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thebadgerclan · 3 years

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Little Tease

Pairing: Severus Snape x reader

Requested by @fandom-puff

Summary: Your choice of attire gets Severus a little riled up...

Smut!

Severus thought he might just die. His eyes tracked your hands as they pulled sheer black stockings over your legs and hooked them onto a garter belt. His mouth dried out and his cock hardened in his trousers. Severus stalked over to you, coming to stand behind you, his hips grinding into your ass, arms coming around your shoulders. “Have you any idea what you do to me?” he asked, and you smirked, pulling open your dresser drawer.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, darling,” you replied, selecting a plain black skirt that fell to your midthigh. But Severus wouldn’t let you move from his embrace, pressing a lingering kiss to your jaw. “Don’t you? Then just why are you wearing those stockings, my sweet? I think that you’re trying to tease me, distract me, hmm?” That was indeed your intent, at least part of it, but you weren’t keen on giving up so soon. “Why would you do that, Sev? We both know how much we have to get done today.”

“We can get that done after I fuck you,” Severus said, spinning you in his arms, pressing his lips to yours. You resisted the intense urge to melt in his arms and let him have his way with you, instead pushing him back gently. “I wish I could, Sev. But I have to go into town and pick up a package for Sirius.” Severus sighed, stepping back from you. He might be insanely aroused, but if you said no, then he’d go no farther. You pulled your skirt on, fixing your hair and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll be back, love. And maybe later I’ll let you have your way with me.”

As you exited your bedroom and went down the many stairs of Grimmauld Place, you smirked to yourself. You didn’t really need to go into town, you could have asked Remus or one of the younger Order members to do it, but what could you say? You wanted to tease your man. About an hour later, you returned, giving Sirius his package before heading back upstairs. Severus caught you halfway up the stairs, pressing you against the wall and kissing you hard.

“I’ve been hard all morning, Y/N,” he rasped against your lips. “So fucking hard. I keep picturing your perfect legs in those damn stockings.” You sighed into the kiss, one arm around his neck, the other hand on his chest. You trailed that hand down his body until you were cupping Severus’ bulge, making him whimper. He kissed you again, keeping you against the wall, his tongue entering your mouth.

You gently squeezed Severus’ erection, and he gasped, rolling his hips into your hand. Just when you were about to suggest moving to the bedroom, footsteps were heard coming up the stairs. “What do you two think you’re doing?” Molly Weasley stomped the rest of the way up the steps, fire in her eyes, and you stepped out of your husband’s embrace. “Molly,” Severus greeted, his voice slightly strained. ��Really you two, I’d have thought you’d have more self restraint than a few 6th years!”

“We are married, Molly,” you said, stepping in front of Severus, both in a protective movement and to hide his erection. “There is nothing wrong with-” “I’m noy saying there’s anything wrong with it! But in the hallway where anyone could see? There are students here, Severus!” He said nothing, not trusting himself to speak. “Now,” Molly continued. “Get yourselves together and downstairs for the meeting.” The Weasley matriarch turned and descended the stairs, Severus sighing when she was gone. “Some nerve on that one,” you muttered, righting your skirt and heading downstairs, Severus following close behind.

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Of course, it was when Severus was hornier than he’d ever been in his life, when his cock felt like it might burst with how it ached, when he was seriously thinking about taking you over the table, that was when the meeting ran long. Molly hadn’t stopped you from sitting next to your husband, and you could feel the arousal and tension radiating off of him. He tried to listen to the meeting, he really did, but Severus’ mind wandered to fantasies of fucking you in every position imaginable.

His hand strayed to his hips, and Severus thanked Merlin that the tablecloth concealed his waist. Slowly, he pressed on his cock, nearly hissing at the stimulation. He’d refrained from touching himself while you were gone, but he couldn’t hold back any longer. Severus palmed himself slowly, enough to relieve the ache, but not enough to truly pleasure him. His teeth were grit, holding back his sighs and moans of pleasure, his hand working his cock slowly.

When you noticed, you stilled his hand, and Severus couldn’t keep the desperate whine from leaving his throat at the loss of stimulation. “Soon,” you whispered, eyes staying on the table before you. Finally, Sirius rose, saying the meeting was over, and Severus thought he might sob. As soon as there was a clear path up the stairs, he bolted up them, dragging you behind him. The door to your bedroom slammed shut, and once it was locked and warded, Severus was stripping you naked, moaning at the sight of you in nothing but the stockings and garter belt.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so beautiful,” he said, tearing his own clothes from his body. “My gorgeous wife. And you’re all mine.” You’d been wet all day, as Severus had been hard all day, and you whimpered as he pulled you flush to him, kissing you deeply. Now naked, his hard, weeping cock pressed to your abdomen, and your pussy clenched around nothing. “Severus, fuck me,” you pleaded, and that was all he needed to hear.

Severus roughly pushed you onto the bed, flipping you onto your belly and pulling you up to your hands and knees. There was no need to ready either of you; you were plenty wet enough, and Severus lined himself up, thrusting into you hard. “Fuck!” you shouted as he stretched you out, cock filling you up just right. He set a rough, hard, nearly brutal pace, skin slapping against skin, sweet, desperate moans filling the room. Severus bent over you, rutting into you like a dog in heat, the pent up desperation and need he’d felt all day finally letting loose.

“Teasing me with those stockings all day,” he grunted. “Fuck, Y/N, the things you do to me. I’ve wanted to fuck you all day, ever since I saw you put those bloody things on.” “Sev,” you moaned, eyes rolling back in your head. “Yes! Right there, oh fuck!” The head of his cock was ramming into your g-spot with each thrust, the angle allowing him to fuck you deeper. His hips moved with almost inhuman speed, drawing you closer and closer to that blissful peak.

And Severus sensed it, as he always could, and brought a hand around your waist to rub your clit. “S-Severus!” you wailed, bucking your hips weakly to match his thrusts. “Yes! Oh, yes! Please, please, oh fuck, I’m gonna… yes!” Your words devolved into a string of gibberish as your orgasm crested, legs trembling and giving out beneath you. Severus held you upright as he came, biting down on your shoulder as he released within you.

“Fuck,” he whispered, kissing over your neck and up the side of your face, pulling out a moment later. You whined at the loss, content to lie with him inside you for hours on end, keeping you filled up, but sense was also lost on you at the moment. Severus cast the contraceptive and cleaning charms, pulling your stockings and garters from your legs. He then lay down at your side, pulling you into his chest, kissing you sweetly and tenderly.

“Little tease,” he whispered, a smile on his face. “I love you so much.” “Hmm, I love you too, Sev.” “You looked so damn beautiful in those, Y/N. You always look beautiful, but those stockings just added something to it.” “Thank you, Sev. I thought you’d like them.” “Oh I do, very much. I think I’ll have to buy you more. A lot more.” You laughed softly, cuddling closer to Severus’ chest. “My beautiful wife, I love you.” You hummed, too fucked out and tired to respond, but the sentiment was clear.

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aerialflight · 3 years

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Fic Rec (it's been too long and I read a whole lot of fics)

I've read so many fics these past couple of months and my need to share them to the world has seized me by the throat. Please enjoy and support these fanfic writers! They are the best. XD

[Naruto]

Nine-Tailed Foxes are Dead by RowlettLesbian

Ship: Shikamaru/Naruto

For Konoha, it's been one month since the preliminary Chunin exams. For Naruto, it's been six. And he wasn't in Konoha.

At the end of his ordeal, Naruto walks into the Chunin Exam finals without his left arm.

Shikamaru is very concerned. And, eventually, very precious to Naruto as they work together to solve the mysteries of Konoha and bring kindness to the Shinobi world, one adventure at a time.

(I would die for this fic. I know the summary sounds doom and gloom but IT'S NOT. This fic made me fucking cry, I don't think I've ever read a fic that characterized Naruto so right. He's so full of hope and love and develops into the best version of himself and I'm so HERE FOR IT. And it's not just Naruto, Shikamaru is absolutely amazing here along with Kakashi and surprise surprise Ino, I can't BELIEVE it took me this long to stumble across this fic. Also THE WORLDBUILDING IS TO DIE FOR!!! And the plot! Is! So! Interesting! Just, everything about this fic is just amazing so please PLEASE read this!!!)

The End of the Uchiha by RowlettLesbian

Ship: Naruto/Sasuke

“I promise, little electric spirit of this shrine,” he whispered into the soft dirt and fallen leaves, “I will never gain the eyes. I will never pass them on. And I will make sure the eyes end in my brother, so that they can’t hurt anybody anymore. I will be the last Uchiha, and see to the end of the Copy-Wheel Clan. Then all of the hatred here can stop, and my family can rest peacefully. I promise, little shrine.”

Sasuke is more than his brother thinks he is. He's more than any Uchiha has ever been. He will kill his brother, but it will not be vengeance.

It will be mercy.

(Same author as the one above, they are the gift that keeps on giving. Seriously, HOW did I NEVER FIND THESE FICS before now??? One of life's greatest mysteries. The author's sense of humor is so on point here along with the atmospheric writing that's so vivid in the mind. Their writing style is so recognizable to me now and makes me fall into the world they're creating, it's stunning. Sasuke here makes me want to hug him and the idea of him living like a feral ghibli character has me LIVING. Check the tags of the fic, all of it is true, hand to god. Please give all of the author's fics a shot, it's a rabbit hole I'm thankful I fell into!)

mil fantasmas (gritan en calma) by LegaciesandMemories

Post-Tsukuyomi, something in Uchiha Sasuke's mind shatters. The same night, Yamanaka Ino falls asleep and doesn't wake up for 15 days.

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In which Ino and Sasuke both wake from the aftermath of the Uchiha Massacre with the ability to see ghosts, and no one is prepared for the fallout.

(This fic has arrested my curiosity and eagerness to know what will happen next. These poor kids need so many hugs and Ino is getting the spotlight she deserves. I am so excited for this fic and what it has in store! Please read! XD)

Lichtenberg Figures by Asteroid_Duck (JustThatOneGirl1815)

Name: Kakashi Hatake Rank: Jounin Status: Missing Nin Missing Since: June 15th, 271 AD Note: Flee on Sight . . . Haburashi looked his team in the eyes— three, fresh out of the Academy genin— and resolved to teach them as best as he could. And right now, his lesson was simple: “Stay. Away. From. Kakashi. Hatake.”

(Dimension travel fic with a slice of Kakashi being an absolute troll and dealing with the shitty hand he's been dealt with. Seriously, the man has the worst luck in all of Konoha. Also, the mystery of the other Kakashi's history has me leaning by the edge of my seat, I need to know.)

The Governess by Ysmirel

Ship: Kakashi/OFC

"“What,” he finally asked, “is so funny?”

Ibara bit her lower lip to keep the chuckles in, still smiling and making absolutely no effort to get more space between them, seemingly perfectly at ease within reach of a trained shinobi. Her self-control wasn't all that good, as she ended up snorting and was overcame once again by another fit of laughter. “I just- It's just-” She struggled to speak, trying to catch her breath and wiping away tears of mirth with the hand that wasn't still holding onto his vest. Finally, she looked him in the eye and said, with a smile that was all teeth and without a hint of her previous drunken stupor, “and who's going to believe you?”

As he stood there, stunned by her words and change in demeanor, he realized with dawning horror that she was right."

In which Kakashi finds himself at the other end of the troll shtick, and he doesn't appreciate it all that much.

(It's so hard to find self-insert fics with a fresh concept these days, especially in the naruto fandom. Not that I don't enjoy and devour a lot of self insert fics like it's going out of style, but it's just so nice to find something new and shiny and really damn good. I'm so pumped for this fic and how it's going to develop so please join me in rooting for this fic!)

half a league (until the valley of death) by SpectersShadow117

Kakashi can think of no reason for Sasuke's inexplicable and drastic change in behavior. He doesn't like the desperate, haunted gleam in his student's eyes, and he also doesn't like the nagging feeling that he's missing something very important. Aka: Future Sasuke goes to Past Sasuke and gives him a reality check with Specific Intentions, but as with most Uchiha, his methods leave much to be desired. (Featuring: Childhood trauma FTW, Konoha's shitty care of orphans, and absolutely no one having a fun time.)

(Sasuke wanting to change the future out of complete and utter spite has me LIVING. Sasuke is such a Mess here and the twist on the time travel premise is so good and the kid is so Traumatized and Desperate and Not Having A Good Time. Naruto and Sakura developing as better ninjas and Kakashi trying his best makes me want to scream. Also, how Sasuke thinks about Itachi makes me want to cackle. I am 100% down for this. I am rooting for this kid, go get them! XD)

[Harry Potter]

fruit loops in time (circle around me) by justprompts

Ships: Harry/Draco, Remus/Sirius

"This is Crabbe, and Goyle," the blonde boy says, pointing at the two boys next to him. "And I'm Malfoy, Draco Ma - "

Ron laughs, and Malfoy immediately bristles.

