#i kid you not i have been writing this fic since last december it's been nearly an entire year
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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)
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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader
Word Count: 7.8 K
Warnings: ANGST!
Prompt: Meanwhile, on the other side of the line...
This IS a Wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.
Proofread by lovely: @aremuslupinsimp
Chapter 45: Hold the Line
Love isn’t always on time
Tuesday, December 24th
Christmas at the Potters was always a blast. Sirius had learned that when he turned 12 and got invited to their house to celebrate Christmas after he got a dreadful howler about being a disgrace for the Noble House of Black and getting detention for the prank they had done to the Slytherins.
James had overheard Sirius cry at night over the fact that he’d have to spend Christmas alone in the school and decided he had to do something about it. He wrote a letter to his Mum and Sirius got officially invited to their home for the break. Now, the Potters sent the invitation to Sirius and Sirius only, and he got on the train as if he were going home without telling anyone about it. He got another howler when Walburga found out, but it had been worth it.
He hadn’t been allowed to the Potters for Christmas next year, and he made sure to make a show out of it, wearing muggle clothes to the family dinner and acting so irreverent that Orion locked him up in his room, after giving him a scold, slashing him with diffindo, and making him write “I will behave,” over and over again with a black quill. It didn’t work, Sirius made sure to behave even worse on the New Year’s event and he got officially banned from December celebrations by Walburga.
Next year, he was back at the Potters and happier than ever before. The scars he’d gotten (already long gone) had been worth it. Since then, he’d spent Christmas with them, and every year had been better than the last. Effie was always nice to him, and even with how much she was like James, she was still motherly, especially in comparison to Walburga.
And she had treated Sirius like her own boy since they met. In fact, there was never a difference in the way neither Monty nor Effie treated the two boys, they were their kids, and they treated them as such. Sirius appreciated it deeply, he’d found love, care, and appreciation there and he considered Effie more his mom than Walburga ever was. BIood be damned, family isn’t about what’s running through your veins but about the way you care and treat each other, and if anyone was family to him, it was his brother James, and his parents Effie and Monty.
This year had been no different, from the moment they arrived at the house, the smell of Christmas filled the air. Effie had prepared cookie dough for their yearly making of gingerbread houses. It was a small competition –Effie loved competitions– but they all had to build elaborate creations (with a magical twist) and then they’d set them all on the counter and have the house elves judge and pick the best. Whoever won the contest got an extra gift on Christmas.
Sirius had won once, but Monty was always adding clever new magical things onto the houses, like last year when he made a snow globe house, with magical snow –actually sugar– that would swirl around in the air sending positive Christmas words like “Joy” and “Mirth” and even “Happy Hannukah!”, which according to him, was a muggle tradition from a different religion than the one Christmas had spawned from.
This year though, Effie’s recreation of the Big Ben, alongside the magic stars she had made float all around it had gotten the best of both Mellie and Picksie, the Potter’s house elves. And they had unanimously voted her the winner. She had been really pleased about the results, so pleased she had made a little victory dance, showing off her creation and making it the centre of the table.
Sirius saw the adoring look Monty had given her as she danced around, boasting her triumph, and he thought he’d never met a couple more loving than the two of them, but he wanted to match it, he wanted to make you feel the same way Monty made Effie felt all the time, but then he remembered Remus, and felt a pang on his chest, since he too wished he could make him as happy, which was obviously a contradicting thought to the first one.
“Darling, are you all right?” Effie asked when he noticed his frown. Sirius had relatively subtle expressions when he wanted to hide his feelings, something he had learned to do at home, the Stony Black look, but Effie knew that look well enough, and she instantly knew something was up with her boy.
Sirius turned to her with a short “Hm?” as he got driven away from his own thoughts. “Yeah, I was just thinking if she’ll like the gift I made her.”
Effie smiled softly at that, she’d been one of the people to encourage him to draw something for you, especially since she knew you’d been one of the first people he’d shown his art to. James had been very offended when he found out Remus had seen his art before he had and complained to his mother about it while they were making the gingerbread houses, which is how she’d found out.
“I know I’d love it if Monty made me a drawing, and he’s terrible at it, so I’m certain she will,” she reassured him, “If you want we can go out later and you can get her something else, though.”
Sirius shook his head, he didn’t want them to spend even more money on him than they already had, “No, don’t worry about it, I’m probably just self-conscious.”
Effie smiled, there was something heartwarming at seeing Sirius like this, he had never been nervous about a girl, in fact, she wasn’t sure he’d even bothered to get a gift for one before, he looked like a love-sick puppy, it reminded him an awful lot of James, except you liked him back, unlike that Evans girl. Talking about that Evans girl. “So, James is dating Lily now?”
“He somehow convinced her to go on a date,” Sirius said with a shrug, “they went to the Slug Party together.”
“Really?” Effie asked with raised eyebrows.
Sirius nodded in return, “But I cannot give you any more details.”
“It’s all right,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand, “I can pry them off of him later.” She then turned back to Sirius, “You’d think she’d come if we invited her over for dinner with everyone or something? Maybe on New Year’s?”
Effie knew Lily, she had seen pictures of her and she had crossed a few words with her on those occasions she visited the school for a quidditch match. She thought she was a nice enough girl, but she had never had an actual conversation with her and she certainly wanted to do it now. Although, with how much James talked about her, she felt like she knew a good deal and she considered her a delightful young lady, except for the fact that she kept rejecting James.
“I’m not sure, she might if Vix comes,” Sirius responded with a shrug, “they’re really good friends.”
Effie smiled in a sort of devilish way, the same smile Prongs had when he had a good idea for a prank, and gave a short pat in the head to Sirius (which she had gotten a habit of doing back when he was much shorter than her) and walked towards the kitchen.
Sirius decided to go for a broom ride to clear his mind, James and Peter tagged along with him and they ended up racing around the house at insanely fast speeds, fast enough for Sirius’ hair tie to loosen up and leave his hair flowing wildly behind him, and somehow also fast enough to have his mind be cleared of those thoughts he kept having of both you and Remus. Peter left early since his parents called for him, while the other boys decided to play a game of Magic Chess back in the living room.
By dinner, both of them had already eaten half of the gingerbread houses they had made, and some other fancy treats Monty liked to cook for the smaller Christmas Eve dinner they always had. Sirius thought it was fantastic since they almost had two parties instead of one. The first time he stayed at the Potter’s he had been so thrilled that he had accidentally blown up some of the decorations. Effie taught him an advanced version of reparo, and the two of them fixed the place together after that.
This time, Monty had asked for their help with the cooking, since Effie had gone out with the elves to buy more stuff for tomorrow’s dinner. It would be rather small, very few people had been invited due to the war and the fact that not many wizards knew which side the other was on, but Effie was set on having the place be as nice as ever.
Monty loved cooking, he had at some point mentioned that it was like making potions and that there was something oddly satisfying with how a bit of heat and a few spices could make even the most boring of dishes get filled with flavour, and he was set on teaching James, and by extension Sirius, how to cook.
“Perhaps you could make a cake for Lily,” he said as he passed James the measured flour for him to add, “your mother loved it when I sent her homemade cupcakes.”
“You did that?” Sirius asked with raised eyebrows.
“Mhm,” Monty nodded, “beat that a bit faster,” –he said politely as he pointed at the egg whites Sirius had been tasked with fluffing up– “She said she liked men with cooking skills and I asked my mum to help me with it, she sent me a bunch of cooking books and here we are now. James, have you added the cinnamon?”
“Eh…” James thought about it for a second and looked around the counter. The cinnamon was pretty far from where he stood, “don’t think so,” he admitted.
“That’s all right, I’ll add it for you,” he said and waved his wand, in an instant the cinnamon container was lifted up and after shaking softly three times and after dropping some cinnamon over James’ dry ingredient mix, it went back to its place on the table. Then Fleamont went back to cutting the apples into small pieces. “When you’re done with that James, please add some butter to the pans.”
“Okay,” James said with a nod and got busy with his task. The three of them were surprisingly efficient in the kitchen. They hadn’t been like that the first time around, but Monty decided they had to know how to –at least– make soup if they were ever going to live alone one day and had them take an intensive course a couple of summers ago. Both James and Sirius had gotten much better grades at potions after that, especially because Monty, being such an expert potioneer, had taught them to cook with potion-making techniques.
He hadn’t done it intentionally, but he was pretty satisfied with the result, especially when Effie praised him for being so clever and entertaining the kids with cooking while also teaching them something. He took the credit for being slick with a smile.
By the time they were done with the cake preparations, the food was ready to pull out of the oven. Monty and Sirius took the stuff out and passed it to James who took it to the table that Effie and Picksie were setting up while they focused on revising the temperature and placing the cakes in the oven. They had made three cakes, a chocolate cake that was James’ favourite, a carrot cake that Monty loved and an apple crumble one that both Sirius and Effie were mad about.
Effie had gotten some extra treats for the boys, and she had even gotten some Shepherd's Pie from a muggle place called “The Wingmore” that Monty loved. They had a delicious family dinner together, with cookies, pie and baked potatoes. They caught up with each other, and both Monty and Effie teased James about Lily mercilessly. Then Monty mentioned something about having “The Talk” with James and Sirius had to cough it in order to hide a cackle.
Prongs had kicked him under the table while Effie had appeared a glass of water for him so he could take a drink, and Sirius had thanked her with the soft charming smile of his that made all the girls swoon, James glared at him for it, and the other boy winked at him brazenly. If it went something like the talk Monty had given him 2 years ago when he started dating around, James might not survive it.
Sirius walked back to James’ room and decided to wait there for him to tease him once his talk with Monty was over, but Sirius was pretty tired from a day filled with fun, and he fell asleep pretty much the second he hit James’ bed.
He woke up a few minutes later when he felt a heavy leg over his own. He opened his eyes confused, thinking it was warm, but also that it smelled weird. Or perhaps not weird, just… not the way it should smell. It smelled of cedar, firewood, mint and summer breeze, not like books, parchment, chocolate and you. He blinked his eyes open and spotted James’ arm draped over his chest and his leg on top of both of his own. He was cuddling Sirius like he cuddled his pillows.
“Prongs,” he said softly, but the boy just snuggled deeper into him. “Prongs!” he repeated. “Prongs, what the fuck!”
James frowned and looked at Sirius as if he had been wronged, “What do you want?”
“Why are you cuddling me?”
“You’re in my bed,” the boy responded with a shrug.
“So what? Don’t you know about personal space?”
Bold fucking words for Sirius Black, James thought.
“Just shut up, I’m tired.”
“No, get off me!” Sirius said as he tried to pry James’ legs off of him, but James was heavier, and at this point, he was determined to piss Sirius off after being so wrongly accused.
“Pads!” James complained. “Just let me sleep, mate.”
“Not until you get off.”
“You never tell Remus to get off,” James huffed and tightened his grip.
What?
You never tell Remus to get off.
You never tell Remus to get off.
YOU NEVER TELL REMUS TO GET OFF!
Sirius opened his eyes wide as he looked at the ceiling, completely in shock as he let the words sink in. He looked to the side, trying to hide the panic, “That’s different,” he managed to muster.
“How is it different? I’m your best mate anyway, if you’re giving hugging concessions around, it should be to me.”
How is it different? Yes Sirius, HOW IS IT FUCKING DIFFERENT?!? He wondered to himself. “It’s because of the smell of the pack?”
“Is it? Really?” James asked, he was annoyed, and sleepy, and not quite thinking what he said, let alone how much it was affecting Sirius.
“Of course,” Sirius said defensively and pushed James off of him, turning his back to the boy as James rolled his eyes and did the same.
Prongs knew Sirius would be fine in the morning, but it would be a lie if he said he hadn’t been a little offended by the way he got pushed off, he had seen how close he was to Remus lately, and it wasn’t that he was jealous, but since when was Sirius closer to Moony than to him? Vixen he understood, he was head over heels for you, but Remus?!?
Since when was Pads so close to him?
Meanwhile, on the other side of the bed, Sirius had started to PANIC. There was something so raw about the words half-asleep James had said. Is it really about the smell of the pack? Was he using you as an excuse to cuddle Remus? Was he using his girlfriend… to cuddle his crush?
Perhaps he was a Black after all, it ran in his bIood, all wicked and malicious, cunning and devious. How could he shamelessly cuddle into Remus while you were right next to him? As if he didn’t have a crush on his friend? As if he hadn’t already admitted to himself that Remus was bIoody handsome? With his big broad shoulders and his intoxicating smell of books and chocolate, and a hint of you. With his messy brown hair and his kind smile, it was unfair really, for him to be so pretty and for Sirius to only have realised it now, now that he was happy, now that he had found someone.
When Sirius woke up, there was a pile of gifts on his side of the bed. James had decided to let him sleep in since he had been kind of annoyed at night and he didn’t want to deal with cranky Sirius on Christmas, which is why he was quietly opening his gifts on the other side of the floor.
Sirius leaned over and threw him a look while peeking his head over the bed. When he noticed he smiled. “Look at this” – he pointed at a box of muggle Christmas-themed chocolates– “Lily sent it, they even came with a small note, look,” he said as he passed the note to Sirius.
Sirius eyed him incredulously and took the small card in his hands before turning around on the bed to get himself comfortable, he cleared his throat, “Dear James, I was walking along this Christmas market and they had these chocolates, the adorable elf on the side that looks way too excited to be in a box kind of reminded me off you. Hope you have an amazing Christmas. Love, Lily.”
“You read that? She said ‘Love’.”
“Mhm,” Sirius said with a smirk and turned around again to pick the box from the floor, “Oh god is this the over-excited elf?” he said as he spotted a green-dressed short man on the side, he was wearing a very muggle Christmas outfit and had funny features, although his smile and eye colour did kind of match James’, it was like a bootleg version of him. Sirius couldn’t help but cackle.
“Oi! Don’t make fun of it! She sent it with love.”��
“Not laughing at the gift, I’m laughing at the resemblance,” Sirius added while he tried to catch his breath, James had snatched the box from him and carefully placed it next to his leg.
Sirius was still laughing when he saw some light coming from a small hand-held mirror he had placed on his nightstand. It was reflecting a small beam on the ceiling. It was an enchanted mirror he had stolen from his parents back when he still lived with them. He had used it to communicate with James on the longer summers, even if he couldn’t actually talk through it.
Sirius frowned, “You have the sister mirror to someone?”
“Remus,” James said as he stood up and leaned across the bed, “since he was going to be alone this Christmas,” he added. Sirius rolled to the side and then on the bed to reach the same belly-down position James was using and looked inside.
Remus, looking as handsome as ever, was on the other side, shirtless –to Sirius’ dismay– and with his hair slightly messier than usual. Even his smile was so wide it looked like it would burst out of his face.
He waved at the boys and then pointed at a card he had in his hand. It said, “Merry Christmas”.
Sirius looked around and pulled James’ box from the floor, showing him the exact spot where it said “Merry Christmas” as well.
Remus then picked up a small pen and wrote “Thank you for the gifts” on the side of his Christmas letters. Sirius winked in response, he knew Rem would like the book he got him. But he knew he’d especially love the drawing he made for him as well: it was a Wolf, a dog and a fox playing in the forest.
“You made him a drawing too?” James asked with a gasp.
“You’re telling me Mum got a drawing, Vix got a drawing, and Moony got a drawing, but I didn’t?”
“Didn’t have enough time,” Sirius responded with a shrug. Remus, who was trying to read the boys’ lips and kind of got that he was among the few to get a drawing, couldn’t help being filled with joy at the fact that Sirius had done something especially for him.
He then showed the boys all the music you had sent over and spent a while trying to sign something to James that neither he nor Sirius got properly, but he gathered something about you getting him a bunch of books.
“What did she get you?” James asked, turning to Sirius who frowned. He had been so busy looking at his friend’s gifts, that he had forgotten he had also received a few himself.
James placed the mirror at the end of the bed so Remus could see and they all finished unboxing their gifts. Sirius had gotten a CB radio from Remus. There were rather specific instructions on what to do with it, it had even been charmed so that it worked, even in Hogwarts.
“Hello?” he asked as he pressed the button.
“Hey!” Remus replied from the other side, he had a wide smile on his face, thrilled that it actually worked.
“Oh, that’s horrifying,” James said as he looked through Remus in the mirror and Sirius playing with the radio back in his room. “Like dark magic.”
“Just science,” Remus said.
“Didn’t you have to press a button so he can hear?” James asked as he took the radio from Sirius’ hand.
“I can read your lips, you dumbass,” Remus responded, and Sirius started to laugh.
James frowned and covered his mouth with his hands and turned to Sirius “Pretend I said something awful about him.”
“He said you’re a smartass,” Sirius said as he pressed the button, Remus gave James a look, eyebrows raised.
“I didn’t–” he started and took back the radio, snatching it from Sirius with a lot more purpose, “I didn’t say that! He made that up.”
“Why would I make that up?” Sirius said innocently.
“To fuck with me.”
Remus started to laugh from the other side, and then pressed the button, “What else did you get?”
Sirius pulled another box while James started to play with the different buttons of the radio, “Read this first,” the longer-haired boy said as he passed the instructions to James who groaned but did as told.
