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day nineteen - ptsd

notes: for those who wanted a follow-up to 'presumed dead' and 'survivor's guilt', this one's for you

TW for (another) plane crash

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Trauma was a beast. It didn’t discriminate against who it affected or how, it just did. Trauma could (and would) change every aspect of your life. Trauma could make you unrecognizable.

Kelly Severide was completely different after the plane crash than he was before.

To the untrained, unfamiliar eye, Kelly seemed fine. He did his job to the level of excellence that was usually associated with him, he still hung out off-shift at Molly’s with the rest of the crew, he still taught classes at the Academy, and he still spent the rest of his free time with Stella. Those who knew Kelly, however, knew better.

They were aware of the nightmares and sleepless nights, how he often isolated himself in the firehouse, how he was quieter than usual, and how he was still attending regular therapy appointments of his own volition despite already being cleared by the CFD’s psychologist; they saw it all.

It has been six months since the plane crash and Kelly’s friends and teammates still struggled to find a way to help him. In the initial days after the accident and Kelly’s return to Chicago, the CFD chaplain and psychologist stopped by the station to help them all through the shock and trauma. The further removed from the situation they got, the easier it became to return to “normal”. 

But not for Stella. And definitely not for Kelly. Their “normal” died when the plane went down and now, they were grappling with what their new normal would look like.

It was a challenge they faced every day.

… … …

Kelly was having a good day—a good week—for the first time in months. He’d been sleeping better, was more talkative, and had even started teasing Capp again. It was a welcomed sight for his wife and teammates. 

But all good things must come to an end, as had been the usual for a while now.

It all started when Squad was called out with Squad 7 to a rescue on Lake Michigan. Dispatch had reported a crash and they assumed, at first, that a few boats had collided. Pulling up to the scene, they quickly learned that was not the case. 

There, slowly sinking in the water of Lake Michigan, was a small plane. One of the wings had already sunk below the waterline and the rest of the plane was sure to follow soon. There was no time to waste; if there were still survivors, they needed out as soon as possible.

Cruz, Capp, and Tony shared a look before looking at their Lieutenant. This call was going to be a hard one, one that was sure to stir up some very unpleasant memories. If he needed to sit this one out, if he needed them to step up, they would with no hesitation and with no judgment. Even the guys from Squad 7 shot a look to Severide–news of the plane crash and Kelly’s almost demise had quickly made the rounds through the CFD, as had the after effects on Kelly. The CFD rumor mill was strong and things like that tended to spread fast.

They all watched as Severide took a deep breath and steeled himself. In a surprise to no one, Severide jumped right into action and started dishing out orders and directions. Within seconds there were Squad divers and boats in the water heading towards the plane. 

… … …

It was a hard rescue, physically and emotionally. The damage to the plane was worse than they expected and of the six passengers on the plane, three were still alive but only one made it to the hospital alive. It wasn’t until after all the bodies and rescuers were out of the water that all of the victims of the crash were in the same family.

The ride back to the firehouse was a quiet one; no one spoke, no one made the usual jokes to help lighten the mood as they normally did after rough calls. There was a heaviness in the truck, memories of a situation so similar just a few months prior stirring up all too familiar feelings of grief that the loved ones of the victims lost today would be feeling.

When they pulled back into the station, Cruz, Capp, and Tony all climbed out of the truck as soon as it was parked. They were almost to the common room before they realized Severide wasn’t following them. Turning to look back at the Squad truck, they noticed Severide was still sitting in his spot in the passenger seat, staring off into space.

“Should we?” Capp asked, gesturing towards Severide and the Squad truck.

Cruz sighed and shook his head. “Give him a minute and we’ll send Stella out to talk to him.”

They continued into the common room where the rest of their teammates were.

“Hey! Squad’s back!” Mouch called out. “How was the call?”

The members of Squad sighed and collapsed into the first seat they could find. They were bone tired, not just from the physicality required during the rescue but the emotional drain as well.

“That well huh?”

“A plane crashed into Lake Michigan,” Cruz answered, blankly. “Six victims, all members of the same family. Only one made it to the hospital alive and it’s touch and go.”

The rest of the team sat up quickly in their seats at the mention of a plane crash. Stella, specifically, looked ready to throw up. All the fear and emotion from six months ago came flooding back at the mere mention of a plane crash. “Where’s Kelly?”

“He’s in the truck still.” Cruz started but before he could finish Stella was out of her seat and rushing to the truck bay.

The others watched her leave.

“How is he?” Boden asked, fully prepared to call in replacements for both his Squad and Truck lieutenants.

“He was great at the scene—collected and professional as always.” Tony answered.

Capp continued. “He kind of shut down in the truck on the way back though. Then again, we all did.”

“It shook him up more than he wanted us to see,” Cruz added. “And now that he doesn’t have a rescue to focus on, I think it’s all hitting him.” 

Boden nodded. He couldn’t imagine what the Squad Lieutenant was feeling. “I’ll call in a floater for Kidd.” He looked at Cruz. “You okay to lead Squad for the rest of shift?”

“Yes Chief.”

… … …

Stella knew Kelly needed to go home after that call. She knew he wouldn’t be in the right headspace to continue the rest of the shift. She would’ve been more worried if he’d tried to fight her and Boden on the decision but the fact that he accepted being sent home without so much as a word told Stella the call had affected him far more than she realized. 

Kelly didn’t say a word the entirety of the ride home or the trip up to the loft. He barely made it in the front door before dropping his bag and heading to take a shower. 

Stella didn’t push or try to get him to talk. She knew he’d come talk to her eventually; she could see it bubbling up just under the surface. 

She tried to keep the nerves at bay while waiting for Kelly to get out of the shower but as ten minutes turned to thirty, Stella became even more worried. She made her way to the bathroom and knocked on the closed door. “Kelly?”

She heard the shower still running but didn’t hear a response from Kelly. Opening the door, Stella entered the bathroom where she found Kelly on the floor of the shower, pushed up against the glass wall with his knees to his chest. Despite not being in the water’s direct stream and the water still being hot, Kelly was shaking. 

Stella grabbed a towel, quickly turned the water off, and knelt down in front of Kelly. She draped the towel around him and it was then that Stella realized Kelly wasn’t shaking from the cold–he was shaking from the hyperventilating sobs wracking his body. Recognizing a panic attack, Stella moved closer to Kelly, the knees and legs of her jeans now thoroughly soaked from the shower floor, and grabbed his hand. “Kelly? Hey, focus on me. I need you to breathe..”

“I - I can’t.” Kelly choked out. 

“Yes you can,” Stella nodded encouragingly. She moved his hand to her chest. “Focus on my breathing.”  

It took several agonizing minutes but Kelly finally managed to get his breathing under control. When Kelly was ready, Stella helped him dry off and get changed and sat him on the couch with a cup of coffee while she quickly ducked into their bedroom to change herself. 

She joined Kelly on the couch and her heart hurt to see his hands still shaking. Stella just hugged him close, vowed to be there for him whenever he was ready to talk, and prayed this was just a blip in his recovery and not an entire setback.

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Beni Böyle Sev - 78. Bölüm

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As Iron Sharpens Iron

"As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another." Proverbs 27:17

Beta-read by @dragonrider9905

Chapter 10:

Previous // Next

Warnings: Miscommunication, angst.

A/N: Sorry this one is so short! I promise the action and excitement will be back next chapter! 😁

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“Wait!” Hunter called out, standing up to follow you down the ramp, “I can explain!”

He rushed to the door, determined to follow you down the ramp, but he paused, feeling Echo’s hand on his shoulder.

“I’d give her a bit,” he advised. Hunter sighed and sat back down.

“Well that went well.” Tech clapped a hand to Hunter’s shoulder, then pushed his goggles further up on his face as he turned back to the cockpit to finish up the project he’d been working on.

“Wait, I’m confused,” Wrecker got off his bunk, “Hunter and Tara?”

Hunter sighed. “No! It’s not like that! I mean…”

Echo put his hand on Omega’s shoulder, attempting to direct her back to her room.

“Then what is it like, Hunter?” Omega asked, pushing Echo’s hand from her.

Hunter felt his chest tighten as he saw the hurt on her face. “It’s nothing, Omega. Go to your room.”

Omega crossed her arms, making no move to obey the command. “No! It’s not nothing! She obviously likes you and…” she paused to take a breath, looking down, “...and I thought you liked her too!”

“I do like her Omega… it’s just complicated. You’ll understand when you’re older.”

Omega frowned at him. “I’m old enough.” she said defiantly. “You taught me that communication with your squad is important.”

