#lil fic

[angelicvamphehe]

Self indulgence drabble??? One sjot??? Short and sweet?? Yeah idk ehehehahzha

DE SPOILER 4 AMIRS REALIZED ENDING

Angelicly handsome [amir x barry]

Barry sat on the couch, looking at new makeup products when amir came bursting through the door, looking annoyed and tired.

"Oh, hello darling! Did you win anything?"

Amir trudged to the couch and sat next to barry, his annoyed look softening considerable.

"No. I didn't win anything AGAIN azizam!!"

Amir hugged barry tightly, Causing barry to squeak in surprise

"They don't know talent when they see it! I mean, how can I as handsome and smart as I am, not win any awards for my effort? I am a talented movie star and show actor! They should know!"

Barry stroked amirs hair softly, amirs hug loosening as he did

"Well baby, that's because your just so perfect no award will ever satisfy! Plus, your devilishly handsome face would probably make someone pass out before they even could hand you the award!"

Amir looked up at barry, a small smile on his face

"Yes, expect I am angelicly handsome and nobody should pass out"

Barry nodded "yes, yes"

Amir held barry gently, making noises of content as barry kept playing with his hair

"You know I have just the thing to cheer you up!"

Amir looked confused

"Yes joonam?"

Barry grabbed the remote and turned the TV on, it booted up and the front page of it, with all the shows, was amirs show, front and center, amirs smile grew bigger as he saw it.

"Let's watch it azizam! You'll be quite pleased to know I've talked marvelously about you!"

Barry blushed and looked away

"Yes darling! Even if you don't get a award, your success is enough!!"

"Well, I would of course still want a award, but yes!"

Barry clicked on the show and booted it up, him and amir cuddling throughout the night as it went on.

Yays that's it idk

[f0r-nouseofwhat]

Walking on the prime path, Dream was just wanting to head for base to maybe rearrange his stuff or see if there was anything that was lacking which needed to be stacked up. Though, during his walk. Something like smoke started to appear, twisting and wrapping itself around Dream- it’s hold tight.

”Nothing better to do..? You know.. I could always help with that.”

A voice, so alike his own but not at the same time, echoed in his head just for him to hear. Dream held back an annoyed eyeroll that threatened to reach the back of his skull, he didn't bother to acknowledge the entity that was basically wrapping itself around as if it were some kind of blanket.

He kept walking, acting as if he did not hear a thing- which clearly displeased the other.

”Must you be so rotten? Such ugly and sour behavior.. Others would have died of gratitude at sight of me.”

They hissed, the grip tightening ever so more, a smokey like tentacle coming up to lightly tap at the others cheek repeatedly. Displeased but not enough to actually want to cause harm just *yet*.

Ugh.. he hated hearing those words thrown at him over and over again, almost like an annoying fly buzzing in his ear. If the entity was so bored, why didn't they go bother someone else willing to play along and worship them? Dream was not in any mood to deal with them.

“Im busy.”

A short and monotoned reply, only adding fuel to the God's already soiled mood.

”You and I both know that isn't true..”

Their tone darkened, turning to static and deep, then- it faltered, their grip on Dream releasing around him if only a bit.

”What upsets you my Daydream..? Clearly something did.”

Dream stiffened at the nickname, halting his steps for a moment.

“I told you not to call me that.”

Dream reminded, it wasn't that he disliked the nickname, it was something his sister occasionally called him, and would like it to be just her.

XD scoffed, their hands coming up to lightly feel and soothe the buds on Dream’s head- stroking the velvet soft skin.

Dream winced, pain striking through him as he went to swat away the smoke like hand. Though, it was pointless as the hand remained intact against his head. He felt his temper tipping on the edge- threatening to fall.

”hehe ~ dont be so upset.. You know I can feel it too, you know? Your annoyance, your pain.. Your hatred. It’s just so cute when you get all pissy like this.”

The God cooed, its tentacle-like robe wrapping itself around Dream’s waist- XD always liked the feeling of the other, the warmth of his skin against their own cold touch. They could be even closer to Dream- having the easy ability to slip into him as if Dream were some pair of socks.

XD could feel *everything* with Dream too, they shared that connection, the God always knew whatever Dream was doing or feeling- not like they couldn't even without the string attaching them! But it just felt more stronger with it.. They liked it- they just wished that their other half would have shared the same sentiment..

“Fuck- stop saying creepy crap like that.. I don't need to hear it- especially now.”

Dream shuddered, not sharing the same enthusiasm about this so called *’connection’* that he and XD shared.

“Honestly.. I'm tired of this damn string- why isnt it severed yet..”

The last part was said more quietly- likely not wanting to anger the entity. Which didn't really do anything since they still heard it.

”Again with this severance talk- i told you time and time again that you aren't ready for that sort of thing.. Besides- you’d barely survive out here without me, you *need* me.”

“I don't! Why can't you see that I want to be my own? To make my own choices.”

”Have I ever stopped you from doing any of that? You are quite the selfish child you know.. I gave you life, I gave you this SMP! And what do I get? You, speaking back to your creator and this disrespect, honestly I've been way too merciful with you!”

As they started to argue with one another, the conversation turned more and more heated, Dream was about to snap until he realized someone was calling out to him- jeez.. He got too distracted arguing with XD.

Dream looked around, trying to find the source of the sound. Then- from afar.. He saw Fundy.. And- Tubbo?

Huh.

What could they possibly want?

.

The pain was excruciating- as if something like an organ was ripped out of him, kneeling slumpily on the cold grassy ground, clutching his bleeding head- mask discarded, Prime knows where..

