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Anyone else ever get randomly smacked in the face with memories and immediately want to go write a kid fic?
Or is it just me?
#Aka Emile is remembering going camping with his friends as a small child#And how fucking chaotic it was#We were just allowed to run wild over the whole campground because our group rented the whole loop and everyone was watching out for everyo#I still managed to cross like 2 roads when I was 5 and got lost and they weren't busy but a stranger still stopped me to ask if I was lost#And all the boys would bring their lightsabers and nerf guns and we would have whole battles#We even made little forts in the woods and stuff and we were fighting to protect the 'dragon' (friend's dog)#I was always either the spy or the doctor#There was also the time my brothers thought it would be really fun to tell me to just pee in the woods instead of walking me to the bathroo#I was delighted#My parents were not#And the swimming hole was cold as fuck but we somehow still got in it every year#And jump off the giant rock in the deep end of the river once we were good enough swimmers to handle the current#Once or twice we went tubing there too which was my first experience with that#And there was hiking with waterfalls nearby so we'd go do that#And that one swinging bridge that was really fun to run across#And we'd stay for like a week sometimes#I swear all the parents got the best sleep ever when we went too even though they were sleeping on the ground lmao#all us kids would end up in each others tents if they were okay with it#And all I can think looking back at it now is that a les amis kidfic would be fun to write off all that#Emile's chaos#I have so many more camping memories too
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so I’m not a fan of Talia (this is important to my ask) but i see a lot of Talia fans. and i really want to ask, without anyone getting angry, why people are fans of her with her history?
the main things i know about her are how she drugged Bruce to make Damian in Batman and Son, and her relationship with Nyssa in Death and The Maidens.
is there more to it? i don’t want to explore on my own if its just that it’s never explained, is there an arc to reference or anything?
That arc is actually retconned because Grant Morrison admitted that it was racist characterization.
Talia had 30 years of characterization before Damian needed a sad backstory. She WASN'T raised as an assassin, she was studying to be a doctor when her and Bruce met. Because she was invented in the 70's she was modeled more after your typical bond girl, and leaned more towards spy than assassin. She hated killing and felt immense guilt the few times she had to.
Her and Bruce loved each other deeply, but Talia also loved her father. Ra's tends to get sanded down to "insane, cruel, and needlessly violent", but the whole point of the league is preserving the environment and endangered species. Talia agrees with his goal, but not his methods and this conflict is what allows Bruce to come between them.
For a lot of her history her main conflict is between the man she loves and the man who raised her, which changes in Damian's ORIGINAL origin, Son of the Demon. Bruce enthusiastically consents and is excited to have a baby with Talia, but Talia realizes that Bruce will never give up Batman and that whether she raises the child herself or gives him to Bruce he'll never get to have a normal life. So she tells Bruce she lost the baby and gives up Damian for adoption in secret.
The next big change in her character happens in JLA: Tower of Babel, explicitly said to be the FIRST time she's ever helped her father with one of his big schemes and she hates it. This marks her breaking point as she ditches Ra's entirely. This leads into President Luthor Secret Files where she takes over Lex Corp and GUTS it. Naturally Clark is suspicious of her, but she continues to help Bruce.
Then, Death and The Maidens happens. Talia is tortured and brainwashed. Batman, supposedly the world's greatest detective, explicitly said to LOVE Talia, sees this extreme shift in loyalties and behaviour, and leaves. Either not noticing or not caring. There is no resolution to this plotline.
Damian's nonconsensual origin follows this up on the basis that Talia's character after she's been brainwashed is just, who she is and who she's always been. Unfortunately it became her most popular story, and even though it's no longer canon it's done UNTOLD damage to her character.
Talia is so deeply compassionate and she cares so much for everyone and everything. She's endearing and she's insanely competent and her moments with Bruce are some of the most genuinely heart wrenching I've ever read. Batman Chronicles #8 continues to be one of my favorite comics EVER. I highly recommend you read her 70's-90's comics.
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Tenth lord and your professional life
Tenth house is house of karma and duty, tenth house says alot about the attitude that you will carry towards your work.
While, tenth lord wherever, it sits, that house will bring you professional success.
Let me be clear here, I am mentioning about "Vedic astrology " and morden era has got many jobs, and streams so in my blog I can't specifically tell which stream you can go or opt, because that also depends on your position of your Sun, Saturn and Venus in your chart.
Here, I will discuss how you can attract professional success and attract right career for yourself, so that you will get brief idea how astrology can help you in your professional life as well.
Tenth lord in first house 🏠
First house is you, so your professional success depends on you and your personality, more you work on your personality more successful you become.
Your professional life in your hands, and Only you control it.
Tenth lord in second house 🏠
Second house is of house of finance, so either you can work in financial sector or you can work with your family as well.
Second house is also of communication, so communication would play an important role in professional success.
Tenth lord in third house 🏠
Third house is house of efforts and courage, more efforts you would put in your professional life, more successful you would get
Third House is also of skills, so work on your skills development.
It also shows you can also work with your siblings.
Third house is also of travelling, so choose job that requires traveling.
Tenth lord in fourth house.
Fourth house is your comfort, and also your emotions, such natives can become good psychologists, therapist, psychiatry who understands mind and emotions.
Fourth house is also Home, so either you can work from home, or do some work related to home like real estate, interior decorator.
Tenth lord in fifth house 🏠
Such natives are good in teaching children, so they can go in teaching and education sector.
Fifth house is also of children, so native could work for children.
Fifth house is also of intellect, so such natives are intellectuals and enjoys work that requires intelligence.
Tenth lord in sixth house
Sixth house is of debt, and disease, and eniemies such natives could earn from other's problems, like they could become doctor, healer, lawyer, account.
Virgo is the sign of problem solving, such natives are great problem solver and enjoys work that requires problems solving abilities.
Tenth lord in seventh house 🏠
Seventh house is of partnership, such natives should always work in partnership, or involve your life partner also in your work.
Seventh house is also of public dealings, so such natives are great in dealing with public,.
Tenth lord in eight house 🏠
Eighth house is of secrets, so native can work in sectors that requires secrecy, like spy, Secret services.
Eighth house is also of research, so that can take up research oriented job.
Eighth house is also of occult and astrology
Eighth house also deals with other' s Money, so native can go in investment banking, insurance, banking.
Tenth lord in ninth house 🏠
Ninth house is of divine blessings, so your work has always divine blessings and luck.
Ninth house is of counseling and guidance, so native can work as an counsellor or as a coach.
Tenth lord in tenth house 🏠
Extremely comfortable position for tenth lord in its own house 🏠, such natives can take up any job role that they desire, they would do well in that.
Tenth lord in eleventh house 🏠
Eleventh house is of gains, native would gain alot from his work life
Eleventh house is also your social circle, so you can work with group of people like "co-operative society" . Eleventh house is also of social media and elder siblings so native can work in social media or with elder siblings..
Tenth lord in twelfth house 🏠
It is bit tricky placement, because twelfth House is of looses and transformations, so native could experience, lot of transformations in his/her professional life.
Twelfth house is also of devotion and giving, so you have to be devoted to your professional life without expectations.
Twelfth house is also of spirituality and foreign land, so you can work in spirituality or settle far from your motherland.
If tenth house has Rahu, then you can choose job profile that are unconventional, that no one in your family has done it.
Rahu is your vision, so keep your vision clear and big
If tenth house has ketu, then you need to go in job or service that requires helping others because ketu is liberation, and your job is to liberate people from their pain or problems
Ketu is intent so keep your intentions clear.
If your tenth house has, sun, then you are born leader and you will show way or direction to others..
If your tenth house has Moon, then you could good in cooking or do work related to mind , emotions and psychology .
If your tenth house has Mercury, Mercury is a business man, so you can go in business, or work related to documents, education field is also good for you.
If tenth house has Venus then work related to cosmetics, beauty and luxury would be good for you
If tenth house has Mars, then you have lot of Martian energy within you, and Mars is exalted in tenth house, so any work is good for you, you are good multi-tasker and a logical person, so any field that requires logic like engineering will good, Mars is also land, so land related jobs are also good, Mars is also security so Mars makes good police, army and security .
Jupiter in tenth house makes great counsllor and guide.
Jupiter is also spirituality and religion, so such person can go in spirituality as well
Saturn in tenth house, is exalted and its own sign, Saturn is planet that loves to serve others, so here you need to take your job as a service, and a way to serve others, even when you are at high position, don't act like boss and command others infact do all the work by yourself, because Saturn gets satisfied only when people below them are happy..

#vedic astro observations#spirituality#astrology#astro observations#astro notes#astro community#vedic astro notes#vedic chart#vedic astrology
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I love you Two-Dad’s AU and your portrayal of both characters. I was wondering if you had any fluff prompts for either of them and or their relationship?
Thanks!
Ough, thank you, that means a lot... <3
I'm sorry if these are more hurt/comfort (I guess that's still fluff). Hope they are ok. <3 1. Jason has a PTSD episode during a crime outing. He's desperate for something to anchor him to the present. But what can be given while they're in the middle of some alley or on the floor of a bank? Harvey can think of one thing: his coin.
2. Jason calls Harvey 'dad' for the first time and/or Harvey calls Jason 'son' for the first time. Better if it's accidental.
3. Harvey and Jason people-watch atop a rooftop or from a balcony during a cigarette break. They spy Bruce, Dick (and/or Tim and Damian too) out cleaning up a mess they caused. They gossip and bitch light-heartedly.
4. "You need to go to a doctor." "Don't need a damn doctor, I just need you to keep talking."
5. Harvey goes fucking crazy for Jason's 22nd birthday. Full-on embarrassing dad mode.
6. Jason plays one of his favourite video-games while Harvey watches.
7. "Even if you decide to return to the Waynes, we'll always be here if you ever want to come back."
8. Harvey and Jason making a pit-stop at a grocery shop or a 24/7 while coated in blood, just after an outing, walking casually and normally around the aisles, arguing over which snacks to get before the police arrive while people gape in horror.
9. Scarvey takes Jason shopping for custom guns.
10. Harvey's busy pacing around his office, stressfully sorting through files with about three cigarettes in his mouth. Jason barges in after a long, stressful, pretty shitty night and hugs him, much to Harvey's shock.
11. Harvey and Jason get high and engage in a courtroom-esque battle. 12. Harvey helps Jason with a suit-fitting for Jason's first date in a long while and/or Jason helps Harvey overcome his self-image issues for his first date he's had in a long while.
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Random spoilerific reasons to read Star Trek novels, with little to no context:
Ro/Quark is a thing
A Jem'Hadar joins DS9, tries to fit in but eventually snaps and tries to kill everybody
You learn the origins and final fate of the Borg
A thinly-veiled Dr. House clone joins the Voyager crew
Geordi briefly has 2 girlfriends at once (due to different writers not co-ordinating enough, but still)
There's a TOS book that's a musical
There are YA stories about Jake and Nog making mischief on DS9
YA stories about Worf, Geordi, Picard, Beverly, Kirk, Spock and McCoy at SFA
YA series about the Kelvinverse gang (including Gaila!) as cadets, taking on a drug problem at SFA and a very unique Borg scout in San Francisco
We very briefly meet the people who are to Q what the Q are to humanity
Janeway/Chakotay is a thing
Kirk's first mission in command of the Enterprise! Erm, at least twice.