Hunter didn’t respond, he knew she was right.

Omega sighed in frustration. “This is why we talk to each other, Hunter! You should’ve told her!”

“I know, Omega. I messed up. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not all your fault, you know.” she said softer, putting a hand on his knee.

“She’s right,” Echo chimed in, “We all need to do better at communicating with each other.”

“Yeah…” agreed Wrecker, and turned back to Hunter.

“Really? Tara? Huh… gotta say I didn't expect that.”

Hunter glared. “I told you it wasn't like that. I was putting away some supplies and she came onto me, okay? She had a few too many drinks after the mission on Dantooine. She came onto me, started feeling me up and kissing me. Caught me by surprise and I pushed her away, told her I wasn't interested.”

Wrecker whistled “Damn, you're a popular man these days.” He chuckled, “I totally woulda let Tara kiss me.”

Echo elbowed him, “Not helping, Wrecker…”

“Oh. Sorry, Hunter.”

“It’s fine, Wreck.”

Echo gave Hunter a sympathetic look before retreating to the cockpit as well to help with repairs. The last mission had been hard on the Marauder as well as the mood of the team.

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An outline for a great One Piece fan fiction called Across the Distance by @tciddaemina

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The K2 [Deo Keitu]’s whumps’ list

[referred to main male character: Kim Je Ha, portrayed by Ji Chang Wook]

Season 1

.01: laying in bed and groaning waking up, bloody bandages and many cuts, heavely panting, crawling out of bed and holding his dressed flank, many grunts and groaning in pain, looking out for support and heavily panting, molested in street, somebody ran on him, folding in pain and holding his flank, tugged, rough fights twice, limping and panting, conflicted and tears in his eyes, exhausted, worried and agitated, fought against multiple opponents simultaneously, bloody lip and blood drops on his undershirt, attacked and fought against multiple opponents.

.02: memories of war during agitated sleep: gunfight and shot; rough awakening, heavely panting and moaning, rough fight, brief scuffle, under gunpoint, tied and gagged, manhandled, groaning in effort, bloody wrist for handcuffs, broken his own thumb to free himself and groaning in pain, brief scuffle and bloody cut near his eye, fought against multiple opponents simultaneously and bloody lip, tazered and fallen to the ground, wobbly and heavily panting, shocked.

.03: bloody lip eye and wrist from previous episode, shocked, chased and into a remote controlled car, into a car accident, upside down car, bloody face and wobbly, panting and groaning, helped getting out the car, bloody and many cuts, heavily panting and wobbly, exploded car and blasting, on his knees, hit at his back by a debris, groaning in pain and collapsed, passed out and laying defenseless, in hospital bed restrained, hand in plaster and various cuts, sore, difficult confrontation, limping, shocked and painful memories, fought against multiple opponents simultaneously.

.04: panic attack, feeling sick and heavily panting, helped standing up, collapsed on his knees and heavily panting, exhausted, painful memories and screaming, heavily panting, rough fights and chased, plaster removed, (ridicolous) sparring, scars on his body, attacked and fought against multiple opponents simultaneously.

.05: alarmed, panting, fought against multiple opponents, manhandled (fake), embarassed.

.06: painful memories (upset and grief, hit at his neck and knocked out, emotional pain and distraught, screaming and crying, under gunpoint, arrested and dragged away), upset and sad, alarmed and worried.

.07: worried and agitated, upset and panting, conflicted, chased, saddened.

.08: argued, brief scuffles, rough fight, bruised and bloody face, eyebrow patch, almost fallen from the roof and sore.

.09: eyebrow patch and bruised face from previous episode, argued, nervous, agitated and worried, heavily panting, shocked, pensive, nightmare and sweating, rough awakening and heavily panting.

.10: eyebrow patch and cut on his cheek from previous episodes, restless and conflicted, tense and worried, argued, attacked with soporific gas, fought against multiple opponents twice, on the floor dizzy and bloody cut on his face, unstable on his leg and collapsed, passed out on the floor, dabbing the blood on his face and snorting in frustration, accepted a suicide mission, emotional.

.11: undercover into a suicide mission and exposed, under gunpoint and almost shot, into a furious gunfight, conflicted and heavily panting, uneasy, slapped at his back and gasped in pain, uneasy and unable to sleep, uncomfortable, laying belly down and bruised back treated, cut disinfected and covered with a patch, painful memories and comforted, silent tear.

.12: cut on his cheek from previous episodes, worried, frustrated and conflicted, shocked.

.13: grabbed and restrained.

.14: restrained from previous episode, fought and chased, fought against multiple opponents twice, hanging outside a building, jumped and rough landing, shot in the flank, sweating and groaning, rescued and barely conscious, chased by police, laying unconscious and bloody on a gurney, in surgery attached to a ventilator and bullet removed, cardiac arrest and CPR, used defribillator several times, dream (about being injured and bloody, collapsed and unresponsive), recovering and laying unconscious with IVs, wobbly and groaning trying to get up, emotional and crying, moaning and panting, sitting on the gurney and holding his flank, sieged.

.15: still injured from previous episode, sitting on the gurney and holding his flank, sieged, grimacing and moving slowly, punched on the wound and on his knees, punched to the ground and gasping in pain, under gunpoint and rescued at very last minute, moaning in pain and helped standing up, shirt stained with blood and heavily panting, pale and sweating, under gunpoint and harsh confrontation, conflicted, brief scuffles, receiving upsetting news, fought and into a gunfight, bleeding again, heavily panting and groaning, agitated and worried, upset, sore and panting, fought against multiple armed opponents simultaneously, rough fights and bloody head, heavily panting and sweating, hit at his head again and almost passed out, rough fight and bloody collar of his shirt, screaming in frustration.

.16: still badly injured from previous episodes and bloody head, worried and agitated, weak and unstable on his legs, heavily panting and sweating, crashed into his girlfriend and fallen to the floor, fought against multiple opponents, folded and collapsed on his knees, unconscious on a dtretcher and rushed to the infirmary bay, tented to his injuries, agitated, holding his torso and groaning, heavily panting and sweating, blackmailed, shot in the leg and collapsed on the floor, helped walking, upset, walking using the wall as supoprt and stumbled repeatedly, helped getting up and walking, into an elevator in free fall.

Field Surgery by Arlothia [ref. ep. 1.16]; Cat and Mouse by Arlothia [original]; Narrow Escape by Arlothia [ref. ep. 1.01]; "Please" by Arlothia [ref. ep. 1.16].

[gins-potter]

I love that Matt and Kelly have been each other's constants for 2 decades and always have each other's backs.

I also love that Sevasey aren't afraid to be vulnerable or a little soft with each other despite how closed off and stoic the individual characters can be, especially Matt. Throughout season 10, it felt like Kelly was missing his person, and it wasn't Stella.

Some of my favourite Sevasey scenes or things:

Them calling each other Case or Sev

Backing each other up even when other people are making them doubt themselves (like when Kelly was investigating one of his dad's old cases, and everyone thought he had lost perspective but Matt).

Being there without question (Matt getting Kelly back to51 after Shay and letting him live with him and Kelly letting Matt stay with him after Matt's place burned down).

When Matt talked to Kelly about his feelings for Stella in season 6 and told him those feeling wouldn't go away anytime soon.

Kelly trying to hold on to Matt in the ambulance after his head injury.

Kelly being worried about Matt after Gabby left.

They aren't afraid to give each other reassuring touches, whether it's a hand on the shoulder or a big hug.

Matt returning for the Stellaride wedding. I wasn't a fan of the episode, honestly, and the way they did Matt and Brettsey dirty, but Matt and Kelly's talk and then Matt saving the wedding were the highlights of that episode.

What are some of your favourite Sevasey scenes or moments?

Do you have any least favourite scenes or storylines? I wasn't a massive fan of Kelly in the Bria storyline.



Honestly, I've been holding on to this ask for months and months waiting for when I would have time to sit down and organise my thoughts about Sevasey but you've pretty much summed up what I love about Sevasey. Either platonically or romantically it's just such an organic relationship that has grown so much over the seasons. I do love the angsty-ness of the s2 mid-season finale where Sev's holding Casey down after his TBI. Also in s3 when 51's truck gets hit, and Sev goes all protective mode. I basically love Casey whump and protective Sev ha ha.

The ones I don't like so much were whenever they disagreed on a call. I didn't mind the tension between them in s1 because I think that more reflected where they were at with their relationship in general. But whenever it popped up after that season, it was just like eugh. Because I feel like Matt always questioned himself and Sev just assumed he was right and bleugh.

