#Prompt 3

[alphieshplife]

Heather - @moonwater-microfic - wc: 679 - slight nsfw

Heather represents admiration

There are some things in Remus’s life that are undeniably, inarguably true.

Remus Lupin is a wizard. That is true.

Remus Lupin transforms into a terrible beast every 29 days. That is true.

Remus Lupin is irrevocably in love with his best friend’s younger brother. That is true.

The day he realizes he loves Regulus Black, it doesn’t come as a surprise. Of course, I love him, he thinks. What isn’t there to love?

Remus loves Regulus’s sense of humor. It’s dry and witty and sends everyone around him into fits of laughter, even as he himself keeps a straight face. Remus loves making Regulus laugh. It’s a rare but beautiful sound, light and fleeting. And he loves the smile that accompanies it. Thin lips stretched wide, displaying perfectly straight, perfectly white teeth.

Remus loves Regulus’s eyes, so light that they’re almost grey. He loves the way they shine silver when he gets teary-eyed—a sight Remus has only seen twice. He loves how they glimmer when he looks at Remus.

Remus loves Regulus’s hair. He loves how his black curls frame his delicate face and how he tucks a strand behind his hair when he gets excited or nervous. He loves to run his hand through it, separating the knots, or grabbing it tightly to pull their lips together.

Remus loves Regulus’s brain. Always ten steps ahead of everyone around him, he could solve any problem set before him. He excels in classes, but more than that, he just is smart. He seems to know everything about everything, and every time he gets started on a new topic, all Remus can do is stare in awe as he listens.

Remus loves Regulus’s lips. He loves the way they feel against his own, soft and pliant, opening and inviting him to explore his mouth when they kiss. He loves the way Regulus’s lower lip feels between his teeth when he sucks it between his own.

Remus loves Regulus’s body. He can’t get enough of the way Regulus’s smooth, cold skin feels against his own or the overwhelming heat when he sinks into him. He may truly be addicted to the way his thumbs fit into the dip by his hipbones and the way his thighs shake and his back arches when he finally goes over the edge.

Remus loves Regulus’s gentleness. It’s a trait that gets hidden away, one that even his closest friends barely get to see. But Remus sees it. Remus sees it every 29 days, after he’s lived through yet another terrible transformation, left weak and pathetic. He sees it in the way Regulus cares for him, making sure he eats enough and sleeps enough. He holds Remus in his arms and whispers soothing words and smooths his hair out of his face.

Remus loves Regulus’s excitement. It’s another trait that he likes to hide behind his mask of indifference, but you don’t love someone the way Regulus loves Remus without showing the brightest parts of yourself. He gets excited about very specific things: potions, magical theory, and a Muggle fantasy book series Remus had introduced him to back when they were just friends. He was absolutely adorable when he got excited—a huge grin on his face and bouncing on the balls of his feet like a child. It’s the most carefree Remus ever gets to see him, and he wouldn’t trade those moments for anything.

Remus loves Regulus’s darkness. He loves every part of his boyfriend, and not just the bright, happy parts. And not despite the dark parts. The terrible family that had raised him and the bigoted ideals he’s still trying to unlearn and the intense bouts of anxiety and sorrow he experiences are all a part of who he is, and Remus loves all of it.

Remus loves Regulus. He loves him with the very core of himself. With every part of him that makes him Remus, he loves every part of his boyfriend that makes him Regulus. And maybe, just maybe, one day he’ll be brave enough to tell him.

[prompts-and-plunnies]

[Prompt 3] Character A: Shit, you're covered in blood-" Character B: Nah, it's cool, it's not mine :). Character A: Oh, thank god. Character A: ... Character B: :) Character A: Wait, what-?

[steddie-island]

Nothin' but the kitchen sink

@steddielovemonth day 3: Love is wanting to do everything with someone, even if its nothing special Rating: G | WC: 621 | Tags: Established relationship, they're domestic, post upside-down, fluff Find the full list of tags on ao3.

Everything clicked into place while Eddie was halfway through drying one of Joyce’s plates. He stopped what he was doing, his fingers tightening around the ceramic. “Steve?” “Hmm?” Steve glanced over. He had bright pink dishwashing gloves pulled up to his elbows, and there was a sudsy cup held in one hand. At the look on Eddie’s face his brow furrowed. “Hey– are you okay?” “Yeah! Yeah.” Eddie put the plate down, then turned to face the man in the ridiculously adorable polo. “I’m great, actually. I just had a realization.” At the questioning look directed his way he reached out to touch Steve’s arm. “I love you.” “Eddie.” Steve grinned and dunked the cup back into the water. “Honey, you said that when we woke up this morning, when I brought you coffee, remember?” “No, I know–” He’d said it a hundred times after the last battle with Vecna, when everyone had come out alive but a lot worse for wear. He’d said it a hundred more times the first time they’d made love, when they’d held each other for hours, like their lives depended on it. He’d said it a thousand times since then, too. Every morning when they woke up together, every night when they crawled back into bed. Even if they were both too exhausted for sex, there were always a dozen ‘I love yous’ sprinkled between them beneath the sheets. “But… I really, really love you. It just hit me.” 