Kirk was married between TOS and TMP
Her name was Lori
In the future, you have yearly marriage contracts that you either update or you don't and I think that's amazing
Trip didn't die! He faked his death to join Section 31 and go undercover as a Romulan
It's not great, tbh
The ENT books get better after the Romulan wars though, it's proper founding of the Federation stuff
We meet Jack Crusher (erm, the OG) when 4 timelines start overlapping and he's a bit unhinged
Teenage Kirk stole a car and his choice was go to jail or join Starfleet
What happened when Voyager got home? Seven broke up with Chakotay like 30 pages in
Kirk gets cloned, and his clone becomes the sub of an evil invincible super genius and its all very gay
George Kirk was Robert April's first officer on the first ever mission of the unnamed starship with the Naval Construction Contract 1701
Robert is a hard-core pacifist and has to turn command over to George whenever it's time to fire weapons
Data becomes fully human for a couple of days and it's really sweet
They never say "wristwatch" or "phone", it's always "wrist chrono" or "personal comm"
There are gays but they don't say that word because it's the 1990's and Rick Berman runs the franchise
Spock has a son in the past with Zarabeth
Everyone in the post-Nemesis era does spy missions all the time non stop, as if Starfleet has abandoned exploring the cosmos for doing Space Mission: Impossible
Bashir does it better than anyone else, he takes on Section 31 from the inside
Remember Control? It's from the novels, except the novels do it SO MUCH BETTER.
Remember how we never found out who Future Guy was? We do.
It's very underwhelming, nobody we know
We find out how the Romulans and Vulcans split
Surak was a Vulcan internet blogger
A Borg Cube eats Pluto
Janeway dies
Janeway gets better
At least one TOS book features a wizard
There's a Star Trek TOS/Here Come the Brides crossover novel
It had cameos from The Doctor (as in, Who), Han Solo, Starbuck and others
Whole book series about Section 31
Whole book series about the Department of Temporal Investigations
One time they do the Bill and Ted thing to escape confinement and it works
Wanna know how Riker and Troi met?
Wanna know what Picard got up to on the Stargazer?
Andorians have 4 sexes and it's very complicated
Data comes back from the dead as Data 2.0, and it was fresh and exciting because it happened long before ST: Picard did it twice.
Lal comes back too and we get father/daughter android stuff! They have a home and everything but keep having to save the universe
One time Mirror Seven is led around on a leash naked on Terok Nor
Geordi becomes captain of the USS Challenger, decides it's not for him because plot, and goes back to engineering on the Enterprise
Kirk is shot on the bridge and dies
Kirk gets better
They watch 3D holos of old Doctor Who episodes in the Enterprise rec room
The Enterprise also has an AI named Moira, which was Zora long before Zora
The TOS crew get together for one last mission. About three times.
There's a Perry Mason book except it's about Kirk's lawyer from that TOS episode
Data 2.0 owns and runs a massive gambling empire on Orion
Spock keeps randomly showing up everywhere in the TNG era
Scotty keeps randomly showing up everywhere in the TNG era
Bones keeps randomly showing up everywhere in the TNG era
You're on Tumblr so you already know about Killing Time
There's a guy named McKenzie Calhoun and he's a total badass and captains a ship of weirdos and misfits
Kirk comes back from the dead, saves the galaxy repeatedly, has an intersex child (who identifies as male) with a Romulan/Klingon hybrid
Kirk beats up Worf
Kirk's child has superpowers
Kirk's child saves the galaxy at age 6
The Kirk stuff is 100% ignored in the other novels
About 50% of the novels are ignored in the other 50%, and the ones that are meant to be in direct continuity with each other aren't always quite
Just like the TV shows and movies, then
Lwaxana Troi meets Q, and it goes as well as you'd expect
Someone tells Data, yes you idiot you had emotions all along and he's like, oh shit you're right
McCoy is left in command of the Enterprise as a joke by Kirk, who is then immediately kidnapped
Ro Laren is captain of Deep Space Nine
Picard/Beverly is a thing, they get married and have a child named Rene. No running away and raising your kid in secret here
Riker and Troi are married, serve on the Titan together with a bunch of adorable weirdos and have a daughter named Tasha
You get to watch all the 24th century characters die horribly in the end along with their entire universe. Holy fuck it's a bleak horror show. Personally, I love it. But if that's not your cup of tea I'd skip the Coda trilogy
#star trek#star trek novels#star trek novelverse#star trek books#kirk#spock#picard#riker#troi#star trek tos#star trek tng#ds9#Voyager#enterprise#add your own
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ㅤㅤ౨ৎ LETS DROP THE BEAT ⟡ ݁₊ .
₊⊹ TF2 MERCS WITH LUCIO READER
౨ৎ Pst! Cherry says: hello, it's been a while, i've been feeling better these days, but to refrain from feeling burn out again, I'll keep the requests closed and write some fanfics to cope for some time, hope this is okay<3 this was inspired by @papil0nglegs , make sure to check out some of their work 🫶🏼 (little bonus at the end)
。𖦹° Type: Romantic/platonic, fluff, headcanons, reader isn't necessarily male, just has the same abilities as Lucio but can be seen as any gender u want <3
✧₊⁺ Characters: Scout, Medic and Spy.
♡ Song: PUNK TACTICS
⟡ ݁₊ . SCOUT
౨ৎ He's very normal about you. (he's not)
౨ৎ When Scout first met you, he was already really into your style and personality itself, finally someone who could keep up with his electric self! you two were inseparable at the moment you were put together.
౨ৎ Not only Scout likes your personality as a whole, he enjoys your way of battling, he finds it fun and its refreshing to hear some other noise other than the constant screaming and chaos of the battlefield.
౨ৎ Everytime he needs healing now he'll go to you for help, Medic also thanks you almost everyday from saving him from hearing "DOC!!" in that damn boston accent everyday, all day.
౨ৎ Is amazed by your social skills and how quick you are to befriend (almost) everyone in the team, Scout himself is a social guy but you just beat him easily.
౨ৎ So he matches your energy SO MUCH, everytime you go: "Lets do this team" or something of the genre, Scout always go: "HELL YEAH!!! U KNOW!" he loves when u do that.
౨ৎ Sometimes y'all race in the middle of the battle just for the fun of it, sometimes you win, sometimes he wins, but its always fun for both of you either way.
౨ৎ "Can't stop, wont stop!" "Hey! that's my line!"
⟡ ݁₊ . MEDIC
౨ৎ He's... neutral about you.
౨ৎ While Medic thinks your way of battling weird, he is quite fond of your way of healing, it's efficient and quick, but its kind of a bummer have to keep up with you in order to heal, and keeping up with you is something only Scout can pull off.
౨ৎ This old man also thinks your boom box so annoying, everytime you're near him, he gets an headache, seriously, Medic sometimes gets angry at how "unnecessarily" loud you are, but he doesn't say anything cuz he knows you don't really care about his annoyance anyways.
౨ৎ But like i said: you have some points with him for saving him from Scout: Medic could feel himself aging 3x faster just from hearing Scout calling him.
౨ৎ Doesn't really Uber you since you're also on the healing side too, so he thinks it would be a waste, maybe he would if you asked for i but if not Medic won't even cogitate.
౨ৎ I have to say: Medic's a bit jealous of your tech and healing skills, but his pride would never allow him to admit it, usually would just try to do something alike in secret, if you catch him, doc's going to deny it to the end.
౨ৎ Medic finds you polite too, a bit too electric, but polite, even when he ends up envying your tech and whatnot... you always is positive towards the old doctor.
౨ৎ Not much to say, this man is cool with you.
౨ৎ "You ready doc?" "Let's do this mein Freund"
⟡ ݁₊ . SPY
౨ৎ Oh please stop.
౨ৎ You guys are polar opposites, while he's all sneaky and silent, you're all intense and loud, he HATES that, is it so hard for you to keep it down??
౨ৎ Sometimes he asks himself how do you even is one of the most efficient mercs, Spy thinks the way you work is so unprofessional.
౨ৎ You two have beef and it shows, everytime you two ends up interacting in the battlefield you always got some funny remark to make about him, and so does he.
౨ৎ You may or may not blow up his plan of sneaking behind enemies by making noise to startle the enemy, consequently getting him eliminated.
౨ৎ Spy is getting gray hairs just from people mentioning you, another one that always ends up with headaches because of your music, but unlike Medic he voices his annoyance, but again: you do not care, so you just mock him.
౨ৎ You also sometimes switch your healing area to speed when Spy tries to enter it to heal himself, and your little smug ass go: "We need a healer!" while spy is just 🧍🏼
౨ৎ Spy labels you the #1 stressful merc to be around now, making Scout go to 2nd place! congrats 🎉
౨ৎ "Must you always be so loud?" "not my fault you don't like music."
⟡ ݁₊ . BONUS !!
⟡ ݁₊ . Little interactions dialog you have with them<3
౨ৎ "Yo Scout, you killing it with that bat!" "And ur killing with those skates!"
౨ৎ "We need a healer!" "Very professional..."
౨ৎ "Lets pump this battlefield!" "I like your enthusiasm mein freund."
#tf2 scout#tf2 spy#medic tf2#tf2 x reader#scout x reader#medic x reader#spy x reader#team fortress spy#team fortress scout#team fortress medic#team fortress 2 x reader#team fortress 2#team fortress two#୨୧ cherry works
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a platonic drabble for cecil who has a kid that’s just like him and also ends up majorly scarred while saving someone on a mission?
Cecil & family!Reader hcs
Oooooo I like this, you guys really wanna tear this guy apart
Hcs below the cut!
You're his pride and joy
literally the exact same as him like to the way you take your coffee and the way you button your cuffs
From the first time Cecil got called into the office because you "organized detention" to fit your whims
God he's so proud
You're the product of a one-night stand with a visiting alien gone very wrong, dumped at his doorstep at the ripe age of four
it's just been you and him ever since
Cut to years later, and your powers have manifested, and he's all but forced to put you in the field
"You can either send me on missions, or I'm gonna start roaming the streets to fight crime on my own."
God you're gonna give him a heart attack
and so he agrees to put you, his fifteen year old pride and joy, into the field
Donald finds him like completely hungover the next morning cuz he's just so fucking stressed
After a few good missions, though, you prove to be like him in other ways:
you're dependable, a good listener, you follow orders flawlessly and improvise like a pro
Well, he guesses you are a pro now.
You're going on missions relatively frequently, still smaller fish but your powers aren't too insanely useful, you're more like a glorified and enhanced spy than anything.
A lot like he was.
This mission is bog standard, local cult in Midnight City that Darkwing II has requested assistance with since he's too busy with Guardian stuff
And so you go undercover in this cult, robes, rituals, the whole affair
Why is it always Midnight City?
ugh.....
You're handling it like a champ, though, and Cecil's sending backup
The backup is ON. ITS. WAY.
"Do not engage, Y/n, the cavalry is coming, you did good, now just hang tight and don't cause a scene."
He can hear you scoff, not able to verbally respond due to your yknow, undercoverness
What he can't see is that this cult is in the middle of some mad witchy shit, super culty, ritualistic sacrifice aplenty and you're helpless to stop it, at least without a lot of people getting hurt.
You have no idea what's going on, but you overhear two cult members talking to one another
"So what's this ritual for again?" "The spiritual cleansing of the world, dumbass. We're going to rid this world of filthy sinners with the cleansing blood of our leader"
Oh. I guess that guy on the ritual table does look like the cult leader.
You squint from a few rows back to get a better look at him-yeah- yup, that's definitely him.
His blood flows through the grooves in the table, onto the spell circle underneath
Much to your surprise, the circle actually begin to glow a familiar glow
the magical glow of a pre-explo-
BOOM
Cecil only hears you swear quickly before his line gets cut, and its all hands on deck.
Shortly after the explosion, the backup arrives, their priority getting as much of you out in one piece
It's a similar case to Cecil, saving whatever skin they can and grafting it onto you, and offering you the choice to get it replaced with fake skin.
