#though invariably remus is mentioned

[kirascottage]

can i request a blurb within Remus x female reader where she is just overwhelmed and really stressed out and she breaks down, crying in remus’ shoulder?

in sync

remus lupin x gender neutral. reader

summary: remus holds you while u cry :,)

word count: 0.8k

warnings: academic stress (mentions of failure), pet names, swearing, anxiety implications and mentions, crying/breakdown (not rly descriptive), hurt/comfort

a/n: the reader has painted nails but there’s no gender terms or anything necessarily fem coded

Nearing exam season was quite a difficult time amongst the students of Hogwarts. Piles upon books at your beck and call as small paper cuts littered your dominant hand whilst your fingers endeavoured to memorize every specific page in your textbook with the pad of your forefinger tracing every sentence.

The overwhelming amount of knowledge weighing on your mind and the frequent gaps in time were invariably spent away from friends and rather cooped up in the library with your senses deteriorating by the minute.

Remus, James, Peter and Sirius had frequently speculated where you had realistically been as grades were tremendously valuable to you and your further career choice. Even though Sirius had typically attempted dragging you away from your chair for at least an hour and James had successfully spelled all your quills to be proved futile; there had still been no progress. Your spine simply aching in agony and your mind weighing increasingly heavier as the dates advanced.

Remus has particularly taken notice as moral behaviours went conspicuous to him, the trembles in your right leg, the way your fingernails had increasingly gotten shorter and the inner cavern of your lips began to scab from the nibbling due to your anxious behaviours.

He had glimpsed at you one mundane morning, a complete familiarity with your eyes thickly coated in tears, and your nails completely chipped of the similar manicure your nails adorned every day since Third Year.

Something wasn’t right.

It seemed as if you were compelled when grasping at your textbooks and retreating to your classes for the day. At lunch hour he had caught you anxiously pacing near the great hall, overlooking his presence entirely until his hand grasped at your forearm.

“Remus, what’re you—“

“Angel.” You knew that tone. It was soft but firm; His presence, as well as his tone indicator, caught you off guard completely. You began inferring what he was getting at. “Darling, C’mon.” He released his grasp, instead offering his palm that you hesitantly took as he steadily brought you to his empty dormitory, as his mates were fooling around the Great Hall and most likely pestering Lily and Marlene.

He noticed the way you excessively gulped as he placed you onto his bed, the thick coat of perspiration rising in your irises unwillingly returning. The second you had sniffed it was almost immediately that he grasped at your midriff, your nose burying itself in between his shoulder and neck.

He paused for a few moments before your arms loosely hung off his torso, tears escaping the sockets of your eyes as the considerable trepidation finally began to release from your veins. He painfully listened to your muffled sobs whilst caressing at your hair gently, waiting for you to calm down.

“There’s so much to learn, I can’t fail Remus! Everything is so stressful and difficult. I just feel so bloody daft I want everything to just—“ You spoke contemptuously into the crevice of his neck while shaking your head, the recurrent sobs inevitably leaving your lips breaking apart and disordering your speech into stutters.

“Right here, Baby. I’m right here.” His croons striking directly against your heart as you had been unknowingly avoiding the boy in efforts to naturally focus on your academic studies but rather pushing him away. “I know what you’re thinking, this isn’t your fault.”

Your head shook slightly to the point where he could glimpse at the tears flowing out of your irises; carefully placing a delicate kiss to the main output of your tears, he sighed against your skin as you spoke.

“I feel like I'm doing everything wrong! I just need a fucking break.” Those were your final words finished with a sniffle as he tenderly caressed his fingers down the arch of your spine and back up to the slope of your nape.

“I’ll help you. I’ll help you organize and study. Just gotta calm down, yeah? It’s the least I could do after everything you’ve done for me.” His head now resting against your temple, further soothing you into a calm state as your breathing had sufficiently slowed down and sobs had calmed due to your deep breaths.

“Darling, you’ve gotta breathe. Breathe with me.” He slowly inhaled as your frantic pace reluctantly began to sync with each other.

“I just—“ You cleared your throat while recollecting your thoughts, “Don’t wanna burden you. You have to do stuff too.” He pardoned your words with the emphatic shake of his head.

