Something i like to rotate in my mind when bored is the idea of 'what if Rung and Rodimus knew Rung was Primus'. Rung knows he is Primus but is also conscious of the fact that he is thoroughly nerfed in his current form and thus should probs keep his divine status on the dl. Still, he refuses to let this fact stop him from making sure his favourite Prime is properly cared for. Rung calls Rodimus "my Prime," and Rodimus calls Rung "my Lord." Their relationship is one of mutual devotion. Every rest cycle Rodi's recharge is filled with visions from Primus filled with pleasure. The two tell the crew that their constant meet ups are just therapy sessions and no one suspects anything as there is a noticeable improvement to Rodi's mental health as a result of the constant praise and pampering. The rest of the crew only start to grow wise when Rodi allows Rung to turn him into a living hotspot (impregnate him).
My family in Gaza is suffering beyond description. The war has left us with no choice but to live in constant fear, between every sound of bombing and the endless showers of bullets. Every day they wake up to the sounds of explosions, and every night they go to sleep hoping for a better tomorrow.
My family has suffered from the loss of security, and the loss of the home that was their shelter. The airstrikes turned everything into rubble, and all that remains for them is memories of their former life. But worst of all is the constant worry for their loved ones, every moment they live in worry for those under the rubble.
Even with all this pain, they have not lost hope. They gather around one table, clinging to each other, and defying the circumstances with their inner strength. They know that there is always light at the end of the tunnel, even if the tunnel is long and dark.
Living in Gaza means fighting for survival every day. But my family is strong, and they know that this ordeal will not last forever. They will remain united, despite all the difficulties, because love and hope are what keep them alive.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Alex Mercer & Julie Molina & Luke Patterson & Reggie Peters, Julie Molina/Luke Patterson, Alex Mercer & Julie Molina, Julie Molina & Reggie Peters
Characters: Julie Molina, Luke Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Alex Mercer (Julie and The Phantoms), Reggie Peters (Julie and The Phantoms)
Additional Tags: Longer than it has any right to be, Five Times (+ One Time) Fic, Ghosts, Character Undeath, Dreams, Dreamsharing, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Friendship, Insomnia, Literal Sleeping Together, Sleepy Cuddles, Sleepy Boys, (can't believe that's an actual tag okay), Soft Luke Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Soft Reggie Peters (Julie and The Phantoms), Soft Alex Mercer (Julie and The Phantoms), We're all Soft here
Series: Part 3 of side effects of coming back from the dead may include...
Summary:
All of a sudden, the boys are… tired. It’s easy to miss, once the high of those first few days after the Orpheum has worn off; they act the same as ever, still the irrepressible goofballs she loves. The changes are small. Reggie has shadows under his eyes sometimes; after particularly fierce drum solos, Alex sometimes has to stop to catch his breath, running a hand over his sweaty brow. Even Luke flags during their late-night writing sessions, as the hours grow later and his thoughts are more inclined to wander.
She catches him staring off into space sometimes, hypnotized by the pattern of the kitchen tile or Julie’s bedroom curtains; when she nudges him gently, he’ll jolt, and blink at her with hazy eyes. His smile is sheepish, and a beat too slow to come.
"What are you dreaming of?" she teases gently, and Luke shakes his head.
"Nothing."
( side effects of coming back from the dead may include...
3. you can sleep!
+ you just... can't dream.
I couldn't find your who you write for but if you write for Snape could you do a Snap and reader (adult) where maybe the death eaters are attacking her/torturing or injure her after they find her snooping for the order and he has to step in and be like leave her alone, she's with me or is my girlfriend to save her life but they're not dating or anything before but crush on eachother then they have to fakebeing a couple in front of the other death eaters/voldemort. If not don't worry!
A/N: I definitely need to make a list of who I write for, so my apologies! But I’ll put one together soon! Maybe even before I post this ;) I also maybe tweaked this a bit but I think i kept the spirit of your ask
Your spine was bent uncomfortably as you curled up into a tight ball. The grime that had collected at the bottom of the bathtub was grainy and scraped against your jeans every time you shifted. With bated breath you watched as the wind from the broken wind brushed against the torn shower curtain that you hoped concealed your body.
You felt your end coming. You had been hiding in this abandoned home for weeks now, ever since your double cross was uncovered. Antonin Dolohov had been the first to suspect you, his eyes always watching. It took everything in you since following the Order’s instructions to not slap that permanently smug look off his face. Molly Weasley was a good friend of yours and you had known the agony that her brothers’ deaths had caused her.
It didn’t take more than him to whisper words of betrayal to his fellow death eaters until you were being investigated, every inch of your life examined. You were found guilty and they felt they had the power to hand out justice. You’d been lucky to get away even if you had been a bug under Antonin’s foot. He took great pride in watching you squirm and cry and scream when he had tortured you, seeking information.
You hadn’t condemned the order, even as Antonin uttered the cruciatus curse.It had been Severus who had crept into the dark and rotting room underneath the Malfoy’s manor and set you free. He hadn’t spoken a word as he unbound you, moving around the room like a shadow. You’d run the second you’d gotten the chance.
