#era: distance

[b4rty-r0s13r-w1ll-fck-y0ur-m0m]

If you pronounce Reg any way other than "Redge", you scare me. Like, genuinely, stay FAR away.

[ecstarry]

james listening to the playlist he knows regulus plays when he drives because he likes to think maybe they’re listening to the same song at the same time without knowing

[lulublack90]

Prompt 14 - First Touch

@wolfstarmicrofic January 14, word count 479

Remus kept his hands to himself, and thankfully, his dorm mates had understood this and followed his example. Remus watched James and Sirius throwing themselves at each other, hugging and wrestling and more hugging. He watched the easy touches they gave each other. James clapped Sirius on the back. Sirius jumped onto James’s lap and snuggled into him, and James didn't bat an eyelid over it as he carried on with the conversation he was having. Remus began to find he longed to be a part of it. Even Peter regularly got hug attacks and, usually, when either of them greeted him, it was by draping themselves over his back. But never once did they do that to Remus.

It helped him to keep his distance from them. None of them knew where he went every month. He’d told so many lies; his mother was sick, he was sick, and his great uncle Albert had had a terrible accident. He could tell from their expressions that they’d stopped believing him, but he had to keep up the pretence or else Dumbledore might throw him out. So, he kept them at a distance. 

But then, after a particularly bad moon, Remus gave up. He needed some comfort. His mother was normally the one to give it, but he was at Hogwarts now, and she couldn’t just come there. 

He trudged back up to the tower after Madam Pomfrey had released him. He was so tired, his nerves frayed and all he wanted was to fall asleep somewhere warm. He pushed open the dorm room door and spotted Sirius lounging back on his bed.

“Hey, Remus,” He said pleasantly, and at the sight of him, Remus broke. He moved across the room and flopped down beside Sirius. Even if Sirius didn’t touch him, the proximity helped. 

He felt arms snake under him, and he was carefully hauled on top of Sirius. His eyes widened, he hadn’t realised how strong Sirius was, as he wasn’t exactly small. And then he was being hugged. It was wonderful. He curled himself up and let Sirius hold him. “Rough night?” Sirius asked, and Remus nodded his head against Sirius’s shoulder. He froze for a second, trying to figure out if Sirius had figured out what he was up to every time he disappeared or if he thought Remus’s sudden stomach ache had been real. Sirius carded his fingers through Remus’s hair, and he forgot what he’d been fretting about. 

From that day on, though, the other three boys slowly began to include him more, and Sirius was always waiting for him when he returned from the hospital wing with a hug, ready to go. Remus was almost certain that Sirius had figured out his secret, but he never said anything about it, so Remus didn’t bring it up, but he did accept the hugs gladly. 

[cowgirls-blues]

You probably know me better than a lot of people do.

[yume-fanfare]

day 7 of torikasa week is future! what will they do after graduation?

[sophsun1]

Queer as Folk – 5.13: We Will Survive!

[viviandarkbloombartylusversion]

What if i say that Sirius acted out as a kid, not because he didn't like his parents' beliefs, not out of mindless disobedience, but to get Walburga to look at him, to get her to shower him in attention the way she did Regulus, to get her to look at him with anything other than distant eyes?

[daddy-long-legssss]

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[starpaw0007]

An AMV showcasing some of the major turning points in Stan's life.

[ficauthor]

The fascinating thing about having only just joined gravity falls fandom, but being previously aware of its presence on the internet; is I know a decade ago the only character with major presence out of the fandom was Dipper. Like if you stumbled on fanart or content while not in fandom most of it involved him. Dipper getting possessed, Dipper beat up, Dipper tormenting his family while possessed, him with Wirt of garden wall.

So when I watched I expected a slightly different show. Something slightly less rounded. Something really only focused on Dipper. Primarily I expected more Dipper getting possessed whump. I thought he was possessed for a string of episodes at one point bc of the sheer amount of Dipper possession art I saw roughly a decade ago.

But now the characters with the biggest presence are the old men. In particular theres alot more focus on Fiddleford than ever. Alot of art, analysis, and fic is recontextualizing the traumas these old men have been through. The way the memory gun is an analogy for addiction, the way Bill is just a shitty abusive ex (an entertaining one, but one nonetheless), the way that the show tackles generational trauma so on an so forth.

But thats still not the show in its entirety, the microscope just shifted.

