#*see* Rem tear out any pages or anything but that's just me coming up with a reason as to why he wouldn't have just known L's name after

[smartzelda]

I am once again thinking of how we never actually see the name that killed L, just his legal name in "Death Note: How to Read".

I'm thinking of Rem ripping out the pages in her death note she'd written on as she turns to dust, taking too the only written instance of name that killed the world's greatest detective, quite possibly as one last act of defiance against Light Yagami. Thinking of how if she hadn't, Light would have read the final name she'd written, kept inside him the knowledge that he's one of the only humans alive to keep the name that L felt was *his* at the day he died. Sure, he could've just attached hard to how he wanted to remember L, but it doesn't take away the fact that it feels as if he *doesn't* know L's name (because with all the focus he had on finding it out it doesn't erase the care he put into finding it)

I'm thinking of L, who's never really identified himself with a name. Not his legal name, given to him by his guardian, nor any of his number of aliases. He might as well have been L Lawliet just as much as he was the detective L, or Eraldo Coil, or Deneuve, or even his brief stint as Hideki Ryuga. He's been called so many names in his life, but doesn't identify with any of them. I'm thinking of the fact that Near and Mello clearly identify themselves as their legal names despite their similar use of aliases, the way that their legal names are explicitly the names needed to kill them. However, with L, we never see his legal name written down in the note nor do we get to see the name floating above his head. Unlike others from a similar background, we don't know the name that killed him, nor does he seem to identify with his legal name.

Of course, this brings up exactly what the name had killed him was, and if it simply was his legal name, why it wasn't just shown as with other characters. For someone who couldn't seem to form an attachment around any of the many names they've been called, I almost wonder if the name that killed him was something secret, played around with in his head, something only he (and someone with the eyes of course) would know.

#l lawliet #death note #A man can have so much trans subtext its unreal #By all means it would have made total sense for him to attach to his legal name‚ seeing that it was given to him by his longest living #guardian and was a substitute to him having none at all and yet #In some ways it almost brings into question how strained his relationship with Watari may have been‚ but also it reeks of subtext #Not identifying with your legal name or any name most people call you #That being said I am also uh lawlight trash so the monkeybrain also shoves all this thought aside and goes 'Okay but wouldn't it be funny #if the name that killed him was like Ryuzaki Yagami or some shit even though that probably doesn't make sense? The pain.' #Idk man I just think it says something that Light seems to never be allowed to know what name killed him‚ that it was never mentioned in #the source material (not even his legal)‚ and that other people from whammy's house in opposition to Light had their names needed to kill #them be their legal names/we get to see the names that killed them #I just be thinking #edit: I should also specify that some of this is canon interpretation while some is like shaping headcanon (for example it's not as if we #*see* Rem tear out any pages or anything but that's just me coming up with a reason as to why he wouldn't have just known L's name after #picking up her note and opening it for the first time)

[jaehyunzzmilk]

make a wish

pairing: johnjae x reader (incubus angels)

word count: 2.1 k

genre: smut

summary: imagine johnny and jaehyun appearing in your room to satisfy your sexual dreams

notes: hey angels, as promised I'm uploading the first part of this fic I've always wanted to write, first chapter has to be with johnny and why not add my other bias, god gave us two holes for a reason lol next parts will be with other nct members but omg I got so horny while writing this, hope you like it, leave a feedback if you like

warnings: threesome, fingering, oral (male and female receiving), unprotected sex, double penetration, spanking, biting, choking, cum play, anal (female receiving)

"Make A Wish"

You're searching for some books at the occultism part at the library, you're not exactly sure what you're looking for, you just hope to find some answers for the dreams you're having. It was always the same dreams, well not the same story every time but it was always with the same men and at the same place, since you could remember. "Aren't people supposed to have different dreams?"

But the funny thing is, you're not afraid, the dreams are not nightmares, you actually like the feeling. There are these beautiful men, you think they are angels, always the same ones, there's something about them, when they appear in your dreams you get a level of serotonin you don't need anything else, you can feel them touching you, it's like you loved them.

You were almost obsessed with it, to a level where you spent most of your time sleeping trying to dream about it again. Of course you couldn't tell them to any therapist or friend because they would say you were insane, so you decided to do your own research.

While searching over the bookshelves, a word grabs your attention "Incubus".

'These demons crave sex and often attack their victims while they sleep.' You've heard about this before. While reading that quote a flash went through your brain of one of them fucking you, you couldn't remember which one was it, but the fact that you had a better feeling of orgasm from a dream that your real life was exciting. Maybe that was the reason you wanted to dream about it again.

Do you know that feeling when you wake up from a dream and don't remember about it at all? But you know you had the dream, and who it was with. That's how you feel about the demons or angels from your dreams. But the only thing you're sure it's you have to find a way to extend the feelings, enjoy them and ironically be conscious. You want to remember their faces, to talk to them, to fully feel them.

When you get home you prepare tea to start reading your book, you don't want to drink coffee because you want to sleep easily. Reading through the pages you learn that since the old days people experience dreams like the ones you do, for some people it might feel like nightmares, sleep paralysis and some even feel pain, it can last years. Then you learn something called lucid dream, that basically you can have control over your actions. You just wanted to see them again.

Can you induce a lucid dream? You were going to try it. There's a lot of ways to lucid dreaming, a lot of them involved setting up an alarm after you're in an REM phase of your sleep, which is the deepest level of sleep, then staying up for 30 minutes and getting back to sleep again. It was too much work, you were gonna try the easiest way.

Hours later, after reading the book and googling everything about lucid dreaming, you lay down on your bed and you try to remember some of your old dreams, that's what one of the articles says. You try hard to remember details, things you normally don't remember like the smell, the noises, the colour of the walls… And you repeat to yourself "I will dream about them tonight, I will remember my dream"

After about 30 minutes you're impatient, you can't stand to stay still anymore, you try everything but can't fall asleep. You open your eyes and stare at the ceiling then you grab your phone.

[1:00 am]

"- I love when she uses that silk night dress" A voice from the corner of the room says.

"- Look how perfect she is waiting for us!" Another voice says.

The two tall men walk towards your bed. They are tall and beautiful. They wear silk white clothes and have a skin that looks like porcelain.

Did it work? Were you dreaming?

"Are you angels?" You ask and sit down on your bed.

Both of them look at each other and laugh, they are sitting at the tip of the bed now.

"- You're the only angel here princess" The guy on the right says.

They come closer to you.

"- You were waiting for us, right? Did you miss us?"

"Ye-Yes but… Who are you? Can I know your names?" You say afraid you're going to wake up and they will disappear.

"- It's ok princess, we're not going anywhere! My name is Johnny" - He says passing his fingers through your hair.

"- I'm Jaehyun!" He lays on your side.

Gosh, how could they be so beautiful? It seems that you're in control of your actions now. You suddenly get shy and don't know what to do. If it's a dream then why does it feel so real?

"- You called us, right princess? Don't be shy" Jaehyun says and moves his hands up your tights, your whole body shivers with goosebumps.

"- Just relax angel, we'll take care of you, that's why we're here" Johnny says while kissing your neck.

Jaehyun moves his hand up and touches your core with the tip of his fingers.

"- Look Johnny, she's not wearing any panties! She was begging for us to come"

You moan while Jaehyun kisses the other side of your neck. Johnny takes off the shoulder strap from your night dress exposing one of your breasts and he goes down giving wet kisses on your nipple. Jaehyun moves your chin to his direction and kisses you, soft but intense.

"- Tell us what you want princess! Make a wish!" Johnny says, kissing your collarbones and grabbing your boob with his hand.

"I want you, both, all night"

Now Johnny kisses you, and Jaehyun starts to finger you slowly.

"- You have us, wish conceived!" Jaehyun says while taking off your night dress.

"- You're perfect!" Johnny passes his hands through your body and takes off his clothes. He kisses you again and sucks your bottom lip.

When Jaehyun's mouth makes contact with your clit you moan in Johnny's lip. You reach out to Johnny's length and start to move your hands up and down, spreading the precum from the tip to his base. Johnny comes back to sucking your nipple while Jaehyun is eating you out.

"- I want that pretty little mouth around my cock" Johnny says, grabbing your face to his cock. He pushes his length all the way into your mouth making you gag, saliva leaking from the corners of your mouth while you moan and take him all in. Holding your neck with one hand Johnny finds a way to reach your clit with his free hand while Jaehyun is devouring your pussy. Jaehyun's twitching back muscles looked so beautiful with his head between your legs and Johnny making sure he was also pleasuring you while you sucked him.

"- Such a good girl, does it feel good having both of us all for you?" Johnny says, pressing his finger harder on your clit. You pull out Johnny's length from your mouth for a second so you can breathe, your back arches and whole body tense because of how close you are. You give a loud moan when Johnny taps your clit and kisses you again.

"- Are you gonna cum on Jaehyun's mouth angel?" He bites your lower lip.

"Yes... Yes, I'm coming!" You scream in pleasure.

After recovering from your high Jaehyun bites your inner thigh and comes up to kiss you. "Look at how sweet you taste" Jaehyun gives you a deep kiss and Johnny collects your juices with his fingers and puts it in his mouth to also taste you. "- So wet for us!" Johnny says, his eyes get darker and he grabs your neck and kiss it from behind. Johnny grabs your hips and pulls down on his lap, he teases you brushing his cock on your ass.

"- Bend over for me!" Johnny says. You obey and get on all fours, looking up to see Jaehyun's smirking at you. Johnny gives a slap on your ass and you moan in surprise, getting even more wet.

"- Look at me "Jaehyun positions himself in front of your mouth and grabs your neck hard while Johnny enters your pussy with one deep thrust. He fucks you hard and deep while Jaehyun chokes you.

You reach for Jaehyun's dick hard on his stomach and take him in your mouth. You pick up a rhythm, tears coming out of your face from being stuffed with both of their dicks, room filled with the obscene noises of moans and skin slapping. Jaehyun moves his hips deep in your throat making you gag and choke and each one of your moans sends vibrations making him twitch. Jaehyun pulls out for a moment just to tease his tip on your lips, then you deepthroat him again. Johnny's thrusts are getting faster, making you moan into Jaehyn's cock, Johnny is moaning hard as well. "- I'm gonna cum" He digs his nails into your hips and comes hard inside you. At the same time Jaehyun removes himself from your mouth and grabs his dick in his hands "- Me too" he says. With no warning Jaehyun releases into your face making a mess, splashes of cum all over your face. Johnny is still inside you, he pulls your chest against his, holding your boob with your hand and your neck with the other. "- Look at the mess Jaehyun did to your pretty face, you like that don't you?" You push down in his cock and start moving your hips in circle motions "- You're so dirty, are you gonna come for us one more time?" Johnny asks. Johnny holding your weight on him, Jaehyun puts his fingers on your lower ab. "You look so good with Johnny's cook deep in your pussy" Jaehyun teases you while you keep thrusting on Johnny, he puts his hand in your belly, right where Johnny's dick is, then lowers to your clit. "- Cum for us one more time" Jaehyun says. You cum on Johnny's dick, legs shaking and you relapse on your bed.

Johnny and Jaehyun lay on your sides, Jaehyun is facing you and Johnny is behind. Johnny pulls your hair exposing the back of your neck giving you a kiss. "- Are you ready for round 2?" Jaehyun asks, kissing you. He lifts one of your legs, giving an easy access to your core, he teases your pussy lips with his tip, you whine wanting more. Johnny takes the leaking cum from your core to your butt hole, inserting a finger carefully to stretch you out. You squirm to reach Johnny's face and kiss him, rolling your hips to feel Jaehyun's dick brushing against your core and Johnny's fingers on your ass. "- Do you want our cocks filling you up? Can you handle that?" Johnny asks. "-Yes, yes please fuck me, I can take it".

Jaehyun stops the teasing and pulls his whole length into you, then pulls slowly out leaving only the tip inside you, he keeps doing that over and over, the overstimulation in your pussy lips is driving you insane, you whine. "- Sorry, I didn't hear you" Johnny says and slides his cock into your ass, you moan even louder than before with every thrust. The new feeling of pleasure consumes your body, two cocks inside your holes filling you up so good. They were being more gentle, the thrusts were slow but deep. Their hands running all over your body.

"- Fuck, how can you be so tight?" Jaehyun moans "You'll be so full with our cum" you drag your nails into his back. You tilt your head back, resting on Johnny's chest.

"Oh God, I can't hold for much longer!" You scream. Your body and mind are going blank with the overstimulation. Johnny and Jaehyun still thrusting into you, deeper and harder. You squirt on Jaehyun's dick so hard and he climaxes right after you. Jaehyun removes from you and Johnny's thrusts gets messier as he grabs your body with more strength as he is closer to his orgasm, with a few more pounds he releases into you groaning.

You breathe heavily trying to recover. "You did so well, my love!" Johnny says kissing you. Jaehyun helps cleaning you up and softly passes his fingers through your body.

"I don't want you to disappear, please stay with me, only with me!" You lay your head on Jaehyun's chest. "- Don't worry my angel, we are only yours!" Jaehyun says. "Promise?" You look at them. "- Yes baby, we promise!"

"I don't want this dream to end" You say and fall asleep in their arms.

"Find us in your daydream" Johnny whispers.

#johnny suh #jeong jaehyun #nct smut #jaehyun smut #johnny smut #johnjae #incubus au #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nctzen #nct 127

[lyallblacklupin]

Prompt: Wolfstar - Sirius opens up to Remus about his thoughts on dating a werewolf. Any rating you want.

I truly apologize for such a late response. Your prompt was quite the unique one and I hope you like how I wrote it. Thank you for an amazing suggestion! Happy Reading! <3

Rating: Mature (Implied Sexual Content.)

Sirius bursts into the common room with the deepest frown on his face and the biggest pout on his lips which is enough to cast everyone’s attention in the room. Marlene squints from her magazine, James sits up from Lily’s lap, and Peter sets down his chocolate (which rarely happens, that means some disaster awaits the Marauders and others around them.) However, the only person who is straining his nerves to look nonchalant—but the nostrils don’t help much but flare hopelessly—is none other than Remus Lupin.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” Sirius says curtly. James looks around to see who is he addressing with such aggression, and it is again none other than Remus Lupin sitting with a book hiding his face. The tension in the air is so thick that can only be cut with a knife.

“I am talking to you, Remus.” He speaks again, his voice is emphatic on each of his words. Remus changes the direction of the book from his face as if it is a mask, but it is still in between his index finger and thumb. His eyebrows are cocked up higher enough to disappear in his golden fringe.

“I’m sorry but I don’t have time to discuss anything as useless and pointless as your drama.” He says.

Peter gasps, Lily flinches, and Marlene snorts. Sirius shoots her a glare.

“Sorry.” She recovers and hides back her face in the magazine.

“You think I am being dramatic about this?” Sirius turns back and asks indignantly.

“I don’t think you are being dramatic,” Remus makes an innocent face suddenly, waving his hands to his sides. His facial expressions are always priceless, “but I think you are dramatic.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Lupin!” Sirius looks extremely mortified as he scoffs at him and the next thing everyone knows that he is climbing the dormitory stairs, and then which follows with a loud slam of the door.

The silence in the room is filled with the crackling sound of the fire before their sitting spot until James clears her throat as his eyes—in fact, everyone’s eyes land on Remus who is sitting like a terrified cat, scared but too prideful to admit his harshness.

“So…umm, you guys having a row?” James finally says.

“You think?” Marlene makes a bored face before she turns to Remus, “So tell me, darling, what is your problem?”

“My problem?” He asks as if he can’t believe he has been asked that question.

“Yes, Rem,” Lily says suddenly, looking stern and concerned at the same time, “Your problem.”

“How can you say that without knowing what’s going on between us!”

“We don’t know what’s going on between you two, but what we know is that you insulted him in front of everyone and now you don’t feel bad about it?” Lily scolds Remus, who looks like he has been slapped. He looks down at his hands. His books are still between his hands. He has been feeling bad the second he said those mean words to Sirius, and now he feels a lot worse than a few seconds ago. He is looking down at his book while his mind racing on how should apologize to his boyfriend before a shadow grows on which makes him look up to see James Potter snatching the book from his hands. He doesn’t even get a chance to protest because James is already settling his head on Lily’s lap, and acting to read that book.

“Fine, Potter!” He threw his hands up in surrender and stands up to make his way to the dormitory. He sees the smirk breaking on James’ lips but his eyes never leaving the book page which he is definitely not reading at all.

He opens the door of the dorm, and the air smells stale and something is on fire. The urgency suddenly takes place in his body as he walks around to find four perfectly tucked beds, the bathroom door is opened which means Sirius is not inside.

He sees the window opened and sees the wisps of faint smoke in his view. He comes close to lean out. His side glance catches Sirius sitting on the extremely narrow ledge with his legs dangling in nothing but a groundless view of Hogwarts beneath his feet, and for a second Remus has decided that his heart has stopped beating. He staggers back in to process the view in his head.

“Fucking shit! Fuck! Merlin!” Remus curses when his brain completely registers the terrifying idiocy of his boyfriend. He leans out again to call him, “Sirius, are you out of your fucking mind!?”

He doesn’t reply because he is smoking his cigarette in the most seductive way, or maybe he is smoking just fine but Remus can’t help but feel something funny in his lower abdomen.

“Sirius?” He says again with his clenched teeth.

“I will not listen to you unless you put your anger aside,” Sirius says with a deadpanned face which is, by the way, glimmering in the moonlight as if it is something sacred. His beauty is ethereal and yet so sharp to cut someone’s heart into two. Remus swallows because it is a mouth-watering sight. But then he remembers. This is exactly what they have been fighting about; Werewolf instincts. The moon is close, and the wolf is flowing into him.

“This is not some joke, Sirius! This is extremely dangerous! Come back in this instant!”

“See, no gentleness,” Sirius sighs and takes a drag from his cigarette, “Not coming right now.”

This is infuriating, Sirius is in fact infuriating. However, yelling at him is just like setting more fire on the raging flames. Remus inhales, and then reaches out his hand from the window for Sirius, “Please. Come inside, Sirius.”

“Nopes.” Remus clenches his mouth but then relaxes.

“Look, Sirius, I’m getting really worried for you. Please, come back? I promise I’m not angry.”

“I can see you grinding your teeth.” Remus grimaces but then eventually smiles in surrender. Sirius can be very convincing without any animalistic forms.

“Yes, because you are annoying,” His voice is utterly soft, “but I love you just like that. Will you come to me?”

Sirius narrows his eyes and cocks an eyebrow which instantly causes Remus to chuckle, along with a feeling of gushing love inside him.

“Okay, I’m coming.” He takes his hand and jumps inside to wrap his arms around Remus who immediately holds him in his embrace. Due to the height difference, Sirius stands on his tiptoes to hug him so the latter boy scoops his legs up to wrap around his waist and Sirius wastes no time to comply.

“I’m sorry, love…” Remus nuzzles his head in his hair.

“It’s okay, I know you’re not feeling good. The moon…” Sirius' voice is tired and low. It is always surprising to see his bottomless patience for Remus’ condition, considering how much edgy he can be otherwise.

“Hey…” Remus makes them sit on the nearest bed. Sirius completely sits on his lap with his legs tied around him, and his hands laced around his neck. He looks so small, and Remus doesn’t want to see his sadness. After a long drag of silence and relishing each other with feather-light touches and kisses, Sirius whispers in his skin.

“Why can’t you let me have you?”

