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Riding the hyperfixation train wherever it goes Sharing fic prompts that I can’t ever finish

[littleststarfighter]

Really just wanted to draw a Camp Counsellor, Steddie. But being a bit of a horror fan I turned toward the awesome 80s videos of the day for inspiration. Where both of them think a warm summer and babysitting kids is going to be a breeze. Little do they know that they become the Final boys as something stalks the camp 😢 Is it really killing the kids? Or are the boys just stuck in their own nightmare the Camp created for them? DunDunDun!!!! 😨😈

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So, uh, I got much inspired by this beautiful art and made a fake horror movie trailer)) It has slightly darker vibes - serial (ghost?? 👻 🔪) killer on the loose - adults/staff (not kids) victims - and these two dorks on their way to save the night. Should be fun!

Oh, and no short shorts, though, really sorry about that!

@littleststarfighter thanks for your amazing work and inspiration! ❤️

[littleststarfighter]

@lengthofropes Thank you right back for sharing and creating this amazing video. I really wish this was a real Netflix series but it's just so amazing and creatively done. I'm in love ♥

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Context: Regulus is Harry's art teacher, James is the one that picks him up and has a huge crush on Regulus, and Harry, being Harry, tells him.

This will be a series.... I think.

[runehart-deactivated20240217]

“magic isnt real” — plants just grow out of the ground. for free. everywhere.

[trupie]

"It doesn't stop being magic just because you know how it works."

-Terry Pratchett

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Say it again so everyone hears it.

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Teeny tiny🤲

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Excuse me while I go cry about the baby Black brothers.

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In other news…. Fic idea that I’m absolutely not going to write. If you want it, it’s yours, just tag me when it’s done 🖤

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Instead of becoming famous with Corroded Coffin, Eddie becomes one of the first MTV VJ’s. He focused mostly on metal ranting about his favorite groups on Headbangers Ball, getting to meet and interview some of the people he’s spent his whole life looking up to. Back then everyone was hyping everything because they just wanted MTV to succeed, so when he got assigned to interview Steve Harrington, who was as pop as they come, he took the gig and figured he could have some fun needling him for being so square.

Except Steve gives as good as he gets, and the two end up bantering their way through the interview. Just before it ends Eddie gives Steve the go ahead to say something to all his female fans, give them a virtual taste of the Harrington charm, figuring that Steve would say something cheesy into the camera and they’d sign off.

Except Steve turns his full attention right to Eddie, like he’s the person he’s trying to charm and Eddie couldn’t even tell you what Steve said says because he’s locked in on the way Steve’s eyes are flicking down to his mouth while he talks and then everything comes into sharp relief when Steve holds the mic to the side and leans in close to whisper “female fans are nice, but I’d rather go home with you.” Before winking at Eddie, waving to the camera and walking off stage.

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Imagine… that Regulus Black didn’t die that day in the cave, and instead chose to disappear, to walk away from the war and try to start again.

Imagine… that Regulus steps away from magic altogether and tries to find a place in the muggle world. Along the way he reinvents himself completely.

Imagine… 10 years down the line James stumbles into this muggle candy shop he’s heard of, where it seems like magic fills the air. His curiosity fueling the need to see it for himself.

Imagine… James getting the air knocked out of his lungs because there at the counter is his Reggie, handing out candy to customers, a smile on his face as he watches them scream and laugh and try to figure out how the candy works. James knows it’s magic even if the other customers don’t.

Imagine… Regulus looking up and seeing James, a smile creeping across his face as he presses a finger to his lips and nods towards the delighted customers.

Imagine… Regulus whispering “look at them, Jamie. If anyone can use a bit of magic, it’s them, isn’t it?”

Imagine… they get to fall in love all over again.

(This TikTok got me thinking and as always Will was there to add fuel the fire… and the perfect dialog for Reg)

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Expanding on this because Nana and I couldn’t help but keep talking about it. We figured somethings would be painfully the same, and others would play out differently. Maybe Reggie walking away would create a butterfly effect. Maybe not.

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But imagine… that Regulus ran after he destroyed the horcrux- he simply didn’t see a place for him to fit anymore. A puzzle piece that has gotten to rough around the edges, too warped to fit in its previous place, if it even wanted to fit, which Regulus didn’t, not really. There was no scenario where he could still be a death eater, to go back there would mean immediate death. And as much as his heart ached to run to Sirius, to let himself fall into his brother’s arms like he used to do when he was small, he knew that path was closed as well. No, Regulus was without a place to turn to, so he simply walked away and found comfort in something familiar.

