knows how to survive in the forest

anonymous asked:

i have a prompt for you: what if snape hadn't called lily 'mudblood' that day. what if their friendship had stayed strong, unbreakable. would he have grown to be a better person? would lily have loved him, rather than james? would harry just have another godfather? would james and lily have survived?

Okay you have successfully convinced me to write a Snape thing, which is a possibility I have audibly forsworn many times to my loved ones. But I’m a sucker for concepts like “Harry gets another godfather,” so, here we go.

When Severus was seven, he fell in love with the girl down the street. She had long red hair and dirty knees and she offered him half her candy bar one drizzly afternoon, waiting outside the school for her parents to come pick her up.

His parents weren’t coming— dad working late and mum at the pub recounting old Hogwarts glory stories, talking of years when her life was magical– but he didn’t tell Lily that. He was just waiting for the older bully boys who lurked in the empty lot on his way home to get bored and leave.

He ate the candy slowly in neat little bites while she grinned and told him about her big sister’s feud with the science teacher, like her Tuney was some sort of hero in a political espionage drama. She talked with her hands, narrow little things with freckled backs. He watched her wave from the back window of her mother’s car and then he started the long walk home.

When Severus was fifteen, James Potter dangled him upside down in the quad and laughed. Severus landed on elbows and knees. The bruises would stay for a week. The memories would not die with them— James’s cocky grin, the laughter in the spring air, the long whip of Lily’s red hair.

He felt small, bug-like, his knees pressing into the grass. His mother would come home some nights, kick the threadbare carpet, rattle the battered old pans in the cupboard, curse a Ministry that hated purebloods, that sucked up to halfbreeds and Mudbloods, that left the true wizards to rot in filth. He would curl up, make himself small, bug-like, imagine a chitinous shield growing over his shoulders, his spine, the softness of his kidneys. Some days, his father slept through this. Some days he screamed back.

After Severus met Lily, he would curl up under his covers, small, bug-like, and read through the comics she’d lent him with his hands pressed up over his ears. He wanted Professor X to come take him away. He wanted to be someone special, someone saved. He wanted a giant to burst through his door and frighten his mother and offer him a squashed birthday cake and a way out.

When Severus was fifteen, he slammed to his knees on the green Hogwarts quad. Laughter burrowed into his ears, like curses, like the nights his father screamed back, and when Lily stepped toward him he snapped, “I don’t need help from a Mudblood.”

When Severus slouched up to her door that summer, Lily didn’t invite him in. She leaned on the open frame of the door, arms crossed. He had so rarely seen Lily neither smiling or incandescent with rage, but she watched him with snakeskin eyes and a set mouth, still.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t–”

She twitched a strand of hair over her shoulder, the irritation the closest thing to an emotion he could spot on her. He was watching, desperate– this was Lily, she gave things away. She talked with her hands. He never felt lost, with her. “But why,” said Lily. “Why are you sorry? Because I’m upset, or because what you did was wrong?”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You did, and it’s not the point. I don’t care if it’s the part you care about, Sev, it’s not the part that matters. That was an awful thing to say– to say to anyone. You were cruel because you were scared and embarrassed, but Sev I could really care less. You were cruel.”

“I’m sorry,” he said again.

“Sorry’s not enough, Sev. Be fucking better.”

He jerked back and tried to turn it into some kind of laugh. “Language, careful, your mum might hear.”

She shrugged, and stepped back through the open door, and shut it in his face.

He spent the summer reading comic books, haunting the local library, then the local park once it’d closed, and then sneaking home when he was hopeful his parents would be asleep. He tried to think about bravery, but sometimes he just thought about Lily’s hair, the way it went more golden in summer. He tried to think about nobility, ethics and grace, but the clouds chased each other, fat and white, across the sky and he wasn’t sure what any of this had to do with him.

His father took him fishing by a dreary brown creek and they sat in silence. Severus could hear every creak of the rods, every lap of the water, every inhale and movement his father made. He thought maybe if he just said nothing, nothing ever, he’d never say anything again that made Lily’s face go so flat and distant. If he said nothing, maybe nothing would hurt.

His father reached back for a beer can in a swift movement and Severus froze himself unflinching. He sat in that silence afterward, slowing his heartbeat, picking apart the sudden rigid shell of his shoulders. His father hummed, cracking the can open like a gunshot.

He sat alone on the Hogwarts Express that year, stuffed in a compartment with a handful of second years who gave him half the seats while they giggled among themselves about the haircut of someone named Gertrude. Every summer’s end, for five years, he and Lily had boarded the train together, pressed their noses to the window glass, and watched the land rush by.

For the first month of school, Severus practiced pausing before he spoke, for seconds, minutes if he needed them. Sometimes he’d add an answer after the conversation had already moved on, bent over his mashed potatoes, weighing words as carefully as he weighed salamander eyes and mandrake root.

(If you crushed firedrake seeds with the flat of your blade, instead of cutting them, they made a more potent potion. The textbooks told you to stir six times counterclockwise to make Sleeping Draught, but he knew–because he had thought, and tried, and tried again–that if you did five counterclockwise and two clockwise the draught would turn that perfect turquoise and the sleep would be dreamless and sweet and deep. He kept notes in his textbook’s margins, because it helped to remember.)

In the second month, he tried to listen. People were starting to think about life after school, a big yawning chasm they were supposed to fill with themselves. People were starting to fall in love, puppyish and petty. People were starting to believe in the war, whispering, dreaming, fearing.

In the common room, one of the kids said something about Mudbloods and Severus’s head snapped up. He tried to imagine a shell growing into his shoulders, over his spine, covering all the soft parts of him. He wanted his covers, he wanted to shrink, he wanted Lily’s boxfuls of comics, but he rose to his feet and snapped back. Sometimes saying nothing hurt people, too. A small Muggleborn in green and silver ducked away to her dorm, clutching quietly at her sleeves.

For the third month, he tried to watch– not for warning sneers or cocky grins, clenched fists and broad shoulders, all the things he’d been watching for since before he could name them– but for the way shoulders might go rigid, the way fists might clench but hide, wishing for something to shield every soft part of them.

Severus was bony and pimply, sixteen years old and graceless in it, but he could be an interruption. He could mock with the best of them, flicking his brows and twisting his nose, and asking pointed questions. He could talk, smart-mouthed and snide, until the focus turned to him, and then he could survive anything they handed out. He could give as good as he got. The pauses were shorter, these days, before he spoke, but they would always be there, an echo offset from the shout, an avalanche that struck late and terrible.

When kids cried in bathrooms or empty classrooms or the library, he didn’t move to comfort them, though he heard them. He didn’t know how. He wrote his own curses, out in the forest where he could scar the trees in experiment, and they all turned out bloody. He loved few things, even Lily, as much as he loved pouring all of himself into his work, until something new and his own grew out of it. He wasn’t sure he’d ever invented something kind.

He didn’t try to find Lily, but he came back from the Forest once and almost tripped over her, half-napping in Hagrid’s pumpkin patch. He stumbled back into a gargantuan gourd while she pushed hair out of her face and peered up at him.

“I’m sorry,” he said, after a pause that rumbled and roiled in his gut, that he clung to with both hands, breathing into it and letting his shoulders go soft. “I’m sorry I said it. I’m sorry I made you feel small because I was feeling– small.”

Lily sat up a bit, in the little semi circle she’d built herself of books and scrolls and gobstones and snacks. She had built fairy circles like that, when they were children, of the flowers he’d transfigured for her.

“I’m sorry anyone has to feel that way, ever,” he said. “They shouldn’t. I’m angry anyone has to feel that way.”

“Me, too,” she said, and, fishing around in the detritus that surrounded her, handed him half a candy bar. “C'mon, you want some tea? Hagrid said he’d put a kettle on for me if I finished my Arithmancy.”

When Severus was in sixth year, Remus Lupin almost killed him on a moonlit night.

Severus had wanted answers, had wanted to get them in trouble, had wanted something a bit like vengeance, and Sirius had told him about the Whomping Willow. Sirius had grinned when he’d done it, small and bitter, and Severus had wondered if he was fighting with James again, wondering why else he’d sell out his friends.

“I didn’t think–” Sirius tried, the morning after, watching Remus across dry toast and cocoa, big juicy bowls of melon.

“You never do,” Remus snapped. (A bare handful of years later, standing in the smoldering ruins of James and Lily’s house, Remus would think about Sirius’s erratic gaze, the sharp edge of his voice, his last name, and wonder if he should have seen it coming. What here was premeditated? What was mischief? Sirius had once almost painted Remus’s own hands with red blood.)

But for now, Remus was sixteen and angry; he was sixteen and guilty of things that might have happened. He didn’t speak to Sirius for a month.

James refused to speak with Sirius, too, but he only lasted a week. Moony was sulking and Peter was busy studying his little heart out, and James got twitchy without proper and regular socialization.

“I’ll punch him in the nose,” said Lily, when Severus told her. She shifted where she sat cross-legged on the library table, like she might go off and hunt him down that second.

“Black doesn’t deserve the attention,” said Severus.

“Getting his ass kicked by a girl? That type of attention?”

“Getting his ass kicked by Lily Evans,” Severus said. “It’d be an honor and you know it.”

