@arliedraws who gives the hardest prompts, but I love that!

The plan is so simple, nothing can go wrong. Half threaten, half bribe Mundungus Fletcher to coax Sirius Black out of hiding with a sob story about Harry Potter, make enough noise that it reaches the ears of the poor, lonely godchild. Love is such a weakness, so easy to account for, with no use at all.

What he hasn't accounted for is how much grief and hardship can turn a face. Tom wasn't prepared for this barely grown man to look like his father, whom he desired, or his grandfather, whom he strived to impress. He wasn't prepared for the sharp aristocratic features and the silent strength. How dare he look more and not less than the kid who went to war?

Tom still decides to mess with him, even when his fingers itch to touch that skin, to kiss these cheekbones, to bite into all this life. “What do you think, will he come before or after you die?”

“Harry is a smart kid,” Black states soberly, refusing with all Black stubbornness to falter. “He won't come at all.”

“And leave you in the fray? I doubt it.” Tom allows himself to give in and run too bony finger over skin he cannot really feel. He doesn't regret his changes, nor the resurrection, but in moments like these he wished, he could feel like a mortal man again, indulge in simple pleasures.

Black, drawn to power like they all always were, doesn't flinch, faces him head-on, like even his dearest cousin doesn't dare. The lack of fear is refreshing.

Unfortunately Potter has further expanded his talent for inopportune timing. “Get your dirty hands off him, you noseless freak!” he yells with oh so youthful voice.

The spark of mischief in Black's eyes is gone as fast as it came, before he sharply lifts his knee – how did he get free of the ties? – and targets Tom's middle. “What he said!”

One has to be forever grateful that he is no longer built like most men, or the result would have been very embarrassing. Still, two running, jumping, fighting tornados of bad ideas and unorthodox use of magic are even worse than one.

Wait.

I.

Well.

I’m not editing out their name because whatever. But I had all but abandoned this fic and now I am going to finish this Wolfstar age gap fic out of nothing but spite.

Went to my consultation yesterday and the surgeon was like, “yeah let’s yoink ‘em. Everything looks routine and normal so really low risk here.”

And then there was an open spot next week and I was thinking I’d have to wait months to get this scheduled but they’re like, “nope let’s get you in on Monday” and now I’m terrified because??? Surgery? I’ve never had you before.

And the surgeon tells me that yeah, as an adult, it’s probably gonna suck pain-wise. But he was so chill about it.

Don’t tell me any horror stories. Has anyone else had a GOOD experience getting their wisdom teeth out past age 30?