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myfineline · 1 year

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Hi hi, hello! Snippet from #5 10 Year Reunion AU OR #4 Famous/Not-famous for the WIP game?

Also, I just tried to find your ao3 bc I saw those blurbs and was like ohhh this is my kind of author but I didn’t see it - could you share for someone who just found you? 🙏💛

Hiii,

First, thank you for reaching out! Also, I didn't realize that there wasn't a link to my writing until just now, so thank you for pointing that out too!

My AO3 is secretswekeepxx if you're interested. Fair warning, I haven't written in a while but am hoping to change that in the new year!

This is from #4 of my WIP game a snippet from my Famous/Non-Famous AU

Twenty Year Anniversary of ‘Night Changes’

March 2021 marks twenty years since the opening for Universal Studios cult favorite ‘Night Changes,” which starred a young Academy Award winner Harry Styles as well as lesser known actor Louis Tomlinson. Universal has announced that they will be re-releasing the film to theaters for a short time for generations old and new to enjoy. It’s been rumored that studio executives and director Ben Winston have some kind of cast reunion in the works. Variety has reached out to Universal but a representative has declined to comment.

The accompanying photo is the same one that they’d used for the original promotion of the film all those years ago. Just looking at it makes Harry nostalgic.

Harry will never forget how he felt after that movie was finally released.

He’d been acting for as long as he could remember, but ‘Night Changes’ was the first role for which he’d ever received serious recognition. Hollywood is a fickle place and most actors who have been around for as long as Harry has, or who have experienced the same kind of success, tend to discredit the roles that came before their Academy recognition. Harry, however, could and would wax poetic about how much he loved making that film, to anyone who would listen. And to the people who actually would listen, it was pretty obvious why - for him, it always came back to Louis.

Louis had made such an impact on Harry. For all of the roles he’s played, all the places he’s been and all the people he’s met since, he’s yet to find another person he’s clicked with so immediately.

Harry allows himself to wonder what the adult version of Louis might be like. He’d be in his thirties now, and Harry couldn’t help but think about where he might be, what he might be doing, if he’d married and had children... if he ever thinks about Harry, misses the friendship they had.

Harry takes one more look at the article before deciding to just grab the magazine and move into the room where Niall is still on the phone with Jeff. Harry barely registers what he’s doing before he’s moving into Niall’s space and removing the phone from Niall’s ear to bring it up to his own.

“Jeff,” Harry’s voice cuts off whatever Jeff had been rattling on to Niall about, “I’d like to meet for dinner tonight.”

#my writing #WIP meme #writing meme #Famous/Non-Famous AU

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somethingboutafic · 3 months

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Famous/Non-Famous

14/09/2019 by MediaWhore (G) word count: 3,925 In mid-September Harry comes home. A Tired Tired Sea Coda

It's written all over your...(or: the Red Carpet fic) by BlueNeptuune (E) word count: 11,569 The star-studded cast of Steal My Girl graced the red carpet on Saturday night ahead of the premiere screening, sparking an internet sensation like no other. The film itself received an average of 4-and-a-half stars from early reviews, launching it into the spotlight as a contender for the up-and-coming awards season, but the real news came from the carpet itself. Oscar-winner Louis Tomlinson (Kill My Mind, Back For You) made his first public appearance following the badly-hidden split from his management in early 2020, and he wasn’t exactly keen to talk about it. It was also the first time since his earliest work (Still The One is featured on our summer-vibes throwback list) that he’s attended the carpet by himself – rumours swirled that he’d split with his long-time girlfriend, but are the two things related? Tomlinson himself wasn’t spilling any tea, but it looks like one journalist in particular might have coaxed a little more out of him than anyone else...

A Hungry Heart by jacaranda_bloom (E) word count: 27,601 Harry Styles, florist and Great British Bake Off contestant, loves many things. He loves his flower shop, he loves baking, and there’s also that little crush he has on pop star Louis Tomlinson. But when Louis arrives on set as the surprise guest judge, Harry’s worlds collide. Throw in a cup of cuteness, a teaspoon of teasing, and a pinch of pining, and there’s all the ingredients for an epic love story, or absolute chaos.