Sirius had gotten a good deal of stuff. It wasn’t weird that he got a bunch of gifts since he stayed at the Potters, his mother used to reject most of the gifts, but he had gotten tons of chocolate from girls every time he stayed over with James. Most of them would end up with Remus’ stash later on. This year he didn’t get as many chocolates, but he still got a good deal of stuff, some from people he didn’t even know.
“I swear every year he gets more stuff,” James said as he shook his head in disbelief. He had been partly to blame since he had gotten him a massive quidditch gear kit for morning practices. Peter had gotten him a magic puzzle that changed every few minutes. Andromeda had sent him some other cool muggle things she’d found, and he was absolutely fascinated by the 8 ball she’d gotten him. It was a ball that you could ask things to and when you turned it around it responded, like a divination device, except with no magic involved. The best part was the ridiculous things it said: “Outlook not so good, try asking your cat”, “Ask again later, I'm napping”, “Signs point to tacos. Always tacos” and his personal favourite, and the main reason Dromeda had gotten it “Are you serious? (No, seriously, are you?)”.
She had also gotten both James, him, Remus and Peter, pet rocks. Now neither of them had a clue what that was, but Dromeda said all the cool kids had one of those with the muggles. The rock came in a box and had a rather detailed manual on how to take care of it, and even a back story claiming that it had been “trained” in Mexico by a pet handler named Pedro.
“You also got a rock?” Remus asked as he pulled one from the side and showed it to the boys through the mirror. Remus’ rock had his eyes slightly further apart than Sirius’. “I named mine Cornelius.”
“Cornelius?” Sirius asked with a frown as he stared at his friend’s rock through the mirror, “Now that you mention it, it does kind of look like a Cornelius.”
“Mine will be Lily,” James said as he took him out of the box. It was a red-ish rock.
“You can’t name your pet Lily!”
“It’s a rock,” James said with a shrug, “I can name it however I want.”
“What’s yours?” he asked as he pointed at Sirius’ rock.
“It’s… Bowie.”
“Hm… love it,” James nodded as he stared at his friend’s rock. The two of them carefully placed them on the side table, as if they were actual, delicate pets and not just, rocks.
They continued opening their gifts, Sirius was absolutely fascinated with yours. He loved the drawing books and pens and markers, the mixtape that you’d gotten him and the watercolours, but he was pretty much obsessed with the penknife. He loved that it had his name on it and he used it to open the rest of his gifts, then he pocketed it and kept it with him the rest of the day.
He was helping Monty peel some potatoes –with his penknife instead of a spell– when James decided to tease him about it.
“You’ve been carrying that around all day,” he said as if it were a throwaway comment while he tried to make a pile of oranges.
“It’s super useful.”
“Oh, so it has nothing to do with the fact that it was a gift from Vixen?”
Monty eyed Sirius with a knowing smile and went back to his cooking.
“That’s just a bonus,” Sirius responded and placed the finished potato in the bowl. “It’s got my name on it, mate,” he said as he moved the knife to the side. “Also, she mentioned she charmed it, but she said I had to figure out what the charm is.”
“Maybe she just said that to have you think about it for ages, and it’s not actually charmed.”
Sirius stopped moving for a second, looking at nowhere in particular as he considered the possibility before letting a short breath out and shaking his head, “Nah, it’s got some kind of magic, I can feel it.”
James, just to tease his friend, further shrugged with an unconvinced air, “If you say so.”
Sirius just took another potato and started peeling it with a small frown. He was about 80% sure he could feel magic on the knife. But he was surrounded by magic, in an extremely magical household, literally every single person around him could wield magic, so it was possible the knife was just reflecting the energies from his environment.
By dinner time, there were some more people in the house. Andromeda, Ted and their daughter Dora had been invited by the Potters since they knew how much Sirius loved seeing his cousin, but she had to skip the dinner since Dora had gotten a fever from playing all day in the snow. The Weasleys had also been invited, Dumbledore had introduced them to Monty a few years back and they were rather fond of each other, even if Arthur was much younger. He had arrived with Molly and their 3 sons: Bill, Charlie and the newborn Percy.
Bill had followed James around the moment he spotted him, and James had shown him some of his old toys, and they all played a game of Exploding Snap with Sirius. There were other Wizards there too, Alastor Moody, who had a very animated conversation with Arabella Fig, Elphias Dodge and both Seraphina Nightshade and her boyfriend Roan Elmore, whom James had met at the party shortly after you and Remus did.
“That’s Roan, Seraphina’s boyfriend.”
“She’s dating someone?” Sirius asked, amused. Seraphina was beautiful, the entire school knew that, but he had no idea she had been dating someone.
“Yeah, he was at Slughorn’s party,” James said and snapped his fingers and took a pair of identical cards, the cards shuffled themselves back onto the table.
“Who’s Slughorn?” asked Billy as he snapped his fingers, Charlie just behind him, was attempting to do the same as his brother, but not quite managing to make a sound.
“The Potions teacher,” Sirius responded as he placed his wand on top of one of the cards and snapped his fingers as well. The rest of the cards on the table started to explode and then they shuffled themselves back together. “You probably won’t like him.”
“I won’t?” Bill asked, his red eyebrows furrowing just a little bit, Sirius thought he looked cute, and he didn’t like little kids all that much.
“He might,” James said with a shrug.
“He won’t if he’s one of the good ones,” Sirius retorted and then snapped his fingers and took a pair of cards.
“I don’t like him at all then,” Bill said with determination, he definitely wanted to fit in with the cool crowd, that obviously being the older boys: Sirius and James. He didn’t need to do much, both boys already liked Bill, if he were their age, he’d probably be part of their gang.
“Me neither,” Charlie added, “Unless he has a dragon.”
“Charlie, people don’t have dragons,” Bill said in a rather exasperated tone, as if it wasn’t the first time he’d said something like that and then snapped his fingers, taking a pair of cards.
Charlie tried to do the same and snapped his fingers, only for them to make no sound again. “But they could,” he insisted, sighed as if he too was tired of having that same argument with Bill and then walked towards Mrs. Weasley, she was talking to Effie about something in a rather hushed tone while Mr. Weasley struggled to get Percy to stop crying a few feet from them.
Sirius was about to snap his fingers again when he felt a sharp pain in his hand, “ah fuck,” he said as he pulled his hand from the table.
“You all right?” James asked, as he snapped his fingers and took the cards Sirius was going to take.
Sirius was staring at his palm confused, the scar from the scary witchcraft store had hurt almost in the same way it had when the necklace burned it on his hand. It was a lot less visible now, but the pain had been the same.
It wasn’t the first time it happened. It had sometimes bothered him back in the day, but it had never been as sharp as today. And it had kind of stopped since you came to Hogwarts. He assumed it must have been some kind of protean charm, but he had no idea how, and if he could use it at all. All he knew was that it hurt sometimes, and it reminded him of you, which he really didn’t like thinking back when you weren’t around.
“Yeah, I think I bit myself or something,” he lied and turned back to the game, snapping his fingers and taking another pair of cards.
James eyed him suspiciously and then the cards shuffled on the table again, completely stealing his train of thought, especially when Bill snapped his fingers and took the pair of cards he was about to take.
In the end, Bill won the game. He was awfully good for a six-year-old, and both Sirius and James were a bit out of practice.
“There you go,” Sirius said as he passed him 3 sickles.
“Thank you,” Bill said, by then Charlie had already come back and was tugging on his brother’s pants. “Charlie, I won them,” he complained as James paid up.
“If I could play, I’d win too!” Charlie complained, “I want to save for the toy dragon at Whimsy Wonders.”
“Well, technically, he helped Bill, didn’t he?” James asked, eyeing Sirius.
“Oh yeah, moral support,” Sirius agreed. “I feel like we owe him for that as well.”
Charlie’s face glowed looking at them. “No, he wasn’t playing,” Bill said.
“Oh, but he was,” James said and handed Charlie a sickle, Sirius did the same. “You wouldn’t have won without him, right?”
Bill frowned, as if about to say he was perfectly capable of winning without Charlie pestering him about dragons, but there was something on James’ gaze that had him hold it. He sighed, “Of course, Charlie helped…”
Charlie smiled widely and ran towards Mrs. Weasley. “Mom, Mom, Look!” he said. “We beat the older kids!” he repeated. James chuckled as he saw the small boy jump about, and then Monty called everyone towards the table.
The Potter’s party table was long and round, with different panels that rolled inside to have the food and snacks pass around and stay within everyone’s reach. Of course, wizards could just float whatever they needed their way, but both Monty and Effie thought it was annoying to have the salad dressing and bread basket cover the face of the person they were trying to talk to so they designed the table to be able to have a pleasant conversation.
Sirius was sitting in between James and Charlie, who was determined to sit with them even if he was meant to sit with his brother. Sirius didn’t mind it much, Charlie mostly talked about dragons, and for a 4-year-old, he seemed to have encyclopedic knowledge of them. While Bill, who was always listening to him go on and on about dragons, found it annoying, Sirius and James thought it was actually interesting.
He was telling Sirius about the Ukrainian Ironbelly and how he wanted to get a wand with a dragon heartstring core when he turned 11 when Monty stood up and thanked everyone for coming to the party, which prompted Charlie into silence.
Monty’s speech was heartfelt and honest, just like he was all the time, and while he didn’t explicitly say anything related to the war, he did mention that they were living in dark times, and for such reason, it was time to keep those whom you love at an arm’s length, to take care of each other and to check up on them as often as possible. He said that sometimes even the simplest of messages made the difference.
When his speech was done, there was a small toast, and then they got to eat. Sirius dived straight for the potato souffle since he had helped with the preparation and thought the amount of cheese they had added was mouth-watering, he also waited a couple of seconds for the inside panels of the table to spin around so he could reach for some of Monty’s special turkey. He had tried it the first Christmas he spent with the Potters and since then he always waited eagerly for dinner time to be able to eat it again.
He had even asked Monty for the recipe, but he had never gotten around to preparing it himself, although this Christmas Monty had him do some of the garlic mincing and spices blending for him, so he learned all the techniques. Sirius was more than happy to help, he found the kitchen to be a relaxing place (as long as it was the Potter’s kitchen and Monty was the head chef).
Effie was a lot more demanding in the kitchen, and if he had never dared to enter the one in Grimmauld Place, he was sure to come out as a roasted chicken instead of with one. Kreacher had always been awful to him, and the kitchens were his and Walburga’s territory exclusively.
Sirius was about to take another bite of his turkey, Charlie was talking about a Common Welsh Green and how elegant he thought they were when he felt another pang on his hand. Sharper and a lot more concentrated this time around. He dropped his fork and it clanged against the plate. He looked up, worried, out of habit more than anything, only to realise he was at home, and not with Walburga where he might have been awfully reprimanded.
With the Potters it was different, in fact, Monty gave him a short questioning look, clearly asking if he was all right, to which Sirius nodded. Monty went back to his talk and allowed James to check on Sirius instead. Meanwhile, Effie raised her voice just a little, covering up for the loud sound Sirius had caused and Molly laughed loudly at something Alastor said. Sirius looked around with a small smile.
Yeah, this is home, he thought as he pulled his hand towards him and placed his thumb over the already faded scar.
“Mate, that’s the second time today,” James said, looking at Sirius with a frown.
“I don’t know what’s with it either,” he admitted with a shrug.
“You wanna skip dessert? Go sleep?”
“Nah, I’m sure it’s nothing,” Sirius lied, trying to push aside the unsettling feeling gnawing at his mind. It had been months since it last troubled him, and this time it felt worse, not even in the aftermath of Mexico when he discovered how annoying it could be, but back then he assumed it was just the healing process, he didn’t know about Protean charms and, even now, he didn’t know why it was happening, perhaps then he would have reacted faster.
Regardless of the uneasiness, Sirius intended to enjoy the dinner, and he did, in between eating, joking with James and hearing Charlie talk about dragons, he was distracted from the pain so often that by the time he went to sleep, he had almost completely forgotten about the discomfort. That was until he actually fell asleep.
In his dream, Sirius found himself in an eerie scene, surrounded by his family, yours, Evan, Arkalis, and even the Dark Lord. Regulus was speaking to him, then he cast a hex on his brother, and suddenly they were torturing Muggles. That’s when he realised he wasn’t himself; he was seeing things through your eyes as if you had lent them to him.
He saw his cousin Bella and then your friend, Nina who was being tortured with an unforgivable. That’s when you reacted, there was a fire. Not any fire, Fiendfyre. The massive Chimera you created was burning everything in its wake. Chaos ensued, lives were lost, and you fled.
He saw how you ran alongside Nina until you were further enough away, but Lucius showed up out of nowhere. You duelled him, almost won, but Nina was hit by a stunning spell and you lost it, throwing yourself over her and crying, desperate to bring her back, but she wasn’t responding. There was a blinding light and he heard Barty’s voice.
“Sirius!” a voice called from a distance. “SIRIUS!”
He jolted awake, with a confused gaze as if trying to get back to reality, “James?”
“You’ve been muttering Vixen’s name over and over, and you’re sweating,” James said, his hand on Sirius’s forehead. “I think you were having a nightmare.”
Sirius frowned, his pulse fast and his breathing short, still struggling to ground himself. The dream had felt so real as if he really had been you, as if he really had gone through all that stuff, perhaps he had drunk too much of that Dragon Wine after listening to Charlie go on and on about how the process of slowly heating the conserve with dragon breath was “so fascinating”.
It’s not that he didn’t think it was interesting, but no matter what you said, Charlie found a way to connect it with dragons and after a while, it did get dizzying.
“Yeah, it was awful,” Sirius admitted. “Thank Merlin it was just a dream.”
James nodded and threw himself next to Sirius, taking the rock Andromeda had given him and tossing it from hand to hand. Back when they were smaller, James would sleep with Sirius whenever he had a nightmare. It reminded Sirius of Reggie and he always felt a lot more at ease when he wasn’t alone on the bed. He didn’t do it much anymore, Sirius’ nightmares had decreased, and he had also gotten a lot better at hiding when he had some.
“I’ll go take piss,” Sirius said as he stood up. James threw him a side glance and watched his friend walk all the way to the bathroom attentively. He wasn’t sure when had been the last time Sirius had had such a distressing nightmare, and the fact that it had to do with you, must have been even more upsetting.
He understood it much better now that he had Lily, he wanted to protect her more than anything in this world and the thought of something, anything, happening to her was enough to make his bIood run cold. He was scared of things happening to her, and he assumed Sirius must have been just as scared of things happening to you. Especially with how things were now. At least you were a pure-bIood, not as much of a target for deatheaters as Lily was.
In truth, James had sent notes to Lily every day since he got home, not because he missed her so dreadfully that he couldn’t go a day without talking to her –which was also kind of true- but because he was terrified he wouldn’t see her again. There were rumours of death eaters going for muggle-borns now. And James had read about a student from 2nd year disappearing along with her family last month. Nobody knew where Jane Bishop and her parents were.
Sirius walked towards the bathroom as quietly as possible, he didn’t know the time, but he didn’t want to wake up anybody by accident either. He went straight to the sink and tried to wash the sweat off his face, letting some of the water pool in the sink to be able to clean his neck better. When he dug his hand into the water, is when he realised things hadn’t been just a nightmare.
He felt like he had been hit in the stomach and stumbled back a couple of steps until his back crashed against the back wall, then he saw Barty right in front of him, throwing a stunning spell at his face. He didn’t move, but the bathroom dissolved behind him and he appeared to be sitting in the snow, looking up at the Shrieking Shack, completely surrounded by snow. His eyes, although actually opened, slowly closing and opening again.
One moment he was there, and the next, he saw James crouching right in front of him, with a concerned expression.
“It wasn’t a dream,” Sirius managed to mumble.
“What?”
“It wasn’t a dream!” he repeated a little louder, grabbing onto the towel rack to stand back up again, James helped pull him up and he bolted out of the bathroom.
James looked at his friend and waved his wand over the mess, all things slowly going back into place, the faucet closing and the sink emptying as he walked behind Sirius.
“What do you mean by that?”
“I think shit went down at Rosier’s Christmas party,” Sirius muttered as he paced around the room, “And it was because of Vixen.”
“When you say shit went down…”
“I mean Fiendfyre and dеad people,” Sirus said looking up at James with a stony expression. “But that’s… she somehow ended up in the Shack, Barty stunned her just outside-”
“Sirius–” James said in a comforting tone.
“We need to do something, she might get hypothermia if she stays out for too long, she–”
“Sirius!” James called again, a lot more stern now, grabbing onto his friend’s shoulders and shaking him to get his attention. “Are you sure it wasn’t a nightmare?” Sirius swallowed thickly, his eyes watering as he nodded. James took a deep breath, “Okay, I’ll talk to my parents, we can confirm with–”
“No!! Sirius said, snapping out of James. “It was real, and she’s alone, in the snow, pretty much passed out, we have to do something. Maybe I can apparate there or–”
“You’ll splinch.”
“Damn it, James!” Sirius snapped. “I can’t just sit here and do nothing!”