You wouldn’t have a chance to thank him, you realized as heavy footsteps made their way up the dilapidated stairs. Every step was punctuated with a groan from the ancient home. Your heart was doing back flips in your chest and you were frightened that Fenrir led the group coming to kill you and would be able to hear the wild beat.
You stuck your wand in front of you, hand shaking and betraying the stern look on your face. You weren’t ashamed to hide, it was a matter of survival, but you felt shame at the fear coursing through your veins. A month ago you would have charged from your spot, trying to take out as many death eaters you could before you were overwhelmed. Now, after experiencing just what they could do to a person who scorned them, you couldn’t help but feel frightened, weak even.
As soon as the door, that was only hanging by a single yet stubborn hinge, burst open you were silent and still. The figure paused in front of you, imposing and dark. You couldn’t make out their features, the moon only a sliver in the sky. It seemed the curtain in front of you hid you well enough that your fight instinct could kick in.
The curtains only downfall was that you couldn’t aim properly, your body binding curse breaking against the wall. Suddenly, a hand was at your throat for only a second, a familiar voice seething at you, “I’d watch it if I were you, Y/L/N,”
Your chest nearly collapsed in relief, a choked oh, thank god it’s you rushing past your lips. You through your arms around Severus’ neck and he tensed even as his arms came around your waist, pulling you over the chipped rim of the bathtub that you thought would be your grave.
“What are you doing here?” You whispered, still not trusting your surroundings. You had been nonverbal since you had escaped, laying low. Your voice caught, your body still on overdrive from the adrenaline you had just experienced.
Severus lowered his voice and his arms, dropping you back onto your own two feet as you tried to get rid of the shake in your knees. “The order sent me,” Your heart thumped for another reason other than fear. They cared. You had worried that you were to be left to the wolves after being found out, your use as a double agent vanishing even as the dark mark stained your skin. “They aren’t far behind, I suggest we make haste,”
You nodded, being the first out of the crumbling home. “You don’t need to tell me twice,”
Severus’ eyes scanned the open field before you, trying to make out any sign that you weren’t alone. Inky wisps blew through the wind, swirling as they began to materialize. Without a second’s thought, Severus had you pulled against his chest, his wand shoved uncomfortably against the junction between your neck and jaw.
“Pettigrew, Yaxley,” Severus greeted, his tone neutral. “You’re late.”
You tried to calm your breathing but you found yourself without comfort as Severus tightened his grip to nearly painful, keeping your hands glued to your sides. You knew he was trying to help but your skin was alight with anxiety and you wanted nothing more than to kill the men where they stood.
“Funny ‘ow you always gettin’ the drop on us,” Yaxley observed with a sneer but his bravado quickly faded as you felt Severus’ chest rumble with a threatening growl.
“You may not understand being competent but do not think to question my loyalties,”
“W-we’ve just come for the girl,” Peter sniveled, head lowered and feet shuffling. “Master’s wishes,”
“Master’s wishes or Antonin pretending to speak for our Master? I know how he hates losing his playthings,” Severus observed and you couldn’t fight the chill that ran down your spine. “Do not assume that his vices are aligned with what the Dark Lord wants. Our Master would never put man power into catching this weakling,” You stomped on Severus’ foot in retaliation even if you knew it was all an act.
“Then why’re you ‘ere?” Yaxley questioned, eyes narrowed.
“Seeing as she’s mine, I’ve come to show her the consequences of her actions personally. I don’t wish to have an audience, gentleman,” Your breath caught in your throat. Mine, he called me mine. Despite the situation you couldn’t help but feel like you’d obtained some sort of prize. It wasn’t a secret that you had been mad for Severus all through school and into adulthood, never reaching him, feelings unrequited.
“That traitor is your woman?” Peter squeaked and Severus grimaced, his chin pressed to your temple as he pretended to feel disgust.
“Unfortunately,” Severus droned. “But after tonight, she will be but blood on my hands,”
Yaxley grinned, a low chuckle reverberating through the electrified air as you squirmed against Severus, uncomfortable. “Good man,” Yaxley encouraged and your stomach churned. “Pettigrew,” He barked. “We’re leavin’, tell Antonin we found ‘er dead, burned the body,”
Pettigrew looked at Severus for approval and seemed to have found it, trusting the man with the hostage would do as he said. “I’ll send word when the deed is done,”
Without another word spoken they had vanished, the only sign they’d been there in the first place was your clammy hands and lack of breath. You struggled against Severus but he crushed you against him. “Not yet,” He breathed against your ear.
Wand still posed against your neck he dragged you back to the abandoned house. Only when you were safe inside, having cast a protective charm on the place, did he release you. Spinning on your heel you brought your palm up to his cheek swiftly, the sound of you smacking him ringing out against the silent night. “That was for acting like a pig,” You sniffled, pride wounded.
And then, you grabbed the front of his robes, lips slanting against his, all teeth and tongue. His hands stalled just above your hips, unsure of what to do next. “And that, was for saving my life,” You panted.
Too concerned with your safe arrival it went unnoticed by all in the order, including yourself, that for the first time since he was a schoolboy, Severus Snape was a little bit flustered, and a whole lot starstruck.
