love that rachel zegler is shitting on the original snow white movie as if it isn't the highest grossing animated film, ever. as if walt disney didn't use his own fucking house as collateral to finance it. as if a feature length colour animation wasn't revolutionary at the time and people didn't work overtime, invented animating mechanisms for the movie. as if it didn't win walt an oscar and make disney what it is today. as if snow white and the seven dwarfs (1937) wasn't a cultural milestone in hollywood history. as if snow white isn't worth anything today because she isn't Girlboss™. as if once upon a time, mirror mirror and red shoes didn't already make snow white an independent leader or whatever. as if it isn't the reason she's currently employed —

A Long Way From The Playground | Charlie Gillespie

Requested by @faithie-brock-gillespie01​: Can you make one where me and Charlie go out to hang out around the town and I get pinned to the wall by man who hasn’t left me alone all day (like he attacks me when Charlie just goes to the bathroom or something) and then all of a sudden Charlie comes back and saves me by pulling the guy off. They get into a small fight and he ends up growling “mine” and pointing at the guy as I pull him back and out of the place. After I pull him out and get him home. When home I patch him up (because he has a few cuts on his face) and he ends up confessing (after I ask why he did it) that he hates to see me get hurt so he saved me. We end up confessing to loving one another.*My name: y/nMy nicknames: sweetheart, sweetie, love, Princess, queen, angel, nugget (Or whatever you can think of. )*charlies nicknames: Char, King, Baby Boy, My Prince, My Prince Charming, My Love, Babe, Sweetheart, baby, love bug, sweetie, sweetheart,  my prince, baby, baby boy, sweet cakes, babe, sweetie, or even Troy (like I use it as a funny thing to mess with him, because he’s kinda like my Troy), real life Luke (because it’s again a funny thing in the relationship or like because he acts like a real life one hence the real life part), (Or whatever you can think of. )

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Warnings: angst, sexual harassment, fight,

Words: 3,426

You’ve been friends with Charlie for ages. The first day at Kindergarten, a mean girl had pushed you off the swing during recess, and when Charlie saw this, he came up to help you. He pushed the girl off the swing she stole from you and then rushed to your side to help you up. He accompanied you to the school nurse and even stayed after the wound on your knee had been taken care of. The nurse had given both of you a lollipop and allowed you to wait in her office until recess was over. Ever since that day, you and Charlie had been inseparable. You went through life together, supporting each other’s decisions and helping out whenever the other was in trouble.  It was really hard on you when Charlie went to LA to pursue his acting career, but you supported him nonetheless. This was his dream, and as a best friend, it was your duty to let him go and pursue that dream, even if that meant leaving you in Dieppe all by yourself. Your relationship never really suffered from the distance between the two of you. There were consistent FaceTime calls and constant texts, it’s almost as though he’s not even gone. The only thing that might cause disturbance is your feelings for him. You were eighteen when you first realized that you’d much rather kiss Charlie than hug him, when his otherwise platonic touches were felt everywhere. Everywhere. But, of course, you decided not to say anything because it might just ruin what you have, and what you have is really special. In 2019, Charlie asks you to come along with him to Vancouver where he’s going to be shooting Julie and The Phantoms, a Kenny Ortega project. You, being a big fan of the director and Charlie, decide to come along. You deserve a little break, and you’ve missed Charlie too much to pass up this opportunity. “Bubbaaaaa!” you shriek as you run up to him in the grand hallway of Vancouver International Airport, leaving your luggage somewhere along the way. He’s holding out his arms, ready to catch you as you jump up and into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist, clutching onto him like a koala bear. Passengers leaving or arriving give you weird looks, annoyed at the disturbance in their day, but you don’t care. It’s been months since you’d last seen this man, and you’re way too excited to  be in his arms again. “Hey Nugget,” he mumbles in your hair, inhaling the fresh scent of  peonies, his most favorite. “Gosh, I missed ya.” He loosens his arms a little to put you back on your feet, but you don’t want to let go yet. A chuckle vibrates through his chest and travels all the way through yours. “I missed you too, Bubba,” you say back and then let go of him. You just needed a few more seconds in his arms. After grabbing your luggage where you left it, he takes you to the apartment he’s sharing with one of his cast mates, Owen, who’s sitting on the sofa as you arrive. The tall blonde man gets up and makes his way over to you with a wide smile on his face. “Hi!” he greets, opening his arms to give you a welcome hug. “I’m Owen.” “I’m Y/N, nice to meet you,” you say back when the two of you pull away. “I’m gonna show Y/N to their room and then we can maybe get some lunch together?” Charlie suggests to the both of you. After exchanging a glance, you and Owen nod agreeingly. Charlie then excitedly grabs your hand and leads you towards one of the rooms. “This is my room, but you can sleep here and I’ll sleep on the couch,” he explains softly. Your head snaps up at this, wondering if he’s serious about his suggestion of sleeping on the couch. He’s looking at you expectantly. He is serious about sleeping on the couch. “Dude… We used to sleep in the same bed during our sleepovers in Dieppe all the time. Just sleep in this bed with me, alright?” You almost sound angry at the audacity of him suggesting doing otherwise.  “Right, yeah! Of course,” he utters, his eyes lighting up, “I just-- didn’t want to force you to sleep in the same bed in case things… changed…” You let out an airy laugh, shaking your head in disbelief whilst throwing your luggage onto the bed with a dull thud. “Nothing could ever change things between us, Char,” you mutter, but in your mind know at least one reason that could change between you. You hear him chuckle as you grab an entirely new outfit from your suitcase, wanting to change out of your disgusting airplane clothes. “Can I take a quick shower before we go to lunch?” you ask, and he simply nods his head and guides you out of the bedroom and to the shared bathroom. While you shower, you think of all the possible ways this week could go. You want to tell Charlie how you truly feel. You can’t just be friends with him anymore. It’s been three years since you figured it out. You’ve spent three years trying not to scream whenever his fingers left a burning trail on your skin or when his glances made you tingle everywhere. But now you’re done trying to pretend nothing’s going on. You’re done pretending not kissing him isn’t killing you. Though the multiple possible scenarios make for a bad movie, you’re willing to at least try and see what he’s going to say or do. This could go either way. Little do you know Charlie’s having the exact same thoughts, only he’s saying them out loud to Owen, one room over. “You gotta tell them, man. There’s no way you’re gonna be able to hold out much longer,” says Owen to his distressed friend, “This is making you crazy.” Charlie doesn’t disagree. It is making him crazy. Maybe this week might give him some clarity as to what to do about this entire situation. Once you’re ready, the three of you head out into Vancouver to grab some lunch. While Charlie and Owen bicker about which restaurant would be best to take you to, you give yourself the opportunity to look around, rewarding your eyes with the beauty that is West End Vancouver. The difference between Dieppe and Vancouver is fascinating, to say the least. It’s funny to you because wherever you go or turn in Dieppe, there’s a natural flair to the streets, while everything in Vancouver is made of brick. Or at least this street is. “What about sushi, Y/N?” Owen asks you, making you snap out of your thoughts. “Ooh! I love me some sushi!” you reply, your mouth already salivating at the thought alone. “Told ya, Char,” he says to Charlie, “Who’s really their best friend, huh?” Charlie playfully punches the blondie in the shoulder, inducing a laugh from him. “All right, kids, where’s this sushi place? I am hella hungry!” you exclaim, interrupting their banter. They both point to a building on your right. You’re now looking at a townhouse, all brown bricks and teal framework around the windows and balconies at the top, whilst the ground floor has a black finish and black canopy with the sushi bar’s logo on it in big, white lettering. Before you can say anything else, the two have pulled you inside already, finding a spot near the back. Charlie slides into the booth next to you while Owen takes the opposite side. The waiter’s quick on his feet and brings you a menu and asks what you want to drink straight away. All three of you order some sodas, and then the waiter leaves you to choose. While you’re scanning the menu for something you like, you can feel a pair of eyes burning your skin. You look up for a moment, locking eyes with a guy that doesn’t look that much older than you. Awkwardly, you shoot him a smile before turning back to the menu. You look up again every now and then because you want to check if he’s still looking, and every time, he is. By the third time, he shoots you this disgusting smirk that sends physical shivers down your spine, shaking your entire body from head to toe. “You okay?” Charlie asks, feeling you shiver. “Yeah, just got the chills,” you reply, not wanting to make this a dramatic thing. It’s just a man staring at you creepily. Nothing you haven’t experienced yet. That’s what you get for wearing such extravagant clothes. “I’m ready to order, what about you guys?” you change the subject quickly, more for yourself than anyone else. You need to focus on other things so as to not feel too uncomfortable.  The three of you order your food, and you start to ask the boys some questions about their new project together, and you even ask Owen about his show Knight Squad. You did watch that with your younger siblings when it ran on Nickelodeon. All of it helps keep you occupied and not at all thinking about the creepy man that’s still there. “I gotta go in for a fitting, but I’ll see you guys at the apartment later, okay?” Owen says after lunch, scooting out of the booth. “Can you cover my part of the bill, Char? I’ll pay you back later.” The boy next to you simply nods his head. “Kay, thanks. See you later, Y/N,” he offers you a wave before leaving the joint and leaving you and Charlie by yourself. “Can we go?” you ask when you notice Creepy Guy again. “Yeah, sure,” Charlie replies and scoots out of the booth. “Are you okay? You’ve been fidgety ever since we got here…” Of course he’d notice your change of demeanor. The Creepy Guy’s eyes on you at all times has made you quite nervous. “Oh, no, yeah… I’m fine,” you try to smile as convincingly as possible. “I gotta go to the toilet real quick, I’ll be right back, okay?” You slowly nod your head, unsure if it’s such a good plan to leave you by yourself with Creepy Guy just a few feet away.  At first, you can keep your nerves at bay by pulling your jacket on and tugging at your shirt to make sure nothing’s on show. Then, you decide to take your phone out and aimlessly scroll through social media. It’s not like you’re actually picking things up from the things people posted since you’re trying to listen if there are any feet approaching. Your ears betray you today as there’s a tap on your shoulder. Hoping and praying it’s Charlie, you slowly turn around, only to find Creepy Guy in front of you with that disturbing smirk on his face. Chills run down your spine again as your thumb blindly finds its way to your contacts in your phone. You know Charlie’s name is at the very top of your recent calls, ready to be pressed in case of emergencies. “Hello, Gorgeous,” Creepy Guy says, “Noticed your two boy toys left you all by yourself, thought you could use some company.” He’s shuffling closer and closer, his breath hot and foul on your lips as you’re backing  away until you feel the wall behind you. You’re frantically looking around for someone to notice and help you. A waitress behind the counter has a phone pressed to her ear, and you’re praying she’s calling the police.  “What’s wrong, Angel Face? Are you n--” he’s cut off and pulled away from you all of a sudden. You have to blink your eyes a couple of times before you could properly see again. The whole situation made you black out for a couple of seconds. But now, your eyes land on Charlie, punching Creepy Guy in the face and getting hit a few times in return. For a moment, you’re frozen to the floor. Firstly because seeing Charlie fuming and punching a guy is kind of hot, and secondly because you’ve got no clue what to do. “Charlie,” you finally manage to bring out and place a hand on his shoulder. He turns his head at you, dark and angry eyes softening at the sight of your scared expression. “Let’s go,” you whisper, and grab his hand. “Hey, are you okay?” the waitress asks when you pass her, “I just called the cops, they’re gonna be here soon.” You glance at Charlie, his face all beaten up and bloody from the impact of Creepy Guy’s fist. “They’re gonna want you to make a statement.” “Fine,” you sigh. You wished you could forget about this whole thing quickly, but the girl just wants to help. “Could I get your first aid kit to take care of him first though?” You point at your best friend’s face, and the girl nods her head. “You can do it in here,” she says, beckoning you to follow. She hands you the small box and then leaves the two of you alone as though she knows you need some privacy. You sit Charlie down on the chair and perch yourself on the table next to it whilst going through the first aid kit. It’s silent for a while as you’re cleaning up the cuts on his forehead and cheeks. “Why’d you do that, Charlie?” you mutter, frustrated that his hot-headedness got him into this mess. He hisses as the disinfecting product you’re dabbing on his wounds starts stinging. “I hate seeing you get hurt, Nugget. Seeing that man practically groping you sickened me to my stomach. It hurt me as much as it hurt you, Y/N,” he exhales sharply and grabs your wrist to stop you from undeliberately hurting him some more. “Babe, I need to clean out these wounds,” you grumble, trying to wriggle your hand loose. “I’m fine, Y/N. They’ll heal,” he tells you, though you know those wounds are hurting. “No, Char. They’ll infect if I don’t clean them out properly,” you cup his face on one side, softly rubbing your thumb against his cheek. “You’re gonna have to grin and bear it, baby. Let me take care of you, okay?” His eyes soften as does the grip on your wrist. You continue cleaning up the wounds in silence, only Charlie’s soft hissing filling up your ears. “There you go,” you whisper when you’re finally done, “You’re as good as new.” Charlie offers you a thankful smile, which you return quickly before getting off the table to throw the used gauze into the bin in the corner of the room. When you turn around to return to the table, Charlie’s right behind you, making you jump out of your skin as you didn’t expect him to be this close. “Jeez, Bubba, I didn’t hear you sneak up,” you say in a hushed voice while clutching your heart. He’s staring down at you, his twinkling eyes flicking from yours to your lips and back. “What?” you ask softly. Your brain is going a mile a minute and your heart is pounding out of your chest. Besides hugging him, it’s been a while since you’ve been this close to him. You’d almost forgotten what that did to you. “I just--” he visibly swallows a lump, and then a smile plays at his lips, “Remember that first day we met? When Jade pushed you off that swing?” Though you’re confused as to why he’d bring that up, you can’t help but smile. “I still have a scar on my knee from that fall,” you reply, remembering the day clearly. “I thought you were super sweet to stand up for me. I even found it a little funny when you pushed Jade off the swing in return.” A chuckle escapes from him. “Yeah, Miss Edwards didn’t find it quite as funny,” Charlie adds. “But I knew from that day on that you were gonna be special to me, Y/N. Gossipping at the nurse’s office about who we liked and didn’t like, our mutual love for coca cola lollipops and The Rugrats.... I just knew I never wanted to be friends with anyone else in my life.” Your lips turn up into a tender smile at his sweet words. “But things have changed, haven’t they?” Your smile disappears at this. Where is this going?  “I’ve been trying to find the right words to say this, but I could never come up with anything that could even come close to how I’m feeling…” he lets out a shaky breath, his eyes scanning your face for any sign of help. “Charlie… What are you getting at?” you ask, the fear taking over your voice with a quiver. “I might totally ruin our friendship with this, but I have to tell you because it’s driving me crazy…” Your eyebrows furrow, worry growing within you. “Charlie, stop babbling and just tell me what you wanna say! This is kinda nerve-wracking!” you raise your voice a little as a nervous chuckle breaks up the words ever so slightly. “Y/N,” he scoffs, “I’ve been in love with you since we were eighteen, and no, I didn’t get that from a One Direction song, though I’m pretty sure that one would’ve been accurate to sing to you right now. So, I’m just gonna quote that…” Your breath hitches in your throat at his confession. The thing you’ve been so afraid of for years is something that’s been bothering him too. At the exact same time. “Long before we both thought the same thing,” he continues, still in his normal speaking voice until the musician in him comes up. “To be loved or to be in love. And all I can do is say that these arms are made for holding you, oh. I wanna love like you made me feel… When we were eighteen…” He stops singing and looks at you for any sign of reciprocation. You’re frozen to the floor in absolute shock. This is what you’ve been dreaming about for so long and now that it’s finally here, you’re not even saying anything. “Y/N? I-- I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I should’ve just kept these feelings to myself. I totally ruined everything now, didn’t I? I--let’s just forget about this whole thing, yeah? Just wake up tomorrow as if nothing ever happened. It’s okay, I--” You finally spring into action. But instead of saying anything, you simply grab him by his shirt and pull him into you, pressing your lips to his in a passionate kiss. He’s startled at first, but quickly melts into your lips and lets his hands find their way to your face. “I’ve been waiting for three years, scared you didn’t feel the same…” you whisper as you pull back, finally having found the words. “We’re both so stupid, Bubba.” He chuckles softly before kissing you again. “We literally could’ve been doing this for three whole years!” you exclaim, shaking your head in disbelief. “Yes, Princess, I know. Now, shut up and kiss me, we’ve got three years of this to catch up on.” A smile tugs at your lips as he removes the remaining space between your lips again. You’re a little too caught up into the kiss, you don’t even notice the knock on the door. “Guys, the--” you break apart, wide eyes staring at the door where the waitress stands with a sheepish smile. “Sorry… The cops are here,” she throws her thumb backwards. “Ugh, right…” you groan, but Charlie takes your hand and leads you out into the sushi bar again. During your statement, he stays with you at all times, holding your hand and watching you closely with a sad smile on his face. He hates the fact you have to go through all of that again as if you didn’t go through enough already. “That’s all we need from you, miss Y/L/N,” the officer says after a while. “You’ll hear from us soon. You can go home now. As for you, mister Gillespie, I’d do something about that anger of yours.” Charlie curtly nods his head before taking you out of the restaurant. The two of you head back home, and once there, you immediately head into the bedroom. There’s a lot of catching up to do from those three lost years. Your friendship has come a long way from the playground.