“Remus!” James said, looking up at Sirius.
“Remus?” Sirius asked, confused.
“He’s at school, he can take the passage and–” Sirius didn’t even let James finish, he had already run towards the mirror and the radio, flashing the mirror with lumos and shouting at the small microphone.
“Sirius?” Remus asked confused from the other side of the line.
Sirius was quick to fill him in, and Remus had put a coat on in seconds.
“Wait!” James said as Remus pocketed the mirror and walked towards the door. Remus took the mirror out and looked at the two boys. “What if it’s a trap?”
“If Vixen’s in danger, I don’t care if it’s a trap,” Remus said, with the same determination as Sirius when he was about to risk splinching.
“Remus?” Sirius said, doubtful.
“Yeah?” the boy responded through the radio.
“Just be careful, okay?”
“I will,” the boy reassured and pocketed the mirror again.
After that, there was radio silence.
Sirius paced around the room, Monty and Effie had woken up and walked towards them. Effie had a note in her hand and seemed to be hesitating to speak.
“What is it?” Sirius asked.
Effie looked to the side and wet her lips before looking back at her boy. “It’s her mother, Avis” –she hesitated– “She’s dеad.” Effie said as she let out a short breath, “there was dark magic that went out of control, Rosier Manor was badly damaged. No one knows where she is.”
“She’s not there,” Sirius reassured.
Effie frowned and James explained to both of his parents what had happened. Monty went to place a hand on Sirius’ back as they sat on the bed. The boy’s leg kept bouncing, but there was no news, neither from you nor from Remus. All he could see was the dark fabric from Remus’ pocket through the mirror.
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i just started writing on this platform last september 2023. i've been writing fics since i was twelve (yes, it was cringe) on wattpad. i would love to read your feedback, or be friends! my inbox is always open for anything 🫶🏻
anyway, here's some lil facts about me:
i'm 21 years old • she/her • filo-canadian • enfp • libra baby • mother of a four year old girl • a gryffindor child of aphrodite • has adhd and wears glasses • has photographic memory • loves writing (obvi), music, and reading
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The Story of Us - In which you are Timothée Chalamet's high school sweetheart. After a messy break up ten years ago, Timothée is Hollywood's it boy, while you are a rising star. The two of you will star in a new movie, what could possibly go wrong?
Letters - One day Timothée receives a package from someone unknown: a basket of eighteen letters. Letters from a girl named y/n. A mysterious fan who poured her heart out in her letters and is trying to fix herself. As Timothée begins to read, and the letters begin to run out, he finds himself falling for this girl.
Until one day he stopped reading.
Because she stopped writing.
Can't Help Falling In Love - In which two strangers accidentally get married.
Forever Yours
Heart to Heart
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The Girl With Hair Longer Than Rapunzel
24 Hours
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inspired by a conversation i had with @serenity-lattes over a fic i'm writing
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"Hey, Steve, why didn't you tell us you had a brother?"
There were a lot of things that Steve still didn't know about his family. He didn't know his great-grandparents moved to the United States from Italy until he had to do an ancestry project his senior year, and he'd just learned last week that there were others on his mother's side with hearing loss like him. Still, Steve knew that despite all the secrecy, there was no way he had a secret brother.
"I don't have a brother," Steve told Robin as much, coming back into the living room to see Robin and Eddie huddled over something. "What makes you think that?"
"Harrington, I think dear ol' dad's lying to you," Eddie teased, handing over the paper they were staring at.
Birth Certificate
This is to certify that Robert Steven Harrington Jr weighing 8 lbs. 13 oz. was born on the 13th day of December to Robert and Theresa Harrington in the year of 1967.
"How the hell did you find my birth certificate?" Steve balked, watching his best friend and boyfriend stare at him like he had two heads.
"Your birth certificate?" Robin repeated, eyes drifting back down to stare at the paper in his hands.
"Who else's would it be? Am I missing something?" It wasn't too uncommon for Steve to miss the joke, especially with people as quick-witted as Robin and Eddie. Still, this one seemed particularly confusing to even the others, with all three of them staring at each other in complete cluelessness.
"No, no, no," Eddie spoke up then, snatching the certificate out of Steve's hands and holding it up to the light like that might make reading it easier. "There is no way I'm dating a Robert."
Wait...
"You thought my legal name was Steve?"
Was that all this was? Steve didn't fully understand the big deal, especially since he'd never once gone by his legal first name. Even as a kid his parents were calling him Steven, eventually caving and calling him Steve as he wished by the time he entered middle school. He thought everyone had known by now, what with Tommy choosing to call him 'Robert' whenever he was upset with Steve.
"Why would I think anything else? Steven Harrington, how could you not tell me!" Robin shouted, playfully hitting his shoulder when all he did was laugh.
"Robert Harrington," Eddie corrected, immediately pulling a groan from his boyfriend.
"Uh uh, you're not calling me that," Steve decided, taking the certificate back and tucking it away in the drawer where they'd found it. Tomorrow he'd have to dig through the house and hide anything else he didn't want them to see, including any pictures his mother might have left lying around.
"How about Junior?" Robin tried, bursting into laughter at Eddie's responsive cackle. "I mean, who knew someone would go by a nickname of their middle name?
"Are you two done yet?" Steve groaned, tipping his head back to look at the ceiling.
"Aw, c'mon, Robbie, you love us." That was Eddie judging by the arm quickly slung over Steve's shoulders and the kiss planted firmly on his cheek. "I just can't believe you didn't tell us that Stevie isn't your name."
"Stevie has never been my name," Steve laughed, stepping away from Eddie's hug and laughing when the man's arms reached out to hold onto him tighter. "I'll take it over Robert."
"I knew you loved it, baby," Eddie teased, laughing at Steve's expression.
Then Steve grinned, turning to face Eddie so he could lean in close. Right as Eddie licked his lips in anticipation of a kiss, Steve patted his cheek and said, "Baby, you didn't even know my name."
He and Robin laughed until they could hardly breathe, but Eddie was the one laughing when he had the entire Party calling Steve "Rob" the next morning.
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hi! my names evie.
i downloaded tumblr 25th of december 2023 after seeing sturnfilmed's tiktok story, i instantly started writing fics as soon as i joined (my debut was chris and matt headcannons) i started watching the sturniolo's in early 2023 and my fav triplet is nick although i would pay matt to run me over.
i live in new-zealand, my favorite color is pink and i go to a private school. i love concerts, music and my friends. i have criiiiipppling anxiety which i've had since like 10 years old buts its okay. i have an older sister.
i have brown curly hair which i straighten and green eyes and relatively big lip, i'm a very social person and i'd say i'm quite popular which makes school quite a safe place for me i have strict parents so i'm really good at lying, and sneaking around behind their backs. my rice purity score is 72😔
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christian anthony, billie eilish, matt sturniolo, chris sturniolo, RODRICK HEFFLEY?!??!??!???!?!?!?!?!!??!!?!?, nathan doe, fiona gallagher, carrington, vinnie hacker 💀💀💀, louis patridge, LOOORRENNNZOO ZURZOLOOOO, jared padalecki ONLY IN THE 2000’s, ned menlove
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my favourite songs as of right now are: confident - justin bieber and chance the rapper, les - childish gambino, drugs & money - chase atlantic, church - chase atlantic, overheated - billie eilish, bitches broken hearts - billie eilish. ivy - frank ocean
what i wont write: weird kinks (r@pe, like piss and shit stuff tf, big age gaps), nick x fem!reader if its not platonic even though i dont really write for nick in general. anything that i dont want to write so dont pressure me.
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Fic Rec Friday
Edition 24
Welcome to Fic Rec Friday! We're in the mood for some longfics for this cozy December evening, so settle in and read along!
Hell for the Holidays by ma_malice
Complete | 23k words
“There will be no sacrifice,” Shane said for the third time since they’d landed in Illinois. “Not so much as a chicken. Stop being weird.”
Shane takes Ryan home for the holidays. It goes about as well as you’d expect.
Santa Daddies by drunkkenobi
Complete | 3k words
“I really think we should just tell her,” Shane argued. “Kids find out anyway, might as well have our girl be ahead of the class.”
“Shane, she’s three!” Ryan shot back. “All kids should believe in Santa at three!”
Or: Ryan and Shane vs The Santa Problem
The Young and the Hopeless by mccxxvi
Complete | 54k words
He lifted the towel to wipe his small mirror, when he saw it. There was writing on the mirror, a single word wiped into the condensation, written with a finger, a set of tidy, straight letters.
Alexander.
Ryan almost screamed. The ghost wanted Ryan to find his murderer and bring him to the light. Alexander must have been whoever murdered him. Ryan sighed, resigned to be the detective responsible for it.
“Fine, I’ll find this Alexander you want. But I don’t know what to do afterwards,” he said to his empty room.
A 1960s Professor!Shane/PhDstudent!Ryan gothic novel flavored AU fic, because i know a market gap when i see one.
A Ghoul's Guide to Life, Death & Afterliving by MercurySkies
Complete | 70k words
'Shane was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that, to quote ‘the’ Charles Dickens with an emphasis on the 'dick'. They didn’t tell you the great Victorian novelist was also a grade A asshole in high school but then again what do they tell you in high school? Shane Madej was dead, as dead as one disembodied soul standing seemingly above his own corpse probably can be.'
The Last Days Of The Bergara Gang by PhyllisDietrichson
Complete | 41k words
“Plus,” and he smiles with all of his white teeth, “if we’d left you there much longer to cardsharp that crew, likely your night would have ended with a knife to the throat.” He reaches out as if to graze his fingers over Shane’s clavicle, then remembers himself at the last minute. His hand hovers in the air. “And what a shame it would be, to mar that throat.”
“Do you—what do you want, Bergara?” Shane stammers out. He winces at the waver in his voice.
“You,” he responds, his eyes sweeping up to meet him with a gaze that pierces Shane between the ribs.
hey boy, take a look at me by weakspots
Complete | 18k words
Ryan is 27, for Christ’s sake, and he’s not exactly hideous, so there’s really no reason to spend his money on a dude — a dude — whose face he’ll never see but whose livestreams he’s been jerking off to for roughly 4 months now. He should be going out and partying and fucking random chicks. Or a guy, whatever, just to get it out of his system and confirm to himself that he really is 100% straight.
Because he is. This is morbid curiosity, if anything.
Whatever The Opposite Of Lesbian Sheep Syndrome Is by orphan_account
Complete | 9k words
Shane was the one who kissed, not the one who was kissed.
Shane was the one who did the holding, not the one who was held, and that was fine.
made it so far in time by addandsubtract
Complete | 12k words
“I’m, uh. I’m pretty sure the you I’m friends with is older,” Ryan says, and then winces.
use somebody by bodhirookes
Complete | 10k words
“You’re the most obnoxious person I’ve ever met,” Shane says over the sound of Ryan’s workout noises, which are equal parts distracting and hideous. “Why can’t you just be a lazy asshole like the rest of us?”
“I have a figure and reputation to maintain,” Ryan grits out, not even pausing to look at him. “Can’t be a big, bad ghost hunter without my guns.”
Or, Shane has a thing for Ryan's muscles and Ryan has a thing for Shane having a thing.
a child's answer by deerie
Complete | 2k words
“You know, it’s kind of sad about the Queen Mary,” Ryan says as they make their way to the mess hall. “That’s where I saw a ghost for the first time.”
Shane stares at him incredulously. Ryan can tell that he wants to say something, but is refraining.
He’ll have to find the video of the tube of toothpaste being knocked off the counter as proof to show Shane. Ryan remembers the panic he felt in that moment: the revelation that something existed outside of the realm of what he understood.
It’s the same feeling that he had when the Kaiju first appeared, thrashing and tearing and ripping buildings and bridges to shreds.
A Symptom of Time by fightingfuries
WIP | 12k words
"Sure," Shane says easily like he doesn't believe Ryan for a second. "You're living out the plot of the 1993 Bill Murray vehicle Groundhog Day. Now where does the kissing factor in, exactly?"
"You were all like 'I'm Shane, I don't believe in magic but you should find a tall brunette to kiss.’"
Shane laughs again, helplessly. "I'm the tall brunette? I obviously meant Andie McDowell." He catches himself. "If I had said that, which I didn't, because time loops aren't real."
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#shyan#skeptic believer#shyan fic#shyan fic rec#otp: we took an oath#friday fic recs#haunted fic recs
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2023 Fic Round Up (Part 1: Fic List)
I have been tagged in about a million different round ups of sorts, so here's Part 1: A Comprehensive 2023 Fic List sorted by month posted (if a multichap, I listed it the first month it posted), featuring the major details and a single-sentence summary/quote (so a fun challenge for me).
I'll post Part 2: Favorite Quotes and Part 3: Channeling Nora Holleran to Bring You My AO3 Data over the next two days (for the data I want to wait til the last possible day).
Without further ado, here is my 2023 Fic List:
January:
Nothing, I was still a lurker.
February:
Prince Henry and FSOTUS Alex Claremont-Diaz Answer the Web’s Most Searched Questions (T, 2.4K, YouTube Script Fic)
10 Things Alex Claremont-Diaz Can’t Live Without (T, 3K, YouTube Script Fic)
10 Things HRH Prince Henry Can’t Live Without (T, 2.5K, YouTube Script Fic)
March:
Prince Henry and FSOTUS Alex Claremont-Diaz Take a Couples Quiz (T, 5K, YouTube Script Fic)
The Super Six Take a Lie Detector Test | Vanity Fair (M, 7K, YouTube Script Fic)
Baby's First Pride (E, 10K, WIP Multi-Chap)
Post-canon, canon-compliant (ignoring bonus chapter) look at the Super Six celebrating their first pride after the emails—I want to come back and finish this (I got interrupted by Life) but my writing has evolved a lot since March and I'm daunted by all the editing I'd have to do, lol
ALEX CLAREMONT-DIAZ COMMUNES WITH HIS ANCESTORS WHILE EATING SPICY WINGS | Hot Ones (T, 3K, YouTube Script Fic)
April-June
Trying to survive the end of the school year as a teacher before I left my job :)
July
PRINCE HENRY SENTENCES US TO THE DUNGEONS WHILE EATING SPICY WINGS | Hot Ones (M, 3K, YouTube Script Fic)
August
FirstPrince Sings Queen, Lil Nas X, and Taylor Swift in a Game of Song Association | ELLE (T, 2.5K, YouTube Script Fic)
Claremont 2008 (M, 26K, Complete Multi-Chap, Canon Divergence)
A world where Ellen gets elected in 2008 instead of 2016, and the friends-to-lovers path that puts Henry on. If you want to relive the early 2010s, enjoy epistolary fics, or want a glimpse of a world where Alex & Henry go to college together, you might like this.
September
How well you play...that's up to you (M, 4K, FirstPrince Week)
Grey's Anatomy-Inspired AU, where Alex & Henry are both surgical residents—currently a one-shot, but I plan on writing a multi-chap prequel for this at some point.
Keep this Love in a Photograph (T, 2.6K, FirstPrince Week)
Post-Canon: Henry finds Alex's old photo album and they take a stroll down memory lane.
The Starwand (T, 1.7K, FirstPrince Week)
Three vignettes from Alex's life (two featuring Henry) where a sparkler makes an appearance—both a kid fic of Alex and Alex with his kids.
Somebody Call 911 (M, 2.4K, FirstPrince Week)
College AU where Alex is sneaking around with Henry behind his roommate's back—until it all goes to shit.
October
Sets on the Beach (M, 4K, FirstPrince Week)
Crack Treated Seriously, Alex and Henry are on rival queer beach volleyball teams.
Water over Blood (G, 3K, FirstPrince Week)
Post-Canon 5+1 of five times Henry's niece loved Alex, and one time she loved Henry
L(ate) S(leepy) A(morous) T(exting) (M, 1K, FirstPrince Week)
Text-fic of a missing moment from the book, because I am convinced that Alex did, in fact, study for the LSAT (it's just more realistic if we're to believe he scored well enough to get into NYU)
November
Freaky Friday (I woke up in my enemy's body) (M, 9K, Halloween, Huh?)
Canon Divergence, Freaky Friday-Inspired Body Swap AU, Crack Treated Seriously: Between Cakegate and Alex's visit to London, the boys swap bodies and proceed to learn a lot about each other. And themselves.
December
Alex Claremont-Díaz Answers Your Questions | Actually Me |GQ (M, 2K, YouTube Script Fic)
Super Six and the Siren's Call (T, 111K Total, Posting Bi-weekly)
The Percy Jackson AU, co-written with @read-and-write- and @inexplicablymine. Quests and Greek References abound! Check out more @auntiepezzasupdates
(Dil)Do It Yourself (E, 16.7K, New Traditions Advent Calendar)
Alex attends a DIY Dildo Workshop for the holidays, where he meets Henry, who's helping to lead the workshop—and eventually, helps Alex in other ways. The tags will tell you all that you need to know.
Thanks to @rockyroadkylers @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @kiwiana-writes @welcometololaland and anyone else who tagged me that I missed! I was waiting to post all my fics for December before I did this :) Since I'm pretty late, I'll tag @ssmtskw @matherines @affectionatelyrs and an open tag to anyone who's made it this far and wants to do this!
