#probably gonna post on ao3 as well

[kitsmittens]

Ten Minutes: 1,602 words, trigger warnings: death, vehicle accidents, road collisions, mcd >>>READ WITH CAUTION<<<

“Are you ready?” Sirius asked through the helmet mics. Remus nodded, still trying to fasten the chin strap. He watched fondly as his husband - who had ridden the motorcycle several times before - fiddled with the straps that no one had touched since the last time he’d used it. He claimed they had been adjusted wrongly, but Sirius was sure that was impossible. “Alright there, love?”

“Perfectly fine,” Remus muttered, concentrating. When he heard the click of the fastening, Sirius heard a quiet and satisfied “yes” and couldn’t stop his smile. “Right. Death Trap Time.”

“She’s not a death trap,” Sirius laughed, climbing onto the motorbike first, offering a hand to Remus behind him.

It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. They were supposed to be going to James’ for Christmas dinner. Remus and Lily had spent the morning cooking and he’d come home to change and pick Sirius up before they rode over.

It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.

They were speeding south down the M1, cruising around 100 km/h. It was dark and raining slightly, but visibility wasn’t bad so Sirius kept riding.

He should have noticed Remus’ arms tightening around his waist.

Harry was 3 years old. He was learning new words every week and was so happy to show them off, it was hard to find a moment where he wasn’t talking or babbling. James and Lily found it frustrating, especially when they were just trying to put him to sleep, but Sirius never could. He loved how his nephew looked, eyes bright with excitement as he prattled on about something no one but him could understand.

Harry was 3 years old.

They are almost there, about four minutes from their turn off. The rain is slightly worse, the roads slick beneath the wheels, but Sirius doesn’t want to stop now. Usually he would, he is a safe driver. But it’s Christmas and he does not plan on getting stuck in the rain.

So he keeps going.

Sirius hates himself.  He hates himself for taking those two stupid seconds to gaze back at his Moon. His beautiful Moony, shining in his mirrors.

But he does.

Two seconds. 60 metres.

That’s all it takes.

Usually the M1 is quick to repair, potholes filled before they’ve formed. But not always. And not this time.

In those two seconds - 60 metres - the bike drifts towards the side of the lane. The front tyre dips into the pothole. Sirius, completely unprepared, jerks the handlebars to right the fumble. Only he pulls too far.

The bike's front wheel turns, catches on the tarmac and sends it skidding sideways, into the second lane before tipping over.

Sirius feels his head hit the floor, his shoulder dragging as he’d thrown from the bike, tumbling across the ground. Remus’ arms disappear from around his waist.

His knee hurts.

That’s the first thing he thinks in those few quiet seconds afterwards. When the world is still.

That’s before he hears a whimper in the microphone.

He’s startled to his senses. Against everything he’s told about motorbike accidents, Sirius stumbles to his feet, staggering slightly as a dizzy spell threatens to tip him over. Bright lights spring up in his vision - but they don’t fade, even as the dizziness does.

Two headlights, speeding towards them. 

There’s a car horn, blaringly loud in the darkness. Sirius staggers for the side of the road, searching the bright light for Remus. He’s in the third lane, thrown the farthest from the bike.

“REMUS!” is all Sirius can manage as the other man gets to his feet. Sirius is running, but he knows he’s not fast enough.

Tires squeal, there’s a thud and a scream. It’s in his ear. In the speaker. 

He doesn’t stop running. Not when two people climb from the car - a white Toyota - shouting for an ambulance. He stops when he’s by Remus’ side, rolling him carefully onto his back.

“Remus? C-can you hear me?” he tries, shaking his shoulders. There’s heavy breathing in his ears, but Remus doesn’t speak. “I’m-I’m going to take your helmet off, okay?”

He’s not supposed to. It could be keeping his head together. But he has to. He has to see his face to know he’s alright. That he’ll be alright.

