captured by carrie


Newsies Live Pt. 2

(photos swiped from the Instagram accounts of the cast IDK where they originally came from)


“A man carries a woman in his arms — one arm under her legs and the other supporting her back like a groom carrying his bride. It usually denotes or foreshadows a romantic relationship between the characters or a major difference in their physical strength or both… A villainous example: in The Force Awakens, after Kylo Ren knocks out and captures Rey, he opts to carry her back to his ship this way.” TV Tropes

It had been startling and disappointing to me to find out that story books had been written by people, that books were not natural wonders, coming up of themselves like grass. Yet regardless of where they come from, I cannot remember a time when I was not in love with them – with the books themselves, cover and binding and the paper they were printed on, with their smell and their weight and with their possession in my arms, captured and carried off to myself.
—  Eudora Welty (born on this day in 1909)

anonymous asked:

10. please?

“Don’t try, I’m not worth it.”

“Are you fucking insane?” Tony exclaims, but the outrage he intends to convey somehow ends up sounding as blind panic.

Steve doesn’t stop in his descent down a creaking wooden ladder; each shudder and groan it makes as it rebels against Steve’s weight just another scrape against the inside of Tony’s chest. He is only a small dot high above, but moving steadily down.

He still has enough time to go back, to save himself. If only the fool would listen.

“When we’re out of here,” Steve calls out, clearly pissed off. “We’re going to have a long talk about what constitutes as insanity. Among other things.”

Tony shuts his eyes and bangs his head against the concrete. He tries to move, but fails. Again.

He doesn’t know what is it they gave him, but it successfully paralyzed him from the neck down.

And then they stuck him in the suit. Well, suit minus the helmet. And the best thing? The suit is completely out of juice.

But the worst thing is that Steve - that foolish, reckless, brave idiot - is now literally climbing down to his own death just because Tony went and got himself captured.

“You can’t carry me up,” Tony tries again. “Even without the suit-”

“Tony, I love you very much, but right now I really need you to stop talking.”

“Fuck you, Rogers,” Tony exclaims hotly, feels something wet streaming down his cheeks. “You can’t save me, all you’re going to do is kill yourself trying.”

“Yeah?” Steve grits out, and even with the distance separating them, Tony can hear that familiar stubborn determination giving his voice a steely edge. “Watch me.”

And Tony does. Watches Steve jump down thirty feet of height, unable to do anything to stop him. Unable to even breathe, all air expelled out of his lungs by sheer panic.

Steve!” Tony cries out when he gathers enough air to speak. He doesn’t recognize his own voice: thin and small and cracking on edges. “Steve, you fucking idiot.”

A pained grunt sounds from somewhere to Tony’s right. A wave of relief surges through Tony’s chest. Tony grits his teeth, tries to lift his head, the sound of his harsh breaths almost drowning out that of boot heels scraping against concrete, and then, then-

There are hands wrapping under Tony’s arms and lifting him to his feet, pressing him against solid chest for the briefest of moments. Then, gloved fingers are darting along the metal of Tony’s suit, finding the hidden catches and releases.

“Don’t try it,” Tony pleads in a pained voice, raw with guilt and panic. “I’m not worth it.”

Steve, whose face is dirty and bleeding from a gash above his right eyebrow, pauses in getting Tony out of the suit, his right hand sliding up to cradle the back of Tony’s neck.

“Shut up. Shut. Up,” Steve grits out in a wrecked voice, leans his forehead against Tony’s. “You’re worth everything.”

Tony screws his eyes shut, opens his mouth to curse the stubborn bastard, but all that comes out is a half-choked sob of Steve’s name.

And somewhere in the building above them the clock continues to count down, fast approaching zero.


Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Bucky x Natasha (slight flirting)

Warnings: Insecure reader, Bucky being a thoughtless dick, swearing, but Bucky comes to his senses, some nice love making lmao, unprotected sex, metal hand use

Summary: Reader snaps when Bucky keeps praising Natasha right in front of her. Based off of this request <3

Word Count: 1,418

A/N: I suggest listening to THIS when the smut starts. It shall be noted and the song will be linked again when the smut is about to start ;)

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The gentlemen appointed by General Washington, are Colonel Laurens, one of his aid de camps, and Viscount Noaille of the French army. They have this day held an interview with the two British officers on the part of Lord Cornwallis, the terms of capitulation are settled, and being confirmed by the commanders of both armies, the royal troops are to march out to morrow and surrender their arms. It is a circumstance deserving of remark, that Colonel Laurens who is stipulating for the surrender of a British nobleman, at the head of a royal army, is the son of Mr. Henry Laurens, our ambassador to Holland, who being captured on his voyage, is now in close confinement in the Tower of London.*

*Connected with this transaction there is a concurrence of circumstances so peculiarly remarkable, that I cannot omit to notice them in this place. Mr. Henry Laurens, who was deputed by Congress as our ambassador to Holland, was captured and carried into England, and closely and most rigorously confined in the tower of London. Lord Cornwallis sustains the office of constable to the tower, of course Mr. Laurens is his prisoner. The son, Colonel John Laurens, stipulates the conditions of the surrender of the constable, who becomes our prisoner, while Mr. Laurens, the father, remains confined in the tower as a prisoner to the captured constable. Congress had proposed that Mr. Laurens should be received in exchange for General Burgoyne, but the proposal was rejected by the British Government. After Cornwallis was captured however, he was readily received in exchange for Mr Laurens


A military journal during the American revolutionary war, from 1775 to 1783 by James Thacher

This was James Thacher’s journal entry on October 18th, 1781

anonymous asked:

So sorry if this is a repeat question, but is there any fan fic of Carrie sleeping with Q2.0? Oh fuck me, if only the writing team had given us this beautiful scene "in real life".

It’s your lucky day! I read your ask quickly and thought you wanted season 2 sex fic recommendations which is a great question because so many of them are buried. But you wanted Quinn 2.0 which is kind of the opposite. 

So, two for the price of one…

1) Great season 2 sex fics with Carrie/Quinn:

Are you kidding? Some of the sexiest fics in the fandom are set in seasons 2-3 before abject doom started following Carrie & Quinn around like a lost puppy named Gansa. These are all quick reads.

  • The time period in Spiked by Isadora is undefined but it feels like season 2 to me. Also, her Assignment is set in season 3 but it’s one of my favorite fics ever so I’m throwing it in here. It’s a one shot, a great story, and really, really hot.
  • Another Ending Which Is Actually a Beginning by our own Frangi is probably the best example of fun smut. Set in 2.04 - ops room sex. Hot and a little crazy. A one shot.
  • Chapter 2 of my Making it Right is technically season 3 but their argument is all about the season 2 mess with Brody, and there’s sex. On a desk.
  • My tongue upon your scars by aridness_string is very hot but dark.
  • Half Lies by Finlyfoe features Carrie and Quinn meeting long before season 2 and having an, ahem, encounter. Cue season 2. This fic has one of my favorite smut scenes ever because it’s fun and hot and crazy. 
  • One Night Stand by koalathebear is set in season 1 and, like Half Lies, imagines a hook up prior to season 2. It’s charming.
  • Finally, how in God’s name could there be a Greenpen (Sara) fic I’d never read? And it’s not even depressing! Five Minutes. Hot damn, Sara….
  • Finally II, there’s no sex but some quality sexting in Mathison I’m Bored by our own Laure. It puts Quinn and Carrie in a season 2 CIA meeting. It’s guaranteed to make you smile. It’s a recent fic and refers to season 6 canon humorously because Quinn & Carrie decide they’re having absolutely none of it. It’s vintage Laure.

2) As for your real question: Quinn 2.0 - also a great ask!

