#YOUNG RO

[childrenofcain-if]

THE UPDATE FOR THE DEMO IS NOW LIVE!

what you can expect in this update comprising both chapter two and three:

get an exclusive invite to the illustrious house of styx.

meet the ROs.

try not to burn down the kitchenette with V.

share a tension-filled dance with C.

go on a swim with D.

do some outfit picking with your chosen RO.

who is that blond(e) stranger in the RE4 costume, and why do they look so familiar?

get choked by an RO for all the wrong reasons (and no, it won’t be kinky. repent for your sins!).

get a glimpse into what exactly is... w̵̢͈̱̻͋̔̾̎͌̋̓̏̚͝r̶̭͈̯͊͛̂̕o̷̧̝̤͇͚͚̓͌̒̈́̏̕̕ņ̴̨̬͚͓̫̱̞̘̰͊́̓̅̈̋͠͝ġ̵̨̺̪̳̘̠ up with you.

there may be some errors with pronouns and other stuff popping up, but you can send them to me on discord so we can promptly correct them. beta testers will be desperately needed for the next update so i’ll open the volunteering forms once chapter four is complete! also, it’s important that you start a new game because new variables has been added which might cause you to get stuck in certain areas!

huge shout-out to my talented big sib, @albywritesfiction, for the massive help in coding everything!

PLAY IT HERE!

[ryuichifoxe]

The energy I'm hoping to bring to the Crow/Crow table ngl

[if-childrenofcain]

Is that why w can't cook 🥺 AUTHOR I'M GONNA CRY, THEY NEED TO BE PROTECTED

yep yep. before they got shipped off to their uncle and aunt, they also stopped eating because they thought it would make their parents care more. sadly, it did not work.

they were one of those kids who would dream about getting a terminal illness and dying just so they would feel loved and cared for. their uncle and aunt were nice to them, sure, but they were never able to fullfil the abandoned space that their parents left in their chest.

[shaxza]

[rofax]

I took a piece of art from my journal like, 2 years ago, and re-did it digitally bc it has been feeling ESPECIALLY POIGNANT LATELY.

[magicalplaylist]

Inspired by Free Comic Book Day... maybe all Marchion Ro needs is a kid to look after.

[rroextra]

Timelapse ⬇️

[dichard-grayson]

I’m casually listening to a Jesse McCartney song for the nostalgia and it just hit me that this is Dick Grayson’s singing voice, canonically, since Jesse voices Dick in Young Justice

[sweetieviktor]

young!silco x reader that has cryokinesis (headcanons + tiny scenarios)

summary: living in zaun isn't easy, but with someone and a little magic everything seems easier.

content warning: i think there's nothing to be warned about lol, maybe a bit of ooc silco?? overall it's just fluff :))

author notes: i loved to write this request!! even if i don't think it is this good bcs i feel like silco is soooo ooc but it's fine it's fine, we barely have a glimpse of his youth so yep. hope you guys like it!

» it didn't matter if you knew each other because of vander, sevika or babette, or if it was just a natural meeting. the moment silco laid his eyes upon you, he was mesmerized.

» he knew he wanted you, and he was determined to get what he wanted. always.

» but, as you've gotten to know each other, you ignited something on him that wasn't just desire. so he talked about it to his most trusted friend, vander.

“you're in love, brother” vander was smiling from ear to ear. it was so uncommon to see silco admit he was liking someone, even if it was so unlike him, it was also really cute. “i still can't believe you haven't called them on a date yet. well, if i was you, i would” silco was red, both flustered and angry, and, just like old friends do, vander really liked to annoy him. “have you ever thought about someone getting them first than you?” he lowered his head, gesturing with his hand to make his statement clearer.

“please, shut up, vander.”

» some days after this, he asked you out. silco had a few partners before but he was afraid you wouldn't go on a date with him. he was not conventionally attractive nor did he have anything special, but his words were sincere and you could see it.

» it wasn't rare to have magic in zaun, but it still was something uncommon and it could easily cost you your own life. so, after a lot of dates, after a long time building up trust on one another, you asked silco to go to the bridge that connects piltover to zaun.