“Remus, just hang in-in there, alright? They’re coming, they’ve called an ambulance, help, help is coming, okay? You’ll be fine-you will be fine, because you’re always fine, you’re Moony. The King of Being Fine.” Sirius is babbling, but he needs to do something while he tries to get this fucking buckle undone. “I should have listened when you said this has a dodgy clip.”

It comes undone and Sirius eases Remus’ helmet off. 

“There we go, see, you’re okay, you’re okay.” Remus’ eyes are scrunched shut against the pain, breathing laboured and uneven, never a full intake. “Remus? Op-open your eyes? Please?”

Sirius is pulling his own helmet off now, one hand brushing the rain-soaked hair from Remus’ forehead, the other throwing the ruined helmet to the side.

“The ambulance is on their way,” a man says, one of the two who got out of the car. The car that hit Remus.

“How-” Sirius clears his throat, dangerously close to tears. No, he has to keep it together. For Remus. “How long?”

“Ten minutes, eleven at the latest.” The man glanced down at Remus, worrying his lip.

“He’ll be fine,” Sirius said, forcefully enough that the man recoiled and took several steps back, retreating to his wife who was standing under an umbrella.

A pained sob escapes Remus’ lips, pulling Sirius’ attention back to him. “Hurts-” he inhales sharply, tears mixing with the rain on his cheeks.

“I know, I’m sorry. It’s okay, you’ll be okay.”

Remus’ eyes are red the next time they open, bloodshot. His face has turned considerably paler, his eyes standing out against the now ashen-looking colour of his face.

“Sirius-” a shallow breath. A pained wince. “I can’t-”

“Don’t speak, love, just save your breath, yeah? You’ll be alright, help is on its way.”

“Nine minutes.”

Sirius holds Remus’ hand in his, letting Remus take his in a vice-like grip. Sirius takes it in stride, wanting to help Remus’ pain in any way. If that means breaking every bone in his hand, then so be it.

“Where’s he hurt?” the man asks, phone pressed to his ear. “The lady needs to know.”

“Remus? Did-did you hear him? What hurts?”

“My-my chest,” was followed by a round of shallow breathing and Remus’ face scrunched in pain. “Leg…head…” There was a strange wheezing and hacking cough, just one. But Remus’ breath was expelled from his chest and his shallow breaths couldn’t bring it back.

It was like watching him in a panic attack, hyperventilating, but with pain etched into every small movement.

“Just-just try to relax, yeah? Remus, you need to breathe - slowly, okay?”

“Seven minutes.”

“Remus?”

Sirius was trying not to be scared, but Remus’ chest was moving so shallowly, so fast and his hand squeezing so tight, it was hard for his heart rate not to pick up to a roar. But Remus was going to be okay - he was always okay, he’s been okay for years. Now was not his Not Okay moment.

“I’m s-sorry,” Remus wheezed.

“No, no, don’t - no, don’t do that to me. Don’t apologise, you have nothing to apologise for.”

Remus gave another choked sob, his other hand reaching for Sirius’.

“I-I-” Remus’ mouth opens and closes, eyes wide.

“Remus?”

Something dribbled from his mouth. A cough sending more over his chin. The rain washed it away quickly, but it was dark.

Dark red.

“Remus?” Sirius was afraid of how weak his voice sounded. Like a small child after a nightmare. Except his nightmares were very real, the monster under the bed rearing its ugly head.

“I love-l” Sirius shuffles closer to Remus, pressing his arms together to try and settle the shaking that had begun in Remus’ entire body.

“No, no, don’t go saying that, you’ll be fine, it’s okay.”

“Four minutes.”

“James-” Two coughs this time, Remus turning slightly on his side and spitting onto the pavement, coughing and choking for too long to be okay.

“It’s okay,” Sirius tries as Remus slumps back onto his back, gasping with the effort and pain. 

Remus’ eyes slide closed, lips moving silently. “Lily-” he grunts, swallowing another cough harshly.

