#rem is admitted to this hospital

[karlydraws]

VW hospital yuri but make it more tragic: children's ward 🥲

[moonstruckme]

Omg i love your Dr. Remus fics so much, i’m literally obsessed! I had this idea but idk if it makes sense…

Is there any way that you can write one where the reader is getting treated at the hospital and the IV that remus places causes a burst vein or has a bad reaction to some medication. Neither are Rem’s fault- how could he have known you were allergic to that medication?

Cue angst as remus stays by your side and comforts you, while you reassure him that you’re alright and there’s love and comfort all around.

thanks for checking this out bestie ❤️

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cw: hospital, mention of IV and anaphylaxis

doctor!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 465 words

Remus is emanating guilt. His thumb moves over the top of your hand, just short of your IV like he can protect you from it belatedly. You love him so much it hurts. 

“I’m feeling a lot better,” you say. Your voice sounds far less hoarse than it had. 

He gives you a smile that doesn’t meet his eyes. “Yeah? That’s great.” 

“Do you think I might be able to go home today?” 

Remus’ expression creases, guilt burrowing further into the indent between his brows. “I don’t know, sweetheart. I’d like to think so, but we still have to kick the infection and we may want to observe you overnight.” He kisses your knuckles apologetically. “You know I’ll stay with you either way.” 

You give him your own miniature smile. “Thanks.” 

He echoes it back, and you both fall quiet. 

“You couldn’t have known I was allergic to that stuff,” you say gently. 

Remus’ lips press together in a line. “I know.” 

“I mean, even I had no idea. It wasn’t on any records or anything.” 

“I know, dove. Thanks.” 

Another silence lapses. You watch your boyfriend, who looks down at the sheets of your hospital bed. You squeeze his fingers. 

“What are you thinking about?” 

Remus puffs out a sigh. Gives you a sad smile. “I guess I’m thinking that I’m rather selfish.” 

It pangs like an insult against you, right in the center of your chest. “What?” 

“I see people go into anaphylaxis all the time,” he says, thumb still running over your knuckles absentmindedly, “but it’s never been as scary for me as when it happened to you just now. I almost forgot what to do.” 

“You didn’t, though,” you reassure him, leaning forward to ask for a kiss. Remus obliges you, and his lips are warm and sweet against yours. “You fixed it. You always do.” 

He dots a kiss onto the bridge of your nose. “I never like seeing you in pain,” he admits, “and seeing how scared you were, too…it was hard.” 

Your gut twists. “I’m sorry,” you say. 

Remus tsks. “What’re you sorry for, sweetheart? You were the one having an allergic reaction that I gave you.” 

“Yeah, by using medicine to try and save me from an infection my stupid body gave itself.” 

“Well,” he says, tone warming with amusement, “that’s hardly fair.” 

“Yeah, doesn’t seem fair to either of us. Truce?” 

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes, lovesick even when he’s pretending not to be. “Truce,” he agrees. He gives your fingers a fond squeeze. 

“Good.” You smile at him. “I think our first act of allyship should be busting me out of here before anyone tries to make me stay the night. What do you think?” 

Remus huffs a laugh. “I’ll see what I can do.” 

[youknowwho-mustnotbenamed]

December 13 - Hot Chocolate | word count: 996 | @wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius hates when other people are in pain.

Maybe it’s just a trauma response from his childhood and having to see Reggie in pain, but now, even when somebody around him is even the slightest bit uncomfortable, he will go out of his way to remedy that. Which is why, as soon as he suspected about Remus being a werewolf, he did as much research into the topic as he could. He learned everything Remus refused to tell them.

About the aches and pains werewolves suffered both before and after the full moon—some experienced the antsy wolf worse than others, and sadly, Sirius suspected Remus was one of them. About how they feel a chill in their bones that won’t thaw—Remus generally goes about the castle wearing as many jumpers as he can pull over his head. About how they feel repulsive and think others feel the same—he knows well about the paranoia. He learned about how they find comfort in things that remind them they are human—physical touch, comfortable clothes, their favorite foods, people they recognize—so Sirius does as much as he can to give Remus those without overstepping boundaries.

Which is why right now, he is balancing a nearly overflowing mug of hot chocolate up from the kitchens. Under his other arm is an enchanted blanket with an intricate heating charm that doesn’t just warm the skin, but deeper inside the body as well—he had to seek out Regulus’ help for this one—as much has he hates to admit it, Regulus is far better at advanced spells than anybody else he knows.

Remus returned to the dorm room just a few hours ago now, leaving Sirius with the complicated task of slipping through the common room, uninterrupted, and untouched. Luckily, the others seem to recognize the Black scowl, and pull away. As much has he hates resorting to using the power his family has, he won’t hesitate to use it if it means Remus feels himself again.

Because Sirius can’t stand the long silences, the blank stare, the shivers, the distancing, any of it. He needs Remus in his life like he needs his lungs to breathe. Inseparable, necessary. If Remus leaves, simply because he thinks himself too much of a burden, Sirius is certain he will fall apart. Which he knows is an odd thought for a thirteen-year-old, but he can’t help the way he feels.

“Hey, Rem.”

“Sirius?” He croaks in surprise. Sirius can also see the way he forces his body to relax, trying not to show an ounce of pain on his face. But the slight crinkle around his eyes and the stiffness of his limbs gives him away.

“I brought something for you.”

“You did?”

“Of course. Here.” Kneeling on the bed, he wraps the blanket around Remus, whose eyes blink open wide in surprise. He knows exactly how it feels—he tested it himself to make sure it worked properly—like a warm hug. Physical touch, check. Warmth, check. Remus is already wearing his favorite jumper, check. His favorite food, modified slightly to help ease the cold, check. Somebody he recognizes, check.

“Oh.” He accepts the mug, and immediately takes a sip. “Oh, this is delicious. Where did you get it?”

Suddenly, the blanket under his twiddling fingers is far more interesting. “I owled your mum. I know you mentioned how much you love her hot chocolate, and I figured with… everything, that you would appreciate a little bit of home right now.”

“I…”

He finally looks up, only to find a devastating sight. Remus is crying. That defeats the purpose of everything he was trying to do. He should be smiling right now, forgetting about the pain and returning to himself, to Sirius’ Remus.

“Why are you crying? Did I do something wrong? I’ll—”

“You did this for me?” Remus chokes out.

“Yeah, of course. Why not?”

“Because…. Because… why?”

“I… um… I know.”

“You know? Know what?”

“I know that you… I know—I know where you were three nights ago.”

“I was in the hospital wing. You know I get sick a lot, Sirius.” He is trying to seem casual, but Sirius can catch the slip of panic in his tone.

“You weren’t there, Rem. I went to check in on you, but you weren’t there.” He can sense Remus’ entire body go stiff. He can tell, that this moment, right here, right now, is what determines their future. Will Remus turn away and leave him alone, or will he fight the paranoia and acknowledge that Sirius accepts him as he is. “It’s alright. I know you think you are a burden, but you aren’t. You are the best person I have in my life, and I couldn’t imagine losing you.”

“But… but I’m a monster.”

“So is my mother, but I’m not afraid of her.”

“Sirius—”

“I’m being serious here. I know, and I’m not afraid. I’ll help you in any way I can.”

“How did you find out?”

“I’m good at reading people.” He shrugs. “I also hate to see other people in pain if there is something I can do to help.”

“Do the others know?”

“Nah. It’s your secret to tell, and I’ll support you whether you want to tell them or not.”

“Thanks, Sirius. You are the best friend I could ask for.”

For whatever reason, Sirius’ heart aches at the word friend. It is so insignificant. He always hated these labels people stick on their relationships to help make them make sense. His mother is hardly his mother if she locks him in closets and invades his mind, Professor McGonagall, is more of a mother to him, but he can never label her as such because of “societal norms” or whatever. And yes, Remus is his friend, but he is so much more, Sirius isn’t sure there is a label for it.

But still, he smiles, “Of course, Rem.”

Friends.

[lesbojournals]

🍳: could you do a poly!maraduers x reader when they suddenly just collapse? Fluff ending, please! And fem or non binary is ur choice!

Poly!Marauders x Reader (who collapses)

a/n: i hope that this is what you were looking for !

You were fine one second. You swore you were. It was just that you were standing, one second, and then the world got dizzy, your world got blurry and splotchy, and when you opened your eyes all you could see was sky.

Well, sky and the faces of your boyfriends Sirius, James, and Remus. 

“What-” You moaned, going to get up before some hands pushed you down. 

“Shh, stay down baby.” Remus shushed.

Within seconds there were EMTs by your side, slowly guiding you up. They brought you inside the ambulance, and strongly advised your boyfriends to wait outside. They ran multiple tests on you, and eventually came to the conclusion you were dehydrated. 

It was up to you whether or not you wanted to go to the hospital technically, and you didn’t want to go, but your boyfriends insisted on it the second the EMT came out of the ambulance with you.

“Just ride with them there love, we’re right behind you. We’ll see you in the hospital.” Sirius promised, holding your hands tight.

You begrudgingly agreed, for the sake of the sanity of your boyfriends. 

When you got to the hospital, Sirius was right, they were right behind you. They must’ve blown a few red lights in order to get to the hospital at the same speed as the ambulance. You’d be sure to chastise them for that later. 

You didn’t officially reunite with one of them until you were admitted into the Emergency Room and in your assigned bed. It was Sirius who came running to your side, immediately grabbing your hand.

“Oh Dolly,” He cooed. “Are you feeling alright?”

You nodded, and squeezed his hand for reassurance. “Where are James and Remus?”

Sirius sighed and rolled his eyes, expressive as always. “They wouldn’t let us all through. Only one visitor per patient.”

And one visitor a patient it stayed. You were with Sirius, mindlessly chatting for about an hour when he got up. 

“Okay my love,” he started. “It’s my time to leave. Remus or James will be out in just a minute, alright? We all played rock, paper, scissors last time to determine who could come first, so I assume they’re playing it again now as we speak to figure out who’s coming next.”

You reluctantly let go of Sirius’s hand. “Rock, paper, scissors?”

“And shoot.” He completed, teasing you. “I love you darling.”

Next it was Remus who visited you, and you already knew that James was likely moping in Sirius’ arms while they sat in the waiting room. 

Remus rushed to your side and held your face in his hands, gently pushing back your hair. He made sure your IV wasn’t bothering you (like the darling he is) and called a nurse over to get you some ice chips.

“You really scared us there, dovey.” He gave you a worried smile. 

You gave him a sheepish expression back. “Sorry.”

You spent your time with Remus in mostly silence, as he encouraged you to shut your eyes and rest up. He timidly massaged your head and played with your hair as you rested, and you were so relaxed you actually did fall asleep.

You didn’t notice when Remus left, but you did notice when James arrived.

“Oh my love!” He yelled, and practically flung himself at you in your bed.

You let out an “Oof!”.

That shot him right out of holding you, looking at you with stress in his eyes. “Did I hurt you love? I’m sorry, are you alright?”

You shook your head negatively. “No, no, Jamie. Just surprised me is all.”

“Oh, good.” He smiled, then shook his head. “No, not good! I just-you know what I mean. I’m sorry baby-”

You interrupted his frantic nature. “James, it’s alright. You can relax, have a seat. I’m okay.”