"Think my name's funny, do you?" Malfoy says, angrily. "No need to ask yours - "

"You're honestly so cute," Ron interrupts, yet again, shaking his head. "So tiny. And so angry, all the time. It's adorable."

Alternatively Ron Weasley, Time Traveller Extraordinaire, is stuck in the same seven year Hogwarts Loop, repeating the same thing over and over again. Naturally, he's so done with everything.

(This is the greatest hp fic I've ever read. I LOVE RON WEASLEY and by the time you read this fic SO WILL YOU!! This is the fic I WISH I have the ability to write. I read this entire fic aloud to my brother and we spent literal hours howling and talking about how utterly insane and incredible this fic is, it's amazing. This is hands down my favorite Ron Weasley. You Can Pry This Fic From My Cold Dead Fingers.)

[Boku no Hero Academia]

Kacchan's Cult by Ourliazo

Pro Hero Ground Zero is attacked, originally meant to be de-aged out of existence by a desperate villain but is instead launched into his 14-year-old self.

But Katsuki is a fucking pro so whatever, time to fuck up someone's day. And sure, maybe he's only one man, but that's why he conscripts the entirety of the UA student body into tearing down some criminal empires.

(It's time travel, crack, and Bakugou being his usual explody, competent self. What more in life do you want? Seriously though, please read. I'm obsessed with this fic and having a Good Time!)

Cleaning Crew; Teaching Kids to Value their Safety, for Fun and Profit by Reavv

Takenaka Hideo is a thirty-two year old, in mild desperation for money, who has just been hired as a new janitor for UA's support staff. He has a quirk that lets him find lost objects, a liaison with the police because of it, and desperate desire for competent co-workers.

Oh, and he's already lived a previous life, in a world where quirks and heroes didn't even exist.

Not a big deal, though. It's not like you ever see the janitor playing a big part in action movies. He's here to get paid, and that's it.

On the opposite side of the equation, class 1-A has to wonder at the new UA cryptid that always seems to show up when things are on fire, and who keeps trying to convince them to let the adults handle the fire extinguisher.

(A great deal of fun packed into one fic. That is how I title this fic and nothing will change my mind! Hideo just wants to quietly do his job and not get in the way. I Relate. Please read!)

Poltergeist by WriterGreenReads

Class 1-A is haunted.

Well, not really.

I AM dead, though.

World's friendliest poltergeist, at your service.

(I don't know how I got so sucked into OC fics, but I found some fantastic fics along the way so I have no regrets. The author really tries to push the premise and I just love all the interactions and dynamics that form as the fic gets further in. And the OC character and all the hijinks they get up to cracks me up! At the same time, it's pretty heartwarming and it's practically a friendships galore fic! Definitely recommend it!)

invincible by supercrunch for Engrin

Ship: Bakugou/Midoriya

This is the way the world works: the sun rises in the east. The strong come out on top. Bakugou Katsuki rockets through life like a comet and Midoriya Izuku stumbles after. If he believed in such things Katsuki would say it was written in the stars. That some god of war had looked at him and said this one. That he’d been passed along a line to get his blessings – genius, willpower, fearless ambition – and dropped off on earth.

Then, of course, there is the question of Deku. The spitfire runt. Deku, no matter what the world does to him, never stops hoping.

Until, of course, he eventually does.

(Katsuki broke him. Snapped him in half like a twig and now has to scramble to put Deku back together. “We can do this, Deku," he says slowly. "There are so many mysteries that never got put to bed. Criminals roaming around looking to hurt people and you and me, we can fix that.”

There’s a long pause. The comforter slips a little off Deku’s skinny shoulders and drowns him. “You mean like a team?”

In that split second, Katsuki makes a decision he’s never even considered. He swallows his pride. “Yeah, Deku. We’d be a team.”)

(If there was any other way canon could've gone, this is the story I would've wanted. It's perfect.)

Inadvertent Wilderness Therapy by Cacid

Following an unfortunate encounter with a teleporter on the last day of internships, Bakugou Katsuki and Hakamata Tsunagu spend some quality time in northern Canada.

In no particular order they will: build ugly survival shelters, stalk rabbits, run from polar bears, reflect on the chemical composition of trees, insult each other, and complain about krumholtz.

(THESE TWO. TOGETHER. IN THE WILDERNESS. IN FUCKING CANADA OF ALL PLACES. I still can't believe this fic actually exists and just how INVESTED I became in their relationship. Blue Jeanist instantly became my favorite ranked hero with this fic alone. HIS SENSE OF HUMOR IS TERRIBLE, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH FNIEWOPAF. BAKUGOU DOES TOO. IT'S FUCKING INCREDIBLE. *incoherent screeching into the wild*)

[Stranger Things]

Baci D'aria by RabbitDarling

“Love is worth the sum of itself, and nothing more.” ― Alice Hoffman, Practical Magic

Steve learned a lot at his Aunt's side before she passed but his favourite thing she taught him was baci d'aria; special little spells that you created from the heart and put into the food you shared.

In opening his heart and gifts to those around him Steve slowly finds himself a family in a way he never thought he'd get to experience. One by One he collects pre-teens to trail in his wake like ducklings and Steve can't even refute it by the time he realizes what has happened.

(This fic is so soft and Steve is just collecting people and winning them over with his magical food (literally). I am always a sucker for heartwarming, good for the soul fics so if you want to make yourself hungry and feel all warm and gooey inside, read this!)

(Don't Fear) The Reaper by TeaFourTwo

Ship: Steve/Billy

He looks down at the blood on his hands and on the floor and wonders why the memory hasn’t broken yet, why he isn’t back in Starcourt mall with control of his body again, wonders if he's even still alive at all. Is this hell then? Or perhaps purgatory? It certainly isn’t heaven, that’s for sure. None of this makes any sense…but then what's new—nothing in Billy’s life makes sense anymore.

Billy laughs then, loud and long and unhinged. It's the only sound in the whole house, and it bounces off the walls like a fucked up echo, like the world is laughing with him.

“Jesus christ you’re insane…” It’s Max’s voice and it’s shaking. It only makes Billy laugh harder, because Max has it all wrong. Billy isn’t crazy, it’s the rest of the world that’s insane.

Billy dies a hero of sorts. He wakes up back in his bed on Saturday morning, the third of November, 1984...nearly nine months earlier.

(Billy is stuck in a time loop and it's slowly driving him crazy. And the fic shows just how much influence Billy did have in the plot and how doomed the world is without him in it. Great character exploration with Billy's character and all the ways he's so messy and human. Definitely recommend it!)

[Knives Out]

The Road Less Traveled By by UisceOneLove

Ship: Marta/Ransom

If Harlan wants to leave Ransom to be on his own, fine. He'll show him just what Ransom Drysdale is capable of.

or, where Ransom chooses to prove his abilities through means of the non-homicidal variety and finds himself becoming exactly what Harlan was hoping he would.

(I found this fic out of sheer chance and god, Ransom is just, so fascinating to me as a character. Marta of course is the Best here and I will forever stan her. Seriously, this is such a good fic! Please read!)

[Haikyuu!!]

Sky Full of Stars by grilledsquids

The Hinatas are twins. They're practically identical.

But while Shouyou seeks out Karasuno's volleyball team to become the next Little Giant, Natsu is scouted to to play soccer for Shiratorizawa. While Shouyou sets his eyes on playing volleyball at the highest level possible, his sister wonders how much longer she can play soccer... and if it's worth it to keep going.

A Natsu-centric story featuring: Shiratorizawa VBC shenanigans, too many soccer OCs, mild teenage drama, a little bit of plot, and Semi Eita not knowing what a period is.

(It's just!! So cute and wholesome!!! The Shiratorizawa volleyball team is so fleshed out along with the OC characters for the girl's soccer team and I swear, it's been a long while since I've laughed this much at the sheer shenanigans that happen in a fic. It's surprisingly hard to find good gen fics in this fandom so finding this gem made me so happy! If you want a fic that brings a smile to your face, read this!!)

like water by speakingincode

Ship: Oikawa/Kageyama

“Oikawa,” Iwaizumi says, and when Tooru looks at him, he can read My best friend’s an idiot off the crease of his eyebrows. “Are you telling me you spent the last three years weirdly obsessed with Kageyama – I still remember the time you made us play him on a dumb whim, you know – and now you’re at his beck and call? Are you okay? What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I’m— I’m not at his beck and call! I said no last week. It’s… It’s like you said. I get bored easily. I saw him at the park a couple weeks after they played Nationals and called him a perfect little tyrant, and he pestered me into spending time with him after,” Tooru says. “I’m not a monster, Iwa-chan. If he wants the company of his cool, handsome ex-upperclassman that badly, who am I to begrudge him?”

Or: Oikawa doesn't know why Kageyama keeps asking to meet him on Saturdays. He also doesn't know why he keeps saying yes.

(The fact this fic is canon-compliant and covers post-canon too makes me want to shout to the heavens. Fucking incredible! One of the best Oikakage fics ever and it's a crime how it's not at the top of the ship tag. Please please read!!)

twist into your shape by kakkoweeb

Ship: Oikawa/Kageyama

The only thing better than sweets were sweets containing paper that told you whether your future would be good or bad--or in Kageyama and Oikawa's case, paper that somehow caused you to live inside each other's bodies.

(Everyone probably already read this fic but it needs to be said, you need to read this fic. How these two try and manage each other's lives and slowly start to care about one another is so beautiful and sincere and I am ready to wrestle anyone to the floor and comply them into reading this fic. Doesn't matter if you like the ship, you will become a fan if you read it, I promise. Please please read!!)

Take the Long Road Home by pepperfield

Ship: Kuroo/Sawamura

When Azumane Asahi goes missing before his engagement meeting with Kozume Kenma, what other option is there but for Daichi to impersonate his brother and fake his way through a first date with Asahi's fiance?

Okay, let's be realistic - there were probably at least four other options.

Unfortunately, Tetsurou couldn't come up with any of them either, so now he's here flirting with Kenma's future husband while trying to keep his web of deceit from collapsing.

It's going to be an eventful day.

(I got obsessed with this ship alongside Oikakage and SO WILL YOU. THE POTENTIAL. THE BANTER. THE FACT THEY'RE BOTH DORKS AND THE FIC HAS IDENTITY SHENANIGANS DANCING ALL OVER IT!! I had so much fun reading this and these two are MEANT TO BE FENIWPAF. If you don't see the potential of this ship, you will now.)

a misunderstanding a day keeps the boyfriend away by bartallen for betuls

Ship: Kuroo/Sawamura

Kuroo doesn’t fall in love hard and fast like many others do – he falls slowly, and very very softly. Most of the times he doesn’t even realise he’s in love with someone until it’s too late.

(Kuroo is the dumbest man alive and I've never related to someone so hard in my life. God help me.)

You like me. by roseknight

Ship: Daishou/Kuroo

Kuroo nearly lived a Daishou-free life, and sometimes he looked back and wondered how much better and how much worse that would've been.

(I didn't even know who Daishou was until I read this fic and now I can't unsee the potential this ship has. I'm a ruined woman and I regret NOTHING.)

Kings of the Road, Kings of the Universe by EzzyDean

Eight magical captains, one bus, an entire summer (and country) waiting for them.

What could possibly go wrong?

(The magic of friendship meets the magic of a summer road trip meets pure magic.)

(CAPTAIN SQUAD IS THE BEST SQUAD SOMEBODY PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SEND ME SOME CAPTAIN SQUAD FICS I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS SQUAD IT'S A PROBLEM AAAAHHHHHH!)

宿縁 : See You Soon by MissKiraBlue

Ship: Oikawa/Kageyama

Upon arriving at the train station of death, an impure soul is granted a second chance at life against his will. Reincarnating into the body of Kageyama Tobio, a 15-year-old boy who recently committed suicide. Tobio's soul will depart at death and the soul needs to slip in to replace it. If the soul's reformation succeeds, he’ll reenter the cycle of rebirth and regain the right to be reborn. He will have three months to accomplish this task.

“Even though you had enough of life,” the soul whispered into the void of the room, “you were still afraid to hurt your hands, Tobio.”

Afraid of giving himself a scar, if he survived.

He touched his pulse and grasped life and couldn’t help but pity Kageyama Tobio.

"You wanted to die and now I’m here making you live again," he whispered into the night.

(I'm not even exaggerating when I say out of all the fics in this entire goddamn, too long list, this is the fic I'm anticipating and heart eyeing the most. It's only starting, but I already cried on chapter fucking 2, the power of this fic, holy shit. The author also wrote the hq time loop Every Tomorrows series, which I have an undying love for and am full on praying for the day it updates, so you KNOW this fic will be just as good. (Anybody who hasn't read this series, where the hell have you been?? Read it!!) Just, everything about this fic hurts me and something in my chest just aches when I read this fic. Go into it blind with an open heart and I swear to you, it's going to change your life. I'm already calling it. Seriously though, please please read!)

