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thelittlestladylikesthis · 1 year ago

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The Pink Rose, part 2

Part Two- July 4th, 74 ADD

Pairing: Haymitch Abernathy x reader

Word count: 2,778

Warnings: drinking, references to sex, threats, implied PTSD

**** Almost all characters and parts of the storyline are not my original creation and are credited to Suzanne Collins.

Effie Trinket stood out like a sore thumb in District 12. Her face was caked with white foundation, colorful lines, and lipstick in classic Capitol style. Piled on her head was a large, curly wig with a pinkish tint. To complete her ensemble was a spring green suit with matching high heels. The only thing that didn’t match was the extremely uncomfortable expression on her face as she stood outside Haymitch’s house.

Not long after being interrupted, [Y/n] emerged from the house and was immediately met with a look of disapproval from Effie. [Y/n] tried to avoid eye contact as she bit her lip, feeling like a schoolgirl awaiting a lecture from the teacher.

Effie stared her down as if waiting for an explanation until the front door swung open and out came Haymitch, bottle in hand.

“Can you be sober for one ceremony?” Effie trilled angrily.

“I was sober for a ceremony and once for a ritual,” Haymitch said calmly before taking a swig from his unlabeled bottle.

“Oh really? When was this?” Effie scoffed.

Haymitch licked his lips and then looked down at Effie before saying in a very serious tone, “I was sober at my own reaping ceremony, sweetheart; and as for the ritual,” he quickly kissed [Y/n]’s cheek and smacked her rear playfully, “You just got a front row view of that one,” he laughed.

Effie scoffed in disbelief and marched ahead of them impressively quick. Once she was a reasonable distance away, [Y/n] punched Haymitch’s arm.

“I can’t believe you said that to her!”

“She barged into my house without knocking,” he raised his voice to imitate Effie, “It’s just bad manners,”

[Y/n] then got close enough to Haymitch that she could smell the liquor accumulating on his breath, “Well Mr. Abernathy before you get too drunk, was it a ritual or just a moment of lust?”

He gulped, “Can I say both?”

[Y/n] narrowed her eyes and gave a suspicious half-smile, “That’s acceptable,”

After one last peck on the lips, they returned to their respective houses and readied their appearances for the Reaping Ceremony.

* * *

Two hours later, Haymitch, Effie, and [Y/n] made their way to the square for the Reaping. [Y/n] dreaded this every year- and from the smell of Haymitch, he did too. The sickening, sweet scent of Effie’s perfume and the pungent odor of alcohol on Haymitch made for an interesting cloud around the trio.

“I have a good feeling about this year,” Effie said awkwardly, breaking the silence.

“You’ve been saying that,” [Y/n] grumbled, “All morning; tsk, a reaping ceremony- that’s like saying a funeral gala,”

“Oh stop it!” Effie hissed at the same time Haymitch laughed.

District 12’s square was decorated with happy banners that were an unsettling contrast to the sad grey buildings and grim feeling in the air. There were camera crews already situated on the rooftops like gargoyles. This allowed the Capitol to efficiently observe the people of the district under the guise of the televised games.

[Y/n] and Haymitch were seated on the stage. Other districts had rows of chairs for their victors, or at least a cluster. In District 12, they had 2 seats for their living victors, an empty one in memory of the only other victor from 12, one for the mayor, and one for Effie. Haymitch began to slump in his chair- [Y/n] understood the alcoholism, but she really could’ve lived without the public drunkenness on days like today. She sat in her chair and tried to ignore the snoring and muttering from next to her. With a flat affect on her face, [Y/n] watched intently as the youth of District 12 filed in. Only comparable to the livestock she’d seen in District 10, the 12- to 18-year-olds filed into the roped areas and were sorted by age. Like animals set for slaughter, [Y/n] thought, how fitting. The families of the youth lined the square, waiting intently to learn who would be saying goodbye to their children. [Y/n] pursed her lips as she noticed two men off to the side setting bets for whether the names drawn would be from the Seam or not. It was in poor taste- but she knew they weren’t necessarily wrong. Those from the Seam were the poorest in the district. The more times one entered their name, the more tesserae they got. The oldest siblings from the Seam appeared as tributes more often than not- taking the odds out of their favor by supporting their family the best they could.