“I’m right here. You have me.” Remus whispers back with his lips still lingering on his cheeks.

“Completely…Moony…” The voice breaks his heart, and he looks up at Sirius' hurting eyes.

“Sirius, this is not a joke.”

“Moony, I don’t take you as a joke in my life. Not even in the slightest.”

“You don’t realize how dangerous it is.”

“Then make me!” And Remus winces but doesn’t leave his grip on Sirius’ waist, “I want you all. I…I like it that way…” The last words hang awkwardly in the air with Sirius blushing like he has tomatoes beneath his cheeks.

“You are not serious, are you?” Remus lets out a hollow laugh.

“Yes, Moony, I’m serious about this.” He is frozen because Sirius’ eyes scream nothing but the truth, and most importantly he has completely missed the pun.

“You are…” He stutters but Sirius cuts him off.

“Yes. I want to be with you in every part, Remus. You lose control? I don’t care! I want you to be the most honest version of yourself. I want to love you more. I fell in love with your rawness, your scars, and your real self. I want you to lose control.” Sirius rocks him and tightens his grip on his neck, and Remus closes his eyes, “I want to have you in the most Remus way. Your way. Just you. All of you.”

Remus inhales the scent of Sirius that is beginning to saturate around him, enveloping him in the haze of his soul and body. He feels lightheaded with the softest sensation of certain lips brushing his neck and jaw. A shiver runs down his body, and a whimper comes out of his mouth.

“Sirius, you…can’t…you are…please, no…” Because Sirius cannot understand this.

“Moony, it’s okay.” Lips still roaming dangerously at the back of his ear.

“No, it’s not!” Remus snaps, causing Sirius to flinch, and instantly he feels terrible. He immediately rests in hand back on Sirius’, “Please, don’t be disappointed in me…Merlin, I can’t hurt you, Sirius.” His free hand travels up to hold the other boy’s face which looks as gloomy as death, “I just love you too much for that…you can’t ask me to ruin you! You can’t ask me to fuck you like an animal! I know I’m not enough for you—“

“No! You are more than enough, Remus!” Sirius pleads with eyes that were at the brink of spilling tears.

“Sirius…” Remus sighs, not leaving his grip on Sirius’ hand. The silence fills them up again. His eyes wander around the dimly emitted dorm, then to the opened window where an almost full moon peeks out like a thundering reminder. Sirius looks down at their hands but stays quiet…pretty much tired. He looks exhausted. Remus shakes their hands for him to look up and he forces a smile on his tightly pressed lips.

“I’m not asking you to break me,” Sirius speaks lowly after a while, “I’m asking you to be yourself. Is that too much to ask?”

“Myself is not pretty to encounter, Sirius.”

“You think I need you to be pretty? You think I would want you fancy and sparkly? I don’t expect perfection from you because I know you have millions of flaws and imperfections, and fuck I fell in love with all of those! Call me sick or downright stupid, but it is the truth. You being a werewolf is something that the Marauders know, and that makes us feel honored and so so special to know that part of you. That you allowed us to know that part of yourself. Is it a beautiful part to you? No. But is it a beautiful part to me? Yes! I cannot disgust you because this was never in your hands. You were given this! Worse or best, but it is you. And I love you. I love that part of you. I’m so sorry that you got what no one would ever even wish upon their enemy, but that doesn’t make me want to hate that part of you. I love you whole.”

He reaches forward to put both of his hands on Remus’ face to wipe away the flooding tears, which is when Remus realizes that he is crying. The realization hits him like an iceberg and sobs erupt from him. Sirius wastes no time to quickly hold him against his chest as he keeps rubbing his back.

“Listen, you are not ready, and it’s okay my love,” Sirius brings in mouth closer to Remus’ ear, “I just want you to know that you don’t have to hold back your urges. You don’t have to hold back anything. I want to let you know completely and soundly that I’d do anything for you to make you feel yourself. This is what I feel about you. I hope you understand this, truly, but tell me if you still don’t I’ll try my best to open up more to you. But at the same time, open up to me, too. Be with me, for real.” He emphasizes each of his words, and Remus nods in his chest.

He pulls himself back to look at Sirius’s face. His hands trace his perfect face with careful eyes and he realizes that he fell in love with the real Sirius Black. He knows that his boyfriend has different images for other people which mainly rules by arrogance and reserved personality. However, with Remus, he is a totally different person, the happiest and calmest he has ever seen.

“I love you, too.” It comes out in a wavering voice, and Sirius smiles genuinely, “You already opened up to me, you, perfect git.” He nudges his elbow in his ribs, making him laugh, “You wouldn’t…care…if I…you know…”

“Lose control?” Sirius suggests with tenderness in his voice which causes Remus to shudder. He nods at him tentatively.

“No, Moony. My love for you will never lessen because of that. I want you this way. I want to see you this way. Your way. Just don’t hold back. I am here. Always will be.” He turns his face just a fraction to plant a kiss on Remus’ hand that was holding his face.

“Okay…okay…” He swallows and feels damp with cold sweating. His palms are sweating too against Sirius’ face but he brushes off the thought and braces himself to take that mask off. It feels like tearing down his skins. It is like more than being naked. He leans in and kisses him hesitantly but Sirius complies with firm lips and eager hands. And Remus relaxes, deepening the kiss. His head feels fuzzy, his fingers are altering to the warmth of Sirius’ bareback, and his legs are wrapping round his waist as if they are returning to the place they belong. He is melting in his body.

It doesn’t take long when the swooning is over, and the urge to get the upper hand on their intimate connection grows on Remus. His hands slide down from their intertwined hands to hold Sirius’ wrist. He uses his weight as leverage to push him on the bed, and dive in to kiss his neck. He also realizes that Sirius is loud as he groans and moans on the tiniest touches. Remus doubts that they will get through this. He gets on all fours with a flushed Sirius beneath him. He sees his face is glowing like pearls that speak nothing but reassurance.

“It’s okay, love. It’s alright, Moony.” He whispers and gets up to reach Remus’ mouth. When they share a languid kiss, Remus decides that it is going to be okay. It is going to be alright.

#wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar #wolfstarendgame #established wolfstar #wolfstar supremacy #wolfstar angst #wolfstar happy ending #hp marauders #marauders era #sirius x remus #remus x sirius #sirius black #werewolf remus #remus lupin #sirius loves remus #hogwarts #james potter #james x lily #lily evans #peter pettigrew #marlene mckinnon #wolfstar fluff

[band--psycho]

Remus Lupin x Reader-Treat You Better

Requested by my dear friend @xacatalepsyx​, I hope you all enjoy this! 💛 // Inspired by Treat You Better by Shawn Mendes(Flashback in italics)

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Third Person POV

“Is Y/n/n not coming?” Remus asked as he met up with Lily, Marlene and the marauders. 

“Probably not,” Lily said in a somber tone, her eyes glancing over to Marlene, sharing a knowing look, one that Remus quickly picked up on.  

“Again?” Remus asked, a mixture of sadness and anger lacing his voice. 

“You can’t be surprised, Moony,” Sirius said, placing a comforting hand on his friends shoulder.

“He’s always been a dick, mate, I don’t know why she gave him another chance in the first place,”James added with a sigh. 

“Because..it’s Y/n/n...she’s constantly giving people more chances than they deserve, remember Eric?” Marlene said, earning an audible sigh from the people around her as well as a few eye rolls. Eric was one of the worst boyfriends Y/n/n had ever had; he cheated on her countless times, lied to her countless times, controlled and belittled her constantly. The only reason that relationship ended was because Lily, Marlene and the rest of the marauders got involved, it was like staging an intervention. Since then Y/n/n had had a few boyfriends but they all left as quickly as they came, leaving her feeling unlovable. 

“I’ll go check on her,” Remus said, bidding his friends goodbye before bolting up the stairs to the Gryffindor common room. 

Y/n never had much luck when it came to love, she had a big caring heart, no one could deny that, but she often gave it away to the wrong people. People that didn’t treasure it the way her heart and the love that came with it should’ve been treasured. Many of them would use her for what they wanted, say all the right things...make her fall for them and then drop them when they got what they wanted. Or they’d cheat on her and then come crawling back begging for a second chance which she would give them, despite the warnings she would get from her friends, Y/n/n/ would constantly say the same thing ‘he’s changed, he’s promised he’s going to change,’ of course, these words were not true and within the space of a week she’d be found in her dorm room heartbroken because she’d been let down again. Her best  friends, Lily and Marlene would constantly try to warn her away from guys like this, even the marauders got involved, hating to see her hurt constantly by people that didn't deserve her, but it didn’t hurt anyone as much as it hurt Remus. The light brown haired marauder had liked Y/n/n for years, but he refused to say anything, no matter how many times the other marauders tried to persuade him to. He was the closest to her out of the marauders, they would spend hours talking in the library or in the common room, talking about everything and anything. They were great friends to start with and then Remus’ feelings began to change...he started to fall for her, not that he admitted to anyone (including himself) until one night in the library. 

~~~~~~~

It had been a long day; exam stress, boyfriend stress, life stress. Y/n/n was just very stressed out today. So she went to the one place she knew she’d be alone, in the library. It was her safe place. The one place no one would bother her because right now she just wanted to be alone. Just as she turned the corner to go to her secret space, right at the back of the library she noticed a small flickering light. She froze. Until she saw the familiar face of one of her closest friends, Remus John Lupin. 

“Y/n/n?” Are you okay?” Remus asked, worry lacing his voice and eyes as he made his way over to Y/n/n.

“Yeah….it’s just been one of those days y’know,” Y/n/n sighed, running her hand through her y/h/c locks. Remus knew what that meant. He knew she was stressed about her exams and he also knew that her boyfriend probably wasn’t helping all that much. He wasn’t as bad as some of the other guys she’d dated but that didn’t mean he was brilliant either….and even though he didn't know what the problem was, Remus knew that that guy had a part to play in her mood tonight. 

“Do you want me to go?”Remus asked, he knew her well enough to know that on days like she prefers to be alone, just to figure everything out. 

“No..no it’s okay,” Y/n/n said with a small smile on her face. She didn’t want him to go...she didn’t know why but she just didn’t. She felt safe around him, like she could step away from all of the things that had been bothering her that day and just relax with him. He was an amazing friend. Sometimes, she caught herself wondering what would happen if they could be more than just ‘friends’ but Remus was Remus. There was no way he’d ever be interested in her. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Remus asked, his words snapping Y/n/n out of her little daydream.

“Not really,” Y/n/n answered, shaking her head quickly. The last thing she needed was another ‘I told you so,’ she’d already gotten that from Lily and Marlene. 

“What about a distraction? I just started reading this book from the Muggle world; Lily lent it to me..I could...I could read it out loud, if you want?” 

“I’d love that Rem,” She said with a small smile on her face as she sat down next to him, her head resting on her folded arms on the table, her arms acting like a pillow. And with that, Remus flicked back a few pages to the beginning of the book, reading it aloud, loud enough for Y/n/n to hear what he was saying clearly, but still quiet enough that no one who walked past the library would hear. He continued to read for about half an hour, getting lost in the words of the book, it wasn’t until he heard a small little snore from Y/n/n that he realised she was asleep. He couldn’t help but look at her, a look of utter adoration in his eyes. She was beautiful. The most beautiful girl he’d ever met....he’d fought so hard to fight the things he was feeling, not wanting to admit to anyone that he loved her, but he did. He loved Y/n Y/l/n. But he knew that she’d never feel like that about him, especially not while she was in a relationship. Still that didn’t stop him from thinking how much better he could treat her. He wanted to treat her like a princess because that’s what she deserved. She deserved to be happy. Love was meant to make you happy, sure there were ups and downs in every relationship, that was a given but there was also meant to be happiness and joy and love...that’s what Remus wanted to give her. He wanted to give her his love and treat her right. 

~~~~~~~

Remus ran through the portrait, heading straight for the girls dormitory. His hand hovered over the doorknob trying to work out what he was going to say to Y/n/n...but when he heard her crying, his heart took control and he pushed the door open. 

“Remus!” Y/n yelped, her bloodshot eyes piercing into him. 

“What’re you doing in here? I could have been changing or asleep! You had no right to just come-” 

“I had no right?!” Remus bit back, interrupting her sentence before she even got the chance to finish it. The anger in his voice catching them both off guard. A few moments of silence passed, as Y/n/n tried to work out why Remus was so angry and as Remus tried to calm himself down.

“I’m...I’m sorry..Y/n/n..” he whispered, his eyes focused on the ground. 

A few more moments of silence passed before Remus lifted his head up, his gaze now focusing on her “I just...I hate seeing you like this,” as he said those words,he felt the tears begin to brim in his eyes.

“I hate seeing you give your love to people who don’t treasure it...not like I would,” it took him a moment to realise the words he’d just said, had it not been for Y/n/ns wide eyes he would’ve thought that that’s all it was, a thought. 

“Not like you would?” Y/n/n whispered, the tone of her voice soft, but still full of confusion begging for an explanation. Instantly Remus’ eyes fixed on the ground, opening and closed his mouth a few times, almost resembling a fish as he tried to find the right words to explain how he was feeling but it was like any and every word he’d ever learnt had just vanished from his mind. He felt himself getting more and more anxious until he looked up to see Y/n/n. The confused look was still on her face but just the mere sight of her brought him comfort. Comfort enough to allow his mind to think of three simple words. Three simple words that would explain everything he felt. Three words that could destroy the friendship that he held so dear...but they were the only three words he could think of.

“I love you,” he breathed. At first Y/n/n thought she’d wondered into one of her old dreams. The amount of times she’d dreamed of hearing those words come from his lips, was countless. She made her way closer towards him, raising her hand to his face, caressing his cheek softly. This all felt too real to be a dream. The touch of her hand on his skin made his heart skip a beat as a pale blush came across his cheeks. 

“I love you too, Rem...it’s always been you...no one...no one ever comes close,” Y/n/n whispered, her admission catching Remus completely off guard. 

“When-when did you..?” Y/n/n began, her voice trailing off as Remus raised his hand to cover hers. 

“Since that night in the library,” he admitted, a shy smile tugging at his lips.

“Why did you never say?” She asked, continuing to trace small circles on his cheek. 

“Because you were with someone at the time...it wasn’t the right time..and then no time seemed to be the right time…” He answered honestly, before asking her the same questions she’d just asked him. It took Y/n/n a few moments to reply but when she did a somber look came over her face as she mentally cursed herself for not taking the risk to ask him out. 

“I...I always have...but I thought we were just friends...so I just...i just tried to fill the void..” She answered and as Remus looked into her eyes he saw no word of a lie. She was telling the truth. Without another second passing, he connected their lips. The kiss was slow, both of them getting used to one another's lips, but they molded together like they were made for each other, after a while the kiss became more passionate as the pair finally just gave into the feelings they’d harboured for each other for so long. When they did pull away from the kiss, Remus pulled Y/n/n into his embrace, placing a delicate kiss on her forehead before whispering the words “I’m gonna treat you how you should be treated, sweetheart...I’m gonna treat you better than any of them ever did,” and for the first time in probably all of her life, she felt the fairytale love she’d always dreamed of having and the best part is that it was with Remus.

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[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

James Potter Supremacy

“James Potter is a bully toe rag. He was a bad person”

“Peter followed him around like a puppy. James treated him like shit, that’s why Peter betrayed him”

James yawned laying back on the chair. He couldn’t study anymore. He was done.

“Alright, Wormy. We need to sleep a bit to be bright and fresh tomorrow”

James looked at Peter. He seemed pale, tired, stressed nearly about to cry.

“Go ahead, James. I’m gonna stay for a little while”

“Mate, you need to rest. We’ve been in The Library all the bloody afternoon”

Peter shook his head, staring at his book.

“Come on, I’m pretty sure Pads and Moony are done shagging by now” he laughed a bit at his own joke.

But Peter didn’t laugh.

“That’s my point” Peter sniffed “We’ve been here the whole bloody afternoon and nothing seems get into my brain….” Peter was pulling his hair “I’m so stupid”

“You’re not stupid”

“I’m probably gonna fail. You guys are gonna get tops marks in everything and I might have to repeat the whole year again”

“Hey, hey…” James said facing his friend “Don’t discourage yourself Pete. You’re very intelligent”

Peter snorted.

“Yeah you are” James said “You’ve done incredible pranks with us…”

“None of them were my ideas…”

“What about the time we changed gravity in The Great Hall?”

“Moony’s idea”

“You turned into you know what, for Moony’s you know what furry little problem”

James turned around to see if someone was around, luckily no.

“I had your help”

Shit. Peter was so negative and down. James knew perfectly well that to cheer Pete up, they had to preach him, tell him he was doing things right. James tried to do that all the time. But there were times when Peter just didn’t believe him. That nothing could make him cheerful again.

“Okay” James said opening his own book “Page one hundred and forty what was it?”

“Forty-two”

James opened the page.

“Conjuration. Let me guide you up” James said

“I thought you were tired…”

“I’m gonna revise again, this test is gonna be difficult you’re right”

It would be easy piecey. Minnie usually asked a few questions and then they were supposed to write a little essay on the topic of their choice.

“But…”

“I made this helpful summary, I’m gonna read it. You should write this down”

Peter looked at James, then he smiled.

“You’re an imbecile”

“Don’t need to insult me Wormy, I’m bloody studying…”

“You…”

“Shh”

And James began reading. He didn’t have a summary but he tried to explain the subject as easy as possible.

Peter nodded and scribbled things on his parchment.  

After a few hours. James pretended to study again. Actually, he was reading the same line over and over again. He already knew this stuff. And he was so bloody tired. But Peter seemed to be concentrating more, he muttered things to himself as he wrote them down. James smiled.

I knew you could do it, Pete.

Finally, both boys were kicked out if The Library by Madame Pince.

As they headed back to The Gryffindor Tower. Peter seemed to be relaxed. Cheeks flustered and a little smirk on his face.

James’ heart warmed up.

“Wow, thank you Pete. I needed that revision. I had so many things wrong”

He didn’t want Peter to think he had made James stay with him for nothing.

“Cheers James. You’re a good friend”

James smiled as he rubbed his friend’s hair.

“Come on, I deserve a kiss”

“What?”

“Just a little peek on the cheek, come one” James joked as he pointed to his cheek.

“No way”

“You said I was a good friend”

“Keep dreaming…” Pete rolled his eyes and walked away.

“Oi! Pettigrew! Just give in to my sweet face and give me a kiss”

“Shut up Potter” Peter laughed

“You shut up” James laughed as well

 “Remus just stands James for what he did for him. But James was a bully. Remus should’ve stopped being friends with someone like that”

“Where’s Sirius?”

Remus asked as James approached him after Charms.

“With another girl” James rolled his eyes.

Moony’s face went down adopting a sad expression. It had happened before, when James mentioned Sirius’ girlfriends. James knew something was happening. James was no stupid. He knew his boys pretty well.

“And Pete?”

“Chess club”

Remus just nodded.

“It’s just you and me handsome” James winked.

Remus smiled a little.

“Why are you so gloomy to spend an evening with me? Am I that horrible?”

“Yes, James. You’re a nightmare” Remus said smiling

“Oi!”

“As long as you don’t talk about Quidditch, or Lily…”

“Bloody tosser”

 James and Remus had dinner together.

“Did you notice how pretty Evans looks?”

James couldn’t avoid noticing her hair was longer, with soft curls all over it. Pretty.

“Why did I say about the Lily talk?”

“Fucking twat”

Remus laughed as he chewed.