But something else was weird- he couldn’t hear XD’s voice in his head.. It was empty like a void- his own thoughts being the only ones filling it.

While feeling his head, he felt something- *new.* something solid and hard. His horns had finally come out- nothing to brag about.. But it was something out of the ordinary for Dream.

What the hell happened? There’s no way that dumb ritual actually worked..

Whilst Dream was still in his racing thoughts, the two *’hunters’* were coming up to him, asking all sorts of frantic questions that Dream could barely register and only answer some of them with a hand still clutching his bleeding head.

When the other two started to calm, Fundy hand noticed Dream did not have his mask on..

*Of course- as Dream’s ex fiance.. He clearly saw Dream without his mask on before! It was freaky though during that time.. Clearly expecting something else and not thinking of the possibility of Dream having no face at all. *

But now.. In there present time- he could clearly see *Dream’s eyes*.. And they were a gorgeous vibrant green that practically glowed.

“Woah.. i didnt know you had green eyes-”

Fundy had commented involuntarily, the guy was just being really mesmerized and curious.

That got Dream to lock in.. looking up at the fox with his new eyes in surprise- as Dream hurried to find something he could look into, finding a small pond. Dream leaned over it slightly, taking a look and was gobsmacked at what he saw was true!

*eyes..* green ones too- Dream lifted a hand to his face, like he couldn't believe such things could be on *his* face!

“Where did these come from..”

He muttered to himself, not sure if he liked them or not.

.

.

.

During their buzzing chatter.. Somewhere at the far deep place of the forest, laid the entity- but less intact, it was buzzing furiously, static blaring all around it as they realized what had happened.

Insolence..

*This was pure insolence..!*

Where had those foolish mortals learned such tactics and rituals? It was impossible! But yet.. Their and Dreams' connection was severed.

Well- not entirely, there was still a small very thin thread that was connecting them- it was good that they held onto it as tight as they did.

Sharp eyes turned to look at Dream, watching as the man peered over at the pond with such astonishing and curious eyes.

That *selfish*, *ungrateful-* *Insolent* little devil dare be so happy at the possibility of their severance! XD had really been too kind.. They had given Dream an inch and he ran a mile!..

That was their own fault for indulging their other half for this long.. Spoiling and giving him whatever he wanted.

Lets see how well will their little Daydream adjust without them.

*XD knows it wont take long til that stubborn brat will come back crawling for forgiveness.*

(Little comic to give more context for that one drawing I did with Dream and XD together..)

[starry-bubbles]

🌼tried & true🌼

pairing: yoonjin

tags: breeding kink, weight-gain kink, ace coded sj, but he’s very kinky, and whipped for yg, chubby!yoongi, mpreg, heat/mating cycles, a/b/o dynamics, mentioned past health issues, mostly soft fluffy-fluff

18+ 🔞

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yoonjin decide they are ready to try for a baby.

the operative word here is ‘try’.

people say: "let's try for a baby."

‘try’ implies a maybe in this scenario. and maybe is not an acceptable outcome to this operation. not on yg’s watch. 

when min yg decides he wants to do something--he doesn't half-ass it.

sj teasingly (and lovingly) refers to it as yg's 'baby-body prep era'.

yg pretends to be a little bit annoyed about this, but truly-- he is dead serious about wanting to do this. if he and sj are gonna make a baby together, then damn it they are going to do it right!

the biggest change is in the form of a new routine. well, not so much a whole new routine. it's just a routine but with the addition of 3 key elements:

sleep -- for the first time in his life, yg makes an effort to get at least 7-8 hours of sleep a night.

exercise -- yg takes up pilates and going for short walks outside in the fresh air daily.

food -- yg starts eating meals. 3 of them, everyday. with actual nutrition taken into consideration.

yg does all of this, and sticks to it. while it might seem like the bare minimum for health, sj is still impressed. it wasn't like yg was wildly unhealthy before, but pretty soon, the new lifestyle is starting to show.

yg is, dare sj say it--glowing.

his cheeks have become even fluffier. his skin looks almost brighter somehow. his body becomes softer all over. the weight settles on quicker than either of them anticipated, but yg doesn’t seem to mind. sj certainly appreciates the new look on him. yg likes to tease sj relentlessly with it too. asking for belly rubs, slumping just so into the couch so his tummy sticks out, making sj hold his thickening ass while he rides him. even yg can’t seem to resist feeling himself, he swears if his pecs (practically tits) get any more sensitive he'll explode.

they are also having a lot of sex. sj has never had much of a sex drive, even after getting together with yg l. but it hardly feels like it these days because he takes one look at yg, and god, he just can't wait to breed him during his next heat.

only, he keeps waiting. 

and waiting.

see, yg's heats have always been irregular. to the point where it was a bit of a medical concern from time to time. sure, when he was healthiest, mentally and physically well, his heats were pretty standard. but due to various mental health struggles throughout his life, and with new meds shifting his hormones around, yg barely questioned when he missed a heat, was weeks late, or had only half heats. that was his normal. 

it didn't seem out for the ordinary back then.

not until now.

sj could tell yg was trying really hard not to be anxious about it. was he not getting the right vitamins? too many vitamins? too much exercise? not the right exercise?

sj even caught yg reading a fertility blog on his phone during their movie night when he thought sj was asleep.

"are we having too much sex?" yg asked sj a couple nights later.

sj blinked at him.

yg flushed, and oh, sj was going to bite his nose. he wanted nothing more than to swallow his mate whole--

"I think you're indulging me too much," yg continued. "I mean, you used to say no to me, like, all the time. now I don't even have to ask and you jump me."

