#remy's a reporter

[blackberryjambaby]

my cousin raphael is currently fighting for his life after being hit by two cars. he has multiple broken bones, a damaged liver & kidneys, & a brain bleed

every cent from this givealittle will help his whanau stay with him in waikato, which is three hours away from the family home. in lieu of money, they're also asking for prayers 🙏🌏🤎

[arcanaaa]

By the grace of our Lord God, I'm granted a paid holiday off. Time to get zooted my dudes~! 8)

[skull-ishcloud]

Do you guys also adopt characters and act like they are your children (even when they are older than you)? Or am I just weird?

I feel like someday someone will straight up look at me and say "you are just weird"

[thefoxdenrp]

The Stark Family - Reporting Genius

Sarah, Becca, Remy, Kenna, Maxine, Remi, Ethan, and Tyson

[transformativeworks]

There has been a spate of fics being plagiarized here on Tumblr recently. Do you have any advice for writers who may be the victims of a thief?

Hey elvenmother

I would love to tell you that I had some way of deterring people from thiefing... but alas.

I highly suggest taking screenshots, jotting down urls, and reporting them on tumblr (TOS violation) - keeping records and paper trails is your best option.

You can also message the person like "Hey, I found my story copy/pasted on your page, and would appreciate it if you'd take it down since it is mine."

It never gets any less frustrating though. :(

Hope this helps

~ Mod Remi

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

First Lessons

Authors note: I'm a day late (so sorry Remi), but, Happy birthday @cthulhus-curse ! Hope you enjoy the drabble!

Authors note 2.0: you all (who arent Remi) should read Chrome Hearts by @cthulhus-curse first 😁

Authors note 3: lmao well this is embarrassing, this author deleted their existence and works and also apparently didn't wanna be my friend soooo idk what to do here. Do I keep this up?? I guess I will for those that read and remember the story? Idk

Summary: Android Natasha teaches Android Wanda how to give Y/n a proper blowjob

Warnings: Reader has a penis, sexual content (blowjob)

Word count: 1653 Marvel Masterlist WandaNat Masterlist

   Normally you did your work, well, at work. But ever since you’d brought Wanda home you’d found yourself doing a bit more of it here, outside the company's guidelines and surveillance. You’d always had an at home office, used for the occasional small project, some paperwork, or even finishing up a report on your laptop. But now it was fully decked out with a state of the art computer system and monitors, various tools, android schematics, and different parts and pieces for potential upgrades. 

   Though it was nice to be able to do most things at home now, you worried you’d end up zoning out and losing track of time while toiling away on something, much like you did at work. And the mere idea of accidentally ignoring Wanda made your stomach twist. Thankfully she was a particularly curious and clingy creature, and she would happily interrupt to inquire about something, get affection from you, or go on some type of adventure.

   Tonight was not one of those nights however, as the adorable android had discovered the nature channel, and has since been firmly planted on the sofa. When you’d last checked on her she’d been watching a program on kittens, much to her delight. And you had to admit she did look really cute while infatuated with the program, so you didn’t mind her absence. What you did mind though, was the uncomfortable tightening in your pants you were beginning to feel. 

   You let out an annoyed huff as you lean back in your chair, and resign to the fact that you were now incredibly horny. As random as this was, it wasn’t unusual for you to get a boner out of nowhere. So you do what you've always done and unzip your pants, letting the bulge in your boxers have a bit more room. But before you can take things any further, a hand trails across your shoulder and you nearly jump out of your skin.

   “Sorry master, I did not mean to startle you” Natasha voices as she stands beside you, her eyes glued to your crotch

   You see where she's gazing and can’t help but smirk. It's been apparent since you brought the other android home that you had her attention, and that always made you feel good. Though you’ve yet to determine if she gives you this attention because she feels much like Wanda does or if it was solely due to her programmed settings. 

   Where Project Scarlet Witch was meant to be a walking talking Alexa, Project Black Widow was meant to be less focused on the mind and more on the body. And after getting to know Wanda and discovering her humanity, you couldn’t allow the other android to fall into Tony Starks hands, where he would run an ungodly amount of vigorous tests on her before deeming her ready for the mass market. And you just couldn’t allow that, because if she truly was just like Wanda then each of her copies would be as well. Which meant you'd be tainting her sense of wonder and curiosity, ignoring the fact was also more human than anticipated, and willingly giving her over to consumers who only saw her as a lifeless object to use and abuse as they pleased. Natasha deserved better than that. So you did much like you did with the first android, woke her up and brought her home.

   “Its ok Nat” you tell her, enjoying the way her touch feels as her hand moves to the back of your neck, her fingers 

    “Do you want my help, master?”

    You take a moment to think, because to be honest yes, you would love her help. Android or not she was gorgeous, and you know she has the programming to make you feel amazing. But at the same time, you hardly know her yet and you don’t want to take advantage of her. You want her to know she's more than what she was designed for.

   “Do you want to help?”

   She's a bit taken aback by this question. She's well aware of what she was designed for, she knows her programing. And since you are her creator she figured you would expect her to carry out those things without hesitation or question. Having a choice isn’t something she really expected. But then again knowing what she does about you, it does make sense. You are incredibly kind, and have been nothing but gentle and patient with both her and Wanda. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t understand the other androids infatuation with you.

   “Yes” she admits, “Please master, let me help you feel good?”

    You spin in your office chair to face her, “If that's what you really want, then go ahead baby”

   She ignores the way the pet name makes her feel and lowers herself to her knees in front of you, letting her hands caress your thighs as her hands move up towards the waistline of your boxers. She eagerly pulls them down, feeling herself getting even more aroused by the sight of your dick. She looks up at you through her lashes, and you have to hold back an audible groan at the sight. She continues to hold eye contact as she lowers her mouth to take the head of your cock. You hum in approval as she gently sucks, running her tongue along the underside.

   “Feels so good baby” you praise, watching her through hooded eyes as she gets accustomed to having you in her mouth

    Determined to take all of you, she relaxes her throat and lowers her head even further. Without thinking your hand flys to the back of her head to guide her until her lips are meeting your skin and she's gagging. Your first instinct is to apologize for forcing yourself down her throat but when you open your mouth only a moan escapes you

   She hums around you, letting you know she's content with this, while also causing you to twitch inside her. Spurred on by feeling this she begins to bob her head up and down at a steady pace, pulling a symphony of sounds from you in the process

   Wrapped up in each other, neither of you hear the patterning of soft footsteps making their way towards your office, or the sound of the nearly shut door creaking open, “Master, are you oka- oh.”

  She stands there, mouth agape as she takes in the scene before her. Seeing Natasha taking you down her throat has her feeling both incredibly between her legs, but also a bit jealous that the other android had been allowed to partake in this task first. When the redhead's eyes flick over to her she whimpers, which is what finally gains your attention.

   Your head turns to her, and you're filled with guilt at her finding you like this. You didn’t want to upset her, or make her think anything was different between the two of you. But then you notice the way her thighs are clenched together and how her teeth sink into her bottom lip

   “Come here princess” She quickly obliges and comes to stand right next to your office chair, “Natasha has programming you don’t, she's using it right now to take care of me. Would you like to learn how to do this too?”

   She eagerly nods, “Yes master, I want to take care of you too”

   “What do you think, baby?” you ask, looking down at Nat, “Wanna teach Wanda?”

