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flowerandblood · 6 months

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Guilt | Greed | Grace

[ modern! • Aemond x stepsister! • female ]

[ warnings: sex content, sexual tension, angst, smut, kind of incest but not really, brat taming ]

[ description: After one night together, he and his stepsister remain amused by the whole situation and that they have taken revenge on their parents in some way. Aemond begins to wonder if his relationship with Alys makes sense when their parents decide to go away for the weekend and leave them alone at home. The power of angst, ironic, bitchy Aemond. Anon request. ]

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After what they had done, they both began to fall asleep in his bed, exhausted after their physical exertion and fulfilment. His stepsister woke up before dawn − she slipped out of his embrace and stroked his hair before she left, quietly closing the door behind her.

He surprised his mother and the rest of the family by coming down for breakfast in the morning; Criston stood up, startled, and walked over to him, extending his hand to him. He shook it, trying to hold back a grimace of satisfaction.

"Criston. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." He said with the clear hope that he had finally broken through, that there would no longer be such a tense atmosphere in the house.

He looked at him forcing himself not to smile.

I fucked your daughter yesterday, Criston.

And it felt so fucking good.

"Aemond. Me too." He said low and matter-of-factly, turning away from him even though he could see he wanted to say something more, surely to ask how his studies were going or what he was planning to do today.

He sat down at the table taking a seat opposite his daughter, who for a brief moment pretended to be extremely focused on cutting pancakes with jam. He looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to take a bite into her mouth and swallow it, and she finally lifted her gaze to him.

"Hi." He hummed and she pressed her lips together, her eyebrows arched in amusement − she was all red, her innocent embarrassment making him feel a pleasant warmth in his lower abdomen.

"Hi." She whispered, immediately leaning over her pancakes, trying not to laugh, and he reached for the toast with a smile of satisfaction.

His mother and Criston watched them with astonishment, Daeron being the only one who seemed to notice nothing and simply ate his cornflakes with milk, surely focused with his thoughts on some test that awaited him at school.

"Why are you laughing? Is something wrong?" Asked Alicent, clearly amused herself, suspecting that this was clearly not the first time they had spoken.

She and he shot each other a quick glance over the table − she didn't seem terrified and he figured she wouldn't mind if he played with the situation a bit.

"Nothing. Something funny just happened yesterday. Right, kid?" He asked indifferently, throwing her a defiant look, biting into his toast with a loud crunch.

She almost choked on the sip of tea she had just taken from her mug in the shape of a dog's head and looked at him with big eyes, hearing her pet name that he had used earlier in the night.

He thought with amusement that her mug fit her perfectly.

"Yes. Very funny." She muttered wearily, pressing her lips together and quickly taking another bite of pancakes, trying with the last of her willpower not to smile or laugh, looking at him pleadingly.

"Don't you want to tell your daddy what you did?" He asked ironically and she burst out laughing, looking at him with her eyebrows raised high, accepting his challenge.

"Maybe you should brag to your mum about what happened first." She said defiantly and lightly, taking a loud sip from her cute doggie cup, and he bit his lip, deciding that he probably needed to say enough so as not to overdo it.

"I see that whatever happened you two quickly found common ground." Said his mother with a sort of expression of contentment and relief, as if she understood from all this that something funny had happened in their absence which had made them, willy-nilly, grow closer to each other.

In a way, it was true.

In a way.

"Yeah. We got closer." He said lightly, and she just threw him a calm, happy look without saying anything else, eating the rest of her pancake contentedly.

"Okay, I'll drive Daeron to school and come back to drop you off at the university, okay?" Criston asked her, but before she could answer anything he interrupted him with a word.

"Big brother will drive his little sister to school. Get yourself together, I'm leaving in ten minutes." He hummed, putting the rest of his toast in his mouth, walking over to the machine to make himself a quick coffee. Criston wanted to protest, saying there was no need, but his daughter ran quickly to get her backpack without even listening to him.

He drank his coffee and started to put on his shoes, waiting for her when his mother came up to him, an expression of gratitude on her face.

"That's very kind of you, Aemond. Thank you for trying, you don't even know how much it means to me. I know it's hard for you, but…"

"Mhm. Ready?" He asked completely uninterested in what she was saying to him, noticing his stepsister behind her − she quickly put her trainers on her feet and nodded.

They moved to his car, which he opened remotely with his key, and settled comfortably in their seats, buckling their seatbelts. He turned on the engine and played a Guns N' Roses record, backing out of the driveway, neither of them speaking to each other as they drove.

He caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye as they stood at the traffic lights − he looked at her dress, light, girly, revealing part of her thighs, on top of which she had thrown on a thick, short, light-coloured jumper fastened at the front with big buttons.

It seemed incredibly fluffy to him, from a distance he could sense that it smelled like a pleasant laundry softener.

He shuddered when a driver in the back honked at him, frustrated that he hadn't moved off despite the green light being on. He looked in the mirror, furious, driving off with a squeal of tyres.

"Fucking old prick. Where the fuck is he in such a hurry?" He growled more to himself than to her, but felt her glance back at him with a smile, twisting in her seat, hugging tighter her material backpack lying on her lap.

He felt odd about the fact that she hadn't spoken to him the whole way − for some reason he had a feeling she would flood him with questions about what had happened between them last night, or who he was, what he did for a living, if he had anyone.

He parked in front of her faculty without turning off the engine, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye; only then did she look at him, her eyes big, her gaze calm, her face gentle and full of some kind of gratitude and understanding.

"Thank you very much. Have a nice day." She said softly and he swallowed loudly, looking at her with his jaw clenched.

"… you too."

He watched with indifference as she unbuckled her seatbelt and walked out, closing the door behind her, running towards a group of people, a couple of guys and one girl, hugging them one by one.

He licked his lower lip wondering if any of these boys had fucked her before him and rolled his eyes, deciding he didn't give a shit and drove off, not wanting to be late for his own classes.

He sat in the ancient history lectures thoughtfully, unable to concentrate on what his professor was talking about despite it being his favourite class.

He had already managed to get a few messages from Alys − she was asking him when they were going to meet again, sending him a picture of herself getting ready for work, saying that last night had been wonderful.

He stared at her messages with a blank stare, thinking only of the fact that he had been dating her for several months, and was only able to think about Criston's Cole's daughter.

About her warm, tender hands holding him close to her body, stroking his hair, neck and back with her soft fingers until he fell asleep while being still deep inside her.

He felt a sort of tightening in his pit, a discomfort, an unpleasant sense that something was wrong; he ran his hand over his face, sighing quietly, putting his phone aside and closing his eyes.

He didn't know himself what he thought of this relationship.

He felt that he had got into it because it was his way of taking revenge on his mother, because it allowed him to get physically off, to feel mature, to feel desired, to have somewhere to run to.

But now that his final revenge was done, now that he felt he had his mother and Criston in his grasp, that he had mentally regained control of the situation it all lost its meaning.

He felt nothing for her.

He wasn't even sure if he really liked her.

He felt some kind of shame and embarrassment at the thought that he had devoted months of his life to someone who was so indifferent to him, fucked her for hours like some kind of animal.

Looking at his stepsister, he felt empty, because she was full of everything − warmth, peace, understanding, joy, courage, humour.

Everything he was missing.

He decided to take a break from Alys for the time being and focus more on his studies, which he had neglected in recent months; he pretended not to listen at all if and when Criston's daughter came home, if she went out in the evening or not.

He noticed with interest that she had caught a close relationship with Daeron very quickly, being able to give him what he was unable to − she listened to his childish problems at school when they ate dinner and gave him advice as if he were an adult.

She was the only person besides Daeron he spoke to when he passed her or if they were at the table together − she usually asked him to hand her something, or asked if he would pour more water in the kettle so she could make herself a cup of tea too.

He was used to dropping a bag of Earl Grey into her doggy mug; each time she looked at him gratefully when he handed it to her already poured with boiling water.

"Thank you."

He would sometimes see her sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV, texting with someone on her phone and involuntarily wonder if she was in love with some boy.

For some reason he felt discomfort at the thought, as if he had really stepped into the role of her older brother and wanted to know who she was talking to and where she was going out.

Of course, he would never dare to ask her about it and kept his frustration to himself.

She didn't impose on him or try to talk to him by force knowing it was pointless, something his mother and Criston couldn't comprehend, barraging him with questions he didn't feel like answering.

Some part of him was curious about her, about what she had read and what she had listened to, about what she thought about it all, what she thought about him.

From that day on, he drove her to her classes every morning even when his started much later just to be alone with her for those few minutes.

He once dared to put his hand on her thigh as they stood at the traffic lights, unable to contain himself any longer, stroking her soft, smooth skin with his thumb.

He felt a shudder pass through her, felt her looking at him, but didn't dare reciprocate her gaze fearing what he would see in it.

Disgust, condemnation, mockery, sympathy.

He swallowed hard when he felt her fingers gently stroke the skin of his hand and did so until they reached the car park.

Only then did he look at her with an indifferent, cold stare hearing only the loud pounding of his heart in his ears.

She looked at him with that warm look of hers, the worry on her face coming from some kind of tenderness and affection.

He touched her cheek, her full lower lip, soft and shiny, and she parted it slightly. Driven by some strange, natural reflex, he slid his thumb deep between them, her pupils dilated, her flesh clenched on his finger, sucking it.

He felt it in his cock so hard that he flinched.

He pulled her to him by the nape of her neck in one sure movement, pressing his swollen lips to hers in a wild, loud dance of tongues, teeth and saliva − she threw her arms around his neck, his fingers sliding into her soft hair.

His hand was already sliding down her body between her thighs when they both gasped and pulled away from each other, hearing someone approach the car beside them − he involuntarily licked his lips feeling her wonderfully sweet taste.

She looked at him with wide-open eyes, her breathing sped up and uneven, making the glass on her side steam up.

"See you at home. Have a good day." She mumbled warmly unbuckling her seatbelt and walked quickly out, closing the door behind her.

He ran his hands over his face and slammed the dashboard of his car with all his might, furious at himself for being so desperate.

He kept repeating to himself that this was only supposed to be one time, a simple fun, sweet revenge, but nothing more.

She was a good kid, she wasn't to blame for the situation between Criston and his mother, he didn't want to hurt her.

However, what he felt in his trousers told him exactly what he thought of her and what he wanted.

The worst part was that it didn't look like she was going to stand up to him if he came to her to take it.

He sighed heavily, recognising that they were both fucked up, though she was certainly less so than him.

At least she wasn't a fucking sociopath.

During his lectures, he realised that his mother had texted him a few weeks ago the phone number of Criston and his daughter in case he needed something from them, had to leave them the keys to their house or just wanted to contact them.

He knew that his mother and Criston had decided to take a weekend away to relax together from all that was going on, and Daeron had taken the opportunity to spend that time with his favourite friend.

He felt throbbing in his trousers at the thought that they would be staying home alone.

That they could fuck all night long if they wanted to.

He licked his lips, wondering with a pounding heart whether to show desperation, whether to text her or not.

Since he had her number, she had his too.

After a few hours of pondering, he gave up, deciding that he couldn't take it any longer, that he needed to talk to her, to make sure she was thinking about him too.

After all, it was impossible for what they had done to be completely normal and meaningless to her, wasn't it?

Once the decision was made, he felt some kind of excitement. He wrote her into his contacts as Little Sister 🐶 with a smile of amusement and after a while sent her a message with his heart beating fast.

He shuddered when after a few minutes he saw the new notification on his phone, unsure if he wanted to read it, feeling horrified at the thought that she might have thought he was a pathetic little boy craving her attention.

He unlocked his screen after a moment and went into the messages with his heart beating fast and his throat clenched.

He felt relieved at the thought that her answer was perfectly normal, without a trace of mockery or discomfort − for some reason, the fact that she answered him pleasantly flushed his ego.

He stared at his screen with his heart beating hard, tapping the side of his cheek with the tip of his tongue, feeling the heat in his lower abdomen at the thought that he might be able to spend the night with her again.

Although he hadn't been home for dinner for weeks, this time he appeared back straight after class, startling his mother, who looked out to him from the kitchen.

"Aemond! I thought it was Criston. How good you are here, will you eat with us before we leave?" She asked softly and he shook his head, taking an apple from the bowl on the table in his hand, running up the stairs and locking himself in his room.

He didn't feel like sitting there looking at his face.

He heard the sound of the front door opening, the voices of Criston and his daughter, from which a shudder went through him − he felt excitement and some kind of anticipation.

He was browsing the internet on his phone, eating the fruit he had brought with him with a loud crunch of flesh, when suddenly Alys started calling him.

He stared at the incoming call from her chewing slowly, wondering if he should pick up and think of something quick, say he felt bad or just admit that it all made no sense.

He did nothing feeling his heart pounding and sighed heavily when he got a text message from her a minute later.

He decided that keeping her in the dark was cruel even for him, so he decided to write her back.

He sent her a reply, sighing loudly, and rolled his eyes when the message from her popped up practically immediately.

He pressed his lips together feeling an unpleasant squeeze in his chest − he was sick to his stomach at the thought that they might be getting back together again, but it wasn't her fault.

It was him.

All he had left was shame.

He wrote back quickly and blocked her number so that she could no longer send him any messages or call him.

He thought that only this would make her realize that he was serious.

He shuddered when he got another notification of a new message and thought she had written to him from another number, but was surprised to see that someone else wrote to him.

He got up immediately, walking out of his room, running lightly down the stairs, seeing her searching for something on his TV with the remote, probably looking for a movie already.

She was wearing a top with characters from The Lion King and shorts, her hair loose, pretty and shiny, its dark curls falling over her shoulders.

"If we start now, we might be finished by five in the morning." She said with amusement and nodded at the table top. "If you want, unwrap the crisps and put them in the bowl. Shall I spread out the sofa so we can lie down comfortably?"

She asked, looking at him questioningly, getting up from her seat. He nodded, opening packet after packet, pouring their contents into plastic bowls, trying not to think about her naked stomach, her nice long legs and the fact that she wasn't wearing a fucking bra.

They brought a couple of glasses, bottles of drinks and bowls of crisps close to each other and spread out comfortably, covering themselves with blankets and laying their heads on the big soft pillows she had apparently brought for them from upstairs.

They watched the first fifteen minutes focusedly, paying amused attention to scenes that had become memes − he pressed his lips together when he felt her lay her head on his shoulder, her hands embracing his arm, he could smell the pleasant scent of her shampoo.

He took a loud sip from his glass, trying not to think about the fact that he had been completely hard for about half an hour, that he felt like he was about to go fucking crazy because of her.