"....and you're complaining?" sj was completely lost. it wasn't like yg ever pushed him or made sj feel bad about it when he turned yg down in the past. that was something they had to work on balancing in their relationship. sj's libido had never even gotten close to yg's and was shocked when they first started dating how often yg felt the urge to have sex. sj was surprised to find out that some people liked to get off daily. Sometimes multiple times a day. once a week had always been pretty indulgent in his eyes. but he just didn't have the urge very often, if at all, if he's being honest. he doesn't mind it, and sj liked sex with yg, he liked it a lot actually! it simply wasn't a priority for him, whereas for yg, it was close to a necessity.

at first it had seemed like it might end up being their undoing. sj worried he wouldn't be able to satisfy his partner and yg was anxious about pressuring his partner. but they made it work. their chemistry was strong and their communication stronger. it was now something they could playfully joke about. 

now, that yg brought it up, sj figured it was perhaps a bit unusual, just how often they’d been having sex. he chalked it up to anticipation. sj was always crazy about yg, he was looking forward to making a family together. surely it was normal, to be a bit more horny under the circumstances?

"I think the reason I'm not in heat is my body is too satisfied as it is, we need to make me desperate."

"...you want me to edge you?"sj asked weakly.

yg shook his head. "still too much, I need to go cold turkey. and I need you to help me stick to it. you need to keep me on the straight and narrow–"

"that's some sexy pillow talk–"

yg smacked his chest with a pillow, looking surprisingly petulant. "this is serious! this might be the only way we can make a baby!"

"through abstinence!?"

"sj-ie...." yg's voice was small.

oh, oh no. he's gone too far.

"please, sj. can we at least try?" yg's voice wobbled a bit. "I-i ruled everything else out. I know it sounds kind of... ridiculous. but... I don't know, I'm really worried something is wrong with me."

sj sat up straight. "oh baby," he said gently. and yg let a broken little sob. "oh honey, nothing's wrong with you."

"I just don't understand why I can't have a heat, why is my body still not good enough?"

"are you kidding? yg, you've never been healthier, I'm so proud of you. seriously. you've been taking such good care of yourself these last few months."

"I got fat."

sj stilled.

he narrowed his eyes at the wall over yg's shoulder. he tried very hard to keep his breathing even, not to squeeze yg tighter, protectively.

"you gained weight, yg," he said as neutral as he could. "that's not the problem here."

"I gained a lot of weight," yg pointed out. "pretty fast, too."

not. the. time. sj willed the spark of arousal in his belly down.

"again," sj reiterated, "that's not the problem."

"being overweight can effect fertility-"

"yg. you were underweight for years, you know that, right?"

"I'm just so scared that even though I've been trying so hard, it's still not enough," yg scrubbed at his eyes. "maybe it's a sign up not cut out for this."

"hey, you know what signs I see?" sj cut in, he pulled yg's hangs away from his face and held them in both of his. "when I look at you now, all I can see is how lucky our baby will be. to have a dad who takes such good care of them. I look at you and I see my child's home for 9 months, treated like a temple, cared for so well. yes, you gained some weight, so what? to me that's generosity."

yg sniffed. "you don't think I look worse now?"

"where is this coming from, yg?" sj asked, desperate to understand. "what have I done to make you think you're undesirable? weren't you literally just horny shaming me a minute ago?" he teased lightly. yg snorted softly, mostly just a tiny sharp exhale, but sj could read him like a book.

"you don't think I'm too fat?" yg's tone was a little bit teasing but still a lot bit vulnerable as he placed sj's hands in his stomach.

sj couldn't help himself from immediately running his hands over the rounded shape of it. so soft, curved so gently, but also--solid, sturdy. yg felt so substantial now...heavier for sure. sj growled low in his throat.

"I think you're fat enough for our pup," he said. "strong enough to carry them. just look at you, so ready. you want alpha to put a puppy in you?"

yg let out a whimper and sj groaned grabbing under the meat yg's thighs to pull him closer. he ran his hands upward, squeezing the soft flesh of the omega’s widened hips. a perfect cradle, he thought, admiring the shape in his hands.

"you've made such a perfect home for them. I couldn't ask for better."

he hoisted yg up to sit higher, now practically kneeling over sj's chest. but sj didn't care. he sunk down to kiss the soft underside of yg's belly, right below his navel, noticing for the first time the soft pink stretch marks gathered there. still fresh. 

already grown so well, he thought, caressing them reverently.

"imagine how comfortable our babies are going to be in there. warm, safe, nourished. you'll take good care of them, won't you? I know you will, how lucky they are. how lucky I am."

"sj..." yg gasped his eyes shut, lips parted. his fingers dug into sj's broad shoulders.

"I can't wait to breed you," sj confessed. "show you I can be the proper alpha you deserve."

"already the best alpha, take care of me so well... made me... made me get fat."

sj’s sweatpants were suffocating. "I... fuck, yg," he was panting.

"like me fat, alpha? like pretending I'm fat with your pup?"

"yg, please," sj gasped.

"like imagining you did this to me? you fattened me up so well, alpha. I'm so heavy for you, can you feel it? how plump I've gotten? do you like it?" he placed sj's hands on him again, one in his low back, the other on his front where his belly stuck out most so sj could feel just how thick the omega had become. sj's mouth went dry as yg inhaled deeply, belly expanding, pushing sj's hands even further apart.

"yes, yes," sj swallowed. yg said no. he reminded himself. "yg, fuck, I--"

"one more time?" yg asked, clearly just as gone, flushed with arousal.

"are you sure?" sj felt himself coming back a bit to himself. "I can stop if--"

"don't stop!" yg said quickly. "I wasn't thinking back then."

sj chuckled but he was already pushing his waist band down and helping yg pull off his t-shirt with the other. "Yeah, just one more time," he agreed breathlessly.

