Obi-Wan was not ready. Not for the trials and not for the way that his master was touching him. Warning: Explicit noncon-Do NOT read if that is not your cup of tea (originally posted on ao3. I've kept my chapter notes for the first ten chapters the same, so some of them may be referencing comments I received there.)

This story is sexually explicit - steer clear if that is an issue for you. Both characters in this story are drunk - steer clear if that is an issue for you. This is my first nsfw fic, let me know how I did!

Sirius and Remus sneak out for a late night game of quidditch

Remus has a cold and a desire to hide it. Nothing gets by Sirius Black though, at least not where Remus is concerned.

Peggy and Jack work the nightshift together, but their dynamic has changed ever since what happened in Russia.

Roy never backs down from a challenge. ESPECIALLY if there are girls watching.

Some ceremonies are large, grandiose, overdone to draw in the public. Coronations. Holidays. Some ceremonies are private. Anniversaries spent alone with a loved one. Time honored family traditions. Some ceremonies are both. News of Brigadier General Hughes's promotion spreads quickly, but dead men can't stand at attention to receive their new ranks.

This was written for an exchange with neckwear, she requested royai fluff but every time I write these two I can't get them to just relax. They have zero chill. If you get a chance, go read neckwear's Briggs AU, it's awesome. Or you can check out my tumblr: all-the-wrong-lines Constructive criticism is welcome and encouraged!