The final touches were brought out to the stage. Two large glass orbs with an opening in the top of each; the contents were slips of paper with the names of eligible tributes. One orb was full of the names of every male 12 to 18, and the other was full of the names of their female counterparts. The town clock struck two and the mayor approached the podium and began to read the history of Panem. The history [Y/n] had heard what seemed like a million times before. Disasters- natural and man-made- plagued the land formerly called North America. The war ravaged the land and finally, it all ended, and up rose Panem. Panem: a Capitol and 13 Districts. Then more war, the Dark Days, the loss of District 13 via revolution, and finally current-day Panem. Only one small twist- Panem got the Hunger Games. [Y/n] scoffed quietly as the Hunger Games was referred to as a “pageant”. 24 young people, 1 male and 1 female from each District stuck into an arena to fight to the death until 1 lone victor remained. [Y/n] sighed at the thought of her own hands having killed someone- four someones to be exact. Haymitch got out having killed two- but the Capitol didn’t like his style so they killed his family and his girlfriend. Forgotten by most, [Y/n] had angered President Snow with her post-games interview- coincidently, her mother, father, and four siblings all died of some mysterious illness that no other household caught.

“It is both a time for repentance and a time for thanks,” the mayor finished before pausing, “And now a moment of silence in memoriam of the lost and celebration of the victors of District 12: Lucy Gray Baird, Haymitch Abernathy, and [Y/n] Bellwood,” He gave a nod to [Y/n] and a short half smile- a smile that said “sorry I have to keep bringing this up” rather than “thank you”. The crowd briefly hesitated before giving an applause. The applause sounded like no one knew what they were clapping for.

Haymitch sat up and yelled something unintelligible. Effie flinched away from the sudden sound and [Y/n] sighed. Effie’s face looked like a mother who almost could not tolerate any more of her child’s outbursts. [Y/n] put one hand on Haymitch’s shoulder and whispered calming words in his ear- he sat back down and put his face in his hands. The mayor then redirected the attention of the people to Effie.

Bouncy and bubbly, Effie almost danced to the podium and beamed as she gave her catchphrase, “Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!” Her pink wig has gone slightly askew- not noticeably- but [Y/n] knew Effie well enough to tell. Effie kept talking in her unnecessarily happy tone about how honored she was to be there (which no one believed). Suddenly, Effie proudly said, “Ladies first” and waltzed over to the glass orb with the female names. She dug around and pulled out a slip of paper. Despite the over 8,000 people in attendance, you could’ve heard a button hit the ground a mile away from how quiet it was.

[Y/n] gulped- which child was she going to be forced to give advice to and lead down the glitzy, demeaning path of the Capitol to their death in an unfamiliar arena surrounded by strangers who want to kill them?

“Primrose Everdeen!”

The crowd grumbled with displeasure- Primrose must be a young tribute- an under-14. Districts typically dislike it when the young ones get picked. [Y/n] finally spotted her- a tiny, thin girl with blonde braids was slowly creeping up the aisle between the groups. Her face was completely drained of whatever color it once had but she still looked sick at the same time. Her arms were rod straight at her sides and her hands were balled into little fists. [Y/n] could almost feel those little fists grabbing her insides and twisting them. Watching the little ones die was always the hardest- it was never fair for them. [Y/n] bowed her head slightly so any emotion she showed wouldn’t be televised.

A cry choked out from the crowd “Prim!” and every head whipped towards the source.

“Prim!” the girl shouted again. She pushed- with minimal effort- through the sea of 16-year-olds and into the aisle where Primrose was. The peacekeepers were so shocked that the older girl was able to make it all the way to Primrose at the base of the stage. The older girl pushed Primrose behind her and shouted “I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!”

The crowd rumbled with whispers as if this girl had just committed some great scandal. She hadn’t, but the last time District 12 had a volunteer was well before [Y/n] was ever born. Technically, once a tribute’s name has been drawn, any eligible person of the same gender can step forward to take their place. This was commonplace in Districts like 1 and 2- sometimes 3. But in the outlying Districts of 9-12, this was almost unheard of.

“Lovely!” Effie beamed, “But I believe there’s a small matter of introducing the reaping winner and then asking for volunteers, and if one does come forth then we, um- uh ...” she faltered, finally experiencing what it’s like when your mouth acts faster than your brain.