Reports of violence outside Hogwarts got worse. People were disappearing. People were whispering, fearing. The papers were ignoring the important things, and feeding off the fearmongering, or so Lily announced in the library while Severus was trying to study.

Alice and Lily had spent years sharing hissed rants in humid greenhouses. Over an undulating bed of luminescent deadly nightshade, Alice bent her head close to Lily’s and asked, “Have you heard of the Order of the Phoenix?”

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so, my buddy littledivinity and i have been talking beauty & the beast a lot, because ‘tis the season, and we somehow stumbled upon the idea of the story being told about a middle aged belle and the beast instead of youngins, and how that would make the story even more resonant.

and then just now i randomly thought, “what if nicole kidman and ewan mcgregor starred in such a film?”, because my soul needs nicole kidman and ewan mcgregor to fall in love again on a movie screen like it needs few other things in this life. plus, you know, musical, bright colors, awesomeness, hurrah!

and then i thought, ‘but wait, actually, what i really want in this life, even more than brightly colored musicals, is more lowkey and lovely fairytale movies like exquisite and incomparable 1998 masterpiece ever after

and just picture it!

nicole kidman is the longtime spinster school teacher who lives in a quaint vaguely magical 19th century-esque country village, but she’s a badass teacher who exposes her students to different philosophies of thought and probably takes them outside for nature studies and calisthenics. (so, basically, miss stacy from anne of green gables.) the school board hates her, probably, and is very suspicious of what kind of IDEAS she’s filling the local kids’ heads with (why does she keep saying it’s okay for girls not to want to be wives and mothers, or that it’s all right for boys to cry???? is it possible that she is A WITCH???), but her parents were very well regarded in the town when they were still alive and so that bought her some respect for awhile. but there’s a new fancy schmancy family with school aged kids in town, and they’re extremely disapproving of miss nicole, and trying to find a way to oust her as schoolteacher and replace her with a man who is probably very similar in temperament to mr. collins from pride & prejudice. a man who will put patriarchal gender roles back into childhood education!

meanwhile, ewan mcgregor is a grumpy old hermit duke or something who once had great wealth and privilege but has fallen into disrepair. maybe someone cursed (magically? complicated vengeance-ly, a la the count of monte cristo? who knows) his family long ago due to their shady rich people business dealings, and his father killed himself to escape the scandal and his mother died of heartbreak and his fiancee who he thought loved him steadfastly dumped him to marry another, and now ewan’s the last surviving member of his once-great family and he just lives alone this grand old manor house that has gone totally to seed. he isn’t an actual beast, because it seems like in this day and age that’s going to require levels of CGI that my quaint b&tb retelling movie just don’t need, but let’s say that he’s quite unshaven and dirty and generally off-putting and he sometimes ventures out into the forest that separates his estate from the village, but is never seen actually frequenting the village. there are abundant rumors that the forest and manor house are haunted by a beast/ghost/warlock/vampire (how does he SURVIVE if he doesn’t come to the weekly market for food???), and everyone knows you don’t go there. also, people like to gossip a ton about his family and the scandal even though it was decades ago and they all dead. because people suck.

so one night, some of nicole’s rowdy teen pupils maybe steal some wine from one of their parents’ liquor cabinets and venture into the woods and dare each other to go past the gate of his manor house, and he catches them at it and gets HELLA PISSED @ THESE UPPITY HOOLIGANS INVADING HIS PROPERTY. kids today!!!!!!!!! he probably locks them in the stables so he can deliver them a 5 hour lecture on why they suck, and also why all of humanity sucks. which isn’t the worst fate ever, but, like, he kind of looks like a straight up crazy ax murderer (crazy hair! crazy beard! tattered clothes! definitely hasn’t bathed this month!!!), so there’s some serious panic in the hearts of these kids.

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  • california: we're literally on fire, and our volunteers need money to survive so they can fight these fucking forest fires
  • federal government: uhmmmm we "can't" ... pay volunteers anymore lol ... because uh... we just said so lmao
  • volunteer firefighters: ... then we can't afford the time to fight these fires? we have families and bills
  • california: hmmmmm how about instead of employing people who have been fighting forest fires for years and years who know what they're doing ... we force prisoners who have never fought forest fires into doing it.
  • federal government: yeah I'm definitely more okay with paying to force prison inmates to fight these fires than seasoned firefighters who actually know what they're doing.

“Darwin may have been quite correct in his theory that man descended from the apes of the forest, but surely woman rose from the frothy sea, as resplendent as Aphrodite on her scalloped chariot.”
A Moodboard for Mermaids

Day 16: Mythological Creature

Sterek A-Z Challenge: one word prompts

Week 17: Q - Quiet

Stiles is boundless, unrestrained energy that vibrates at a frequency beyond the comprehension of the human mind. Never still, always alive. Derek is the serenity of a glassy river winding through an endless forest that culminates in the deafening roar of a waterfall. Power hidden under a deceptive calm.

Derek and Stiles are two halves of a whole. Yin and yang. Complete opposites in every way, but so similar and unbalanced without the other.

Kira doesn’t know how she didn’t see them before.

After years of gruelling training and struggling to survive in the middle of the desert, Kira had found her center. One that did not involve Beacon Hills or the McCall pack. One that definitely did not include Scott. So Kira had gone home to New York to live with her parents and finish high school.

Running into Derek and Stiles had been an accident, literally. It involved spilled coffee, a ruined paper, and tears, but happy ones.

Stiles had been nearing the end of his third year of college, and Derek had been Derek. He lurked, he brooded, and oddly enough, greeted Kira with an enormous bear hug that she had not been prepared for. Stiles had laughed himself silly and immediately joined in, pouncing on Derek’s back and wrapping his arms around Kira as well.

It had taken Kira four months to see it. Them.

Their relationship was clearly not new, but nothing was different. They acted and reacted as they always had. Stiles, cleverness and sarcasm, antagonized, and Derek, restrained power and control, snapped.

How was she supposed to have known? They never told her. Did they not trust her?

Under the shade of a large tree, Kira tucked her knees up to her chest and hugged them as she watched Derek and Stiles play in the park. Now that she knew, it was obvious. It hadn’t been anything she’d ever given any serious consideration before.

Stiles sprinted across the grassy, sprawling lawn of Central Park with Derek bounding along behind him, nipping at his heels, tongue hanging out. Derek lunged, and at the last minute, Stiles dodged the wolf, all the while, cackling madly.

“They’re so cute,” Kira mumbled to herself, hiding a small smile behind her knees as Stiles and Derek tumbled across the grass in a mess of flailing limbs and dark fur when Derek finally caught the spastic human.

Derek pinned Stiles to the ground and proceeded to lave him with wet, messy tongue kisses. Stiles shrieked, and several onlookers appeared somewhat concerned.

Eventually, red-faced and panting, Stiles flopped down in the shade with Kira, and Derek trotted over, somehow appearing smug, even as a wolf. Stiles dragged Derek down to use as a particularly fluffy pillow.

It wasn’t until later, after Derek had shifted back and changed into a pair of jeans and a tank top, that Kira noticed their hands intertwined and wondered how many times she had ignored the blatant signs before.

Stiles babbled away, his only free hand waving about, and Derek smiled indulgently, listening to every word.

“I’m happy for both of you,” Kira suddenly said, surprising herself with the outburst.

“Huh?” Stiles hand fell back down to his side, and he tilted his head to the side in an action so wolf-like, Kira giggled. Derek squeezed Stiles’ hand, and Stiles glanced down, eyes widening before he grinned back at Kira. “Oh… Thanks!”

Derek nodded, always the quiet presence of calm to Stiles’ chaos.

Kira beamed and threw herself at them, hugging them around the middle. Maybe she did still have a pack.

fear in your eyes | jjk

summary: there’s a werewolf in that forest behind your house, they told you, and he’ll eat you before you can even beg for mercy


pairing: jungkook x reader
word count: 1.5k
genre: angst
a/n: i honestly don’t know WHAT genre this falls into, since it’s so short and ends very abruptly. angst was just a guess, because this is by no means fluff. requested by anon! 

There’s a forest behind the cottage you call home, wooded and misty, and you know it like the back of your hand. Your parents, bless them, never kept the best eye on you when they’d bring you out into the garden, and while they’d get distracted with gardening and grilling and the dog, you’d venture into the great unknown, stepping a little further into the forest each day. By the time you reached the final year of your free, public schooling, you’d mapped it out, end to end, cover to cover, each branch, each flower, each three-leaf clover familiar under the pads of your fingers.

Your neighbors never liked that forest, and they never trusted the fact that you always emerged from it unharmed, untouched. It’s hiding something, they tell you. A monster that lurks in the shadows of the night, waiting for its next victim. A savage beast, with a thirst for human blood. Be careful, they warn. Don’t ever go into that forest at night, for you may never see the light of day.

