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i loved you like the sun

Pairings: remus lupin/sirius black Summary: remus centric fic on his history, reunification and future with sirius. Whumptober prompt #27 : scars / 'let me see' Whumptober prompt #30 : borrowed clothing Notes: descriptions of malnutrition and body mutilation (hello lycanthropy!), post-POA masterlist   || whumptober2023 || part two (coming soon)

Remus' heart clenched as he traced the ink lines of the marauder's map. If he closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of the parchment in his hands, he could almost hear James' laugh, Peter asking what was so funny as Sirius whispered sweet nothings in his ear -

He broke that line of thought with a scoff, rubbing his hands over his face. He had run out of tears long ago, instead left with a deep well of bitterness. The best part of his life had been shattered in one night. His best friends murdered, childhood stolen and love of his life arrested as their killer.

Remus had never believed he deserved good things. The marauders had taught him otherwise, surrounding him with blind acceptance and joy. Just as he finally started to believe in his worth, it had all come crumbling down. He was left alone, the way he always knew he was going to be.

Nothing lasts forever.

Movement in the grounds caught his eye. That was unusual, especially considering the late hour and school-wide curfew. Frowning, he took a closer look, blood running cold.

Without a second thought, he tugged on his coat and began running.

i achoo you

Pairings: Peter Parker x Wade Wilson Summary: Peter is sick and Wade is smitten. Whumptober prompt #26 : working to exhaustion / 'you look awful' Notes: i love this pairing so much ill cry. (also, peter is mid 20s) masterlist   || whumptober2023

"I'm totally 100% definitely dying."

Peter stretched out on the couch, sniffling woefully. His phone was pressed against his left cheek, sticky with sweat.

"Is it that even possible?"

"Yes. Yes it is. And I've got two college essays due in this wee-ee- ACHOO"

Matt let out a laugh, "You know spiders cant actually sneeze?"

"Lucky for the-em- ACHOO"

"This is pathetic, even for you."

"Wow, thanks Red. This is the last time I ever call you for advice."

"Yet you'll call me next week over a stubbed toe no doubt."

Peter could practically hear the eye roll in his voice, frowning as shivers once again decided to wrack his body.

"I dont have any other semi-responsible friends that I can talk to, and I - I dont want to bother May -"

"Dont make me feel sorry for you, or I'll really regret sending the backup."

Peter groaned, "Oh god, who?"

"Blasphemy - and he should be arriving any time now. Foggy's just arriving at the office so I've got to go. Drink lots of water, okay?"

Matt hung up before he could answer, a knock at the door occurring seconds later.

"It's op-ehh-eehhh-ACHOO"

"Say it, don't spray it baby boy!"

words that shatter

Pairings: remus lupin / sirius black Summary: drunk words are a sober mans truths. Whumptober prompt #19 : psychological Notes: consequences of internalised homophobia/transphobia masterlist   || whumptober2023

Remus froze in place as Sirius' hand cupped his cheek, thumb gently caressing the scar that sliced across his eye and carried on to his jaw.

He was drunk, firewhisky heavy on his breath.

"Sirius -"

They were in the dorm room, celebrations for the quidditch win still raging downstairs. Remus wasn't feeling the best, the full moon only two days away, so had managed to sneak away without much fuss. That was until Sirius had barged into the room, settling himself on the mattress beside him.

"You're so pretty."

Remus' breath caught, hope rushing through him. "What?"

Sirius' eyes were glazed over, drinking in every detail of his scarred face as if it was the last time. They finally rested on his lips, slightly cracked with the cold.

"I wish ..."

Remus' eyes searched the younger boy's face desperately, trying to understand what was happening. He couldn't mess this up. He wouldn't.

"What do you wish, Pads?"

It came out as a whisper, almost as if he was scared that any loud or sudden noise would scare him away - break the fragile serenity of the moment.

"I wish you were a girl."

Remus never knew it could be possible for a heart to break so suddenly. To shatter in response to such careless and harsh words.

He had always had to fight to love himself, his body riddled in scars that fuelled him with shame. There were only two scars amongst those that he cherished, symmetrical and precise on his chest.

No matter how much he ached to be near Sirius, to have him, to love him, he would not sacrifice the self love he had fought so hard to acheive.

"Get out."

The words came out choked but strong, batting Sirius' hand away from his face and pushing him off the bed.

Sirius blinked heavily at the sudden change, "I dont -"

"Get. Out."