Something Great by infinitelymint (E) word count: 31,061 Louis is a student and Harry is the mega-famous singer that happens to post a photo with Louis in the background. Together they kind of break the internet.

somewhere only we know by bethaboo (E) word count: 44,536 Personal assistant Louis knows something is up with his best friend and employer Harry. And it's not just his big tour coming up or the ever-increasing womanizing rumors about the popstar. To get to the bottom of Harry's moodiness, Louis decides he has to kidnap him and take him on a roadtrip up the California coast to Portland. The roadtrippiest road trip fic ever written. Basically an excuse for gratuitous fluff and smut with a pinch of angst tossed in for good measure.

tangled up in you by missandrogyny (E) word count: 45,152 Harry blinks once. And blinks again. And says, his voice dangerous: “Niall, did you get me a mail-order bride?” Because what the actual fuck. It kind of looks like Niall’s just purchased a person. For Harry. Niall blinks back at him for a few moments, before throwing his head back and howling with laughter. Harry throws a pillow at him. Hard. “No, what the fuck, Harry.” “A prostitute then?” Harry also doesn't want a prostitute. “Of course not!” “A stripper?” “No!” Damn, he’s running out of ideas. He settles for launching another pillow at Niall’s head. Niall bats it away easily, still laughing. “Stop!” “What did you get me, then?!” Niall must hear the tinge of hysteria in his voice, because he’s pulling himself together, trying to stop himself from laughing. There’s still a big grin on his face, though, when he says, “I got you a professional cuddler.” A professional…what. “What?”

And Now I Date Cate's Brother by sunflouwerhabit (NR) word count: 46,604 A drunken writing session ends with a song detailing the fictitious summer romance between Louis and his former friend’s twin brother. It accidentally goes viral.

Some Records Turnin' by crimsontheory (E) word count: 49,330 Harry is a soft alpha who owns a record store and Louis is a closeted singer omega masquerading as an alpha who randomly stumbles into Harry’s store.

Carry This Feeling by Awriterwrites, dimpled_halo (E) word count: 49,927 Harry knows, objectively, that he shouldn't try to get his ghostwriter into bed. He knows. But...he finds it hard to resist temptation when Louis waltzes into his home and his life and turns everything upside down. And, as it turns out, Louis might just need a little turning upside down too.

Fall Into Your Gravity by zarah5 (E) word count: 74,004 AU. In which Harry is an overnight pop sensation and Louis steals plants, Zayn pulls Liam's proverbial pigtails and Niall's really just pleased there are more girls for him.

Back From The Edge by sincewewereeighteen (M) word count: 113,059 the one in which Harry is a closeted actor who needs to do a PR stunt during his break, only he wasn't counting on falling for his beard's best friend. It gets messy.

Tired Tired Sea by MediaWhore (M) word count: 113,303 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.

How Many Times Will It Take (To Get This Right) by LilyBlue28 (E) word count: 157,806 The one where Louis and Harry used to be good friends (and casual fuck buddies), until Harry's music career took off and he left for a world tour. Louis disappeared from his life after that and for the next four years Harry mourns the loss of his friend (and his lover) until fate brings them back together, and Harry's life turns upside down...again.

love is a word, you gave it a name by CuckooTrooke (E) word count: 158,591 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.

Be There by mission2feelike (NR) word count: 179,339 The one where their family has been torn apart and their hearts broken, but an accident, a snowstorm, cinnamon rolls, and the adorable Josie force Louis and Harry to finally face the truth, and each other.

Let Me Be Your Star by lovelarry10 (E) word count: 252,617 Harry Styles has always been a singer, but he’s never had much confidence in himself. When his idol is brought on as the new judge on The X-Factor, he figures, what the hell? He’d get to sing and meet his idol. What could go wrong? Louis Tomlinson has always wanted to mentor young musicians. When he’s asked to be a judge on The X-Factor, it’s a dream come true, everything he ever wanted. What he didn’t expect was to meet a curly-headed stranger that would turn his life upside down

#famous/non-famous au #larry fic rec #larry fanfiction #larry fic

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harrysdaydream-tpwk · 9 months

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part 1 - how you meet

summary: part one, harry and y/n meet for the first time. it isn’t smooth sailing, but shes intrigued.

warnings: none

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

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“Fuck, shit!”, you swore, hitting the espresso maker, once and then again, when the only thing it did was to spew more steam at you, fogging up your glasses.

“You alright?”, one of your coworkers asked and you nodded, though defeated.

“You think you can take over preparing the drinks for me, while I’ll handle the register? If I have to fight this machine one more time, something will be broken and it will either be my hand or the coffeemaker.” You looked at him desperately, your hands folded together in a silent plea.

