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dwindlinghaze · 11 months

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Hi :)) im wondering if you could write a Remus fic with a suuuuper shy!reader? Reader loves him but poor baby can't even look at him omg. Love your fics darling🌙

hi lovelyyy,, thanks for requesting !! yes ofc i could :) i hope you like this !! ☁️🪽🫧🫧

one spoon for two

(remus lupin x reader)

contents : fluffy, shy reader, mentions of twoz book series bcs my ozian ass is obsessed with them😭🙏, not proofread

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it wasn't a secret that you were shy.

you don't talk much. you usually let the others do the talking and you listen. despite your lack of voice, your ears are fully open. which is not so much of a convenience really.

sometimes you worried that your friends get bored of you because you have nothing to say. it's not like you don't care, you do. you just don't quite know the right words to express what you think.

you only talk when it's necessary. when people talk to you first. that's why you've been getting frustrated lately.

sitting on the grass with a book open on your lap, you were focused on the neatly printed pages and illustrations on your book along with the sound of soft winds and dried leaves. well- that was until you saw the infamous marauder, james and sirius trotting on the ground while throwing a snitch at each other to catch.

you don't want to look at them. although every part of you wanted to steal a glance towards the kindhearted marauder, remus lupin.

he's the perfect combination of every good things in the world.

he is smart, funny, witty, caring, and so much more.

it takes everything in you to keep your little pupils away from his face. if you look at him, you were sure you'd blush and that would be embarrassing.

you got up slowly, escaping whatever you're feeling right now.

there he goes, averting his eyes to your moving figure. he frowns a little, knowing that you were quite shy in front of people and prefer being in the company of your own.

"whatcha looking there moony? your girl?" sirius quipped.

"she wouldn't even look at me," he shook his head. he wondered if you knew his feelings and were terrified.

"she's just shy, moony," james said, almost missing the snitch sirius threw.

the next time you were in the same room with him was in potions. you noticed how his hair flops in the prettiest way possible with the perfect shade of golden.

then the next second, he turned his head so you reluctantly look away immediately. thankful that he was turning to look at james and not you.

and god does the universe loves seeing you nervous!

your were partnered up with remus and james to brew a potion together.

the two boys walked towards your table. james skipping like a child while remus tried to keep his cool.

"hey darlin' i will be getting the ingredients yeah, and you and remus can set up the table," james grinned a friendly grin.

you nodded, whispering a 'yeah'. it wasn't loud, but remus heard it just as clear.

as you set up the table, remus tried talking to you, to hopefully get you comfortable and to show that he is a good person.

you didn't need him to do things just to prove he is a good person. you already knew that of course. he is nice to everyone. he's selfless and caring.

"hey, you alright?" he noticed your timid movements.

"yeah, m'fine," you said to him in such a quiet voice. you couldn't look at him, you're too shy to do so.

it was the middle of brewing when your hand brushed his while you were crushing pearls. "sorry," you mumbled.

"no need to apologise..." he frowned, confused as to why you were so... away from here yet you were in the same room. "you sure you're alright?" he continued, reaching for your palms.

he was shocked at himself. he just touched your hand? he's never done that to anyone except his marauders. but he didn't regret it though, your skin was so much softer than his. he felt like he's holding a ball of cotton.

your cheeks turned red when his hand grasped yours. your heart beating twice as fast. "remus, i'm promise im okay...," you answered.

remus squeezed your knuckles, sending a confused look to james in which he returned with a teasing grin that made remus rolled his eyes.

maybe he liked you. well- who's he kidding, of course he does! he saw you almost everyday, and you look so enchanting the entire time.

he thinks your hair is perfect. you styled it in the way that makes your pretty face prettier. your energy (or lack of energy) is cute too. you fumble with your words when people talk to you. and he thinks it's adorable and attractive at the same time.

the way you pushed your hair away from your eyes as you crushed those pearls. it was absolutely angelic.

"i think y/n likes you moons," james said when they were all sprawled on their dorm at the end of the day.

"i think so too" sirius agreed, chuckling as he threw a piece of crumpled up paper.

"me too." he said.

everyone stayed silent after that. mouth wide open. they never thought remus would be so confident saying that someone likes him (although it's not a bad thing, just out of remus' usual self deprecation).

"wha- no!" remus shook his head in disbelief. "i mean i like her too," he corrected shyly, his cheeks flushing.

"we know," the three of them said at the same time and bursted into laughter the next moment.

"it's quite obvious moony!" james said, "especially this morning when you held her hand. you never do that! let alone let us touch your little shoulder."

"it's different!"

"oh we know! you never look at me like you want to kiss my face off but you do look at y/n that way," james said.

"she always steals a millisecond to look at you y'know?" sirius snickered. enjoying the embarrassment his best friend is experiencing currently.

"don't lie, pads. she didn't even look at me the whole potions class," remus sighed.

"she's just shy, moony," sirius rolled his eyes. "if you really really and i mean really feel like you two can work out together, my advice is that you should reach out and talk to her. slowly but surely she'll be less nervous with you!"

and remus took sirius' advice. usually his advices are absurd and obnoxious but sirius has girls and boys falling for him left and right. surely he knows how to treat a girl right?

he saw you sitting at the library one evening. nose buried in your book. the only features he can see are your hair, forehead, and eyebrows.

and they all look pretty. your brows would furrow when you read something weird in the book.

it's hard to compose himself when you were there. just sitting peacefully with no care about the things surrounding you. you weren't even doing anything and he is smitten.

you heard shuffling besides you and you look up almost instantly, meeting a pair of honey green eyes in the colour like a comet in the sky.

you look away immediately, focusing on your book, growing nervous under his stare.

he smiled, "is it okay f'me to sit here?"

"yeah," you replied. you cringed at how short it was. you don't want to come off as rude or cold or anything but it's hard to speak a sentence.

"what're you reading there?" he asked, his voice sweet like candy.

"uh," you flipped your book around, to read off the title. "the road to emerald city of oz," you replied, tilting your chin towards him as you smile gently but still keeping your eyes firmly on the page.

"is it like a series? i heard about the wonderful wizard of oz somewhere," remus replied.

"it is," you nodded. it's hard to read when he's beside you like this. when you're the only thing in his view right now. when you're the only one in his head.

"do you have all the books?" he asked, just wanting to hear voice.

