#I was always either the spy or the doctor

[combeferres-mothematics]

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?

[cloudysonder]

Loid POV on Red Circus Terrorist Arc

I know that the manga doesn't really dwell on this very long, especially because we're mostly experiencing this event through Anya's POV, but... can you imagine what Loid must've felt? For the great spy Twilight to come "racing back here" from a business trip that was probably significantly far away?

Imagine Loid in his Dr. Forger front, socializing with his fellow doctors on a business trip, when he suddenly gets some spy intel that an Eden College school bus has been hijacked by terrorists.

His heart drops without his permission. He knows that Anya was going on a field trip today. She'd been excited all through breakfast, talking about museums and heroes and spies and wars --- he hopes selfishly that it wasn't Anya's bus (for Operation Strix, of course).

More intel gets to him. It is Anya's bus. Moreover, the attackers are the Red Circus, a violent terrorist organization with a rampant hatred of the upper class, its leader driven by vengeance for his own daughter. He stops breathing--- rambles out some excuse to his coworkers to get away--- somehow still has the sense to hotwire a car instead of driving his own--- gets to the scene, forgets to put on a different face in his panic, just steals some officer's uniform as he rushes to the scene---

How could he have let his guard down? How could he have lulled himself into such a false sense of security? The country isn't at war, yes, but it isn't stable, either. Sending Anya to Eden was never going to be safe. He should've sent her back, just like he almost did when she first got kidnapped. He's not good enough to protect even one little girl-- he's a useless excuse for a spy.

He's utterly useless in the end, even as he does get to the scene. It sorts itself out (somehow???) and Yor is there to comfort Anya, always the loving mother (thank god for Yor, he thinks, and he should be alarmed at how much he relies on her when he doesn't know what to do)

he hears later that his stupid-ass kid was actually the one to de-escalate the situation by getting a FUCKING (fake) BOMB STRAPPED TO HER NECK. He's shaking in his boots--- he's never met or seen anyone with as little self-preservation and bravery as this kid that's now under his care. Is she stupid? Is she deeply traumatized from her time at the orphanage? This creature is incomprehensible to him, but she scares the shit out of him constantly.

How do you take care of a kid like that? A kid that's gone through so much in her short life, who would rather be in life-or-death situations than be apart from him, a random suspicious man she's only met a few months ago?

Twilight has no fucking clue.

He can only self-flagellate for so long. It's a waste of time. He may not know everything about Anya, but he has learned some things.

He hopes that he can find a bakery that sells peanut cakes.

[syrenqin]

How the LIs would react to MC showing up in their lives when they're dating you (non-MC). (Honest Edition)

content: angst, fluff

Zayne

❄️ He started dating you soon after he got settled in his role at the hospital and things were finally more stable. It took a lot of yearning and a hot pursuit from your end, but he finally gave in after looking at your determination.

❄️ One day he's back from work and the two of you are having a cozy dinner when he tells you that MC visited him today for a checkup, and she was startled to see him after so many years. You almost drop your fork and lick your lips nervously. You have heard about MC of course, Zayne has mentioned her, a bit too many times. You thought it was just a crush he didn't want to admit, and she was buried in the past, and now she was back.

❄️Zayne takes a look at your troubled expression and moves to sit closer to you, circling an arm around your hunched shoulders. "She's just a friend." he tells you firmly, making you look at him.

"But Zayne, honestly, it feels like you might like her a bit too much for a friend."

❄️ "Let me be clear." Zayne states again. "I'm her doctor and she's my patient. At best, we're childhood friends. I have no intention of cheating on you, love. I'm sure she knows me well enough to not try, either." He slowly pats your head until your nervousness begins to subside.

Sylus

🐦‍⬛ He wouldn't even agree to date anyone until he was sure he was completely over MC, he's rational and wise like that, ffs he's 28. So when he asks you out after a heated, cat-and-mouse chase type work situationship, he means to keep you forever.

🐦‍⬛ MC shows up as this spy in the N109 Zone and although he immediately recognizes her from a distance due to the curse she put on him, he decides to put all his efforts into making sure they would not cross paths. He lets his Onichynus subordinates deal with her while he takes you on long vacations.