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you know, i was rewatching the ssw forest scene for the umpteenth time and something really hit me. seeing aaron’s empathy and compassion towards robert in that scene has always made me extra emotional but now it’s struck me just how much i love that aaron, who has been through and survived some of the worst things a human being can go through, would never undermine or dismiss the seriousness of robert’s own experiences and traumas.

in that scene, he’s crying from watching and listening to the man he loves open up about something that happened in his past and about his feelings, because he understands that what robert is telling him about has shaped how robert has perceived and lived his whole life up to now and he gets how huge it is that robert is finally expressing it.
some would think that aaron’s lived through worse and would have limited sympathy or whatnot, but that’s not at all how aaron sees things, not in the slightest. if something affects robert, it’s important. as proven by his reaction to the jack comment at their wedding, months later. 

so basically god bless aaron dingle, i am immensely grateful for him and so happy that robert sugden is as loved as he is by this amazing person. because believe you me, aaron would defend and protect robert from anyone who would dare hurting him, with everything that he has.

Tarsus IV Updated Fic Rec (a hundred in all).

Mostly reboot but there are some original Star Trek fics in here. If there are any mistakes please send me a message. The new stories start at 31 for ABOUT TARSUS IV, 25 for MENTIONS/REFERENCES TO TARSUS IV, 6 for CHRISTOPHER PIKE & JIM KIRK, and 4 for HOSHI SATO & JIM KIRK. There are also two new lists (Tarsus IV at the Academy & Spock on Tarsus.) I also found a fic where Uhura was on Tarsus IV. Hope you enjoy.

Update: Tumblr has a limit on links per post and I surpassed the limit with this post. 