"i do," you finally flickered your eyes at him for a good two seconds before returning them back to your book. you blushed when you look at him. he was radiating comfort and care but you were too much in your feelings. eye contact is your weakness.

"can i borrow them?"

"you want to read them?" you looked at him again, this time a little longer and a little more confused. confused as to why anyone would be interested in what you like.

"why not? don't you like it?" he asked.

"i do," you replied. "i'm on the seventh book," you looked down again.

remus let out a soft chuckle, gazing at you like you're the most precious human being ever.

"huh?" you furrowed your brows. looking at his sweater instead of his face.

"you're so dear you know," he smiled.

your cheeks flushed red at his compliment. you didn't reply. didn't know how to.

"i'll get the book for you," you scrambled out of the library, heading to your dorm to give remus the first book in the series.

while being away from him, you collected yourself, taking deep breaths because he's so breathtaking that close. you've never been this close to him. he smells so good.

you were back in a jiffy, only to find out that remus has scooted more in the middle, making your legs touch when you sit down.

"oh yeah! just like what i heard "the wonderful wizard of oz," he nodded.

"sorry, it's a children's book," you replied in embarrassment, just realising that you were reading a book for children!

"oh i don't mind! i read cringy werewolf romance books and that makes you so much better than me," he laughed, seeing the small smile that appeared on your pretty lips.

the next time he was talking to you this close again was when he finished the first copy of your book. he had finished it in just two days, leaving you in surprise.

he read it so fast so he can find an excuse to spend time with you again. the story was quite alright, but he would not tell that to you.

"hi," he plopped down next to you in the library. same exact spot as last time. "i finished it!" he held up the book.

"oh that's great," you replied, surprised he was sitting here again next to you "did you like it?"

"i loved it! i can't believe the wizard of oz is just an old basic man! not even magic," he huffed childishly, making you giggle.

the sound is simply spa music to his ears.

"what's your favourite character?" remus asked.

"glinda."

"oh the witch... from the south?"

"yeah," you replied.

"next book?" he questioned.

you had it in your bag, ready to give it to him anytime. "i've got it here," you pulled it out.

remus smiled as your fingertips brushed past his in a quick incandescent touch.

this routine continued so and so until he noticed a few changes within yourself. you weren't that shy nor timid anymore. you still couldn't hold eye contact with him for more than five seconds but that's alright for him.

during those five seconds he is sure he has fallen in love. he couldn't help it. you're his crush since forever, it's bound to happen.

"hey, i finished glinda of oz!" remus cheered, putting down the book on his lap as he took in your appearance.

this was not at the dark library that shadows off your features. you were sitting on grass in the afternoon, making your skin glow under the golden rays of sunshine. he can see your pretty face clear now.

you smiled at him as he took a seat beside you, you actually feels secure enough around him to look at his face.

"that means you finished the whole series, rem," you let out a soft and proud but light chuckle.

"i now know why you love it so much!" remus smiled. he realised he always smiles when he's with you. you must have super powers.

"do you like glinda?" you asked.

"my favourite character is the tin wood man. he's funny, but yeah. since you like glinda so much then i guess she can be a favourite of mine too!" remus replied, rubbing circles in your knuckles.

just that little gesture he did made you shy all over again, unable to look at him like the first time you two were talking.

remus smiled again, gently taking your other hand with his other. "i want to ask you something, lovie," remus looked into your beautiful eyes.

your head is fuzzy. he called you 'lovie'. a nickname. you're sure you were warm in the face.

remus brushed his fingers on your left cheek with the softest touch known to men. "love..."

"yes...?"

"the next hogsmeade trip is this saturday.... do you want to er- like share the trip together- i mean as a date?" he looked at you with such fondness in his eyes.

"me?"

"yes you, lovie, look at me yeah?" remus gently cupped your cheeks.

you two were so close to the point that you can feel remus warmth radiating off of him.

"what do you say?"

"yeah," you nodded. embarrassment washing you again when all you said was just a 'yeah'.

"yeah yes or yeah no?" remus asked, a smile playing on his lips.

"yes i'll go with you," you were a blushing mess, trying to look away from his eyes but his soft hands kept tugging you back.

remus felt the heat from your cheeks in his palm. it was absolutely a fuzzy feeling knowing that you were showing likeness towards him.

he wanted to kiss you. doesn't have to be on the lips. he'd love to plant small kisses on your red cheeks. but he didn't of course. boundaries.

"settled then yeah? i'll be waiting at our common room, darling," he smiled.

#x reader #character x you #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin blurb #remus lupin x reader fluff

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cosmal · 1 year

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i have a request. hear me out glitch (midnights) it's such a remus track. we were supposed to be just friends but the system's breaking down and now it's been two thousand one hundred and 90 days of our love blackout??

-🌙

shiraz

summary the moment in which you and remus realise that the fwb situation has moved onto more!!!!

note this isn't probably how this should've been written but um.

content remus lupin x fem!afab!reader, drunk reader, drunk remus, mentions of sex

Clumsy hands and girlish laughter. Remus spends twenty minutes looking for you around Sirius’s flat and when he does find you, wine-stained lips and rumpled clothes, you can’t keep your hands off of him.

He gets you up into one of the spare rooms before you can break into Sirius's stash of gin.

You fall into the bed and he's not sure the giggling will stop anytime soon. "Remus!" you snort and hold your hand to your face when you realise it.

He kneels at your feet, "Y/N," he says in turn. Much quieter - much more reserved. He's had half the amount of booze you have and he still feels a bit zapped.

You have no problems when he reaches down to take your boots off. A tangled mess of laces and knots. He remembers you getting Mary to tie them up for you earlier in the night.

He lets you babble away. Drunken, mindless talk that he's honestly having a hard time understanding. He starts to get your last shoe off and you land back into the mattress. Head swallowed by a soft pile of pillows.

He pushes his thumb into the arch of your foot because the morning after every night out you act like you might sue Dr Martens.

"Moony," you call, voice barely a murmur. "Moony, moony, moooony!" Your voice picks up and Remus melts.

"What's up, honey?" he asks. All soft because he can't help it. He never can. Not with you.

"Get into bed," you say with a lot more heat than Remus is expecting.

He looks at your jeans and pictures the seam lines embossed into your red legs in the morning. Then you're making grabbing hands for him and he forgets about it.

He falls down next to you with much less grace, despite you being the smashed one, and wraps an arm over your torso. He pushes his fingers under your shirt, pressing firmly into your warm skin below the wire of your bra.

