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dakogutin · 15 days

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for @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: angel au -262 words

A raging headache greeted Sirius first thing as he came back into consciousness.

“What do you remember?”

Blinking awake, Sirius let his mind go over the blur of memories from last night. As soon as he did, his head protested and he groaned. His hand rose to his temple.

“Not much,” Sirius gritted.

The voice hummed, prompting him to continue.

“I was at… a party, which explains this dreadful hangover.” Sirius scrubbed his eyes and squinted as he adjusted to the sunlight. Everything was horribly bright. “Oh, wait! I remember snogging someone. No, hold on… I think we didn’t because I was too drunk or something. I can’t remember the name, but he was really pretty. Big brown eyes and all.”

“Please focus.”

“Alright, jeez. Well, I think he was with me the whole night. Kept me company, but that’s it. His hair looked soft and his eyes were really pretty too, James, you should've seen him.” He then paused at an abrupt thought. “And I’m quite sure he had angel wings as well.” A smirk rose to his lips, suddenly picturing blasphemous things with it.

“Right. Nothing else?”

A quick scene of the river from the top of the bridge and a blinding light flashed to the forefront of his mind.

Sirius shook his head. “No.” He didn’t need to talk about that weird dream. “See? I’m fine. I didn’t do anything I wouldn’t normally do.”

“Only because I was there to make sure of it.”

This woke Sirius up. That couldn't be James.

“Take care, Sirius.”

Then the sunlight decided it was done blinding him, Sirius sat up and found himself all alone.

#this au idea has been sitting in my drafts for a whole now hihi #been wanting to continue it but it's stuck like this for now #anyw trying to slowly get back into writing #send good vibes #wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #wolfstarmicrofic #my fic

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kindlystrawberry · 1 year

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Hihi! Spotify wrapped game: Doug x Dylas and use song 42 :)

Spotify Wrapped Inbox Prompt: Accepting! 42. Draft Dodger Rag by Phil Ochs

A/N: SPINCH LOL!! Oh my god. This song choice. I had NO IDEA what to do with this. And also how to not make it deeply political bc I’m not in the mood to do that, lol. SO. Here you go. This was my best attempt, at Doug dodging the draft xD. Thank you so much for sending in the request, this was extremely fun and silly. Also thank you @randomstarmuffin for helping me think of this idea. It was gonna be this or a M*A*S*H AU, since the song reminds me of that show, and I don’t need more excuses to have MASH brain rot. Also. Forgive me for any inaccuracies here. I’ve never been drafted into the army, so all my research is from old 1940s movies I used to watch with my dad, and I didn’t know how to google more of this without plunging myself into hours and hours of research.

Well, shit.

Fuck. This is a problem. This is definitely a problem. How in the absolute hell is Doug going to get himself out of this one? He’s gotten himself both into and out of a great many things, but this one seems like a particularly large and difficult-to-get-out-of sort of thing he’s in.

“First and last name?” asks (or rather, demands) the very official-looking government employee sitting in front of a desk, staring at Doug impatiently. Doug shifts on his feet. A whole queue of people wait around him, also filling out their enlistment cards or waiting to do so.

Doug fights off a groan. “Doug Reid.”

“Height?”

Doug sweats. “Um. Seven-foot-ten.”

The man, slowly, looks Doug up and down, and then raises a very unimpressed eyebrow at him.

“Two-foot-one?”

“That one’s more believable,” scoffs the man.

“Hey! Watch it, asshole.” Doug’s irritation spikes, which is maybe not the best move considering the position he’s in. Okay, so smooth-talking his way out of this is probably not going to work. Neither is faking an injury, because honestly Doug’s never been a great liar. He wishes he would’ve stolen his sister’s inhaler on his way here. Maybe he can pretend he has a spleen problem?

“Height?” The man repeats, less patiently.

“Ugh. Fight-foot-five, okay?”

The man writes it down. “Weight?”

Doug goes through the rest of the process with the employee, multi-tasking as he cusses out every government employee that has ever existed (and also every single politician while he’s at it, too), and also trying to figure out another way out of this. Could he pretend to be married? Maybe say his wife is pregnant? Would that work?

A loud noise startles him out of his thoughts.

At some point, a very tall man with long hair had stepped up next to him in the queue, also filling out an enlistment card with a government employee. Most notably, the tall man is also putting up quite a big fuss.

“Yes,” he says with a groan so annoyed and an expression so deadpan that Doug is a actually a little bit impressed, and continues to eavesdrop (it’s hard not to). “I’m actually six-foot-five. What? Too tall to join? Fantastic, can I fucking go home now?”

The man tries to leave, but the employee calls out “Sir-- please wait!”

“Ahem,” says the employee that Doug himself is dealing with. “Attention here, please, sir. I asked, what’s your marital status?”

Oh. Hm.

Doug’s not sure why he does it. Maybe it’s because he feels like a kindred spirit, a little bit, to how much the tall man also seems to hate this whole process. Maybe it’s because Doug is absolutely desperate to not be sent away from his family, possibly to his own death. Maybe it’s because the tall man is actually kind of a little bit handsome.

There’s a whole multitude of reasons. They’re all pretty fucking stupid, Doug will think in retrospect.

But, for now? Well, a man does what he must.

“Yeah, I’m married,” Doug says, a little extra loud and attention grab-y. Before the employee can finish writing that down, Doug adds, “Actually, it just so happens my spouse is over here. Oh, honey?” He turns to the tall man, who immediately gives him a quizzical look.

In a split-hair of a second, Doug and the man share an entire conversation with just their eyes.

You’ll do anything to get out of this? Doug’s eyes ask.

Yeah. You? the tall man’s eyes respond.

Yup.

Then Doug grabs the man by the lapels of his coat, pulls him down (for what feels like miles, by the way), and kisses him long and hard. And kisses him, and kisses him, and kisses him. And he kisses Doug back.

Doug can vaguely feel all eyes in the room on them. He can hear a few gasps, a few clasps. He barely focuses on that, though. What he really focuses on is the feeling of this man’s lips against his, a little rough, a little dry, but surprisingly very pleasant.

Huh, Doug thinks. I actually kinda like this.

#LITERALLY what is this drabble and WHAT IS MY LIFE #I DONT KNOW I DONT KNOW LOOOOOL this was so funny and so. random. and. historically innacurate #and perhaps culturally insensitive. um. im not very pro-army. ANYWAY. here u go spinch. thank you for this accidentally hilarious prompt #inbox prompt #ben answers #my writing #drabble #doug x dylas #rf4 #rune factory 4 #fanfic #fic #spotify wrapped #song prompt #swearing #anti-army #uh listen dont read this if you dont want to #mild implied homophobia i guess????#bc of the time period?? IDK WHAT TIME PERIOD IT EVEN IS

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