His hand under the blanket involuntarily slid down to her bare legs, running it up her knee; he felt her flinch, but instead of moving away she pulled closer to him.

He bit his lower lip feeling his heart pounding hard as his fingers slid between her thighs, teasing her through the material of her shorts in slow, circular motions.

He felt her press her body tighter against his shoulder, her hips began to rock to the rhythm of his hand, a quiet, blissful sigh escaping her lips that told him everything.

He pressed his lips together holding back a groan of surprise as her small hand slid down to the bulge in his trousers, her fingers began to press against his erection, massaging it up and down in a calm, slow motion.

He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling that he was terribly hot, the dialogue from the film seemed to him to be just background and he had completely lost interest in it.

He looked up at her with his lips slightly parted as she rose and with a light, sure movement pulled her top off over her head − he immediately reached to the belt buckle of his trousers to undo it when she took off her shorts and underwear, no sign of shame or embarrassment on her face, only shy smile.

She sat on top of him without hesitation as soon as he slipped his boxers down a little, stroking his scarred cheek with her warm fingers, placing her other hand on his shoulder to keep her balance.

He guided his swollen cock, throbbing with impatience, to her entrance and licked his lips, dry with desire, feeling that she was already all wet. She slid it deep inside her with ease, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

He groaned low and tilted his head back, panting along with her as she began to rise and fall on top of him, stretching her fleshy, hot walls with his fat length, feeling how wonderfully tight she was, how loudly her naked body slapped against his.

"− fuck, little one −" He gasped helplessly, desperate, with sure thrusts impaling her on himself; she mewled sweetly, her hands slid under the material of his black Tshirt and brushed across his naked chest, making him shiver.

He ran his hands over her buttocks, her back, her waist, wanting to savour the feel of her bare skin under his fingers, until finally he grasped her soft, plump breasts in his hands, teasing her hard nipples with his thumbs.

She gasped as she felt it, her walls clenching against him making them both sigh helplessly, speeding up − she slid her hand into his hair and kissed him, her lips so warm, her tongue so wonderfully moist, that he purred loudly into her mouth.

"− it seems you have missed me, big brother −" She cooed warmly, innocently, stroking his neck, hair and cheeks, looking at her so closely he could see how pink, puffy and glistening her lips were.

He felt his cock throb hard at her words and began to thrust it into her faster, clamping his hands on her waist and on the back of her neck, sitting up so that her whole body was pressed against his, his face at the level of her chin.

"− me? − you're fucking leaking, kid −" He scoffed with a grimace of amusement, moving inside her more aggressively, forcing her body to fit all of him in, deliberately sliding into her with lewd, loud click of her moisture, a pathetic whine escaping her lips.

"− look what you did to your big brother − how fucking hard he is because of you − have you no shame? −" He hissed and she sobbed with an expression on her face as if she was very sorry to have disappointed him, her lips parted slightly, a moan escaping from them each time his thighs slapped against her buttocks again, her breasts bouncing lightly.

"− I didn't mean to −" She mumbled with difficulty, embracing him with her arms − she gasped and moaned when he pressed her against him and grabbed her breast in his mouth, sucking and licking her nipple for a moment, releasing it with a loud plop.

"− you didn't mean to? − putting on that fucking slutty top without a bra? −" He growled and bit her neck − she sobbed and whined loudly, clenching her fingers painfully tight on his back and hair, letting him fuck her as fast and hard as he wanted.

"− I'm − I'm sorry −" She mewled as if she really felt guilty, cuddling her face into his temple, trailing her warm, puffy mouth over his cheek until their lips clung to each other again in a greedy, sticky kiss, his hips spreading her wide on his thick cock with quick, sure, deep thrusts.

"− you need to be taught a lesson, hm? − you need to be fucked more often so you'll behave properly −" He exhaled and she nodded her head as if she dreamt of nothing else, their lips and tongues rubbing and brushing against each other in moist, dirty kisses, he could feel her walls squeezing him faster and faster, that they were both on the edge.

"− yes − yes, yes, please, oh-fuck −" She mumbled and tilted her head back with her mouth parted wide as her body trembled in strong orgasm − she tried to push him away, moaning loudly, but he held her close, fucking her brutally through her peak until he came inside her with a loud sigh of pleasure, his warm semen filling her insides.

"− that's it − take it − take your brother's cum like a good girl −" He breathed out into her mouth, with thrusts of his hips pushing his seed deep inside her, her hands stroking his hair and back, their bodies all sweaty and hot.

He fell backwards, leaning back against his pillow, laying with her in a semi-prone position, breathing loudly as she did, their fingers trailing over their bodies as if they were blind and wanted to remember what they had done with senses other than sight.

"− fuck − oh God −" He gasped, completely relaxed and satisfied, lazily opening his eyes, looking at the screen again, noticing that by some miracle the action had moved to Rivendell.

They both inhaled loudly when the light in the driveway turned on, and after a moment they heard the sound of a key turning in the lock.

They looked at each other in horror, his stepsister quickly got up from him with a loud splat of his cock against his stomach, grabbing her underwear, shorts and top.

He stood up zipping up his trousers, wanting to give her a bit more time occupying whoever came in, fixing his hair in the mirror and suddenly Daeron walked in, all weepy. He swallowed loudly in relief, looking at him in disbelief.

"What happened?" He asked, trying to hide the tremor in his voice and the loud pounding of his heart. Daeron shrugged his shoulders.

"Nothing. Thomas is not as nice as I thought. He only gave me his worst toys to play with and we only played the games he likes." He mumbled pulling off his shoes − he licked his lips, glancing quickly over his shoulder, hearing the rustling of the fabric, looking back at him.

"And what are you doing? Watching The Lord of the Rings?" He asked curiously, apparently hearing the dialogues, going deeper − he wanted to stop him and went after him, but their stepsister was already sitting on the blanket, dressed as before, only slightly more red, scared and smiling at the same time.

"Hi. Yes, we are watching The Fellowship of the Ring. Do you want to join in?" She asked softly and he nodded wiping his cheeks, pulling his backpack off his back and laying down next to her, taking a handful of crisps in his hand.

"I'm going to go to the toilet for a while, you keep watching." She mumbled, and he led her away with an amused look, thinking only of the fact that, sure enough, his semen was just running down her thighs.

She came back after a few minutes and lay down between him and Daeron, slipping under the blanket, his hand immediately going to her thigh − he felt her flinch and swallow loudly, her fingers slid down to gently stroke his bare skin.

They gave up after watching the second part, deciding that they would finish together the next day, and covered themselves with a shared blanket, with the other enveloping Daeron, who had already fallen asleep a few hours earlier.

He embraced her from behind, deciding that he didn't give a shit if his brother woke up and saw it, or if he told their parents about it.

All he was focused on was the pleasant warmth of her body and the smell of her hair, his nose pressed into the hollow of her neck, her fingers entwined with his.

"− wanna be my girlfriend? −" He hummed softly into her ear, just thinking about how both wonderful and fucked up this vision of a relationship was.

She nodded silently, wrapping herself more tightly with his arms, pressing her back and buttocks against his body − he could feel that she was smiling. He murmured contentedly and snuggled into her closing his eyes, finally falling asleep.

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backtothefanfiction · 3 months

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Hiii! i love your writing 😘 if your ok with writing this could i request some fluffy dad!felix catton if you have any in store?! again, totally understand if your uncomfortable writing this or just don’t want to 😊😊

It’s taken me a while to get to this because I’ve been struggling to find my way in when it comes to Felix as a Dad. I’m not sure if I do have a Dad!Felix fluff in me but I do have some thoughts/head canons on Felix as a Dad as a whole I’m slowly developing. So here are those…

Felix is all in in the newborn stage. It’s a novelty for him. The easy stage before they find their voices and start screaming the place down. When all you have to do is hold them, feed them, change them. He’s so there for that.

He’s happy to get up in the middle of the night, looking out the windows at the grounds with a baby in his arms, telling stories and recounting memories of his youth and that time running around the grounds with Farleigh and Venetia.

He loves see you with HIS child. He’s very protective. While you lie in his bed with tea and toast, feeding your child he shoos everyone else from the room, not wanting to share that sight or special time with anyone else in the family. Venetia is the only one who occasionally slips through the cracks. (She is a great aunt to your child by the way)

When the baby starts to grow older though he begins to struggle. You are a very hands on parent in comparison to him and he’s happy for you to be. After all his mother was very hands on with him and Venetia, however as a child he never saw his Dad there as much as his Mum and so has adopted a similar way of thinking that of his father and grandfather that fussing kids is a Mother problem.

Don’t get me wrong, he still loves showing up to be the fun dad. Running across the lawns with them. Enabling their hobbies and paying for anything they want. But when it comes to the hard stuff you feel completely abandoned.

As time goes on you realise you aren’t on the same wave length about parenting at all. And a lot of that has to do with Felix’s upbringing and family.

Elspeth is always there to step in and make a fuss, forcing herself on her grandchildren like she makes everything better, but often (especially if a child is already in a tantrum state it can sometimes make it worse until she just hands the child back and leaves you with a screaming child.

When Felix’s mates come knocking, asking him to go on golfing or skiing holidays with them it’s always “you’ve got this, haven’t you babe? Great. I love you. See you in a week.”

And because that’s how Felix was raised, what he observed from his family over the years, he honestly knows no better.

“If you’re struggling we can just get a Nanny.” He says when you confront him. It always has you seeing red. “I don’t want a Nanny Felix. I want US to raise our kids.”

You realise the only way things will change is if you all get out of that house and away from his family. So you give him the ultimatum: “it’s either us or your family.”

Of course it’s that honour in him, that unspoken traditional allegiance to your wife and kids that has him reluctantly agreeing, hoping in a few months you’ll see sense and see how difficult it is without all the servants and his daddy’s money. But you thrive, despite the way Felix shuffles his feet and does the bare minimum in protest.

After another argument where you tell him to show up or fuck off back to his family he finally takes you seriously and the more time he spends with you and your family and more modest hands on parenting and living styles he begins to thrive, seeing that the grass can be greener on the other side.

The more time away from his family he sees how toxic his families dynamic is. When you visit he sticks up for his kids and is protective of them when his parents begin to push their values and views on his kids.

You stand by him as he begins to put in boundaries and really analyse his life, his youth, his privilege and how it has in fact hindered him in life in so many basic ways. You support him and feel pride when he helps enforce those boundaries around his parents, his family as he ultimately gives them the same ultimatum you gave him all those years ago.

Although his father is reluctant, Elspeth is desperate to know her grandchildren and apologised to you both and promises to respect your parenting choices and swears to try and uphold those values in front of your children as much as she can.

With the new boundaries in place, summers in Saltburn become regular things for your kids. All of you playing together on the grounds. Chasing each other through the maze. Swimming in the pool and the lake.You and Felix set up scavenger hunts for your kids. And they ultimately grow up with the best of both worlds.

So yeah. Those are my more realistic Dad Felix thoughts. Tell me what you think….

#felix catton imagine #dad!felix #Felix Catrin #Felix catton x reader #dad!felix x reader #felix catton fluff #Felix catton headcanons #saltburn #saltburn imagines #saltburn x reader

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luveline · 9 months

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Omg Jade, I’ve been LOVING the asf resurgence ☺️☺️ It hits my heart in all the right ways!!

I was wondering if would please write something showing more of the burrow from asf? Would love to see Molly (alongside Fred ofc!) doting on the reader. Maybe she feels poorly during a gathering? Just an idea - no pressure ofc to respond or to go in this direction. Thank you either way!!! 😊

tysm for ur request!! sorry this took me a whole month ♡ fem!reader, 1.5k

cw mental health issues/ poor eating habits

The popcorn is greasy between your fingers. You look down at a slightly burned kernel without much feeling, giving it a squeeze to listen to the styro-foamy groan as it breaks.

The crumbs fall down the front of your hoodie. The mess is enough to make you feel something other than tired, blinking to attention while you pick tiny bits from your tummy.

Fred's hand reaches over to help. "Whoops," he says, flicking them off of the sofa onto the rug.

"Don't do that," you chastise without any heat, nudging his knee with yours. "Your poor mum will have to clean it up."

"No she won't."

"Are you going to hoover before we go?" you ask.

Fred puts his hand on your thigh for an unapologetic feel. "No. She'd be offended."

It's hard to describe how something as simple and as normal as Fred's hand on your leg can make you feel. Suddenly, you aren't alone in your head, feeling all sorts of awful. There's someone with you.

Fred often laments (with sympathy) that you live in the past. He's not wrong. There are things that haunt you without pulling punches, stuff that makes you feel sick even though you can't remember how it all went anymore. It's like your body has caught hold of the way you felt at the time and is now throwing you into the deep end, no warnings.

George takes the popcorn bowl from your lap, a lazy heist from his positioning on the floor. He, Ron, and Harry play a game of exploding snap that smells like no one's winning by your shoes.

Bill and Fleur sit on bean bags by the fire, their legs interlocked, and the baby (who isn't a baby anymore, actually, a brand new toddler) waddles around the room in footie pyjamas. Every time you see Victoire, you wonder if she's an easy baby, and if you'd be a good mom. If you're even capable.

Things tend to twist from there. Capable in any capacity? You're sure there are a hundred different things that Fred wants from you that he will never be able to have. A girlfriend who doesn't shut down when she's worried. A partner who pulls their weight. You let him down pretty much every day though he doesn't say, in your uselessness. You're awful. He deserves better than someone who's clinging to the bad things that happened to her (though you don't want to cling, you can't seem to make yourself stop).

Fred's hand abandons your thigh. He sits up in his seat on the sofa to wrap his arm behind your neck instead, encouraging your head under his. With the side of his chin pressed to your temple, he doesn't say a word.

Molly appears from the garden with a handful of fresh lemon balm. "Who wants a cup of tea?" she asks.

Her eyes flicker straight for you. Fred told you once that Harry used to be her favourite child. It confused you —family is much more than blood, but still, there's so many to choose from and they're all brilliant, so why Harry?

He was the one who needed the favouritism most, Fred says. Mum has a built-in pain detector. She knows when people need love.

"We'll have a cup of tea," Fred says, rubbing your shoulder.

"Obviously," Molly says, though what's obvious about it escapes you. "Anyone else?"

There's a chorus of requests, most of which you can't keep straight. Molly's brilliant, she doesn't miss a beat. "Lovely," she says with a smile.

"I'll come help you, mum," George says, using your legs as a brace to get up.