  • On the Road by Inch by Inch, a new writer, is a recent fic and fairly canon consistent (sans death). I love it. It’s unique with really believable dialogue. Two chapters. (The sex is not what you might expect, however.)
  • Les Nocturnes by loveandlost06, another new writer, features an absolutely beautiful sex scene that’s very consistent with Quinn 2.0. Make it your head canon for the season 6 sex we never got! It’s well written and believable and lovely. Two chapters.
  • A Hanukkah Miracle by our own Sydney (SNQA) is perfect comedy if you need a laugh! Promise, promise, promise. Smut (lots) in the kitchen while Saul explains Hanukkah to Franny in the next room. It’s a one shot. While it’s hard to remember when Quinn & Carrie were funny, this fic will remind you.
  • A Homeland Christmas was written by me… and I’m proud of it, actually (rare for me). There is sex though it’s rather brief. But if you need a new vision for season 6 featuring lots of domesticity… it’s my head canon. Clearly. A one shot.
  • Second Chances by our own Frangi is one of her famed sweeping, heartfelt, epic fics. Sex doesn’t come along until around chapter 12 if I recall. I actually like Weekend Visit even more. Another epic Frangi fic. The premise of the “beep, beep, beep” heart monitor preventing Carrie and Quinn from consummating is totally hilarious and when they finally do it… it’s worth the wait. 
  • The Other Half by Greenpen (Sara) is… God, I dunno what to say. Sara is an incredible writer. I don’t think any fic writer captures the complexity of Carrie & Quinn as well as she does. Four chapters and worth every word. This is not for the faint of heart but it’s believable and sad and hopeful all at once. And he’s alive at the end. So.

No sex but lovely…

  • The One with the Inconvenient Love by our own Laure is another funny fic set around season 6. They’re acting Very Married and there’s no sex but and it’s funny and charming as they try to get out of the friend zone. Also, Coffee by Laure is nuanced, romantic, interesting. It makes you think.
  • By the Sea by Kitty does not have sex but it’s the preamble. It’s as complicated as Carrie and Quinn and is placed in a season 6 AU.

Reylo and ReySky aside, I just love the dynamic between Rey and Kylo Ren.

From the moment Ren hears about Rey, he becomes drawn and eventually possessive towards her. From the way he reacts every time his subordinates mention her:

Mitaka: “The two were accompanied by a girl”(Ren force pulls and chokes Mitaka)

Ren: “WHAT GIRL?!!!!”

(Takodana scene)

Stormtrooper: “Sir the Droid was spotted heading west…with a girl”

(Ren dramatically turns his head in that direction upon hearing ‘girl’)

To even just straight up abandoning the Droid he was meant to capture, and instead bridal carrying Rey aboard his ship with the intent of extracting the information himself, and ‘treating’ her as his ‘guest’ with somewhat more care and gentleness than any of his other prisoners.

He was so fixated with her that he was completely content with unmasking himself and revealing his true (vulnerable) face to her. And instead of prying the information from her immediately, he takes the time to look through her mind and read her thoughts, fears and desires.

For whatever reason, he’s captivated by her. Whether it’s due to her raw power that he observes with shock and even wonder or a sense of familiarity (as if he met her once before when she was too young to remember, or if he saw her in a vision like she did with him. Maybe there might even be an infatuation (depending on how you interpret it).

For Rey, she’s completely terrified of Kylo upon encountering him, both in her vision and in the forest. And that terror plays out until the interrogation scene where it turns into contempt and defiance, which plays throughout the rest of the movie. Needless to say, she doesn’t share the same feelings that Kylo has for her, going as far as calling him a monster upon murdering his father.

And yet, her powers and connection with the force seems to be at its peak (throughout this film) when she is in his presence.

During the interrogation we see Kylo using the force to peer inside her mind to find the map, only for her to resist and peer inside his mind and learn about his deepest fears.

Then she incorporated her mind trick that she supposedly extracted from his head, and use it on a stormtrooper.

Afterwards during the snow fight, Kylo attempts to use the force to call Anakin Skywalker’s lightsaber to him, only for it to fly past him and land right into Rey’s hand after copying him. And after that Rey manages to defeat Kylo when she allows the force to take control, (after being reminded of it from him).

Basically many of Rey’s skills with the force throughout TFA are what she learns from observing Kylo and being on the forefront of his abilities. And it’s also when she reaches her full potential, despite her own limited abilities.

Kylo had offered to be her teacher, but in a way he already was teaching her, and she was learning from him.

So in conclusion, Kylo Ren is drawn to Rey, and seems quite possessive towards her, despite the fact that his feelings for her have caused him to become more vulnerable and prone to mistakes and recklessness.

Rey on the other hand is repelled by Ren, and wants nothing to do with him, despite the fact that her interactions with him have made her stronger and more open to the force.