  1. The Kids Are (Not) Alright by notfreyja, Straight_Outta_Hobbiton on archiveofourown. Rated Teen.  Summary: When Jimmy goes to a new colony on Tarsus IV, every thing was supposed to be fine. Good, even. He was supposed to have other kids to play with, become more socialized. Maybe even learn how to live off of a Starship.No one was prepared for the reality.
  2. Falsified History by SadieYuki on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: According to John Harrison’s bio, he was one of the colonists on Tarsus IV and became one of the Tarsus Nine. Jim knows this isn’t true.
  3. Starfleet academy finds out Jim Kirk was on Tarsus IV by CharactersSecretsExposed  on Rated K+.  Summary: Kirk and the other cadets go into the forest as an assignment to reproduce the events of Tarsus IV and test their survival ability. Afterwards, Kirk’s class continue studying Tarsus IV and a survivor is invited to talk to the students. Kirk’s past is revealed and he returns to the academy after a brief hiatus. New evidence arises that suggests Kodos is still alive and Earthside.
  4. Recognition by  JadeMac2442 on Rated Teen. Summary: Post Tarsus IV, Riley get assigned to the Enterprise. He hasn’t forgotten the color of those eyes. A Conscience of the King Prequel.
  5. Arena by whatshouldntbe on livejournal. Rated R. Summary: During the last six months of her first year into her captaincy, Jim Kirk is forced to revist her dark past when a rumor surfaces around the ship concerning the suspected whereabouts of Governor Kodos. (This is part three of the What Shouldn’t Be series. The previous two parts mentioned Tarsus IV but this part is about Tarsus IV.)
  6. The Line Between Giving Up and Giving In by rayrae118 on Rated Teen. It was an old nightmare, suppressed for years; because what good did it do to dwell on the past? It wouldn’t change anything. Until one day, it wasn’t the past anymore. The nightmare had come back to life, the monster had come out of the closet, and he’ll need his friends, now, more than ever before. Tarsus warnings apply.
  7. A face from long ago by silver-thyla on tumblr. General.
  8. Five Vulcans Jim Met, One He Kept by surrenderdammit on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. (Link takes you to chapter two where Jim is on Tarsus with T'Pring.)
  9. Haven by JadeMac2442 on Rated Teen. Summary: AU. Christopher Pike is on the crew of the ship that relieves Tarsus IV. He finds a young orphan Jim Kirk in a cell, and decides to adopt him. Very dark at first. READ the WARNINGS.
  10. The World May Never Know by SadieYuki on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: How many lies does it take to get to the center of a Jim Kirk? Or, five times Jim Kirk hid the truth from Leonard McCoy, and one time he finally opened up.
  11. one acquainted with the night by contrarian on archiveofourown. Rated General Audiences. Summary: Shutting the door carefully, she listened to the dull sounds of dry heaving from the small en suite. A toilet flush. Silence.Gaila wasn’t about to intrude on his privacy. She hated to be vulnerable herself, and she always got the sense that she and Kirk were kindred spirits, in their own way. It would feel worse to leave him to sickness or misery, though, so she padded over to the closed bathroom door.“It’s just me, Gaila. Are you okay?“
  12. You Don’t Have To (Say Yes) by luminousbeings on archiveofourown. Rated Mature. Summary: The abridged sexual history of James Tiberius Kirk.Or, Jim’s varyingly unhealthy idea of what sex is supposed to be (a it-gets-worse-before-it-gets-better story) (Warning: This fic is beautiful dark.)
  13. Words of Revolution by infiniteworld8 on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: Kirk’s worst memory. A class assignment of ethics and morality dredges up memories from years ago, that he’s done his best to forget. The horror of Tarsus IV threatens to overwhelm him as he struggles to keep his past a secret from his friends. (Part one of a series.  The series is Words of Revolution , Alternate Ending (The Janus Directive) and deleted scenes.)
  14. The Janus Directive by infiniteworld8 on archiveofourown. Rated Mature. Summary: Kirk finally let’s people know he’s one of the Tarsus Nine. But is having the truth known really a good thing? Pandora’s box has been opened and there’s no closing it and what will come to light will rock the Federation and Starfleet at their core. (I have yet to read this part of the series though I’ve read part one & three. This is part two of the series Words of Revolution , Alternate Ending (The Janus Directive) and deleted scenes.)
  15. Memory by zhen123 on Rated M. Summary: The members of the Enterprise are forced to endure their worst nightmares. The Bridge crew comes together to discuss their experiences, and Jim tries to play it off with humor. However, he was affected worse than he lets on. slash.
  16. Quirks by  SpiritBearr on Rated Teen. Summary: Tarsus was many years ago. Sometimes that doesn’t matter. Bones wonders why he didn’t see it before. Jim just wants to be left alone.
  17. Imaginary Numbers by Isa_Iadel on archiveofourown. Rated Mature. Summary: There were those who understood men like Governor Kodos well enough to know what was coming and they made plans. But how long can they survive when the Federation doesn’t believe the rumors of famine and genocide?
  18. UNDER ORDERS by Ann Harrington but was submitted by califmole on livejournal. Rated Gen. Summary: Knowing is only half the battle. (Pike finds out about Kirk being on Tarsus IV. Definitely worth reading.)
  19. Fractured Lives: A Place Called Tarsus IV by Rakuyou_Tenshi (Citrus_Luver) on archiveofourown. Rated Mature. Summary: Even at a young age, Jim had known he was different, but sometimes different is okay. Sometimes different is better. Sometimes different saves you.These are Jim’s early years. The years Jim wishes he could forget, but can’t because he lived and they didn’t. The years that lead to the best thing in his life… even if it’s fleeting.These are the before, during and after Tarsus years.
  20. Green by WingedQuill on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: Jim isn’t the only person on the Enterprise with an altered childhood.
    Spock struggles with three things: emotions, humanity, and food.
    S'chn T'gai just tries to survive. (Spock is on Tarsus.)
  21. Cor Aut Mors by mischief_afoot on livejournal. Rated R. Summary: There is nothing left; all the avenues they’ve tried to restore the land to fertility have failed. (Another Spock on Tarsus fic that features Jim who is Betazoid. Warning: Dark but worth reading because of the ending.)
  22. Tarsus IV by princess Naphatarie on Rated K. Summary: A KirkSpock or Kirk & Spock fic right after Conscience of the King.
  23. Brutality by BonesOfBirdWings  on Rated Teen. Summary: Khan isn’t the only brutal one. After all, Kirk didn’t see Khan on the dying fields of Tarsus IV, did he? (Warnings: Some violence, and a little squicky. The Horror genre is there for a reason.)
  24. A Moment on Tarsus IV by To.The.Hilt on Rated K+. Summary: The anniversary of the Tarsus Massacre rolls around. Kirk tries to forget what day it is, Spock and McCoy refuse to. Discoveries are made about the event that shaped Jim Kirk. Kplus for subject matter. Nothing too bad. NON SLASH
  25. Still in the Game by Moonfairyhime on Rated Teen. Summary: I had hoped that, out of all the horrors you have experienced in your life, you would have been spared from Tarsus IV. It pains me deeply, Jim, that you were on Tarsus even in this timeline.
  26. Faded Pain by Blacktipped Angelwings on Rated M. Summary: History class really sucks when you’ve been part of it, and wish you hadn’t. How does Jim Kirk handle an assignment on Tarsus IV when all he ever wanted was to forget? Tarsus warnings. Also, remember trekkies, this is not the same Tarsus IV as the original series. This Kodos is not a man who thought he was doing what was best.
  27. Ni'Var by WerewolvesAreReal on archiveofourown. Rated
    General Audiences. Summary: Humans have daemons. Vulcans have katras. Spock, born of both, has neither. Which he’s fine with. Really. Meanwhile, James Kirk is a little curious about this whole daemon business, because how the hell can he have two souls - ?
  28. The Stars Shine On by FyreFlyte on Rated Teen. Summary: For Jim Kirk, the scars of Tarsus IV won’t ever fully fade. But sometimes a fellow survivor and a few close friends can do more than the psychological counselors ever could. A loosely connected series of oneshots. Part Three: Told from Riley’s POV. A mission gone wrong, a feverish Jim, and an observant Vulcan.
  29. History by AutumnDawn21 on Rated Teen. Summary: He wasn’t supposed to read those books, the ones with the pictures of prisoners from a war long ago. It wasn’t supposed to happen to him, either. Tarsus-fic
  30. The Once & Future Captain by Turtle_Goose on archiveofourown. Rated Mature. Summary: The crew of the Enterprise is tasked with a classified mission to find a translation device that was developed by Hoshi Sato before her death. The mission takes the Enterprise to the mysterious Tarsus IV, a dead planet that once supported a thriving colony. Concerned about Captain Kirk and Lieutenant Riley’s alarming behavior, the crew delves into Kirk’s old life on Tarsus IV, uncovering the hidden horrors in the planet’s past and finally understanding their Captain in a way they’d never though possible.
  31. Rebirth by whiteraven1606 on archiveofourown. Rated Mature. Summary: For a prompt at a LiveJournal community st_xi_kink_meme. Promt was: "Somehow, Reaper (who wasn’t McCoy at the time) helps ends Tarsus IV and he meets a young Jim Kirk. He feels the need to protect the kid and he personally takes a sickly Kirk back to Earth, where he leaves him with Pike. Years later, Kirk and McCoy meet on that shuttle, because Pike called Reaper!McCoy and told him Kirk was joining Star Fleet and could use a friend. From the start, Kirk thinks there’s something familiar about McCoy, but it’s not until post events of the movie that the truth comes out. Happy ending for the boys."I AU’d Tarsus IV to suit me and the medical stuff is completely wrong, but served my purposes. Deal with it.Work Text:
  32. A drabble that has no name by sadieyuki on tumblr. Rated General. Summary: fbexplorer asked: tarsus prompt: Chekov and/or Sulu find out, against Jim’s wishes, how does he react?
  33. Immutable Things by dogpoet on archiveofourown. Rated Mature. Summary: Spock once told you that the universe is made up of parallel worlds, that every choice you make creates two branches on the crooked line of your life.
  34. Predetermined by BonesOfBirdWings on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: James T. Kirk always goes to Tarsus IV - because George Kirk can die, Vulcan can be destroyed, and Jim can be resurrected, but Tarsus IV is immutable.OR - An exploration of the fanon fact that Jim always experiences the massacre on Tarsus IV, no matter the universe. (Worth reading.)
  35. Copernican Theory by sinestrated on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: "Please don’t hurt me,” he whispers. (I loved Winona in this.)
  36. rhadamanthus by spqr on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: Spock murmurs, “I cannot imagine a universe in which it is not my life’s duty to protect you. You are — “ he has to search for the right words, in Jim’s language. “You are — most dear to me, of all things.”
  37. Rescue by shoreleave on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: Missing scene from Any Road Will Take You There. Lt. Christopher Pike arrives at Tarsus IV and finds a belligerent, uncommunicative boy who doesn’t want to be rescued.
  38. Mr. Sensitive by waldorph on archiveofourown. Rated Explicit. Summary: Tarsus IV was a catastrophe of eugenics and desperation, and Jim Kirk was there. (”written for the st_xi_kink meme: anon’s prompt was “I want to see a situation where Kirk is some how left Emotionless and basically acts like a robot, and its up to Spock to try and reawaken the emotions inside of Jim.” And scarlet_pencil’s addition of “Maybe they see something that shocks Kirk into remembering traumatic events from Tarsus IV, which cause him to revert to being emotionless because he can’t really deal with that?”)
  39. Blue Fields by WerewolvesAreReal on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: In his thirteenth year James Kirk ends up on Tarsus IV with his aunt and uncle. During the famine he takes refuge with a six year-old named Kevin Riley and a young half-Vulcan.
  40. The Devil’s Defense by wild-springflower on Rated K+. Summary: He’d thought he would be in the clear. He’d thought they could finally be done with the hellish topic and move on, but really, when had life ever been so kind? So now Jim was sitting, hands poised over his PAD, wondering just what exactly one could type into a search engine to find compelling arguments defending Governor Kodos’ actions on Tarsus IV. (Academy Era)+
  41. Ingenious Idiot by Kanae Yuna on Rated T. Summary: “The truth is plain and simple: James T. Kirk is a genius, even under the most unfavorable conditions…” A series of one-shots where Jim shows his ingenuity while he’s bleeding, poisoned, or just hurt in some general way.
  42. Mother of The Nine by SilasSolarius on archiveofourown. Rated Explicit. Summary: There are rumors amongst the Federation about the mother of the nine Tarsus survivors… however when the warp core malfunctions in orbit of the planet instead of in orbit of Qo'nos the Enterprise and her crew find themselves seeing a new side of their captain…and a certain augment finds true love. KHIRK.. TARSUS WARNINGS
  43. caught in the hands of fate by Caliente on Rated K+. Summary: “The death count on Tarsus IV is estimated at over four thousand, although many of the deceased are still being identified.” The tragedy of Tarsus IV as witnessed by Winona and Jim Kirk in a farmhouse in Iowa. (An untold tale from James T. Kirk’s childhood.) –– set during the 2009!film
  44. Let Me Help by RayShippouUchiha  on Rated Teen. Summary: Or the five times someone said, “I love you” and the one that meant so much more. Warnings: Implied abuse, rape, Tarsus, and Kirk/Spock
  45. Kirk and Kevin return to Tarsus IV (requested) by CharactersSecretsExposed on Rated K+. Summary: The Enterprise is forced to make port at Tarsus IV after their ship is damaged in a meteorite storm. They encounter old places and old faces. Kevin is welcomed with opened arms but Jim is shunned for his Captaincy. What happens when his past is finally revealed? [Requested by Milkywaysupernova]
  46. Tarsus IV Rescue and JT’s Return to Earth by CharactersSecretsExposed on Rated K+. Summary: Starfleet arrives on Tarsus IV to start the rescue and evacuation of it’s inhabitants. Christopher Pike joins a search party to look for a group of children and is the only one who can inadvertently win over the trust of their teenage leader. Starfleet returns to earth where J.T meets the members of his future Starship crew. Christopher Pike succumbs to his parental side.
  47. Tectonic Shift by wonderfulwrites on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: Kirk and Uhura finally hash out their differences. Too bad it takes a natural disaster to get them to do it. (Uhura on Tarsus!)
  48. Intrusion by aewriteon on Rated T. Summary: After responding to a routine distress call, Bones, Uhura, and Spock find themselves separated from the Captain. After being questioned by their captors, however, they begin to suspect that all is not as it seems. (Worth reading.)
  49. And The Band Keeps Playing On by Yum on Rated K+. Summary: Jim asked five questions about Tarsus. He received five answers.
  50. Another Little White Lie by rayrae118 on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: The odds were always stacked against him. From his father’s death, to Tarsus, it seemed like he really couldn’t win. But he wouldn’t be James T. Kirk if he didn’t deliver a great big ‘screw you’ to the universe, and rise above to become the Captain we all know and love.(A must read.)
  51. Unraveling by AnnaKnitsSpock on archiveofourown. Rated Explicit. Summary: When the Enterprise receives a December assignment to accompany a Federation investigation on Tarsus IV, Jim is forced to confront not only the trauma he experienced there, but also his conflicted feelings about Christmas, his childhood, and his first officer.
  52. Kirk and the Kobayashi Maru by Jess_S on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: Why Cadet James T. Kirk found the Kobayashi Maru so distasteful that he couldn’t mount an eloquent defense. (Must read.)
  53. When Hope Is Gone by CatchingCraziness on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: The survivors of Tarsus IV couldn’t bear to be separated from the new family they’d created, so once they were rescued from the death filled planet, they ran away.Or How James T. Kirk, at age fifteen, became a father to eight children.
  54. Pyrrhic Victories by collapsethelightintoearth on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: It’s funny, Jim thinks, how everyone assumes his rejection of no-win scenarios was fostered by the sacrifice his father made.
  55. From So Far Away You Journey by alma_gloriosa on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: While attending the funeral of his cousins, ill-fated colonists of Tarsus IV, Leonard McCoy witnesses what he believes to be the abuse of Jim Kirk, the boy who saved their daughter, Lila. When Leonard reports what he saw and discovers that Jim has nowhere else to go, he sets into motion a series of events that will change both his and Jim’s lives forever. (Bones adopts Jim after Tarsus!)
  56. Odds and Ends by lizzledpink on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: Nobody escapes a tragedy unscathed. Not even Spock.
  57. she’s the one that they call old whatsername by kaydeefalls on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: "You gotta plant your flag in the dirt and declare victory on your own terms. The winner is whoever survives long enough to write the history books.“ (Always-a-girl!Kirk.) (Worth reading.)
  58. Atlas by Angel Baby1 on Rated M. Summary: Between what was and what will be stands James Tiberius Kirk, in all his fractured patchwork glory. Because saving the Federation was only the beginning. Eventual K/S (Worth Reading.)
  59. Interspecies Ethics - Tarsus IV by MermAight on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary:  Big, black holographic letters before a plain white wall. A name seared into his memory like a fresh burn scar that itched, stung and roared when touched, followed by the most bullshitty question he had ever heard, in neat, 20 % transparent letters:TARSUS IV - Were Kodos’ actions defendable?
  60. Similarities by HappytheExceed on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: AU: Set before the five-year mission in STID. Bones was going through emotional roller coaster. His daughter, Joanna was put through an ordeal similar to the infamous Tarsus IV. Bones had to help young Joanna to come to terms with what she had went through while working on a mission to only realise that his best friend was involved had been through worse than he had imagined.
  61. The Conscience of the Boy by Rakuyou_Tenshi (Citrus_Luver) on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: At the academy, Jim "celebrates” the evacuation of Tarsus every year by holing up in the library searching for signs of Kodos in anything. Then, he goes out looking for someone to fuck. He never twigs why it’s Bones he’s always bringing home with him.
  62. Notes on Tarsus IV by kirk_to_enterpise_15 on archiveofourown. Rated Not Rated. Summary: Spock finds out about Jim’s time on Tarsus…in the classroom.