The mayor interrupted her, “What does it matter? Let her come forward,”

As soon as it was clear that the volunteer had been accepted, Primrose became hysterical and began to scream.

“No, Katniss! No! You can’t go!” Primrose screamed as she wrapped herself around the older girl.

The older girl- Katniss- had a pained expression as she tried to remain calm “Prim, let go,”

[Y/n] thought these girls must be related or at least indebted to each other in some way. Her eyes happened to glance up at a camera and her thoughts turned to how the citizens of the Capitol would be eating this up as they watched the dramatic scene unfold. However, the other victors could see the emotional situation as a weakness. Yes, this Katniss would be marked off as another easy target from 12 to pick off from the start. [Y/n] thought the presumptions and attention may not be bad for Katniss.

“Let go!” Katniss shouted as a tall young man quickly came forward from the 18-year-old group and pulled Primrose off Katniss’ back. He picked her up off the ground as if she were a doll and Primrose began to thrash as he carried her away.

Katniss slowly made her way up the few steps to the stage as Effie beamed, “Well, bravo! That’s the spirit of the Games! What’s your name?”

“Katniss Everdeen,”

Effie’s face lit up at that dramatic tidbit, “I bet my buttons that was your sister. Don’t want her

to steal all the glory, do we? Come on, everybody! Let’s give a big round of applause to our newest tribute!”

Effie was the only one to clap.

The square became silent. Not a soul in 12 dared to show even a fake approval of what they had just witnessed. District 12 was always allowed the short end of the stick and [Y/n] thought it a credit to the District when they collectively acknowledged the unfair position they’d been given. No one clapped. Suddenly, an older woman touched the three middle fingers of her left hand to her lips and then held it out to Katniss. One by one, more and more people joined in the salute until nearly the whole square had their hands up pointing at Katniss. [Y/n] was shocked and had never seen such a display of collective respect for anyone out of District 12. [Y/n] had seen this salute at a funeral once before- it was an old and now uncommon gesture of the district. It is a sign of thanks and admiration typically given to one who is deeply cared for.

Appropriate, thought [Y/n]. Welcome Katniss Everdeen. Welcome to the Hunger Games. Goodbye Katniss Everdeen. Say goodbye to District 12 as you know it.

[Y/n] gasped as Haymitch suddenly staggered across the stage and threw an arm around Katniss “Look at her! Look at this one!” he shouted, “I like her! Lots of ... Spunk!” he beamed almost as much as Effie had. He removed his arm from Katniss: “More than you! More than you!” he pointed to the nearest camera. He continued to shout until he stumbled so far forward that he fell off the stage and sprawled out drunk and unconscious.

Effie groaned with displeasure. [Y/n] massaged between her eyebrows with her thumb and pointer finger as she gave a deep sigh. Katniss impressively placed her hands behind her back and stared into the distance as two peacekeepers moved Haymitch away with a stretcher.

Effie could always be counted on to break the silence- even if it wasn’t required.

“What an exciting day! But more excitement to come! It’s time to choose our boy tribute!”

She floated over to the second glass orb and pecked a name slip out.

“Peeta Mellark.”

There was no dramatic family interference this time. Just a classic, somber silence as the stocky, blonde young man of 16 made his way up to the stage. The realization of his name being selected slowly moved across his face. Effie probed for any other volunteers, but no one stepped up for young Peeta.

The mayor routinely concluded the ceremony by reading the Treaty of Treason to his District. Upon conclusion, he prompted Katniss and Peeta to shake hands. The two 16-year-olds turned to face the sea of people looking up at them as Panem’s anthem began to play on the loudspeakers. A minute later, Peacekeepers marched the newest tributes through the front door of the Justice Building and out of sight.

* * *

[Y/n] followed the small procession into the justice building and a peacekeeper pointed her to a room down the hall. When she entered, she noticed a large translucent vase full of pink roses. This made her freeze where she stood. She suddenly became very hot and her heart began to beat a million miles a minute. She’d once told Cesar Flickerman that she enjoyed the color pink and that it was difficult to find in District 12. But [Y/n] knew these roses were not for her enjoyment; they were a warning to behave herself.