—

good on his word, sj held himself back after that. he did try to convince yg that simply having the both of them go see a doctor to get tested would make more sense. but yg was insistent they try the abstinence to induce heat technique first.

yg held out well the first 48 hours.

"yg," said sj warningly.

"I just want to cuddle!" yg said, defensive.

"I can feel you grinding on my lap."

"am not!"

"yg, I can feel your dick."

yg's face crumpled. "I'm sorry!" he suddenly burst into tears.

"hey, hey," sj comforted quickly. "don't cry!"

"I didn't mean to non-consensually hump you!" yg hiccuped. "I'm a terrible person."

"you're not a terrible person," sj assured him, petting his head consolingly, trying to get over the whiplash reactions yg had been displaying lately. "I told you no, and you respected it. yeah? and I'm also only saying no because you asked me to, remember?"

"do you still love me?" yg sniffled.

sj kissed his forehead. "definitely."

"but not enough to cuddle me?"

"I'm cuddling with you right now, silly," sj laughed. "and no, I love you too much to let you coerce me into sex against your own wishes."

yg groaned. "this is torture!"

"self-inflicted," sj pointed out. "we can still go to the doctor."

they had agreed (yg's insistence!) they could try the chastity technique for 2 weeks. if yg still didn't have any heat symptoms start, then they would go see the doctor.

yg lasted eight days before he caved.

that's how sj and yg found themselves at the doctor's office, hand in hand waiting for the doctor to give them their test results.

"so, just to clarify," began the doctor, after looking them both up and down, brows furrowed together. "you're here because of 'fertility concerns'?"

sj nodded. "we're just wanting to get checked out. make sure everything is as it should be."

"I've been missing my heat," yg added. "we're trying to conceive. I haven't had a regular heat cycle, especially while I was on birth control, but I haven't had one since I went off it."

"uh-huh," she said, nodding slowly, looking like she was trying to puzzle something out. "well, I have to say, I've never had a situation quite like this, but I suppose I do have some good news for you then."

sj frowned. "what do you mean?"

"your blood test results confirmed you are positive for pregnancy--congratulations."

sj looked at yg who was looking back at him, mouth agape.

"but--how?" yg stuttered. "I haven't had a heat."

"although less common, pregnancy can occur outside a heat cycle," she explained somewhat gently.

"how can we know how far along then?" sj asked, feeling like the floor was pulled out from under him.

"just by looking at you…I would estimate between 18-22 weeks, but if you'll allow it, I would also like to do an ultrasound and a couple more tests that can give us a more exact idea."

"oh my god," yg murmured. "there's no way! I can't be that far along?" a hand went to the swell of his belly and sj looked too. the sight sent an electric shock through him, it was like he was seeing yg in a whole new light.

pregnant.

very visibly, heavily, pregnant.

how could he have missed this?!

yg seemed in a similar state of shock.

"did either of you suspect it?" even the doctor seemed sceptical that they could be that surprised by the news. "usually alpha's can smell a difference by around the 3 month mark."

"I mean..." sj was still trying to wrap his mind around it. "he smells... good?"

"you really didn't consider pregnancy? the absence of heat, the increased codependency, the..." she eyed yg's bump. "weight gain?"

sj found himself bristling instantly. "he's not gained that much weight!"

"he's gained 43 pounds since his last check up 5 months ago."

and oh.

sj felt like the floor was taken out from under him all over again, but for slightly different reasons. he tried to clear the haze from his mind enough to form a coherent response. as if there was a possible one.

"I just...I thought he was just healthy?" sj offered weakly.

"is the baby healthy?" yg cut in suddenly very worried.

the doctor smiled reassuringly. "I assume you haven't been drinking excessively or doing recreational drugs?"

"just a multi-vitamin," yg said nervously. "daily."

"then I think there is no reason to be too anxious. you appear to be very healthy and take care of yourself well. also, if it's not too imprudent, I will say you are glowing."

"wow," said yg softly.

sj felt a sudden rush of delirious joy. "we're having a baby!"

yg looked up to beam at him so brightly and sj felt tears spring to his eyes and wrapped him up in his arms and held him tight.

they were going to have a baby!

"congratulations again," said the doctor, gathering up the test results. “I've already arranged for you to see our sonographer on-site. I'll have you see them first, then we can go over more detailed prenatal care plans going forward. sound good?"

they both nodded composing themselves a bit, but still giddy with excitement.

"I'm glad I got to deliver the good news!" she said good naturedly, leaving yg and sj a moment to marvel. 

“we did it,” sj murmured, touching yg’s belly reverently. “that was… easier than expected.”

yg giggled a bit, covering sj’s hand with his own. “we didn’t even have to try.”

[mothiepixie]

Thinking about Symbiote NM au. Lil fic, i suppose.

Dream will notice the extreme distance between Motti and him has made their relationship almost nonexistent. It's beyond normal, he notes, and it hurts him deeply.

He didn't want to reject Motti. There was nothing more than wanting to accept her feelings when she confessed. Bring her into his arms and relish in the love radiating off her body into his very core.

But now, he only knows the cold air. The lingering fragrance of her perfume. He doesn't remember the last time he heard her laugh. That cute snort when she laughs a little too hard or the crinkles at the corner of her eyes.

As he confronts her, the air around her is so thick with negative feelings. Dream wonders did his rejection really hurt that much?

"I haven't seen you for months. You do not come for practice anymore." He tells her. His voice filled with grief that he attempts to overshadow with a calm concern.