🐦‍⬛ MC does manage to snake her way through the hierarchy and Sylus has to intervene, but he keeps it strictly professional. He never comes within a 10 feet distance of her and his tone is cold and businesslike, unlike his purring, teasing drawl that comes out when he's around you.

🐦‍⬛ Sylus finally has a direct conversation with MC, but his words are far from kind. "Sorry, Miss Hunter, but you got the wrong guy. I may have been yours once upon a time, but in this life? I'm taken." He makes sure she's on her way back to Linkon as soon as her work is done, and she doesn't even realize she and Sylus have any past life connection at all.

Caleb

🍎 You were always vary of MC. She was your boyfriend's childhood bestfriend after all. It was even more of a knife in your heart situation for you because Caleb and you started off with a drunken one-night stand which happened in the later years of university. The two of you agreed to date and be exclusive till you graduated.

🍎 She was always on speed dial for him, his pinned chat, no.1 streaked person on socials. They met up often and crashed at each other's places all the time. Your friends had started advising you to break up with him. One day you cornered Caleb and asked him. "Between her and me. Pick one."

🍎 Caleb would laugh nervously and shake his head like he didn't know what you're talking about. "You're so obsessed with her, why don't you date her then?"

He'd try to deflect the question once again by saying, "It's complicated, and she's important to me, you know that."

🍎 Eventually you have to let go of him because although you respect friendship in all forms, you are just as deserving of undivided love as MC is.

Xavier

⭐Xavier, being pragmatic, does not immediately believe in the concept of fate binding him to another. He examines her closely, engages in calculated conversations, and tries to reason that if fate brought her here, it must be for a purpose beyond love.

⭐Yet, every time she speaks, there’s an ache in his chest—a whisper of something once lost. But you are his now, and Xavier does not let go of what is his. He makes it clear to both you and her: he will not be swayed by destiny when his heart has already made a choice.

⭐He grips your hand tighter when she’s around, makes a point to show you off—kissing your forehead, holding you close. It’s not just for you. It’s for himself. A reminder that he chose you. But deep down, you can feel the war inside him.

⭐He begins training harder, pushing himself further, as if he can outrun whatever force has brought her here. But at night, when you pull him into your warmth, he exhales and lets himself be vulnerable. "I will not lose you, no matter what destiny has planned," he murmurs. And for Xavier, that is a vow stronger than fate itself.

Rafayel

🐟Rafayel acts completely unaffected. He does not acknowledge her presence beyond what is necessary, does not even blink when others talk about her. But you know him too well. The tension in his jaw, the way his hands tighten into fists when he thinks no one is looking—it is there. He is furious.

🐟 Who else could take all his tantrums and dramatics like you, hold him like you do when he's in pain or experiencing great sorrow from the horrors he has witnessed. Who else would kill for him if he asked them to, only you.

🐟 Okay, he does start falling for MC a little bit due to their past connection but he quickly recovers. He reminds himself of what's real and not and furiously apologizes to you. You forgive him eventually when it's been weeks upon weeks of sorrys and I love yous and kisses.

🐟 He was the one who said after all that Lemurians only have one mate for life. And it was her once upon a time. In another life. But now, it was you. He was bound to you.

[autisticrosewilson]

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.

[lua-magic]

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..

[cherrycolaheartss]

pairing: Greg House x F!reader (doctor)

summary: You confront House about slacking off at work and end up in a position (lol) you didn't picture yourself in.

warnings: smut! 18+ mdni, p in v, banter (they hate each other)

a/n: Because Tumblr finally sees the vision with House, here's more for u (and for me, great minds think alike).

@cinnamongrl2006 wrote this with me, go like her posts!

You walk into the hospital with a cup of coffee in your hand, immediately pausing in front of the full clinic. You walk up to the receptionist and set the cup down on the counter.

"Where is House?" You try your best to keep your composure. You know it's not the receptionist's fault, but if you have to cover clinic duty for him again you're going to lose your mind.

The receptionist looks up at you, shrugs, and shifts her focus back to the computer.

"You should probably take care of that, though." She continues typing, either unaware of or ignoring the fact you're fuming.

"Hey, you forgot your coffee!" She yells after you as you walk away. It's not her fault, but she isn't exactly helpful either.