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Reciprocity

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52733029 by AtropaAzraelle (Polyoxyethylene), Sev Dragomire (seventhe) Detective Connor Anderson is called to a crime scene with his partner, HK800 'Hank', but when Connor gets hurt Hank takes him home. And a year of longing comes to a head. Words: 26319, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Hank Anderson, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Minor Original Characters - Character Relationships: Hank Anderson/Connor Additional Tags: reverse au, case goes badly, Idiots in Love, Frottage, totally non-sexual massage, showering with your work parter you're desperately in love with is normal right, Minor whump, Android Hank Anderson, Detective Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Unresolved Sexual Tension, Masturbation read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52733029

[limetimo]

Who You Really Are by Ayolen Severus is a girl and he swaps bodies with Lily via a potions accident; Sev in Lily's body is a Marauder's magnet and Lily in Sev's body says yes to a date with Regulus

Fire In Love by English is my death (Lena013) One Piece's Ace, Sabo and Luffy get reincarnated as Regulus, Lily and Harry and they might not live happily ever after but they do live happily for a little while. Very nice

two coffins for sleep by Anonymous for brightened ♥♥♥ Severus treats Regulus' cave-poisioning

The Unknowable Room by QSWP I'm really interested to know where this is going. Lily and Regulus get stuck in a deathly escape room, escape with their life intact, but the mystery remains to be solved

The Depths of the Abyss by Anonymous ♥♥♥♥♥ Wartime Bartylus my beloved I am soft I am tender

Everything Has Changed (Taylor's version) by Youvebeenfandomed Reg gets yote to 1995

Double date by Arik_readsbooks Pandalily Jegulus doubledate!

You've Got Us by Arik_readsbooks Barty and Evan comfort Regulus when he's a saddo

l'éphémère (the ephemeral) by anouri Ballet dancer Regulus gets hit by James on a motorcycle and his leg is FUCKED and since he hit da bricks and changed his name he has nobody to help him while he recovers and so James takes it on himself and it's slowburn

Of Middle Names and Myth by DefinitelyNotStraight bamf blacks

A (somewhat unconventional) Black Family Getaway by Trex_patronus PoA but Regulus is also a Azkaban escapee ♥♥♥

Grey by Nevermindmeatall182 a lot of Regulus whump, read the tags

After all, he's mine by anauro for otrtbs ♥♥♥♥♥ Bad Romance by Lady Gaga is the BArtylus soundtranck bye

Tempest by pjxckson James loses a bet, models nude for an art class, and has sex with Regulus in the bathroom

someday by justwhatialwayswanted crying screaming throwing up I love them your honour Regulus/Evan

tomorrow by justwhatialwayswanted CRYING SCRAMING THROWING UP I LOVE THEM SO MUCH YOUR HONOUR Regulus legally breaks Barty out of Azkaban

daisy chain lovers by Beyond_the_Grace Regulus fucks off to muggle world and dates petunia evans and the world is a better place and harry grows up loved

we'll be okay, won't we? by bee_the_nerd good vibes good vibes, Jegulily!

birthright and brotherhood by paldogangsaan Sirius runs away. Regulus ensures he can remain free.

The Curse of Juno by LdyBastet Lucius/Severus sexy times but Reg is mentioned so like, good enough

Severus' Garden by Bonfoi severus is looking for a husby amongst his past lovers

Black Out by ThinLine_Archivist Severus and Sirius have sex, and talk about regulus

To Touch by OnceUponaLegend Regulus as a Thing for Severus' hands, gentle smut

We are all Stardust by rrosie_08 Seer REgulus ayo Jegulus to be

hearts are wild creatures by brightened Black bros incest also sad

Unresting Death by brightened Sirius is upsetti

Forced to Stay by w0scarz muggle au, regulus has to stay with sirius after their parents perish in a oh so mysterious fire

𝔻𝔼𝕁𝔸 𝕍𝕌 by august (cassiehowardstherapist), cassiehowardstherapist regulus is put in Sirius' custody rather unexpectedly, enither of them likes it

Domestic Life, Was Never Quite My Style by Ick_arus Regulus holds harry for the first time

Good summer, Mr Thomas? by BennieLee Out of Lake Quite Mad but from Dean Thomas' view. Regulus looked much saner from the outside than from the inside

sun and shadow by justwhatialwayswanted marauders era ppl in percy jackson au, Regulus the son of hades has a c r u s h on Evan teh son on afrodita and what would you say it might be mutual (it'S sooooooo mutual Regulus is just oblivious)

The Way We Hold Hands by moonshinemaker modern AU Jegulus and Wolfstar "You bitch why are you dating my best friend/brother" we do love to see it

leo by swirlees Regulus survives and becomes a Creatures profesor

supernova by swirlees Creatures professor Regulus Black would like his estranged brother to stop being a bitch and get caught finally. Also hi hello what a good big black doggo yes

A Full Guide To Gardening For Amateurs by aphrsditea James is bipolar and ADHD and Sirius is in AFRICA and James for got to take his pills... quite a few days in row... and his flowers are dying... but his new mysterious mean but pretty neighbour Regulus has really nice plants so maybe he'll help James save his? I devoured this like, in a day

A Way Out by Anonymous a comics! Peter and Regulus the boyfriedns ♥♥♥ meet up to discuss what to do now that they know about horcruxes.

La Sylphide by pjxckson Ballet dancer regulus is so ♥ jegulus

The First of Many by zeddmarker JEgulily dating! Regulily got together first and i like that

Fated to Fall by ouzell soulamates au jegulus

the world i close my eyes to see by tonberrys blind regulus, he gets around

Unmanageable Mischief Podcast by jeepcharlie modern hogwarts podcast!

where the ice burns by jelenaRusso Regulus in Azkaban huhueheehhe ♥♥♥

Bound By Strings by moonyfest the wallout of war in au where regulus was a spy (read the first part first it'll make more sense) Jegulus and marylily

The Consequences Of Our Actions by Dancersock for Booktopus Jegulily domestic fluff!

All the things you want me to do by Samunderthelights Regulus gets drunk and ends up in Jily's bedroom. They might want more than just sex

Dark Red by veriableflowers Jegulily smut but with a lot of emotions

Unexpected turn of events by Morriguns_box James and Regulus semi-accidentally walk in on Lily domming Severus, they both realise they're kinda into that. Endgame Lily/Reg and James/Severus. James POV

Made Real by Maeglin_Yedi Lily fucked up. I don't know how to tell you this girl but PERHAPS the solution to your husband being hit with an infertility curse is NOT designing a magic ring that will trap you until you have sex with the person you're trapped with. Oh how the tables turn, dead dove do not eat

Snakeface by Mr_Customs_Man Marauders pull a prank, it gets out of the hand in unexpected ways, Severus/Regulus and Severus/James

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A new chapter is out!

Some very intense moments between James and Sev take place. I hope you'll like it and let me know what you think.

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#4

Prooooompt!! When Sev gets bullied by a group of kids, James is forced to look back and confront his own past behaviour. --- I'd love it if Sirius and Remus are there, too, and I'd love for Lily to get angry at some point. I kind of see this happening during the time where Sev and James' relationship is not so good (which is a very ample period of time, lol), but feel free to modify the idea as you want.

Thanks so much for this prompt, I really loved it! Wish I could've managed to include everything, but I'm delighted you still liked it so much.

Also, shout-out to @evilbeanghost for reading it beforehand and helping me see I was fretting over nothing, hahaha. Thanks, dear.

Also on AO3.

Looking in the Mirror

I. First Warning

It happens during his first week at school and Severus is paralysed by terror as he waits by the headmaster’s door. His fears are confirmed when not only Lily but James, too, turn the corner. He is in big trouble. For starters, he had no idea they would call any parents after just one fight. In addition, he has thrown the first punch, so the bruise blossoming on his own cheek had been written off as self-defence and he is the only one facing serious consequences.

He wants to cry. He wants to run. Instead, he digs his trembling fingers in the wooden bench. As soon as Lily is close enough, she crouches down. Her fingers brush against his unscathed cheek.

“Oh, Sev, what happened?”

“I reckon it’s pretty obvious,” James snaps coldly, stopping just behind her.

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31 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

#3

I saw this picrew on my dash earlier today and thought it was really cute.

Tagging @hklnvgl, @napo-con-fritas and anyone else who wants to try it out.