Imagine… that it wasn’t finding magic in the ordinary that initially drew Regulus to chocolate, it was the mundane. It was fleeting memories of Sirius making chocolate for Remus, Regulus stumbling across him mumbling to himself in the Hogwarts kitchen one night. Sirius didn’t explain why Remus needed chocolate, or why Sirius needed to make it when they could buy perfectly good chocolate at Hogsmeade, he just looked up in frustration when Regulus came in before stepping aside and letting his little brother help. Old habits from long nights with Kreacher slipping back into place easily. They didn’t speak during the day, but at night they would find each other in the kitchen and make chocolate and whisper to each other, quietly catching up over melted candies.

Imagine… that after Regulus ran he lost touch with the Wizarding world, afraid to get to close again and put himself or someone else in danger. But still, he wasn’t exactly hiding either, or if he was it was in plain sight. Somewhere along the way Regulus convinced himself that it was too dangerous for him to reach out, but that Sirius would come eventually, that his brother would open the door to his shop and everything would be right with the world again. But that day never came and Regulus found himself locking that part of himself away, slipping into this new life as someone else, embracing the magic where he could.

Imagine… that when he sees James that day he only has a moment of happiness before he notices how the light that James always exuded has dimmed. How beautiful James Potter seems to be broken in a million places. barely holding it together as Regulus takes him into the back and wraps him in his arms.

Imagine… Regulus’ horror as James cries softly and tells him everything he’s missed in the last 10 years. How the war continued, how so many people died. How he fell in love with Lily and they had a child. In the middle of the world falling apart, how for a moment they created a small piece of happiness. How Sirius and Remus were Harry’s godparents, and they were so good at it, it was like they were born to be a part of his family, if only for a little while. How it all got taken away so quickly. Lily and Harry dead, Sirius in Azkaban for betraying them, Peter in the wind, Remus a shell of the man he used to be.

Imagine… Regulus hearing all of this and realizing that what he did, the sacrifice he made, hadn’t made a difference at all. How, even with the horcrux destroyed, Voldemort still managed to carry forward, leaving a path of destruction in his wake.

Imagine… Regulus kissing James softly on the forehead, a small gesture in the face of everything he’s heard, but one he tries to fill with love for this man who has spent a lifetime trying to make sure everyone else is okay, who has carried the world on his shoulders, and who has lost more then Regulus can even imagine.

Imagine… Regulus quietly whispering plans into James ear, pressing hope into him the best he can. He can’t undo what has already been done, can’t bring back those who have already died, but he won’t continue to hide either. They will get Sirius out, they will make Remus whole again, and they will, once and for all, kill Voldemort. They will find a happy ever after somehow.

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A Little StarChaser Story

Fandom: Marauders

Relationship(s): StarChaser, (very) background WolfStar

Trope: Enemies to Lovers, Idiots in Love

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He hated that man. Truly. Deeply with every fiber of his being. He had from almost the very moment JP Jewelers had opened up directly across from his own store at the Promenade. He honestly couldn’t understand why James Potter was even in the jewelry business at all. He certainly didn’t understand why James insisted on “popping over to check his sales” every day or so, smug smile plastered on his face as he let his fingers trace along Regulus’ own jewelry displays. Like this was some game they were playing, James leaning close and asking if the titanium bands were selling, asking if he was donating the merchandise from what he assumed was a vast personal collection, treating Regulus’ business like his personal stage to perform in. Regulus hated the way James moved through the space like he belonged there, hated the way he’d smile and say “Later Reggie!” as he waltzed back out the door and back to his own shop.

For his part James loved Regulus. Or at least loved to get under his skin. Had from the moment he saw him while he was touring open store fronts. His serious expression and down turned lips tracking James and the mall rep as they discussed prices. James had delighted when Regulus stalked over to make sure they understood that putting a jewelry store directly across from his own was a terrible business decision for all involved. He had been positively giddy when Regulus leveled a glare at him when he responded with a smile and a glib “oh I don’t know, might be fun, a little friendly competition to keep us all on our toes.” James didn’t understand Regulus, why he kept everything so serious, why he seemed to refuse to enjoy life, why he wouldn’t just let James in a little bit. James didn’t understand him, but that didn’t stop him from continuing to needle Regulus anytime he had the chance.

