#hopes funeral

[lulublack90]

Prompt 25 - Cox

@wolfstarmicrofic August 25, word count 681

CW - Grave, open grave, funeral, minor character death

The service had been small. Hope hadn’t had any family left apart from Lyall and himself. She had a few friends dotted about who had made the journey to see her off, but most of the mourning party was made up of Remus’s friends. Sirius, James, Peter, Mary, Marlene, Dorcus and Lily. They’d all met his Mum at least, and she'd loved each and every one of them. 

Lily had his left hand in hers and gave it a squeeze to get him to stand up as his mum’s coffin was carried from the church. Sirius had his right hand and together he and Lily led him to walk behind Hope. He watched with tearful eyes as she was lowered into the ground. 

“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,” The Vicar read the prayer, but Remus blocked out the rest. Hope had been the religious one, not him and certainly not Lyall, but this had been her last wish, and they'd sworn to grant her it. Lily dropped his hand and he shuffled forward to drop a handful of soil onto the shiny coffin that held his mum. 

“I miss you so much already, Mum,” He whispered to her. “ I love you,” He dropped the dirt from his hand and winced at the sound it made as it crashed onto the coffin below. Sirius dipped to scoop up a handful as well. 

“Rest easy Hope, say hi to Alphard for me,” And he let the soil spill from his hand. He helped Remus back to where Lily was standing, and she took his hand again after saying her own farewell. 

Remus was unaware of anything but the two hands holding his. But soon the service was over, and two men began filling in the grave as the mourners filtered out of the graveyard. Lyall came up to him and grasped his shoulder in his big hand, his eyes shining bright with unshed tears. 

“Thanks for coming, Hope would have loved seeing you all,” Lyall said to the others. "See you tonight," He added to Remus before walking away. 

His friends gathered around him, encasing him in their love. They stood in the cold until the men had finished their job and left them to it. Remus approached the edge of the grave again and shook. She was really gone. He felt Sirius shake too. Then a snort from James. Soon all his friends were trying in vain to hide their laughter. 

“What is it?” He turned to Sirius, his heart broken. 

“I’m so sorry, love,” Sirius took a deep breath, wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes. “It’s just who picked out this spot?” 

“Mum did,” He answered, his voice croaking. “Why?”

“It’s just. Oh, I don’t really want to tell you, not right now,” Sirius grimaced. 

“Tell me,” Remus begged. He had a million thoughts rattling around in his head. Sirius looked around for help but no one stepped forward. He ran his free hand through his hair. 

“It’s just Hope is surrounded by Cox,” Remus’s eyes bugged out of his head. Surely he couldn’t have heard that right. Sirius pointed at the graves beside Hopes and behind. 

“They’re overheard as well,” Marlene snorted from the graves on the row in front of Hopes. 

Remus peered at the name beside his mother’s fresh grave. ‘Irene Cox’. He burst into loud uncontrollable guffaws. He fell to his knees at his mother’s graveside, unable to stand with the laughter escaping from him. 

“Merlin, Mum. Thanks. Thanks so much. I love you,” He blew a kiss to the quiet earth, knowing Hope must have set this up to make him smile one final time. He stood up and looked at his friends gathered there to help him through this horrid time in his life. 

“Let’s go get a pint and a sherry for Mum so we can drink to her,” Sirius grabbed his hand again, squeezing it gently. They followed the twisting path out of the little graveyard and Remus could have sworn he heard his mum’s laugh following after them.   

[barbaricjester]

I'm think so hard about Stanley Pines I'm gonna fucking cry. Have you guys ever noticed how he talks to Ford even before he got him back. In Carpet Diem he scolds Ford and says his carpet is ugly. He asks the wax lookalike if he wants anything from the kitchen. He tells Ford to shut up when he's reading his journal. He tells the kids he talked to his reflection while fishing alone. He needed his brother so fucking much and I'm

[demigods-posts]

yes, yes. percy screaming for annabeth when he can't find her in the underworld. but what about annabeth screaming for percy after the volcano erupts and all that's left of him are the echoes of his agony? what about annabeth having to return to camp alone and go two weeks fully believing he chose to protect her in his dying moments? what then?