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The Past, The Present... The Future. -Part 9

Summary: In SHIELD you are known for your charisma and your irrational optimism. Specially taking in count the irreversible curse HYDRA condemned you with. Because of that, Director Fury has determinate that you are the best person to take care of Bucky’s mental state.

Chapter 9: Amonaliac

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Y/N: Your name

Warnings: (one?) curse word, heavy fighting (knifes, guns…)

A/N: The next chapter is finally here! I’m so sorry guys, I know it has taken forever. Hope you enjoy!

Previously: Part 1, Part 8

Originally posted by thebuckybrigade


I back away from The Soldier, and Tony, and everyone. I knew this would happen, what did I expect? I should have been ready.

Through the door enter Nat, Clint, Steve and Bruce, presumably alerted by FRIDAY. Nat and Clint catch up with a simple gaze around the room, and with a few words form Tony, the other two also know what happened.

Bruce approaches me carefully and gently “Y/N. Can you hear me? You’ve been out for nearly ten minutes.” he takes a step closer “Please, confirm that you can hear me, Y/N, and we’ll take appropriate measures for what just happened.”

The room remains silent for a few seconds. I hear Bruce, but from really far away. Is he really talking to me? After a few more seconds of silence, Bucky storms out of the room like a hurricane. That helps me snap out of the trance. I look around for a second and then push everyone aside and run outside. The moon is already out, but I feel like cold air is the only thing I can stand right now.

Y/N’s POV:

Numbness. The feeling spreads through my body, making me feel like I’m floating in an silent, empty space. I can’t tell if it’s because of the cold or because of the flashback, but I practically stumble through the forest. I can’t seem to find enough energy in me to walk properly as the world swings in a blurred up reality.

That is, until I reach one of the deepest layers of the forest. Then suddenly a scream leaves my lips. It’s a rasp sound, like a hurting animal. I don’t know why I just did that, and I decide I don’t care. But then… then I start to feel fire slowly consuming my limbs, spreading through my body, eating away the numbness. A few seconds ago, I didn’t care. Now, I care too much.

The anger, the fire, spreads through my whole body, making me shake. I bite my lip so I don’t scream again, even though frustration is building up in my throat. My skin is burning despite the cold, and I start to run.

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Y/N has created a chatroom.

Y/N has invited T’Challa, Steve, Nat.

Y/N: Help!

Y/N: I’m lost!

Steve: Where are you?!


T’Challa: Can you describe your surroundings?

Y/N: Trees. Trees. TREES. I’m in a forest!

Nat: Oh this is bad.




Steve: Calm down!


T’Challa: Take a deep breath in. Out. Focus on your surroundings. I need you to stay alert. You will be fine. We will track your phone and come get you but until then, I need you to just stay where you are.

Y/N: Okay. Thank you, T’Challa. It’s getting dark though! Please hurry!

Steve: I’m glad you came to us for help.

Y/N: Well Bruce is on vacation… Sam and Bucky would probably get lost trying to find me, Thor would get way too upset and freak out and Tony well, he’d never let me hear the end of this. Plus, you three are the most responsible.

Nat: Care to explain how you ended up lost in the middle of nowhere?

Y/N: Clint suggested we go camping. Take a break. Relax. Enjoy nature. Do some stargazing. BUT NOW I’M GOING TO DIE! I, AN AVENGER, DEFEATED BY NATURE!

Nat: This is Clint’s fault?!

Y/N: I mean, partially… Don’t get mad at him, Nat!

Nat: He should have been watching over you!

T’Challa: Where is Clint now? How did you get lost?

Y/N: The twins went to get some wood for the fire while Peter and I set up the tents. Clint climbed up a tree to view the sunset, I think. He didn’t explain. I saw this really cute rabbit and I wanted to take a picture of it to show Thor when we got back. But I wandered too far from camp! Everything looks the same out here! I tried going back but it turns out I just went further away.

T’Challa: Are you sure he wasn’t building a nest in the tree?

Steve: He took the twins and Peter too?!

Y/N: For family bonding!


Steve: He should have told us about this trip! This is very irresponsible of him. He should have asked me or Tasha to come with!

Y/N: Video of Clint talking: “Uncle Steve and Aunt Nat will not be joining - CAN IT PETER, WE ARE A FAMILY!  I, uncle Clint - PETER I KNOW WE’RE NOT RELATED! No Pietro, this does not mean Vision is now Wanda’s cousin or brother. No, Pietro, this doesn’t make us Lannister’s now. Can I continue?! It’s time for some good ole family bonding with you youngsters. Stop calling me an old man, Pietro! We haven’t spent any time together. No, Y/N, I’m not going crazy. Oh, yes, Nat and Steve are not here because they’d just go on and on about safety and what not and just be really boring. PIETRO STOP EATING ALL THE MARSHMALLOWS!”

Y/N: That’s why.

T’Challa: Why did you record that?

Y/N: I sent it to Tony and he remixed it into a song. It’s very catchy. I’ll send it to you.




Nat: I’M THE COOL AUNT HERE, OKAY. YOU’RE THE RESPONSIBLE UNCLE. SAM IS THE FUN UNCLE.TONY IS THE DRUNK AUNT! BRUCE IS THE SWEET GRANDMA AND BUCKY IS… The estranged relative that nobody knew about that suddenly showed up one day.  Wait, I’m getting too into this. I sound like Clint!

Steve: I’m the fun uncle…

Y/N: Have any of you watched the blair witch project…?

T’Challa: I watched it with Shuri.

Y/N: I FEEL LIKE I’M IN THAT MOVIE PLEASE HURRY! If I survive this, we should watch some more horror movies.

T’Challa: I am sure Shuri would like that.

Steve: May I join too?

Nat: Now is not the time to be making plans! But count me in.

Clint has joined the chat.

Clint: Y/N, where are you?!

Clint: We’ve been looking all over for you!

T’Challa: Have you finally come down from your nest?


Clint: … Clint? Who’s Clint? I’m not Clint. Uh. My name is Clintina. How did I get here? Wrong chat.

Y/N: I hear footsteps!


Clint: See, I knew Steve doesn’t like fun!

Clint: Pietro is hardly innocent!

Y/N: I think I’m being followed…

T’Challa: He’s fine with it, just not with you being in charge.

Steve: EXACTLY! NOW Y/N IS LOST! My precious Y/N!

Y/N: I can’t see who, or what, it is but someone’s out here with me.



Y/N: I’m not alone!

Nat: When we get there, Clint, you better hide in your tree!

Y/N: I can just see a figure among the trees.

Clint: Oh come on, Tasha! At least I didn’t bring Tony with!

Y/N: Guys I’m really scared, it’s watching me.

Steve: It would have been better with Tony!

Clint: You take that back!

Y/N: Wait it’s getting closer.

T’Challa: Now is hardly the time for fighting!

Nat: Clint are you even with the twins and Peter?!

Y/N: It’s really, really, really dark! I can’t see, the light from my phone isn’t helping!

Clint: No, we split up to find Y/N!

Y/N: Whatever that thing is, it’s chasing me now! I can’t make out what it is, it’s moving too fast!



Y/N has been disconnected.

Steve: Y/N? OH NO NOT MY Y/N!

Nat: By fighting we didn’t notice Y/N was in danger! MY LITTLE ANGEL IS FACING THE UNKNOWN AND IT’S YOUR FAULT, CLINT!

Clint: OH MY GOD Y/N! MY ACTIONS HAVE KILLED HER! Thor is going to strike me with lightning! And Bucky will throw me off a building!

T’Challa: When I get there, I am kicking you in the face.

Clint: You’ve done it before, I’m ready. I deserve it.


Steve: We trained her ourselves… She can’t be dead… No…


Peter has joined the chat.

Peter: I heard screaming! I think it was Y/N!

T’Challa: You’re nearby her then!

Steve: I want to tell you to go after her but I’m scared something will happen to you too! WHAT DO I DO?! I’M THE CAPTAIN. WHAT ORDERS DO I GIVE YOU?!

Peter: I’m already making my way towards her.

Nat: Peter be careful! We don’t know what has her!

Peter: I think I see her!

Peter: Wait… It’s not her…

Peter has been disconnected.

Clint: What will I tell Tony?!