He could hear everyone laughing around the TV in the living room, knew that was the more fun place to be, but that wasn’t where he’d wanted to be. 

Steve had stood up after dinner and volunteered to do the dishes, and Eddie had immediately stood up and offered to help. “You don’t have to.” Steve knew that Eddie hated doing the dishes. If he touched something in the water, no matter how innocuous it was, he got squirmy and ended up gagging so hard that someone else usually had to take over. “I want to, though.” And he’d meant it. That was the thing that kept getting him, he really did want to help. Not because he’d suddenly learned to love doing the chores or anything. 

Their family was laughing and joking in the other room, and yet Eddie wanted to be here, right here, with Steve. Because he loved him. And because Steve loved him, too, he’d smiled, shot Eddie a wink, and said, “I’ll wash, you dry.”  Steve’s heart swelled as he listened to Eddie explain it all to him, too. There was such a serious look on his face, a look he didn’t get often. Steve wanted to kiss the corner of his mouth and make it curve into a smile instead of the frown he was already sporting. “You love me so much, you want to do dishes with me?” Eddie nodded, pulled Steve’s arm the rest of the way out of the water so he could tug that bright pink glove off. “I do. I love you so much…” His other hand came up to cup Steve’s cheek. “I love you so much that I want to do dishes with you for the rest of my life.” Steve’s face split into a grin, and he leaned in to press a tender kiss to Eddie’s lips. “I want to do dishes with you for the rest of my life, too, Eds.”  

Eddie beamed, leaned in to steal another kiss, and then went back to rinsing and drying the dishes. “Do you love me enough to always do the washing part?” he teased after a few moments of comfortable quiet. 

“Yeah, Eds. I love you enough to always do the washing part.” 

[moonlight0934]

Wrongfully Arrested

Atsushi and Akutagawa walk down the sidewalk together, not trying to kill each other for once. Instead just walking to a mission like normal partners.

“What did Dazai tell you about this mission?” Akutagawa asks, sounding tense.

“Not a whole lot. He said that it was really important that we catch the ability user. Said that they have a hallucination type ability, but he didn’t give me anything else. Why?”

“The only thing he said to me was that he wasn’t asking me to kill an ally of the mafia. As vague as he normally is, it’s not usually this bad. Something feels wrong, but he hung up before I could ask any questions.”

“If it felt wrong, why did you even come?”

“That is a stupid question, Jinko. You know why I’m here.”

“Yeah, I guess I do. Anyway, what’s our game plan? If they have an illusion ability, then anything can be fake as soon as we get into range. I don’t know how large that is, but how do we go about that?”

“Easy, I cut the air right before actually hitting the target. Rashomon cuts abilities, so that close, it should disappear. If not, I can just go for a non-lethal cut. A small one just to make sure that whatever it is is real.”

“Like a paper cut? Do you have the precision for that?”

“Yes, of course I do, you fool.”

“Stop being so persnickety. I was just making sure. I don’t want you to accidentally take off any of my limbs again.”

“Oh, believe me, if I do that, it’s on purpose.”

“You are so mean for literally no reason.”

Akutagawa smirks, showing off his teeth.

“Yeah, no reason at all.”

Atsushi makes a face.

“Please never smile like that again.”

“Can you please shut up?”

“Aw, you asked so politely.”

Akutagawa glares at him as they come up on the district that Dazai said their perp would be hiding in. Atsushi’s phone rings, causing him to pause.

“Do you want me to stop?” Akutagawa asks.

He glances at his phone.

“Nah, you can keep going. It’s Dazai, so I shouldn’t be long. Text me if you find him, but don’t engage by yourself.”

Akutagawa nods, tucking his hands in his pockets as he continues on.

Atsushi answers his phone with a cheerful, “Hey, Dazai, what’s up?”

“Are you with Akutagawa, or did you send him on without you?”

“I sent him forward. Do you need me to get him?”

“No, I wanted him gone. I needed to talk to you alone.”

“What did you want to talk about?”

“The perp. I wanted to tell you a little bit more.”

“Why wouldn’t Akutagawa be here for that?”

A weird suspicious feeling starts to take root the longer the conversation goes on. He looks around to see if Akutagawa is still in view, but he’s not.

“I just think that Akutagawa wouldn’t be able to be impartial.”

“Impartial?”

“Yes, I know that he hasn’t killed anyone because of your deal. However, I don’t trust his temper to hold forever.”

“What did this guy do? Can you get the point already? I have to get going.”

“Right, I can do that. He attacked an orphanage in a specific town. Got them to kill each other. That happens to be where Akutagawa grew up before I took him in. That’s why I don’t trust him. He can be very rash.”

“You think he’d really care about that? Anyone he knew wouldn’t be there anymore. He doesn’t seem like the sentimental value type.”

“I know, but he can be. I’ve known him a long time. Trust me on this. I’m only letting you know in case he figures out. Just to make sure that you’re ready in case he attacks you too.”

“Are you stalling?”

“No, but you should be prepared.”

Atsushi hangs up before Dazai can convince him to stay on the phone. He runs in the direction that Akutagawa walked in.

“Akutagawa!” he yells, even though he knows that there could be dangerous people lurking around.