Haymitch was fast asleep on a dusty gray sofa against the wall. They’d left him in a seated position with his head slumped back. [Y/n] thought his neck would probably ache when he woke up. She glanced back at the roses and felt the tears well up in her eyes. She tried to brush them away as she walked towards the sofa and sat down- she couldn’t be weak or look as if she’d cried before meeting the tributes. Haymitch startled awake at the feeling of someone sitting next to him. He looked at [Y/n] with glassy eyes and smiled a drunk, awkward attempt at a smolder.

“Just go back to sleep,” [Y/n] chuckled softly, “You’ll need to meet the tributes later,”

[Y/n] knew Haymitch would enter the stage of “functioning drunk” after a nap. He would be able to interact and remember longer snippets of what happened, but he would still be drunk nonetheless.

[Y/n] put her feet up on the sofa on each side of Haymitch. He stretched out and laid his head down on her chest, immediately falling back asleep. She looked down at him and began to stroke his hair. She smiled to herself at the thought that they’d been intimate only hours earlier. So much had happened in one day. She’d been caught naked with a man by Effie Trinket; a girl volunteered as tribute to protect her sister; the Capitol threatened her with flowers; and she realized she had fallen for Haymitch Abernathy.

Masterlist

#haymitch abernathy x reader #haymitch abernathy x y/n #hunger games fanfic #thg haymitch #haymitch x OC #the hunger games au

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florsial · 7 months ago

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you should totally talk about ur lily more😔 (pleasepleaplepleasepleaspeleaapleaase)

Sigh, I have a very love-hate relationship with Lily with how some of her fans can get. Unfortunately, I did post about her at some point but took it down. Truthfully, I do love her in my own personal way.

Anyways, here's some headcanons:

-She's from Spain and was raised Catholic. Her family moved to the UK and unlike Petunia, Lily settled kinda well while Petunia wasn't used to the sudden change in environment. They moved when Lily was 10 and Petunia was 12.

-I feel like people will hate me for this, but I think her friendship with Severus was one of the most important ones. First friend-first love kinda of thing. They were each other's first person and even when they part ways, Lily will still feel fond of him even when they both wronged each other (because there is no way in hell two lonely teens weren't gonna hurt each other one way or another). Modern AU version of them is just two teenage girls who don't know where the boundaries of romantic-platonic end and begin which causes a lot of weird feelings and toxicity (don't ask how I know that)

-She's like one of those people who are like "Stop doing that, you're making me stressed", and the other person just placed a book in a different place. There is always a certain way she likes things done because she feels like works better, so if another way is introduced, she will be skeptical about its efficiency

-I don't see her reading fiction books all that much. She would much prefer biographies to draw her life inspirations from, literature essays to validate her internal points, and poems for small readings to just relax with. I think if she would read nonfiction, they would definitely have an overall message that she obsesses over. However, I think she would LOVE magazines.

-Not all that into movies, I don't think she would have the patience to watch them.

-We as a fandom must never forget her skill for potions. I think in the muggle world, she was very into chemistry (I've always found this funny stereotype about religious people not liking stuff like chemistry)

-Much more easily agitated during the war. Her head was constantly filling with regrets and a back-and-forth desire to run back to Petunia or stay with the Order. Once Harry was born, she kinda had this melancholy look about her, she won't be able to return or try to make amends with her sister for a long long time, or if she's even able to. At every meeting, she had a frustrated look in her eye but when she was pregnant/after Harry's birth, she just looked like she was reluctantly accepting a terrible fate. She's happy with the family she's crafted for herself but also misses when she didn't have to go through the loneliness of making one for herself because she had Petunia and that was more than enough for Lily.

-I don't think she regrets helping muggles at all. That's not what I'm saying. I'm more in the thinking that she wanted to the comfort of her own family in a such difficult time. Jealously when Regulus dies, Sirius can finally mourn and put his family to rest while Lily fears for her family's life every day as they live, living in regret and feeling like an outcast. James and his parents and her desire for her mother when she's pregnant, yes Effie is kind, but she isn't Lily's mom. Remus has the comfort of knowing his family is safe because Lyall is a wizard, and the same can go for Peter. Lily's family probably doesn't even know what was happening.