James noticed he looked kind of sick and pale.

“Do you want my chocolate tart?” he asked “I think I’m full”

Remus beamed at that “Yes, please”

James smiled as he passed him the dessert.

Good Moony, eat up. You look miserable.

Sirius entered The Great Hall. His hair was a mess and his shirt slightly opened. Cheeks kind of red. Fucking wanker.

“Hello lads” he sat down serving himself some Pumpkin juice.

“I’m guessing you already ate, Padfoot” James commented

Sirius smirked.

James noticed Remus flinched beside him. He looked pissed.

“I have to say it, Ravenclaws might be studious and all, but they definitely know what they are doing” he winked.

James hated when Sirius behaved like this. He was an imbecile, playing to be cool and a fuckboy.

“You’re a wanker”

Sirius laughed.

“I’m glad you had fun, Padfoot” Remus said sarcastically.

“Don’t worry, Moony. I’m all yours now…”

“You know what? I was fine without you. Enjoying my tart, and you needed to come and ruin it”

“Lads…” James said

“Wow… Someone is not in a good mood. I thought the full moon wasn’t until next week…”

“FUCK YOU SIRIUS”

“Rem…”

“What am I doing? I just came here to share dinner with my friends, and you started insulting me”

“Then go! Bloody go with your new sweetheart or whatever…”

“Prongs…” Sirius complained

James raised his shoulders “I don’t know what’s going on…”

“You know what? I might go with Pru and have dinner with her…”

“I’m not stopping you!”

“You’re such a tosser Moony…”

“Thank you very much…”

“I can’t believe you’re on his side, James”

“I’m not in anybody’s side”

Sirius rolled his eyes and left furiously.

“Sirius…” James called after him.

But Sirius ignored him.

James raised an eyebrow to Remus.

“What was that all about?”

“I’m sick of him bragging about girls”

“Moony…”

“I’m not longer hungry” he stood up “I’m gonna go to the dorm”

“I’m coming with you”

As they were walking back, Remus stopped. And he leaned on the wall with pain.

“What is it Remus?”

“I’m fine.”

“Remus…”

“My hip hurts a bit”

“Let’s go The Hospital Wing”

“James, it’s nothing…”

“Don’t be stupid, Remus”

James hated when Remus didn’t take care of himself. He was clearly in pain, and he didn’t want to do anything about it.

“Remus…”

“Jus’ take me to the dorm, James”

James let Remus leaned on him as he placed his arm around him.

“This is ridiculous”

“Shut up, Lupin. You should be pleased you’re in this position with me. Anyone would kill to be on your shoes”

Remus laughed “Tosser”

James was smiling now. He loved making his friends happy.

“I’m still worried though”

“I’m okay…”

James didn’t insist. They got to their dorm and James helped Remus lay down in bed. James made Remus swallow a relaxing potion his mum had given him in case of any stress. Remus needed to sleep for a bit. Remus must’ve known what it was because he didn’t complain.

“Cheers”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to…”

“I’m fine, really” Remus smiled

“Moony…”

“Prongs…”

James sat down on Remus’ bed. He rubbed his friend’s hair gently.

“Sirius will stop seeing all those girls” he said “He’s gonna come back to us”

To you.

James saw Remus closing his eyes, the potion was taking effect now.

“You’re a good friend, Prongs” Remus said before drifting to sleep.

 “James and Sirius were a pair of stupid boys who didn’t give a shit about anyone. Popular rich boys in a good position to bully others”

James waited for Sirius to come back. The letter he had received from his parents this morning must’ve been bad, because after that, Sirius disappeared all day. Remus seemed to be bloody worried, he had insisted on coming with James, but he didn’t let him. He had instructed Pete to take care of him. Remus needed to rest. The full moon had been the day before.

James considered having a smoke while he waited. But he thought better of it, he didn’t know how. And he didn’t want to go back and ask Remus for one.

Finally, James saw the figure of Sirius coming to the castle.

“Where were you?”

Sirius’ eyes looked puffed. He had been crying.

“Having a romantic moonlight walk by myself” Sirius laughed “You didn’t have to wait for me, Prongs”

Sirius wanted to walk by but James stopped him.

“Just stop with this, Pads”

“With what?”

“You can fool anyone in the world. Not me”

Sirius snorted “I don’t know what you’re talking about”

James was getting impatient.

“I’m very offended, Pads”

Sirius raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t think I ever did or said anything to make you believe that you have behave like this idiot fuckboy who doesn’t give a shit about anything or anyone…”

Sirius looked hurt “I…”

“Why are you behaving like this around me?”

“Prongs…”

“I KNOW YOU CARE, PADFOOT”

James didn’t mean to yell but he didn’t know what else to do. Sirius jumped.

“I know you care about your parents and it affects you whatever they say on those letters… I know you miss Regulus that you love him despite all….”

Sirius looked down.

“I know you don’t give a shit about any of those girls… You know? You’re hurting Moony…”

Sirius looked up at that. His eyes were glittery. He was biting his inner lip to avoid crying. James knew him too well.

“I didn’t mean to”

“Sirius you’re not made of stone. You’re allowed to feel”

Sirius shook his head.

“You…you don’t understand…”

“I do…”

“I have… I have expectations… Everyone is looking at me…”

“Fuck what they think…”

“I’m so…I’m so scared” Sirius had tears on his eyes.

“Pads… I’m your best friend. I don’t care if you break down…”

Sirius kept shaking his head.

“Sirius…” James said more softly “Come here…” he opened his arms.

“I…”

“Come here”

James hugged Sirius. His friend seemed to be tense between his arms.

“It’s okay to cry, Sirius. I’m not gonna judge”

“James…” Sirius whispered before bursting into tears.

“It’s okay Pads. I’m here” James whispered “I’m always gonna be here”

Sirius sobbed even more on his shoulder. Letting out everything he had been accumulating.

 Later, as they approached the Portrait Hall, Sirius stopped James.

“Why would do without you James?”

James smiled.

“I honestly don’t bloody know. I take you ass out of the worst situations”

Sirius laughed.

“I do care about Moony” he said looking down, and kind of blushing? “I never intended to hurt him. He is one of my best friends…”

“But not your best friend, right? That’s me”

Sirius smiled “That’s you”

James smiled back “You should tell him then. Just fix things with Moony…”

Sirius nodded.

James entered the Common Room, climbing up to their dorm. Sirius followed. Before James opened the door, he turned to look at Sirius, he smiled and winked, letting him know everything was okay. And back to normal.

Then James opened the door.

“Hello boys…. Who fancies having his ass beaten by me in an Exploding Snap Game?”

 “Lily should never have chosen James. He was a bully who molested her best friend and couldn’t take a no for an answer”

James didn’t particularly like Petunia. And he knew she hated him. And then it was Vernon, Petunia’s fiancé. James seemed to irritate Vernon with only his mere presence. He was eyeing at James with such furry and disgust, and he wasn’t even trying to be discreet. James felt uncomfortable.

Petunia was talking about their apparent perfect life. They had bought a new muggle car, that seemed to be a thrill for muggles. Vernon had been promoted on his job; James didn’t know what he did. He had explained but James didn’t seem to understand, it sounded boring. They were talking about the preparations for their upcoming wedding.

Lily seemed tensed. She had tried to comment and congratulate her sister. But that bitch shut her up. James was about to take his wand out and jink the shit out her. But he didn’t want to look like a mental on Lily’s house. And they were all muggles. James had to behave like a gentleman.

Lily’s hand moved nervously under the table. James took it on his own. Lily finally looked at him. James smiled. Lily smiled back grateful to have him here.

After dinner, James thanked Mr. and Mrs. Evans over and over again for the delicious dinner. Mr. Evans was nice. Mrs. Evans seemed to be a bit awkward around him. Lily had told him she acted like that around everyone magical.

The Evans started to be very busy with Petunia’s wedding. Her and her mother discussed about dresses and other stuff. They talked about decoration, food, music all that. As if James didn’t know some spells to prepare a ceremony in seconds. Poor muggles, James loved having magic.

Lily seemed sad, she felt out of place as she watched her family discuss those things.

“James, can we go somewhere else?” pleaded

“Of course”

James took Lily’s hand and dragged her to the kitchen. They needed to hide from the muggles to be able to apparate.

“Where do want to go?”

“Anywhere but here” Lily said with tears in her eyes.

James wiped them up gently, before apparating. James took Lily to The Potter’s beach house. It was the only place he could think of. It was his happy place. He had so many memories there. As soon as they got there, Lily began pacing.

She snorted

“They have the nerve… They just keep celebrating and being happy about Petunia and her wedding… And they don’t have any idea of what a horrible world we are living in”

James knew what she was talking about. The war. James and Lily had decided to join Dumbledore’s Order after graduation and fight.

“I have explained it to them… I really have. What I would do” Lily continued “And they just don’t understand. They don’t seem to care actually”

“Hey, Lils…”

“I mean until they don’t see something on the telly they won’t believe it, but there won’t be something on the telly… Fuck…”

“Lils…”

“And Petunia is now the golden girl because she is going to get married.... Since when getting married is better than giving up your life to fight for something good…”

“Lily…” James had reached her. He made her stop and look at him.

“And I’m doing this for them! James! I’m fighting for them!”

James smiled, stroking her hair.

“You need to yell”

“What?”

“You need to let it all out”

“I don’t…” Lily snorted

“Let me show you”

James took out his wand and performed a silent charm on the house.

“Now you can yell all you want without no one bothering you”

“I’m not gonna do that” Lily smiled

“Why not? You’re gonna feel better, trust me”

“James…” Lily bit her lip

“Like this… Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah”

James yelled. Lily laughed at him.

“Your turn”

Lily shook her head. She was smiling behind her sweater sleeve.

“Come on, babe. Trust me”

Lily took a deep breath before yelling.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

James laughed amused at his girlfriend.

“FUCK YOU PETUNIA!! FUCK YOU SNAPE!! FUCK EVERYONE!”

“FUCK EVERYONE!”

“FUCK EVERYOOOOONEEEEEE!!”

They both laughed. Then James pulled Lily towards him.

“Fuck everyone but you” she whispered now

James kissed her.

“I’m so in love with you Lily”

Lily smiled so beautifully that James’ heart jumped on his chest.

“How long that spell lasts?” she asked

“An hour or so, why?”

Lily blushed “Perfect. Let see if you make good silencing charms”

James’ face was on fire, he was sure he was bright red.

Lily laughed. And then she kissed him so fiercely, like she never had done before.

James heart was jumping on his chest. He was so in love with Lily that sometimes it scared him.

Lily began unbuttoning James’ shirt. He took it off.

Oh, bloody hell. He had had sex before but not with Lily. He was bloody nervous. What if fucked it up? James found himself breathing nervously and shaking for some reason.

Lily took off her sweater and dress. And she stood there only on her underwear. Lily smiled embarrassed.

“Oh shit…”

James sighed because he had no other words to say. But before he could say anything else, Lily kissed him again.

They laid on the nearest couch. James on top of her. He was still shaking, like a tosser. Why did this happen to him? He was supposed to be confident. But James was nervous, he really didn’t want to fuck it up.

Lily didn’t seem to notice. She seemed to confident and sexy, even though James knew it was her first time.

She smiled stroking James’ cheek. They stared into each other’s eyes.

“Are you sure about this, Lils?”

James was surprised on how shaken his voice sounded.

“I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life” she said “I love you, James”

James was out of breath for a second.

“I love you too”

And James proceeded to kiss Lily’s lips, then Lily’s neck and breasts… He needed to warm up his body to avoid shaking.

“Oh James…” Lily sighed as he kissed her body.

This would be one of the most precious moments in James’ life. He was completely in love.

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[sirrriusblack]

34 with wolfstar (or honestly any ship) just. fuck me up

34. “Please don’t do this.”

Remus couldn’t remember a time before he was in love with Sirius Black. He knew it existed, he knew he’d fancied other people before but… it seemed eternal. Never quite beginning, never quite ending. He remembered a time, though, when Sirius was young, his mind still riddled with the words of his family, and Sirius had said something to him. To all of them.

Love is for the weak.

The three of them, Peter, James and Remus had objected to the idea, had stayed up all night convincing him it wasn’t true. And in their eleven-year-old minds, that was all it took. The thought, the poisoned truth to that statement had disappeared, just like that. Except, there was a sense of truth to it, wasn’t there?

Love is a weakness. Just because your heart is open to love, that doesn’t discount the fact that your heart is still open, vulnerable, there for the taking. Remus had fallen in love with Sirius breathlessly, desperately, hungrily. He’d spent all his life alone because no matter how much people tried, they weren’t like Remus. Like a monster. Sirius, well, he’d spent his whole life looking monsters in the eye and refusing to back down. Sirius had refused to back down from Remus since day one, and fuck, how could Remus not fall in love with the defiance in his eyes?

Remus sighed, running a hand through his tangled curls. He’d stopped counting the days now. Something he’d forgotten, was the lulling sense of security that familiarity provided. Remus had fallen in love because he’d seen something familiar in Sirius’ eyes, something he could call home. He’d forgotten to realise that Sirius saw home in Remus, too. But to Sirius, home had always been a terrible place. They had an inevitable ending, those two boys. They were doomed eternally, their love never quite beginning, never quite ending. Remus scoffed at the thought, though bitterness was his only companion as he made his way over to Sirius.

Remus hadn’t spoken to him in over a month. Every look he cast Sirius’ way initiated a progression of memories, of soft hands on warm skin, of hot breaths and glinting eyes, of pale hands in dark hair. Remus couldn’t stand it. Every touch was inked in his mind, a never-ending novel and the pages were always turning, front to back and to the front again. It made Remus mad. With every memory of Sirius’ lips brushing against his skin, Remus saw red. Remus saw the look on Snape’s face when the wolf had caught his scent. Remus saw the steel eyes of the boy he loved, breaking, shattering, reforming into something cold and unrecognisable. Remus saw himself, standing in front of the mirror, scarred and tired and… angry. Sirius had betrayed his trust. It was about time Remus stopped being silent.

“Sirius,” he choked out when he managed to get within five feet of the armchair Sirius was seated at. He looked up at Remus and his eyes widened, clearly surprised that he was talking to him. “We need to talk.” He didn’t want to do this. Honestly, Remus would rather spend the rest of forever ignoring the problem.

“Oh—hey, Remus,” Sirius said, trying not to convey the confusion in his eyes. He closed the textbook in his hands, placing it down on his lap and waiting for him. He was always so patient. Remus sighed and sat across from Sirius. “Are you okay?” Sirius winced at the glare Remus shot his way involuntarily. “Sorry.” Remus didn’t say anything. He was racking his brain for the words he needed but all he could see was the stray hair falling from Sirius’ bun, the white knuckles clenched against the red of the armchair, the steel of Sirius’ eyes boring into him. Remus couldn’t remember a time before he was in love with Sirius Black and he couldn’t see a future where he wasn’t. But he needed to do this. It was best, no matter how much it hurt Remus.

“We need to talk,” he said again. Sirius only nodded. Remus couldn’t do this, he couldn’t look Sirius in the eye and lie. He couldn’t tell him that this was what he wanted when he so desperately wanted anything but that. But he had to. He had to want those things because even if he loved Sirius, he didn’t trust him. He couldn’t. And Remus knew that one day when he forgave Sirius, he’d never be able to truly move past it. And that was too much to put on Sirius. So he was taking himself away, subtracting the responsibility and the work. Sirius didn’t have to be shackled to him any longer. Remus cleared his throat. “Um. I know, um, I know I’ve been avoiding you,” Remus was slowly folding in on himself, “which was, well, a bit of a dick move if I’m being honest—“ Sirius opened his mouth to object but Remus shook his head. “No, it was unfair of me. You deserved the right to explain yourself and I didn’t let you and...fuck, I feel sick.” He muttered the last part to himself, but Sirius heard.

“Moony—“ Remus flinched at the nickname. “Uh, Remus,” he said, “you don’t have to… we don’t have to have this conversation, now, if you’re not ready. I’d understand.” Sirius’ voice was gentle and he was leaning forward like he wanted to reach for Remus. He didn’t. Remus pulled his knees up to his chest.

Sirius. Lovely, patient, smart, beautiful, kind Sirius. His Sirius. Remus wasn’t ready to give that all up. He looked over to the arched windows of the common room, the desk in front of it where Lily was seated. She’d been ignoring Remus almost as ruthlessly as Remus had been Sirius. Now, she glanced over to him, only for a second, to take in the scene in front of her. Both boys, metres apart and eyes turned from each other, trying so desperately not to think of all the places where their skin touched, where their breaths mingled, where they promised to love and never leave. Lily looked away again. Remus was procrastinating.

“It’s not… it’s not the conversation you think it is,” Remus told Sirius because he knew Sirius thought that Remus was here to rekindle...whatever it was that they had. To forgive and possibly even eventually forget. Maybe Remus could do that. Forget the prank ever happened, keep his hands on Sirius’ skin, his gaze tangled in Sirius’ and forget the world around them. But he couldn’t do that.

“Okay,” Sirius said. “Whenever you’re ready,” he added. Remus loosed a breath and nodded.

“Despite...everything,” Remus gestured around him, referring to Sirius’ actions. “You still deserved a chance, and I didn’t give you one, which was unfair on my part.” Sirius nodded, but more in permission to continue than in agreeance. Remus chewed at his lip. He may as well say it. Spit it out. “We need to break up.” Sirius blinked. Or was that a flinch? Remus wasn’t sure because almost immediately he clenched his eyes shut like that might make his words go away.

“What?” Sirius breathed.

“I…” Remus trailed off, picking at the hem of his sweater instead of looking Sirius in the eye. “We never actually...did it.” Broke up. They’d never officially made a decision. It sounded pathetic, Remus thought.

“Remus, what are you—”

“No, Sirius…” Remus looked back up. Lily was watching them now, but he tried his best to ignore her and looked at Sirius instead. He was half out of his seat, his pale cheeks flushed pink. “I treated you horribly after… and yes you did the wrong thing but I can’t hold that against you forever. And it hurts too much to forgive you, so I know that if we...I’m not going to be able to forget. And you don’t deserve that.” Remus curled into himself more, if that was even possible, but kept his eyes locked on Sirius. He didn’t say anything for a moment, just sat back on his armchair. Remus could see his hands shaking.

“Please, Remus” Sirius finally whispered. A cord struck in Remus’ chest. “Please don’t do this.” Remus had spent hours at a time having his skin and bones torn open and apart and yet nothing hurt quite like those four words coming from Sirius.

“Padfoot—”

“No, Remus, you can’t. I know—I know I screwed up but Remus, I promise you,” he said, his voice strained. “I promise you that I will make it up to you, I will give you all the time in the world Remus, I won’t give up. Please, don’t give up.” Sirius was leaning forward in his seat, his eyes wide with panic. Fuck. This was Remus’ fault. All Remus’ fault. Why couldn’t he just get over it?”

“Sirius, I don’t—”

“Moony!” Sirius half-shouted. “It’s us! Me and you. You can’t...I...I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Remus cough past the lump in his throat. He wasn’t going to cry in the middle of the common room. Lily was facing her work again, acting like she wasn’t listening.

“No, Sirius I...I know,” Remus settled on. Because this had to happen. “I love you, Sirius.” It was all he could think to say. Sirius’ eyes were red, building up with tears. He seemed to realise that this was happening. Hopefully one day he would see that it was for the better. He stood up and Remus slumped back in his chair.

