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dreblr-fic-recs · 3 months

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Sunshine

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“Dream, marry me.”

Dream turned to look at him, the expression on his mask as blank as always, but his voice carried surprise, “Techn–”

“If you ruled the Arctic with me, Manberg wouldn’t dare attack us for any trivial reason.”

“Wha – No!”

“Please Dream, everyone loves you. And you know how much they hate me for absolutely no reason, but if you’d be ruling the Arctic with me, they’d leave us alone,“ Techno plead, “And! And you’d get your dad from breathing down your neck all the time.”

“I don’t think he’s going to like me ruling an anarchist country with a piglin.”

“Oh you know he doesn't give a shit about you. He just wants to profit off you by marrying you to some rich noble. However, if you're already off the market, he can’t do anything now can he, not after we’ve vowed to the Gods to combine our souls in holy matrimony.”

～☼～

Techno asks Dream to marry him, for purely political reasons of course.

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Word Count: 74k

Status: Incomplete

Rating: Not Rated

Content Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

#rec.dream / rec.techno #rec.george / rec.wilbur #rec.dream #rec.techno #rec.george #words.50k

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kkshowtunes · 1 year

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google citing ao3 as a source is so unhinged

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aloha-obi · 4 months

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In some AU out there I like to think there’s a Batman that started out as more “Brucie” the playboy bachelor than self made fighting machine. A Bruce Wayne who was actually more accustomed to throwing epic parties than punching bad guys. A Bruce that tried to drown his grief in every pleasure the world has to offer… until he finds his Robin.

Dick Grayson who comes from the same type of tragedy, only he doesn’t have a billion dollars (or a father figure like Alfred) to fall back on.

This little kid who wants to take on the mob personally - is now targeted by kidnappers who want Bruce’s money - and is suffering from a complete lack of self preservation and the innate compulsion to swing from every chandelier in Bruce’s home.

This kid, who some people in Gotham’s high society look upon with a predatory gaze and whisper things like ‘Talon’ and ‘Court of Owls’ and a dozen other things that Bruce isn’t sure about…. But Dick has nothing and no one and Bruce HAS to step up and be there for him.

So Brucie, with his years of marital arts training (because he still loves his fitness and the ability to defend himself) has to quickly become someone who’s able to protect this kid. Everyone in Gotham thinks Bruce has matured and settled down because he’s a father now - and they aren’t Wrong per se but really - when your kid is that much of a daredevil/trouble magnet, a Bat-themed vigilante gets born out of necessity because Robin was going to go fight the darkness with or without Bruce’s help.

Just imagine a ‘Brucie’ who wants to forget his grief through partying more than punching criminals … and then imagine how that partying DILF becomes BATMAN - born from protective love instead of long held grief.

#dick grayson #batfam #bruce wayne #batman #batfamily headcanons #robin!dick #I need the 50k word fic on my desk by Monday #Himbo to Hero Bruce #Brucie Wayne #batman and robin #batfamily #batfam au

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mariyekos · 1 month

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Okay to reblog to help sample size!

#erurandomness #erubabbles #fanfiction #fanfic #I have a few longfics I've come to realize I'll probably never finish #but they have like 50k words and maybe people would enjoy the beginning?#and i *want* to finish them. I just don't know if I'll ever get that spark back that'll let me finish. it's frustrating #my perfectionism has kind of paralyzed me and a mix of that and drifting fandoms has me wondering #would people like it if i shared them so they could experience what's been written? or is it not worth it if they won't be updated?#fic tag

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keferon · 4 months

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"Mind if I make a little music?" Drift asked, holding out a hand for Ratchet to pass him the synthboard.

"Not at all," Ratchet said, offering it up by the strap.

Drift spun it above his head, hands dancing over the board and making a truly awful sounding ruckus out of the speakers. His optics were locked on something behind Ratchet. He took the clue and ducked his head to Drift's chest so that Drift could swing. The speakers screeched and a body fell back."