» it surely was a pretty sight but you would like to go there because below the bridge, there was water.

» you wanted to show silco a part of you that you kept pushing away and hiding for so long. a part of you that almost no one had seen.

» when your hands met the clear water, it felt like life was finally running through your veins again.

“what are you doing?” he came closer to you, inspecting how the water danced around your fingers, how it changed its shape until it turned into ice in your hands.

“well, i can do... magic.” you looked in his eyes expecting to see fear, disgust or hate, like everyone did, but he looked at you like the only thing that mattered in this moment was you.

“it's beautiful. could you, maybe, show me more?”

[apuff]

thinking about love in danger days

this is part of my conspiracy theory that that album is aroallo, but i've always gotten the sense that romance and romantic attatchment is much less important to danger days than any other mcr record. with bullets&revenge it's quite obvious as the demolition lovers take up like, everything, and the black parade has a heavy focus on a romantic relationship as well. 

while i do think there are lines in it that are romantically coded, there is a definitive lack of emphasis on it- like it's nowhere in the plot at all. 

i do think danger days represents a very familial type of love though. while other albums visit a sense of "i want you, i need you, i miss you, i hate you,", this is more like…"i love you, i want to protect you, i'm sorry"

i find this especially strongly in s/c/a/r/e/c/r/o/w:

"Nevermind about the shape i'm in, I'll keep you safe tonight"

"love, love, love won't stop this bomb"

"run, run, bunny, run"

and other songs: 

"i'll find you when the sun goes black"

"just save yourself and i'll hold them back tonight"

"how long until we find our way in the dark and out of harm"

relevant things i can't cover with just quotes are planetary go, oft-theorized to be about party poison and kobra kid, as brothers, leaving battery city together; sing, about the killjoys' last message to the girl while saving her; goodnite dr. death, phrased as him saying goodnight to children; and summertime, which i can't discern the meaning of but seems more like a family type of love. 

i think it makes sense that danger days is like this, seeing as it features main characters that take care of a child main character as opposed to main characters that love other main characters of the same age/ability. 

another thing i noticed while re-listening to the more sentimental songs for this essay is that there's just a distinctly different vibe to it. So much of it is focused around wanting to protect people, keep them safe and out of danger (<- ha that's the name of the album) and loved. i think this also makes sense, because the killjoys live a very, well, dangerous life without much security, and they'd want to provide what they lack the most. another semi-related thing i noticed is just how much of an emphasis there is on childhood in this album. i feel like there's a vibe of youth or teen-hood throughout the earlier ones, but this is just VERY strongly about kids. again this makes sense cause not only are the killjoys teenagers (a type of kid!) they also have a proper little kid to watch. 

also, i wonder how much of this stuff was due to gerard becoming a parent. just something to think about 

[tosahobi-if]

ironically enough, when I read about jinwol for the first time, he reminded me more of liu qingge (or even mu qing)

silent yearning

silent yearning indeed! i also think that for all his introspection and internal dialogue he is a jock at heart JFDSJD

[childrenofcain-if]

UNSEEN SCENE AFTER MEETING C AND D

C was tugging D along by the sleeve so hard that it was a miracle the leather didn’t stretch. the brunette’s face was dead serious, a determined set to their jaw as they guided their gray-eyed best friend down a quieter path, away from the buzz of the activities fair.

when they’d put enough distance between them and the fair, D finally pulled free, grinning broadly.

“so… was that really the person you’ve been talking about for years now?” D asked as they leaned against a lamppost, eyes gleaming.

C crossed their arms, mouth pressed into a thin line as though the question alone was a bait they had no intention of taking.

IF YOU HAVE ❤️ POINTS WITH C

D’s mouth twisted into a more delighted smile. “oh my god. that’s really them, isn’t it? the one who you—oh, what was it?—‘had the distinct displeasure’ of competing with all these years? the person who’s been living rent-free in your head since, what, middle school?”