42 notes - Posted November 16, 2022

#2

Fic Rec Friday (BNHA edition)

Endeavor-centric

Just Watch Me, by WhiteWinterDragon (WIP, 13k). Rei disappears and Endeavor must take care of their four children.

Splitting Rocks, by iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid (one shot, 22k). Endeavor gets trapped in a time loop.

Aizawa-centric

All Might's pen pal, by xweapon (complete, 27k). Erasermight. Aizawa sends a drunk email to All Might as he falls for Toshinori.

Gold, the colour of fear, by RedResin (one shot, 2k). Aizawa comforts Eri after a nightmare.

All Might-centric

Been Seen, by siriusfan13 (one shot, 1k). Pre-canon. "Being seen and being noticed are not the same thing. Yagi Toshinori knows this well."

Learning to Trust, by siriusfan13 (WIP, 86k). Gen, whump and hidden identity —not much else I could ask for. All Might wants to get to know the UA staff before revealing his identity to them. Lots of Aizawa and Present Mic as well.

The Torrid Affair of All Might and Yagi Toshinori, by speedwagons-glorious-mane (WIP, 3k). More All Might trying desperately to hide his identity.

misconceptions, by h1lo (one shot, 631). Nana's first impressions of Yagi Toshinori.

When Baby Birds Try to Fly, by pillowspace (one shot, 4k). Nana & Toshi, before she gives him OFA.

Let Them Eat Cake, by academiccockroach (one shot, 13k). Orphan Toshi bites (a lot) as he meets Nana and Gran Torino for the first time.

Breaking Down, by FloFlow (WIP, 13k). Nana deals with her own demons after abandoning Kotaro when Toshinori gets sick.

56 notes - Posted October 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Two truths, one lie

Tagged by @supermarketcrayons, thank you!

My favourite sport is football.

I've never been in New York.

I have a green thumb.

Feel free to guess!

84 notes - Posted July 9, 2022

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day one - stab wound

notes: hi friends and welcome to febwhump 2024 or sev whump as I've been calling it. that's right, 29 days where I hurt or torture everyone's favorite squad lieutenant!

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It was a calm night at Molly’s, something the members of Firehouse 51 desperately needed after the past few shifts they’d had. The first cold snap of the season had brought snow and ice along with it, causing multiple car accidents and house fires that made for hectic shifts.

The entirety of 51’s second shift, even Boden, had made it to Molly’s that night. They all wanted to relax with a beer or two before heading to their homes for two days of well-deserved rest. The only one who hadn’t made it to Molly’s yet was Kelly, who’d met at the Fire Academy with the other instructors. Stella expected him soon though, he’d texted her when he left the Academy and told her he was heading over.

The relaxing night everyone so desperately wanted was promptly ruined when the door to Molly’s burst open and a young woman, barely over 21, ran into the bar. Her hair was wild, and mascara-stained tear streaks painted her cheeks, but the most alarming thing to everyone in the room was the bright red blood staining her hands.

“Help, please!” She cried from the door. “Someone call 911!”

It was those magic words that made everyone jump into action. The members of 51 sprang to their feet and ran towards the girl. Brett and Violet reached her first, immediately followed by the others.

Brett and Violet started checking her for injuries. “What’s your name sweetie?” Violet asked.

“M-Meagan.”

“Hi Meagan,” Brett said with a smile, trying to calm the girl. “Can you tell us what happened? Where are you hurt?”

Meagan shook her head. “No no no, it’s not me. You have to help him!”

“Help who? What happened?” Stella asked.

“My friend, Ava, and I were walking home and one of the guys from the bar down the street was following us, harassing us. He grabbed Ava’s arm and started being aggressive with her. Then this other guy runs up, pulls him away, and stands in between us and him. He told him to leave but the guy pulled a knife and he just…. he stabbed him!” Meagan explained, a fresh round of tears running down her face. “Ava’s in nursing school, she started applying pressure but he needs help!”

Boden pulled the phone away from his ear, 911 dispatch still on the line. “CPD and an ambo are a few minutes out.”

“Let’s go,” Herrmann ordered. He grabbed the first aid kit from behind the bar and led the group out of Molly's and into the chilly Chicago night.

It didn't take them long at all to find what they were looking for. There on the ground, on the other side of the street, was their victim. The closer they got though, they realized their victim wasn’t just a good Samaritan who tried to help someone in need.

“Oh my god,” Stella exclaimed. “Kelly!”

Stella sprinted the last few feet and dropped to her knees by Kelly’s side. Her eyes roamed over his body and her stomach dropped. Stella had never been one to be squeamish but the sight of her husband’s blood pouring onto the sidewalk made bile rise in her throat.

Out of the corner of her eye, Stella saw Ritter helping Ava up and Brett and Violet beginning to try and help Kelly but her focus was solely on Kelly. His eyes were glassy, and Stella could tell he was fighting to stay awake.

She moved closer to his head and laid a hand on his cheek, trying to keep his attention. “Hey, Kelly, stay awake ok?”

“Stell-“ Kelly started, quietly.

“Shhh, I’m right here,” Stella shushed him gently. “Don’t try and talk ok? Help’s on the way.”

“Girls?”

“They’re ok,” Stella said, a sad smile on her face. “You saved them.”

At Stella’s assurance that Ava and Meagan were safe, Kelly lost his hold on consciousness.

“No, no, no, Kelly!” Stella yelled, panicked. She tapped his cheek but Kelly didn’t respond.

Stella turned towards Brett and Violet, hoping for some reassurance, but the grim looks on their faces did the opposite. “What-?”

“The bleeding won’t stop,” Violet growled, frustrated. She tossed the bloodied gauze to the side, where a terrifying pile of soiled gauze had rapidly grown over the last few minutes.

Brett’s hands replaced Violet’s with fresh gauze, but it quickly began turning red. “I think the knife might have hit his spleen,” she said grimly.

“Where the hell is the ambulance?!” Stella cried.

“They’re pulling up now!” Cruz called from the street. He and the others from 51 had formed a barrier around their downed teammate and friend, keeping the curious masses away from the scene.

Sure enough, the street was soon bathed in sirens and flashing red and blue lights as the ambulance and a few CPD cruisers arrived. The paramedics made quick work getting Severide stable enough for transport. They loaded him into the ambulance, Stella climbing in right after. 

“Stella,” Boden called from the doors of the ambulance. “We’ll meet you at the hospital as soon as we can.”

Stella gave a curt nod and turned her attention back to Kelly. Boden closed the ambulance doors and thumped it twice, signaling it was good to go.

The ambulance took off, lights and sirens blaring toward Med, leaving the shell-shocked group of first responders behind, drowning in a sea of red and blue and concern for their friend. 

… … …

It was barely controlled chaos in the ambulance. Stella had taken over applying pressure to the wound while the paramedic got Kelly hooked up to the monitors and an IV started.

No matter how much pressure Stella applied, or how much she begged and pleaded, the bleeding just wouldn’t stop. Her husband, the love of her life, was bleeding out right in front of her and there was nothing she could do to stop it. This was not how their story was supposed to end–after everything they’d been through, this wasn’t how things were supposed to go. 

Tears fell from Stella’s eyes. It’d been a while since she acted as a paramedic but the knowledge hadn’t left her. She knew Kelly had lost a lot of blood…was still losing a lot of blood. He needed surgery and transfusions and a hospital and he needed it fast but Stella knew there was no guarantee even that would be enough to save him. 

Her mental and emotional turmoil was interrupted by the paramedic taking over holding pressure on the wound with fresh gauze. 

Stella moved away towards Kelly’s head. She grabbed one of his hands, squeezed it, and leaned in close to him. “Don’t leave me, Kelly Severide. Don’t leave me.”

… … …

Stella had been alone in the waiting room for almost half an hour when the rest of 51 rolled in. They spotted Stella immediately and quickly hurried to her side. Brett and Violet, both now free of Severide’s blood, sat on either side of her and wrapped their arms around her.

“Any update?” Brett asked gently.

“They’re still working on him. Maggie said she’d update me as soon as she could.” Stella answered flatly. She was numb at this point. “Are Meagan and Ava ok?”

“PD took their statements and escorted them back to their apartments.” Boden shared, looking at Stella carefully. “Physically, they’ll both be fine. Mentally and emotionally, well…they’ve been connected with some resources to help them with that.”

Stella nodded. She understood that; they’d all be pretty messed up mentally and emotionally for a while. Seeing someone you love, a friend and teammate, bleeding out on the pavement will do that. 

“What about the asshole who did this?” 