“I know what you’re trying to say, you can’t, okay, you're going to be okay.”

Remus gives him a sad smile, slowly unravelling the tension in his hands, releasing Sirius. He takes a slow, deep breath. “I love-you.”

“Don’t say that, please, it sounds like you’re giving up. You-you can’t, you’re Remus, you’re my Moony, you never give up.”

The next few minutes pass with Remus struggling while Sirius fights to keep him conscious.

“Don’t slip away from me, Moony, okay, you can’t do that, I forbid it.”

Sirius would thank every god in the sky when he heard the sirens, faint, but quickly growing louder. 

“You heard that, Moony? They’re coming, you’re okay.”

Remus’ eyelids are half closed now, bloodshot eyes hidden, face even paler than before. The blue lights flooded the motorway, flashing, casting their faces in blue glow.

“Just hold in there, yeah, they’ll take care of you.”

Sirius was distracted, watching the ambulance draw nearer. He didn’t notice Remus’ choking noises, drowned by the sirens. He didn’t notice the wide-eyed panic. He didn’t notice Remus’ hands slipping from his own.

He didn’t notice him slipping away.

[tea-time221]

inquisitor problems

this is a lie he actually could do polyamory and IS in a poly with them

hes just being dramatic

[bizlybebo]

most important stage of the au is making dumb names for everyone

[youling-the-ghost]

GUYS WE FINALLY HAVE SFTH LONGFORM CHARACTER TAGS ON AO3!! :D

(we still don't have any canon relationship tags as far as I know but this is still pretty cool!)

[chatxkilluaxnoir]

I have Gravity Falls and Etc. fic(s) idea(s)

Which, I am going to write now while I am having this fic idea (probably going to be a short one, but in the future I might make a revised expanded version or something. Who knows).

I actually have multiple Gravity Falls and GF TAU and Reverse Falls and etc. stuff that stems from this specific The Book of Bill thing.

Specifically stuff exploring Dipper's nightmares.

(I have some other ideas for the other dreams and/or nightmares too. Sometimes even in relation to Dipper's in some way).

I love my boy, and his nightmares hurt my heart.

But also because I love him, I want to explore even more of issues/trauma/suffering and/or to do Dipper angst. And etc.

Because I want both happiness and/or suffering for my faves/the characters I love very much.

Like Dipper.

So he is going to be getting even more of that from me, probably.

Because he is great and I love him.

[a-gay-bloodmage]

Day 14: You Know a Good Deal About Girls, Right?

(Josephine Montilyet x Semiha Silva-Adaar, Thom Rainier & Semiha Silva-Adaar)

It seems that Semiha Silva-Adaar has never been good with girls. As a Qunari raised amongst humans, she never got the chance to learn. When she comes to Blackwall for advice, he does his best to build her courage. There’s only one monster in that barn, and it’s not her.

Written for the @loveofdragonage event!

Read on Archive of Our Own Here!

[megapteraurelia]

i just wanna say ur writing is so amazing?? its obvious how much work you put into everything, not just from a literature standpoint but an aesthetic one too. i rly hope people will start discovering u bc ur super underrated!!

also, ik you mostly write haikyuu but would u ever be down to do some type of enemies/rivals to lovers with megumi? like maybe reader annoys him cause they got off on the wrong foot and have just been arguing since. like shes super witty and picks on him for being grumpy all the time LOL

again, i love ur works!! pls dont feel too pressured for this req as ill read anything u post anyway :) have a great day!

i am full on crashing out AHHHHHHHH i'm so happy that my effort translates over to people, and i appreciate the opportunity that i can even put something out in the first place (hope tumblr get its shit together!! soon!!)

but that is sooooo kind of you, and i appreciate it a whole lot. thank you, truly!! 𖹭 𖹭

i'm not too confident on my ability to fully capture the complexity of megumi, and this put me like into deep psycho-analysis mode (albeit, very botched and amateurish) and i'm so sorry that it's not as light-hearted as the request sounds ahhhhh

but i hope you enjoy it regardless v_v

HERE!

thank you lots for letting me know, these words rlly do make me happy ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

i hope you have an even greater day!! bless ya babes

[pinkxpantha]

would you guys be interested in a valentines event special 👀? Im so tempted rn..