“I can compartmentalize.” He offered with a head tilt, “Stop being so perfect Mr. Prefect Remus Lupin.” You sniffed again, pulling your arms tighter against his torso, your mind completely ignoring the asperous material of his Uniform.

He was aware of your teasing, most likely about to unduly burden his insecurities in his mind but your honesty spoke more volumes to him more than his psyche ever could. Placing a final kiss on your cheek he cautiously lifted his head to look at you, a small grin tugging at his lips, mirroring his demeanour he nudged at your nose with his own; “Everything’s gonna be alright, Bunny. Trust me.” And you did, Remus always made sure everything was going to be okay.

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[princessjaqulinechess1031]

Cuddle Puddle

Summary: Janus is in charge of the kids while Patton is at work. 

Characters: Janus, Virgil, Roman, Remus, Logan, and Patton

TW: Blood Mention (Brief)

Same universe as my precious Sanders Sides fic, linked here.

“I say we watch Sleeping Beauty!” Roman squealed, jumping up and down next to the television. Remus looked up from where he was shifting through their stack of DVDs and stuck his tongue out at his twin.

“But we watched Sleeping Beauty last time!” Remus argued. “We should watch Shrek!”

Logan huffed and flipped the page of Jacob Have I Loved, looking over the edge of his book and the tip of his glasses. Janus noted his annoyance, and cleared his throat, bouncing baby Virgil on his hip. The twins were as thick as thieves, but they also had the worst tempers. Fights between the two of them were explosive when they happened, and Janus had known his brothers long enough to know when bickering was quick to become a full-blown argument.

“Roman, Remus, why don’t we come up with a compromise?” Janus suggested. Roman and Remus both turned to look at their eldest brother, expressions that clearly demonstrated that they thought he was out of his mind.

“But I wanna watch Sleeping Beauty!” Roman whined at the same time Remus let out a “But Shrek!”

Janus sighed. Patton was a much better at placating than him, but Patton was off at work. That left Janus alone to come up with a way to entertain and watch their brothers until they invariably fell asleep. And given that it was Friday and therefore not a school night, that meant the twins were going be raising hell for several hours.

That was why Janus had suggested a movie in the first play – it was much quieter and kept them occupied for a little while at least. He had forgotten, however, that Roman and Remus were notoriously stubborn. They would fight for hours over what to watch if Janus let them.

Logan put down his book and frowned at his younger brothers.

“Why not watch something else entirely then?” Logan asked. “Something like….How to Train Your Dragon, perhaps?”

Janus bit back the smile that threatened to appear when Logan mentioned How to Train Your Dragon. Though Logan would never admit it, Janus knew that Logan enjoyed that movie much more than any of the other ones that Roman and Remus watched on repeat. Janus supposed maybe the erudite Logan could relate to the inventive Hiccup in some ways. Regardless of why, it was a brilliant suggestion, as the twins seemed to light up.

“Dragons!” Remus whispered, his eyes alit, and immedailty began searching for the DVD in the stack. Their movie options were limited only to what was available in their DVD stock, as they really didn’t have the funds to pay for Netflix and the like.

Virgil hiccupped on Janus’ hip, and then looked up at Janus with wide, bright eyes. Janus smiled down at him and ruffled his thin brown hair, and the one-year-old giggled once before unceremoniously sticking his hand in his mouth. Janus bit his cheek in light disgust before shaking his head. That was just what babies do.

Roman, now fully on team How to Train Your Dragon, nearly vibrated with excitement and retreated to the small bucket of toys shoved into the corner. When they moved from the house to their new apartment, all they could afford was a one bedroom, making the living room the living space for both Logan and the twins. That meant the corners were full of stacks of books and tubs of toys that they tried their best to keep tidy.

Roman began to dig through the toys, flinging toys this and that way onto the floor. Janus frowned as he dodged a stuffed tiger thrown his way.

“Roman, quit making a mess,” Janus lightly scowled. Remus slipped the disk into the DVD player and then scuttled over to where Roman was still digging through the tub. Virgil curled into Janus’ shoulder and Logan rolled his eyes but shut his book regardless as the play screen popped up onto their television.