You sigh. "Remus."

He thinks it's a warning. He snorts. "Yeah?"

You turn onto your side and hike yourself up onto a wobbly arm. Remus holds your bicep like you falling into his chest is the worst thing that could happen right now.

You lean down to kiss his cheek. "Do you," you ask into his skin, "do you want to take your clothes off?"

Remus encourages your face away from his gently, "Hm?"

You wrinkle your face, "Fuck, Remus? Do you want to - to fuck?" you hiccup. It's almost adorable.

Remus laughs stupidly at your language. He's drunk - you're worse. He thinks he'd rather cuddle you in this tiny bed until the sun comes up. Or until your hangover wakes you up - whatever's first.

"Not tonight, dove," he says as gently as he can. He kisses your cheek and then your jaw, the skin behind your ear. He feels the goosebumps erupt over your skin and can't help the smug smile on his face.

"Oh." You don't sound disappointed one bit. Maybe a tad pleased.

"You're drunk," he says like it's not obvious.

"Then," you try to hold back another bout of hiccups, "then what do you want to do?" It wouldn't be the first time Remus has stolen you away from a party and you hadn't used the bed to sleep.

"Wanna cuddle?" he asks hopefully. The soft light that slips under the crack in the door casts his skin pale. Silver lines of scars light up his flesh and cut through the expanse of his freckles. If you weren't so wine-drunk you'd probably tell him that he's the prettiest boy you know. And then some.

You take his hands and kiss his knuckles. Over tiny hairs and even tinier beauty marks. Your eyes feel heavy suddenly. Maybe it's the wine, maybe it's the fact that Remus wants to cuddle and you feel overwhelmed by love. Maybe it's both.

"Please, can we." You hope he can hear your tiny plea. You won't repeat yourself.

Remus doesn't say anything. You both climb out of your pants. Your denim and his corduroys. It's giggly and slow. You fall into him and he topples over you. Eventually, they get shuffled off and Remus gets you as close as he possibly can to his chest. Your breathing syncs up with his and you needle a leg between his thighs.

You close your eyes and hope you don't smell too much like Shiraz.

"How much wine did you drink?" Remus asks.

You groan. "Only one."

"What?" His laugh rumbles your chest.

"One bottle. And whatever Alice gave me," you sigh.

"Right, well Alice can hold your hair back in the morning," he laughs, slipping a hand under your big sweater.

"You won't do it for me?"

"Yeah, of course, I will."

And he does. He holds your hair back over the toilet and makes you toast and tea. He takes you back to your flat and gets you into some proper pyjamas - and a pair for himself that he'd left there the last time. And because you really are lucky, he cuddles you some more in your own bed. Total and utter boyfriend and girlfriend behaviour.

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cultrise · 9 months

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i have so much fluff thoughts right now.

hobie kissing each of your fingers softly when you two are talking and rambling about random shit.

hobie wants to compare hand size with you even though he does it dozen of times already just because it makes his heart warm and fuzzy but teasing you too because your hand look way smaller than his

you on the other hand tried to crack his fingers every time you get the chance and he's just letting you do that

when you found a recording cassette named "a song" around his boat then decide to play it on stereo, which it was hobie's first song he made ever. hobie being embarrassed but you find it very endearing and cute and just vibe

my god im so soft for hobie ( ≧Д≦)

-🌙

ahhh get more fluff thoughts abt hobie in my inbox, moonie, please🥹🥹🥹 i absolutely adore soft hobie oh my god <333

#he’s so kissable RAAAAH #𐙚 — inbox.#🌙

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feelbokkie · 9 months

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chap13 is so soft like 🥺🥺

the friendly trip turning into date felt so smoothly done. also the way he remembered the kiss like sdksjskd im screaming

obvi i loved gc chaos! tbh theyre concerns were valid. also the kidnapping thing was funny. i love how the boys are referencing media to warn chris hahah

i would write more but my class is starting haha. moony out 🫡

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it came out waaaaay longer than I had any intention of writing, but I'm glad you liked it and thought it was smooth. Esp the non-kiss, kiss scene bc I was hesitant to post that part but they needed to kiss and I'm tired of writing kiss scenes 😭.

Also, Channie really was like "I was drunk, but not THAT drunk," that or he's so whipped and down bad that he wasn't going to forget that Y/n didn't technically object to kissing him. Only to kissing to him while he's drunk.

Han only knows how to effectively communicate in media references apparently, but the Misery reference is one that I couldn't pass up. But it's also like they have to validate their feelings like "Look, this happened in fiction, this totally can happen irl,"

I hope you had a good time in class moony

#feelbokkie answers #sorry right number spoilers #sorry right number press tour #🌙 anon

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soloorganaas · 1 year

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⭐️ 2022 in Fic: Wolfstar 🌙

These fics meant everything to me this year. I’m so overwhelmed by the stories I was able to tell and how transformative they were for me. Confronting the homophobia and stigmatism of mental illness inherent in Sirius and Remus’s story, rewriting canon to expose those issues and treat them with respect, and giving Sirius and Remus so many different versions of the happy ending they deserved has reshaped the way I see the world around me and the space I can make for myself. Sharing this all with you, seeing the journeys people have gone on through my writing and reading about people healing or learning or feeling seen or just being made really really happy from these stories is the most important thing I’ve done this year. Thank you so so so much to everyone who’s read my work and talked to me about it and helped me be part of this incredible community 💖

tagged by @sliebman10 and also inspired by this round up here

May

what’s life without a little risk (44k, M, wip) Except… Sirius. Sirius, who had been locked up for twelve years, and was now running for his life god knows where. What did he owe to him?

“Well, you’ve got a godson who adores you,” Remus reminded him, which drew a small smile from Sirius. “And Dumbledore’s on your side.” Remus paused. “Is that all?” Sirius asked quietly, looking up at him with slightly teasing, but mostly questioning eyes. Remus gave him a soft look. “Never,” he said. “That’ll never be all.”

June

never saw one without the other (14k, M) James managed to stave off the darkness that threatened to entirely overtake Sirius with the knowledge that someone – just one person – didn’t despise him for who he was.