Then he sees them, a group of police men outside of a nearby building. He runs over, trying to see what’s happening.

“Who are you?” one of them demands.

“I work with the Armed Detective Agency. What’s happening over here?”

“We just arrested one of the members of the Port Mafia. He was here to kill someone. We were too late to save them, but we were able to apprehend him with few injuries. Were you sent down on the same mission?”

“No, I was down here looking for a different perp . They weren’t part of the mafia.”

“Do you need help?”

“No, I don’t think he’ll have stuck around after this. I’ll just call my superior.”

The officer nods, and Atsushi rushes off to the side to call Dazai.

“What is wrong with you?!” he demands in a hushed whisper.

“I have a reason.”

“What do you mean? You led him to get arrested! Did he even actually kill the guy?”

“I can’t tell you anything, Atsushi.”

“Don’t give me that bullshit. This is not fair.”

“Life isn’t fair, and this is how things had to happen. I had to handle it this way. You’ll understand someday.”

“How long are you going to leave him there?”

“Oh, I’m not getting him out at all. I’ll leave that to someone else. The reason why this had to happen in the first place.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I’m going to do something about this if I have the power.”

“You don’t. Don’t start making trouble where you don’t have any. Leave him alone, and stay out of this.”

“No. I’m not doing that. He’s my partner. That’s your doing too.”

Atsushi hangs up, but most of the police have already left. So, he heads to the nearest police station. He shows them his ID and asks if they had processed any criminals in the last half hour. The man at the front desk looks at his ID closely before proudly telling him that they caught one of the Port Mafia’s top enforcers. They even had fingerprint and DNA evidence pinning him to the murder.

“I want to talk to him.”

“He’s not talking to anyone. We already tried.”

“I don’t care. He’ll talk to me.”

“If you say so. He’s still in the interrogation room anyway.”

He leads Atsushi to the interrogation room where Akutagawa is sitting. Akutagawa has his arms folded, leaning back in his chair with a bored look.

“Akutagawa.”

He frowns deeper as he turns to look at Atsushi.

“What do you want, Jinko?”

“I’m not sure yet. What happened?”

“I showed up at the warehouse that the perp was allegedly last seen at, and there was a body instead. Then the police arrived, and said that I murdered him. I assume that Dazai set me up. They said that they had fingerprints and DNA though I hadn’t touched anything yet. Also, the man was torn up, which I certainly could have done. Not that I leave fingerprints, cause this isn’t amateur hour.”

“Yeah, I talked to him. Why didn’t you just leave?”

“Cause the police were already there, and they were there in droves. I couldn’t just leave without killing at least half a dozen people.”

Atsushi drops back against his chair, his brain fuzzing out for a moment.

“He used me to get you arrested.”

Akutagawa laughs mirthlessly.

“First time? He’ll use you till there’s nothing left of you, or until you die. Both in my case.”

Atsushi looks up to see Akutagawa’s eyes cast downward. They’re dark, his jaw set, and his body tense.

“I’ll figure this out.”

“No you won’t. Not if he doesn’t want you to.”

“There has to be something I can do.”

Akutagawa doesn’t respond, doesn’t even look at him. Atsushi stands up, rushing back out of the room. He can’t take Akutagawa’s silence anymore, can’t take his lack of anger, and his acceptance of the situation. He barely gets outside before he’s throwing up in the grass. Despite everything, there isn’t a single thing he can do in the long run.

[chocoblep]

#3: Fighting Form

Prompt: Tempest

Kismet took a single step backward as he flipped one of his daggers into a backward grip. Across the mats in the basement of Nightingale House, Shev did the same as he shook out his hands and brought them up in front of him. This was their third match of the night, as they were both trying to get back into their respective fighting forms. For Shev, it had been a while, and Kismet’s first fight back at the Tavern had been nigh on disastrous. And so, he and Shev faced off, as partners who like to fight are wont to do.

Neither of them moved for a long time, both of them waiting for the other to make the first attack, but it was Shev who budged first. He didn’t come in for a strike, no; instead, he straightened up and walked along the side of the mats, as if sizing Kismet up for something altogether different that had the lavender-haired viera arching a brow.

“Like what you see, Silvertongue?” Kismet queried, the amused curve of his lips drawing a lopsided smirk from the taller viera.

“Yer well put-together, aye,” Shev replied, moving far too casually for a fight. If Kismet didn’t know any better, he’d have let down his guard. But he did know better. Shev was, in essence, a walking force of nature, and the predatory glint in his golden eyes had Kismet tightening his grip on one of his blades. “It’s almost like yer beggin’ me t’ take ya apart.”

Kismet didn’t move from his spot, but two fingers rose from his backward blade in preparation. When Shev’s eyes darted to those fingers, Kismet sneered at him. “I’ll only beg if you win, sweetheart,” he practically purred.

Shev rolled a shoulder, and then shrugged. “Well, I’ve got some work t’do then, aye?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, but Kismet was anticipating his lunge. He flipped his blades in the air and smacked his hands together, rapidly forming three mudra as Shev hurtled toward him. When he extended his hands, a column of water enveloped the other viera, and Kismet caught his daggers again and stepped through the shadows to the other side of the geyser before Shev burst out of it, water running in rivulets over the shield that the ward ring had put on his person.