Instead of sitting in the chair next to your bed that Sirius and Remus had occupied, James opted to sit at the edge of your bed, holding your hand and bringing it up to his face to kiss.

“Just worried.” He admitted. “Gave us quite a fright.”

“Rem told me.” You replied. “I’m okay now though, honey. They’ve got me hooked up to some fluids so I should be out in no time.”

You spent your time with James getting chastised for not taking better care of yourself, as well as just listening to his general anxiety about you collapsing.

He continued his ramblings as you were discharged, and it took Remus with a gentle “James, love, it’s alright.” to calm him down officially. You leaned on Sirius in the backseat as Remus drove and James rode shotgun.

Sirius took your hand in his and rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb. “Get some sleep, Dolly.”

You closed your eyes and rested your head on Sirius’ shoulder. You really did have the best boyfriends, didn’t you?

[darkacademicvibes]

We Think Similar Thoughts

Part Two

Lonely!fem!reader x Lonely!Remus

CW: sweet!Remus, swearing, mentions of The Prank, arguments, blood, kinda protective!reader, a hint of teasing!James, fighting, also a lot of mean!Remus...

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You never say you hate anything. It's the way you were raised, but Merlin's pride did you hate them.

You send yet another disappointed scowl at the three boys, and Remus can't help the warmth that spreads through his chest. It's been two months of getting to know you, and then once he was sure he could trust you (he was sure after you went on a rant about unfair rights for magical creatures which ended with you sending vicious glares to Malfoy for the rest of the day) he told you everything. He got quieter as he went on, despite your understanding behavior. As soon as he mentioned The Prank, you were ready to go to Azkaban. You were ready to use cruciatus curse on Sirius Black, and then stand in trial and declare proudly why you had done it.

As soon as he'd told you Sirius' excuse, his reasoning, you were ready to add murder to your charge.

You started staying with him in a room hidden behind the tapestry of Billigor the Jolly instead of your dorm, much to the anger of your older brother, who sent a strongly worded letter reminding you of the prank the marauders pulled on you last year, which you promptly ignored and left on top of your trunk, a mistake you don't intend to make again after you walked in on Remus staring at the floor with his head in his hands.

He spent the next three days apologizing and though it was unnecessary, it made you smile.

Remus' hand wraps gently around your wrist, and it sends tingles up your entire arm. "Stop glaring before your face freezes that way" he murmurs. You glare harder. "I'll live with it" you huff, and it makes him laugh. The sound has you turning to him with a small smile, which he returns as soon as he stops laughing.

"Don't look, but the boys are staring" Remus sighs. Sympathy curls along your shoulders, and you huff, standing up and making your way over to the marauders. Remus watches you walk, curious.

"Either stop staring or come sit with us" you state plainly, and Remus frowns from your table. Sirius moves to stand up and you point at him, "not you, Remus doesn't need you, he doesn't need anyone who uses his insecurities as some sort of sick personal gain" you snap before turning on James and Peter. "If you come sit with us, you cannot speak of what happened, you shut up and study, or you apologize and make normal conversation, like normal people. Talk about the weather for goodness sake" you make your way back to your table and Remus welcomes you back with a gentle smile.

"What was that about?" He murmurs as you both watch Sirius pack up James and Peters bags, Peter argues, but James allows it easily, tidying up his essay papers. "It's okay, Rem, just wait" James stands up and makes his way over, but Peter stays sitting with Sirius.

"Hey, can I sit?" Remus sends an unsure look your way when you smile and shuffle closer to Remus to make room for James. "Thanks, I'm James, it's nice to meet you" he introduces himself to you "officially" he adds. You nod, "y/n y/l/n, nice to meet you" Remus shuffles and his knee knocks yours gently. "Officially" you tack on jokingly, and his shoulders relax a little as he let's out a small laugh.

"Moon- uh, Remus?" Amber eyes meet hazel ones, and James smiles weakly. "I'm sorry, I know we shouldn't have forgiven Sirius so easily" he admits, and Remus' hand rests gently on your knee. "It's okay, Prongs, I know he's like a brother to you, especially when you told him you-" Remus cuts himself off, glancing at you before looking back at him. "Y'know" he finishes, and you frown before deciding not to ask. You didn't ask about Remus' scars or why he disappears once every month and turns up in the hospital wing the next morning and he told you in his own time.

James smiles sadly, "yeah" Remus sends you a greatful smile, and sadness prickles at your palms. You're glad Remus has one of his old friends back, but what if he gets them all back and then disappears? What if he gets his friends back and suddenly has no time for you anymore? As much as you hate it, doubt manages to lodge itself in between your ribs.

You continue your alchemy essay on the pidiflud potion, which forces the drinker to say whatever is on their mind, no matter what it is. Hungry? Announced. Insecure? Announced. Busy? Announced. Disgusted? Very much announced.

Remus stops talking to James for a moment, placing his hand on your back gently as his right hand points out a few mistakes, telling you how to fix them. "Thanks" you murmur distractedly, and Remus frowns, staring at you for a long moment.

Remus leans into you, mumbling into your ear, "you okay? You're real quiet" you pause for a moment, almost dropping your quill. "M'fine, Rem, just keep talking to James" you don't mean to sound bitter, but even you can tell that you sound hurt. Remus frowns before chuckling softly, his hand slipping further around your back to dig his fingers into your side. "You want my attention?" He asks teasingly, and you shrug, nodding a little.

"Want as much as I can have before you forget about me" you sigh quietly, and he frowns. "M'not gonna forget about you, y/n, you're my friend now, that's not gonna change just cause I have James again" he assures you, but something in you whispers the opposite, and you sigh. Remus shakes his head and pulls you into his side, resting his chin on your shoulder as he returns his focus on his herbology essay. James sends you a knowing smile as you relax into Remus' side, fixing the last mistake Remus pointed out to you before continuing your essay.

James's knee bumps yours and when you look up at him, he grins cheekily, glancing down and Remus' left hand, toying with the hem of your skirt with his arm wrapped around your back, you frown, confused. Sitting like this is pretty common for the two of you, it has been ever since you found a muggle book on love languages and found that yours is physical touch while Remus' is words of affirmation.

You shrug it off and turn back to your essay, feeling a little more reassured.

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You miss Remus.

It's been twelve days and seven hours since you managed to get James to sit with the two of you (but who's counting?), and a few days later, Sirius' encouragements convinced Peter to apologize to Remus as well and now both you and Sirius have been left behind. Remus tries making time for you, but he's trying to make up for two months of missed time with two of his best friends, you can't bring yourself to be mad about it, especially when he looks so happy, but he eats with them, walks to class with them, studies with them, and he's moved back into the dorm.

The most time you've spent together over the last two weeks was in alchemy when he sat beside you before being pulled away by professor Featherton, who paired Remus up with some Ravenclaw girl, and watching them laugh together makes your stomach twist.

"You okay?" You jump and turn to face the voice, frowning when Sirius Black stands in front of you, looking tired and miserable. You turn away and start packing up your things. "I'm fine" you mutter, sending one last longing glance at the way Remus leans closer to the Ravenclaw to read over her paragraph. You scoff when she shuffles closer than necessary to ask a question, and Sirius let's out a small laugh. Remus glances over just as Sirius helps you tidy up, frowning when he sees the way you pause before hesitantly allowing him to help you.

"Thanks for caring about Remus, I know it's one of the easiest things in the world, but I'm still glad he has you" Sirius admits as you finish packing your bag, handing you the last essay. You take it with a sigh, holding it close to your chest. "When he wants me, I'm here. Just like I am for everyone else" you smile sadly, and Remus tenses as he hears you. Did you really think you would have to write him first if you wanted to stay in contact? Did you actually believe he was like your other 'friends'? The thought makes bile rise in his throat.

It gets worse when he hears Sirius comfort you.

"I'm sure he's just catching up with the guys, I see the way he is with you, he really cares" Sirius smiles and steps back. "I know I'm not someone you wanna a be around, anyway, so I'll go. But if you ever need anything, feel free to ask. I owe you, even if it wasn't for anyone else" Remus stands up, making his way over to you and tossing an arm around your shoulders.

"Oi, bugger off, yeah? She doesn't want you around" Remus snaps, and you frown. "Remus, I know you're mad at him but he was just helping me out" you huff, pushing his arm off of your shoulders, as soon as his arm falls to his side, you regret it.

"I'm not defending him, but he was just trying to be nice," you add on, and Remus scowls, crossing his arms. "Yeah, bein' nice, that's how he gets girls into his bed just so he can ditch them after." Remus glares at his old friend, and Sirius looks away, ashamed.

"Remus!" You hiss, shocked at his words. The way he said it sounded like he was accusing you of something, and you almost flinched. "Pump and dump, right Pads?" The way Remus spits out the familiar nickname has Sirius clenching his jaw, both anger and guilt forcing their way down his throat.

"Y'know. One and done, love it and leave it, nut and bolt, hit it and quit it, smash and dash" Remus snaps, "whatever you call it, it's still Sirius' specialty, ain't that right, Black?" He asks. It's rhetorical, but Sirius nods once anyway, refusing to look at either of you.

"Remus!" You stare at the - usually - sweet boy, astounded, and disappointed. Remus turns to you, anger flaring in his amber eyes. "What? I'm just saying what we're all thinking. Sirius Black is a whore, nothing new about it" he snaps, and your jaw drops. "Anything to disappoint his family, not that he needs any help with that" Remus growls out.

Sirius delivers the first punch.

"Fuck you, Remus." Sirius snaps back. You gasp and take a step forwards. "Stop it, both of you!" You shout over their insults and threats. Remus steps towards Sirius and you place your hand on his chest to stop him, this is escalating too quickly for you to keep up.

Sirius gently pushes you back before Remus punches him in the stomach, ignoring the part of him saying it was because he touched you, Sirius staggers before punching Remus in the nose.

You try to grab Remus' arm as he stumbles, his eyes watering, but he pulls his arm out of your grip roughly, and it pushes you back.

You trip over your bag, and halfway down, you feel something, and then everything goes black as you briefly hear the two boys fighting.

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"-all your fault" someone snaps.

"I know, believe me, I know" another answers, voice cracking.

"If you'd just-"

"James, he knows! Get off his back, it was my fault, really"

"No, it wasn't, I pushed her. I should have noticed"

"No, I hit you first, she was trying to stop it, just blame me"

"Great fucking godric! It was both of your faults, now shut the hell up and get over here, she's waking up"

You huff and slowly, open your eyes. The stupid hospital wing ceiling stares back at you, reminding you of the familiar phantom pain the marauders caused so long ago.

Your head pounds and you close your eyes again. Someone takes your hand and you glance at them, pulling your hand out of Sirius Blacks. "What happened?" You sit up. Remus tries pushing you back down gently, but you swat away his hand and look at the four boys surrounding you. You decide to turn to Peter.

"Peter?" He nods and steps forwards, sitting on the edge of your hospital wing bed and explaining what happened when you hit your head.

"I'm so sorry" Sirius mumbles as you lift your hand to brush over the cut on your head, you wince at the pressure and James hands you a small mirror. You thank him and look into it. There's a thin cut along your temple, curling slightly, and surrounded by a harsh yellow and purple bruise. You sigh and place the mirror down, making to stand up. Sirius tries to stop you but you bat his hand away too.