[hn-undercover-9503]

Really, really brief character study for p!Martyn and p!Sausage because it's 4am and my brain won't shut up about pirates okay thanks

Martyn woke from his very fitful sleep to the muffled sound of music coming from downstairs. Confused and somewhat annoyed, he tossed aside the thin yellow blanket in his Kestrels bed. Leaving his room, he could see all of the other doors were open except for one. Grumbling under his breath, he traipsed his way down the stairs ready to chew out whoever had decided to play music in the middle of the night.

When he made it though, he stopped short at the sight of Sausage sitting alone at the barstools. A jukebox across the room was playing some sea shanty, but the man at the bar didn't seem to be listening to it. He was hunched over a half-empty mug with his eyes closed. As Martyn slowly made his way over, he was almost convinced the other man was asleep, had it not been for the way his hand was clenched tightly around the mug handle.

"Uh…Sausage?"

The other man shrieked and jumped, eyes flying wide open and sloshing ale over the floor. He whined at the sight of it, grumbling as he stood to get a mop from the corner. "Look what you made me do, Martyn! Now the floor is all wet…"

"Ah, my bad." Martyn took the mop and quickly helped clean up the mess. It only took a few minutes, and once they were done both of them sat down at the bar again. Sausage let out a heavy sigh, resting his head on the table.

"So, uh…what are you doing awake so late?" Martyn finally asked. Sausage hummed before lifting his head and grinning.

"Drinking myself silly, of course! Isn't it obvious?" He giggled again after saying it, but Martyn could hear the insecurity in his voice.

He raised an eyebrow, staring at him as the music faded out only to restart the same song.

"Don't look at me like that! What, you think I'm lying? Why would I lie?" Sausage demanded, oddly defensive considering Martyn hadn't actually said a word to him.

Martyn shrugged. "I dunno, just seems to me like there's something on your mind."

"The only thing on my mind is coin and ale." Sausage said with a huff, crossing his arms like that sealed the deal. Martyn hummed, getting up to pour two more mugs for them both.

They sat in silence for a while, nothing but the music in the background between them. After Sausage had drained about half of his mug, though, he leaned back in his seat and sighed. "Hey, Martyn. Where did you come from?"

Martyn hesitated for a second. He couldn't exactly tell him he fell from the sky after going through Doc's new strange portal. "I, uh, dunno. Some island nearby. Washed up on shore a few days ago, and now I'm here. You know how it is."

Thankfully, Sausage didn't seem to be in the mood to press him for information. He just hummed, staring up at the ceiling. Mihawk the macaw was sleeping in the nearby windowsill, and Sausage seemed to be watching him very carefully. "I've been on the Isles for a long time, you know."

Martyn nodded, tracing the rim of his mug with a finger. "I kinda assumed."

"I'm not the only one though. Kyle's been here a while, too. And Scott! Oh boy, he's been here since he was just a little bitty baby! But you know, you get to know people when you're here for a while. I have some good friends."

Martyn hummed, unsure where the other man was going with this. But Sausage didn't even seem to realize he was there anymore. He was just talking to the ceiling at this point. "The other day…at that weird island the recruiter sent us to…"

Martyn let out a small, unintelligible, "Oh." That whole incident had been…strange. And eerie. And creepy. And he still hated knowing that that weird little purple thing was running over the Isles somewhere, completely free. He didn't know why the others were letting it go after what they'd seen. If it had been up to him, he'd have tied an anchor to it and dropped it into the sea as soon as it appeared on the Isles.