[geosaurus]

sinner, you better get ready

[eightbitpale]

Two colourways. My padme psychosis continues. She’s Helen to me

[luminique]

once in a while when it’s all dark and everyone has gone back to their sleeping quarters, lighter would sit out at the big couch next to the bar for a moment. playing with his lighter in hand, humming to himself. slowly he’d feel the fatigue hitting him and end up laying on the couch.

you were just checking on everyone, doing a quick night time stroll to make sure that no lights were unnecessarily left on at cheesetopia or any other areas. then you came upon lighter’s sleeping figure on the couch, jacket and sunglasses still on…

he looked peaceful but sleeping like that must be uncomfortable. so you start with his shades, carefully trying to remove them from his face. all of a sudden, his hand wraps around your wrist, his grip was tight. upon seeing you, he immediately loosened up, a little smirk creeping in on the ends of his mouth.

clearly, he was tired. not thinking straight and definitely half awake but that doesn’t explain why he instead pulls you on the couch too. now you’re laying down, back pressed up against his chest. he’s barely making any sense with his sleepy mumbling but you can feel him scoot closer to you and breathe in your scent.

you can try and break free but with his arms wrapped around your body, it was practically impossible (and lets be honest, you didn’t want to either). his breathing slows down, his mumbling comes to a soft stop and this time, he had truly fallen asleep. as if under some type of spell that causes him to sleep immediately after having you in his arms.

don’t worry, he’ll make sure no one knows tomorrow morning. he can just brush it off as both of you being tired and coincidentally sleeping together on the couch. for now, he’ll sleep without any worries, because you were here.

[tsarjozinzbazin]

Can we have the kids playing together?

[pricegouge]

nik falls in love with you the first time he meets you, i think

when you first pull up behind the old beater truck you think nothing of it, inspecting the rusted out tailgate with a critical eye. you note the dirt above the wheel well disinterestedly and move on, climbing out of your low coup with a sigh at the bite of frost in the air. small cars were great in that it didn't take long to fill the tank, which meant less time spent in the frigid open air by the gas pump, but awful in that a small tank meant more frequent stops, like a kid after a theater soda.

you've only just selected your fuel grade when the owner of the truck sidles up, resting a fresh tall coffee from the shop on the roof as he blocks off the pump, sets about wiping his windshields with the squeegee. you wonder if the old girl even has windshield washer fluid in her.

it's hard to avoid watching him work. he's handsome. burly. well dressed, though the clothes themselves looked nearly as old and ragged as his truck. he catches you watching interestedly when your pump chunks loudly, tank full, but you're too interested in the way he leans casually over the truck bed to reach the middle panel of the back window.

(can you be expected to look away when you note he's tall enough to reach without issue? the soft roll of his diaphragm bulging over the bed?)

the man works his palm back across his slicked hair, smoothing it unnecessarily. his eyes are bright as he eyes you over and you take it unflinchingly, emboldened by the obvious interest you see there.

until his eyes rake over the hood of your car and the corner of his mouth drags into a smirk, one you've seen too many times before.

"it's a base model," you interrupt before he can even speak, but the man is unperturbed.

"i see that," he hedges in a thick russian accent. odd, what with the old beater and the local plates. "twenty ninteen?"

you're taken aback, but only slightly, your car's make notorious enough to garner attention, though not usually enough to keep it past 'it's the cheap model'. "Yeah," you concede, finally remembering to return the nozzle to its holster. you reassess the truck in front of you, once written off as the product of poverty or carelessness, you can see now that it's taken years of care to even get such an old beast to stay alive this long. it's a breath of fresh air, really. the kind of Car Guys your little speedster usually attracted were self-centered little twerps more worried about spoilers than... whatever the important bits of machinery were that kept a car moving, but here was a full grown man taking note. maybe the cheap little coup wasn't so bad after all...?

"you'll want to keep an eye on that timing chain."

"pardon?"

the man just laughs as he straightens out. you wait patiently for him to walk around the hood and return the squeegee. standing much closer to you now, he wipes his hands off on his jeans and you note his cracked knuckles, callused but well-suited for the cold. "the timing chain. sobach'ye der'mo, that car. does it like to shift when the engine's cold?"

you remember running late the other morning, the way the car had shook when you'd approached the stop sign at the end of your street after starting and dashing. "no."

his hair barely moves when he shakes his head, product too thick along his roots. it should maybe gross you out but it doesn't, just lends itself to his specifically eastern european charm. "it will start with cam shaft error codes - probably around seventy five thousand miles. don't listen. take it to me, da?" the card he proffers is simply designed, but effective. his name is nikolai and he owns a local shop - one you pass daily, actually. you run by it in your memories now, re-evaluate the classic models that proudly line the lot with a fresh eye.