#rwrb fanfic#red white and royal blue#firstprince#rwrb#fanfiction#rwrb fandom#fic list#year in review#happinessofthepursuit writes
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wip wednesday
“I don’t care if you got the fuckin’ kid with you, I’m coming over and I’m going to get the shit wether you like it or not.”
Lip made excuses on the other end of the phone, Mickey half listened while inhaling from the cigarette between his lips, hiding from the sun under the shadow cast by the ambulance in the early afternoon light.
The bitchy manager lady walked by with her ugly fuckin’ dog, clearly concerned by his outburst, but he scowled and waved her off.
“No, no Philip. You don’t understand, either I come to your house and pick up them up in the next 30 minutes, or I break into your house in the middle of the night, take the boxes and steal whatever the fuck else I want from you” Mickey insisted.
“Jesus Mickey, fine. Come get the Christmas boxes, me and Tami will just sit here and wait for you to arrive instead of enjoying the very limited time we have without any conscious children in our house” Lip shot back sarcastically.
“Okay fuckhead, you and I both know you’ll have time to make the usual ten minutes of love to your girlfriend and take a shower before I get there” Mickey bitched, stubbing out the cigarette and getting in the drivers seat, cranking the seat forward, since his gargantuan husband had been the last one to drive in it, and peeled out of the parking lot and towards the Southside.
im almost done with the first draft of fic im writing that's basically 6 chapters, of 6 conversations that should have happened in seasons 10 and 11 that i will hopefully be posting in the 6 days leading up to christmas (or 6 random days in late december, if you dont celebrate)
thanks @jrooc for encouraging me to actually post a wip :)
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Akeshu Holiday Heist Special WIP
This was going to be a oneshot sequel to my completed Persona 5 Akechi/Joker fanfic, Chase the Joker, set nearly one year after the ending. While I still have a few oneshots set in their future planned, this one's entire concept was changed, and the fic was scrapped. Since I had fun writing their banter, I'm going to post the WIP here anyways. You can read underneath the cut! As it's incomplete, there is no concrete ending to this segment at this time.
Sometimes, life could feel just like a Christmas movie. One could find the true meaning of holiday cheer amidst the chaos, no matter who they are or where they came from. It was a special time of year, and whether people celebrated or not, sometimes beautiful magic happened.
Joyful moments could be shared underneath the tree as families discover the true meaning of the holiday season, whether related to Santa Clause, the meaning of life, or Kentucky Fried Chicken. True love could be discovered underneath the mistletoe, all while some coworker’s annoying as hell kids at the office Christmas party went ooh or help me or perhaps ew, gross much? On occasion, the stars aligned just right each December, and picturesque moments captured in the mind’s eye forever would feel just like the more diverse Hallmark movies. All three of them, if you were being generous.
It was at these times one must remember Die Hard was also a Christmas movie…which was the evidence Akira needed to utilize for their current situation, no matter how Goro denied it, all while they drove towards some rich bastard’s Christmas bash on a hellbent mission.
Car rides anywhere were enjoyable as long as they were with each other, and in the end that was all Akira could ask for. As Goro rambled on and on about cultural variations of the holiday, and how supposedly none of them involved homicide, Akira just held back laughter while applying the reddest lipstick known to man. He hadn’t ever worn a cocktail dress before today, but no one could deny he looked incredible. He was dressed to the nines in luscious red, a silky wig, and enough makeup that not even his own parents would recognize him, and yet it wasn’t technically for a date. What a homophobic shame dealt to him by the gods themselves.
…Okay, his parents hadn’t seen him in years, and the last time had been Goro punching his father in the face. It was better stated that not even his cat would recognize him, but Akira didn’t want to think about that either. So instead he just bickered with the man he loved.
“Honey, listen,” Akira countered, after Goro ranted for the entire length of some bubbly kpop song about being merry and happy. “I know you pride yourself on being right about everything, and I support you unconditionally, but have you ever considered you’re totally wrong about literally everything? We are living out a Christmas movie right now. I’m right.”
“Stating I’m wrong without providing actual evidence as to why again, Akira?” Goro said with an eye roll, though his rolling eyes struggled to stay focused on the road when Akira’s dress kinda showed his upper thigh. “You would not have lasted one week in a university setting’s debate team, and it shows.”
“Hey, neither of us went to college, on account of me being a sexy criminal superstar and you being sexy and also super dead. At least I read dozens of books on mythology and cultural figures when we still had the Nav,” Akira said right back. “I’m a master debater–”
“I swear if you say ‘and also a masturbator,’ I’m hitting the brakes at mach speed.”
“I mean no, I don’t need to do that when we’re in the same room twenty-four hours a day. Wow, you have such a dirty mind, did you know that?”
Goro finally stared not at the road nor Akira’s legs, but a secret third thing–his smug, stupid face, so he could shoot Akira the nastiest of glares. “Quite the talk from someone who made a kidnapping roleplay joke months after literally being kidnapped.”
Okay, that had been one time. And they were not talking about it. Not if Akira could help it. He finished applying the last of his makeup and examined himself in the mirror. If looks could kill, Akira wouldn’t need a knife tonight. Tragically, he still needed a knife, but at least he was pretty.
“I never joked about that again, give me and my coping mechanisms some credit. Anyways, enough talk about my abduction. Ever heard of Krampus? He’s like the Mementos Grim Reaper used to be, except real, and festive, and I’m pretty sure he murdered children. How’s that for Christmas cheer?”
“I appreciate the sentiment behind a morally dubious Christmas special, but…Krampus aside, the holiday genre as a whole is ill-suited for activities such as murder, once we put aside frequently debated titles. There is a reason films such as Die Hard and American Psycho are commonly dismissed from a place among happy-go-lucky Christmas movies, and that’s due to them only portraying the holiday as background noise in favor of an action plot. It’s only a timestamp when all is considered, nothing more.”
God, Goro was so pretentious. No wonder Akira was in love with him. Here they were, driving towards some multimillionaire’s holiday party with a heist in mind and also assassination if push came to shove, and yet Goro was blasting some American artist’s holiday music on the Jokermobile speakers and discussing American fucking Psycho versus the concept of Christmas cheer. If he wasn’t wearing nondescript black clothing and gun holsters, Akira would blame the irritated snarl gracing Goro’s face on this Michael Buble person singing some no homo anthem about his buddy Santa.
Akira just giggled in his best falsetto, preparing himself for whatever crossdressing shenanigans he had to pull for their mission tonight, and flipped his wig over his shoulder. Brief little moments of domestic bliss were nice after everything, even if most people wouldn’t get it.
“Okay, ignore the murder then. We’re still living in a real life romcom whether you think my jokes are funny or not, since my entire life is a joke.” Another unimpressed squint as Goro kept his eyes on the road. The self-deprecation didn’t hit like it used to for either of them. Damn their efforts to rebuild Akira’s self-esteem. Those efforts were getting in the way of dark humor! “It’s December 24th, we’re on our way to crash a Christmas party, and we are romantic and comedic. We even took that don we now our gay apparel song to heart, come on!”
Goro snorted, ever the long-suffering, disgruntled man in the face of whatever the fuck Akira was doing. “That can be said for your outfit tonight, but I don’t recall a black turtleneck ever winning one of those ridiculous ugly Christmas sweater contests.”
“No, see, you’re just dressed like the gay goth cousin who sits at the kids’ table during family gatherings because he hates his homophobic relatives.” Akira knew this because he had once been the gay goth cousin who sat at kids’ tables during their rare family gatherings because he hated his homophobic relatives.
Goro looked from Akira, to the road, to their GPS. His brow furrowed and he bit his lip once he saw how little time was left until their arrival. The plan had been for Goro to park the car and follow behind closely, and Akira would do the actual infiltration with a fake identity and a fake adoration for being surrounded by the rich and pompous. The flashy getup was excessive, in Goro’s opinion, but plenty of Shido’s affiliates, and therefore Goro’s whether he liked them or not, were occupying this little gala. Of the two of them, Akira was less likely to be recognized, especially when dressed like this.
That didn’t mean Goro was fond of the idea whatsoever, but that was only one stressor among the many weighing them down tonight. As Goro parked the car, Akira finalized his appearances one more time, double-checking his heels were just short and thick enough that he could still run in them, and that not a hair looked out of place.
He only became aware of his nervous expression when Goro turned off the radio. Turning to face his partner in crime, he saw anxiety reflected back at him, and Akira gulped down a lump in his throat. “Hey,” Akira said, reaching over to grab Goro’s hand as it held the steering wheel in a vice grip. “I know this time of year is stressful for everyone, but I’m going to be okay–”
“Are you okay, though?” Goro cut him off, flexing his fingers before letting go of the wheel. He squeezed his eyelids shut and visibly fought to unclench his jaw. “You’ve spent the entire car ride cracking ridiculous jokes and making up your own lyrics to every damn orchestra cover that played on the radio, but if you’re trying to hide how nervous you are, you’re not doing a great job. I thought we talked about this.”
Akira winced. Keeping secrets hadn’t been his goal at all, but he couldn’t blame Goro for that train of thought. Old habits die hard, whether trauma was involved or otherwise. He flopped back against the headrest, shifting their hands so their fingers intertwined. Even with gloved hands, the grip grounded both of them. “I wasn’t doing it on purpose. I just know if I think too much about the worst case scenarios, I won’t be able to focus on anything else. I’m worried about you too, though. What’s wrong? Is it about splitting up?”
The telltale twitch of Goro’s hand was all the answer Akira needed. He stayed silent and gave Goro a moment to find his words, taking in his harrowed expression as Goro’s thumb brushed across the various scars all over Akira’s hand. Goro had always wielded words masterfully on television and even in battle, whether they were honeyed vinegar or vulgar curses, but words conveying his innermost feelings still didn’t come easily. Akira wasn’t good at sharing his burdens purposefully either just yet, but they were trying.
They were both getting better about trust and honesty, but sometimes Akira worried parts of them would always be trapped in the past, terrified of losing one another, or maybe in some long-lost Palace there was Goro, kneeling on some bloody floor or panicking in a hotel room, or there was Akira, trapped in a diner or tied to a chair in that hellish basement or crawling across frozen earth in a desperate rush because he couldn’t let him die, not here, not again–
“You know you don’t have to do this, right?” Akechi’s voice broke Akira out of the spiral before it could properly start. Suddenly Akechi’s head gently bumped into the side of Akira’s, and his thumb rubbed circles against Akira’s knuckles. Right. It was December, in the present day, almost a full year after three no good, very bad days. They were alive. They were okay. “I’ll admit I’m not fond of splitting up. I…I can’t lose you again.” Okay, so maybe Akira wasn’t the only one spiraling over that possibility. “If you no longer wanted to mingle with Shido’s trash, I would gladly take our little getaway car and drive wherever you wish–”
“Nope, I’m still going,” Akira butted in. He wasn’t offended by Akechi’s offer, but he didn’t want to back down now, and he knew Akechi didn’t either. He could do this. It wasn’t like he had to kill a million people, all he had to do was break into some big wig’s computer with a flash drive and then get the hell out of there. Hopefully no one paid attention to him, once they got over the dress and heels. “I have a dagger and I’m not afraid to use it, and I have my earpiece just in case. You have a sword and multiple guns and an actual sniper rifle. Give the both of us some credit! I killed a god three Christmases ago. A little breaking and entering is what the kids call small potatoes.”
Akechi said nothing, but at the rate he was stressing, he would fracture every bone in Akira’s hand, induce heart murmurs faster than you could say four Five Hour Energy shots, and go bald by age twenty-three. Refusing to let the man who was essentially his husband lose all his hair, Akira indulged in their old favorite vice: deflecting and changing the subject. “Also, this isn’t the getaway car. Stop besmirching the good name of our dearly beloved Jokermobile–”
“It’s not a good name at all, Akira,” said Akechi as he forced himself to relax. He didn’t buy the facade, but Akira wasn’t trying to fool him. They both just needed to calm down before they did anything reckless…even if a heist was also reckless. “Your habit of naming inanimate objects is getting out of hand. This isn’t the Jokermobile, it’s a black 2016 Toyota Highlander, and you only named it that because you wanted to make rear-ending jokes.”
Well, it was a good thing they had only been rear-ended by an actual car once, then. Akira took full responsibility for that one, it was his fault for trying to drive with a broken leg. Pour one out for the fire hydrant, the greatest victim of that hit-and-run besides Akira’s psyche. “And yet you never thought of a better name. Checkmate.”
“You’re insufferable,” Akechi sighed.
“I think you meant irresistible, honey,” said Akira.
“Oh, pardon me. I meant to say you’re irritating and irresponsible. My mistake.”
Goro didn’t give Akira time to reply before he unbuckled his seatbelt and inspected his holsters. “Do you have the flashdrive ready to go?” Akira reached into a side pocket of his dress and showed Goro the flash drive, shoving it back inside once Goro nodded. “And your dagger?” He flipped his skirt completely to the side, exposing lacy black underwear on top of the dagger strapped to the thigh lacking a dress slit. Goro forcibly ignored that and interrogated him again like the bastard cop he once pretended to be. “And your earpiece?”
Wow, not even a verbal reaction to his underwear of choice? Bummer. Akira rolled his eyes and gently swept the wig away. Barely visible inside his ear was the earpiece, but it was in place just as planned. Smiling and hoping the red lipstick wouldn’t smudge onto his teeth, he flashed Goro a thumbs up. “Yes, Goro, I’ll hear your illustrious voice loud and clear. What about yours?”
“I put mine on before we left. I came prepared, unlike you.”
“It’s not a competition, Goro.”
“Akira, we turn everything into a competition whether we like it or not.”
God, could Goro stop making good points tonight? He was beating Akira in the argument category of the Rivalry Olympics. Fucker. Conceding for now, Akira pouted as Goro let go of his hand to climb into the back. “Do we have any of those canned coffees left?” he asked while Goro inspected his ammunition.
“I grabbed extra at the 777 earlier, along with some other beverages,” Goro replied, briefly ignoring his mission prep in favor of caffeinating the idiotic love of his life. As Goro reached into their cooler, he continued, “Some are black, some have cream or sugar. How do you want your coffee tonight, my dear Joker?”
“Black like my soul, Crow,” Akira replied, fondly recalling his dear pal Satanael on the anniversary of a god’s death. Goro gave him a long, hard look, then hurled a bottle of milk at Akira’s face. Naturally, Akira caught it with all the proficiency in the universe. Then he hurled it right back at Goro, who snatched it from the air without even looking. Well, if Satanael wasn’t allowed, then Arsene better be. “Fine. Something with French roast, also like my soul.”
#persona 5#akeshu#shuake#p5#goro akechi#akira kurusu#tricksterlatte writes#chase the joker#my stuff#I have two other oneshots planned regarding this heist and then this holiday for them. but.#Akechi overexplaining American Psycho to Akira who just thinks he's ridiculous while also being head over heels. it had to be shared#i had to.#this will not make much sense without the original fic btw so if you like this. go read it! look in my pinned
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20 Questions for Writers
Thanks @mrsmungus for the tag. ❤️
❣️How many works do you have on AO3?
13 total, including three fanart art gifts. The only writing I have is my current work. I'm bringing the old FFN stories over on another account.
❣️What is your total AO3 word count?
834,995- 1 million before the year's end would be nice.
❣️What fandoms do you write for?
So far only Boy Meets World. The fanart gifts have been in other fandoms.
❣️What are your top five fics by kudos?
Autumn in Philadelphia Trilogy- 243
Flashbacks- 109
Christmas to Last a Lifetime- 94
Not too shabby for such a massive series with an OC as a main character.
❣️Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yes. Eventually.
Ever single comment is incredibly important to me and I don't always have the spoons to respond the way I want to. Rather than rush a response, I wait until I can give it my full attention. There are times, however, when certain comments appear to go answered for months. Those are comments from people I am in touch with privately and have already thanked. I will respond to those in time as well.
❣️What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
The Darkest Night without question.
❣️What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
At this point, probably Christmas to Last a Lifetime.
❣️Do you get hate on your fic?
Is having someone throw a tantrum in your comments hate?
The writer who did this was upset over how the first part of AiP ended because they did not read the tags or summary. They also complained about my OC being better than theirs and whined about liking Audrey more as though at 11 years old I created with Aud malicious intent to hurt them 20+ years later. 🙄
This was the person who also tried to push me out of the fandom, harassed me, and stole my work.
So, hate, no. Immature, entitled behavior, yes.
❣️Do you write smut?
No it's not my thing to read or write. My story is canon compliant and I'm staying true to the content of the show as well. Since it's a 90s kids' sitcom, situations were only dealt with to a certain degree.
❣️Do you write crossovers?
Technically. lol The AiP trilogy is a crossover with BMW and its sequel show, Girl Meets World, but since it's in the same universe I don't count it.
I am in the works of doing a real crossover that I'm really excited about, hopefully soon.
❣️Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Yes. See the hate on fics response.
I debated how much to say since my socials are still being monitored but you know what, I don't care.