-All that anger and frustration kinda boils over and I WISH that JK Rowling made her more angry before her death. Lily's life was unfair! She deserved to yell and scream, plea for her son's life but also cuss out Voldemort. Screaming and crying (literally), shaking with fear but also anger, and I know, female characters can be soft/sensitive/emotional, it's not a bad thing. It's just I wish she was more angry/a mess because she was seen as a witty, sharp-tongued girl! This stereotypical fierce redhead! I would've been fine with her simply pleading for her son's life even in the most pathetic way (no shame) but her personality was established as being very fierce by JK Rowling!! But this could honestly be just me and yes, I know, situations change people sometimes. I just wished there was more anger, or maybe I'm angry on her behalf lol

-Teenage Lily is the helpless romantic, the girl who reads real-life love stories to prove love is real, the girl who cheers her boyfriend on the field, and the girl with gum and finished homework notes that could be given to anyone who needed them. But 20-21 year old Lily the tired woman who cried for her mother when she had her first child, the tired woman who wanted her sister's hugs again, the tired woman with sickly green eyes and moved too slowly for a woman in her early 20s, and the tired woman who watched everyone like a hawk at Order meetings that talked of more death. She sits in the corner, the chair seemingly too big for her, or anyone for that matter, and watches with frustrations simmering under her eyes. Sometimes give a cutting remark that Sirius laughs to.

#i didn't want to get into her sexuality/romantic relationships all that much tbh its not that interesting to me #but i like seeing her narcissa or dorcas lol #ivan gets the mail #marauders era #marauders #lily evans #lily j evans #the marauders era #🫀 tag #hope u like these tehe <3

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sparkly-sediment · 10 months ago

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Pyro does the team's tax payments and legal paperwork when Ms pauling is unavailable, how else would they be able to run a company in the comics if they didn't know how finances and the economy worked??

This is one of the funniest fucking things I’ve ever heard in my life

Tf2 Pyro x finances headcanons 🔥

long, hard, slow strokes

Nah jk. I digress

Nearly the entire American Nation knows that taxes are due in April, even the tf2 mercs! But do you think they give a fuck?

Ms. Pauling did their taxes for the last five years. Pretty easy when you have everyone’s social security numbers on file!!!! 😚 efficient queen

The file doesn’t travel, but Ms Pauling does

Ms Pauling is gone.. 💔 She’s alive but on a different continent for work ( a lot of work) so the mercs are responsible for their own civic duties

They have a team meeting about it and it goes south 😤 Scout drew spy fucking the Effie tower AND lady liberty. And the inverse so then spy knocked the shit outta him and Scout started yelling, soldier started yelling, everyone started getting handsy, and then heavy hit the table and they walked out single file

Pyro doesn’t leave!! He takes the files and does tax finance magic!!! They lick themselves in the room for like eighteen hours

The mercenaries are gagged when each tax file is paper clips and passed around the table.

A few are slightly singed but they don’t mind overall

Demo gives Pyro a wet sloppy kiss on the cheek and gets very drunk!!

Somehow, Pyro got them all massive tax returns except Medic (he owed $600)

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 scout #tf2 medic #spy tf2 #tf2 solly #heavy tf2 #tf2 engineer #tf2 spy #tf2 soldier #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 pyro #pyro headcanons #pyro #he did own and operate a company

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emblemxeno · 5 months ago

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What do you think of armored units?

If I can share my experience, personally after falling into the hype about Engage's armored units, only to find out not only are they worse than FE12 armors, but that Engage somehow invented new problems for the class, I've given up on hope on IS ever being smart enough to make Armored classes work.

At this point, I think they just should ditch reclassing.

I've always loved armored units, but IMO they always struggle because they don't have things to do.

Rout, kill, boss and siege maps are done quicker by the mounted units, while infantry are good at getting early experience from positioning and picking off stragglers.

Armors having the worst Mov of all classes and not being as efficient when they do finally get to fight, screws them majorly.

The armors who tend to avoid this, are ones who exist in instances where game design is more competent like Effie and Benny in Conquest, or because they shine in particular points in the game, like Oswin in early game HHM.