“Alright, alright”, he laughed, “Don’t want to call an ambulance because you couldn’t control your anger. At least I won’t have to deal with asshole customers anymore.” He passed you and you blew him a bunch of exaggerated kisses before sliding right behind the cash register, slightly more motivated to finish the rest of your shift than before.

It was unusually quiet for Friday afternoon, normally all of the tables would’ve been taken- from desperate college students trying to finish their essays to single mothers, hoping to rekindle their failed love life. Although the job was a pain in your ass and barely covered all the bills and loans you had to pay off, it always had something to offer for your personal entertainment.

But now, as you waited for something to happen, other than the few fifteen years olds throwing straws at each other in the corner booth, you felt terribly bored. Your elbows quickly found their way to the counter and you put your chin in your waiting hands, blowing a strand of hair out of your face.

The nameless indie music idling out of the speakers above your head lulled you in a state of trance as you stared at the passer-by’s outside of the store, the big glass front not sparing you any detail. Even your coworker, who was the only employee inside the store besides you, had sat down on a few cases of soda stacked together, blasting TikTok and its annoying sounds throughout the whole store, but in this moment you couldn’t care less.

Then, suddenly, you were ripped out of your daydreaming by the bell ringing above the door and you stood up fast, startling not only the newcomers, but yourself as well.

“Hey, welcome in. Is there anything I can get started for you?”, you asked, peering at the three men, who just stared for a moment, as if assessing the situation. Weird.

The place you worked at was in a small side street, away from the bigger crowds, with quirky names for almost all of the things you had on your menu, so you gave your new customers a second to understand and choose something from your assortment.

Before you could turn away and pretend to be busy, one of them spoke up, though quietly, you could barely hear him.

“Hi. Sorry, we didn’t expect such an enthusiastic greeting. Is there anything you would recommend?” His voice was deep and gentle and you couldn’t help but admit that he looked exactly like the kind of man you would usually go for.

“I don’t know”, you reply, your voice now back to its usual octave and enthusiasm- or rather the lack thereof, “I usually just get the Iced Caramel Macchiato.”

To this day, you still refused to read any of the actual names of the drinks out loud.

“I’ll take that one then”, the man said, smiling at you. You nod as you type his order into your register.

“Anything else?”, you asked, smiling your “customer service smile” as your friends jokingly called it and the other two men nodded, replying with their orders.

“Alright, will that be to-go or are you staying in?” You waited for a second while they looked at each other and thought to yourself “That question couldn’t have been that hard”.

Finally, the guy with the long, brown hair mumbled “To go, please.”

“Okay then, swipe your card whenever you’re ready. And I need a name to call when your coffee is done.”

“Harry”, the guy who spoke to you first replied and stepped forward, pressing his card on the card reader. You nodded satisfied.

You turned around briefly, to check if you coworker, Charlie, got the order. Pleased that he was already on it, you directed your gaze back to the front of the store. Startled, you reeled back. Harry, who was the only one still standing in front of the counter, was starting at you intently. The other two had fallen back, standing near the door, as if they were waiting- no rather watching out for something- or someone.

“Is there anything else I can get for you?”, you inquired, observing how his shoulders rode up defensively. He was wearing a long, blue jacket, a hat and sunglasses and if you were honest, his outfit looked absolutely ridiculous. Paired with the black nike shorts, he looked a bit mismatched, like he was unsure whether it was warm out or not. You could’ve easily answered that question, seeing as you had been sweating profusely since you left your studio apartment this morning.

You were sure you looked disgusting, your uniform clinging uncomfortably to the body parts you most certainly didn’t want them to stick to, mascara probably smudged from the humidity from the steam that had been blowing in your face earlier.

How he managed to still look fresh, even with the thick jacket on was an absolute mystery to you.

“No, no, sorry. I like your button”, he answered, referring to the grumpy cat pin your mother had gifted you a while ago. It was ridiculous and cheesy, but it reminded you of home, so you wore it anytime you felt even slightly homesick. You debated telling him as much, but you weren’t up for much of a conversation, so you settled on a polite “Thank you.”

He smiled and nodded.

“Order for Harry?”, Charlie called and the man looked around, rather paranoid, as if he was scared someone was going to jump up from behind the counter any second.

“That’s me”, he said, still shyly smiling at you before turning towards the pick-up station.

“Have a nice day”, you called out sarcastically behind him and he waved, walking out the door, his company joining soon after.

You exhaled deeply and turned towards Charlie again, who suddenly squealed loudly. “Oh my God, what?”, you said, clutching your hand over your chest.