“will you keep your voice down?” C hissed, looking around in an agitated way, not meeting D’s eyes.

“you have got to be kidding me.” D snorted, hands on their hips. “this is almost too good to be true. years of all your whining about ‘i can’t believe they got the highest grade again’ or ‘oh, guess who is on the front-page of the school journal again’—and now you’re both attending the same university.”

C folded their arms tighter, the very picture of a person resisting all of this with every fiber of their being.

“i wouldn’t call it whining,” they said through clenched teeth. “it was merely an observation.”

“oh, sure, it is,” D said, sarcasm spilling from every word as they reached out, clapping C on the shoulder with a teasing gleam in their eyes. “come on, i’m not blind. you’ve been obsessed with them. practically haunted by their existence. and now, here they are. how do you really feel about it?”

“how do i feel?” C repeated, feigning casual indifference as they shrugged off D’s hand, forcing their voice to stay steady. “i feel fine. i feel… exactly the same as always. it’s not as if seeing them is anything special.”

“oh my god, you are so lying right now,” D snorted, leaning closer with a wide, delighted smile. “i mean, come on, admit it. a little crush? a tiny bit? i mean, you talked about them constantly for years.”

C’s cheeks flushed, and they bristled as they looked away. “it’s not a crush, not at all. no way in hell. it will never ever happen. besides, i’ve only mentioned them… in passing. a handful of times. you just have a selective memory.”

D’s laughter was warm, infectious, and wholly unapologetic.

“please, C,” they said, voice softening to an almost affectionate drawl. “you’ve got to stop kidding yourself. the only person who looks at someone the way you looked at them back there is either head over heels or in some kind of blood feud.”

C scoffed, rolling their eyes, though their stomach twisted uncomfortably at D’s words. “there’s nothing good about it. they’ve been a constant, unrelenting nuisance since day one. it’s exhausting.”

“a nuisance who happens to be drop-dead gorgeous?” D raised an eyebrow, grin wide and teasing. “i have to admit that you have excellent taste.”

“they’re… sure, i suppose they’re not terrible-looking,” C replied, voice sharp as they struggled to keep any hint of warmth out of their tone. “but that’s hardly the point. beauty isn’t— it’s not everything. there’s more to them than that.” they could feel D’s eyes on them, too perceptive, too knowing. “i respect them for their… intellect. it’s admirable.”

“their intellect is so admirable,” D said, voice and tone mocking C’s. “they’re so intellectually ‘stimulating,’ i simply can’t stand it.”

“D,” C snapped, but there was no true anger in their voice, just the sharpness of embarrassment and irritation.

D held up their hands, though the grin still danced on their lips.

“alright, alright. i’ll stop,” they said, though the teasing lilt never left their voice. “it’s just… i mean, come on. if i believed in fate…”

“please, don’t,” C muttered, barely concealing a groan. they glanced away, fixing their gaze on a nearby tree as if that might somehow ground them, stop the fluttering discomfort twisting in their chest.

D finally quieted, though a look of amusement still lingered in their eyes. after a moment, their expression softened. “look, i didn’t know that was them back there. otherwise, i wouldn’t have… tried to chat them up.”

“it’s none of my business,” C replied quickly, perhaps too quickly, the denial coming out sharper than they intended. “you can flirt with whoever you want, D. you are your own person, same goes for them.”

D’s gaze lingered on C for a moment, thoughtful, as though they could read the faint tremor that betrayed C’s supposed indifference.

“right. got it.” D’s voice was quiet, a hint of laughter still beneath it, but slightly gentler now.

C shifted under the weight of D’s stare, feeling strangely exposed, as if they’d somehow let a crack appear in the careful façade they’d maintained all these years.

“besides,” C added, trying to inject a note of finality into their tone. “it’s… it’s complicated. i don’t expect you to understand.”

D shrugged, a flicker of something like empathy crossing their face before they brushed it off. “hey, i get it. just didn’t realize they were the infamous rival of yours. honestly, it explains so much.”