What I'm saying is there is a non zero chance some poor soul will walk into Gravity Falls thinking its more about old man Mcgucket than anything, only to get wildly confused. I wish them luck I can only imagine the show that existed in their head before watching and I hope the tonal disonace was as funny as mine was when I realised Dipper was just some sweaty kid who loved his family.

[solar-halos]

tbosas except that there’s another district kid there who also moved to the capitol as a kid. instead of them and sejanus becoming friends they actually end up really disliking each other due to how differently they adjust to the change. while sejanus still considers himself district, the other kid makes themself into a class clown sort of vibe by making fun of district people and perpetuates the myth that they’re weird and gross and primitive. sejanus doesn’t like them and neither do the kids in the capitol but goddamn do they like keeping that kid around and keep inviting them to things for cheap laughs

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Dew can't sleep, and he hasn't been talking to Ifrit. Doesn't mean Ifrit doesn't still care, though. I fucking love them what can I say.

It's too late for this shit, Dew thinks, as he lights another cigarette on the balcony, careful not to let the glowing tip brush up against any of Mountain's potted plants invading the already narrow space. Stems curl around the metal railing, leaves dripping down and swaying in the light breeze. It's somewhat of a hypnotizing sight, one that has Dew blinking sluggishly as he attempts to chainsmoke his thoughts away.

It's too late to be plagued by every thoughts and worries known to man, and yet here Dew is. He hasn't bothered to grab his jacket, hoping that the cold would give him something to focus on. So far, it's only making him shiver hard enough to make his back ache. He's unwilling to go back inside though, frozen in place like staying rooted to the spot might be the key to his peace of mind.

Smoke is exhaled toward the night sky, pinpricks of light blinking at Dew's sad little worries on their canva of deep blue. The burning in his lungs helps a bit, but there is no magical remedy to the whirlwind up in the fire ghoul's head, mercilessly keeping him from restful slumber.

Dew doesn't realize how tense his neck is until a warm hand presses against the back of it, thumb digging in stiff muscles. He barely jumps at the sudden presence.

"I figured you'd be the one here."

Ifrit's voice is gentler than usual in the quiet of the night, face soft and hair mussed when he shifts into Dew's peripherical vision, looking very much like he just woke up. The sheet imprint on his cheeks only confirms it, as well as making him look unbearably adorable. Eyes big and searching despite the slight glaze of tiredness still clinging to them, Ifrit has the good sense not to push for an answer, just shrugs his jacket off to wrap it around Dew's shoulders. It's warm and smells like cedar, so achingly familiar. Dew can't help sinking into it. So what if there's unsaid things trapped between them, arguments never quite settled, longing for something maybe past, maybe broken, maybe fixable, that they're too cowardly to attempt saving ?

Right now, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter because Ifrit's arm is slung around Dew's shoulders, tugging him into the older fire ghoul's chest, until Ifrit's heartbeat echoes in Dew's ear and he can feel a kiss being pressed to the crown of his head.

Ifrit's throat glows orange when he accepts the half-finished cigarette Dew hands him, a fun quirk of his that Dew admittedly missed. It used to fascinate him, seeing Ifrit's body visibly react to the smoke curling inside his lungs. The longer the drag he takes, the further the glow spreads, sometimes reaching his broad chest in an abstract pattern of light splashed under his skin.

With the both of them sucking onto the filter, Dew quickly ends up stomping on the butt of the cigarette. He doesn't reach for another one. His thoughts are still racing, but tiredness is starting to take its toll, and it's hard to follow what goes on in his brain when his eyes start closing for longer period of times, leaning into Ifrit's warm body and the soft touch of his fingers drawing mindless forms on his shoulder.

Dew still doesn't want to go though.

That's when Ifrit starts to sing.

It's more of a soft hum at the begining, but then words start to flow out of his mouth, ableit softly to fit the late hour. Ifrit has always had a nice voice. Surprisingly versatile, a bit raspy on the edge but able to climb pretty high, just to fall to a low rumble in a steady whiplash of register. Dew has begged him to sing to him many times over the years they've known each other, and every instance where Ifrit complied with rosy cheeks and bashful smiles have a special place carved for them in Dew's mind.

Distantly, he notices Ifrit's not singing in english. Gaelic, his brain provides. To Dew's untrained ears, the pronounciation seems pretty good, which makes him wonder whether Chain taught him, or if it's part of Ifrit's hidden deck of random knowledges.

Either way, the tension in Dew's shoulders is slowly bleeding away. There's a tight ball of yearning in his lower stomach, but that he can withstand. Probably.