“Do you know who that was?”, he asked, excitedly, “Harry fucking Styles. And I think he liked you with all that staring he did.”

“No, it wasn’t. Was it?”, you asked disbelievingly. He nodded, “Oh, yeah. It was him. I’d recognize him anywhere. I think he’s actually having a show in town tonight.”

“But why would he come in here out of all places? I mean, we’re far away from anything slightly entertaining or fun.” You looked at Charlie quizzically.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged, “Maybe that’s exactly the point. What are the odds of getting recognized by hoards of fans in a small shop like this?”

“I guess so.”

You grabbed a wet cloth from the sink, starting to wipe down the counter, not able to shake the fact that superstar Harry Styles just walked into your workplace, however annoyed you might’ve been at that moment, it had felt oddly right and somehow meaningful. You touched the pin on your apron carefully, smiling at the chipped feeling of the plastic fading at the edges.

Two days later, the incident- which was how Charlie kept calling it, was nothing but a fun story you could tell your friends and something to be teased about by your coworkers. Yes, you had been kind of rude to him, maybe you could’ve been a bit nicer. Treat People with Kindness or whatever he always preached. But it was in the past now. It wasn’t like you would ever see him again.

At least that’s what you told the part of yourself that kept insisting that maybe he would return- the nagging voice that believed Charlie, who kept shooting you meaningful glances whenever one of Harry’s songs played on the radio.

You were in a middle of a lunch rush, the small room of the shop packed with people, when your wishful thinking suddenly became reality. Right in the middle, as if the crowd had split in two, he appeared. Or maybe he had just entered through the door like everyone else did and patiently waited in line. You couldn’t be sure.

“Harry, hi”, you greeted sincerely, when he approached the counter, “What brings you back?” You smiled ruefully, thinking about your last interaction.

“Hi. Slightly better mood today, huh?” So he had picked up on it last time. Your eyes travelled down his body quickly- you couldn’t help it, sue you. He was wearing a white button down this time, messily tucked in a light washed pair of denim shorts- although he managed to make it look stylish- and no sunglasses. His hair was hidden by a yellow crochet bucket hat. Cute.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I didn’t know who you were and I wasn’t having a good day. What can I do for you today?”, you apologized.

“I think everyone deserves kindness, even if they weren’t popular. But it’s alright, can’t always be nice, especially in customer service. I get it, worked in a bakery for some time back at home.” He took his own shtick quite seriously you noted, but smiled politely.

“I would love to talk to you some more, but the place is packed right now. Is there anything I can get for you?”, you tried again.

“Yeah, yeah”, he chuckled, “I’ll get the Iced Caramel Macchiato again, it was really good the last time and also-“, he paused for a second, looking at your display of pastries, “One of the vegan carrot cakes, please.”

“Sure, anything else?”

“No, that’s all, thank you.”

You finish the transaction and say goodbye before tending to the next customer, a middle aged woman raising her eyebrows impatiently at you.

The rest of your shift goes by smoothly, with only a few minor incidents disrupting your flow. It all felt to good to be true, your interaction with Harry still in the back of your mind. The conversation had left you unsatisfied, craving more.

You didn’t know much about him, besides that he was Harry Styles and apparently currently on tour. He shared something with you and you couldn’t help but wonder if there would’ve been more if you had just let him talk. That’s what you reprimanded yourself for as you took of your apron and the shirt you wore for work in the locker rooms, pulling on a black hoodie with a nonsensical print on the front.

“I’ll see you tomorrow”, you yelled in the general direction of the store as you leave through the back door, a cigarette already waiting to be lit in your right hand. It was a bad habit and you were desperate to stop smoking- but on days like this it was the only thing keeping you sane.

“Hey”, a voice suddenly called and you shot up surprised, the cig almost falling out of your mouth. You took a quick drag before lowering it. Turning around, you spotted Harry of all people leaning against the wall of the back of your shop.

“Jesus Christ, what are you doing here?”, you asked disbelievingly, clutching your chest dramatically.

“Sorry, one of your coworkers told me what time you get off. They also told me your name”, he explained, peering at you with his green eyes. Fuck, why did he have to be so handsome?

“Stalker-much?”, you couldn’t help but ask, only half joking. You brought your cigarette up to your lips again, inhaling deeply, before blowing out the smoke through your nose- welcoming the rush the nicotine gave you.