You can't do it, though, but not for the same reason as your father
oh my god you're such an asshole
Cecil teleports straight to the side of your bed, checking you for harm after the doctors finish their procedure on you
"Y/n- fuck- stay with me kid- are you okay? Tell me you're okay." He's a little fast talking, but otherwise he holds himself together remarkably well.
Unti he notices your face
From the bottom of your mouth curving around the left half of your jaw, and down your neck, is burnt skin
Your shoulder and hand on the same side have similar burn marks
"Why?" He asks, softly, praying he hasn't burdened you with the same guilt he's felt since his own incident.
You give him a wide grin, uncharacteristic of the stoic relationship you shared
"I did it because it looks sick as hell! Don't you think?"
Oh man, you're such an asshole.
He ruffles your hair and groans
"You pull it off"
and that's good enough for him.
he's never letting you on another mission ever again omg
#invincible show#invincible#writers on tumblr#cecil stedman#invincible cecil#x reader#cecil x reader#cecil stedman x reader#....
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VERY LONG wolfstar fic rec list PART 2
PART 1
PART 3
Again, since I almost exclusively read smut, most of these are M or E lol
Please let me know if any link needs fixing or if there are any mistakes
Multi-chapter:
Carry Me Away by greyeyedmonster18
Rating: M, 105k words “You know I need you, and that's for sure, you’re just the kind of crazy I’ve been looking for.” Sirius had devised the perfect plan. Two weeks in London before he started University. Two weeks of bars and football games and time spent out from under his parents gaze. Two weeks without rules or expectations. He concocted the perfect ruse to fool everyone about his whereabouts. And then he met Remus. And suddenly two weeks couldn't have ever been enough time. (non-magic, AU; Sirius is a sheltered posh boy on his first rebellion, Remus is an attractive stranger who make's him re-think all his plans).
Sacrifice by abyss_valkyrie (Technomancer28), muse_in_absentia
Rating: E, 48k words In a world where Demons are the top of the food chain, the Shadow Demons are in charge of it all. Sirius, the heir apparent, would really like to shake that up, with a little help from his friends, of course.
For the Love of Ducks by viwrites
Rating: E, 74k words Remus Lupin is freshly twenty years old and sitting on a park bench in central London, he has a squashed pastry bag next to him and a cup of tea clutched between perpetually cold fingers. He moved to London eight months ago in search of a new doctor after having grown up on a little farm in Wales, and he hasn’t taken well to city life. He's taken to this park mostly because the trees are dense, the people are sparse, and there are birds. Nice ones that sing and hop from bench to bench scavenging for dropped bits of food or else pulling worms from the earth. Today he’s watching a pair of ducks glide easily across the pond. He thinks they must have a nest nearby, and in a few weeks there will be ducklings. Or... Remus Lupin has always been sick, and he'd just like to feel normal for once. Sirius Black seems like the perfect man with a perfect, exciting life.
'tis the damn season by moonymoment
Rating: T, 72k words “Where are you going?” Remus turns. Sirius looks delightful; wine-flush and December drizzle painting his pale, pretty face the deepest carmine red. His spindly hands are twiddling at his front, as if he doesn’t know quite what to do with them. He sniffs, and exhales corporeal ice that sends a shiver running down Remus’ spine. He’s not sure if it’s from the cold or the alcohol or… something else. and it always leads to you, and my hometown
ten reasons (to go to michigan) by greyeyedmonster18
Rating: M, 59k words Best-selling novelist Remus Lupin, distraught and torn after his relationship of 10 years ends in nothing but doubt and litigation leaves the bustle of New York City, and retreats to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan in hopes of reconnecting to his childhood and getting his writing spark back. Sirius Black is a local ceramicist and single parent with a backstory all his own, who happens to frequent the coffee shop Remus grew up studying in. Remus for the first time in his life didn't have a plan when he booked a one way plane ticket--except for maybe the plan to never fall in love again. Except... A story of simple pleasures, love, and home. (Modern, Adult Wolfstar AU; set in the states)
Notting Hill by WrappedUp
Rating: M, 23k words Of course, Remus has seen his films and has always thought he's... well, fabulous. But a million miles away from the world he lives in; here, in Notting Hill.
Enigma Variations by Coriaria
Rating: Not rated (officially but actually E), 68k words When Sirius Black is unmasked as a spy, it seems that nearly everyone in Bletchley Park knew all along that something wasn't right about him. But Lily Evans thinks otherwise. She knows that if Black really was a spy, he'd have done it properly, and would have never been caught. Remus Lupin doesn't believe Sirius is a spy either. According to the landlady, she found the stolen ciphers in his room between the pages of a magazine filled with photos of half-naked women. And Remus knows that such a magazine would hold no interest for Sirius. It's not much to go on, but both Remus and Lily are determined to get to the truth. A man's life depends upon it.
Blind and Deaf by Cocomouse
Rating: E, 18k words Remus doesn't do blind dates. They must be the worst possible social situation humankind has ever invented: two strangers some people have decided that maybe they should get in a committed relationship. You have two hours. So no, he wouldn't touch that with a ten yard stick, not if he can help it. But he knows better than to try and argue with Lily, so, here he is.
Text Talk by merlywhirls
Rating: T, 141k words Sirius is in boarding school, Remus is in hospital, and they don't know each other until Sirius texts the wrong number.
Seventeen Hours by eyra
Rating: E, 16k words They had a year in Berlin, and then Orion ordered Sirius back to England to help set up a new department under the firm's South American division. Sirius had been thrilled when Remus turned up in London three weeks later, shrugging and telling him that he'd tired of Berlin, and something in the grey capital had sparked back to life when Sirius returned from reunion drinks at the pub with James and Peter to find Remus - key acquired from Sirius's secretary, he later uncovered - naked on the bed in Sirius's room, head cushioned on folded arms on the silk sheets, knees tucked under and waiting. Sirius and Remus have an arrangement, of sorts. But they’re definitely not together.
Meet Me In The Exosphere by EuripidesTrousers
Rating: E, 108k words “Black, status”, the controller calmly requested. He gritted his teeth and panted as evenly as he could, sounding like he’d just run a marathon, “Maintaining descent… four three zero.” “Copy.” He levelled out just above the 10,000 foot deck and veered right, craning his neck over his shoulder to see Remus’ plane not far behind. Remus’ voice crackled through the comms, deep and smooth, and he had the audacity to sound amused. “Alright, Black? Sound a bit out of breath.” Sirius’ stomach somersaulted. “S’cakewalk, Lupin.” “Good”, Remus rumbled, dropping an octave, “Warm up’s over.” The year is 1996 and Sirius Black is adrift, bouncing numbly between deployments to aircraft carriers with his best friend James Potter, existing purely for the thrill of flying. The year is 1996 and Remus Lupin is desperately holding his aviator career together with all the determination and stubbornness of someone told "You don't belong", in a place that he carved out for himself with his own two hands. When they meet, it's dislike at first sight. Somehow, it ends up being a love story.
Practical Oddities by lurikko
Rating: M, 48k words Regulus needs a place to stay, Remus needs to get over Sirius. It’s August 1979 and things are getting out of hands.
Pas de Deux in the Upper West Side by wilteddaisy (taotu)
Rating: E, 31k words Remus Lupin is a principal dancer with the New York City Ballet. A lead role comes up for grabs in the company's newest ballet and Remus is determined to have it. But only when Sirius Black — oozing talent, charisma and all the elements of a world-class distraction — joins the company does it hang in the balance.
Disarm You With a Smile by five_ht
Rating: E, 45k words Me: hi mr lupin 😊 Mr. Lupin: Hello Mr. Lupin: Are you going to tell me who you are today? Me: i have another hint for you Me: i don't have a dad, but i could sure use a daddy ❤️ Mr. Lupin: And you figure I'm the man for that job? Me: 😜 Me: you tell me
Wilder than Mountain Thyme by TracingPatterns
Rating: E, 110k words Remus Lupin is a disillusioned werewolf who has mostly turned his back on the Wizarding society, content to work his mundane muggle job. That is until his best friend convinces him to join an exclusive study on the Wolfsbane potion at the well-renowned centre outside of Edinburgh. Sirius Black is wizarding royalty, or at least he was until he walked away from his pureblood family to follow his own path in life. After travelling the world and pursuing a career in Magizoology he now finds himself working at one of the highest-ranked centres for magical creatures in the Wizarding world. Their first meeting makes sparks of disdain crackle between them and it seems unlikely that anything, not even the old magic of Edinburgh, will be enough to bridge over the reality of who they are and where they come from.
Beneath a Big Blue Sky by eyra
Rating: E, 68k words The four-by-four heaves its way down long, twisting lanes, little more than dirt tracks scuffed into the surrounding fields and hemmed in by serpentine walls of flat, grey stone. They truly are in the middle of nowhere: the countryside rushes past, all rolling green hills and vast, endless skies, and it's odious. Sirius wants to murder James with his bare hands. Sirius and James accidentally find themselves on a Yorkshire farm during lambing season. The farmer’s son thinks that’s a bit annoying, actually.
To All a Good Night by MsAlexWP
Rating: E, 36k words Sirius Black was supposed to spend Christmas in a luxury Airbnb in Vermont with his best friends. Instead, there's a record-breaking snowstorm, a tiny cabin with no electricity, a viral video, a mysterious last-minute breakup, and sharing a bed with Remus Lupin.
Blends by rvltn909
Rating: M, 192k words Words got in the way sometimes, but Remus got the sense Sirius knew what he was trying to say. - Another coffee shop au.
Heatwave by Krethes
Rating: E, 9k words "Remus strips the soaked shirt from his back, shimmies out of the snitch-emblemed boxers, and pads out into the humid hallway. Despite the temperature outside, it still shouldn’t be so hot in here -- they were wizards, weren't they, and they’d only put about a thousand-and-one bloody cooling charms on this place when they moved in. He pauses at the top of the stairs and sighs -- that had been some thirty-five years ago now, he realizes with a pang of misery that comes when one remembers just how old they are. Grumbling to himself about aging people and aging spells and the absolute unfairness of it all, Remus fetches his wand from the dresser before walking through the entire house. He performs detecting charms in every corner of the house, each room revealing that yes, indeed, there were once cooling charms here, but that they are no longer active. Well, fuck." OR: Another installment of DILF/Mid-Fifties Wolfstar getting their happy ending! Broken cooling charms, a bit of roleplay, and shower sex keep a man young.
call it fate, call it karma by veridity
Rating: E, 103k words Remus wants to be a journalist and Sirius wants revenge. They absolutely hate each other, but they have something in common; an appetite for justice. Or; a University AU in which enemies join forces to take down a corrupt and influential empire through the power of journalistic integrity and unresolved sexual tension.
The Art of Falling in Love by MessusMinnow
Rating: M, 68k words Sirius is a loose cannon who can’t seem to tame himself or actually let people in. Moony is his texting pen pal who he’s never met and is slowly falling for. Remus is slow to trust and scared to be open with anyone except for his mystery pen pal Padfoot.
Forever Live and Die by wolfpants
Rating: E, 84k words It's 1990, and Petunia and Dudley Dursley have been killed in a car crash. Remus Lupin is now Harry's reluctant ward. Thrown back into a world he has long since abandoned, he's forced to confront some painful truths of his past. Or, "what if the Dursleys died and Remus and Sirius reunited earlier"?