[Crossover]

Learning to Fly by Asteroid_Duck (JustThatOneGirl1815)

Fandoms: Boku no Hero Academia, Naruto

The number three hero is a walking (well, flying) contradiction in every sense of the word. This includes his teaching skills. Why had Tokoyami agreed to this internship again? Oh right. He’d thought he was actually going to learn something. …….remind him to never be so optimistic again. . . . OR, Kakashi Hatake is reincarnated as the pro hero, Hawks. Tokoyami Fumikage suffers as a result.

(The reincarnation fic I never thought I needed and it's so good!! I've never really paid attention to Tokoyami and this fic sent me headfirst into loving him. Their dynamic is so interesting and I just love how their relationship develops. Also, Kakashi trolling the poor kid made me cackle, it's great! Definitely recommend it!)

Si Vis Pacem by athenoot

Fandoms: Boku no Hero Academia, John Wick

Everything has a price. That's what John has always known and will forever remember, even in death.

Which is pretty ironic considering his current circumstance.

Instead of a grown, scarred, weary body belonging to a man as cruel and broken as him, he's inhabiting a younger, smaller, unblemished one belonging to a child with strangely colored hair, and is living in what seems to be a superhuman society.

Well. May it never be said that John isn't a strategist. He can live with this. Maybe.

(Somewhere out there in the universe, he's certain he could hear the laughter of his enemies from beyond the grave.)

Or: John Wick is reincarnated as Midoriya Izuku. The world should probably watch its back.

(This should be one of the crackiest fics I've read in a while, but it's taken so seriously and I'm so HERE FOR THIS. John Wick being John Wick in a world of quirks and heroes is the GREATEST, honestly, he's so badass. Bakugou, I feel for you, you must be so fucking confused lol. Bakugou trying his best to be a good friend is one of the best things about this fic. Trust me, this fic will make your day, promise!)

A Girl's Mind is a Dangerous Place by clenastia

Fandoms: Naruto, Fairy Tail

Natsu wakes up in Sakura's body. It only gets worse from there. Also known as: In Which Natsu has No Idea what to do with Boobs.

(I binged this in two fucking days, I couldn't put it down. This fic reminded me why I liked fairy tail when I was younger and why Natsu is honestly such a great protagonist, god. And the fic does that thing, you know, the Thing where when two worlds collide, the characters struggle to acclimate and adapt to a completely another world with different rules and mindsets against their own. This fic is seriously one of the best when it comes to that aspect, it's incredible. I am going absolutely feral over here for this fic to update, I'm waiting in the wings, ready to pounce like a tiger, all the metaphors man. For the love of god, read this fic.)

Give me a landscape made of obstacles by Melise

Fandoms: Naruto, Natsume's Book of Friends

Kakashi Hatake isn’t who he says he is.

Because the truth is that he’s actually a youkai in disguise, a wolf spirit named Madara who stumbled across the Hatake clan during the Warring States Period. Intrigued by the shinobi he saw, he’d proposed a temporary alliance in which he would offer the clan protection in exchange for their teachings.

Decades later, Madara is surprised to find himself inadvertently summoned to Konoha by the last living member of the Hatake clan. Sakumo Hatake, who is mourning the recent deaths of his wife and stillborn child, doesn’t want to be alone anymore. So with his permission, Madara takes the place of Sakumo’s deceased son in order to watch over the last Hatake.

(Fusion in which the youkai of Natsume’s Book of Friends all exist in the Naruto world. No knowledge of Natsume’s Book of Friends required).

(Before this fic, I only had a very vague idea of what Natsume's Book of Friends was, and honestly, I still don't know much about it. But I didn't really need to know to get into this fic. I love the worldbuilding and the relationships Kakashi forms, both supernatural and mortal. I love how Kakashi's inhumane ways affect others around him, whether to stress them out or become used to the strange. You can go straight into this fic without knowing anything and absolutely still have a fantastic time. I definitely recommend this so please read!)

#Fanfiction #AO3 #Fic Rec #Fic Rec List #Naruto #Harry Potter #Boku no Hero Academia #Stranger Things #Knives Out #Haikyuu!!#Crossover #John Wick #Fairy Tail #Natsume's Book of Friends

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theweasleysredhair · 3 years

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did i ever think i’d be making a post announcing 9k?? no, no i did not. i am completely overwhelmed, and so so thankful to each and every one of you! thank you for all your support, lovely comments, feedback, messages, and overall just sticking by me and continuing to follow my lil blog!! ❤️

to celebrate, i’ve put together my very first writing challenge!!

rules - please read before entering!:

1. you don’t have to follow me but it would be nice 🥰❤️

2. please keep it to the hp fandom!! i don’t mind what character you want to write for, as long as they appear in the harry potter franchise at least once!

3. you can write character x reader, character x character, character x oc - whatever inspires you!

4. maximum of 2 prompts and 1 trope/song per person! (and 2 people per prompt/song) just bc i’m unsure of how many people would be willing to join in!

5. please send me an ask with the prompts/trope/song you’d like to use, and what pairing you’re including so i can add it onto here!

6. SMUT IS ALLOWED AS LONG AS YOU ARE 18+, WITH ALL WARNINGS ADDED AND PLEASE ENSURE IT IS TAGGED PROPERLY!

7. please refrain from romanticising any kind of abuse, no incest, no student x reader, no minor x 18+, and this is a personal one for me, but please do not romanticise cheating in your fics or i unfortunately i might not be able to read! 😩

8. have fun!! writing is all about having a bit of fun and releasing your creativity - and creativity doesn’t have a timeline so write whenever you want!! there’s absolutely no deadline!

9. MAKE SURE TO TAG ME IN YOUR FIC, AND I’M ALSO TRACKING #twrh9kwritingchallenge too! if i don’t reblog/respond to your fic, please send me the link!!

PROMPTS UNDER THE CUT

angst:

1. “Can you shut up for once in your life?”

↳ ron weasley x reader, @gryffindors-weasley

↳ sirius black x reader, @heloisedaphnebrightmore

2. “I can’t pretend anymore.”

↳ remus lupin x reader, @riddikulus--remus

↳ draco malfoy x reader, @dracosathenaeum

3. “Don’t you walk out that door!”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @band--psycho (Don’t Go Back There)

4. “Do you really think I’m happy?”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @whizboingies

↳ harry potter x reader, @lenalxvegood

5. “They didn’t deserve you.”

6. “Who the hell do you think you are?” “Well-“ “That was rhetorical.”

↳ sirius black x reader, @marvelettesassemble

7. “I never meant to fall in love with you, I just did.”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @parseltongueswriting

↳ cedric diggory x reader, @mesmerisedangel (Best Friends)

8. “We can’t keep doing this!”

↳ sirius black x reader, @ananad1

9. “Shit, is that blood?”

↳ sirius black x reader, @breadqueen95

10. “Just leave me alone.”

↳ sirius black x oc, @prettyboigenius

11. “Did you even really love me?”

12. “I can’t do this without you.”

↳ sirius black x reader, @locke-writes

13. “Please.”

14. “I don’t know how to fix this.”

↳ sirius black x reader, @marvelettesassemble

↳ sirius black x oc, @prettyboigenius

15. “What did you do?”

fluff:

1. “I think I’m in love with you.”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @evermoreweasley (it was all yellow)

↳ fred weasley x reader, @pxroxide-prinxcesss

2. “Because I love you.”

↳ sirius black x reader, @omgrachwrites

3. “I could kiss you right now!”

↳ sirius black x reader, @heloisedaphnebrightmore

↳ fred weasley x reader, @padfoot-and-prongsie

4. “I love you, but stop talking.”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @weasleyclaw

↳ sirius black x reader, @ananad1

5. “Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @evermoreweasley (it was all yellow)

↳ remus lupin x reader, @random-fandom-things-555

6. “I know you said you didn’t want to be late, but you look amazing, and I’m trying not to kiss you senseless right now.”

↳ ron weasley x reader, @gryffindors-weasley

↳ george weasley x reader, @missmulti

7. “Give me attention!”

↳ ron weasley x reader, @anxiousblanketqueen

8. “Oh my god... you’re in love with him/her!”

↳ george weasley x reader, @loony-loopy-lupinn

↳ george weasley x reader, @lumos-barnes

↳ remus lupin x reader, @random-fandom-things-555

9. “You should just marry me.”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @onlyfreds

↳ george weasley x reader, @missmulti

10. “Are you hitting on me?”

↳ george weasley x reader, @lumos-barnes

↳ fred weasley x reader, @spacexcowgirl

11. “You’re really bad at flirting, you know that?”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @spacexcowgirl

↳ george weasley x reader, @hufflpuffs

12. “You’re my best guess at perfect.”

↳ george weasley x reader, @gcdric

13. “Is that my sweater?”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @whizboingies

↳ george weasley x reader, @iwritesiriusly

14. “You’re lucky you’re hot.”

↳ george weasley x reader, @hufflpuffs

↳ fred weasley x reader, @bolaurel (Flirtations Misinterpreted)

15. “You remembered?”

↳ george weasley x reader, @love-peachh (Cameras and crushes)

↳ fred weasley x reader, @onlyfreds

smut: (you must be 18+)

1. “You’re so needy.”

↳ charlie weasley x reader, @anxiousblanketqueen

2. “I know you can be louder than that.”

3. “Try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?”

4. “I don’t care what you do as long as you do me.”

↳ sirius black x reader, @riddikulus--remus

5. “You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @lumosandnoxwriting

6. “I’m gonna cum inside you.”

7. “You know what I wanna do right now?” “What?” “You.”

↳ george weasley x reader, @rosaliepostsstuff (Born winner)

8. “I’m going to ruin you.”

9. “I want to fuck you on every surface in here.”

↳ fred weasley x reader, @lumosandnoxwriting

10. “Behave.”

↳ george weasley x reader, @darthwheezely

tropes:

1. fake dating

↳ fred weasley x reader, @parseltongueswriting

↳ cedric diggory x reader, @mesmerisedangel (Best Friends)

↳ sirius black x reader, @omgrachwrites

↳ fred weasley x reader, @pxroxide-prinxcesss

2. sharing a bed

↳ sirius black x reader, @heloisedaphnebrightmore

↳ george weasley x reader, @rosaliepostsstuff

3. friends to lovers

↳ george weasley x reader, @iwritesiriusly

↳ harry potter x reader, @lenalxvegood

4. enemies to lovers

5. exes to lovers

↳ fred weasley x reader, @whizboingies

6. fwb to lovers

7. mutual pining

↳ george weasley x reader, @lumos-barnes

8. unrequited love

9. hurt/comfort

10. secretly dating

↳ remus lupin x reader, @random-fandom-things-555

↳ ron weasley x reader, @acciotwinz

↳ fred weasley x reader, @padfoot-and-prongsie

11. roommates

↳ fred weasley x reader, @lumosandnoxwriting

12. in vino veritas

↳ fred weasley x reader, @spacexcowgirl

13. poorly timed confession

14. soulmate au

↳ sirius black x reader, @locke-writes

↳ george weasley x reader, @missmulti

songs:

1. i want to hold your hand ~ the beatles

↳ george weasley x reader, @wand3ringr0s3

2. i don’t wanna miss a thing ~ aerosmith

3. should i stay or should i go? ~ the clash

↳ george weasley x reader, @riddikulus--remus (Should I Stay or Should I Go?)

4. all about you ~ mcfly

↳ george weasley x reader, @loony-loopy-lupinn

5. can’t take my eyes off you ~ frankie valli

6. i wasn’t expecting that ~ jamie lawson

7. someone you loved ~ lewis capaldi

↳ sirius black x reader, @locke-writes

8. born to die ~ lana del rey

↳ fred weasley x reader, @valwritesx

9. this town ~ niall horan

10. three empty words ~ shawn mendes

11. hopelessly devoted to you ~ olivia newton-john

12. baby can i hold you ~ tracy chapman

13. if these sheets were the states ~ all time low

14. she will be loved ~ maroon 5

15. december ~ neck deep

↳ fred weasley x reader, @slytherinsunrise

16. goodbye my lover ~ james blunt

17. thank u, next ~ ariana grande

18. gives you hell ~ all american rejects

19. kiss me ~ sixpence none the richer

20. when i was your man ~ bruno mars

21. your song ~ elton john

↳ george weasley x reader, @harrysweasleys

22. still into you ~ paramore

23. just the way you are ~ bruno mars

↳ fred weasley x reader, @onlyfreds

24. yellow ~ coldplay

↳ fred weasley x reader, @evermoreweasley (it was all yellow)

25. somebody to you ~ the vamps

#twrh9kwritingchallenge #fred weasley x reader #george weasley x reader #draco malfoy x reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #ron weasley x reader #writing challenge

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ilovefandoms102 · 4 years

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Part 3-Where Loyalties Lie

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Potter!Reader

Summary: A forbidden romance is betrayed when the very dark wizard who is out to kill you is your lovers master...