Louis is good starting off in Engage because the game was intentionally designed to accomodate him being in your army during certain points, he has strong base stats, and Emblem rings are such flexible tools to patch up weak spots (hence why giving him the Sigurd ring was so popular). He falls off for the same reasons that Vander starts to fall off. Other units as they grow start to be competent in his job, and his flaws of no speed and low Movement start catching up to him. It's why Jade is comparatively worse, because she joins at a very unfortunate point in the game, right before your rings get taken and in a class that's starting to lose its steam do to more complex objectives. Again, that's what Emblem rings and reclassing are there for, so neither are unviable, but like you imply, you shouldn't have to change a unit's entire class for them to be usable.

Making them immune to Break was a good start, but that only means always using magic a tile away. A fair design decision, since that's always been what's promoted for the player to do since FE started, but other classes tend to have an 'Out' of sorts when it comes to their weakness. Flyers can move quickly away from bows, swordmasters and thieves are high evasion to circumvent damage, mages have the advantage of always having a 1-2 option so they don't have to engage, etc. The only other class that has a similar issue at its core is archers, but even then, they have a niche that no other class does, but armors don't.

If a game had more defense and survive maps, and had armor specific skills like assault troop and wary fighter more often (and can't be used in non armor classes), they'd be more of an actual viable class.

#fire emblem

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lulublack90 · 2 years ago

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Prompt 31 - Midnight Kiss

@wolfstarmicrofic Prompt 31, word count 912

It had been a bit rushed, but somehow they’d managed to pull it all together. Sirius had taken over the entirety of Potter Manor. Well, Effie and Monty had given it to him before he’d even managed to finish asking them if they could have the wedding there.

They’d set up the ballroom with rows of chairs and a raised platform in front of them. Mary had placed huge vases of white and dark blue flowers on the platform as decoration and strung fairy lights all across the back wall behind them. She’d artfully bent the wires of a few sets to form the outline of a crescent moon and a star. Sirius had nearly cried when he saw it.

Lily and Marlene wound tiny bunches of White Jasmine flowers around all the chairs. Picked by Lily for their delicate star shapes and sweet-smelling perfume. Everything else Effie had handled, refusing to take no for an answer. “I am your mother, Sirius, and I am doing this.”

She was a force to be reckoned with. She had been so efficient that everything was ready the day before the ceremony was due to start.

Sirius and Remus were dressing in separate rooms. Sirius had demanded that he get James as best man and to help him get ready. Remus had asked Peter to be his best man but said he was more than capable of dressing himself.

There was a knock on Remus’s door just as he was buttoning the last button on his shirt.

“Come in.” He said. The door slowly opened, revealing Lyall Lupin. Remus was shocked. “Dad? I, I didn’t think you’d come.” He swallowed nervously. He never knew how his father was going to react.

“What, think I’d miss walking my only son down the aisle?” Lyall asked with amusement. “Sirius came to see me with this very, very long speech. Demanding that I be here for you or he’d make my life hell. I found that I couldn’t refuse. Mainly because I’d already decided I was coming, but he seemed so determined to say what he came to say that I didn’t have the heart to disappoint him.” Remus stared at his father and then burst into laughter. Feeling even more love than he already did with Sirius.

Soon the knock came to say it was time, and Remus and Lyall followed Marlene out.

Mary would be waiting for them as she was officiating everything.

Marlene and Lily were maids of honour and bridesmaids combined. Lily would be leading Sirius. Marlene was leading Remus.

“Ready, lad?” Lyall asked, holding out his arm for Remus to take.

“More than I’ve ever been.” He grinned, linking their arms.

Sirius went first, walking behind Lily with Effie and Monty on either side of him.

Remus, Lyall and Marlene followed as soon as Sirius had reached the front.

Remus took a moment to take Sirius in. They were wearing matching suits in a deep midnight blue, almost black.

“How do you look so much better than I do?” He whined at Sirius, drooling over how the cut showed off his slim waist and thick-muscled arms.

“I could ask the same question, sweetheart,” Sirius replied, biting his bottom lip and raking his eyes lustfully over Remus.

“Rain it in, lover boys,” Mary said as she cleared her throat, preparing to begin.

Sirius heard very little of what Mary said. He was sure it was beautiful, but all he could concentrate on at the moment was Remus.

“Ahem!” His head snapped up to look at Mary.

“Sorry, got distracted.” He said sheepishly to a polite smattering of laughter from their guests.