"I - I thought you -"

"Well you obviously thought wrong." He swallowed down a sob, slipping further under the bedsheets and turning away from the door. "Just - go back to the party. Leave me alone."

"Moony -"

"I'm sure there's plenty of girls down there for you to kiss."

Silence fell, broken a few moments later by footsteps retreating to the door. Once Remus was finally alone, the tears began to fall.

remote

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader Summary: You’d think that surviving a near-death experience together would have a bonding effect, but I guess you thought wrong.  Whumptober prompt # 5 : debris Whumptober prompt # 10 : stranded  Whumptober prompt #15 : makeshift bandages / suppressed suffering / 'im fine' Notes:  graphic descriptions of injuries, excessive swearing (give them a break, they’re stranded), some suggestive comments/language, enemies to lovers (oop) masterlist   ||   part one

You swore under your breath as you walked, stumbling every now and then as your feet dragged against the uneven floor, cursing every power you could think of. By the time you had reached the shore, you had done everything short of screaming ‘why abandon me with him?’ to the sky. 

Some stubborn part of you wanted to find a way to stay away from Steve, set up your own camp and tell him to fuck off when he came crawling back for help. Realistically, you knew that he had all the supplies with him and that you wouldn’t survive too long with a still-open wound, but the fantasy made you slightly happier.

Your attention focused on the palm trees providing slithers of shade, a few coconuts scattered across the sand.

“Take that, you prick.” you muttered with a grin, “Not so useless, huh.”

rip off the band-aid

Pairings: Peter Parker x Wade Wilson Summary: wade carries patterned band-aids. peter is in love. Whumptober prompt #7 : alleyway / radio silence Notes: college!peter parker, descriptions of violence and injury, excessive bad language masterlist   || whumptober2023

Peter hissed as a stray bullet grazed his forearm, having successfully dodged the rest of the emptied magazine, the fabric of his suit tearing and allowing some of his blood to creep down his arm.

"Come on!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands up. "Okay, now you've annoyed me Mr. Robber. Do you know how hard it is for me to fix this thing?"

The bad guy seemed taken aback by the statement, hesitating as he reloaded. That was all the opportunity Peter needed, leaping forwards to deliver a punch square to his jaw, knocking him on his ass. As he scrambled to regain his footing, Peter webbed him to the spot.

"What the hell man, I've got places I need to be!"

"Shush - you tried to rob an old lady, you don't get to complain at me right now." He began backing out of the alleyway, only feeling slightly guilty at the robber's continued protests. Not too guilty though, he had shot him after all. "Stay there - the police will be here... soon. Like, within the hour definitely."

Extending his arm to release another web, he winced at the hot pain that radiated across his skin, willing his healing factor to kick in. Swinging back to his apartment was gonna suck.

Deciding to avoid that for as long as he could, he began to walk up the side of the building. Once at the top, he looked out over the row of flat roofs, smirking.

"Parkour" he whispered, beginning to run. As he leapt over the roofs, he allowed himself to enjoy the feeling of freedom, wind rushing past him with a deafening roar.

He eventually made it to the last building, a large road separating this building from the next. Readying himself to swing, his ears picking up on pitchy singing coming from the building opposite.

"I know that voice..."

Already smiling, he swung up to the building, landing on the edge of the roof. Deadpool was facing away from him, bright pink headphones over his ears.

Under the mask, Peter raised an eyebrow, huffing a laugh as the merc continued his off-key singing, wiggling along to the beat. As he reached the chorus, he began to do the funky chicken, turning around slightly with each jump.

"P-p-p-poker face f-f-fuck her face, ca- OH god, webs!! Dont sneak up on me during my gaga time!"

it takes a village

Pairings: Peter Parker & irondad!Tony Stark Summary: tony gets a message from peter's kidnappers and makes a call. read part one first Whumptober prompt #6 : recording / 'it should've been me' Whumptober prompt #20 : 'you will regret touching them' Notes: brief descriptions of torture masterlist   || whumptober2023

"Sir, you have a message."

Tony wiped the sweat from his forehead, pushing his chair back and looking up to the roof of his lab. "Can it wait? I think I'm close to fixing the lagging issue in Rhodey's leg brace."

"You ignored their last message sir. This time they attached a video."

"FRIDAY, is that a yes or no?"

A few seconds passed as FRIDAY inspected the file, Tony stretching and wincing as his back made a loud cracking noise. DUM-E whirred at him with concern, going back to dusting when he shooed it away.