You finally find House sitting in an empty exam room watching one of his soap operas.

"What are you doing here?" You've known him a long time, but he still manages to leave you baffled. You walk in, locking the door behind you.

"Masturbating." His face stays completely serious and you consider slapping him.

"Get to the clinic right now Greg, I'm not joking." You cross your arms trying not to cry of frustration.

"Or what? You're gonna snitch to Cuddy?"

"Yes actually. And I heard your last conversation, you're going to get fired."

"So obsessed with me you had to resort to spying? Listen. If you care so much about the damn clinic, go and take care of it yourself."

"I'm so sick of covering for you. Can you please, just once, actually do your fucking job?" You're about to start ripping your hair out. If you have to see one more child with a cough you will seriously consider quitting.

"As much as I like hearing you beg, I'm not doing that. You can either join me here, or go take care of the clinic yourself." You know how stubborn he is, so after a moment of consideration you decide to join him on the examination table.

"Move." You deadpan, and he shoves you further towards the edge.

"I was here first. Feel free to leave if I'm bothering you."

"You're always bothering me, House. Can anything be enjoyable with you?"

"Sure it can." He says with innuendo.

"I'd take you up on that offer." You smile at him.

"You lock the door when you came in?"

"Yeah."

It doesn't take long for him to pin you down. Your white coat is off within seconds, and he nearly rips your top apart when he removes it.

You're shocked at his eagerness, but you don't complain, immediately unbuttoning his shirt.

He pulls your skirt down your legs to find you wearing a matching set, your curves accentuated by the pink lace.

"Holy shit." He stares in amazement for a moment before pulling your panties to the side. He mumbles something about them being too pretty to take off, although your bra hardly recieves the same treatment.

"No time for foreplay. I need you. Now." Your voice comes out as a desperate whine, and he laughs at you.

"Been thinking about this for a long time, sweetheart?" His signature cocky tone is almost hot in this context, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of admitting that.

"Ew, no." Your sarcasm is apparent, but he doesn't let you get away with it.

"Alright then." He gets up to pick his clothes up off the floor, and you stand up with him.

"Wait– stop. I was joking. Please, Greg, please." That's the first time you see him smile in the two years you've spent working together, but the sight is quickly replaced by medicine cabinets and drawers when he turns you around and bends you over the table.

You barely process what had happened when you hear the sound of his zipper, and it's not long before his cock is inside you, and he's using the flimsy fabric of your panties to pull you onto it.

You dig your fingernails into the paper covering the table, you weren't expecting him to be so big. You barely have time to adjust to his size when his hands find your hips and he starts to move, reaching a spot that made your legs shake.

"C'mon, you wanted this, and you can't even stay still? Gonna cum already, huh?"

"No." You stutter through a one syllable word and you're very glad he can't see your face.

He mumbles something about you being pathetic, but your eyes are rolling back and you don't have enough brain power to think of a sassy response.

"I can feel you squeezing around me, y'know? No point in lying is there, sweetheart?"

"Shut up." He's completely right, though. You're so close you feel like you're going to explode.

"You never learn, do you?" He reaches around your waist to rub your clit and you nearly scream. He wraps your hair around his fist to pull you up, letting go to cover your mouth.

"Shut up, the clinic is full, remember?" He accentuates his point with a thrust, "And so are you."

You laugh, quickly interrupted by a moan when he adjusts the angle of his hips, allowing him to go even deeper.

Your legs shake harder, your moans get louder, and you find yourself back on the table searching for any last shred of composure. He doesn't stop rubbing your clit, groaning at the way your walls tighten around his cock.

He cums soon after you did, staying buried inside you until you're full of his cum.

He gives you a slap on the ass before pulling your panties back into their original position.

"Told you I could make things enjoyable." He says while you both look for your clothes.

"Uh uh, you sure did." Your knees are still weak when you leave the exam room to go deal with the clinic.

[pillow-ghost-nan]

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.

[reginalusus]

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.

[multiheadcanons]

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)

[dissociativedollcherry]

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."

[midnightshindig]

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

[bttfjanaury]

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

[mewnewew]

GUESS WHOOOOO :3

chronically ill f!reader x law please :3

heres a one piece meme for your troubles:

:3 heheh, here's yer stuff. Thanks for the meme!!