Roman popped up triumphantly with two identical dragon stuffies, shoving the black furred one into Remus’ hands. His twin accepted it easily and wordlessly, hugging it tightly to his chest, Roman doing the same with his white-coated dragon. Virgil eyed their stuffed toys and suddenly became aware of his lack of a stuffed toy, specifically one Miss Floofy the Spider (Patton had named it), and he let out a small screech. Janus plucked the toy from where it sat on the arm of the couch, and handed it off to Virgil, who took a leg in his fist and let the stuffed animal hang from his hand.  

“Now we can watch the movie!” Remus chirped, and him and Roman returned to their spots in front of the television.

“If you sit that close, you’ll hurt your eyesight,” Logan offered, pushing his glasses up his nose. Roman turned to look over his shoulder and stuck out his tongue at the older boy. Logan furrowed his brow and crossed his arms. “It’s true. If you read the little pamphlets at the doctor’s off—”

“Lame!” Remus shouted, cutting him off. He pressed the play button on the DVD player. The movie’s credits began to flash on the screen, and Logan hmphed at being ignored. Janus sat down next to him and put a hand on Logan’s shoulder in an attempt to comfort the ten-year-old, but the boy was unreceptive.

Janus leaned back and shifted so that Virgil was sitting on his lap, hugging Virgil to his chest and kissing the very tippy-top of his head. Virgil began to twist Miss Floofy over and over again in his hands, amazed at how he had the power to move the stuffed toy. Logan remained in his spot on the edge of the couch, his head in his hand as he watched the action on screen. Logan watched with what might have been confused for boredom on anyone else, but Janus could tell from the way his mouth twitched and the slight sheen to his eyes that he was honestly invested in the movie unfolding before him. His book laid forgotten by his side.

As for Roman and Remus, they laid on their stomachs, feet up in the air as they watched with awe a film they had seen perhaps a thousand times before. Roman and Remus whispered between themselves nearly every other minute, most likely comments about how fun it would be to have a dragon or something along those lines.

Janus just remained on the couch, watching his brothers with periodical yawns. They had had a long day at work, and all Janus really longed to do was snuggle deep in his blankets and sleep. But he knew that it would be irresponsible to leave his brother’s unattended as he snoozed.

Who knows what kind of chaos that the twins could cook up? Logan was still a child (despite his protests), and he could not be left to fend for himself. And Virgil was just a baby still.

About halfway through the movie, Janus leaned back to check the time on the kitchen stove, and he realized it was slowly approaching seven. A little late for such a young one as Virgil to be awake. Janus frowned and looked down at Virgil, who was chewing on Miss Floofy’s leg with his few teeth and blinking rapidly, a dead giveaway that he was getting tired.

Janus stood, and neither the twins nor Logan noticed as he slipped out of the room and into the bedroom, leaving Miss Floofy behind.

It was kind to call it a bedroom, Janus supposed. It was noting more than a small room with two beds shoved inside. One was Virgil’s crib, which was patterned with the purple sheets that Patton had picked up for next to nothing at the dollar store. Janus bounced Virgil gently as they walked to the crib, and Virgil yawned against Janus’ neck.

“I know, you’re so tired, aren’t you? My poor little spider,” Janus whispered into the top of Virgil’s head. Virgil let out a small, tired sound and it warmed Janus’ heart. No matter how long or hard a day that Janus had, the innocence that Virgil had was very welcoming. He did not know nor care about their state of financial affairs, all that they knew was that they were tired and that they wanted to sleep. It was a simple need, one that was not clouded by responsibilities like Janus’ needs were.

Janus lowered Virgil into his crib, making sure that the nightlight plugged into the wall was on. Virgil was a skittish baby, and the dark did very little to set him at ease.

As soon as Janus let go of Virgil, however, the very sleepy baby popped back to full wokeness. Virgil let out a screech and reached his hands out to where Janus was still standing over the crib.

“Oh, spider, I’m sorry but you really need to sleep,” Janus whispered, even though he knew that Virgil was unlikely to understand what he was saying. “You’ll sleep better in your comfy bed than if I held you.”

Virgil let out another screech and began to kick his legs in frustration, arms still outreached to Janus.