"No sir. It can't wait."

He sighed, twirling in his chair to face the nearest screen, grabbing his coffee from the table. "Put it up."

The mug fell to the floor, smashing and spilling the coffee all over the floor of the lab.

He was looking at Peter being thrown into a room, body limp and bruised. The angle suggested it was from a CCTV feed, though the resolution was surprisingly high. His heart dropped as the video skipped, showing the kid hammering at the door, yelling and screaming.

Tony couldn't tear his eyes away, tears gathering in his eyes as the video skipped forwards once more. Peter was curled in on himself in the corner of the room, rocking slightly back and forth in an attempt to self-soothe. Text popped up on the screen, stating that instructions would be sent in the next two hours.

As the screen switched to black he ran out of the room, grabbing the flip phone he had vowed to never use, dialling the only number saved on it.

"I need your help."

lone spider

Pairings: Peter Parker & irondad!Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Ned Summary: peter parker, student at Midtown and Stark's favourite intern, is captured. Whumptober prompt #3 : solitary confinement / 'make it stop' Whumptober prompt #4 : cattle prod / shock Notes: indirect mentions of self harm, descriptions of torture masterlist   || whumptober2023 || part two

The silence was suffocating.

Peter had never properly understood what people meant when they said that. Sound was not a tangible force - it was impossible to touch, so how could it possibly suffocate someone?

Now, stuck in this room for what he could only guess was going on a week, he understood.

The absence of sound will quickly become more overwhelming than any concert or panicked crowd. He absently wondered if it was worse due to his heightened senses, ears desperately straining for any sign of life.

Any day now, he kept telling himself, any day now and Mr Stark will come bursting through that door to save him. These thoughts quickly turned to worry for May.

Tonight, the darker thoughts had started to creep in. Does anyone even know I'm missing?

in the dark of the night i think of you

Pairings: remus lupin/sirius black, james potter/lily evans Summary: remus before the first full moon after the fateful halloween night Whumptober prompt #2 : thermometer / delirium / 'they dont care about you' Notes: mentions of death, war, self-harm and injury. even remus' hallucinations are mean to him. masterlist   || whumptober2023

The night before the full moon was always the worst.

When he was a child he had found it unbearable, coddled by his mother while his father looked on with guilt-laden eyes. They had held him when he cried, always doing their best to prepare him for what was to come.

It was impossible, of course, to prepare a five year old for the pain of their bones reassembling. For the reality of living the rest of their life with a condition that took such a toll, hiding a secret and gaining new scars every month.

He grew to fear the anticipation more than the transformation itself, working himself into a state every time he saw the moon thickening. His parents could do nothing about it, trapped in their helplessness, clinging to each other as his screams tore through the night.

The shame followed the fear.

When Remus was old enough to understand the concept of shame and embarrassment, he could finally name the look on his father's face when talking about his son's 'condition'. That shadowed him through the rest of his life - every new scar just another tally mark of the ever present shame that he brought to his parent's life.

That soon fuelled resentment, Lyall taking up extra hours at work to avoid him, eventually leaving him and his mother with nothing but bad memories. He hadn't even gone to Hope's funeral.

His time at Hogwarts had helped to ease that overwhelming shame, though it still followed him in every avenue of his life. He was taught that he deserved to love and be loved, wholly and without holding back. It had been a tough sell, but by the time he had graduated he finally found it in himself to believe that he had a family that accepted him.

He enjoyed the surety for less than a year.

A cough ripped through him, Remus groaning as another chill racked his body. He tugged the threadbare blanket higher up, curling in on himself in an attempt to retain as much heat as he could.

The cottage he had found was literally crumbling around him, allowing the cold November air to penetrate every corner of the room where he had set up a makeshift bed. As Marlene loved to say, beggars cant be choosers, and he knew he was lucky to find any kind of structure hidden this deep in the woods.

these hands that hold

Pairings: Clint Barton / Bucky Barnes Summary: clint has no coordination when it comes to his crush Whumptober prompt #1 : swooning / 'how many fingers am i holding up?' Notes: we're making an attempt at whumptober! i'm in no way promising a fic every day, but hopefully this will get me back into writing :)) if you have any fic ideas that you want me to write, my requests are open as always. HAPPY OCTOBER!! this is slightly more fluffy than the rest will be - i just cant resist fluffy winterhawk masterlist   || whumptober2023

"Another day, another sucky mission waking me up before noon."