“Ah, normally I’d offer a blow-dry with your wash, but the water doesn’t seem to be sticking,” he called out, and Shev wheeled around to face him.

“Nice trick, lad,” Shev called back, and no sooner had the words left this mouth was he slamming into Kismet, driving him into one of the invisible ward-walls. “Got a few ‘a my own.” A quick one-two with his elbow and fist kept Kismet pinned there, but not for long.

As soon as Shev shifted again, Kismet slipped downward and away, aiming a slash at Shev’s leg as he whirled around him. He dodged a knee meant for his gut and two punches aimed at his solar plexus and his head before thrusting an arm up to block a swift snap-kick.

“Orange already,” Shev commented as he kept up with his assault. Kismet paid it no mind; his shield was lower in integrity than Shev’s was, but that was fine. He just needed to bide his time and strike when he could. “Best get yer knees ready.” A flurry of punches dodged, and one parried with a quick swipe of Kismet’s arm, which he then snapped inward for a slash at Shev’s exposed midsection. The taller viera’s lantern flickered to join Kismet’s, bathing both of them in a warm pumpkin glow.

“Whose knees?” Kismet retorted, pressing the attack. Shadow-stepping behind Shev, he swiftly stabbed his knives inward toward the man’s kidneys, but Shev was too quick and half-turned, dodging both thrusts and planting his heel in Kismet’s hip, knocking him back and sending one of his daggers clattering across the floor.

“I didn’t agree to beg, Sta–”

Anything else Shev was about to say was cut off as Kismet threw out his free hand, this time closing it into a fist as if around an invisible string. He yanked his hand back toward himself and Shev doubled over with a gasp, trying but failing to take in any air. Kismet didn’t pull the air away from him for long; just enough to keep him off-balance before darting in for a decisive blow to his ribcage with his remaining dagger.

Shev’s lamp went deep crimson as Kismet let him breathe again, and he answered with a series of maneuvers that Kismet had only ever seen him practice slowly. This was at rapid speed, though, and as the pair of them dodged and weaved around each other, Shev picked up his momentum again. Kismet didn’t realize that Shev was channeling aether until fire was licking up the other’s arm, and as Shev went in for a fire-laced palm strike, Kismet tried to push all of the air around him at the man to drive him back.

It wasn’t the greatest idea he’d ever had, but it worked. The air ignited the fire, and the resulting explosion threw them both back into opposite walls. Shev’s shield went down then, and he called the match in Kismet’s favor. As they met in the middle of the mats, Shev put his hands on his hips and watched Kismet. “Y’know, I wonder if we could combine those somehow without blowin’ ourselves up in th’ process. Yer wind, and a fire strike? Could make a right flamethrower.”

Kismet grabbed his fallen dagger and sheathed both of them with a thoughtful look on his face. “Maybe not your close-range elemental abilities, that’d have too much of a chance to hurt you. But something like… Roelle’s lightning? We could make a lightning storm at a longer range.”

“Hells, I wouldn’t wanna be on th’ receivin’ end ‘a tha’,” Shev mused. They started toward the bar, simultaneously snaking arms around each other as they walked. “Whatcha want ta drink, Starlight? I’ll make ya somethin’.”

“Anything’s fine,” Kismet responded with a smile and a sideways glance, “ as long as I don’t have to beg for it.”

[voidwithnoblogs]

IM DONE!

[pillow-anime-talk]

idk if u write for male reader but i would love to read 3 + royalty tpn ray

# tags: scenario; friendship and also current secret relationship; light romance; mostly fluff; also a bit of angst; royalty!au; prince!reader and prince!ray; staring at the stars together; imaginary world; sfw

includes: male reader ft. ray {tpn}

author’s note: yes! i am writing for male readers and thank you very much for this. this is my first tpn request!

3. “Are we gonna fight? Like fist to fist or rather… lips to lips?”

A warm August night, and the day – and at the same time the feast – of Saint Aure’guen was a time when animals spoke with human voices, flowers changed their places and arranged themselves in beautiful patterns, and the stars showed the future to those who dared to look at them. It was a magical moment, celebrated only once a year on the fourth Tuesday of the month mentioned above.

“... It’s beautiful today, isn’t it?” You asked quietly, squeezing your lover’s hand tighter, who timidly nodded his head, looking at the stars arranged in various figures or signs. The moon was obscured by dark clouds giving the opportunity to shine that night to its smaller brothers. “Do you see anything interesting? Has heaven told you a secret or something?”

The Prince of Aquemering looked into your shining eyes for a brief moment, then turned his full attention back to the dark and the flashing dots. He was observant, intelligent, and loved anything to do with space. He was the opposite of you – a boy boy who loved music, painting and fencing. You loved the mundane things, while Rey loved history, the mysteries of the world, the cosmos and the depths of all the oceans that surround the earth, and all the fossils and ancestors of your families.

“The stars warn of a battle between the two of us. We must beware of third parties who will seek to destroy our happiness.” He said quietly, closing his tired eyelids.