Motti can't look him in the eye. She looks like an animal trapped in an corner that it sends alarm bells throughout Dream's body.

"I've just been really preoccupied." Motti finally speaks, not once glancing up to look him in the eyes. He feels waves of her lies wash over him and it twists his nonexistent stomach.

"I have been so worried about you. I miss you." He speaks gently, almost cautionary as not to spook her.

He is overwhelmed with a wave of resentment. Thick miasma of confusion and hurt. Motti bites her bottom lip, looking as if she is fighting within herself.

"Don't say that to me." Her voice sounding pained.

Dream was more than worried now. Something was terribly wrong. No sooner reaching a hand out to place on her shoulder, he drew his hand back as if he had been burnt.

His eyelights shift from his simmering hand back to Motti and felt a sense a dread wash over him.

Black ooze seeping around her shoulder Dream had just touch. Tiny and sharp like thorns. Slowly, tendrils of black ooze start to encase around Motti's face.

It pooled around her left eye like a blackhole. A brilliant aquamarine eyelight shot open from the abyss.

A deep gritty voice chuckled, "Hello, brother."

Dream's body went rigid, "What- I thought you were-....what are you doing here? Inside her??"

Nightmare hummed with a twisted smile, a tendril coming to caress Motti's cheek, "Picking up the pieces you broke."

[aotearoa20]

Far From Home

Elves, Boromir has learnt, pass through this world with no whisper of footsteps. In all the time he has been here, he’s not sure how long anymore, he has seen them slip in and out of the trees like shadows.

So when he hears the rustle of tree branches, as Legolas makes himself known some distance away, he knows it’s for his benefit.

He makes no move to beckon him over but nor does he push him away as the elf comes to settle down beside him. The silence that follows appears to cause him far more discomfort than his companion, though after a while he does speak.

“You seem uneasy.”

Boromir shifts in his seat.

“I mean no disrespect,” he mutters, “I just prefer the company of my own people.”

His eyes widen as he realised what he said.

“I did not mean… You are not… Well, I only meant…”

His stammering is cut off by a merry laugh and he sighs into his hands. Damn the elf and his strangeness. He could not understand how Aragorn could hold conversations with him long into the night. He had not a clue what to say. His eyes look like they have seen too much yet he looks as young as some of the newer recruits he had been training just before he had left.

He frowned. How many of them had died while he’d been away on this journey, too far to be of any help?

“I understand,” the elf’s voice steers him back to the waking dream of the present, “It is difficult find rest in an unfamiliar place.”

“It is not just that,” he begins, but says no more.

They had traveled together three months but Boromir still doesn’t know where to place the Prince of Mirkwood. He knows that he is kind, he has seen it. And he know that he is trustworthy and skilled. He’d be lucky to have him at his side in battle. Yet there are times he seems so distant, like he walked in a different world, near but never quite touching their own.

“While you rest here, your own people are fighting the darkness that would overtake your lands.” Legolas supplies, “And they are losing. You want to be at their side.”

“It is true what they say of elven magic,” he sits up a little, edging just slightly away, “You can read minds.”

Legolas laughs again but shakes his head. Boromir remains unconvinced.

“But I know anyway, for it is the same in my mind.” He frowns and looks out into the branches, “My realm was great once. But I too cannot remember a time where we were not fighting the dark. There are times of greater peace but still it lingers.”

Boromir nods slowly, “Always a shadow.”

Legolas sighs softly and in it Boromir can hear his own exhaustion. It brings sorrow and… something else heavy on his chest and he doesn’t trust himself to speak until Legolas does again.

“You will go back to your people?”

He nods again, “But you will not return to yours.”

Legolas chuckles, “My father would wish it I think but- “

“What - Oh forgive me,” Boromir cleared his throat, but Legolas smiles at him and after a moments hesitation he continues, “Your father, what is he like?”

Legolas leans back, soundless against the undergrowth. It’s like it bends around to accommodate him. His held tilts to the side as he considers.

“Proud,” he says after a very long moment, “Stubborn. And kind, as often as he is able.”

Boromir hums in acknowledgment. It is all the more difficult to be kind in these days. He tries to picture the Elvenking. His face in his mind is probably more like his own father’s than it ought to be but it settles his heart somewhat.

“I am scared for him most of all.” Legolas says suddenly, Boromir turns to see his face unusually pinched in worry, “And my brothers. That something should happen to them while I am away.”

Without really thinking he places a hand on the elf’s shoulder. He regrets it almost instantly. He has not seen the elves of this forest so familiar. Still it had seemed the natural thing. Perhaps he’s gotten more used to the elf than he realised. He seems more present than the others of this forest, who float about like memories of songs long forgotten. Whatever he thought, Legolas leans into the touch quite readily.

“But you will stay all the same,” he asks softly, like he was talking to one of his young soldiers and not an immortal warrior.

“I am more use here I think,” Legolas replies, “working to a final end.”

Boromir pursed his lips and looked away.

“Do…” his words come out unsteady but he’ll not back down twice, “Do you really think this quest will succeed?”

He turns back and knows immediately he’s made a mistake. Those starlit eyes are too old, too clever and far too far away to understand his fear.

“What other hope is there? We must succeed.”

Boromir wonders at what sort of a being could speak with such blind conviction. He doesn’t know whether he fears or envies it. Of course such a creature of light could not understand the strange and dangerous thoughts that plague his waking moments. It was foolish even to ask.

“What else but to cave to despair and the Enemies purpose?”

“Is that what you think of me?” Boromir snaps.

Legolas’ eyes widen as if surprised, “No I… forgive me I suppose I speak only of my own mind.”

Liar. He almost sighs aloud. No… Scheming creature trying to catch him in a lie. Enough.