You kick him without force in the leg. He turns to you, shooting you an adoring, saccharine smile with hands at his chest curved into a heart shape.

"He's in a mood today," Fred says.

Your sleeves bunch under his hands with every upward swipe. You sit there for a while feeling off. Something is wrong, some pit sucking you in, but nothing's happened. It's been a while since you felt this suddenly sick —you're better than you were, but you aren't better.

"It's okay," Fred says, like he can read your mind. His reassurance kisses warm over your cheek. "Do you want to go home?"

He doesn't seem upset with you. If anything, he's chipper, like he'd love to go home with you. It's a charade for your benefit to erase the guilt that comes with yanking him out of family time, and you don't fall for it.

Yet you can't make yourself smile. You aren't as good of an actor as he is. "No," you mumble, pulling away from his loving embrace to meet his eyes.

He inches closer, hand sliding down your arm.

"I love you," he says very quietly. He's at risk of being heard by three different brothers, each of which might rip him to shreds for being as whipped as he sounds.

You don't not want to say it back. Sometimes it's hard. Fred isn't telling you for a parroting, anyhow, and he doesn't care when you fail to answer.

"Let's go help make tea," he says, standing up. You don't want to move, but you'd rather not stay by yourself. You've no choice but to follow him through the living room and into the kitchen.

"Hi, dearie," Molly says. You realise she's talking to you, not Fred. "You look like you need something to eat. I'll make you something sweet, how does that sound?"

It sounds like a bad idea. "That sounds great."

She nudges George off with his tray of tea to stand in front of you. "There's a good girl," she says, squeezing your elbow. "Fred says you're not eating, but you were fine at breakfast. Feeling better?"

"Mum," Fred says, sending you an apologetic look. "Sorry, I don't mean to gossip about you–"

"No, it's okay. It's nice, it's… a privilege to be worried about," you say, though you wish he wouldn't.

Molly shakes her head, ginger kinks swishing over her shoulders. "It's not a privilege, lovely. That's just what family does, mm? You worry about Freddie, he worries about you, and I'll worry about both of you."

"You don't have to worry about us, mum."

"I know. It's a privilege, though, to be the one worrying," Molly says, offering you a gentle smile.

"Right," you say.

"So stop pretending you're okay and have a seat. Freddie, you better go and get her one of your blankets, I think."

Fred grins and exits the kitchen quickly to avoid giving you time to protest. Ever a people pleaser, you sit down at the table in one of the chairs with a tall back. Molly puts down a cup of tea in front of you, swiftly followed by a plate of biscuits, a toasted, buttered currant scone, and a blueberry muffin sliced down the middle.

That's what gets you. The muffin cut in half, paper peeled away. Molly has no reason to like you; you make Fred happy, but you know you've made him so, so sad, sometimes. You've weighed him down. You're not the best he could've had, but his family don't care. He doesn't care. He loves you enough to breeze into the kitchen with a throw blanket, wrap it around your shoulders, and nestle a kiss behind your ear.

You scramble to grab his arms rather than let him stand again. He startles at first, but he recovers, and his arms curl around your front with enthusiasm that can't be faked.

"I love you," he murmurs. Words slid together like he's tipped them out, impossible to deny. "Try not to wind yourself up, alright? It's a normal day. The only people who matter are you and me, yeah?"

"Yeah," you say through a lump.

"I'll be just in the living room if you need me," Molly says.

"Thanks, mum," Fred says, perching his chin atop your head.

He waits for her to leave and plants a kiss on the highest point of your cheek. When you smile, he tracks them all over. Kiss to your head, your ear, the soft line of your jaw.

"Do you want to talk about something? Or should we think about other things?" he asks.

It's a strange, coddling way to ask if there's something in particular that's upset you, but it's nice to be coddled. Truthfully, there's nothing concrete that hurts. A little bit of everything. The world is busy and life is hard and people aren't always kind, and you'll always be unbalanced by that. Luckily, Fred's there to hold you up, together, whatever you need.

"Do you want half of my muffin?" you ask.

"I'm eyeing up your scone, honestly."

"You can have it if you want it."

Fred hugs you tightly. "And deprive you? No way. I'll settle for the muffin if you feed it to me," he says hopefully.

You twist in your chair, holding a bit of the muffin up for him to eat.

"I love you," you say. In a horror story, a nightmare, your nearly constant thoughts, he scoffs in your face.

Fred swallows roughly. "I know. S'why you're gonna let me have half the scone, too."

It's awfully cheesy, but you'd give him much more than a scone. You'd give him anything he asked you to give.

"Greedy," you say.

"I resent that, ghost."

#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #a special friend universe

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padfootdaredmetoo · 2 years

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Omg okay this is super angsty but you know how Tommy pretty much raised Ada and Finn alongside Polly? Imagine if there was another Shelby sister born after the boys came back from the war, and Tommy raising their new baby sister (who is a spitting imagine of Tommy) from birth on and she gets confused and calls him “Daddy” when she’s a toddler as he’s a father figure to his baby sister, and him having to go, “No sweetie, I’m your big brother” and having to explain why she doesn’t have a mommy and daddy and Y/n saying that she wishes that he was her dad 😭UGH I AM SORRY FOR SUCH AN ANGSTY ASK

This was adorable! Thank you for another great request I hope no one minds that the last few were a bit on the shorter side. Finding a gif for this was really tough.

Warnings: sad kiddos. Hurt comfort.

Waking up in the morning was hard enough. But now he cursed his mother's name under his breath.

Little Margaret Shelby was 4 and a half years old, and when Thomas came home from France she was slightly unsure of him. He’d raised her before the war but those memories were far gone in her little head.

Now that the boys had settled in, she was very sure of him. She knocked on his door every morning, struggle to open the door, then picking up the mug of tea because she didn't have hands big enough to do both at the same time. And it was the worst tea imaginable, but she would sit on the bottom of his bed proudly, looking at him like he was a Saint.

“Daddy, what are we going to do today?” She looked at him with the same blue eyes he saw every time he looked in a mirror. He briefly choked on his mouthful of tea, hating the way it burned, just as much as the fact he had to experience the sip twice.

“Margaret.” He sighed. He was avoiding this and hoped that she just looked up to him. Remembering the way he would see her hurt watching John’s kids pile into his arms every night, his heart felt like it was going to give out.

“Have I upsetted you?” She stumbled on the words as her eyes started to sting. Her lip fought hard not to curl the way it used to when she was a baby.

“No, love. But I’m your brother, like John and Arthur. Not your father.” He got it over with. She wouldn't be small forever, and this would be a bad memory lost amongst the sea of bad memories children born in this family experienced. But watching her head give a little nod and how her tiny fingers clenched into fists, he wanted to find something to say to make things better.

“But we look the same.” She said in a quivering voice. He knew from Polly’s letters that she’d gotten attached to a photo of him, absolutely certain that he was her father. Polly tried to tell her multiple times, eventually forcing the girl to keep her thoughts to herself. Polly warned him that she would probably work up the nerve to ask, and she did her best to keep them apart thinking the distance would help. Probably why the girl would try to wake up before everyone to visit him.

“I suppose we do.” He tried to make his voice sound cheerful, but even he could tell it fell short.

“Where’s mum and dad then?” tears started to run down her little rosy cheeks.

“Mum jumped into the cut, dad left us.” He wanted to lie to her, but somehow the truth was easier.

“They didn’t want me.” The girl was crushed. He quickly abandoned his tea on the night table and motioned her to come closer. She wasted no time settling herself under his arm.

“Mum and Dad didn’t want any of us. Nothing to do with you.” She nodded and he could tell she was going her best to put on a brave face.

“And you won’t be my dad.” She pushed her head into his shirt so he couldn't see her face.

“Doesn't mean I won’t love you. Look after ya and stuff.” Her eyes met his and suddenly he didn’t mind the horrible tea or the way she followed him around every second he was home.

“Where did mum swim to?”

“Heaven.” He answered and her face fell again.

“You won’t swim to heaven right?” He knew she was asking him not to leave her behind as they did. But his mind wandered to the gun in his night table, opium pipe under his bed, and the horrid men digging on the other side of his wall all night. He made a choice.

He knew how bad this would be for someone so soft and small, the thought of her being alone like he was in the chaos that was this family, it wasn't something another person needed to experience.

“Promise. If I leave it's because they dragged me kicking and screaming. Not going to leave you anywhere, love.” He kissed the top of her head, thinking the words were going to be harder to say but it was easy. Her mood perked up and she snuggled in against him, eyes fluttering shut. He realized that he often got up with the sun every morning meaning she must get up even earlier to struggle with the kettle.

“How bout we make tea together in the mornings?”

She smiled at him and he hoped that making it together prevented him from another horrid potion and that she’d sleep in a little later.

After that was all said and done, he didn't make an effort for anyone in his race to the top, not for anyone but her. Because everything was for her. He wanted her in the best school by the time she was 7, wanted her to have the things they didn't, and needed to get things legal by the time she was old enough to notice things.

But most importantly, when he came home every night he made sure to catch her as she jumped off the third step and twirl her around saying he’d missed her.

Polly didn't understand his vicious business motives until he bought Arrow House. He asked her to live with them as he hadn't found a wife and didn't want Margaret alone while he worked. She watched as Tommy’s face lit up as the girl screamed her head off in excitement over her new room. With gold stars hanging from the ceiling and every toy imaginable.

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She would wander into the kitchens to find him up late working next to her while a tutor helped her with maths far beyond the capabilities of anyone in the family.

Every horse they raced she named.

When she didn't get along with Grace, he sent her packing.

When Lizzie became pregnant, Thomas was more worried about how Margaret would handle it. To his relief, she only hugged on to Lizzie, crying into the fabric of her dress promising to be the best big sister ever. Happy that the girl idolized Lizzie.

He had no chance at being her big brother, not that he really tried at all. He was going to be whatever she wanted him to be, and to her amazement, he didn't seem to mind one bit. Somehow she made a family out of them. One Polly was very proud of.

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby #tommy shelby imagine #thomas shelby imagine #tommy shelby & daughter #thomas shelby #shelby sister imagine #shelby sister #peaky blinders imagine

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bella-rose29 · 5 months

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You can what?!

requested by anon: Hey! If you’re still taking requests, can I request platonic Lockwood x reader (cousin) who finds out reader can communicate with like, weaker ghosts

I got a bit carried away and it's turned out as more of a 'reader, holly and George are matchmakers' fic, but hopefully this is still vaguely what you wanted, anon! <333

(I'm also not gonna lie I had no idea how to end this so it feels kinda weird at the end)

Word count: 2k

Warnings: swearing, locklyle not realising that they're locklyle, George is annoyed about that

Tag list: @anathemaloren, @augustisintheair, @avdiobliss, @briar-rose23, @dangelnleif, @el-de-phi, @ell0ra-br3kk3r, @informedimagining, @karensirkobabes, @light-23, @locknco, @mischivana, @mitskiswift99, @mrsklockwood, @mrsyixingunicorn10, @no-morning-glories, @novelizt, @ran23sblog, @superpositvecloudshipper, @t2sh0, @taygrls, @tournesol77, @whenselenefallsinlove, @wordsarelife

(not my gif, credit to owner <3)

Lucy Carlyle was the best Listener in London, hell, in England, and Anthony Lockwood was proud to call her his friend.

Her abilities came in handy when they were in a sticky situation, and often lead to her finding the Source of a Visitor much more quickly than if she lacked the skill.

Unfortunately, she was also stubborn, and when she refused to do what Lockwood asked for whatever reason it was at the time, she meant it. That then left the other members of Lockwood and Co to fend for themselves, guessing at what the Skull was saying to her through the jar, and hoping that eventually they would fix the issue that had affronted Lucy and she would pay attention to them all again.

Lockwood was particularly annoying when this happened, in George's opinion, because while he could see it clear as day that Lockwood and Lucy were meant for each other, they themselves apparently couldn't. Lockwood got twitchy when Lucy wasn't listening to him, and when Lockwood got twitchy the whole house knew about it.

That was partly why, one sunny morning in July when the doorbell rang and made George spill his tea over himself, muttering expletives under his breath as he wiped it off and opened the front door to see a young person stood with a suitcase and a wide smile, he invited them in at their claim that they were Lockwood's cousin. There was something in the back of his mind that told him that they might be able to sort Lockwood out, and he hoped to everything that he was right.

"Y/n. I did write ahead to let him know I was coming, but I doubt he actually read it if you weren't expecting me."

"He didn't mention anything. George," he said, sticking out a hand and wincing when Y/n grabbed it with force.

"Nice to meet you, George! I don't need to stay here, by the way. I can find accommodation elsewhere if there isn't any room." Charm must have run in the family, because while George didn't normally find himself warming up to people right away, there was something about Y/n that made him want to be friends. He found that he was making excuses for Lockwood and his lack of preparation, or perception, and wondered what the hell was going on.

"George? Who is it?" Lockwood's voice rang down the stairs, and a moment later his body appeared, bright pink socks poking out from under his trousers. "Y/n? What are you doing here?"

"I did write," they said, amused smile on their face. Lockwood looked embarrassed as he moved forward for a hug, wrapping his arms around Y/n's frame.

"Sorry. We've had a lot of mail recently. Why... are you here? Not that it's not lovely to see you!"

"If you'd read my letter then you'd know, dipshit. Mum's got a business trip and Dad has to work extra hours because we're falling behind on bills, so I thought I'd come and stay with you guys. Like I said to George, if you don't have room then I can find somewhere else to stay; it's not a problem."

"Nonsense. We'll find a spot for you here. I think we still have a blow-up mattress somewhere, so we can put that wherever it will fit."

"Thank you. Oh, hello!" Lucy had appeared at the sound of voices in the hallway, and upon sighting her Y/n had waved in greeting. "I'm Y/n, Lockwood's cousin. It's lovely to meet you!"

"Lucy, hi. Sorry, Lockwood didn't mention a cousin?"

"His fault. He very rarely talks about his biological relatives at the best of times, so I don't blame you for not knowing about me. You're Lucy Carlyle, yes?"

"Uh- yeah?"

"Lovely! I've read pretty much everything about you in the papers. Not in a creepy way," they said at the alarmed look on Lucy's face. "I'm a Listener too, so I just wanted to see if I could learn anything from you."

"Oh."

A pause followed, where everybody was stood in the hallway (although Holly had yet to appear) just staring at each other. Lockwood cleared his throat, trying to clear the awkwardness in the air.

"Anyone for tea?"

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George was intrigued.