This person stole big chunks of my work from three of my stories and readers have noticed. That's how I became aware of it. Two readers brought it to my attention and just recently another mentioned it also.
I've dealt with it thanks to my dear friends who have had my back through this year + long ordeal.
And ngl, it was satisfying to see her panic and meltdown when the report was submitted and rush her ending. The subsequent attempts to cover her tracks have been popcorn worthy as they have been both comical and pathetic.
Anyone who knows me will tell you I'm too nice and give too much benefit of the doubt which is why no one outside of my friends' circle has seen the massive report on the theft and harrassment.
However, should you dear [REDACTED] try it again, I'm holding onto that report and won't be so nice the second time around. It won't be your friend who's been asking for the link since December 8th that I'll give it to either.
❣️Have you ever had a fic translated?
Not to my knowledge.
❣️Have you ever co-written a fic?
Not yet!!! But soon and I'm so excited.
❣️What's your all-time favorite ship?
As for canon ship, they change all the time, but currently it's
❣️What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
At this point it's looking like Birthday Wishes. lol I mean, I have it outlined to the end and the next chapter is almost ready to go, but I'm prioritizing Saudade and have little time for BW, unfortunately.
❣️What are your writing strengths?
I'm not sure. May be characterization? Possibly world building and character development.
❣️What are your writing weaknesses?
Conciseness. lol Also SPAG editing. My brain skips words like crazy when writing and even editing. No matter how many times I go over things, I miss so much.
❣️Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I avoid this personally because I know enough that I'd mess it up. And I only know Swedish which isn't really a language that figures into my work naturally.
As for fics I'm not writing, it really depends on how it's done.
❣️First fandom you wrote for?
Boy Meets World. First published was Labyrinth.
❣️Favorite fic you've ever written?
Ah, how to chose. Autumn in Philadelphia trilogy. I can't get anymore specific than that. lol
No pressure tags to play for: @axolotlsupremacyowo @tsunderesalty @amberlide @winterlovesong1 @justanotherpersonwhowrites @obscureobsidiandraws @stealing-your-kittens @bees-and-sunshine @ligercat
If anyone would like to be included in the tags, please let me know and I'll be sure to get you next time.
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✨ 2023 writing round-up ✨
tagged by @exhuastedpigeon <3
I posted 22 fics this year (including the multi-chapter fic I started last december) and 21 of those were 911, and 20 were buddie lol
the very first fic was the ending of my sambucky era (or a pause, I might go back who knows) and then buddie fully took over
idk what it was about this year, bc I've been writing buddie since march 2021, but now it's like the only thing I write haha
putting all the fics i've written this year under the cut bc it got loooong haha - clearly, march this year was big for me, so many fics haha
January
June 14th, 2025 (I've been waiting for you my whole life)
Sambucky, T, 3.5k
A year after getting engaged, Sam and Bucky get married.
A little oneshot that takes place after the events of my fic "sounds like an angel (he might be a demon)".
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March
The one with groceries and bad coffee
buddie, G, 1.3k
It’s fucking coffee, of all things, that finally does it.
Or, Buck buys Eddie's favorite brand of coffee for his loft, and Eddie's brain short-circuits, leading to a realization.
Fine
buddie, 1.6k
Eddie’s foot feels heavy on the gas pedal, while his hands grip the steering wheel tightly, to prevent them from shaking. He’s driving almost on autopilot, while trying his best to compartmentalize and focus on just getting to the hospital, trying not to think about Buck- about what’s happening in the back of the ambulance right now.
Or, after the drive to the hospital after Buck's hit by lightning, Eddie loses it.
Sort of 6x10 coda.
don't know what I'd do if your tomorrow never came
buddie, 1.9k
He can’t help but think that this is some kind of sick joke from the universe, which he doesn’t believe but he knows Buck would. “The universe is screaming at you and you refuse to listen” is what Buck said once, it feels like a lifetime ago. He didn't believe it, then, either. And now the universe is mocking Eddie, having him have to tell their kid about Buck, just like Buck had to tell him about the shooting. Eddie doesn’t know how Buck did it, how he had the strength, because he’s on the verge of breaking down and shattering into a million little pieces.
Or, Eddie goes home to tell Christopher about Buck getting hurt.
we got time (but we're only human)
buddie, 1.6k
“We got time, Eds.” Buck chuckles.
“Not enough.” Eddie’s voice breaks a little. Buck squeezes his hand. “We almost ran out of time, and I can’t just wait until it happens again, Buck. Besides, life is short. We’ll never really have enough time, because a lifetime with you wouldn’t be enough."
Or, Buck wakes up from his coma, and Eddie, done with wasting time, confesses his feelings.
I can't love you any more (than I do now)
buddie, G, 2.6k
Eddie's pretty sure he and Buck are dating and kind of living together. Neither acknowledges it, until Eddie finally does.
I don't mind a detour (as long as I still get to be yours)
buddie, G, 1.4k
Buck falls asleep on Eddie's couch. Eddie has feelings about it.
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April
me and you only equals love
buddie, E, 6.6k
“What would you say,” Eddie brings one of his hands to Buck’s face, traces his jaw, feather-light, barely there touch, and hears Buck take a shaky breath, eyes wide with something like awe not leaving Eddie’s face, “if I wanted to kiss you? Just hypothetically.”
OR, Eddie is horny and in love, and after the poker date, he finally kisses Buck - and things unfold from there.
aka my first smut lol
you're the one I want
buddie, G, 1.4k
“You know there’s only one person I’m interested in.”
“And who might that be?” Buck leans back against the counter with a goofy grin, and Eddie wants to just go over there and kiss him.
“Just my best friend I’m kind of hopelessly in love with.” Eddie shrugs, and enjoys seeing how Buck’s whole face gets red.
OR, no one knows that Eddie and Buck are dating, Pepa tries to set Eddie up on dates, and Buck finds it amusing.
kiss it better
buddie, G, 1.5k
Buck burns his tongue, Eddie makes a joke, and everything changes.
stuck with each other
buddie, G, 2.5k
Buck's new fixation is buying unnecessary kitchen gadgets that end up in Eddie's kitchen, they all cook together, and Eddie can't keep his feelings in check.
I'm free in salt water (embrace the deep end, leave everything)
maddie fic, 612 words
Sobbing, Maddie got up and, fully clothed, stepped into the ocean. Cold water was splattering against her, as she kept walking, fighting against the waves that tried to push her out. She was determined. It wasn’t her first attempt at killing herself, but it would be the first time she would be successful.
OR, What was going through Maddie's mind as she walks into the ocean?
(wrote this one when i was bored in class in college about a year before I posted this and idk if I like it tbh but it's posted haha)
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May
I'd marry you with paper rings
buddie, G, 3.4k
“If we’re not married by the time we’re, like, forty, we should just marry each other.” he chuckles, and downs the rest of his beer. And Eddie… Eddie knows it’s a joke. Obviously. It can’t be anything but. But still, it does something to him. He’s thought about it, fantasized about it, but hearing it from Buck, even jokingly…
“Why wait?” his tone is also teasing. He can play it off as a joke, while still looking for Buck’s reaction, for any indication about how he feels. (...) “Let’s just do it now and get it over with.”
Or, Buck makes a joke that leads to an unplanned marriage proposal.
Do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?
buddie, G, 2.9k
Buck spends time with Eddie and Chris, and for some reason finds himself incapable of telling Natalia, which leads to some realizations.
what a mighty good man
buddie, G, 3.4k
Buck loses his phone, and Eddie calls him to help him find it - but he does not expect the ringtone Buck has set for him.
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June
me, you, our kid and a dog
buddie, G, 4.7k
Buck and Chris try to convince Eddie to get a dog, while not even living together. It leads to more unexpected changes than Eddie could ever imagine.
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July
you been looking for love (let me show you how it's done)
buddie, E, 12.2k
“Are you-” he frowns, the confusion somehow winning with the urge to just lean in and kiss him so thoroughly he’ll forget about any other kiss he might’ve shared with any dates. “Are you doing all this on purpose?”
“Doing what?” Eddie tilts his head, licks his lips, and – Buck’s almost a hundred percent sure – drops his gaze to Buck’s lips for a second.
“Eddie.” Buck takes a deep breath, and wants so badly to kiss the smirk off of Eddie’s face. “Please.”
“What for?”
“You’re driving me insane.” he whispers, nails digging into his palms to prevent himself from reaching out. But Eddie’s thigh is pressed against his, and somehow his hand is on Buck’s knee now, and Eddie’s looking at him in such a way, that it makes Buck hot all over – or, hotter, his palms are sweating, actually. “And I feel like you are doing it on purpose.”
or, Eddie is a tease, Buck is horny and jealous of Eddie dating, and a regular evening takes an unexpected turn.
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August
For a holiday (and forevermore)
buddie, M, 95k, 30 chapters
Eddie's sick of personal, intrusive questions about his love life whenever he visits his family, so he starts bringing Buck for the holidays as his (fake) boyfriend. He only wants to shut them up, and doesn't expect that the small crush he has on his best friend could actually turn into something more...
(my baby fake dating holiday fic <3)
I could get lost in the feelings (just say that you belong to me)
buddie, E, 15k
“Wait, wha- how- how do you feel about me?” Buck asks, his voice quiet and almost hesitant.
“Buck, really? Isn’t it obvious? Do I have to spell it out for you?” Eddie sighs, eyes finally locking with Buck’s.
“I think I’d like you to.” he whispers, eyes wide. “Just so I- just so I’m sure.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Eddie mutters, and then, frustrated and sad, and angry, he takes the few steps separating him from Buck, grabs his face with both hands, and crashes their lips together.
Or, Buck's going on a date, Eddie's so jealous he finally snaps and reveals his feelings, which leads to a passionate evening in Buck's kitchen.
aka the possessive smut which might be one of my fave fics ever haha
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September
baby, you drive me wild
buddie, E, 10.9k
He places his left hand on Buck’s thigh now, and Buck’s smirk just grows.
“Eddie, I’m driving.” he says mock-scolding, but he chuckles breathily, as Eddie shifts in his seat, angling more towards Buck, taking his right hand and very lightly moving it along Buck’s inner thigh, following the seam of his jeans, until he gets to his dick.
“Pull over, then.” he hears his own hoarse voice, as his hand grips Buck’s also already hard dick, getting a gasp out of him, his left hand still on Buck’s thigh digging its fingers into the leg. He really doesn’t think he can wait until they get home.
“Eddie.” Buck shakes his head slightly, eyes not leaving the road. “We’re not gonna have sex on the side of the road.”
Or, Buck and Eddie have car sex on the side of the road.
one of my absolute favorite fics I've written and i think my fave smut ngl haha
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October
the next best thing
buddie, E, 9k
And, look, Eddie could say that it’s all good, delete the message, and pretend it never happened. Except, the more he looks, the more turned on he gets, and his hand starts stroking his dick through the fabric, and- and his mind is clouded by arousal and jealousy, and such strong feeling of possessive want, he’s not thinking when he throws the covers away, takes a picture of his bulge, cock hard and leaking, a wet spot visible on his underwear, and sends it to Buck in response, with a text that says ‘no worries, I liked it. fuck, I want that gorgeous cock all to myself’. It’s so unlike him, he’d never even taken a nude picture before now, but- but this is Buck, who makes some sort of crazy possessive beast roar to life in his chest, and has his body screaming at him to do something, anything to get Buck’s attention on him, instead of whoever the hell was on the receiving end of the messages leading to that one.
‘HOLY SHIT’ is what he gets back, and not even two seconds later, Buck’s calling him.
Or, Buck accidentally sends a nude and a spicy text to Eddie - things escalate from there.
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November
I wanna spend my forever like that
buddie, G, 8.6k
Eddie catches a cold and stubbornly denies he's sick, while a fondly exasperated Buck is trying to take care of him.
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Writing Round-Up: Share what you wrote this year! It can be works you posted to Ao3, Wattpad, Tumblr, or anywhere else! You can share everything you wrote or just the ones your most excited about.
no pressure tags: @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @honestlydarkprincess @eddiebabygirldiaz @watchyourbuck @daffi-990 @loserdiaz @lover-of-mine @giddyupbuck @spotsandsocks @housewifebuck @underwater-ninja-13 @hoodie-buck @monsterrae1 @hippolotamus @disasterbuckdiaz @jamespearce9-1-1 @jeeyuns @callmenewbie @thewolvesof1998 @jesuisici33 @steadfastsaturnsrings @pirrusstuff @fortheloveofbuddie
#2023 writing round-up#writing round-up#tag games#i wrote so much at in march-april-may and then there's a decline lmao#self recs#i love most of the fics on here ngl#this year has been good when it comes to writing#clearly the lightning got to me lmao how did i write so much about it#this is so long lmao but ill never pass an opportunity to self rec sns 🙈
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Tagged by @toboldlynerd and by @die-schwanenkoenigin , thank you! <3
15 Questions for 15 Friends
ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?
Not to my knowledge
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?
Probably today? About fanfics or memes or something? Oh! I remember, it was this post.
DO YOU HAVE KIDS?
No and don't plan to!
WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?
As a kid I did Judo for a while, then horse riding, unicycling, and handball
I did and, while not regularly atm, still really like to dance :) took standard&latin classes from age 14-18 and again in the last couple years, modern dance both during my bachelor's and the first years of my master's degree, and a semester of pole dance
My absolute favourite: aerial silks ♡ I've been doing it on and of since I was 11, depending on whether I could take classes or find a place for my own silks in the towns I lived - I'm still trying to find a place to practice again at the moment, but I went to classes in a studio last year and even was part of a performance in December, first time in ages :)
DO YOU USE SARCASM?
:}
WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?
No idea?? Vibes?
WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOR?
Brown
SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?
Happy happy happy happy happy
ANY TALENTS?
I can wiggle my eyebrows separately. Also my ears.
WHERE WERE YOU BORN?
Germany
WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?
At the moment mostly reading&writing fic and making origami butterflies, but theoretically also cosplay, photography, travelling, literature, psychology, and much more
DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?
No :( but the neighbours' kitty likes to come over a lot, and today a different neighborhood cat came over: a young and incredibly clumsy and anxious orange cat, he's hilarious but I had to gently shoo him away because Disl (the regular visitor) probably wouldn't take kindly on an interloper and I don't want them to start throwing handspaws
HOW TALL ARE YOU?
160sth cm I think 165 is in my ID
FAVOURITE SUBJECT?
In highschool English (as a foreign language) and literature&theatre, in university (try to figure out my degree from these I dare you) intercultural relations, marketing psychology, venue management, and I don't remember what exactly it was called but it was basically a seminar on intersectional feminism?
DREAM JOB?
Getting paid for reading fanfic all day. :]
Tagging, if you want to do it, @lavendelhummel , @cryhardanddanceharder , @ladydedlock , @raindropsandteaandtears , @mindflamer , @asstraightasau-turn , @mimi-mindless , @smittyjaws , @banashee , @nbie , @existentialvoidofexistence , @katharinaste , @grayisthewarmest , @sharkbatez , @gunsandcherries , and everyone else who sees this :) purlturtle yes you too :)
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15 Questions for 15 Friends ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? DO YOU HAVE KIDS? WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED? DO YOU USE SARCASM? WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOR? SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? ANY TALENTS? WHERE WERE YOU BORN? WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES? DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? HOW TALL ARE YOU? FAVOURITE SUBJECT? DREAM JOB?
#tagging meme#tagged#15 Questions for 15 friends#toboldlynerd#apr'24#personal 2024#12.04.24#x#mine#my post#april24 tag
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💜WIP Wednesday Friday 💜
Tagged by @hbyrde36 Thank you!
It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.
Here’s how it works:
In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.
Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!
After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.
That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post.
If you’re reading this, you’re invited!
If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.
Filenames (some of which are now titles):
Fell On Black Days (aka Prison Fic)
Like A Stone (aka Depressy Eddie)
Steve and Eddie 90s (erm... as it says 😂)
Seasons (aka Eddie discovers Grunge and moves to Montana)
I've only worked on Seasons since December, snippet below!
They head back to the motel, the mood sombre as Eddie walks shoulder to shoulder with Wayne, Steve comandeering Dustin to give them space. The ever-considerate Steven Harrington, ladies and gentlemen.
“You’re heading off at six?” Eddie asks.
Wayne hums in reply. Eddie has never seen his uncle talk as much as he has the last few days, this joyous little trio seemingly so comfortable in a way that stuns Eddie. But now, as they traipse along Main Street, Wayne is quiet and tense, an almost mirror image of Eddie. They’re both walking to the gallows, time running short for them both.
“Listen to me, boy,” Wayne says, eventually breaking the silence. Eddie turns to face him and sees the tension in Wayne’s brow. “You can come home whenever you want. You know that right?”
Eddie sighs.
He’d been expecting it. “I know that.”
“I just…” Wayne shakes his head a little like he’s trying to decide whether or not to carry on. But carry on he does. “I know there are things you haven’t told me. About Seattle.” Eddie begins to interrupt, but Wayne just raises his hand to cut him off. “I’m not asking you to tell me, and I’m not trying to make you guilty for keeping secrets. You’re a grown man, you’re entitled to your privacy.”