“Snape doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Whoever you are – it’s, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” James paused again, and Sirius still didn’t say anything. “Sirius, look at me mate. Come on, it’s me.” Sirius swallowed and slowly looked up at James. He was staring at him with wide, concerned eyes, full of sadness and empathy. Completely James.

never doubt that it was real (3.6k, T) Remus would rather they’d never had a memorial at all. Each time he had to sit silent with his grief, unable to voice exactly what Sirius had meant to him, he felt like he was being suffocated.

Never, ever forget that it was you, Moony, then, now, forever. Never let the doubt I know the world will force on you convince you that it wasn’t real. You are the realest thing I have ever known.

a saturday in september (1.2k, T) “Well I said, ‘there’s no need to call me sir, professor’,” he finished. Sirius let out a huge roar of laughter, his head tipping back in delight.

“Harry, I’m a very important member of the Order,” Sirius told him pompously. “It’s headquartered in my house, if you remember. If I say we need you for important business…” he shrugged, his eyes glinting devilishly. “You’re seriously gonna drag me down to London to get me out of detention with Snape?”

Two birthdays (7.8k, T, wip) “It’s my parents… they died on the 31st October. So, Sirius is usually quite sad around then. And he doesn’t really feel cheerful enough to celebrate.”

Despite the fact that Harry was sitting here with a godfather who was struggling with a fiercely private grief in front of Harry’s friend he’d only just met, and then his old teacher who was also one of his dad’s closest friends and Sirius’s partner and someone he considered family and also Luna’s old teacher… well, despite of all that, it somehow made sense. Everything just fitted perfectly into place when Luna was around.

July

red lips and rosy cheeks (110k, E) He was in Rome, the air was warm, the wine was delicious, his colleagues were delightful, and there was a stunningly beautiful man staring at him with piercing, lustful eyes across the table – Wait.

“The way you try so hard for the people you care about… it’s honestly one of my favourite things about you.” Sirius was quiet, and Remus glanced up to see, to his surprise, that he looked very overwhelmed. “It’s not… too much?” he asked hesitantly. Remus gave a soft laugh. “No, it’s not. It’s not too much. It’s a lot, because you’re a lot, and I’m very glad that you are.”

August

insult to injury (783, T, microfic) “No you’re not. You’ve been in a bad mood since that incident with Molly yesterday.” Sirius stared at him resolutely. “She upset you, didn’t she.”

The entire room fell into stunned silence, but Sirius didn’t care. He looked only at Remus, anxious that he understood. Remus turned to look back at him, giving him the smallest of smiles, but with such mournful gratitude in his eyes Sirius’s heart nearly broke in two. Sirius squeezed his arm instinctively, and Remus leaned slightly into him.

September

trilogies (1.1k, T, microfic) “Moony thinks we’re all just wowed by muggle movies,” he grinned, prompting an eye roll from Remus. “I didn’t say -” “Moony, I have been to five muggle movies -” “They’re just called movies, Pads.”

Remus saw the poster as he sat numbly on the tube. His eyes glazed over the blur of colours as they did everything; until the sharp, yellow text of two words ripped up a past so unrecognisably lost to him it felt lightyears away.

Architects Anonymous (31k, E, wip with @sliebman10) Sirius frowned, flipping open reddit to find the offending sub-thread. And there, of course, Moony. His heart rate quickened as he scrolled down to the opening post, already anticipating the ridiculous diatribe he’d be subjected to.

It’s you, he thought, looking across at the person he realised he’d known for such a long time, and suddenly it made so much sense. It’s always been you.

October

A grave mistake (83k, E) “So you married her,” Sirius said. “You actually… really married her.” “Yes.” “You married a woman.” “I did.” Sirius’s expression was uncomprehending, as if he simply couldn’t fathom something that would hurt this much.

“I don’t see any way you can tell her you’re leaving her for me without making it obvious we already are together.” “Well, I could suggest that we want to get together?” Remus said. “Yes, and then she’s going to ask if we’ve been fucking all this time we’ve been alone in my house together, and what are you going to say?” Sirius told him. “No, absolutely not, except for this morning, and last night, and every day before then.”

it’s a small world (3.6k, E) “We’ve got thirty minutes to kill. Wanna play a game?” “Alright. What sort of game?” Sirius paused, thinking, then an absolutely wicked smile spread onto his face. “A how quiet can you be kind of game.”

Then Sirius was sat half-naked on the plastic seat of some animal-shaped car in the darkness of a broken-down ride in the middle of fucking Disneyland. For a brief moment, the absolute insanity of all this washed over him.

November

charm work (3.1k, E) The heating charms had been busted for the better part of a week.

“How much,” Remus asked against his thigh. “Are you willing to suffer… in order to stay warm? “Fuck… what are you – what are you offering?”

December

something special of our own (3.7k, T) “Along the lines of a creative reinterpretation of a menorah with the aid of Dr. Filibuster’s fireworks,” Sirius told him.

Remus felt the brush of fingers against his own. He was sure he’d imagined it, in the dark and the noise and the adrenaline. But then there they were again, unmistakeable this time, with that half-hesitant, half-cocky determination that was so utterly Sirius he’d recognise it in any lifetime.

sufganiyot, svivon and shoreditch (3.7k, E) “I’ve got an idea.” Sirius grinned wickedly at Remus in a way that spelled unavoidable trouble. “Oh?” “Strip svivon.”

The menorah was glimmering on the mantle piece, half-burnt candles still sporadically emitting Hanukkah greetings and declarations (eat more doughnuts!) in the inimitable voice of James Potter. A second wine bottle had been opened (another gift from Alphard), and Sirius was currently lazing in front of the fire, one knee bent and a cocky expression on his face as he surveyed Remus’s barely-clothed body.

it was war it wasn’t fair (2k, M, wip) Sirius’s phantom was suddenly there looming before him, the magnitude of love and loss clearer than it had been in years

“What more do you want from me, Pads?” Only you. It was right there etched into the wood. Sirius still consumed him whole, and Remus could never belong to anyone else because of it. He hated him, tried so hard to hate him, but he still couldn’t stop the image breaking into his mind of Sirius alone in his cell at nightfall, as the first night of his tenth Hanukkah in Azkaban began.

#I’m so overwhelmed by this list I really can’t put it into words #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #otp: i’m mental about you #hp

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gyuletters · 1 year

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Your moots and what song do they remind you of?