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Upon request, here is a rec list of bottom Louis fics that are more plot-heavy in nature. We tried to choose fics that had a plot beyond Louis and Harry’s relationship. Happy reading!

1) Once Upon A Dream | Explicit | 33319 words | Sequel

Louis is psychic and gets caught in the middle of a murder investigation led by FBI Special Agent Harry Styles.

2) Boiling Blood Will Circulate | Explicit | 42420 words

The wait isn’t long before something starts rustling in the bushes. Harry takes aim, squeezes the trigger, body moving unconsciously. They’re motions he’s done a thousand times before, and his body knows how to do it without the input of his brain now. It’s what makes him such a good shot.

He misses. The shot misses.

Something howls in the woods, a pretty clear indication that Harry hit it, but there’s no telltale sounds of a big body dropping, no animal charging out at him to take him out before he can finish the job.

Something does turn and run, though. “Fuck,” Harry spits out, scrambling to his feet and slinging the rifle back over his shoulder, giving chase. He’s not going to lose this hunt.

The trail of blood goes on longer than Harry thought it would. He doesn’t know how long he runs for, but his muscles are burning, chest heaving with exertion, until the trail just - goes dead. No more blood, just like that.

“Fuck,” Harry says.

3) The Fairy Ring | Explicit | 46170 words

A medieval fantasy AU in which Harry is a prince in disguise and Louis is the king of the faeries.

4) Tied Down | Explicit | 48551 words

The most interesting case in Liam and Niall's careers falls directly into their laps, courtesy of an epic fuck-up of one Harry Styles, partner to the almost-infamous drug dealer Louis Tomlinson.   The investigation yields an unexpected yet satisfactory outcome for Liam and Niall.  For Harry and Louis, however, things are far more complicated.

5) Now That This Old World Is Ending | Explicit | 49184 words

Needing a good distraction from his broken heart, Louis Tomlinson goes on a camping trip with his friends to Northern England. However, a different kind of distraction arises when his friends disappear from their camp. Hellbent on finding them, Louis soon discovers that the area has been taken over by a cult and teams up with a resentful archer with fire in his eyes and blood on his hands.

Far Cry inspired AU.

6) It's A Long Way Down | Explicit | 52658 words

It��s June 2013, and the legalization of gay marriage is the most discussed political issue in the country. As a member of parliament Louis Tomlinson has decided to do everything under his power to keep marriage between a man and a woman. Little does he know a boy with green eyes and pink lips from his past is on a mission to change his mind.

7) We’ve Got the World in Our Hands | Explicit | 54964 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

A mutants/superpowers AU. Louis and his friends attend the Cowell Institute for General Education and Mutant Training in London; when Louis meets Harry, the newest student at the Cowell Institute, he immediately recruits Harry to help play matchmaker for his friend Zayn. Harry and Louis are so caught up in meddling in Zayn's love life, though, that they don't notice that their own friendship is progressing into something more. Meanwhile, an ominous threat up north grows slowly until suddenly, no mutant - or human - is safe.

8) Somethin’ Bout You | Explicit | 59855 words

Of all the government agents in the world, Louis had to go and land the most charming one.

9) Like Real People Do | Explicit | 64175 words

Louis didn’t ask for a lot of things. He didn’t ask for his entire family to die in a car crash that may or may not have been his fault. He didn’t ask to get powers out of that accident, either, powers that eventually led him into a two-year relationship with a man who was far more than met the eye. But one night, he chose to ask for a replacement to a broken camera from someone he hadn’t spoken to in a year and a half. He did ask for that. And that kind of led to everything else.

10) We’ll Cast Some Light (You’ll Be Alright) | Not Rated | 74409 words

There’s a standard procedure for this. Scan, track, kill. But with a solar eclipse and a Greater Demon with unfinished business looming, the path to keeping England safe from harm becomes complicated and shadowed by mystery and secrets. For Harry and his team, times have never been harder, especially when a few old friends turned foes show up. Harry is left with just over forty days to overcome the hurdle of tension between them and reconcile their past, and figure out just what Louis is hiding from him before it’s too late.

11) Waiting On You | Explicit | 76584 words

“Vampires,” Louis says with disgust, glaring over at the vampire who is noisily slurping from the woman’s neck nearby.

 Zayn gives the neat fang marks on Louis’ neck a meaningful look.

“Can’t live with them, can’t live without them,” Louis finishes, ignoring Zayn when he rolls his eyes.

Louis takes a long sip of his milkshake, presses his fingers against the marks on his neck, and definitely doesn’t think about the vampire who left them there.

12) Through Struggles, To The Stars | Explicit | 80582 words

Louis is a Starfleet captain trying to find his place in the universe. Harry is a prince just trying to do what's right.

13) Cameras Flashing | Explicit | 81773 words

With his breakout single platinum three times over and his second album still selling out in stores around the world, Louis Tomlinson has made it to the top. However, his position as Pop Heartthrob of the Decade is threatened by the edgier, more artistic Zayn, who happens to be releasing an album a week after Louis’ upcoming third. Louis needs something groundbreaking- scandalous, even- to push past him in the charts. Much to Louis’ dismay, his PR team calls in The Sexpert.

Consulting with PR firm Shady, Lane and Associates pays the bills so that Harry Styles can spend his down time doing what he really loves: poring over data. On weekends and late into the evenings, he researches gender, presentation, and sexual orientation, analysing the longitudinal study that is his father’s life’s work. That is, until his newest client, the popstar with the fascinating secret, drags him off his couch and frighteningly close to the spotlight.

As the album’s release date approaches, will Tomlinson and Styles be able to pull off the most risky PR scheme of the millennium and beat Zayn in sales or will the heat of their feelings for each other compromise everything?

14) And Down the Long and Silent Street | Mature | 86090 words

Wherein Louis and Harry are on the opposite ends of the social ladder, but their paths still cross on the filthy streets Louis calls his home. The odds are staked against them from the beginning, and even more when Louis' past finally catches up with him.

15) A Taste Of Desire | Explicit | 104414 words

A Victorian ABO where Harry is the owner of the most successful cotton mill in Manchester, and Louis is an opinionated social activist about to disrupt Harry’s world.

16) Saving Symphony Hall | Mature | 124766 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users. This fic is also a sequel to this fic, so you probably want to read that fic first.

“I think I have an idea,” Louis said. Slowly, and reluctantly, but with a growing sense of the inevitable. “God damnit, I think I have a really good idea.”

“Oh christ, that's the problem-solving face,” Babs said. “Last time we saw that face, he sold a company.”

“Wait, what?” Zayn asked.

“Right place, right time,” Louis said. “Also, fuck my life,”

“What?” Zayn repeated. Niall patted his hand.

“I usually just roll with whatever Louis is about to do,” he said. “It’s better for us all.”

“That’s the attitude,” said Louis, “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Tonight, I need to do some research. Zayn, give me your number. I’m gonna save our symphony.”

17) Tainted Saints And Velvet Vices | Mature | 126057 words

A self-fulfilling Hogwarts AU in which Louis is new to seventh year and Harry is the resident devil-may-care Slytherin set to make his entire experience a living misery. Due to less than favourable circumstances they're forced to forge an unwilling, tentative relationship for their own survival. Repressed emotions, decidedly unromantic ballroom dancing, Triwizard Tournament tasks, creative jinxes and twilight flying above the Forbidden Forest ensue.

18) Run Like the Devil | Explicit | 138095 words

Note: This fic has BH mentions.

Supernatural AU. Louis hunts demons; Harry's the strangest demon he's ever met, and he keeps fucking meeting him.

19) You Are The Blood | Explicit | 175151 words

Note: This fic has BH mentions.

A seventh-year Hogwarts AU in which Niall gets all the girls, Liam goes on a journey of self-discovery, Zayn falls in love, Harry wants something more, and Louis tries to figure out once and for all why he, a Muggleborn, was sorted into Slytherin.

20) Collision | Not Rated | 209473 words

Mythology/Fairytale!AU in which Louis is a dainty fairy with a temper who wants to be intimidating and Harry hurts people. Naturally, they hate each other.

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I have an idea for the new imagine. Julian dates with the girl and she's telling him she's a pregnant. I don't know why I like reading about Julian as a father so much. I think he'll be a great father.

Three - Julian Brandt Imagine 

“No, no, no.”, you murmured pushing your hair back, “Shit.”, you continued sitting back onto the tiled floor of your bathroom, holding the third pregnancy test in your hand. After peeing on two already that showed similar results – positive – you decided that you should take a third one, hoping until the last minute that it would turn out negative. But it was positive, again.You didn’t know what you were supposed to do now, start crying, panicking, trying to remain calm? All together? The first thought that wandered through your mind was, that you would never be able to tell your boyfriend Julian about that.

The both of you started dating almost a year ago and in regard of the situation you were in right now – a year seemed like nothing to you. Even though the both of you always took the relationship between you were serious, it wasn’t that serious. Not serious enough to become freaking parents. Far from it actually. Of course, you wouldn’t have started dating him in the first place if you didn’t believe in the two of you having a future. But being pregnant a year after starting to go out, didn’t really seem like anything you had wanted. So, you cried, and cried, tried calling your best friend but she didn’t pick up. You thought about calling Julian, to tell him about the ‘news’, but quickly deciding that you simply just shouldn’t do that. It was hard to imagine what his possible reaction would look like. He was way too mature to completely freak out, but a certain feeling in your stomach told you, that he – understandably – wouldn’t like the idea of him becoming a dad before he even celebrated his 25thbirthday.

“Hi.”, you called out as soon as you hit the ‘answer’ button of your phone. “Sorry for not picking up, I took a nap.”, your best friend laughed, almost making you smile. “Can you come over? I kinda have a, a- situation here?”, you said, not really knowing how else to explain your current stae. “A situation?”, Y/BF/N asked, and you could exactly imagine how her eyebrows furrowed in that moment. “Can you come over?”, you sighed. “Be there in 20.”, she said, ending the call immediately after that. You sighed again, fingers brushing through your hair, redoing the top knot you had been wearing the past hours.

After you best friend finally arrived in your apartment you showed her the three pregnancy tests instead of even telling her ‘hello’. “What the- “, she muttered, taking the tests from you, “You’re sure that means you are pregnant?”, she wanted to know inspecting the white sticks. “I read the package slip, pretty sure two lines translates into ‘Congrats you are pregnant’”, you told her, taking the tests from her again. “Have you already told Prince Charming?”

“Are you out of your mind?”, you asked her in disbelief, shaking your head and strutting off into the kitchen so you could throw the tests away, “I don’t plan on telling him.”

“Are you out of your mind?”, Y/BF/N repeated your question, furrowing her eyebrows, “Of course you need to tell him.”, she crossed her arms in front of her chest, shooting you an angry look. “I don’t even know if I’m going to keep it.”, you bit your lip, trying to refrain yourself from crying as you sat down on one of your barstools. “That doesn’t matter, whatever you do, he should know about it.”, your best friend shook her head, apparently shocked at your behavior. “Don’t look at me like that, you know I’m right!”, she said, throwing you another mad glance. You knew she was right, of course. But that wasn’t really what you wanted to hear when you called her over.

“I can’t, he would be so mad.”, you sniffled, getting a tissue. “What are you talking about? Prince Charming is obsessed with you, if you told him you lit his house on fire he would still be whipped.” Y/BF/N joked around making you smile softly. You knew Julian was probably the best boyfriend a girl could find, but still you thought telling him you were pregnant would totally freak him out. “I don’t know what I’m going to do now.”, besides the fact that you didn’t know how or even should tell Julian, you didn’t know what to think about you being pregnant in general. Yes, you were close to finishing your bachelor at university, but the thought of becoming a mother so soon never crossed you mind before. You wanted to travel, gain some work experience, make some money and just enjoy life as a free human being – and now it seemed there was a tiny life growing inside of you, tearing all your plans apart. You have always known that you would love to be a mum one day, you could even imagine having a bunch of kids with the right man and the right living situation. You had the right man, you were sure of that, but Julian’s future career was still unknown and the both of you didn’t even know what would happen after the summer break. And now you were pregnant.

“Call him.”, you best friend urged you as she got you another tissue, “You know that’s the right thing to do!”, she was right, of course, as always. “I can’t!”, you told her what felt like the 50thtime, “I don’t know what to even tell him, I don’t even know if I’m ready for this.”, a sob left your mouth which made your best friend wrap her arms around your shaking figure, holding you tightly against her. “Of course, you are not ready, but still, I think telling Julian would be the best option now, you know he would support any decision you choose to make.”, she rubbed your back in a comforting matter, “Call him.”, she continued, holding your phone out to you.