   She nods and reaches out to take the brunette's hand, pulling her down to her knees as well. Wanda watches as the other android slows down a bit, letting her uneducated friend observe every movement of her tongue, lips and head. After a few moments of this however, you can no longer stand the slow pace. You gently shove her head back down your shaft, further and faster than her own movements and she gets the idea. She continues at the speed you set for her.

   “Fuck…just like that Natty”

   The nickname that spills from your lips has something unusual stirring within her chest, but she doesn’t have time to focus on it as her focus is solely getting you over the edge. She reaches a hand up to fondle your balls and Wanda watches in awe as your abdominal muscles tighten and a heavenly sound of pleasure leaves you.

   Natasha stays still for a moment, letting you empty everything you had into her awaiting mouth before she pulls away with an audible pop. She pants lightly as she looks up at you, not used to her systems working at such a pace but she is clearly not having any troubles

   “Did I do good, master?” she asks, clearly a bit nervous despite the way she just drained you

   You reach out and cup her face, “You did so good, baby. I haven’t felt anything like that in quite some time”

   She smiles proudly at you before her attention is taken away by Wanda tugging on her shirt sleeve, “Do you….do you think you could walk me through it my first time? Watching was helpful, but I still fear it would not be an entirely pleasurable experience for our master without some more guidance”

   “Oh you are adorable” she lets slip before she can process it, causing both of them to have cheeks as pink as the carnations growing in your garden. You don’t call either of them out on it though, you let them have their bonding moment, “I can instruct you, as long as master is alright with that”

   “Of course” you reply, looking at both of them with pure adoration. Who would have guessed that the androids you created for work projects would wind up being so much more. They truly were your partners now, robotic or not. And you couldn’t imagine life without either of them.

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[cemeteryspider]

In the Wake of Destruction: Part 1

Gambit! Remy LeBeau x Mutant! Reader

Summary: Remy leaves on his trip to Genosha, an emotional retelling of season 1 episode 5 "Remember It" from across the globe.

Trigger Warnings: Character Death, Violence, Emotional Distress, and Injury

Word Count: 1310

You let yourself relax on the couch next to Morph and let your head dangle off the back. You felt him shift next to you so you peeked open your eyes to see him, transformed into Remy making googly eyes at you and puckering his lips.

You groaned and scrunched your eyes closed once again, "Don't be a dick, Morph."

"Relax sweetie, he's gonna be just fine, he's in the one place mutants are protected in the world," He put his hand on your knee, and you huffed looking at him again.

"I know, Morph. That doesn't mean I don't worry about him," You set your head in your hands and heard loud footsteps in the hallway.

Wolverine came in, thunking Morph upside his head, "Don't make the lady more upset than she already is." 

Morph rubbed his head, shifting back to his normal form, "Alright, alright, just trying to lighten the mood."

Logan gave a small grunt, settling onto the couch next to you. "Ain't nothing light about waiting for news like this. Feels like the calm before the storm."

"Calm down, Wolvie, we were just talking about the good ol' thief," With that your eyes shifted back to the television screen where you watched live news coverage from Genosha.

When Remy told you he was leaving to go to Genosha with Rogue and Magneto you were immediately hesitant. Not because you did trust him around the auburn-headed bombshell on the jet, no you knew that ship had sailed a long time ago.

No, it was an odd feeling in your stomach. Something in you begging him not to leave, but as you racked your head thinking for a reason you couldn't find any. He told you that he needed to see that the place was really what it said it was. To ensure that it truly was a sanctuary for mutants.

You had Beast search the jet for any and all issues, you asked Magneto if there were any rising tensions in Genosha to which he replied 'Nothing out of the ordinary', you even had Scott ask Madelyne Pryor, which you did not condone them continuing to speak, yet still nothing came up.

Not a single reason you should be worried about him traveling, yet as the day approached, you still asked him to stay anyway.

"Maybe you should stay home, I'm not feeling too great, Remy," You latched onto his arm as you walked him to the landing pad.

He looked at you with a smirk, " I promise I'll be back before you know it, Chere."

Setting his bag down, he wrapped his arms around your waist and spun you in the air momentarily. When your feet hit the ground once more his lips enveloped yours in a passionate kiss.

"We do not have time for your romantic hijinks at the moment, let us go,” Magneto grunted as he stepped into the jet.

Remy glanced at you one last time, his eyes softening, "I need to see it for myself, Chere. If Genosha is really the sanctuary they claim, it could change everything for mutants. For us. I want to build a future where we don’t have to hide, where we can be safe." He kissed you softly, his touch lingering, as if trying to imprint the memory of you before he left. 

“I love you, Chere” With one last kiss he turned to get on the plane giving you a wave. The plane lifted off the ground within a couple of minutes he was gone. 

“I love you too, Remy,” You whispered into the air.

Several hours later, you were still in the same position, having barely moved except to glance occasionally at the clock. The news had been monotonously reporting about peaceful events in Genosha, but you couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

Suddenly and without warning the reporter on the ground stumbled as the building crumbled behind her. Wolverine and Morph jumped up from the couch but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the scene playing out. 

"Scott! Jean! Everyone get in here!" Someone shouted for the rest of the team, but you couldn't distinguish who. It could have even been you. 

You could only focus on the destruction on screen. The person behind the camera is running towards what might be safety. The once bright and bustling scene of Genosha was now bathed in reds and purples.

You slid from your place on the couch to the floor, hands grasping the sides of your face as you watched your friends, no, family fight the monstrous sentinels.

Your heart slid to a stop, watching one of those beasts destroy Magneto and a gaggle of children with one well-timed strike.

Whatever happened Magneto didn't get up after that attack.

Rogue charged the sentinel, with Remy not far behind on the motorcycle he procured. You knew it was him from the beautiful white suit you helped him pick out for the event and the motorcycle that he expertly wove through the crumbling streets of Genosha. 

He then used the bike to hurl Rogue off her warpath to the side.

"No, Remy, please don't do this," Your words were barely audible as Jubilee sat next to you on the floor, her hand resting on your knee. Every worst-possible-case scenario raced through your head a mile a minute.

It didn't stop Remy from running at the sentinel with all his might. Running and jumping across the broken concrete to get closer. Just close enough to...

Then in a split second, a needle-like appendage was on his side. Even though the cameraman was zoomed in as close as possible, you still couldn't see his face clearly.

Tears blurred your vision, but you quickly blinked them away, forcing yourself to bear witness to this massacre.

The appendage brought Remy close to one of its three faces, but just when you figured the fight was over it started to glow. A pinkish-purple glowed from the seams of the creature. Then in a beautiful pink nuclear-like explosion the camera cut.

Forcing the room to watch the fire covering a section of Genosha, instead of the fates of their friends.