"Quit it you two, I'm fine" you huff, standing easily, despite the pounding in your head. You knew getting between two people fighting was stupid, but you didn't want either of them getting hurt.

You glance at Remus and Sirius, noticing Sirius' bloody knuckles and black eye, and the blood staining Remus' shirt, some left over dried blood just under his nose, his own knuckles bruised to all hell.

"You idiots" you huff, rolling your eyes. "I swear on James' life, if you ever fight each other again I'll whack you both around the head." James sends you his best what-the-fuck-am-i-included-for look and you shrug silently, grabbing the familiar jumper off of the chair beside your bed, and pulling it on, wincing when it brushes your temple. Peter huffs and steps towards you, tipping your head up to look at him, and turning it to the side. "That's my work you're bein' so careless of" he huffs. You'd forgotten he offered to help Madam Pomfrey when she first arrived as the new healer.

"Sorry Pete" you sigh, looking up at the boy. He smiles down at you, his shaggy dark blonde hair starting to fall into his eyes. "You've not messed the tape up, but be careful, Remus said you don't want magical healing so I've tried it the muggle way, it might scar" you shrug as he let's go of your chin, stepping back. "I'll be all cool and tough, like Rem and Sirius" you grin. Sirius pauses, frowning, before glancing down and realizing what you mean. The nasty scar on his wrist his mother gave him the first time she ever use a certain unforgivable on him, he'd fallen into the dining table and shattered an old vase. He doesn't remember much after that.

"These two are friends again" James announces, clapping his hands awkwardly after a long moment of silence, and you scoff. "Men, smack each other silly and you'll be just fine again!" You state, your voice rising a little as you roll your eyes.

Peter shares a knowing grin with James. You certainly didn't need to know that Remus and Sirius both care for you, in different ways, and for different reasons, yes. But care is still care, no matter what kind.

"Yeah, you know us men, a good punch solves a bunch of problems" James snickers.

You send him a suspicious glance and he smiles innocently at you as Sirius and Remus share an awkward smile.

"Boys are so weird" you mutter, making your way past the four boys in question. They follow after you and you allow them, waving goodbye to Pomfrey as you pass by. The boys talk quietly, catching up and making silly jokes, making sure to include you, and warmth spreads through your stomach when James tosses an arm over your shoulder and asks you to hang out with them at breakfast tomorrow morning.

"I guess" you sigh dramatically. "But if anyone throws a punch I'm just gonna watch this time" you joke weakly, but the four boys laugh, and you can't help but grin.

"Y/n? Hey, can I talk to you?" You turn around, and the boys stop as well. "Oh! Hey Corey, " you smile at your alchemy partner. "Ask away." Corey grins and steps closer, glancing nervously at the four boys with you. "Will you go out with me this weekend?"

"The fuck did you just ask her?"

[supernova351]

Lore for the main three in the dance AU!

Vash Saverem- 24

autistic, hypermobility

He has both a prosthetic arm and legs (below) That he acquired during a house fire when he was eleven, in which he also lost his mother and his sister Tessla.

Him and Nai were the only two who ended up surviving, with both of them dealing with their grief in a less than ideal way. Eventually they ended up separated. (Nai abandoned him after everything?) Vash spent two years in recovery at a hospital being cared for by his physical therapist Luida. After getting his prosthetics, he was upset thinking he wouldn’t be able to dance again. Luida helped him through his physical therapy and taught him about muscle memory. Since Vash has been doing dance since he could walk, he had all the basics and more down to muscle memory, All he had to do was adapt. Eventually Luida and ended up adopting him, but gave Vash the choice to keep his last name as Saverem instead of changing it to Leitner. During his years in university, Luida asked Vash if he would like to help her open a dance studio.

Nai Saverem-24

(autistic, hypermobility issues)

Nai was torn up after the death of Tesla (and Rem), and blamed Rem for the fire, the death of his sister, and injury of his brother. Nai got off very lightly considering everything: mainly burns and a fractured arm. Social workers came and interviewed the both of them, and Nai overheard how they would be separated as wards of the state. Because they were both eleven and stupid, Nai was ok with it because he didn’t want to be tied to the Saverem name anymore after Tesla’s death. After him and Vash got separated, Nai eventually aged out of the foster system. Eventually getting a full ride to a state university, majoring in classical music. He picked up figure skating on the recommendation of his classmate Legato. He likes it more than he’s willing to admit- it reminds him of dancing as a kid - and it’s good exercise.

Nicholas D. Wolfwood- 23

Nicholas also grew up as a foster kid, being adopted by his mother Melanie and alongside his brother Livio. Had a relatively normal childhood ignoring the few years he was a drop of water in the system and desperately protective of Livio, (the church- ok maybe it wasn’t totally normal.) He’s currently studying to become a social worker to try and do something for the kids who weren’t as lucky as him. Wolfwood used to be a violent kid, and now works out and does martial arts to calm down and be a bit more constructive with his emotions. Livio begged him to join this new dance studio and take a break to “do something fun for once damn it!” Wolfwood agrees begrudgingly.

[my-moony-and-padfoot]

Not your fault

First part of this

TW: mentions of suicide, the aftermath of an attempt. *Read the first part before this*

Wordcount: 3 500

Wolfstar raises Harry AU, modern and non magical

What had meant to be a few days turned into a few weeks. After the few days that he was meant to be discharged home, he wasn't. Instead of being discharged, he was admitted to a psych ward, as they thought he wasn't stable enough to be discharged yet.

And Sirius agreed in a way, he knew he wasn't in a good place right now, and being home probably wouldn't be a good idea. But he wanted to be at home so desperately, even though somewhere in the back of his mind he knew it's not a good idea.

When he was alone again in the dull hospital room, he called Remus, who still thought he was going to be able to come home tomorrow. “Hi, love.” Remus answered, he sounded like he was smiling, and Sirius already felt bad for what he was about to tell him.

“Hi.” He whispered. “I-I'm not coming home tomorrow.” He said after a few moments of silence, playing with the bandage on his arm that was holding the phone, even though he probably wasn't supposed to do that.

“Oh.” Sirius heard some shuffling around, before it got quieter in the background, most likely Remus going to a different room than where he was when Sirius called. “Why? What happened?” He asked, he sounded calm and not annoyed or upset like Sirius had thought.

“They think I'm not stable enough to go home yet.” He said quietly, trying to hold back the tears, waiting for Remus to be mad at him, even though he shouldn't have a reason to. “I'm sorry.”

“No, don't be, love. It's not your fault, it takes time, yeah?” He said, and Sirius nodded, not realizing Remus wouldn't be able to see. “How are you feeling, baby?” He asked when Sirius didn't respond.

“I don't know.” He took a sharp breath in, and breathed out slowly. “I- I don't. I don't know, rem.”

“It's okay. No, no, don't cry. It's alright, I promise. I'm not mad, or upset, no one is.”

“W-what about Harry?” Sirius asked, trying to calm his breathing down, and wipe away the tears with his shaking hands. “He thought I'd -”

“I know, baby, I know. It'll be alright, I'll explain it to him, yeah? Don't worry about it.” Remus said, hoping Sirius wouldn't work himself to the point of having a panic attack because Remus didn't really want him to be alone for that and being on the phone wouldn't be enough. “Right now you gotta calm down though, at least a bit, don't have to worry about anything, okay?”

“O-okay.” It took some time for Sirius to calm down, but eventually, he did. “H-how is he?” Sirius asked, once he was more calmed down.

“He's okay? I don't really know, he doesn't talk a lot.” Remus said, but it wasn't really unusual for Harry to be quiet so Remus didn't worry too much about it. “He refuses to sleep alone, though.”

“He's probably scared.” Sirius whispered quietly. “Scared that you're gonna go away too.” He explained, knowing because Harry did that whenever one of them was somewhere else for a night, and the other was home. Usually, it was Remus because he had work trips sometimes, and Harry didn't really understand why Moony had to go away for a few nights for work.

“Oh, of course.” Remus said, realizing what was happening, he had forgotten that habit of Harry's in all this.

“Gotta go soon, sorry.” He said, after glancing at the clock on the wall. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.” He whispered. “Talk to you soon, yeah?”

“Um, yeah. Bye.”

“Bye.”

When he was in the new room he was given, it was just about as dull as the other one, just with less hospital equipment. He could already tell he wouldn't like it. But at least he got to keep the frog stuffed animal that Harry had given him when they had visited a couple of days ago.

It was nice, it had soft green fur, and it smelled like home. He held it close to his chest, pressing his nose into the soft fur of its head, unable to hold back the tears that started falling. He just wanted to go home.

– – –

Remus dropped his phone onto the table, running his hand through his hair. It was good that Sirius was getting treatment, but he just missed him, and it was weird without him at home, especially for harry, but for Remus too. It had only been about four days that it had been just the two of them, and it was weird as Sirius was at home most of the time and they were both used to that.

Remus took some time off from work, not wanting to ask his mother to take care of Harry every day when he had work. It would be just unfair, besides he didn't want to leave Harry alone, even though he wouldn't technically be alone. But he just didn't want to leave him right now.

He tried to keep their daily routines in place and keep things fairly normal at home, but it wasn't and even harry noticed that. He was having more nightmares, he had them every night, and refused to talk about them after. For the first two nights, he had just wondered to their bedroom holding his bunny and wake Remus up. And for the last two, he refused to go to sleep in his own bed. Remus did try to get him settled into his bedroom, and to his bed, but after almost an hour of crying he gave in.

He got up from the chair, going back to the living room, where he had been before Sirius had called him. He sat down on the sofa next to harry, pausing the movie they were watching. “Just for a moment, we can finish it later.” He said, as Harry looked at him with a pout. “I have something to tell you.”

“What?” Harry asked, climbing to sit on Remus lap, who wrapped his arms around the boy.

“Remember how padfoot was supposed to come home tomorrow?” He asked, not really wanting to say the next thing, but he had to. Harry nodded, already looking sad. “The doctor said that he can't come home just yet. That he needs to get a bit better until he can come home.”

Harry started crying, leaning against Remus, hiding his face into his chest. “Oh I know, it's really unfair isn't it?” He asked, starting to play with his hair, to try to comfort him and somehow make it better. Harry nodded, more cries and sobs leaving his mouth. “But it's going to be okay, he'll come home soon. You won't even notice the time go by.”

“M-moony.” He cried, Remus just sushed him, rubbing his side, until he calmed down more and looked up at Remus, rubbing at his eyes. Remus gently pulled them away, wiping away the tears that were still falling. “B-but why?”

“You know how when you're really sick and need to stay in bed and take medicine or go to the doctor to get better?” Harry nodded slowly. “Well, it's the same thing with padfoot right now, it's just different from a flu or cold, but I know that he'll get better and come home soon.”

Remus thought that maybe giving him am example like that would make the whole situation more understandable for him. Harry nodded again, thinking for a while before asking. “Why's padfoot sick?”

Remus bit the inside of his cheek, unsure how to answer to him. “We can't always know why people get sick like that.”