“Can you tell Dustin that?” Eddie scoffs.
Wayne let’s out a little laugh. “He’s something else, ain’t he?”
"That's one way of putting it."
“Look," Wayne continues, "I just want you to know. I am proud of you. I always have been, always will be. But what you’re doing, working, going to school?” He shakes his head, a soft smile growing. “Jesus, you deserve it, is all. I know you’re going to do well. You’re a smart kid, I’ve always said it.”
Eddie huffs a laugh, and Wayne cuffs him lightly, making him laugh harder.
And then Wayne says, “It’s nice, hearing you laugh. I’ve missed it.”
Guilt is a powerful thing. The longer he stays away from Wayne, the more he feels it.
The Hotel Finlen is the tallest building in Butte. Eddie found it fascinating how a ten-storey building could be so dominant, after spending the last few years in cities with skyscrapers. After a while they all blend into the background. But The Finlen stands tall and prominent, her terracotta window arches looking out onto the streets below her, the Motor Inn nuzzled up against her. And so it stands there like a gallows, as Eddie heads towards it with Wayne, Steve and Dustin. He fucking hates goodbyes. But this isn’t one he can run away from.
There’s an uncomfortable moment outside their rooms where no one wants to be the first to make a move, before Steve walks up to him and hugs him tightly. Tells him not to be a stranger and then gently nudges Dustin for his turn. There’s promises whispered, and Dustin sniffles a little, but they’re men now, and it’s all good because they’ll see each other again soon, right? It’s fine. They’re fine.
Steve squeezes Dustin’s shoulder and pulls him inside, saying goodnight to Wayne as Eddie tells them to drive carefully tomorrow, “my Uncle is precious cargo!” and he just hopes that they didn’t hear the little crack in his voice, the tightness in his throat.
Wayne pulls him into his room, tells him to sit, and pulls out a bottle of Buffalo Trace. He holds it up to Eddie with a sly smile.
“One for the road? With your old man?”
Eddie is on the fucking edge tonight, but that hurts, like Wayne just reached in and squeezed his heart. He can feel the heat rise up, but he makes a Herculean effort to not. Fucking. Cry.
So Wayne pops the lid, grabs the plastic-wrapped cups from the bathroom, and pours them to the top. And then, they talk.
No pressure tags, and I'm super late as always so apologies if you've already been tagged by someone else - just ignore me and enjoy your day!
(And if you're not writing right now, sorry for the bother.)
@cchapsticck @devilyouwere @hitlikehammers @thisapplepielife @occasionaloverboy @klausinamarink. @vthx @soaringornithopter @cranberrymoons @penny00dreadful
#tag game#wip wednesday#wip friday#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie fanfic#steddie fanfiction#stranger things#my writing
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I’m being completely honest when I say this: I actually think that Prism has changed my life. I don’t want this to turn into a trauma dumping session so I’ll try to keep it short. In 2020-2022 I was in an incredibly abusive relationship, both mentally and physically. My ex manipulated and gaslit me, and made me isolate myself from all of my friends. As I’ve never really had a family, I was completely alone apart from him. Our relationship ended in December last year, when my best friend found out I was still living with my abuser (I had lied, and said I was living with an aunt), and came and helped me get all my things so that I could move into her studio apartment with her. She also gave me the courage and support to finally make a report. The trial was last wednesday, and the verdict came today. Since he admitted to everything, and the evidence was so plentiful, he’s going to prison for almost a year.
I’m telling you this, because I need you to know just how important Prism has been for me. When I first read the warning chapter, I thought I wouldn’t even make it halfway through the first chapter, but your portrayal of abuse is so amazingly accurate that I found myself captivated.
Instead of it being triggering for me, as I was initially scared it would be, Prism has been a story that I’ve been able to see myself in. I’ve found myself audibly reacting to lines about how Steve believes Billy’s abuse will cease if he just gets everything right, if he’s not a burden. It hit hard, like a punch to the gut, but settled into a warm feeling not entirely unlike a post workout ache. I want to thank you for your naked and raw portrayal of abuse, and how victims of abuse often believe themselves deserving of the violence. I read, and I see Steve, but I also see myself at nineteen years old, scared, alone and hurt. Knowing that what’s being done to me is wrong, but still believing it to be deserved. Thank you for giving me this opportunity to process and heal my own traumas through an unconventional (but highly effective (and even endorsed by my therapist!)) way. I look forward to reading future chapters and seeing where Steve ends up, if he gets out similarly to how I did.
Perhaps worth mentioning, as I’m writing this I haven’t yet read the newest chapter, as I wanted to save it for after the trial was completely over to treat myself. Judging from some of your asks talking about a certain bathroom scene, chances are I’ll be giggling and kicking my feet before this night is over, dreaming about my own Prism Eddie sweeping me away (kidding… unless..?)).
THANK YOU again!! Love you💞
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Hello darling, first of all I want to apologise and say how sorry I am for taking a few days to answer this, I was on a really busy work trip last week. I got back over the weekend and wanted time to devote some time to answering it, but I want you to know that I read this the moment you sent it in and I cried in my hotel room.
When Az and I started Prism, we joked with each other that only five people would read it because of how different and provocative it is, how painful and unpleasant. And it's far exceeded our expectations, but we said if that was the case and only a handful of people read it, it would be okay because the people who'd read it would love it, and if we could touch just one person with our writing, then it would all be worth it.
So reading everything you put in your ask has deeply touched me, it means so much more than fandom popularity, than writing a fic that everyone is talking about, or writing something flashy and superficial that appeals to a mass audience. Knowing Prism has meant so much to you, and has helped you during such a hard time in your life, will have always made the creation of this fic worth it. And all I can say is thank you. Thank you so much for telling me because I feel like this is the dream of any writer. To know their writing has made a difference in someone's life. It's a blessing to write Prism and for you to have found it, my love.
Secondly, I want you to know how incredibly brave I think you are. Abusive relationships are so consuming and they break you down completely, pulling you into their orbit and destroying everything good in your life. It's probably no surprise that Az and I have imbued elements of abusive relationships we've had in the past into Prism, so I can empathise. Honestly, reading what you've been through pulls at my heart. I'm so, so sorry that you went through all of that, for so long, and that you were hurt and manipulated by the one person who should have looked after you. But for you to have the bravery after all that to leave him? And to make a report? To have the courage to stand up to him and see him put behind bars? God, I'm crying writing this now. I'm just so happy and hopeful for you in this next stage of your life without him, and I might not know who you are but I'm thinking about you, and I think you're incredible. You're beautiful and strong and so completely amazing.
There was part of me that wanted to keep this in my inbox for longer and protect it because it's so special, but I knew you deserved an answer. I hope you see this. If you do please let me know.
Thank you for your ask. Thank you, thank you. You, and people like you, have turned the creation of Prism into such a beautiful and life-changing experience <333
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Just Friends- Part 3
Summary: Almost thirty years after the fight that ended your friendship with the rudest, crudest bassist in the history of metal, you run into a ghost from your past while living in Las Vegas.
platonic!Nikki Sixx x Reader
a/n: soooo yeah, here we are. this is the last part of this fic and honestly i was so excited to write this part! with the way their friendship/relationship was set up i had a clear direction i wanted their futures to go and here we are! i hope you enjoy!
warnings: language, mentions of overdose, some bestie fluff tbh
Part 1 | Part 2
October, 2016 Las Vegas, NV
Twenty nine years have passed since that night in Nashville. The one that had, arguably, changed your life forever. After catching the first flight back to Los Angles you spoke with your landlord and were able to cut your lease. You packed up all your clothes and got on the next flight to New York. You had decided you wanted a bit of a break from life in the city of angels.
Throughout the next twenty nine years you picked up a career as a self-taught photographer, going on to achieve recognition in multiple magazines around the world. In these last years you had never married; however, you had a few flings and occasional long term relationships during that time. Your longest, and probably most serious, relationship led to the birth of your twin sons, Theo and Kai, in 1994. Thats right, the universe had blessed you with your own terror twins. You had broken up in 2001 but you still co-parented the boys successfully. Your little family had made the move back to LA when the boys were 6 and you continued your career in photography there until they went off to college, at which you point you shifted to Las Vegas.
Vegas is where you began to work with musicians once more. You worked with different venues and owners to photograph celebrities during their Vegas residencies. You got to rub elbows with the members of KISS and even Britney Spears when she did hers. All this led to you stepping foot back into the world of music. A world you thought you’d left behind long ago. You didn’t really speak to the members of Mötley Crüe. Nikki had never tried to reach out to you but you had managed to occasionally keep up with him over the years through various news outlets.
The hardest day for you was December 23, 1987. The day Nikki Sixx died, and was subsequently brought back to life. You were still living in New York at the time when you got the phone call from one of your LA friends in hysterics, babbling incoherently about turning on the news and something something Nikki Sixx. You had managed to turn on the news to be assaulted with the information that Nikki Sixx had died. Frantically you dialed Nikki’s house phone, hoping foolishly that this was an April Fools joke in December but there was no answer. So you did what any rational, former friend of Mötley Crüe would do. You called Mick Mars.
Mick answered the phone that night and reassured you that while yes, Nikki was clinically dead, he was alive. And he was being a fucking dumbass that needed to figure out what to do with his life. You offered to hop on the first flight back to LA but Mick held you off. He told you that you needed to figure out your life before you’d ever be able to help Nikki with his. And he was right. By the time you’d figured out your life, Nikki had a wife and a kid on the way. But you wouldn’t trade your experiences for anything, nor your friendships with the rudest, crudest, and frankly sleaziest, band of the last three and a half decades.
It was your off day and still pretty early so you had decided to treat yourself to a day at the New York, New York casino, before the rest of the city decided to truly start their day. You had just been sitting down at one of the slot machines for a few minutes when a gorgeous brunette woman sat to play at the machine next to you. She looked like the models you used to photograph in the earlier days of your photography career. You decided to raise the bet, just a little higher. You won some free spins and the chance to play a mini-game. You were focused. The mini-game gave way to a mini jackpot win, about five hundred dollars. While the game made it’s winning noises you couldn’t help but hear a sound that you thought you’d never hear again. A laugh that haunted you like the ghost of your past to this day.
There, next to the gorgeous brunette who had just sat down next to you not five minutes before, was a familiar head of black hair. Eyes, that you just knew were as green as seaglass under those sunglasses, looking at the screen of the slot machine in front of him. Your mouth moved faster than your brain and before you knew it you were saying, “Nikki fucking Sixx, is that you?”
His neck nearly snapped with the speed at which he looked up, momentarily startling Courtney. That voice had been one he hadn’t heard in a long time. Almost thirty years if he was doing his math correctly. Nikki finally turned his head to look in your direction, the two of you meeting each others’ eyes for the first time in twenty nine years. His mouth started to hang open and hot tears started to well in your eyes. Courtney sat between the two of you with a confused look on her face and a quick raise of her brow at the look on Nikki’s face. “Holy shit, Y/N?” Nikki finally managed to sputter, Courtney’s confusion ebbing and a look of recognition of the name coming over her face, the corner of her lips pulling up in a small smile.
“In the flesh, Sixxter! Also, I’m so sorry, I definitely didn’t mean for it to seem like I just overlooked you, I’m Y/N. Y/N L/N,” you introduced yourself.
“Courtney Sixx, I’ve heard so much about you. I never thought I’d actually have the opportunity to meet you,” Courtney responded, reaching out to shake your hand.
You laughed at her statement and shook her hand enthusiastically. “Honestly, I never thought I’d have the opportunity to meet you. I had heard about your wedding through one of those magazines, you did good, Sixx,” you added with a wink in Nikki’s direction, a small blush forming on Courtney’s cheeks.
“Alright, enough ragging on me. Where’s my introduction? You gonna shake my hand or give me a hug, princess?” Nikki threw your nickname from thirty years ago back at you like it was nothing causing you and Courtney to both roll your eyes. But you stole a quick glance at Courtney, not wanting her to feel uncomfortable. She could tell the question you were asking with your eyes and her smile only grew. In response, you approached the man that had changed your life with the biggest hug you could muster.
“Holy shit dude, it’s been so long. Why the fuck are you wearing sunglasses inside?” you mumbled into his chest as Nikki squeezed the life out of you and barked out a laugh, almost as if he was making sure you were real.
You ended the hug and wiped away a few stray tears that had managed to creep their way down your cheeks, your reaction causing Nikki to laugh. “God, when’d you get so emotional, princess?” he added, wiping a few tears away from his own eyes causing all three of you to laugh at the ridiculousness.
“I’ve always been emotional, Sixx. Just couldn’t exactly show it around you idiots,” you jested, “now what the hell are you doing in Vegas? Are you two still living in LA?”
“My new band Sixx:AM is performing at the T-Mobile Arena tonight and Court wanted to spend part of the day here before I had to leave to get ready and, well, here we are!” Nikki smiled at Courtney as he moved his arm around his wife’s waist, the motion causing more tears to spring to your eyes. They weren’t sad tears. Not at all. They were some of the happiest tears you had shed since the day your boys were born. You were just so damn happy for Nikki. Nikki turned his attention back to you and asked, “Now what about you? What have you been up to? What are you doing here? I heard you introduce yourself with the same last name, you married?”
“Pump the brakes for a second, hon. Let the woman breathe. It’s not everyday you run in to your best friend for the first time in thirty years,” Courtney said softly while rubbing small circles on Nikki’s back.
Her statement caused you to laugh. Same old, Sixx. “It’s okay, Courtney. Nikki never learned to slow down, I see,” you added with a wink towards his wife before continuing, “well after Tennessee, I headed up to New York for a bit and ended up starting up a career in photography. Mostly models at first, got a couple gigs thanks to a few girls that knew me from hanging with you and the Crüe funnily enough. Stayed there for a bit, never married but I’ve got two boys, twins if you can believe that luck. And we moved out to LA when Theo and Kai were about six. When they went off to college, I moved here. I’d done so many gigs at that point that eventually I got offered a job photographing some musicians and bands in residence. I was KISS’s photographer last year...”
Nikki swore someone had to be cutting onions in his vicinity with the way his eyes were tearing up as you told him about your life. He knew it just as well as you did, the two of you were like fire and gasoline when you were together. Not helping the other, just feeding the destruction. But here you are. Both of you happy and healthy and doing what you love.
“Okay, stop getting all sappy on me, Sixx. I see those fucking tears. Knock it off before you make me cry,” you joked, making Courtney laugh even more. You liked her. A lot.
“Oh shut up, Y/N,” Nikki responded, not so subtly trying to wipe the tears from his eyes, only making you and Courtney laugh harder. He liked this. Seeing you and Courtney interact made his heart full.
“Hey are you guys using these machines? Some of us wanna play too ya know?” some kid who looked barely legal to be in the casino asked, surrounded by a group of his also-questionably-aged friends.
You rolled your eyes at the children and held your hand out to Courtney, “come on, wanna go get something to eat and catch up?” you asked the couple, to which they immediately nodded, as soon as Nikki was done glaring at the kids that interrupted the three of you.
The three of you finished your conversation at the Irish pub in the casino before Nikki had to head back to their hotel room to get ready for the show. But not before you had the opportunity to tell him how proud you were of him and his fifteen years of sobriety. You both reassured each other that you never had any lingering ill feelings towards the other, that eventually you both understood that you leaving the tour was probably the best thing for both of you at the time. It was your absence, Nikki said, that ultimately kicked his ass into gear following his overdose. Courtney just sat and watched as two best friends reconnected and you made sure to include her whenever possible. The three of you promised to catch up again and made sure to swap contact information, and follow each other on social media of course.
Over the next six years, the three of you caught up whenever possible. When you found out Courtney was pregnant, you bought the crib and nursery decorations and a scrapbook/photo album that Nikki could fill with photos of their new baby. Courtney had asked you at one point during her pregnancy if you ever wanted to be a mom again to which you just laughed. Your answer? “Hell no, the terror twins I had were enough for me. I swear it was like trying to wrangle slightly tamed versions of Nikki and Tommy.” The three of you laughed at that.
You followed all the other members of the Crüe on social media, hell you even tried to reach out to Tommy via DM one day but he never read it, or it could buried under a sea of other messages. Vince and Mick used social media the least of the four, but you made sure to follow them and keep up with them whenever possible. You didn’t necessarily want your first reunion with the boys to be virtual. And that brings you to...
September 9, 2022 Las Vegas, NV- The Stadium Tour
When Mötley announced that their new tour end date was going to be in Vegas, you knew you had to find a way to get there. You could afford tickets, sure. But that wasn’t going to be good enough. But somehow, you were offered a gig to photograph the show and you just couldn’t turn it down. You had contacted Courtney the second you found out about the offer to let her know that you wanted to try and surprise the boys at the show and she got so excited. Mostly she couldn’t wait to introduce you officially to Ruby, you’d seen her over social media and the occasional Facetime call but never in person.