“Cameras in the area caught the harassment and the stabbing, along with the guy’s face.” Mouch chimed in. “The officers on scene are looking for him and Trudy called Voight, so now Intelligence is involved as well. They’ll get him.”

Nodding, Stella went to say something else before jumping out of her seat at the sight of Maggie entering the waiting room.

“How is he?” Stella asked desperately. 

“Dr. Marcel took him into surgery a few minutes ago. Scans confirmed the knife hit his spleen,” Maggie explained gently. It was always hard when a first responder was hurt but the entire Med team had soft spots for the firefighters of Firehouse 51. “He’ll be in surgery for a few hours. If you want to move up to the surgical waiting room, I’ll have someone keep you updated.”

“Thanks Maggie.”

 … … …

It was several hours later, long past midnight, when Stella and the others got the news they had been desperately waiting to hear: Severide was out of surgery and would make a full recovery. 

Dr. Marcel had been able to save his spleen but they’d be keeping a close eye on Kelly in the ICU for a few days to make sure no more bleeding occurred. Kelly also had to have several blood transfusions, so he’d be weaker than normal as his body recuperated. 

He’d be off work for a while and would need PT and a lot of rest but he would heal. 

Everyone in the waiting room was relieved, the stress of the night falling off of them. Stella once again had tears streaming down her face only this time, they were tears of joy. 

“Thank you, Dr. Marcel.”

“You’re welcome,” Dr. Marcel said. He hugged Stella briefly then stepped back. “He’s in recovery now but they’ll be moving him to a room soon. Visiting hours are over but we’ll make it so you guys can see him for a minute. Stella, you’ll be able to stay overnight with him but the rest of you should go home and get some sleep.”

There were nods all around. After years as first responders, they were all seasoned pros regarding hospital and visitation guidelines. They were all just grateful they’d be able to see Severide.

Stella was thankful she was automatically given the green light to stay with Kelly in the ICU. She was prepared to do whatever it took to stay with her husband, hospital rules and visiting hours be damned.

… … …

It was a quiet night in Kelly’s ICU room. After seeing Kelly and saying goodbye to Stella, the other members of 51 headed home with the promise of returning later that day. Stella had settled into the chair by Kelly’s bed, grabbed his hand, and waited for him to wake up.

She ended up falling into a fitful sleep, the uncomfortable chair and constant interruptions from medical staff coming in to check on Kelly keeping her from getting more than an hour or so at a time. It certainly didn’t help that every time she closed her eyes, she saw her husband bleeding out in agonizing detail.

Those images were why she forced herself to stay awake, downing cups of crappy hospital coffee to try and avoid that nightmare as long as she could. She’d lived through it once; she didn’t want to experience it again. 

It was, however, because of that very real nightmare and the fear and anxiety surrounding it, that Stella was wide awake when Kelly started moving the hand she was holding.

“Kelly?” Stella’s voice was gentle, but the emotion still rang clear. She stood from her chair to be closer to the bed, still gripping his hand. “You with me?”

The wait seemed painfully slow but eventually Stella was rewarded with the sight of Kelly’s beautiful blue eyes. Stella smiled her first real smile in hours as happy tears filled her eyes. She moved her free hand up to Kelly’s cheek. “There you are. How do you feel?”

Still groggy from a combination of blood loss, anesthesia-induced sleep, and pain meds, all Kelly could do was groan in response to Stella, making her chuckle. “That well, huh?”

“Yeah,” Kelly grumbled, his voice thick from being unused. Stella quickly poured him a cup of water and held the straw to his lips so he could drink. After a few sips, Stella took the cup away to keep him from overdoing it. “Meagan and Ava. Are they okay?”

“They’re fine, babe. You saved them.” Stella tried to keep her voice from cracking but the longer she looked at Kelly she was reminded of what had happened and she couldn’t stop the tears from falling. “You scared the hell out of me. Seeing you like that I thought…. I thought I was going to lose you.”

There wasn’t much Kelly could say because he knew how close he’d come to dying, to leaving Stella behind. Telling her he was okay wasn’t the best bet, given how horrible he felt, so he went in a different direction. “I’m sorry I scared you. I just, I saw that asshole messing with Meagan and Ava and I knew I had to do something. I just thought he was drunk… I didn’t think he’d have a knife.”

“I know.” Stella squeezed his hand. “You’re a good man Kelly Severide and I love you so much but please, don’t get stabbed again.”

“I will try my hardest not to,” Kelly chuckled, but it was quickly cut off by a groan.

Stella rubbed his arm soothingly and hit the call button on the wall behind his bed. He’d been awake long enough without a nurse or doctor coming in to check on him and it was clear to Stella that he needed some pain meds whether he said so or not. She could see it in his eyes.

It didn’t take long for a nurse to enter the room and Dr. Marcel followed soon after. He was pleased with what the monitors were showing and how Kelly’s incision looked. Dr. Marcel wasn’t ready to move him out of the ICU just yet, but things were looking promising. They hooked Kelly up to a pain pump so he could give himself a bolus of pain meds when he needed it.

With pain meds on board, Kelly fell back asleep quickly. Now that she wasn’t crippled with worry, Stella felt lighter. There was still fear and anxiety lurking in the shadows and she was sure the memories of last night would stay with them both for a long time, but Kelly would be okay and they would deal with it together. 

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Whumptober Day 9 Polaroid Rating mature CW's/Tag's Whump, Angst, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Gaz being sad about his old team, references to mw2019 missions, references to interrogating innocents, references to shooting a child Characters Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick Summary

He’s not even sure why he has the damn thing anymore. The straps are half shredded, sev eral pouches hanging at odd angles, and the zip for the plate pocket won’t close anymore. But something had kept him from throwing it away, and now, with just a moment of downtime and a new carrier laid out next to him… Well, he might as well decommission it instead of letting his thoughts sit. But when his bare fingers brush against glossy card stock, he freezes.

He’s going through his old plate carrier when he finds it. 

He’s not even sure why he has the damn thing anymore. The straps are half shredded, several pouches hanging at odd angles, and the zip for the plate pocket won’t close anymore. 

But something had kept him from throwing it away, and now, with just a moment of downtime and a new carrier laid out next to him… Well, he might as well decommission it instead of letting his thoughts sit. 

But when his bare fingers brush against glossy card stock, he freezes. 

Slowly he pinches it, dreading what he knows he’ll see as he draws out the crumpled, wrinkled Polaroid. 

It’d been a joke, Monroe had found an old Polaroid camera in an empty safe-house they’d raided. Having a laugh, he’d bunched them all up for a stupid little group picture, made some poor constable take the photo. 

And then Monroe had handed it to him, grinning as he told him now he’d have something to remember them by when he went back to his big boy work upstate. 

It’s been six days since the Piccadilly Circus Massacre. 

Six. 

Days. 

Monroe, Crowley, Fowler, and Brooks, all died six days ago. 

Something in his chest catches, and suddenly he feels like there's a piece of tough meat lodged in his throat. He hasn’t even realized . He hadn’t had a chance to stop and mourn, to hold that crinkled image and think of all the people who’d died that day. 

He hadn’t even known them that well, what little knowledge he had was surface level at best. 

But he knew Fowler had a kid and a wife back home. He knew Monroe was crushing on an old 6th-form sweetheart. He knew Crowley had been about to take time off for his little sister's wedding. He knew that Brooks was going to propose to his boyfriend. 

Little things. 

Personal things. 

Things they wouldn’t get anymore. 

Fowler's daughter would be raised without him, questioning where he was. Monroe’s sweetheart would be lucky to even find out he’d passed, thinking instead that he’d just ghosted them. Crowley’s sister would spend her wedding day grieving, staring at a seat that shouldn’t have been empty. Brooks's engagement ring would be wasted money, either returned or kept as a memento. 

Silence rang heavy in his room as he clutched desperately to a piece of paper that held faces he would have barely remembered in a handful of years had he left on the terms he should have. 

Now they would be forever ingrained in his mind's eye, their last minutes superimposed. 

His team, friends, he’d dare say, had been gone for six days, likely not even buried yet. 

But here he was, in the middle of nowhere, Russia, holding guns to innocents and watching horrible men be beaten until they screamed the music Price wanted to hear. 

Gaz had been through IRT, had passed, and then some. 

He knew how to draw those screams out of a man, knew how to get them writhing and pleading. 

But it’d taken dragging his family onto the scene to get anything out of the Butcher. The very man who’d shot a child back in Urzikstan, had folded like wet paper when his own had been threatened. It was painfully ironic. 