“ 's it-?” Harry paused, thinking again, before asking his next question, not looking at Remus anymore. “ 's it because of me?”

“No, baby. No, it's not because of you.” He said, feeling like he might cry. “Absolutely not because of you, haz. What's going on now, it's not your fault, or mine, or Sirius'. It's no one's fault, okay?”

“Okay.” Harry nodded, and Remus smiled slightly, kissing his forehead. “Miss padfoot.” He mumbled, as he leaned back against Remus' chest.

“I know, haz. I miss pads too.” He whispered into Harry's hair. They just stayed there for a while, until Harry shifted on his lap.  “Wanna watch the rest of the movie?" Remus asked and Harry nodded, turning around so he could see the tv screen whilst staying on his lap.

– –

At first, visitors weren't allowed, for the first week, but he did get his phone back after the few first days, so now he could at least call Remus, and say goodnight to Harry. Even though it wasn't quite the same over the phone.

They both thought that it wasn't a good idea for harry to go see Sirius there, even if he'd be allowed to, but it just wouldn't be a good place for him to see Sirius in. So, when he was finally allowed visitors, it would only be Remus going, which meant that harry would have to go to Hope's for a few hours.

“Harry, we have to leave soon, have everything you need?” He asked, as he opened the door to Harry's bedroom, seeing that he had emptied his back bag to the floor. It had had a few toys and a change of clothes just in case, but now they were on the floor and Harry sitting on his bed with his bunny. “What's this now?” He asked, looking from the mess on the floor to Harry, who wasn't looking at him.

“Don't wanna go.” He said quietly, speaking more to the stuffed animal than to Remus, who kneeled on the floor, starting to pack his bag again.

“Why not, love? You love going to grandma's.” Harry just shook his head. “C'mon baby, it's only for a few hours, and I'll pick you right up, promise.”

Harry looked at Remus, as if trying to make sure he was being honest. “Pinky promise?”

“Yeah, pinky promise, haz.” He said, zipping the bag up before getting up and walking over to Harry, holding out his pinky and waiting until the boy hooked his smaller one with it. “Okay, let's go?” He nodded a little hesitantly, before taking Remus' hand that was offered to him.

Harry started crying once they got out of the car as he saw hope coming over to them on the driveway, he turned to Remus, holding his arms up, so he'd be picked up. “What's the matter, baby? Why don't you wanna go?”

Harry just shook his head, more tears spilling out. “Hey, it's okay, it's only Grandma, yeah? I'm sorry, but I really gotta run some errands, you'll have so much more fun with grandma than with me.” He thought it would be better not to tell Harry where he'd actually be going, so he wouldn't get upset over why he couldn't go. It was unfair, probably, but in the end it would be better.

“Only a few hours, haz, and we'll be back home.” He said, once Harry had calmed down enough. “You'll see moony soon, okay?”

“Okay.” Harry whispered, rubbing his eyes as he was set onto the ground. The tears didn't stop, when Remus left, but at least he wasn't so much against being with Hope when she picked him up into her arms and comforted him.

He didn't know, or at least wasn't sure, why Harry was so much against the whole thing. He should probably talk with Harry about it when they get home, but it seemed like he didn't want to tell the reason. And he definitely didn't want to force him to talk if he didn't want to because that couldn't be good either.

When he got to the hospital, a nurse showed him the way to the room Sirius was staying in before leaving him alone. He knocked on the door, smiling slightly as the door opened and Sirius threw his arms around his neck. “Hi baby.” He whispered, into Sirius' hair.

“Hi.” He whispered back, before pulling away from the hug just enough, so he could look up at Remus. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He tucked a hair strand behind his ear before kissing Sirius' forehead. They didn't spend much time away from each other, so the last almost two weeks had certainly been weird.

He took Remus' hand into his before leading him over to the bed and sitting down, with his back against the wall. Remus sat down next to him, letting their intertwined hands fall between them. Sirius leaned his head on Remus' shoulder.

“How's Harry doing?”

“He's okay, I think. He still doesn't talk a lot, and today he cried when I dropped him off at mum's.” He said, and Sirius nodded.

“How are you doing, rem?” He asked then, playing with Remus' fingers, feeling nervous for some reason. Even though he knew there was no reason to, it was Remus after all.

“I'm okay, love.” He said. “You don't need to ask that from me.” He said because it really should be him asking Sirius if he was okay and how he was doing. It should be the other way around.

“I do.” Sirius whispered. “I-i need to know rem. I need to because if you're n-not, then I don't know- I-i can't do a-anything 'cause I'm h-here and not at-”

“Shh, it's alright, calm down, baby.” He soothed, shifting, so he could look at Sirius. “You don't have to do anything, okay? It's okay, Sirius, you don't have to worry about all that right now, or about me. Should be me worrying about you.”

Sirius shook his head, looking up at Remus with tears in his eyes. “All you have to worry about now is getting better, so you can come back home with me and haz, yeah?” This time he nodded, but still, a few tears fell down and Remus just wiped them away with his thumbs, kissing Sirius' forehead.

“I don't know when -” he trailed off, not wanting to say the rest or sure how to. He didn't know when he could go home, but he wanted to know so bad, and wanted it to be soon. He just didn't want to give out empty promises that he'd be home in a certain amount of time. Or that someone told him that he'd get to go home in two weeks, and then it wouldn't happen. He just didn't want to disappoint Remus or Harry again.

“That's okay, baby, you don't have to know.” He said, caressing his cheek as Sirius looked down.

“Don't wanna disappoint.”

“You won't, and you haven't, don't worry.” Remus said, and Sirius nodded, but looked at him like he didn't believe it. “Sirius, healing takes time, and it doesn't matter how long it takes, yeah? I'm not expecting you to just be fine in a few days, no one is. I really need you to believe me, love.”

“I do.” He whispered, and Remus smiled slightly. “I'm sorry for ruining this, though.” He said, vaguely gesturing to the air between them with his hand.

“Haven't ruined a thing.”

– – –

When Sirius finally came home, Harry was more than excited. He was really clingy of Sirius, and didn't really want to be in a different room than he was in, and he still wanted to sleep in their bedroom, even though they were both home now. He just didn't want to be away from either of them, and when they asked why, he refused to talk about it.

Then when the two of them had to leave the house, and Harry had to go to Hope's, he just started crying, and saying that he didn't want to go. But still, he didn't say why when he was asked, he just cried and when they asked later about it, he refused to talk about it.

Remus and Sirius didn't really talk a lot, well, they did, not just what had been going on for the past weeks. They kind of danced around the topic, both unsure how to talk about it, but knowing that they needed to. But it was just hard.

Remus was working from home most of the time, and when he actually needed to go to his workplace, he went there while Sirius was in therapy or in other appointments.

“How was it, love?” Remus asked, once Sirius got into the car, he always asked, even though Sirius rarely talked about it, but he did sometimes. Sirius just shrugged, glancing at Remus who smiled nodding, resting his hand on Sirius' thigh once he started driving and Sirius put his on top of Remus', lacing their fingers together from top.

Harry was really quiet when they picked him up from Hope's, like oddly quiet. Because usually, he was chatty and excited when they came to get him, and drove home, but he wasn't today.

“Harry, can we have a little chat?” Sirius asked once they got home, and they had all settled into the living room. Harry looked up from where he was sitting on the floor playing with some of his toys. Sirius patted the space next to him and Remus on the sofa, and Harry nodded, getting up and walking over to them.

“Can you tell us why you don't like going to grandma's?” Remus asked, but Harry didn't answer, but just looked down. “Did something happen there?”

Harry shook his head, rubbing his eyes, as if trying to get rid of tears. “Are you sure? You know you can tell us, don't have to be scared of that, love.” Sirius said, playing with his hair to try to get Harry to look up at him. But again Harry just shook his head. “Are you scared to talk about something?” He asked, and Harry nodded, slightly. “Can you tell Padfoot what you're scared about?”

“Don' want you to go away.” He said, it was really muffled, as his head was buried into his hands, but at least he said what had probably been bothering him for the past weeks.

“Harry, we're not going anywhere. You don't need to be scared of us going away.” Remus said, glancing at Sirius, who looked about as sad as Harry did. “Are you scared because what happened to pads?”

“Were gone f-forever.” Harry cried, and Sirius pulled him closer, wrapping his arm around him and gently eased Harry's hands away from his face, wiping the tears away.

“I'm really sorry that happened, pup, but I promise me or moony are not going anywhere, we'd never leave you, okay? Never ever, don't worry about that.” Harry nodded, leaning more against Sirius, the tears still spilling out.

“Nothing will happen if you're at grandma's, or if we're not there for a few hours, we'll always come get you, yeah?” Harry nodded again, letting Remus wipe away the tears.

“Promise?” Harry asked, glancing at both of them. “Not gonna go?”

“We promise, haz.”

Later that night, when Harry had already gone to bed, agreeing to at least to try to sleep in his own room, if Remus and Sirius would stay there until he fell asleep. He also made them promise that he could come to their bedroom if he woke up. They were cuddled up in bed, only the two of them, for the first time in what felt like forever.

“Moons?” Sirius asked, not bothering to look up from where his head rested on Remus' chest. Remus hummed, running his hand through Sirius' hair. “Were you scared?” He asked quietly, hoping Remus knew what he meant, not knowing how he should start the conversation that they needed to have, but had been avoiding.

“I was.” He whispered, swallowing down the lump in his throat that came from remembering the event, he tried to forget. “I thought I was gonna lose you, baby. And I can't lose you.”

“I'm sorry, rem.”

“Don't be.”

“I just didn't know what to do, I'm so sorry.”

“I understand, don't be sorry, love.” He said, and Sirius nodded slightly, drawing shapes into Remus' chest with his finger to get something to do with his hands, and to try to stop them from shaking.

“Why're you not mad at me?" He asked, Remus paused for a moment, thinking how he should answer. Because he wasn't mad or upset with Sirius, and he wasn't sure if he was supposed to be. He just didn't see a reason why he should be.

“I just aren't, I don't think there's a reason to.” He said. “Just feel like I didn't pay enough attention to notice that you weren't doing well. Like it was my fault.” He said, continuing to run his hand through Sirius' hair, blinking away tears. “I'm sorry I didn't.”

“It's not your fault, Remus.” He said, lifting his head to look at him. “It's not your fault.” Sirius repeated, looking Remus in the eyes, and Remus nodded after a while. A tear fell down, but Sirius gently wiped it away, reaching up to give him a kiss.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” Sirius whispered back, and Remus smiled slightly, brushing a strand of hair away from Sirius' forehead. “Can we talk more tomorrow?”

“Yeah.”

Both of them jumped slightly when the door of their bedroom opened with a loud creak, but it was only Harry. He walked over to Remus' side of the bed as it was closest, and Sirius moved so there was some room for Harry between him and Remus.

AN:

I hope the timeline and my writing makes sense in this one, sorry if it doesn't. Also again sorry for any possible inaccuracies, I tried, okay?

Btw the agent who stalks my search history is probably worried from all my research for these two fics. My search history is a bit concerning right now 😅

<3

[pennkquest]

Hey PK! I'd love to hear about Midnight Cravings for your rarepair ask game ଘ(✿˵•́ ᴗ •̀˵)

Oh Aether, you better strap yourself in, 'cause this features your man (/lh).