Taglist:

@jeyramarie @drewswannabegirl @teamnick @jiaraendgame @agirlwholovescoffee @outerbongs @jaxxandcomet @velyssaraptor @baby-pogue @they-write-once-in-a-blue-moon @must-be-a-weasley-92 @kaitieskidmore1 @ma10427 @ifilwtmfc @lasnaro @justcallmesams @judayyyw @lonely-kermit @gviosca @iamaunicorn4704 @jellyfishbeansontoast @fernweh-fangirl @runway-to-my-aid @eb15 @hurricane-abigail @tangledinsparkles @amanda-rotigliano @hxfflxpxffs @bannerbubble @hybridfamily @coldlilheart @fandom-phaser @sunwardsss @http-cherries @bibliophilewednesday @evaporatedrosepetals @thetomatosaucee @tomatosauceagent @redosmo @ilikealotofpeople-younotsomuch @susceptible-but-siriusexual @kindahavefeelingskindaheartless @obx-direction-sos @they-reblog-once-in-a-blue-moon @iraniq @nekee-lilac02 @gracielou0518 @aplaintart @wollymalfoy @thefandomplace @poguestyleskye @butterflydior

Part 2

Note: I’m so happy for the love and support you all have given me! Thank you for 500 new friends, I am grateful for each and every one of you! I can’t wait to put out more stuff for you guys!

Would anyone like for me to continue the series for how Draco and y/n raise Scorpius and go through the trials of parenthood? Maybe even include their wedding and wedding night😛...let me know in the comments or message me!

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Draco pushed me into the main room, his family eyeing me now. I spotted Hermione on the ground, I went to move towards her. I was stopped by an unspeakable pain, a screech left my throat as I fell just feet from her.

“Crucio!” Bellatrix shouted, waving her wand at me again.

I convulsed on the floor, screaming as the pain shot from my head to my feet. I rolled to my side, heavily breathing. I scooted to Hermione, her hand barely mustering the energy to hold mine.

“Since this filthy Mudblood won’t talk, perhaps you will Potter. Where did you get the sword?” she seethed.

“Even if I did know, I wouldn’t tell you!” I panted.

“Draco! Your wand at the ready, torture this disgusting Halfblood until she admits her faults.” Bellatrix commanded.

“She said she doesn’t know, maybe they’re telling the truth for once.” Draco answered, trying to hide his fear.

“Either you do it, or your father kills them.” Bellatrix hissed, Draco’s face going pale.

They cleared to the other side of the room, leaving just Draco and I with Hermione limp on the floor. Tears started to leak from his eyes, my heart shattered. His hand shook that held his wand, bending his head to let out a sob.

“It’s ok, do what they say.” I spoke, Draco shaking his head.

“I can’t, I can’t do it.” he sobbed, fervently shaking his head.

“Draco please! It’s the only way we’re getting out of here!” I pleaded.

“What is the meaning of this Draco!? Do it!” Lucius boomed, Draco still sobbing.

“I can’t hurt the girl I love!” Draco shouted, his family gasping.

“You cannot be serious!” Lucius shouted, Hermione’s grip on my hand tightened.

“Fine, if you cannot man up to the task...CRUCIO!” Bellatrix shouted, repeating the spell over and over.

Draco tried to come to my aid, but his father fought to hold him back. He cried as he watched me suffer one of the three Unforgivable Curses, shouting my name as I screamed in pain. I couldn’t even put into words what the pain felt like, an excruciating void of unending beats was the best way to put it.

I tried to reach out for Draco as blood started to fall from my ears and mouth, him trying to do the same with the restriction of his father.

“Please Bella! Stop, please!” Draco yelled, falling to his knees as Lucius scrapped to get a hold of him.

“That’s enough Bella,” Narcissa spoke, pulling on her sister’s arm.

“Consider yourself lucky you belong to the Dark Lord Potter. For your friend, I can’t say the same.” Bellatrix sighed.

There was a sudden commotion as Harry and Ron burst into the room, firing off spells. Draco pretended to drop one of ours, rolling it my way. I fired one at Lucius, knocking him several feet away. It was a struggle trying to get up, only to be snatched by Narcissa, my muscles too weak to fight back. Bellatrix held a knife to Hermione’s throat, Harry and Ron dropping their wands at her command.

I looked at Draco, his eyes wide with worry. There was a squeaking sound from above us, looking to see Dobby unhinging the chandelier. It came crashing down, giving enough distraction for Hermione and I to break free. I launched myself at Harry, he held me close as we all huddled to apparate out. I took one last look at Draco, he mouthed those three little words. I mouthed them back, tears shining as we apparated away.

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Harry was headed to the Ravenclaw common room to find the Grey Lady, while I tried to make the Room of Requirement pop up. Just when I was about to give up, I heard creaking behind me, turning to find the Room of Requirement. Harry appeared next to me, dragging me with him.

We looked around the disastrous area for what felt like hours, clapping my hands over my ears when I heard the telling sound of the Horcrux’s. I whipped around to find Harry holding the tiara that belonged to the Helena. Just as I reached him, a voice I knew all too well sounded in the room.

“Well, well, well, look what we have here. What brings you two here?” Draco taunted, Crab and Goyle holding their wands at us as Draco did.

“I could ask you the same,” Harry answered, tugging on my wrist so that I was behind him.

“You have something of mine,” Draco spat, eyeing me before looking back to my brother.

“Why didn’t you tell her? Bellatrix? You knew it was me, and you didn’t say anything.” Harry asked, tilting his head.

“I would never hurt her,” Draco whispered, the other two Slytherin’s giving him a confused look.

“If you truly loved her-” Harry hissed, now my turn to grab his arm to pull him back.

“Harry!” I exclaimed as they all held their wands higher, at the ready to fire at us.

“Don’t be a prat Draco, do it!” Goyle seethed, Draco gulped before moving his eyes to meet mine.

In a split second, I whipped my wand out. Firing at Draco, disarming him. He turned and ran as his friends continued their assault, Hermione coming to aid. I shouted for Draco, watching as Ron ran after the Slytherin’s.

After some digging, Harry and Hermione plopped back to the ground. Ron came out of nowhere, snatching Hermione’s hand as he claimed that Goyle set the place on fire. Indeed he did as a giant fire in the shape of a snake came bounding after us.

I grabbed Harry’s hand as we weaved through the stacks of rubbish, not finding a way out. I whipped my head in search of Draco, wondering if he made it out alive. My chest burned from the fire, and the thought of the love of my life being dead in the very same room.

We bumped into some brooms, taking off to find the exit. I looked all over for Draco, not spotting him. Harry then caught my attention, whisking around to go back from where we just were. I sobbed in relief when I saw Draco, his eyes lighting up when he caught sight of me. I grabbed his arm, tugging him so he could jump on the back of the broom. He held tightly to my waist, his lips moving to kiss my cheek.

The blast from the fire knocked us off the broom once we reached outside of the Room of Requirement, Draco kissed me before taking off. Harry stabbed the tiara with the Basilisk fang, knocking both of us back.

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My heart crumbled after Harry and I took Snape’s tears to watch his memories. Not only did both of us have to die to completely destroy Voldemort, but that we might not come back. I thought of Draco, that we would never get married, have children, and grow old together. Neither would Harry, but this had to be done.

We found Hermione and Ron at the bottom of the stairs just in front of the castle. huddled together. They stood once they saw us, knowing what Harry and I were about to do. Hermione crushed Harry into a hug, Ron leaning down to hug me tight.

“We all had a feeling this is how it would have to end, no one just wanted to accept it.” I spoke, pulling back to smile sadly at Ron.

“After us, it’s just the snake. Kill it, and you’ll kill him.” Harry said.

Hermione tugged me to her, crying into my shoulder. I rubbed her back, sniffling to hold in my tears. Once I pulled back, I took Harry’s hand as we made our way to the Forbidden Forest. Harry found the Resurrection Stone in the snitch, holding my hand tightly. We looked around to see our parents, Remus, and Sirius. Our mother held her hand out, I instantly went to her. My hand went through her’s, my heart clenching when I couldn’t feel her.

“You’ve been so brave my babies.” she spoke, her voice melodic as it rang in my ears. How I wished I could have heard her voice my whole life.

“You’re nearly there,” our father said, his features resembling Harry so much they almost looked like the same person.

“Does it hurt? To die?” Harry asked Sirius, my eyes leaving my mother’s to look at my Godfather.

“Quicker than falling asleep.” Sirius quipped, a small smile gracing his lips.

“I wish more than ever that none of you had to die, not like this.” I croaked, Harry nodding in agreement.

“I never wanted any of you to die for me,” Harry spoke, looking around at our lost loved ones.

“Remus, Teddy he-” I started.

“Others will tell him what his parents died for, and one day, he’ll understand.” Remus smiled, his eyes looking between Harry and I.

“You’ll be with us?” I asked.

“Until the very end.” our father answered.

“Stay close to us.” Harry said, grabbing my hand again.

“Always,” our mother replied, my eyes tearing up as they disappeared.

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Voldemort had been defeated, finally freeing Harry and I from our life long torture. No more looking over our shoulders constantly, no more people that we loved would have to die for us. I could be with Draco...if I ever saw him again. He fled with his parents after Harry and I revealed to everyone that we were in fact still alive.

“We did it,” I gasped, laughing as Harry and I embraced one another.

Harry, Ron, Hermione and I were walking across the bridge that separated the castle from the outside world, mindlessly kicking the cement that littered from the battle.

“So what will you do with the most powerful wand in the world Harry?” I asked my brother, turning to face him.

I watched in horror as he broke the wand, throwing the pieces over the edge. He did the right thing though...

“Y/n...” Hermione mumbled, pointing at something behind us.

I turned around hesitantly, my heart soaring at the sight in front of me. Draco stood at the other end of the bridge, once he saw me turn he began walking. I took off in a sprint, tears rolling down my cheeks. He jogged the rest of the way, meeting me in the middle as I crashed into his arms. He spun me around, both of us laughing joyously. I pulled back to look into his eyes, a second later his lips were on mine.

Draco held tight with his arms around my lower back, my feet still off the ground. I licked my way into his mouth, challenging his tongue into a dance of passion. I moved one hand to fist it in his hair, tugging it slightly to hear him moan into my mouth. He sat me down gently, pulling away to lean his forehead to mine.

“You came back,” I sniffled, intertwining our hands.

“I’ll always come back for you my love,” he whispered.

“I love you Draco,” I smiled.

“I love you more y/n,” he sighed, pulling me into his embrace once more.

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fangirlwriting-stories · 2 years

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read more anon inspired me to read three minutes less too, and yea. christ, that was good.

there's one scene that i wanna pay extra attention to, which was when janus realized that remus was draining his years (or minutes) on purpose. obviously that's an emotional and shattering scene because of what's going on, but it definitely wouldn't have been as effective if it hadn't been written as well as it was. janus' desperation felt so real and so jarring because we had originally learned to know him as an immortal demon that doesn't care about humans, not because he's malicious, but because human lives simply aren't such a hugely important or impactful thing in his life. until now, when he spends so long with just this one specific human, he's bound to get just a little attached, and absolutely boggled about why he's doing this. which we can see gradually happening, until it reaches its peak in that scene. and i dunno, it just worked really well. and it felt like for a moment the reader got to stand in janus' shoes, i definitely felt like i was realizing remus' intentions in time and in sync with janus, and felt that same shock and bafflement as him. it just worked really well, i really liked that scene.

also, slightly wondering: did you know from the beginning that eventually everyone would survive? because at the point where logan, patton, and virgil found remus, and still when they saved his life, i thought roman was going to stay dead and they couldn't save him. and i was wondering if you were considering making it that way at any point, or was it just me. i mean i in the past have written a longer fanfic (for a different fandom) where i was planning on having a major character die in the end (in a way that contributed to the plot and theme!), but changed my mind because it would just be too sad, and i replaced it with a "fantasy coma" (the character was kinda like a robot, so i don't know how to describe it)

sorry for the long ask lol, i guess your writing just has a tendency to make me think a lot

Oh please never apologize for long asks or comments or anything of the sort, they’re my favorite thing in the world.