@sunoooism - come inside of my heart, by IV of spades: the cottage, calming, sweet summer breeze vibes are totally immaculate and totally mumu coded. 🌿💞

@itz-yerin - hug me tight, by he hoy kyung: any krnb, khihop, kindie reminds me of yerin to be honest. hihihi 💞 idk if its my impression, but yerin has this really downtown and cool girl vibes. ♡

@full-moonies - beautiful, by bazzi feat camila cabello: pretty, soft and very magical like. thats everything that reminds me of trixie. 🎀💗

@itgirlgyu - blue orangeade, by tomorrow x together: very energetic and very happy pill, thats how i see qiwi. oh, and of course very colorful. 😊💞

@mazeinthemoon - maze in the mirror, by tomorrow by together: maybe expected, but mitm just really reminds me of moon. maybe its the melody and lyrics, but theres something that always reminds me of her. 💞🌙

@csbenthusiast - sweet nothing, by taylor swift: honestly, i could put the entire taylor swift's discography. but to be more specific, she really reminds me of midnights. ella is just SO taylor swift coded. and its not only bcs she loves her, she really does remind me of taylor a lot hihihi. 💞💞

(p.s: if i forgot anyone, im so sorry! my memory its terrible and in any way i intended to leave you out, i promise. 😞)

#— ☆ star asks! 💌

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lilmoonsun · 1 year

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How's your Valentine's day dinner!

Hey Sun & Moon have you have some upgades after the vanny thing?

(( It was great! )

Bea: -has love bites everywhere on her skin so she covers her face with her hands- .....Don't ask..♥

Dee: Hahahah~~~

Moon: We do have upgrades like tickle senses, hand grippers to pick up stuff, A scanner that show the children's needs and stuff. For me a glow and the dark hat with a soft fur. 🌙

Sun: I got was heat senses so if i hug everyone I can feel it! Moony has it too!!🌞♥

#fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf security breach #The Tickles senses are for later Bea's revenge XD #fnaf moondrop #fnaf sun and moon

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a-lil-perspective · 2 years

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Crosshair and Dee taking a painting class together at the local community center.

The prospects of it seem silly to him of course- but the promise of time with his Heartfire away from Ash for more then 10 minutes?

Sign him up.

It’s not the he doesn’t love Asher, he clings to said child as a tight, warm embrace consistently.

But Dee…

He hasn’t a clue about painting at all.

No amount of searching on the web, books, Tech- nerd- nothing.

But the landscape picture they are replicating is simple and serene.

Dee isn’t much of a painter, she knows more than him, as usual, but with years of pain and the aging of life itself- he opens up to something he’s never done before.

His blending of the pastel sky is particularly difficult, missing something he can’t place when that other brush from some other patron comes to dash it a bit with that mauve purple he’s been searching for.

“You missed, Ram’ser.”

That stare- soft and content- and lighting the familiar spark in a muscle behind bones with skin that ripples with the warmth she gives.

“Perhaps I missed because I wanted to.”

A chuckle and a smirk plays on his lips at the thought of him- openly missing?

Never.

But now?

He wouldn’t mind his her brushing across a canvas to paint his lovesick heart one bit.

Not at all.

(a soft thought for a friend who deserves soft things :)

lots of love,

moony 💗🌙

Of course Crosshair loves the Ramser’ika more than life itself and oh is it painful to leave him with Ba’vodu Hunter and Aunt Cyare for a few hours BUT -- he also loves his Heartfire and wants to spend some much-needed time with her. Just he and her. They used to have all the time in the world, it used to be just them (with the exception of sleepovers with the nieces every other night) and suddenly they’re parents and their whole world has changed. He can’t remember the last time he’s seen her without a baby, their baby, in her arms.

He’s too busy quietly admiring her to anticipate the streak of paint making contact with his cheek - he jumps at the sensation of the cool brush along his skin, he knows that much - and then he’s registering Dee’s grin, her teeth sunken into her lower lip as she tries very hard not to lose her composure over her juvenile handiwork, the gentle mauve color swept across her husband’s face.

Crosshair finally finds his own grin as he picks up his paintbrush, and volleys off whatever color is on the tip. Delana shrieks as she’s turning her cheek to avoid impact and is splattered with green - it brings out her eyes - and her laughter finally pushes its way past her lips.

“Now who missed?” Crosshair hums, reveling in his wife’s delight.

Delana looks his way, a paint stain to match his own, and Crosshair swears his heart skips a beat or several. Suddenly he’s taken back so many years, when they were just two young dumb lovers leaning off a Coruscanti skyscraper at dusk, oh the thrill and simplicity of it all, and he’s granted with vestiges of precious memories; their love. His smile. And hers. Her mischief, and the gleam in her eyes that has never gone away, even after all these years. All the hardships. And the sacrifices. She’s still just as in love with him as the day they met. She’s timeless.

Maker she’s the best thing that ever happened to him.

Dee has finally slowed her laughter into something of a chortle, as she raises an eyebrow while perusing him mightily. “Uh, still you.”

“Come now, I’m having the time of my life.”

“You better for what this cost.”

Crosshair thumbs at the pthalo green along her cheekbone, and watches the way it transfers over onto the pad of his finger. His hand lingers on her cheek. Holding her gaze softly as he caresses her face. “We both made our mark.”

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praise-the-sun-and-moon · 2 years

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*offers them soft yellow and blue blankets* do you two get sick?

🌙Sick for us is... less sick and more losing control. Dangerous. We--

☀️LOOK AT HOW COOL THESE ROCKS ARE, MOONY! I didn't know they had these super cool rocks, look at how pretty they are.

Please reblog to support! Likes do essentially nothing on Tumblr!

#prayers and blessings #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf sundrop #fnaf moondrop #fnaf sun and moon #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach au #fnaf sb au #au ask blog #fnaf ask blog #fnaf au ask blog #security breach ask blog #security breach au ask blog #ask blog #asks open #sacrilege au

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hannahhbahng · 8 months

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i read the 2:00 talks with chan and its so soft omgg

you're so real for the topics cuz 2am convos do be the weirdest shit ever haha

i love it! 💕 chan's the cutest boyfriend istg😭 tho i was about to flip abt the cheek kiss till i read it was his cousin lmao

- 🌙 (aka moony)

(idk if you dont already have this anon, but im trying it anyways haha)

moony! (that’s so cute 🥹)

this made me smile!!! i don’t have any anons yet but i’m happy if you’d like to be one! <33

yyyeeeeeeessss the weird shit i talk about at 2am (well- i write most of my fics at 2am so you can get an idea)

aww thank you (i love you!) lmao i was like jealous when i was writing if that makes sense?