I cannot for the life of me remember where the vision for this ship came from, but all I know is that one night, me and Lexi Moon sat in a call for hours talking about how this all starts in a Lowe's parking Lot.

The short version: Midnight Cravings refers to the pairing between Sam, Asher, and David.

No, I'm not kidding when I say this all starts in a Lowe's parking lot (/lh). In the version of canon for this pairing, "Angel" and "Baaabe" aren't present, meaning Asher and David are still roommates/living together. They're best friends who are both pining but far too scared to actually make a move one way or the other. Now, on one fateful night, Sam and Asher meet formally for the first time. Ash is leaving the store, having been there to pick something up for the apartment. As he's leaving, he spots Sam and is like "Hey, I think I know you! You're one of the vampires from the Solaire clan, right?" Meanwhile, Sam is like "...Who are you?" "Asher. Beta of the Shaw Pack." "..." "What...?" "I just… I thought you'd look… more… I don't know" "Like what~? Are you saying I don't look like a sexy lumberjack?" "That is not what I meant." But Sam's laughing, so you already know the vibes are there (/pos).

The two get to talking for a good bit in the parking lot until the lights start to go out/the store is closing for the night. Asher asks Sam if he'll need any help with his purchases, essentially offering to help unload stuff if Sam wants. Which is how Asher ends up at the residence of the southern vamp. While the two are at his place, the southern hospitality is out in full force. Sam offers Ash something to drink, the two pick up their conversation from before— which eventually drifts to David. Based on how Asher's talking about him, Sam assumes and asks if David and Asher are dating. However, Asher quickly sets the record straight, clarifying that they're friends. It's obvious that admitting that is complicated, and Asher tries to play it off as more of a joke, saying something along the lines of "Sometimes, I just wish I could forget, you know?" (About what? Yes.)

So what does Sam do? Offers to be a distraction.

It starts out tame enough. Music is put on, Sam offers to cook if Asher hasn't had anything to eat, and they're both subtly flirting with each other. Asher, wanting to be proactive, asks directly what things are going to look like between the two of them. Sam replies with something along the lines of "You tell me, Pup. I'm down for whatever you're feeling up to— Whether that's tonight or down the line."

Almost immediately after that, Asher gets a text from David. Originally, Ash had been gone to go to the store. While he's known to get distracted and such, it had been long enough that David was starting to get worried. ou can see the complicated feelings clouding Asher's face in real time, the pining, the sadness, the frustration— Sam takes the phone from Asher's hand and sets it face down. "Look at me. You get to call the shots tonight. You want out of your head? Tell me what you want." And Asher is looking. Sam texts back "Ran into a friend, don't wait up. I'll tell you tomorrow." And when Asher looks at him again, he's smiling but with an apparent, underlying sadness. "I want to forget. Please." And it's easy for Ash to fall into this because instead of dealing with all the pining and chasing after David, he's fully in the present.

Now all that right there? Night one. Consider that the appetizer to all that the ship offers/becomes later on. Sam and Asher keep up this situationship/friends with benefits-esque dynamic for awhile, enjoying the bond shared. While this is all going on, David is starting to notice the shifter's new bond with the vampire, and it's stirring up all kinds of emotions in him for obvious reasons. To try and condense some of my remaining thoughts:

You get Asher and David being pining dumbasses while Sam watches with a near constant internal sigh at them both

Down the line, Sam brings up that he really likes Asher, which is reciprocated of course. But he also points out that he can tell Asher is clearly in love with David, which Ash deflects terribly. ("Psh, what? I don't— That's not even true anymore, we're just—" "How long ya gonna stand here playing this game?")

I think Sam "Can y'all act right?" Collins is a menace. He can see David and Asher's pining from a mile away and he's seen it up close from Asher. However, David is hesitating to make a move/pursue/do anything about his feelings. So Sam's gonna have fun with that

Have I mentioned how much I adore Sam in this pairng? Because listen— You can argue it's a bit out of character, but I think Sam can be a lot "meaner" and direct than most people give him credit for (just look at Imperium, hello? /pos) Like I love chewing on Sam's demeanor for this dynamic >>>. It's not possessive because he's more than willing to share Asher. It's basically Sam/David playing a game of chicken except it's got a "Yes and?" vibe. Sam's baiting David, sending signals that "You want in on this? Show it then." Meanwhile, David's just further digging himself a hole because he absolutely wants in— Not just with Asher but Sam as well— But is convincing himself he shouldn't be there.

I will stop myself here because otherwise, I will be here forever. But I hope you enjoyed this lengthy answer, Aether!

[bozepomagaj]

Modern/College AU HC's! (Twins edition)

Nai/Knives Saverem

I plan on writing a small drabble on Rem's backstory and how she met&adopted the twins so I don't wanna spoil too much but as I mentioned, she worked as a biologist, made plenty of discoveries but then later on started focusing on rheumatology after taking the twins in. She found out after she adopted them that they both have a rare disease that barely any doctor was willing to work with, let alone give them some kind of treatment. Thankfully, Knives spent most of his life in remission, and when his symptoms did show, it was nowhere near like Vash. Vash's longest remission lasted for around 2 years. Since doctors didn't know what illness he had at first, they just stuffed him with random drugs that ended up causing other problems and illnesses in his body. I can go more into detail about the illnesses they have, but... maybe another time.

Due to all this, Knives takes meticulous care of his body. Goes to the gym regularly, makes sure to eat enough calories every day, takes supplements if needed, and has an extensive skincare routine. He has his sweet cravings, but he never indulges in them. 'Cheat days'? Never heard of them. Alcohol? He'd rather drink poison. I mean to him, it's the same.

Everyone thinks that the nickname 'Knives' came from Wolfwood, who kept calling him that because of his incredible cooking skills. In reality, it's because Knives had an affinity towards 'pretty' knives since he was a kid. A black higonokami and a trapper are his favorite possessions at the moment.

To add to the previous hc, Knives wanted to play darts so badly as a kid. He thought it would make him look cool, but Rem refused to buy him the game. So he just started throwing knives at the wall until she caved in and finally bought him the game so he'd stop making holes in her walls because she loved him. He loves playing 301 because he gets to show off how precise he can be.

Knives and Vash's shared apartment is big, but definitely not big enough to fit a grand piano, and it irks him. He bought an electric piano, but he absolutely despises it. It sounds too soulless, too shallow for him.

Cat dad? More like plant dad. That man has an insane amount of cacti in his room, their entire apartment is filled to the brim with all kinds of greenery Vash could rarely go outside as a kid due to him constantly going from hospital to hospital so plants and nature calm him down, he loves being surrounded by flowers but you can only find the cacti in his room, no other plant. Except... a singular Adam and Eve orchid next to his bed.

Surprisingly, Knives does enjoy video games. In fact, he was the one who first started playing them and got Vash into them. Anything with deep, unique plots and lots and lots of world building will have him drooling. Avid player of FF14 and a huge Zenos fan and defender. As for his favorite game, without a doubt, it's 'The Last Guardian' but he'll never admit it if you ask him.

Out of the entire friend group, the only person he actually likes is Milly, surprisingly. He knew her prior to finding out she's a part of Vash's friend group. They often went to the gym around the same times and left around the same times. It started with Milly trying to talk to him, but he'd never pay her any heed. But she continued. Hours upon hours. Every day. After some time, he finally started giving in, nodding and agreeing with what she's saying. Until they eventually started making actual conversations, giving each other tips, exchanging their favorite protein bars and their drinks. Vash was presently surprised by their friendship.

He enjoys sketching. Never actually making full-fledged art but just sketching either some type of scenery that left an impression on him or practicing dynamic poses he sees online or in fashion magazines. When he gets frustrated with his piano because it just 'doesn't sound right,' he'll plop down on hus bed, get himself a notebook, and start sketching until he gets bored of it. He wouldn't classify it as a hobby since he doesn't do it as often, but if he wanted to, he could definitely make some beautiful pieces of art.

Vash The Stampede

Plant dad #2 except he SUCKS. He has so many plants, sometimes when he's caught up with things he will completely forget to water them. He'll only notice when they wilt and he'll spend hours crying over it and feeling bad No, Knives isn't holding his laugh back when this happens, its just the allergies messing with him, he's just coughing.

Despite being incredibly ill, drumroll please... Vash has no allergies! He does have food restrictions, but hey, at least he can eat peanut butter!

Unlike his dear brother, he doesn't really watch after himself that well. Sure, he goes out on walks and spends an hour or two at the gym but dieting? Hell no, he's eating whatever he can, whenever he can.

Also, that man is as clumsy as it can get. He could be walking on a completely flat surface, and he'll still find a way to fall and hurt something.

Y'know how some people can tell when its gonna rain due to their joints hurting? Vash. Just... Vash. Everytime. But hey, at least everyone has their umbrellas always ready!

Like I mentioned with Knives, Vash loves video games! Simulators, RPG-s, point-and-click horror, anything! His favorite would definitely have to be 'Ori and the Will of the Wisps'. Loves the way it looks, and he always, and I mean always, cries when he sees Shrieks' backstory. The ending, too, makes him cry.

Also unlike Knives, he absolutely loves the multiplayer part of FF14. He'll spend hours of talking with people, making friends and just doing dumb shit.

Can't read notes for shit but will somehow make the most heart-wrenching tunes known to man when he gets ahold of his brothers piano. Knives will just stare at him, mouth agape, lowkey jealous...

Has plenty of cheesy, donut themed stuff around the house. Earrings, rings, cups with lil donuts on them, plates in the shape of a donut, shirts with donut puns, everything! This is due to Knives finally snapping and telling him to stop eating so much sugar every day. He is now allowed only 4 donuts per week.

He tends to get overwhelmed by beautiful scenery to the point of tears. Rem took them to a nearby forest once, near a stream during spring when flowers were in full bloom, and Vash ended up breaking down into tears because it was so beautiful to him.

Despite what Knives thinks, Vash doesn't always drink when he goes out. He does get drunk from time to time, but the cause of his clothes always smelling like alcohol is from constantly being on the dancefloor and bumping into people

Barely anyone knows about his condition, actually. He begged his professors not to tell anyone when he brought in the papers for the first time. As for his constant hospital visits, he'll just say he's 'unlucky' and got sick again, same goes for when he's gone for a couple of days/weeks.