He was often intrigued, to be fair, but something about Y/n made him want to study them under a microscope. Within five minutes of arriving, they had managed to stop Lockwood's twitching, get Lucy talking to Lockwood again, and had somehow made Holly laugh without a care in the world.

Even Lockwood himself couldn't do that half the time, and his cousin had turned up and done it right away.

George was glad that Lucy and Lockwood were on speaking terms again, and she'd stopped being quite so stubborn about not working the next case with them (although Lockwood had been forced to change his plan of action around to accommodate). Currently the five of them were sat in the kitchen, cups of tea being passed around while Y/n chatted to Holly about something or other. Lockwood had planted himself on the chair next to Lucy's, and George had to suppress an eye-roll at his boss' need to be so physically close to the girl he liked. Why he didn't just fess up, George had no idea, but if one of them didn't make a move soon he was going to have to do it for them.

Maybe he could lock them in the basement together until something happened. Then he'd have the rest of the house to himself, nice and peaceful.

Y/n seemed to have noticed their cousin's behaviour too, raising an eyebrow at George across the table when they saw Lockwood sit down, handing Lucy her tea with a soft smile. George had only shaken his head, exasperation written all over his face.

The conversation died down for a moment, everybody sipping their tea and munching on the biscuits that had been laid out on a plate, until suddenly Y/n gasped. The sound was so loud and unexpected that George spilt his tea over himself for the second time that morning, and he was just moving to grab some tissue when they spoke.

"Is that a Sunrise Corporation jar?"

Lockwood was the one to reply, muttering a hesitant yes.

"May I?" Y/n asked, already reaching for the jar that had hastily had a cloth thrown over it. Lucy nodded, her expression nervous. The skull came into view, and despite the early hour and the sunlight streaming in a faint green glow could be seen. "Holy shit, this is awesome. Wait," they furrowed their brow, "aren't these kept by Fittes?"

"I might have taken it as a parting gift when I got fired," George said, sitting back down in his chair. His hands still stung slightly from the tea.

"A 'parting gift', huh?" Y/n's eyes were practically sparkling, but they quickly looked away when something else drew their attention. "Wait." They were staring at the ghost jar. "Wait. Lucy Carlyle, is this a Type Three ghost?!"

"Uh... yeah?"

"Could you make out what it just said? Because all I got was some unintelligible mutterings."

"He- actually, it's probably best that you didn't hear what the skull said."

"Hang on a minute," Lockwood piped up. "Y/n, how come you could hear something?"

"Oh, I can talk to ghosts."

"You can what?!"

"You heard me. Don't make me say it again just because your hearing's gone, old man."

"We're basically the same age!"

"You're older though."

"Stop changing the subject!"

Y/n sighed, rubbing a hand over their face as they sunk back into their chair. "I can talk to ghosts. Not all of them, and it doesn't always work, but most of the time I can hold some sort of a conversation with Type Ones. I haven't been able to get much further than that. Well," they eyed the jar in front of them. "Until today. Although I couldn't actually make the words out, so I guess technically it doesn't count."

"How long have you been able to do this?" Holly asked after a significant pause in the conversation. Y/n shrugged.

"Not long. I figured out that I could hear some ghosts better than others a good few years ago, it just took a little bit longer to realise that I could communicate with them too."

"And you never told me?" Lockwood frowned, a flash of hurt passing over his face.

"You never listened, which is kinda funny, actually, given how much you were always too busy trying to tell me about your 'excellent Listener and amazing friend Lucy Carlyle'," Y/n said, mimicking Lockwood's voice as they spoke and emphasising the word 'Listener' to drive their point home. Lockwood himself starting blushing, the back of his neck and the tips of his ears going red, and Lucy looked mildly awkward sat between the two of them.

"I don't sound like that," Lockwood protested after a moment of spluttering, and Y/n just snorted.

"You absolutely do. Holly or George, either one of you can answer this: has my cousin proposed yet, or does he need to grow a pair?"

Lockwood and Lucy both gaped at Y/n, and Holly and George shared a look before answering at the same time.

"They don't even know that-"

"Really it's ridiculous how-"

"-they're obsessed with each other and-"

"-they don't even notice that they have feelings and-"

"it's so frustrating!" Both of them finished their sentences at the same time, and in the same way, and the other three stared at Holly and George's outburst. Y/n recovered first, sending a smug smile in the direction of their cousin, who was stubbornly ignoring everybody else in the room.

"You know, I've been around the two of you for what, twenty minutes maybe? And I noticed whatever weird thing you have going on right away. So maybe you need to start listening, Lockwood, and then you won't be quite so mopey all the time 'cause you'll have a girlfriend."

Lockwood himself had nothing to say, it seemed, too embarrassed at the entire situation to do anything but hide behind his hands and blush, and Lucy looked like she had long since zoned out of the conversation to save herself from further awkwardness. George didn't bother hiding his eye-roll this time, and even exaggerated it a little to make it more obvious.

"They're not exactly wrong, you know. Anyway, I think that us three," he gestured to himself, Y/n and Holly, "should head off somewhere else. I've got some questions for your cousin, Lockwood, and I'm sure Holly won't want to be left alone with you two." He stood up, scraping his chair against the kitchen tiles and making his way over to the kitchen door, and Y/n and Holly followed shortly after. "We'll see you later, yeah?" George didn't give them a chance to reply, instead ushering the other two out and closing the door shut behind him, breathing a sigh of relief. Y/n looked amused by the whole situation, a faint smile playing on their face as they looked past George at the door.

"Do you think they'll finally confess?" Holly asked, her tone hopeful.

"I really really hope so. I don't know what more we can do, to be honest."

"I can always try and communicate with your skull in a jar. I imagine it'll want someone new to gossip with, so I can get all the good stuff," Y/n said, and George was half tempted to go back and grab the jar off the table to get them to try.

He was stopped, though, by the sound of the door opening behind them, and Lockwood and Lucy stepped out, faces bright with blushes.

"Oh. Didn't think that you lot would be... alright," Lockwood looked pleased, and George only needed to take one look at the two of them to know what had happened.

"Finally. Can we test out Y/n's ability now that you two are together?"

"George!" Lucy hissed, resembling an angry cat. Lockwood only laughed, nodding.

"I'd like to test some things too, actually. Only if you're alright with it?"

"Course not. As long as you get me food I don't mind."

"Deal."

#lockwood and co #anthony lockwood #lockwood & co #locklyle #lockwood and lucy #lockwood x lucy #platonic lockwood x reader #George karim #holly munro

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wheretheharekissesthefox · 29 days

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Lavender and Starflower (Mobster AU) - Chapter 1

The Dekarios Clan reigns over Waterdeep as the city’s protector for centuries. Suddenly, the Clan gets challenged by Cazador, the head of the Szarr Clan that rules over Baldur’s Gate. Of course, such an attack won’t be tolerated and the intruder must be forced back and out of the City of Splendors. While fixing destroyed protection sigils, Gale, wizard prodigy and heir of the Dekarios Clan, meets a charming stranger called Astarion. And Gale makes the biggest mistake of his life; he invites the pale elf into his home.

Trigger warning (18+): graphic description of sex, graphic description of violence, non-con/rape, smut, angst, emotional rollercoaster, mobster AU

I have no idea where I'm going with this one yet, but I was inspired to start writing it when I saw this artwork by @arczism (I hope you like this mobster AU, Arczi <3)

The poem's my own, but is inspired by 'The Starry Night' by Anne Sexton. Also, I named the poet after her, lol.

This is obviously an AU that isn't related to my other work.

Ah, yes, Waterdeep. The City of Splendors. It was especially beautiful at this time of the year: autumn.

Gale Dekarios, wizard prodigy and heir of the Dekarios Clan, watched the pigeons on the balcony's parapet as he drank his cup of lavender tea. When he caught a motion in his peripheral vision, he smiled and said: "Not today, Tara. Leave the pigeons be."

The calico tressym – it's a tressym, not a cat, mind you – huffed.

"Can't a lady have hobbies?" she asked, miffed.

"You can hunt as many pigeons as you want, my dear Tara, but not the ones on my balcony because some of them are carrier pigeons and I need them."

The addressed sighed deeply, but walked back to the fluffy pillows in front of the crackling fireplace.

"Alright, I'll leave them be – for you. Because I love you oh-so much, Mr. Dekarios,"she said, long-sufferingly.

"Thanks, Tara," chuckled Gale and finished his tea.

Right on time, as always, there were three quick knocks at the door.

"Come in!" the wizard prodigy shouted while he stood up and took the jacket from the back of his chair.

A massive half-orc entered, long, black hair in a messy bun and a pair of glasses on his big nose.

"Good evening, Murk. How are you?"

"'m good, Gale, Sir. Are ya ready to go? The boss wants to see ya."

The addressed sighed, but nodded. While he followed his quasi-bodyguard across the halls of the Dekarios Estate, Gale straightened the collar of his black jacket. Modern formal wear. That's all the boss got today. Gale wasn't in the mood to don the traditional robes for the visit.

Murk knocked at the office door, opened it, and stuck his head in.

"Uhm, boss? Your son's here."

"Excellent. Come in – both of you."

Murk held the door open and Gale took a deep breath before he entered the spacious office.

Morena Dekarios, head of the Dekarios Clan and Archmage of Waterdeep, stood in front of the window and watched the vespertine hustle and bustle of the harbour. Her long, brown hair flowed over her shoulders and her back, spilling and curling like the sea. The dark purple robe she wore – she demanded to call it a robe even though it was more of a dress in Gale's opinion – hugged her curvy body and looked absolutely stunning. Morena was a gorgeous woman and anyone who claims that women over forty are unattractive has no idea what they're talking about.

Gale indicated a small bow.

"Hello, mum, how can I help?"

His mother smiled, closed the short distance between them, and stroke Gale's cheek tenderly.

"My darling boy," Morena said, "you look dashing tonight – even without the family robe."

She kissed his cheek – she was a rather tall woman – and hugged him tightly. Gale returned the warm embrace happily, but muttered: "What's wrong, mum?"

The addressed sighed.

"It's that pretentious prick of Baldur's Gate. That greedy bastard of a clan leader. Cazador." Morena spat his name like it was putrid. Then, she finally let go of her son, with furrowed brows and visibly enraged. "He already reigns over all of Baldur's Gate, but no, that's not enough for that utter prick! Now, he's waltzing into our city and thinks he can take it too! How dare he!"

"But," Gale furrowed his brows, "what's he doing here? The Szarr Clan never tried to expand their territory before. Why now?"

"I don't know, and that's what worries me," replied Morena. "As Waterdeep's Archmage family, it is our duty to keep the city safe. Szarr's lackeys already tried to break multiple protection sigils in the city. And for some reason, they're attacking brothels first." Morena frowned. "I don't know what Cazador's goal is exactly, but I won't let him run around in our city and frighten our prostitutes! They're very important for our business and the best unconventional way to receive certain information. I won't tolerate Cazador's behaviour and we will show him where he belongs and with whom he's messing with." She sighed and brushed a stray hair behind her ear. She looked at Gale and continued in a much softer tone. "Dear, I'd like you to check on the brothels and fix the broken protection sigils. Meanwhile, I'll have some meetings to attend to calm down certain politicians, nobles, clerics, and other people in power who act like scared chicken."

"But, mum, it's Friday night. Everybody's out partying with their friends," Gale objected.

"Dear," Morena look at him with raised eyebrows, "you neither have friends, nor do you like partying."

"Ouch."

"Well, don't try to fool your mother. See you later, my darling boy."

"See you later, mum."

Chuckling, Gale kissed his mother goodbye and left the Dekarios Estate with Murk. Together, they made their way through the city, from brothel to brothel, and took a look at the damage.

Gale was confused about Cazador's attempts to break the protection sigils of brothels. It would make much more sense to do this to spells cast on the bank, government buildings, or the homes of nobles instead.

Maybe, it's some kind of reverse psychology trick, pondered Gale. What else would the Szarr Clan want to achieve with unsafe brothels?

After repairing the last protection spell, Murk fidgeted around, slightly bashful.

"Uhm, Gale, Sir? Since we're done with work, could I stay here and order a drink or two? And maybe a girl?"

"Of course, Murk. I'll find home by myself," Gale answered with a chuckle. He waved everyone goodbye and left through the back door. Sighing deeply, Gale looked up at the small strip of the night sky that was visible between the buildings' roofs.

"Lovely night, isn't it?"

Startled, Gale turned to find the man who'd spoken the words - and the sight took his breath away.

There were silver-white curls, striking eyes, pale skin, and black leather. So much black leather.

The man, an elf, smirked. A haughty little thing that didn't show his teeth (which were probably perfect too, Gale imagined).

"Cat got your tongue?" the stranger teased.

"No." Gale cleared his throat. "I simply didn't expect company for my stargazing.

'And the day drowns in the darkness of the sky,

while the night boils with sparkling stars.

Painted with fae dust and magic in jars,

oh, starry night, this is how I want to die.'"

"Hmm... Annelore Nixton. I love her poems," the elf mused. "They always have a certain inclination towards the macabre."

Gale beamed at him, asking: "You know her poems? You have no idea how rare it is to meet someone who knows her. I mean, sure, Elven poets aren't popular with most humans, but -"

He paused when he heard the stranger chuckle.

"An admirer of Elven poetry. How droll." The handsome stranger smirked again and held out his hand. "My name's Astarion and with whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?"

"Gale. Gale of Waterdeep," replied the wizard and shook the offered hand. It was cool to the touch and Gale wondered for how long Astarion had been standing out here.

"Well then, Gale of Waterdeep, how about a drink? Or something else?" the pale elf asked.

"Something else?"

"Mh, yes, darling." Astarion placed a hand on Gale's upper arm and stepped closer. A wave of rosemary, bergamot, and brandy wafted over, and Gale inhaled deeply. Gods, Astarion smelled so good. Smirking knowingly, the latter leaned in, purring: "You could recite more poetry to me. Or, we could have some fun."

Gale swallowed thickly.

"Fun?" he squeaked.

"Sex, darling. Only if you want to, of course."

Gale paused, looking Astarion up and down.

"Are you a prostitute? I mean nothing against said profession, I'm very openminded. You're just very blunt about your approach and –"

"Even if I would be a prostitute, I wouldn't charge you," interrupted Astarion. "You caught my eye and I think you're endearing and sweet. I can even imagine that you have a library at home."

"I do, in fact," Gale said proudly. After a moment of hesitation, he asked the one thing his mother forbade him to ask. "Would you like to see it?"

The elf's smirk widened.

"I'd loved to, darling. Take me home."