As the future king, and also the current prince of Ignitesu, you will certainly be forced to marry a woman whose name you will hear on the occasion of your wedding ceremony in a few years. You will surely become the father of several children, a respected ruler and beloved man of the whole kingdom. But it wasn’t what you wanted. You just wanted to spend your next years, until the day of your death, with a person with whom you share not only love, but also mutual respect, sincere friendship and much more important values than the desire to start a family or exercise power over the entire country. These feelings were stronger than life and more certain than death.

“Ohh, I see. So... Are we gonna fight? Like fist to fist or rather… lips to lips?” You joked, wanting to lighten the atmosphere between the two of you, but Ray just rolled his eyes, pinching your warm right cheek.

The stars never lie; perhaps your fight will be symbolic – for a piece of baked potato with pepper on a plate – or perhaps it will have a second bottom that will end your relationship once and for all. The stars were never wrong, but they also never said when it would happen; tomorrow, in five months, in eight years, on your seventieth birthday. Or maybe posthumously? Nobody knows that.

Now, however, you wanted to enjoy the Night of Truth and each other’s presence. You didn’t want to think about superfluous things, you didn’t want to talk about the future. Now, in this moment, you valued the present and your current feelings. What will be tomorrow will be tomorrow.

[mama-honeydew]

Prompt #3 ; Your Zodiac Sign

Im a cancer/leo cusp, but im on the cancer side of the cusp, so cat-paw-crab-claw lady it is!!

i used green and red jewelry because most of cancer is in july, and most of leo in in august- july's birthstone is ruby (red), and august's birthstone is peridot (green) :D!

i like how she turned out, and am glad the green and red don't come across as christmas-y

here she is in The Prompt Book !

and if ya want, Here is the previous prompt!

[pound-my-heart-make-it-start]

My lungs are collapsing but the tent is still standing part 1

Hermione woke up with a start, something was wrong, her chest felt off.

She gasped involuntarily but it felt like she got no air into her lungs. She tried to draw a breath but her body wouldn't obey, she simply laid on her back, her head tilted sharply backwards and her mouth gaping like a fish on dry land.

Her diaphragm contracted violently and she sucked in an involuntary gulp, choking on her own spit but again no air reached her lungs.

Her saliva made her gag and she was thrown into an involuntary coughing fit that left her feeling light headed with lack of air.

She reflexively rolled to her side, trying to ease her breathing in any way she could. Her pulse was pounding in her head but it felt wrong, like the rhythm was incorrect, she swore she could feel her heart skip several beats before continuing.

She realized she was scared, she didn't know what was wrong and she felt trapped in her own body and she desperately didn't want to be alone.

Harry!

Harry was just outside the tent, if she could just call out to him he could help her.

"Ha-huh-harrr hah-rrrrryyyyy." She gasped but her voice barely reached her ears, there was no way Harry would hear her.

Okay think!

She couldn't call out so she'd have to get his attention some other way.

When she rolled to her side she'd rolled to face the canvas wall, she tried to turn herself over so she was facing the room. But no matter how hard she tried she couldn't even roll onto her back let alone all the way to her other side. She clawed at the canvas, the only thing within reach.

She needed something to make noise with!

But there was nothing within reach, she wanted to sob but of course she didn't have the breath for it.

Was this how she died?

Not killed by Voldermort or a Death Eater but dying alone with only some canvas and a few feet between her and help.

She swore she felt her heart stop, finally giving out due to the lack of air, any second now her brain would follow. As she closed her eyes and drifted away her last thought was that Harry would find her body when he came to wake her for her watch.

Tbc.

[alphieshplife]

Tulips - @moonchaser-microfic - wc: 784

Tulips represent deep love and new beginnings

The conclusion that Remus had, inevitably, come to over the summer was that he was a complete berk. A numpty. Basically, an absolute idiot. Because, of course, James—sweet, gentle James—hadn’t been in on Sirius’s ridiculous “prank.” All the evidence was right in front of him:

Sirius had taken full responsibility.

James had risked his own life to save Snape’s.

Prongs had spent the entire night with Moony, despite how violent the wolf had been in the wake of Sirius’s betrayal.

James had stayed in the uncomfortable chairs in the Hospital Wing, hidden away under his invisibility cloak, carefully dodging Madame Pomfrey until Remus had been released the next day, just so Remus didn’t have to be alone.

James had spent the entire rest of the term arguing with the boy who was better described as “brother” than “best friend.”

And yet, Remus had shut James out alongside Sirius. He’d yelled and cursed and ignored. But James had never argued back, never cursed him out in return, never attempted to worm his way back into Remus’s good graces.

Remus didn’t deserve James, that much he had always known. James was a drop of sunshine, fallen from the heavens to brighten the lives of every person he interacted with.

And Remus was…a monster.

But, idiotic though Remus had been, he wasn’t completely stupid. So, he boarded the Hogwarts Express on September 1st, 1976, with only one goal for sixth year—a fresh start with James Potter.

He was prepared to do anything to earn the boy’s forgiveness—he’d beg, grovel even, take notes for James all year, plan the best pranks. He’d even go to Quidditch Matches—not just Gryffindor’s, but every. Single. Match.