My Moony by Whoops_e
Rating: E, 43k words For all that the teasing in the Great Hall hurt him, two words float back to Remus’ memory making him ache. ‘My Moony.’ Remus stares pointedly back into his book. He knows he won’t be able to look at Sirius and not cave. “Remus, darling,” Sirius starts with a teasing melodrama, effectively punching Remus in the stomach. “You have got to start talking to me again.” Don’t look at him. “Because someone used a sticking charm on the Potters and they physically cannot be parted. Peter is snogging now, and all the girls hate me.” ‘You’re better company than being completely alone, I guess,’ is what Remus hears. It’s better this way. “And I miss you,” Sirius adds quietly. - In which Remus loves Sirius so much it hurts, and Sirius can’t figure out why Remus doesn’t want to be his friend anymore.
wading in waist-high water by colgatebluemintygel
Rating: E, 82k words Remus is a PhD student and hobbyist baker who finds himself adrift following his father’s death. On a whim, he enters the Great British Bake Off and is swept up in a flurry of curdled custard, shrunken souffle, and under-proved dough. Remus expects to be challenged and to embarrass himself on public television. What he doesn’t account for are the friendships he develops with the other contestants and the deep connection he forms with his teenage crush, Sirius Black: charming ex-boy band member and Bake Off presenter. or, Sirius groans, dropping his head back into his hands. “It’s the dough,” he mumbles into the skin of his palms. “It’s the kneading. It’s his hands. They’re obscene.” Lily laughs. “They are a bit, aren’t they?”
Fuck It, It’s Fine by R33sesPieces
Rating: E, 25k words Sirius and Remus are madly in love, until they’re not. But even then, they can’t seem to stay away from each other. They’re perfect together, if only everything would stop falling apart. Something that feels so good can’t be a bad idea, right?
tearing air from air by Anonymous
Rating: M, 18k words “Stop,” he spits viciously at the empty room, “fucking haunting me!” or, Sirius is stuck in the Veil and Remus is stuck on the other side. An exploration of grief, family, and loving people even when they want to kill you.
All the Good Things by lurikko
Rating: E, 44k words The summer of 1999: Remus loses his flat and Sirius asks him to stay in Grimmauld Place.
Drifting by Eniaos
Rating: E, 44k words The marauders have been slowly falling apart as they start to build their adult lives. Remus doesn't know if he should fight for his old friends or let them go. A weekend stuck in Edinburgh alone with Sirius changes everything.
Of Bookshelves and Baby Carriers by poppunkpadfoot (StormVandal)
Rating: T, 12k words The customer standing in front of him is quite possibly the most beautiful man Remus has ever seen. Like, he looks like a model or something. He has long, black hair, flattened by water, and just the slightest amount of scruff on his face, and… And a baby strapped to his chest. Okay.
You Can Teach An Old Dog New Tricks by orphan_account
Rating: E, 21 k words This was written for the R/S Kink 2013 challenge. The prompt was: remus / sirius sexy skype call while one is on a mission for the order [this is obviously a modern au] i dont care who gets naked but it’s gotta happen
Just what the doctor ordered by WrappedUp
Rating: E, 97k words This is the story of how Sirius Black finds a dog. Except, it's not really that. This is the story of how Sirius Black finds a dog and meets a skilled veterinary surgeon with crinkly eyes and dimples in his cheeks. Except, that's not really it either. This is the story of how Sirius black finds a dog, meets a skilled veterinary surgeon with crinkly eyes and dimples in his cheeks, and grows the fuck up (at least a little bit).
The Fragile House of Black Series by Fantismal, Jormandugr
Rating: from G to E, 557k words Following the lives of Sirius and (to a lesser extent) Regulus Black as they navigate their family, Hogwarts, and the first wizarding war. Everything follows the story as you know it... until Kreacher decides the young Master Regulus is not going to die tomorrow. This series will get dark. It was also have moments of light. There will be character death and character birth and Remus/Sirius. There will be trust and betrayal and curses and torture and smut and love. But first, you need the childhood. I recommend to start this series with Power the Dark Lord Knows Not
Oneshots:
The Incomplete Recounting of Four Nonconsecutive Tuesdays in the Spring of 2002 by BrujaBanter
Rating: M, 11k words A Few Reasons Remus Suggested They Pursue Couple's Counseling: 1. Sirius was DEAD (no matter how many times he says he wasn't, which is a lot), so that's bloody complicated. 2. They're a "blended family" now and, well, that's also bloody complicated. 3. Sirius Black is an utter fucking mess. 4. They can't just have sex all the time. They can't. Well, maybe they....no, no. They really can't.
Then I Would Come and Find You by RuinsPlume
Rating: M, 3k words This is what saves them every time.
Indiana Lupin and the Search for the Conqueror by nerakrose
Rating: E, 67k words Remus Lupin is an undercover archaeologist for the British Museum and is sent to Greenland to investigate a Roman shipwreck. In Greenland he meets Sirius Black, makes a real discovery and soon enough the two of them are racing through the world in search of the remains of the Library of Alexandria with Remus’ arch-enemy right at their heels.
Gold and Silver Days by busaikko
Rating: E, 2k words Prior to Christmas at Grimmauld Place: Watching the light from the fire play over Remus' hair and face had been what had started the memories. He didn't have many good ones left, and he liked to savour them.
Almost an Accident by lurikko
Rating: E, 5k words A shared bed, a full moon, and a declaration of love, not necessarily in that order.
Frog and Toad Aren't Friends Anymore by swordfishtrombones
Rating: M, 10k words “Is this really all because I wouldn’t live with you?” Remus is still feeling a little fuzzy, but he’s beginning to get chilly and fed up, and he wants to be on common ground. “Some people just aren’t good flatmates. I wasn’t trying to say I liked Adrian and Mary better than you, or whatever you’re thinking.” Sirius runs a hand through his hair and squints at the streetlight, twisting his mouth like Remus is truly hopeless. “It hurt,” says Sirius, “my feelings.”
Sex and Dying in High Society by fluorescentgrey
Rating: M, 12k words London, 1980. It's not yesterday anymore, or: a retrospective as told through '77 punk.
Enjoy Your Worries, You May Never Have Them Again by Anonymous
Rating: E, 6k words “I still don’t trust you to begin a brew after you singed off James’ eyebrows when you forgot to start with water.” “That was one time and I was sixteen.” “That was last spring and you were barred from volatile substances for a month.” Remus mimics the pitch of Sirius’ toshy scoff with such virulent accuracy that Sirius almost drops to one knee and proposes. — Potions: love it or love to hate it, Sirius Black is a sap with an entire Christmas break to brush up on skills he needs to sharpen. If, along the way, he sweeps his favorite prefect ever further off his feet, he won’t complain about it.
Ways to be Gentle by Quietlemonhush
Rating: E, 4k words It wasn’t usually like this. It was usually a little rougher than this. Usually Sirius didn’t really consider it fucking until Remus bit him, until his arm was pulled behind his back. They’re rough together, pushing and snarling even in jest. Even when it was simple, when it was just sex, Remus knew Sirius liked to be held down, to be grounded beneath him, and Sirius knew Remus liked to see a lovemark on the column of his neck. And when it wasn’t simple, when it was more play than sex, then Sirius expected to be thrown against walls, desks, couches, to bounce off the mattress, to shake apart under the force of Remus around him. This was nothing like that. — Sirius has a bad day. Remus reminds him what softness feels like.
Born Under Punches by orestesfasting
Rating: M, 13k words The truth is that he’s kept this love on the back burner of his heart for so many years that he’s grown accustomed to the smell and can sometimes almost ignore it completely. He likes to think he’s made peace with the fact that he’ll never know what it tastes like.
Harmonicas, Hinky-punks, and Heather by mblematic
Rating: M, 24k words Sirius and Remus get stranded in Scotland on Order business, and decide to walk to Hogwarts. Featuring the Brontës, a harmonica, a shrinking tent, and some self-discovery.
two imperfect souls might touch perfection by soloorganaas
Rating: E, 13k words The war is over and Remus is busy running a school for abandoned wizarding youth with his friends. Or rather - they're busy. Remus is trying to figure out who he is after years of his youth were stolen... and how to finally find the words for what he feels for Sirius
tip of my tongue by trustingno1
Rating: E, 3k words "I want to lick you," Sirius announces, and Remus glances up from his parchment. "You do," he says, briskly, "Frequently. In fact, it’s nothing short of miraculous that I don't have worms." "Padfoot does not have worms," Sirius replies. That is an outrageous attack upon his person - his Animagus? - but he won't let the blatant slander sidetrack him - "Not as Padfoot," he persists. "As a sex thing. Sexy licking." Sirius wants to rim Remus. He just wishes he had the words to explain that.
in lieu of beaujolais by aeridi0nis
Rating: M, 19k words Somewhere, there is a very long, meticulously catalogued list of things that Sirius Black does not know. It spans several volumes, actually, page after page bound up in pristine leather, scrawled, dog-eared entries, including (but by no means limited to): what they’re doing here, with all this. How long this could possibly last. What he’ll do when it ends. What he does know, however, is this: he knows that Remus keeps his toothbrush with Sirius’, in the cup by the sink, and his jacket next to Sirius’, on the stand by the front door. He knows he feels odd. If he were to be honest instead of eighteen, perhaps he knows why. or: In which flat-sharing after graduation entails green-tiled bathrooms, cheap red wine and indolence. In which such novelties might be enough to distract a luckier man from his flatmate in the bedroom over. And in which Sirius Black is not a luckier man.
The Great Gay Pornstar Twitter Feud of 2020 by Vixeree
Rating: E, 9k words “So what I’m hearing is that you’ve got a date with your hot, clever, fellow porn-star twitter nemesis, of whom you once said ‘I’d rather die than let that pretentious knobcloud touch my dick’... is that about right?” “... Yes.” Or; Remus Lupin forgets to turn the fucking camera on.
We Build Our Own Unfolding by imochan
Rating: M, 18k words A welcome overstayed, a funeral at the farmhouse, a diary, a welcome overstayed (again), and a long walk over the hills.
The Rivers of Your Palms by estas_absentis
Rating: E, 5k words 1979: Remus has been away for the Order, Sirius welcomes him home.
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janAUry 2025!!
my sincerest apologies for the lateness, but i have FINALLY made the list! explanations for the various aus will be listed below! the rules remain pretty much the same - please respect the aus creators!
medieval au by @bg-sparrow - Featuring Marty as Prince of the Hill and Doc as the Royal Alchemist
clara in the 80s au by @itsthemorph- That one fic I have where Clara makes it on the delorean and comes to the future with the gang and then kinda regrets it for a second
weredoc au by @kit-screams-into-the-future - after a mishap with a bit of einstein's DNA and the power of Science, doc finds himself with a bit of a problem, if "a bit" means "11-feet-tall and very hairy and also not exactly human". basically he just turned himself into a dog man. a big, wet, sad dog man. taking the term "dog person" to new heights, doc and marty now have to figure out how restore doc to his previous state of being without anyone else in hill valley suspecting a thing. which is easy at first (doc's always been a bit of a recluse, so it's not like this is any different) but, of course, when have things like this ever stayed easy for long when it comes to these two...
spy x family au by @izzy-draws05 - Based on the anime Spy X Family! (I recommend reading a plot summary to get more details!) Doc is a scientist working for a spy agency, who needs a fake family to complete a mission. He adopts Marty, who as a young kid, escaped a lab that gave him the power to read minds. Queue found family and slice of life shenanigans while Doc tries to complete his mission, and Marty tries to help without revealing his secret and what he knows.
ashen pines au by @rose-of-pollux - In 1971, the Cold War goes hot, and Hill Valley is incinerated in an attempt to get Doc, who has escaped; with him is a 3-year-old Marty McFly, the only survivor of his family, and now his adopted son.
trinity trilogy au by @daryfromthefuture - marty ends up stuck in the 1940s permanently due to a delorean malfunction. shenanigans ensue when he ends up in los alamos with his adopted father, the 29-year-old doc, when the latter is recruited for the manhattan project.