And Gale opened a portal and, for the very first time, invited a stranger into his home.

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butyou-callmewhenyourebored · 1 year

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This Must Be My Dream - Ross MacDonald - Part 2

Summary: The aftermath of meeting Ross at a wedding and the starts of your relationship.

Warnings: None really. A few swear words. References to past smutty relations between the characters.

Authors Note: First part goes into main character's relationship with Matty and a look at the dynamics of their friendship. Then we head into cute Ross territory.

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Part One

You had known Matty and his family your entire life; what with Matty only being a year older than you and his mum and dad being your God parents, you were always around each other’s houses for tea or together at family functions growing up. Always sat together at the kids tables, which used to make the pair of you roll your eyes, as you itched to be sat with the grown ups especially as you transitioned into teenagers.

Matty had always been musical, you remembered him learning to play the drums as a kid, even though he wasn’t bad you were forever grateful he had met George at school and invited him to be in the band because how different life might have been if he hadn’t.

You were as close as two kids could be considering your families forced you together from a young age, even though you had moved out of Wilmslow pretty early in life at the age of six, granted it was only fifteen minutes up the road to Hale but you didn’t get to see him as much as you liked and maybe if your family hadn’t had moved, you would have been more involved with Ross, Adam and George by now but you knew Auntie Denise and Uncle Tim were never far for you go visit and you could always be found in their living room whether it was annoying Matty or looking after his brother Louis.

As life moved on and you both started to grow up, you tried to stay in contact as much as possible but with the band becoming an international sensation at the release of their debut album. The two of you pretty much didn’t see each other like you would have liked for roughly seven years as The 1975 became his entire life and you started your own career in fashion. You were always the first call for Denise whenever she needed help for an event or photoshoot, which you were always grateful for, always looking after you even as an adult. At this point in your life you were pretty sure you had seen Denise more times in the past two weeks than you had Matty in five years.

Which is funny because despite being as close as brother and sister, you had never formally met his band mates properly apart from George. When you were both eighteen, you drunkly made out with the drummer at a house party over twelve years ago but that hardly counted for knowing him. Especially since you could count on one hand how many times you had spoke to him over the phone in the past twelve years since that moment.

You had of course been to several shows over the years from the tiny dingy venues in Manchester at the beginning of their career, where they were always swept away in the mania of the fans, so you always settled for a quick ‘congratulatory text’ or when they started selling out arenas but you were swept away in an emergency or simply didn’t have time for more than a hug and a smacker to Matty’s cheek as you proclaimed ‘you were super proud of him’ before leaving just as quickly as you arrived.

So you wanted to make sure that now you had Ross in your life, the little fucker included you and invited you to gigs, events and as many birthdays celebrations as possible, that allowed you to fully love on him and his bandmates, especially the bassist! Because they deserved it and you had coming up ten years of unclaimed love for them to soak up!

You personally wanted to soak up the serotonin that ran through your veins whilst you were in Ross’ company; which unfortunately you hadn’t had the privilege of after the morning after the wedding.

After your kiss in the late summer air, the handsome brunette pulled you along with him through the corridors of the wedding venue, giggling as you reached your rooms. But ever the perfect gentleman, Ross didn’t take it any further than a heavy make out session on your hotel room bed. God you really wanted to! But you didn’t want him to think you were always that easy and he promised a proper date before he took you to bed.

But that isn’t to say you didn’t enjoy yourself! When you say “heavy make out session”, youre totally lying, what you really meant to say was there was a lot of touching and the thought of how his cock felt in your hand and how his hands felt on you, is what kept you awake at night whilst he was on tour in the US.

Thankfully you had work whilst they were away and on the run up to Christmas, now you and the band were all back in Cheshire, it was like music for your ears. When you had got wind from Denise that Matty was home, you jumped straight in your car and drove the fifteen minutes back to Wilmslow to get to the little shit!

Upon letting yourself into the house, you found him lounging in his mother’s living room with his feet tucked underneath him and a cuppa in his hand. Ohh how very rock n’ roll! Taking off in an almost sprint, Matty barely had time to put his mug down before you were jumping on top of him to roughly pull him into a hug like you always did when you were kids. Matty’s arm immediately around your middle as he returned your affection, the sound of the shutter of his mum’s iPhone alerted you to the fact you knew that picture was ending up on the internet later.

Pulling away from the embrace, you punched Matthew in the arm without even flinching. The older man rushing to grab hold of the wounded area. “The fuck was that for?” He hissed at you.

“That is for keeping Ross away from me for nearly twenty years! You dickhead!”

“So you needed to punch me?” Matty rubbed his arm, rolling his eyes at you.

“I mean, I’m sure you’ve done something else that warranted it but mainly the Ross thing.” You shrugged; moving to get your own personal space back as you settled next to him, Denise brought you your own cuppa and placing it on the coffee table in front of you with a warm knowing smile before making herself busy in the other room .

“When are you going to shag him anyway? Sick of him moping about and hearing him wank on the tour bus like a teenager to be honest.” His tone annoyingly nonchalant, sipping his brew as he peered over the mug at you, like he didn’t just say something completely crude to you.

You felt the heat rush to your cheeks as you registered what he said. You absolutely weren’t going to divulge that you were on the other end of the phone during those moments because as much as Ross was a gentleman. He had needs and you absolutely had needs too, especially when it came to the sexy bassist in Matty’s band.

“We’re going on a date next Tuesday, actually. We’re heading into Manchester to see Wicked and to grab some dinner!” You couldn’t help but smile thinking about him. Matty reciprocated your smile, genuinely happy that his two best friends were happy and with one another.

“You gonna shag him?”

“Why do you care so much about our sex life?” You sent him your least threatening glare. “That’s a little weird even for you Healy! But to shut you up. No! I don’t sleep with guys on the first date!”

Matty scoffed. You glared. He changed the subject very quickly to when you were were coming to see them on tour.

“Manchester. Obviously! Can’t really have you guys smashing your hometown gig without me. Can I?” You grinned.

“Yeah, you want smashing alright!” He mumbled.

But not quiet enough because Matty shot you a glare, when your foot shot out to kick him and he had to stop himself from spilling his brew all down his front!

Your date with Ross the next week felt like a dream. You went to a fancy restaurant, sat in a secluded booth near the back, ate delicious food, drank incredible wine and giggled like school kids as you spoke in hushed whispers. Sneaking kisses to the scruff of his beard just to see him blush and see that smile of his creep slyly onto his face.

He paid for the bill, much to your protest before holding out his hand for you to take before setting off for the theatre, where you walked hand in hand the entire way. Once you had taken your seat, his hand settled easily on your thigh as you snuggled into his side to watch the show. Your hand resting over his muscular thigh, neither of you moving for the entirety of the time you were inside the theatre before leaving and kissing you on your doorstep and a promise of seeing you soon.

You had never been so enamoured by someone before, he made you feel dizzy and you hadn’t even explored every avenue of your relationship yet but you knew when you did. Ross Macdonald was going to ruin the concept of every single other man for and you didn’t mind one bit whatsoever!

Since your first official date just after Christmas, during that limbo week where nobody knows what the fuck is going on, you hadn’t managed to actually go on a second date or really hang out casually because you had headed straight back to work and so had he and then before you knew it, they were on their UK tour and bringing out Taylor Swift. (Honestly the audacity when Matty knew you weren’t able to make it to London!) But honestly now that you knew you were only a few hours away from seeing your boys. You couldn’t contain the excitement that was bubbling inside you.

Walking backstage before their Manchester show; hand firmly in Ross’ you made effort say to hello to everyone backstage as he guided you towards the green room they were all chilling in. A bright smile on Adam’s face was the first thing you saw as he sat with his wife Carly and jumped up to greet you. As the guitarist hugged you, your eyes flitted across the room to see who else was here when you landed on your Uncle Tim, Louis and Matty in a corner before spotting the gorgeous Charli XCX sat next to George who was already jumping up with a mischievous look etched on his face, a look that you definitely didn’t like the look of!

“There she is!” He hollered. Holding his arms out for you hug him. “The one who got away!” He proclaimed boisterously just as your arms wrapped around his middle. George so tall you had to lean back so you could look up at the giant properly and rolled your eyes at him.

“Get over yourself! We made out whilst drunk like fourteen years ago G! Let it go!”

You pretended to scowl at him before smiling brightly at his girlfriend. “It’s lovely to meet you! I’m unfortunately related to Matty! And you’re unfortunately with idiot here!” You joked, reaching out to greet Charli with a hug and kiss to the cheek.

“I wouldn’t let it go if I made out with you either to be fair!” She grinned.

“I like you!” You laughed loudly, turning over your shoulder to catch George and Ross’ gaze. “Entertain yourselves boys!” To which you only received a smirk from George, Ross immediately by your side before venturing off to say hello to your Uncle Tim and the other guests before you headed to your seats just before the lights went out.

After making your way to your seats which were in fact on Ross’ side of the stage, near enough you could sneak good video’s of him to show him later. Or well for you to look over later! Your heart swelled with pride as you watched the four of them, including the rest of their touring band perform their latest record. A performance you knew came straight from the depths of your weird little mate’s mind. You just couldn’t believe that all of these people were here because of your Matty and the boys.

You beamed as you saw Carly come on stage to sing, Matty hyping her up as they sung together and looking fondly up at Hann. You let out a wolf whistle as he kissed his wife before she left the stage as they continued part one of the show.

Your heart ached as you watched Ross kiss the top of Matty’s head as he left for intermission. Sending a quick text to your man for him during his brief break as they changed up the stage ready for the hits.

The bassist in my fave band is so hot! Going to have to leave you for him! X

Go for it! Heard you’re in with a shot! Xx

Giggling at his response, you felt like you didn’t have time to get over your flushed cheeks as George was back onstage doing a bit and then Charli was running on stage too! Quick to record her and post it to your instagram story.

‘Obsessed with u @charlixcx Leave your bf for me! @bedforddanes75’

You couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself knowing that George would have something sarcastic to say when he saw your post. Tempted to post something else, your attention was promptly brought back to the stage as the boys were back. Ross dressed in all black had literally stopped you in your tracks as you took him in. Bringing your phone back up, you zoomed in on him as they launched into ‘Too Shy’ Already knowing what you’d caption it if you were to post it online. And it definitely wasn’t PG!

You were honestly having the time of your life, not that you had any doubts you would have a great evening. You always did, no matter the venue or how big the audience was. Matty and the boys always delivered a high quality performance worthy of all the love they were currently receiving.

They were in then middle of their ‘Greatest Hits’ section of the show when Matty addressed the crowd. “How are you all doing?” Twenty two thousand people now just screaming back, making you chuckle. “I mean you just screamed. That is literally just noise!” He laughed. “Our next song, we don’t really do but Ross is trying to impress someone!”

You gasped at his words. Matty clearly trying to embarrass the both of you. A mixture of ‘Ohhhhss’ and cheers echoed around the arena as Ross tried not show any reaction to the comment but his eyes scanned the section you were in, catching your gaze for a millisecond before looking at his feet.

“Not that she needs impressing. I mean look at him.” Matty gestured to Ross. “Plus I’ve known her my entire life. This one’s for you dickhead!” He grinned just as the stage illuminated in a soft green and pink.

Your jaw dropped as soon as he finished his little shoutout. I mean I guess the sentiment was kind of sweet even if he did call you a dickhead but you love that Ross remembered that you’ve always loved Menswear. That he got Matty to pop it back on the setlist for you. Now this was one you didn’t mind screaming the lyrics out dramatically too whilst nobody knew who you were! It was a vibe! A memory you were actually apart of and you loved that the hardcore fans were obsessed too!

As the set started to come to a close. You took your phone out to record Hann’s incredible guitar solo during The Sound and the audience’s reaction as they jumped around. The hype the fans gave him, honestly warmed your heart so much.

But it was during Give Yourself A Try whilst they were all giving it some proper welly, that you gulped, most likely audible in the moment you tried to catch on camera. The soft ‘Holy shit!’ Captured as you tried not to shake too much. When they all took their moment to soak up the love and say thank you to the fans.

Ross pulled out the bobble that was holding his hair up, throwing it into the crowd before running his hand through his hair as he silently said thank you to the fans. Feeling like you were literally going to drool as the naughty thoughts rushed through your head. You had to rub your legs together, to try and release some of the tension as heat rushed between your legs and decided you weren’t going to wait any longer. You needed out of this crowd and you needed Ross now.

The band’s afterparty was at the venue this evening, just a chilled evening with most of their families in the audience tonight. You were giggling in the corner with Charli and Carly when the boys all arrived, nice and refreshed as they said hello to all their family and friends. The three of you stuck together as they made the rounds, agreeing to make a ‘The 1975 Baes’ chat that consisted of the three of you, when Hann arrived; sweeping in to kiss his wife and place a soft kiss on both yours and Charli’s cheeks. Asking if you had enjoyed the show, when George appeared next and copying Adam’s actions.

Matty was someone you knew would take forever to get to you but that was okay, you’d had a lifetime of time with him. Everyone else could have their turn. But as the boys all started to congregate around you girls, you looked around the room for Ross, landing on him saying goodbye to a pal he caught your gaze and smiled brightly at you as he made his way over.

You had anything but pleasantries on your mind though, you were so hot for him you actually don’t think you’d had minded him taking you right there and then in front of everybody. Passing Charli your glass of wine, a soft ‘excuse me’ on your lips, you took several strides to meet him in the middle, grabbing his hand without a word and pulling him to a corner nobody was in for some privacy.

Once you were mainly out of the way of everybody else; you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him down to meet his lips. His hands found your hips quickly as you kissed him as filthy as you could, the growl that left his throat as you tugged the hair rooted at the back of his neck egged you on more as his hands moved down to hold on to your ass as you tried to get as physically close to him as possible.

“Did…You.. Enjoy… The…Show” He managed to mumble out in between kisses.

“I did. ” You told him, finally pulling away to look at his beautiful eyes. “I loved the surprise by the way. I can’t believe you remembered that it’s my fave!” You pecked his lips again. “Didn’t love being called a dickhead in front of 22,000 people but we move!” You smiled softly at him.

“God you’re so hot!” You sighed; playing with the chain hanging round his neck, before moving you hands further down his chest.

“Have you seen yourself darling?”

“Hmmm.” You hummed. “Had to check how flustered I was as soon as I got back here. Needed to look semi put together in front of other people.”

“We’re still in front of everyone!” Ross cocked an eyebrow; smirking at your now disheveled look.

“And it’s taking everything in me not to fuck you right here MacDonald!” You challenged him, raising your own eyebrow.