You let out a shaky breath as you searched through your contacts for his name. “Do it.”, you nodded, pressing the call button. When the phone begun ringing you were close to throwing the phone on the wall, but before you could even end the call, you already heard your boyfriend’s voice. “Hi babe.”, he said in a cheerful tone, his voice already making you feel a bit calmer. “Hey, are you free?”, you asked nervously biting down on your fingernails. “Did you cry?”

“Are you free?”, you repeated your question, not really wanting to answer his. “Yes, can you answer my question. Did you- “

“Can you come over? I don’t want to talk about this on the phone with you.”, you knew how nervous Julian would be because of that statement, but in that moment, you didn’t know what else to say. “I’m already leaving the flat and I will be there in about ten minutes.”, he sighed, clearly not understanding what was going on right now. Instead of saying anything else you just hung up, looking worriedly at you best friend. “He will be here in ten.”, you told her, redoing your bun for the 100thtime. “I will go then, call me afterwards, please. And tell him! You know that’s the best solution and I’m sure he won’t be mad or whatsoever. That boy is whipped, and you know it!”

“Thanks for coming over.”, you said, hugging her once again.

It only took about five more minutes after your best friend left your apartment until the doorbell rang once again. If it was up to you, you would have locked the door right now, not even thinking about letting him in or telling him. “Hi.”, you said quietly as you opened the door, exposing your nervous boyfriend. “Is everything alright?”, he asked immediately, letting himself in, “Is something wrong? Are you sick?”, the questions begun pouring down onto you, making you feel more and more confused. “I-Can we sit down?”

“Are you trying to break up with me?”, his voice was becoming quieter at the end of the sentence and the way he brushed his fingers through his hair indicated that he was feeling extremely nervous. “No! I’m not.”, you reassured him, shrugging your shoulders, “But you might break up with me.”, you whispered the last part of the sentence, but the way your boyfriend’s eyebrows rose you knew he had heard exactly what you just said. “What happened? Did something happen when you went out with your girls last weekend?”

“I don’t know how and why it happened, okay? And I don’t know what to do now and I just wish we or at least I wouldn’t be in that situation right now.”, you tried explaining, tears welling up in your eyes. “My period didn’t come.”, you continued, staring at his face, looking for any kind of reaction. But he remained calm, nodding his head to show you he was still listening. “So, I took a pregnancy test, I actually took three and..,” you sighed, “all of them are positive.”

Hesitantly you looked up to Julian’s face, growing more worried of his reaction, because he still remained very calm. “You are telling me right now that you’re pregnant?”, he asked after a while, making you nod as a response. Now it was his turn to let out a sigh, his blonde hair already all over the place due to running his fingers constantly through them. “We have only been together for a year.”

“Please don’t tell me things I already know myself, I-I just wanted to tell you, I still don’t know how to feel about this or what I’m going to do. “, you felt the anger growing inside of you. Needless to say, you knew Julian wouldn’t be one hundred percent happy with those news, but it takes two to tango and he wasn’t the one who would have to carry a baby inside of his body for nine months until he had to push it out.

“I don’t know how I feel right now. “, he muttered, making you scoff, “How do you feel? Nauseous? Is your back hurting? Are you hungry?”, the way he started pacing around your living room, asking if you needed something made you realize how mature he really was. He wasn’t happy, of course, but his reaction showed that. no matter what, he would support you. “Are you mad?”, you wanted to know, teary eyes begging him to tell you ‘no’. “I’m not mad, I’m just, I don’t know – shocked?”, he tried explaining his feelings.

“What are we going to do know. I don’t think I would have the heart to get an abortion, but I’m still so young and I don’t even know how to be a mum and..so much can go wrong.”, you started crying at the end of your little rant, which mad Julian pulling you into his side. “This is- This is your decision to make, but I want you to know that I will support you no matter what you decide to do. But also, I have enough faith in our relationship that we would be quite-alright parents. I love kids, you know that. I didn’t really plan on having my own anytime soon, but if you decide to keep the baby, I will try to be the best dad I could possibly be.”

The imagination of having a tiny human roam around your place that – in any kind of way – resembled Julian, made your heart swoon a bit and thinking about him with kids added a flutter. “I guess you haven’t been to the doctors yet? Do you want me to make an appointment for you?”, his worried look put a slight smile on your face. “I haven’t called yet, but we could do that tomorrow? I don’t think this baby will go anywhere anytime soon.”, he nodded, pulling you once more into his arms. “I love you.”, he whispered pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

And for the first time since taking those three tests, you felt some kind of excitement rising in you. There were a lot of doubts, and you couldn’t imagine how your life would look like nine months forwards, but with Julian by your side you were sure that you were going to be alright.

{tags: @julianbrandtrelated @holybrandt }

Fading Scars (9/?): Career Choices

Time: 1998 onwards

Summary:  We've gotten a glimpse at the futures of the first generation. But what else did they do in their careers?

Harry Potter

           The first year Harry taught Defense Against the Dark Arts passed in a bit of a whirl. His predecessor had left a suggested outline, and Harry had followed it as best he could. He went off-script a few times, especially with the older students, and by the end of the year was winging it class by class. It was exhausting, and he wanted to create a better plan.

           At first he thought it might be arrogant, but he eventually decided that he would create a 7-year syllabus, and have each year dedicated to an area of Defense. The idea would be that everyone would get to experience each kind, and until he caught up with new students, he would do some quick coverage. For example, James was now going into 6th year; he and his classmates wouldn’t hear 1st—5th year curriculum from him, so he’d go through some of it and see how it went.

           It actually worked quite well.

The Plan

1st year: Basic defense training, with and without a wand. Small charms of protection, working as a team, recognizing threats, first aid, Dark objects.

           “I know you just got your wands,” Harry explained as he put the bunch away. “But your wand can be taken from you, and it’s important to learn how to protect yourself in every way. Now make a fist. My cousin taught me how to do this.”

2nd year: Defense history and some theory. Psychology, explanation of old wizarding systems of belief (Draco Malfoy guest speaker).

           “In order to understand Dark wizards, we need to talk about how they came to be that way.”

           “Professor, aren’t we going to do anything practical this year?”

           “Of course we are. What do you think the dummies are for? We’re continuing what we learned last year. There’ll also be some duel re-creations, if you’re all very good. Professor Longbottom’s going to help out.”

3rd year: Creature Encounters. Dark creatures defense (explanation of Patronus Charm), learning about creatures that aren’t necessarily dark but require some defense if things go wrong, learning about old stereotypes (in conjunction with some classes with Hagrid).

           “There are a few different kinds of dangerous creatures,” Harry explained. “First we’re going to cover the ones which are genuinely out to get you, and learn how to fight them. Then we’re going to talk about ones that you need to be careful with; they have their rules, you need to follow them. Then we’re going to talk about the teacher who inspired these lessons, and what Remus Lupin taught everyone about preconceptions.”

4th year: Offensive maneuvers. Jinxes and counter-jinxes, battle strategies, negotiation techniques.

           “Before we get to the fun stuff,” Harry said, and his face became more serious, “there’s something I want you all to understand. In the future, you might take up a cause that you believe in with all your heart. Whatever it might be, there may be a moment where you have to make a choice—your cause or your life. If you choose to die for your cause, then that is your choice. But I want each and every one of you to understand that your life is worth something. You getting out alive is a worthwhile option. There is no shame in choosing to fight another day, and I want you all to make it home. Do you understand me?”

           They didn’t, of course. But that was alright. He’d said it, and he would keep saying it as long as he had breath in his body.

5th year: Advanced 1-4.

           “Don’t worry about your OWLs,” Harry promised as he looked at the exhausted fifth-years. “You’re going to be ready, each and every one of you. Whether you continue or not, you’ll be prepared. My door’s open if you need to vent, and I’ll leave some dummies after-hours. If you want to come in and blow things up, go ahead. Just clean up after, yeah?”

6th year: Silent magic, magical law and law enforcement (Auror guest speakers), curse-breaking (Bill guest speaker).

           “Professor, do you miss being an Auror?”

           “Not really,” Harry answered, smiling. “It was worthwhile, and I did have some fun. But I love this job. Especially the part where I get to assign the homework instead of having to do it.”

7th year: Career preparation, duelling (supervised), teaching others (Wizards and Muggles)

           Harry waved the desks against the walls. “Everyone make a circle with your chairs, okay?”

           After about five minutes where his seventh years proved that they still couldn’t make a proper circle, Harry accepted an oval. He brought his own chair in and leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Alright, let’s go around. What do you want to be, and what kind of defensive techniques will help you most? I’ll make a list and we’ll go through it all by the end of the year.”

           Harry really didn’t stop being nervous until the first group of first-years graduated, going through each year of his schedule, all of them doing extremely well.

           He continued with his syllabus, and kept to three rules he didn’t publicize.

His door was always open. When he was at home with Ginny he could answer owls, but he kept reasonable office hours through the week.

He kept the classes as fun as he could. It gave the OWL and NEWT students a break from their other classes, and anyways, they were safe. Why not have a bit of fun?

He would never give homework over break. EVER.  

Hermione Granger-Weasley

           Hermione went into the Ministry because Kingsley promised her two things. The first was that the werewolf registry was off the books immediately, and new laws would be considered first priority. The second was that she could have a small library instead of a traditional office.

           She was happy for years. She worked to bring S.P.E.W to the major leagues, got promoted a few times, had a chance to be off with Ron for a year with each of their children, and made some real strides in the legal Wizarding world.

           Hermione was happy.

           And then Harry quit.

           Ron leaving the Aurors hadn’t bothered her the same way. She’d known her Ron wasn’t set right for the Aurors. He’d followed Harry, but his heart was never in it. He was far happier working in the joke shop with George and Seamus, spending afternoons with Hugo and making people laugh.

           But Harry…Hermione fully supported his decision, but it did seem a bit odd. After all, wasn’t Harry happy fighting?

           No, Hermione realized. He wasn’t. He wanted to help people be safe, but he’d realized that his way to that wasn’t through being an Auror, but being a teacher.

           Now Hermione paced in her library/office and wondered. Was this her best way to help people learn? She didn’t want to teach; she knew she wouldn’t be good at it. In this job, she could make sure everyone understood the law, and that it was as fair as she and her team could make it.

           It was good work. But was it her work?

           In the end, it was Harry who helped her make a decision, though he hadn’t quite meant to.

           They’d gone on their annual Christmas Eve pilgrimage to Godric’s Hollow. It was the first one since Harry had started teaching, and Hermione had missed their lunches in the Ministry café. They laid roses on Harry’s parents’ graves, Remus and Tonk’s graves, and the memorial Harry had set up for Sirius. It was clear and cold that night, and they walked in silence through the village, stopping in front of the burnt remains of the Potter’s home.

           Then Harry jumped the fence. He’d done it so quickly Hermione took a second to notice.

           “Harry! What are you doing?”

           “James asked me this morning if I’ve ever been inside,” Harry called over his shoulder. “I promised him I would try. Are you…will you come in, ’Mione?”

           Hermione levitated herself over the fence, half-expecting to be blown out. She landed next to Harry and took his hand. “Of course.”

           The cottage was nearly destroyed, and Hermione forbade Harry from going upstairs; his levitation charms weren’t very good, and the curse remnants were stronger up there. They picked their way through the remains of a sitting room, a kitchen and—

           “Harry,” Hermione breathed.

           The Potters had built a small library.

           It would have been very small, just big enough for two people to read in on a sofa. Harry ran trembling fingers over the shelves.

           There were still books on the shelves. Some of them were burnt almost to a crisp, but some…some could be salvaged.

           Harry looked at her desperately. “Can you—”

           Hermione had spent part of her seventh year working with Madam Pince in the library, helping her restore old books damaged in the Battle and in raided homes.

           “I can try. You can help me.”

           It took six months, but working together on weekends Hermione and Harry slowly restored the books that were left. There were some Quidditch memoirs, a few Charms books, some Muggle and Wizarding novels…

           And two books that changed Hermione’s life forever.

           The first was a diary that proclaimed itself to be Lily Evans Potter’s, detailing everything from her fourth year until the day before she died. Hermione sent Harry off to read it, and started working on the next book.

           It was a Potions textbook—Advanced Potions Making TK, in fact. When Hermione opened it, she was shocked to see that Lily Evans had written in it, making neat notes in the margins. As she started to read them, her eyes grew wider and wider.

           She ran to interrupt Harry. “I know you want to read that,” she told her friend, “but you’ve got to answer something for me first.”

           It took five seconds for Harry to confirm her suspicions.

           “Those were notes in Snape’s textbook,” he whispered. “The Half-Blood Prince one.”

           “I thought so. I remember you making some of these changes.” Hermione peered closer. “There are no spells in here, only notes on Potions. Are you sure?”

           “I don’t have a memory like yours,” Harry said slowly. “But I’m positive that some of these are identical. And that’s—that’s definitely my Mum’s handwriting.”

           The two would never know the full story, but after speaking with Slughorn and Hestia Jones, one of the few surviving classmates of Lily Evans, and looking through Lily’s diary, Hermione and Harry managed to piece the story together. Lily had spoken of the improvements she wanted to make to Potions textbooks; she’d even shown Slughorn some of the work. Snape, on the other hand, had kept fairly quiet except in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

           “I think it was Mum who came up with most of the Potions notes,” Harry said. “The spells are more like Snape anyways. They were best mates; they probably just shared their notes.”

           Hermione agreed with him, though in the end it didn’t really matter. Both were dead, and it without the Half-Blood Prince text (burned in the Room of Requirement) there was no way to prove anything. In any case, it was no longer a case of intellectual property.

           Harry was just happy to have more of his mother’s words, but Hermione was intrigued by another possibility. She’d ignored Harry using the notes in sixth year because she’d been so sure the textbook writers were correct, but these were good notes. And there were other potions Lily hadn’t touched, ones Hermione knew could be improved if she worked at it…

            It started as a side project. She just wanted to see if she could expand on Lily Potter’s work. She’d felt a kinship with her, her best friend’s mother, a Muggleborn like her who came to magic with a different point of view, a different understanding of the world. As Hermione started experimenting further (with Luna helping her set up wards in case something went wrong), she realized that Lily had been truly brilliant, and her work deserved to be shared.

           And as she slowly stopped looking at the textbook, started thinking in terms of why and how things worked, Hermione found new methods, new techniques to apply to potions. Her notes stacked up, and she called in sick to work in order to finish pulling them into a book.

           Well. That was it. It was done. Maybe she’d publish it, and perhaps look into other potions. But that would take time away from work…

           Hermione knew where her responsibility lay. She quit her job.

           She spent mornings with her children that summer, and when Ron took them in the afternoon she went deeper into the Potions field. And she didn’t stop there; thinking back now, the textbooks weren’t really that great, were they? They told a victor’s account and glossed over huge sections of magical theory.