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Unfortunately I can’t kiss the author of this fic, so I decided to do the next closest thing and drew this instead haha

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iarrelm · 3 months

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Hazbin Hotel Swap AU - Charlie. Vaggie. Angel Dust.

Alastor, Husk, and Nifty

Here's the other half of my swap au! I think Charlie and Angel were my favorites out of the six to draw lol

Charlie -> Alastor

In this AU, Charlie's thoughts on sinners are more heavily influenced by Lucifer instead of her mother. Somewhere deep down she still really cares for her people and hates seeing the exterminations come every year, but after spending some time walking around them, a part of her also thinks they might deserve it sometimes.

She's still pretty estranged from her father. She's sort of angry that she's so influenced by him because she wants to love her people so much.

Because of that, she also makes sure to get a much better handle on her demonic powers.

When Lilith goes missing, Charlie decides to start taking a more active role in hell by making deals with sinners.

Mostly, what they consist of is her just asking them to be better. Some of the sinners do take the request from Charlie seriously, but most of them break the deal the moment she leaves their sight.

Does she do anything about those demons? Well, violating a deal with the Princess of Hell does have consequences. :)

(She doesn't do much. She just scares them a little bit.)

Word spread around that the Princess was making deals and some details may have been embellished a bit. Rumors snowballed and eventually she become someone to be avoided at all costs.

She happened to hear about the Hazbin Hotel by chance as she walked by a shop with an old radio in front of it.

She tells Alastor that the only reason she's helping is because she's bored. Everyone else in Hell is avoiding her, after all.

She actually desperately wants to be proven wrong about sinners. She wants to see that they'll try to be better not because she's threatening them to, but because they want to.

Vaggie -> Nifty/Husk

Brought in by Charlie to be the hotel's housekeeper. She has zero experience with this job, but she's a quick learner and Nifty is a decent teacher when she doesn't just grab the mop or broom and do it herself.

She owes Charlie her life. She never made any kind of deal with Charlie, but after Charlie saved her from bleeding out in an alley, she'd do anything to help the demon out.

The two of them aren't dating, because Charlie is under the impression that Vaggie is a sinner. And because of her complicated thoughts on sinners, not to mention the hostile way Vaggie interacts with other people, they didn't end up becoming very close.

Vaggie also doesn't really trust Charlie completely. She seems friendly on the outside, but the deal making seems sketchy.

Vaggie is still a fallen angel/exorcist. And because Charlie has some level of distrust towards other demons, she suspects that something is off but doesn't have enough information to confirm anything.

After being brought to the hotel, she mostly avoids everyone and does her work quietly.

Angel Dust -> Husk/Nifty

Instead of meeting Valentino, he met Charlie.

He was the first sinner that she ever made a deal with. In exchange for her protection, he would do her a favor.

When Angel first heard that he wanted to laugh, but she reminded him a bit of his sister. Not to mention, who better to make a deal with than the Princess of Hell herself, right? He supposes owing her a favor isn't the worst thing in the world.

Because he doesn't make a deal with Valentino, he never moves into the Vee's Tower, which means he spends a lot more time on the street trying to find a place to stay. It leads him to figuring out exactly what to say and do to get a free room for a night until he can find some way to pay for his own.

Charlie offers to help him get his own place but he declines because even if he does feel a bit of a soft spot for her, he doesn't really trust her yet.

He gets really good at reading people. He can tell at a glance if someone is worth trying to talk into letting him stay for a night or two. And also whether or not they'd be dangerous to try convincing as well.

After awhile he ends up meeting Charlie more and more often and eventually they become friends. By that point, their deal has been paid, but now they help each other out just because.

When Charlie calls him to the hotel, he's happy to help. He's the second most enthusiastic person about the hotel, right behind Nifty.