#harper harper #harperharper #harper ☆☆☆☆☆#<33 #harperharper reblogs #moony 🌙#first anon!

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moonchildstyles · 1 year

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miss moonie!! Soft made me sob a little - in a cool way! 🌙 ✨ it’s a masterpiece

omg thank you so much!!!! im so happy you liked it thank you for taking the time to read it!!!!!

#anon #ask

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hellothere-generalangsty · 3 years

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Crosshair - Night Terror

Summary: Erys, a medic assigned to the Bad Batch, had to deal with a sleep deprived Batcher. (Happens Pre Order 66, so no Omega here, and no Echo either yet)

Pairing: None (none…yet)

Reader description: Human medic, f!reader [she/her], no real physical description

Word Count: 2724 words

CW/ TW: Angst; Nightmares/ night terror, sort of injury, pain; Fluff too because I’m a softie tonight

Tags: @allamarisss @loth-wolffe @tacticalsparkles @imalovernotahater @ladykatakuri (I don't know why it won't tag you correctly so sorry about that ;; )

@m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s this one I dedicate to you my soft Moony 🌙

As usual, if you want to get tagged/removed, tell me so!

Notes: I’m sorry Crosshair, I know I make you suffer (a bit) but it’s for the p e o p l e

Also due to personal reasons (aka, I need it to be this way), the Marauder has a closed room with bunk beds (4) in it

Lately the nights were short and agitated for the Batchers, and even after all this time in the company of clones, Erys couldn’t get used to it. Their last mission had been quite difficult for them; Tech had been injured and they almost lost the information they were supposed to get.

They couldn’t get back to Kamino yet; they had to safely transport the information to the Senate. Usually she would have been in the cockpit, observing the blue and white strings of hyperspace wrapping the ship, but Hunter and Wrecker had fallen asleep in their seats and she didn’t wanted the door to wake them up. So she stayed in the room, peacefully reading a book on her datapad. Tech had left some time ago and didn’t came back yet, but she didn’t worry much about it. He was trying remain active as a way to distract himself from the pain. His arm had been shot, and he needed a full recovery on Kamino; but for now he had to do with bacta patches only.

As for Crosshair…well, he was one of the reason she remained in the room. She noticed how much he struggled to sleep lately; being a light sleeper didn’t help his situation, and he would spent most of the time simply laying on his bed and staring at the wall or the roof, chewing toothpick after toothpick. Erys couldn’t do much about that, but she didn’t wanted him to feel lonely during these moments.

He wasn’t much of a talker, so she never forced the conversation with him. She would just tell him “I’m here” before settling on a bed, and would find a way to get occupied. Sometimes he would come down to sit next to her and watch her write a report, or fill a medical file about one of them.

Today was one of those days. She was working on Tech’s file, describing his wound shot, the number of bacta patches he had since he got injured, the evolution of the burn and the healing of the tissues.

She felt a small bump on her shoulder. She used the reflection on her datapad to confirm her intuition, careful about her movements. Crosshair had fallen asleep.

Finally, she thought to herself. He deserved some rest. She knew how Tech getting injured was eating him alive; he couldn’t prevent it yet convinced himself it was his fault.

“Crosshair, you couldn’t tell there was another sniper. It happens, that’s part of going on a mission, and that’s why I’m here.”

“I should have guessed; but you can’t understand, you’re just a medic.”

She knew he didn’t mean to hurt, and she wasn’t mad at him. She’d rather have him talking mean to her than bottling everything up. Later, he had asked her if Tech needed to change his bacta patch.

“Yes he can change it now.”

“Where is it?”

She had pointed to her bag, telling him to take the white-wrapped one. He nodded, his voice a bit softer than usual when he thanked her before leaving the room. He wasn’t much of a talker, but he was a man of action, both on and off the battlefield. If anyone wanted to know how Crosshair felt, they would have to look at his behaviour more than listen to his words.

She still couldn’t believe how quickly he fell asleep; against her shoulder on top of that.

He is sleep deprived, of course he was quick to fall asleep. But he should lay down, he’s going to get cramps if he doesn’t lay down.

She thought about it for a moment. Eventually, her arm would feel numb and she would have to move too; but was it worth taking the risk of waking him up? She decided it was better for her to wait. He had to get some rest. She carefully took his toothpick out of his mouth so he wouldn’t hurt himself with it, and focused back on her datapad and the notes she had taken.

“Crosshair, sniper!”

He laid flatter on his stomach, eye aligned with the scope of his rifle, scanning the houses a few clicks away, until he spotted it.

“Got you.”

He shot straight, watching as the body jolted under the impact, falling to his side.

“Tech’s down, we need to get out of here!”

He pretended he couldn’t hear the worry in Hunter’s voice, he tried to push away the idea of his brother being hurt, because they had a job to do, and the sooner it would be done, the sooner they could get away from here.

“Bring them out for me.” He told them, eagerly waiting on the bodies to move in his field of vision. He counted in his head to keep his breath regular; now was not the time to get distracted, or nervous.

One, two, three; aim and shoot. Four, five…Wait. Wait…Shoot.

One by one, the bodies were dropping on the ground, and none of them could tell what hit them. When he saw Wrecker coming out of the base, a thumb in the air, he slightly turned his rifle to see were was Tech. Hunter was blocking his vision, but he could still guess the shape of his brother, and the blown out part of his armour. Wrecker joined them and helped Tech get on his feet to get away from there.

“Crosshair, let’s go!”

He jumped on his feet. But something didn’t add up.

“Are you sure they’re all down?”

“Doesn’t matter, Wrecker’s gonna blow it up. We’ll come and get you, so be ready!”

He could see their small silhouettes running toward the Marauder. They barely had time to get in before the base exploded. The wave got to him and pushed him back, making him trip and fall. It took him a second to register the pain, another to roll to his side and try to grab his rifle. A third one to realise there was no rifle anymore.

“Looking for that?”

“Give it back.” He pushed on his hands and knees to get up, staring at the helmeted person standing there, his rifle loosely held in one hand.

“I don’t want it,” they threw it away, “I’m here for you.”

“Go away.”

He kept staring at them, trying to guess their next move, counting the time he had left before the Marauder would come to get him. He had to get his rifle back.

“That’s not a good idea,” they simply said.