everything everywhere all at once au by @stillpreoccupiedwith1985 - Basically Marty is aware and can access all universes. Here is a link, https://www.tumblr.com/stillpreoccupiedwith1985/745704523820089344/as-promised-my-everything-everywhere-all-at-once
zombie au (! multiple versions by multiple creators! ask either @jayisnotdrawing or @mundancheemudomo for more context, i am too lazy to copy all of it in here at the moment lmao)
stuck in the 60s au by @bri-to-the-future - marty ends up in 1967 based on the first draft of bttf 2. remember the lsd
spiderman au by @styxbugg - marty is spiderman (see the doc for last year's challenge for context! in fact, i can say that for a lot of these)
frankenstein au by @jayisnotdrawing - marty dies in the train experiment in 1885, and doc revives him with science. angst ensues.
mermarty au by @itsthemorph - see last year's document!
stuck in 1885 au (this one specifically refers to @daryfromthefuture's "until i get home". i think) - see last year's document!
time circuits series by @bg-sparrow - see last year's document!
the shadow's gambit/spies au by @aceofthyme - Summary: Spies? Spies! Doc is a technical agent working for a spy organization, and Marty is his apprentice/a junior field agent. Longer Explanation: Doctor Emmett L. Brown is a member of a top secret organization dedicated to ensuring world peace. As an agent in the technical and scientific department, he spends most of his days buried in research or working on various inventions. He enjoys his work, and it pays well, but there’s one problem: every senior agent is expected to take on an apprentice, and Doc hasn’t yet. Were he not so indispensable to the agency, he suspects he would have been ‘released from service’ long ago. Regardless, he can’t risk losing his position—he needs the funding, after all, and he doesn’t have much else lined up. When a teen is brought in as a suspect relevant to a new case, Doc is able to clear the boy’s name thanks to the power of science. He finds himself taking a liking to the kid, though, seeing something there that reminds him of himself. Before he can think about it, he offers the boy the apprenticeship—and Marty McFly immediately says yes.
around the world in 80 days au by @daryfromthefuture - marty and doc take over the roles of passepartout and phileas fogg based on jules verne's novel. marty, orphaned, is employed as a servant at emmett brown's house, who, as a result of a bet, is going to travel around the world in 80s days. read "the perils and the promise" on ao3 if you want it as a whole, but there's also clara and hurt/comfort because doc is marty's first employer to actively care about him and all the stuff
jennifer in 1955 au by @carrotsofthepirabbean - With Marty out of the picture due to an incident in Hell Valley, Jennifer goes back to 1955 to retrieve the almanac and repair the timeline
marty & the pinheads au by @stillpreoccupiedwith1985 - Think of the 2001 movie Josie and the Pussycats, but with Marty and his band. Based on the fact in the movies they are just The Pinheads, but in the musical it is now Marty McFly and the Pinheads. In Josie and the Pussycats, they were just the Pussycats first. So tons of music industry corruption and Marty getting temporarily brainwashed into being a snobby rockstar.
nutcracker au by @stillpreoccupiedwith1985 - Says on the tin, the nutcracker. Doc is Drosselmeyer, Marty is his nephew/The Nutcracker, and Jennifer is Clara (from the ballet/story not Clara Clayton)
royalty au by @professorsaber - see last year's document!
it's like utopia! au by @jayisnotdrawing - instead of doc, marty disappears upon arriving in citizen valley. cue doc dealing with nerd marty while trying to repair the timeline.
fenrir au by @madscientists1mp - After an invention mishap, a terrible white wolf starts to terrorize Hill Valley... and it looks all too similar to Doc. Can Marty help his friend cure his bloodthirsty dark side? Will Clara find out about her husband's bone-breaking transformations? Will the Men in Black claim him for dissection? Tune in to find out!
vincent au by @whosmurphy - see last year's document!
once upon a time series by @bg-sparrow- see last year's document!
miitopia au by @daryfromthefuture - marty is cast as the hero in the video game miitopia, and the other bttf cast joins him over the course of the adventure. au post is here!
alien doc au by @alex-a-fans - see last year's document!
local legend au by @styxbugg - see last year's document!
steampunk au by @stillpreoccupiedwith1985 - Yet another stuck in 1885, but this time Jennifer is with them in 1885. After Doc married Clara, Marty and Jennifer tie the knot and move to Kansas City. While they are there they discover an underground advancement of technology, using steam. They go to learn more as a way to see if they can use this to help get back to 1985, while also navigating their life in 1885.
jennifer in 1885 au by @kit-screams-into-the-future - what it says on the tin! jennifer has stayed concious through their time travels and now has to work with marty to save doc's life in 1885. so basically part 3 but if jennifer was there. she gets to be a cowboy yeehaw
soulmate au by @daryfromthefuture - see last year's document
for the alternate ones ALSO see last year's document! i will link it once again:
thank you all for your wonderful submissions! i can't wait to see what you create :D
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DUNGEONS AND MERCENARIES
scout: scout is playing some kind of harengon fighter. maybe a ranger if snipes can convince him to do it. but he will always pick the harengon as his race. he likes the perks that come with it. generally a neutral good or chaotic good character. not particularly good, roleplay wise, but nobody can say he doesn’t try his damnest!
soldier: he’ll be an orc! he likes the orcs. he’s not gonna be anything that doesn’t stand at least 6 feet tall. might be a drow for some variation, but he will always, always be a barbarian, or a fighter. loves path of the zealot. and he loves path of the zealot because medic is always a wizard, so he never dies in battle. soldier always makes his characters himself, personality wise, so he’s always in character.
pyro: pyro switches between a homebrew faerie sorcerer and a centaur fighter, but they really focus on their homebrew faerie. both true neutral characters. they love that character so much it absolutely wrecks them. cannot imagine what they’re going to do if/when this character dies. the amount of love, care, and time they’ve put into this character is astounding. they do have another character in the works, but it takes them days to put a character together in the way they want them, so it’s not going very well.
demo: demo will be a human fighter. he doesn’t really know the game well enough to feel confident to do anything particularly fancy, especially knowing it’s a roleplay based game; but if you put a character sheet in front of him he’ll figure out how to play it. that’s the best way to break demo into the world of dnd. just start putting characters in front of him and say “you’re playing this now”. after a few sessions he really grows to enjoy it! it almost makes focusing on one character alone boring. loves visiting merchants and shops.
heavy: heavy will pick a chaotic good dwarf bard. that’s the point, right, of dnd? you become something you’re not? yeah, so he’s gonna play a dwarf bard. his name is grumley and he’s a bartending bard. his big move is he gets enemies drunk and lets the rest of the team obliterate them. one of the best players. he catches on quick, asks a lot of questions, gets way into his descriptions. heavy in a party is a guaranteed baffling method of killing the BBEG.
engineer: it takes a lot of convincing to get engie to join in on the campaign, and even convincing him means that he’s just gonna be at the table. if you don’t have a character set up for him he’s going to make a god awful amalgamation of a class and a race and a background and then not pay attention to any of it. usually opts for spellcasters, and leans towards warlocks, but he won’t turn his nose up to a martial class.
medic: medic will always, always be a wizard in the school of necromancy. from there, the race doesn’t matter to him. the background doesn’t either. it creates some very interesting characters, roleplay wise, but the doctor is one of the most solid and subsisting fighters in the party. but he will also disengage and run from a battle if he can. normally plays evil aligned characters.
sniper: meet your dungeon master. most would describe snipes as a cruel mistress of the tabletop realms he creates. and he puts a lot of thought and care into his campaigns. they are hard, they are unforgiving, but his party is hooked and obsessed. he’s definitely a hardass, but it’s really what makes his campaigns fun. it’s a crash course in earning your victories. and he gives respect to every character death. he might even shed some tears himself if he really liked your character.
spy: i find it funny that someone in the tags said that snipes would play a kenku ranger because to me spy would be playing a kenku ranger. but really a kenku anything. i think that spy playing a kenku would keep him engaged in the roleplay while also giving him opportunities to leave the table during roleplay heavy sections. it almost blows his cover in another one of snipes’ campaigns because of how much he enjoys playing kenkus. snipes makes an offhand mention about his affinity for them and spy’s response was “oh…. really, i just think the race is interesting…” but he’s pretty sure that didn’t fly (spoiler alert it actually did, snipes can’t fathom for a second that spy might actually enjoy dnd)
#team fortress 2#team fortress two#tf2 medic#tf2 sniper#tf2 heavy#tf2 engineer#tf2 pyro#tf2 scout#tf2 soldier#tf2 spy#tf2 demo#tf2 demoman#oh! by the way!#see you in eight posts ;)
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I got a comment on ch 53 about the shapeshifting culture stuff i made for my future Cat!Stan fic. Gonna post my answer here for those of you who here who don't read all the comments, and just so its here.
Shapeshifters are a species that survive through adapting to their surroundings. Their true form is squishy and doesn't have a lot of natural defenses, so they blend in with other organisms to survive. Shapeshifters who participate in human society do this by 1. laying eggs, generally one to two, 2. finding a suitable host family who's pregnant, 3. infiltrating the hospital at the hosts birth, having their newly hatched baby imprint on the human one, then going off and fudging medical records to make it seem like the couple had twins. Its not a perfect system, but some shapeshifters make a living off of becoming nurses or doctors and smoothing out the process. The host family takes both children home, and raises them together, with the shapeshifter learning behaviors and mannerisms from their 'twin'. Shapeshifters have photographic memory from almost day 1, so they know they aren't human, because their birth parents will tell everything they need to know before they dip. This makes it so their infant has a higher chance of learning appropriate human social skills.
Other organized supernatural creatures want shapeshifters on their payroll, so its not uncommon for them to send out scouts to find young shapeshifters and 'recurit' them. Either by kidnapping or actually persuading them to join. All those organizations are different supernatural creatures who tend to do this. Shapeshifters themselves don't have any kind of organized group, because they focus on blending in with others. They do have family or neighbor hood groups, who can help each other out, but nothing that has a lot of reach outside of a town or state. Shapeshifter parents will stay near the host parents, but wont directly interfere in raising their child. They only stick close enough so that the child has someone to go to in case of supernatural emergencies, and to step in if the child blunders their identity or has questions. Once the kid reaches adulthood, they'll come collect the kid and introduce them to the local supernatural scene and act as mentors, but they dont tend to form parent/child relationships. If something happens to the kid, either death or kidnapping, the parents will shrug and go on with their lives.
Not every shapeshifter is the same of course, some might parent more than others, and some willingly give their eggs away to be raised as super spys/assassins, but those don't tend to work as well as their employers want them to, since they never mimic normal human behavior they don't blend in as well. Most try to snatch kids who've been around humans long enough to know how to act like one, but still early enough their shifts haven't become stiff and they get limited to just humans.
So Marcy is Darcy's 'twin' in that her parents chose Darcy's parents to raise her, then slipped her in next to Darcy. Darcy considers them twins, because they are sisters who were raised like that, regardless of biology, while Marcy's always known she was 'other' and has a hard time admitting that connection. Darcy only found out the truth near the beginning of the grim dark fantasy drama. It was angsty. there were accusations about child snatching. questioning if blood is thicker than the bonds of childhood, etc, etc.
Let me know if you have any further questions!
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Written for @steddiebingo Prompt: Fruit
Word Count: 4k | Rating: T | CW: descriptions of injuries and medical procedures, medical trauma | POV: Mixed | Tags: Hurt/comfort, medical whump, Steve Harrington is Eddie's favourite pain killer, Steve is sweetheart, Eddie is a mess but he's on the way up, pre-relationship, language |
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My first bingo entry! Please mind the copious use of parentheses, ellipsis and italics.
Waking up in the hospital is always disorienting. Eddie naps constantly throughout the day and each time he rouses he’s thrown for a loop; unfamiliar bed linen, bright lights, stupid machines and their stupid noises, and all the tubes and wires attached to him. If he moves without thinking something pulls and some of the places these things are attached to are already really fucking sensitive. Motion of any kind is not his friend right now.