Janus sighed and slipped a single finger into the crib, and Virgil clasped onto it tightly, swinging it back and forth as we continued to let out frustrated and needy cries.

“Virgil….” Janus tried. He needed to return to the living room soon, to make sure that Roman and Remus didn’t so something crazy when they inevitability got bored, and it was far too loud in the living room (what with the large action pieces of the film coming soon) for Virgil to sleep. He had no plans to just leave Virgil alone, as he resolved to keep checking in on him every fifteen minutes or so, but he also could not just leave the others alone either.

Virgil swung Janus’ finger around and kept his empty outreached to Janus, closing it and opening it as beckoning call to Janus to pick him up. Janus sighed, his resolve breaking. He supposed holding his baby brother would not be the worst thing he could do. He would simply rock Virgil to sleep and then return him to his bed after he had fallen asleep.

“Oh, alright, since you insist,” Janus conceded finally. Janus retook Virgil in his arms and let Virgil bury his head into his chest. Virgil finally stopped crying out and stared blinking again, softly letting out a more tired and grumbling sound as he once again was in his eldest brother’s arms.

Janus sat down on the bed, leaning against the wall (they had sold the headboard and bed frame in an attempt to replenish their emergency savings, which was at a staggering zero when they moved into the apartment), propping a pillow up to prevent a stain from appearing on the light-yellow wall.

Janus hugged Virgil closely to him, and Virgil yawned thinly. Janus ran a soothing hand down Virgil’s back in an attempt to help him fall asleep faster, and Virgil reached a handout to bawl his mini fist into Janus’ yellow t-shirt, sticking his other one in his mouth and sucking on it without a care in the world as he drifted off into his dreamland.

“Just drift off,” Janus murmured. His allowed his own eyes to fall shut for just a moment, and his hand very slowly came to a still, bringing his hand to rest on Virgil’s back. “I’m right here, my precious spider. You can rest easy.”

Janus heaved a deep breath and did not open his eyes.

“I’m right here.”

*****

“That was awesome!” Roman squeaked, clapping his hands together as the end credits began to roll across the screen.

“I know!” Remus agreed. He titled his head to the side, and stuck out his tongue, like he always did when he was thinking hard about something. “I wonder if the dragons bleed red?”

Roman frowned. “Gross.”

“I’m just asking!” Remus said, hopping to his feet. Logan repicked up his book and gave them a careless glance.

“Technically speaking, most reptiles do bleed red color much like we do,” Logan supplied. “And given that Hiccup in the film calls the dragons reptiles, we can assume that they bleed red.”

Remus nodded like this was sage information, and sat up, crossing his legs in front of him.

“But they’re magic,” Remus argued, “so what if it’s like magic blood?”

Roman crinkled his nose and turned away from his twin, hugging his stuffed white dragon close to his chest.

“Can we talk about something that isn’t gross?”

Remus grimaced. “Poopeyhead.”

Roman pursed his lips and turned away from Remus, turning to where he expected Janus and Virgil to be sitting, but just saw the unemotional and unwavering plastic eyes of one Miss Floofy as the toy sat on the spot Janus had vacated.

“Where’d Janus go?” Roman asked, rising to his feet. Logan pushed his glasses farther up on his nose and stood, moving to return his book to the stack in the corner.

“I would assume he went to put Virgil to bed,” Logan said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Roman considered this for a moment and then started to make his way over to the bedroom.

“Where are you going?” Remus questioned, going to follow after his brother. Roman sent him a withering glare over his shoulder.

“To tell Janus you called me a poopeyhead.” Remus sent a glare right back.

“Tattle-tell!”

Roman disappeared into the room, and he folded his arms across his chest.

“Janus, Remus called m—”

Roman cut himself off as he took in the scene before him. Both Janus and Virgil were fast asleep, but Virgil was not in his crib as Roman had expected. Rather, Janus was leaned against a propped up pillow as he snored softly, Virgil splayed across his chest and fists dug into Janus’ shirt as the slumbering baby drooled onto his eldest brother. The nightlight in the corner cut them both in a soft light, causing a soft orange glow.

Roman tilted his head to the side curiously at the same time Remus burst into the room.