That's it for now I think. If anyone has any questions or wants me to elaborate, I would absolutely love to do so🫡

[shastafirecracker]

Hello!!! I am so curious if you have any spare Trillium and Ivy lore that you’d like to share? Any backstories, character playlists, cut scenes, whatever you’d like! It’s definitely become one of my comfort fics, and it’s so well written and funny! Have a great day! 🤞🏻

Hell yeah! I just opened my original note/outline document to look through it, so here's some concepts that never made it into the final version (but could still be true!):

-[re:meryl and milly] one of the couple is trans. everyone assumes it is 6-foot deadlift-a-tree Milly, but it is of course 5'4" blow-away-in-a-stiff-wind Meryl

-Hoppered, or Hop, liaises with the May homeless population and still spends a huge amount of time on the streets, but has been a staple at the shelter for so long that the people who run the place started insisting on paying him to help them with outreach. He is usually around somewhere in his wheelchair with his backpack of supplies for specific recipients - like he takes people their prescriptions, makes sure the people with allergies get special groceries, knows exactly where to put up notices about shower and bed and job opportunities. One of the people at the shelter is the blind woman from the manga

-actual part of my notes: "livio's just like didja bang yet. didja bang yet. hey hey, nick. you fuckin. hey. and nick is like I Will Push You Out Of This Moving Car I Swear To God. but privately also thinking like, i can never admit how much ive been jerking it recently, could vash STOP carrying heavy bags of mulch around the parking lot all day, please vash i am going to die"

-Another long chunk of the notes, detailing the Saverem family dynamic: "vash explains he grew up on a farm with some ex-commune hippie parents who adopted he and knives and tried to get away from a lot of the groupthink of the commune while still imparting their ideals onto the twins. which meant homeschooling and a lot of camping, backpacking, learning to live off the land kinda stuff. alex died when the twins were really young but rem was a good single mom. but the twins always were competitive and when knives caused the accident it tore the family apart. vash was in the hospital for a really long time and ended up never going to college because of it, and knives started college but dropped out to join the group he ran with for several years. rem couldn't quite empty-nest because vash had to be home a lot for recovery and went through a long period of depression during which he slowly went back and got his GED, learned to cope with prosthetics and chronic pain, relearned loving the land, and turned from big farming projects to smaller garden projects. then rem was diagnosed with ovarian cancer which is cruel because she and alex never could conceive - why they adopted - and rem and vash had a really strong period of bonding while he healed and she died, during which she apologized for accidentally teaching the twins that productivity and purpose was everything, because really purpose isn't everything. just existing is a good in the world. existing and being kind to yourself and others. and plants that didn't "do" anything were just as precious as ones that made food or other "useful" stuff. Vash grows flowers for rem. she loved red flowers, especially geraniums. rem dies."

AGAIN I JUST WANT TO SAY, I was fuckign writing this before Stampede even got announced, so that damn apollo dodgeball of prophecy got me even with the idea of "plants that don't do anything."

-the original outline for the final showdown with Legato involved Livio, Zazie, Meryl & Milly ALL also going to the warehouse (later turned into the abandoned nightclub). It was batshit and I realized how untenable it was pretty early, and dumped everyone from the scene except the vital players (V, W, K, Legato). I also had this incredibly complicated way to justify why Legato getting arrested wouldn't just immediately get Knives also arrested? and then I realized that, duh, by far the easiest way to sidestep the issue was to just kill Legato. He dies in every canon anyway. Like why was I trying to keep him alive, lol.

-midvalley was going to be an FBI guy? ok sure

OTHER LITTLE SCENES I meant to write for the follow-up of mini-fics:

-Nick is from somewhere cold, and underestimates heat. He speaks at a burial in the summer (full suit, no tent) and ends up having heat exhaustion. doesn't know why he's so sick until Vash gets the details of his day out of him and Vash is like, good god man, here is water, go lie down, did you not grow up with constant PSAs about how not to get heat stroke? and nick's like NO you dipshit!

-Vash is from somewhere hot, and underestimates cold! An ice storm that is unreasonably strong for the area (thanks climate change!) passes through and Vash is just excited for snow like a kid at Christmas. meanwhile Nick is going feral trying to winterize a house that was never built for/intended to be winterized. Vash's joy at the snow helps remind him to see the beauty of it for a while, and that's nice, but then their power stays out for like a week and it becomes "huddle for warmth in a snowed in cabin" trope except more depressingly realistic bc it's your own damn home and you can barely live in it. :C (drawn from personal experience, ahaha... ugh)

-at some point I had meant to write them going on a trip to the beach with the girls, and/or a trip to December so Vash could meet Melanie and Nick could visit St. Michaels

anyway that's all I can think of for now! thank you so much for being a fan of my silly story! <3 <3 <3 I loved writing it and I love how much love it's gotten over time since I posted it.

[moonstruckme]

i'm obsesseeeed with dr. rem and i have a request for him if you're up for it!! <33 maybe reader gets into an "accident" (nothing serious) while working and remus finds out when he sees her in the hospital? like she didn't have time to call him and let him know so he suddenly just sees her and freaks out for a bit before realizing she's okay? thank you so muchhhh 💗

I'm obsessed with him toooo it's bad ! Thanks for requesting sweetheart <3

cw: minor head injury

doctor!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

Your eyes water, but you do your best to keep them open as the girl in scrubs points her light in each one. 

“Your pupils look alright,” she decides, clicking the light off and giving you an apologetic smile when you blink in relief. “Have you felt nauseous at any point since it’s happened? Dizzy?” 

You shake your head no to both, wincing a bit as the clear bag of ice you’re holding to the back shifts slightly. 

“That’s good.” She nods encouragingly. She seems young and somewhat green, probably one of those pesky residents Remus is always griping about. Though she’s trying to project the same seasoned calm as the other doctors and nurses moving about the A&E, there’s a quiet anxiety about her that you recognize. It’s the same one you carried during the first month at your job, the possibility of getting in some kind of trouble seeming to loom over you constantly. She’s pretty, you think, and she seems nice. Like she genuinely cares, a massive improvement over the woman at the front desk who’d given you a look so judgemental that it’d made you feel even more embarrassed for being here. “And you’re sure you didn’t lose consciousness at any point? Even for a second?”

“I don’t think so,” you say. “I mean, I would have noticed, right?” 

She squints like she’s not quite sure what to do with that, and then you perk up as a familiar rhythm gets your attention. You wouldn’t have guessed you could do it outside of your shared flat, but you pick out the sound of Remus’ footfalls a second before he comes into view. He’s striding briskly across the room, skimming something on his clipboard, and he gives the swath of curtained rooms little more than a cursory glance as he passes—until his eyes flare, snagging on you.

You raise your hand in a sorry wave. 

“What are you doing here?” he asks, doubling his pace to get to you. His attention moves to the bag of ice you’re holding to your head. “You’re hurt?”

“I bumped my head at work,” you explain with a shrug. The resident looks between you like she’s unsure if she should continue, clearly outranked by the other doctor in your little room. “It’s not bad, but my boss said I had to come here.” 

Remus’ lips tug downward, taking the ice from you and tilting your head so he can see it. “You hit your head and you didn’t call me?” 

“It’s nothing,” you promise him. “My boss just made me come in as a formality. For liability reasons, you know?” 

Remus remains uncomforted. He murmurs a quiet direction to the resident so the poor girl steps back from you. You shoot her an apologetic look as your boyfriend takes your head in both hands, prodding at the tender spot on the back. You wince, and he makes a very unprofessional cooing sound, stroking his thumb next to the nonexistent wound. 

“Doesn’t seem like nothing.” Even his dubious tone is gentled for you, the pinch of his mouth more worried than vexed. 

“It hurts,” you admit, “but only like any bruise would. It didn’t even break the skin, Rem, I’m totally fine.” 

He looks at the resident. “Any symptoms of a concussion?” 

“No,” the girl chirps nervously. You wonder that anyone could be nervous around Remus, but you suppose he is sort of like one of her bosses. “Pupils are normal, no dizziness or headaches, no reactions to light or noise, and no signs of confusion.” 

He nods, still frowny. You think he could stand to show her some appreciation, but this may not be the time to bring it up. “Alright, you can go. I’ve got this one.” 

“Thank you,” you say after her, and she flashes you a tiny smile before Remus eclipses your vision, taking your face in his hand. 

“You were fully honest, right?” he asks you sternly. “Didn’t downplay anything?” 

“I didn’t.” You summon your most placating tone, reaching up to wrap your fingers around his wrist. “I’m really fine.” You rub your thumb into his pulse point. “I’m sorry I didn’t call, everything was just moving so quickly. I wouldn’t have tried to keep it a secret or anything.” 

Remus lets out a long exhale, leaning forward so that his nose rests on your forehead. “I know you wouldn’t,” he murmurs. “But do you have any idea how scary it is to see someone you love in A&E, where you work, when you thought they were just going about their day unharmed?” 

Your heart contracts as the severity drains from his tone, replaced by a dull rawness. “I don’t.” You slide your touch up his arm to his bicep, squeezing gently. “I’m sorry. But I am unharmed, see? It’s all good.” 

He grunts fondly, kissing your forehead as he straightens. “Who drove you here?” 

“Marcus.” You’ll have to make your coworker some cookies or something as a thank-you gift, though you’re sure getting a half hour off work to chauffeur you here wasn’t an entirely unwelcome break. 

“And where is he?” 

“Back at work. He dropped me off.” 

Remus brow puckers. “He left you here?” 

“Well, it wasn’t like there was anything he could do,” you say, shrugging. You feel a bit sheepish, though you’re not sure why. 

“Still.” His jaw ticks. “Okay, I get off in less than an hour. Do you think you can sit tight until then? I’ll have someone bring you some fresh ice.” He levels your sloshy bag of ice with a disapproving look you want nothing to do with. “And did you eat lunch before your shift?”

“I’m good, thanks,” you say. “But I don’t need you to drive me home, Rem. There’s a bus stop right outside of here.” 

He scoffs. “I don’t care if you don’t have a concussion, I’m not letting you take the bus after you’ve just hit your head.” He squeezes your shoulder, thumb pressing into your collarbone. “I’ll have someone bring you a snack.” 

“It’s just a bump,” you argue, but Remus ignores you. 

“Try to leave, and I’ll be very cross with you,” he threatens as he walks away. “Cuddles are a privilege that can be revoked.” 

[turtleations]

Pink Cloudy Sky, Chapter 03 (Summarized)

Chapter 00 - 01 Chapter 02

Chapter 03 - Chance Meeting

In April 1984, REM started at the Kanagawa Dental College. This time he did not live in a dorm but in an apartment of his own, near the campus. After having failed the entrance exam twice, he now got accepted into two different universities he could chose from, the alternative having been Saitama. There was no particular reason for him to chose Kanagawa instead, except that he had a hunch he might be able to find cool rock musicians in Yokosuka, where the college was located. And the hunch turned out to be correct.

REM didn’t waste any time looking for them: Immediately after starting college, he placed an announcement looking for fellow musicians for a band in a music magazine called “PLAYER”, where an acquaintance of his worked. While he had been a bassist in his former band, he was looking firmly as a guitarist now.

Soon, he was contacted by a drummer called Komori. They met and talked, then went to a studio to play together. Later, REM found out that Komori happened to be the manager of the band SAVER TIGER at the time. Looking back, that felt like such a strange hint of destiny…

Their acquaintance, however, didn’t last long: Just a month after they met, Komori suddenly collapsed and was admitted to the hospital, where he died another month later from a subarachnoid hemorrhage. It was the first time REM came to understand just how fleeting and fragile a human life actually was.

The first band he had in college was called DOPPEL GANGER. It was a punk band playing a fusion of hard rock and punk rock. Other than his previous bands, they played only original songs, of which they made a lot.

REM met that band’s vocalist, Koga Masao, at the university festival, where Koga noticed the rock-emblem on REM’s jacket, figured that he probably had an awesome taste in music, and followed him to the toilet. Despite being somewhat weirded out by this, REM went drinking with him and they ended up forming a band together. At the time of writing the book, they are still friends.