The Holidays brought out the best and worst in them. Last year, the first year they were both open, they had spent weeks trying to one up each other with sales and deals, their respective signs containing barely hidden references to the other’s store. The rivalry enough to bring the local news their way to “report” on the holiday jewelry hijinks, and Regulus had been loathe to admit that it did drive sales, for both shops, just the way James had insisted it would. This year the interest, and the chaos seemed to double, customers seeking out both shops to see who would outdo the other, to take pictures of their signs and watch as James and Regulus snarked back and forth from their counters.

Regulus is exhausted, and frustrated, why couldn’t James just leave him be? The sales were nice, but having James’ attention on him was starting to wear him thin. He needed a break, so when Sirius approached him and tells him that he stealing him away for a brothers night at a small cafe his friend Marlene owns, Regulus doesn’t think twice about grabbing his coat and following his brother down the street.

James is exhausted as well, but elated, the energy of the holidays buzzing through him to the point that he’s probably going to burn out if he’s not careful. His brain is going a mile a minute as he walks with Remus across town to grab a late night bite to eat, Remus murmuring quietly beside him as James recounts his day in minute detail. James barely even has time to react as they push through the door and he finds himself face to face with Regulus, the first time he’s seen him outside the shop, his eyes darting around the room and slotting puzzle pieces together quickly.

“Wait… Regulus is Reg?! Your Reg?” James blurts out, glancing at Sirius who is now wrapped up in Remus’ arms.

“Oh for fucks sakes Siri. James is Remus’ friend Jamie? Unreal. Why am I just now learning this?” Regulus looks like he might walk right out of the cafe, or cry, or both to be honest.

“Right, well… we’re tired of hearing the two of you complain about each other. I had figured you guys would have worked yourselves out by now, but you seemed determined to stay enemies and we won’t have it. So… good luck, try not kill each other, enjoy the food Marls left out for you, we’ll see you later.”

Both James and Regulus stared as Sirius dramatically swept out the door, Remus giving them one last look before saying “for real you guys, talk your shit out, get to know each other, maybe kiss a little” and tossing a wink at them before closing the door behind him.

And if Sirius and Remus happened to peak back through the window a few hours later to find James’ hands tangled in Regulus’ hair and Regulus comfortable in James lap… well that’s nobody’s business but their own. Perhaps this holiday season will be a little happier after all.

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The Illustrated Man (Wolfstar)

It was magic, inked into skin and turned loose into the world. It wasn’t a thing Remus learned how to do, no one trained him to tell stories through art, it was just there in his blood, scratching at his brain to be let out. He wasn’t sure how it worked really, just that it did, that it always had. His mother had called it a gift, something passed down from her mother and then to Remus. The shop front was nothing special, just a simple brick facade with a tattoo sign blinking in the window. Even Remus himself didn’t look like he was anything but a regular tattoo artist- quiet, unassuming and a phenomenal artist.

But the shop was anything but ordinary, everyone that walked in could feel it, the undercurrent of magic circling the space. There was no flash on the walls, and you couldn’t design your own tattoo, you just make the appointment and when you come in Remus knows what you need. And when you leave, your tattoo will tell a story, it will shift and change as you make choices throughout your life. They tell your future, kind of. They show what could be, until they eventually settle into their permanent form. They’re laced with a magic that even Remus doesn’t totally understand.

It’s into Remus’ shop that Sirius and Regulus walk, finally escaping their family and wanting something to mark the moment. They’ve heard whispers of Remus’ tattoos, everyone has, and they want to feel it for themselves. Sirius in particular is grasping for anything he can to find a place in this world, to see his part in something bigger. He wants to know that whatever scars have been left behind by his parents won’t be the only story written across his body.

Regulus gets a tattoo on his chest. It’s quick and painless, and when he looks at it in the mirror he sees vines and flowers twisting across the expanse of skin, flowers closed tightly in colorful buds. Regulus thinks he sees them twitching, petals struggling to open, to turn their faces to the sun, but the longer he looks the more he thinks he might be imagining it, doubt creeping into the edges of his mind, and the flowers stay shut.

Sirius lays down on the table and bares his neck for the man above him, his eyes taking in the way Remus looks at him, faint scars crossing his face, soft gaze tracing across Sirius’ skin, fingers gently mapping out a path. Remus leans in, his voice drifting across Sirius as he sings softly while he works, and Sirius is immediately gone for him. He wants those hands on his skin for the rest of his life, wants to hear that voice for eternity.