“Yeah, okay,” Sirius said, gathering his things. He levelled his eyes on Remus’ and said with whatever attempt at calmness he could manage, “I love you too, Moony.”

Lily stood and walked over once Sirius had made it up the stairs.

“You did the right thing, Rem,” she said. “For both of you.” Remus nodded and watched after her as she made her way up the boy’s dormitory stairs, no doubt to check on Sirius. Remus loosed his breath and let his head fall back against the armchair.

#hello yes i hope i hurt you sufficiently enough? #thank youuuuuu :) #marauders era #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #wolfstar angst #marauders era fanfiction #wolfstar fanfiction #my writing #:) #also i low key feel like i made sirius seem like the victim here #which was more because it was from Remus’ pov #and he’s a little anxious wreck who puts others before him #so like #I’m sorry for kind of making Sirius seem like he’s gaslighting Remus a bit? #not the intention #yeah #break up tw

[sanderssidesfanfiction]

If There’s a Place I Could Be - Chapter Ninety Six

If There’s a Place I Could Be Tag

April 2nd, 1999

Emile shifted in his seat, looking apprehensively at the therapist across the room. Just because he wanted to be a therapist when he grew up didn’t mean he knew how he was going to be one, or what they were like. “Promise me this won’t stop me from getting whatever job I want in the future?” Emile asked hesitantly.

The therapist laughed. “I promise,” he said. “Even if you want to be a doctor, there’s no psychological evaluation you have to pass in order to get the job. You’re safe to speak freely here. What’s been going on, Emile?”

Emile took a breath, tried to sort through the mental breakdowns he had witnessed and experienced, the crushing pressure, and the blinding fear. “It’s kind of a lot...”

“Well, let’s start with what comes to mind first,” the therapist encouraged. “There’s no wrong answers here.”

  February 16th, 2004

Emile braced himself as he heard Remy come down the stairs. He had gotten Remy to agree to see a therapist after his latest nightmare, but he was expecting some sort of fight this morning over it, now that Remy was more clear-headed. Emile wasn’t looking forward to it.

Remy came down the steps, peered into the kitchen. “I have a condition about therapy,” he said.

...Well. That wasn’t quite what Emile was expecting, but still wasn’t a great sign. “What?” he asked.

“You find a therapist too,” Remy said. “I need one, and I’m finally man enough to admit it. But you need one too, mio amore, I can see the stress in you constantly building and you need a healthy release for it that isn’t venting to me.”

Emile felt his grip on his coffee cup tighten, and he was almost willing to call off Remy getting therapy despite the near-constant nightmares making both of them unable to sleep through the night. Almost. “Why do you think that I need therapy?” he asked.

Remy sniffed a little laugh. “Have you seen yourself lately, mio amore?”

Emile was, admittedly, a little hurt at that. He thought he had been doing good. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked.

Remy sobered. “It means I’m not the only one jumping at shadows or drowning myself in distractions in order to cope with the day-to-day, Emile. You do that too, in a different way. I may need therapy for my parents, but you need therapy for your grandfather, and probably some other things that I don’t have the words to explain. You put the weight of the world on your shoulders, Emile. Let others help you with that.”

“But I...” Emile paused. He couldn’t find the words to explain the emotions he was feeling. “I thought I was doing good, this time.”

“You’re surviving, sure,” Remy said. “But wouldn’t you prefer to thrive?”

“I mean, sure. But—”

“—No but’s,” Remy said. “If you want to do better, you need to see a therapist too.”

Emile felt his heart sink. “Okay, I guess,” he said, nodding.

Remy tilted his head to the side. “What’s bugging you, Emile?”

“It’s just...I really thought I was doing good,” Emile said. “I didn’t think I was...I was failing.”

Remy tutted. “Mio amore... you didn’t fail. This isn’t a personal failing. It’s asking for help when something gets too much, right?”

“Right, but this isn’t too much!” Emile insisted.

Remy walked over to the coffee pot and poured his own cup. He took a nice, long drink from it, before staring down Emile. “I would argue that any amount of stress that prevents you from thriving is too much,” he said evenly.

Emile blinked. Remy had a point. He knew that. What was keeping him from seeking out therapy? Was it personal pride? A stigma against it?

“You don’t have to be perfect, remember, Emile?” Remy said. “You don’t need to be perfect. And you have my permission to fail. If you see yourself going to therapy as a failure, so be it. I gave you that permission months ago.”

“You know, if I didn’t know it would kill you, I would insist that you go to school and become a therapist,” Emile joked. “Because you’re getting scary good at this logic.”

Remy smirked, just a bit. “Thank you, Emile. That means a lot. To know I can get through that head of yours is...reassuring.”

“Yeah, I can be an idiot when it comes to my own mental health,” Emile laughed.

Remy didn’t. “That’s not very nice of you to say.”

Emile shrugged. “Am I wrong?”

“Yes,” Remy said. “You’re being wrong and mean. Stop it.”

Emile shook his head, holding his hands out. “It’s just a joke, Rem.”

“It’s a self-deprecating joke that you use for self-defense, and I won’t have it!” Remy said. “Stop it. Be nice to yourself.”

Emile was sulking a little bit in response. “What if I don’t wanna be nice to myself?” he muttered.

“Then your mental state is clearly one which needs a therapist,” Remy replied simply. “Which, speaking of. We should find one.”

Emile felt his skin crawl. Why was he more uppity about finding a therapist than Remy? “It doesn’t have to be right away,” Emile sighed. “It can wait.”

“Do you really want me dealing with more nightmares?” Remy asked.

“Well, no...”

“Then it can’t wait,” Remy said. “What you’re trying to say is, ‘But I’m not the crazy one.’”

“You’re not crazy!” Emile snapped. “Don’t say that you are!”

“I’m looking for a therapist, Emile. Doesn’t that qualify as crazy?” Remy goaded.

Emile was shaking, finishing the last of his coffee and nearly smashing the mug into the counter. “I know what you’re trying to do, Remy, and I don’t appreciate it.”

“Emi. Look at me,” Remy instructed.

Out of shock at the rarely-used nickname, Emile did so.

Remy had a mix of anger and pain and sorrow in his eyes, all burning with a fire of determination. “I know you’ve spoken to therapists to get a sense of the job before. But I’ve spoken to them too, and actually asked after some people at the shop, seeing what the shrinks and their partners say the best form of support I can give you is. And you know what they said? ‘You help as much as you can, but if you can’t handle everything, direct him to another therapist.’ Therapists see other therapists, Emile. Even, no, especially ones who are as empathic as you. You care so much about everyone, it wouldn’t shock me if you had to talk to someone to make sure that you didn’t burn yourself out with worry. Finding a therapist a little early is better; that preventative measure is already in place!”

“But I shouldn’t have to!” Emile protested. His eyes were growing hot with tears, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. “I should be able to handle it! I’ve been able to handle it until now! I should be fine!”

Remy placed his hands on Emile’s shoulders. “Okay, I think we’re on different pages here, Emile. What should you be fine about?”

Emile hiccupped, looked away. “My grandfather,” he choked out, voice thick with tears. “He shouldn’t bother me as much as he does. Especially considering I’m talking to him over Spring Break.”

Remy blinked. “Hold up. You agreed to see him and didn’t tell me?”

“It didn’t seem like it would be a problem, and then you had all that stuff with your parents and I sorta...forgot for a while,” Emile said, flushing. “But that’s not the point!”

“Sure it is. It explains why you were so stressed for the past couple days. I know you took a call from your mom. She was probably relaying a message for you, right?” Remy asked.

Emile nodded, blushing. “I didn’t realize he got under my skin so much. I really am—” at Remy’s warning glance, he paused. “—Not monitoring my mental health well enough to recognize that.”

“I’ll allow that—for now,” Remy said. “Mio amore, come on. Even you acknowledged this is bothering you. It won’t stop you from becoming a therapist, if anything, it’ll give you resources for when the going gets tough. Just...help me find one for you, and you can help find one for me. Okay?”

Emile sighed. “All right.”

The two of them went to the office computer and searched for therapists in the area, each of them writing down a couple numbers to call when they got the time. Emile drove Remy to the shop, and then drove himself to school. He was fidgety. He couldn’t deny that the talk with his grandfather was coming up faster than he would have liked. He knew it was promising that his grandfather wanted to talk to him at all, but he couldn’t help but think of all the times he had butted heads with Remy’s mother. He kept replacing her with his grandfather and thinking how that would have felt.

His grandfather sneering and saying, “My grandson doesn’t associate with queers,” to Remy.

His grandfather lecturing him about how marriage was supposed to be, and not being with a woman went against God’s plan for him.

His grandfather showing up at their house, guilt-tripping him into trying to call off his marriage with Remy. Fuck. Emile wouldn’t do it, but if that didn’t hurt like all hell!

He was starting to understand why Remy was so traumatized through the years, and why he thought Emile needed therapy. Emile was shaking and breathing funny and...and he wasn’t calming down. Those thoughts just kept repeating over and over and before he knew it, his thoughts were drowning out the real world again. He mechanically walked to class, tears fogging up his glasses. When he sat down, one of his classmates gently shook him. He blinked, only being able to see Clara clearly for a second before the tears came back. “Christ, Emile, did Remy do this to you?” she hissed. “Do I need to give him a what-for?”

“N-n-n-no,” Emile stammered out. “Gr-Gr-Gr-Gra-andp-p-p—”

He couldn’t finish the title before Clara shushed him. “It’s okay, Emile. What about your grandfather?”

“He and I...talk...March...” Emile managed.

“What?! Why?!”

Emile shrugged, his breathing picking up.

“Oh, okay. Is that why you’re panicking?” Clara asked.

Emile nodded, beet red in embarrassment but thankful that Clara understood.

“It’ll be okay,” she said. “I won’t try and predict what he’ll want to talk about, but he won’t be trying to hurt you, no matter what he says. He loves you too much for that.”

Which meant, at the very least, he wouldn’t get physical. And that was nice. But it still left too many variables.

Clara glanced around, and said, “Class is about to start. Do you need to ditch today? Or can we talk after class?”

“Af-after,” he stammered.

Clara nodded.

Class went on, and Emile took the best notes he could in his current state. He knew others were giving him weird looks at him not taking the chance to pounce on all the questions, but Clara sitting right next to him, and asking plenty of questions herself buffered the effect a little bit.

After class, Clara and Emile hung back in the hallway, Emile no longer on the brink of a panic attack, but completely worn out and only semi-verbal. “Let’s make this easy,” Clara said. “Yes and no questions, okay?”

Emile nodded.

“Would your Grandfather knowingly hit you?”

Emile shook his head.

“Would he start yelling at you and calling you names for marrying Remy?”

That wasn’t his grandfather’s style. Emile shook his head.

“Would he try and force your hand to get you to call off the marriage?” Clara asked.

Emile hesitated. He didn’t know. And that was where his anxiety was stemming from. He might have to say “no” to his grandfather, for the first time in a very long time. His breathing was starting to pick up again, and the only word he could choke out, over and over again, was, “Panic! Panic panic panic panic—”

Clara put a finger to her lips and Emile pressed a fist against his mouth. “Well, I see where the anxiety stems from, as, clearly, do you,” she said. “Tell me this, Emile: has your grandfather ever tried to take something away from another person if he knew it made them happy?”

Emile shook his head. He genuinely couldn’t think of a time where that applied.

“Then he won’t take Remy away from you. Because Remy makes you happy. And yeah, I don’t know him. I know you think I can’t make that guarantee. But think about it. Would he really try something like that?”

Emile was pretty sure he knew the answer. His grandfather wouldn’t try that. He might make it clear that he never wanted to speak to Emile again, but he wouldn’t force Emile to call off the marriage. Sure, that option hurt, but at least it was realistic. “Thanks, Clara,” he breathed.

Clara nodded and smiled. “Of course, Emile.”

#if there's a place i could be #sanders sides fanfiction #remile #emile picani #ts sleep

[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

The Girl He Fell in Love With

*Not my Gif*

Request: 😊💞 hope youre doing well and staying healthy! Could i request something for remus where theyre just friends and shes sort of falling into the wrong crowd and falling for a guy who isnt any good for her and it causes her and remus to get into an argument and his feelings are revealed in some way?

Requested by: Anon

Post Date: 3-27-20

Paring: Remus Lupin x Reader

Word Count: 2.7K

~Master List~

~Harry Potter Master~

To say that Remus wasn’t aware of the changes in your life would be an understatement. You were friends to say the least, but Remus knew that he always wanted more. You and Remus were as thick as thieves. But lately you’ve been hanging out with people he never thought you would. He watched you hang out with some mangy Slytherin, he couldn’t help but stare from across the courtyard. He knew what you looked like when you were flirting.

The flip of a hair, incessant touching, and constant obviously fake laughter.

All the things you were doing to the Slytherin. You didn’t know Remus was staring at you until you saw him making his way over, his steps much larger than they typically would as you and the looked up at him. You offered your oldest friend a smile before your eyes widened.

“Oh Rem! This is Micah Bottman. Micah, Remus Lupin.” Remus narrowed his eyes at the boy who snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and smirked.

“Nice to meet you, Rem.” Micah said using your nickname as he extended out a hand to Remus who looked at it almost disgusted.

“It’s Remus to you.” He practically growled out as you moved your attention off Micah, looking at Remus with wide eyes. Remus didn’t acknowledge your look as he continued to glare at the boy who was way to close to you for Remus’ comfort. “You ready to go Y/N?” he asked, referring to your promise to study with him.

You nodded, telling Micah goodbye before you walked away with Remus. His jaw was set as you looked up at him. “What’s wrong with you?” you asked, nudging his arm but Remus did speak. You stopped walking, pulling him to look at you. “Moony, what’s wrong?”

“Since when do you hang out with him?” he blurted out, shoving his hands in his pockets. You were slightly taken back by his question as you looked at him.

“Since we were assigned partners for potions.” You crossed your arms as Remus spared a glance back at the Slytherin, seeing his friends now occupying the spot you were in. “Since when do you care who I hang out with?”

Remus looked at you as if you had a third head. “Since always. You’re my best friend, Y/N. Think I’d let you get corrupted by that…” he gestured over to the boy, seeing him slap his friend in the back of the head, “that snake.”

“He’s not all bad Rem. He’s actually kind of nice.” You defended him, moving on pass Remus to the library. Remus cocked a brow at you as he chased after you.

“Nice? Nice? You think he’s nice? Of course, he’s nice Y/N, he’s trying to get in your pants!” You had to hold back a scoff as you balled your fists and rolled your eyes.

“Whatever Remus. Can we not talk about him and just focus on charms please?” You asked when you saw the Remus. Remus sighed but nodded, dropping the conversation but not letting it go in his head.

You took a seat at an empty table, tossing your bag on top haphazardly as Remus took a seat across, pulling his books out. You took your seat as well, pulling your books and letting your bag drop to the floor. Remus exhaled sadly before digging his nose into his book. Your eyes glanced over the words on your page, trying to get you to comprehend them but you couldn’t. Not when Remus was sitting right across from you, his lips downturned and a crease between his brows and you found yourself staring longer than you meant before you pulled yourself to focus on your book, internally groaning.

Damned crush.

The next few days went by and Remus found himself loosing you more and more. The number of times he actually got to see alone during the day dwindled, but the number of times he saw you with him increased. His friends quickly caught onto Remus’ attitude one day during breakfast as Remus glared daggers into the back of Bottman’s head.

“Moony, stop staring or she’ll catch you.” Sirius spoke in between bites of his breakfast as he nudged Remus. Remus didn’t move, choosing to risk you turning around. He watched you socialize with them and the way they bullied the first years. Sure, he and his friends pranked them, but they never stole their wands and taunted them. Remus expected you to stop them, but you weren’t. Instead you were too busy talking to Bottman and throwing your head back in laughter.

“Mate.” James said, snapping his hands in front of Remus. Remus pulled his eyes away rather reluctantly to look at his best friends. “You have to let it go, okay?” Remus knew James was right but letting you go was easier said than done. He nodded to his friend, focusing instead on the pancakes in front of him as James, Peter, and Sirius exchange worried glances regarding their friend.

Remus had relaxed slightly, feeling the tension in his shoulders dissipate when James made a dumb joke, causing all of them to laugh. He had almost forgot about you and Micah. That is until a loud thud and a couple of clatters coming from where you all were sitting followed by loud hearty laughs that matched the marauders own. Remus didn’t hesitate to look over in a second, seeing what he assumed was a first-year boy laying on the ground with cups and plates scattered around him.

“What happened?” he heard James mutter as several others asked their own variations, but Remus paid them no attention. The only thig we was focused on was the way your lips curled into a slight smile at the sight of the younger boy crying.

The Y/N he knew would never do that.

That night Remus waited for you to arrive back at the common room. When curfew rolled around and there was no sign of you, he got slightly worried. James, Sirius and Peter tried to convince him that you were fine but even they knew I was pointless, and they were worried too.

Almost an hour after curfew you strolled into the common room, a dumb smile on your face that fell when you were met with four fuming marauders. “Hey boys.” You played innocent, trying to slip past them but Remus grabbed your arm, gentler than you thought he would in this situation. “What can I do for you Rem?”

“Where the bloody hell were you?” you were surprised when Sirius was the one who spoke up instead of Remus, although the latter was currently scanning your face for anything out of the ordinary.

“I was out.”

“Yeah? No shit. Where?” he asked again as you rolled your eyes and groaned.

“I was alone. If that’s what you were wondering.” You snatched your arm out of Remus’ hand as his eyes narrowed at you.

“Alone?” Remus asked as you held back another eye roll.

“Yes Remus, believe it or not I wasn’t with anyone. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to get to bed.” You turned around to leave before stopping, remembering the bag on your hip. Remus was watching you amazed, rooted in his spot as you turned around to look into his eyes.

Taking a step forward, you reached into your bag, pulling out Potter’s invisibility cape as he gasped, taking it quickly from you. “You took this? I thought I misplaced it!”

“You thought it turned invisible.” Peter said looking as confused as ever. Sirius nudged him, telling him to cut it out before the three boys looked between you and Remus. Remus’ jaw was practically locked as you both stared into each other’s eyes. James motioned to the others before patting Remus on the back and telling him they’d be in the room.

You stayed silent until they left, leaving just you and Remus in the oddly silent common room. “Remus-“

“What happened to you?” he cut you off. You were slightly taken back by his words as you crossed your arms.

“What are you talking about? So what? I’m a little late for curfew. I didn’t know you were going to bust me for it.”

“You never miss curfew. You gave James a bloody lecture on it last year when he used his cape. The same cape that you stole, might I add. Since when do you steal things Y/N?” you scoffed as you looked away from the boy, refusing to let his words have any affect on you.

“Can you give me the bad girl lecture tomorrow Rem? I just want to go to bed.” You tried to wake back to your room, but Remus got in your way.

“And what about what happened at breakfast? You laughed when your ‘friends’ made the first-year cry.” You narrowed your eyes at him, stepping forward to challenge him.

“It was funny.”

It was Remus’ turn to be taken back at your words. “Funny? Where’s the Y/N who would’ve helped the first year? Huh?” He glared down at you as you looked away, biting back your comments and letting him get it out of his system. Remus was mad. No, he was far past mad. The words and feelings he had pent up for a while came pouring out and he was in no control of it. “Where’s the Y/N who cared about her friends and who spent time with them? Where’s the Y/N who full moon after full moon made sure I was alright and feeling normal again? Where’s that Y/N?!”