He doesn't know shit about bartending though. He's pretty bad at mixing drinks, but he is really good at charming people, so that makes up for it. Most of the time.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel swap au #charlie morningstar #vaggie hazbin hotel #angel dust #angel dust hazbin hotel #my art #i had the most fun designing charlie and angel #charlie's outfit is more inspired by lucifers with the coat tails and boots #and for angel's i looked up bartender outfits and the striped vests they wear looked amazing on him #this au is an excuse for me to think about slowburn chaggie enemies to friends to lovers 50k words

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blughxreader · 3 months

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do you guys have any yandere roommate ideas you love reading about ? I’m writing a MMMMM long fic (lmfao) with four poly yanderes and their roommate.

let me know if there’s any disgusting shenanigans you would be interested in seeing

send me anons asks and I’ll compile them in a reblog

#12k words done >:) 50k to go #its haikyuu btw #blugh talks

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llitchilitchi · 13 days

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submitting my paper tonight and then I'm off for a week, so:

for every like on this post I'll add 5 words to my WIP. 10 for every reblog. count stops when I return on Saturday next week.

#litchi.txt #the wip in question is a dh fic #its for my corvosider spirit au #depending on how many notes I get on this uhhh #I will stop counting once the fic is finished #I am guesstimating 50k words for the whole thing and Im at like 15k at this point #so in case we overdo it past the 'this fic is completely finished and done with for good' limit Im ditching ur words sorry #yeah #idk if this makes sense but i hope u get what i mean #word count #(<- tag for me to find this later)#(i feel like this might get 3 likes and a reblog)

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sionnaach · 3 months

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“The universe is trying to fuck with me, and I refuse to engage!”

Woe, Russian Doll Solangelo au be upon ye ft near breaking point med student Will and nihilistic tattoo artist Nico

#solangelo #will solace #nico di angelo #pjo #riordanverse #don’t have the dedication to write a 50k ish word fic so #this is what you’re getting #maybe some one shots #but if anyone wants to hear anything else Pls let me know I thrive off of attention

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pangur-and-grim · 2 years

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okay I’m sharing a sample chapter because I think it’s funny, if anyone is mean I will cry real human tears

Chapter 9

I decided to take seducing the mad sorcerer more seriously.

His odd acts of kindness, listening to me gab about my friendship troubles with Glenda, patching my wounds, the dragon scale, it added up. I mean sure, the guy turned me into a vulture, threatened to pull my teeth out, and implanted my chest with some sort of sick torture device…. but……. hmm, maybe this wasn’t a great idea.

Still, I wanted out of this vulture body. He could transmogrify me. All I needed was a path, connecting between those points, a way to ‘make it worth his while’, as it were.

“My lord,” I squawked over breakfast. The mad sorcerer was having thick-sliced bread with jam, and I was having a squirrel that had gotten trapped in the chimney and only just begun to rot. I’d flown it down to the kitchen to eat with the sorcerer, figuring a lonely guy like him would enjoy a social meal.

“My lord,” I repeated, swallowing the scrap of squirrel intestine that dangled from my beak. “I think you should turn me into a woman.”

The mad sorcerer choked on his bread.

After some spluttering and hacking of breadcrumbs, and indecision on my part as to whether I should be smacking his back with a wing, he recovered enough to answer. “Why in the world…...? Also, you are flinging rat…. particles everywhere, from this point onward you are forbidden from eating indoors. Effective immediately,” he added, as I raced to get in one last beakfull.

“It’s a squirrel, my lord.” I said, wiping my beak on the brick oven I perched on. “They have the fluffy tails, that’s how you can tell.”

“Stop that! Stop that!” The sorcerer rose to shoo me off the oven and, confused, I circled the room and landed on a chair.

“Anyway, so the transmogrification, my lord. I figure since the prophecy is clear about bodily sex, I can swap to the other one while still weaselling out of the whole thing. Pretty smart, right?” I finished wiping my beak on my own back feathers, and then raised a talon to scratch an itch beneath my chin.