In the end, didn’t that make them just as bad as him? Sure they hadn’t harmed them, not like the terrorists had in Piccadilly. But they’d still dragged innocents into the path of war, fuck, he had held a gun to the mothers head.

‘We get dirty so the world stays clean.’ That was what Price had said when Gaz had questioned him, when he’d asked where they drew the line. So, in the end, what did that make them? Did it make them righteous, their cause? 

Or were they just as monstrous as the men they hunted? 

As he clutched the shitty, grainy little Polaroid and smoothed his thumb across it’s crinkled surface, he realized, he really didn’t know. 

Careful hands fold up the image, and he turns to his new plate carrier with slow, purposeful movements. He doesn’t have photos of family or lovers to carry with him, doesn’t have someone waiting at home that pushes him to do the work he does. 

So he’ll carry the photo of four men who never got the chance to see the better world he fought for. 

It’s the least he can do. 

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As Iron Sharpens Iron

"As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another." Proverbs 27:17

Chapter 19

Previous // Next

Warnings: Whump, head trauma, blood, vomit, broken bones.

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An impossibly high pitched ringing echoed from somewhere was your first introduction to conscious thought. It pierced through your skull, rendering all other senses useless.

“...an… ou…. me?”

Words that your mind refused to grasp tangled with searing, icy pain that had no focal point. It was just there, throbbing, pounding, squeezing with every heartbeat - sharp and jagged with every breath. Chest muscles balked, screaming with every spasming gasp, no longer allowing for any semblance of disciplined control.

The ground was wet where your cheek rested upon it. It smelt of iron and your fingers curled around handfuls of dirt and stone, nails chipping in a desperate attempt to stop the sickening whirlwind of vertigo. The blurry chaos of movement seemed to last only a moment before you found yourself once again fighting to open heavy eyelids.

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The acrid stench of vomit mixed with stale earth assaulted your senses, burning your nostrils and stinging your eyes.

Blinking into a vague awareness once more, a brief sensation of something light, fluttered about your skin, wiping away the sick from your face. Calloused fingers found their perch on your jaw thrusting gently until you found it easier to breathe, holding your head in a steady grasp that your whirring mind barely registered. Just another thing to desperately grasp onto, only to have it torn away in seconds.

“...ook at me! Co… on!”

You felt yourself slipping. It felt right lying there in Hunter's arms. Safe. The way his palms cupped your cheeks, the way his fingers supported your neck. It didn't hurt as much anymore. The leg and ribs had become only a throbbing ache and the ringing confusion in your head seemed only a minor nuisance.

You could almost ignore that lingering alarm screaming from the recesses of your mind, subconscious taking over with the training drilled into you time and time again so that even now despite the muted chaos, you knew that if you fell asleep now, you wouldn't wake up. But the weight of your own body was proving to be much too hard to resist.

Rest now. It's okay.

It called to you, whispering a sweet lullaby - a siren song intent on pulling you into the warm embrace of eternal comfort.

No…. A smaller voice argued - fighting the urge to give in with tooth and nail.

I can't leave him now.... Not now.

But Hunter's hands felt warm. It was so easy to imagine laying curled up on his chest - like bathing in a puddle of golden afternoon sun. His amber eyes held the intensity of forever.

I could stay like this forever.

Away from the pain, the dust and ever dusky sky of the moon that had so greedily swallowed you twice with it’s yawning orifices that desperately wanted to claim your body for it’s own.

The frantic voice that called you no longer seemed important as they faded. The hands that held you felt secure. You weren't going anywhere.

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Who We Used To Be (Ray/Rose/Trevor)

As told by myself and @thesevenumbrellas tag teaming the whump in the 18+ JatP discord. Sev I swear we operate on the same braincell levels, we do be clowning. @bobbywilsonsupremacy  let us know what you think of this! I know you and I both hardcore ship Raybse.

Cover was created by @thesevenumbrellas​. Please don’t steal it.

This post got long so fair warning.

We wrote this in a discord server over the time span of hours so there’s some mistakes but i’m too lazy to go back and fix it all. Basically we tag teamed on a Raybse Trevor Wilson-centric whump story and can destroy a fandom with a single touch.

You’ll understand once you click the cut.

Don’t Steal Our Writing (but please reblog this to spread it around).

Trauma Time.

major whump warning

(Ren) Okay so if we're gonna be starting at 90's ot3 my children ray/bobby/Rose know that Ray is a panic bi and loves both of these humans very much with his whole ass heart.

(Ren) He takes pictures of his girlfriend and boyfriend while they’re on dates because he wants to capture the moments he was happy the most. Bobby always shed away from the camera burying his face in Rose's shoulder or leaning in for a kiss. Anyways as time goes by Ray notices Bobby's change in behavior. From being his go-happy-trauma boyf to being caught up in the music scene, often out at all hours to parties and label meetings only to come to to sleep on the couch, not even sharing the bed like he used to. It reminds Ray of the time when Bobby was grieving his boys. Ray hates it, but he loves bobby so he pushes his feelings aside to try and arrange more dates for the three of them to go on together.

(Sev) Ray waking up to only Rose in the bed and not Bobby, and it feels too cold in bed without him. So he'll try to call him, because it's 3am and he's supposed to be home and he's not. And Ray remembers what happened to Bobby's bandmates, and he can't admit it out loud but he's worried. Because what if that happens to Bobby? He knows it was a freak accident! What are the odds of it happening again?? But he can't shake that feeling when Bobby doesn't come home at night and Ray stays up all night worrying. Anyway he tries to call Bobby and Bobby doesn't answer. He'll leave loads of voicemails, trying not to be pushy because he knows Bobby doesn't respond well to that. But he's worried. He'll say "hey please call me when you get this." and then ten minutes later try again "hey just text me that you're safe okay?" He can't sleep because Bobby still isn't home. It's 5am. He has to go to work in two hours. Rose keeps telling him to go to bed but he can't.[2:58 PM]Bobby finally texts back. "I'm okay! Was playing with some friends, the gig went over time and then we went to  party." Ray wants to be angry because seriously? No phone calls because he was at a party? But he knows that'll just push Bobby away more!

(Ren) And so Ray has all of these festering emotions that boil down to worry and concern at the core but he's just so scared hes losing Bobby cause he never really had his own family to begin with and then one day when Ray comes home early from a photoshoot he can hear Bobby and Rose fighting over Bobby signing the contract that says he wrote Luke's songs but Ray just hears yelling before he even opens the door with his name thrown into the mix and then he gets even more scared because what if he loses Rose and Bobby? if he lost both of them he'd be destroyed. So he doesnt knock. He doesnt go home. Instead he walks around the city until he was supposed to go home originally and he opens the door and there's a sort of eerie silence in the air.

(Sev) Trevor’s unable to shake the feeling that something terrible will happen to Rose and Ray because he's with them. His entire family were killed in 1 night because he wasn't there with them. So at first he's clingy as fuck to Rose and Ray because what if something bad happens when he's not there? What if what if what if... But as time goes on the thinking flips. Maybe it's the music industry that's the problem. It's these weird connections in his head of if he's too successful, bad things might happen. But he can't quit music like that, he can't give up on Luke's dream. He owes his boys to become successful. So instead he distances himself from Rose and Ray. That way they won't be caught up in whatever bad thing is going to happen to him. He distances himself and he waits for it all to drop. He waits for the universe to punish him again.

(Ren) And the universe punishes Bobby when the tension between him and Rose tightens so much he knows there's no going back from it but he's not admitting to stealing the songs because he didn't. He helped Luke write all of the songs more than Alex and Reggie ever did, staying up late with Luke after fights with his mom and Bobby didn’t want Luke to be alone so yeah, he wrote the songs. Maybe not as much as he claimed but he sure as hell made sure his brother wasn’t alone so that counted for something right? And it did. Until Rose kicks him out of bed because she's pissed he'd even consider stealing music and he cant tell Ray because of the NDA the label got him to sign at a party when he was drunk and the only reason Rose knows about it is because she was there when he signed the damn thing and so Bobby pulls away from Ray because isnt it going to be easier in the long run? If he doesn’t attach himself to Ray who'll just get angry at him like Rose did?

(Sev) It's the guilt that grows inside of him every passing day. They're my songs too he tells himself over and over again. But during the dark nights, three glasses of whisky in when the world is getting hazy... even he can't believe the lies he tells himself. He fucked up Sunset Curve. He fucked up his friends' memories. And now he fucked up the only good thing he'd ever had. Ray texts him nonstop. He doesn't understand why Rose kicked Bobby out and he doesn't understand why Bobby listened. Bobby can't take Ray away from Rose. He's fucked up and a terrible person, but even he can't do that. He doesn't give Ray his new address. He refuses to meet up even for Ray to give him his stuff back. All Bobby can do is hold onto Ray's sweatshirt he stole away and a bottle of perfume the same brand Rose always wears. He cradles these things in his arms and cries.