Koga was a member of the college’s karate club. Their bassist, Tanabe, was also a member of fighting-related clubs. The band was very sportive, with a focus on hand-to-hand combat.

REM’s own contribution to this was being a member of the folk music club.

How that happened: REM went to the room for music activities and saw the list of all the bands on the wall. There was fusion, pop, blues and many other styles, but no rock music. A younger fellow student with neatly parted hair saw him stand there looking baffled and like he was about to cry and asked him what he was looking for. When REM told him, “Hard rock!”, the guy looked very sympathetic and compassionate as he informed him that no one cared for music like that, so he should better give it up.

For lack of any acceptable option, REM went to the folk song group. But when he came in, all guys already in the club had suspiciously long hair, and they soon informed the timid newcomers that they only played hard rock in this club. So obviously REM joined with enthusiasm.

With the band DOPPLE GANGER, he stayed throughout all of his time at college. They drank during their live performances; their band name was based on the legend that every person has a double somewhere on earth who is identical in every aspect – actually just one person, split in two. There is a 1/10,000 chance of ever meeting your doppelganger, but if you do, you will die. That seemed suitably dramatic for their tastes.

Anyhow, there was one more reaction to the advert in the music magazine: A band called LAFERIA had a live performance coming up and their guitarist was unable to play due to an injury, so they needed a temporary replacement. The person calling him was LAFERIA���s vocalist Shiomi, with whom REM would stay in contact for a very long time. It was the same Shiomi who later, in 1998, would help out as SAVER TIGER’s support vocalist at hide’s birthday memorial live.

REM listened to LAFERIA’s demo tape, decided that they were a good match and joined as support guitarist. The injured guitarist he was replacing was Ichiro [Note: Full name Itô Ichiro] who would later be guitarist of the pop group E.L.T. (Every Little Thing). Ichiro left LAFERIA soon after, having been invited into the band ACE, which was seen as SAVER TIGER’s little brother. And so REM joined LAFERIA for real.

In this time, REM got even more into music, writing a lot of original songs and getting used to performing on stage. As their original songs increased, so did their audience. At that time, they played about one live show per month.

At one point during those days, they were playing at a live house called PUMPKIN on Dobuita-Street. The live house had a little performance hall for an audience of about 200 people. It used to serve as an air-raid shelter, which gave it a particular structure, and was overall very typical for Yokosuka. And as they played there, the guitarist of Yokosuka’s most consistently good and popular band SAVER TIGER, hide, came to see them.

[Note: At this point REM brings up that SAVER TIGER was still called SABER TIGER at this time, the name change not happening until 1986, but for consistencies sake, he uses the final name throughout.]

REM knew SAVER TIGER, of course. In fact, they had been the second band he had gone to see after coming to Yokosuka, at a live house called ROCK CITY. Watching play them had had quite an impact on him. Even back then, hide’s brightness shone though, his talent already manifesting. And even back then, he used the word “visual” a lot, even though “Visual Kei” as a concept did not exist yet.

hide went for a visual for his band that purposefully contrasted their music: Wild, shocking looks combined with melodious hard rock. With him at the center, SAVER TIGER was without any doubt the number one band in Yokosuka. And that hide had now come to see REM’s band. REM was very excited.

They met briefly but didn’t talk much at that time. REM didn’t expect them to – to him, hide was so far beyond them that even just him coming to watch them perform left him ecstatic. He never thought they would ever be any closer than that.

There were other things on his plate then, anyway. Like the “Fake-High-School-Student” incident: LAFERIA entered and won a band contest for high-school bands, with REM being a fully established 20-years-old college student. He was only a support member at the time, so it wasn’t technically cheating, but he still breaks into cold sweat thinking about it, even though he was happy to have won and the statue of limitations has expired.

Also, there was the time when they performed at the festival of Misaki-High-School of Miura, a neighboring city of Yokosuka. LAFERIA rolled in in the sparkly Fair Lady Z car of his university friend, all wearing leather pants and make-up and looking very flashy. The other bands were wearing school uniforms. In that high-school-festival atmosphere, who can blame the teachers for being overwhelmed by their presence?

After stirring things up at that festival, they all crammed back into the sparkly silver Fair Lady Z and made their triumphant return to Yokosuka.

Meanwhile, the festival “Break Out the Rock”, that was held every year by the Yokosuka Cultural Center, was drawing near. Every rock band in the vicinity of the city that had confidence in their abilities wanted to attend. With around 1,500 spectators, it was quite a step up from their usual live houses.

Of course, LAFERIA also wanted to participate, but the whole thing was spearheaded by Yokosuka’s No. 1 rock band SAVER TIGER, and in order to get a spot, their leader hide had to pick you out. And since no member of LAFERIA was affiliated with SAVER TIGER in any way, they figured that they weren’t going to be on that list. Except that one day, hide contacted them and said, “Since LAFERIA is the most vigorous band right now, wouldn’t you like to perform at the festival as the top act?”

They didn’t need to be asked twice.

Looking at the list of the other bands that would perform, REM started to doubt that they were all just friends of hide. LAFERIA, for their part, didn’t have anything to do with any of them and yet ranked above them all. To, out of all of them, have hide’s recommendation like that filled them with a lot of happiness and pride. REM remembers how excited they all had been.

At the festival they played with abandon to a great atmosphere. The event closed, without any issue, to SAVER TIGER’s rousing performance.

The after party happened at an establishment serving local specialties that sadly no longer exists. Here, they finally really met hide, as well as his vocalist Rolly. In fact, all the SAVER TIGER members, lined up along the wall, seemed intimidatingly amazing and not quite out of this world. But now that he got to really talk to hide, who had seemed like such a distant existence before, about music and their aim as musicians and plans for the future, and got to meet him as an equal, REM was incredibly happy. They bonded over being guitarists and their love for rock music. It was the best of nights and they drank together until morning.

[REM on the left, hide in the middle. The identity of the one on the right I do not know. According to the image descripton in the book, this was in 1984, making REM and hide 20 and 19 years old respectively.]

Life moved on, however, and soon, LAFERIA’s drummer and bassist, no longer high school students, started their working life and left the band. REM and Shiomi were left to try and find a way to move forward. While REM had originally only been with them as a support member, he had since joined for real, had written plenty of songs, and managed to realize his musical goals with them. He loved the band and didn’t want to lose it.

And then Ichiro, his predecessor as LAFERIA’s guitarist, invited Shiomi to join ACE.

Shiomi was torn over this and consulted with REM, but they did not reach a conclusion. However, REM knew, deep inside, that if Shiomi wanted to go to ACE, he couldn’t stop him or argue against it. ACE was one of the best bands in Yokosuka – in fact, several of their members, including Ichiro, would later become professionals. For Shiomi, the band offered a big chance that REM didn’t want to stand in the way of. But it would leave him behind on his own.

It was in just that night that the phone of destiny rang. Literally.

REM was going out as usual, to a bar near Dobuita-Street. Suddenly, someone handed REM a phone receiver with hide at the other end of the call, which stunned him into silence. hide asked him if he wouldn’t like to join SAVER TIGER. REM was so surprised that he couldn’t give an answer right away. On the one hand, he was happy about the offer, on the other hand, the style of SAVER TIGER was quite different from LAFERIA and REM had no experience with twin guitars, having always been the only guitarist until now. So, while hide wanted to meet him right away, REM told him that he was heading out and that they should meet tomorrow. He needed time to think.

When they ended the call with the promise of meeting the next day, hide sounded a little disappointed.

REM drank at his usual bar until 3 AM, agonized over his decision and not reaching any by the time he went back to his apartment. As he walked down the pitch-black corridor towards his room, he saw, in the light of the single lightbulb, two crumbled black trash bags in front of his door, which left him quite confused. Even as he came closer, no matter what, he could only identify those objects as trash bags. It wasn’t until he had reached them that the bags turned out to be hide and SAVER TIGER’s bassist Jimmy, aka JAM, who had been drinking in the corridor while waiting for him to come home. After getting over his initial confusion, REM was actually very moved by them coming to him, and they all went into his apartment where they continued to drink together.

From what REM could put together from their story, hide had absolutely wanted to meet to him that very day, and once he put his mind to something, he took action immediately. That kind of excessive energy was typical for hide, who never stopped until what he wanted became reality. Now the three of them forgot the time and talked until morning, about music, the band, the future… It was an amazing night.

REM told them about his own music, his band’s style, his practice methods. hide and Jimmy listened attentively, then they talked about conditions and compromises. Essentially, they were willing to give REM basically anything he wanted, let him do whatever he wanted. The conditions they offered were unbelievably good! But all he asked for, in the end, was, “I want a flashier look!”

He couldn’t give them a final answer right away, though, because he needed to talk to Shiomi first. But REM, hide, and Jimmy hit it off right away and ended up going for drinks at Dobuita-Street, as they would every night.

A few days later, REM and Shiomi had their talk which ended with them deciding to disband LAFERIA and join ACE and SAVER TIGER respectively. They wished each other luck as they went their separate ways.

REM told hide and Jimmy of his decision immediately. Seeing them react with innocent, child-like joy made him happy, too. And he was convinced that he had, at last, found partners that would accompany him, not just in music, for the rest of his life.

There was one thing he never told them, though: That the decision to join SAVER TIGER had already been made the moment he came home to find those two crumbled trash bags in front of his apartment door.

His days at hide’s side started in September 1985. REM was 21 years old and in his second year of college.

Chapter 04, Part 1

[cutieparadox]

OK PERSONA OC EXPLANATION BECAUSE. YES. I FINALLY FIGURED EVERYTHING OUT. UNDER THE CUT. if you saw me struggle to add a line break no you didnt.

I keep referring to my persona ocs and acting like everyone knows who they are and what I’m talking about, so, yeah here they are.

This is an original story, so this doesn’t happen during any of the games, or have any of the canon characters, this could be an alternate timeline, maybe one where the p2 timelines never split?? That’s not super important, but it does take place in sumaru city.

Or more accurately, it takes place in Yokohama! I’ll call it Sumaru City, but all of the background shots I’ll draw are just Yokohama. So.

The main cast is all based on each persona game, so for example Asuka is persona 3, so she’s blu-themed, and she's coming to terms with the limited time she has and to stop caring about other people because of it. Nana is based on persona 2 so she’s scarlet red themed and her character development is being like “yeah horrible things have happened to me, but I can decide if I become more bitter and angry because of it, or I can become a loving and supportive person instead.”, etc, etc.

So all of these people (Asuka Iwasaki, Nana Akiteru, Mikuru Saki, Ruuna Narumi, and Oka Morishita)

are childhood friends, Oka, Asuka, and Nana being the first to meet, and then Saki and Ruuna move in and meet them after, and they become INSEPARABLE like these 5 are just a package deal. They are split up between the two schools from persona 2, but they just run to the middle point once school ends to hang out anyway.

Ok so for the actual PERSONA stuff!!

In 2022, (when this story takes place), a strange phenomenon has been happening for about 4 years.

People have noticed objects or ideas from their dreams appearing in reality, but only to them. Reflections change to their fantasy self, surroundings shifting for only a moment.