“’Thick eyelashes for a boy’…. I suppose you’re right.” The sorcerer seemed deep in thought. “And you are rather disgusting as a vulture.”

“Well, no, I groom regularly my lord,” I protested, “Look, there’s this nipple-looking thing at the base of my tail, see? And I get oil from there and smear it all over the place. Keeps me shiny!”

“Stop flaring your feathers, I do not wish to see it. I will use the needle if I have to, obey my instructions.” The sorcerer kneaded his forehead with a hand, his toast lying forgotten on the table. A trio of the small humanoid kitchen constructs had descended on my squirrel, one carting it away and the other two working with brushes to scrub the scraps of red off the brickwork. I decided not to protest.

“I have given you free reign of this stronghold because, lacking opposable thumbs and any possible allies, the damage you could do is minimal. As a human, the situation changes.” The sorcerer had his forehead lined and serious, but the lack of a solid ‘no’ made me giddy. Time for a sales pitch!

“I could cook and clean! And decorate, my lord, this place is pretty drab. That’s not even getting into the other stuff I could do.” I cocked my head in what I hoped to be a significant manner, vultures not having any eyebrows to raise.

“The other stuff? No, no, no I see that look on your face, please don’t answer, I know exactly where this is going.” The sorcerer’s eye flashed, and another little construct emerged to carry away his toast. Disappointment struck – I’d been hoping the sorcerer would eventually exit the kitchen having forgotten it entirely, leaving the crisp bread available for plundering. But back to selling myself.

“No, see my lord, I reckon I could perform se-“

“Shut up, shut up, please stop talking. Alright, I will turn you into a human woman if you agree to one condition.” The mad sorcerer raised a single bony finger.

“Oh, my lord?” Joy and relief unfolded like a flower. “And what’s that?”

“Please stop trying to seduce me.”

#the context is that there's a prophecy about the knight's death #but he looks a specific way in that prophecy. so they're avoiding it through shenanigans #im at 50k words as of today

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cookinguptales · 11 months

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*spins the meta wheel* yeah okay, let's talk about Nandor.

One of the things that's always fascinated me most about his character is the way he desperately wants change but also seems to be more terrified of it than all the other characters put together. He talks about wanting things to be different a lot, but he always sabotages anything that might really materially change his life.

Like -- this quest for love. He talks about how much he wants a partner, he wants his life to change, but what do we actually see? In s3 and the beginning of s4, he's just consistently going after women who don't really want him instead of spending time developing the relationships he already has. He dips into shallow relationship after shallow relationship because the real relationships, the ones that might actually change his life, terrify him. The best/worst of these is probably the cult dedicated to literally living in a fantasy version of the past, which like. Not really helping him beat those afraid-of-change allegations.

(You can learn all the 80s and 90s songs you want, Nandor, we both know only Guillermo is exposing you to modern pop culture! And yeah, there's more than one metaphor there...)

And then in s4, he decides he wants a wife, so he chooses one in the most haphazard way possible and makes both of their lives miserable. He is constantly changing her to make her easier for him to deal with without actually changing his life, and then he gets rid of her when he's fed up with the monster that he's created.

His whole thing with the Djinn is that he's constantly asking him to change things -- and then change them back. He wastes so many wishes on things like Marwa. I want this. No, that. No, that. No, put it all back to the way it was originally.

He does this over and over and over, and nothing seems to perturb him more than finding out that things have changed when he wasn't looking. (See: his difficulty accepting that Laszlo is creating relationships with other people, his spiraling over the big bang, etc.)

So... how does this pertain to Guillermo?

Guillermo's frustrated with Nandor at the end of s4 because Nandor likes the status quo. Things are different, are constantly changing, but Nandor refuses to acknowledge any of that. (He even mentions off-hand that he forgets Guillermo is a slayer sometimes.) Guillermo has always worked for them all under the promise of change, so you could see why this would freak him out a little. He's realizing that things will never change with Nandor because Nandor won't let them. He's so scared of change that he just straight-up ignores it and hopes it will go away -- when he's not actively trying to stop it.