“I promise not to—”

“Shhhh!” Roman interrupted, bringing a hand to his lips. He leaned closer to Remus and whispered. “Janus and Virgil are asleep. Don’t wake them up!”

Remus cast his glance on their sleeping brothers, and then he gave a mischievous grin and climbed onto the bed. Roman put his hands on his hips indignantly, and Logan chose this moment to enter.

“What are you doing?” Roman demanded in a whisper-shout.

“I want in on the cuddle-puddle!” Remus returned easily. Remus laid down next to Janus’s leg and then grabbed onto it, hugging it close to him. Roman frowned, and Logan shook his head. Janus did not rise from his slumber, merely let out a small sound and then fell slightly down on his pillow.

“Come on, Ro-Ro!” Remus beckoned. “You know you want to cuddle!”

That was true. Roman did want to cuddle. But he was also still upset with Remus for calling him a poppeyhead.

“Say you’re sorry and then I will,” Roman said. Remus smiled easily and flicked his hand, an apology rolling off his tongue flippantly.

“Sorry!”

Roman smiled and then followed after his brother, tumbling onto the bed and grabbing onto Janus’ other leg. Logan gave a beleaguered sigh from where he stood by the door.

“I suppose now there is an unspoken expectation that I will now join, yes?” Logan asked. Roman and Remus both nodded vigorously. Logan stood his ground and remained routed by the door.

“Well, it seems your expectations will come to nothing, as I will not be joining you,” Logan said. Roman frowned and sat up just a little bit, letting go of Janus in the process.

“Oh, come on,” Roman bemoaned. “Quit being such a…..partypooper! It’s fun to cuddle!”

“Yeah, it is!” Remus echoed. Logan stared at them for another long moment and then let out a resigned sound.

“You’re not going to give up until I join, are you?”

Roman and Remus both smiled devilishly, and Janus let out a snore. Logan, accepting his fate, shook his head and made his way to the bed. He sat tentatively on the edge before laying back, diagonal to the edge, still not touching any of his brothers.

“This is as far as I will go.”

******

Patton wiped at his face as he entered their apartment and dropped his keys on the counter. It had been a long shift at the diner, and all he wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep for the next nine years. Maybe ten.

He blinked and looked out into the living room, and he realized with a start that the lights were still on, the play screen of a movie popped up on the television screen. He tilted his head to the side and looked to see the twins and Logan were not asleep on the pull-out couch or cot respectively. Patton blinked and checked the clock on the stove, and just as he thought it was just past three in the morning. Way past time for them to put to sleep.

He wrinkled his nose and walked over to the bedroom, where he expected Janus to be, and maybe he could tell him where the others were.

“Hey, Jan, can you tel—”

Patton stopped short once he entered the bedroom, and he saw all of his brothers piled on top of the bed. Janus was propped up on a pillow, Virgil tucked onto his chest and held tight in a hug. Roman and Remus each held onto one of Janus’ legs, while Logan lied at the bottom of the bed, just out of reach of the others. And all of them were asleep.

Patton smiled and clapped his hands together. This was…. this was just precious. His five brothers were the most important thing in his life, and his heart sang at seeing them altogether like this. Patton pulled out his phone and snapped a photo of it to keep, knowing that it would most likely end up as his lock screen fairly soon.

Patton went to change his clothes and then quickly joined them, not wanting to be left out.

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[musicallisto]

Hi! May I please have a marauders, MCU and blades of light and shadow match-up? I'm straight, she/her. I'm a ravenclaw and an INFP, I'm introverted but pretty friendly and outgoing once you get to know me. I love reading,my favorite genres are fantasy and poetry. I tend to daydream quite a lot and have a tendency to overthink stuff, I can also be a tad melodramatic at times. People often come to me for advice or to vent! (1/2)

I Ship You With...