Even before his eyes are fully open he knows someone is in the room with him, there usually is. But he recognises Steve’s cologne almost instantly, the guy practically bathes in it and it tends to waft a few feet ahead of him. He’d be a terrible spy.
Eddie turns his head to the right, not bothering to try and lift it from the pillow. He feels like shit today, another infection in one of his larger wounds is setting him back, so now he’s being pumped with another round of nuclear strength antibiotics. ‘Debridement’ ranks alongside ‘Vecna’ and ‘bats’ for words he never wants to hear for the rest of his fucking life.
Steve sits back in the larger of the two visitor chairs, legs stretched out in front of him, crossed neatly at the ankles. He’s reading a magazine from the pile Gareth and Jeff brought on their last visit. Steve Harrington reading Metal Hammer is… decidedly odd. Eddie’s about to say so but Steve reaches down to a little brown paper bag on his lap and pulls out a cherry by the stem, and Eddie’s utterly enthralled as Steve tips his head back and the cherry touches his parted lips. Eddie let’s out a little annoyed huff, because firstly, he’s not well enough to enjoy the vision of Steve’s cherry stained lips swallowing down another piece of fruit, and secondly, solid food.
(Thanks to those bats burrowing into his abdomen, one of the many extras he’s sporting these days is giving him nutrition directly into his intestines while his insides gently ease themself back into working order, so food is a touchy subject for him right now. Wayne implemented a food ban in his room after Eddie nearly cried at the sight of a half eaten pastrami sandwich Dustin had brought from school.)
Steve finally catches his eye as he drops the cherry into his mouth and hastily finishes it off, spitting the pit out. Jesus Christ.
“Oh hey,” he says softly. That’s something Eddie has noticed, how Steve and Wayne keep their voices low when he wakes up, probably because they’ve been there enough times when he’s been so out of it that he’s panicked and the extra noise makes everything worse. Other people, Dustin and Mike shaped people, Gareth and Jeff shaped people, they carry on like it’s the school lunch room. Robin can go either way.
“Hey,” he says, and his voice still sounds awful to his ears. He was told he was on a ventilator for three weeks and his voice has been fucked up ever since they weaned him off it, scratchy and weak and sore. The doctors keep telling him it will improve, but in the meantime he sounds like Marilyn Monroe being possessed by a demon.
Steve leans closer. “Sorry, did I wake you?”
“No, not at all.”
“You need anything?”
Eddie smiles, even though what he’s feeling is kinda complicated. He hates this, like, all of this. He can barely move, he sleeps most of the day and still wakes exhausted, and everything hurts all the time, though admittedly morphine is a hell of a drug. But then his friends, including these new ones, the people who pulled him out of the pyre, well they’re there for him all the time. It makes him want to cry. Everything makes him want to cry right now.
“Water would be nice, actually. And maybe if I could sit up a little?”
Steve springs into action, raising the head of the bed and readjusting Eddie’s pillows before passing him a plastic beaker of water. The water is warm, like the sun-baked bottles of Dr. Pepper he always seems to have rolling around on the floor of the van (and he could certainly use some of it’s vim, vigour and vitality right about now actually); it’s a little gross but he’s found the bar for what could be considered acceptable got lowered considerably since he woke up.
Old Eddie lived on a healthy diet of cigarettes, weed and government cheese and hotdogs on white bread (Jesus Christ, he needs to stop thinking about food). But water has been a hell of an eye opener. He’s not allowed to gulp liquids, probably couldn’t if he tried, but once he’s home and normal and not looking like a medical voodoo doll he’s all in on the water. Beer isn’t getting a look in, he’s getting fancy bottles of Evian and loading their shitty fridge with it and he’s going to chug ice cold water all day long.
The television is on, the credits of All My Children playing out in silence, which means Wayne has been here today. Wayne knows him in ways no one should be able to know a person, things you barely admit to yourself, so he’s been able to join dots over the years that Eddie doesn’t even know are there. Eddie doesn’t give two fucks about soap operas (…possibly not true) but Susan Lucci’s voice is the shelter of the trailer on a shitty school day when he’s cut classes, or being home sick, bundled under blankets with Wayne’s large hand stroking his head. It’s painfully ordinary, and for the first time in his life ordinary seems like a wonderful thing.
“Are you watching this?” Steve asks him as One Life To Live begins.
“Kind of?”
“Wow. I hope your band don’t know about this dude, that’s your entire rep on the floor right there.”
Eddie laughs, which in turn pulls sharply at the stitches in his left cheek, and the smile fades away into nothing.
Some of the stitches were removed, some re-done, but he knows from Wayne’s face that whatever is under the dressing isn’t for the faint hearted. He’s only seen a few of the bites, mostly some superficial ones on his arms. The evil fucks went all in on the important parts: face, throat, hands (you will never be able to tell him that wasn’t punishment for his show on the trailer roof). His stomach and legs are a mess, fuckers even got his foot. The sensation of them tearing through leather, burrowing through his skin and muscle, the way he could feel them inside him, in his—
“You’re okay, it’s okay.”
A warm hand grabs his, halting the tremor, and Steve’s voice is melodic, rhythmic. Eddie can’t really make all the words out, just his name, you’re okay, you’re okay…
It takes a few minutes but he gets there, his breathing shaky but even. It’s not the first time it’s happened (he had a real fucking doozy when he woke up with a tube down his throat, awful, horrendous, do not recommend) and he’s been assured by wonderful, horrible doctors that it won’t be the last. Still, it’s mortifying, more so when it’s in front of people like Steve ‘put together like a Gap model’ Harrington. The guy has a scaly pink ring around his throat and he makes it look like a fashion choice. It’s unfair to be that cool.
(However, and Eddie fucking delights in this, his week on the run with the Mystery Gang, and his subsequent week back in the land of the living, have demonstrated to him that Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington, King of Hawkins High (Retired) is one of the biggest dorks he’s ever met. When he’s feeling better he is going to cash in his chips and dine out on that piece of information for an inordinately long time.)
Steve passes him the beaker again, supporting it this time because that tremor just will not fuck off apparently, and somehow panic plus leaning forward to take a drink out of a sippy cup equals exhaustion these days. He let’s the pillow and mattress swallow him and spends the next few minutes watching the TV in silence.
Steve grabs the remote and notches the volume up a little, smiling at Eddie as he relaxes into the big vinyl seat.
“You’re secret’s safe with me, dude.”
Eddie risks another smile, smaller this time, careful.
“Fuck you,” he says, and it would sound soft if it weren’t for the cheese grater in his throat.
They sit back and watch their stories together, interspersed with town gossip, because Steve is beloved by everyone in Hawkins and he hears everything these days. It’s so bizarre.
One Life To Live rolls into General Hospital, and Eddie’s eyes slip closed, but that’s okay because it’s never been the same since Rick Springfield left, and Steve is narrating half of it for him anyway. He’s trapped in a hospital bed, wearing unfamiliar skin, and Steve is filling him on the latest with Sean and Monica’s affair, and town tidbits like Tommy Hagan’s mother getting into a fight with the relief team at the school because she didn’t like the quality of the donations they assigned to her. This is his new normal, and it’s awful and wonderful in equal measure.
He opens his eyes to find Steve frowning at him.
“Something on my face?”
Steve does his best to hide his smile, but Eddie still catches it. He knows it doesn’t mean anything, these little looks that verge on fondness, just a new friend being attentive and offering support, but disconnecting his brain from those thoughts is hard right now. It’s a fight for future Eddie, home from the hospital - wherever home may be - trying to work out his new place in the world. For now though he’ll bask in it.
Steve gets up and takes a look at his medical chart, that frown back in full force. Eddie tries not to imagine him in a white coat or scrubs.
Holy shit.
The chart is clipped back into place and then Steve grabs the call button, pressing it entirely too many times.
“What are you doing?” Eddie asks.
“You’re overdue pain meds.”
“I’m okay for now.”
Steve scoffs. “Yeah I can see that by the look on your face.”
Eddie’s been gaining exceptional clarity on every cell in his body for the last thirty minutes or so, can feel every needle, every stitch, every tube, every port. Can feel the flaming, debrided edge of his skin, the donor sites where he had skin removed for a graft stinging and itching. And it’s a solid seven right now, but he knows well that his pain is a steam train flying downhill, gaining speed and momentum. The seven will be an eight real fast, and the nine will come in the blink of an eye.
It has been a while since his last dose of morphine; some of the nurses are a little more on it with their care of the Devil of Hawkins than others, and there’s more than one face he dreads seeing when they walk in his room. Some of them are rougher with him than they need to be, he knows that, but making a fuss… he just doesn’t have the fight in him.
Regardless, Eddie thought he was doing a pretty good job of keeping a lid on his discomfort, because once he gets that shot it’s going to be off to La La Land for him, nighty-night time, lights out. His life is, and forgive him for being melodramatic here but he’s fucking earned it, a revolving door of of misery interspersed with blinding goodness. Steve is the highlight of his day, he brings sunshine with him no matter the state of the outside world, and Eddie needs it, like the fluids and antibiotics and morphine, he needs Steve.
So yeah, forgive him for maybe trying to be a brave soldier just to stay awake a little longer.
A nurse comes into his room smiling at him, which is a rare occurrence. Ethel is one of the good ones which he always found kind of odd because she’s on the more mature side, if he was being delicate. He’s caught Wayne eyeing her up on more than one occasion, even caught Ethel giving him the eye back. He’s already warned the old man to knock it off because he’s traumatised enough and he doesn’t need to wake to the sight of Ethel straddling Wayne in that big comfy chair. If looks could kill Wayne would have finished off the job the bats so valiantly began.
“How’s my favourite patient today, huh?” she asks him.
Steve smiles at her, and something glows in Eddie that it matters to Steve that she’s nice to him.
“He’s in pain,” says Steve, no preamble.
“I’m not.”
“You’re a liar.”
“I’m not! I’m okay.”
Ethel checks his monitors and his chart, then gently takes his hand, thumb stroking over the back of it.
“What have I told you about being brave, huh? You look uncomfortable, sweetheart. There’s no prize here for suffering.”
“What a shame,” he jokes, “I was really hoping for a trophy. Maybe a certificate?” His face falls. “I’m not getting my diploma, may as well get something out of this.”
Ethel taps him softly on the arm. “Stop that, immediately, young man.” She gives his hand a final short squeeze. “Okay, let me go and get the good stuff. And I’m sorry, sweetheart, you should have been given this an hour ago.”
He shrugs best he can. “ I was asleep so…”
“That’s not the point,” Steve cuts in. “It’s not the first time it’s been late,” he says to Ethel, the coolness in his voice making it clear he’s not happy about it. “He’s supposed to be staying ahead of the pain, right?”
“I know,” she says, resigned. “I’m going to follow it up, don’t worry. Be back in a moment.”
Steve takes his seat back at Eddie’s side once Ethel has left his room, and he scoots his chair closer and closer until he can rest his arms across the top of the safety rail of the bed. Eddie can’t take his eyes off him.
“You sure you’re close enough?” he teases.
Steve backs away a little but Eddie stretches his hand out, hoping he’ll get the picture, praying it’s not too forward. Because at the end of the day he’s just some weirdo that got pulled into this bizarre vortex of evil, but there’s a beautiful man here everyday offering him comfort and he hurts too much, in all kinds of ways, to bear losing it.
Steve leans back in and grabs his hand with a relaxed smile like he’s in the very best place he can be right now, and what a thought that is?