Mental illness diagnosis and hospitalization have gone up tenfold, even if the patient's family history doesn’t have any listed psychosis cases. It’s baffled scientists and other researchers for years, as there seems to be no rhyme or reason to it.

More recently, a particularly extreme set of cases has started happening all over japan. People have started suddenly going into a psychotic breakdown, speaking absolute nonsense and parading through the streets, possibly hurting other people or causing property destruction. They also end up admitting things they would NEVER admit willingly while in this trance, I have this vivid idea of a married man falling victim to this, and admitting to his wife that he never actually saw her as anything other than a friend and that he only married her to ignore the fact that he was gay and in love with his best friend. This character wouldn’t be important, just an idea of what happens.

They can not be stopped unless death or stamina runs out. Eventually, they run out of energy and collapse on the spot! Just. Crumple. These patients almost always fall into a coma and die after a month or so. When they are in that coma, their brain shuts off completely. Not even essential brain waves are active, and yet, their heart still beats?? I haven’t figured that part out uh

The apparent cause has been privately researched by two scientists by the names of Lain Hayashi and Ayaka Suzuki, as well as their assistants Ami Iwasaki and Ichiro Narumi.

Ami is Asuka’s Cousin, and Ichiro is Ruuna’s older brother and legal caretaker, as well as the owner of the house they live in. Ami lives there too, her and Ichiro have been dating since they were in school.

Both of them are super cute together. I adore them. the heterosexuals ever.

The “Lab” (I haven’t thought of a name for it, probably something like project blank) came up with the theory of the “Rem cycle” phenomenon, as well as the idea of the “inside”

Only persona users can enter the inside, so out of the research team, only Ami and Ichiro can enter it.

The inside is a HUGE towering hospital with a large labyrinthine courtyard.

I’ll talk about the courtyard first, it’s like mementos essentially. Something like..” forgotten dreams are laid to rest here” so it’s overgrown and stuff. It’s actually off to the side, so it’s like. Out of the way.

The individual dreams are separated into wards. These wards are basically pockets of whatever dream the holder is having. So, for example, if someone is having a dream where they are the Prime Minister, the dream world would be that version of japan. Or if anyone had a dream about being a princess in a Victorian castle then the ward would be that area of the world, and more particularly whatever castle they would live in. Persona users are not exempt from falling victim to this. Using my last example, one of my ocs is actually like that. She is completely aware that she is in a dream, and that her real body will die. She’s able to control everything around her because of that awareness. This is exclusive to persona users. But in most cases, at least the only case I had written which is aforementioned, they have to fuse with their shadow, therefore taking its place. I haven’t worked out all the logistics of that, so come back to me on that later. I just know that fusing causes heterochromia, with one eye being their natural color, whichever one the dominant side of their handsis, and the other being the yellow that shadows are known for. It also causes incredible power shifts that can be very physically dangerous. It doesn’t however cause any split personality tropes, because the shadow is them, so there’s no battle for control type things. Hypothetically there could be if you fuse with a shadow that is not your own, but I haven’t thought about that much.

The goal of these persona users is to kill the shadow and release the holder, or in the case of the fused people, get them to relinquish control and allow the ward to crumble and for them to return to reality.

When in the inside, persona users get their own outfits. Basically the metaverse outfits or magical girl transformations. Small colors change depending on the Ward, however.

Another interesting thing, particularly skilled persona users can bend the inside to their whims, if only in certain ways. Things like weapons appearing from thin air, floating/flying, destroying different structures,etc.

Two shadows end up joining the team as well after the rest of their awakenings. They are completely safe and stuff no like. Betrayal.

They didn’t have a name so they asked the team to name them.

Shadow A ends up asking for “the prettiest cutest loveliest name you can give me” so, she got Kokorohime MajiBaton Loveha. The ultimate KiraKira bs name. Everyone calls her Hime but she insists strangers call her by her full “legal” name, much to everyone else’s dismay.

Shadow B asked for any name that didn’t sound like that. So they got Natsuro Masa. Yay! New team members get. The two move in with Ruuna and Ami and Ichiro! Ami thought they were so cute so she was fine with it, And Ichiro was too tired to care and they had an extra room anyway. He basically just said “whatever kids have fun”

Eventually, they named the team “ dream saviors” or “YumeYumis!” I just call them the saviors in my head.

Other random stuff includes:

All of the saviors' (and Ichiro and Ami's) personas are the muses from Greek mythology! Some of these are super shallow relations but uh. Ignore that it will make sense eventually!! Here is The list of personas and how they connect to the characters are:

Ami has Erato, the muse of Love poetry. She’s like dangerously in love with Ichiro, like. Girly would put her life on the line for that man. (and it’s completely mutual dw)

Ichiro has Clio, the muse of history. Uh. He’s smart! That’s it!! I kind of didn’t have any other ideas for him I’m so sorry my baby boy.

Nana has Melpomene, the muse of tragedy and chorus. Nana has gone through some stuff. Like really. I haven’t exactly decided what. But I do know it’s some STUFF. So uh. Tragedy!

Saki has Calliope, The muse of epic poetry. Saki is a hardcore theater kid. She works for a theater troupe and is their rising star!

Asuka has Euterpe, the muse of music. She’s the headliner of a metal band. Yeah. Kinda clear there.

Oka has Polyhymnia, the muse of Hymns and sacred poetry. She’s a writer. Yet again, that’s it!!

Hime has Terpsichore, the muse of dancing. Hime's inside outfit (or what she wore for her entire life before getting pulled out of the inside) was a ballerina ensemble. Yet again, super shallow, but I feel like she would like dancing anyway.

Natsuro has Urania, the muse of astronomy! She’s space themed, but like 70’s science fiction space stuff??? You know what I meant!!

Last but not least, Ruuna has Thalia, the muse of comedy. Joking and being like, high energy is her coping mechanism. And uh. Yeah. That’s it!!

You might also be asking “why don’t Ichiro and Ami go save these people themselves” because they literally can’t!!

One, they are disallowed by Lain and Ayaka to do anything outside of looking around, and killing any random shadows walking around the hallways. They also just can’t enter the wards. The saviors are the “keys” to the wards because of fate and stuff. If the two followed behind them they could, that’s actually how they found out how they are researching the rem cycle.

Anything past any of this I don’t know. Lol.

[corditeheart]

[ 📱 — sms ] i’m in the hospital.

Txt: I'm going to need more clarification.

Txt: Have you been admitted, or are you there under arrest and waiting for the police?

Txt: If it's the second, let me know ASAP so I can send a rep from Legal. Don't talk to the cops, but don't kill them. That's more paperwork than any of us enjoy doing.

Txt: Rem? Are you alive?

[queenarahbo]

If you want me to talk about a specific point more then feel free to ask! I’m happy to answer in detail questions about my stories too!

1. I plead the fifth! 🫣 32 posted works and another 11 unposted WIP.

2. I did a character study for the first time. That was an experience and I’m proud of how it turned out. Lance is a character I have never written until that fic.

3. Pokémon Horizons strangely enough.

4. Three. Pokémon, Supernatural, and The Witcher.

5. Originshipping and Phaesporia. Though I will admit my new favorite rare pair is Steven x Lucian x Cynthia.

6. Lucian. Absolutely Lucian 💜 Most of the unpublished stories involve this goof.

7. Yes! Supernatural and The Witcher are fandoms I’ve lurked in to read but until now have never posted. As far as shippings go Phaesporia 💕

8. My passion project hasn’t been posted yet (coming 2025) but out of what HAS been posted I think Not As It Seems squeezes into first place just barely ahead of In The Stars. I project a lot onto Rui but I didn’t give the story the attention it deserves. Both will receive a rewrite next year.

9. All That Glitters! It’s a comfort piece of mine that I go back to whenever I’m feeling down. ❄️

10. Not As It Seems once more. This was the most ambitious longfic I have truly attempted and I was over the moon when it was finished.

11. Wives Tales hands down. I struggled writing it and while yea it is very short, it was very satisfying to finish.

12. Vulnerable wrote itself 😂.

13. I thought I knew the answer but I was mistaken! My shortest is Marshmallows coming in at 856 and my longest is In The Stars coming in at 25,935. Genuinely surprised!😮

14. I have a playlist on YouTube full of Pokemon piano pieces and bgm. Those were probably played the most but Pokemon GOTCHA if I have to name something with lyrics.

15. Every. Single. One. Titles my beloathed.

16. Unfortunate Rescues (Sometimes Work Out). Idk I just chuckle to myself every time I read that.

17. Silver was in a pitiful condition when Gold discovered him curled in a tight ball on the cold tile of Lance’s bathroom. -Hangover Cures (Not Needed)

18. He realized in that moment that Steven had sent him a Beldum. -Returning The Favor

19. “I need you to assure me that you’re not taking bets on who will end up the most drunk tonight. “

“No. Of course not, boss!”

“Good. I’m glad you rem-“

“We are betting on whether the director will show up in a Christmas sweater.” -Sidney and Steven during Place Your Bets

20. If Lance could keep him out of the hospital long enough to train. -Alone In Thought

21. While writing Time Keeps On Slipping I had a pretty good idea of where I wanted to go with it. While stuck on a transition I decided to switch gears and work the ending out a little more. The…direction it took wasn’t one I like to read much less write.

22. Scrivener ended up being the winner for me. Google Sheets is what I used to track my monthly challenge. Grammarly was nice as a baseline grammar checker too. I could never write by hand!

23. Being a completist for Sicktember and Whumptober. I was aiming at Fluffcember as well but I don’t think it will happen 🤷‍♀️

24. I didn’t. I immediately started the next one 😂

25. Man…I probably should do that shouldn’t I?

26. I am unfortunately a terrible artist so nope. I decided to spare the world the pain.

27. Four official ones. Sicktember, Whumptober, Fluffcember, 12 Days of Christmas.

28. Shoutout to my bestie who doesn’t use tumblr. You were the one that kept me going through this chaotic mess and encouraged the shenanigans of more than one of my characters. Love you 🥰

29. I would love to finish Holiday Spirit.

30. Oh so many plans! Stay tuned for a slow burn Originshipping fic 👀

A slightly revised version of last year's questions! Two ways to play: Reblog and have your followers send you numbers, or answer the whole list!

How many fics have you worked on since January?

What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year?

What piece of media inspired you the most? (This can be the fandom you wrote the most for, the one that spawned the most ideas, the one you thought about the most, etc.)

How many fandoms did you write for this year?

What ships captured your heart?

What characters captured your heart?

Did you write for any new fandoms or ships this year?

What fic meant the most to you to write?

What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?

What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing?

What fic was the most difficult to write?

What fic was the easiest to write?

What were your shortest and longest fics posted this year?

What were your go-to writing songs?

What was the hardest fic to title?

What's your favorite title of the year?

Share your favorite opening line

Share your favorite ending line

Share your favorite piece of dialogue

Share your funniest line

What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?

What writing programs did you use? Did you write by hand?

If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic?

How did you recharge between fics?

Did you create fanworks other than fic?

How many events did you take part in? (bangs, exchanges, ship weeks, zines, prompt memes, they all count!)

If this were an awards show, who would you thank?

What's left on your to-do list for 2024?

What would you like to write next year?