"and what if i'm past that mileage?" you ask slyly, pocketing his card.

(breast pocket, hoping he notes your finger bosts no ring as you do so.)

nikolai pulls a deep sigh, expression the very image of concern when he informs you of your dire situation. "then you should bring it in straight away. these problems... let us just hope it's not too late."

your laugh is a bubbly thing, too bright, but nikolai doesn't know you from adam so you play it off as best you can. there's no hiding the shiver you emit when the next strong gust of wind rolls though, however, and your companion urges you back to the the driver's door insistantly with a heavy hand at the small of your back. he apologizes for keeping you even though he didn't and waits to make sure you'll call him before closing the door after you. he makes no attempt to hide the way he listens to your engine when you start and you don't know what else to do but shrug and wave when he looks back at you disapprovingly at whatever it is he hears.

stuck behind him, you watch as he clambers back into his truck, trying not to be distracted by the way his hammies test the inseam of his jeans when he makes the climb up - no runners, no lift kit. old-school.

you're still lost in your day dreams when his engine turns over with a purr, sighing wistfully when his tail lights turn on. it takes a moment to register the picture, the asymmetrical vision before you. you have enough sense to honk before opening your door, grabbing his attention so he doesn't drive off before you can collect his coffee from his roof.

you take the time to read the scrawled name on the side as he lowers the window - a task, what with the hand crank.

"do you spell it with a 'c'?" you ask, turning the cup so the americanized version of his shortened name faces him. when he simply replies negatively with a soft smile, you can't help but return the expression.

"thought not. just asking so i know how to save you in my phone."

[larrylimericks]

20Nov24

The thing that could always bring gladness Will now surely always bring sadness. Four men in black dress Laid their brother to rest. Liam’s gone? What the fuck is this madness?

[anothersuperstition]

so how are we all feeling about what that set means for potential mcr5 and the future of the band?.. i’ve seen some people feel like the way it was is def indicating a tour/mcr5/something more relatively soon and some people feel like it was indicating more finality and that they’ll prob be done after tonight but i’m not online enough to really see alllll the thoughts and i’m curious….

[apparently-artless]

●◉✿ SOUSOU NO FRIEREN ❀ FRIEREN & HIMMEL ✿◉●

Anime: Sousou no Frieren Characters: Frieren & Himmel Song Lyrics: Outnumbered by Dermot Kennedy

↳ requested by Alice (@alice-chan-chan)

[casualavocados]

Who else knows? About what? That you were born on Kenari. [...] Well, everyone I've told is dead. That's ridiculous. Jezzi. Sammo. Huh? That's family.

ANDOR Season 1 (2022)

[realmsalot]

Oh, How Forgetful Of You

"Did you see him," Caryn asks, breaking the heavy silence. "Did you see him before he died?"

"Yes," he answers truthfully. She already knows that it him who asked Stanley to come up here.

"Did ya two talk?" And he knows what she's hoping for. He knows what she's hoping he'll say.

Yes. We worked it out. We talked things through. We apologize to each other. He died knowing his twin loved him.

He doesn't have it in him to lie.

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Or my take on a reverse portal au. Enjoy :)

Edit: So this isn't done yet. I was writing this on Tumblr mobile and thought I saving this in my drafts when app decided to post it! So now I guess this is sneak peak for a really long oneshot I'm working on. So enjoy I guess. I will appreciate any feed back on this. Don't write your fics directly on Tumblr.

Edit Edit:

Started posting the actual fic. It's a chapter fic now. Ao3 link

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It's a cold March day in Gravity Falls. There's a fresh layer of snow on the ground glistening in the cool sun. And yet, the signs of the upcoming spring are as clear as the current sky. The snow is a mere inch on the ground, no where near the hight it was earlier in the year. There are starts of new growth on the deciduous in the area and songs from a few individual birds of migrating species that came back a tad early.

It's a beautiful day.

Even at a funeral, he acknowledges that. He's pretty sure everyone else there does as well.

Stanford Pines stands in front of an empty grave, with a hallow coffin waiting to be put in by its side and staring at the name of his twin brother etch on the headstone.