I’m so glad you liked that realization scene, because it was one of my favorites to write too. And as to your question, this story was one I went into without a perfectly clear plan at first, and I kind of discovered the story as I went along, so I honestly wasn’t sure whether or not Roman was going to live from the start. I’m glad he did, though, I would have been very sad if I ended up killing him XD

#asks #Story Talk

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sirrriusblack · 4 years

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it’s so funny to me that we’re mutuals even tho i’ve completely switched fandoms, but it makes me really happy 🥺 can i have some of your favorite headcanons for the marauders? 👉🏻👈🏻

honestly i love seeing my mutuals freak about the things they love even if i have no clue what’s happening lol, tis adorable :)) and yesss yes yes, you most certainly can

they have a handshake. it’s complicated as all heck because they’re dorks and they need to make sure no one else can get it but they stayed up all night working on it in first year and they know it off by heart

james is the mum friend and he’s constantly making sure they all eat enough and get enough sleep (he has to go to great lengths to get moony to sleep. lengths that include lots of threatening in regard to moony’s chocolate)

they have a homework system: they go to james for transfiguration and arithmancy, remus for dada, muggle studies and potions, pete for history of magic and herbology and sirius for care of magical creatures, charms, astrology and ancient runes

they all hate divination (although sirius likes to quietly believe in it)

they aren’t the popular group everyone thinks they are, they’re total dorks and hardly anyone outside gryffindor knows them beyond ‘those kids mcgonagall yells at all the time’

they made friendship bracelets in second year and none of them take them off ever

they make bets on everything and everytime something remotely interesting happens you’ll be able to catch the boys slipping coins, chocolate or random things in their pockets to each other (and every now and again someone will show up to class with green hair or the like)

sirius speaks french and remus speaks welsh which means the four of them will curse in the middle of class in one of either languages and get away with it

they go and chat to moaning myrtle sometimes, just to check up on her

they have cuddle piles. a lot.

if one of them can’t sleep for whatever reason, someone will sneak down the kitchens and come back with a shit ton of food and they’ll set up a fort on the floor and eat and talk until they all fall asleep

sirius, remus and pete all completely deck themselves in gryffindor colours when james has a quidditch match

remus somehow gets roped into giving the three of them piggy backs all the time

when they get bored sometimes they’ll just wander down to hagrid’s hut for tea and wait for him if he’s not there

they all equally s u c k at talking to their crushes

none of them except for remus can handle alcohol at all

peter can get them out of any kind of trouble they’re in, or at least get them a lesser punishment

they most certainly hold traits of their animagus form; james will eat grass sometimes, peter prefers just sitting in the dark and in enclosed spaces and sirius is very,, energetic to say the least

only one teacher ever finds the marauders map before filch obviously and that’s professor minerva mcgonagall. she knows better than to trust that it‘s just joke parchment and so she confiscates it for further investigation. she gets in and sees the map. she sees the skill that went into creating that map and decides to give it back, telling them that she couldn’t find anything wrong with it

when they graduate from hogwarts they all get a matching tattoo: messrs moony, wormtail, padfoot and prongs all stacked like a list on their wrists

at first they all move in together in this crappy three bedroom flat yes wolfstar shares a bedroom

in that time they discover james is extremely good at baking, sirius is extremely good at cooking, no one ever taught peter how to do the dishes and remus most definitely took advantage of the house elves at hogwarts and does not clean at all

james moves out, ready to take the next step to move in with lily, and pete decides he wants to live on his own, which leaves sirius and remus all by their lonesome ;)

they still have a weekly movie/game/designated hanging out night, despite always being at each other’s houses throughout the week anyway

they all helped sirius work on his motorbike and by ‘helped’ i mean they all stood around and talked shit while he was doing it

at james and lily’s wedding, remus, pete and sirius were the flower girls. they also managed to convince james to wear a purple suit. marlene was there for damage control though and james made it out looking quite handsome if he did say so himself

when harry was born, he got spoilt rotten by them all

sirius got harry a tiny leather jacket, remus got him a photo album full of photos from the marauders’ years at hogwarts and peter got him the coolest pair of baby shoes one ever did see

i think i am going to have to stop there otherwise i’m afraid this will get sad

but anywho i love my boys so much, they are precious and they most definitely lived forever and ever and did not die early deaths :)

#asks #eheh #thank #marauders headcanons #marauders era #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #peter pettigrew #the marauders #mwpp #:))

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whereisstevethestove · 3 years

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Meet me out by the Bridge.

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Characters: Virgil, Logan, Nico Flores, Roman, Remus

Relationships: Familial Logan &Virgil, Logan x Nico

Additional Tags: suicidal idelation, angst, non graphic suicide attempt mentioned in the past, sad boy logan hours, sad nico flores hours, angst and fluff, angst with a happy ending.

Word Count: 1110

Summary: Logan wouldn’t say he’s suicidal. He just walks out to the bridge and climbs over the wrong side to sit and stare at the stars.

Notes: hey, here’s some angst. @psychedelicships

AO3

Logan wouldn’t say that he’s suicidal. No, he’s never harmed himself unless it was by accident, like that time during Roman’s birthday party when they all went to try to skimboard and he busted his knee open on the board. Sure, he didn’t go get stitches for the injury and now there’s an ugly ropey scar on his knee, but it wasn’t intentional. Yeah, he may skip a meal, but he always makes sure that he’s in a healthy weight range.

So no, Logan wouldn’t say he’s suicidal. He just walks out to the bridge and climbs over the wrong side to sit and stare at the stars.

He thinks that he’d never have the courage to die inside.

The stars are pretty tonight. He looks up, tempting fate, sitting on the wrong side each night it gets rough- it’s only once or twice a week, so he’s fine.

He’s not suicidal.

Right?

Logan knows the signs, he saw them in his little brother, a brother who’s now in therapy and getting better slowly after he threw himself off the dock last february, hoping the fall would kill him.

Spoiler: it didn’t and Roman’s twin had been the one to jump in and save a Virgil who hadn’t even tried to save himself when he hit the ice cold water.

Logan doesn’t even realize that someone is already there when he climbs over nearly a week later.

That is, until he speaks.

“Hello.”

Logan started and almost fell as he saw the other teen. He’s pretty, with wavy dark brown hair and golden eyes, hidden behind his glasses. He’s tan and Logan can’t see much else in the half light, but he likes to think that he had freckles that blended well with his skin.

“Hi.”

The boy gives a half laugh. “Come here to hang?”

Logan notices the rope.

“No. Just to think. Sometimes I think about..” He waves his hands vaguely in front of him and gold eyes gives a bitter laugh.

“Me too. Uh, you can call me Flores if you want.”

Logan looks down at the river below, it’s too shallow to break a fall, and he looks up to meet Flores' gaze. “You can call me Logic.”

Flores nods and seems to whisper the word, as if he’s seeing how it feels in his mouth. “I like that. What brings you out here?”

Logan shrugs.

Flores sighs softly. “It gets loud in my house. Thirteen siblings will do that to a guy.” he twists the rope he’s holding before tossing it over his shoulder, away from him, to the safe side of the railing. “I don’t really get time to think. Or tell my parents about anything.”

Logan looks up again and Flores is smiling at him, but there are tears shimmering in his eyes.

“I know that feeling.”

…

They part ways that night, after climbing back to the right side of the bridge and Flores gives a hug, smelling like carnation and bell pepper as he has Logan promise to not kill himself.

Logan wonders what Flores thinks he smells like. Probably paper and sea, that’s what Virgil had told him one night when he came to sleep with Logan after a particularly bad dream.

He doesn’t see Flores for a week after. Not until he’s on the wrong side of the bridge and a body is climbing over, muttering something in Spanish as he readies a rope.

“Hello.”

Flores drops the rope and his shoulders sag. “Logic.”

“You told me not to do it. Why are you here?”

Flores sits and scoots to sit next to him and they sit in silence for a moment, legs swinging as they watch the river and the stars.

“I don’t know, I wasn’t thinking.” Flores finally says and Logan nods.

“I don’t blame you, thinking is cumbersome at best, a hassle at worst.”

Flores gives him a watery smile. “Yeah.”

Logan rested his hand close to Flores, a silent invitation and a moment later, there’s a warm hand in his and Logan feels the tiniest bit less alone.

“Before you ask, I’m here to think.”

“About what?”

“The stars.” Logan tilts his head back. “They’re all dead.”

“Really?” Flores sounds interested and Logan nods.

“Yeah, so many light years away that by the time we see it, they’ve already died, but we won’t ever see it in our lifetime. I’ve always wanted to go out looking at them. It makes sense you know? Dying with the dead.”

“That sounds poetic.” Flores murmurs.

Maybe.

Maybe it does.

Flores gives him a feather soft kiss on the cheek when they climb back to the safe side and a whispered promise to wait a little longer, to stay alive for a few more days.

Logan doesn’t know what he’s feeling, but maybe it’s hope.

…

They arrive at the bridge at the same time a month later, Logan with nothing but what he’s wearing and Flores with a newer looking rope, which he drops as he runs across the bridge and into Logan’s arms.

“Logic, help.”

Logan holds him tight and runs a hand through Flores’ hair as they both sink to their knees, both shuddering with quiet tears.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” Flores switches to Spanish and even though Logan can’t understand it, he holds Flores close as they rock a bit, just enough, as if to say: I’m here, I’m real, stay for yourself if not anything else.

And Logan whispers it into Flores’ hair.

“Stay darling.”

And Flores just nods.

…

They both go to Logan’s room that night and fall asleep tangled together. It is safer that way, and even when the morning comes and Flores is slipping out Logan’s window, he steals a kiss first, just a quick one on each other’s lips.

He tastes like caramel Logan realizes later.

“Meet me out on the bridge?”

How could he ever say no?

…

It becomes routine to go to the bridge each night and kiss or talk, to simply look at the stars while holding hands.

“You’re the first person that’s understood me in awhile.” Flores says.

Logan just kisses him gently and wraps a hand around the back of Flores’ head in response.

It’s soft, two boys that don’t belong at home, two boys that met when they were gonna end it all.

And it’s not perfect, Logan knows that they both need help, he needs to desperately see someone about his mental health, and Flores too, he needs someone. But as long as they’re there for each other, to pull them from the brink-

Logan will gladly meet Nico on the wrong side of the bridge.

#logan x nico #nico flores #logan sanders #sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides #tw suicidal idealation #tw attempted past suicide #virgil sander #roman sanders #angsts #angst #angst and fluff #angst with a happy? ending

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stormcrawler75 · 4 years

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if it hasn't been done yet (re the bad things happenbingo) could I ask for either amputation or damaged wing(s) with Remus please? I love what you've done with the prompts so far

Warnings: Amputation, hospitals, diseases, talk of surgery.

Characters: Remus, Patton, mentions of Roman, Logan, Virgil, and Janus.

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Hospitals smelt like absolute, sterilized shit.

Remus couldn’t fucking stand hospitals. Just the smell alone made Remus want to stay far away from hospitals for his entire life. Like, Remus got it. The people who worked there saved lives and the world would probably die without them. But Remus really hated hospitals. Maybe the problem was that they didn’t get enough money? Or that usually only shitty things happened at hospitals? Or maybe because of how many times Remus had been in one recently and he had only gotten shitty fucking news?

Whatever. No matter the reason, hospitals were still at the top of Remus’ shit list at the moment.

Plus, the gowns were itchy. Though, that might just be Remus’ opinion. He currently had one tied around in and was lying in a bed, waiting impatiently for the stupid kiddie clock - which was actually pretty cool because it was shaped like an octopus - hung on the opposite wall to hit three o’clock. Remus was so ready for this to be over with so he could go back home. Roman had promised to make whatever he wanted for dinner when Remus came back and Remus was so craving pancakes with cheese sauce.

Remus sighed and glanced over at his Dad, who was sitting next to him and reading a battered old Highlights magazine. “How much longer,” he whined, giving Patton his best pout. “We’ve been waiting here forever!”

“We’ve been waiting here for two hours, Sweetie,” Patton said gently, putting the magazine down on his knee. He glanced at the clock hanging opposite from them. “Well, it looks like you only got about twenty more minutes to go, Hon. Are you nervous?”

The question had been asked so many times by so many people lately that Remus could barely manage a scoff. “Me? Nervous? Nah, not at all! Hey, it’ll be pretty cool, if you think about it!” He forced a gasp and grabbed Patton’s wrist. “Do you think they’ll film it? Could I watch it later!?”

Patton laughed and shook his head fondly. “I don’t think so, Kiddo. But I’ll ask your doctor, okay? But if we do get it then no showing your siblings, okay? Especially don’t let Virgil catch you watching it, he would have nightmares for weeks. He’s already so worried about today.”

Remus’ jaw clenched at the memory of his two-year-old brother sobbing just a few hours ago and trying to cling to Remus’ hand. Virgil hated hospitals just as much as Remus and, unlike Remus, he didn’t have the maturity and wisdom that Remus had to understand why he hated them or remember just how long he had spent there as a baby. “He doesn’t have any reason to worry,” Remus spat, hating the pit of fear that was growing in his gut. “The doctors said that this is the best option for me and even if I’ll have to do therapy and stuff, I should be just fine.”

“Oh, Honey, he’s only a toddler, he doesn’t understand what’s happening,” Patton said gently, taking Remus’ hand and squeezing it. “All he understands is that his big brother is in pain and is going away to a scary place and is going to come back without one of his legs. He’s much too young to know what osteomyelitis is.”