Remus pauses half way through… fingers softly dabbing away the blood with a cloth. Murmuring under his breath as he stares. For the first time ever he’s watching one of his tattoos shift in front of his eyes. The stars he had been working on twisting and reshaping as he gently rests his hands on Sirius’ neck. It’s not even complete yet, but it’s already blurring around the edges, reforming into something new. When he leans back in and starts again his breath catches, because after a decade of tattooing, he’s seeing his own story emerge in front of him, inextricably intertwined with the boy in front of him.

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And just like that my first multi-chapter fic is done and dusted. Chapter 8 of There Ain’t no Trail to Follow is officially posted!

It’s got idiots in love, first dates, inside jokes, smut, fluff and most importantly, Good Uncle Wayne.

Chapter 8: 99.9% Sure (I’ve never been here before)

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Carry Me Home

After the upside down it took Eddie months of physical therapy to be able to play his guitar again, and even when he physically could, his brain kept getting in his way. He just couldn’t play the same stuff he used to without his breath getting caught in his chest and his vision blurring. The panic simply attacked him, accompanied by a soundtrack of his once favorite songs. To get around it he starts playing Steve’s favorite songs, they are softer, the chords enough different to keep his mind from spiraling away.

And Steve is always there, listening quietly from the table, or the couch. Sometimes he’s tucked in by Eddie’s feet, head resting on his knee while Eddie plays. And Steve’s favorite songs start turning into something new as Eddie starts writing his own songs.

Days spin into weeks, spin into months, and eventually Eddie has an entire albums worth of acoustic songs. He doesn’t know what to do with them yet, if he wants to try to release them or if they are just for him, but either way he sneaks into the school one night and “borrows” the AV equipment to make a tape, carefully writing the song titles on the back of the case and to Steve on the front.

He leaves it by Steve’s coffee cup when he’s up late one night, Steve already knocked out in bed. In the morning Eddie holds himself still while Steve slips out of bed, wanting to let Steve find the tape and listen by himself. He’s somehow both excited for Steve to hear it and insanely nervous. Eddie is free with his touches and loud with his jokes, but sincere is hard for him, he loves Steve and he knows that Steve knows this, they say it all the time, but Eddie hasn’t been able to really tell Steve the depth of his feelings. But in song? In lyrics? This is Eddie’s playground.

It’s silent for a long time and Eddie’s curiosity gets the best of him, so he slides off the bed and pads quietly to the door and watches as Steve slips the tape into the tape deck, hits play, and then cradles the case while the first few notes echo through the speakers. There’s an audible gasp and Eddie knows Steve is putting it together, the songs, the album, their story… the whole thing is them. Eddie can’t help himself then, and he heads into the room and pulls Steve into his arms, almost like a dance, while the words Eddie wrote float over them, reminding them how lucky they are to be in this world together.

The title of the first song on the tape is Carry Me Home and as Steve holds Eddie tight all he can think about is how lucky he is that he was able to carry Eddie back from the edge and how he’ll continue to hold him for the rest of their lives.

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2nd sketch, the prompt was Reggie in fishnets

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The way my brain saw this (and James in his red ropes) and immediately thought about photographer Lily, who has created an entire business making people feel comfortable and confident in their own skin, being absolutely delighted when Regulus and James book separate sessions so they can take pictures to give each other as a present. Both Reg and James trust Lily completely and allow themselves to let go enough to be exactly who they are and capture it on film. Lily strategically schedules them so there’s no chance their surprises will be ruined and makes sure they get their photos back the same day and then she just sits back and waits to hear about their reactions.

They both obviously fall apart at the gifts. Reggie done up and posed in ways James had only dreamed about before was a punch to the gut for James. He thought Regulus was beautiful every day, but this was something different. Something he did just for the two of them to share. Meanwhile, Regulus felt like the air had been pulled clean out of his lungs when he opened James’ gift. A small book carefully bound in red rope, and inside, James tied up and vulnerable, Reg could hardly wait to slide the rope around James carefully and see it in person.

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A Halloween Marauders Take it and Run idea.

This came to me in a dream. I wish I was lying, but I’m not. We all know I’m not going to write it, so if it gets you thinking, it’s all yours.

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Remus and Sirius have been dancing around each other forever. They flirt, they tease, they get horribly jealous anytime either of them has a date with someone else. What they don’t do is ever admit to feelings… and frankly everyone else is tired of it, so they hatch a plan.