But he couldn’t care less about what they thought was a good idea or not. He reached for his blaster, aiming straight between their helmet and the upper part of their chest armour.

“Get back to sleep.”

He tried to shoot, but nothing came out of the blaster.

“Why is it not…”he threw it on the ground, heart clenching in his chest. He felt his hands shaking, and caught himself thinking about being unable to use his guns, standing all alone on a cliff with a masked stranger, waiting on back-up that was still not here; and Tech being inured because he didn’t see that kriffing sniper ambushed right in front of his own hiding spot, and the noise that explosion made, and why didn’t they came for him yet?!

“Crosshair-”

“Shut up!” he snapped, getting dangerously closer to the stranger. His face was covered by his helmet, but the rage, the fear, the guilt; all of it was still clearly discernable in his voice. He grabbed the hand that was coming toward him, bluntly twisting it, forcing whoever it was down on their knees, begging.

“Crosshair, let go now!”

“I told you to go away,” he tightened his grip on their arm, “so why are you still here, why?!”

He could hear the muffled whine coming from under the helmet, and held still even if they were trying to break free. He pushed further on their arm, forcing it open.

“You’re…you’re gonna break it Crosshair…Let go, please…”

It felt too brutal. Waking up above her, her arm twisted under his fingers, her skin marked by his too tight grip. He didn’t know how, but he made sure she couldn’t get away. She was trying so hard not to be afraid; he could tell, but he was still scaring her.

He was still hurting someone.

“I- I’m…,” he let go of her, as he realised what just happened. His hands were still shaking, and his breath was way shorter and faster than usual. He straightened on the mattress, backing up as much as he could, until he could feel the cold metallic all against his back. She barely rubbed her arm before turning around, trying to comfort him.

“It’s okay, it happens. I’m fine, Crosshair, I promise you I’m fine.”

“I’m sorry, I- what was that…“ he stuttered, hands close to his chest.

“You had a night terror, it happens, okay?”

She didn’t try to reach him, not physically. She knew it would only make things worse.

“Look, I’ll go get you something to drink and eat, and you can stay there until I come back. Or go to the refresher if you need to,” she gently told him, calmly getting up of the bed. “I’ll be right back.”

She turned around one last time before getting out of the room, but he couldn’t even look at her in the eyes.

First Tech, now her.

She went to the food supplies, grabbed a few bars for Crosshair, as well as a small bottle of blue milk. She almost congratulated herself for not making any noise, but quickly lost that enthusiasm when she crossed path with a still half-asleep Hunter.

“Hey there,” she smiled, holding the supplies close to her arm to hide the bruises.

“What’ you doing with that?” he muttered, lazily stretching his hands.

“I’ve been working on files for hours and forgot to eat, so I’m catching up.”

“Right.”

He looked down at the supplies in her arm for a moment, met her eyes again, silently asking a question she would never answer to.

“Well, I gotta go, lot of work waiting for me.” She said, already heading back to the room.

“Yeah, I guess you do.”

She lost her confident mask the second the door closed behind her. She didn’t wanted Hunter to get involved, Crosshair was already feeling bad enough. Speaking of which…

“Crosshair? I brought you some food.”

She guessed he was in the refresher, because she couldn’t find him in his bed. She sat down, spreading the supplies on the mattress, then taking a closer look to her bruises. Sure, it hurt, but it could have been way worse. She knew clones were more prone to have night terrors; it wasn’t the first time she witnessed one. The incoherent babbling, the fear, the aggressive tone and actions, the blank stares; she recognised it straight away. It didn’t help that he was sleeping against her; it would have been easier to turn off the light and try to create a calmer atmosphere for him if he had been lying on the bed.

She let herself fall back against the mattress, focusing on the pulses running through her arm. A door slid, and she thought it would be Hunter checking on her, but instead it was Crosshair who came to sit next to her, a wet towel and bacta patches in hand.

She softly sighed, straightening once again to lean against the wall.

“Do you remember anything?”

He shook his head from left to right. All he could possibly remember was that overwhelming fear, and the pressure on her wrist.

“Look, I’m not mad, and I know you didn’t do it on purpose. You’ve had a lot of trouble sleeping lately, and the pressure you put on yourself didn’t help. Those things happen, that’s why I’m here.”

He didn’t say anything, but looked down at the blue marks he left on her skin.

“You’re not the only one who get battle scars, sometimes.” She tried to joke, a light smile on her face.

He turned more to face her, bending one of his leg and wedging it under his knee. He then gently seized her hand, bringing it closer to him, softly pressing the wet towel against her wrist. She shivered to the cold contact, but didn’t back off. He proceeded to gently wipe her arm, careful in each movement as to not hurt her.

He spent a few minutes on it, barely pressing against her skin, trying to mostly cool the bruises down a bit before he could get to the next part. When he estimated it was enough, he put the towel away and grabbed a white packet. His hands were not as steady as usual, and he struggled when trying to open it.

“I can help-“

“It fine,” he stopped her, then whispered in a softer tone, “I can do it.”

She didn’t try to interfere anymore, but instead watched him get irritated with the package, taking it to his teeth to rip the corner off. He then peeled the bacta patch off, holding it with the tip of his fingers above her arm.

“Could you…,” she tensed her muscles a bit and got closer, “yes.”

He quickly estimated where he should put the patch, slightly sticking out his tongue as he applied it on the bruises. He gently massaged it to make sure it was sticking correctly, and also out of guilt for being the cause of this injury.

“I should have guessed there was another sniper. It’s my job, and I failed. And Tech got hurt.”

His voice was but barely a murmur, filled with shame and regret. He couldn’t lift his eyes off of the bacta patch, afraid of what he may see in hers if he did.

“How long until he fully recovers?” he then asked her.

“Probably two weeks, maybe less if he gets his treatment on Kamino and if he keeps moving around the way he does. And we both know he will.”

“Yeah,” she managed to rip a subtle smile from him, “he will.”

“You know, you could be a medic too. You got the skills and the soft touch.”

She looked at his hand still on the dressing, quite satisfied with his work. He shook his head to brush that comment off, but deep down it soothed him a bit. He turned around to grab the blue milk and throw the bars between them.

“Well, if I was a medic I’d tell you to eat. So…eat.”

She held a chuckle back, a silly grin on her face, and picked one of the bar from the pile of supplies, unwrapping it before taking a bite.