C shot them a dubious look. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“oh, nothing,” D replied innocently, but their eyes were still dancing with that infuriating glint. “i just think you should be more honest with yourself. might save you some of this broodfest, grumpster.”

“thanks for the unsolicited advice,” C retorted dryly, though they could feel the faint sting of truth in D’s words, a reminder of thoughts they’d long tried to ignore. “can we just… talk about something else?”

D gave a little shrug, letting the subject drop with a nod. “fine by me. though i will say, this is definitely the highlight of the semester so far.”

C rolled their eyes, but a faint smile tugged at the corner of their mouth despite themselves. “your standards are painfully low, D.”

“oh, absolutely,” D agreed with a grin, falling into step beside C. “but admit it, you’d miss me if i wasn’t around to torment you like this.”

C huffed, but their gaze softened, a hint of genuine affection flickering in their expression. “perhaps. only if it keeps you from tormenting everyone else.”

“oh, please. you know most of them are happy enough to let me ‘torment’ them.” D’s grin turned almost conspiratorial. “just make sure to invite me into any fistfights if this whole rivalry thing escalates.”

C chuckled, and the sound felt surprisingly light, easing some of the tension that had coiled in their chest. for a moment, the weight of their earlier encounter with you seemed to fade, replaced by the familiar comfort of their best friend’s easy humor.

as they walked back toward their dorm, their steps falling into an unspoken rhythm, C allowed themself a moment of quiet. they still felt the faint sting of embarrassment, the echo of D’s teasing words lingering like a half-formed thought in the back of their mind. but there was also an undeniable warmth, a strange, hesitant excitement that fluttered just beneath the surface.

they tried to push it away, to ignore the thrill of possibility that had sparked when they saw you across the fairground, but it lingered all the same. and as they walked in silence beside D, their gaze fixed ahead, they couldn’t quite shake the feeling that, whether they liked it or not, they would be forced to confront things they didn’t understand quite yet.

IF YOU HAVE ❤️ POINTS WITH D

C stiffened, their jaw clenching, barely nodding. “yeah. that’s them.”

D laughed, clapping a hand on their best friend’s shoulder.

“wow. okay, see, now i get it,” they said, shaking their head. “you were always complaining about how they were everywhere, stealing the spotlight. but, damn, if i’d known you weren’t exaggerating like crazy, i’d have pestered you for their contact ago.”

“yeah, like that was ever gonna happen,” C muttered with the irritation of someone who’d just had a private grudge revealed.

“oh, come on,” D continued, eyes still dancing with that insufferable amusement. they weren’t even pretending to hide their interest now. “did you see them? they’re hot! as in hot like a damn star, C. you can’t deny it. i almost melted right there and then. how did you never mention that part?”

C’s frown deepened, their discomfort sharp enough to cut through D’s lightheartedness. “i’m serious, D. if you’re thinking of trying anything with them, don’t.”

D couldn’t help but chuckle at C’s reaction, leaning back against the wall with an almost wistful expression. “you’re really no fun, you know that? think of the story we’d have—dating your enemy’s best friend… well, whatever else it might become.”

“we’re not exactly ‘enemies,’” C sighed out, observing D with a strange, inscrutable look. they seemed to be trying to read D’s intentions, as if searching for some hidden motive beneath the casual words. “i just don’t think it’s a good idea for you to get involved with them in any way.”

“you’re acting like i’m going to ask them out or something,” D said as they gave C a sidelong glance. their tone was flippant, but there was a defensive edge to it. “i’m not about to go falling head over heels. it’s just… fun.”

C gave them a skeptical look, trying to gauge just how serious they were. they knew D’s habits, their tendency to flirt and play around without letting feelings get involved, but something about this felt different. maybe it was the way they’d looked at you, that lingering fascination that seemed out of place for someone like D, who usually brushed things off before they even started.

“D,” C said quietly, almost as if they were choosing their words with care. “just… be careful, okay? i mean, you know what happened last time.”

D’s smile faded slightly, and their eyes took on a cold look.