Nat: I just got him a gift! He was doing so well with training…

Steve: They have to be alive.


Steve has left the chat.

Wanda has joined the chat.

Wanda: I’ve lost Pietro! And I heard more screaming, it was high pitched so I think it could have been Y/N.

Clint: That was me. I am distraught.

Nat: Wanda, go back to camp and wait there!

Wanda: Wait, I found Y/N’s phone! And Peter’s! They must be nearby.

T’Challa: Don’t go any further!

Wanda: I can find them, I know it!

Wanda: I see someone; it must be one of them!

Wanda has been disconnected.

Nat: Oh god no…

Clint: There’s water on my face, I don’t know where it’s coming from. It’s not raining.

Clint: Wait, it’s my tears. Never mind.

Nat: How will we stop whatever it is?!

Clint: This is all my fault.

Clint: I’m going to make this right.


T’Challa: Clint, you fool! It’s a suicide mission!

Clint has left the chat.

T’Challa has added Thor, Tony, Sam, Bucky, Vision.

T’Challa: Thor, Vision, we need you to fly ahead and find them.


Vision: I will save you, Wanda!

Thor: And the others.

Vision: Yes, them too, of course…

Thor: And then when they are rescued, I shall strike Clint with lightning. He’ll survive… I think.

Thor has left the chat.

Vision has left the chat.

Tony: This is a joke, right?

Tony: Some heartless prank?

Sam: I think Bucky is crying…


Sam: You’re heartless! I’m crying. Who is going to train with me now? Who will watch silly movies with me? Who will send me memes?  Y/N is gone! Peter is gone! Wanda is gone!


Tony: No! We don’t know that! They must be alive…  What will I tell Peter’s aunt?!

Nat: We should have brought Bruce with us…

Pietro has joined the chat.


Nat: Run, Pietro! We don’t call you sonic for nothing!

Pietro: Tell Thor it’s me! He’s going to kill me if he doesn’t stop this!

Tony: Wait, why is Thor attacking you?!

Pietro:  When Y/N went missing, I found her in less than a minute. It wasn’t hard with my speed. After that I decided to scare her. I pretended to be something else and when I caught her, I just sped her off to the nearest town. She is fine but very angry with me. I did the same to Peter and Wanda. They are all safe and warm in a diner, I ordered them their favorite meals. I thought it would be funny to scare them. Peter screamed like a little girl. They were all so terrified! I came back for Clint but Thor appeared!

Tony: Changing course. I hope the diner has parking space for the quinjet.

Pietro: No, please! Stop Thor!

T’Challa: You deserve this.

Bucky: Why can’t you speed off?

Pietro: Vision has managed to catch me! Thor is so angry.

Sam: You made me mourn them. I will not mourn you.

Sam has left the chat.

Bucky: They must have been terrified. I just want to hug them now.

Bucky has left the chat.

Nat: I am disappointed in you, Pietro.

Nat has left the chat.

T’Challa has left the chat.

Tony has left the chat.

Pietro: It was just a prank…

Pietro has left the chat.

Clint has joined the chat.




Clint: Oh, the lightning is for Pietro. HAHA THAT PUNK DESERVES IT!




Clint has left the chat.

Foxy ( p.3 ) // Sirius Black // requested

Request : could you do a young!sirius where the reader is american and transfering to hogwarts and he sees her in the train and basically becomes infatuated with her?? maybe you can do a part 2 where they reunite after Azkaban or something too?? + can you do a jealous sirius ?!?

Two requests that turned into something more. 

<< Part Two

Pairing : Young!Sirius Black x Fem. American Reader

Word Count : 5119

Requests are closed. xx 

Originally posted by soldier-ofwinter

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

Originally posted by lamirada-del-amor

Sirius sat on his bed with the map laid out in front of him. Scratching his head with the tip of his wand, eyes dancing on Foxy’s footprints. She was in her room pacing and Sirius couldn’t think of why. Is she okay? Is she stressed?

“Oi, mate. We’re all going down to Hogsmeade. Wanna join us?” James walked in, causing Sirius to quickly close the map.

James sent him a suspicious look, “what’re you doing?”

Padfoot shook his head, tossing his wand next to the map, “nothing. But I’m good. Just gonna hang out here. I have some work I need to finish.” 

“You’re not stalking Foxy on the map again, are you?” James accused, grabbing his scarf. 

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mysteryseeker  asked:

hey so i have we have a pretty bad clown investation in the forest behind our neighborhood and some of the clowns occasionally walk into my yard, is it okay for me to feed him? i know he's just looking for food and i worry he's not going to survive the winter. clown control said they were working on safely moving the colony somewhere else, but i worry he wont make it until then, what would you suggest i should do?

I hate to say it, but in situations like these the responsible thing to do is to let nature take it’s course, no matter how sad yet intrinsically hilarious.

Rejected - Part 1

Everyone in the Wayne family are vampires. That is why they mainly patrol at night, they don’t have to hide the fact that they aren’t human when they put on their masks. During the day a normal person wouldn’t be able to tell that they aren’t human. Vampires don’t burn in the sun, they don’t turn to ash, they just don’t like how bright it is, and it hurts their eyes. However you are not a normal person, so the first time you meet Bruce Wayne and Timothy Drake you know what they are, and they know what you are.

You are a werewolf. One without a pack, trying to survive in Gotham City. They can smell the wild in you, smell the way the forest runs through your blood. The vampires smell like darkness and blood. Even though Bruce knows what you are, he still hires you as his assistant.

The first time you meet Batman and Robin you are a wolf, that’s how you recognize their scent. The next day you confront Bruce on this and he invites you back to Wayne Manor in order to discuss everything.

“I’ll come, as long as you promise that your youngest son doesn’t eat me” you joke.

Bruce laughed and agreed. Later that night when you arrived at Wayne Manor you could smell three vampires that you had yet to meet. An older man answered the door when you knocked, he introduced himself as Alfred, one of the mystery vampires.

“Now if you would follow me Ms. Y/L/N, I will take you to the sitting room while I finish dinner”

“Please just Y/N is fine”

“As you wish Ms. Y/N”

Inside the sitting room Tim and Damian were arguing over what show to watch, Bruce was reading a books, one stranger was sitting in between the two squabbling teens, and another was standing by the window looking out at the dark garden.

Bruce stood as you entered, “Y/N I’m glad you could join us, you have already met Alfred, Tim, and Damian, the one sitting in between them is my oldest son Dick, and the one by the window is my second oldest Jason”

You went and shook Dick’s hand, but when you approached Jason he growled at you, “I’m not touching a filthy mutt” he snarled.

You flinch back at his words, “Jason!” Dick yelled, “She is a guest”

“I’m sorry” You murmur, quickly backing away from the second oldest.

“No, I’m sorry about him, I would have thought that I taught him manners” Bruce growled, glaring at Jason.

At this time Alfred walked back into the room, “Dinner is ready to be served Master Wayne, if you and your guest would come to the dining room I will serve everyone dinner.”

Dinner was uneventful, the only thing that made it uncomfortable was Jason’s constant glare. Much to everyone’s surprise Damian was the one who talked to you the most. He was the most curious about your wolf, about your heritage, about why you didn’t have a pack.

“My family was killed by some rabid vampires, my sister and I were the only ones to escape, but she wanted to go back, she wanted revenge” you sigh sadly “I couldn’t convince her otherwise, so we hunted them down, killing all but one, when we found the last one my sister didn’t make it through the fight, so I’m the last one left.”

“I’m very sorry for your loss” Damian murmured, placing one of his hands on top of yours.

“They are old wounds, little prince, they only ache now”

“Wolves, not good for anything, can’t even protect their own” Jason snarled, stabbing at his food.

Damian glared, “It wasn’t her fault Todd, and she did what she could.” He turned and looked at you again, “After dinner, may I see your wolf? When we met in the alley it was too dark to see what you looked like, if you don’t mind of course” Damian looked at you with hopeful eyes.

“Alright, we can go out in the garden when we are done”

Damian, and even Dick and Tim, were quick to finish their meals. When everyone was done you went out into the garden, surprisingly even Jason came out to watch. The change was quick, with almost no pain. Damian gasped, and for the first time you could see a childlike joy in his eyes, you could tell that most of the time he acted much older than his age.

“Can I touch you? Please?” Damian begged.

You huffed quietly and stepped forward, nudging his chest with your nose. Your shoulders came up to about eye level with the youngest Wayne, and your body was almost as long as he was tall.

Damian buried his fingers in the fur of your neck, and you saw out of the corner of your eye that Dick and Tim were creeping closer. As a wolf you have the ability to speak with others with your mind, in your human form this can only happen with you mate, but as a wolf it is with anyone that you try to. So you extend your mind to the other Wayne’s.

You can touch me, I promise I won’t bite

“Wow!” Dick exclaimed, “That is so cool! I didn’t know you could do that”

Suddenly three new pairs of hands were petting you, you glance over and see that Bruce had joined his sons in their exploration. Jason just continued to glare.

You reach out with your mind toward him, “Jason?

You whine when your minds touch and you can hear Jason gasp. Your minds latch onto each other, you can’t pull apart. Jason’s eyes locked onto yours and with a snarl he storms to his motorcycle and drives away. You can feel your heart breaking as Jason gets further and further away. You lay down on the ground and whine, ignoring the questions being asked by the other Wayne’s. You were heartbroken. Your mate had just rejected you.