           But then she stopped short. Because who was she to challenge these mainstays of education, to even say that there were other stories to tell and lessons to learn?

           She explained this to Ron, who didn’t hesitate with his response.

           “If bloody Lockhart can write them, you damn well can.”

           Hermione loved her husband.

           She spent the next year working on her three main oeuvres: the Potions textbook, now split in two for first- to fifth-years, and for NEWT students; a History of Magic textbook that covered both Wizarding Wars with detail and as many interviews with survivors as she could; and her biggest worry, Transfiguration Theory.

           To Hermione’s shock, it appeared that people wanted to read her books, and they were heralded as wonderful, original work. Hermione was careful to tell the story of Lily Evans in her Potions book (and Snape, of course), but her own work stood out too, and stood up to criticism. Ron beamed with pride when Rose and Hugo wrote that Professor MacMillan had spend an entire day raving about Transfiguration Theory and how splendid it was and everyone needed to buy a copy immediately.

           Hermione kept on writing textbooks in various fields (she co-wrote one with Harry about Defense Against the Dark Arts), and soon her books were required reading not only at Hogwarts but across wizarding schools. She cried the day the wizard who’d written Hogwarts: A History wrote her and asked if she would collaborate on a new edition.

           That letter hung under her most treasured possession; a small photograph, burnt round the edges, of a woman with red hair and laughing green eyes with her diploma held high. Harry had given it to her from his album, the only one where Lily appeared alone. Sometimes Hermione could swear Lily was smiling at her and only her, but of course that wasn’t how pictures worked.

           It was years and years later when she was doing a collaboration with Dennis Creevey, when she realized there was a chance that it was in fact exactly how pictures worked.

           And Hermione smiled and waved back.

Ron Granger-Weasley

           Ron was an Auror because he didn’t know what else to do.

           He’d let Harry down last year, and he felt the only way he could assuage his guilt about that was to watch his friend’s back. So he was an Auror, and stood beside Harry in every fight.

           But it wasn’t right.

           Ron hated the bureaucracy, hated the infighting (they were on the same damn team, who cared how the desks were organized?), and the constant exposure to the terrible things people did to each other was wearing him down.

           Harry could deal with it, somehow. Oh he cried with Ron for the victims, and they both had nightmares, but Harry could sleep and smile. Ron was losing his ability to do either.

           As it turned out, so was his brother.

           Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes was still doing brilliantly, but there hadn’t been much new in the year after the Battle of Hogwarts. When Victoire was born, Ron was shocked to realize that he hadn’t seen his brother in two months, and George looked terrible. There were dark circles under his eyes, and his hands were trembling as he held the baby.

           The next day Ron called in sick and went to see his brother.

           When they were younger he’d looked up to the twins as superhuman. They never minded getting shouted at by Mum, never minded getting in trouble; they did what they wanted. Of course they were irritating and Ron never enjoyed being the butt of their pranks, but his brothers were amazing, and he’d always been in awe of them.

           Now, when he was let into George’s flat, he was terrified.

           “I’m trying, Ron,” George whispered through his tears. “I’m trying to be what he would have wanted. But I can’t…it’s like everything’s gone. I don’t want to make new ideas when he’s not there to see them.”

           Ron wrapped his arms around his wounded brother and let him cry.

           Once George had calmed somewhat they started to talk as they never had before: as equals, brother to brother. There were three major results of that conversation.

           Firstly, George went to see a trauma Healer. He went through therapy once a week for over a year, and continued to go monthly for years after.  He learned how to accept his grief, accept being a person on his own, and eventually how to find joy in that.

           Secondly, Ron (after checking multiple times that he was welcome) explained to Harry that he was done with the Aurors. Bless him, Harry understood what his brothers needed, and helped Ron get through the process of quitting his job and beginning anew at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.

           Thirdly, Ron convinced George that they could use a third person as an idea developer. George agreed, and Seamus Finnegan joined the team, to his husband’s relief.

           “Dean won’t let me blow things up at home,” Seamus explained. “This is wicked!”

Ginny Weasley Potter

           Ginny had wanted to play Quidditch since she was six. She wanted to play for the Harpies, then for England. Then she would settle down and have exactly two children.

           When she was sixteen, she wanted to survive the war, and for Harry and her family and friends to survive. She wanted to marry Harry and never let him go again, and they would have…well, maybe two children. Three would be okay too.

           And the war did end, and several people survived. Ginny carved the initials of those who didn’t into her broom and flew for the Harpies and Harry watched every game he could and she was happy.

           Then a job opened at the Daily Prophet for a sports correspondent.

           Ginny was getting tired of playing by then. It was an amazing world, and she loved her teammates, but she missed Harry, and she was intrigued by the idea of trying to write about sports instead of playing them.

           To her shock, she got the job. And as an even bigger shock, she realized that she absolutely loved writing. Scribbling notes during a game, cheering herself hoarse, watching the play intensely…it was brilliant, utterly brilliant. And the work was hers, it was nothing anyone had told her to be, it wasn’t the dream of a little girl who’d known nothing of the powerful evil and the powerful good in the world.

           And to her great delight, her writing dovetailed quite nicely with her other dream; she didn’t have to stop writing when she was pregnant.

           When Ginny Weasley Potter was twenty-six, she was pregnant with her third child, and she laughed with delight when she had her little girl. And she promised herself that she would teach her daughter to chase her dreams, but to always remember that new ones would come unexpectedly, and that being ready to change your mind was the fastest way to happiness.

           She got a chance to do that hands on with her daughter and other girls when she came to Hogwarts to teach flying lessons.

Neville Longbottom

           Neville graduated after the Battle of Hogwarts. Everyone got the credentials that they wanted, no questions asked. Neville wondered how well he’d really done at Hogwarts; no exams in 2nd year, none in 6th year, and half of 7th year spent in the Room of Requirement, trying to protect everyone.

           He’d thought once of travelling and looking for new species of plants. Instead, he spent the summer working with Professor Sprout between funerals and hearings, restoring the greenhouses, getting new species, planning new lessons. Professor Sprout had always been his favourite teacher, even more so now because she let him work in peace and quiet next to her, tending to the wounded plants as a balm for his wounded heart.

           When August came, Professor Sprout surprised him.

           “I’m thinking of retiring, Neville.”

           “Retiring?” Neville looked at her in dismay. “But Professor—”

           “It’s time, Neville. I want to spend some more time with my wife.”

           Very few even knew that Pomona Sprout was married. Her wife was one of the owners of Honeydukes. Professor Sprout never missed a Hogsmeade outing.

           “I’m not leaving yet,” Professor Sprout continued. “I’ll give one more year; I owe it to Minerva and the students. Besides, I’ve got to train my replacement.”

           “Your replacement? Who is it?”

           “You, of course.”

           “Me?” Neville couldn’t believe it. “No, Professor, I can’t do that.”

           “Yes you can,” Professor Sprout said. “We’ll teach together in the fall, and after Christmas you can do some classes on your own and work on developing some new lesson plans.”

           “But—”

           “You hacked off Nagini’s head, you stood up to the Carrows and you protected all those kids,” Professor Sprout said. “Neville, you’ve found your courage, and you know plants. Think of the students like seedlings; they need strong roots and a guiding trellis. You can provide both. Now, hand me that Flutterby bush.”

           There was no more discussion, and in September Neville found himself facing the first class, a group of curious Ravenclaw first years.

           “This is Neville,” Professor Sprout said. “He’ll be Professor Longbottom soon, so listen to him.”

           She split the kids up into pairs to begin work, and Neville started awkwardly moving among them. He spotted a girl who could just barely reach the table, staring at the plants nervously.

           “Don’t use your wand, you’ll blow us all up, Worth-less,” her partner sneered.

           “Enough of that,” Neville said sternly. “Jessica, you can go ahead and work alone. Five points from Ravenclaw. Any more nasty comments and it’s detention.”

           Jessica reddened and turned away. Neville summoned a stool and helped the first girl up. “What’s your name?” he asked.

           “Amy Worth,” she whispered. “And she’s right—I can’t do anything. Mum’s going to be furious.”

           Neville crouched so they were eye to eye. “It takes practice,” he promised. “Why don’t you speak to your professors about getting extra help? They’ll all be willing to do it. And you don’t need your wand for this. Now, the first step is to check if the plant is properly watered…”

Draco Malfoy

           Draco had no idea what to do.

           Suddenly poor and drifting for the first time in his life, he paced back and forth in his parent’s house, the place where once he’d believed he could do anything. Be anything.

           Now he was nothing.

           Five days a week for a year he was busy, working for his community service. He spent two months at St. Mungo’s, three working in the Compensation Office, another three at Hogwarts helping to repair damages (trying not to vomit as he worked to remove the marks of curses he and his group had fired), and the last four working to build houses for families who’d lost their homes. In every job he was mocked, spat at and checked carefully to make sure he was doing nothing wrong.

           Draco took the treatment in silence, accepting the blame, the snarls, the tears. He did everything he could to work through the problems, to help as many as he could. But what could he do for people who’d lost limbs to curses, lost family…lost children? He spent several nights late at work, trying to find more solutions, to do more to silence the screaming in his head.

           Oh he knew he was guilty, and at first he tried to justify some of it. He was young, he was raised that way, he was forced to. It didn’t matter. His actions were his own, and now he had to suffer the consequences.

           One much happier consequence was meeting Astoria. She was one of the few Slytherins who hadn’t been pulled into the Death Eaters, a highly intelligent witch who designed the new houses and did her best to make them look like homes on the inside. She could read people really well, which was why Draco was surprised that she wanted to spend time with him at all.

           “Can’t you see the rot in me?”

           “I can see you trying to clear it out,” she replied.

           It was the first time someone other than Harry believed in him.

           He kept working with Astoria after his sentence was up, kept going to see Harry, who somehow didn’t mind being an Auror and being seen in the company of a former Death Eater. Draco was wearing a long-sleeved shirt the hot August day Harry told him about the problems with Azkaban.

           “We’ve gotten rid of the Dementors, which is a great first start, but I want to rip the place to the ground,” Harry said. “There’s nothing there that even allows for someone to change, you know? People like Umbridge deserve to suffer forever, but there are others…and what about people who break the law in a small way? Why do they have only Azkaban?”            “We need a new prison,” Draco blurted out.

           Thanks to nearly a year of looking at housing plans, he started sketching immediately on a scrap of parchment. “We need to look at rehabilitation programs, and different levels, and treating people…well, like they’re human. Because they still are!”

           He looked up to see Harry staring at him.

           “What? Oh, they won’t let me do it. They might let Astoria do it, though.”

           “I think they’ll let you do it,” Harry said slowly, a smile coming to his face. “I’ve just never seen you so excited.”

           “Some people need a second chance,” Draco said. “If I can give it to them, and make sure that the people who deserve to be there are still treated like humans…that would be good work.”

           “You might want to look into Muggle prison systems,” Harry said hesitantly. “I think there are some in Denmark and Scandinavia that sound like what you’re thinking of.”

           Draco pressed his fingers together, his personal reminder to ignore his old prejudices. It was hard; it was why he kept so quiet. But he was trying, and every time it was a little easier.

           “That sounds great, Harry.”

           A year later he stood with Harry and Astoria on the island where Azkaban stood.

           “Ready?” he called to Harry. “You get the first try.”

           Harry smiled, a savage glint in his eye. “Bombarda!”

           Azkaban was blasted to bits, and with purifying charms Luna Lovegood and Hermione Granger had created, the ground was secure. They’d build the new prison village here, with a tower for the people who really had no remorse in their hearts. They were in the minority though, and Draco had high hopes that there would come a day when most of the prisoners on the shore would walk free again, with the outside world understanding that they had paid their debts and were ready to be among people again and to feel happy.

Luna Lovegood Scamander

           Luna headed for the jungle after the last funeral. She answered Ginny’s owls, but that was it. She needed to drown out the memories of the basement, of the fighting. She’d always been able to hold back her sadness—losing Mum, not having friends—but Bellatrix’s laughs and Mr. Ollivander’s sobs and the terrible silence in the Great Hall with the dead wouldn’t leave her heart.

           She found new sounds, observing fantastic beasts in the wild, finding new ones, taking extensive notes. She visited with specimens and notes and spoke at naturalist events and came to every wedding, but it took five years before she really felt ready to come back for good.

           In those five years she’d been to every continent, discovered sixteen new species, and had seven lovers. Her favourite was Himari, whose speciality lay in magical fauna. Luna introduced her to Neville via owl and the three of them spent an amazing summer in Brazil, trekking up the Amazon.

           But Himari got back together with an old girlfriend at the end of the summer, and Luna let her go. It was alright, really. Himari didn’t want anything permanent, so she wasn’t surprised. And they stayed friends; Luna brought a tiny bundle of flowers when Himari’s son was born, and at Himari’s request named him Haru.

           But long before that baby was born, Luna was in Madagascar in autumn, and she got lost for the first time in years. It was getting dark, and she was nervous. There were tales of a creature who hunted by night in these plains, one that wasn’t afraid of wands.

           “Hello.”

           Luna spun.

           A man stood behind her. “You’re glowing,” he said.

           Luna looked down. The moon was coming up, and a faint beam of light was falling on her. “I am.”

           “Are you Luna Lovegood?” Her name sounded like an incantation in the stranger’s accent.

           “Yes.”

           “It’s an honour to meet you.” The man made a little bow. “My name is Rolf, and I am a humble naturalist. Would you like to join me for supper?”

           “Aren’t you worried about the Aye-Aye?” Luna asked.

           Rolf chuckled. “Ah, that old story is still around. I promise, Moonlight, there is nothing to fear. In fact, after we eat I can show you one.”

           Luna had never seen such an amazing creature, and was astounded to learn it wasn’t fantastic in the least.

           It was about a week later that she found out he was Rolf Scamander. It was also a week later when they both realized they were falling in love.

           And that was when it was time to go home.

           They did go on more trips, and when the twins were old enough they came along too. In between, Luna started to paint her favourite observations from memory and from notes. Rolf was astounded.

           “Moonlight, these are beautiful! And the detail…” Rolf peered at them. “You ought to exhibit them.”

           It took some persuading, but eventually Luna did exhibit her paintings, all but one.

           The one painting she kept at home was a small painting. It showed an Aye-Aye, peering up curiously at two naturalists trying to drown out their pasts, and in doing so found their futures in a moonlit night in Madagascar.

Vampire Au Fic Rec

Waiting On You 76k

“Vampires,” Louis says with disgust, glaring over at the vampire who is noisily slurping from the woman’s neck nearby.

Zayn gives the neat fang marks on Louis’ neck a meaningful look.

“Can’t live with them, can’t live without them,” Louis finishes, ignoring Zayn when he rolls his eyes.

Louis takes a long sip of his milkshake, presses his fingers against the marks on his neck, and definitely doesn’t think about the vampire who left them there.

and i’ll find your lips in the street lights 4k

“Do you always ramble when you talk, Curly?” he asks, leaning against the kitchen island that sort of sticks out into the entry to the flat.