“Mmh, if you need help to open that…”she pointed at the bottle of blue milk, trying so hard not to laugh. He rolled his eyes at her, but when he tried to open it and it didn’t work, she lost it, bursting into laughter. He couldn’t hold a grin back when he handed it to her.

“Don’t mock- you know what? You earned that right for tonight. Thank you,” he said as she gave it back to him, uncapped.

“You must admit, that was funny!”

“Anything is funny with you, you’re a good audience.”

“That’s true. But it was still very funny.”

He looked at her, a soft smile on his face, and for a short instant, forgot about the façade, and the pain; nothing mattered but the way she was laughing because of him, and the way she was staring into his eyes and-

“Sorry.”

He broke the eye contact, leaning against the wall and trying to look relaxed. He couldn’t tell, but she felt like, overall, this personal time between them was a win. Both on a professional, and a personal scale.

He drank a long sip from the bottle, offered it to her out of courtesy. For the first time in a few days, he felt tired. Enough to get a good night of sleep, at least. So he let himself fall backward, head hitting straight into the soft pillow as he closed his eyes.

“Sleep well.” she whispered to him.

And even though he didn’t answer, did not worded it, he still found a way to let her know, through a heartfelt smile.

I will now.

#the bad batch #star wars #tbb #crosshair #tbb crosshair #crosshair feels #star wars writing #tbb writing #mesa writes #dedicated to you #soft moony 🌙#also i think this is your new nickname if you're fine with that #hope you'll like it #Soft Hour for Crosshair

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weirdcharacter · 3 years

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Music - Sharing: French Edition™

I promised it to you, so here it is! Before we start, you must know that I don't listen that much to French artists (mostly because I have a hars time finding artists I really like/ match my musical style) but. The ones in this list. This is like. Good good stuff.

@m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s @loth-wolffe no pressure tags as usual 🌙🌌

@dusk-dawn-and-stars j'te tag aussi paske why not? 😂 constate la cause perdue que je suis quand je me mets à parler de musique 💀💗

First one, has to be a childhood band!

I grew up with this song and this album; I mean I could possibly still sing it all by heart today even if it's been years since I last listened to it

It feels like home in a way; I love his voice it's soothing and the duet is 👌 honestly this album got strong early 2000s vibes, like the one you listened to in highschool and I love that kind of vibes 🥰

OK so technically he's Belgian, but he sings and speaks in French so let's say it works 😂

He always has dope texts, he's an amazing lyricist because he always finds way to play with words and give double meaning to lines; in this one for ex. He says "et c'est comme ça qu'on s'aime/ comme ça consomme" and to the ear it's quite close so it helps linking the two ideas together and-

Yeah he has a way with words, and the rhythms are always super nice! This one is quite rhythmic but if you listen to "Quand C'est" for ex. it's calmer (maybe also because of the subject of the song)

So yeah, he's a great artist and I know he kinda made his way to the US a few years back before taking a break but like- deserves the recognition, 10/10 definitely recommend

This one is sooooo good like that intro gets me everytime; and his voice is sooo beautiful and soft like LISTEN TO HIM PUSHING TO THAT LIL RASPINESS WHEN HE SAYS "dors apaisé" I AM IN LOVE

He's also an amazing songwriter like. Songs full of love and emotions of all kinds, it just resonates a lot and it's still catchy

I mean let me give you some more from him just because I CAN

La bourgeoisie des sensations (great song, love triangle where a woman falls in love with a woman while being in a relationship with a man)

Conduire en Angleterre (what it is to be a left-handed person in a world imagined for right-handed people) (i relate a lot to this song 😂) (basically the album including this song is dope)

Yeah. This artist is worth the detour

Worth it!

This one is lovelyyyy it's about a man receiving a love letter and he tries to find the woman who sent it

The guitar is lovely, his voice is so soft and it's catchy, the kind of songs you listen to on the radio during a roadtrip to the countryside you know?

Les voisines is also great, he has such a soft voice in this one 🥰

LISTEN TO THAT VOICE

Listen tO IT

The lyrics. I love the lyrics, it's beautiful and it rhymes so well and it's so fluid and his voice only makes it even more beautiful

Pure poetry coming from this man 💗

Ho, Cabrel 🥰

A lot of 80s vibes because that when he was the most famous (but he's still singing!) And he's all about love and ballads, soft songs and delicate lyrics so I think you might really like him!

This one is adorable; he writes a lot of love songs about/ for his wife which I think makes it even cuter 😂💗

This one is a recent one, but the first time I heard it I just... Fell in love with it

The clip is 10/10 it's animated and the colours are sooo soft like light purple / blue and greys it's beautiful

They were very (and are still) famous in the 80s too and they have a lot of great songs! All retro vibes which I love!

Not gonna lie, I only know this song but I like it a lot so here 😂

It reminds me of like summer, probably because that's when I listened to it the most! I love their voices, the raspiness when they push the notes all all!!

I would put my family in shame if I didn't talk about Johnny. He's a monument in the French musical culture, a legend.

He's done a lot of rock songs, but he also has some ballads and calmer/ sadder songs (like this one) and even though I don't really listen to his songs, I absolutely recognise the power his voice holds like-

Wow.

THIS ONE

OMG I LOVE IT

it's sooo sensual and rock and hIS VOICE OMG

I SWEAR IT HAS SOFT BAD BOYS VIBES (the respectful kind ya know) and-

Now that I think about it. It could be a Fives' song.

But yeah they're great!

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST

Mozart l'Opéra Rock.

It's a musical, and I would dare saying the French equivalent of Hamilton? In a way?

So here is L'Assassymphonie (a classic)

And my favorite Tatoue- Moi (a bit explicit but sooo good)

It was a biiiig thing when it came out, like- if you start singing "Je cous ménuie... " around 20y/o peeps they WILL scream the rest of the lyrics while pretending to be Mozart's nemesis

This is folkloric when it happens, we all go feral when we hear Mozart l'Opéra Rock 😂

Anyway, that was my French Edition™ I hope you liked it !

I don't know what else to add so thank you for your time and kindness I really appreciate it have a nice day/ night besties 🌊

#Spotify #kyo #stromae #calogero #renan luce #grand corps malade #francis cabrel #indochine #Eiffel #johnny hallyday #bb brunes #mozart l'opera rock #songs #songs recs #sweet ari 🌌#soft moony 🌙#I hope you'll like them!#ma choupette 💜

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