“What happened to your three date rule? We’ve only officially been on one you know!”

“I’d count the wedding and tonight if want to?” You shrugged. “Plus pretty sure we’re past formalities when I had your cock in my mouth within twenty four hours of meeting you my love.”

“You have me there, sweetheart!” Ross chuckled.

“Would have let you have me at the wedding too if I wasn’t so desperate for you to think I was a good girl and not an easy shag!” You laughed. “You think they’re gonna miss us if we sneak out?”

“Nahh I think they’ll manage!” He teased; pulling you back in by your belt loops.

“Come on then MacDonald, you ready to rock my world!” You grinned, pressing a kiss to his handsome face before pulling him back out of the event room to find literally anywhere for a piece of privacy so you could have your way with him.

The only acknowledgement of your absence upon your return thirty minutes later was the smirk from George, who raised his bottle of beer at you from where he was seated on a sofa and the fact when you looked at your phone you had a notification off @trumanblack An instagram story of the two of you mid kiss, booty grab and all and a cute little “That’s my bestie!” sticker. Simply captioned.

Consider her impressed!

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coffeeandmagicaltales · 4 months

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FEW WORDS ABOUT AN OVER PROTECIVE FAMILY.

Lets sit in a circle, grab your tea/coffee and enoy my story. Oh, grab a blanket, Its a scary one.

I come from an over protective family. Sounds cool? I hear all the time "I should be grateful for parents like that". Let me explain. Its no fun when people get used to being your moral compass when you are child and when you grow up, they can't live with the idea that their job as guardians is done. Finito. Nada.

They don't understand that, ergo, any attempt from your side to make decision of your own or having another opinion is a serious THREAT for them, and they become aggresive.

"How can you do this to me, you're hurting me" I once heard from my mum, when I decided It's time to move out. "AM I REALLY THAT BAD FOR YOU, SO YOU ABANDON ME!!!???" end quote.

No fun, right? I have some more for you.

So I'm into tattoos. Sounds like a normal thing to be into something. Well, you see, with overprotective parents they claim you, your body and mind as they property. When you do something they don't like ex tattoo. Oh, boi. Its like you forced them to do one, and dragged to a tattoo shop.

"WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY BELOVED DAUGHTER'S BODY!"

And they do not accept that this was YOUR decision and its ok.

"THIS FILTHY TREND, YOU SEE TOO MUCH INSTAGRAM AND HAVE FILTHY FRIENDS WHO FORCED YOU TO DO A TATTOO!"

And provide you with solution:

"HERE, HAVE MY MONEY, AND ERASE THAT AWFUL, DISGUSTING DESIGN ON YOUR SKIN, MOMMY WILL HELP YOU DON'T WORRY"

See? No fun at all.

Over protective parents are the same beasts as absent parents but on the other side of spectrum. Don' t be one of them. Child is not your property and making it does not grant you almost god-like power for being able to treat them as you want and being loved unconditionally. That doesn't work. You abuse them.

Here have Aesop, I had to write it after last night's argue (Im 28) about them planning my daytime riutine. Ridiculous. Hope you have a nice day!

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tea-of-destiny · 8 months

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"They're trying to find someone I can stay with now. A... family."

"I see," Claire mused sympathetically, her mind filling in the adjective Clive had decidedly left blank in his statement. "And how does that make you feel?"

"Um..."

Clive tugged at a stray thread on his hospital shirt.

"I don't want to keep living here. The bed is hard to sleep in. And the tea is never hot. And I miss having normal clothes. But..."

The thread broke away in his fingers, and he sighed.

Unable to look away from the boy's crestfallen expression, Claire's heart ached. "I'm sorry. I can only begin to imagine what this must be like for you. Do you at least have any say in what happens next?"

Clive gave a small, disaffected shrug. "If someone wants to take me in, they have to meet me in the hospital for a few days, and then I go live in their home for some time before the paperwork is really finalized. If I don't want to stay with them, I can ask to be moved, and they'll bring me back here and try to find someone better. I just... don't know if trying to change what happens will do me any good."

"Oh? Why not?"

"Well, everything about my life is different now, anyways, right? None of the families they bring in here will understand that, or understand me--so why does it matter if I choose which one I get sent away with? What would make me the most happy is... something I can't have anymore. And I didn't get to choose that part. "

The words weren't meant to be accusatory. Clive was only a boy in pain, desperate for someone to actually see how much he was hurting even when he didn't cry.

But the guilt nonetheless threatened to swallow Claire whole. It didn't matter that she wouldn't have chosen this either--she still could have done more to keep it from happening altogether. And now it would always remain on her shoulders to right what she had wronged.

A flood of apologies rose behind her lips, but she bit them back hastily. Clive needed more than "sorry" to mend his wounds and bring sparks back into those charcoal eyes. What else could she say to him right now? She sifted through the feelings of shame pooling within her, anxious to find some answer, any answer--

"What if you stayed with me?" she blurted out, then immediately flinched.

It was an answer, that was true. Admittedly, though, it was an answer that could not have more blatantly come out of the heart-hole left bleeding in the wake of her own losses suffered.

But Claire made no motion to rescind it. She had realized almost as soon as she regretted saying it that she had sincerely meant it, too. She simply had to know how he would respond.

Clive flicked his eyes up at the suggestion, studying her through a hefty poker-faced silence. Then he hummed, apparently dismayed. "I'm really sorry, Miss Layton, but I... I just thought that if there was anyone who could see that I'm--"

"--Not interested in having a new mum," Claire concluded on his behalf. "I know. And I don't have to be one, or want to be one, if that's not what you want me to be to you."

Hearing his concern acknowledged, Clive's gaze quickly softened. Encouraged by the sight, Claire continued thinking through her logic aloud.

"It wouldn't have to be permanent, either. If you realized later on that staying with me wasn't helping you, or if you grew old enough that you felt like you could find your own way in the world, I wouldn't force you to stay. I'd want to respect your wishes."

"What would you get out of this arrangement, then?" Clive asked, still somewhat hesitant to the idea, yet leaning closer in spite of himself to hang onto Claire's words. "If not a... you know."

"Well, you and I have been kind of weathering the aftermath of the accident together, don't you think?" Claire supposed.

Clive gave a halfway-nod. "Besides the staff, you've come to see me the most of anyone the past few weeks."

"And I've been visiting you because I needed to be sure you'd end up okay--that pulling you away from that fire wasn't in vain." Claire placed a gentle hand on the boy's shoulder. "I may not really understand what it's like to lose a parent, but I truly care about how much all of this has affected you, Clive, and... I know you've seen that it's affected me a lot, too. So maybe I understand enough for you. If you stayed with me, you wouldn't have to face people who weren't there for the accident, and who won't give you the space you need to heal."

"...If I stayed with you," Clive echoed, speculative as he met her eyes, "maybe we could keep looking for ways to get through this together."

Claire smiled sadly. "Yes. That's all I want here--to help you. No special labels, or authority, or personal gain involved."

Clive peered at her with head slightly tilted for a little longer, as though making a final judgement on the authenticity of her explanation. Then, quite plainly, he replied, "Okay."

"Okay?"

"I only have the one mum, Miss Layton. You'll have to be something else to me."

The professor nodded vehemently. "Oh, without a doubt."

"But... I think I would like to go live with you, after all," Clive finished. "I'll ask the nurse about it when she comes back here."

Claire could swear a new light had appeared in Clive's dark irises at the declaration, alongside the faintest ghost of a smile on his cheeks.

Or perhaps it was simply her own vision blurring, realizing this tragic young boy had suddenly come into her care long-term. It was terrifying and hopeful all at once, to be in charge of another's fate once again. But at least maybe this time, she could make a difference in his life for the better.

"I'm so glad to hear that, Clive," Claire finally mustered the presence of mind to say. "It's still going to be quite the adjustment, staying with me, but I hope you know that you can count on me, no matter what happens now."

In 10 years, he would feel his heart almost pounding out of his chest as a wound bled down his face; as temporal chaos rampaged on the smoke-filled horizon; as he watched Claire run to get back in the aircraft (alongside the disconcertingly familiar Theodore) to try and stop this devastation once and for all.

And even despite the pain he was in now, and the danger posed to his city and the people he cared about, and the lingering knowledge that even if they somehow made it out of this mystery alive, there was still an acceptance letter to Princeton University in his bedroom desk waiting to tear him an ocean's width apart... it was this promise he would find replaying itself in his mind.

"You can count on me, no matter what happens now," she had said.

And so he would take a deep breath, even now, and feel those worries begin to slip from his mind.

'I know I can, Professor,' Clive would think to himself in response. 'You know I always do.'

#teaposts #teafics #professor!claire au #okay um. lol.#instead of homeworks there is esteemed physicist claire layton and her goofy depressed not-son clive dove. i guess.#no but fr i was thinking about this au all day long and then suddenly i had this written #probably not putting this on ao3. i'd at least flesh out the beginning first. set the scene more.#do i maintag this though. i do like that ending tbh

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i swear if i see one more person saying that alicent is not a good mom or "being a mom is something she has no interest in" or any if the other variations while praising d@€mon and rh@€n¥r@ as parents or family unit i will rip my hair off! is alicent perfect? no! but at least she holds herself and her kids somewhat accountable! and she clearly loves and is engaged to his likes and their lives!

I agree and I’m right there with you in your anger but here is the thing, even if being a mum was something she had no interest in, that doesn’t make her a bad person by default. She didn’t have a choice when it came to having kids. She was married off to the king and expected to have his children and would have been killed if she tried accessing moon tea. We shouldn’t judge women solely based on how they are as mothers especially in a world where they are forced to have children often by marital rape or dubious consent. It is misogynistic to judge a character purely on who they are as a mother and not as a person as a whole.

Alicent does love her kids but her relationship with them is complicated. She showed signs of post partum depression as a teenager after having three babies back to back and their conception wasn’t from consensual, loving or pleasurable sex like in Rhaenyras case (who was an adult during her first pregnancy) and it is clear Alicent loves her kids and tries to do what is best for them and we can acknowledge that love she has for her children while still holding her accountable for being abusive towards them (like hitting aegon). As for daemon, I keep forgetting he is a parent because he barely acknowledges his daughters even during their mothers funeral, him and viserys are both neglectful fathers which is very damaging to children.

#when people were comparing alice and nyra as mothers to show nyra is better i was losing my damn mind #alicent hightower #hotd #house of the dragon #anti daemon targaryen

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Last year I started reading fics again. This list will get better/longer as I continue to read more. This was updated with everything i’ve read up until 10/10/22. If you decide to read any of these make sure to read the tags. I don’t want anybody to get uncomfortable.You guys can also send in request as well if you would like :)-Emma

🖤Be Mine, For Always by zams Word Count:1K Summary: Louis is happy when Harry is happy. That's what Louis wants, and so when Louis starts feeling weird when Harry cuddles with Liam, Zayn, or Niall instead of him, he keeps quiet. But the burning, uncomfortable feeling Louis gets deep in his stomach when he sees Harry contentedly nuzzling Liam's neck, or Harry's arms and legs tangled around Niall like an octopus, or Harry's face smushed in Zayn's stomach as Zayn plays with his hair only gets worse as the days go by.

🖤All My Favorite Conversations by goldglitter075 Word Count: 2K Summary: An incredibly self indulgent fic featuring way too many pet names, an adorable lesbian couple, and Louis Tomlinson being terrible at ice-skating

🖤You Are Everything by caffineaddict Word Count: 2K Summary: Louis is in love with his best friend/flat mate Harry, lately the pain of knowing he’d never return Louis’ feelings has become unbearable. He doesn’t know how to handle this so he does what he does best - write. He had every intention of deleting the musings when he was done…that is until he gets an alarming phone call that makes him forget to close the tab or delete it. Harry was aware something was wrong with Louis for the past couple days but had no idea what it was and anytime he would ask the older boy would just brush him off and change the subject. Walking into Louis’ room to borrow his laptop, Harry leaves with way more knowledge than he was ever supposed to know.

🖤You Should Be Here With Me by dimpled_halo Word Count: 3K Summary: Louis is home for the holidays and doesn’t expect his mum to invite his ex and his family over for Christmas. All the feelings he’s had bottled up since breaking up with Harry before going to uni come back in full force.

🖤Send Me Your Pillow by flowercrownfemme Word Count: 3K Summary: Harry is embarrassed to realize he’s nesting but can’t stop stealing Louis’ things for his nest.

🖤May Your Every Wish Come True by sweetrevenge Word Count: 4K Summary: Harry and Louis reconnect during the Holidays, it’s kind of fate.

🖤Every Time We Touch by wabadabadaba Word Count: 5K Summary: Louis laughed when he heard the term professional cuddler for the first time. His doctor let Louis laugh and then explained the purpose behind the profession and how it could help Louis. It took a few weeks but Louis finally scheduled an appointment, now all he had to do was leave his car and walk into the house. or the one where Louis is suffering from touch deprivation so he goes to see Harry who is a professional cuddler.

🖤Hello Darling by zanni_scaramouche Word Count: 5K Summary: As CEO, Mr. Tomlinson is used to spending more nights curled on his office coach than his bed, but this time it isn’t an impending merger or new client deal keeping him hibernated on the fortieth floor this Christmas Eve. A city wide blizzard warning, a power outage, and a dismal lack of tea leaves him hours away from what he expects to be one of the more pathetic Christmas mornings of his life. That is, until the new bright eyed intern scares the living crap out of him.

🖤I See Your Stars Begin To Shine by sweetkisses Word Count: 5K Summary: Harry is an alpha that is in love with his very oblivious omega friend, Louis.

🖤Naturally by Neondiamond Word Count: 5K Summary: When PE teacher Louis first gets assigned to be a chaperone on a weekend long camping trip with a bunch of high school seniors, he’s not too excited about it. That changes when he finds out his fellow Music teacher Harry, who Louis happens to have a massive crush on, is also coming

🖤And I’m Putting My Heart Out On Display by localopa Word Count: 6K Summary: Harry gets cheated on & so does Louis. They find comfort in each other.

🖤All I Do the Whole Day Through by lululawrence Word Count: 6K Summary: Louis reached up and grabbed the ridiculously thick jumper that had the planets all over it and slammed the wardrobe doors shut. It was only as he turned around that he realized why Harry’s bedroom door had been shut. There was a nest on Harry’s bed. But why was Harry using Louis’ clothes and items that probably smelled like him in his nest?