“I just wanted the chance to have a conversation with you, Y/N”, he said, rolling his eyes, but smiling at the same time. It was weird hearing your name out of his mouth.

“Why?” He shrugged helplessly, observing you smoke for a second before answering.

“Fuck if I know. Couldn’t stop thinking about you, even on stage, and my friends kept teasing me. I’m in town until tomorrow, then I’m off to Cardiff.”

“Yeah, I get it. My coworker Charlie kept wagging his eyebrows at me everytime he saw someone wearing your merch. He was the one preparing the drinks for you.” You hoisted up your tote bag, which kept slipping of your shoulder.

Harry chuckled. “He did a pretty good job if I do say so myself. The Macchiato was really good. Cashier had some perks too though.”

“He’ll pass out if I tell him what you just said. But tell me more about this cashier. Were they cute?”, you flirted back, a smirk on your face.

“Oh, very. I was hoping it’d get her number by chance”, he tried as you threw the butt of your cigarette on the pavement, stomping it out with your checkered Vans.

“Well, you’re in luck. It’s not everyday an international pop-star asks me for my cell. Can’t resist your charm”, you said quietly. His shoulders dropped slightly, as if remembering his position in the world, but he caught himself.

Harry hands you his phone and says, “Just type it in yourself. It’s always easier this way.”

You nodded, taking his phone with clammy hands. What a weird, surreal world you were suddenly thrown into. The fact that he trusted you enough to just pass you his phone. The fact that he was standing opposite you, watching you, being interested in you. You wondered if this was all a dream you’d suddenly be woken up from.

But no one did. This was reality, you realized as you pressed the cellphone back into his waiting hand, brushing it with the movement. You looked at each other for a moment.

“The cute girl from the coffee place? Really?”, he asked and you giggled. Honest to God giggled. What has your life become?

Harry pocketed his phone, letting his hands hang loosely at his sides. “Well”, he cleared his throat, “I have to go. Rehearsals and all that. I’m already too late. I’ll text you?” He looked at you hopefully.

“Sure”, you answered, smiling softly, “I’ll be waiting.” You step closer, standing on your tiptoes and pressed a light kiss to his cheek- a barely there brush of lips, but he still blushed.

“I’ll see you around, H.”

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well, this marks the first part of my first ever series on this account. i’m actually so excited to see what people think. don’t forget to leave a like& follow for more<3 stay tuned!

#harry styles #harry styles blurb #harry styles concert #harry styles fluff #harry styles oneshot #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles x fem reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfiction rec #harry’s house #harry styles wembley #harry styles au #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfictio #harry styles love on tour #harry styles x non famous!reader

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lynxindisguise · 12 days

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... does anyone know anything about being a touring musician? ... in 1995??? bc I'm happy to bullshit my way through this one (as is sirius) but if anyone has any basic info on how this sort of thing works I will happily take it.

#for ref they're in a tour bus touring around the us #they aren't super famous but def have a following #this is why I never write non-magical au's I don't know how the world works lmao

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theroguesue · 1 year

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the delicate beginning rush by roguesue [famous/non-famous, mature, 89k]

He's so in love it feels silly sometimes, not really thinking it's possible for someone his age feel such strong things about a bloke he met while scrolling through fucking Instagram. Before Louis arrived to Manchester, he used to stay up at night and think maybe it was all a big dream his mind had created in those moments he had between life and death, that instead of showing him all his life, it created a fantasy with the man of his dreams, finally getting to fall in love. It was bloody dumb, he knew that, but he also knew how much life hated him, how he had been miserable for almost his entire existence.

And right now, in Louis' arms, he prays this isn't his imagination or a dream, he prays to whoever is out there that he'll always have this, his love with Louis.

Harry finds Louis without meaning to, quickly obsessing with the blue-eyed boy and somehow ends up having a long distance relationship with him, getting to have the teenage love story he always longed for. But Harry quickly learns that it’s not as easy as it seems, having to decide what’s best for the both of them.

#the delicate beginning rush #roguesue #my fic #larry fic #larry fic rec #hlficlibrary #online relationship #famous #non famous au #rockstar louis #student harry #89k #idk #please pay attention to me #first time doing this

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wolfstarshipping · 9 months

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wading in waist-high water by @colgatebluemintygel (82.060 words) Rating: Explicit Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

modern AU, muggle AU, Great British Bake Off AU

Summary: Remus is a PhD student and hobbyist baker who finds himself adrift following his father’s death. On a whim, he enters the Great British Bake Off and is swept up in a flurry of curdled custard, shrunken souffle, and under-proved dough. Remus expects to be challenged and to embarrass himself on public television. What he doesn’t account for are the friendships he develops with the other contestants and the deep connection he forms with his teenage crush, Sirius Black: charming ex-boy band member and Bake Off host. or, Sirius groans, dropping his head back into his hands. “It’s the dough,” he mumbles into the skin of his palms. “It’s the kneading. It’s his hands. They’re obscene.” Lily laughs. “They are a bit, aren’t they?”