Nandor, who has been making and breaking plans with an almost manic frenzy for the entire season, is finally calm at the end of s4. Why? Because he thinks that everything has gone back to normal. Marwa is gone. Freddie is gone. Guillermo is no longer talking about leaving. Those are the important ones for him, but then Colin Robinson also returns and the house is set to rights, too, so like... why should he worry?

He has no idea what he's already lost. That's what's making me crazy. He doesn't know that he's already lost everything that matters to him. But I think he suspects.

The thing is, Nandor throws himself into his books and his self-help and everything else because I think he can tell, at least on a subconscious level, that things have changed. Indelibly. He knows that Guillermo has changed, and that's probably the one kind of change that scares him more than anything else.

But despite the fact that Nandor can tell that something is up, he still keeps insisting that it's no big deal. It must be some small perceived slight or something. It can't be a huge change that Guillermo is keeping from him. No, no, he already figured that out. He managed to reel Guillermo back in with the wedding scheme. He doesn't have to worry about Guillermo straying again.

:')

He's afraid of losing Guillermo to change, so he prevents change and ignores what he can't prevent. He doesn't realize that that's exactly what's driving Guillermo away. That it's already driven Guillermo away. Nandor's put the idea of Guillermo's transformation up on a shelf, nice to look at occasionally but not a thing he really has to interact with. The theoretical option for change is there, but he doesn't have to worry about it actually affecting his life.

As always, he's attracted to it, but it also scares him. He'll make a glitter portrait of a vampiric Guillermo at his side, but he can't seem to fully get his head (and heart) around the reality of giving Guillermo that kind of power and freedom.

He's afraid that giving Guillermo that kind of power/freedom will change their relationship further, when he's finally gotten it the way he (thinks he) likes it, and he's even more afraid that if Guillermo's leash is taken off, he'll run. He spent all of s4 trying to keep Guillermo from running, but he still seems to believe down deep that he'll do it.

And... he wasn't wrong. Guillermo did go elsewhere to get his bite. But Nandor is very much the one who drove him to do it. I think that's the tragic thing, isn't it? He was so afraid of his relationship with Guillermo changing that he forced Guillermo's hand, which caused the exact kind of change that he was most afraid of. Guillermo distancing himself, Guillermo leaving, Guillermo -- well, cuckolding him, really.

I think it's fixable, but Guillermo's not the only person who's going to need to eat dirt here. He may have been the one who "cheated", from the vampires' POV, but Nandor wasn't upholding his end of the deal, either. And he's going to have to acknowledge the way Guillermo has grown and changed throughout the course of the series, stop regressing to calling him his familiar, and apologize for his own inaction. It may not be the vampiric way, but it certainly would not be the first time Nandor has thrown away vampiric customs for Guillermo.

Nandor, friend, you gotta sit back and learn to embrace change. You gotta enter the 21st century. You gotta allow your relationship with Guillermo to grow organically.

Because Guillermo's gonna change one way or another, and it's really your decision whether or not he leaves you behind. :')

#see: things I care about so much that I wrote 50k words of fanfiction about it lmao #wwdits #wwdits meta #wwdits s5 #wwdits spoilers #long post #guillermo de la cruz #nandor the relentless

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dreblr-fic-recs · 4 months

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The Doomed Timeline

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The egg wins, the land is destroyed and dominated by crimson. The few survivors can't keep going like this, and the only person who can do something about it is Dream. That's how he ends up in the past, before any war or conflict. Now, besides stopping the egg, he has to fix everything else.

And thing's are easier said than done.

