AU #1: Hear Me

i literally wrote this as an entirely different fic series called Feathers are a Girls Bestfriend but i ran out of juice, so lets hope this one keeps going. 

also it’s a soulmate au for warren worthington (set after apocalypse) 

“In a time of great need, your world will coalesce and peace will reign.”

Or that’s what the Bible said. Calm down, we’re not talking about the Christian Bible. This bible, the holy writ of modern day romance, is standard curriculum. And no, it’s not the Kama Sutra. Though you do remember reading that, an assignment you’d subtly picked up on from your Soulmate Ed teacher.

Right, nothings making sense, but that’s okay.

“Y/N, what’re the quantum specifications of the rocket launch?” Ms Beamis asks, or, you suppose she did, you really aren’t listening and you’re definitely sure that the question doesn’t make sense. “Y/N?”

“Like nine.” You mumble, your voice going high and turning the words into a question that has her lips pursing.

“Like nine. That’s your answer?” She bites out and you duck a little, nodding, your entire body going hot with a blush. “I don’t have to tell you you’re wrong, do I?”

“No, Ms.” You mumble, sighing forlornly as she shakes her head and looks pointedly away from you.

You wondered if now was your time of great struggle. You’d sure like a smart soulmate because school isn’t making sense anymore.

“Class dismissed!” Ms Beamis announces from the front and talk starts up, chatting and gabbing all around you, filling your ears.

“Emily totally went down on Greg at Mels kegger.”

“She’s dating Nathan, isn’t she?”

“Exactly, she’s totally crazy. But I totally get it.”

“Emily is totally a bad girlfriend.” You mutter to yourself as you slip through the door and silence reigns through the hallway and class behind you.

“What’d Emily do?” Someone whispers to their friend, her eyes staring at something behind you. Biting your lip, since you aren’t part of the conversation, you push through the crowds and out onto the lawn.

“Something feels wrong, Momma.” You cringe, scratching the upper middle of your back doggedly. You just can’t reach it, no matter how you stretch and twist. Your breath hisses in and out hurriedly, but your Mom doesn’t move. Her eyes trace your figure worriedly, but she doesn’t touch you, and your heart beats faster at her lack of reaction. “I- I can’t- Mom.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” She promises, chewing the inside of her cheek and you blink at her, waiting for more, but her lips stay sealed.

“Mom, please.” You plead, unsure what you want from her but it’s definitely not her getting up and leaving the room. A furious grunt escapes you at her escape, and you twist again, trying to reach the spot on your back, a frustrated sob escaping you.

Stalking for the door, you pound up the stairs and into your room, throwing yourself face down on the bed and whining when the new angle doesn’t yield better results.

“F*ck.” You whisper to your blankets, trying not to choke as unfounded panic claws its way up your throat. “Oh, God.”

A scream burns in your chest and you dive for your pillow, throwing yourself face first into the soft cover as the scream tears from your lips, muffled.

Then your mind clicks.

Your soulmate.

ooooh wassup??? APOCOLYPSE IS


Discards by picascribit
Chapter 9: Sirius finds out that "taking things slow" means something different to Remus than it does to him.
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 9/? (25k words and counting…)
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Remus Lupin & Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black & James Potter
Characters: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Lily Evans, Peter Pettigrew, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Non-Magical, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Romance, Angst, Getting Together, Falling In Love, Libraries, College, Trans Male Character, Gay Male Character, Latino Character, Japanese-American Character, Black Character(s), Jewish Character, POV Trans Character, Bad Parenting, Parental Rejection, Homelessness, HIV/AIDS, Drug Use, Sex Work, Seattle, Friendship, Fluff and Angst, It’s not a downer I swear!, Latino!Remus, Japanese-American!Sirius, Trans!Sirius, Black!James, Jewish!Lily, Texting, bisexual!Lily, Bisexual!Sirius, Gay!Remus, Asshole!Snape, Found Family, Families of Choice, LGBTQ Themes, LGBTQ Character of Color, LGBTQ Jewish Character(s), Anxiety Disorder, Panic Attacks, Embedded Images
Summary: When 21-year-old assistant librarian Sirius spots a cute hipster college student at the Seattle Public Library, he just needs to figure out a subtle way of determining whether he’s into guys. But Remus’s life is more complicated than Sirius knows.


Sirius disengaged himself from Remus and took out the ring of library keys he always carried when he did his rounds, searching for the one labeled “periodicals”. Remus stepped behind him, wrapping his arms around his middle and kissing the back of his neck. Sirius shivered again.

Finding the right key at last, he jammed it into the lock, turning until it clicked.

“If anyone wants in here, they’ll just have to find someone else with a key.”

“How long before anyone misses you?” Remus asked.

His hands began to wander up Sirius’s abdomen, and Sirius grabbed them, turning to kiss him again quickly, before Remus’s explorations could reach his bound chest.

“Dunno,” he murmured against Remus’s lips. “Maybe an hour.”

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.