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part 1/?

A/N: Because of covid lockdown I only work 3 - 4 days per week and I’m bored at home so please humor me, and add more of your own if you like! :)

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·         Except for the first years, all other actors are older by one or two years than the age of characters they portrayed

·         Asahi is the oldest, with 4 years difference between his real age and his supposed age in the show but hey it worked out just fine because what is Asahi but a punk Jesus that failed his classes and had to repeat his 3rd year multiple times

·         Because the first years are real 16 years old kids, the scenes where they have to study and do their homework are real homework. Kageyama’s struggle to read Kanji is real, Hinata’s English pronunciation is perfect but his comprehension is terrible, Yamaguchi suffers terribly in math, Tsukishima is average at best in all his subjects despite his look while Yachi cries in science

·         Contrary to his character, Nishinoya is actually the smartest person in the team. He’s an actor but also a first-year college student in physics major and sometimes on the set he’d teach them poor first year kids when they have to do homework in between takes

·         Yachi looks up to Nishinoya like he’s a divine blessing from heaven because he made physics concept sound so simple

·         Hinata sempai-crush on Nishinoya in the show?? REAL.

·         Everyone on the set has a crush on Sugawara. The actors the director the supporting staffs. E-V-E-R-Y-O-N-E

·         He’s just so? Pretty?? And nice?? A sweetheart that treat everyone to ice-cream on a hot filming day

·         While others are relatively new actors, Daichi is a seasoned veteran that has been acting since he was young. Initially everyone is starstruck when he’s around but he’s nice and humble but also a mischief because you know how child actor lacked childhood and now he’s working with real kids around his age he just let loose

·         When someone drew a moustache on Tanaka’s face when he was sleeping nobody expect it was Daichi until Suga saw the marker smudge on the side of his hand

·         Daichi smiles sheepishly and vows to get everyone

·         That’s how the prank war started on the set

·         Suga manages to give Hinata and Nishinoya moustache, Yamaguchi’s only goal is to draw one on Tsukishima, Kageyama accidentally used permanent marker on Asahi and his moustache lasted for 3 days, Tanaka got his revenge on Daichi one evening, Yachi drew it on Shimizu when she dozed off while the hairstylist was doing her hair

·         At one point no one is sleeping on the set anymore because of the moustache-drawing war. The supporting staffs keep markers in their pocket instead of leaving it lying around because the actors WILL steal it

·         It becomes more chaotic when Hinata tried to draw the moustache on Kageyama when they were practicing their lines. Now nobody gets attacked while sleeping anymore we draw when they’re awake and die like men

·         Obviously Kageyama chase Hinata down around the set until he tripped over wires and fell flat on his face and made Nishinoya laugh in the middle of intense scene with Asahi

·         That happen wayyyyy too many times until the director said enough is enough and confiscate all their markers

·         In the end, Shimizu wins. Everyone let their guard down around goddess Shimizu and boi you’ve never been more wrong

·         Shimizu uploaded all her winning proof on social media site with caption “true queen of the court” and a peace-sign emoji

Summary:

He came back.

No, Shoyo did not just come back to Japan after being in Brazil for 2 years, long-distance relationship between Shoyo and Kenma was a thing in the past. Shoyo did not just come back from a volleyball game, tired but elated after winning a match. Shoyo did not just come back home to Kenma after a fight, apologetic for forgetting to feed their cat. He also did not just come back from a convenient store nearby, constantly hungry and in need of snacks.

Shoyo had come back from the dead.

– A story about overcoming grief, inspired by Yasuda Rei’s Kimi no Uta and Lewis Capaldi’s Somebody You Loved.

A/N:  was listening to Aimer's Kataomoi a lot while writing this so I hope you'll listen to it! Last chapter! Boy I sure cried a lot while writing this fanfic lol

It was one of those days.

Hinata ran out of things to distract himself, so he simply picked a corner in his bedroom and sat there hugging his knees in the dark, hoping the whitewashed wall would swallow him whole and spit him back after he feel a bit better. .

Hinata was homesick in Brazil. Kenma did something to cheer him up.

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a/n: hi im new to the fandom and currently love everything about wolfstar. used to write for multiple different fandoms but i decided to start fresh with a new blog and i could use some new followers. so follow me and i’ll follow you back! :) cheers to a new beginning with a short fic post-azkaban wolfstar, may there be more to come! 

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“Well, it’s not really that bad.”

      Remus pushed open the narrow wooden door that lead into a small hut. It creaked, almost falling off its hinge despite only employing a bit of power to have it open. “What are you waiting for? In you go,” leered Remus towards Sirius, eyeing the inside of the confined quarter that was about to be their home for the next couple of weeks, until Dumbledore give further instruction on the reformation of the Order of the Phoenix. Before Remus had left the best job he ever had, Dumbledore had tasked him to find Sirius Black who had narrowly escaped the ministry officials at Hogwarts after breaking out from the prison of Azkaban. Dumbledore’s words echoed in his ears. “Find your dear friend, Remus. Hide him away from the prying onlookers and avenging death eaters,and remind him that he’s alive. Remind him that he can feel, certainly small things that can bring him happiness is not something out of reach, despite the war that’s looming over us. Heal him, Remus.”