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Word Count: 189k

Status: Incomplete

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Content Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

#rec.dream #rec.karl #rec.techno #rec.george #rec.sapnap #rec.tommy #rec.wilbur #rec.puffy #rec.ranboo #rec.tubbo #rec.sam #rec.punz #rec.phil #rec.eret #rec.bad #rec.skeppy #words.50k

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soloorganaas · 27 days

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love confession - @wolfstarmicrofic - 948 words

If anyone had asked, he would have sworn blind that he didn’t want Remus. Not like that, not at all. It was Remus. Moony. Come on.

It’s not that Remus wasn’t… It was just that Sirius didn’t ever think about it. And then he deliberately didn’t think about it, because he was on the run, because they had to re-form the Order, because his priority was Harry, because there was absolutely no space in Sirius’s mind to consider the possibility that he might still be a person who…

“I was so bloody terrified of losing him,” Sirius found himself admitting out of nowhere. Andromeda was sitting with him on the rooftop of Grimmauld Place late one evening, and maybe it was the freedom of that liminal nightime space, but Sirius found himself cracking open with truths he hadn’t known existed until he said them.

“It all changed overnight - we were heading back into a war, and I knew where I had to be, and I thought he’d just drift away. That it was too much - to keep fighting, hanging onto some semblance of… I don’t know.”

Sirius tipped his head back, staring up at the stars.

“But he didn’t,” Andromeda said.

“No, he didn’t,” Sirius replied, some note of bittersweet surprise running through his voice. “Did the opposite, actually. And I still… I’m just so glad he’s here. Every day. I’m so glad.”

“I would be too, living here,” Andromeda said, earning a dark huff of laughter in response.

Maybe he shouldn’t have been surprised, in hindsight - but when Sirius allowed himself just a fraction of a moment to consider whether he might actually… well, he couldn’t un-know what he knew now.

There was no way out but through. Remus was right there, for christ’s sake. Sirius couldn’t keep this under control; he barely had any grip on his sanity as it was.

He probably could have picked a better moment, but there they were, searching the library for something on wolfsbane - Sirius could make that potion for Remus himself, thanks, and fuck that other slimy git - when it all came tumbling out.

“Oi, you got a moment?”

Remus glanced up from the aging volume he had half-open against the bookshelf; he gently closed it, slotting it carefully back into place, then turned to Sirius with his full attention.

“I’m all ears.”

“Yeah…” Sirius nodded, then began pacing across the room. “Yeah. Look, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Is everything okay?” Remus asked. “Is this about the Order?”

“No,” Sirius said quickly. “No, it’s not about that. It’s about…. us.”

“Us?”

“Moony - god, this is driving me insane,” Sirius said, running an exasperated hand through his hair as he glanced away to try and collect his thoughts.

“Look,” he continued, turning back to Remus. He took a breath. “I’m in love with you. There’s no easy way of saying this, so - yeah, fuck it. That’s how I feel. I’m really bloody in love with you.”

Remus was stock-still, staring at him. Sirius wasn’t sure what he’d expected - maybe surprise, or even shock. Maybe for Remus to instantly confess he felt the same, if Sirius had let himself hope a little. Maybe for Remus to let Sirius push him back against the sofa…

The Remus opposite him simply looked nonplussed.

“Oh,” he said. He blinked, his expression not changing an iota.

Burning, horrified realisation started to seep through Sirius. Remus didn’t… he wasn’t…

“Yeah, look—”

The click of the library door opening stopped Sirius in his tracks.

“Sorry to bother you!”

Remus’s eyes snapped just a second too late to where Arthur was poking his head cheerily round the door.

“Just wanted to let you know dinner’s on the table!”

“We’ll come down with you,” Remus told him. He cast a glance at Sirius, who nodded, trying to push away the hot stone that seemed to have dropped into his stomach and was beginning to radiate pain up through his chest.

He didn’t look at Remus the entire meal, just sat silent and surly in the corner. Nobody bothered him. Nobody ever did, when he was like this.