"As optimistic as always," Nat drawled, rolling her eyes fondly as Clint pouted, "I made a fresh pot for you."

He kissed her forehead grinning, rushing over to the steaming pot of coffee, "Natasha, this is why I love you."

"Keep that in mind for when I say -"

"Oh god -"

"You're with Bucky today."

Clint's smile dropped instantly. "Nat. You cant do this to me - last time I was in the same room as him I literally tripped over thin air. Thin air, Nat! I can't think straight when I'm around him -"

"Tough shit, sorry. We need two snipers on this one, so suck it up big boy." She slid off her chair, patting his shoulder condescendingly. "Be nice to him, okay?"

"You - he - he's the one that's mean to me!"

She guffawed, walking out the room. "Quinjet in ten!"

Clint let his head drop on to the kitchen counter, hand gripping the handle of the coffee pot impossibly tighter. "Get it together, Barton."

"Talking to yourself again?" An amused voice from the doorway interrupted his pity party, Clint holding back a groan.

"It's too early for this shit" he shot back, lifting his head to glare at Bucky leaning against the doorframe.

"Early for you maybe - y'know normal people don't sleep in until 3pm?"

"Says the fossil."

"Ouch, you really hurt me with that one," Bucky replied, hand over his chest and a smirk on his lips.

Clint stomped down the butterflies that threatened to make him blush, instead levelling the brunet with what he hoped was a convincing death stare.

Rolling his eyes - and damn did he look good when he did that - Bucky pushed off the doorframe, walking over to Clint and picking the pot out of his hand as if it was nothing.

"Hey! Get your own coffee!"

Bucky didnt reply, instead lifting the pot to his lips and taking a large swig, maintaining eye contact as he did so.

"Asshole." Clint frowned, snatching the pot back as soon as he could. "If you think that will stop me from drinking it, you're sorely mistaken. Nothing gets in between me and my caffeine intake - especially when I've been woken up at an ungodly hour."

With that he stormed out of the room heading towards the quinjet hangar, resolutely ignoring Bucky's scoffed 'It's 11am' from behind him.

whumptober 2023

this is really just to try to get back into writing as its been a while since I've done anything! just a heads up: i will be combining one or more prompts into one for some fics

In for a penny, in for a pound

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson Warnings: mentions of death, violence, gay pining and dustin being a little shit Summary: Eddie gets stuck in a time loop, the universe is a bitch and no matter how many times he seems to die he can’t get Steve Harrington’s smile out of his head.

  part one here

The girls swung by that afternoon, catching Eddie and Steve in the middle of an intense game of ‘rock, paper, scissors’.

They had dragged the two foldable chairs outside, not wanting to be crammed into the RV for too long. Boredom quickly took over, and they found themselves playing increasingly stupid games to pass the time.

At one point, Eddie had taken it upon himself to all-but drown the former lifeguard with compliments until he looked as if he would faint from the amount of blood that rushed to his cheeks. Steve had eventually thrown a pebble at him, calling him a dickhead in the process.

Eddie had simply held his hands up in surrender, smirking - something he had found himself doing more and more when in Steve’s company - and suggested a game of truth or dare, which was swiftly turned down and replaced with the ‘safe’ option of rock paper scissors.

“What, don’t think you could control yourself, Harrington?”

“Just shut up and play - one, two, three!”

“Wait are we going on three? Or are we-”

“Munson, for fucks sake just go on three.”

“Okay, damn, I was just making sure -”

“ONE -”

They were currently drawing, having won two games each, as the girls arrived.

Eddie Munson and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson Warnings: mentions of death, violence, gay pining and dustin being a little shit Summary: Eddie gets stuck in a time loop, the universe is a bitch and no matter how many times he seems to die he can’t get Steve Harrington’s smile out of his head.

Word count: 18.9k    (part one of three)  ||   part two

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Eddie was fucked.

Completely and utterly fucked.

No matter the outcome of today, he always would be. 

The people of Hawkins were out for his blood, fucking demobats were clawing their way into the twisted version of his uncle’s trailer, but he just couldn’t get the image of Steve’s smile out of his head.

That was stupid, considering he was pretty sure he was going to die.

Love Will Tear Us Apart

Pairings: Steddie, Ronance, best friends!Eddie & Dustin

spoilers for Vol 2 of stranger things under the cut