You couldn’t help but admit his words were hitting home a little. He was right and you knew it. Lately, hanging out with the Slytherins, it didn’t feel like you. You could feel tears start to prickle in your eyes as you listened to Remus freely let his feelings fly. “Where’s my best friend?! Because the girl standing in front of me right now is definitely who I fell in love with.”

You knew Remus hadn’t processed anything he just said by the way he looked at. Full of rage and disappointment but you didn’t care. His words just punch you in the heart.

“You’re in love with me?” Your voice cracked but you didn’t care. You needed to know the truth and you needed to know it now.

Remus blinked back his own tears, one fallen during his speech as he looked down at you. “What?” He hadn’t heard himself say those words.

“You just said-“ you swallowed, taking a deep breath that felt like it was burning your throat. “You said I wasn’t the same girl you fell in love with. Y-you love me.”

Almost as if someone dumped cold water on Remus’ head, his words finally reached his brain. He knew he was too far in now to deny it, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to. “No.” you were about to shake your head, telling him you heard him before he gave you a meek smile. “I loved you. This you, the one hanging out with snakes and not caring about anyone else, I have no interest being in love with.”

Remus turned around, wiping away the tears staining his cheeks as he let you go, heading up to his room. If you were smart, maybe you would’ve shouted you were in love with him too.

In love as in present tense.

But right now, all the words you knew betrayed you and Remus disappeared up the stairs, leaving you with tears continuing to fall alone in the common room.

Remus didn’t say anything when he entered his shared room, falling onto his bed before the others could even look at him. They all knew of Remus’ feelings for you and if he came up here this upset, then it’s a subject better left for another day.

The next morning wasn’t treating Remus any better, he didn’t want to get up but his friends made him, literally pulling him out of bed and into his robe. He trudged down to breakfast by their side but he refused to say anything, his friends understanding completely. He ignored their pity glances as he bit into his toast, throwing it back on his plate when he was done. He heard a slight commotion coming from the Slytherin table and against his right mind he looked over. The sight before him made his jaw drop.

That damned Micah Bottman was sporting a fresh blackeye.

Remus looked for you, but he couldn’t see you amongst the Slytherins asking if he was alright. He almost gave up before James leaned over to Marlene, asking if she knew what happened. She smiled as she nodded. “Apparently Y/L/N has got a great left hook.”

Remus felt the air leave his lungs as he stared at the blonde. James and Sirius both started to ask her more questions about what happened, knowing she was the most well informed gossip. “I heard she tried to tell him off about what happened yesterday, you know with the first year. Bottman said something she didn’t like, and she took a swing. Next second, Bottman’s seeing stars.”

Remus had heard enough. He heard enough the moment he learned you tried to tell Bottman that you didn’t approve of his actions.

Maybe his girl was still in there.

He knew you’d be by the black lake as he took off running out the great hall, the cold air smacking him in his face when he left the castle. Just like he assumed, he found you with you seated against the trees with your knees curled up to your chest. One look down at your knuckles told you they were going to be pink for a while.

He took a deep breath, taking a step towards you. “Heard you can throw a punch.” He said as you jumped in your spot, not expecting Remus to have chased after you. Remus’ face dropped a little seeing the tears falling from your eyes. “You should put some ice on that.”

“I love you.” You blurted out without much thought. Remus gasped quickly before sighing, moving to sit on the ground next to you.

“Y/N-“

“No. It’s your turn to listen to me.” Remus stared into your eyes before nodding. “I’m in love with you Remus. I always have been. But you were my best friend and I didn’t want to ruin what we had because of my stupid feelings. I thought that Micah- Bottman, would help me move on. But he was a jerk.” Remus’ eyes widened as he nodded in agreement, making you chuckle slightly before continuing on. “I didn’t realize that in the process of me moving on from you, I was throwing away our friendship. I never meant to Rem. I swear to you, I don’t want to be that girl anymore.”

Remus brought a hand up to your face, wiping a tear on your cheek and brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “Then who do you want to be?” He whispered.

“I want to be the girl you fell in love with.” Your voice was smaller than Remus had ever heard and he knew you were telling the truth. His hand moved to cup your cheek, his fingers tickling your jaw as he crashed your lips his.

You put all you had into the kiss knowing that if when you pulled apart and Remus still didn’t want you, at least he knew how you truly felt.

When you finally had to pull away for air, you let your eyes flutter close and your forehead pressed against his. Remus listened to you breathe as he looked at the content expression on your face making Remus’ next words much simpler.

“I love you.” Your mouth pulled into a smile before you could open your eyes, coming face to face with Remus’ beautifully scarred face. He gave you a goofy smile as you bit your lip.

“Really? You’re not just saying that because you kissed me?” He nodded as you felt relief wash over your entire body and you leaned in for another kiss.

“Good. Cause I love you too.” Remus moved to sit against the tree before pulling you on his lap, letting you rest your head on his shoulder and the two of you staring out into the lake with your fingers held together. Remus looked down at you, kissing the top of your head before smiling.

There was the girl he fell in love with.

A/N: Hope this is what you wanted! I didn’t know if you wanted a happy ending or not, so I apologize and hope you enjoy! (Btw I used a random name generator for the name 😂)

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[of-another-broken-heart]

I’m just going to copy/paste this because it took me hours and I’m drained. 

I guess I have to format it again if I want it to show up at all... 

I couldn't even make it back home before breaking down crying again.

Driving while chronically sleep deprived, exhausted, fatigued, and dissociating is bad enough. Doing it with all that AND without being able to see? How special. 

I barely had time to sit down, my phone rang. I answered it, begging for someone to hear me. For thirty straight seconds. "Hello? Hello? Hello???" Finally someone spoke, but they couldn't hear me. I'm sobbing. They hung up. I scrambled to call back, from my computer, because at least then I'm not fighting a lack of reception as well as my anxiety. They called again. I didn't answer. I waited for my computer to ring through instead. I'm put on hold.  I'm sobbing. It was just to ask what my pharmacy is. Which I already answered on my paperwork. Which I answered, again, at check-out. And I was forced into a third confirmation via a pointless, needless, anxiety-attack inducing phone call hazing. For something I already answered. 

It's not fucking fun. People don't choose this. I didn't choose this. But does it matter? "Call," the command comes. "Just call." "Call to confirm." "Call to ask." "Call." "Call." "Call." 

I want you to think of something that takes physical hold of your body and brings to you to tears. I want you to hold that and sit with it until it does those things. I want you to choose to reduce yourself to a sobbing mess, struggling to breathe, alone. And I want you to picture a world where you are commanded, demanded, required to do this. For virtually everything. Imagine needing help - but you must first re-traumatize yourself with your most painful memories until your nose is running and your eyes burn from crying. And you're exhausted for the rest of the day, too. Maybe multiple days. Absolutely exhausted. So fucking depleted that taking yourself to the bathroom is almost impossible. Feeding yourself - even eating something out of a can, or microwaved - is a herculean effort. Does that sound fun? Of course not. 

As for the appointment itself: It's the same. Much better bedside manner. But it's the same underlying capitalism-serving "care" system. It's my fault. I'm not trying hard enough. I'm not blacking out alone on the side of the road enough. I haven't dissociated hard enough and/or blacked out while driving yet, so it can't be that bad, right? Not until I'm maimed or dead, right? Why address the root of a problem when we can just plaster on endless band-aids instead? When we can blame you for hurting, instead of the environment that's poisoning you? I'm not medically sedating myself into an obedient little wage slave, and that's the real problem. I should aspire to produce capital for someone with most of the remaining hours of my life. That's the purpose of living, that's the reason for "health"care - not to care about health, no, just to keep the wheels of capitalism well-oiled with wasted human life. Inherent human value? Quality of life? Nah. 

They refused my medical history. I brought the 72-page pdf on a flash drive. Because that's how I was given it. Because I can't afford to buy and operate a personal fax machine and/or print out a chapter book's worth of pages of medical records. I went through the trouble of getting the files, and it took over a month - only to be told "we can't take anything but paper or fax." I filled out a file release form as best I could. But I didn't have the phone number or address memorized. Not even before that place became synonymous with medical neglect and trauma for me. So now they're going to go through the ancient months-long ritual of requesting the self-fucking-same documents from LISH, either by mail or fax, because they "can't" access a flash drive or a pdf or use email. Welcome to 2021. We're back to "normal" and teleheath never existed and the internet is fake and technology is a myth and why do anything efficiently when you can waste time and do damage to people instead? My Aunt called to check in on me during her lunch break. (Thank you again) She offered to get the file printed and try to hand it in for me. I'm too tired to hope. I'm too exhausted to think they'll accept it without fuss. Anything and everything to make things harder.

Top priority order of business is the whole "diseased for life" thing. Hashimoto's thyroiditis. Hypothyroidism. Daily hormones for every day of the rest of forever, gatekept behind eternal doctor visits and prescriptions and pharmacies and copays and and and and did I mention this is forever? I've got a referral to have a thyroid sonogram done. Haven't ever had one of those before. Need to make that appointment. I was able to have my blood drawn for the thyroid testing without needing an additional appointment, which was a nice change of pace. Normally you're supposed to fast for that, but I wasn't expecting that could be done during the visit. Three years of having to make additional trips to the lab for blood work. I ate immediately before getting there, so hopefully nothing had a chance to metabolize and skew the results. Even though it was great not to have to juggle yet another appointment for health shit, it was stressful. The nurse took three tries before she had all the supplies she needed in the room. I already have anxiety spikes (which also raise my blood pressure and heart rate) for all doctor visits now. (White Coat Syndrome, I learned, it's called) I didn't need to have a rubber cable tied around my arm, popped off, tied again, popped off, and tied a third and final time to make it worse. A pro to that con: she was incredibly accurate and gentle. I normally have sub-dermal bleeding and some bruising after having blood drawn, and keep the bandage on for a day or two. The bandage didn't last even an hour after I got home - but there wasn't a single spot of trapped blood, and I almost couldn't even tell where she stuck me.

I have another new diagnosis to add to my growing collection. Hypertension. High blood pressure. I used to have slightly low blood pressure. It stunned the first doctor I ever saw (you know, because I'm fat, so that sort of thing is supposed to be ~impossible~) and it frustrated my last doctor at first, too. But now, with years of building stress and anxiety? It's almost like living with your most basic human needs barely provided (food, shelter, healthcare - let's not bring up social needs LMAO those don't count anyway, right?), and at constant risk of being taken away, for months (years, in some cases) on end, is some form of stress. It's almost like being constantly dismissed and told "you're just not trying hard enough" (WHILE TRYING YOUR BEST JUST TO SURVIVE EACH DAY) is some form of stress!It's almost like perpetual, ongoing, worsening stress has a negative impact on your heart! It's almost like there are decades of data that spell this out, plain as day!It's almost like I noticed my elevated heart rate back in NOVEMBER and mentioned it out of concern to my last doctor - who dismissed it outright because my reading in-office wasn't *that* bad, and also shouldn't I be on 5487 psych meds instead? If I was sedated out of my mind, I wouldn't be physically capable of feeling stress in my body despite the presence of real-world stress factors. That's healthy, right? Don't bother to solve the stressors, just neuter the body's response to them. Super healthy response. (Not) My GYN took note of my concern in December, when my vitals DID show as high in-office. Not that my GYN had the jurisdiction to do anything about it. I'm being put on another medication to try to mitigate this, and potentially also address some anxiety. I haven't picked it up yet. I don't know the name. I don't know if I'll be able to afford it. "Your copay is only a dollar!" Yes well, when you don't have a dollar, you can't afford a dollar, can you?

I was given a list of psychiatrists. To "Call!!"Precisely none of them are a reasonable distance away. Nearly half aren't even in my insurance network. Some explicitly exclude Medicaid. Others are exclusively for children. I was suggested a medication for depression and anxiety. I can't remember which one. Either Abilify or Lexapro? I declined it for now, either way. I wanted to be able to research it. Lexapro is just another SSRI and I already know those don't work for me. Adding a chemical bouncer to my brain to make sure the happy chemicals stay out to play doesn't help when there are no happy chemicals in the first place. A quick search for Abilify doesn't address anxiety at all so it was probably Lexapro. In which case, I am not interested in repeating a different-flavor-Prozac experience. It was not good. I didn't get any notes with that medication, regardless. I got a sticky note with "Valerian Root Extract (tea or tincture)" and "Magnesium Glycinate 2 capsules" scribbled on it, instead. Out-of-pocket home rem-maybes. I can't afford to experiment with snake oils, so mostly I'll probably just spend a bunch of time looking for data and research and studies for those substances, and that's it. If I get around to psychiatric care, I will have to start from scratch in my insurance's shoddy search tool, again. And, frankly, it's not a priority. My mental health struggles are the result of a lot of physical factors and external/social factors, and no amount of artificial chemicals bullying my brain is going to solve any of it. When your car starts leaking oil, you don't just commit to buying more oil forever and dribbling it all over, wherever you go. You fix the fucking leak. If your house has a gas leak, you don't invest in gas masks. You fix the fucking leak. If you end up with a burst pipe, you don't commit to wasting water and money and damaging your environment. You fix. The fucking. Leak. But in these comparisons, I'm getting prescribed oil and gas masks and infinite water damage/waste/bills as long-term care.

I mentioned my fatigue. It was the final straw that made me give up with the last doctor. It just keeps getting worse. It's been getting worse for over 3 years. And I'm so, so fucking tired of it getting pinned fully on the fact that I'm not on psych meds. I WAS on psych meds during part of those 3 years with my last doctor. And it didn't fucking make any difference! A daily chemical lobotomy does not address or restore my lack of physical energy. My decades-old medication-resistant insomnia has never vanished with psych meds before, and it's not likely to do it now. Especially not with yet another of the same family of chemicals that I already know don't work. I want my concern to be taken seriously. I don't want it just brushed into the mental health corner, again. Being too tired to even do the things you used to enjoy - no one fucking wants this! I don't want this! I miss being able to go for walks. I miss going to the gym. I miss seeing how much I could do, and feeling good, and feeling strong. And I can't do any of that now. Not without risking harming myself in the process. 

No one wants this. I keep talking, but it feels like no one listens. At the earliest opportunity, we're back to repeating the same tired old shit that doesn't work. I try to come prepared, and the stress and time and system make sure I fail to stand up for myself anyway. I didn't get to document my disordered eating history. The relapse this year. Restricting, sometimes to the point of not eating at all. I declined to be weighed, because I want my care to be based on relevant data, vitals, blood results - not the shape and size of my body. But I was too tired to realize I needed to dodge a verbal ask for the same information. Which, it turns out, is nearly as bad a trigger as having the scale spit it out for me. Being your own advocate for equal care, when you're already tapped out? I'm not winning that challenge. 

I'm frustrated. I'm not giving up, but I am frustrated and beyond tired. I don't really expect anyone to read this mess. But it's here.

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[asterythm]

some thoughts on virgil’s name, post-SVS2.

(+ bonus orange side ponderations, because of course the sides that i’m thinking the hardest about right now are the ones who didn’t appear even a single time in the entire video.)

okay anyway when i'm in a place where i've got my thoughts sorted and can be coherent i might organize this a little better, but for now can i just -- hgnmg. can i just.

i think i saw a theory post a while ago about virgil having had a different name before he joined the Core Four? and at the time i didn't really give it much thought, but i mean... now we have jan-us and rem-us, right? and suddenly so much room has opened up for theorizing.

now as much as i'd looooove to spend hours upon hours deconstructing the symbolism and history of every single -us name that's ever been created, i do also have pages upon pages of homework that i pushed aside to watch this video (hey, i'm just taking leisure time) so i'm just going to very briefly touch on a quick little idea, if you'll bear with me here.

lazarus.

this name means “God is my helper”, but that’s neither here nor there -- the thing that made this one really stick out to me is its Biblical history. 

as we know, thomas is a devoted Catholic, and in the Bible, i can think of at least two highly notable instances of Lazaruses (plural): 

the first is a famous miracle involving Lazarus of Bethany being brought back to life after four days of death, and

the second is the parable of Lazarus and the rich man, in which the poor man Lazarus sat outside a temple and begged for charity from the rich man until the day he died. upon death, Lazarus was raised up to sit in the lap of God, whereas the rich man’s own pride and greed created a sort of self-formed hell where he continued to try to order around Lazarus, ignorant of his own sorry state.

in both these instances, we get a story of overcoming “darkness” to reach a place of light and life -- in the case of Lazarus of Bethany, it’s literally coming to life. i dunno, i just feel like it’s a very, very nice parallel to virgil’s character arc.

i was also originally going to propose “odysseus” for another character name but then i started actually thinking and uh. if i may be so bold, i think i might have galaxy brained regarding the orange side. i’ll slide that under the cut though.

in the meantime, before i dive too deep into the Orange Zone, just a quick disclaimer: i don’t honestly have any emotional attachment to this theory whatsoever. odds are, i’m thinking way, way, way too deep, because that’s just what we do in this fandom. but even if somehow it turns out to be true that virgil’s name was once Not Virgil, i don’t think that i’m ever going to start calling him anything else. virgil is virgil is virgil -- that’s the name that he chose for himself, that’s the name he identifies with, and that’s sure as heck what i have come to know and love him by. this is all just speculation!!

aight, you hit read more, which means you’re ready to be taken to the orange zone. let’s get crackin’. while i was on the hunt for -us names for our resident raccoon man, i stumbled across the name odysseus.

i have a lot of thoughts and not enough time to write ‘em all, so let me just lightning-round this stuff here:

the dark sides so far seem to be following a pattern of “see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil”, what with remus muffling all sound before his appearance and literally tearing his ears off + janus forcibly covering the mouths of the other sides to prevent them from talking about his existence. 

i’ve been thinking for a while, then, that the orange side will probably have something to do with eyesight -- i talked more about that here. the name odysseus would be in keeping with this, considering that one of the most famous stories from the odyssey involves the blinding of a cyclops.

i think that we’ve already seen the orange side, just not... physically. i think he’s been here all along, and he’s been in effect “corrupting” the other sides, in instances like logan getting mad and throwing the ball of paper in LNTAO (and hitting roman in the eye) and basically the entirety of WDWGOOBITM.

oh yeah, also, “odysseus” literally translates to “wrathful”. wrath has been a really popular headcanon for the orange side for a while. just sayin’.

i could swear i had more thoughts but my head is so so scrambled right now and i desperately need to go finish my homework, so actually, that’s all i got. i would absolutely love to hear your thoughts, though?

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[androgynousblackbox]

Lucky Light AU: Where Light gets a girlfriend

Sayu: You sure you don’t need juice or some snack?!

Light: Yeah, Sayu, we are sure. We are just going to be talking for a bit, thank you, you can go *still trying to kick her out but she was grabbing to the door frame, tryng to get another look at the girl* Sayu: I love your dress, by the way! *She showed her tongue to her brother and sneaked out, leaving Light almost to fall on his face without the sudden support*

Light: I… I am sorry about that.

Misa: It’s okay, I am used to! She seems like a cute girl. I could give her the adress of the place I bought this dress from later.

Light: Yeah, later… Okay, now… how did you know that I had my own Death Note? Misa: Oh, that is easy! I have the eye!

Light:… Yeah, I can see that. That doesn’t really answer me. Misa: You don’t know about the Shinigami eyes? Light *turning to see Ryuk* The what?

Ryuk *shruging* Oops.

Rem: Why I am not surprised? Misa: Oh, is that where your shinigami is? Can I see them?