(Ren) And that's the last he sees of Ray for all of 5 years, 20yr old puppy-dog eyed loving precious ray who Bobby would run to the second Rose says its okay. But rose never does. And then Bobby meets a cute blonde and six months later the barista shows up on his doorstep shoving Carrie into his arms calling her a bastard child. Carrie is not a bastard child Carrie is his and he loves her the second he sets eyes on her and so Bobby turns into Trevor when the new year rolls around and he starts his own album. It doesn’t do as well as Luke's his first album did but it was his. And then one day Trevor signs Carrie up for dance because Trisha from first grade made fun of her for not being able to do the splits and on the way out of the dance studio Trevor bumps into Ray, a terrified looking girl clutched to his leg. Carrie doesn't miss a beat. "Hi! I'm Carrie let's be friends!" and Carrie drags Ray's daughter off and Trevor shifts awkwardly and is suddenly 17 again but Ray's eyes still twinkle like the did when they were kids and he's still wearing eyeliner so Trevor almost missed it when a flicker of recognition crosses Ray’s face and a smile quirks at the corners of his lips and he says, "hi im Ray, thats my daughter Julie. Wanna go out for a drink?" With that same mischievous glint in his eye that made Bobby fall in love with him in the first place.

(Sev) Trevor almost stops breathing. He should say no. He knows he should say no. He's an awful person. He doesn't deserve someone like Ray. He never deserved either of them. He knows that. But can't force himself to say no. Maybe it's the twinkle in Ray's eyes. Maybe it's the soul crushing loneliness he's felt ever since he left them. Or maybe it's the way Carrie and Julie are giggling in the corner like they've known each other all their lives. He says yes. The drink ends up at a family friendly restaurant with both the girls in tow.

(Ren) Rose shows up because Ray the asshole apparently texted her while he was in the car saying he met one of Julie's friend's parents and wanted to go out on a date (keeping things pg ofc) aklsdf. And when Rose does show up Trevor sees how... sick she looks. How much paler she looked than she did all those years ago how - he still knew he loved her even if she still decided she hated him.

(Sev) The mood drops quickly. Trevor wants to ask about Rose, but not in front of the kids. Ray wants to ask about their past, but not in front of the kids. Rose... Rose who holds all the answers... doesn't know where to start first. She had never regretted not telling Ray the truth. She never wanted to change Ray's perception of Bobby like that. Ray who looked at their boyfriend as if he'd hung the moon. Ray who stayed up worrying all night until Bobby came home. Ray who held Bobby through countless nightmares... But that makes the truth staring them in the face so much harder. Because she never gave Ray the choice. She realized that a few years too late after she catches Ray staring at old pictures of Bobby in their photo albums. She'd made the choice for him. And then there's Trevor... still beautiful, staring at her with so much concern her heart breaks all over again.

(Ren) The tension doesn't fly over Carrie's head like he hoped it would, she talks to Julie about My Little Pony and Pokemon and High School Musical and their mutual hatred for Trisha from school but Carrie's hand never lets go of his and he finally plucks up the courage and stretches his arm out and says "we're vegetarian for the most part, hope that's okay." And a smile quirks at the corner of her lips and she asks "for the most part?" and Trevor nods and Carrie pipes up from her seat saying "daddy hates hot dogs,” in that blatant fact kind of way kids say things without realizing how problematic it could be. It wasn’t her fault though, Trevor has yet to tell her about her uncles, about how he was in a band, about how they were going to be legends.

(Sev) Rose and Ray both freeze at Carrie's voice. He doesn't know if the girls notice, because he's too busy trying to fight back the panic in his throat. It's been a long time since anyone had brought up ... what happened. It's easy to pretend it didn't happen when his name is Trevor and no one knows him. But these two people know him. They know him more than anyone else ever has. Even the boys. The truth hits him hard at that moment. A truth he'd been avoiding for almost two decades. Ray and Rose know him better than even he knew himself. Maybe that was why Rose had been so furious with him, or why Ray continued to chase after him even months after he moved out. Trevor hides the building panic and sudden realization with a smile. "What an I say," he said as causally as he can. "I'm a picky eater." A few hours later they end up back at the Molina's house. Bobby has no idea how it happened. -No, Trevor has no idea how it happened, he scolds himself. He's Trevor. He has to be Trevor. Trevor got him this far, Trevor made the difficult choices. Bobby was the one who got his friends kill and destroyed the best relationship he ever had. Still, it becomes harder and harder to remind himself of that. To stop himself from slipping into the comfortable shoes of Bobby, boyfriend of Ray and Rose as if the past 17 years had never happened. He finds himself on their sofa, a sofa that brings back memories both good and bad... he finds himself in a familiar home, his old studio just a short walk away, his ex's giggling in the kitchen as they make his coffee the way he's always liked it without asking for a reminder.

(Ren) Trevor can remember the day he stopped drinking the coffee Ray made for him, the morning after his first fight with Rose, when he wakes up cold because Rose basically cocooned herself around Ray's body, keeping her back turned to him and as much as he wanted to reach out to Ray, to hug him and comfort him and tell him it was all going to be okay... everything was too stuffy and too tense and deciding he just had to leave because he was going to suffocate otherwise.

(Sev) He should leave, just like last time. What was he even doing here? He should take Carrie and- Then Ray's in front of him, pushing a hot cup into is hands. "The girls are playing upstairs," he says. His voice is so calm, so understanding. "We don't have to talk if you don't want to." Trevor almost laughs. Because that's so like Ray. Almost a decade without answers and he's giving Trevor the option to ignore it all. To pretend like nothing ever happened. But he can't be that selfish again. So he shakes his head. "I'd... like to talk to you... to both of you."

(Ren) And then suddenly rose is eyeing him sus but he's been putting this off for to long and honestly fuck his label because they screwed him over one too many times for him to still even consider their relationship anything other than employee-client1[4:06 PM]and so Trevor takes a sip of Ray's coffee holy shit how did go so long without it?! and he explains it. he explains everything.

(Sev) Ray doesn't speak as Trevor explains. He never interrupts or even look surprised. His face is completely unreadable. He doesn't move until Trevor's done. And then once he is, he only stands up to start pacing the room. Trevor's oddly reminded of Alex as he does so,  and the memory is enough to make him flinch. "This... this is what you two have been hiding from me for so long?" he asked, voice brittle. "This is... this is what cost us... I mean..." But he can't finish. Ray just shakes his head, back to both Rose and Trevor.

(Ren) Suddenly he's seventeen again. Seventeen and a mess in Ray's arms burying his face into the man's chest finally feeling the weight of the world lift off of his shoulders and suddenly Rose is hugging him from behind, her too-skiny bone arms snaking around his chest and hugging him tightly threatening to never let him go saying "amour," and pressing a kiss to the back of his head, "amour we never stopped loving you."

(Sev)It's like no time has passed by the time he's done crying his eyes out. They're all huddled on a sofa that was always too small for three. Trevor's in the middle, clutching at them both as if they're going to disappear on him. Ray sits with his legs underneath them, his arms pulling the both of them into his chest. And then there's Rose, suddenly so much more delicate than Trevor remembers. She sits half on his lap, curled into them, her fingers knotted in his hair. "I can't believe you two kept this from me," Ray whispers. There's no anger. He doesn't think Ray's ever been capable of being angry. "I'm sorry," Trevor whispers, throat raw from tears. Ray answers with a firm kiss to his temple. "We wasted so much time..."

(Ren) Trevor just lays between them in their bed, nothing sexual and nothing tense it’s just them being together and Rose playing with his now-long hair, braiding it right down the middle despite it being too long for others to braid. Her fingers feel nice as they tug at his roots, familiar and a sense of calm washes over him. He lets ray fop on top of him like they used to, burying his head in his chest just listening to his heart beat, his steady constant breathing because Ray used to be afraid one day he'd wake up and Bobby would be dead too. Rose humming lightly, soft lullabies that chased away dark thoughts and Trevor just finds it so comforting, a feeling of home he hasn't had since the day he left and so he wraps his arms around Rose and Ray tight, promising himself he won't screw up his second time around.