Remus Lupin

okay you two would be the cutest and most affectionate couple - also the most blushy one

it wouldn’t help that the others (James and Sirius, especially) would spend the first days teasing the hell out of Moony for finding himself a girlfriend

“oh, he’s all grown up now” “Sirius” “look at our baby, James! can you believe how fast time flies?” “Sirius Black” “shh. let me pretend you’re still a little boy” “SIRIUS”

(they’re obviously incredibly happy for the both of you. you deserve & love each other so much, and you’re a pair of nerds that they love to watch snuggle together by the fire when you think no one else is looking)

you’d exchange books that you love and have the other read them, then discuss them - most of the time it would end up in frenzied conversations until two and a half in the morning where you gush about the characters and the worldbuilding and you sigh dreamily at the romance and the magic of it all, until he slyly reminds you that nothing is imaginary in the magic world

you’d shyly come to him one day and ask if he knows any reliable and truthful books about his... furry little problem (as you’ve learned to call it with the other boys, but really you don’t like that denomination because it implies that Remus is problematic), because you want to learn more about how to deal with it when it arises and how to keep him and everyone around safe, and you mostly trust books to give you this kind of knowledge. he’s deeply touched by your request, and although he tries to keep his composure and give you a list of works that resonated with him (though he doesn’t read too much about werewolves. it’s still difficult to handle the reality of it all), you can tell by his reddened cheeks and his fumbling words that it’s the most thoughtful sign of affection anyone has ever shown towards him

dates in Hogsmeade! what was at first strictly a friendly gathering for the entire group in the period preceding christmas remained a friendly escapade when you got together with Remus... but also the rest of the Marauders learned to give you a little space every time you go down to the village and leave you to frolick, as Sirius abjectly calls it, in the colorfully-lit streets.

you grab butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks (it will invariably be way too sugary for your liking, but seeing Remus’s white, creamy mustache after he dipped his lips in the drink is always worth it), as many sweets as you can carry in Honeydukes (most times it requires more than one bag and a few magic tricks to be able to transport them all), and end the day walking hand in hand in the main streets of the village, snow gently covering your hair and shoulders and engulfing the two of you in a winter wonder. his fingers and yours always tense when your steps bring you closer to the Shrieking Shack; but you press his hand, and when he’s more restless than usual or the full moon approaches you press a few feather-light kisses to his knuckles. you’re here and you’re not going anywhere. for that day and for that night, at least, everything is going to be okay.

Bruce Banner

it takes him more than ages to ask you out. decades. centuries! MILLENIA

and meanwhile absolutely everyone with a pair of eyes can see how dumbstruck he gets whenever you walk in the room, and how his every internal organ stops when you talk to him. in his eyes, you’re a paragon of confidence and coolness (which actually you’re convinced you aren’t, because you’re also a blabbering mess whenever you have to talk to him), and he’s... well, he’s only himself. some kind of STEM nerd. also, on occasion, the Incredible Hulk. no big deal? YES VERY BIG DEAL

but in reality, it is not big deal for you. he seems to forget every so often that he is a doctor and that someone with several PhD’s doesn’t exactly qualify as a STEM nerd in your mind (maybe at least its most powerful form). and even beyond that, he is an incredibly caring soul who’s constantly putting others before him, and it’s mesmerizing and refreshing to just sit on a chair in his lab, reading a novel, with him working on some new solutions, listening to the buzz of the kilns and the lapping of distilled water and peroxides in their testing tubes. you get a sense of peace when you watch him work that you never seem to find anywhere else, and in no one else’s presence.

now obviously Tony (it always has to be Tony) can’t BEAR anymore all this tension between his two best associates (that’s how he calls his friends when he’s not drunk enough), and is practically begging the both of you to make a move or at least talk it out and resolve all of this electricity. which you’d rather die than do, because he’s Tony Stark, he can’t imagine the immensity of the humiliation that would slap you in the face if you attempted to confess your feelings to anyone (especially Bruce!), but you can and you know.

after a few more failed attempts, Tony decides to take the matter in his own hands. nothing in this world will ever get done without his help, he swears!

at first he tries to convince the both of you, separately, to go to a mystery blind date at Luna Park, on Coney Island. you both vigorously decline. Tony has had brillian ideas in the past, but putting yourselves out there to spend a day with a stranger and possibly find love with them? ridiculous. that’s when Tony changes plans: now he’s inviting the both of you (still separately, without mentioning anything jointly) to spend the day with him at the fun fair. it will be fun, he says, just an afternoon eating cotton candy and rifle shooting with his friend. that sounds fishy enough coming from him. it’s a miracle (or maybe a consequence of Tony’s incessant supplications) that you both accept.