“I’m fourteen and I don’t even fully understand what this stupid disease is,” Remus muttered, crossing his arms. So many people had tried explaining it to him and all Remus fully understood was that some stupid fungi had injected his right leg bone and they had caught it so late that amputation was the only option. “But I know that he shouldn’t be worried. It’ll be fine and he didn’t need to be crying so much. Logan and Roman weren’t crying.”

And, no, Remus wasn’t disappointed that Logan and Roman - old enough to understand what was happening - didn’t cry like Virgil had or looked worried. Not that there was any reason to be worried but it would’ve been nice for them to pretend to be worried!

Patton squeezed his hand again, looking down at him sympathetically. “Trust me, kiddo, they were crying plenty last night. Logan’s been looking up the operation ever since he learnt what you have and Roman is so scared about his twin. They were trying to be strong for you, that’s-”

“But there’s no reason to be worried,” Remus cried, throwing out his arms in frustration. “There isn’t, I’m going to be fine and there’s no reason for anyone to worry!” His eyes were filling with sudden tears and his jaw trembled with the force of keeping them back. “I-I’m gonna come home and annoy everyone a-and t-they don’t need to worry ‘bout me cause I am gonna be f-fine!” He sobbed and pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes, images of all the things that could go wrong flashing through his mind.

Arms wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him forward until he was leaning against his dad’s chest. “Shhh, shhhh, you’re okay, you’re going to be okay,” Patton cooed, rubbing a hand up and down Remus’ back. “You’re gonna be fine, kiddo.”

“They’re gonna take my leg,” Remus sobbed, gripping Patton’s shirt so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. “D-don’t let them take my leg, don’t let them, Papa!”

“Oh, Kiddo,” Patton sighed, resting his cheek on the top of Remus’ head and holding him close. “Sweetheart, I wish I could stop them from taking your leg. If I could, I’d take this infection and put it in my own leg so you wouldn’t have to lose yours. But I can’t, Sweetie, and I’m so sorry. And I know this is very scary but I’ll be right outside the room the entire time. And I’m going to buy you the best prosthetic that money can buy, I promise.”

Remus sniffled and he rubbed at his eyes, looking up at Patton sadly. “O-one with some design?”

Patton gave him a wobbly smile and nodded, kissing Remus’ forehead. “I’ll buy you two. A plain one and one with any design that you want on it. We’ll do it together, okay baby?”

“Okay,” Remus sniffled, leaning back against Patton and closing his eyes. “...How long now?”

“...Two minutes.”

Remus’ breath hitched and he fought back the urge to vomit. It’d be hilarious but then they’d have to wait even longer for this surgery to take place. “I’m scared,” he admitted softly. “I’m so scared, Papa.”

“I’ll be right outside the surgery room and I’ll be right there when you wake up,” Patton promised softly, sounding like he was holding back tears. It made Remus want to dig a hole in the ground and cry. He was making his Papa cry. “And as soon as the Doctors say you’re ready, we’ll go home and see your brothers and Uncle Janus, okay?”

Remus sniffled and nodded, wiping away the tears trailing down his cheeks.”Okay,” he whispered. He let out a shaky breath and forced a smile. “It’ll be okay.”

“Remus?” The two of them turned to see a Doctor and a Nurse waiting for them. “We’re ready for you.”

Remus glanced at Patton nervously and got a confident smile in return. “You’ll be okay,” Patton said, looking so sure that he might as well had been saying that the sky was blue. “I’ll be right next to you when you wake up, okay?”

“Okay,” Remus said softly, turning to the Doctor and Nurse. “I’m ready.”

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ourloveisforthelovely · 3 years

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Secrets

Harry Potter AU

Parings: Regulus Black x Reader

Summary: Your secret relationship with Regulus has fallen apart. He wanted to keep you safe but is failing miserably. Now he has to decide if he wants to give up his family to be with you or walk away from the one person that has shown him love.

Credit: Credit to Maroon Five "Payphone" lyric that is used in Chapter 1 The end of Chapter 1 idea came from Timothee Chalamet in Little Women.

Rating: T

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“Please! You can’t leave me. I need you...more than you’ll ever know! It's my family...if they knew...they would hurt you.”

“I’m sorry, Regulus. You won’t open up to me. We have been together for a year and you won’t...You know what I’m about to say so I won’t say it.”

Regulus’ eyes snapped open. He lay at the foot of his bed totally unsure of how he got there. The one that he was sure of, however, was he wanted to die. He wanted to pay someone to just blow him from the planet. It had been two days...of hell. Two days without seeing your smiling face. There had been no kisses, no secret cuddles, nothing.

You had cut him off. To be fair, Regulus didn’t blame you. After six months, you had finally gotten sick of the secrecy. You had gotten sick of Regulus’ distance.

“Is it so wrong to want to be able to kiss my boyfriend in public? We act like strangers. Don’t you dare say it's to keep me safe from your family either! Man up and tell them no. Be like your brother for once!”

That sentence, when it came out of your pretty little mouth sent Regulus over the edge. He had screamed at you to get away from him. Regulus felt even more ashamed that he called you a lying snake who was in love with his brother.

Y/n doesn’t love Sirius and you know it

His mind added when Regulus tried his best to calm down. It just didn’t happen...and he ruined his shot with the one girl that he actually loved….

(Meanwhile)

If happy ever afters did exist. I would still be holding you like this. All of those fairy tales are full of it. One more stupid love song, I’ll be sick...

You looked down at the line you wrote in your diary. The last thing that you ever wanted to think about was any kind of happy ever after. It was just a bunch of crap. Your heart was still broken over the break up with Regulus. Sure, you had started the whole mess but his icy words ruined any chance of a reconciliation. You didn’t love Sirius...well at least not like that.

“Good morning!”

You looked up with a frown as James came down the stairs with his obnoxiously loud happy attitude that made your head hurt. How your older brother was so chipper every day was beyond you.

“Hi.”

You said, coldly. James had wandered over to Sirius and was trying to get a grin out of his best friend but was failing. Sirius was as annoyed and put out with James as you were in the mornings.

“Why is everyone so grumpy?”

James asked. You shook your head. The last thing that you wanted to do was tell James or Sirius about your relationship failing. Hell, they didn’t even know that you were dating Regulus. There was no point in telling them either. James would just get angry and want to fight. He would probably go after Regulus and shout at him about messing with his family. Regulus, in turn, would lose his shit. As far as Sirius, well, you didn’t know how Sirius would handle it. You had a feeling that it probably wouldn’t end well.

“I have my reasons.”

You muttered as Sirius raised an eyebrow. He had noticed how your normal happy mood had been a lot “less sunny” over the past two days,

“Want to come out with James and me tonight? You seem a bit put out.”

You shook your head; not able to look at Sirius. If you looked at your friend you would see his brother and that opened a whole new can of worms.

“No. I’m just going to stay here and get fat.”

Sirius raised an eyebrow.

“So who is he or was he?”

You shook your head. Haha, you were not about to fall for that one!

“No one.”

Sirius chuckled.

“And I was born yesterday. Look, if you don’t want to tell me....”

“I don’t want to tell you so you don’t have to do anything.”

Sirius’ smile fell. He had always looked at you as his own little sister. Clearly having a younger brother didn’t turn out so well so he decided to try his hand at a sister. James didn’t seem to mind sharing you so Sirius gladly took the challenge.

“I can go kick someone’s ass. All I need is a little info and whoever he is will be a pancake.”

You sighed and put your head in the middle of Sirius’ chest.

“No! No pancakes! Just be good...or your version of good. Can we just drop it?”

Sirius nodded, still looking unconvinced.

“If that’s what you want. You know how to get a hold of me.”

That night, you decided to go out with Sirius and James. After a few drinks, you were feeling much better. Dancing with Remus, you were finally starting to feel like yourself.

“Sirius said you were a little put out earlier.”

Remus shouted over the music. You nodded.

“I was. I’m feeling better now. You know Remus, I don’t think that I am ever going to get married. I don’t think I need a boyfriend. I just need James, Sirius, and you. Screw Regulus.”

Remus stopped as his mouth dropped. Did you just say Regulus? Like the Regulus that he knew? The one that was standing over in the corner downing shot and shot of cheap booze?

“Y/n, did you say Regulus?”

Your hands came to your mouth as Regulus sauntered over clearly drunk.

“Moved on already have you?”

You shook your head.

“What does it matter to you? Maybe I love Remus?”

Remus looked around awkwardly as James and Sirius stopped their drinking fest to watch the scene in front of them.

“You love him?!”

“Yes, I do! He’s one of my best friends and wouldn’t hurt me...like you. I don’t love you anymore! You mean big...child!”

You snapped. Neither of you realized the awkward and confused expressions that you were getting from your friends. James and Sirius clearly had no idea what was going on and poor Remus was scratching his head. You were the last girl that he would have an affair with. You were like blood to him.

“Hope you're happy! You took my heart and stomped on it!”

“You’re a selfish lover!”

You yelled back. Regulus didn’t back down until he threw his drink in the air, its contents landing on some poor witch nearby.

“To Remus Lupin!”

He shouted before staggering out of the bar to go be drunk and miserable somewhere else.

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dxxdlexxdle · 3 years

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Mr. and Mrs. Prongs Love Story Headcanon!

my fav heteros deserve some love tonight. it’s raining currently where i live, and it’s a good night to write some heart-wrenching headcanons, i think!

words: 1,694

warnings: fluff, hints at smut, maybe? pain. eternal fucking suffering cause this fandom kills me. some of the storyline may be fucked my memory is HORRIBLE and i tried to base some scenes off of MsKingBean89’s all the young dudes

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In their first year at Hogwarts, the very first day they had even been inside the castle, actually, James Potter realized something.

The copper haired girl across from him was awfully pretty.

She was disgusted at the way he declared someday they would be married. “WHY would I ever marry you?” She had shouted, moving down the table to the blonde and curly haired witches she had met earlier on the train. James stared at her, doe-eyed. She was perfect.

This did however mean he was the first of the boys to take an interest in girls. By girls I mean, well, just Lily. Sirius Black thought it was awfully funny. “Mate, girls have cooties.” Remus Lupin was too shy to have an opinion. Peter could hardly even tell his own feet apart from left and right, and his lip trembled when he got yelled at, so there was no hope for him.

James took to teasing Lily to try and get his point across. Lily thought it was horrible. Why was he being so horrid if he supposedly fancied her? Why did he even fancy her in the first place? Somebody like her, a witch from non-magic parents, and somebody like him, a pureblood wizard?

It wasn’t until one day in potions she told him just what she thought of him. His tormenting had gone on too long. He had bewitched one of her pigtails to tug on its own from across the room.

“You are foul, James Potter!” She had shouted, resulting in thirty points from Gryffindor. James had just beamed.

James was a smiling mess, really. For starters, she had said his name, out loud, to him. Secondly, her nose scrunched when she was angry.

Anybody would notice a girl’s nose scrunch when she was angry, surely?

In second year, he announced that this would be the year she would want to marry him too. Alas, no luck. If anything, this year, she came prepared with snarky remarks to his teasing. It made him swoon.

In third year, Lily Evans overheard the boys whispering in the common room.

“What are you four planning?” She had asked, plopping down beside her lanky, slightly edgy looking best mate Remus. She avoided James’ eyes.

“Look at this, Mrs. Prongs come to join the party.” Sirius chuckled, and James punched him in the arm.

“Mrs. Prongs..?”

“SIRIUS.” James hissed at his friend who was doubled over.

In fourth year, she had begun to tolerate him. The teasing from Sirius was what did it. James was bad enough, his almost-brother was as relentless as him, but for different reasons.

“Prongs and Lily, sitting in the Whomping Willow, S-N-O-G-“

“Sirius!” Lily and James shouted in unison, equally red.

Fifth year changed them both. This was when Lily realized Remus was a werewolf. She swore secrecy, and promised to tell nobody else, as long as she lived.

James had already known. Once a month he was running in the woods as a stag, pushing his half-wolf friend around playfully with his antlers- or should I say prongs? ;)

In sixth year, Remus Lupin noticed Lily sitting in the stands, watching Gryffindor’s quidditch practice.

“What’s got you here? Marlene isn’t at practice today?”

Lily had turned a shade almost as red as her hair. “Oh Remus, don’t make me say it,” she hissed. Remus was in a fit of giggles.

“You fancy James!”

“Hush!” And she whacked his arm with her textbook.

To be honest with herself, this was not the beginning of how she felt for James. It had been a fluttering feeling in her tummy when she noticed him in the common room a few weeks earlier, sweater sleeves rolled up, reading over the quidditch signups. His messy hair, his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose..

But, anybody would notice the way a boy’s sleeves were rolled up, exposing brown skin and pretty veins, surely?

Lily never knew this, but James had noticed her watching him. He kept the smirk to himself. He felt the flutter too. Ah yes, twitterpated.