Boromir shakes the voices from his head and gets up quickly. He cannot trust himself to speak to anyone when the whispers draw near, least of all a riddling elf.

“There is hope yet Boromir,” He hears the elf call after him and almost laughs.

“If there is I cannot see it.”

It takes an effort but he looks back. He had no idea what genuine earnestness looks like on an elf, but Legolas’ expression is as close as he can imagine. Part of him wants to go back to sitting in his strange, quiet company but it is if a gulf of shadow lies between them now. Even so his eyes soften.

“I have gone long without hope, Master Elf. And I have fought long and hard without it. You need not fear for me.”

Legolas’ lips part slightly, as though he were about to say more but instead he just nods and smiles faintly. Boromir gives a slight bow and takes his leave. He will sort out the mess of darkness that kept clouding his thoughts. Then, and only then he might be able to speak more easily with the Prince of Mirkwood.

[13ag21k]

I had this little silly idea of Obi-Wan ending up reporting back their latest progress to the council during one of their missions literally sitting on Anakin's lap. Because Anakin insisted on not letting Obi-Wan stand for one second longer than needed after they had taken refuge in an abandoned and shabby building during a hard and extensive battle where their men had suffered many injuries, Obi-Wan had also managed to injure one of his legs.

So Anakin being himself wouldn't let go of him and literally drags Obi-Wan to sit on his lap during his call with the council. Obi-Wan knows he can't win this silly battle and gives into his exhaustion and lets himself rest just for a few minutes, while he is also easing Anakin's anxiety and stress by gently stroking his hair or rubbing circles on his back and it works wonders because Anakin almost seems to fall asleep and that makes Obi-Wan smile fondly at him when his head hits Obi-Wan's chest, his hair tickling Obi-Wan's neck, as he is talking and Anakin's arms begin loosening around his waist.

Meanwhile the entire council are preparing themselves for a long kriffing lecture about attachments for their sweet return home. Obi-Wan surely senses that but as Anakin starts to fall asleep against his chest and his breath evens, his body starting to relax, worrying about the council is one of his last priorities while his apprentice and his men are stuck on this godforsaken hell of a planet.

[weighty-ghosts]

“Hope Springs”

Hope Springs, by weightyghosts

“When Remus, Sirius, James, and Peter travel to Wales to find Remus' mother's grave, they might end up with more questions than answers.”

Pairing: pre-wolfstar, more like Remus x His Three Besties One of Which He Fancies

Rating: teen

Word count: 2100

Genre: bit of angst, bit of drama, bit of wolfstar foreshadowing 

Published: January 31, 2022

Warnings: story takes place in a cemetery so there are mentions of death and dead people; the ending is open to interpretation but it’s basically either spooky or traumatic oops

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44696890

   Remus watched in the corner of his eye as Sirius turned his head towards him for the fifth time, opening his mouth to say something before thinking better of it and looking straight ahead again.

James, on Sirius’ other side, was better about hiding his impatience— he was actually quiet for a change— but Remus could still see his knee bouncing rapidly.

And Peter had fallen asleep a good twenty minutes ago.

Sirius’ entire body turned towards him now and Remus heard the intake of a big breath, the kind that usually preceded a rapid fire rant that Remus really wasn’t in the mood for, so he gave Sirius his best glare, effectively shutting that down.

Remus went back to picking at the blades of grass beneath him and staring unseeingly across the cobblestone lane at the simple iron gate.

The silence only lasted a few minutes. Which was more than Remus had been hoping for, realistically.

“Look,” Sirius finally said without preamble, “We came all this way!”

Remus watched James subtly kick Sirius and he closed his eyes against the squirming guilt in his stomach.

“I’m just saying,” Sirius continued, unbothered, “It’s hot, we’re here, let’s just go in.”  

“I need five more minutes,” Remus said.

“No,” Sirius whined, “My delicate porcelain complexion can’t handle another five minutes in this Welsh sun.”

“Hate to agree with him, Moony,” James chimed in as he pulled his sticky shirt away from his body, “But it’s hot as bollocks and we only have a few more hours before my parents start to wonder where we are.”

Remus sighed in defeat. “Fine.“

He flinched as Sirius bolted upright and threw his hands in the air in relief, cheering loudly enough that he startled Peter awake.

“Huh? What’s wrong?”

Sirius walked over and patted him on the head, then wrinkled his nose when he realised how sweaty Peter was. “Time to get out of the sun, Wormy,” he said as he wiped his fingers on his jeans.

Peter stood up to stretch widely— and nearly knocked over a woman walking past him.

“Sorry! Sorry,” he gasped, cheeks going bright red.

The woman smiled quickly at him but had her head ducked low, her nose almost buried in the bouquet of tiny blue flowers she was holding. Remus had a teacup and saucer with those flowers on them at home.

“Nice one, Pete,” James said as he also stood and stretched.

Remus watched the woman cross the lane; she looked to be in her early forties, tall and slight. She opened the gate to the cemetery with familiarity, her fingers closing it gently behind her. Remus swallowed and looked away.

“C’mon, Moony,” Sirius said softly.

Remus looked up at Sirius’ outstretched hand and took a long breath before grabbing it and letting himself be pulled to his feet. Sirius squeezed his hand once before letting go and turning to stand beside him, unknowingly squeezing Remus’ heart in the same way. James and Peter lined up next to him and they waited for him to take the first step.

*  *  *  *  *

“Are these supposed to be organised in some sort of way?” James asked after a few minutes of searching.

“It’s not alphabetical?” Peter frowned.

James elbowed Sirius for snorting.