I look forward to seeing how this dynamic will play out in the rest of the trilogy, now that the filmmakers have discussed their “mysterious connection”.

cheers to all you strong, nurturing, fierce, independent, beautiful, and, let’s not forget, kinky followers who are also mothers. a very happy Mother’s Day weekend to you!

in honor of my late mom, i wanted to share a picture that perfectly captured her essence. i will carry it with me always.

My Little Sloth (drabble)

(Wow these titles just get better and better.)

Summary: Neko!Dan loves listening to Phil making his YouTube videos and falls asleep against the bedroom door.

Word count: 777

Tw: literally nothing.

(Context- nekos are hybrids of a cat and a human. Here neko!Dan has cat ears on top of his head, a long fluffy tail and small kitten teeth. He also displays some characteristics of a cat, such as sleepiness and playfulness.)

“I’m going to be filming later so you can keep yourself entertained in here, okay?” Phil said to Dan who was currently sat on the other side of the sofa watching some neko tv program. He didn’t understand why Dan found it entertaining but whenever he put it on Dan’s eyes were glued to the screen.

“How long will it take?” Dan asked a little absentmindedly.

“A couple hours, don’t worry I’ll edit it tomorrow so we can still have cuddles before sleep” Phil knew that Dan would be upset if he had to go to bed without Phil there.

Dan usually went to sleep a lot earlier than Phil but they cuddled in bed and then Phil would go on his laptop, mindlessly browsing with Dan snuggled into his side.

Other times they would watch a movie in the living room. Dan tried to stay awake but he usually just ended up falling into slumber about a quarter way through. Phil would laugh quietly shaking his head and wake him up when the film is finished so they can make their way to bed.

Dan nodded back as Phil went to make lunch as Dan was inevitably going to whine that he is hungry when the tv show is over.


It was a while later when Phil decided that he’d make a start on filming. It was only going to be a talky vlog with a few costume changes today so he didn’t think it’d be too difficult.

Dan was occupied with his painting in the living room so he would be fine for a couple hours alone. However Phil had also given Dan a few games and recorded some tv shows and prepared snacks in case he got bored.


After about twenty minutes Dan paused his brush strokes. He loved to sneek outside of Phil’s bedroom to listen to him making a video and he definitely planned on doing that today.

He looked down at his artwork before adding a few finishing touches and putting the things away. Then he tiptoed across the carpet in the hallway to Phil’s bedroom. Luckily the door was closed so he could sit against it and listen to the smooth sound of Phil talking in between messed up lines and sputtering.

Dan was very content with just sitting there listening, his ears forward, swiveling slightly as he tries to catch on to every word. He grinned at some of the things that Phil was mentioning, recalling memories from the past fortnight.

It was taking Phil much longer than he thought to record enough content for the video. He just couldn’t seem to get some things right and had to re-record large chunks of it where he’d slurred on a word and been taken completely off track. He carried on, determined to finish it that night.

Dan had become sleepy and a little restless on the other side of the door. He slumped down, almost laying, and decided to rest his eyes for a bit. With the mixture of his tiredness and Phil’s voice he quickly fell asleep awkwardly against the door.


Phil had finally finished at around 11pm. He knew that he’d gone over time and Dan would probably be very grumpy or maybe even he’d decided to  just sleep in his own room (which was really his ‘old room’ as he shared with Phil now).

When Phil opened the door, which was weirdly heavier than usual, to go see where Dan was; he didn’t expect to see the younger passed out on the floor in front of him. He giggled quietly to himself. He knew when he’d first told Dan about YouTube that Dan had listened to him make his videos. It was cute and endearing that he still did.

Phil decided that he’d have to wake him up as he couldn’t sleep on the floor all night. He kissed Dan’s forehead and nose and tickled his tummy a little. Dan, being a light sleeper, squirmed opening his eyes slowly. He smiled when he saw Phil’s face above him and reached up to wrap his arms around his neck.

“Come on love, lets go to bed” Phil said. The arms around his neck just hugged tighter as Dan leaned up to capture his lips.

“Carry me please” Dan suggested. He lifted his legs to cling on to Phil’s lower back and wrapped his tail around Phil’s thigh.