How each group member would react to you going missing and finding you covered in wounds:


Originally posted by omgkcjade

After you wouldn’t return from a run he originally wanted to accompany you to, he would be furious about himself for not insisting on coming with you and would go outside, knowing that he wouldn’t return before finding you.
Seeing you then, leaning injured against a tree, he’d storm over to you not thinking about anything as he would hug you seeing tears in your eyes before carrying you in his arms back to the car.
He’d then keep an eye on you the whole time while driving back and wouldn’t leave your side when you get your wounds treated back in Alexandria and until he knows that you’re alright again.

He would worry that much about you, that he would even go that far to suggest to go alone outside to search for you but in the end would know that the chances are higher to find you when he has someone with him.
He’d finally go outside with Abraham and wouldn’t stop walking trough the forest, doesn’t matter how much fear he has, before he finds you.
Finding you then covered in wounds sitting on the ground would directly shock him and would let him crouch down next to you, and just take you in his arms while telling you that he’s sorry and will get you safe and sound back home as he would feel some tears falling over his cheek

He would do everything to find you and wouldn’t even think about quitting when he wouldn’t be able to find you at first.
As he would then see you walking stumbling over the road into his direction while having problems keeping your legs moving he would directly run over to you, on the one hand glad that he finally has you back, on the other hand extremely worried about seeing you that way.
He would prop you, to get you back to the car as fast as he can and would let you down in its back while holding you and stroking over your hair while calming you down and listening to you before driving back.

She wouldn’t give up trying to find you after you went missing and would ignore every doubt she’d hear about you still being alive or not telling the one that you’re not dead until she sees it with her own eyes.
She’d ask Rosita to help her searching for you, knowing that four eyes see more than two, but would know that doesnt matter if she has to find you on her own or with someone else, she will do it.
When she would finally find you covered in wounds and stumbling towards her she would gasp and would directly run to you, tears in her eyes while being glad that you’re alive but extremely worried about all your injuries.
As Rosita would drive the both of you home, she’d sit with you in the back of the car, holding you and telling you that everything’s gonna be alright.

She would feel sick through not knowing where you are but would tell herself that you are strong and know how to survive while she would keep on searching for you, determined to find you.
As she would then see you in the middle of the forest, covered in wounds would  let pain shoot through her body before she would immediately run into your direction to not let anything or anybody else hurt you.
She would hold you, telling you that she’s now with you and she won’t go before she would get you as fast as she can to Alexandria.
After returning she wouldn’t leave your side and and would listen to what has happened as soon as you’re ready.

After you wouldn’t return for way to long after beginning a run he would already act around grumpily and worried while shouting down anyone who would just attempt to assume that you’re dead before going outside himself.
As he would then hear your weak voice calling for him he would turn around just to see you covered in bruises and wounds and would storm cursing towards you to hold you before your weak legs could give in.
He’d get you to the car, holding you and listening while you’d tell him what happened before telling you what an asskicking badass you are for surviving that shit and would get you home to get your wounds treated as fast as he can.

While looking for you, she’d knew that she wouldnt give up searching for you while she would feel sick through all the worrying.
As she would then see you she’d run towards you before she would realize that you’re injured and covered with bruises.
As she’d see that, she’d kneel down next to you, hugging you through seeing that you need nothing more than that after all what you’ve been through, before she would get you as fast as possible back to Alexandria and promising to bake you as many cookies as you want to get a smile onto your lips. 

Doesnt matter whats going on in Alexandria, he would pass the tasks and responsibility to others just to go searching for you himself, knowing that he wouldnt come back before finding you.
Then seeing you that weak and injured would make him feel horrible and he would just try to show you that he’s now there and will protect you from anything else.
In the car on the way back home,he would take your hand while driving and kiss its back to calm you down while listening to you about what has happened.

Being on another run herself while you would go missing, she would hear through the others talking to her over the walkie that something is off.
When they’d tell her that you’re missing and they just can’t find you, she would immediately forget about the run and would try to find you.
As she would find you that weak and covered in wounds, her concern about you would overflow the anger she has for the others for not directly telling her that you were missing.
In the next days, after she directly got you back to Alexandira, she wouldnt leave your side as you’d lay in the bed in the improvised hospital, while she’d care about you and do everything to make you feel better

When you would go missing while she’d be on a run with you, she would worry and blame herself, while knowing that she won’t return to Alexandria without you.
As she would then find you after a while injured and covered in bruises she would feel panic coming up in her but would control it for you, to help you and calm you down.
While bringing you back to Alexandira, she would hold your hand, telling you that she’ll never let anything like that ever happen to you again and that she just can’t lose before not leaving your side once you’re back.

Father Gabriel
As you would go missing he would finally decide to go outside searching for you no matter how insecure he is about not being able to fight every danger out there.
He would pray to just find you safe and sound while he’d be determined to find and protect you and would try to not think what could have happened to you.
As he would then find you covered in wounds he wouldn’t hesitate to run towards you and carefully take you back to the car and calm you down while holding you and telling you that he will do everything to get you better

He’d be stressed when you wouldnt return for longer than expected while not knowing if you’re well or not before not being able to wait for you to return and beginning to search for you.
He wouldnt care what anybody else would say and would go out, armed with his stick as he would search for you.
As he would finally see you he would first feel relief before seeing that you’re injured.
He would try to stay calm for you, trying to show you that everything is gonna be alright, even though he would suffer seeing you that way and would extremely worry.
He would do everything to get you as fast as he can to Alexandria and wouldnt leave your side before listening to you while you tell him what has happened

When you wouldnt come back from a run she would first try to tell herself that everything is fine even though she would begin to be worried sick with every moment she doesnt if you’re alright.
She’d finally go searching for you, hoping instantly to find you safe and sound.
When she’d then see you injured and weak she would drop her gun shocked and would just run to you, to prop you and somehow get you back to Alexandria while telling you that she’s now with you and won’t let something like that happen to you ever again.

He wouldn’t stop trying to find you when you’d go missing, he would try suppress every thought of something happening to you and would be determined to find you no matter what.
As he would then see you, that weak and injured would hurt him but for you, he would try to stay strong, doesnt matter if its on the way back home or in Alexandria itself.
He would try to give you the feeling of safety doesn’t matter if its through holding you or just his presence and would stay with you the whole time until he knows you feel better again.

When you wouldn’t return from a run he would worry extremely before not being able to wait longer trying to find you.
Seeing you then covered in bruises would let him stand for a second there in shock before he would walk trembling over to you hating to see you that way before falling onto his knees next to you and pulling you close.
He’d then get you back to the car, while trying to cheer you up and promising you to make you feel better even though he’s still worrying and just wants you to be well.



“Is knowing how to set a broken bone or how to treat a severe burn ridiculous? Knowing how to navigate by the stars in total darkness, that’s ridiculous? How to identify edible plants, how to make clothes from animal skins, how to survive in the forest with nothing but a knife? That’s ridiculous to you?”

Captain Fantastic, 2016 (x)

The Dryad and the Researcher

“Why is it,” the dryad said softly, “that humans always seem to think forest fey eat only vegetation?” It arranged a bird skeleton into a neat pile for later review.

“I wouldn’t know,” I said with difficulty, swallowing hard. The words came out hard and guttural, out of fear, out of being suspended by my ankles high above the forest floor.

The dryad, larger than life, took my face into its hands and turned me around so our eyes met. Survival, ‘look away, this is a test.’ Curiosity, 'if this is how you go, do not your eyes deserve this beautiful, last glimpse at creation?’

The creature moved like a gravitational constant, the forest bending around its every move with a fascinating subtly.

“Because you have not been told this myth or because you are not human?” the dryad spoke with a hushed whisper. I could feel the warm, autumnal breath on my flesh.

anonymous asked:

best 8th year @ hogwarts fics? angstier, fluffier the better tbh

Here are some of my favorite 8th year fics!

Hungry by birdsofshore (24k)
The first thing Harry knew about it was when he woke up lying on a bed in the hospital wing, with his arm firmly stuck to the scrawny, milk-white arm of Draco bloody Malfoy.

Azoth by zeitgeistic (89k)
Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for eighth year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy. Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when one’s life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait? Harry has no idea; he’s too busy trying not to be in love with Malfoy to care.

Love Comes Tumbling by taradiane (22k)
‘Harry’s thoughts were of how much he would have done differently with Malfoy over the years, and of Dumbledore’s final words to the other boy … “It is my mercy, and not yours, that matters now.”  Maybe, Harry wondered, he could find some mercy, too, and give Malfoy the second chance that Dumbledore had believed him worthy of.’

Right Hand Red by lumosed_quill (73k)
Harry felt Malfoy’s breath on his lips as they came together over the bottle, hands firmly planted on the floor as though they each needed their familiar soil, refusing to cross into enemy territory.  Except that Malfoy no longer felt like his enemy. Malfoy felt inevitable.

Good to Me (And I’d Be So Good to You) by AWickedMemory (9k)
Everyone returns to Hogwarts after the war, but nothing is quite the same. Harry’s groupies are creepier than ever, Ron and Hermione are snogging all over the place, and the once-proud Draco is shuffling around like a kicked puppy. But that’s okay: Harry’s got a plan.