Light: I… sure. Sure, why not, I suppose since you showed me yours *takes out the notebook from his desk and reaches it for Misa to open it up and touch the pages* Misa: Aww, I like the cover you put on it, it’s so cute! *she lifted her sight to see Ryuk, who waved at her* Oh, you are totally different than Rem! Hi, nice to meet you! I like your style! Ryuk: The name’s Ryuk. Likewise.

Misa: You and Rem already knew each other? Ryuk: You could say that.

Rem: As much as you can know someone with whom you live on the same realm, sure.

Light: Alright, so… is anyone going to explain to me what is the deal with the shinigami eyes?

Ryuk It’s just a little something that can only happen between the owner of a Death Note and it’s shinigami. You agree to give that shinigami half of your lifespan and the shinigami allows you to have the same eyes as we do, with which you can see the true name and lifespan of any other human.

Misa: Except owners of another Death Note and that is how I found you! I can see your name but not your lifespan. That is how I first suspected you were Kira, but it was after I followed you that I had no doubt about it.

Light: You have… how long? Misa: Mmm, a few months, I think? I saw you by chance and became curious, especially when I saw this other guy already following you. He seemed to be a nuisance so I took care of him for you! Light: Wait, what g… The FBI agent. When you say “took care of him”, you mean… Misa: Wrote his name on my own Death Note. I was on the bus too that day, but I wasn’t dressing like this back then so you wouldn’t have noticed me. Light: I-I… I need to sit down for a moment.

Ryuk: He vomited when he saw the crash. It was gross. Misa: Really? Oh, I am so sorry! I didn’t thought you were going to see it directly or it was going to affect you like that, I was just trying to help! *she kneels in front of him, putting her hands over his kneels so he still had to see her big eye asking for forgiveness. He wasn’t mad in the first place but knew in that moment he couldn’t have stayed mad even if he was.* If I knew it would have affected you that way I would have written it out so it happened on another place, I swear. Light *with his hands trembling he takes her by the shoulder to tell her to stand up*… why. Why did you do that. L knows who I am because of that. Ryuk: He is being dramatic. He just suspect him. He talked with him campus to interrogate him. Misa: Really? But that is amazing then! Then I can just look at him and… Light: NO! *he covers his mouth when he realized he shouted* I mean… please, don’t. I don’t want you to write his name. He is just doing his work. Misa: But his job is stopping you! I can’t stand by and let that happen! Light: But why? Why do you care so much? This has nothing to do with you! Rem: Human, watch your words. You have no idea of how much time and energy Misa has invested on your wellbeing. Misa: Rem, it’s okay *she smiles at Light* Of course you don’t know about it *she takes out the eyepatch she was carrying and Light assumed was just part of the aesthetic, realizing now that there was a scar crossing over an empty socket* The man who did this to me and almost killed me would have been sent free if Kira didn’t intervened. Same with the criminal who killed my parents, after he has done his sentence. Maybe you don’t think a lot about it. It’s really silly to think you would remember every single criminal… but that meant the world to me. Since even before meeting Rem, I knew that no matter what, I supported Kira and saw the good he was doing to the world. And when she came, I was sure I had to do everything on my power to help you out and stop whoever stood on your way. Light:… it was you, doesn’t it? You wrote the name of the fake L. M: Of course I did! He was threatening you! Light: I… *he falls to his chair again* I… oh god. Misa: I… I realized now that it was probably a tiny mistake… Light: You think? Misa: But I don’t get it! Why don’t you want me to just finish L for you? Light: I… Misa, I can’t go on killing people who are only trying to do good for the world too. Those people who hurted you, they chose to do that and they didn’t deserved life anymore. But L is an innocent. He hasn’t harmed anyone and he is only doing what he thinks is best to avoid hurting more people. Misa: But he is wrong! He doesn’t understand! Light: That is not reason to die! Misa *she looks away, shaking his fist* Then what? I am supposed to let that guy arrest you? Because I won’t! It’s like you don’t even care about your purpose as Kira. Light:… maybe I don’t. Misa *she turns around* D-don’t joke around like that, Light. It’s not funny… Light: I am not joking. Before you came here, I was ready to renounce everything. Look, I am… really sorry for what happened to you and your family, but I just can’t keep doing this anymore and you must under… *Light is pushed on his chair and Misa straddles him down as she took a pocket knife decorated with hello kitty, pointing the blade towards her own neck* Misa: If Kira dies, then I die too! I have no reason for living if Kira is not around! *she grabs his hands and puts it over the knife, pressing down* If that is what you want to do, then might as well just kill me already! Rem: Misa… Misa: I told you too, Rem… *tears start running through her only eye* My only reason for living is to live in a world where Kira exist. I can’t stand the thought of letting live anyone so willing to destroy someone… destroy everything…

Light *as soon the pressure eases, Light throws the knife to a side and brings Misa towards himself, hugging her tight. Misa just takes a full second before she embraces him too, still sobbing* I… I am so sorry. Misa *buries her head on his neck* Don’t do this… please… Light: My family… Rem: They will all be dead if you kill Kira. Misa/Light: Huh?

Rem: I don’t really care about you, Light Yagami, either as Kira or as a human being. But if you are in any way responsible for Misa coming in harm’s way, I will not hesitate to retaliate in response and I will take away everything you cherish with me.

Light *looks at Ryuk, who looks just as surprised but just shrugs. Whatever, it was more entertainment for him. Then at Rem* You… care about Misa a lot, huh? I didn’t know Shinigamis could do that. Rem: I do. And I mean every word I said, so think carefully about your next move, Light Yagami. Light:… Light: Alright, I get it *he coaches Misa to separate from him and clean up her face with some napkins on his desk* I got it… I guess it was foolish of me to think it would be that easy. Misa: Does… does that mean you… Light: Yeah. Kira is still in business. Misa: Yay! *she hugs him again, now happy* I will do everything I can to help you, Light, I promise! You won’t ever have to do any of this alone! Light *strangely enough, there was some comfort on those words* Yeah, but… Misa, I would prefer it if you promise me you won’t hurt L. I need to know that he will be fine. He hasn’t done anything wrong that deserves death. Misa *she frowns and lowers her gaze, thinking* I don’t know. L is very dangerous. Light: Then let me handle him when the times comes, alright? I can manage him. I will find the way somehow. Misa: Well… *she looks up* but I want something in return. Light *sighs* What is that? Misa: Date me! Make me your girlfriend and then I won’t touch a hair of L’s head! Light: Are you ki… *suddenly he realices that all this time Misa has been on his lap and this was the closest he has ever been to a girl before, blushing* I… are you serious? We just met! Misa: I don’t care *she hugs him again* It’s okay if you don’t feel the same, Light. I don’t mind! Just let me have you like that and I will trust you about what to do with L. I won’t even kill other people who aren’t criminals either! Not unless you tell me to! Light:…

Light:… Light:… You don’t really mind if I don’t love you that way?

Misa *shakes her head* As long I can be your only girlfriend and stay by your side, you can use me however you want, Light. Nothing would make me happier.

Light:… You shouldn’t say that to a guy *he patted her head, getting her to stand up, her hand on his* I don’t want to use you, Misa. You deserve better than that.

Misa *she stares at him and smiles, shaking her head as she brings his hand to his chest. Light blushed more intensively, taking him a long moment to notice Misa was making him feel her heart* You feel my heartbeat? That is how happy you make me. I haven’t been this happy in a long time. Please, accept my feelings, Light.

Light:…

Light: I guess… I don’t really have a choice here, do I? *he sighs and nods his head* Alright.

Misa *she nuzzles his hand against her cheek and let it go, smiling softly with a blush of her own* You know? I am happy to discover that Kira is so gentle too, on top of handsome.

Light *blushing, looks the other side* Again, we just met. A cute girl like you could have any guy she wants anyway.

Misa: I only want Kira. And… you think I am cute?

Light: I have eyes so, yeah?

Misa: Even with…? *her hand lift to her face, the side where her scar was* I was a model before. An idol. That all changed after this. Now I have to be very careful about how I present myself or people get weirded out. I got blacklisted from a couple of places because of it.

Light: I am sorry. But you are still cute regardless so, their lost *he gave her eyepatch back* You don’t need to use it here, by the way.

Misa: Thank you. I don’t mind *she put it back on and then looked back at him* Shouldn’t we… kiss each other?

Light: I… *his eyes darted to Ryuk and Rem, both of them still staring. Misa misinterpretated his look*

Misa: Rem, could you wait outside?

Light: No, wait. No. I… yes. But not now. We have to know each other at least a little bit before, don’t you think?

Misa: Have a date, you mean?

Light: Y-yeah. Sure.

Misa: Oh! You are absolutely right! Our first kiss should be something special! Where do you want to go?

Light: I… surprise. Yeah. Let me think of a good option first.

Misa: Okay! I will leave you my number then and you can call me whenever you have an answer! *Misa took his hand and wrote her phone number on it with a skull pen. Then she kissed it* Call me whenever you want. It doesn’t matter the time if it’s for you, Light!

Light:...

*moments later, in front of his house as Misa is stepping out*

Misa: Good night, Light! Thanks for everything!

Sachiko *hovering over his shoulder*: Shouldn’t you be thanking her for coming here?

Sayu: Is that your girlfriend, Light?

Light: Yes, she is *he turns around and runs to his room before the shock wears off and his family start asking him questions, closing the door behind him before falling directly into his bed*

#lucky light au #lucky light yagami #unlucky misa amane #death note #parody

[kalimagik]

For your 300 followers: My Hogwarts house is Slytherin. I’d prefer a male ship from the Marauders era please! My favourite class would probably be charms. I love reading and always want to have some really reckless adventure. I prefer angst? (But ending in fluff?) Thank you! Congratulations by the way!

Thank you so much! Let’s jump right in! 

I’d ship you with....

REMUS LUPIN! 

(Fun Fact, I love when people use Andrew Garfield as young Lupin)

How you met: 

-You were sitting in the library reading as you usually did when another person pulled a chair up to the table attached to yours

-You were at a really, REALLY good part of your favorite book, but the shuffling of papers caught your attention that you glanced up for a moment to see Remus Lupin pulling out all of his assignments. 

-He continued to make noise, slightly annoying you until you finally spoke up. 

-”Would you mind?” you kept your voice at a whisper and turned back to your books 

-”Oh! I didn’t mean to disturb you,” Remus would whisper back, his eyes never leaving your focused face once. “What book are you reading?” 

-People didn’t usually ask you about your books, so you bookmarked the page (never dog ear) and set it down on the table, a wide smile growing on your face as you told him about the plot. 

-Remus listened and nodded along, enjoying the passion you had for the story. “I think I’d like to borrow that when you’re done,” he grinned, taking the book cover in his hand to exam the summery on the back. “You definitely gave this thing a better description than the author!” 

Angst Blurb (with a tid bit of fluff) : 

“Your parents would never approve of me! You know that!” Remus yelled at you. It hurt so much to see the tears in his eyes. You had been loving this boy for over three years now and he just would not let you in. 

“I don’t care what they think, Rem. You’re my person. I know that and they’ll just have to see it too,” you tried to explain calmly. You knew that your parents wouldn’t care that he was a Gryffindor or a halfblood or anything else. He just got it stuck in his thick head that he could never be good enough for anyone, even you, who had shown him time and time again that he was a beautiful soul. 

“Darling, I just can’t do it. I don’t know why you are even suggesting me come to dinner,” Remus shook his head, running his fingers through his hair as he thoughts. “I don’t know what next year is even going to hold.” 

“I do,” you stated confidently. “We are going to be together still. We are going to fight through whatever doubts are going on in that head of yours and we are going to have a happy life.” 

“I don’t think it’s that easy. W-with my condition, I don’t think I will be able to have all those things.” 

“For Godric’s sake, Rem. You can have those things if you just let yourself! I love you and that’s all you have to know in order to do any of the things I listed!” 

“I just don’t know, but I will give it a shot.” Remus’ deep brown eyes met your own and you could see that he was genuine about trying to work with you. 

“Thanks, Rem,” your voice lowered to a whisper, “that’s all I could hope for! Now, let’s finish our last charms assignment for the year.” You turned your attention back to the papers before you. “I think you got number 4 wrong,” you mused. 

“No way!” Remus grabbed his paper and skimmed his answer. 

“Just kidding!” you giggled, placing a kiss on his cheek before taking the parchment back from him. 

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I hope you like your ship! Thank you so much for participating! 

#magik 300 celebration #remus lupin ship #harry potter ships #harry potter #hp #hp fandom #the moon and back

[boxed-n-bottled-arson]

Yandere Virgil Chapter 2

Summary: Romans dead, Patton’s sad, Logan’s said some things, and Virgil’s got some work to do. 

Warnings: Plotting murder, Murder, wet murder (its drowning get your mind out of the gutter), a brief description of drowning, a brief description of dead body, lots of talk of dead bodies, cursing (1), one-sided love, food,

Ships: Logicality, one-sided Moxiety, brief mention of Royality 

      Virgil walked into his homeroom (which was his ELA class), it was the day after Roman’s death and hushed whispers were running through the room. Virgil took his typical seat in the back of the class, and announcements came on not long after.  Nothing new was announced (Virgil assumed that telling a school of kids that their fellow classmates had died in “freak accident” while at school was probably not the best idea). When announcements were over, Virgil grabbed his stuff and started to head to his next class. Virgil looked around the hallway, and to his surprise, he saw Patton and Logan both lingering in front of the science class’ door. Logan was leaning on the lockers next to the door, looking a bit shaken. And Patton was talking to the science teacher and looked as if he’d been crying for hours on end, tears still swelling in his eyes. Curious, Virgil walked over to Logan. “I assume you’ve heard the news, or at least the rumors” Logan mumbled. Virgil just simply nodded. “It’s gonna be weird, not seeing him again. Patton’s taken it extremely hard, he and Roman were childhood friends.” Logan said, his tone shallow and monotone. Virgil didn’t make a comment.  Logan let a sigh out, “it’s really sad. Roman had this whole plan to ask out Patton, but now…” Logan trailed off, his glance landing on Patton. Virgil’s glance, which had previously been on the floor, now also drifted towards Patton. “You’ve got to admit, Patton is really cute” Logan commented, a light blush dusting his cheeks. OH NO, Virgil said to himself, THIS SHIT AIN’T HAPPENING AGAIN. 

Getting rid of Logan was gonna be a bit more difficult than getting rid of Roman. For one, Logan was in so many different after school activities, meaning his schedule was all over the place.  Two, Logan was extremely cautious, even more now that Roman had died from an “accident” (Virgil internally giggled every time he learned he had convinced another person). And three, it was hard to find anytime that Patton and Logan were separated. Patton was, of course, taking Roman’s death really hard, and Logan and Virgil had taken roles of comforting Patton. So, Virgil needed to find a sneaky way to get rid of Logan.

     Virgil had brainstormed a few ideas. Smothering? No, that could be messed up easily. Fire? There's no fire he has easy access to. Poison? That might work, but there would be a lot of potential evidence that could be traced back to him. 

     Virgil groaned. This was going to be harder than expected.

     It was a Thursday (about three weeks after Roman's death), and Virgil had taken his typical seat in the cafeteria near Logan and Patton. Patton was finishing a math assignment, Logan was writing notes for his next book club meeting, and Virgil was dwindly eating chips, but most of his attention was on a test he had in his next block. "Virgil?" Logan's voice snapped Virgil out of his daydream. "Oh I'm sorry, Lo I was in a daydream," Virgil said. "I was just informing you that Mr.Halfeild was requesting we stay after school tomorrow so that we could help him clean up from the labs that will be taking place that day," Logan stated, his eyes not moving from the notes he was writing. Virgil nodded, "I should be able to stay that day." Logan responded with a nod of his own, "That should be adequate, we will just need to inform him next block." Virgil hid his smirk behind his hoodie sleeve, things loved to just fall into place, didn't they?

      Virgil now had a good place to expel of Logan, but the real question of how still rung in his head. Virgil tried to ignore these ever-growing anxious thoughts as he walked into Mr.Halfeild's class after school on Friday. Logan had already been in there when he entered, and Mr.Halfeild sat behind his desk. "Ah Virgil, thanks for coming again. I just need you and Logan to clean the beakers we used today. I'll also need a few things soaked with warm water and soap, but that's mainly it. All I request is you both but in goggles." Mr.Halfeild chirped from behind his desk. Logan and Virgil nodded, and both walked over to the goggle storage area and grabbed a pair. "Now if you boys need me, I'll be in the chemical closet, some student managed to make quite a mess in there! The door does close on its own so just knock if need anything!" Mr.Halfeild said before he slipped into the closet. 

    Virgil's mind was racing the entire time they were cleaning. Virgil was put in charge of setting things to soak, while Logan started cleaning the first few beakers. Virgil could probably find a simple way to stab Logan, but dealing with blood would make his task even more difficult. As Virgil dealt with his query of how to murder his cleaning partner, he stared at one of the sinks in front of him. An idea hit him like a train, and he took one semi shaky breath before quickly putting it into motion.

     Grabbing the drain plug of one the sinks, Virgil turned to face Logan. "Hey, Lo" Logan turned around from his cleaning area "I pulled the drain out of the sink, but the water didn't go down." Virgil lied. God he hoped Logan couldn't see him shaking. If one thing messed up than Virgil would be screwed. "Hmm" Logan hummed before walking over and taking a look at the sink's bubbly surface. Virgil to a step the left, and back up a bit so he was behind Logan. Logan leaned a bit over the surface of the water. "What's in he-" Logan sentence was cut short, as Virgil pushed his head into the water of the sink. 

      The water was full of soap and a variety of different chemicals, and as much as Logan tried to push back up he couldn't. His eyes burned as the water got under his goggles, and it wasn't long before he couldn't hold his breath any longer and the chemical-filled water filled his lungs. 

     Logan's body fell limp in Virgil's grasp. Virgil let out a semi sigh of relief. That though was interrupted by the realization of what he now had to do. Hide the body. Virgil hadn't thought that one through. And it wasn't before he started hyperventilating and worries and fears rang in his.

     Through his panic, Virgil noticed the small note slide under the door. His already unstable breathing worsened, as he cautiously walked over and pick the note up. It was written in simple black ink, but the words sent a chill down Virgil's spine. 

     "Dearest Virgil, I see your plan and I've watched it unfold. I've got to say you really are dedicated to Patton, and truly won't stop at any cost. I mean Logan made a single comment, and now he lies dead on the floor of a science class, a curious thing isn't it? Now don't be alarmed, I'm an accomplice of yours. I've been cleaning up any evidence you left of what you did and planned certain events to your favor. Likewise wise, I know you now have a dead body on your hands (I've seen everything you've done) and I am offering to hide said body for you, but at a price. There are a few rumors flying around, and a certain someone who liked to spill them (rumors also point to a potential crush on your Patton). All there information is attached, take them out in at least 3 weeks, and I'll hide Logan for you (as well as keeping all your secrets safe). To make this deal official, simply put Logan and his bag out the window, I'll hide his body, and text his mom saying he was gonna walk home early. It'll all be framed like a tragic accident. So, do we have a deal?

-Rem"

     Virgil felt like he was on an emotional rollercoaster the entire time he read the note. So someone has watched me murder our classmates, helped me hide evidence, and is now offering to hide Logan's body for the price of me murdering someone for them. All the information made Virgil feel almost nauseous. Flipping to the next page of the note, he stared at the picture of his next potential victim. Their name was Remy Skyes, and they seemed like the cliche popular kid.  Virgil wouldn't have been interested if he hadn't one had a dead body on his hands, or two known this guy was possibly into Patton. 