Phil saw no other way around this so he just gave in “okay then, my little sloth”. He felt Dan relax against him as he held the him and carried him to their bed. “We can cuddle now”


A/N: I got this idea from a prompt that I saw on 'Phanfic’ but it was months ago now so I won’t link it. I just fancied some 1am/2am writing. I think it turned out well. I have no idea what the whole sloth thing is but it’s kinda endearing right?
   Also I had to Google 'cat body language’ and 'cute ways to wake up your boyfriend’ for this. Love me.

Thanks ^ω^

Keith was tired. He was hurt. He was freaking annoyed.

He just wanted this goddamn fight to end.

It had been only a week since Voltron’s Paladins had found back together again. It had been an emotional reunion, filled with tears and even hugs.

It had been a little more time since Keith knew about his heritage. Or at least that he turned into a fucking purple monster sometimes, without knowing why, and without being able to control it.

Unnecessary to say that Keith was terrified about this. Terrified about his team finding out. He definitely wouldn’t tell it out of his own will, after all there was no need for them to know. He had lived his whole life without even noticing himself, after all.

“Shit,” he muttered as he saw the Galra soldiers rounding the corner at the other end of the hallway he was sitting in. It was pure instinct that made him pull up his shield to block the laser.

There were six soldiers and normally he might have beaten them – without being arrogant, he was pretty sure he would beat them normally – but right now there was a large, wet bloodstain on his right side, just above his hip and it burned.

So he did the only logical thing to not die in the next few minutes – he jumped up from his spot on the floor and started running, one hand pressed to the wound. He just wanted to get off this fucking ship.

The worst thing was that his lion wasn’t on this ship, so he still had to find a way out, in the best case with all of his teammates – which was the next problem. His communicator has been damaged and he didn’t have any idea where his teammates were and how they were doing. If they were even-

No. He wouldn’t allow his thoughts to go there.

In this moment Keith was grateful that he was clearly faster than the Galras, so after a few minutes, when he didn’t hear his pursuers anymore, he decided that it was safe to take a small break. Sliding down the wall he had to suppress a groan. He had to orientated himself and, at best, find a small ship he could get out with.

But before he could start looking around to hopefully get at least an idea about where he was, a small uproar caught his attention. Slowly he got back on his feet, peaking around the corner.

His blood froze.

Around the corner was a huge hanger – with multiple ships, which was absolutely fantastic – filled with dozens of soldiers – which was an absolute disaster – standing around a single, on the floor lying person.

An obviously unconscious person in a way too familiar armor.

A person in a way too familiar, white-blue armor.

“Lance?” Keith breathed into the air, his hand tightening around the corner, his claws digging into the metal wall.

The Galra soldiers were never this terrified in their lives, as they were faced with another Galra. The unknown soldier in Paladin uniform tore through their ranks, immobilizing one after the other, until none of them were standing anymore. Then he picked up the captured Paladin and carried him to one of the ships, flying both of them out into space.

Keith’s breathing was heavy, and his side was still hurting, as he stumbled out of the ‘borrowed’ ship, Lance cradled in his arms. His mind was racing in panic, since his comrade hadn’t yet shown a sign of waking up. He was breathing, thankfully, but he was obviously hurt.

Somehow Keith had managed to locate the rest of their team, who were already gathered on top of this unknown planet, so he had immediately flown towards them. They needed to get back to the castle to treat Lance as fast as possible.

In the back of his mind he knew that he still looked like a Galra, although he couldn’t turn back at will. Theoretically he knew how it looked – a Galra walking towards Voltron’s Paladins with an unconscious Lance in his arms – but the look of pure shock and terror on his teammates’ faces still caught him by surprise.

It didn’t even take a tic until he was faced with the glowing weapons of his friends. Stumbling he came to a stop.

“Who are you?” Shiro asked, trying to keep calm, always the reasonable head of the crew.

On the same time Hunk shouted, “Give Lance back!” followed by an angry “Yeah!” coming from Pidge.

He couldn’t even blame them, he would’ve reacted in the same way. Probably even worse, considering he was carrying an unconscious Lance. But it still hurt like hell, the pain taking hold of his heart like a strong iron grip and twisting it around.