“I’m Harry.”

“So you said.” Louis’ grin gets wider.

Harry blushes. Fuck, he was so much smoother as a human. And who knew vampires could still blush. He’s never seen Liam blush. He’s the lucky enigma it seems.

“I’m, uh. Gonna go… In my room.” Harry points vaguely in the direction of his bedroom. “Make yourself at home. There’s blood in the fridge. And other snacks. And things. Help yourself. I’ll leave you to get, you know, settled.”

Louis smiles even bigger at that. “I was actually gonna go out,” he says. “It’s been ages since I’ve gone dancing. Are you up for it, Curly?”

Or, Harry is a newbie vampire who hasn’t fully gotten the hang of the whole afterlife thing, but Louis might be just what he needs.

Nocturnal Creatures Are Not So Prudent 24k

Louis spins a finger in midair, like he’s indicating someone to turn around, staring pointedly at Liam as the faucet turns itself on and the can rinses itself in the sink behind him. Liam, moon burn him, doesn’t rise to the bait, choosing instead to lean back on his stool and wrapping his hands around his own mug.

“Anyway, like I was saying and that you were ignoring, there’s this new club near my school and I want you to go with me. Could do you some good, getting out once in awhile.”

Louis is a white witch with a little black cat named Hemlock and a best human friend Liam (they’re a lot like Samantha Stephens and Louise Tate). When he’s dragged out to a new club Liam’s heard about from a friend and classmate, Louis comes face to face with that which witches do not touch: a charming vampire by the name of Harry.

As Cold as a Whisper 48k

Harry did not turn around to face Louis yet and Louis’ body screamed at him to take the opportunity and run. Run until he couldn’t anymore, until his lungs collapsed out of breath and he was either safe and away or caught back in Harry’s gaze.

Harry turned then, and his eyes were darker than the heavens and just as green as the haunting woods surrounding them, entrapping Louis. Focused, and clear.

Louis’ heart rattled in his ribcage, shaking, wanting to escape his unmoving body. Harry walked closer and Louis’ eyes stayed on him, breath leaving in a sharp exhale when Harry bent down to touch his face.

A fairy tale au where people in Louis’ village are disappearing and Louis is married off to uphold a centuries long agreement.

Carnelian 30k

“It’s a donor matching center for humans and vampires.”

“Vampires.” Louis snorts. “Like pretend vampires, like for people who think they are vampires?”

The humor clearly lost on Zayn as he answers calmly, “No, real vampires.”

“There’s no such thing as vampires.” Louis rolls his eyes. “You’re fucking with me or something.” Louis flicks his cigarette to the ground.

“I’m not.” Zayn speaks, his tone harsh and deeper than Louis remembers. “There are vampires all around you. We are quite civilized beings. We have careers, business, and we enjoy nights out on the town just like humans do. We aren’t savages. We blend in with the rest of the world. However, no advancement in science has fixed our one problem that makes us different than humans…We still need blood to live and we love it fresh from the source.”

OR

Louis finds himself donating blood to the most beautiful being he’s ever seen.

Pour Yourself Over Me (Until There’s Nothing Left To See) ~6k

Louis receives a strange invitation to a masquerade ball from a stranger who offers to pay for everything.

fortune’s fools 8k 

It’s about respecting the night and the reason they’ve come together. It’s a rite of passage, as it were, a symbol of status, and that’s the only thing that keeps Louis from skiving off and going for a run with Liam.

And he knows Lottie would chew off his left arm if he kept her away from the first All Hallows’ Ball she’s eligible for. So he keeps himself plastered to her side as soon as they step into the foyer, works hard at keeping his claws at bay once they’re behind enemy lines. It’s a hard habit to unlearn, but he’s trying.

Louis likes an armistice as much as the next lad, but until he sees some sort formal treaty, he generally trusts the vamps about as far as he can throw them. Which is, admittedly, quite far, but not far enough. He’s here to represent the pack, and that’s all. He won’t pick a fight. But he will finish one if it starts, he has to. The war resumes at sunrise anyway.

[Or, two immortal households, both alike in dignity.]

untitled vampire/asexual incubus AU 10k

“You’re a vampire,” Harry says, wrapping his fingers around Louis’ wrist.

“I am,” Louis admits. “Still workin’ on what you are, love.”

[will never be finished]

Eternal Love 8k 

“If this city weren’t full of idiots like you who think the world’s a safe place, I’d starve to death,” the man’s voice said, dark humour lacing the words.

Louis had been dreaming of the green-eyed vampire for as long as he could remember; his mate from a lifetime past.

The reality doesn’t go quite as expected…

till the heavens burst  46k

Part 1

“What about you then? How old are you?”

“Nineteen.” Harry gives him his flatest look he can manage, holding out until Louis’ lips twitch with a smile and he starts snickering. “Oh, alright, I see you’re not into that cliché.”

Harry finally smiles, happy he’s going to get what he wants.

Harry meets a pretty boy while hiding out in a tree. He’s pretty sure the boy is a vampire.

till the sun don’t shine 7k

Part 2

“Hey, mate! Having a good time over there?” Niall’s voice is way too loud for the suffocating silence on Louis’ end.

“I killed Harry.” Louis’ lip trembles and he feels dangerously close to crying again, throat and chest aching.

“Congratulations! I’m happy for you two.” Louis can’t help but let out a dry laugh.

“No, Niall. I think I honestly killed him, he still hasn’t woken up.”

or: life after death.. an epilogue following Harry’s first few days after being changed

Wherever you go, bring me home 9k

Part 1

“Do you know these could kill you?” he asked, pointing towards the lit cigarette in his hand with so much concern laden in his voice that Louis almost felt guilty. Almost. Because then he realised it shouldn’t matter what Louis did with his life choices, to this man. No matter how persuasive his voice was, it shouldn’t. Louis shouldn’t care. Not at all.

So Louis maintained a composed stance, cocking his hip out slightly. Never mind that this was his flirting pose. Never mind. He flicked the butt and shrugged. He hoped he came off cool and confident. “Eh what can you do?”

Louis is a grumpy vampire who is unaware that it is Halloween and has a lot of issues and panic attacks. Harry is a joyous human who is dressed in a vampire costume unaware that he’s talking to a real vampire.

I’ll Make This Feel Like Home 14k

Part 2

Harry woke up a little disoriented, head pounding and ears ringing with the sunlight bright against his eyes. He squeezed them shut, but it did little help as spots danced in front his closed eyelids. He felt the contents of his stomach rise up and he knew he would be ditsy if he were standing. Why did he ever drink?

Harry rewound back his memory a little. He wasn’t all that drunk last night but he got bad hangovers anyway. He remembered getting out of his shift dressed as a vampire, solemnly swearing to himself that he wouldn’t drink. Then why did he do so?

Basically this is the next morning.

someday my pain will mark you 10k

Ziam

So here Liam is―Uncertain vampire. Unwilling to drink from a Normal. Bored out of his mind. Helplessly in love with a bloody werewolf, for fuck’s sake.

Oh, and a prince.

What a mercifully pleasant and charmed life he’s been living (not-living?) for quite some time now.

(Or alternatively: Liam is probably the world’s worst vampire, who has fallen quite madly in love with Zayn, the world’s most reluctant werewolf)

Suckin’ your blood until your heart stops beating 1.8k

It started quite innocent really.

Or, well, as innocent as a vampire club with your 300+ year old boyfriend grinding against you can be.

Or the Vampire AU where Harry and Louis fuck and Louis comes three times.

Written In The Stars 71k

It was so different - the complete opposite of everything Louis had ever expected about finally being placed into the real world. Zayn defied every single thing he’d ever been told about vampires, about how he was supposed to be treated. This was nothing like what he’d expected.

[or: Zayn’s the third oldest vampire in the world and found himself searching out the company of a human, so he took Louis as his keep. His maker Harry doesn’t approve.]

Beauty in Bedlam 7k

“You’re not a vampire,” Louis scoffs. He’s never seen anyone less vampire-like in his life. The man is wearing gold boots for christ’s sake. Sparkly gold boots.

“Louis,” Liam hisses, looking mortified.

“What?” Louis asks, affronted. “He can’t be a vampire! He’s…dimpling!” Curly-apparently-Harry the vampire wannabe is indeed dimpling and looking entirely too amused for Louis’ liking.

“Vampires aren’t allowed to have dimples?” Harry asks, bemused.

“The dimples are just the first thing on the list, mate,” Louis assures him.

Eternity 9k

Part 1

Louis’s been turned into a vampire in the middle of tour. He’s trying to figure out what comes with being a vampire while also hiding his new found vampirism from the boys… with some added complications.

Ecstasy 17k

Part 2

“And the most important part for me, we’d have forever. I would give up food and sleep and everything that meant being human if it meant I could be with you forever. I want this so much Louis, and I’m not changing my mind about it.”

Two years later, and Louis has to decide whether or not he can keep his deal with Harry and turn him into a vampire.

Give Me a Memory I Can Use 41k

Louis is a brilliant, yet broke PhD student, Harry’s a pretentious and arrogant vampire, and first impressions have never been more deceiving.

Or the one where Louis and Harry will always have Rome. And San Francisco. And London. And each other.

You’ve got me running from the daylight 15k

If there was one thing that Louis had never, ever wanted in his whole vampire life, it was having to protect a bratty newborn from five fucking vampire clans. Too bad he got stuck with the assignment anyway.

Or the one where Harry and Louis are both vampires and acting like assholes towards each other until at some point they can’t anymore.

Like Spilled Garnets 14k

Self indulgent fic with very little plot. AU where Harry and Niall are vampires who go to college as a hobby, Louis is the human willing to endure any adversities that come with dating an ancient vampire, and Liam is the over protective best friend.

Bite 10k

“I’m going to hunt you for real now, Harry,” Louis whispers.

“If this,” Harry says, rolling his hips so that they rub against where Louis is most definitely still hard, “is what you mean by hunting, then count me in, babe.”

Louis is a vampire hunter, and Harry is too happy being his prey.

Tell Me Something That’ll Change Me ˜5k

“What happened to me, you fucking—” Louis’ eyes shot open as he felt a burst of cold air into his mouth. That doesn’t usually happen…does it?, Louis thought. Something didn’t feel right. Immediately, Louis’ hand flew to his mouth, feeling around his upper row of teeth only to find a small gap…where both his front teeth were chipped half off.

A self-indulgent vampire!Harry fic featuring miscommunication, shady dentistry, and a hint at heavy petting.

warm blood feels good 7k

It’s stupid to try and hide anything from a vampire, isn’t it? Louis could track every stutter of his heartbeat from across the city, if he wanted. There’s no way he’s missed Harry’s reaction to him. A bloody blind idiot can’t have missed it.

Louis is a vampire. Harry’s… obsessed. AU

you are something i should do without ˜39k

Ziam

It’s been a handful of days, and quite honestly, Liam is content to spend the rest of eternity lying in bed watching Zayn smoke a cigarette, standing naked by the open window while it rains.

There’s a sated warmth that sits underneath Liam’s skin as he lays there, watching Zayn, blinking his eyes closed like sleep will take him. It doesn’t; he’s too keyed up even though every part of his spent body aches when he moves. Liam sits up and Zayn turns to look at him. He’s a mess, but it’s lovely; his hair is askew, marks all over his body, made by Liam’s mouth and his teeth, he’s covered in sweat and come and there’s a smear of blood on his chest and—

Something possessive bubbles up inside of Liam. Mine.

He doesn’t quite know what to do with that feeling, the need to have Zayn right by his side, lying there, breathing softly as he sleeps, or humming dirty songs in the kitchen as he forces himself to make breakfast or lunch, or talking with that voice and that lilt of an accent that makes his words sound colorful. Liam doesn’t know what to do with that need.

or; Liam’s a vampire and Zayn doesn’t remember anything.

Take A Bite Outta Me 4k

Louis truly resents the implication that he is basically Harry’s own version of Bella goddamn Swan, because seriously, no. Just no. But the issue is that even this stupid Meyeresque revelation has done absolutely nothing to dampen his attraction to this weirdly charming vampire man who dresses in 8000 pound coats and hangs around in dilapidated buildings with his merry band of ethical bloodsuckers.

Louis is a slightly inept vampire hunter. Harry is a slightly unique vampire. They meet.

let me outshine the moon 9k

Part 1

“Fuck,” echoes Liam, shaking his head at them with a small smile on his face. “Just don’t get yourselves killed.”

“You can come too, if you want,” says Niall, standing up.

“I wouldn’t be caught dead at a vampire bar,” Liam scoffs, standing up as well. “Wait. Fuck.”

…or, boarding school students Niall and Harry chance a trip to the local vampire bar.

a moth to your flame 9k 

Part 2

Harry attends a Halloween party with his vampire boyfriend Louis and gets more than he bargained for.

worlds will sing as we fall 7k 

Part 3

Harry doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, during which time Liam gets up and excuses himself to the bathroom, practically running out of the room.

“Wait, so what kind of silver are we talking?” he asks eventually. “Like - jewelry? Or-”

“You’re actually considering this?” Zayn asks, rubbing his hands together with glee. “Oh, Lou’s going to owe me a large favor for this.”

… or, Harry discovers one of his vampire boyfriend’s favorite kinks.

Run and I’ll Give Chase 24k

Part 1

“You go out every night and maybe you’re able to drink without hurting anyone, but you’re still thirsty, aren’t you? Still have an itch you can’t scratch. A need you can’t put a name to. You desire a companion.”

“You mean a keeper?” Harry corrects with venom in his voice. “Someone to put a leash on me.”

“Wouldn’t need a leash, love.” Louis whispers sensually, and he is suddenly behind Harry, too fast for his eyes to keep track of. “You’re practically pliant just by being in my presence. Of course, if you’re into that sort of thing, I could always get you a lovely collar with a matching leash once you decide to take me up on my offer.”

Or, Harry is a fledgling vampire without a maker. Louis is graciously offering to fill that role.

Jump and I’ll Catch You 13k

Part 2

“Anyway,” Niall coughs once him and Zayn pull apart, “Zayn has something to tell you, Louis.”

“No I don’t.” Zayn quickly denies, looking almost panicked. Harry watches as Louis shifts his confused expression between the two.

“What is it?”

“Liam knows about Harry.” Niall reveals, hands tugging at the material of Zayn’s shirt. “He’s coming here tomorrow. Figured we should give you a heads up.”

Sequel to Run and I’ll Give Chase.

Hide and I’ll Seek 25k

Part 3?

“I don’t want to impose-“  

“Nonsense.” Louis interrupts, waving away Niall’s worry.

“I need a place to stay.”

They’re quiet for a while, and Niall can practically hear them communicating telepathically, before deciding not to leave them speculating.

“I need some time away from Zayn.”

Or eternity is a long time to be in a relationship. It allows endless problems to occur, especially if you keep secrets. But it can also give you time to mend what you break.