Every year the Marauders throw an epic Halloween party, everyone is invited and everyone has to participate in the costume contest. This year is no exception. However, to keep it fresh, James institutes a random draw for costume partner and costume theme. Totally random, absolutely nothing shady at all, except, you know, that every pairing has been preselected and famous couples already assigned. Naturally Remus randomly pulls Sirius’ name and then Sirius proceeds to pull “Sandy and Danny from Grease” as their couple. Feelings and hijinks ensue. Bonus points for some sort of karaoke performance to happen at the party. (Sirius in that leather pants outfit? Singing? To Remus!!! It’s a need)

Extra bonus points for James and Regulus reluctantly agreeing to partner up since they can barely stand each other on a good day and then teaming up would help through Remus and Sirius off the scent of the set up. Famous couple to portray? My unhinged brain says Rocky Horror and everyone expects them to go with Brad and Janet, but instead they roll in as Dr. Frank-N- Furter and Rocky, they can’t keep their hands off each other and everyone else is shocked by this turn of events.

At any rate- this Halloween party is definitely one everyone will remember.

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It’s been a minute- but here’s another Steddie Snippet that I couldn’t quite finish. Feel free to take it and run.

Steve’s Speedo

Eddie and Steve are moving in together Eddie is helping Steve pack up and they get to the one drawer that has all Steve sports stuff. Including that speedo. He goes to toss them but notices how Eddie’s eyes are a bit glossed over.

Steve lifts them up with one finger “something catch your eye baby?”

Eddie visibly gulps, eyes drifting down to Steve’s too short shorts.

“Holy shit Eddie. You do like these! They’re like objectively awful. You like imagining me in these? you’ve never even seen me wear them”

“Uh… I used to sell. Under the bleachers… during practice. So I’ve, like seen it.”

And that’s how Steve found out Eddie’s been perving on Steve in his Speedo for literal years. And now anytime Eddie is a little down Steve decides it’s time to “clean the pool” and that can only be done in the tiniest Speedo’s he can get his hands on. Parading around the house like some kept boy flaunting everything until Eddie breaks and slams him up against the nearest surface and fucks him until Steve can barely say Eddie’s name.

The sequel to Steve’s Speedo is obviously Scoops Ahoy Baby Boy in which Eddie has been ogling Steve in those sinful shorts for awhile.

[number1abbasupporter]

Auror: relationship status?

Barty: now that’s a complicated one. it all started when I was drunk and kissed Evan 5th year…

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Saturday Snippet (it’s a day late. I missed Saturday completely) aka take the idea and run. I’ve got a million half baked ideas in my head that I don’t have the time or bandwidth to actually complete, so if you like it, it’s yours (just share the final product!)

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Caddyshack Steddie

Pro golfer Steve Harrington. One of the youngest golfers on the tour. He’s good, and he knows it. Charming too, and he knows that as well. He has a reputation on the tour for leaving a trail of broken hearts behind him. Enter Eddie Munson, head groundskeeper who is super passionate about making sure his course looks amazing and provides the perfect setting for the tour. Problem is no one takes him seriously when they come into town because Eddie doesn’t look the part. There’s no polo shirt or khaki shorts, at best he’ll rock some obnoxious plaid shorts and a plain black tee, but on most days he’s in cut offs and a band shirt. The owner of the course tolerates it because Eddie is the best at what he does. Eddie’s excellent at the job, and he knows it. Oh yeah, and he’s a shameless flirt too.

It’s a disaster from the start when Steve arrives at the course and is face to face with someone he assumes treats golf like a joke. For Eddie’s part he assumes Steve is just another stuck up pretty boy who can’t look past his own rich boy prejudices. It’s hate at first sight and both Steve and Eddie are spending way too much time and energy trying to one up the other man or take him down a peg. Neither one has any idea what they’re about to get into or how it will totally change their lives.

(Murray is obviously the Rodney Dangerfield character in this AU.)

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Baby, There Ain’t a Trail to Follow

By: MidnightRamblings & ResaKaye

Chapter 5: The Long Road Home

Summary:

The first time Eddie comes to he thinks he must still be sleeping. Thinks he might be dead. His head is pounding and his vision is blurry and someone might be saying his name, but the sun is too bright and the sound of rushing water fills his ears. He blinks a few times and then finds it easier to keep his eyes shut and block out the world.

The second time Eddie comes to it’s with the taste of metal on his tongue and his veins feel like they are on fire. Hell he thinks vaguely before he slips back under.

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