Sixth year was also the year they learned how to cast a patronus. A silver doe shot from Lily’s wand on her first try, which elicited squeals from the girls and cheers from the boys. The deer pranced around the room, as if looking for something. As if missing something.

James purposely disrupted the class that day, so he could be sent out. It cost 50 points, but he didn’t care. He knew as soon as he cast the stag that would shoot from his wand everybody would know, and he just couldn’t do that to Evans.

In 1977, when the Marauders and co. went on their camping trip, James and Lily really had only stayed up talking that night, despite the somewhat knowing looks Sirius tried to pass to James in the morning.

It had been late, after Remus had come out, and the other girls crashed in their tent. Sirius had gone down to the beach after him.

“Sirius ought to leave him be, reckon that was difficult to admit..” and James scratched the back of his neck. Lily had turned to him then. Their eyes met.

“Are you joking? They’re both gay, you idiot. They’re very clearly in love. Look at the way Sirius looks at Remus, he looks at him the way I look at you.”

Their kisses had been hot and heavy in the darkness of their tent, but that was it. Kisses the two had waited far too long for.

That night, James admired the girl lying beside him. He pulled out his wand and cast his patronus, and due to the size of the tent the stag was tiny, dancing over their heads. Lily blushed and cast hers. For the first time, the doe wasn’t searching anymore. She had found the stag.

Their relationship was as expected. Letters all summer, Lily even taught her boyfriend how to use a muggle phone. Then, in the autumn, they were all over each other. Holding hands in public, snogging in broom closets,

“You are foul!” Lily had giggled, smacking her boyfriend on the hand as it slipped up her skirt in potions.

“What was that, Princess?” He murmured, and she couldn’t argue with him anymore

James admired her every minute he had the chance. How she looked reading, sleeping, spilling tea down her sweater, and especially how she looked at him with her heavy, fluttering eyelashes.

Because, how could he not admire the prettiest girl in the world when he was on top of her?

After they graduated, they immediately moved in together. Due to the war, Lily promised her muggle parents she would be safer. Although they didn’t understand (or like) the idea of their daughter fighting a war, they let her go with warm goodbyes.

They fought. They attended order meetings. They had lunch with Peter and Sirius and Marlene and Mary and Dorcas when they could. They fretted over Remus’ whereabouts. They paced.

Lily proposed. Well, I suppose James proposed first every damn year at Hogwarts, but she meant it for real that time. They were married by the fall. They invited everybody still alive, and they danced, and they seemed to glow under twinkling fairy lights. They had cast their patronuses again that night, just so the doe and the stag could dance over their heads.

“Reckon they like each other?” James smirked, and Lily just laughed.

When she found out she was pregnant, James slung her over his shoulder and spun around with her, and they laughed. They laughed until they cried because holy shit, we’re having a baby!

He talked to her belly every time he had the chance. “Hello little boy-“

“Could be a girl,” Lily objected, leaning against the headboard, guiding James’ hand with hers over to where the baby was kicking.

“Right. Whatever they are, they’ll kick ass on the quidditch pitch, huh bub?”

In July, with a scream and a cry and a push, a slimy baby was placed on Lily’s chest. She couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe she was here, with this boy who chose her, looking at their beautiful boy. James was right, and he was ecstatic.

“A son! I’ve a son-“ and then he was too choked up.

They taught Harry how to hold his head up, they both tried to get him to say “Mumma” and “Dada.” They took polaroids of his drooly smiles and his giggles. They took pictures of Uncle Moony and Padfoot holding him. They had a picture of Uncle Peter with Harry on his hip, and the pen on the bottom read ‘future chess master ;)’

When they went into hiding, their only real fight was about whether Remus was the spy.

“He’s our friend,” Lily had argued, angrily picking up baby toys from the floor and putting them into the toy bin.

“But he’s a were-“

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” Lily said, tears threatening her waterline. “Remus is a good man. He’s as good as you or Peter, or Sirius. He is our friend. He’s my friend. He would never.”

And although that night they fought, James still told Lily to take the baby and run, because even though they were angry, he’d die before he ever let Voldemort touch her.

“James, wait, I’m sor-“

“You and me, right Lily?” His voice was strained. He almost couldn’t look at her. At the fear in his eyes that reflected in hers- the eyes he had to see every time he looked at his beautiful son. He wanted to run with her, but he knew he couldn’t. “Take Harry and go. It’s him. I’ll hold him off.”

Lily Evans made it upstairs by the time the front door was blown open. Harry had been asleep. She cradled him in her arms, preparing for the blast of the door being opened.

“Harry, Mumma loves you. Dada loves you. Be brave, Harry.”

James Potter died thinking Lily Evans had made it out alive. It wasn’t until the stag saw a familiar silver doe at the edge of the woods, waiting for him, that he knew.

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daroamine · 4 years

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have a loving remus for your soul

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #sanders sides art #intrulogical #done roman #lovey remus #remus in love #i will stay with the remus fandom until i die #remus #remus sanders #ts remus #ts sides remus #logan x remus #remus x logan #ts logan #ts roman

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snowdice · 4 years

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A Twist of Fate {Part 5} (Everything’s Fine Universe) [Dice Roll 13]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Remus & Janus & Patton, Remy & Patton

Characters: Janus, Patton, Remus, Remy

Summary: It wasn’t unheard of for people to gain soulmarks later in life, but it was quite rare. Usually fate was set in stone. Yet, when one’s fated death was prevented, fate had to make some adjustments.

As he fell, Patton may have felt a strange prickling feeling across his skin. He however, was not paying attention to that, far too distracted and confused. All he knew was that by the time he hit the ground, both of his hands were covered with marks. Later when he went home he’d notice even more in other places, but the ones he noticed when he hit the ground were the obvious ones on his hands.

Then, there was Janus. Janus had only one soulmark on his body. At least. He had only one soulmark that hadn’t been burnt off years ago. When he landed on top of Patton, he did not notice the marks that suddenly appeared on his arms and face. Patton did, however, notice two little designs appear on him: one along the side of his nose and the other right below the scaring on the left side of his face. The second was already colored in by the time they hit the ground.

Universe: Soulmate AU and Superhero AU

Genre: The Dice Roll said fluff and it is… but… it’s more fluff and angst, hurt/comfort-ish

Notes: Child abuse, homelessness, malnutrition, acid burns, platonic soulmates, car accidents mentioned, blood mentioned, death mentioned

My Master Post Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Janus woke in a bed and immediately panicked. A million terrified thoughts about why and how he was in a bed rushed through his mind before he even had a chance to peak open his eyes. Yet, then, through the darkness of his thoughts, he felt familiar little feet digging into his back. With a slow breath, he opened his eyes and craned his head around to find Remus smashed into the twin sized bed with him. He gave his head a few seconds to catch back up with his situation.

The bakery man, Patton. Remus had predicted Patton’s death, and Janus had saved him. That action had changed fate so much that Janus and Remus had both gotten new soulmarks. Janus wasn’t even sure how many each of them had gotten; he hadn’t bothered to check yet. However, he did know that one of the soulmarks belonged to Patton.

It was absolutely terrifying. A parental soulmate. If it had been any other type of soulmate, it would have been easier. The problem with a parental soulmate is that if Patton wanted to, he could basically legally keep them. They were both minors with no biological parents left. Very few people would argue the point even if Janus and Remus went in kicking and screaming. Plus, being forced to stay in one place with adults who refused to listen would be a death sentence, and even if it wasn’t, they’d still be trapped. The blue star on Janus’s face was for all intents and purposes a mark of ownership. As someone who had lived in a cage for a few years, it didn’t exactly sit well with him.

But.

But, no matter how dangerous Patton may end up being to them, Janus knew with the state of Remus’s visions, they didn’t have a chance on the outside.

Remus had explained exactly what had happened after they “went to sleep” last night. Janus knew already that large changes in fate could potentially muddy a psychic’s vision for a time, particularly when said change personally affected the one having the visions. They didn’t often have to deal with this fact, as Remus was currently one of the two most powerful psychics in the world, his birth having been prophesied as far as hundreds of years ago (bar some important details), and as such small changes didn’t mess with his powers as much as they did other psychics’. However, there had been two instances where his abilities had dampened to a noticeable degree.

The first time had been when he’d helped Janus escape Halo Mark, though he’d still gotten enough feedback to keep them from getting recaptured. That instance had also corresponded to Remus and Janus getting new soulmarks, though each of them had only gotten one that time: the sibling ones for each other.

The second time had been at a seemingly random time. He and Janus had been on the run together for around six months when his visions had suddenly dimmed considerably to both of their distress. Remus had no idea what had caused it but had noticed a change in the landscape of the future when his visions returned the next day. He theorized that it must have been a good change as he couldn’t see many new events, just the absences of some. Remus could only see bad future and past events, so him not getting an influx of new things, probably was a net positive for the world. His best guess was that whatever the change was, it must have caused the sudden and inexplicable erasure of the death of the superhero Moxie Man that had been fated to occur in over two decades.

However, this circumstance was not quite like those two other times, because this time Remus could see nothing at all. Fate was apparently still in flux after Patton’s life was saved. Until it settled, Remus would have no more idea what the future held than Janus. This was a problem considering that Janus and Remus as 12 and 9-year-olds living on the streets and at least one of whom was still being doggedly tracked by Halo Mark, routinely almost died every day. Remus’s visions were what guided them to food and shelter and away from murders and people who would put them back in cages.

Which meant Patton, with his willingness to provide food and shelter and not murder them on the spot for the time being was a known risk and better than the possible alternatives. They may very well still end up in cages or dead, but it was the only chance they had.

So, Janus had let Patton take them back to his house and feed them dinner. He’d accepted the clean clothes and the shower. The only protest that had left his lips had been when Patton suggested they sleep in the closed off basement citing the fact that there was a queen sized bed down there, and if Janus and Remus refused to be in different rooms for the night, it would be more comfortable. Instead, they’d ended up sleeping in what Patton said had been his childhood bedroom, full of posters and pastel colors.

Janus had not wanted to submit to sleep the night before, but his body had been exhausted, so he had ended up asleep after a few hours. At least nothing had happened during the night. He was still okay. Remus was with him, and he could see sunlight peaking through the curtains on the window. He was running on the hope that Patton would keep up the nice act at least long enough for Remus to get his visions back. Though, he was unsure what would happen if Janus and Remus tried to leave.

Janus’s thoughts were brought back to the present when Remus started doing his typical morning squirming. He’d be up in a few minutes. A hand flopped over Janus’s chest and he mumbled something before his feet climbed up Janus’s back. Janus winced as they kicked the back of his neck lightly. The boy’s upper half wiggled and then flopped part way over Janus as his feet continued to kick a pattern into the air. He let out a soft humming sound and eventually his body poured completely over Janus, so he landed in a heap on the other side. He then continued to wiggle.

Janus reached out to grab one of his flailing hands, and after a moment, he calmed down a bit. His eyes flickered open. “Janus?” he asked.

“Mmm.”

He reached out to pat Janus’s cheeks a couple of times. “I’m’wake.”

“I can see that.”

“Go’ ‘orning.”

“Good morning, Remus.”

There were a couple more moments of sleepy calm. Then, Remus woke up the rest of the way.

He popped up onto his knees on the bed, jostling Janus a bit. His eyes widened when he noticed how bouncy his sleeping surface was, and he bounced a couple of times. “I smell food!” he declared, still bouncing as he said it. “Do you think it’s good food? It smells like bacon. Will Patton burn the house down? I can’t see if he will or not. He cooked good spaghetti last night. Is that easy to cook? Is he a good cook? Will it taste good? Will it just be bacon? That would just be protein and fat. Does he know that? Did you know you can get malnourished if you don’t eat enough carbs even if you’re eating enough calories? You can die from it! Should we go down for breakfast or wait until he comes and gets us? Will he be mad if we pick wrong? Will he never come up to see us if we don’t go down and then we’ll starve to death? Where are my clothes? This shirt’s too big, but it’s really soft. It smells like lavender. Is that his detergent? Did you know eating one of the laundry pods can make you die? I wonder if he uses the laundry pods or the liquid stuff. If I lick my shirt and there is detergent on it, will I die? He washed my usual clothes yesterday after I changed. Will they smell like lavender too? I should check!” With that, Remus bounced out of bed to go grab his clothes.

Janus followed him out of bed. Patton had washed the clothes they’d arrived in, and they were probably now cleaner than they’d been since they’d gotten them. Remus continued to chatter as they dressed about nothing in particular. He seemed rather content in this new environment even while Janus was in constant worry. Of course, he usually relied on his visions to tell him if something was bad and may just instinctually be assuming if he wasn’t seeing anything, everything was fine, so Janus wasn’t sure if he should completely trust the boy’s perspective.

Once they were both dressed, they headed downstairs hand in hand.