Molly, Arthur, Charlie and Tonks retreated to the living room after dinner for a game of cards. The last thing Sirius wanted was to be around anyone right now - he held back in the kitchen, mumbling something about cleaning up, then leant over the counter with a long sigh once he was finally alone.

“Padfoot?”

Sirius whipped round, in a flash of fear and miserable hope, to find Remus standing awkwardly opposite him.

“Moony, I’m - just don’t worry about it, alright?”

“Sirius, please.”

“Moony—”

“No, do not brush this off!” Remus interrupted. Sirius balked in surprise; Remus let out a tense breath, then spoke more calmly.

“You just caught me by surprise.”

Sirius frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I wasn’t expecting you to say something like that. Ever, really. But especially not in the middle of the library.”

There was a glimmer of a smile on his lips, and Sirius’s heart lurched.

“Yeah, well. The stuffy books weren’t gonna hold me back.”

Remus laughed then, and Sirius’s courage surged, pushing him up off the counter with just a hint of swagger.

“What did you want to say, then?” he asked. “If I’m not brushing this off.”

Remus looked much more nervous now, eyes darting down to his shoes then back up to Sirius.

“Did you mean it?” he asked hesitantly.

“‘Course.”

“Okay then.”

“Okay?” Sirius teased.

“Yes,” Remus smiled. A flash of tongue darted over his lips, and - well, that was it really.

If he was honest with himself, Sirius had been waiting far, far too long.

#wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #sirius black #remus lupin #in which i try to figure out what im doing with a 50k word fic through a 900 word fic #i know this is like 6 days late but i saw the prompt on my dash and had an idea #this month's prompts are DELICIOUS #otp: i'm mental about you #hp

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celebrate-lesbianism · 2 months

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Officially so fed up with mainstream lesbian books that I am writing my own ✌🏻

#it's gonna be butch4butch bc that doesn't seem to exist at all rn #there's gonna be toxicity there's gonna be drama #ya'll I'm so serious I'm like 50K words deep into this thing #The state of things is so bad it gave me the self confidence to go for it because at least I know I can't possibly do any worse #personal #mine #lesbian #bookblr #booktok #I encourage you all to do the same please I need some half decent literature that isn't allergic to masc women 🙏🏻

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420pogpills · 9 months

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do you ever just finish reading one of those fics that have you staring at the ceiling in silence because you can't comprehend that you got to read something that is nothing short of a masterpiece and FOR FREE ??? god bless you writers you truly make the world a better place

#and god bless the creators of ao3 #for giving us this platform #ao3 #fanfiction #i am just speechless after just finishing this one fic #no words for it it's STUNNING i want it published #i can't believe people sit there and write 50k+ words for free

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eats-a-berry · 1 month

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i think for me part of the struggle of enjoying toshiro is how his flaws are actually really interesting and i like to think about them as i analyze stuff, but its literally become the same as how it feels for people who like laios where like there's a gut feeling of being defensive... i want to be able to talk about this stuff and the commentary of his character without that looming sense of hate, where it feels that if i acknowledge if something is a flaw its just going to make people hate him more, instead of being interesting or sympathetic, yknow? it makes things harder when i'm trying to be objective about it, a sense of guilt almost, and it makes me feel sort of frustrated when people can't see the same things that i do, where the things i find compelling in a character might be the same reason people hate them... cus it really gets tiring, even though it's, y'know, its fine if people don't like him. the odds are pretty much stacked against his favor on here. but i feel like there's a difference in talking about his issues as someone who cares about him and knows his character inside and out and in people who can't seem to even get all the details lined up to have any sympathy for his situation. but its okay. because in my heart ryoko kui is speaking to me and thanking me for analyzing every last bit of her guy with care even with his very unfortunate spotlight

#dungeon meshi #shuro #toshiro nakamoto #idk i'm already hard to satisfy i already get mad when people who do like him get details wrong #i still feel like no one gets him like i do but not everyone is writing a 50k word essay #that you wont shut up about like you are Sydney

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