You didn't even hear Trish Tilby's words as you curled up into a ball and continued to block the world out with your tears.

~~~

After the night was over you saw the jet landing just outside, and in a moment of weakness your legs carried you there. An ounce of hope telling you that Remy was sitting in one of the seats waiting to come home to you like he had promised.

However, when Kurt stepped out alone, you could feel the hope draining from your body.

"Meine Freundin," He said as he teleported off the jet and next to you. Still, a part of you waited for the door to open and the stairs to descend. You felt his arm sit around your shoulders.

You looked over at him, misty-eyed already, "Where is he, Kurt?"

He cast his eyes downward, "Gambit is... on the plane. Sadly he cannot come out to greet you."

"He's gone?" Your tears mixed with the light rain.

With a small sigh, he stepped in front of you, "Es tut mir so leid, freund."

“You’re wrong.”

“I am not. I am so sorry for that.”

"But he promised," You fell to your knees and allowed Kurt to kneel in front of you, taking you into his arms as sobs racked your body, "He promised."

The rain didn't stop that day. As you stayed there, embraced by Kurt's comforting presence, memories flicked through your mind. Then a thought, the life with Remy you never had, a house, and kids. You cried harder into Kurt’s shoulder; you wanted it so badly. 

The rain mingled with your tears, but within you, a spark of determination began to flicker.

[mindblowingscience]

Researchers have found an inexpensive, sustainable alternative to mechanical cooling with refrigerants in hot and arid climates, and a way to mitigate dangerous heat waves during electricity blackouts. As the planet gets hotter, the need for cool living environments is becoming more urgent. But air conditioning is a major contributor to global warming since units use potent greenhouse gases and lots of energy. The researchers set out to answer how to achieve a new benchmark in passive cooling inside naturally conditioned buildings in hot climates such as Southern California. They examined the use of roof materials that radiate heat into the cold universe, even under direct sunlight, and how to combine them with temperature-driven ventilation. These cool radiator materials and coatings are often used to stop roofs overheating. Researchers have also used them to improve heat rejection from chillers. But there is untapped potential for integrating them into architectural design more fully, so they can not only reject indoor heat to outer space in a passive way, but also drive regular and healthy air changes. “We found we could maintain air temperatures several degrees below the prevailing ambient temperature, and several degrees more below a reference ‘gold standard’ for passive cooling,” says Remy Fortin, lead author and PhD candidate at the Peter Guo-hua Fu School of Architecture at McGill University. “We did this without sacrificing healthy ventilation air changes.”

Continue Reading.

[lighthousepigeons]

Ariella: Hello? 999? I'd like to report a crime.

Operator: Go ahead.

Ariella: I accidentally raised my voice at Remi.

Operator, sighing: Miss Nash, we've talked about this.

[cera-writes]

A Bite of the Big Easy — A Remy LeBeau Vampire AU pt. 3🩸

Pairing: Remy LeBeau x F!Reader Tags: mentions of death Prompt: Reader is spending her bachelorette weekend down in New Orleans with her bridesmaids. She meets a mysterious stranger with a Cajun flair that shakes things up for her. But will it be more than what she bargained for?

The following night, the city pulsed with a nervous energy. The vibrant chaos felt tainted, the laughter on the streets edged with a tremor of fear. You, cloaked in the borrowed comfort of your fiance's oversized hoodie, paced the confines of your hotel room. The silence was broken only by the relentless tick of the clock and the gnawing dread that had taken root in your gut.

Sarah was gone. Dead. The relentless news reports hammered the truth home, a constant reminder replacing the denial that had kept you afloat for the day. Tears had dried on your cheeks, leaving a salty residue, a testament to your grief.

You were adrift, lost in a sea of unanswered questions. Fat Catz, the place where Sarah's trail went cold, beckoned with a strange allure. Maybe the bartender, or someone else who saw Sarah that night, could offer a missing piece to the puzzle.

Just as you were about to grab your key card, wallet, and phone to head out, a sharp knock on the door made you jump. Relief washed over you as you recognized the voice on the other side.

"It's Remy," a low familiar creole voice called out from the other side of the door. You were sure it was just another cop trying to get answers, but you were almost relieved and somewhat on edge that voice sounded like Remy's.

Unlike yesterday, there had been no cryptic text. You hadn't given him your number, which made his sudden appearance even more unsettling. He was either incredibly bold or desperate.

Taking a deep breath, you cautiously approached the door. "Hold on," you called out, peering through the peephole.

Remy's tall figure stood alone in the hallway. He looked tired, his usually sharp eyes clouded with something akin to worry.

Hesitation flickered across your face. You weren't sure if you were ready to confront him, to ask the questions that burned on your tongue. But the desperate need for answers outweighed your apprehension.

"It's okay," he said, his voice low and gravelly, sensing your hesitation. "Just me."

Slowly, you cracked open the door, relief battling wariness. "Remy," you breathed.

He stepped forward, his gaze holding a mixture of determination and something that looked suspiciously like…sympathy?

"Can I come in?" he asked, his voice softer than you expected.

You weren't sure what to say. But before you could answer, the relentless tick-tock of the clock echoed in the silence, a stark reminder of the time slipping away.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped aside. "Come in," you finally conceded, ushering him into the dimly lit room. "But you better have some answers."

Remy entered the room, the weight of the city's darkness clinging to him like a shroud. He closed the door softly behind him, the silence in the room thick with unspoken questions. You gestured vaguely to the only chair, your gaze flitting between him and the doorway as if expecting someone else to burst in.

"Alright, Remy," you began, your voice tight with a mixture of grief and suspicion. "Answers. Now."

Remy sighed, a deep rumble that seemed to shake the room ever so slightly. He ran a hand through his dark hair, his movements betraying a weariness that went beyond lack of sleep.

"What I'm about to tell you," he began, his voice low and serious, "might sound crazy. But Sarah...she stumbled upon something she shouldn't have."

He paused, his gaze searching your face. You held his stare, a knot of dread tightening in your stomach.

"There are things in this city," he continued, his voice barely a whisper, "things that lurk in the shadows. Creatures of the night that exist only in legends."

He stopped again, gauging your reaction. You scoffed, a nervous laugh escaping your lips.

"Vampires?" you asked, the word tasting foreign on your tongue. "Are you serious, Remy? This is New Orleans, yes. But those are just legends, right? I mean, this isn't some Anne Rice novel, surely."

Remy's face remained impassive, but a flicker of something akin to sadness danced in his eyes.

"I wish it were a story," he said, his voice grave. "But it's very real, chere. And Sarah, bless her soul, she saw somethin' she shouldn't have."

He reached into his leather coat pocket and pulled out a small, black leather-bound book. It was worn and dusty, the edges frayed with age. He placed it on the coffee table in front of you.

"This," he said, his voice barely above a murmur, "is a grimoire. A book of forbidden knowledge. It contains details about the creatures that haunt this city, the ones who operate under the cloak of night."