Comment: This is one of the best fics I've read in a while, I just love how it almost felt like I was actually watching GBBO with all these lovely characters (I have a special place in my heart for Arthur and all his ties!!) and reading about Remus and Sirius and how their relationship slowly develops and all the tension between them (and the dough kneading!) and the whole forbidden love theme was just PERFECTION. If you haven't read this fic already I highly recommend checking it out!!

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onesweetworld18 · 10 months

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#famous/non-famous Below Deck AU #Louis charters the boat for his crew for the day #Harry is the chief stew

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my-ao3-library · 3 months

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flicker

Jeongguk likes to be one with the shadows but he's the brightest thing Taehyung has ever seen.

15,004 words.

+ SEQUEL

daybreak

Jeongguk doesn't want a lot of things. Just Taehyung. Sometimes, that alone already seems like too much.

(Or: in which one random schedule brings Jeongguk closer to Taehyung for the first time since a year and a half. The first time since Taehyung left him without so much of a warning and breaking his heart into tiny little pieces.)

27,738 words.

#taekook #actor jeongguk #manager taehyung #famous/non famous au

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nostalgia-tblr · 1 year

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I realised that the 10k words that I currently have is likely a much smaller fraction of the hypothetical completed work than I thought it was going to be and I told myself I shouldn't take anything out because it all seems to be fitting together fairly neatly BUT I am def starting to have my doubts about the value of "the scene where the two male characters discuss whether the female character (who is not in this scene) should be breastfeeding the baby that she just had with one of those men (but she's been passing it off as the other one's)" because WTF that sounds AWFUL and I think I only put it in there because I was all YAY I'M JUST GONNA WRITE ABOUT MEDIEVAL QUEENS (KIND OF!!!) and there was that whole Thing in monarchies where you have to get a wetnurse in because breastfeeding reduces fertility and your shitty husband needs AT LEAST another couple of boys what with infant mortality being what it was in them days. And for some reason (probably sleep-deprivation TBQH) I at some point thought that it wouid be a good thing to put into an MCU fic???

#wip tag #now that i type this out it has become both worse AND funnier to me so who knows what i will decide to do with it in the end #i also remembered that this entire adventure into whatever the heck i am actually making now is because i realised that two famous queens #i forget which ones OBVIOUSLY #were famous for pulling off the same feat #which is 1) pop out at least one boy #2) outlive your shitty husband #and 3) your child-king son is now basically your talking puppet and you run a country now you go girl yas queen slay etc etc etc #i think one might have been catherine di medici? and... possibly margaret beaufort? (i know henry wasn't a kid at the time but yk)#POSSIBLY one was Empress Cixi? aka the one non-European more-or-less-queen that I know anything about #but anyway yes the trick here is to have a royal son and then refuse to ever die #elizabeth woodville has to be an Honourary Mention because she COULD have done it as well #had her brother-in-law not realised she was about to do that and kidnapped usurped and then probably-murdered the boy in question #Henry VIII's famous gang of queens all failed to meet at least one of the requirements :(#anyway hello some years ago i started reading books about famous dead queens and now what have i become???#BTW monarchies are a terrible idea #just scrolled up to see wtf i am typing this stuff under oh yeah it's the post about the lactation debate scene oh noooo #gonna... gonna hit post now while i still can #the Sylki AU that got longer and wronger

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sburbian-sage · 10 months

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Our Seer of Time claims I'm gonna be one of the exiles. To be explicitly clear, yes, I am a player, no, I'm not one of the carapace guys, this whole thing seems impossible but I don't know enough about how the game works to dispute it. Should I be worried? Rather, what should I be more worried about, my grim and sandy future or our Seer's unreliability?

I wasn't under the impression that you were a Carapacian, although now you've got me thinking that I don't talk to those guys enough. If you ever feel your skin hardening or all of your teeth turning sharp/blunt, do hit me up though.