I’ll Make This Feel Like Home 3k

“Here’s to another two hundred years, love,” Harry lifts his glass in a toast.

“To another two hundred years,” Louis echoes, lifting his glass to match. “Just try not to get staked going out to get milk again, yeah?”

Their glasses meet with a clink in the middle, and they both take long sips from the liquid, their eyes meeting fondly over the rims of their glasses.

Or,

The one where Louis and Harry are vampires who’re very much in love and are celebrating their 200th anniversary of the day they met.

Something To Live For 5k

After over a century of waiting for Harry to realize they’re mates, Louis gets his heart broken when his friend announces he’s found his ‘one’ in a human girl named Teresa. Wanting only happiness for Harry, Louis accepts that it just wasn’t meant to be and decides it’s time to let go of the immortal life.

the blood rushing sweet 10k

Part 1

Harry is 16 and his protective mother finally lets him go trick-or-treating this Halloween. Harry, dressed as an angel, runs into Louis, who is dressed as a vampire (and actually is one).

If I Could Fly 10k

Part 2

tasting me like blood in your mouth 5k

Louis smirked against their meshing lips, and pulled back to gaze at Harry lovingly. He pet his cheek and smiled a bit softer, said, “you look so pretty with your blood all over your mouth.”

Harry giggled and wiped at the corner of his lips with his thumb, and felt his sticky blood. He sucked his thumb and heatedly looked at Louis. “Daddy, please fuck me now?”

“Of course, darling,” he said, kissing his cheek.

My Reflection; All I See Is You 38k 

Ziam

Part 1

This life, it’s forever. That’s what being immortal means, but Zayn didn’t realize it would take him this long to realize it. What good is forever if nothing else is?

Everything I Do 28k

Ziam

Part 2

This life, it’s forever. And Zayn has found his forever but does he want this same life for Liam?

Love Affair With a Vampire 6k

Part 1

"There aren’t enough words in any language to even begin describing my feelings for you, Louis Tomlinson.”

The Wingman  1k

Part 2

Interview With a Vampire was far more interesting than Liam’s lectures on his unsociable-ness… was that even a word?

《Prequel to Love Affair With a Vampire》

read you for some kind of poem 11k

Part 1

He likes to imagine that he’s always aware of Harry’s eyes on him, but the spark that flashes across his body at how often Harry licks his lips while looking at his throat doesn’t feel like something he’s explicitly and consciously acknowledged before, but it feels familiar. Usual. Right.

(Louis is human, and Harry is lucky enough to be his vampire boyfriend.)

painting the hills blue and red 12k

Part 2

It’s not that he’s obsessed with his own body—although he does know that it’s a nice one—but Harry is obsessed with his body, and Harry likes leaving reminders all over to make sure that Louis remembers. To make sure that everyone else knows.

(Louis is still human, Harry is his vampiric one true, and things are looking a lot more permanent than they were two years ago.)

Etched In Blood 6k

Harry’s first time meeting a vampire did not go as expected.

“Fuck, you taste like blood and my cock,” Louis groaned, pulling away wild-eyed.

Not as expected at all.

The Lion Man 12k

Louis is a vampire who loves tattoos and piercings as much as he loves a good feed. Harry is a biology student who gets dragged to a vampire bar (really, of all places) by his friends and happens to have blood that tastes like maraschino cherries. They’re both a bit addicted and they’re neither a bit ashamed.

How to Taste Delicious 7k

Niam

Liam was used to his boring life. Going to his boring job and then heading to the pub afterwards to be the third wheel to his friends relationship. But then a mysterious figure showed up in his life and helped him realize that things aren’t always what they seem, and that some Vampires were picky with their choice of blood.

Vampire!Niam fic

(Niall is introduced as James for a few paragraphs)

Abandoned and Found 23k

Ziall

Niall dosen’t come to school for a week. Zayn goes over to his house to check up on him, only to discover the unimaginable.

If I Was Your Vampire 6k 

His neck was exposed, and it was pretty clear Louis was waiting for Harry to claim the naked skin as his.

When there was no reaction, however, Louis opened his eyes and looked up at Harry from a somewhat awkward angle. The wide, downright hungry stare he was receiving from Harry who seemed like he was in an entire other universe kind of scared him, and when he didn’t see Harry blink for several following seconds but his tongue continued to wet his lips, Louis, now growing afraid, asked, “Harry? Are – are you okay?”

Just another Vampire AU

All you can eat. 17k

“You didn’t deny thinking about me while watching porn either, though.” Harry smiled and brushed his curls to the side before leaning over the desk so he was closer to Louis. “Do you stroke your big cock to those corny student teacher porn videos? Do you get mad when you watch? Because god, it’s so fucking cheesy. But you can’t help the way you start to come when the student starts moaning, ‘Ugh fuck professor fuck me.’ Because somehow it’s hot, and maybe it’s hot because you want to hear a certain student moaning professor while you fuck them over your desk. Now isn’t that right, Professor Tomlinson?”

~ or the one where human harry seduces his hot teacher professor tomlinson, who happens to be a vampire ~

Sink Your Teeth in and Don’t Look Back 8k 

But when Louis felt his fangs growing in his mouth, an irresistible urge to bitebitebite coming over him, he knew he had to get out of there before someone noticed.

Unluckily for Louis, brown eyes trained his every move, they knew all too well what the signs of his behaviour were, and they sure as hell weren’t gonna do nothing about it.

Or…

Louis is a vampire and no one in the band knows until they do.

In Your Eyes 1k

Louis can’t see himself in a mirror so Harry tells him what he looks like.

finding you was so hard (but loving you is easy) 66k 

An incredibly shameless vampire!AU filled with stupid jokes, endless dates, flappy bird, a bro man dude pal sleepover thing and there also might be some sex in strange places.

Also known as the one where everyone is a vampire, Louis is oblivious and somewhere along the way it becomes a bit too much like Twilight.

Then a string of thoughts make themselves clear in Louis’ head. First, Harry is a vampire. Second, Louis is a dumbass. Third, Louis is also unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him. Fourth, he’s pretty sure he just quoted the back of the Twilight book.

Bloodstream 3k

“Its been three months.

Three months since Louis had turned Harry.

Also three months since Louis had seen Harry.

He went M.I.A. ever since he found out the kind of creature Louis had turned him into. He left in a fit of rage, and decided to never come back. It both hurt and surprised Louis to say the least.”

vampire!au in which both Louis and Harry are vampires and have hot vampire sex.

The Fragmented Veil 28k

In which Louis gets attacked one night in the dark. It changes his life, just not in the way he expected.

The Look In Our Eyes 1k

Harry and Louis have been vampires for many decades. One night they decide to get drunk, their curiosity and insecurities get to the best of them and this is what happens.

Bite me 5k

Louis is a vampire and Harry is a human who plays hard to get. Top!Louis ladies and gentlemen

Corrupt Me 9k 

Ziam

Liam is a blushing mess.

Zayn may just be jealous of what Louis has

Lover Dearest 43k

Ziam

“First rule, babe,” Zayn says, leaning down. His lips slide over Liam’s jaw, barely there, just a soft pressure, fleeting and gone as soon as it came. “Never trust a vampire.”

He’s grinning as he climbs off Liam, heading for the door. Liam watches him go, thinking that he’s wrong. The first rule should be to not fall in love with one.

Soul Meets Body 1k

Vampire!Louis takes blood from Harry for the first time while getting him off.

blood bank 8k

be my vampire, baby, i’ll be your boy. (or, in the middle of a snowstorm, their car breaks down and harry’s stuck with louis, a vampire).

Wrap your body on my mind 6k

“So, you know how that hickey thing bothers me?” Louis chooses to start, not wanting to spring the strong stuff on Harry right away.

He gets a nod from Harry, whose eyes search his with an unspoken question.

“Well, I was googling some stuff online,” Louis continues, “and I came across these collars that people use to, uh, remember who they belong to. Like, sexually?

Harry’s a vampire who doesn’t bruise, Louis is his possessive boyfriend.

Promised with Intent 1k

So there’s a blood-curse on Louis that prevents him from using his magic. And there’s I’m sorryHecate only knows how many vampires on the other side of his wards. And all he’s got to defend himself is a fireplace poker. They’re still not going to take his son from him, not while he’s still breathing.

Staring down at his son’s terrified, lost expression he comes to a decision. He knows what he has to do, but he doesn’t have to like it. The desire to protect his child at all costs is the only thing that could ever make him consider an alliance with his hated enemy-a vampire from the Styles Clan.

A Real Boy 29k

Harry is a college student who is forced to live with his dad in Portland. Louis is a vampire, who’s in Portland to catch a hunter. They meet, drama ensues, they fall in love and this is their story.

Or

The not so Twilight fic where Harry falls hopelessly in love with vampire Louis Tomlinson.

Won’t keep watching you dance around in your smoke,and flicker out 8k

The way things look like, Louis knows well enough, usually. That’s what happens when you can’t see yourself: you just absorb every single detail, drink them like the most precious nectar. The beauty that surrounds you feeds your imagination, helps you feel the gaps of what you can’t see. Louis doesn’t know what he looks like anymore. It feels like an eternity now - maybe thirty years, maybe forty, he doesn’t even know anymore. He stopped counting when he realised there wasn’t any way out.

How shallow of him, he thinks, to grow tired of the world just because he doesn’t quite know the way he interacts with it, isn’t quite sure of what role he plays and what use there is in him being out there, half himself, half a shadow.

Or, Louis is a vampire who hasn’t been able see himself in almost half a century until he meets Harry, who happens to be the only one who sees him for what he really is.

All That Matters 12k

Harry comes to NY with a bag of clothes, and lots of dreams. Tired of sleeping in Niall’s spare bedroom, Harry decides to get a job. When Harry applies for Louis’ bartender position he gets a lot more than what he bargained for after falling for vampire Louis Tomlinson.

Beating Heart 18k

After a wild night out at a campus party, Louis wakes up the next morning to find that his dorm mate, Stan Lucas, has mysteriously disappeared. As Louis and his friends desperately begin their search for him, mystery comes in another form as Harry Styles- Louis` new, weird, and really attractive replacement dorm mate. Documenting the entire search, and new love affair, the search for Stan begins all the while creating new mysteries that may ultimately lead to his discovery.

(Heavily based on the web series “Carmilla”)

Heartbeat 1k

Part 1

Hatred.

Hatred like nothing he’s ever felt in his long life rises up inside of him for the woman he left slumped on the sofa. She deserves death. Death by his hand. Slow and painful.

Or

Louis is a vampire out for a good time and a decent meal, but when he goes home with a woman and discovers her neglected baby son, a protectiveness he’s never felt before comes to the surface, tempting him to end her life.

Belonging 2k

Part 2

“Harry,” Louis says later as they’re driving home. “You were rude to that woman.”

Harry’s head snaps towards him. “Why do you care? Did you like her?”

Or

Harry’s growing up and Louis gets the shock of his life.

**Sequel to Heartbeat**

Clandestine 5k

Part 3

“What, am I supposed to throw him a surprise party when he turns sixteen? 'Surprise! You’re a werewolf, and I’m a vampire, have some cake’-” The sound of Holland’s high pitched laughter cut him off, “It’s not funny!”

“I’m sorry sweetie, but it really, really is.”

“You’re no help!”

**Follow up to Heartbeat and Belonging**

A Werewolf Thing 5k

Part 4

When? When had this happened? Gone was the wide-eyed, chubby-cheeked baby boy, and in his place stood a lanky teenager with stormy eyes and a brow that spoke of fiery temperament.

or

Louis is having a hard time accepting the fact that Harry is growing up; Harry resents this.

*Series not done

The Devil You Know 35k

Harry walked slowly to the door, an eerie sense of déjà vu rolling over him. “Who is it?” he called out through the varnished maple.

“Can Harry come out to play?” The voice on the other side of the door was light and airy, musical, with a raspy edge.

Louis.

Harry felt his pulse race a little before he found words. “Harry’s not home right now.” He smirked.

There was a pause and then a light tap-tap-tap on the door, right at Harry’s ear. “Bullshit.”

**** Louis is a vampire. Harry is probably too curious for his own good.

morning has broken 2k

Harry tries out his new vampire skills. In bed. With Louis.

This is a timestamp for the fic The Devil You Know. It takes place the morning after Louis turns Harry. Some might even consider it to be…the missing smut scene.

Do Things I Never Thought ˜4k

Louis finds himself in a predicament. It involves a pair of red lace panties, a newly turned boyfriend and a misunderstanding.

OR

Vampire Louis makes it up to Vampire Harry when a newly discovered kink goes awry.

For You I’d Bleed Myself Dry 3k

After a public and humiliating breakup, Louis Tomlinson finds himself on his would-be honeymoon with his best friend, Niall. However, this St. Lucian paradise is not all that it seems. Louis may be particularly vulnerable to an unusually handsome predator.

Feels Like Infinity 21k

Louis Tomlinson is an accomplished professor and a published author, all at age 28. He has devoted his life to the study and discussion of the mythological beings known as vampires. What he hasn’t prepared for is, well, meeting one.

Dance along to the beat of your heart 3k

Part 1

Since his family has been cold-bloodedly slaughtered by vampires, Louis has been hunting them, wanting to take every single one of them down. When he hears people talk about a mysterious Harry with white pale skin, he knows he has found another victim. But is Harry completely what Louis thinks he is? And doesn’t it get time that Louis finally moves one, that he ends his career as a hunter?

Burning in the light (your eyes) 3k 

Part 2

Louis learns how to live with Harry, learns how to love Harry. Harry has known all along how to love Louis

there’s no antidote (for this curse) 50k 

Threesome (Liam/Harry/Louis)

Five or so times Liam (and Harry) saved Louis and one time he saved them (and the world): A Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU

Under The Shimmering Surface 61k

Louis thinks back on his small house full of high-voltage little sisters and his messy bedroom and the neighborhood kids he’d play with when the summer nights ran long and he loved being hugged by the sun. His mind shifts to when he left, ran away and into the dark of night. His bloodlust and sex crazed life lit only by the stars and lonely moons in different phases as he skipped from one town to the next across the country.

In hindsight, falling in love doesn’t sound so bad.

aka the fic where louis is a self-indulgent vampire, harry is smart and stronger than louis knows, and Seattle is just the perfect mix of mystery and alcohol and home for the right kind of love to brew (or maybe that’s just the witch’s potions fogging up the sky)

Love Endless (The Road to Recollection) 151k

[Book ¼]

The year is groovy 1973, and eighteen-year-old Louis Tomlinson is perhaps the gayest teen to ever grace the gloomy, hateful town of Fortwright. Would be fine if he wasn’t so viciously bullied at both home and school for such a "harmful” sexual preference.

Yeah, yeah, we’ve all heard this story, haven’t we?

Believe him, Louis didn’t think he was anything special either.