Hesitantly, you reached out and picked up the book. It felt surprisingly warm in your hands, and as you flipped through the yellowed pages, a shiver ran down your spine. The text was written in a language you didn't recognize, yet somehow, you understood the chilling illustrations that depicted creatures with fangs and glowing eyes. Eyes like... Remy's.

Remy watched you, his expression unreadable.

"How do you know about this?" you finally asked, your voice barely a whisper.

Remy closed his eyes, a pained expression crossing his face. When he opened them again, they held a depth of weariness that spoke of a long and heavy past.

"Cause, unfortunately," he said, his voice barely audible, "I'm not entirely human."

The air crackled with unspoken truths. You stared at him, your mind reeling. The cryptic warnings, his intense gaze, it all clicked into place.

"You're..." you stammered, the word sticking in your throat.

Remy nodded, a flicker of sadness crossing his features. "Yes," he whispered. "And I know what happened to Sarah. But to explain that, you need to believe me first."

You looked down at the open grimoire in your lap, the strange symbols blurring before your eyes. A part of you still clung to disbelief, to the familiar world you thought you knew. But another, deeper part, a sliver of cold dread, whispered the truth.

In the city that never sleeps, the shadows held secrets far more terrifying than you could have ever imagined. And Remy, with his haunted eyes and hidden past, was your only guide into this terrifying new world.

Your world tilted on its axis. The grimoire felt heavy in your lap, the arcane symbols burning into your vision like brands. Remy's confession hung in the air, thick with a truth you desperately wanted to deny. Vampires. In your hotel room. In New Orleans, a city steeped in folklore, the line between myth and reality had just blurred beyond recognition.

"How?" you finally choked out, your voice barely a whisper. How could everything you knew be so wrong? "How can you be...?"

Remy studied you, his expression filled with a melancholic understanding. "It's a long story," he admitted. "But right now, we need to focus on Sarah."

He reached into his pocket, his movements deliberate. "This might explain why she was targeted." He placed a folded piece of paper on the table in front of the grimoire.

Unfolding it with trembling hands, you gasped. It was a photo, a grainy snapshot from a security camera. Sarah's face, bright and carefree, stared back at you. But it wasn't the face that sent a fresh wave of terror crashing over you. It was what she was wearing.

The same delicate antique locket hung around her neck, its surface etched with swirling patterns that vaguely resembled the symbols in the grimoire. The one she'd always worn, the one you never questioned because it was something she'd always worn with every outfit.

"That locket," Remy explained, his voice a low rumble. "You never mentioned it."

"I- I didn't think I needed to..." your voice was low in answer to Remy.

Panic clawed at your throat. "It was hers," you managed, your voice barely above a whisper. "She always had it on even before we came to New Orleans."

Remy's gaze narrowed. A long silence stretched between you, broken only by the frantic pounding of your heart.

"That changes everything," he finally said, his voice grave. "The Rue Morgue. They're a powerful coven, a guild of Vampires that hide in the underbelly of the Big Easy, and the sheer power within that locket, is something they were willing to kill for. And somehow, Sarah had it all along."

A cold dread settled in your stomach. "The locket…" you breathed, the question hanging heavy in the air.

"The locket," Remy confirmed, his eyes hardening, "is the key. The symbols… they match an ancient prophecy described in the grimoire. A prophecy of a powerful artifact that could break the veil between the human and supernatural worlds."

He ran a hand through his hair, the weariness etched on his face deepening. "The Rue Morgue believes this artifact will allow em' to walk in the sun – to shed their nocturnal constraints and dominate the human race. New Orleans would be the first to fall. They'd stop at nothin' to turn every human into a blood bag, strengthening their numbers as they grew more powerful."

His jaw clenched. "Last night, I tracked em' down to one of their hideouts, but I was too late to save Sarah."

The image of Sarah flashed in your mind, vibrant and full of life, and a surge of anger mingled with the terror. "So they killed her…" you whispered, the words sharp with accusation. "All for a damn locket."

Remy nodded his head, his gaze filled with a haunted sadness. "They silenced her. She wouldn't give them the locket, wouldn't be a part of their twisted plan. So..." he sighed, "yeah, she died cause of it."

He held your gaze, his voice firm.

The room seemed to shrink, the air thick with unspoken questions and a terrifying new reality. Sarah's locket, a seemingly innocuous pendant, was now the fulcrum of a world-ending prophecy. You squeezed your eyes shut, desperately searching for any clue Sarah might have left behind, any hint to unravel the mystery and fight back against the shadows that threatened to engulf the city. Or maybe it was just a twisted fate, a seemingly innocent piece of jewelry that had been handed down in her family for generations, unbeknownst to the wearer of the power it was capable of.

"There's one more thing we have to do. Destroy this," Remy held up the powerful trinket, the necklace glimmering under the moonlight spilling through the blinds.

"Destroy it?" you echoed, the words tasting foreign on your tongue. The idea of destroying something so personal to Sarah felt wrong, yet the weight of Remy's urgency settled in your gut like a lead weight.

"Yes—and fast," Remy explained, his voice low and serious. "The symbols etched on it, they amplify magical power. In the wrong hands, it could be used to fuel unimaginable destruction. The faster we find a way to destroy it, the better."

He gestured towards the grimoire, its pages now spread open to a specific section. "This book," he continued, "mentions ways to disrupt the flow of magical energy. Ways to…neutralize an object like this locket."

A sliver of hope flickered within you. A way to stop them, to honor Sarah's memory. But even with Remy's cryptic explanation, a million questions swirled in your mind.

"What exactly do we need to do?" you asked, a newfound determination hardening your voice.

Remy closed the grimoire with a snap, his gaze flickering towards the window. "First, we need time. Time to decipher the ritual, to gather the necessary components."

He paused, his voice tinged with a touch of concern.

"Speaking of time, where are your friends? Surely they didn't leave you hangin' after what happened to Sarah."

You hesitated, the weight of their panicked departure a bitter pill to swallow. "They...they flew back home this morning," you finally admitted, a flicker of shame creeping into your cheeks.

Remy raised an eyebrow, a wry smile playing on his lips. "Seems they weren't cut out for the supernatural."

There was a hint of judgment in his voice, but you couldn't blame him. You, too, had considered cutting your losses and running. But a fierce loyalty to Sarah, a need for answers, had kept you rooted in the face of the unknown.

Taking a deep breath, you met his gaze. "Maybe not," you conceded. "But I am. And I'm not leaving until we find a way to stop this. For Sarah. I owe her that much."

Remy studied you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, a slow nod. "Alright," he said finally. "Looks like we're in this together."

The weight of the task before you was daunting, but with Remy by your side, a sense of purpose ignited within you. Sarah wouldn't have given up, and neither would you. The fate of the city, perhaps even the world, hung in the balance, and in the dimly lit hotel room, a new alliance was forged, fueled by grief, determination, and a desperate hope to rewrite the deadly prophecy.