“that was different,” they replied, a touch of anger in their voice now. “and anyway, i don’t need you looking out for me. i can make my own choices.”

C pursed their lips as they tried to think of how to say what was on their mind without making things worse. “i’m not trying to play parent here, D. i just don’t want you to do something you won’t be able to deal with later.”

D’s expression grew even more guarded, the usual playfulness in their eyes dimming to something harder, more closed-off.

“thanks for the concern, but I’m a big kid, C,” they said with a faintly strained smile. “you don’t need to worry about me.”

the air between them felt chilling and C wasn’t entirely sure how to fix it. they had only meant to protect their best friend, to stop them from getting tangled in something they knew was bound to end badly. but D’s response had left them with an uncomfortable knot in their chest, one that seemed to pulse with a mixture of worry and frustration.

they walked back to their shared dorm suite in silence, neither of them speaking as the quiet settled between them. C could feel D’s thoughts simmering, a subtle resentment that they weren’t quite sure how to ease. and for some reason, that feeling of helplessness only made C more irritated.

as they reached their suite, D barely registered C closing the main door behind them. they ignored their green-eyed friend’s soft, wary look, the way they almost seemed about to speak before they thought better of it. without another glance, D moved to their own room, shutting the door with a sharper click than they’d intended, leaning against the cool wood and breathing out slowly.

the familiarity of this old frustration settled in their chest, the same sensation they’d managed to bury over time and miles—until tonight. seeing C’s expression, their concern thinly veiled beneath their chalcedony gaze, had brought it all rushing back. and for one brief, shameful second, D found themself resenting their best friend for it. they hated them for thinking they needed to protect them. hated them for reminding them of the person who had taken so much from them, left behind an utterly mangled version of them, burned up everything so badly that D was barely recognisable in the aftermath.

they let out a soft, bitter laugh, sinking down onto the edge of the bed, fingers pressed to their temples. if only C knew how pointless their worry was. there was no wound left to guard, no vulnerability to shield. they’d lost that version of themself long ago, and no amount of protective warnings or shieldings from C would bring it back. because the truth was that there were pieces of themself they would never fully recover. pieces that had been taken and then, with brutal finality, lost entirely.

they were ruined. ruined.

a part of them knew C’s warning had come from that familiar place of concern. C really was family to them, even if they would never understand what they’d been through. D would never wish it on them, ever.

D really wasn’t interested in dredging up those old feelings, that kind of attachment. they’d been honest enough with themself, ruthless enough, to know that what they wanted now was simple and uncomplicated—just fun, just a distraction.

it was just physical attraction. that was all it had to be, and nothing more. it could be simple. no one would get hurt—not you, and definitely not D. they wouldn’t let it become more than a surface-level game. they’d played it before and they’d play it again, this time without letting you to come close enough to shatter them like they did.

D closed their eyes, forcing themself to refocus before their thoughts involuntarily took them to you. and it made them nauseous, that feeling, the warmth of it expanding in their chest, a reminder of something they couldn’t afford to want. D didn’t trust feelings of that sort, they never will.

cursing under their breath, D pushed off the bed and went straight to their desk. the sleek metal drawer on the side clicked open, revealing a row of small bottles, pills neatly aligned. the sight of them was a strange comfort, like they were seeing old friends lined up and whispering about the relief they’d be providing D with, waiting to make everything easier.

D reached for one of the vials, hands steady despite the storm churning inside them. it was an old trick, one they’d used more times than they could count. just a couple of pills to quiet their mind, to drown out the feelings that were starting to unravel the control they’d fought so hard to keep. they twisted off the cap, fingers almost mechanical in the familiarity of the motion, and tipped two pills into their palm. they swallowed them dry, the bitterness sliding down their throat as they sank onto the bed, waiting for that numbness to settle in.

they closed their eyes, willing the thoughts of you away, clinging to the silence that was beginning to spread, blotting out the warmth in their chest before it could turn into an inferno, the faint ache they’d hoped never to feel again.

after a lifetime of feeling too much, the numbness was desperately welcomed.