Before he could answer though Lance stirred in his arms, immediately taking all of Keith’s attention. “Lance?” he asked quietly, hardly daring to hope, as his friend – the most important person in his life – slowly blinked his eyes open.

A slow, pained smile spread on Lance’s lips. “Hey, Keith. Are we having a bonding moment right now?”

Keith fell to his knees, pressing the boy in his arms hard against his body – to feel his warmth, feel the life – and started to sob and cry uncontrollably.

The Man Who Loses Everything

Inspired by The Man Who Loses Everything by @asktheboywholived

(( I KNOW I’VE BEEN MORE FOCUSED ON EDITS LATELY BUT I’LL BE WRITING MORE NOW THAT I’M DONE WITH CLASSES. I also repurposed an old piece of writing published on my AO3 account that I do not plan on continuing that does show up here. So enjoy. Also enjoy a very quick edit for Remus that I felt fit with this. )) 

It had all happened so fast.

Sirius hadn’t come home that night; Remus couldn’t breathe.

There was a knock on the door. It had to be Sirius. Who else would it be? But yet, there was a deep fear growing in the pit of his stomach. Hesitantly, he pulled open the door of their shared flat, the rusting hinges screeching as they moved. “Remus Lupin?” Two men he didn’t recognize stood on their welcome mat.


“Ministry of Magic. We’re going to need you to come with us.” His heart fell to his feet.


“So, um…” Remus mumbled. “Why am I here?” Sirius. Sirius, Sirius, Sirius. He’s hurt. He’s dead. Something had to have happened to him-

“Were you a conspirator in the murders of James and Lily Potter?” James? Lily?

“W-What?” Breathe. “They were murdered? N-Nobody told me.”

“The Potters were found dead in their home last night, by means of an unforgivable curse.”

My friends.  “Both of them?”

“Both of them.”

Harry. Their son. Oh, god. Harry. “What about Harry? Is he alright? Oh, please tell me he’s alright-”

“He is alive. For the child’s safety, we will not be disclosing his whereabouts with you.”

Remus Lupin never cried. How could you cry when you didn’t know how? But now, oh now… His lungs were on fire, the pressure behind his eyes was like nothing he’d every felt before. James, Lily… Harry. Sirius. Where was Sirius?

“Mr. Lupin…” He brought his eyes to meet the man. “We’re doing all that we can. We’ve captured the man who carried out the act, he has been charged with the deaths of the Potter’s and Peter Pettigrew.”

“P-Peter…?” Not Peter. No, no, not Peter too. “Why? Who did this!?”

“Mr. Lupin, the murderer has been dealt with.”

“Why won’t you answer my question!?” Peter. James. Lily. Harry. Sirius… Sirius. Sirius, Sirius, Sirius, Sirius, Sirius. “Sirius Black. Is he okay? Is he? Please, tell me he’s okay.”

“Mr. Black is now serving a life sentence in Azkaban for these murders.” Mr. Black is now serving a life sentence in Azkaban. Mr. Black. Responsible for the murders. James, Lily… Peter. Gone. Sirius. Murderer?

“No. No, no, no, no… You… There must be a mistake. Sirius Black would never-”

Hogwarts was huge – far larger than anything Remus Lupin could have ever imagined. A castle; the largest building he had ever seen was a townhouse, and here he was, inside of a castle. Of all the moving staircases and secret rooms, what really amazed him were the ceilings: those mile-high ceilings. He dreamed of flying, of reaching the sky. Nothing would be able to contain him, no cage too strong, no ropes too tight. He would spread his wings and feel the air move through his feathers. One day, he would break free. And on that first night, when the hat pronounced him Gryffindor, after all those years of being contained, of being controlled, he was recognized as the person he was and not the evil that inhabited him. For just a little while, he was freed from the burden that followed his every step. A new moon.

Evening fell into night as the first-year Gryffindors were lead to the dorm halls. Taking a separate route from the females, the male prefect, a lofty boy with dark skin and well groomed hair, made conversation with the crowd of eleven year olds that followed him. His clothes were freshly pressed and he sported a maroon and gold tie perfectly tied around his neck. The fifth year towered over Remus, who, at the time, was very below-average for his age at a diminutive 124 centimeters in stature.