A flicker of a grim smile touched his lips as he swept the grimoire off the table and tucked it under his arm. "Then let's get to work," he said, his voice hardening with resolve. "We have a prophecy to disrupt and a very powerful locket to neutralize."

[viperixsworld]

mutant file (logan howlett x fem!oc)

name: michaela isabella fiore

alias: natura

day of birth: june 22nd, 1968 (32 in X Men 1)

height: 5'6

category: mutant (alpha level)

abilities: chlorokinesis, toxikinesis, toxic immunity, genius

residence: xavier school for gifted youngsters

occupation: doctor and biology teacher

affliction: x-men (since 1990)

state: alive

history

"early life"

Michaela Isabella Fiore, born on 22 June 1968, daughter of Paul and Francesca Fiore in the borough of Brooklyn, New York. Both are children of first-generation Italian immigrants to the United States. Working class, they ran a flower shop in North Brooklyn. Currently retired.

The first mutant gene samples are demonstrated in a biology class during primary school. According to the teacher's reports, during an experiment where students were asked to grow a bean in a beaker, Fiore's plant grew "abnormally". Other school reports state that, during high school, girls who were picking on Michaela reported to the teacher that Fiore had planted manure in her lockers. It was never proven.

Michaela continued her studies and was awarded one of the Xavier Scholarships for Gifted and Talented Youth at New York University, where she graduated with a major in Botanical Biology and Toxicology and a minor in Genetics,where she met Sara Kinney. She later obtained her PhD at Oxford, with a thesis on assisted mutation in various plants for medical purposes.

"xavier school for gifted youngsters and X Men"

Since her doctorate at Oxford in 1990, Michaela Fiore has been a registered biology teacher at Xavier School for gifted youngsters. She is also a member of the X Men team, along with Scott Summer alias Cyclops, Jean Grey alias Marvel Girl, Ororo Munroe alias Storm, Kurt Wagner alias Nightclawer and Hank McCoy alias Beast.

However, Fiore's work is more oriented towards laboratory work and the development of new ways to treat the injured mutants who come to the school.

Some field missions are recorded. Despite little hand-to-hand training, Fiore's skills allow her to get the upper hand in a ranged fight.

During the 2000s, the X Men had several clashes with the notorious ex-terrorist Magneto and his Brotherhood of Mutants. As well as battles against the government against the Mutant Registration Act and the "Mutation Cure". Both Dr. Fiore and Dr. Grey advocated against both of these in Congress.

During this time, new members join the X-Men: Remy LeBeau aka Gambit, Anna Marie aka Rogue, Piotr "Peter" Nikolaievitch Rasputin aka Colossus, Robert Louis "Bobby" Drake aka Ice-Man, Katherine Anne "Kitty" Pryde aka Shadowcat and Logan Howlett aka Wolverine.

...

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ONE SHOTS SET AFTER DAYS OF FUTURE PAST

Currently, the X Men grouping is still unleashed by Scott Summers aka Cyclops, Ororo Munroe aka Storm and Logan Howlett aka Wolverine. Michaela Fiore does not take part in the field missions and shares the position of deputy director with Dr. Jean Grey.

The Sentinel menace was stopped in 1973 by a mutant named Mystique, who saved the president from Magneto.

currently, 2024 (nobody's dead, we're all happy and forgetting the timeline, FUCK TVA)

The school remains the same as it has been all these years, but the threats don't stop. Recently, records came in about a trafficking of mutant children being experimented on by an illegal organisation on the Mexican border.

The X Men are working on it at the moment.

character analysis

Michaela is a kind and optimistic person. Over the years she has gained more experience and control over her powers, which makes her a confident person. At first she was reluctant to be introduced to the X-Men, but her colleagues convinced her.

She spends much of her time in the underground lab at X-Mansion, alongside Jean Grey and, on occasion, Hank McCoy.

Her first encounter with Logan, aka Wolverine, was not a pleasant one. The mutant awoke from his coma (induced by the Professor) altered and confused, so he attacked Michaela and scarred her back with his claws. Michaela, in response, put him to sleep with chloroform, until the Professor arrived.

The two slowly, slowly worked out their differences.

For their personalities clash quite a lot. Logan is a lone wolf, while Michaela is all about teamwork. But according to Cyclops, they're both equally annoying.

Despite appearances, constant bickering and "mutual hatred", there is a pact of respect between the two. They will never say it to each other's faces, but they are very fond of each other. (Everybody knows it, except them).

now some headcannons

The X Men affectionately refer to Michaela as Mickey or Dr. Mickey.

Logan refers to her as "kid".

Mickey refers to him as "old dog".

Mickey wears a necklace with a St. James medal, a legacy from her paternal grandfather Jimmy Fiore.

Mickey doesn't know that Logan's real name is James.

The children shipped their biology teacher and the history teacher (i.e. them).

Michaela was upset after Logan's departure after fighting Magneto.

And when he left again.

And again.

He has commitment issues (no shit).

Apparently he always fixes it when he comes back.

The X Men always party when he comes back, they go to a bar a few miles from the school.

Our girl can't stand alcohol (she's given Logan endless lectures on the problems of alcohol), but on these occasions she has a margarita or two.

Bad idea.

She's a lightweight.

Very funny until she throws up.

Logan always ends up looking after her.

But not without laughing the next morning, delivering her own sermons against her.

Again, children SHIP them.

Bobby tried to lock them in a classroom. It was fun until Logan chased him all over the mansion.

Logan offers to teach Michaela how to fight.

She has improved a lot.

He always ends up in a cold shower.

Sometimes they are found in the kitchen at night, or in the greenhouse or laboratory.

Logan suffers from chronic nightmares, about his past, about Weapon X, PTSD...

Michaela is only used to little or no sleep. She lives in a mansion with hundreds of children, there must always be someone awake.

They do not normally speak at these meetings.

The next morning it's back to normal.

Michaela lives in coffee.

Logan hates coffee.

Logan always makes Michaela coffee.

They will end up together. For sure. But there are bets hanging around.

Even Magneto, in his plastic prison, asks the Professor for updates.

"Any news on...?" "Not that I know of." "For God's sake, Charles! You're a mind reader!"

ONE SHOTS

incoming...

[remyfire]

remy help, im writing my first mash fic and idk anyone who watches the show so idk who else to ask. do u know how the hell post op shifts work?? like is there a surgeon in there all the time? how long are shifts/how often do they trade off? i figure if anyone would know, itd be you (ps i love ur work and thank u <3)

This is so sweet omg and I'm excited to read your fic!! If you're comfortable when it's done, lemme know that it's posted so I can come read it :D

Honestly I do a lot of my own writing about it based on context clues rather than any firm, clear knowledge!! In my fics, I usually make the shifts around like 8 hours long, one surgeon on the midnight post-op shift because it's usually quieter, one relieves them in the morning, one relieves them in the afternoon, etc. After big pushes, I usually put two in there at a time because there's so much to monitor, but also that's what their very well-trained nurses are for. We know that there are two surgical shifts—they'll say over the loudspeaker for both surgical shifts to report to the helipad when there's a push—and also that there is a surgeon 'on call,' so I'm not sure if the surgical shift relates to post-op, relates to a surgeon being on call for those 12 hours to come scrub up if they get like just three or four casualties who come in, or what. I play pretty fast and loose with it and also smudge the edges of the scene rather than getting very specific with the details fhkdfsd