So here he was, standing outside an abandoned hut under a palm tree overlooking the sparkling blue sea on a sunny afternoon, halfway across the world from Hogwarts. Remus helped himself inside the house, and Sirius reluctantly followed.

“It’s dirty, Re. Sorry. I mean, Moony,” Sirius pointed at the room of furniture covered with dirty grey coverings that could have been white once upon a time, a thick layer of dust settled on top of it. “I’m not some rat to be living in such filth, heh.”

“You’re dirty too, so I don’t see the problem here,” shrugged Remus with a sly smile. Sirius was still wearing the shabby robe he had worn since the night he escaped Hogwarts, looking unamused. Remus reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and had his wand out. With a flick of a wrist, the back door and two windows on each side of the small house flung open. The coverings hovered off the top of a threadbare green velvety couch, a coffee table with one of the legs missing, a disheveled mattress on an broken bed on one corner, a small sturdy dining table and a tiny area recognizable as the kitchen. It flew out with most of the dust on it, the grey robes flicking itself against the side of the house to remove dust off it. A broom hopped out of a small corner of the kitchen and started sweeping the length of the whole house, with a mop and a bucket of soap water trailing behind it, leaving soapsuds in its wake. “I really miss that,” added Remus. He added another flick to the wand and the furniture mended itself, appearing as good as new.

“And may I know what you miss, Messer Moony?” asked Sirius as he finally inched further into the threshold of the house, stopping short behind the slightly taller man. Remus turned around to face Sirius, his dark eyes set in that hollow and sickly face still burn with its vigor Remus came to know too well during their younger years. He couldn’t number the times he had stared for a few seconds too long for it to be a normal interaction between two brothers. That one time they were both hiding in a broom closet as they set off a prank upon Mr. Filch, they had their faces an inch off each other that they no could no longer pretend they were just friends. Remus couldn’t recall who initiated the touch and the kisses; they were both equally hungry for it. The rest was history. Well, until that fateful day of betrayal and deaths. That day, Remus lost three of his best friends all at once; the Marauders that they were.

“You calling me Re,” a sliver of smile passed through his scar-filled face, as he tried to keep the sweet flashes of memories contained away. He was always Remus or Moony to others, but Sirius only called him Re when they were alone together. “And that clever mouth of yours, Padfoot.”

Sirius smirked, as though he could see through what was running through Remus’s mind. “Do you remember, when we were on top of the astronomy towe – ” he started, but trailed off with a hint of fear in his voice, as though afraid something would steal it if it was said out loud. “ah, no, never mind. That’s ancient history, is it not? Happy memories should just be stowed away and be remembered in secrecy.”

Sensing the sudden change of mood, Remus took a guess. “Pads, you can remember,” Remus raised his hands to grip Sirius’s shoulders with a firm assurance. “There is no dementors here to suck out your happy memories. There’s only me, only us here, see? We’re off the grid on the order of Dumbledore and nobody can find us unless he wills it. This is not Azkaban.”

Heavy silence passed between them for a moment. Remus amber eyes met with Sirius’s blacks, gaze unyielding.

“Fucking finally,” breathed Sirius as he took a step forward, closing the small gap they had between them as he rested his head on Remus’s shoulder, heavy and unguarded. His arms wrapped around the waist of the lean Remus, taut. His voice hoarse, cracking around the edges. “I have been really tired protecting the memories of us, Re. I was so scared they would suck away those memories and leave me with nothing, reducing me to a soulless being with no good memories to live with. Two things I live for while being trapped for twelve years in that hell, Re – the wellbeing of my godson Harry and – “he choked on his words with a low sob “ – and my dear friend Remus Lupin. My beautiful Moony.”

“Forgive me, love,” Remus pressed a furious kiss against the top of Sirius’s head and pulled him closer, his arms were tightly wrapped around the shaken figure he was holding. Sirius was barely bones and skin, so different compared to the man he used to know. Remus couldn’t help but blame himself for the misery Sirius had to endure. Twelve years Remus spent alone blaming Sirius for turning his back against the Order. If only he had sought out the truth earlier and helped free the man he once loved, not letting him endure twelve gruesome years in prison alone. Not believing the news he heard from other people around him – no matter how trustworthy they were – and had gone straight to Sirius to demand for the truth or use all his might to fight the ministry for a trial Sirius deserved so he could defend himself. Remus’s voice was heavy with remorse. “Forgive me.”

I've been a kurotsuki trash since the first training camp in the manga (they just took the back seat so my other ships could flourish) and for them to have the best doujin senseis contributing to the fandom is an absolute bless! Not to mention scanlator team who work hard for this new doujinshi aaaaah 💕 y'all deserve the world, really!

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Summary:

He came back.

No, Shoyo did not just come back to Japan after being in Brazil for 2 years, long-distance relationship between Shoyo and Kenma was a thing in the past. Shoyo did not just come back from a volleyball game, tired but elated after winning a match. Shoyo did not just come back home to Kenma after a fight, apologetic for forgetting to feed their cat. He also did not just come back from a convenient store nearby, constantly hungry and in need of snacks.

Shoyo had come back from the dead.

– A story about overcoming grief, inspired by Yasuda Rei’s Kimi no Uta and Lewis Capaldi’s Somebody You Loved.

I surpassed 100 bookmarks on one of my fics.