Trafalgar Law x Reader

You glared at your right arm. Right now it was spasming, and by Nika you wished that the virus which gave you your damned disease one day got stabbed. Even when Law explained what a virus was, and how it worked on you, you were too busy daydreaming about little soldiers, or T-Cells fighting them. Like pirates fighting the Marines-- and winning. Of course you did listen to him and you did technically understand what he was saying...but it was too busy not to poke fun at the man and his explanation. Especially when he started scowling. You gave yourself mental bonus points when it was so stupid he contributed to your fun.

He was a pirate and you worked as his navigator. Your devil fruit? To make the wood bend to your will. This was especially handy when even one chip of the opposing ship's wood was given to you, and you could just make the whole ship into a giant plank, leaving everything inside either on said plank or down in the sea. You had eaten the fruit by accident really. Your parents hoping that it would be a logia or that the odd fruit would contain some healing power for their only daughter- but no. However, you found that you now had a benefit. With a wooden cane, you could bend it to your will, and on any terrain multiply and take in the surrounding surface, for example soil, mud or even sand and create a sort of armour around you, allowing you to create a sort of suit for yourself. Even if your disease caused one of your limb or limbs to stagger, you could modify in order to let you get away till help arrived.

Of course when you met Law, he wasn't really in need of a navigator, till he saw what you could do and you promised to help with navigation. It was a done deal, and the fact that you two fell in love? A great benefit. He was a doctor anyway, so he knew when not to be an overbearing ass, and when to help. Of course his communication skills needed work, but between your sharp humour and his wry one, it was a done deal for anyone attacking the other verbally. He was quiet boy and she was a sarcastic girl and all that.

Now? You were glaring at your arm as it spasmed. You needed to draw and affix a direction on the map and your body? Not helping. You heard footsteps enter your cabin, and a voice. "You've been pushing yourself."

Without looking back, you focused your attention at the pencil, willing it to move. And it did. "No I'm not. I'm giving myself a break later on, anyway"

A scoff, before the voice came beside you, and you didn't have to turn your head to know he was sitting next to you. "I know your eyes were hurting yesterday. You were complaining to Ikkaku in the kitchen last night."

Your eyes met his golden ones then, and your eyebrow rose. "Spying on your girlfriend hmm? Gotta say babydoll, that ain't a cute trait t'have"

He clicked his tongue, frowning at you. "Don't call me that"

"Then don't spy on me."

A sigh. "Fine, but you need to take your injections tonight at least"

"Injections? Damn, Law I didn't know you were into bloodplay. This might be a deal breaker, sad to say."

He rolled his eyes before pausing then grabbing your chin. "Hey, what-"

"You're wincing slightly."

"I'm always at least slightly in pain, baby. Not new to me, so-" You tried to mask it with a laugh.

"Show me your arm." He ordered.

Sighing, you showed him, he gently took it. He squeezed it slightly and then asked, 'doctor voice' on "Can you feel this?"

"....No."

One of his hands left yours to snap its fingers and a purple box fell into his awaiting hand. This purple box had your steroids and injection in it with multiple syringes and a bandage.

Administering it, you closed your eyes in slight relief. It did feel good, the inflammation leaving your right side. "Told you that you needed a break" He chided slowly, eyes on your arm and you, but hands busy with cleaning and keeping the syringe back.

Humming in answer you pinched his cheek. "Yeah, yeah. But then I couldn't do my job well hmm?"

Swatting your hand away, his golden, tired eyes met yours. "You don't need to push yourself-"

You leaned forwards and cupped his jaw, squishing his cheeks together. "Shush. Now, do you, or do you not want to read Germa 66 and eat onigiri with me"

A pause.

"We're doing this bed and then take a nap."

"Deal"

Bepo would then find the pair, curled around each other a now empty plate sitting on a map, and some comics stacked into a neat pile as well. Happily and without a care in the world, they snored softly.

He smiled, internally cheering and entered, taking the plate but yelping as he tripped over the captain's shoes, dropping the plate with a loud clang and thud.

"Bepo!"

"I'm sorry!"

[dreamwatch]

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!

[illmother]

ೀ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ⎯ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 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.”

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

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!