"I never really talked to Aimsey all that much. They seemed nice, but I mean, they are a Kite, and you know how it is with them…but she'd come over and talk to Guqqie a lot, and the two of them were so close. And Guqqie…" Sausage's voice became very, very small.

Martyn felt awful. Of course, Sausage was worried about his friend. The other Kestrel, Guqqie. Martyn hadn't exactly been fond of her for the little amount of time they'd spoken, but she was a Kestrel, so it made sense that she was probably decently close with Sausage, right? It only made sense he'd be worried about them.

"I…don't know what happened to Aimsey." Martyn murmured, keeping his voice low. Out of respect? He didn't know. Truth was, he didn't really know anything about anything about this place, but he had a feeling he was about to get wrapped up in something very, very bad here. "But didn't those people say they wanted Guqqie for a job? So she'll come back with money, right?"

Sausage shook his head. "That's just it. If it was just a job, she should've been back by now. Something's not right with this. And what if…what if they're actually…gone?"

Martyn's stomach sank. "Gone…gone, as in, like, dead? Dead gone?"

Sausage took a deep breath. "I…I don't know. I'm just…just…" He put his face in his hands and groaned, scrubbing at his face furiously. When he raised his head again, his eyes were red and the fake smile had returned. "Oh, but I'm probably worried over nothing! Aimsey probably just got lost fighting a whole bunch of slimy purple monsters, and Guqqie is probably just so overloaded with coin they have to take more than one trip! Both of them are fine, I'm sure!"

Martyn watched the other man stand up and down the rest of his mug in one big gulp. He giggled as he slid the empty mug across the counter to him. "Don't stay up too late drinking, Martyn! We got another big day of pirating tomorrow! Goodnight!" He watched with narrowed eyes as Sausage practically ran back up the stairs.

In the background, the jukebox began to skip. Martyn got up to take the disc out before it could really start getting under his skin. He set it on the rack alongside the other discs they had, then glanced up at the stairs leading to the upper floor of the Kestrels home. Sausage had clearly been genuinely really worried over the two missing pirates, Aimsey and Guqqie. Martyn had only been here for a few days, and already he knew–this was going to be a difficult one.

[compacflt]

uhhh i don’t know how this works, but, in case i haven’t specified, my writing requests are open! idk, send me an ask, idk, i literally don’t know, and it DOES NOT have to be in my specific AU, im down for anything!!! I have some more free time now & this is a good exercise!! if u want me to write stuff, 🫡 here i am!*

* no promises i get to ur ask. But I will try my best.

[ao3comments-that-water-my-crops]

i FINALLY changed the avatar

i hope you all love and appreciate this clipart monstrosity that is our new pride and joy here on this blog. yes i did indeed whip together in about five minutes before i go pass out.

also my apologies once again for being gone for so long: i would genuinely love to get this blog actively running again, as a way of honestly getting myself back into writing fanfic.

[Image ID: The Ao3 logo with a clip art sunhat and pink clip art watering can, superimposed over a sunny cornfield. /End ID]

[beechersnope]

tbh i have a weird fear of posting Too Much fic....who can relate

[wander-wren]

hi, calling all fanfic writers and readers and also people who have Made Videos for a little help with a potential project.

disclaimer: this is, as i said, very potential and still in the Shiny New Idea stage, i’m trying to determine feasibility at the moment.

so, you know speedpaints, right? as in, timelapsed drawing video with music or narration laid over it. consider the same thing, but with writing.

(the tentative term at the moment is speedfic, which has some precedent being used this way, because speedwriting means something else. but i digress)

the idea is that i would post timelapsed videos of me writing short fics and explain my process, probably focusing on specific elements like worldbuilding, character voice, plot, etc. i could also talk about planning, editing, and maybe some other general fanfiction topics.

this leads me to several questions. the main one, of course, is “would anyone else even be interested in this sort of thing?”

but assuming that answer is yes—there are some logistical issues inherent in doing this with words that aren’t caused by doing this with art, namely the “speed” and “narration” bits, and lots of other fiddly little things.

so i guess i’m just asking what writers/readers would want from a project like this, any preferences as far as video structure/length/content, just anything, really. before i go chasing the Shiny New Thing, i want to know if it’s worth it

[seventh-district]

oh nice! the Matt fic posted itself at the correct time

[plaid-maniac]

“Hey There, Trucy”

A story about the seven year gap and an exploration of a drastic change in parenting for Trucy.