“Do you, Sirius Orion Black, take Remus John Lupin as your lawfully wedded husband?” Mary repeated. Sirius didn’t even have to think about it.

“I do.” He sighed, looking straight into Remus’s eyes.

“And do you, Remus John Lupin, take Sirius Orion Black to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do,” Remus said, a slight blush bringing a beautiful colour to his cheeks.

“Then I pronounce you married,” Mary said, her voice thick with emotion, tears threatening to fall. “And in exactly ten seconds, you may kiss your husband.” Everyone started chanting

“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five,” They’d planned the ceremony to the second. So that they would have a midnight kiss as the world shifted into a new year.

“Four, three, two.”

“I love you,” Remus whispered, his breath ghosting over Sirius’s lips.

“One!” Everyone cheered as Sirius leaned forward, closing the gap, and they kissed for the first time as a married couple. James set off some of Dr Filibuster’s best fireworks.

They kissed again and had to be pulled away from each other so that the ballroom could be changed for the reception party.

“Well, Mr Lupin. How does it feel to be married?” Remus grinned at Sirius.

“Amazing Mr Lupin. How about you?” Sirius couldn’t wipe the smile off his face at being addressed for the first time as Mr Lupin.

“Amazing as well. However, I am wondering how long we need to be here before people are too drunk to notice we’ve snuck away.” He murmured into Sirius’s ear.

“Oh, sod that,” Sirius growled, grabbing Remus’s wrist and dragging him out for the ballroom as chairs and fireworks flew above their heads. “It’s our party we can do what we want.”

“Godric, I love you.” Remus sighed as he let himself be taken upstairs into Sirius’s room.

#wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #remus lupin #sirius black #remus john lupin #sirius orion black #remus x sirius #sirius x remus #james potter #lily evans #mary macdonald #marlene mckinnon #effie potter #monty potter #lyall lupin #peter pettigrew #Midnight kiss #happy new year #marauders wedding

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forthedancingandthethriving · 2 years ago

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Code Deities

The Abyss

(It technically is, SUE ME.)

Role - The Nothing/The Beginning

The creator of Duck/ClearAll, Database, and Abyssal. Originally starting out as just an instinctual mass (and just the hardware that makes up Luke's computer IRL), it loathes its first creations for daring to leave it behind once they were created. Following it accumulating enough junk data to actually become sentient, it attempted once to enact its plan (Unveiled Secrets). It didn't work, so now it waits below. Plotting.

Database

Roles - Life and Creation

Introduced here!

A True Fusion between the first Admin, Virus, Moderator, and Program. Created alongside ClearAll, the Code World was created both as a world for others to inhabit and to keep the Abyss out and away. Following this, they filled with world with life, an event where the world started to break down occurred. Following their exhaustive efforts to keep it up, they fused to make Database.

They and Duck do not get along at ALL considering their past treatment of him, but they are very aware (and a bit ashamed) that their treatment of him did have consequences.

ClearAll/Duck the Codeless (belongs to @duckapus )

Roles - Death and Destruction

Introduced here / here!

Having used to reside in the Code World, he disappeared for a period of time, throwing everything into chaos before all the bad things spawning from his departure was stuffed into the God Box. Due to him being feared and unjustly hated by those merely for his role, ClearAll took on the name Duck and now resides in the SM64 universe, doing his job passively.

He and Database do not get along at all for very valid reasons on his end.

Abyssal

Roles - Order and Chaos

Created by the Abyss originally to spread chaos and destruction, she was instead kind at heart, growing to care and love for those around her. She ended up joining the Adminspace, and from there, she used the events that have happened and twisted them to make it seem like she had done them whenever she reported to the Abyss. Following Unveiled Secrets, her connection to it was severed by Avatar Sora.

Abyssal doesn't particularly like being referred to as a goddess, but the kids at the very least insisted she decide on her role in case she ever needs to use her status. They helped her decide on Order and Chaos since she was in the middle of helping them set up a prank at the time.

Efficiency/Effi

Role - Time

The reclusive and avoidant deity of Time. They reside in the Time Realm, watching over all pasts, presents, and futures. They're very serious about their job and don't take kindly to people intentionally messing with the flow of time. They have trouble understanding people, due to their self-imposed isolation, but the Mirror Sprites are there to help them out.