The sudden realization that if they don't breach the distance that settled between them ever since Ifrit retired, the older fire ghoul will become somebody Dew used to know, used to love, strikes him like a bolt of lightening, and his hand flies up to grip Ifrit's arm in a tight grasp. It cuts the singing short, which Dew takes half a second to mourn before he chokes out.

"Don't go."

It's not all he'd like to say, but the words stick in his throat, tongue heavy and useless in his mouth. Ifrit, sweet, darling Ifrit, tightens his hold on Dew, mouth moving in his hair as he shushes him gently.

"I'm right here, i'm right here."

You're not, Dew wants to say, I miss you, you're holding me and I miss you.

But of course, it's like Ifrit knows what goes on in Dew's overproductive brain, because he leans forward, really draping himself over the smaller ghoul, planting a kiss on his temple.

"I am here, Dew. I promise."

Dew let himself relax, takes a deep breath.

"Come to bed with me ?"

Ifrit hesitates. Doesn't pull away, barely stiffens, but he does hesitate.

"Isn't Aether-"

"Yeah, he's there already. Ifrit, he wouldn't mind. Actually, I think he would be thrilled. Unless, of course, if you were with Zeph, I wouldn't want to-"

Dew's rambling is cut short by Ifrit turning him in his hold, until they face each other, heart-wrenching fondness dancing in the older fire ghoul's eyes. Carefully, he cups Dew's face in his big hands, pressing a kiss square on his forehead.

"No, I was alone. Let's go then. Before you freeze to death."

For the first time in several hours, Dew smiles bright and wide.

(In the morning, Aether wakes up with Ifrit's arm slung over both his and Dew's waist, two pairs of legs tangled with his. A familiar sight he missed more than he realized.)

[angelsdean]

thinking abt the "i'm 26 dude" scene and sam's incredulous "dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?" and thinking about the fact that sam was still in contact with dean after he left up until 2 yrs ago. thinking about dean lying to sam whenever they spoke on the phone, saying he and john were working some case when actually john had ditched him to follow some lead or sent dean off on another case. but dean didn't want sam to know, didn't want sam to think even less of john, since all dean wants at this point is for his family to be together again, and that hinges on sam and john burying the hatchet and making up. so he pretended he and john stuck together, that everything's fine, offers to swing by and visit sam sometime, trying to mend their awkward relationship beyond these here-and-there phone calls, but sam continues to shut down and evade dean's offers to visit. it's not a good time right now, dean. midterms. finales. my roommate has someone visiting. i'm busy with an internship. work study. etc etc. until eventually dean gets the hint. eventually sam stops calling and picking up the phone for dean.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 27 - Distance

@jegulus-microfic January 27, Word count 346

Previous part First part

Regulus managed exactly ten minutes in the Slytherin Common room before he’d had enough of his friends asking him a tirade of questions. Where have you been? Are you seeing someone? Why don’t you love me any more? That one had been from Barty and Regulus felt his eye beginning to twitch, so he excused himself. 

After Evan’s plant had decided to use chemical warfare on the fifth-year boy's dorm room, a containment charm had been placed around it. Evan had assured Regulus that had always been the plan and had only put the protection charm on it, as he’d correctly guessed, Regulus’s first instinct would be to blow up the plant. 

“We didn’t know where you were to tell you not to go in before we’d figured out which was the right charm to use to stop it,” Regulus had allowed that explanation and since then the plant's noxious fumes had been trapped within a small radius around the plant. 

Regulus flopped onto his bed, the only place in the Slytherin dormitories where he could find actual peace. Or so he thought. The sound of footsteps climbing the stairs made him grit his teeth together. He quickly closed the curtains around his bed and warded it so no one would be able to get in and cast a silencing charm around it for good measure. The curtains moved as someone tried to get in, but the movement quickly stopped, and Regulus assumed they’d gone away. He spent the next few hours checking over his DADA essay and debating on what he would do to James to punish him for choosing Sirius over him. 

As he contemplated each increasingly hideous idea, he began to seethe. He had planned on waiting until tomorrow to let James know about his displeasure, but the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to go up to Gryffindor Tower. He gathered the things he needed for Sirius’s ‘prank’ and slipped out of the Slytherin dorms, wishing that the distance between there and Gryffindor Tower wasn’t the entire bloody castle!

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[skitskatdacat63]

His bullfighting days aren't over quite yet.

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[loderlied]

honestly maybe considering making oleander ven and niles just original fiction characters? or finding a mind closet to shove them into while i find different settings for them…