In actuality though, I don't think you're going to be turning into a Carapacian literally. What this most likely means is that you'll be filling the role of an Exile, by sending messages to certain player, from the future of your destroyed home planet. The real question is wondering why or how this would be the case.

If your Seer is correct, there's two potential ways this happens. On accident, or on purpose. If on accident, then in the near future it's entirely possible you step into some weird device that sends you many nears in the future back to your homeworld. So be more cautious be less cautious because if this doesn't happen it creates a Doomed Timeline. After bumbling in here you'll most likely wander to a terminal and send a bunch of messages to some poor unfortunate coplayer. If on purpose, then you and/or the Seer will direct you to take the role of an Exile, potentially replacing one altogether, either because they maliciously sabotage the session or are dead and their lack of advice causes a travesty. In both cases, there are a few main concerns to look out for.

The first concern is the fact that Exiles have special powers that you may not have. I'm pretty sure it's innate to the Carapacian once they become an Exile and is not a property of the terminals they use, but basically they can essentially mind control the player under some circumstances. It's not malevolent, but there's two main instances in which they intervene. When the player has hit rock bottom, so a Knight decides they don't want to fight anymore, or a Seer isn't seeing something right in front of them. It's basically just a "don't give up yet" word of encouragement. I don't think you'll have any issues here. The second one is that Exiles can't self-terminate, and they prevent players from doing so either. So basically, if you're outright replacing an Exile for the long term, the player you're supervising won't have a safety net preventing them from committing suicide. The good news is that while I'm sure most players have depressive tendencies (being forced into this endless cycle does that to you), most of them don't act on it, especially if they tried already and their Exile yelled at them for it. The bad news is, if someone does want to neckrope, the only thing preventing them from doing so is you. So no pressure, you've got this.

The second concern is that you'll be an Exile forever, and the answer is "no way". If your Seer of Time isn't a shithead, then they'll use their powers to extract you from your role once you've completed it. And if the Seer can't do that for some reason, we have Appearifiers for that. You won't have to worry about aging or harsh conditions that much if you're God-Tiered, but you should probably bring some food with you (enough to share with the other Exiles). And your players definitely won't forget you, partially because you can use the terminal to talk to them, and partially because doing the endgame is a feat without a full party. I also don't remember whether or not the Door Beyond The End opens up without every currently alive player present. Either way, they should be able to rescue you and if they don't then there's a solid chance that this will lead to all of your collective dooms, so feel free to be smug as the Horrorterrors close in.

Of course, all of this hinges upon the assumption that the Seer of Time made a correct prediction. It's entirely possible that this isn't the case, and all of this wordcount was for nothing. Hope for the best, prepare for the worst.

#ask and receive #sburb #replay value au #seer class #time aspect #exiles #also players using time travel to play some role the entire session isn't uncommon #one famous session had a Villain-type character who opposed the players and helped them from time to time kind of like Proto Man/Blues #and in the end it turned out to be the non-Time Maid player who swapped positions with their other self at the ending platform

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twerkforambrose · 2 years

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Working on a fexi fic based on some of my au will it ever see the light of day

#let’s hope so #it’s famous!lexi and with non famous!fez #fex x lexi #fexi #fexi au #i have 5 chapters done trying to get at least 10 done before I start posting #text post

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wolfstarshipping · 11 months

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Step & Repeat (62.744 words) by @theresthesnitch Rating: Mature Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

modern AU, muggle AU, fake dating

Summary: Step & Repeat: 1. A banner with a repeating motif or picture that is used as a backdrop for pictures, like for a red carpet. 2. The act of actually falling in love with your celebrity best friend while being his fake boyfriend on said red carpet while the whole world thinks you’re already in love. Or, at least, that’s how it happened to Remus.

Comment: Fake dating is one of my favorite tropes, and this fic had absolutely everything I could wish for: lots and lots of mutual pining and totally platonic cuddling, so much domestic fluff, Sirius as a movie star, Remus as a writer, did I mention the mutual pining?? I'm sad I missed it when it was still a WIP because following along the social media posts on tumblr sounds so fun, but I'm so glad I read it now, because it was such a great fic, and the media content in between chapters makes the experience even more immersive, I highly recommend checking it out if you haven't already read it!

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chisukee · 2 years

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you and the painter - chapter 1

cw fluff, traumatic past, mention of past suicide character albedo a/n another re-upload from my ao3!! credits - moonbyunniee (helped with advice), val (fanfic idea) :3

thank you moonbyunniee and val for helping me :)

His light ashy hair stood out amongst the others. His signature look was a little ponytail at the back, with the rest of his hair let loose. Either way, his hair was always stunning, attracting all his fangirls. Softest shade of blue, capturing a part of a beautifully pale blue summer sky. His eyes always seize your attention, dragging your eyes all the way up to his eyes.

