Ooh Tell Me! Resurgence For Our Boi Benjy!

Ooh tell me! Resurgence for our boi Benjy!

Y'all ever think about how bad we do Benjy Fenwick as a fandom?

The writer's block is so real right now. I have the final chapter of my Perciver fic half-written and the angsty penultimate chapter of my Jegulus A/B/O AU fic half written and for some reason I just can't get myself to really commit to either of them :(

Please send motivation and/or snacks!

Nicknames

'Cariad.'

Remus' voice is heavy, hushed as he speaks against Sirius' lips. Usually, that tone is enough to turn Sirius' legs to jelly. Instead, he freezes, and pushes Remus back. The taller boy's eyebrows draw together, amber eyes dancing over Sirius' face immediately, as though searching for the problem.

'Pads, what -'

'Who's Cariad, then?' Sirius hears the petulance in his own voice, but he can't reel it back, already fighting to stay above the surface of years worth of self-loathing. Not good enough, never good enough ... He's pulled back up when Remus huffs out a relieved laugh.

'It's Welsh,' he explains, leaning back in, his hands coming up to bracket Sirius' torso, trapping him to the broom cupboard door that he's backed up against.

'Well, what does it mean, then?' He's still defensive, but his fists unclench, and he doesn't try to pull away when Remus leans in further to whisper in his ear.

'It means a few things. But here? It means beloved.' The English translation is lilting, made almost musical by the way it rolls off Remus' clever tongue, and Sirius shivers.

'Oh.' His hands come up to wrap in Remus' too-big jumper, and he murmurs, 'Say it again?'

He can hear the soft smile in Remus' tone as he moves in to brush his lips over Sirius' ear and purrs, 'Cariad.'

Sirius groans, heat flashing through his body. He's been called many things - thankfully these days mostly only things he likes. But all of the names - Sirius, Siri, Padfoot, Pads - they belong to everyone. This one? Sirius decides that this one is just for them, just for moments like this.

And as he presses his lips to Remus', he wonders just what he'll need to do to get Remus to moan the word for him.

Remus Lupin Vocabulary: Frequently Used Phrases Edition

What the fuck?

How the fuck?

Where the fuck ...

Why the fuck ...

Oh, for fuck's sake

Fucking kill me now

Christ on a fucking bike

Fuck this

Fuck that

Fuck me

Fuck you

Fuck off

all with varying degrees of exasperation, depending on who/what he's referring to

Caring

CW - Trans!Reggie - if you're gonna hate just keep on scrollin'

'Baby.'

The voice is instantly soothing, but it's the strong arms wrapping around his waist that truly has Regulus melting. He lets himself lean back against the broad, muscular chest that he knows so well, lets his eyes flutter closed as a gentle kiss is pressed to his temple. Right over the dull ache that he hadn't even registered until this exact moment.

'When did you last take a break?'

The voice is careful enough that he knows what James is asking. When did you last eat something? When was your last glass of water? When did you last take off your binder?

He doesn't want to answer, but the press of his boyfriend's chin against his shoulder is insistant, so Regulus sighs and puts the phone down on the kitchen counter before turning in James' arms. He finds hazel eyes that are so filled with concern that Regulus is melting all over again.

'Probably about eight hours ago.' He hadn't even meant to answer, but the words fall from his lips anyway, and James' dark brow furrows further.

'Baby -'

'I know, Jamie,' he murmurs, stretching up on his tiptoes to press a chaste kiss to his boyfriend's lips. 'I'm going. Can you make me a sandwich, please?'

James brightens instantly, squeezing Regulus' hips before bustling off towards the fridge. Regulus smiles softly at his retreating back, and turns to head upstairs, but then he pauses, his hand already reaching out automatically. He really does just need to check -

'Leave the phone, Reg.'

Caring

CW - Trans!Reggie - if you're gonna hate just keep on scrollin'

'Baby.'

The voice is instantly soothing, but it's the strong arms wrapping around his waist that truly has Regulus melting. He lets himself lean back against the broad, muscular chest that he knows so well, lets his eyes flutter closed as a gentle kiss is pressed to his temple. Right over the dull ache that he hadn't even registered until this exact moment.

'When did you last take a break?'

The voice is careful enough that he knows what James is asking. When did you last eat something? When was your last glass of water? When did you last take off your binder?

He doesn't want to answer, but the press of his boyfriend's chin against his shoulder is insistant, so Regulus sighs and puts the phone down on the kitchen counter before turning in James' arms. He finds hazel eyes that are so filled with concern that Regulus is melting all over again.

'Probably about eight hours ago.' He hadn't even meant to answer, but the words fall from his lips anyway, and James' dark brow furrows further.

'Baby -'

'I know, Jamie,' he murmurs, stretching up on his tiptoes to press a chaste kiss to his boyfriend's lips. 'I'm going. Can you make me a sandwich, please?'

James brightens instantly, squeezing Regulus' hips before bustling off towards the fridge. Regulus smiles softly at his retreating back, and turns to head upstairs, but then he pauses, his hand already reaching out automatically. He really does just need to check -

'Leave the phone, Reg.'