Prologue:

In another story maybe Phoenix would have been more cautious. But it has been 2 years since he’s had his badge and he wants this investigation to be over with. He wants to be free to visit his friends without the ever present state of suspicion all around him. He wants Kristoph in jail and his life to be whole again.

In another story maybe he would have been more attentive to things around him. But he’s exhausted from a late night at the Borscht Bowl where some of the patrons got just a bit too rowdy if the bruises from the fight were anything to go by. They weighed him down with just another layer of pain because he was in no mental shape to get over his fear of medicine to try and ease the burden.

In another story maybe Kristoph wouldn’t have come to visit. But he was able to get the last trial settled earlier than expected due to a shock confession from a witness. His client got off the hook much faster than he would have thought, and with very little effort on his part, meaning he could work on some of his other “projects”.

In another story maybe he wouldn’t have thought to try and speed things up. After all, it would be bad to go too fast into something without taking proper precautions. But Phoenix isn’t the only one getting tired of the cat and mouse game, and he recently got his hands on something that could end this without a hitch.

But it’s only in another story that that is the case. Because this “brand new thing” is actually rather old, falling well past the expiration date. Even if you drank all of it, it wouldn’t be able to simulate a perfect heart attack as it has been advertised to him. So only relying on a smudge is a fools choice that can only send someone to the hospital at best.

It’s in this story that all of this comes to a head with a knock to the Wright Talent Agency’s door.

Fake smiles and beating around the bush appear in many stories, and this one is no different. Phoenix lets him inside, comforted by the fact that Trucy is away at school just in case something does happen. He doesn’t let up his constant attention on the other man despite how tired he is of all of this. He may want it to be over, but he isn’t a quitter.

Kristoph, meanwhile, is scouting out the perfect place and time to leave the solution to his problems. He watches the other man as intently as he is watched, waiting for an opening that might not even appear. He stays in the kitchen all the same just in case.

In another story, Trucy would have listened to her father about not leaving her books on the floor.

It is only as Phoenix has completely fallen over, igniting all the bruises in his body, and started silently cursing that Kristoph strikes, leaving his perfect plan on the prongs of a fork. One of the few currently clean fork in the apartment. It is only a matter of time now before it ends up completing the job.

It takes him much longer to get up than normal. His body and soul is worn and he just wants to rest. But when he stands up he is reminded that there is no rest for the weary or the wicked, and he has to simply continue on.

In another story it would worry him at just how easy it was to get the other man to leave before Trucy came back. But they had been talking about the case that went so perfectly and Phoenix knew he would probably want to scope out for a new case like a bloodhound looking for prey. So he didn’t think as much of it as he really should.

And all thoughts about that interaction left his mind when his daughter came home from school.

And all thoughts of worry were quashed for the moment as he worked on dinner for her and lunch for himself.

And all thoughts of his weariness were replaced by thoughts of needing to do the dishes, but there were still clean plates and forks so they will use those and he will wash everything after.

And everything was smiles and laughter as she told him about today’s class and how her teacher got upset for her turning her classmates pencils to rubber.

And everything was concerned looks and furrowed brows as she became paler and paler.

And everything was running feet and gaging into the toilet as she was overcome by a sudden illness.

And everything was hurried phone calls and sirens as she started to drift into the darkness.

And everything was black.

[horrorgirlreads]

I want to write tomorrow night and have ideas for all 3 wips, so thought this would be fun. The emojis are the only hints you're getting for what the wips are about.