Hey, Potter by sunseticmonster (16k) 
Harry returns to Hogwarts for his 8th year, determined not to let Malfoy get to him. But when the snarky teasing starts up again, Harry finds that returning the jibes with compliments has a far more interesting outcome.

There Comes a Mist and a Weeping Rain by faithwood (21k)
It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that’s ever so cross.

In the Interest of Interhouse Cooperation by firethesound (12k)
Organizing a Duelling Club was supposed to be a fun extracurricular activity for Harry’s 8th year. But add in Draco Malfoy and a malfunctioning Room of Requirement, and things can’t help but get complicated.

Said and Unsaid (Or the Value of Knowing When to Stop Talking) by bryoneybrynn (15k)
When the Interrogator asked if he had anything to say on his own behalf, Draco shook his head, his lips pressed tight in a thin line. There was nothing to say that wouldn’t sound like an excuse.

Unexpected Consequences by lauren3210 (39k)
 Harry was going back to school. He was going to play Quidditch, sleep in lessons, hang out with his friends, and generally just enjoy being a kid for a change. And he was also going to do it while being bonded withMalfoy, because apparently life was just going to continue throwing curveballs at him. Harry didn’t know why he expected anything different.

Marginal Notes by blamebrampton (9k) 
When you’re 18, and nothing is as it was meant to be, sometimes it can be hard to let the right people know what you are thinking.

Helix by Saras_Girl (92k)
Seven months after the end of the war, Harry is feeling lost. Fortunately, he is about to be offered an unexpected and sparkling chance to find himself again.

Twice as Much as an Earthquake by firethesound (18k)
Accidental bonding. Breaking and entering. Conspiring, however unwillingly, in the strange one-man war Malfoy’s waging against detention. This isn’t the normal school year Harry anticipated having, but at least it’s not boring.

No Greater Victory by @dictacontrion (26k)
Back at Hogwarts after the war, a defeated Draco Malfoy is prepared to settle for life’s simpler pleasures: snark, sex, and Slytherin scheming. That is until Pansy, newly in possession of Malfoy Manor, offers to return his ancestral home. Just one condition: he has to win, and break, Harry Potter’s heart to get it. That’s no problem. Draco’s got this situation completely under control. Completely. At least until he doesn’t.

Something I Don’t Want to Stop by traintracks (16k)
It’s Harry and Draco’s eighth year, the Houses have been all but demolished in favor of unity, and they’re being forced to room together. How ever will they cope?

At Your Service by Faith Wood (96k)
Hogwarts students are in danger; Harry is determined to save them all. There’s only one thing he knows for certain: Draco Malfoy is somehow involved.

Tug-O-Want by dysonrules (16k)
Harry is back at Hogwarts minding his own business when he finds himself magically drawn to Draco Malfoy. Over and over again.

Unknown Pleasures by birdsofshore (10k)
The Room of Requirement was definitely broken. Why else would it be presenting Harry with a whip, some handcuffs, a blindfold, and a… what exactly was that thing, anyway?

The Potter-Malfoy Problem by who_la_hoop (29k)
The room of requirement’s gone mad — at least, that’s what Harry thinks. There’s no way that Draco Malfoy ‘requires’ him, of all people, but why does it keep dragging Harry there like he’s some kind of furniture, every time Malfoy enters it? Throw in Pansy the pervert and a clipboard-wielding Hermione, and things can only go from bad to worse. And that’s not even mentioning the pirates…

Draco Malfoy, It’s Your Lucky Day by Faith Wood (37k)
Even though he’s unarmed, injured, lost in the Forbidden Forest, and facing a possible murder charge, Draco Malfoy gets lucky.

Mental by sara_holmes (186k)
Harry has had quite enough of sharing his mind with someone else, thankyouverymuch. A miscast Legilimecy spell says otherwise.

Who Shagged Harry Potter? by Faith Wood (6k)
One beautiful sunny Sunday the Slytherins wake up after a raunchy night only to discover a very naked Harry Potter sleeping in their dormitory. Naturally, they ask themselves a logical question: Who the hell shagged him?

The Standard You Walk Past by Bafflinghaze (46k)
On returning to Hogwarts for their Eighth Year, Headmistress McGonagall decided to room Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter together. She may have hoped for a leading example of house unity; the other students fully expected insults and fights. But nothing happened.That was, until Harry sleepwalked into Draco’s bed.

An Issue of Consequence by Faith Wood (20k)
Draco has woken up in an alternate universe. Or he has woken up utterly insane. Nothing else can possibly explain why Harry Potter suddenly seems to think he’s Draco’s boyfriend.

Harmonised Consciousness by Talizora (24k)
This time it’s a spell gone wrong in Charms that will bring our two favourite boys together.

Dear Diary by AWickedMemory (20k) 
// This can’t possibly go worse than the last time I kept a diary. //
After the war, Harry picks up a journal to write in… and it writes back. Luckily, it’s not a Horcrux on the other end this time

Doer of Good Deeds by Lomonaaeren (6k)
Ron certainly knows how to recognize obsession when he sees it, thanks to feeling some of the same with Hermione. And he would rather that Harry’s obsession with Draco Malfoy end sooner rather than later. Otherwise, Ron’s afraid that he’s going to spend the rest of his life hearing about how ugly all of Malfoy’s girlfriends are.

Don’t Mind If I Keep Your Tie (And Your Heart, Babe) by Ingi (21k)
The Eighth year common room has a parrot in it, courtesy of McGonagall and her mad search for interhouse bonding. Most of the time, it’s just there, until one day it repeats “Potter has a damn fine arse.” And the Slytherins know exactly who the parrot’s mimicking… Draco is not amused.

Draco Malfoy is NOT attractive by @sophiefrench77 (3k)
Draco Malfoy is NOT attractive. Not even one bit. Nope.

Harry Potter is an Arrogant Prick by @sophiefrench77 (3k)
Harry Potter is an arrogant prick.
And he likes fucking with Draco’s head and well, other things too. [Sequel to Draco Malfoy is NOT attractive]

Who I Really Am by @agentmoppet (8k)
Draco seems to have changed since the war, and is insisting on making amends for his actions. But he’s still a Malfoy, for heaven’s sake… And, it would seem, a Malfoy with a certain kink…

Deep Waters by huldrejenta (13k)
Back at Hogwarts, eighth year turns out to be just as miserable as Draco had suspected. Struggling with post-war apathy, he tries to find something positive he can do for himself. Like secretly learning how to swim in the Great Lake. Only things don’t go as planned when Potter somehow finds out.

Strangeness and Charm by @drarrytrash (45k)
One November night during his eighth year at Hogwarts, Draco ends up in the forbidden forest. That’s how it starts.
or: If two boys fall in love in a magical forest, does it still make a sound?

Project (or Curse?) by venis_envy (21k)
In order to build trust and inter-house unity, the Ministry School Board has designed an obligatory N.E.W.T. project for the eighth year students. Paired off, each team will be assigned a Charmed puffskein and required to share a room with their “families” throughout the term. If they all survive that long.

Sealed with a Kiss by Faith Wood (46k)
Harry Potter will fall in love with the first person who kisses him. Draco knows what he must do. A Christmassy Hogwarts fic, this.

Quick, Malfoy. Kiss me. by digthewriter (10k)
Harry thinks kissing Malfoy is a good way to keep all the girls away. Draco thinks kissing Potter will make people stop bothering him. Everybody wins!

LipLock Jinx by Cassis Luna (21k)
It’s a jinx that renders the victim mute, unless he/she serves the purpose of the jinx and kisses the person that they desire. It’s just Harry’s luck that he’s in love with Draco. HPDM, oneshot, eighth year.

Trust in Hope by Omi_Ohmy (19k)
It’s Eighth year, and Draco is broken, ostracised. One person prefers him the way he was, full of life – Draco just needs to learn to trust in hope.

Zero to Hero by dysonrules (10k)
Harry returns to Hogwarts for his “8th year” in order to pass his N.E.W.T.s and make it into the Auror program. One of his classes is Muggle Studies and the new teacher has a brilliant idea to help them appreciate certain forms of Muggle entertainment.

Two Wands Make a Right by Dannyfranx (21k)
Harry’s wand is playing up and Hermione thinks she knows the answer, but why does she have to be right all the time, why does Draco Malfoy have to be so god damn difficult and why is he wearing his tie backwards?

Draco and Harry’s Illicit Affair (and how Blaise Zabini wants nothing to do with it) by veterization (8k)
Blaise has the luck to stumble upon his friend romping around in Potter’s pants. Multiple times.

I Feel You by thusspakekate (23k)
Harry and Draco take a potion that is supposed to link their hearts together, but end up connecting a different type of organ entirely.

I thought I was indestructible. I was never afraid of standing under trees during a thunderstorm, dark basements, or empty forests. I suppose that’s how I found myself in your arms with nothing except blind love and a needle full of drugs. The only thing I was ever afraid of was losing you, and I did. Now that I know I’m capable of surviving my greatest fear, I’m finally free. I refuse to let fear control my mind.
—  Once you love yourself, you’re free