(Sev) It's a few hours later when he speaks again. The girls are asleep in Julie's room (delighted at their surprise sleepover.) Ray's almost nodded off, head resting against Trevor's chest. But Rose is wide awake. She's laid out, tangled between them, eyes focused on something far away. He can see it more clearly now. The tremble in her hands, the way she's so still, the circles around her eyes. He takes her hand in his. "What is it?"

(Ren) And Trevor wants it to be a prank, he wants the sinking feeling in his gut twisting around his heart, the same feeling he had the morning of Sunset Curve's Orpheum performance coiling up his spine to go away. He wants everything to be okay, that he told the truth, that he was forgiven, that the universe was finally on his side for once but of course it's not because when has it ever been.  Rose's fingers run lightly over his knuckles and Ray wraps his arm around him from behind, his hands resting against Trevor's chest, something solid for him to focus on and as a tear starts to roll down Rose's cheek he reaches up to brush it away, running his hand through her hair only to pull out a clump as he pulled away but he couldn't run when his instincts to run kick in like they always used to do when situations turned emotional, bury it in his mind and lock up his worries like he always did but this wasn't going to be something he could run from.

(Sev) Life is not the fantasy or a fairy tale. There are no happy endings, only happy moments. He'd like to say they picked up right where they left off, Rose lived until a ripe old age, and they never fought again. But he'd be lying. It was hard to fold their lives back into place again, especially with Carrie and Julie. To just pick up after their seventeen year old selves was an impossible dream. But they could do breakfast. And breakfast became dinner. Dinner became one date which became two which became many. It took trouble and care, but they slotted themselves back into each other's lives again. There were lunch dates, and movie nights. There were late night wine dates and early morning coffee dates. They found their happy moments. A decade of separation had smoothed out the rough edges. If Trevor stormed out after a harsh argument, he'd return the next day with flowers and apologies. If Rose snapped and lost her temper, she'd take herself off for a walk to cool down. If Ray was bothered by something, he'd speak up instead of pushing it all down. They found their happy moments. And when 1 month became 1 year, they celebrated with moving boxes and a new, bigger couch. When 1 year became 2, they celebrated with promise rings and whispers of a better future between light kisses. 3 years became 4, became 5, and so on... They found their happy moments. But life is not a fantasy or a fairy tale. Their story ends in a hospital. Rose dies with both her husbands at her side, with both her daughters and son clutching on her hands. She dies with a smile on her face, knowing she is not leaving them to suffer alone. Ray and Trevor grieve together.

(Ren) And this time the girls are the ones who get into the fight but Trevor and Ray are there for Julie and Carrie no matter what they're fighting over carrie told julie she liked flynn but julie said flynn was hers first and doesnt understand how she can feel squishy love for two people. And this time the girls are the ones who get into the fight but Trevor and Ray are there for Julie and Carrie no matter what they're fighting over carrie told julie she liked flynn but julie said flynn was hers first and doesnt understand how she can feel squishy love for two people. They stick to their daughters through the worst of it but they don’t let the girl’s fighting rip into them too. It’s not what Rose would’ve wanted for them, it’s not what she would’ve wanted for Julie or Carrie either.

(Sev) And when Julie plays with her ghost band, it's much earlier that Trevor recognizes who she's playing with.

(Ren) Luke’s mad at first, ofc he is but after everything is explained and out in the open Trevor finds himself at home in a building that never felt like home despite the fact he grew up in it.

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Horror of Dracula (1958) Helsing and Dracula’s confrontation pt. 1

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rab fics i read 30/10-14/11

Who You Really Are by Ayolen Severus is a girl and he swaps bodies with Lily via a potions accident; Sev in Lily's body is a Marauder's magnet and Lily in Sev's body says yes to a date with Regulus

Fire In Love by English is my death (Lena013) One Piece's Ace, Sabo and Luffy get reincarnated as Regulus, Lily and Harry and they might not live happily ever after but they do live happily for a little while. Very nice

two coffins for sleep by Anonymous for brightened ♥♥♥ Severus treats Regulus' cave-poisioning

The Unknowable Room by QSWP I'm really interested to know where this is going. Lily and Regulus get stuck in a deathly escape room, escape with their life intact, but the mystery remains to be solved

The Depths of the Abyss by Anonymous ♥♥♥♥♥ Wartime Bartylus my beloved I am soft I am tender

Everything Has Changed (Taylor's version) by Youvebeenfandomed Reg gets yote to 1995

Double date by Arik_readsbooks Pandalily Jegulus doubledate!

You've Got Us by Arik_readsbooks Barty and Evan comfort Regulus when he's a saddo

l'éphémère (the ephemeral) by anouri Ballet dancer Regulus gets hit by James on a motorcycle and his leg is FUCKED and since he hit da bricks and changed his name he has nobody to help him while he recovers and so James takes it on himself and it's slowburn

Of Middle Names and Myth by DefinitelyNotStraight bamf blacks

A (somewhat unconventional) Black Family Getaway by Trex_patronus PoA but Regulus is also a Azkaban escapee ♥♥♥

Grey by Nevermindmeatall182 a lot of Regulus whump, read the tags

After all, he's mine by anauro for otrtbs ♥♥♥♥♥ Bad Romance by Lady Gaga is the BArtylus soundtranck bye

Tempest by pjxckson James loses a bet, models nude for an art class, and has sex with Regulus in the bathroom

someday by justwhatialwayswanted crying screaming throwing up I love them your honour Regulus/Evan

tomorrow by justwhatialwayswanted CRYING SCRAMING THROWING UP I LOVE THEM SO MUCH YOUR HONOUR Regulus legally breaks Barty out of Azkaban

daisy chain lovers by Beyond_the_Grace Regulus fucks off to muggle world and dates petunia evans and the world is a better place and harry grows up loved

we'll be okay, won't we? by bee_the_nerd good vibes good vibes, Jegulily!

birthright and brotherhood by paldogangsaan Sirius runs away. Regulus ensures he can remain free.

The Curse of Juno by LdyBastet Lucius/Severus sexy times but Reg is mentioned so like, good enough

Severus' Garden by Bonfoi severus is looking for a husby amongst his past lovers

Black Out by ThinLine_Archivist Severus and Sirius have sex, and talk about regulus

To Touch by OnceUponaLegend Regulus as a Thing for Severus' hands, gentle smut

We are all Stardust by rrosie_08 Seer REgulus ayo Jegulus to be

hearts are wild creatures by brightened Black bros incest also sad

Unresting Death by brightened Sirius is upsetti

Forced to Stay by w0scarz muggle au, regulus has to stay with sirius after their parents perish in a oh so mysterious fire

𝔻𝔼𝕁𝔸 𝕍𝕌 by august (cassiehowardstherapist), cassiehowardstherapist regulus is put in Sirius' custody rather unexpectedly, enither of them likes it

Domestic Life, Was Never Quite My Style by Ick_arus Regulus holds harry for the first time

Good summer, Mr Thomas? by BennieLee Out of Lake Quite Mad but from Dean Thomas' view. Regulus looked much saner from the outside than from the inside

sun and shadow by justwhatialwayswanted marauders era ppl in percy jackson au, Regulus the son of hades has a c r u s h on Evan teh son on afrodita and what would you say it might be mutual (it'S sooooooo mutual Regulus is just oblivious)

The Way We Hold Hands by moonshinemaker modern AU Jegulus and Wolfstar "You bitch why are you dating my best friend/brother" we do love to see it

leo by swirlees Regulus survives and becomes a Creatures profesor

supernova by swirlees Creatures professor Regulus Black would like his estranged brother to stop being a bitch and get caught finally. Also hi hello what a good big black doggo yes

A Full Guide To Gardening For Amateurs by aphrsditea James is bipolar and ADHD and Sirius is in AFRICA and James for got to take his pills... quite a few days in row... and his flowers are dying... but his new mysterious mean but pretty neighbour Regulus has really nice plants so maybe he'll help James save his? I devoured this like, in a day

A Way Out by Anonymous a comics! Peter and Regulus the boyfriedns ♥♥♥ meet up to discuss what to do now that they know about horcruxes.

La Sylphide by pjxckson Ballet dancer regulus is so ♥ jegulus

The First of Many by zeddmarker JEgulily dating! Regulily got together first and i like that

Fated to Fall by ouzell soulamates au jegulus

the world i close my eyes to see by tonberrys blind regulus, he gets around

Unmanageable Mischief Podcast by jeepcharlie modern hogwarts podcast!

where the ice burns by jelenaRusso Regulus in Azkaban huhueheehhe ♥♥♥





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//-does a little gig- i shouldn’t be enjoying getting seven kidnapped this much.