     Virgil looked back at in the direction of Logan's corpse. It looked pale and almost sad, the spark was gone from Logan's eyes, replaced with a cloudy haze. Virgil looked back at the note. He knew he could most likely trust this 'Rem' person, and they were offering to help Virgil with the one thing he didn't know what to do with. 

     Shaking ever so slightly, Virgil put the note in his pocket and stood up, beginning to walk over to Logan's body. Picking Logan up, he walked over to the window in the back of the science class and slid it open. He looked down at the small bush lining the school had, and before he could think twice, dropped Logan and Logan's bag right beside them.

  Virgil let out a shuddered sigh and leaned against the wall next to the window. Another one down.  He told himself. And hopefully, the next one will be the last. 

#yandere!virgil #moxiety #sandersides #sandersides fanfiction #sandersides fic #logan sanders #virgil sanders #virgil x patton #logicality #roman sanders #evil!virgil #logan x patton #patton sanders #gay panic #murder #school au #@julieza07

[sadistic-second]

Alright, first of all, this is going under a cut. Reasons being I wrote a thing that’s 1) Suicidal and 2) potential spoiler-y? @axgmented wrote an ask for me the other day that I kept. It made me think and inspired this. So if suicide bothers you and that kinda thing, I wouldn’t read this. This is your only warning.

Reno hadn’t slept at all the night before. The Turk had been sitting on the edge of his bed, head in his hands. Nightmares plagued him constantly. It was all too easy to distance himself when he was awake, he just shut off, shut down. Just looking at him one wouldn't be able to tell the emotions playing around inside his head. The thoughts that continuously screamed inside his head. That dorky smile and playful banter hid more pain than anyone cared to realize.

Exhaustion had brought him to bed that night, too tired to go to a friend’s place. Hadn’t even bothered to take off the clothes he’d worn. The moment his feet hit the interior of his apartment, the door slammed shut, locked. He was walking down the hallway. Barely stripped out of anything, he’d flopped on the mattress. How long had he gotten to sleep before the terror had set in?

The clock had said 9:30 pm when he’d made it to bed. It was now 1 am. Three and a half hours of sleep before he was torn away from the horror that had plagued his dreams. From the dread that sank into every fiber of his being. Had it been worth it? Had the money actually been worth all of that? Had any of that been worth it in the end?

The answer was on a seesaw teetering in his head. 

Normally this wouldn't have bothered him. What was another sin added to his growing list? Nothing that copious amount of alcohol and thundering metal music couldn't solve.  Heh, would he even really want to listen to metal? Just the sound of that word alone was turning his stomach. None of this had bothered him. Not a single thing about it had him second-guessing anything. 

She had found out.

That’s what bothered him.

Reno was teaching Rem how to be a Turk, sure. Going to show her everything he knew and then some. But there were just certain things that he didn’t want her to see. Didn’t want her to know. What he’d done had been one of those things. How was he supposed to shield her from that? Her reaction hadn’t been expected, he wasn’t going to lie. Where was all the hate? The discrimination? Certainly, she had to have felt something about him for this? A sigh and he was shaking his head violently.

There were sides of himself that he hid from her specifically. There were parts that he wanted to keep her safe from. She would have to deal with her own struggles, she didn't need to know his, too. His only solace had been that she hadn’t been there, only read about it. She didn’t need to know everything that happened . . . But she had found out.

Either Tseng had told her of its location or she had just stumbled across it. He wasn’t sure. He didn’t know. The pages she’d read, they contained the whole incident in the most graphic of details. ‘Spare no expense’ he’d been told. ‘Write everything down’. Fuck did he hate paperwork. It hadn’t been such a burden on him before. But after this? Heh, after this he never wanted to do it again. No one needed to know anything that he did. Not everything. Not to this degree.

The resulting fight that took place up there was easily forgettable. That’s what he kept telling himself. They’d had the chance to stop him. Maybe he’d been a little careless. Hadn’t given it his all in a sense. Maybe he’d wanted them to stop him. Anything for an excise to have failed. Oh, but he hadn’t failed, had he? His speed was a blessing and a curse. Fingers had tapped away that that keyboard before anyone could catch him. But he hadn’t initiated it right away. It was one button press away. They could have stopped him. It was almost like Rude joining him, they were both begging to be stopped. But of course, that didn’t happen. Why hadn’t it happened? Had they been too afraid to go through with killing them or . . .

No, they were Turks. They were just too good at their job.

Rude might have pressed the button to start it all off, but it was Reno who put in the command. It was Reno who had gotten there first. Each clickity-clack of those buttons had drawn him in closer and closer. Each key a piece of him died, broke off. Pieces of himself that he no longer needed. They would have to be replaced, but he could deal with all of this later. Or rather, that’s what he had to himself at the time. But what if he didn’t want to deal with it? What if he just wanted to ignore it? Move on? Pretend that it hadn’t been him?

Pretending to pass out had been the least that he could do. The crushing weight of the realization of what he’d done bearing down on him. Why hadn’t Cloud just ended his fucking life right there? Then he wouldn't be having this breakdown right now. The way everything seemed to happen in slow motion after that. It felt like an eternity until Rude picked him up. He could feel the plate beneath him, the way it had seemed to vibrate as it gave away. 

His face was wet, tears were coming from his eyes. Metal should never have to make that creaking sound. Isn’t that why they used metal?! Brackets separated, girders strained. The suspension was forced to cave in. The Turk didn’t know all the technical terms, he didn’t know how to build shit like that. Just break it. But the haunting throng of horror played over and over in his mind to the point he couldn't stand it.

Tears weren’t the only reason his face was wet. When had he gotten into the shower? He didn’t even remember getting off the bed. A quick assessment of himself and he realized several things at once. Partially dressed. His gun had been brought with him and it was conveniently in his mouth. There was this weird little smile on his face as he left it in there. This was the least that he deserved for what he’d done. It wasn’t that hard to turn the safety off from this angle. And all it would take is a twitch of his finger and they would find him lying in his blood-stained bathtub.

So why was he hesitating? This was what he wanted, wasn’t it? Punishment for what he’d done. So why wasn’t he doing it? His body had started shaking. Was that fear? Turks didn’t have fear. Blame the water temperature all he wanted, it was too warm to cause this. Eyes had focused up at the showerhead before they lulled back to being closed. His hand had steadied. 

This was it, it would all be over in a manner of moments . . .

His cellphone starting ringing.

Reno could have ignored the phone if he wanted and just gone through with it. Ended it as nothing else mattered. But a special tone was playing. The one that he had specifically set up for her. His gun left its temporary home, the water shut off. Dripping wet, he didn’t even bother to make an attempt to dry off as he walked back into the bedroom to answer the phone before it went to voicemail.

“Hey, Remmy, what’s up?”

#Just Asher Things #Just Reno Things #Just Drabble Things #I know drabbles are 100 words exactly #But come on #Pretend this isn't 1243 real quick #Trigger Warning #tw: suicide #Suicide Mention #axgmented

[jdc1717]

Thank you all for all the kind things you said for my last fic. It was really sweet.

Basically: Four and Sky find a journal.

-<>-<>-<>-<>-

A hopeful message

Sky and Four were walking around by themselves for a bit. It was dusk and the rest of the group were already at camp doing who knows what kind of chaotic things.

Sky and Four had wanted to escape from the others before the chaos could start. They had seen the energy building up in Wild and it gave promise of mischief.

“This is nice.” Four said while looking around. They were near the ruins of Castle Town. Despite the long destroyed homes and buildings, wildlife grew all around and made quite a beautiful scene.

Sky smiled. “Yeah. It’s amazing how despite all the destruction has come, it can be rebuilt in such better ways.”

They continued walking for a bit before Four pointed to something in the distance. “What’s that?”

Sky held a hand to his forehead and leaned forward to look where Four was pointing.

There was a tree that seemed to have strange markings on it.

“I’m not sure…”

Before Sky could continue any further, Four was heading towards the tree. Sky, also curious as to what it was, quickly started to follow them.

The tree was like any other, tall, large, healthy. The only thing that set it aside were the markings that someone had carved into it.

The two squinted at the markings for a few moments before Sky voiced a thought, “Doesn’t it look like a cucco?”

Four tilted their head at the tree. “Yeah… it does.” He looked to Sky, “Do you think something is buried here?”

“Why would something be buried here?”

Four gestured to the markings. “Well it looks like this was left here for a reason.”

“Maybe someone just really like cuccos.”

Four snorted, “Those devils? I don’t think so.”

“what if it’s a body?” Sky asked.

Four stilled at that. It wasn’t hard to imagine a body being buried around there.

The hero of the four sword sighed, “Yeah, we shoul-“

“What’s that?”

Four saw where Sky’s gaze was and followed it to a hidden crack inside the tree. The two looked at each other before they came to an agreement.

They needed to know what, if anything, was inside.

Four reached their hand inside the crack and pulled out…

“Is that a journal?” Sky asked.

Four studied the small book in their hands and nodded.

It looked old. Years old. The blue cover was worn with time, leaving it torn.

Sky boy his lip, “Should we… should we read it?”

Four looked around and back at the book. “Well, one little page couldn’t hurt…”

Sky’s curiosity was overwhelming. “Just one, and then we put it back and head to the others.”

Four nodded. They sat down and began to read.

XX/XX/XX

This is a journal to my future self. I want to remember what I know about my brother. I don’t want to forget what he is like. Because already the expectations of the world are changing him and I want need to be able to remember him how he was. This may live on pass just me, so it will also be a story for future generations.

Sky and Four looked at each other. They continued reading.

Let’s start at the beginning. As children I remember my brother always being there for me. Our dad was the captain of the Royal Guard and my mother… my mother died giving birth to me. I know my family loves me, but sometimes I think they blame me for mom’s death. They say I look just like her. I’m not even sure how to feel about that.

Because our mom was gone my brother would often watch me while our dad was away working. My brother is an excellent cook, something my dad says he gets from our mother.

However, there were many times when my brother had to leave with my dad. At those times other villagers would come watch me. I never liked them as much as my brother.

For as long as I can remember my brother has known how to fight. With a sword, dagger, fists, anything really. There’s a part of me that hates my father for that.

My brother is kind, he will not fight unless he thinks it is necessary and sometimes I see him and father argue.

My brother always has a smile on around me, but I often wonder if he is just putting on a brave face.

Sky and Four didn’t bother to stop before turning the page.

He was 12 when he found it. No one is sure how he found it, my brother isn’t one to tell, but I can see that it is no blessing. People expect so much more of him now. “You will be just like your father.” They used to say. Now they say, “Our lives are in your hands.”

I haven’t seen my brother smile since then.

Four felt such sadness from within them. To be cursed at such a young age was… horrible.

Sky was sitting next to them with the same thoughts.

The two were too invested in the journal to stop there. They had to know what happened.

A few more entries: birthdays, funerals, weddings, preparations, and then the pages suddenly stopped. They were blank. Four flipped through the book until they found another page.

XX/XX/XX

It’s been a few years since my last writings. I’m not sure why I stopped. Maybe it was my hope that whatever was happening would be fixed and that everything would go back to how it has been.

That was such a stupid hope.

My brother has never seemed so… emotionless. It’s like all his thoughts revolve around just completing his job.

Maybe I’m right…

Dad has retired from his position, although he still has his sword. Not that I can blame him. The world has become dangerous.

Everywhere I go, all I hear is the threat of the calamity, but He will stop it. He and the Princess will save us.

My brother hasn’t been home in months, but that will be alright. After all this calamity business is done my brother will return home and our dad, my brother, and I will all sit at our table and have some apple pie.

My brother will come home. My brother is a knight. My brother is my favorite person. My brother will save me. My brother will save us. My brother is the Hylian champion and he will save us.

My brother Link will come home and we will eat some pie, because he isn’t going to lose. My brother never loses a fight.

Sky and Four stared and stared and, just for variation, stared some more.

“This is…This is Wild’s sister.” Sky said slowly.

“Wild has a sister!” Four exclaimed.

“...had. Wild had a sister.”

Four’s expression crumbled. “Does he need to know?”

“Wild has a right to know.”

“Know what?” The two heroes snapped their gazes to Wild and Twilight who had just appeared. The signs of past chaos showed in the ashes and dirt that covered the two of them.

Both avoided Wild’s gaze while Twilight asked, “What do you guys want to tell us?”

Sky answered, “We found this and… it’s important.”

He handed the journal to Twilight who looked at them strangely before reading. Wild read over his shoulder.

Sky and Four watched anxiously as the two read more and more. They were waiting to see the devastation that the book would bring.

It was surprising to see all the emotion fade from Wild’s face. He took the book from Twilight’s hands and sunk to the ground. “Oh.”

Twilight knelt next to his protege and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Wild, cub, are you okay?”

Wild looked up to his mentor with that blank face, the only emotion shown was the grief in his eyes. “Im… no yeah I’m.. im fine.

The tear that fell from his eye told a different story.

“It’s just another one.”

“Another what?” Sky asked.

Wild looked at the journal in his hands. “Just another hopeful message for a hero to save everyone. Just another person I forgot. Just another person I fai-“

“No.”

Wild’s head snapped to Four.

“You didn’t fail them. You did your best and literally died! That’s all people could ask of you.”

“But she-“

“She’s gone and I’m so sorry, but blaming yourself won’t bring her back.”

That emotionless face that Wild held shattered. Twilight quickly hugged his protege as he sobbed.

Four and Sky moved and sat on either side of the two.

“H..how..how can I..I m..miss someone I d..don’t even rem..re..remember?”

“She’s family, you never truly forget family. Just like the rest of us. We’re here Wild.”

And they were. Even as the night went on, they stayed with Wild. When the others finally found the four of them, they were all asleep. Sky, Four, and Twilight all surrounding Wild, who was clutching a small book over his heart.

#hero of the wild #hero of twilight #hero of the four sword #hero of the sky #wild’s sister #i just love any fic including Wild having a sister #Dani writes

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Vermillion Visitors (FF Type-0 x FE3H)

Rating: General Audience Category: F/F (for slight Edeleth) Crossover: Final Fantasy Type-0 x Fire Emblem: Three Houses Words: 4,857 Summary: It appears that a group of visitors not only came to the monastery but managed to incorporate themselves as a new house in it. The Black Eagles begin their discussion about the newcomers... but the same could be said about the newcomers themselves.

A/N: Forgot to also upload this. (Whoops x2) I might just make a long ramble about why Fire Emblem Three Houses remind me SO MUCH about Final Fantasy Type-0... you know, with the entire war going on, the themes they’ve conveyed, and the fact that everything is so morally gray... amongst many of the shared spoilers’ concepts... but that might be for another day. Instead, I had written a fun little crossover OS of these two. Hoping to write more of them soon! Also, Edeleth snuck in and made themselves at home in the fiction. 

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“Have you heard? There are these new students that just transferred into the monastery.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard.”

“I’m surprised Lady Rhea approved of it. Do we even have another classroom to spare?”

“We don’t.”

“So… where are they taught?”

“I heard their teacher teaches them right outside of our lecture hall.”

“Out in the field? I’m surprised they could even learn…”

“I’m sure they did. Their teacher is no ordinary one. He’s a commander!”

“A commander? Sounds like someone from Brigid.”

“He is not coming from Brigid.”

Three houses gossiped and whispered amongst themselves, but none ever did so loudly than the Black Eagles. (Perhaps it is due to Dorothea, Ferdinand, Linhardt, and Hubert’s intrigue!) Whenever they spotted the vermillion cape and unique school uniform different from theirs, their eyes were glued to the person(s) of interest. They were like pigeons awaiting for their snack! Now, over lunch, almost all members excitedly chattered and debated about the foreign visitors.

“I have to agree with Petra on that one,” Caspar stabbed a fork into his steak. “He doesn’t have a tan skin like her.”

“Are you serious, Caspar?” With a deadpan expression, Linhardt stared from across the table. “Just because someone is not tan does not automatically rule them out.”

Their conversation moved onto the next phase. The aura that surrounded the visitors felt as if they possess far more experience than they would have with others of the same age group. Whenever they returned from battle, not one of them possess injuries, save it for minor afflictions. Their missions always went exceptionally well. Such an outcome was starting to become predictable, even when less than five members are sent out to the frontline. The fact that none of them required battalions made their achievements far more superior than any has seen.

“Most impressive… I hope to learn from them,” Ferdinand crossed his arms; an amused smile was drawn to life. “The fact that they’re able to return from battle without a scratch or scar shows me that they are no amateur.”

Dorothea, who was seated two spots away, clicked her tongue.

“Of course, they aren’t, Ferdie. Everyone could see it from a mile away. Perhaps you should reevaluate yourself if you had to think about their capabilities.”

“You’ve always had a sharp tongue with me, don’t you?”

“Oh, how perceptive. Would you like some money for your wounds?”

“Okay, okay, cut it out, both of you,” Caspar flailed his arm out for their attention. “Sheesh, can’t you both fight when we’re NOT eating? We’re here to talk about them.”

Bernadetta poked and probed at her beans with a fork as the blue-haired furiously reeled them back into the topic. Beads of sweat flew out of her head as she murmured,

“A-Aren’t… aren’t they a little… too perfect?”

“What do you mean?” Linhardt, who sat next to her, turned. “Perfection is an impossible feat to achieve.”

“I-I know. It’s just… the way they carry themselves… It’s like they’re not even human.”

Perfection. They were literally the manifestation of perfection. Students from the three houses had to admit that they were at a higher plane based on raw strength. Even Byleth, Catherine, and Shamir confessed that they would have trouble fighting their commander if they were to spar one-on-one!

“They are most kindest— kind people I have met though,” Petra shook her head. “I cannot see them as perfect. They are like us.”

“Hoh… Is that so…” the songstress hummed. “You might be right. They may be strong, but they’re still students.”

“That is correct.”

“Some of them are so cute too~”

“Dorothea strikes again…” the white magus blinked. “Still, I must say, they are a pleasant company.”

Ironically, at the same time, their naïve personality contrast with their veteran status. Some of them would get into senseless fights on academic grounds, and some would host picnic parties for other students outside of their group. Silly arguments would spout out of nowhere. Smiles and laughter beamed from their directions. Game of chase, singing, and naptimes were some of the frequent side activities. After all, they are still children. They deserve to live a little!

Dorothea leaned forward, elbows on the table and chin resting upon the palms of her hands. She eyed Petra as the foreigner brought the filled spoon to her mouth.

“Speaking of the commander, if he isn’t from Brigid… then what is their house name? They must have come from somewhere!”

Linhardt lowered his cup of water.

“They’re from Rubrum. I heard their house is called… Class Zero.”

Ace, the card wielder.

Deuce, the flutist.

Trey, the talkative bow user.

Cater, the gunner.

Cinque, the smasher.

Sice, the silver reaper.

Seven, the whipper.

Eight, the boxer.

Nine, the dragoon.

Jack, the samurai.

Queen, the valiant knight.

King, the marksman.

Machina, the driller.

Rem, the twin dagger-wielder.

Kurasame, the ice reaper.

As their gossip ensued, two individuals missing from the cafeteria were spotted in their respective classroom. Before the tall male left, he turned towards the vermillion noble.

“Perhaps it’s best we maintain our observations on them, Lady Edelgard.” Hubert placed a hand on his chest, bowed his head, and continued. “There is little information on them, and I do not know if they prove to be a danger to us all.”