[emeldiir]

I get so happy when i see and interact with younger queers, especially young butches and trans people. It inspires me so much, and I know i’m only in my twenties so i’m reallly not old at all, but seeing teenagers and pre teens embracing themselves and figuring out who they are, it makes me feel alive. I’ve met so many young queers who are eager to learn and who have much to teach ME about.

all to say: young queers you’re doing fantastic. I love you dearly and you inspire me so much.

[zuuz-dot-chr-exe]

Log date: 23 IV 24

Romualda would like to be her village's little hero, but her Tia has a bit of an advice for her.

[ro-is-struggling]

prompt 15 (that 70s show 1x1) with Remus lupin please

Hi beautiful💕 Thank you so much for participating! I had a great time writing this one and I think it really fitted Remus perfectly! I hope you like it💜

The Kiss || Remus Lupin x Reader

Summary: You always had feelings for Remus, but you kept it a secret for fear of ruining your friendship. That is until one rainy Saturday night when everything changes.

Warnings: mutual pining, fluff, attempt at humor

Word count: 1600

It was a rainy Saturday night, the cold autumn wind was shaking the tops of the trees making the branches crash against the windows of the castle. It was the perfect weather to curl up under a blanket to read in front of the warmth of the fireplace. And that was exactly what you wanted to do, just not in your dorm room. 

You went down to the common room hoping to meet Remus there. You knew he liked to stay up late finishing homework or reading a book. He enjoyed the quiet of the night, the common room was usually empty and if James and Sirius weren't around it was a perfect place to relax for a while. You also enjoyed the peace that filled the Gryffindor tower at that hour, that was something you and Remus had in common, but that night it wasn't peace and quiet that you were looking for. There was something you actually enjoyed more than having the Gryffindor common room all to yourself and that was Remus' company. 

You had been friends since first year and you had had a crush on him since third year. Now you were in your sixth year at Hogwarts and it was getting harder and harder to hide your feelings. You had decided to tell him the truth, promising yourself that you wouldn't let the year end without letting him know how you really felt about him. It sounded like a great idea in your mind, but it didn't turn out to be as simple as you initially thought. 

Every time you were about to confess the truth to him you ended up panicking, your mind went blank and the words got stuck in your throat. So far you had tried on four different occasions, all resulting in failure. So after failure number four you decided it would be best to wait and gather the courage you so evidently lacked. That was the reason you were spending so much time with Remus and it was also the reason you had gone down to the Gryffindor common room hoping to find him.

You smiled when you found him settled on the couch in front of the fireplace. He had a book in his hands, his long, slender fingers tracing the pages as he read. You admired him from the bottom of the stairs for a few seconds, loving the way the dim candlelight and the fire in the fireplace illuminated his figure. He looked ethereal and you wanted nothing more than to run into his arms and lose yourself in his lips. But you knew you couldn't, so you snapped out of your trance and approached him with a warm smile on your lips.

"Want some company?" Remus looked up from his book, surprised to see you there as he hadn't heard you come in. He nodded his head slightly giving you a smile and you plopped down on the couch, curling up next to him as you stretched the blanket you had brought over your legs and his. Remus welcomed your closeness, leaning against the back of the couch and stretching his arm out to wrap it around your shoulders.

It wasn't an uncommon thing for you to be this close, especially when you were alone and didn't have to fear the teasing of your friends. You hugged and held hands all the time, even before you developed a crush on him, and it was one of your favorite things about your friendship —and one of the things you most feared losing if you confessed the truth to him.

"What are you reading?" you asked curiously, letting your head rest on his shoulder. The musky scent of his cologne invaded your nostrils and you allowed yourself to get lost for a moment in the warm feeling it aroused inside you. It was your favorite scent in the world because it was a scent you identified as the essence of Remus, the essence of love.

Remus opened his mouth to answer you, but before the words could leave his mouth he was interrupted by the laughter of his friends entering through the portrait into the common room.

"Moony! There you are!" Sirius exclaimed the moment his eyes fell upon his figure.

