#midnight writes

[midnightanxietytm]

My passion? Making Zuko act like a doting husband to Katara even before they get actually involved romantically

(fics not out yet, just drafting)

[outcastsnmagic]

“What punishment is this? That Paya might make a mockery of my grief!”

He stayed silent, seeing the war within her steely eyes. Had this been a mistake? A selfish want?

What delusion had he made himself believe that they would see him just as before?

Oh mother…

Even now she held his face so tenderly. Like before… But he could not ask this of her. Or Dek.

“You cannot be him…”

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[midnighttomoscow]

I Still Do (part two of modern love)

Closing in on final exams of his last year at uni, Remus comes to the grim realization that if he doesn’t pass a course, he’ll lose his funding for his Master’s in the fall. After a year spent rebuilding his relationships with his friends, he does something he never thought he’d be able to do: ask for help.

Pete picks up on the third ring. “Alright, mate?”

“I need your help.” Remus can feel his breathing start to quicken so he holds his breath, waiting for Pete’s answer.

“Of course, do you need me to come over?”

“No, I…” Fuck what do I need? A fucking time machine, someone to sweet talk the professor. “...need help.” He sucks in a steadying breath, running his hand through his hair, “Academically, that is. Pete, I’ve fucked up royally and I don’t know what to do.”

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Wow! Part two of Modern Love!!! How exciting is this!! I'm so lucky to have @rottensouldier in my life and she's such a huge part of this story and LOOK AT THIS GORGEOUS ART WE'RE BEING GRACED WITH!

This part is very fluffy, it's very sweet and very comforting. We get a little more insight into Remus's backstory and there's some VERY cute scenes coming up!

[themidnightghoul]

Unrestrain Me, Set Me Free

Dew is annoyed by his medical boot but is definitely not jealous of seeing Rain and Phantom together night after night. Not at all. He’s coping very well, in fact, and no one needs to mention it at all.

Rating: E for Everyone with a little sprinkle of Raindrop spice at the end Word Count: 1458 Authors Note: This has been sitting in my drafts for so long at this point I had forgotten about it, honestly. But it’s finished so yay have some Raindrop stuff inspired by the insane Year Zero choke from the Tampa Skelatour date that was one william years ago now!

Shoutout to @asteroidarsonist @bloodfin @dewinabsentia and @jesters-immunity for reading this and encouraging me to post it. Sorry it took so long but here it is yay yippee hurray.

Read on AO3 (coming soon) or below!

“I want this fucking thing off.” Dew lifted his foot that was still trapped by the medical boot off of the table in the dressing room. “My foot is fine now, see?” He wiggled it around and immediately got smacked on the head by Cirrus, who was standing beside the couch.

“Put that down, dumbass. Aether said you still have to wear it, so you’re still gonna wear it.”

He threw up his middle finger and rolled his eyes. “Fucker isn’t here to tell me I have to wear it,” he grumbled, crossing his arms like a pouting child.

“Oh? Do I need to call Copia?” Cirrus cocked her head and raised an eyebrow, hands on her hips like she was scolding a child. Phantom giggled from across the room as he adjusted his uniform prompting Rain to grab his hat off of the rack and shove his face into it. The giggles didn’t stop, continuing at a muffled volume.

“Oh come on, Cir, that’s not fair!” Dew slammed his boot down on the table and groaned. “Ow.”

“Then zip it, Fireball.” Cirrus mimed zipping her mouth shut and then blew him a kiss. She turned on her heel and walked to the door, waving as she walked. “See you out there, boot and all.” When she was no longer in sight with the door mostly closed and Dew thought she was completely gone, he threw her the finger again. The door almost immediately opened up again, just enough for Cirrus to stick her hand in the room, middle finger extended, and then closed with a click.

This time even Rain couldn’t hold back a small laugh watching the two of them go at each other. Dew threw his head back and glared at him. “Not you too!”

“Sorry, just can’t help myself.” Rain made his way over to the couch and sat down, hand resting gently on Dew’s leg. “She’s right, you know. Even if it’s better, you need to keep that on until you get the all clear.”

Dew’s body temperature began to raise slightly. “You go without feeding for just a little bit and suddenly your stupid vessel is more vulnerable than a piece of paper. Bullshit.”

“The price we must pay, so on and such.” Rain waved his hand around while doing a poor impression of Copia in an attempt to make Dew laugh. They had lost track of the number of times that he had to explain to Phantom and Aurora that they needed to stay fed unless they wanted to be seriously hurt, but his scolding tone had burrowed its way into their brains. “But seriously, the boot stays on. Now let’s finish getting ready, hmm?” He leaned over and gently kissed the top of Dew’s head before standing up, leaving him on the couch where he attempted to sulk for another minute or two before resigning himself to having to keep the boot on.

When they were finally on stage performing, it was almost like Dew could forget about the stupid fucking boot entirely. He soaked in the screams of adoration and praise from the crowd, watched Perpetua dance around the stage singing his heart out, and it was like nothing was holding him back. He had to move a bit slower, sure, but he could still pretend like nothing was wrong. And nothing was wrong.

At least, until he saw them.