Steeling himself for the worst, Remus rushed down the center aisle of the train until he reached the Marauders’ usual compartment. Just as he expected, given Sirius and Peter’s histories of boarding the train quite late and James’s of boarding quite early, James was there, and he was still alone.

He looked up when he detected movement outside the door’s window, a whirlwind of emotions flying across his face in the span of mere seconds—surprise, joy, worry, hope. With a deep breath, Remus slid the door open and stepped inside.

Just being in the same room as James warmed Remus to his bones. “Hi,” he said shyly, shifting on his feet. He resisted the urge to swear at himself under his breath as he imagined his response—After everything, that’s all you have to say? Hi?

But, of course, this was James, so rather than say any of that, he smiled his bright, teethy smile that Remus refused to admit made him weak at the knees, and responded, “Hi.”

“Can I sit?” Remus gestured vaguely to the seat across from James.

His eyebrows scrunched together in confusion before his joyous expression returned, so quickly that Remus wouldn’t have even noticed the change had he not been staring so intensely into his pretty hazel eyes. “Of course.”

Remus’s movements were choppy as he stepped further into the compartment and sat with his hands under his thighs to stop himself from picking at his cuticles. Despite the amount of time he’d spent thinking about it, he had no idea how to start this conversation. Luckily, he didn’t need to.

“How was your summer?” James asked. His face remained bright, but there was a waver in his voice that gave away his anxiety.

“Good,” Remus said, too quickly. “I mean—okay. I…” He swallowed. The eye contact was overwhelming, and Remus wasn’t sure he could have this conversation with James staring so earnestly at him, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away either. “I missed you.”

James inhaled sharply, and Remus finally tore his eyes away as he felt his face heat up.

“I missed you, too,” James admitted in a whisper. “I…I get it if you’re still mad, but—”

“I’m not,” Remus interrupted, his eyes snapping back to James’s. “And I shouldn’t have been in the first place. I—I’m really sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” James asked incredulously. “Remus, you didn’t do anything wrong—”

“I did, though,” Remus insisted. “You’ve only ever been an amazing friend, and I…I lumped you in with—with Sirius, and I am sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too.”

“You don’t need to be.”

“Neither do you.”

“No more apologies, then.” Finally, Remus allowed himself to relax. He pulled his hands out from beneath his legs and set them in his lap. “I was thinking, maybe…we could start fresh?”

James smiled, and it loosened the knot that had been sitting in his chest since April. “I’d like that, Moony. I’d really like that.”

[kybercrystals94]

Blame

By KyberCrystals94

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Whumptober 2023|Day 3|Prompt 3: “Make it stop.”

Bad Things Happen Bingo|Prompt: Guilty Conscience

Rating: G

Words: 499

Summary: The Batch argues over what to do for a suffering brother.

“What should we do?”

“We can’t take him to medical.”

“We also cannot allow him to suffer further.”

“Then think of something else! I thought you were supposed to have superior intelligence, di’kut.”

“Hey, leave Tech alone. This isn’t his fault.”

“I’ll leave him alone once he stops suggesting we take Hunter to medical. It’s like he doesn’t remember what the Kaminoans do to failed experiments like us.”

“We are not failed experiments. We are valuable assets. They would not waste years of research over something as simple as a migraine.”

“Leave it to the human computer to take the long necks’ side over his own brother’s.”

“Crosshair!”

“I am not siding with them. I am simply stating the facts. We are prolonging Hunter’s suffering because of your trepidation that him being treated by the Kaminoan medical team would automatically result in his being decommissioned.”

“You are so focused on the facts, and yet you refuse to acknowledge the fact that your precious Kaminoans have never given us a reason to believe they have our best interests in mind. We are experimental products off an assembly line. If we are defective, we are unsellable. Worthless in their disgusting, greedy minds.”

“Make it stop,” a weak voice whimpers from the darkened corner of the barracks where Hunter has been isolated, interrupting the escalating argument.

Wrecker shoots Crosshair a dark look before making his way over to their suffering brother. He presses his large hands on either side of Hunter’s head, knowing the pressure sometimes brings some relief. Hunter’s face is soaked in pain induced tears. He chokes on a suppressed sob. “Please, I don’t care what they do if they can just make it stop.”

Tech and Wrecker turn to look at Crosshair. The young sniper keeps his fiery gaze steady on the engineer.

“Fine,” Crosshair snaps. He shoves a finger hard into Tech’s chest and snarls, “but if anything happens to him, it will be your fault.”

“Crosshair,” Wrecker growls a warning, tone uncharacteristically quiet for Hunter’s sake, “knock it off. Tech is right. We don’t have anything we can do for Hunter here. And what if this isn’t just a migraine? What if it’s something worse? I know we don’t trust the Kammies, but we don’t have any other choice.”

Crosshair bites hard on the toothpick he’s been abusing between his teeth, and it snaps. He spits the splintered remains on the ground before he leaves the barracks in roaring silence.

“He doesn’t mean it, Tech,” Wrecker says, once the door slides shut.

Tech’s eyes are on his data pad, putting in an emergency request for medical assistance. “I know,” he replies. “Crosshair is unfortunately cruel when he is worried; however, it is…distressing, nonetheless. Medical is on their way.”