Eddie’s getting used to Steve’s touch, knows where the calluses are, the little bump on the inside of his middle finger, probably from holding a pen too tight. How his nails are too short because he bites them. How warm they always are. He never wants to lose that knowledge but soon there won’t be any reason for Steve to touch Eddie like that. For now though he savours it.
Ethel returns and injects his painkillers directly into the cannula on the back of his hand. He feels the cool flood of it under his skin before it warms and spreads through him, leaving him loose.
“I’m on till six,” she says to Steve. “Come find me if you need anything.”
She leaves them alone, closing the door behind her, blocking out the constant noise coming from outside his room.
Eddie feels the drugs oozing through him, his arms and legs and head feel like cotton candy and lead, all sweet and fluffy and syrupy and weighty and—
“Cotton candy, huh?”
Oh shit, did he say that out loud?
Steve laughs. “Yeah, you did. You’re funny when you’re high, you know that?”
Eddie’s about to answer when Steve’s stomach lets out the most intense noise.
“Holy shit, Harrington.” Eddie laughs, and he can’t hide the rough slur in his voice.
“Sorry.”
“S’okay. Why don’t you go for something to eat?”
“Nah, it’s fine. I have cherries, remember? I should have eaten them before I got here.”
Eddie does his best to bat his hand at Steve’s little stash of cherries. “Well eat them now before your stomach thinks your throats been cut.”
“I’ll eat them later, I shouldn’t have been eating in here anyway, not until that’s gone.” He flicks his finger toward the tube snaking out of Eddie’s nose.
“I don’t mind,” he says, his voice getting thicker. “I don’t like cherries.”
His head gets heavier, feels like he’s going to fall through the pillows and mattress, fall through the floor, fall through to the—
He starts to cry.
Steve reaches over the rail and wipes away a few stray tears. It’s a testament to how often this happens that he doesn’t say anything, no shhhh-ing noises, no telling him it’s going to be okay. It will be, he knows that, but he can’t stop crying at the oddest times. Ethel said it was his body dealing with everything, just part of the healing process, but he didn’t know if that was just something she was saying to make him feel better or if it was actually true.
“You wanna see a trick?” Steve whispers, cherry stained lips so close to Eddie’s face. If his arms worked he thinks he’d touch them.
He hopes he didn’t say that out loud.
“Okay.”
Steve scoots back and grabs a cherry, plopping it in his mouth, contorting his face into a dozen which ways, and Eddie knows exactly what he’s doing before he spits out the knotted cherry stem.
He giggles, the sudden onset of tears at a halt (for now).
“Of course Steve Harrington is good with his tongue.”
Eddie’s eyes go wide when he realises what he said, knows for sure he said it out loud this time. But Steve doesn’t look scandalised, doesn’t look at Eddie like he’s a freak. He looks delighted.
“What can I say, I’m a man of many talents.”
Eddie feels his eyelids slip closed only opening them when he feels the head of the bed slowly lower again, his blanket being pulled up and smoothed out, lines and tubes untangled and out of his way. He kind of wants to cry again, these little acts of kindness, of gentle care, overwhelm him. Before it all he had Wayne. After, he got Steve and Dustin and Robin and Ethel and on and on and on…
He feels undeserving of it all.
“You have really pretty eyes.”
It slips out, his morphine-loosened tongue unable to stop from spilling all his little secrets. Steve leans on the rail, head on one arm, the other snaking through the bars to hold Eddie’s hand, and Eddie shivers when he feels the strong thumb stroke his fingers softly, avoiding all the needles and bandages taking up way too much real estate.
Eddie had wished so hard for his mom that first day he woke up, driven to fierce tears by the grief of her death, all fresh and knotted in him despite how many years she had been gone, because he had wanted this, someone to hold him, to touch him just for comfort and not because they needed to pierce another vein, or clean a wound. Wayne gives his touch freely because he wants to and because he knows sometimes Eddie just needs it (and he won’t ask for it). Now Steve is doing the same thing and it’s huge and consuming and Eddie feels swaddled in it; a warm blanket of care that he never wants to let go of.
Steve smiles at Eddie and with his brain all soupy he can’t make out if it’s fondness or if he thinks Eddie’s a weirdo. Maybe both.
Eddie’s vaguely aware that he’s lying there slack jawed, more from the drugs and generally feeling like warmed over shit, but maybe it’s awe, maybe it’s because he survived the most awful week of his life and ended up here with Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington looking at him like he’s something special. Something precious.
“Go to sleep, Munson,” Steve says, nearly a whisper.
“Don’t want you to go.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” He gently squeezes Eddie’s fingers. “I’ll be right here. Promise.”
Eddie finally gives in and lets his eyes slip closed. “I really like you,” he says, sleep speeding him away.
“I really like you, too.”
He falls asleep with a smile on his face.
Eddie is lax and Steve knows he’s going to drop off any second. Eddie’s like an old cat, long hours of sleep interspersed with constant naps. He needs it, Steve wants him to have it because he needs him to get better. He kind of misses him when he nods off. Even when Wayne or Dustin are here, he rarely takes his eyes off Eddie, probably because at the beginning each new day was not a given. He spent fewer days watching over him back then because, and God help him for this, he didn’t want to be there if Eddie died. He watched it once, left Eddie broken and bruised in a last ditch effort to stop it being permanent, and from time to time he gets the oddest sensation under his hand, that feeling of give, of breaking, and it makes him sick every time. So yeah, he didn’t want to be here then. But he wants to now.
Steve’s trying to be cautious because Eddie isn’t all there about seventy per cent of the time he’s awake and the other thirty percent of the time he’s in pain, so it’s not fair and he’s not a sleaze. But he hopes once Eddie’s out of this fucking place, once they’re sitting under the summer sun, maybe lazing in Steve’s pool on a hot day, he hopes then he’ll be able to say something. He hopes they’ll be able to get to know each other properly out of the confinement of this awful room, that the connection he feels doesn’t fade when Eddie finally goes home.
It feels like noticing Nancy that first time, when he couldn’t take his eyes off her in the library, his stomach flip-flopping because she was all he could think of. His mornings, afternoons and evenings full of thoughts of Nancy, Nancy, Nancy.
Now they’re full of Eddie.
He’s not sure if Eddie even likes guys, and if they only remain friends well then that’s okay. Because Eddie is funny, and sweet and stupidly kind, and despite his blustering - admittedly not at full force right now - he loves Dustin, and the rest of his Hellfire buddies. He’s good. And Steve wants more good in his life.
He knows Eddie is flirting with him, just a little, so he flirts back, just a little. But he’s going to act on it one of these days.
“Go to sleep, Munson,” he croons, trying to ease Eddie into a peaceful rest.
Eddie’s hand twitches in what Steve things is a failed attempt at grabbing his.
“Don’t want you to go.”
“I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right here. Promise.”
“I really like you.”
Steve makes a valiant effort to not read into that the way he wants. Tries his very best to tamp down the Eddie, Eddie, Eddie of it all. But he’s a weak man.
“I really like you, too.”
And he does. So much it aches in him.
There’s always a moment when Eddie closes his big brown eyes where Steve’s heart jack rabbits, where he frets that this might be the last time he gets to look into them, but it’s getting better, Eddie is getting better, despite the set backs. So he waits for Eddie’s gentle snuffles to kick in, before relaxing and finishing off the last of his cherries.
When he gets home he empties his pockets, wallet and keys on his desk, loose change into his coin jar, and the little knotted cherry stem on his bedside table.
Full disclosure - I have never watched All My Children, One Life To Live or General Hospital in my life, and therefore I am very sorry for any innacuracies. Apparently Sean and Monica's affair was the big story line around April/May 1986 - I did my best!
@the-unforgivenn Hope I didn't mess it up too badly!
#steddiebingo2025#steddiebingo#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#cw injuries#cw medical procedures#cw medical#hurt/comfort#cw medical trauma
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ೀ ⎯ 𝖕𝐚𝐫𝐚deisos 𝓼𝗰𝘂𝗺. (Pt. 2)
A/N: i’m guessing u guys rlly RLLY like rahu (same) so i wanted to get this out as soon as possible for you! so sorry if this looks a bit rushed (also yes the cum part in bold letters in the title is on purpose LOL)
also my fault for disappearing for a week 😞 i am back now tho i promise! wanted to get smth out before it hit the 10 day mark so i’ll fix some things up when i wake up. wanted to make this a bit more spicy but i lost inspiration for this fic unfortunately 🙏 (maybe next time!)
⏜ ₊ ݁ Rahu x Paradeisos!Doctor!Reader
cw: suggestive! enemies to fuckers (?), degradation (dirty mutt), slight choking, hair pulling, reader got smacked to next tuesday, reader being a bitch
“Stop moving around, you’re going to make your injuries worse.” You said with a snicker, hovering over the sinner, your knees on either side of her torso. Rahu groaned in irritation, large, scarred hands planted firmly on your waist, the side of her face—well, mask resting gently against your chest. Your white coat discarded somewhere, alongside your skirt, leaving you in only your shirt, and undergarments. “Damn you. You’re a spy, aren’t you?” She sneered, narrowing her silver eyes at you.
“Oh my, such bold accusations.” You smirked, smug, and cocky, all the while staring down at the sight before you. The usually stoic, Rahu reduced to nothing more than a flustered mess, your lipstick marks stamped across the skin of her neck, down to her collarbone and chest. “Don’t think i can’t see the way you keep gawking at me.” You started, and Rahu’s grip on your waist tightened, you felt every single twitch, and movement of her fingers. “But for the longest time, i’ve wondered what was going through your head when you look at me. Was it hatred, anger, disgust?” You slowly leaned forward, coming face to face with the sinner, trailing a finger down her chest, down her torso, all the way until you reached her bandaged abdomen, before pressing down lightly but firmly, earning a low hiss from the sinner.
“But now i know…all along, it was lust.” You let out an airy laugh, to which Rahu glared daggers at you, the feeling of your finger trailing down her body sent multiple shivers down her spine. “You just love running your mouth, don’t you?” Rahu sneered, hate and desire burning up inside her, deep in her core. Your expression twisted into one of mock disappointment, your eyes narrowed at her, yet the shit eating grin on your face gave away the amusement you felt. Rahu flinched slightly when she felt your hand running through her hair, gaze locked on her eyes, and her awfully cute sharp glare. “Dirty mutt.” You scoffed, before grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back, which earned a sharp gasp from her. “Didn’t your last owner train you better? guess not. No worries, i can always straighten you out—”
Your sentence was cut short by a stinging sensation , followed by silence, a deathly silence, only being broken by a sharp hiss. “Don’t you dare mention her. Not with your filthy mouth.” The hand that left your waist and struck you, now has a firm, almost painful grip on your wrist. When you finally recovered from the strike, whipping your head back to stare at her, piercing silver eyes glaring back, the same ferocity, and hostility as when you first met her in that glare. Your grip on her hair tightened, and a mocking laugh left your throat. “You actually have the nerve to hit someone from Paradeisos?” You hummed, amusement written all over your features, you couldn’t help another small laugh as you let go of her hair, instead bringing your hand over to wrap around the pale column of her neck, much to her dismay, before pushing her down on the hospital bed by the throat, with enough force to make the sinner let out a choked grunt as her body hit the mattress beneath.
Rahu’s whole body tensed, including her ever tightening grip on your waist and wrist, before she managed to straighten her expression. “My apologies, it was a nervous reflex.” She said sarcastically, to your amusement, but that soon turned to surprise as you felt her hand that was rested so firmly on your waist moving to slip up your shirt. “Hm, you seem quite eager, despite the fact you seemed very upset a moment ago.” You teased, making a mental note not to bring up her previous commander again in the near future, before your grip on her neck tightened, just the tiniest bit. Rahu ignored your comment, focusing on feeling the soft skin underneath her calloused, and scarred hand. The sinner’s hand would eventually brush her hand underneath your bra and knead the tender flesh, causing you to inhale a sharp breath. “You’ve been waiting for this, weren’t you?” You laughed, mocking, despite the growing heat in your core.