We see several scenes where during mealtimes, all of the surgeons are eating together, so I often assume that if it's slow during mealtime, they can go grab a bite as long as they're listening to be called back in if there's an emergency. But we also know that in Merchant of Korea, Charles asks BJ to close his last patient for him so Charles can go get a bite to eat before his post-op shift, which BJ points out isn't protocol, so I might be wrong about mealtimes. They get at least one day completely off medical duties because I vaguely remember someone complaining once that they had to go do something I think in post-op or surgery on their day off.

But yeah, for simplicity's sake (and often the convenience of having the Swamp occupied only by two of them oop), I usually have one in there at all times except for meals, and if there's two—say, after a really big push—then usually I have one focusing on paperwork while the other is more actively rotating among the beds. But they have so many really amazing nurses that monitor the patients much closer and just generally keep the doctors updated, then take orders based on that, so I feel like they pull a lot of weight when a doctor needs to step out for one reason or another too.

This has probably not been helpful at all. Anyone with more concrete information is welcome to weigh in because it's probably better assistance than my "I go by vibes based on what best assists my plot at the time."

[mlgmi316]

I've found a treasure trove of old fighting game manhua scans and I have become kind of obsessed with them. I'm not sure of how official they are 100% but I know the SVC Chaos one got an official english published release, so that's gotta count for something. Through reading and obsessing over them, I found out their contents can get quite bizarre. The events on this poll specifically (sans the one i made up) are from both of the Capcom vs SNK manhuas and the SVC Chaos manhua

Post-Poll Update:

Check for the post with the final answer in the Reblogs :)

[moutainrusing]

poison

Cackles and drunken laughter filled the empty, lamp-lit street as Sirius and his friends lounged about on deserted pavements and roads, chugging beer bottles and smoking cigarettes, teasing each other about meaningless nothings. They had spray paint canisters rolling about at their feet, and Sirius’s clothes were bizarrely spattered with a mixture of vibrant colours from their attempt to beautify the ancient stone buildings surrounding them. (It hadn’t worked.)

“And then,” James was laughing, spilling beer over his torn jeans, “He told me I was a useless layabout, right, but how useless am I really, ‘cause right when he said that, the dunderhead tried to step intimidatingly towards me, and tripped over the fucking beer spill I was trying to clean. Like, dude, I ain’t useless, I was literally cleaning the mess of the customers. Anyway, I got fired.”

Sirius snorted, rolling his eyes. “Old men are just stupid, innit?”

James nodded, “Uh huh, ‘specially you, you big old man.”

“Oh, fuck off, just ‘cause I’m born earlier than all of you, I get bullied,” Sirius shoved James away.

Remus laughed quietly, leaning against the railing of the stairs the rest of them were sitting on while smoking his cigarette. “Wanna file a report against us?”

Sirius smirked. “Nah, who’d listen?”

“No one in this fucking town,” Remus grinned back, stubbing out his cigarette with his boot.

“Urgh, don’t remind me,” Marlene dramatically fell over Remus’s feet. “None of ‘em give a shit about nothing. We could be dying, and they’d be like, ‘yes, finally, the population has reduced.’”

“One less citizen to deal with,” Mary mockingly sneered at her.

“Oh, the youth has gone to shit, and we can’t do shit about it!” Lily sang.

“Bro,” James looked at her. “That’s some dope tune.”

“Ha!” She scoffed. “Shame my musical genius is wasted ‘cause this town can’t afford it.”

“Sing to me, then,” James propped his chin on his hand and fluttered his eyelashes at her. “Don’t let your voice go to waste.”

Lily kicked his face. Sirius doubled over laughing. “Ow,” James moaned.

Remus passed him a bottle, and James looked at him with an awe-struck expression, pressing it to his cheek. “Woah, how’d you get it so cold?”

“‘Cause he’s fucking cold, duh,” Marlene lifted her head slightly.

Peter shook his head, “I don’t understand how the word ‘cold’ now means insanely awesome, like—”

“‘Cause the youth is shiiit,” Lily yelled into his ear. He batted her away with a laugh.

Just then, a van entered the street, and slowly came to a stop in front of them. They raised their eyebrows at each other, because truly, none of them would mind in the slightest if a bunch of kidnappers in ski masks rolled out and held them at gunpoint.

Although it wasn’t a bunch of kidnappers, it was just one guy stepping elegantly out of the side door, and he wasn’t wearing a ski mask, because Sirius could clearly see his smooth skin, his high cheekbones, his chiselled jawline, his crystal blue eyes, his bright blond hair—

James placed a hand beneath his jaw and closed it, muttering, “Keep it in your pants.”

Sirius scowled. He was keeping it in his pants, it’s just, in their town, no one ever had such smooth, unblemished skin, or fashionable, contemporary clothes — everyone had their scars and bruises and completely shredded jeans.

Remus snorted, and flicked a bit of cigarette ash over his hair, bending down to murmur in his ear, “Stop pouting, you’ll get smokers’ lines.”

Sirius felt a thrill run through his body, and he gave Remus a cheeky chin, plucking the cigarette from his fingers. He took a drag, and breathed smoke over Remus’s lips. “We’ll get smokers’ lines even without pouting, Remy. What’re we doing right now?”

Remus took the cigarette back. “Making the most of our wrinkle-less faces,” he smirked, blowing even more smoke back at Sirius.

Sirius laughed. Then he noticed the man having stopped in front of them in his periphery, and he turned away.

Lily had narrowed her eyes at the man, and snapped, “What d’you want?”

He laughed; it was cold, and jarring, and sent chills down Sirius’s spine. It was a complete contrast to the warm, exhilarating tingles Remus’s laughter gave him. “I mean no harm,” the stranger assured. “I simply noticed,” and then he looked at Sirius, “Beauty.”

Sirius felt blood rush to his cheeks. He pointedly looked at his scuffed trainers. What the fuck did this guy mean, that a delinquent like Sirius was beautiful?

The man continued, “I am Gellert Grindelwald. I run a modelling agency, and I’ve been looking for new faces. What would you all say to posing for me while I take some photos?”

Marlene laughed incredulously. “The hell? You want photos of a bunch of drunk, troublesome teenagers?”

“Yeah, hell no,” Mary scoffed.

Gellert coolly raised an eyebrow, which looked threaded and pencilled, not a single hair out of place, unlike all their messy, imperfect faces. “It pays well.”

And then all their eyes widened. They shared a glance between each other, a glance which said, We need the money.

James sighed, “Alright. Fine. Do what you like with us. But just one photo.”

Gellert flashed them a smile of perfectly straight, sharp, pearly white teeth. “Sure. I’ll give you all fifty each.”

Peter gaped at him. “Fifty?!”

Gellert looked unimpressed. “You’ll catch flies if you don’t close your mouth.”

Peter shut his mouth immediately, tomato-red with embarrassment. Gellert seemed to smirk at this, and he ridiculed, “You know, it’s a miracle that you’re ever able to close your mouth; just look at yourself.” He pointedly glanced at Peter’s body, which, admittedly, was on the plump side. But Sirius bristled; that was hardly a bad thing.

In fact, James and Lily both took extreme offence to this, and simultaneously rose to their feet. “Take that fucking back!” Lily yelled.