“Hi boys,” Patton said when they arrived at the bottom of the steps. He was in the kitchen, but had angled himself, so he had a view of the stairs. Janus wasn’t sure if that was to make sure they didn’t make a break for it or just him being eager to greet them when they woke. “Want something to eat?” He seemed to already understand the power of food, and Janus wondered if that would be used against them soon.

“Yeah!” Remus said with no hesitation, perking up. For someone who only ever saw the worst of humanity, he had been strangely trusting when it came to Patton. His eagerness made Janus bristle a bit.

“Why don’t you come wash your hands and sit. I’m almost done.”

“Do I gotta?” Remus whined.

“Wash your hands?” Patton asked.

“Yeah, I took a shower just last night! I’m clean!”

Janus almost rolled his eyes at that assumption but was too preoccupied with watching Patton’s expression. Patton was frowning slightly, and Janus found himself waiting for his reaction with bated breath. Clearly, he wanted to say yes, Remus had to wash his hands, but if they pushed him would he deny Remus food over it?

Patton dithered. “I would prefer that you did so,” he said slowly after a moment, “as it is a good habit to have. Not washing your hands before you eat can make you sick since you might be getting germs into your mouth. That being said, I can’t make you do anything.”

“Yay!” Remus cheered.

“Go wash your hands, Remus,” Janus instructed firmly before he ran away with the idea.

“Aw,” he pouted, but listened. He wandered off to do as Janus asked, and Janus and Patton briefly met eyes before Janus turned to follow him. Remus had tucked his tongue between his teeth as he stood on his tiptoes to turn the water on. He wouldn’t be able to reach the soap where it was, so Janus reached forward and handed it to him. Janus’s reward for his good dead was a face full of bubbles once Remus got it into a lather. Janus sighed.

Once Remus’s hands were clean, instead of going to the table, he padded off to stand next to Patton as the man finished cooking the eggs. They immediately struck up a conversation about bugs Remus had seen in the last month. Meanwhile, Janus quickly rinsed his face of bubbles before washing and drying his hands himself.

“And then if flew away!” Remus was saying when Janus turned back.

“Aw,” Patton said, “that’s sad, but I bet he had some stuff to do.”

“It got eaten by a bird two days later!”

“O-oh,” Patton said, but shook off his surprise a moment later. “I think my mom had some books about local bugs in the office. Maybe we can figure out what type he was.”

“Really?!” Remus said, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“Sure,” Patton agreed.

“Ooo, do you have any books on octopuses?!” he asked. “I love octopuses!”

“I’m not sure,” Patton replied, “but we can look, or I can get you one from the library.”

“Oh, and Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaapanese beetles… are also pretty cool. Anyway, can we get a book about snakes for Evan.”

“Of course,” Patton said kindly as Janus resisted slamming his head against the counter. “Would one of you mind getting the grape juice out of the refrigerator, please.”

“Okay!” Remus agreed, skipping over to the fridge. Patton watched him go with a slight smile on his face that made Janus want to squirm with something. He couldn’t tell if it was a bad something or not, but it was definitely a something. Patton turned a bit to glance at Janus and quirked his lips up a bit more when he saw him watching. He returned his attention to the stove after a moment and poured the eggs into a prepared bowl. Then, he brought that along with a plate of bacon and toast to the table. He’d already cut up an orange for each of them and set it at every plate.

“He knows about scurvy,” Remus said, nodding in approval upon seeing it.

Patton let out a surprised laugh. “I do,” he said. “Do you like oranges?”

“Fruits are yucky, but it’s better than your body slow breaking down and swallowing a bunch of blood because your gums won’t stop bleeding,” Remus said, grabbing a piece of orange and stuffing it in his mouth.

“I… guess that’s right,” Patton said. “Maybe we can find a source of vitamin C that tastes better to you.”

“I don’t like broccoli!” he proclaimed.

“I’ll make a note of that,” Patton replied, amused. “Would you like me to get you some eggs?”

“Uh huh!”

Patton scooped out some eggs for him and hesitated with Janus before Janus held out his hand to take the bowl from him. He then offered the plate of bacon and toast around the table. “How did you two sleep?” Patton asked.

“Really good!” Remus answered. “I like beds!” Patton grimaced a bit, but Remus didn’t notice, too busy happily making himself an egg and bacon sandwich.

“And you, Evan?”

“Fine,” Janus replied, taking a bite of eggs. He blinked down at the eggs. Janus had made eggs on occasion while on the run, but there was something different about the eggs Patton made. They were a lot fluffier, and they tasted a lot better. In fact, the bacon and even the toast tasted better, though that may have just been that it was fresh bread instead of the day-old stuff they usually got. Plus, there was a lot of food, in fact, he was pretty sure Patton had no idea how much three people could eat in one go, because it seemed like he’d made enough for six. Janus stopped eating when he was full, and it was an odd experience to have two consecutive full meals. He felt a bit tired even though he’d only just woken up.

He felt himself mentally drift a bit as Remus and Patton continued eating. They were much slower since Remus kept rambling, and Patton kept trying to politely pay attention to what he was talking about. This was nice, he supposed. It was almost scary how easily he could feel himself settle around Patton. He couldn’t get attached or used to this. They’d have to leave eventually, he reminded himself harshly.

His attention was brought back to the conversation when Remus just about flipped his plate off the table with the way he threw his arms around. “Chocolate!” he exclaimed.

Janus looked over to see if that display of recklessness would make Patton mad, but it seemed to be the opposite. He seemed to enjoy Remus’s enthusiasm. “Chocolate chip or chocolate cookies?” he asked.

“Both!” Remus demanded.

“Double chocolate cookies then,” Patton said.

“Yay!”

Patton turned to Janus. “Would you like to help us make them?”

Janus nodded. “Sure,” he agreed, surmising they were talking about baking cookies.

“Great!” Patton said. “Can you help me clear the table?”

“If it means faster to cookies, yes!” Remus said, getting up and grabbing his plate and glass.

Janus grabbed his own plate with less enthusiasm and took it over towards the sink. Patton washed the dishes while he directed them around the room to gather different supplies for the cookie making.

Patton had just put the last dish on the drying rack and was drying his hands when the doorbell rang.

Janus immediately panicked because Patton could 100% have called the cops on them before they’d woken up. Patton seemed to sense his panic. “It’s just Remy!” Patton said. “Who… you don’t know. He’s a friend. A soul-friend. I totally forgot he was coming over today after his exam. I’ll ask him to leave.” He darted towards his front door.

Janus leaned over towards Remus. “Be ready to run just in case.”

Remus nodded solemnly even if he looked a bit sad, probably because he wouldn’t be able to make cookies if they had to bolt. Then, Janus followed after Patton on silent feet.

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awesamkiller · 3 years

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Your Skin and Bones

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Characters: Logan (focus) All (secondary)

Romantic Ships: None!

Platonic Ships: All are good friends!

Inspiration Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pQPirlS_L1U

Content Warnings / Triggers: Doctor Who (?), isolation issues, general angst.

Happy Birthday, Logan!

You can only watch Sherlock so many times.

And that’s many,

many,

MANY times, but still.

Eventually, you have to at least try a new series, or in this case, an old series. After the last main episode, and an Asides that completely lacked him among most of the others, he decided to spend his birthday alone. It’s evident that they can solve problems in their own way. His birthday was his day, and he wouldn’t spend it acting overly bubbly like everyone else does on their birthdays. Anyways, usually Patton had ‘woken him up’ (read: jumped on him screaming HAPPY BIRTHDAY!) around 5 to 6am on his birthdays. He didn’t this time.

He started Doctor Who.

He liked it a lot, in the end! He really, really enjoyed it, actually, more than he thought he would have. He’d woken at 6am to try and fit a lot in, and he was more than happy he did. It was enamouring. Atop of that, Logan had even allowed himself to summon a small little side-plate that held a few cream puffs. They might not be handmade like what they all usually had on their birthdays, but it was a treat, one that he would pass up on any normal day. Occasionally, he’d find his focused mind drift like it had been pulled from its obsession by something important, but it never really registered what was occurring. It was auditory, likely, from the way his ears itched. Maybe it was just a weird frequency the Tv put out. It was pretty old, to be fair. That or he’s developing a ringing in his ears.

Then his body started to feel a tad odd, likely because he’d been sitting for so long. His legs must have been long numb by then, in his unicorn onesie. He’d been sat for around four hours already, it was already ten. As he got up for a quick stretch of his legs around his room, the fact he was quite alone did start to set in. They’d usually watch Sherlock on his birthday, all lumped up on the sofa like a pile of colourful sausages in onesies. One year, Roman slipped when he got up for drinks and put his head right through the TV, effectively putting an end to the on-screen gold that Logan so loved. It was rather funny, in hindsight.

The feeling didn’t die though, and he finally put his finger on it. He was being summoned. He was still in his onesie, he had the bedhead of the century and he’s being yanked upstairs to help with what he presumed was a problem, considering they’d forgotten his birthday for at least four hours so far. So he resisted, sitting back down with a much more uncomfortable expression as more people were tugging, until everyone was! He half-considered letting it go and letting himself rise up, before everyone, simultaneously, died off.

He supposed he wasn’t that needed after all. Entirely unsurprising.

He had about another episodes worth of peace before he was once again disturbed. Knock-Knock-Knock! Logan blocked it out.

Knock-Knock-Knock-Knock!

Logan didn’t even bat an eye.

Knock-Knock-Knock!

BANG!

Even Logan would have to acknowledge that, as it could hardly be considered a knock at all. More a bludgeon to his door. But that didn’t convince him to open it, no, quite the opposite, he daren’t approach it. What could cause such an urgency for presence of Logic?

BANG! BANG! BA- “Logan! Are you okay in here Kiddo?!”

Patton’s voice, distinctly followed by Remus’ gravelly and sharp, “Get your head out the door-hole, I almost bashed in your skull, Daddy!” Logan didn’t even have to hear the voices to know who they were. Remus was the only person in the entire mindscape to willingly call someone daddy, and Patton, the only one to call someone kiddo. With a few more bashes to his locked door, Remus’s final and un-needed whack, as he could have totally stuck his hand in earlier and unlocked it from the inside, sent him stumbling into Logan’s room from the weight behind his Morningstar.

“...Morning?” What else do you say when two people beat down your door at ten am?

“Oh! You’re okay! I thought you were upset!” Patton rushed over, cupping Logans’ cheeks like an over-protective mother hen clucking and cooing over a chick. He really did live up to the dad title.

“Why on earth would I be upset?”

“You skipped the morning of your own birthday party, nerd!” Remus informed, not in the most helpful of manners, “And you’re not even in your birthday suit, how disappointing!”

Logan rolled his eyes at that one, shrugging the dad-like side off. “You didn’t come knock. I figured to stay out of the way if you forgot, you know?” He spoke, calm and at peace apparently, with the fact his friends would simply forget his birthday.

“No-no-no-no-no! I didn’t wake you up early because when when I do you always grumble about being sleepy, so I let you sleep in this year!” Patton waved his hands. Logan burned red all the way to his ears at the miscommunication and the... ‘saltiness’, that he had let occur.

They might not always see eye to eye, but still, they’re family.

“Oh... Patton I’m so sorry.” Logan responded gently, “I didn’t mean to ruin your pla-”

“Nothing’s ruined!” Patton interjected, in a panic, “You gave us well needed time to set up actually, please come out now...?”

Logan looked at the Tv. At his bed. At his clothes, at his hair in the mirror, which Patton promptly attacked with a brush. Soon enough he was in his usual clothes and being whisked out the door. Sorry, Jodie Whittaker, you’ll have to wait. Doctor Who’s postponed.

The kitchen looked empty, as did the living room. That was until Virgil slid out from under the table, Roman half-stepped-half-fell from behind the TV, and Janus with his six stretchy arms lowered himself from the ceiling with loud, unified, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”s. As soon as Roman was successfully retrieved from behind the TV stand and everyone was ready, there were gifts to give.

All of them were sweet, more thoughtful than other years. A blue tie with a lighter blue confetti pattern. A big, big blanket with accurate constellations, all knitted. A book on greek and roman mythos, an interesting set of chemicals and equipment, and a seemingly amateur but sturdy handmade teddy bear, one of the button eyes replaced with an X stitch because the gifter evidently couldn’t retrieve a second button. Soon after, cake was served. It was nothing much, Logan despises fondant and royal icing, so it’s a plain chocolate cake with buttercream and a piped-on white chocolate ‘happy birthday, specs!’ over the top.

Soon, they settled on the sofa, and Janus began to fumble through the box of DVD’s, ‘hmm, sherlock, sherlock, where do you put that one-’ before Logan stopped him. “I have a different show to watch, don’t worry about it.” The man smiled, softly, as the others wondered curiously what could have caught the fanatics new interest.

...Yeah, after watching the first few episodes of David Tennants run, it made sense to them much more than it did before.

Yeah, maybe he had to restart all the way from the beginning again, but that was fine! It was time. Time with his family.

His FamILY.

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