"Are we interrupting something?" James asked in a suggestive tone as he noticed how close you were to each other, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

"James!" Lily elbowed him to shut him up, but it was too late, his teasing comment had already caused you two to move a couple of inches apart.

"We were just talking," you muttered in embarrassment, feeling the blood in your body rush up to your cheeks.

"Mind if we join you guys?" Sirius said to tease you. It was obvious that you guys wanted to be alone, everyone already knew that you guys liked each other and took advantage of every second alone you had to cuddle, chatting about who knows what. Sirius couldn't understand how you two weren't dating yet.  He found it hard to believe that two of the brightest minds in Gryffindor were so stupid in the love department.

"Sure," Remus stated, gesturing to the armchairs in front of his for his friends to sit in. 

"He's just joking. We're all really tired and we want to go to bed, right guys?" Lily interjected, very obviously forcing them to leave you guys alone.

"I'm not tired," Peter said, failing to take Lily's hint. 

"Yes you are, Wormy. Let's go!"

Lily pushed the three young men up the stairs, wishing you goodnight in a louder voice than usual in an attempt to cover James and Sirius' comments.

"How many times do I have to tell you to leave them alone?" she scolded them in a whispered shout.

"We were just trying to give them a little push," James defended himself and the last thing you and Remus heard before they disappeared up the stairs were James' complaints of pain after Lily hit him once more on the shoulder to shut him up.

You remained silent for a few seconds. The mood was clearly broken. Where once there was quiet and comfort now there was tension and awkwardness. After your friends' comments you were painfully aware of your feelings and how obvious you were about it. You wanted to curl into a ball and wrap yourself in the blanket that rested on your legs until you disappeared, feeling the weight of embarrassment on your chest. It was clear you couldn't hold a normal conversation with Remus after that.

"Well, I'm gonna call it a day. I'm a little tired too." You said, looking for any excuse to get out of there. It was a stupid one given that you had just gotten there, but you hoped he wouldn't notice.

Remus wanted to ask you to stay with him a little while longer, but he chickened out at the last second. "Alright, good night" he said instead, immediately regretting it as soon as you got up and he stopped feeling the warmth of your body against his.

When you turned to look at him to wish him good night your eyes were lost in the beauty of his face. His eyes were closed, his head leaned back against the back of the couch exposing his long neck. Your eyes followed the path of the veins that stood out on his pale skin. Slowly your gaze moved up his jaw and stopped on his lips, admiring their rosy tint in the candlelight. 

An urgent need to kiss him came over you at that moment and your lips crashed against his before you realized what you were doing. It was a quick kiss. A timid brushing of lips product of an impulsive decision. But it was still enough to awaken butterflies in your stomach that fluttered happily as you finally knew the softness of Remus' lips. 

"What was that for?" he asked when they broke apart, stunned but in complete bliss from the kiss you had just shared. He would be lying if he said he hadn't dreamed of feeling your lips on his in the past. It was all I could think about every time I held you close.

"I just... wanted to see what it was like." you said shrugging your shoulders with feigned innocence.

"What was it like?" he wanted to know, curious to find out if you felt the same tingling on his lips that he did.

"You were there!" you laughed not knowing how to answer his question. You didn't have the words to properly describe how you felt at that moment and suspected you would need a little more time to process it before you could put it into words.

"I wasn't ready for it!" he complained half jokingly and half seriously.

"What would you have done differently?" 

"I don't know, something with my lips?" Your kiss had taken him by surprise. It had been so sudden and quick that Remus hadn't had time to process the situation in time to be able to reciprocate you as he should have. He had enjoyed it anyway, he only wished he could have done more than just stand there while he accepted your kiss.

"Maybe we can try that next time."

"Next time?" Was there going to be a next time?

You let out a giggle at his disbelief, finding adorable the way he looked at you with big eyes full of excitement. "Goodnight Remus," you said, giving him a kiss on the cheek before disappearing up the stairs.

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The way Remus talks about himself in the first chapter of atyd is killing me.

He is just a baby