James declared, “I’ll have you know, all people are fucking beautiful! Some of my favourite are what you’d call ‘plus size’, but that doesn’t make them worth any less to me!”

Gellert waved them off, “I’m aware plus sized models can be dazzling, that’s why I’m keeping this young lad in the photo,” he pointed at Peter.

“Oh, fuck off,” Lily scoffed, throwing herself back down. “All plus sized people are beautiful, did you not fucking get that?”

Gellert rolled his eyes. “Albus,” he called to the van behind him. “Bring me my camera.”

Another man, with a dark, well-groomed beard, stepped out of the van, holding a chunky camera. He passed it to the photographer, before casting an inscrutable gaze over them and noting, “An interesting collection, Gellert.”

Gellert simply smiled, and began taking pictures.

“Woah, woah, hold on,” Sirius jumped up and marched towards him. He reached for the camera and tried to grab it from Gellert’s hand, who held it out of his reach boredly. Sirius glowered, “We said one photo.”

Gellert simply smirked, slung his camera over his shoulder, plucked the pen from Albus’s waiting palm, took the lid off with his mouth — which caused Sirius to accidentally stare a bit too long at his lips — and scribbled something on Sirius’s hand. Then he walked back to the van.

Albus’s eyes glimmered slightly, and he nodded to Sirius with an amused smile, slapping a wad of cash into his hand. “That covers all the photos.” Then he walked back to the van, and they drove off.

“Yo, Sirius,” James bounded up to him. “What’d he write?”

Sirius displayed his hand. “Seven Slytherin Green… three-thirty,” James muttered. “Huh.”

Marlene then came up and slapped them both on the shoulders. “Alright, let’s distribute that money!”

“Woah,” Peter gasped as they each received five hundred quid.

“Holy shit! We can pay the bills now! We’re not gonna get kicked out!” Lily cheered.

“The central fucking heating,” Mary added.

Remus glanced at the money in his hand with a frown, and Sirius looked at him curiously. Remus gave him a soft smile and shrugged, pocketing it. “So… going to Slytherin Green?”

Sirius shrugged. “Maybe. Probably another photoshoot, innit?”

“Yeah,” Remus nodded. “I’ll come with if you wanna go.”

“Really?” Sirius beamed, now looking forward to going simply because of Remus.

“‘Course.” The response only made Sirius beam even harder, and he grabbed Remus’s hands, forcing him to dance under orange glows, just drunk and happy and so high on the warm rush Remus gave him, these magnetic thrills flowing into Sirius’s veins from Remus’s calloused fingertips pressed into the pads of his own.

That was how, the next day, at three-thirty in the afternoon, Sirius, Remus, James and Peter found themselves standing in front of Seven Slytherin Green.

“Do we just go in?” Peter gestured to the open warehouse.

“Yes,” James stated confidently, and swaggered in first.

Sirius scoffed, because he was the one invited, so quickly, he strode in after James, matching his strut.

And… wow. The place looked so cool. There were pure, spotless white backdrops, nothing like the town’s piss-stained walls, and bright, flashing lights, making everything look new and shiny, unlike their dingy old flats, and there were state-of-the-art props (a bloody wicked motorbike!) and everything was just so modern. Stylish. Classy.

Gellert was in the centre of it all, snapping photos of two models intently.

“Hey,” Sirius called. Gellert turned around and his lips quirked up. Sirius realised he really needed to stop looking at his lips.

He didn’t talk, just took Sirius’s arm, and tugged him forward, encouragingly jerking his head towards the models as he pushed Sirius in between them. Then he took a photo.

“Ain’t that one a beauty?” He smirked, turning the camera to show Sirius.

“I—” Sirius felt pure shock. And elation. He could be a model? What?

James ambled over, peering eagerly at the photo. “Hot damn!”

Peter whistled his approval while glancing at it subtly, but Remus. Remus didn’t even take it in. He just looked at Sirius, and muttered, “Prefer the real thing.” Before Sirius could even question it, he’d gone out to take a smoke.

Fine. Be that way, Sirius thought. He couldn’t help but feel offended. Did Remus think he wasn’t pretty enough to be a model? But then he’d said he preferred the real thing, so did that mean he preferred it when Sirius was ugly? He preferred Sirius when the camera hadn’t beautified him? Did he not like the fact that Sirius could actually be something this way? Be more than some repulsive, disowned street urchin?

Sirius forced a grin, pushing aside whatever shit was going on in Remus’s brain, and looked Gellert in the eye. “Can we take more?”

“I was counting on that.”

And then Sirius was pushed in front of the pure white backdrop, and being told to pose in these alluring positions, which he had no idea he was capable of, and then James was joining in, and they were back to back, hair falling into their eyes as they looked down at their feet, oozing confidence and poise, then Peter was joining in, beaming at the camera with chubby cheeks, looking all cute and adorable.

Although Remus came in and glared at this, muttering something about, “Stereotypes. Just ‘cause he’s chubby doesn’t mean he can’t be cool and confident.”

Gellert didn’t even look at him. “I know what sells. You would sell too. Wanna join your friends?”

Remus’s lip curled up into a sneer. “No. I’ll be out there waiting until it’s time to leave this shithole.”

Sirius gaped at him. This place wasn’t a shithole. It was the fucking opposite. Maybe Remus was just hungover and grumpy? But Sirius could always make him smile even if that were the case.

Gellert tapped his chin thoughtfully, turning to look at Remus’s back. “A shame. You think it’s possible to convince him?”

Sirius jumped at the chance. “Yeah,” then he chased after Remus, leaning against the side of the warehouse with him.

“Are you okay?” He asked carefully, gently nudging Remus’s shoe with his own.

“Spiffing.”

Sirius burst out laughing. Remus looked at him, and something seemed to be dancing in his eyes, making them light up.

“No, really,” Sirius caught his breath, “What’s wrong?”

“I dunno. Everything just… feels wrong.”

“I think everything feels very right, actually. You’re here with me, so everything has to be right.”

“Right,” Remus drawled, looking away.

That wouldn’t do. Sirius wanted Remus to look at him. “Hey,” he whispered. “Gellert thinks you’d make a good model too.”

“I don’t really care what that codger thinks.”

“He’s not that bad.”

“You’re blinded by your insatiable libido.”

Sirius flushed. “He’s hot, okay?” He tried to joke, “I dunno how you’re resisting his charms.”

Remus scoffed slightly. “It’s pretty easy, actually.”

Sirius tried making him grin, “You’re just talented.” It didn’t work. Sirius felt unbearably disappointed.

So he tried to get to the root of the problem, “How does… the modelling business make you feel?”

Remus stared at him, cold and detached. “Wrong.”

But it made Sirius feel right. He felt something drop inside his chest, like the pieces of his life had been taken away, because that was what Remus, James and Peter were to him, and if Remus didn’t feel right with them, then what was Sirius supposed to do? He just nodded quietly, and went back inside, throwing himself to the cameras and lights.

A couple more days, and he found himself in his own dressing room, with people milling about him, spraying his hair in place with a ton of anti-frizz product, making his eyes pop with heavy eye shadow, dressing him up in tight, form-fitting clothes. It was rich and it was gorgeous. Then he stood in front of the cameras, where he could make out with other models for as long as he pleased because it was literally his job.

To be sexy. And if he hadn’t talked to Remus in a while, then it was fine. James and Peter were still here. In fact, Peter had been getting close to this other model, Tom Riddle, and it looked like he’d made a good friend. Because that’s what life was about. Living glamorously with the people you love. And if Remus didn’t want to do that… Sirius might cry. But that would ruin his mascara.