🖤Something Blue & Someone New by littleroverlouis Word Count: 6K Summary: Single Alpha Louis moves into a new apartment building and doesn’t realize he misses courting someone until meeting his next door neighbor, a charming Omega named Harry. Louis is working up the nerve to officially ask him to court, but what if Harry secretly beats him to the punch?

🖤Wasting My Time by prettylouis Word Count: 7K Summary: Harry is in love with Louis. He can’t do anything about it, until he can. Louis is in love with Harry. He doesn’t have a chance, until he does.

🖤Kisses Like Snowflakes by stylesthebrave Word Count: 7K Summary: Harry is stranded in the snow and Louis is there to help.

🖤Just A Touch Of Your Love by thegirlontheblackhoodie Word Count: 12K Summary: Harry is a touch starved omega trying to get through it on his own. Louis happens to be the only alpha around to realize it and offers to help.

🖤Love Is A War That Two Must Fight by cathyelisabeth1 Word Count: 12K Summary: The one where Louis starts getting ‘creepy’ notes on his desk and is forced to hang out with Harry Styles because Niall insists he is lovely. Louis disagrees.

🖤Love Mends the Pain by justalarryblog Word Count: 12K Summary: Marcel Twist, better known as Harry Styles, is a well-known model around the world. One day, he was invited to take part in a photoshoot for the new Olympic uniforms for the British athletes. What he didn’t expect was for Louis, his ex would reappear in his life, bringing back memories and feelings that Marcel wished he’d forgotten.

🖤Baby, You’re The End Of June by disgruntledkittenface Word Count: 13K Summary: In which Harry courts Louis. Entirely by accident.

🖤 Breathe Me In, Breathe Me Out by lunarheslwt Word Count:14K Summary: Louis is drawn into a quaint candle shop in his desire to find ways to soothe himself while struggling with touch depri. It takes him two more run-ins and with the lovely alpha sales assistant, and a drop, to figure out the source of the scent that imprints upon him and calms his omega. Idiots to lovers

🖤Kiss From A Rose by lovelarry10 Word Count: 15K Summary: Harry is the quiet one in the office no one ever notices. Until Louis does, that is. When notes start appearing on Harry’s desk, he ponders who is behind the kind words, oblivious to Louis’ attempts to get his attention.

🖤Don’t Be Scared Pretty Kitty by ttomlinstyles Word Count: 15K Summary: Louis was born a hybrid and was adopted by a man who was terrible. The man dies and Louis is taken away to a foster home full of kids who bully him, he’s 16 and is very scared and doesn’t eat and never speaks out to people. He was then sent to another foster home with no children. That’s where Harry comes and takes him home.

🖤Your Touch Is The Only Thing I Feel by 2tiedships2 Word Count: 15K Summary: The one where Louis refuses to settle for just any alpha despite intense touch deprivation. Fortunately Harry isn’t just any alpha.

🖤Flowers Don’t Tell (They Show) by loulicate Word Count: 16K Summary: Harry is a lawyer, Louis owns a flower shop. Harry goes into his shop to buy his mom flowers and falls in love with the cute florist boy.

🖤Everywhere & Nowhere by 2tiedships2 Word Count: 16K Summary: Niall took a seat and said, “Apparently Louis’ downstairs neighbor is a fan of giving Louis creepy gifts. Maybe I should go introduce myself and tell him that Louis actually prefers food.” “What has he given you?” Liam asked. Louis shrugged as it were no big deal. “There was a rabbit’s foot keychain on the door a little after he left from introducing himself and there was a small teddy bear sitting by my door tonight. Obviously I can’t prove it’s from him, but they seem to have his scent. I could be wrong though.” “Wow,” Liam said, looking deep in thought. “That’s old school.” “What’s old school?“ Niall asked. “Giving creepy gifts?” "I’ve never known an alpha to do it, to be honest, but he’s courting you.” Louis couldn’t contain his look of disbelief directed at Liam. "He’s courting me. Like some sort of romantic shit they’d do in the 1800s or something?”

🖤Harry You’re No Good Alone by lucy_in_the_sky Word Count: 16K Summary: Harry struggles with insomnia and loneliness, almost turning to cuddle therapy when his best friend Louis reaches out to lend helping hand.

🖤 Last First Kiss by xxolve Word Count: 17K Summary: Where Harry goes in to take his SATs expecting a disaster, but instead meets someone he'll never forget.

🖤 Hike Up Your Skirt & Show Your World To Me by anonymous Word Count: 17K Summary: Louis has a very hands on approach to training his new secretary. How else can he make sure Harry realizes his pull potential.

🖤Outshining The Stars by thelarenttrap Word Count: 18K Summary: Louis is RV camping with his retired grandparents and avoiding life. Meanwhile, a boy with tiny yellow shorts and tattoos works at the campground’s marina.

🖤Frost Covers All by ihavetoomuchfreetime Word Count: 19K Summary: An AU where Harry and Louis are pretend boyfriends with pretend feelings, but then it’s not pretend anymore, feelings ensue. Or a friends-to-lovers/fake relationship when harry needs a boyfriend for a family thing, and louis obliges.

🖤A Springtime’s Wilt, An Autumn’s Bloom by snowcaplou Word Count: 20K Summary: Harry is Louis’ personal chauffeur, and although he hides his feelings for his boss behind a wall of rigid professionalism, Louis still manages to squeeze through the cracks.

🖤Pleasing Inc,. by maury_456321 Word Count: 25K Summary: Louis starts working for CEO Harry, secret nesting and thievery ensues.

🖤 Heart of Sugar, Sweet Temptation of Mine by pjinkfleur Word Count: 25K Summary: The process of courting is seriously outdated nowadays, it's not common anymore; people don’t want to go through the hassle of a proper courtship, dating is easier. Louis though, he was raised in a very traditional family, every member, down to his parents, had a courting and a mating ceremony. He grew up hearing stories about how wonderful it is, how much deeper the connection gets between a courting pair can get, and he's wanted that for himself since he was a pup, always dreaming of his alpha showing up and sweeping him off of his feet. His dreams seem to be coming true when he moves into a new building, closer to where he works, and the older alpha living in the flat in front of his own, initiates the courtship process. Everything he's ever wanted is within reach. Or is it?

🖤I’m Gonna Keep This Love, If You Let Me by pixies Word Count: 26K Summary: Louis makes Harry pretend to be his boyfriend one night out. The rest is history.

🖤Runaway Darling by solvetheminourdreams Word Count: 26K Summary: An au where Louis hates weddings, Harry loves them, and together they help a bride skip hers.

🖤I Knew You Were Waiting For Me by lovelarry10 Word Count: 26k Summary: Harry has been hearing his soulmates voice for years now, and he’s just desperate to meet the person he knows he’s meant to be with. Louis has come to think that he’s destined to never meet his soulmate. A chance camping holiday with their best friends just might end in all of their dreams coming true.

🖤Never Been A Fan Of Change by fearsparks Word Count: 27K Summary: Harry and Louis have relied on each other for over two years now, always turning to each other every time they need anything from touch to pheromones. But after Harry’s omega unexpectedly causes him to drop in the pub, their relationship is no longer the same.

🖤This Shifting Ground by zarah5 Word Count: 28K Summary: University AU. In which Louis, law student, is the cheeky waiter to Harry’s dates. This is how it starts.

🖤 Autumn Leaves Shower Like Rainbows by ioudloudlove Word Count: 29K Summary: Harry is an anonymous blogger, filling page after page about his unrequited love for a customer at the coffee shop he works in. Louis is an up and coming musician and the object of Harry's affections. They swap pleasantries but nothing more. Until one day Louis comes into the café, soaking wet and seeking solace. When Harry hears the lyrics, he realises that Louis has been reading his blog the entire time without knowing it's all about him.

🖤Don’t Know It’s Lost Til You Find It by ohpleaselarry Word Count: 30K Summary: Maybe it’ll be better this way. Maybe Louis just needs to distance himself, get over his crush so Harry doesn’t have to worry about his obsessive friend who feels too much and says too little. He wonders what this girl is like. What she looks like, what conversations they had to make Harry fall for her in three days. If maybe she’s just stellar in bed. If she smells like heaven or if it’s just the fact she’s a girl. He wonders and wonders, resists the temptation to stare at the alpha, and gets exactly no work done.

🖤Wanna Be Somebody (To Someone) by starryharry Word Count: 30K Summary: Harry tells Niall he’s seeing someone. (He’s not). The lie leads Harry to Louis, and an honest confession drives them into a one-month relationship that changes everything.

🖤 Dream About A Summer Night by fearsparks Word Count: 33K Summary: Working alongside each other as camp counsellors, Harry and Louis grow closer than they’ve ever been before. That’s not a problem, but now they have these newfound feelings for each other to deal with.

🖤Something About Liminal Spaces by kingsofeverything Word Count: 34K Summary: Searching for inspiration for his latest book, and hoping distance will help heal his broken heart, Louis Tomlinson heads to the village of Piha on the west coast of New Zealand’s north island. There he meets Harry Styles. Fifteen years older than Harry, Louis tries to keep his distance, but Harry is impossible to avoid and harder to ignore.

🖤Someone To Fly Home To by kingsofeverything Word Count: 34K Summary: Louis is a 55 year old pilot who wants someone to fly home to. Harry swipes right. Louis and Harry’s marriage ended more than a decade ago, but fate keeps bringing them back together.

🖤Now You’re In My Life by we_are_the_same Word Count: 34K Summary: Harry loves romance. In theory, anyway. He loves the romantic movies, the careful brush of fingers against the back of a neck, the hand holding and the endless gazes. He loves the possibilities, the tension and the wonder. He loves the idea of falling in love, finding someone to come home to. In reality, it’s a little different. Because as much as Harry loves the concept of dating, the reality sucks.

🖤 Something As Simple As This by frenchkiss Word Count: 34K Summary: Trapped in a cabin in the middle of nowhere after a blizzard derails Louis from getting home, he and the attractive stranger who owns the place have nothing to do but... well, each other. It would be a real shame if feelings got in the way, and even more of a shame if a secret about this stranger's identity turned both their lives upside down and inside out.

🖤We Both Got Nothing to Hide by lovelarry10 Word Count: 43K Summary: Omega Louis has a secret nest. Alpha Harry keeps losing his clothes.

🖤Sand In My Shoes, Head Over Feet by awriterwrites Word Count: 44K Summary: The last thing Louis wants to do is babysit a bunch of kids this summer. Especially not for three weeks at his family’s summer home. No, he’d rather stay home and wallow in self-pity. He definitely doesn’t want to sleep under the same roof as his sister’s friend, who happens to be a spectacle of a boy: wide eyed, curly haired, long legged and virtual sex on legs.

🖤The Boys Of Summer by afirethatcannotdie Word Count: 45K Summary: In which Louis is a reluctant sports coach, Harry’s a fellow counselor who wears tiny yellow shorts, and camp rules say they’re forbidden to date.

🖤Your Touch Shouldn’t Make Me Feel Like This by thinlines Word Count: 48K Summary: Uni AU in which Alpha Harry has been in love with his omega friend for the longest time and one motorbike trip to the countryside with Louis made him realize that he could no longer hold back his feelings.

🖤The Recklessness In Water by larryon Word Count: 50K Summary: Louis Tomlinson is miserable. He’s stuck on a family vacation at a lake cabin in New Hampshire when all he wants to do is bemoan his sorry existence and wallow in his sweatpants. As if the humidity and mosquitos weren’t bad enough, he becomes the singular target of an obnoxious lifeguard named Harry.

🖤Maybe You’ll Like the Way I Am by lululawrence Word Count: 55K Summary: When Louis’ alpha neighbor asks him to pretend to be his omega for a week, Louis immediately says no. He has too much he’s dealing with on his own, and he swore to himself he’d never get that close to an alpha again. Unable to hold to that resolve once guilt sets in, Louis finds that maybe fumbling his way through a fake relationship for a week was exactly what he needed to finally be able to move on.

🖤Suicidal Chemistry by sullenlarry Word Count: 58K Summary: As long as he can remember, Harry has always been sure of one thing: he’s in love with his oblivious best-friend, Louis. There’s just one minor problem….Louis has depression. Harry works at a bakery, but he’s really made a full time job out of trying to save Louis from himself. What happens when a quack named Dr. Horan tells him to take Louis on a vacation? Individual feelings will be explored…but can Louis love him back or is the will to live too far gone?

🖤The Nightingale by thebluejay1 Word Count: 66K Summary: Louis Tomlinson is a daily customer at the local bakery. His life changes when he meets Harry Styles, the boy behind the register. But when Harry finds out about Louis’ abusive boyfriend, he does everything in his power to protect him. Through it all, they become closer. Will Louis choose fear over true love?

🖤Just A Flower Boy by larryruinedme Word Count: 70K Summary: Harry Styles is a clumsy, flower crown-wearing, openly gay junior with only two true friends, Niall and Zayn. Louis Tomlinson is the school’s attractive, straight football captain, with a small body and a big personality. As fate will have it, Harry has a huge, unrequited, utterly hopeless crush on Louis. Fate is thrown out the window the day that Harry and Louis find themselves partnered up for a history project. Harry starts to receive notes from a secret admirer, Louis starts to get jealous of Harry’s budding friendship with senior Nick Grimshaw, Zayn and Liam develop a thing for each other, and Niall is the best mate anyone could have asked for. And suddenly, Harry’s crush on Louis doesn’t seem so utterly hopeless anymore.

🖤Lost & Found In Oblivion by thinlines Word Count: 74K Summary: Omega Louis decided to hire an alpha for his heat to ease his touch deprivation, but little did he know everything would grow into so much more.

🖤 Hate Me To The Moon by harrystylesandstuff Word Count: 83K Summary: Harry is a sexy nerd, Louis is a great actor, and they both pretend to hate each other's guts to convince themselves they're not feeling things future step-brothers shouldn't feel.

🖤Like An Endless Summer by objectlesson Word Count: 87K Summary: Louis is a riding instructor at a summer camp, and Harry is a fellow counselor who he’s been successfully managing his crush on for the last two summers. That is, until Harry shows up this year leveled up and lethal, and all Louis’ formerly perfected veneer of nonchalance melts like a popsicle in the sun.

🖤Have Love, Will Travel by kingsofeverything Word Count: 97K Summary: Rather than spend the summer working at their desks, Louis and Harry are given the opportunity to crisscross the country together in a tiny camper, filming their adventures for a YouTube series. It soon becomes obvious to their viewers that there’s something more than friendship between them. Eventually, they figure it out.