Although the other students had generally accepted their abrupt appearance after a week, Edelgard, Hubert, and Byleth kept their suspicion. How could trust come so easily when 14 students, one teacher, and two odd creatures not only seek for refuge but seek a premise to remain as students? It had already been five months into the new school term. Admittance to Garreg Mach Monastery is impossible. Future contenders and apprentices were given another chance for the next academic year.

Until now. The commander by the name “Kurasame” struck a deal with the archbishop. No one other than his Tonberry, Seteth, and Flayn knew of the spoken dialogues between the two. It simply took an hour for the holy maiden to grant permission and acceptance into their neutral sanction.

“May the Goddess Seiros watch over you.”

His features hardly faltered. (Not that there was any to start with thanks to his armored mask.) Kurasame nodded once and turned his back towards the neon green-haired, his rough footsteps echoed in the quiet chambers. Not a single comment nor reaction came from him afterward. Not even to his closest ally, the Tonberry.

They were immediately provided with spare dormitories. Unlike the other current students and staff, members of Class Zero were squeezed into shared bedrooms of two and three. Ace and Trey; Deuce, Cater, and Cinque; Rem and Queen; Eight and Machina; Nine, Jack, and King; Sice and Seven. Kurasame had shared rooms with the Moogle and Tonberry. Facilities were immediately provided without a second glance. The students and CO were prioritized in field trips compared to the other three houses. Special attention was bestowed by the Church of Seiros. Gifts came showering in their direction as if they had a birthday party every week. Other than the lack of a classroom, they were living a luxurious life… even more so than the nobles and rising lords from all three nations!

Jealousy was an understatement. Many of the faculties, staff, and students are confuzzled beyond reason about their existence. What gives? Why are they treated as if they were all kings and queens? Hatred and spiteful remarks were numerous. Prayers to Seiros began to taint with sinful desires to tear apart the newcomers. Even comments were proclaimed right before their face! Brutal skirmishes sparked between Class Zero and the other students, especially those from the nobility. Yet the majority marched onward without strife. (The exception being Cater, Sice, Nine, and Machina.) It was as if ill will bounced from their invisible force shield.

However, there were some that view them indifferently. If anything, they viewed them with great fixation. The three house leaders, Dimitri, Claude, and Edelgard spared none of their curiosity to civilians of Rubrum. All three were on mutual agreement that there was something off about this group. Yet that did not stop them from interacting with members from Class Zero. Dimitri did not hesitate to try and befriend them, especially with Ace and Queen. Claude made various attempts to dig information of their origin from Jack and Cater. Edelgard tried to decipher and outline their abilities, more so with Sice and Machina.

They remained an enigma to this day.

“Professor?”

Byleth glanced up from straightening her papers. She found herself looking at the white-haired noble. The rest of her students had scampered away after the dry lecture. Tactical lessons about the importance of geography bored many, if not all, to death. No one dared to stay after either for questions! The fact that the Adrestian Empire’s lord waiting after class meant another matter might be at hand.

“What do you think of them?”

Byleth corrected the pages’ posture until their edges were even.

“Are you talking about Class Zero?”

“Yes.”

“…They are special.” No reaction. Byleth glanced up from her documents. Then, she turned her back towards the female lord and gathered the rest of her belongings, but not without adding a remark. “I see potential in them. Perhaps too much potential…”

The way Class Zero operated… They were clearly above their levels. It was not to say that Byleth, Manuela, and Hanneman cannot handle their students. The three were professors with plenty of practical knowledge. Almost nothing could get past them. However, the newcomers were a force to be reckoned with.

Commander Kurasame commanded his students with minimal effort on his end, yet they were able to produce satisfying results to the salivating requesters. Patriotic praises are sung high from a few. Disobedience from orders was rare to their superiors. Death and bloodshed had never budged these students from their responsibilities. Relentless assaults rained upon their enemies and monsters with fluid movements. Weapons and magic tore apart their foes without a single bit of hesitation and remorse. These students were like soldiers…

No— They are soldiers.

Byleth shook her head.

Child soldiers.

The teal-haired furrowed her brows and stuffed a textbook into her brown duffel.

As an ex-mercenary, she had seen plenty of conflict throughout her life. At the tender age of six, she picked up her first weapon. At the tender age of ten, she killed her first monster. At the tender age of twelve, she killed another human being. That was due to her occupation; it was a part of her job. Whether she fought for a nation or not, it did not matter. She was a mercenary. They were hired, they completed their job, they were paid. Nothing more, nothing less.

But Class Zero? They were like her students… They were so young to be thrust into battle. Byleth curled her fingers inward, her nails digging into her trembling palm.

“I would never treat my students like foot soldiers.”

Commander Kurasame may be a teacher to them, but he is, above all, their commander. The way he ran his lecture is a stark contrast to Byleth’s. Times, when her students were forced to fight, was solely out of survival and monthly task set out by Lady Rhea. Kurasame held no punches. “Ice Reaper” nickname fit him so well when he trained his students. They went out to fight for the Church of Seiros almost every week for the Goddess’s cause. Breaktime was scarce for the children. The few times Byleth had spotted them, their slumped shoulders and worn features struck a chord within her. That made it all more heartbreaking.

The professor felt warmth envelop her right hand on the table. She glanced at Edelgard, who gently squeezed with both hands.

“I’m sure they have their reasons, Byleth. If anything, I’m grateful to have you as our teacher.”

How strange. Byleth’s eyes softened. She is being cared for by her students. Their hands parted only for the older female to caress Edelgard’s face. This caused the vermillion noble to nestle into the nearby comfort with a blooming smile. If Edelgard were to have someone like Commander Kurasame… Her navy hues darkened. Byleth would never allow them to teach her and her classmates. Thumb smoothing over her skin, Byleth cracked out a smile.

“And I’m grateful to have you as my girlfriend.”

“!”

Alas, that smile was ever so fleeting on Edelgard’s lips. It was replaced with widening hues, jaw dropped, and a deep shade of red bursting from her cheeks. Incoherent sayings rattled out of the girl’s mouth as she took a step backward. An arm was raised, the blush spreading to all parts of her face.

“W-Wha— Why did you have to say that?!”

“Is… that a problem?”

“Of course, it is!”

Their relationship was no mere student-teacher. After the excruciating waiting and “what if” games, they finally took the first step above friendship with the help of a few allies. Edelgard had both hands pressed against her own chest; a frown marked as a prominent characteristic. The corner of her lips wavered as she barked,

“It would be bad if someone were to overhear us!”

Not that anyone other than Sothis, Jeralt, and the Black Eagles knew about it. Their private affairs would open a can of worms should word spread. Gossip about Class Zero might be overridden by the mere mention of their affairs. How scandalous. Just imagining the headlines made her stomach drop. “Edelgard von Hresvelg, the future ruler for the Adrestian Empire, found dating with Professor Byleth!” Edelgard might as well give up on her purpose of becoming an emperor if their secrets were exposed.

Byleth squinted her eyes to a slit, a twinkle sparkling from the corner.

“You’re right. It would be bad.”

“I’m glad that you see where I’m coming from. Now, I suggest we— MMFH!?”

What a surprise! Byleth pressed her lips onto those soft, pink flesh. Though it was brief, that managed to silence the 18-year-old. Temporarily, that is. When they parted, a tiny mushroom cloud of steam blew from the top of her head, and in came the overreaction.

“What are you doing?! What if they see us?”

She began to take a couple more steps backward, her entire face becoming as red as a beet. This was her limit for today. Any more and she might faint on the spot! The professor shrugged her shoulders with a neutral expression.

“They didn’t though.”

“BYLETH!”

“Yes?”

Ugh, how unbearable! Edelgard would love to run up to the teacher, pull on her cheeks, and scold the older female of her social etiquette. She really needs to work on them! Did she even interpret the earlier outburst correctly? Based on her blank reaction, it appears not. There was that strange twinkle not too long ago though… Could that mean she was being teased instead?! Hark, the white-haired closed her eyes and coughed into her fist in lieu of retaliation. She stilled herself for a few seconds; the heat simmered down to nothingness as she guided their conversation back to the main topic. When the female cracked open her eyelids, she wondered,

“Do you think they could be swayed by my words?”

Recruitment is an important part of her current plan at the monastery. Although she placed a great deal of trust with Byleth, she knew that her goals would have a greater chance of achievement if there were more comrades standing by her side. It was a noble purpose… a noble purpose that requires the spilling of blood from many; it was a bleak path that can drive one to insanity. Edelgard has no choice but to march forward into the crimson puddles and road, lest she succumbs to something more than depression!

Byleth cupped her own chin and stared downward. Those navy hues examined the wooden tile’s patterns intently during her ponder. Class Zero was a group that she hardly knew much about. Secretive was the correct terminology to describe them. They appear open and possess a cheerful disposition, yet there was something hidden beneath their exterior. She could not explain her line of reasoning for it, but her instincts forewarned about their origin. It was at the tip of her fingertips… Confirmation and elaboration were all she needed. She gazed upward. Edelgard had kept her eyes on her older girlfriend. Eventually, the professor huffed.

“It’s too soon to say. We should leave them to be.”

“…You’re right. I must be getting ahead of myself.”

“Perhaps.” Then, the teal-haired reached out to pat the student’s hair. “Whatever their answers may be, I will always be by your side, El.”

“Yes… So long as I have you by my side, I have nothing to fear.”

“Good girl.”

Their conversation came to closure as Byleth resumed tidying the classroom and her supplies. This might take some time. In that case, Edelgard motioned a farewell to her teacher before taking her leave. Trouble was already waiting. A couple steps out of the lecture hall and she came to contact with another student.

“Oof!”

The impact possessed a bit more power than she had anticipated. Unfortunately, she had lost her balance. Edelgard fell forward and into the person. Had it not been for their quick reflexes, they would have collapsed together. Should Claude ever be present, he would have laughed his bottom off at her misfortune. If he were kinder than his schemes, he might have given pity points in her way. Her gloved hands pressed upon the male’s broad chest. The black attire, the red cape, the golden patterns… A single glance told her that it was none other than a student from the infamous Class Zero.

“King…?”

“Are you okay?”

His deep voice reverberated from his throat. Taller than both her and Byleth, the young man gently eased her away from his body. Compared to him, Edelgard felt like a midget. (He reminds her too much of Dedue.) She could not help but bob her head and slurred thanks. Seeing that no harm was done, the gunner softly scoffed and turned his back towards her.

“Please be careful. Had you bump into someone like Deuce or Jack, you would have been in trouble.”

Straight to the point; there was nothing more to add. Though there was truth to his words. Deuce was the weakest member, and she would have been the one causing trouble instead. As for Jack, he can be a flirt with the ladies. This holds no exception to those outside of Orience, the playboy spotted hanging out with a new girlfriend every week or so. King immediately left her behind, the house leader staring after him like a deer in headlights.

Not even a minute ticked by until the mullet-haired bumped into his classmate. An elongated sigh slithered out of his respiratory system when the dragoon tucked his hands into his pant’s pockets. Hunched over, Nine grumbled as his eyes followed the now-leaving Edelgard.

“Tch, she’s just staring at us like we’re animals.” Nine swiped the corner of his mouth while wearing a scowl. “I wonder what she’ll think if we give her a good ol’ lesson— OUCH!”

The dragoon vigorously rubbed the top of his head as Queen delivered a punishing blow. She retracted her hand and shook her head.

“Nine, please refrain yourself.”

“How could I? Don’t act so holy yourself, Queen. You saw the way she looked at us!”

“Lady Edelgard is not the type to act that way. Besides, it’s normal for them to view us that way. Didn’t you remember how we were treated back at the peristylium?” She was correct. Back when they were a part of Suzaku Peristylium as cadets, they attracted far more attention than needed. After their bravery from their first operation, Class Zero gained plenty of infamous focus. Everywhere they walk, whispers and murmurs tailed after them. Some were singing high praises as if they were the gods and goddesses. Some resented the students as they gained special permission to be a part of their academic institution. The fact that they were receiving similar treatment on this educational ground slightly disappointed them. It was unsurprising to an extent. She adjusted her glasses and returned her attention to Nine. “Then, again, I’m sure your simple mind could not begin to understand the complexity of our situation…”

“Oi oi, try saying that again to me, Queenie,” the rowdy boy got up to her face. He snarled and jabbed his finger on her chest. “I do understand our situation! I’m not stupid!”

She rolled her eyes. “You couldn’t even name the nations from Orience.”

“Ha! Yes, I can!”

“Right…. Right… Sure you can….”

“KORRA! I’ll prove it to you! It’s Lolicon—”

“Relax, Nine,” King placed a hand on the raging boy’s shoulder. He firmly squeezed on it as he muttered, “We have bigger issues to deal with.”

“Tch, we’re talking about that axe-wielding girl, aren’t we?”

“No…”

Queen exhaled loudly. Right at that moment, the other members of Class Zero coincidentally regrouped in the field. (Many of them wandered about the premise and had either returned from a mission or from the training grounds.) Thank goodness they would be able to divert Nine’s poor attention span to the main problem at hand.

“How goes your mission?” Ace asked the three participants: Deuce, Trey, and Cater.

“It went well,” the flutist clasped her hands with a faint smile. “We were able to escort and protect the Knights of Seiros into the Kingdom of Faerghus.”

“The walk was long though… and THIS guy wouldn’t shut up!” Cater pointed her thumb at the archer. “If I had known he would be coming, I would’ve convinced Nine and Machina to take both Deuce’s and my place!”

Trey pinched the bridge of his nose. “I hope you understand how much it pains me to hear that from you. You simply do not understand the importance of the political climate here in Fodlan. There is also the Crest system, to which they are to—”

“Ugh… Just SHUT UP.”

Sice held no punches when it came to annoyance, especially regarding Trey. The grim reaper dramatically covered her ears and groaned. She would love to stab a fork into her eardrums if she could. Actually, maybe it would have been better if someone taped up his voicebox so he would cease speaking. Trey would have been better had it not been for his running mouth. No one cares what he has to say… Not even the kindhearted Ace, Deuce, and Rem from Class Zero… and certainly not from Marianne, Mercedes, and Linhardt.

Seven rested a hand against her forehead. “Even though we’re thrown into another country, I’m surprised we are still acting as nothing happened.”

“What can we say?” Jack placed both hands behind his head, his head slightly tilted upward with a grin. “There’s nothing wrong with trying to make the best of our situation. It’ll do us no good to wallow in grief.”

“That’s problematic if Jack starts talking some sense…”

“Oooo, ouch, Sice, your words wound me.”

She stuck a middle finger at him as their comrades lightly chuckled or giggled at the exchange.

“Jackie is correct though~” Cinque popped in between Deuce and Cater, her arms tossed over their shoulders. The two nearly buckled under the abrupt weight as the mace-wielder giggled. “I think we’re brought here for a reason.”

“You may have a point…” Queen cupped her chin and frowned. “Ever since we’ve gotten sucked into that black portal, we’ve been stuck here.”

The unofficial class president labeled by her classmates vividly recalled the time of their transportation. All fourteen members were in their classroom. A lecture was handed out by Kurasame, who taught them advanced lessons on casting potent spells. His Tonberry calmly watched over the students. As for the Moogle, he had gathered worksheets from the diligent students. Almost an hour into the long session and a loud shatter resonated within the premise. Everything came to a standstill. The focus was dragged straight towards a black tear in space. Before they knew it, everyone in the room was pulled into the supernatural feature of the unknown.

This all happened in less than one minute. The next thing they knew, they were plopped face-first into the soil of what is called “Fodlan.” Despite their knowledge of survival, this barren landscape was a little extreme for the students. It was a miracle for them to receive help from the monastery had it not been for Commander Kurasame. Otherwise, they would have ended in a sadder state than they are currently.

“Do you think we could really head back?” Machina gripped Ace’s shoulders. He lightly shook him. “I have to return back for the sake of Izana.”

“Machina, I’m sure we will.” This time, Rem grabbed her childhood friend’s wrists and tore it away from the first Class Zero member. “It will do you no good to think about him. Right now, we need to figure out how to get back to our country.”

Seven puffed air and glanced elsewhere. “If we do, we’ll be dragged back into war. I like it here.”

War was frequent in Orience with the four nations. The Dominium of Rubrum, the Milites Empire, the Kingdom of Concordia, and the already-obliterated Lorican Alliance were slaughtering each other in the name of their morally grey reasons. Plenty of skirmishes and dying soldiers were almost a daily occurrence. This was all due to the peace treaty being violated by one other than Cid from the Milites Empire. He broke it and immediately struck the Suzaku Peristylium’s grounds. Screams and wails of dying students haunted their memories. Grown men trying to bring about the same treatment as they’ve done with the other students. Guns blazing in the roaring flames. Magic and summons recreated for the sake of a crucial minute. Blood spilled everywhere. Dying students were forgotten in history by the country's Crystals; name tags commemorating their existence by mere names. It was a violent conflict. Their comrades were dying each day. They couldn’t even catch much of a break. One slip-up and they were finished.

The fact that they were transported here during times of peace was seen as a blessing.

“I prefer if we stay here if you ask for my honest opinion.”

“Sure, it is peaceful, but I have a feeling we need to return back to Orience as soon as possible,” Cater said. “We may have a reason for being summoned here, but once we’ve accomplished it, then we can go home.”

“Back to the dreadful war again?”

She gravely nodded.

“Yes… Back into the conflict.”

“…”

Everyone became silent. Their heads hung, many of the students began to contemplate their reason for being here at the monastery. Why are they here…? And for what purpose? Who sent them here? A multitude of questions floated within their skull, desperation for answers becoming aggressive at its owner and listener. Are they tools for war once again? If they were brought here, does that mean they had to participate in another war-like effort? They are child soldiers, the vermillion-caped cadets dubbed the "Red Demons."

“Until we find a way back… Let’s enjoy ourselves~”

Cinque random antics were so unpredictable. However, that made her weighty statement all the more powerful; Ace could be seen singing some from himself too. He chuckled and lowered his head.

“She’s right,” he said. As the atmosphere lightened, he added, “We might as well think of this as a long-term vacation. Besides, I don’t think it hurts to get to know everyone else.”

Deuce intertwined her fingers and beamed. "I think we should have a picnic with everyone!"

"That sounds like an excellent idea."

That voice did not belong to anyone of the 14 members. Rather, the mature, feminine voice boomed from behind the card-wielder. Before he could glance over his shoulder, the ex-mercenary stepped forward and stood by his side. Ace cautiously watched her actions. As they were strangers upon this land, though they may have been a part of the monastery for a month by now, they were conditioned to be wary of anyone outside of their little Class Zero family and their self-proclaimed mother, Arecia Al-Rashia. You just cannot trust anyone. If Suzaku Peristylium's Commandment and co-conspirators always used sly, corrupted techniques to get them and Mother Arecia killed, then who else could they trust? This professor seems trustworthy though from their observations... even Kurasame's Tonberry warmed up to her.

"Hmph," King crossed his arms. "You think so?"

The professor nodded. Despite her brick-like expression, the teal-haired motioned,

"If anything, just as Ace mentioned, we should get to know everyone. I think it would be fair for us to get to know you all too."

"Oh~ So which Housey should we have a picnic with first?" Cinque raised a hand high in the air. "I think it'll be too much to have all three Housey to have lunch together, right?"

A glimmer sparkled from the corner of Byleth's eyes.

"Since I am the professor of the Black Eagles House, I would love to have you all meet my students."

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