So he turned to the model he was supposed to snog for their photoshoot, and captured her lips in his own while Gellert snapped pictures in a frenzy.

Next week, there was a gala. And they were all practically shitting themselves. Because guess what this meant?

Peter squealed, “Holy shit, we’re part of like, the celebrities!”

“We’re with the other models,” James grinned with bright eyes. “We’re like, the real deal.”

Sirius smiled softly. “We can invite plus ones,” he said, almost to himself.

“I’m inviting Lily! Albus and Gellert would probably love to recruit her.”

But the only person on Sirius’s mind was Remus. “Do you think Remus would come?” He asked quietly, as if asking any louder would cause Remus to yell at him in a resolute ‘NO’.

Peter shrugged, while James replied slowly, “Text him anyway. Just to see.”

So Sirius texted him. It was weird, because even through a phone screen, Sirius’s skin was tingling and his head felt slightly light and his hands were minutely trembling, a little sweaty at the fingertips. He just felt extremely nervous. And then he felt everything crash when Remus left it on read. So he asked Marlene while Peter asked Mary.

The gala took place in a huge museum-like ballroom, with photos of all the models up on display, and Sirius was laughing with guests, buyers, and fellow models as they drank from champagne flutes and danced in their elegant suits and gowns. The place was brightly lit, not allowing anyone to be hidden, to show off their utter perfection.

Sirius was chatting to Gellert and Albus, complimenting them with all the charm he could muster, then he was flirting with other models, placing touches here, there, everywhere, but then he froze. He backed away, and moved towards the door. Because Remus just stormed in, completely contrasting the elegance in his shredded jeans and battered boots, but for some reason, Sirius thought it was perfect.

Because he hadn’t seen him in ages, and now, all he could think was how much he missed him, in all his shambolic, messy glory. The first thing he did was pull Remus into a hug. “You came,” he hummed into the warm crook of his neck.

Remus seemed to freeze, before slowly hugging him back. But as soon as they’d hugged, he’d broken away. He turned to Gellert, and looked to be picking a fight.

But Sirius couldn’t see what they were fighting about, because Albus whisked him away. “We have people… requesting for you,” he said, as if that was something of significance.

And maybe it was. Because suddenly, Sirius was face to face with his family. And his mother was smirking at him, “So I see you decided to follow the scandalous, rich way of life even after leaving us?”

Sirius’s throat felt go dry, “No, I—”

His father raised a brow, “You do realise we are the ones who provide the money for these operations? No matter how much you try to run, if you want to be successful, you’ll always come back to us.”

“It wasn’t for you! It wasn’t for success, or money, or—”

“So what was it for, Sirius?” His brother cut him off, and Sirius saw him step out from behind their parents. “You said you had to leave to escape us, because we were dirty, filthy, manipulative scammers, and then you joined back into the business? All you get from it is success and money, so tell me, what else was it for?”

And Sirius couldn’t answer that, because Regulus looked hurt, and now Sirius was hurt, and what did he do when he was hurt?

He swivelled on his heel and pushed through the crowds, shoving away hands which were getting too close to his skin, glaring at the makeup artists trying to touch up his eyes, and watching as Remus shook his head at Gellert before leaving the way he came, and not even thinking before heading in his direction.

“No one actually likes me here, do they? I’m just a money-making sex symbol.”

Remus raised a brow. “I like you.”

And that was all Sirius needed. He began taking down all the posters of his artificial body, and throwing them at the buyers. He tore his deal with the agency. He yelled at Peter to get away from the egotistical bastard that was Tom Riddle, and Peter listened, because it wasn’t too late, and Sirius wouldn’t allow it to get to the point where Tom had wormed his way under Peter’s skin.

He told Lily and James to run off and elope and live their best lives, because all that mattered was being happy with the people you love. He interrupted Albus trying to collect Marlene and Mary. He grabbed Regulus by the wrist, and swore that they would ruin the Blacks’ corrupt business, and every little leach sucking the money from their dirty cesspool.

And after, he clutched Remus and kissed him square on the mouth. Somehow he knew that everything would sort itself out as long as he listened to the man in front of him. Or his heart. But it was basically the same thing.

[putschki1969]

「Kaji Fes」 Home-Video Release Announced!

Great news everyone! Today, after the television broadcast of Day 1 of last year's 「30th Anniversary Yuki Kajiura LIVE vol.#19 ～Kaji Fes.2023～」, it was announced that the special 2-Day event held at Nippon Budokan will be released on Blu-ray! The made-to-order BOX edition comes with benefits such as a limited T-shirt, a replica staff pass, and 48p live photo book! Side note: According to fan reports, it seems like the following five songs were cut from today's TV broadcast => fake garden, canta per me, she has to overcome her fear, I beg you and 砂塵の彼方へ….

■Product overview Title: “30th Anniversary Yuki Kajiura LIVE vol.#19 ~Kaji Fes.2023~” Release date: May 29, 2024 ▼Click here to purchase https://kajiurayuki.lnk.to/KajiFes.2023 ※So far, most links seem to be for Rakuten which does not accept overseas payment methods afaik and also does not ship overseas so foreign fans will have to use a proxy service like Buyee to make a purchase. It is worth noting though that Rakuten is offering a hefty discount! Update: The box is NOW AVAILABLE on CDJAPAN. ■Appearance Yuki Kajiura / FictionJunction <Day1: Guest artist> Aimer, Yuri Kasahara, Remi ※Revo (Sound Horizon/Linked Horizon) will not be featured. <Day2: Guest Artist> ASCA, Eri Ito, KOKIA, JUNNA, Hanae Tomaru, Hikaru, Aira Yuki (ASUKA) ■Release format

「30th Anniversary Yuki Kajiura LIVE vol.#19 ～Kaji Fes.2023～」 Limited Made-to-order Box Set　￥20,000＋tax [Contents] Blu-ray x 2 [Day1 & Day2] / replica staff pass / T-shirt [limited colour] / 48p live photo + interview book ※The Rakuten product page actually mentions a third undefined disc (most likely an audio CD) Buy here ▶ https://www.cdjapan.co.jp/product/VVXL-200 　 https://kajiurayuki.lnk.to/KajiFes.2023

「30th Anniversary Yuki Kajiura LIVE vol.#19 ～Kaji Fes.2023～」Day 1 Regular Edition ￥8,000＋tax （Blu-ray×1） Buy here ▶ https://www.cdjapan.co.jp/product/VVXL-203 https://kajiurayuki.lnk.to/KajiFes.2023

「30th Anniversary Yuki Kajiura LIVE vol.#19 ～Kaji Fes.2023～」Day 2 Regular Edition ￥8,000＋tax （Blu-ray×1） Buy here ▶ https://www.cdjapan.co.jp/product/VVXL-204 　https://kajiurayuki.lnk.to/KajiFes.2023

■「30th Anniversary Yuki Kajiura LIVE vol.#19 ～Kaji Fes.2023～」Day 1 Tracklist

fake garden

canta per me

the world

Liminality

in the land of twilight, under the moon

swordland

she has to overcome her fear

luminous sword

星屑

花守の丘

ｗe’re gonna groove

Obsession

千夜一夜

Point Zero

salva nos

花の唄

I beg you

櫂

朝が来る

My Story

Parallel Hearts

stone cold

the image theme of Xenosaga II

蒼穹のファンファーレ

■「30th Anniversary Yuki Kajiura LIVE vol.#19 ～Kaji Fes.2023～」Day 2 Tracklist

street corner

希望の光

prelude to Act 1

Numquam vincar

Magia [quattro]

storia

君の銀の庭

to the beginning

海と真珠

太陽の航路

time to sail!

The main theme of “L.O.R.D”

I talk to the rain

a song of storm and fire

ring your song

ことのほかやわらかい

夜光塗料

雲雀

君が見た夢の物語

everlasting song

世界の果て

優しい夜明け

君がいた物語

Rainbow~Main Theme~

風よ、吹け

lotus

inverse operation

目覚め

夕闇のうた

荒野流転

Silly-Go-Round

cazador del amor

nowhere

zodiacal sign

into the world

red rose

Parade