🖤Loved You First bysnowy38 Word Count: 100K Summary: Harry has lived his life ruled by anxiety, bullied by overbearing work-mates and ridiculed for his geeky look. When a new boss starts Harry can barely look him in the eye but Louis appears to be on his side. Soon Harry develops feelings for the protective and supportive Louis but Louis tries to fight it at first. There’s rumours about Louis at his last work place and his penchant for his secretaries so Harry has a right to feel insecure. Harry slowly lets his curls break free as Louis thaws him and they embark on a new beginning together.

🖤Give Me Truths by iwillpaintasongforlou Word Count: 110K Summary: Louis is a psychology student with a tattoo count as high as his genius IQ. Harry is in a (sort-of) relationship with a homophobic man and hates himself a little more every day. Things fall apart and Louis puts him back together. Or, the one in which Louis falls in love with a fragile boy and tells him every beautiful truth in the world, as long as it makes him happy

🖤Tired Tired Sea by mediawhore Word Count: 113K Summary: As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter.

🖤Mute by troubledpro Word Count: 122K Summary: How is love supposed to speak, when one can’t even choke out the words? Louis’ life was a joke through his witty words. Harry’s life was a joke through his lack of words. Louis was classed as a normal child; mentally and physically. Harry was classed as an abnormal child; mentally and physically. Louis could speak. Harry could not. Harry had progressive mutism. Louis did not.

🖤Unbelievers by isthatyoularry Word Count: 136K Summary: It’s Louis’ senior year, and he’s dead set on doing it right. However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he’s also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. Mortal enemies “with benefits” was not exactly the plan.

Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything.

🖤Lights Will Guide You Home by orphan_account Word Count: 137K Summary: Louis Tomlinson is his school’s resident bad boy and easily the most liked person there. He’s loud and confident and popular. He spends most of his time abusing his parent’s money or partying or playing football. He also spends a good deal of it obsessing over the quiet curly boy in his English class, but no one really needs to know that. Harry Styles is more or less invisible at the same school (unless he’s being harassed). He’s shy and painfully insecure and quiet. He spends most of his time crying on his bedroom floor with a razor pressed against his skin or trying (and failing) to think of reasons to stay alive. So, of course, it’s inevitable that they fall for each other.

🖤Walk That Mile by purpledaisy Word Count: 149K Summary: A Route 66 AU where falling in love was never part of the plan.

🖤Love Is A Word You Gave It A Name by cuckootrooke Word Count: 158K Summary: After two decades in brutal show business, Louis Tomlinson is trying to restore his tranquility of mind in the peace of Northern Europe where the sun barely sets, Maria’s bar is always open, and young Harry has an irresistible spark in his eyes.

🖤The Longer The Wait The Sweeter The Kiss by pleasinglouisWord Count: 160K Summary: It all started with a letter from his grandmother’s Executor of the Estate. His life had been just fine in New York, he’d had a great internship, more friends than he knew what to do with, and a powerful family name to provide a million opportunities for him. But the minute he’d received that letter a desire for more was born. That was how he wound up here, stranded on the side of a dusty old road with a broken down car and a carry-on full of dreams.

🖤Fading by tothemoonmydear Word Count: 202K Summary: Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he’s found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is.

🖤Shake Me Down by agreatperhaps12 Word Count: 208K Summary: Harry’s new to college, fresh out of Catholic school and conversion therapy camp, and Louis runs the campus LGBTQIA organization.

🖤Of Mates & Men by bananaheathen Word Count: 630K Summary: In which, Louis and Harry meet as best men for their best friends’ wedding… well… sort of. Or, the one where Harry’s just moved back from New York and Louis doesn’t believe in romance. Or, I guess… the one where Zayn and Liam are getting married.

#ficrecs #larry

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w0rmstuff · 2 years

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Dead Gay Wizards // Incorrect Quotes

marauders era characters as things I've said by letting my intrusive or weird thoughts verbalise because I have 0 filter....

ill add to this each time i find myself saying something funny, worrying and unfiltered...

italics mean it's from a friend, teacher or family members, bold means it's me.. just for context..

warnings: swearing, self destructive behaviour, body parts, abuse, trauma, teeth, intrusive thoughts

james: don't lay on the grass! it's wet!

sirius: like your mum *winks*

remus: do you ever think about jumping out the second or third story window because you can't get your life together?

peter: this butter chickpea is schmackin

marlene: does your neighbour ever give you lemons? *pauses for 30 seconds* man im so glad I don't have to sew my vagina shut

lily: how does your vagina relate to your neighbours lemons????

remus: have you ever wondered what it'd be like to shoot yourself, then have to use your fingers to dig the bullet out?

james: uh, no, are you okay?

mcgonagall: just for fun, *looks at the marauders* if you could speak to any animal what would it be?

james: but we're already speaking to you? *immediately regrets it*

barty jr: i can hide a body so no one finds it and will never know what i did

regulus: care to share?

barty jr: no, i don't want you killing me and dumping my body!

sirius: *runs across tables, with peter in his animagus form*

remus: don't trip

james: don't fall

regulus: please fall

marlene: please trip

peter: *drinks tea*

sirius: *says something funny*

peter: *snorts and liquid comes out his nose* why is it spicy

lily: can i sell my uterus on the black market?

marlene: no, throw it at the government

lily: mass attack

sirius: you look like a pear

regulus: you look like a neglected child, oh wait, you are

james: i require stimulation *jumps up on table*

mcgonagall: hop down. that's paperwork

james: *remains on chairs and tables*

dorcas: you'll fall

james: of course i won't *then stumbles off chairs and grabs the air for support* woo, my life flashed before my eyes

remus: maybe listen? to warnings?

marlene: you radiate small dick energy, Sirius will become your step dad if you keep going

sirius: I definitely will

remus: *sees peter flicking a skewer around in his hands* ever wander how much force it'd take to stab a wooden skewer into your forearm?

james: *sees rem pick up a skewer* rEM nO!

marlene: how cool would it be to wear your baby or wisdom teeth as jewellery?

lily: mar, that’s not cool. you’re weird, and making us mildly worried..

marlene: i think it would just be so epic to walk into a class or store with your teeth hanging from your ears or neck.

james: *overs the conversation* just promise you won’t take ours whilst we sleep

muggle studies professor: did you know, the panda is actually useless? it has no significant job in nature...

sirius: is that why you’re a pand- sorry professor

muggle studies professor: *stunned* uh , moving on.

james: just look, it comes out white, see?

sirius: *snorts*

peter: what?

remus: are you aware of what you just said?

james: yeah? it comes out whi- oh.

* riding on the hogwarts express, returning to school*

remus: have you ever just wanted to hang out the side of a car and let your arm drag across the barbed wire fences they use for cows, to see how it would look all shredded and see how long it would take to entirely lose an arm or die??

peter: um. cant say i have.

james: say moony, you feeling alright there, lad?

remus: oh, yeah i’m fine. our minds work in mysterious ways, dont they? *smiles innocently*

james: they say on your knees is the best place to be

sirius: yeah, for sucking dick!

james: i was reading the church sign sirius, i didnt need your input about your time with moony

peter: maybe you could pretend you dont suck??

sirius: please, i do plenty of sucking just for his benefit

remus: no, you suck because your a bottom and like to be used because your parents found you useless.

sirius: *flushes red*

peter: my cue to leave * dragging james with him *

#marauders #hp marauders #marauders era #marauders fandom #marauders incorrect quotes #1970s #dead gay wizards #marlene mckinnon #james potter #lily evans #remus lupin #sirius black #regulus black #barty crouch jr #peter pettigrew #minerva mcgonagall

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November 5 – Family Ties One-Shot: Write a one-shot revolving around your character’s family, include 3 family members minimum.

Friday night dinner at the Johnson's

“Ok, so. What iiiiiiiiis six times six-” Jeremy held a pencil out to Suzie, who was sitting at the other side of the dinner table as the little girl held her hands over the top of her list of times-tables, being quizzed.

“Thirty … six?” She scrunched up her face, before counting it through on her fingers and deciding she had cracked it.

“Thirty-six!” Jeremy confirmed. “Good job.”

Friday nights were his sacred night, where (unless there was something really cool he wanted to go to instead) he would go home for dinner and to spend some quality time with his family. This wasn’t enough, in Suzie’s eyes, but it would have to do. She was even more cross that she’d been forced to do her homework before she could actually have any sort of fun and show Jeremy the new kingdom she was designing for all of her toys upstairs. But still, she had his virtually undivided attention, which was alright.

Mr Johnson was in the kitchen, where there was a rhythmic sound of chopping as he handled the vegetables for dinner. He craned his head briefly through the door to look into the dining room, and smiled. Jeremy was high-fiving his sister.

“Jere?”

His son’s head turned around to face him. “Yeah?”

“Can you have a look at the potatoes and check if I’ve done enough? I never know how many to do when your Uncle comes over, it throws off all my quantities. It can wait until you’ve got a good break-”

Jeremy nodded. “Sure thing. Just give me a minute.” It could wait until they’d got through Suzie’s homework, rather than him disappearing now. It wasn’t like his Mum had even got back from collecting Uncle Joe from the station (he’d been at a meeting in Salisbury earlier in the day, and was swinging by for a flying overnight visit before he headed home). Then there would usually be the inevitable ‘cup of tea, get him settled into the guest room, give everybody a chance to decompress from the work-day’ before dinner was actually served. So he wasn’t in a rush, even if he was the designated roast potato master. “Alright, now, Suze. You want to run through those six times tables for me another time? Show me you’ve mastered it, yeah?”

Suzie nodded, and began to recite the numbers in pattern, as Mr Johnson returned to the kitchen.

“What’re you listening to?” Jeremy asked as he made his way into the kitchen. His Dad had something soft and mellow playing, that Jeremy didn’t recognise. There was a large cup of tea on the worktop, and a small mountain of vegetables piled up. In the oven, a chicken was roasting away.

“Hm? Oh… boring,” Mr Johnson chuckled, “Just some old folk band.”

“It’s nice,” Jeremy smiled. His Dad listened to a lot of classical music, he wasn’t one for big things or loud things, and apparently never had been (the music scene of the 80s had really passed him by), but this somehow seemed to suit him. “You know the Gentleman’s President is really into his folk music? He wants us to make sure we include at least one folk or trad. Track in every arrangement this year.”

“Really?” Mr Johnson raised his eyebrows. “Nice to see some appreciation for tradition, I suppose.” He couldn’t imagine that it was all that glamorous, of course, compared to what the young people loved these days. “Anyway, there’s your potatoes. I’ll leave them to you, Potato Chef,” he gave Jeremy a smile, with a twinkle in his eyes.

Jeremy quietly went about filling a pan with water to begin the necessary rituals for his prized roast potatoes, listening to the music. His father was stirring gravy on the stove, and the two of them quietly went about their business. Suzie came stomping back downstairs from putting away her maths book, and came to sit at the table, when there was the tell-tale sound of the door opening and a loud call of, “We’re home!”

At that, Suzie leapt back away from the kitchen table and ran to the hall, where Uncle Joe made a suitably large fuss of her.

“Hi darling,” Julia Johnson laid her hand on her husband’s arm and pressed a kiss to his cheek, before she dumped her coat and bag down on the kitchen table. “And hello you,” she gave Jeremy a kiss on the cheek too, which made him scrunch his face slightly in a smile. It sounded like it had been a long day.

“Tea, or wine?” Mr Johnson asked, turning around from the stovetop.

“Just water, for the moment, I think,” Julia sighed, as she sat down and took her shoes off.

Uncle Joe emerged from the hall, with a big broad grin on his bearded face, and Suzie balanced on his hip. “Howdy Johnsons!” He greeted everybody, looking cheery and as if he hadn’t spent the whole week sitting in a blank, boring conference centre. “Jeremy Johnson, did you get taller?”

“It’s just the hair,” Mr Johnson cut in.

Jeremy grinned, and left the water to heat up so he could go and give his uncle a hug. “He’s right, I’m definitely not getting any taller.”

“We’ll get you some shoes with a big platform on them-” Uncle Joe joked.

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Jeremy crept slowly out of Suzie’s room, where the nightlight bathed everything in a purplish glow. He turned around as he left, with one hand on the door. A chaos of blonde curls spilled out all over her pillow. Hopefully she was having nice dreams about the story book they’d been reading through (all about a park keeper named Percy).

He pulled the door to behind him, but didn’t quite close it. If he did that, it would make a noise, and in an instant she would be awake and the whole process of bedtime would have to be repeated.

He padded down the landing, keeping to the side of the corridor to avoid the squeaky floorboard in the centre, and made his way down the stairs.

“It is a worry,” he heard his Dad’s voice drifting up the stairs. Jeremy slowed, one foot hovering above the next step. “He hasn’t really said anything about it, but I think he probably wants to do something with his music.”

The disapproval was obvious in his tone, even from here.

“He has at least agreed he’s going to finish his degree and make sure he gets a good degree,” His mother added. Jeremy lowered his foot, but stayed still. He didn’t want to eavesdrop but it felt like lately he’d been on the outside of these conversations all too often. Uncle Joe said something that Jeremy didn’t quite manage to make out.

“You’re right,” Mrs Johnson conceded, but she sounded troubled about it. “He is a good boy, I just … I worry, you know? I don’t want to see him throw his whole future away and then break his own heart for it.”

Jeremy felt his heart break a little in that moment anyway. He didn’t want to worry them, he didn’t want to break his own heart and risk having a future that would be difficult and would maybe never pay him back for all of his hard work. But wouldn’t he be doing all the same things if he settled for a career that didn’t actually bring him any joy? Wouldn’t that be heartbreaking and unfulfilling?

“He’ll be alright,” Uncle Joe spoke. Jeremy felt very warm towards him for a moment. “He is a good kid. Maybe this is just something he needs to explore, you know? It’s not as if he’s not a talented little sod,” he added.

Jeremy smiled to himself, then continued down the stairs, deliberately taking a few loud steps, before he swung the living room door open (and everybody looked around at him as if they hadn’t just been discussing him). “Sorry, I’m putting the kettle on, did anybody want anything?”

“Oh, no, thank you darling,” Mrs Johnson smiled, raising her glass of wine.

“No thanks Jere,” Mr Johnson shook his head.

“All good, thanks kiddo,” Uncle Joe smiled.

Jeremy swung the door shut behind him as he went to go and make himself a cup of tea. He would join them again in a moment or two, once he was done. For now he tried to fight the unsettled feeling in his stomach, and he pulled out his phone to reply to some texts that had come in while he’d been putting Suzie to bed.

#swynwrimo #swynwrimolaura #feeling very soft about son boy actually

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