You made your way through the backstage area of Allegiant Stadium, your hands nervously playing with the name-tag given to you out front. As you turned the corner that’s when you saw them. Nikki and Tommy were playing hide and seek with Ruby, Mick and Vince were talking in the corner mimicking something that had to do with the show, and Courtney was talking with Brittany, Rain and Seraina. It was Courtney who noticed you first, her eyes lighting up as she yelled, “hey hon, what’s that over there?” pointing in your direction to make sure Nikki looked the right way. That got everyone’s attention and suddenly way too many eyes were on you. Eyes that you hadn’t seen in far too long.
“HOLY FUCK! IS THAT YOU, PRINCESS?” Tommy yelled, his eyes wide and mouth open while Nikki looked like his twin, go figure. Vince and Mick looked at each other like fish out of water at Tommy’s statement. Tommy and Nikki made eye contact before they were both taking off across the stage, pushing each other out of the way to see who could get to you first. Tommy won.
“Woaaaaaah there, T-bone! Let me down, I’m a grown woman damn it!” you squealed as the human personification of a stick picked you up and swung you around.
“Let her down, Tommy. Gotta share princess with the rest of us!” Nikki yelled, dodging out of the way of your legs as Tommy swung you one more time. The three of you were cackling like a bunch of witches by the time the group hug was all over.
“Alright you two, enough. Lemme go see these pretty wives of yours and these other two hooligans I’ve missed very much,” you stated, wrapping your arm around both of the original Terror Twins’ waists and dragging them to the rest of the group.
“It’s just like old times,” Tommy fake sniffled while Nikki rolled his eyes and mussed up your hair.
“Hey, hands off, Sixx. Only Courtney gets to mess up my hair,” you joked upon your arrival in front of the group, Courtney blushing at the innuendo. That was your goal every time the three of you caught up. See who could make Courtney blush the most. She was married to Nikki Sixx so she had some tough skin, but damn if every time you complimented her she didn’t turn pink.
She removed yourself from the weight of the Terror Twins and wrapped your arms around Courtney, “hiya, Court. Miss me?”
“More and more every day, princess,” she added with a kiss to your cheek, you doing the same to her. Ruby clung to her mama’s leg and you looked down at her. Every time you saw her, you saw different features that resembled Nikki or Courtney. But damn if this child wasn’t a near perfect mix of the two.
“Ruby, this is your Auntie Y/N. You remember, Auntie Y/N?” Courtney asked softly, trying to coax Ruby away from her legs. Ruby’s eyes widened in recognition of the person she had seen so many times on Facetime as she unwound her arms from her mother’s legs and threw herself at yours. “Auntie Y/N!” she yelled as you bent down to pick her up and give her a proper hug. You passed her back to Courtney and introduced yourself to Brittany, Rain and Seraina as they were in your immediate circle.You didn’t need to explain who you were, they all seemed to have heard stories about “princess” at some point over the years. The nickname caused you to smile and roll your eyes, you’d never be getting rid of it. Your smile caught as you saw Mick and Vince looking at you, both frozen in place.
“You okay there, blondie?” you called out cheekily. It took Vince a second before he seemed to realize that you were talking to him.
“I think so, I mean...it’s not every day I see a ghost,” he added, slowly walking towards you with Mick in tow.
“No ghost here, Neil. Just a real, live human who has waited thirty-five years for a Vinnie special,” you added with a wink, holding your arms out for a hug which he happily gave you. You could swear you heard him sniffle.
“Don’t go crying on me now, Neil. Gotta be strong for the pretty ladies,” you added with a wink causing him to scoff and push off you with a roll of his eyes. Vince started talking about how Nikki had told them all about the two of you reconnecting in Vegas six years ago and about how your life had changed for the better after you left Mötley, making a joke at how of course you’d have twin boys, almost like a punishment, making everyone laugh in response. Vince hadn’t changed a bit.
Eventually that just left you and Mick. The guitarist looked at you, a fondness in his eyes.The look on his face belonging to the older brother you never had biologically but were magically gifted in 1981. You had grown. Of course you had. You looked good. Healthy. Happy. Kids. A succesful career you enjoyed. It was all he could have asked for.
“Hey kid. I see you figured this whole life thing out huh?” Mick asked softly as you approached him, the two of you breaking into tears the second he wrapped you into a hug. You were home. Here in this arena, where soon 65,000 people would be cheering and singing along to songs you heard the boys write. Here with the rudest and crudest band of the last four decades. Here with this motley crew of a family that you had somehow wiggled your way back into. And you couldn’t have been happier.
the end! i hope y’all liked this fic! Thank you @youlightmeupfinn for your help and @la-undercover-latina for your support! i love you besties!
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Human Touch ~ Chapter One
A/N: This is the follow up to Playing With Fire, but can be read as a standalone. I thought Frerin deserved a nice, steamy romp just like his older brother got with Leda, so this is his story. I know I’ve got like three other fics to update, but I thought maybe I’d throw this out there and see what everyone thought of it…
Summary: Frerin Durin had the perfect life, until he found out his wife was cheating on him. Now, he’s navigating uncharted territory as an about-to-be divorced single dad. Dating is a mess, he’s dealing with the fallout where his kids are concerned, and really, he would just love a vacation away from all of it.
Elena Madison is new to Sidleburg, new to the history department at the high school, and also navigating life as a newly single parent. The last thing she needed was for her daughter to come down sick, when she hasn’t even had time to unpack the moving boxes, never mind find a pediatrician. And the last thing she ever expected was to meet a man like Dr. Frerin Durin…
Neither Elena nor Frerin were looking for anything, but fate has a way of messing up even the best laid plans. However, both have been hurt and both aren't at all sure they trust themselves, never mind trusting someone else...
Pairings: Modern!Frerin x OFC Elena Madison
Characters: Frerin, Elena, Alyssa, Nurse Angela Hart, Nurse Leigh Addams
Warnings: None (yet)
Rating: T
Word Count: 4.1k
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I know I ain’t nobody’s bargain, but hell, a little touch-up and a little paint ~ Bruce Springsteen
December 15
Monday night, 2:50AM
“Dr. Durin?”
Frerin rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. “Yeah?”
“I’m sorry to bother you, but we just got a call from the ER. They need you down there.”
“What time is it, Leigh?”
“Ten to three.”
He bit back a groan as he sat up. He was getting too old for being yanked out of bed in the middle of the night. “Okay. I’m coming. What is it?”
“A six year old with exposure.”
“Exposure?”
“That’s what they said.”
He slid down from the bed where he was tying to catch some sleep in the on call room, and grabbed his white coat from the foot of it. “What the hell was a six year old doing out in this?” He gestured to the sleet pounding against the window.
“I don’t know,” Nurse Leigh Addams shook her head as he joined her in the hallway. The lights were softer than normal, since it was the middle of the night, but he was still mole-eyed.
“Damn it, do you know where I left my steth?”
“Take mine, but give it back.” She reached up to drape it around his neck, then gave him a gentle push. “Go.”
“I’m going.” He rubbed his eyes as he turned to make his way to the elevators. The pediatric unit was on the eighth floor, and fortunately, the elevator was quick. He was alone in the car, and all he could think about was getting a cup of coffee. Caffeine was a must when he worked the night shift. His days of being able to power through without it were firmly behind him.
The doors slid open and where the pediatric unit was fairly quiet at almost three in the morning, the ER was a bit busier and must’ve been for some time, judging by the sheer number of patients he saw. The rooms and curtain areas must’ve been at capacity, since there were nearly half a dozen patients on gurneys in the hallway as well. He moved by them, dodged paramedics clattering by with their stretchers, and at the main desk, said, “You called, Angela?”
Angela Hart smiled. “Dr. Durin, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you on nights.”
“Yeah, well, McArthur is out with the flu, so someone has to cover. Where is the frozen six year old?”
“Paramedics are rolling up now.”
He rubbed his eyes again. “Is there coffee in the lounge?”
“There should be, but it might be from the day shift.”
“It’s caffeine. I don’t care if I have to chew it. Let me know when the kid’s back.”
The lounge was directly across from the main desk, and thank Christ the coffee seemed fresh. He poured a cup, raided the fridge for half and half, only to find nothing but flavored creamers. He wrinkled his nose, but grabbed the French vanilla and poured it into the cup.
“Frerin,” Angela poked her head into the lounge, “your boy is in Trauma One.”
“Okay.” He swallowed a mouthful of coffee, winced as it scalded its way down his throat, and then he set the cup on the table. “I’m coming.”
Trauma One was down the short hallway and to his right, one of three in the ER, as they were the county trauma center when Robert Wood Johnson University Hospital was too far for transport. He hadn’t spent much time in the ER lately, but had spent enough that he knew the ER docs and nurses, they knew him, and they all worked well together.
“Okay,” he said as he came into the room, “give me the bullet…”
“Mom?”
Elena Madison bit back a groan at her daughter’s whisper. “What is it, Alyssa?”
“I don't feel well.”
Elena lifted her head to squint at the clock. Three-thirty in the morning. She reached over to switch on the lamp. “What’s wrong?”
“My throat really hurts and I can’t get warm and everything hurts.”
“Do you want to sleep here, with me?”
“Can I?”
“Come on.”
Alyssa climbed up into the bed and snuggled up against her. Heat wafted from her daughter’s body, hot enough that Elena laid a hand on her forehead. “How long have you been feeling like this?”
“A while. I felt funny when I was doing my homework, but thought I was just tired. But now… I really feel awful.”
“Let me see if I can find the thermometer. It might not be unpacked yet.”
Alyssa squinted at the light and nodded. “Okay.”
Elena frowned. Alyssa looked pale. Almost chalk-white, actually. The flu was going around at Sidleburg High, where she was a freshman. Oh, she hoped it wasn't that. They’d only been in town a few days, she hadn’t had time to find any kind of doctors yet and didn't even know where the nearest medimerge was.
Still, she got up and padded into the bathroom, where she searched for the digital thermometer. Luck was on her side. It was tucked into her makeup bag.
She brought it back to her bedroom. “Under your tongue, peanut.”
Alyssa nodded as she opened her mouth and let Elena slip the thermometer under her tongue. Then, she sat very quietly, just resting her head against Elena’s shoulder until the thermometer beeped.
Alyssa pulled it out and frowned. “One-oh-two, Mom.”
“Okay, tell you what, why don’t you just stay here and try to get some sleep and if it gets any higher, we’ll run to the ER?”
Alyssa winced. “Everything just hurts… I don't even want to lay down.”
Elena sighed softly. “Do you want to go see a doctor?”
“Will it help?”
“I don't know. It’s probably just the flu, but it might not be, either.” Elena gently pressed her hand to Alyssa’s forehead only to have her flinch and jerk back with a muted cry. “Okay. We’ll go over to the ER. Let me throw some clothes on, okay?”
Alyssa nodded and gingerly lay down to curl into the fetal position. “Okay.”
Elena grabbed a hoodie to tug on over her tee shirt, The leggings she had on would suffice, so she tugged on thick socks and her work boots, ran a brush through her hair and tugged it up into a hasty bun. “Ready, honey?”
Alyssa nodded slowly, sitting up with a wince. “My hair hurts.”
“Yeah, fevers do that. Come on.” Elena eased an arm about Alyssa’s waist and gently helped her to her feet. “Let me just grab my keys and we can go.”
Outside, Alyssa sucked in a sharp breath. “The snow hurts…”
“I know, baby, I know. I’ll have the car warmed up in a jiffy, I promise.” She helped Alyssa around to the passenger side of her Accord and gingerly fastened the seat belt. “Just close your eyes and try to sleep a little if you can. We’ll be there in a few minutes, if I don't get lost.”
“Try not to get lost, Mom.”
“I’ll do my best, Sarge.”
That earned her a weak smile and she pressed a light kiss into Alyssa’s hot forehead. Then, she closed the car door, skirted the car’s nose, and sank into the driver’s seat.
The advantage to trying to find Sidleberg Memorial Hospital in the dead of night was there wasn’t a lot of traffic. The downside? She still didn't know exactly where it was and even with the GPS, it took her longer than she would have liked to find it. But finally, she swung the car into the driveway, looped around to pull up in front of the big revolving door leading to the ER.
“We’re here, honey. Let’s get you inside and I’ll move the car, okay?”
Alyssa nodded slowly. “Okay.”
“Good. Come on, baby, small steps. We’re almost there.”
“I’m so cold…”
Elena came around to grab her about the waist. It might have only been her imagination, but it seemed more heat radiated from her daughter than before and she shivered as well now. “Easy, honey. We’re almost there.”
“I just want to lay down, Mom.”
“I know. Soon.” She nudged the door with her hip to close it, then slowly walked Alyssa into the brightly lit waiting room and guided her over to a chair. “I’ll be right back.”
Alyssa nodded, curling into a ball once more. “Okay, Mom.”
Elena crossed to the reception desk, where the nurse sat behind a plexiglass wall. “How can I help you?”
“I think my daughter has the flu, but her temperature has really shot up in the last half hour. It was one-oh-two when we left and I think it’s gone up.”
“Her name?”
“Alyssa Madison.”
“Date of birth?”
Elena gave her the information, dug out her insurance card, and waited as the nurse typed all of the info into the computer system. The nurse offered up a reassuring smile. “She’ll be brought back as soon as possible, Mrs. Madison.”
“Thank you.”
She went back to where Alyssa sat and not five minutes later, another nurse, in cranberry colored scrubs, came over to them with a wheelchair and a hospital bracelet. “Alyssa?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m Carol, how are you feeling?”
“Like crap.” Alyssa looked over at Elena. “Sorry, Mom.”
“It’s okay.” Elena ruffled her hair. “You get a pass because you look like you feel like crap.”
Carol smiled. “I know, there’s a lot of flu going around.” She looked up at Elena. “Who is your pediatrician?”
“We don't have one yet. We’re new to the area.”
“Well, you’re in luck. We’ve got the head of the department here tonight and he’s really good. So,” she fastened the bracelet about Alyssa’s right wrist, “why don't we get you back into a bed and get you a nice heated blanket?”
“I’ve got to go move my car,” Elena said, gesturing to the black Accord still in front of the door.
“That’s not a problem. Gloria will buzz you back and tell you where to find us. Don’t worry, Mom. We’ll keep an eye on her. Can you move over into the chair for me, Alyssa?”
“Sure.”
As Alyssa moved, Elena went out to park her car in the parking deck. There was spot just beyond where the ambulances charged, and she quickly locked the doors and hurried back inside, where Gloria told her she’d find Alyssa in Room Six, and told her where she’d find Room Six.
Alyssa was dozing, looking almost as pale as the hospital linens and Carol was still there. “Her temp is one-oh-two-point-three. You made the right decision in bringing her in, Mom. Is she allergic to any anything?”
“Cashews,” Elena said with a slight smile as she cast a worried look over at her daughter. “They make her lips and tongue tingle and swell.”
“Is she on any medications?”
“No. She’s always been a healthy kid. Aside from finding out about the cashews, anyway.”
“And medical conditions? Heart or kidney problems?”
“No. Again, she’s a healthy kid.”
“Okay. We’re a little busy, but it shouldn’t take Dr. Durin long. If you want to watch television, the remote is on the tray.”
“Thank you.”
“Of course.”
After Carol left, Elena sank into the single chair alongside Alyssa’s bed with a soft sigh, reaching up to rub one eye. It was nearly three-thirty. Thank God tomorrow was Saturday. She hated calling out sick when she’d only been there a few weeks, but would have had no choice if it was a weekday. She had no idea how long they would be there, and had no idea if Alyssa was sick with the flu or something worse, and she had no support system aside from herself. The last thing she wanted to do was call Alyssa’s father and even if she wanted to, there was no point. He and his girlfriend were in Aruba for the holidays.
She sighed softly, tucking her legs up under her and propped her head on her fist as CNN played softly on the television.
She didn't know she’d dozed off until she heard a soft, “Mrs. Madison?” and felt a gentle hand on her shoulder.
She jumped as if someone had shouted at her. “I’m up… I—I mean, I’m Mrs. Madison… yes…”
“Sorry. I tried to not to startle you.”
“No, it’s—it’s okay. I didn’t even know I fell asleep.” She rubbed her eyes slowly and squinted up to find herself looking at a rather tired-looking man in white lab coat with a hot pink stethoscope around his neck who moved to the box of latex exam gloves and tugged two free.
“I’m Dr. Durin. This is your daughter,” he glanced down at the chart in his hand, “Alyssa?”
“Yes. I think she might have the flu, but I’m not sure. She’s had a cold for the last two days, but tonight started running a fever and it shot up pretty quickly.”
“Okay. You’re probably right, but I’ll check her just the same.” He set the chart down on the counter and pulled on the gloves. “You’re welcome to stay in the room, or if you want to step out, I’ll have a nurse come in, instead.”
“I’ll ask Alyssa.”
“Fair enough.” He smiled. “Don’t look so worried, Mom. She’s in good hands.”
“I didn't realize it was my worry was showing.”
“I can see it.” He moved closer to the bed and gave Alyssa a gentle shake. “Alyssa? Can you open your eyes for me?”
“What… who… who are?”
“I’m Dr. Durin. Mom said you’re sick? You think you might have the flu?”
“Maybe. I thought it was just a cold, but now… I’m freezing and the nurse said my fever got higher.”