He knows that the death date on the headstone is wrong. It says that his twin had died last week, when the Stanley Mobile had careened off a cliff and was later found with no body inside. When he sent it off that cliff with a cut of the breaks, a quick hot wiring of the car and the heaviest chunk of firewood he had on the pedal. Stan had loved that car. Ford remembers the face - the smile that Stan had when he first bought it at sixteen. He remembers Stanley shoving him into that car for the first time before they went for drive, where they drove it way too fast with the windows down and shouting kings of New Jersey at the top of their lungs to celebrate. Ford remembers the last time he got in that car, screwdriver in hand, and looking around for just a moment and seeing stolen motel bedding on the back seats and trash on the floor consisting of fast food wrappers, bags convince store snacks, and losing lottery tickets. Stanley had lived in that car.

And now, thanks to Ford, the only things left of that car are a burnt pile of metal in the dump, the license plate sitting on a table in his cabin, and an old photo he stole from the drivers visor.

The death date on the headstone is wrong, but Stanford doesn't know what the real date would be. By the time Stanley had come, Ford was so paranoid and sleep deprived he didn't know what day it was anymore. But he should know. Ford should know the date. Ford should know the date he sent his twin brother to his demise. And he hates that he doesn't.

A hand touches his shoulder, and Ford is startled out of his recently encrypted head. He looks over.

It's Ma. And she's staring at the headstone, too. They stay silent for a while.

When Ford saw her arrive, he was honestly surprised she came alone. He thought for sure that she would somehow drag Filbrick or Shermie along, but no. She came alone.

The only other guest that came, aside from Fiddleford who came here for Ford not Stan, was an IRS agent. (And Ford is pretty sure he heard him whisper to the, "I know you're not dead," while glancing at Ford. )

Did Stan really have no one?

"Did you see him," Caryn asks, breaking the heavy silence. "Did you see him before he died?"

"Yes," he answers truthfully. She already knows that it him who asked Stanley to come up here.

"Did ya two talk?" And he knows what she's hoping for. He knows what she's hoping he'll say.

Yes. We worked it out. We talked things through. We apologize to each other. He died knowing his twin loved him.

He doesn't have it in him to lie.

"We talked," he starts. Scenes of that night flash in his mind.

Stan's face filling with hope as Ford talks about their old childhood dream. The way it fell as Ford tells he to sail away.

"We argued..."

I'm giving you a chance to do the first worthwhile thing in your life and you won't even listen!

"We fought..."

Stanley’s scream as he kicks him back dowases the anger for a moment, and Fort starts to apologize. And then Stanley punches him in the face, and it all comes back.

"And then he..."

Stanley had pushed over the danger line. Now all Ford can see is the fear taking over his brother’s face as he floats up to the open maw of the portal. And Ford stupidity calls out for him to do something. To not let his creation- his mistake eat him.

And Stanley does.

He doesn't doesn't hesitate to jump and push Stanford away from the portal. Consequently pushing himself in. And all Ford could do is watch as his self made monster ate Stanley.

"...he left."

It's silent again for nothing but a moment before Caryn starts to sob. She pulls Stanford into a hug that he weakly returns and she cries into the hand-me-down suit his father gave him.

Ford's eyes don't leave the headstone again until long after the mostly empty coffin is buried.

He had killed his own brother.

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Stanford had contacted Fiddleford not long after Stanley went through the portal.

He needed help to finish the mind encrypter because it was getting harder and harder to keep his eyes open and he knew that as soon as he closed them, Bill will come out and destroy it. He needed the mind encrypter to be finish and fast. He didn't know how much longer he could wait. So he went back to his ex-assistant, who (unfortunately) knows how to make machines that affect the mind best.

Ford was prepared to beg, having just lost a brother and just reached a breaking point that even his pride couldn't get to. But to his surprise, Fiddleford readily agreed. That was the second time that week someone whom he wouldn't want to see his again helped.

The mind encrypter got done in record time, and Stanford's mind was finally safe.

Then, for some reason, Fiddleford stuck around.

Then, for some reason, Fiddleford started acting like they're friends again.

[thyming]

I finally got pictures for my locket!

(On the left is my boyfriend who got me this locket for my birthday, on the right is my grandma that recently passed away. I love you, Nana.✨️🩷)

[art-donaldson]

Kaz tossed the ledger back in the safe. “You’re not weak because you can’t read. You’re weak because you’re afraid of people seeing your weakness. You’re letting shame decide who you are... We can endure all kinds of pain. It’s shame that eats men whole.”

happy birthday to my twin soul @wylansvanhendriks <3

[pillsopa]

float my way, i’m melting for you ❤️‍🔥!!!!!