Rahu groaned through her mask, deep and husky. “You talk too much in all honesty.” She commented, to which you wanted to snap back with a witty comeback, but the feeling of her fingers brushing against your erected nipple made you clam up. “Let me have you.” She whispered, causing heat to raise to your cheeks, she smirked at this, hidden under her oni mask, seeing your reaction only urged her further, only filled her desire to see what other expressions you’d make. Your breathing became labored, heavy shaky as you answered her, finally putting an end to this tension, finally giving in to your desires. “Haa—fine.”
#holy fuck this has a lot of cws#not really happy with this but we cope#path to nowhere#ptn#ptn x reader#ptn rahu#rahu x reader
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Stephen Strange x Spy!Reader
Fluff, flirting
Summary: A spy seduces Doctor Strange to steal crucial information and distract him for long enough to draw what she wants from him
Story under the cut
The dim light of the café cast long shadows across the wooden table where you sat, carefully stirring your coffee as you watched him from the corner of your eye. Doctor Stephen Strange. The Sorcerer Supreme. But here, in this low-key corner of the city, he wasn’t the all-powerful, stoic hero. Here, he was just a man, and you were here to take advantage of that.
Your mission was clear. He had information you needed, and you'd go to any length to get it.
"Mind if I join you?" His voice was calm, controlled—a stark contrast to the excitement thrumming beneath your skin. You didn’t even have to glance up to know that the air had shifted the moment he took a seat.
“No, not at all,” you said, offering a smile that you hoped was warm and welcoming, but you knew it came across as something else entirely—calculated, like you had an agenda. Which you did.
“Good,” he replied smoothly, taking a sip of his own drink. "I wasn’t sure if I was being followed."
You couldn’t help but chuckle softly, your eyes finally meeting his, and damn, there was that glint—sharp, almost knowing. "I’d say you’re paranoid, but you wouldn’t be wrong, would you?"
He arched an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair slightly, as though already analyzing you. Smart. You could see it in the way his fingers rested on the rim of his cup, in the way his eyes tracked every small movement you made. He was more aware than you’d like.
"Let me guess," he said, his voice low, tinged with amusement. "You're here to ask me questions."
You leaned in, careful to let your lips curve in a way that could either be interpreted as playful or dangerous. "It’s a bit more complicated than that," you purred, your voice a soft lull, an invitation he couldn’t resist. "I need something. Something I’m sure you’re just the man to provide."
He raised an eyebrow, his gaze never leaving yours. "Is that so?" he asked, his tone full of that subtle challenge you knew too well. “And what exactly is it that you think I can help you with?”
You didn’t flinch. No, you were too good at this. Too smooth. "You know exactly what I need," you said. "Information. A little bit of knowledge that only you have."
For the briefest moment, his expression flickered—a flicker of something unreadable—before it was gone, hidden behind a cool smile. “You seem awfully confident.”
You let that linger in the air, then allowed your own smile to bloom, teasing but still sharp. "Confidence has always been one of my strengths."
He laughed softly, but the sound was cold, like it wasn’t truly a laugh at all. More like a warning. "You don't think I know exactly what you're up to?" His eyes glinted as he leaned in a little, his voice dropping just a touch. “How long did it take before you realized I could see right through you?”
Your pulse quickened, but you didn’t let it show. “You don’t know a thing about me,” you countered, your voice low and deliberate.
He tilted his head, studying you with that calm, unnerving gaze. "I know enough."
It was like a game now, a cat-and-mouse dance you both played so well. You were too good at getting what you wanted, and he was just... too good, period. You could feel the tension tightening in the air, crackling between you, but you weren’t about to give up so easily. Not when you were so close.
Then, just as you leaned in slightly—just enough for him to feel the heat of your presence—you slid your hand across the table, brushing lightly against his. Not a hard touch, but deliberate, calculated. A little touch of intimacy meant to throw him off.
His breath hitched ever so slightly.
And there it was. The briefest of breaks in his usually steady composure. The smallest crack that you were quick to notice. That was all you needed.
"Careful, Doctor," you said softly, locking eyes with him as your fingers grazed the sleeve of his coat. “You’re getting distracted.”
He swallowed, eyes narrowing as he locked onto your face. For a second, the playful tension vanished, replaced by something deeper—something almost... predatory.
"You think you’ve got me figured out?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper, lips curling slightly at the corners.
You held his gaze, leaning in just a fraction more, testing him. "I think I’ve already won."
There was a flicker of something in his eyes—amusement, challenge, and... acceptance. He wasn’t falling for the act. But at that moment, you were okay with that. Because while he’d been focused on you, your hand had already slipped his Sling Ring off his finger, carefully palming it like you had done this a hundred times before.
You straightened up, your expression softening just enough to be disarming. “Thanks for the chat, Stephen,” you said, standing up, giving him a coy smile.
“Wait—” He reached for you, but you were already turning, already walking out, Sling Ring safely hidden.
You didn’t look back, but you could feel his gaze on your back, that quiet realization creeping in that, for once, he'd been outplayed.
#Stephen strange#dr Stephen strange#dr strange x reader#Stephen strange x reader#stephen strange x reader fluff#marvel#Fluff
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What sort of occupation do you think Norman would like?
Because I 100% agree he should not be a CEO
[Offshoot of this post]
I'm very biased by @officersnickers and @salsae and either see him as a doctor of some sort (default to pediatrician) or a university professor/researcher. Something that can incorporate his affinity for mathematics and science, provide him with mental stimulation and challenges, and allow him to achieve recognition on a global stage if he so desires without throwing away his empathy and humanity.
(Chapter 85 Bonus Comic | Mystic Code Book Chapter 7 Q&A)
I feel like that last element is a big thing for a lot of people given what he went through at Lambda. The worst year and some odds month of his life had him isolated away from his family in a cage, alone, and he suffered greatly for it.

It's an idea that's illustrated so poignantly in the chapter 128 cover art. Ray has become so much warmer and devoted to his friends and family after being afforded the chance to hope "for a future that is like a dream" and to care for them openly under Emma's tutelage, heart a wellspring of love and empathy. They're all shaping each other while he's left to wither, and the cunning and ruthlessness that save him almost lead him to a point irrevocable (by the narrative's standards; for some, he passes it).
(Chapter 181.4)
It's hard to ascertain what capacity a CEO operates in in this future, what ethical standards there are and what boundaries he sets for himself on top of the vast range of industries they dabble in, but that he's tied up in it at all with all the negative connotations surrounding the role and potential exploitation involved after overturning fate itself and restructuring a world order leaves a bad taste in a lot of people's mouths, even with the simplicity and flexibility it affords in explaining away financial woes.
With a doctor, teacher, or any career without that level of baggage, there's the opportunity for him to incorporate his interests and be met with engaging challenges while simultaneously tempering that ruthlessness via establishing interpersonal relationships and working toward a collective, communal good. The possibilities for him are endless, but that's what I like for him since he holds Emma as his guiding star.
(Chapter 14)
For Emma, I've seen multiple instances of her being a teacher, especially one who works with young children due to how wonderful she is at understanding and empathizing with people, but she also has the tenacity to become a political activist or some other role of leadership.
(salsae's to have and to hold and these hands could hold the world)
Like Norman, anything that gets her actively involved in the wider world for a communal or societal good and allows her to flourish works for me.
For Ray, I have such a big soft spot for him being a librarian and rekindling his childhood love of reading under kinder circumstances and sharing it with future generations, but with his aptitude for science that Shirai mentions in the mystic code book and we see crop up throughout the story
(Chapter 140)
there's a lot of possibilities for him too, though out of the trio I feel he'd be the least likely one to entertain the spotlight.

(Chapter 181.4)
But maybe an architect who blends art and science together to construct a community given one of the things he wanted to do in the human world with his family was see the Sagrada Família (another one influenced by Snickers).
Interestingly, I've yet to stumble across any fanfics or headcanons where he becomes a professional chef, and I wonder how much of that is a shared sentiment of viewing cooking as part of his love language that he'd rather stay personal, something he only does for his friends and family rather than making a career out of it.
(banana_slug_army's The Language of Cooking)
While also unlearning bit by bit the idea etched into his psyche after years as Isabella's spy that love is always transactional.
#thetinytimeturtle#ended up throwing a bit of Emma and Ray in there too along with Norman#forever enamored with bsa's and sae's writing and highly recommend them to any REN-thusiast#The Promised Neverland#Yakusoku no Neverland#TPN#Long Post#FSS Asks#FSS Chatter#Mystic Code Book#TPN Norman#TPN Emma#TPN Ray#Full Score Trio#Norrayemma#Norayemma#officersnickers#banana_slug_army#salsae#TPN Fanfic#Vowsverse AU#𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑#𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑#𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐿𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝐶𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔#Post-Canon#TPN 128#TPN 181.4#already long enough but some others I know I've borrowed from other people: Gilda a sustainable fashion designer‚ Anna as a doctor#Nat as a professional musician‚ Barbara as a professional boxer‚ Nigel as a mechanic‚ Pepe as a professional chef‚ Zack as a paramedic#Sandy is an entertainer/YouTuber per the epilogue but I also adore him as a pediatrician
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I always wondered like why does medic act so mean towards engie in ur fanart are they exes or medic just hates him for no reason..? Plus the hc of administrator being engies mom is rlly cool u cooked
well alot of the of the stuff of engi and medic beefing were lil joke based off a fic's writing of engi (so it was granted)
But- you aren't wrong either cuz in my headcanons medic and engi were a thing but there is no animosity. It's was back when they were on the BLU team and dumped each other shortly after the merge. But they're still chill with each other, still best friends and still have a blood pact to die before EVER confessing The Administrator contract for them to ANYONE.
So don't worry, they're not bitter exes
And for the second thing, I don't have the hc that The Administrator is Engi mom. She DID practically raise Engi tho. I imagine that The Administrator tends to interfere with people's personal lives to get the people she wants to serve her. Like hiring a hit squad to "hurt" Spy's family, causing him to think that his spy life and family lives can NEVER be this close and making him pick one or the other. Or getting a german doctor off of death row Or getting rid of any distraction for the Conaghers. And if it means the birthmother possibly leading her husband and child away from continuing working for her then bye-bye Mrs. Conagher.
This woman is a control freak and always five steps ahead, she finds ways.
but speaking of which! I remember this one headcanon from a ao3 fic tag saying The Administrator and Medic being related, like being his great great aunt or something. And THAT still hasn't left my head. Like it makes sense in a weird way, idk but when I first joined the TF2 fandom and read the comics I thought if anyone were to replace The Administrator for some bizarre reason, It would be Medic. idk but he just seems he has it to be 'The New Administrator' maybe just needs chill pill so he's not too high energy
Anyway with the hc it makes me think like- you could have gotten him out of Germany before everything happened why?? For war experience?? to break him??? Why was our Medic The Medic you kept?? Is he more manipulatable to do your bidding?? The Administrator knows everything that happens inside her walls, so she knew about Engineer's and Medic's relationship. She HATES when the mercs have big amounts of communication with each other, so why was this fine? Is it because she knows that she has enough control over them in their personal life to the point she has no fear??
All things I have no answers for but the fact theres a hc that scratches my theorists brain makes me happy to keep it.
sorry this turned into a Administrator post but is one interesting lady and that leads some of my headcanons to come back around to her.
#ask#team fortress 2#team fortress 2 headcanons#tf2#tf2 headcanons#engineer tf2#medic tf2#engiemedic#science party#administrator tf2
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