Until he found the mansion. The notoriously haunted mansion hidden deep within the forests of his tiny blip of a town in Bumfuck Nowhere, Idaho. No one with a brain ever goes near it, but Louis could use a little excitement in his life…and possibly a Band-Aid or two.

After discovering the mansion was less abandoned than he’d thought, he’s now left with the most riveting mystery of a lifetime; every new finding leaving him with more questions. Who is this elusive owner, and why won’t they show themselves? Why is there a set of journals in the same handwriting that span over centuries? Why in the world is there a padlock on the refrigerator…and who the hell is Alexander?

Love Endless (Path to Permanence) 241k

[Book 2/4]

So now Louis’ finally done the love thing, and it’s already in jeopardy? Just his luck.

Harry’s evil twin is back, and that can’t mean anything good. It never has.

Even with the help of friends, will Harry and Louis be able to keep him at bay? And is Auron really who they should be worried out?

…Only one way to find out.

Love Endless (Trail To Transcendence) 151k

[Book ¾] 

It just doesn’t fucking stop, does it?

**WIP

Luscious blood 116k

Louis Tomlinson, a human, has been living in poor living conditions together with his mother since he was born. Ever since he can remember he has loathed the stronger, faster, more developed kind that rule this world; Vampires. But will his opinion change after he meets his soul mate that is an arrogant, royal vampire named Harry Styles…

Route 50 2k

Sometimes he dreams of staying for even longer, of burrowing deep into the cool red earth and making his final resting place under the only stars left in America. He’d never really be able to do it, obviously. He has far too many ties still rooted to the world to abandon it for long.

A modern vampire AU set in LA.

“Champion’s dawn”

Chapter 48 - “Brave young soldiers”

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The rest of the time passed by unbelievaly fast. Before Oropher realised he was standing on the courtyard before the Great Gate, exchanging last words with Arvellon and Celeborn. They will both leave Menegroth soon and even if Oropher would desperately wanted to, he could do nothing to stop it. But he didn't really want to.

Arvellon's happiness couldn't be compared to anything. Oropher clearly saw sparks in his eyes that spoke all too well about excitement and restlesness about incoming duty. His soldiers were impatient as well, definately more curious than afraid about what awaited them beyond the walls of the city. But each of them remained vigilant and took seriously their preparations, minding that everything and everyone would be ready as they should.

And among all of this, Oropher couldn't help himself but ask Arvellon over and over if he had everything prepared, how are his soldiers, if his horse was in good condition – he asked about everything that could possibly come to his mind, but his cousin waved it all away.

'I checked all of it and everything is as it should be!' he said. 'Don't worry, Oropher! I am well prepared, my soldiers as well.'

Oropher couldn't disagree and he believed Arvellon's words, but he still felt anxiousness about his little cousin leaving so far away where Oropher won't be able to keep an eye on him. In Ossiriand it was different and Oropher could even train his cousin further while they were travelling while now he won't have such chance. He tried hard to hide it, but he was a bit worried, but each time it was dimmed by pride when Oropher realised that Arvellon just made a step for his promising career in the Wolf Banner.

Of course, Arvellon knew more than he cared to share and he promised to send a bird back to the Menegroth if he will have a chance and if it will be possible, but Oropher knew better than hope for it. It's highly unlikely than any falcon will arrive to them, if anything they should expect one at the end of Autumn, but even this was unsure.

Oropher couldn't help himself from thinking about Arvellon as a young soldier, despite that Arvellon was all grown up and he was an adult since so long. Neither he was considered by anyone as a young soldier and it was more a habit of Oropher to call him like this and Arvellon was so used to it that he didn't pay attention to this at all.

Of course, Ravoneth came to say her goodbyes and Oropher left the pair so they could have those moments only for themselves. Celeborn was talking with Galadhon and Galathil who also came say their goodbyes and surely Edwethon and Arradis were somewhere nearby as well. Erthor came by as well and wished all the soldiers pleasant and safe travel as much as it can be while sleeping on their own saddles and enduring heavy storms.

Oropher looked around at the commotion that was happening. Soldiers were getting ready for the move out, but each of them still found the time to say goodbyes to their own families. Many of them gathered on the courtyard to watch them go and in this crowd, Oropher somehow managed to find Ciryion and speak with him for a moment, then he found Bressil who just said goodbye to her parents. He wanted to make sure she had everything under control, though Oropher precisely knew she had – it was just his stupid need to know everything for sure and check everything by himself.

Soon enough, a horn sounded loudly and annouced a move out. Soldiers immediately went to their own horses and after last checks they jumped on their steeds, ready to be lead out by their officers. With the corner of his eye, Oropher noticed Helegon running up to Bressil. Her adorer was stubborn, but not rude in his doings and it seemed that Bressil started to open her heart to him – she tooka single flower Helegon brought for her and kissed his cheek. After their short talk, it seemed that they agreed to talk after Bressil will be back. Well, Oropher wished them all the luck.

Ciryion took the lead with his division and the rest went after them in appropriate arrays. For the last time, Oropher managed to find Arvellon who talking with no one other but Aglaron. Their soldiers were all ready and prepared, placed in the mixed array after Bressil's division. Arvellon and Aglaron seemed to have a good conversation, standing in the first line with their soldiers, but they immediately noticed him approach.

'Are you absolutely sure you and your soldiers have everything?' Oropher asked looking up at his cousin, briefly caressing his brown horse.

'Oropher, for the love of stars!' Arvellon sighted when he looked down at him. 'I packed my bags yesterday and I checked them today's morning.' he said patiently. 'I know you are worried, but I can take care of myself.'

'I know you can.' Oropher muttered, combing fingers through black mane of the horse, then he glanced at Aglaron. 'What of you?'

'Don't turn your worry from me on him!' Arvellon said immediately. 'We are both fine, go talk with Celeborn!'

'Fine, I'm going! Don't shout at me.' Oropher finally submitted, but he glanced one more at both of them. 'Take care of each other out there.'

'We will.' they both said at the same time and Oropher shook his head, more at his own stuborness.

At the very beginning, Oropher found Celeborn who was disposed between the soldiers as Oropher thought Ciryion will do. Despite that Celeborn was accomplished warrior, Ciryion won't risk anything happening to him – Celeborn was a civil, a Herald and the Prince of Doriath, and Ciryion won't have him endangered in any way. By such professionalism, Oropher knew he could be at peace asit went to Celeborn's safety and that his cousin will be taken to the Tower and back to the city whole and safe.

'Remember to not discuss with Ciryion all too much. Either way he will gag you.' Oropher said upon aproaching and Celeborn looked down at him.

'Don't worry, I only like to disscuss with you.' he said. 'Besides, I undermine authority of elves I don't like, while Ciryion is not only exemplary soldier, but he is also very intelligent and knowledgable elf. This travel will be a pleasure.'

'Are you suggesting that me and my division are not intelligent nor knowledgable?' Oropher asked with delicate smile as he crossed arms on chest.

Just at this moment a single but much louder and stern sound of the horn was heard and the Gate started to open to let the soldiers pass by and ride into the wild forests. Ciryion at the lead bid his horse to walk and after him all the soldiers followed and Oropher removed himself from the ranks to let the soldiers pass peacefully.

'You are all messed up, cousin!' Celeborn said and he also bid her mare to walk and follow assigned position in the array. But before he was fully gone he turned once more to Oropher. 'Which also has it's charm!'

Oropher shook his head and watched rows of soldiers move from walk to trott and as soon as they were beyond the Gate they moved into gallop rising after them clouds of dust. In all of this, Oropher didn't even manage to see Arvellon, but as his cousin said countless time before, he can take care of himself.

'Aaand they are gone.' Galathil sighted as he appeared near Oropher. 'Is anything known about the time when they will be back?'

'Celeborn should be back before Summer. We will have to leave to the west at the beginning of it.' Oropher said. 'As for Arvellon, it is planned that he will be back in early winter, but they will have to see what is the situation is this far corner of the kingdom. They will have to probably make new roads and tamp down sand so the wagons can ride through, maybe even build bridges over streams.' Oropher shrugged his arms. 'It may happen that they will stay there till the next spring.'

'Almost all four seasons.' Galathil said. 'So long time till we will see our young cousin again.'

'We have to get used to it.' Oropher laughed a bit. 'Maybe next time it will be him leading such expedition?'

'Couldn't you both choose more stationary duty? Like joining the Royal Guards, or something?' Galathil asked, but then he waved it all away. 'Nevermind, I'm going back to Nimloth. I promised Faineth I will take care of her today, since she meets up with her friends.' he started to walk away, but then he turned back to Oropher. 'Are you joining for the middle-spring hunt?'

'I guess I am.' Oropher shrugged his arms, but the closer the day came that he will have to actually show himself on this gathering, the more he regretted that he agreed to go.

'Splendid, cousin!' Galathil said as he came back to Oropher and nudged his arm. 'Maybe we will manage to hunt a boar? Do you remember this old boar we brought down long ago?'

'It was so huge that I still can't believe we managed to bring it back to the city.' Oropher shook his head at the lone memory of it. The boar was not only huge and heavy, but it put up a fierce fight as well.

'Father was so impressed he kept it as a trophy.' Galathil shook his head. It was a truth, boar's head hunged in one of the chambers in the Palace as an appropiate decoration. 'Alright, I will be on my way. See you later hopefully.'

Oropher waved Galathil for goodbye and when his cousin was gone, he looked around the courtyard. It was so full not long ago and now almost all the elves were already gone. For a moment Oropher stared at closed Gate that was opened not long ago and let the soldiers out of the Caves. Oropher sighted delicately, holding on to the words he will have to repeat himself over and over – Arvellon can take care of himself and he was more than ready for his duty.

As soon as he crossed the courtyard to walk into the corridor that will lead him to the fields, there were another soldiers who rode up and started to gather on the courtyard. And those soldiers were no one other but marchwardens.

Not everyone of them was already present, but they didn't seem in hurry to leave. They took their time, talking to each other and make last adjustments to their horses equipment. But Oropher quickly noticed that Amdir was already present, ready to leave Menegroth.

Oropher stood in place and fell in thought for a moment, before he finally decided to approach his older cousin. Even after what happened, Oropher felt it would be well to at least say a single word of goodbye to Amdir – even if after this Oropher will hit him in the face.

But before he moved out of his place towards Amdir, it was no one other than Erthor who entered the courtyard and Amdir left his horse and companions behind to talk with his uncle on side. Seeing them like this only strenghtened Oropher's thought that there was something he didn't know. And this something was definately a secret.

Despite this, he decided to move out of his place. He approached his father and Amdir who talked quietly to each other and they truly seemed indulged in this conversation. Amdir seemed even concerned and there was not even a bit of anger in his voice, while Erthor held his usual calm confidence. As expected, as soon as they noticed him coming closer their talk ended up quickly.

'Oropher, how good to see you.' Erthor smiled to him and Oropher returned the smile.

'I'm glad to see you as well, Adar.' he said then he glanced at his older cousin and his eyes sharpened a bit. 'You too, I guess.'

'I will leave you both.' Erthor said, then he glanced at them both warningly. 'Who knows when you will see each other again. Be nice to one another.' then he placed a hand on Amdir's arm. 'Save travel.'

'Thank you, uncle.' Amdir said and with those words Erthor left them all alone.

For a moment both of them watched Erthor leave, but then they looked at each other, maybe when they were both ready.

'I didn't expect you will show yourself to see me off.' Amdir said and Oropher shrugged his arms.

'I came here to say goodbye to Arvellon. Then I saw you.' he said. 'I guess it was fair enough to at least say goodbye to you. You have to learn good manners from someone.'

'Yes, I guess.' Amdir said indifferently and his eyes pulsed powerfully with known strength, but at least he didn't snap something back, so Oropher took it as a good sign.

'I would never even imagined that you will come to see my father.' Oropher said, then in turn it was his tempered that flared dangerously. 'You can do to me everything you want, but I swear-'

'It's not a game, Oropher.' Amdir interrupted him sternly. 'I may have started one when I came to Menegroth, but it was not supposed to be one. I...didn't know how to do it in other way.' he paused for a moment. 'I am not using your father and I don't plot anything with his involvement. I asked for his help and he agreed.'

'Fine.' Oropher said, then he looked all over Amdir. In nearby future it will show how worthy were his cousin's words and if he will truly care to hold on to promises he gave.

They fell in silence and they truned eyes away from each other. It was terrifying to remember that they used to be so close once. They were companions and brothers, together against everything and everyone. They got along so well, even in anger they had so much to tell to each other. And now there was silence between them.

'I know I fucked up. But I didn't mean to.' Amdir said. 'I needed to know the dispersion of power in the court...and where you stand in all of this.'

'So...you wanted to see how long leash they have granted me.' Oropher's eyes flashed with anger, then he managed to control himself almost at the last moment and he shook his head at what Amdir just said. 'You know, better don't say anything more. In a moment you will say one word too much and then I will do the same. Once more we will argue.' he looked into his cousin's golden eyes. 'I will send a bird to you, to the Tower. You can write everything that you want now to say to me. Maybe it will be easier for us like this, who knows?' he shrugged his arms. 'How does that sound?'

'Sounds good.' Amdir nodded, then the rest of the marchwardens appeared on the courtyard leading their horses next to them. 'Maybe...I will try to come to Menegroth in some time. I don't know yet.'

'Would be nice.' Oropher said. 'We could drink something in the tavern, like, you know, good old days.'

'It was a bit long since I had any liquor in hand.' Amdir smiled delicately and shook his head. He always enjoyed a good drunk, just as Oropher, so it was a bit strange that he admitted such a thing. On the other hand liquors were not available at the Tower as much as in Menegroth. 'But I would like that.'

'Then we have a deal.' Oropher said then he glanced at marchwardens who jumped on their horses and checked the last time if bags were comfortably binded to saddles. He and Amdir knew that it was time to say goodbye.

Their embrace was quick, but they held each other firmy, patting their backs non too gently. Then after delicate smiles, Amdir turned and approached his horse. Those were mere moments when the Gate opened and the marchwardens left, and once more Oropher was left alone of the sandy courtyard.

This time he didn't linger for long to look at the Gate. He crossed the courtyard again and walked into the corridor, soon enough entering the fields. And he appeared in time just to see Halloth's horse tripping over so heavily that it fell on front knees and Halloth fell to the ground in graceful tumble.

Oropher sighted and approached the tracks where Halloth trained his horseback archery. By now his soldier already spitted out all the sand from his mouth and gathered his bow that fell somewhere nearby and horse stood up on his legs.

'Damn it!' Halloth cursed as he got up, brushing off the dirt off his uniform and Oropher leaned his elbows on a tall fence close to the pair.

'If he is doing it often maybe you should change your horse.' he said as he looked at Heleg who perked ears at his rider.

'No, he is fine! He is just tripping when he has a bad day!' Halloth said as he got to the horse and looked closely at front legs, brushing off sand from hair.

'You know well that Heleg can't afford to have bad days.'

'I know, but he is not doing that often.' Halloth said as he got up straightened up. 'I think his legs are bruised pretty bad. I will go and make some warm bandages.'