“One-oh-two-point-three. Yeah, I’d say you’re definitely sick.” He touched the top of her head. “Does that hurt?”
“Everything hurts.”
“That’s the fever. We’ll give you some Tylenol to help, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Now,” he lifted the stethoscope from around his neck to fit the earpieces in place, “do you want Mom to stay or would you rather Carol stay while I examine you?”
“Mom can stay.” Alyssa managed a slight smile. “I like your stethoscope. Pink is my favorite color.”
“Oh, yeah? This isn’t mine. Mine went missing, so I borrowed it from one of the nurses. I think she has a purple one, too.”
“I didn't know they came in different colors.”
“They do, indeed. You name the color, you can find one in it.” He warmed the diaphragm part of the stethoscope between his palms, then slid it beneath her hospital gown, bringing his free hand up to hold a finger to his lips for minute. Then, he moved it, saying, “Take a deep breath for me?”
She did. He moved it again. “Another, please.”
She did and he slid the stethoscope free. “Can you sit forward for me, Alyssa?”
She nodded and did, then began coughing. He waited until she finished. “Do you need a drink?”
She shook her head. “I’m okay, Dr. Durin.”
“Okay.” He pressed the stethoscope to her back. “Again, a deep breath for me.”
She did and then he tugged the ear pieces from his ears and draped the stethoscope around his neck once more. “Okay. You can lie back,” before picking up her chart to make a notation. “Your lungs sound clear and that’s a good thing.”
She sighed softly as she sank into the pillow. “What color is yours?”
“My steth? I’m afraid it’s boring gray.”
“You should get a pink one.”
Elena pressed her lips together to hold back her smile as Dr. Durin said, “You think so? It wouldn’t make me look dorky?”
Alyssa shook her head. “I don't think so.”
“I’ll think about it.” He set her chart on the tray table and brought his hands to her neck, feeling around and under her jaw. “Glands are a little swollen. Do you have a sore throat?”
“It’s a little scratchy. It was worse yesterday.”
“How much worse?”
“It felt like razor blades.”
“How old are you, Alyssa?”
“I’ll be fourteen on the twenty-ninth.”
“Yeah? My daughter’s about your age. Are you a freshman?”
“Yeah.”
“So’s Maura. How do you like school?”
“I like everything but algebra.”
“I hated algebra myself. I like Chem and Bio. Anytime there was a chance I could blow something up, I was there.”
Alyssa chuckled. “I can’t wait to take Chem.”
“Mom, how is she doing in school?”
“Don’t let her fool you. She’s a straight-A student.”
“Really? Good for you, Alyssa. Keep those grades up and get into a good college.” He took a pencil flashlight from his pocket. “Do me a favor? Follow the light with just your eyes, okay? Don’t turn your head.”
“I won’t.”
Elena tucked her legs back under her as Dr. Durin then shined the light in first Alyssa’s left eye, then her right, and then straightened to tuck the flashlight back in his coat pocket. “Okay. I’d like to draw some blood, Mom, if I can, just to rule out a few things. I think it’s flu, and lord knows we’ve seen enough of it, but I want to be sure, because she’s a little sensitive to the light.”
He turned back to Elena. “It’s probably the fever, but we’ve also seen a few cases of meningitis, so I want to rule that out entirely.”
“That’ll show in a blood test?”
He nodded. “It can, so that’s where we’ll start.”
“Do I have to get a shot?”
He turned back to Alyssa. “No, I don't think so, but I do want to take some blood. I promise you, Carol has the lightest touch and you’ll barely even feel it, okay?”
Alyssa’s pale face went paler still. “I don't like needles.”
“It’s not really a needle, Alyssa. It’s smaller, and I promise, I’ll only take a little bit.” He patted her through the blanket then looked back at Elena, peeling the gloves off to toss in the trashcan. “Mom, can I have a word with you?”
Elena’s stomach curdled as she nodded and rose to follow him out of the exam room. “Is something wrong?”
“No. But, I’ll need your permission to draw the blood and if necessary, to do a lumbar puncture.”
“A what?”
“A spinal tap. But,” he held out a hand as she opened her mouth to protest, “that’s only if the bloodwork comes up inconclusive. So, it’s a last resort, I promise. I do think’s it’s the flu, but like I said, we’ve had a few cases of meningitis and I don't want to risk it.”
She sighed softly, tucking a wayward curl behind her ear. “I suppose. I hate the idea of a spinal tap, though.”
“It’s only if I can’t rule it out through the bloodwork. And I’d give her plenty of local anesthetic so she wouldn’t feel much.”
Elena sighed again. She supposed at one time, she’d have wished Alyssa’s father was there, helping her make the tough decisions. But then she remembered that the reason she was there alone because he didn't care about making any decisions with her or being a team. He was far more interested if where he could stick his cock next.
So, slowly, and not at all certain she was making the right decision, she nodded. “Okay.”
“Don’t worry, Mrs. Madison,” he told her with a hint of a smile. “I’ve done more of these than I can count and she won’t feel it. I promise.”
“Do I look that worried?”
“A little.”
“I’m sorry… I just… I just thought it was a cold and then—”
“It’s been a rough flu season, and like I said, that’s probably what this is. I just want to be sure.”
“I know.” She peered around the doorway at Alyssa, who looked even younger now, her eyes closed, and she fought back a sigh. “But… that’s my kid.”
“I know.” He smiled. “I’ve got three of my own and I would react the same way if I was in your shoes. But, I promise you, Mrs. Madison, I won’t do it unless I have to.”
She looked back at him. “Okay. But, if you were me, would you agree to it?”
“I would. If it’s something like meningitis, you don't want to play around with it.”
“I know that. I do. I’m mostly a rational adult person, but—”
“It’s different when it’s your kid.”
Elena nodded, rubbing her forehead with one hand as she sighed softly for at least the third time. She couldn’t remember the last time she was so damn tired. “It’s different when it’s your kid. And I already hate being in the ER for something like this, but we don’t have a pediatrician yet and I don't even know if there’s a medimerge type place anywhere in town.”
“It’s okay that you brought her here.” He reached out to touch her shoulder. “It’s better to be safe than sorry. In all honesty, I do think it’s just the flu. I just prefer to err on the side of caution. So, I’ll have Carol come in and do the draw and when the results come in, I’ll come find you, okay? The cafeteria is closed, unfortunately, but there is a coffee machine just down the hallway if you could use a boost.”
She managed a slight laugh. “There isn’t enough caffeine in the world for a night like this.”
“I know. I’ve been there. Like I said, I’ve got three kids and they never get sick at good times. But, she’s in good hands. I promise.”
Elena nodded and rubbed her eyes this time. They stung with a fury and she really just wanted to curl up in a ball and let them close. But, since she couldn’t, she lowered her hand to look up at him “I know.”
“I’ll be back as soon as I have the results of her bloodwork. You can use your cell in here if you want to call your husband.”
“There is no husband. It’s just me and Alyssa.”
“Okay, well… if there’s anything you need, just let Carol know, okay?”
“I will. Thank you.”
“Of course.” He smiled and then started off down the hallway. She stood there for a moment, just watching, and then berated herself silently since it was not the time to be thinking about how beautiful his blue-gray eyes were. Not when she was waiting to find out if Alyssa had meningitis or not.
So with a sigh, she went back into the room and back to her chair, where Alyssa offered up a tired smile and said, “I like him, Mom. He’s nicer than Dr. Garrett was. Cuter, too.”
“Alyssa.”
“Oh, tell me he isn’t.”
“I thought you were sick?”
Alyssa tugged the blanket back up to her chin. “Mom, you could totally land a doctor. Dad would stew in envy if you did.”
“I’m not looking to land anyone, Alyssa. Especially not tonight.”
“I’m just saying. You could.”
“Alyssa?” Carol tapped softly on the door and came into the room. “Dr. Durin asked me to draw some blood.”
Alyssa went paler still as she nodded. “If you have to.”
“Mom, I just need you to sign the consent form and then we’ll get started.”
Elena looked over the form and sighed as Carol tugged on a pair of gloves and unwrapped the kit. Alyssa held out her left hand. “Mommy?”
Mommy. Elena couldn't remember the last time Alyssa called her that. Without hesitation, Elena caught Alyssa’s hand and whispered, “It’ll be fine, peanut,” as Carol tied the rubber tubing about Alyssa’s right arm. Alyssa sucked in a sharp breath, her fingers tightening about Elena’s, and Elena kept whispering, “It’s okay, sweetie.”
“All done,” Carol said, untying the tourniquet and pressing a small piece of gauze into the crook of Alyssa’s arm. She unwrapped a Band-Aid and pressed that over the gauze. “Try to get some sleep, Alyssa. Hopefully the results won’t take long, but you never know. We’re crazy busy tonight and I have no idea how backed up the lab might be.”
“Thank you.”
“Of course. Do you need anything?”
“No, we’re fine.” Elena looked over at Alyssa, who was already asleep. “I just need her to get better.”
“She will. And Dr. Durin will be in as soon as the results are in as well.”
“Thank you again.”
Carol smiled and left with the vials, and a few minutes later, despite her uncomfortable position, Elena managed to doze off as well.
#Gerard Butler#Frerin Durin#Frerin x OC#AU#Frerin Fic#Is it hot in here?#Romance#Modern AU#ER AU#Hospital AU#Richard Armitage#The Hobbit#Thorin Oakenshield#Hobbit Fin#Hobbit Fanfic#Fan fiction#The Hobbit fan fiction
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Aoba pov anything(angst or fluff)? Ghost aoba visit shikako? Aoba shikako guardian angel?
Okay, so this isn't technically a prompt from the ask box advent calendar event, but this has been sitting in my inbox for MONTHS (for which I am extremely sorry, demoniorangel) and, here's the thing, I did EARNESTLY try to fill this. Like. SO MUCH effort and brainstorming and plotting went into this--@loveelemental can attest to this--but I don't think I CAN write what I was aiming for, and since this is the last day of 2023, I feel like I owe it to both you, demoniorangel, and myself to complete this prompt as much as I can in the style of the ask box advent calendar. (I will still fill the other ask box advent calendar prompts, even if its no longer December, but I really felt like this had to be done to close out 2023)
To begin with, you don't need to read it, but here is the link to the googledoc with all of my notes and threads and outlining for the fic I was going to do. And let me say, I usually only make googledoc notes for my more serious fic--ie, the kind of fic that would be for an exchange that has specific requests and a deadline and some level of pressure to make it SERIOUS (as opposed to the little bits and pieces I post here before transferring over to ao3 eventually)
That's how earnest I was about this prompt. The concept just struck me so powerfully that I really wanted to do it. I wanted it to be as good, if not better than vows under the auspices (only shooting stars), which I do, unfortunately, consider my fanfiction masterpiece in terms of solid writing from the ground up.
Maybe that was too much pressure to put on it, but I'll admit that the main reason why I could do this is because I don't know/remember enough about Danny Phantom to do it.
First, here's what I did manage to eke out, writing wise:
Fear to Tread (a world unseen)
[this story begins when]
Aoba wakes up. It would be a relief except when he wakes up the world around him is a strange, sickly green fog and he can’t quite get steady footing. To be fair, there doesn’t seem to be any ground for him to put his feet on.
He’d think this was a genjutsu—some kind of exaggerated vestibular disruption—but it’s hardly the subtle casting of a master and he hardly ever gets caught by genjutsu. Just in case, he does quick, cancelling kai. No change.
When that doesn’t work, he checks his face: no sunglasses. That’s concerning.
Hold on, before he panics, he has to take stock of the situation.
Unless he is in a genjutsu he can’t disrupt, he has to trust his senses--
~
He doesn’t have his glasses.
It’s the loudest thought in his mind: he doesn’t have his glasses.
It’s not the most urgent thought—certainly not the most important—but it loops, overlays everything else.
He doesn’t have his glasses…
… and yet.
Without his glasses he can see it all too clearly: his kouhai, she’s just a kid, skewered through and crying and absolutely lost, choking on blood. His blood.
They tied him up and slit his throat and he can feel blood rushing out of him--
~
When you are dead, time passes differently.
You do not tire, you do not hunger, you have no physical body pressing you for maintenance.
There are no days, there are no nights, no sun or moon or stars, no planet beneath you feet.
When you are dead, time passes differently...
... but it still passes
He doesn’t have his glasses.
It’s the loudest thought in his mind: he doesn’t have his glasses.
It’s not the most urgent thought—certainly not the most important—but it loops, overlays everything else.
He doesn’t have his glasses…
… and yet.
Without his glasses he can see it all too clearly: his kouhai, she’s just a kid, skewered through and crying and absolutely lost, choking on blood. His blood.
They tied him up and slit his throat and he can feel blood rushing out of him--
~
When you are dead, time flows differently.
You do not tire, you do not hunger, you have no physical body pressing you for maintenance.
There are no days, there are no nights, no sun or moon or stars, no planet beneath you feet.
When you are dead, time flows differently...
... but it does still flow.
So the thing is, it started off as a simple post-Jashin, Aoba ends up in the Ghost Zone of Danny Phantom type of thing. But then I had to figure out how Aoba, randomly floating around in the Ghost Zone, would even be brought to Danny's attention since he's not really the kind of guy to just go around wrecking shit.
So then it became, well, he gets imprisoned by Walker for trespassing and he's cellmates with Wulf who he can't understand but who DOES have some kind of portal technique, so jailbreak together! Also, it's possible that Aoba can't understand anyone because no one is speaking the language of the Elemental Nations which we know to be Japanese. But Wulf knows that last person to understand him was Tucker, so maybe he can also understand this strange ghost who appears to not quite understand how to ghost right.
And then I got real distracted about, like, Aoba being a half-Uchiha that wasn't accepted by the clan when they were alive and then the massacre happened so, hey, maybe he dodged a bullet there, and anyway he couldn't activate a Sharingan anyway so maybe it missed him? (NOPE, it just HARD ACTIVATED STRAIGHT TO MANGEKYO WHEN HE WAS SACRIFICED TO JASHIN so he's been unknowingly walking around with MANGEKYO SHARINGAN EYES and BLEEDING EXTOPLASM FROM HIS NECK)
And then, and then I also tried to thread in a thing about Ghost King Danny Phantom and how the reason why the previous Ghost King was called Pariah Dark (and was sealed by powerful mages) is because he seized the crown but never got a "divine blessing" from the God of Death so all of his artifacts got warped/corrupted. But, now there's a new Ghost King AND a new God of Death (ie, Shikabane-hime, obviously) so actually Aoba being a bridge between the two so that the "divine blessing" can be given which will then usher in new era of peace/prosperity in the Ghost Zone is actually super helpful
And then, and then, AND THEN I also threw in some stuff about how the Uzumaki clan, post-mortem, were the ones to design the Infi-Map that the Yetis were protecting because they are voyagers and also get incredibly bored and that's how Aoba reunites with Shikako--and I know he wouldn't have been wearing his vest during his death, but maybe in death you wear the thing you think of wearing most often, and considering there is the Uzumaki red spiral on the back of the Konoha vest is like a huge target for ghosts who only know it as "symbol of those crazy mofos who keep exploring the vastness of infinity." And maybe they touch base with the Yetis like, once every century just so that the Yetis can be their knowledge keepers or something.
So it was supposed to be a huge thing in which the plot is Aoba escapes a ghost prison and tries to goes home but actually has to face his past and embrace/embody it, both good and bad, before moving on. Moving on in this case being, staying with the Danny Phantom crew to act as a sort of ghostly jounin sensei/advisor to young Ghost King Danny for whom he was able get him the Shikabane-hime connection to receive the divine blessing. And also, the moving on because almost a decade had passed since the Jashin/Land of Hot Springs Incident: even if Aoba could come back to life (which... uh... probably Shikako could? Do something? Maybe? Or at least do something similar to what is going on with Kisuke) the home that he knows has already changed so vastly that it's not the home he knows.
And maybe he's more needed with the Danny Phantom crew (especially with a teenager Ghost King) anyway. And also, I imagine it will be much easier to visit each other/meet up after the initial reunion what with now knowing where in the Infinite Realms the portal to Konoha is. And also, also, now that Shikabane-hime KNOWS she's God of Death she can probably traverse the Ghost Zone no problem.
So... yeah, the main issue with this fic that I couldn't do is that so much of it is SET in the Danny Phantom world which I'm not as accustomed to. But also, a very big issue, is that Shikako's not even really in this until the end: the most prevalent characters of this fic is Aoba and Danny Phantom characters who I am extremely not accustomed to.
Sorry it took so long for me to respond, demoniorangel. And also sorry to you and myself (and loveelemental) that I couldn't wrangle this fic into anything more. But, I hope you enjoyed this a little bit, at least, and if anyone has any questions about this non-fic--I definitely have a lot of thoughts about it--I would be so down to discuss it more. And maybe it will slowly flesh itself out instead of me putting too much pressure and psyching myself out.
#jacksgreyson#demoniorangel#prompt response#ask box advent calendar#dreaming of sunshine#danny phantom#aoba yamashiro#fanfiction#writing#brainstorm#fear to tread#incomplete
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