#aster tag

tfw ur the cutest couple in the hospital 🌸💜🌀

on the left: aster @thelastwhimzy (he/(hymn), ae, fae)

on the right: me (alyx) (they/xe/he)

Thanks for the prompt! This was uh. Something. It was something for sure.

"Does the vibe of the fic match the vibe of the prompt?" you may be asking. Good question! No. No it does not. Enjoy!

(for the drabble challenge)

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Akai is asleep when he arrives – or, at least, he appears to be. His long legs are stretched out, as much as they can be, dangling over the end of couch, while his head rests on the opposite arm. He looks far cozier than Rei has ever seen him, sleeping like this. Peaceful, almost.

Anger claws at Rei's insides, threatening to tear through him. "Wake up, Akai Shuuichi," he grits through clenched teeth, his fist so tight his knuckles turn white from the grip. "Look at me."

I really like drawing glowing eyes, and writing fics about them

hi aster!!! thank you for the prompt!! here it is:

The creaking of his bedroom door opening awakens James, who groggily blinks into the darkness. Without his glasses on, he can barely make out the shape of a person slipping inside before the door closes again.

"Sirius?" he whispers, and the figure halts in the middle of the room. There's silence for a beat, but just when James is about to ask again the figure speaks up.

"I can't sleep."

Oh. Not Sirius, then. Regulus' voice is barely audible, the words sounding like he can barely push them from his throat. He sounds uncertain, and like he's already regretting his decision to come here.

That won't do.

"C'mere," James mumbles, too sleepy to properly deal with the situation. Regulus hesitates, but when James lifts his blanket in invitation he goes anyways, and stiffly lies down next to James.

James rolls over immediately, slinging an arm over Regulus' waist to pull him in a little. He's half asleep again already, and everything is too fuzzy to properly think about his actions.

"Thinkin' too much?" he mumbles, the words slurring a little with sleep. Regulus relaxes into him, and a hand comes up to settle in James' hair. James pushes into it until it starts to massage him.

"Yeah," Regulus breathes out, and James hums. The hand in his hair feels lovely, and he can feel himself start to drift off again.

"Well, don't," James weakly responds, and Regulus chuckles.

"I'll try," he softly says. A pause, and then, "I'm sorry for waking you up."

James hums, far too sleepy to argue the way he wants to. "'S okay," he says, "always. 'M here."

"Yeah, I know," Regulus whispers, and the words sound more for him than for James. "Go back to sleep, James."

"Yeah," James breathes, snuggling into Regulus a little more, sighing contently. Regulus is warm and solid beneath him, chest moving evenly with his breaths. "Night, Reg."

James is asleep before Regulus can answer.