Countless amounts of paintings, looking like it took a few months to finish. His paintings always leads the naked eye to every single part of the painting somehow, which is probably why he is such a distinguished painter.

You glance to the side, looking at all the fangirls crowding around Albedo. You sigh quietly, cracking your knuckles.

You came to the art exhibit in hoping to see his new art work, and also wishing you could see him. But you couldn't, everyone was crowding him. You could only see a bit of his light ashy hair popping out from the crowd.

You look back at his new painting and go off to see his other ones.

"Can you believe Albedo is here today? I didn't know myself!" You hear some girls say as they walk past you.

You sigh in frustration, pressing your nail into your finger.

When I ever get to see him in person?

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You're wandering around the art exhibit, admiring all the art works. Each of them has their own meaning behind it and you can guess what the meaning is just by looking at it.

"Woah, Zahra zahra! Look at this one!"

A girl with short brown hair, drags another girl with shoulder length, brown hair to a painting.

"Ew, why does she has hand prints over her body?"

"What do you think the hands mean?"

"I don't know, maybe someone was touching her too much?

You stop walking, and turn around to see which painting they're talking about. You slowly walk up to the painting as the two girls leave, the short haired girl, clinging onto the other girl.

Heh, they look cute together.. You thought to yourself, before turning to the painting.

A close up shot of a girl, with black hair. She's curled up into a ball, burying her head into her knees and there seems to be a shadow in front of her, looming over her.

No.. Memories.. Terrible ones start to flash through your head, connecting you to this painting. He wanted to touch you, choke you with his hands...

Your sleeve was now wet with snot. You kept on wiping your nose so much, that your nose burns. Gah.. Why did I have to start crying at the art exhibit out of all places?

You look up to see if anybody's in your surroundings. You felt the tears prickling to your eyes when you felt the memories flooding back and immediately ran to the xxx area, as you know not many people will be there.

And now you're crying, legs crossed, on the floor, praying that no one sees you.

"Dammit.." You mumble, sniffling and wiping your eyes again.

"Hello, are you alright miss?"

You hear someone ask you. You've bought your knees to your chest, and you're resting your head on your knees, looking to the left, with your arms wrapped around your legs.

"Ah.. Yes.. I'm alright, thank you for asking," you look up, but you don't like to your right. You know this person is sitting down next to you, but you're too scared to look. What if there is dried snot on my face..? Gah.. I can't look…

"Ah.. Alright then. What are you doing sitting here?"

His voice is soothing and gentle. You can fall asleep right now, just by listening to him talk to you.

"I'm resting.. Here.." You chuckle at your own lie. Resting here? HERE, out of all places? There's a bench right in of me.. What a stupid lie..

Silence.

"What is your favourite art work in this exhibit?"

You smile slightly at the question. Whenever you talk to people, they always ask you random questions, such as "do you know Albedo?" or "what's your favourite art work from Albedo?"

Sure you like Albedo.. But.. What about the other artists?

"My favourite piece is probably xxx.. His art works are.. Unique.. But I also like Albedo's art works.. I love how his art drags the eye to every single detail of the art work.. Showing everything the painting has to offer.." You blush as you just realized you started rambling.

He chuckles, sighing.

"I'm glad you like my art work.."

"My.. Art work"? You turn around and find yourself staring into icy blue eyes. They're smiling at you, with delight.

"Albedo.. I'm so sorry.." You wipe your eyes and wipe your nose with your sleeve.

"Haha, there is no need to be sorry miss," Albedo smiles again.

"What seems to be the problem? You seem to have been crying."

You look ahead of you, not sure what to say to him.

"It's nothing, really," you chuckle nervously, standing up.

"I'll be going now, I need to get home to prepare dinner."

Albedo stands up as well, and takes out his phone.

"If you need anything, please don't hesitate to call me," Albedo smiles.

You take out your phone from your back pocket, and create an new contact for Albedo.

"Thank you.." You smile, bowing your head and walking off.

What the crabbing soup hell help. What on earth how..

You continue walking off, quietly panicking in your head, questioning how you got his number.

#albedo x reader #albedo fluff #genshin impact fluff #genshin #fanfiction #genshin modern au #non-famous x famous

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