“Hunter’s going to be okay.” Wrecker gently tries to dry Hunter’s face as the cadet continues to quietly cry.

Tech sighs, finally meeting Wrecker’s gaze, eyes shining behind the glass of his goggles. “I hope you’re right.”

[wallpapersdehetalia]

Event Post # 3

Prompt 2: Green

Prompt 3: Forest

Photos credit: @seabeck

[moonlight0934]

Self Destruction

Charles can hear everything. Every morning he wakes up to everyone’s thoughts and feelings. Everything rushing into his mind unfiltered. Most of the time he has no issue blocking everything out, but sometimes it gets too overwhelming too fast. That leads to trouble putting the walls up, and migraines later in the day.

Today is one of those days with everyone’s thoughts flooding his brain. Charles clamps his hands over his ears, squeezing his eyes closed again. When it finally quiets into a buzz in the back of his head, he squints his eyes open. It’s still dark outside, so he immediately turns to his alarm clock which tells him that it’s only three thirty.

He drops back down, tossing an arm over his eyes. The buzz starts to grow into full fledged words and feelings anytime he gets close to falling asleep again. It only takes half an hour before he’s pulling himself out of bed and into his wheelchair. He heads down to the kitchen where he unlocks the cabinet with the alcohol.

Soon he’s settled at the table with a glass in his hand. He stares at it, wondering if he should really drink it. The voices continue to get louder as he blankly stares at the glass in his hand.

It’s been a long time since I drank for this reason. If I start, this is not going to be the only glass. I really shouldn’t, there are students everywhere. Though they’re kind of the problem. There are just so many dreams everywhere, and I can’t… why can’t I just shut them out? I never have been quite good enough even for myself.

He takes a gentle sip of the bourbon with a sigh. The first sip doesn’t help, nor does he expect for it to. Though one turns to two, then the whole glass. After that he just continues drinking until the voices in his head disappear all together, and he can finally relax.

Knew this was going to happen. Oh well, can’t control myself, so I can’t be anything other than self destructive anyway. I should have known that I was going to end up here again.

Eventually he puts his arms folded on the table, then lays his head down on top of them. Each blink is slower than the last, and eventually he ends up drifting back to sleep. Charles is woken up by a clatter to his left, and he opens his eyes in just enough time to see the kid scurrying away with a water bottle. His head is pounding and his vision has dark spots in it even as he fully wakes up. It’s only a few minutes after that when Hank walks in.

“One of the kids said that you were passed out in the kitchen. What happened?”

Charles shrugs, not looking Hank in the eye.

“Oh,” Hank says after a minute, his eyes softening. He looks around before sitting down beside Charles. “Is there anything that I can do?”

Charles shakes his head, grabbing the table when the motion makes him dizzy.

“They were just all so loud,” Charles says, his voice shaking, and his eyes starting to get misty.

Hank puts a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“Maybe it’s too soon. There are a lot of people here, and it might be too much for your mind to handle.”

“No, I… I can’t close the school again. They need my help, and I- I know I’m broken, but I can help them. I’m fixable, I just have to try a little harder.”

“Charles, that’s not how that works. I’m not saying that you’re broken. I’m just saying that maybe you need some kind of help. You’re struggling with your telepathy, and that’s ok. Maybe there’s something that we can do while you’re getting back to your normal level of control. You never had these issues before, right?”

Charles nods.

“Then maybe we can find a way to block your room off, because we know that you can get back to that level of control. We just have to let you get there without this,” Hank says, glancing at the bottle of alcohol that’s still sitting on the table.

Charles feels a tear trace its way down his face.

“Yeah. Can you just cancel my classes for today? I don’t feel up to it and it’s Saturday so they’re non-essential classes anyway.”

Hank nods.

“Are you going to your room?”

“Yes, I’ll see you later, Hank.”

Charles rolls out of the kitchen, making his way back to his own room. He shuts and locks the door as soon as he gets in, then buries his face in his hands. The whispers start creeping back in, but he’s awake enough now to push them away. That doesn’t mean that tears don’t start rolling down his face anyway. He should be the only one in the teacher’s wing, but he still tries to make himself as quiet as possible.

He rolls into the bathroom that’s connected to his room, looking at the mirror with a frown. He looks a mess with bloodshot eyes, messy hair, and dark circles under his eyes. He hates everything that he sees in the mirror, and he feels helpless. Here he is drinking to take away his gift and there are people out there being killed for theirs. Erik’s words echo in his head, telling him that he abandoned all of their people. That it’s basically his fault that they died, because he didn’t do enough to help them.

He grabs his migraine medication out of the drawer before taking one. Then he closes the curtains and goes back to bed. He feels like he can see Erik, but he’s also aware that it’s probably just a dream. Especially when his speech diverts from what it normally is.

“Charles, you keep doing this, don’t you? You would tear yourself to pieces just for people who don’t even appreciate your sacrifices. You’re never going to get better.” He tries to ignore Erik’s voice in his head, but he can’t seem to.

Eventually he manages to get some actual sleep despite Erik’s voice on repeat, and he wakes up to find that the sounds of children have replaced Erik in his head. Except this time it’s soft and all goes together in a way that isn’t overwhelming. They’re happy doing some kind of activity together. Charles smiles for the first time that day, pushing his face against his pillow.