Remus rubbed at his hair, which was once combed down neatly with pomade, but had now returned to its natural curled state. “Well, here you are,” the prefect boy announced. “I assume Missus McGonagall has informed you of your room assignments for the year. If you have any problems, don’t be afraid to come to me; I’m rooming just down the hall. I look forward to being your prefect this year.”

The three boys that accompanied Remus in his dormitory spread themselves out in a circle, a pile of sweets and types of crisps in the center of them (of which they had bought an abundance of from the trolley on the Hogwarts Express). They seemingly ignored the boy with the scar-covered face who sat in silence as he unpacked the few belongings he had brought with him. Remus was never fond of making friends; he deemed himself unworthy of companionship. Who would like someone so ugly? So monstrous. “You fold your socks?” a voice, slightly lower-pitched in comparison to his own, laughed.

Remus’ face flushed like a cherry, his pale scars becoming even more prominent than usual, as he turned on his bottom precisely 180 degrees, keeping his knees tucked tightly up in his arms and his feet lifted a few centimeters off the ground. “I like to keep organized,” he mumbled in embarrassment, unable to bring his eyes to look at his new dormmate.

“Care to join us?”

“Um,” Remus licked his chapped lips, crawling to the center of the room.

“Nice scars,” a second boy chimed in.

“Yeah, they’re badass.”

“…Thank you.”

“He would never…” Sirius Black. His first friend. A murderer? The world was falling on his shoulders. Sirius Black overcame a world of evil and corruption, despite being brought up by a family built on hatred. Sirius Black, the boy who loved, who overcame, who cared. Sirius Black. Murderer? That was not Sirius Black. Sirius Black was flawed. No matter how hard he tried to be perfect. But he was perfect to Remus. And really, nothing else mattered. 

“We have the report here if you wish to hear it.”


“Black was the only one who knew that Peter Pettigrew was the Potter’s Secret Keeper.” He said he was the secret keeper. He lied. Sirius Black. The man who lied. “There are several eyewitness reports vowing that they watched Sirius murder Peter Pettigrew. Those eyewitnesses reported Pettigrew shouting that Black was trying to kill him like he had the Potters. Eleven muggles were slaughtered in the blast and Pettigrew’s finger was found on the scene. Black has no Alibi, and none of the evidence supports his claim to innocence…”

“Thank you for telling me, sir… I have an Alibi. I will give you the names of the people I was with. Feel free contact them. I did not coordinate with the… murderer… Sirius Black.”

The murderer, Sirius Black.

Sirius Black. The man who lied.

Reflektor - Chapter 1

TITLE: Reflektor


RATING: M, language, eventual sexual content, violence

SUMMARY: Kylo Ren isn’t fool enough to believe that her capture was a happy accident. He didn’t believe it was good fortune, and he believed least of all that it had anything to do with the reconnaissance skills of Hux’s half-wit stormtroopers. If they have The Girl Called Rey in custody, it is because she meant for it to happen. It was because she had a plan and this was a step in executing it.

NOTES/WARNINGS: Hello, friends! I’m trying this multi-chapter, slow burn thing. This…is going to be interesting. And dark-ish. We’re going to have fun! I hope you enjoy; please let me know what you think! 

Title is taken from the Arcade Fire song of the same title.

Edited to add: HUGE thank you to @southsidestory for her glorious beta services/support. She’s just posted part two to her very steamy fic A Proper Education, and you should go check it out right MEOW.

Next Chapter


What Must Be Done

Kylo Ren isn’t fool enough to believe that her capture was a happy accident. He didn’t believe it was good fortune, and he believed least of all that it had anything to do with the reconnaissance skills of Hux’s half-wit stormtroopers. If they have The Girl Called Rey in custody, it is because she meant for it to happen. It was because she had a plan and this was a step in executing it.

He could feel rather than see the leering smirks on the stormtrooper’s faces when he had ordered she be taken to his personal chambers for questioning, but he cared little for that. Of course they were so base as to think his keeping her in his rooms had anything to do with some physical want. The truth, of course, is that he had no mind to let her out of his sight this time. He’d not more than glanced the other direction before those idiot bucketheads had armed and released her when last he had her.

Not this time.

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