“Considering that’s Hughes right next to Fung, I’d say no,” Sirius mock-whispered.

Peter hung his head and blushed. “I just meant it’d be easier if it was.”

“Yes it would be,” James said firmly.

Remus was a row away, his arms crossed over his body as his eyes skimmed the names on each headstone.

Pryce. Davies. Applegath. Rhydderch.

So many dead people.

Despite the August heat, Remus was chilled thinking about all the lives that had been put to rest here. How many people had known just one of the bodies buried below his feet? How many friends had they had? Children, lovers, neighbours, pets… Their lives were as complex and intricately woven together as the roots of the trees surrounding them now.

Perhaps his father had been right all along when he’d told Remus that a grave was no place for a child. Not that Remus was a child anymore at the age of fifteen, but at that moment, he wasn’t actually sure if he was old enough to really comprehend his surroundings and how they made him feel.

“Moony?”

Remus jumped at the voice so close behind him.

“Sorry,” Sirius smiled sheepishly. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” Remus shook himself a little and shrugged. “Just strange. All these people.”

Sirius hummed. “I kind of like it though. Makes me feel less alone.”

Remus let out a laugh of surprise. “What? Makes me feel the opposite.”

“Yeah? But how can anyone feel alone when you can see— literally see— how many people have lived and died here? Just in this one place? There must be hundreds of people buried here, hundreds of visitors every week. I think it’s wild how many people there are on this earth, and have been since the beginning of— what?”

Sirius stopped when he realised Remus had too.

“Nothing,” Remus said automatically, staring at Sirius and trying to figure him out. He was such a dolt some of the time— well, most of the time, for as long as Remus had known him— and then he would say or do things that made Remus stop and really look at him. Which wasn’t a hardship, if Remus was being honest with himself after months of denying how breathtakingly beautiful Sirius had become.

“You’re doing it again,” Sirius said softly, breaking Remus out of his reverie.

“What?” Remus frowned. “What?” he asked again when Sirius just smiled at him, feeling his own lips tugging at the corners too.

They both turned at the sound of James and Peter crunching over the dry grass towards them.

“Any luck?” James asked.

Remus felt his face fall a little when he realised Sirius had distracted him from remembering why they were here. “Oh, er, no.”

“How do you spell ‘Howl’ anyway?” Pete asked as he wiped his brow on his sleeve.

“H-o-w-e-l-l,” Remus recited, taking a deep breath before setting off on his mission again. “Hope. Hope Howell.”

*  *  *  *  *

Remus had spotted a handful of visitors in the cemetery, but his eyes kept getting drawn to the woman they had first seen go in. She was a few rows away, sitting in front of a small headstone, and was hidden from Remus’ view most of the time by the larger stones and the thick trees between them. But when he could see her, he watched her face dip beneath her straw sun hat as she fiddled with the bunches of tiny flowers; her sandy brown hair just brushing the tips of her shoulders; the modest, pastel checkered dress that moved in the breeze and reminded Remus of summer picnics.

He was filled with an immense feeling of sadness, of longing. Not unexpected when searching for his mother’s grave for the first time, surely, but what was unexpected was how hard Remus found it to watch the other people in the cemetery mourn their loved ones. Something he’d never been allowed to do before for his mother. Something he wondered if anyone would do for him.

He glanced back to where the woman had been but couldn’t see her again.

Remus walked away from the other boys for a minute, thankful that they knew him well enough to know when to push him and when to leave him be. He smiled then. There might have been important parts missing from his life, or cruel parts added in, but he was truly lucky to have what he did.

He was just contemplating turning around to find his friends when he felt a light tap on his shoulder.

“Excuse me?”

Remus turned in surprise to find the woman from before standing right behind him.

“Did you drop this?” she asked in a thick Welsh accent, holding out a single yellow daffodil.

Remus found it hard to tear his eyes away from hers to glance down at the flower, but he did and shook his head. “Oh, no, that’s not mine.”

The woman didn’t react much but she nodded slowly and dropped her hand. Her warm hazel eyes were flickering all across Remus’ face, up to his hair, down to his hands, and Remus probably should have felt uneasy by the scrutiny, but there was something about her that made Remus feel oddly comfortable. She had a calming presence about her, even though she was anxiously twisting the flower in her fingers, and Remus felt safe for some reason, the way he did when he went to James’ home.

“I’m sorry,” Remus found himself saying.

She tilted her head to the side, the small creases at the corner of her eyes deepening, and she opened her mouth to speak, when—

“Moony! Come here!”  

He looked over his shoulder to see James waving him over and Remus nodded at him quickly before turning back to the woman.

She took a step back, her eyes downcast now.

“My mistake,” she said, then abruptly side-stepped him and disappeared between the headstones. Remus blinked after her for a moment with a strange feeling twisting in his stomach.

He made his way over to James, who was propping up Sirius from under his arms.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“The drama queen claims he’s expiring from boredom and we’ll have to find him an empty plot before long,” James huffed, stumbling a little under Sirius’ dead weight.

Sirius stuck out his bottom lip and pouted up at Remus. “The end is nigh, Moonshine.”

Remus breathed a laugh and tried to push aside the buzzing in his head that had been building and building since they’d arrived on the train from London. “I think there’s been enough death for one day,” he said, reaching for Sirius’ arm to help James to right him, “Let’s go get some ice lollies and head back to the station.”

“Yay!” Sirius grinned and straightened up.

“Oi, Remus?”

“The muggle ones?” Sirius asked as he skipped along beside him. “The ones that claim they taste like grape or banana but don’t actually taste like any fruit known to man?”

“Eugh,” James stuck his tongue out. “The fudgy ones are so much better.”