It wasn’t jealousy in the usual sense, as that didn’t really exist among the Ghouls for the most part. He loved seeing Rain and Phantom together, loved their bond and seeing their relationship grow as much as it had since the little Quint had been summoned. What he didn’t love was how mobile they were. Phantom was all over the place, his pent up energy finally finding release as he zipped across the stage recklessly. Rain was… Rain. He was graceful as he glided across the stage, carrying that bass of his like it weighed nothing, making the crowd swoon and scream his name. The veil he wore in place of the top hat really did something for Dew, and it was always a struggle not to do something on the stage that would, at the very least, get them both scolded by Copia. Dew could almost feel him trying to reach through the phone screen and smack his forehead, gesticulating and making his usual nonsense noises.

Not jealousy, no. Annoyance, perhaps. He hated the restrictions that the boot put on him. It kept him from being able to be as active as he liked to be, from running around the stage with Rain and Phantom. Instead he had to move carefully, watch his steps, and do his best to watch where the steps to Mountain’s drum kit where lest he recreate his disastrous fall once more. He would forever stand by his claim that the setup had moved while he was walking down the stairs he did not trip he is very stable when he walks, thank you very much. Even the silly broken bone artwork that Aurora had painted did little to make him feel better about having to keep it on for longer than he wanted. Although admittedly, he was not upset when he woke up and saw the Ghoulette hunched over with a paintbrush in her hand and a smile on her face.

Sure, he was able to adapt to the more cautious steps he had to take and it certainly didn’t seem like the crowd necessarily hated the way that he now stalked across the stage while performing. It let him feel more…predatory while he played night after night, tapping in to his Ghoulish instincts that he typically had to suppress while he was around humans. But Satan below he was fucking over it. He wanted to be able to sprint over to Rain whenever he wanted, or run across the stage to mess with Aurora or Haze when the mood overtook him. Watching Rain and Phantom together night after night, doing the things that he couldn’t, was beyond frustrating. He was done.

Whether it was the heat from where they were performing today or his pent up anger at the stupid fucking contraption on his foot or some secret third thing, who could say. But tonight Dew was…different. He moved more, made his presence known like he hadn’t been able to when he first broke his foot and the crowd was eating it up. When they got to Year Zero, a song he especially enjoyed performing, he was nearly feral. Perpetua had adopted the silly little turn that Copia loved to do while singing and when he had turned around, the three of them were lined up behind him. He tried to shoo Rain away, who shook his head and nodded off to the side to send Perpetua off. He made his way towards Dew, trying to get him to move, and to no one’s surprise, Dew stayed put. He mimed slapping the Fire Ghoul who played it off, thankful for the mask hiding his reaction to the thought of Perpetua actually slapping him. He would have to unpack that at a later date because the song was almost over and the time was drawing closer for Dew to have his moment. The choke. The crowd always went insane when him and Rain did that during this song and tonight? He was going to fucking deliver.

He sauntered across the stage, eyes trained directly on his beautiful Water Ghoul who was standing with one leg up on the speaker, as he so loved to do. They hadn’t done this much, if at all, on this tour just yet, so he was going to make it a good one. Slithering up behind Rain, he slipped his hand around his body starting at his hips, rising slowly across his stomach and flexing his fingers ever so slightly just to get a rise out of the Water Ghoul. He traveled up Rain’s chest and he could feel how hard his heart was beating against his hand as he moved. It was so cute watching him remain calm as he played, trying not to let it show just how much Dew was getting to him to the thousands of people in the crowd. Really, he deserved an award for how well he did. As his hand moved up, the screams of the crowd grew louder, and when he reached Rain’s throat, he pulled back just enough for him to get the message that Dew wanted him against his chest. When he was leaned back, pressed right up against the Fire Ghoul, Dew squeezed Rain’s throat and whispered in his ear.

“Never forget who you really belong to.”

[asyawrites]

Let's Intertwine With Our Eyes Averted.

Torn-winged angel. My only savior. 

How far we've gone, relying on the other's fingers.

No matter how foreign and different our home. 

Drawn we both are to the comfort of song. 

You are no god, I cannot worship.

I am no knight your crown is worthy. 

But if sand turns to water, I hope that you'll see—that without knowing each other, "you" still have "me".

Greasy, our palms, holding souls that slip. 

Lush, our voice, in sounding them a grip. 

Your throne higher, my saddle left dire. 

Yet kingdoms lose once horses refuse to cross fire.

Although you're no god and I am no knight.

Although connections made were crafted delight. 

Let me hold the spear, to cherish your light. 

So melodies: you can birth, to save us all from fright.

[midnightdemonhunter]

The day has arrived! Here is my finished @untildawn-secretsanta fic for @willothewispwisteriadawn! Featuring Sam, Chris and the Washington siblings watching a horror movie together pre-horrors, and some then mild canon-divergent horrors in the tunnels under the mountain! Please enjoy :DDD

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Sam, Chris and the Washington family sit down to watch Scream. Deep underground, many months later, Sam and Chris hear an impossible voice. And not in a good way. (Or, you best start liking horror movies, Miss Giddings. You're in one!)

[ann-bat]

Something had been written in regards to Heart and Soul (part 1/ part 2)

Something might be posted soon...

[midnightlovergirl]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/82702911/chapters/217722906

I’m writing an Armin x reader fic because I can