when you see Bruce, and Bruce sees you, arrive from both sides of the street to the meeting point you both agreed on with Tony, you start to smell the con-trick. obviously, you shouldn’t have put this past Tony Stark. now you’re both stuck with the other and you have nowhere to look at to distract yourself from his shy, adorable eyes and timid smile. of course.

well. now that you’re here, standing like idiots, not daring to say anything to the other, in front of the entrance of Luna Park, you’d rather make the most of it. chase the butterflies that pierce your throat whenever you catch a glimpse of his excited voice, extinguish the flames that arise through all your body when he puts his hand on the small of your back - then promptly moves it.

the ferris wheel seems to call you. tugging on bruce’s arm, you lead him to the attraction with more enthusiasm than you imagined you would have when the day started. New York City is always a wonder to look at from the heights. Bruce lets out a nervous laugh, but follows you anyway. it’s not like anything is bound to go wrong, right?

but of course. you both were carefree enough to forget that the entire ordeal had been orchestrated by none other than Tony Stark. when your cabin reaches the top of the wheel, and your face lights up at the sight of the sea, Tony’s voice rings out from the speakers at the exact same moment as your cabin comes to an abrupt halt.

“your attention please. due to regrettable circumstances, the ride will be stopping for approximatively thirty minutes. please enjoy the view, whether it is the bay or the person in front of you. later.”

suddenly you want to grab him by the collar and throw his smug little smile out the cabin, headfirst into the Atlantic.

“I’m so sorry,” rings out Bruce’s voice in the tightness of the cabin, his embarrassment true. “I shouldn’t have agreed to this and now I got you in this mess...”

“You didn’t get me in any mess. I agreed too. I guess...” you swallow hard, the faintest of smiles coming to rest on your lips. “I guess we’ll have to make good use of this time, then.”

Tyril

it takes a lot for him to open up to you: patience, efforts, gentle smiles and light touches on his shoulder, good manners, and respect of his past, privacy, and boundaries. a little like approaching a wounded animal in the woods. you have to gain his trust, first. it’s not the easiest task you’ve ever had to tackle, but hey, it can’t be harder than recollecting the evil shadow shards to stop the harmful influence of the murderous, evil, shadow court over your world, right?

(it’s almost harder, actually! you never would have guessed. but that elf has so many walls around his soul, and you have to scale every one of them with your bare hands.)

it’s worth it, though. it’s always worth it to see his smile light up the forest like a thousand fairly lights, and the tenderness of such a beautiful soul, that has lost so much, come alive every time you embrace him.

you see the blue flame of sadness in his eyes when he looks at you, and he sees the image of Kaya, the one he cared for so deeply and he lost so much time ago. it still pains him because he feels like it might be his fault, that he didn’t work hard enough to save her from the evil of the shadow court. his worst fear, although he will never admit it, is that another of the innocent people he loves most will succumb to the darkness and he will watch it unravel, powerless. but you assure him that it will not happen. you are too strong-minded to be corrupted.

he teaches you how to fight, and it’s an unexpected moment of intimacy between the two of you, getting to know each other better than ever, with each other’s strengths and weaknesses

you only ever see him be truly happy when he’s surrounded by the lights of the fae, that you randomly stumble upon in the middle of the deadwood, and that reflect a thousand colors on his beautiful, upturned face. at that precise moment, you can swear you’ve never seen someone more radiant, and someone more in love

when his eyes finally fall onto yours, his look of utter adoration does not disminish, quite the opposite actually; and he holds your gaze as if you were much more of a wonder than anything that’s happening in this kaleidoscopic clearing. your breath hitches in your throat, and a pink fire blossoms in your chest; it is here, in the most desolated of places in the entire country, that you discover love and love discovers you for the first time

#long post #ship request #harry potter #marauders #remus lupin #marvel #mcu #bruce banner #playchoices #blades #tyril #mywriting

[montpahrnah]

i know you've given your thoughts a few times re: sirius and remus, but i'd also love to hear what you think of female hawke and isabela. your characterisation of them is incredible, and generally quite a bit more mired in existential angst than other fics i've read. and since i'm in love w/ your music taste, are there any songs you feel would fit them? thank you v much!