If only Erik could see this place for what it actually is. It’s a safe place for everyone, and I would gladly tear myself apart to keep this place safe for them without any notice or praise.

[schoolchaos]

Inktober 2024, Promt #3: Boots

I told my dad what today's prompt was and he said "are you going to draw Boots? From Dora?" So, of course, I was obligated to draw him.

I also drew the "there was an old woman who lived in a shoe" show but without the old woman or her kids because I didn't feel like it. It does kinda feel like this means the family is dead, but I choose to believe they're just on a road trip... To the afterlife, pehaps... Eh, it's spooky season, maybe they are just dead.

You see, the thing is, I drew that Boots drawing first, thus setting impossibly high standards for myself, for how could anything be as great as that?

[hetakinkmeme]

Can one of you please do a NyoRusAme story where Amelia is in an unhappy relationship with her current girlfriend (you can use any character genderbent or otherwise) and starts to fall for her supervisor Anya? Amelia however incorrectly assumes Anya is straight because she was with a guy but recently broke up with him (again can use any character here) and is unaware Anya is bi. Amelia could mention her ex was too submissive for her liking, Anya ends up dominating Amelia firmly but lovingly with Anya handcuffing Amelia to the bed and Amelia referring to her new lover as "Mistress Anya". This could all end with Amelia falling asleep in Anya's arms.

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[gojoslittlemonster]

Self Ship Summer Prompt 3: Outdoor Date/Activities

The sky was clearer than ever tonight. The grass was barely disturbed by the light breeze as Lunae and Satoru lay spread out and looking up toward the blue-black heaven dotted by an endless sea of stars.

"I wonder how many planets we can see right now," Lunae murmured, brown eyes fixated above her. Satoru turned his head to look over to his girlfriend.

"The fact that you're wondering about the planets is adorable and hilarious," he replied, before returning his own gaze back toward the sky. The sky seemed to go on, with no borders, yet they knew if they went further up, that's when they would touch outer space.

Lunae pouted a bit at Satoru's teasing quip before letting out a sigh. "Come on, even you probably wonder what's out there, Satoru," she murmured, keeping her eyes to the sky. The stargazing was her idea of an outdoor date anyway, since it was too warm to not be outside.

"It's probably aliens, you know."

"That's the last time I watch any sci-fi movie with you."

"Liar and you know it."

When Lunae laughed at that, Satoru couldn't stop the grin as he looked over to the brunette again. "Why do you like the night sky anyway, babe? Something to do with those fairytale stories you like?" he asked.

Lunae met his gaze before she turned onto her side, propping her hand against her arm. "Okay, don't laugh--" she began.

"--I promise nothing--" Satoru interjected.

"--You're such a dork. Anyway," Lunae continued, "I always had this fantasy of wanting to be able to be in the sky somehow. Like just floating up there, surrounded by stars." Her cheeks began to flush a sweetly pink. "It sounds so dumb, right?"

Satoru sat up, his eyes on his girlfriend. "Absolutely not. Do you want to?"

Lunae blinked. "I'm sorry--what?"

"Touch the stars. Do you want to, right now?"

"I--you know I'm afraid of heights, right?"

"Do you think I'll drop you?"

"Of course not."

"Good." Satoru grinned, grabbing his girlfriend's hand and tugging her to her feet as he stood up. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders as the other looped under her knees to ease her into a bridal-style carry. "You trust me, don't you, sweetheart?" he asked, grin still in place.

"Of course I trust you," Lunae answered, her arms wrapping loosely around his neck. Her stomach was in knots, though. "Shit, I'm still scared, though."

"Close your eyes," Satoru said, waiting until Lunae finished giving him a curious look at his words before complying. With her eyes shut, he activated his technique, teleporting upward to the sky in an instant. He waited a few beats, though, for dramatic effect (because why not?).

He leaned in close enough for his lips to brush the shell of her ear. "Okay, babe, open your eyes."

Lunae tensed a bit before slowly opening her eyes. Satoru watched every single second of her expression shifting from curiosity to a mixture of fear and shock at how high they really were (and Lunae's intensely cute habit of clinging to him when she got startled that way) to the unmistakable expression of pure awe.

Her brown eyes were wide, her cheeks flushing into a darker shade of pink at how far in the sky they were. "Holy shit, we're high up," she mumbled, her tone just as awed as her expression.

A laugh left Satoru, blue eyes sparkling in amusement behind his shades. "So? Better than your fantasy?" he asked.

"Way better," Lunae answered, braving stretching out her hand. The awe was still on her face, as if she could touch a star with just her fingertips if she tried. Satoru felt pride bubbling inside of him at seeing his girl attempting to conquer her fears and fulfilling a dream she had all at the same time.

"Takes stargazing to another level, doesn't it?"

"That's because you're too extra for your own good, you showoff."

Lunae's tone was full of far too much affection for Satoru to even feel remotely insulted by being called a showoff. Even he was aware of his tendency to do.

Right now, though, he could wear that title of being a showoff tonight if it meant he could put that smile on her face every single day.