(This was supposed to be a '10K word story tops. Hahahaha it's gonna be at least 30K, I can already see that.)
“Do you have other brothers I don’t know about? Yes. That Regulus. He was concerned about you.” James inches closer, the rough bark of the trunk he's sitting on catching his robe as he moves and causing the material to rustle.
“That little snake. He was taking the piss. Or our mother put him up to it.” Sirius doesn’t spit, but his voice is so full of venom that there’s hardly any difference.
James shrugs. “Dunno. He seemed genuinely worried. Well, as genuine as he gets, I guess. Doesn’t matter.” He didn’t come here to discuss Regulus and his many wrongdoings, so he goes straight to the heart of the matter. “Why are you moping here all alone?”
Why didn’t you reach out? Do you not trust me anymore to hold you like you matter, like your secrets are fragile glass I clutch to my chest until the sharp edges slice my heart open, and our blood mixes together?
It’s Sirius’ turn to shrug, but he also slides closer with the motion. “Not moping. Thinking.”
Their arms are brushing now, and how long will James be able to resist the temptation to kiss Sirius’ trouble, whatever it is, away? How long before he hauls him into an embrace that will obliterate the rest of James’ self-control? Or rather, the excuses he calls ‘self-control.’ How long can he pretend none of these acts, the heated touches, the press of mouths, the lips fused to tender skin, are a service to a friend, provided out of the goodness of his heart? How long before he admits to himself, to Sirius, to anyone, that he’s a selfish bastard whose ultimate goal isn’t to help his friend but to satisfy that gaping need that opened after one kiss shared in the dark?
A kiss that, if he’s honest, has been years in the making?
How long before he faces the truth of it all, that he wants more, more from Sirius, more, closer, tighter, harder, just more, more of his touch and attention and devotion and time.
This was (IS) supposed to be a tragic scene. Yuji is about to collapse, and Megumi knows he can't do anything but watch. Yet, they're both smiling, because they're able to say goodbye and see each other one last time
I know that this fanart is from when Inej's gets stabbed.
But you know what? I see this as: When they're both older a healed. Inej comes back to Ketterdam like always and it's sunset (obviously) And they are the only two on The Wraith and then Kaz proposes to her and all, they have their sweet moment.
"I'd crawl for you" is absolutely heart-wrenching when you think about the fact crawling is associated with being weak, pathetic, and even coward and all Kaz has ever want in this life was to be seen as strong, unbreakable, and untouchable but none of that seems to ever matter to him anymore if comes to a choice between his reputation and Inej
I've been writing and reading fanfics where Nico is so madly in love with Will, enchanted, desperate for his boyfriend, and is so strange to see people's reactions to TSATS, things like "omg, Nico is showing emotions!" or "Nico loves Will *surprised noises*" because...
Yeah, that's Nico. He is in love. He's dumb for his boyfriend. THAT BOY INVENTED LOVE JUST FOR HIS CURLY HAIR BOYFRIEND. his perfect gorgeous lovely boyfriend and he shouldn't be kissing him all the time? Hugging him? Holding his beautiful hands and never let it go?