thank you for asking because i definitely don’t talk about hawke/isabela enough lately… 

tbh it’s the sort of ship i’m almost invariably drawn to, i.e. two characters with a long, fraught history who are both massive fuckups in their own rights, and also one of them is dead. when i first started writing them it struck me how rare that is between female characters–women are rarely allowed that kind of narrative in anything, that connection/obsession/inevitability spanning years and conflict and chaos etc etc complete with personal odysseys that drag them back together again… that’s what i live and breathe for

as a character i think isabela’s writing can be a bit clunky and i’ve seen people say she’s such a trope in canon, which i can agree with in some ways (and certainly understand where people are coming from w/ that), but if i can be cheesy about this for a minute she’s always meant a lot to me and i’m grateful for a female character who is such a sloppy mess sometimes. she doesn’t always want to do the right thing and she’s selfish and loves to lie to everyone including herself and even after she’s done bad things she’s sometimes fairly unrepentant about it. she’s terrible at being nurturing or comforting or–at times–emotionally available. she’s manipulative and sometimes she’d love to get away from herself. like remus she’d rather run away than deal with anything, but unlike remus isabela at least has the courage to come back, put things as right as she can, and then take off again.

some of the things i find most interesting about her are suggested or only mentioned rather than explored outright in canon, and i guess i always found it frustrating that fandom was okay with fluff for these two but didn’t often dig into the richness there that i found so interesting (for the record, i don’t blame anyone for not wanting to engage with some of that, and i think a lot of it is symptomatic of fandom’s wider issues wrt writing female characters, but that’s an entirely different post). isabela was sold into marriage by her own mother; years later she killed her husband. she commanded a ship full of men and she is very painfully aware of what the world is like for women–her first instinct the moment she meets hawke is to be protective. tragedy sort of trails after hawke like a very weighty train and isabela gets dragged along for the ride, which would be exhausting. hawke can be sanctimonious and a bit insufferable and she doesn’t always understand/try hard enough to understand where isabela is coming from, but the same could be said of isabela with hawke. they don’t communicate well, especially before isabela runs off. isabela would much rather get out of dodge than stick around and see things to the end like hawke does.

and then there’s isabela’s whole Love Is Fake thing which turns out to not actually be true haha oops which balloons like a spectacular mushroom cloud into her prolonged freakout, as you do, when she realizes what she’s done, and that she’s fucked up someone else, too. i love that most of that–her best and her worst–doesn’t change after she hooks up with hawke, like there are a few lines i hate (“hawke is my purpose” or however it goes because yeah, no) but isabela doesn’t change. she doesn’t soften and settle down and magically become a perfect partner and communicator and fade into self-sacrificing contentment. and then of course they only get in a bit of good time before hawke takes her martyr complex and gets herself killed.

i like thinking about their relationship in the context of kirkwall’s worsening conflicts, because i don’t think there’s any way to get around how it affected both of them. isabela is an amazing character–she’s cunning and caring and sometimes cowardly, and her heart is (usually) in the right place even if it irritates her a little. the stupidest and bravest thing she ever does is fall in love with hawke even though it comes back to bite her in the ass, and she knows it’ll come back to bite her in the ass. basically it’s never going to be a hallmark original movie for them either, but i wouldn’t want it to be.

the fun thing about thinking of hawke/isabela otp songs is that i can choose from any era–not that it isn’t fun to stick to canonical hp eras, but there’s something deeply freeing about not having to restrict yourself… anyway, here u go bud (recs in this vein encouraged btw!!!):

shelter from the storm – bob dylan (lol)fall in love with me – iggy popi get nervous – lower densdo you need my love – weyes bloodactor out of work – st. vincentworth the tears – sheer magi started something i couldn’t finish – the smithssweet dreams – angel olsengame of pricks – guided by voicesthe whole of the law – yo la tengodirty hands – black lipsshut up kiss me – angel olsenhounds of love – kate bushpeep hole – guided by voicesgloomy sunday – billie holiday (i was only dreaming…)

#female hawke/isabela #music