“Remus…”

Remus chuckled. “We can look for both—”

“Remus!”

“What, Pete?” Remus huffed as he, Sirius, and James all whipped around to where Peter was standing a little ways away.

“You… Er, you need to see this.”

Remus frowned and shared a confused look with the boys before heading over.

“I just, I don’t know why I stopped,” Peter stammered, “Maybe the flowers, but…look. Look at the name.”

Remus slowed his steps, the chill floating back into his spine as he realised maybe he wasn’t ready for this. “Is it— Is it my mum?”

He felt a solid hand cover his own and looked down to see his fingers gripping tightly onto the fabric of Sirius’ shirt. Sirius squeezed his hand reassuringly and he let go quickly.

“What…the…bloody…”

James was standing beside Pete, gaping at the small headstone.

“What is it?” Sirius asked as he hurried over. “Woah.” His eyes widened before flicking back to Remus.

“Is it my mum?” Remus repeated, a little desperately.

“No, Moony,” Sirius said in an odd voice, “It— it isn’t your mum.”

Remus bit his lip and couldn’t help feeling relieved and disappointed at the same time. He didn’t know what to expect when he stepped closer to read the grave with the little blue flowers placed thoughtfully before it, but it hadn’t been this.

Remus John Lupin

March 10, 1960 — March 1, 1965

Fy machgen anwhlaf (my dearest boy)

The air rushed out of Remus’ lungs and a stunned silence rang in his ears.

“I don’t— I don’t understand—” he stammered, blinking away the sudden tears in his eyes as he turned to his friends. Their faces mirrored the shock and confusion he felt like the sweat beading along his brow.

“March 1, 1965…” James read out slowly. “Is that…”

“The day my mother and I were attacked,” Remus choked out, “The day mum was killed and I became a werewolf— What—” He sucked in a shaky breath.

“Re…” Sirius said. “You don’t think…?”

Remus ran a hand through his hair and the image of that woman’s face came to mind. He glanced over his shoulder in the direction she had disappeared in, his breath lodging in his throat when he unexpectedly remembered that those tiny blue flowers with the dots of yellow at the centre were called forget-me-nots. The same ones on his favourite teacup at home.

That woman. There had been something about her. Something comforting, safe. Familiar.

She was… she was…

Hope.  

[descendantofthesparrow]

the heroes meet - Huma Miraculous AU

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Harry was breathless as he flew above Auradon city, the miraculous suit that covered his skin had given him, well; miraculous powers. He tossed out the magical yoyo and swung down towards a tall building; using a light pole as an anchor. He landed on his feet and rolled into his shoulder as he did, hopping back up with a wild grin.

“wow” he shook his hands as he paced back and forth about the rooftop “holy shit holy shit; this is fucking amazing, im a fucking superhero! Wait holy fuck what should my name be?” “holy shit there's another one!?” Harry jumped nearly 10 feet in the air as a sudden voice interrupted his excited rant and he spun around…to see his best friend in a cat costume? “Uma?” Harry yelled, pointing his finger at her in shock. “Harry!?” Uma screeched, her now very long and thick hair, that was twisted into locs; puffing up like an angry cat. She was also pointing at him. “you’re my partner?!” they said at the same time, then they both started laughing, Harry crouching to the ground as Uma covered her face “aren’t the masks supposed to prevent anyone from knowing our true identities?” Uma asked with a laugh, having thoroughly interrogated her kawami about the whole superhero thing. Harry shrugged from his place on the floor. The two looked up as a loud crash echoed from a few blocks away, then they glanced at each other with a smirk “we can get back ta this later” Uma hummed, with a terrible impression of his accent, and Harry snorted with a roll of his eyes.

“Are yeh tryin’ ta mock me or somethin’?” Harry muttered, spinning his yoyo in preparation to launch towards the Akuma. Uma just smirked at him “well if we’re going to make secret identities? Might as well make our superhero selves the opposite of ourselves? And who is more opposite than me than my very loud and chaotic Scottish best friend?” Harry laughed loudly, rubbing the back of his head and turning. He thought for a moment while Uma chuckled to herself, then he spun around, his face suddenly very serious and not an ounce of his usual chaotic self  in sight. Uma burst into laughter, flopping on the ground.

“oh, my gods! Are-are you doing a me?” Uma slapped her hand on the ground as Harry chuckled, walking over to her and lifting her to her feet “wha’? so yeh can do an impression of meh but I can't do the same fer yeh? Unfair Uma~” Harry purred, in a way that made Uma flush and she hid her face behind the fluff that also hid her human ears. “while we’re behind the masks” Uma started, pushing down the stutter that wanted to interrupt her words “it's Marvi Gáta to you.”

Harry snorted “Black cat, how original” he gestured to her sleek black and aqua-colored uniform with dashes of gold here and there. Uma stuck her tongue out at him and crossed her arms “oh yeah? You come up with something better than that eh?” Harry hummed, the two of them ignoring the Akuma that was slowly getting closer to them “Neverbug” Harry said with a snap of his fingers, a smile on his lips. Uma’s smirk turned soft, Neverbug. How cute. It was from a story Harry’s mother used to tell when he was a kid and couldn’t sleep; Uma had always liked it as well.

“well it’s no Marvi Gáta” Uma teased, struggling up to harry and fixing his jacket color, admiring the gold details that trailed down to the tails “but it’ll do. Now come on bug boy!” Uma rocketed into the sky with the help of her staff, Harry smiling up at her in awe, as he always did “we got an Akuma to defeat!” Harry laughed, following her lead with his yoyo.

The adventures of Neverbug and Marvi Gáta had begun.

-end-

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