'Don't let your fondness affect you decisions.' Oropher said and Halloth nodded at his words before he walked away leading his horse next to him.

Oropher watched the pair go for a moment, realising that Halloth grew up a bit. He was still the same enthusiastic and carefree young elf everyone remembered, yet there was noticeable change in him that allowed others to treat him as a serious soldier and future officer. Oropher observed not once that younger soldiers, who were just enrolled in the army, approached Halloth, Amrun and Tinnu about some matter or to seek advise and his soldiers were able to help in most cases. He couldn't be more proud.

Oropher straightened up and left the archery tracks behind. As he was still close to the stable he had a good view on the pastures that reached far, all the way behind the buildings. One herd of horses was just being taken back to the stable and Oropher noticed that Hakon was among them, a bit dirty with sand and with ruffled mane.

All the herd came back to the stable except one horse. And it was Faron's mare. She was walking around and still cropping grass as if nothing was happening and even if it was happening then she had her own business and she didn't have time to think of what the stable masters wanted from her.

It was one of three horses that belonged to Faron and this tall mare was not his favoured steed. The horse had a temperament, but beyond all it was showing blistering intelligence and it was able to dominate every horse. Naru was the mare's name and this horse got under the skin of not one elf. There was a reason after all for the saying that was sometimes repeated – ask a mare, discuss it with stallion and pray if it is Naru.

As he continued his walk, it was no one other but Taranir near the stable buildings. He found a bit of time to take care of his horse, tall dark brown stallion, though more softly tempered. By now, the horse was all gleaming perfectly and Taranir was combing through ruffled mane. Not thinking much Oropher approached his friend and leaned on the wooden fence near the pair.

'I just realized you always take dark horses for yourself.' Oropher said and Taranir nodded at his words.

'Less problem with cleaning them. You know that horses love to get dirty.'

Quite a lot of soldiers had a problem with this and not once Oropher saw a horse that should had been white or at least buckskin but were covered with mud all over making them look like one large misfortune.

Beside a wish to have pleasant conversation with his friend, Oropher knew that it was high time to bring up the matter that he didn't wish to speak about ever again. But his wishes had no place here – this matter concerned directly Taranir and his family, and Oropher needed to be honest with his friend as he ever was.

'Taranir, can I...I mean I have to talk with you.' Oropher started knowing well that once more he will be a bearer of bad news. 'On less pleasant matters.'

'Sure, fire away.' Taranir said as he turned to face him and leaned his elbow on horse's back, while Oropher wondered for a moment how he should began.

'You see...do you remember when you told me before that maybe you will want to speak with your father?' Oropher said and his friend frowned delicately, probably having a bit of idea about the topic. After Taranir nodded to confirm his words, Oropher continued. 'I spoke with my father not long ago. On many matters, but our conversation went down to the matter of Eregon...and my father told me that your father had already been sentenced. Quite long ago.'

It was a bit hard to understand all the emotions that crossed through Taranir's face. There was surprise and confusion that then were followed by relief and fear. It was hard and almost impossible to connect those two emotions together, yet somehow it was what Taranir felt right now.

'He was?' Taranir repeated a bit startled. 'But why no one even informed me? Or my mother?'

'I was as confused as you to hear it. But my father said that the King wished this trial to be kept in secrecy, without needed public. Such was his word on this matter and he decided without looking at anyone else involved in this.'

'But that's-' Taranir started and Oropher nodded, knowing what his friend wanted to say.

'I know. But Elwe as a King is as much understanding as stern.' Oropher said, though he had in mind a bit different epitets to call his distant uncle. 'Well...the point is that Elwe decided to sentence your father to exile.' he continued, glancing at Taranir. 'He was escorted to the eastern part of the Kingdom with enough food so he will travel with ease to Ossiriand.' he paused, but then he added at the end. 'Maybe he is already there by now, who knows.'

He stopped there and watched Taranir who still had a lot of feelings crossing his face and probably only more thoughts crossing his mind.

'I see.' Taranir finally managed to say. He turned to the horse and started to comb ruffled mane once more, clearly mulling over what he just heard. 'Then he is gone.'

'Yes.' Oropher said. 'I'm sorry that it ended like this.'

'You shouldn't be. We are finally free of him. My mother and sister can finally live fully, without his shadow lurking over them.'

'I know well that it's only a part of your thoughts.' Oropher said as he straightened up and walked closer to Taranir to place a hand on his arm. 'I know you wanted to see him and you wanted answers from him. And he is your father, it's normal that you fear about his fate.'

Taranir was silent to this words, but Oropher saw clearly that the revelation weighted down on him powerfully. He could be hardly blamed. Despite that Eregon did such wrongs to his family, he was still Taranir's father and his friend demanded answers from his father. Though Taranir was not impulsive, Oropher knew his friend was able to take rapid decisions and if he was determined enough then he will see them done by his own hand. And Oropher knew precisely what Taranir was capable of, including bringing Eregon back to Doriath from Ossiriand against all orders and laws.

'Whatever you decide, know that I stand with you.' Oropher said. 'If you will ever want to, I will ride with you to find him.'

'Thank you.' Taranir said quietly, but he smiled delicately at Oropher. 'But I...I probably won't go. I don't even know if I want to saw him again...I don't know myself.' he paused for a moment. It was strange to see Taranir stuttering a bit like this, but Oropher didn't even care about this. 'One part of me is so relieved that he is gone that it's almost...saddening. He was my father, after all.'

Oropher wondered if that's how his father and uncles felt so long ago when their own mother Acharn finally left them and never showed herself again. This terrifying relief and peace in heart that they won't see their own mother must have been fearsome.

'He still is your father.' Oropher said, but Taranir shook his head.

'We both know that a lone travel to Ossiriand may end tragically.'

Oropher fell silent at this and he couldn't blame Taranir for having such thoughts. He had them himself after all.

'Don't worry. I am aware that finding my father will be almost impossible now. And I can't leave my mother and sister all alone.' Taranir said as he glanced once more at Oropher.

'But remember that if anything-'

'I know I can count on your help. Thank you.' he smiled a bit. 'Let me take the horse back to its stall, then we can go to your office. I have few things to show you.'

'It's as much my office as yours.' Oropher said after him when Taranir was already leading the horse away.

Even during this short moment when he was alone, it was no one other than Esgar who managed to find him. He stepped from behind Oropher and in a moment stood in front of him, with his usual smile on face.

'You are weighted with something.' he stated and Oropher sighted a bit.

'Yes, I had to speak with Taranir about...rather unpleasant matter.' he said. 'And I told you about my argument with Amdir before. I still think about it sometimes.'

'We can still talk about it later if you want.'

'I still want to talk with you about another matter.' Oropher said as he stepped a bit closer to Esgar. 'You see, in the in the end of spring-'

'There is a great hunt, I know. Organised by the Royal family, which means your House as well.' Esgar said then he leaned down a bit and kissed Oropher shortly. 'You are going and I am going with you, of course. Time to show every noble House that they won't manage to match their daughters with you.'

'Like what, you want us to wear matching clothes or something?' Oropher said and smiled at lone image of it.

'No, I will just kiss you in front of everyone.' Esgar winked at him making Oropher shook his head. 'Well, time for me to go. Who knows what the adepts will do without my supervision.' he leaned down to kiss Oropher's cheek and he answered with the same. 'I will see you in the late evening.'

'Until then, love.' Oropher said and Esgar passed by him with wonderful smile on face.

Esgar was ready to go thought every rough path with him. He wanted to face sideway glances and gosspis told on side. They started to build their realtionship and Esgar wanted it as much as Oropher.

A lone thought of this made Oropher's heart a bit lighter.

Starting Over

I suppose since I’m starting a new tumblr page I should introduce myself... 

My name is Brittany. I’m 28 years old and I live in a little podunk town in Indiana. I am a bonus mom to two incredible little girls. My heart belongs to their father, Tim, who undoubtedly is my soul mate (1,000,000%). I’m a beer loving Gemini who likes concerts, Chicago Cubs baseball, and video games. I love all food and summer is my favorite season. I absolutely LOVE making people laugh and I’ve got a handful of tattoos displayed on various parts of my body that mean the world to me. I love expressing myself through words so, if I’m happy, sad, mad, scared, nervous, etc. you’ll read about it here. So follow my daily posts if you choose. I can’t guarantee you’ll like them but maybe they’ll help you out in some weird indirect way. 

If I have to be honest... this blog is going to contain a lot of lovey-dovey posts regarding my man so, if that isn’t something you want to consistently read about then I suggest moving on elsewhere. I love being in love and I love sharing with the world how in love I am. Especially because I never thought I’d find my “prince charming.” Turns out he’s really just a good ole’ country boy who raises chickens, fixes everything on his own, cans his own food & preserves, and drives a truck. Did I mention he has a beard and he’s sexy as all get out? Oh! And he has tattoos... 

Wait.. oops... sorry, had to wipe up my drool. 

So anyway, I’m about to bust out with story time right meow so get your snacks and drinks because it’s gonna take me a little bit...

Alright, so, I always believed that at the age I’m at now I would be married, possibly starting my own family, and living in the stereotypical all American white picket fenced house. Boy was I wrong. I fell in love for the first time when I was in the 8th grade. I thought for sure we’d be together forever. We dated for a year before our relationship came to an unexpected end. By that I mean, my Grandma (she raised me) told me we couldn’t be together anymore because she found out I lost my virginity to him. Whoops! That relationship is still up in the air as to whether or not it would’ve lasted. I’m glad it didn’t but I’m still curious to know how long we would’ve been together had it not ended prematurely. Then I dated one guy from 10th grade until we graduated college. I also thought we’d be together forever but as we got older we just changed into two completely different people who wanted different things out of life. He wanted to live the city lifestyle and move away from family and friends to pursue his career in accounting. I cherish family and friends more than anything so that was my first sign that we probably wouldn’t last. Sure enough, I broke up with him and moved back home while he found someone new, got married, and moved to Indianapolis. 

Okay... so serious relationship #1 & #2 were epic fails. But you live and you learn, right?

On to relationship #3 --- This one was unexpected. That was a good thing because one piece of advice my grandmother always gave me was to never go looking for a relationship. She would always say that the good ones would come to me. The fact that I unexpectedly met him in a bar may or may not have been a sign that our relationship wouldn’t last forever either but hey, a lot of good people hang out in bars so I went with it. Actually, looking back on the whole scenario leading up to us dating, it all should’ve tipped me off but whatever, it is what it is. Again, I met future BF #3 in a bar. I was standing at the bar ordering shots with a friend and excitedly telling him about a concert I was going to the next night. There was either a live band playing in the bar that night or the music was just really loud. Either way, I was talking louder than normal so my friend could hear me. Future BF #3 was already drunk at this point and apparently didn’t like how loud I was being so, as politely as he could, he told me to “shut the fuck up because I can’t hear myself think.” CLASSY! I should’ve poured my drink on his head right then and there but I was poor then and I couldn’t afford to waste my drink... that I couldn’t afford, haha! I gave him a look and proceeded to walk away when I felt a death grip around my right arm. It was so strong the momentum of me walking the opposite direction made me spin around only to face the same idiot who, 30 seconds prior, gracefully told me to shut my trap. He began drunkenly apologizing and for whatever reason I let it slide. I’m not sure if it was because of his blue eyes, his beard, or his rugged good looks in general but something about him calmed me despite how rude he previously was. He bought me a drink and we talked for the rest of the night until he went home. The buffoon wasn’t even going to ask me for my number until I offered it. THEN, he didn’t even contact me for almost three weeks after the fact. If that wasn’t the second red flag I don’t know what was. To make an already long story shorter, we dated for 4.5 years. We moved in together after year one and he proposed to me on May 12, 2017. Our wedding was set for June 9th, 2018 but it never happened. Why? Because he was heartless. OR his heart was sooooo buried within him that it was impossible for him to express emotions or show any form of affection whatsoever. Anyone who knows me knows I’m a very lovable person. I love telling people I love them. I love hearing people tell me they love me. I love kissing and hugging and holding hands. I love small romantic gestures like random love notes and just because flowers. Typical woman shit. BF #3 DID NONE OF THESE THINGS. He never told me he loved me unless I said it first. He hated holding hands. It took years before he’d kiss me in front of his friends and family and even then he acted like it caused him physical pain whenever it happened. It got so bad that towards the end, in the comfort of our own private home, he would turn his head away when I’d lean in to kiss him. He actually had the nerve to ask me one time why I like kissing so much. SERIOUSLY? Being engaged to marry this man, I had some serious self-exploring to do. Could I live with that for the rest of my life? Definitely not. And it wasn’t like I just up and left him. Over the period of our relationship, I had expressed my sadness with him many times. He had plenty of opportunity to try harder... if he really loved me. He claimed he did yet it never bothered him how sad I was. If I cried about anything he would make me feel stupid for it. Sometimes, just to spend time with him, I go out into the garage when he’d be working on something. In an effort to try and learn about the things he was interested in I’d ask him to teach me about engines or whatever it was he was working on. Instead of it being an actual learning experience, it always turned out to be him belittling me because things he thought I should already know (as if they were common sense) I didn’t know and that would just wear his patience thin. Not that it wasn’t thin already. Someone who loves you just doesn’t do that to you. I was constantly walking around him as if I were on eggshells because I never wanted to upset him, or make him say things to me that would make me hate myself or feel terrible about myself. My self-esteem was at an all time low with him. Finally, one day, I woke up. I told him I wasn’t happy anymore and I wanted to go stay with my grandma for a little while to think about things. In that process, I started a new job. At that new job is where I met future boyfriend #4... aka: soul mate.

Soooo... I’d be lying if I said BF#4 didn’t help get me over the final hurdle of officially breaking it off with BF #3. He was going through marital problems himself and at first we relied on one another to vent. We kind of were going through the same thing so it was nice to have someone to talk to when it seemed like there was no one else. It didn’t hurt that he was gorgeous either ;) After a little bit of time it was plain to see that there was something special between us. He made me feel like no other man in my life had ever made me feel. We genuinely belly laughed together. We genuinely cared about the others feelings and where abouts. He looked at me like I had never been looked at before. And his eyes had such a kindness to them. It was hard not to fall in love with his eyes. We quickly realized that we were falling for each other and we had to decide if we really wanted to start a relationship together or not. At one point in time he tried ending whatever we were thinking maybe his marriage had one last thread of hope for lasting. Needless to say, I woke up 8 hours later with messages on my phone from him so even he couldn’t deny that there was an unbreakable bond between the two of us. At that moment we decided to take a leap of faith with one another. I told BF #3 it was officially over and future BF #4′s (then) wife moved out and filed for divorce. I think about six weeks later BF #4 gave me a house key and asked me to move in. He told me he loved me first about two weeks before that. To an outsider, our relationship moved at lightening speed and I’d be lying again if I said we didn’t think it was moving quickly ourselves but we weren’t scared of it. We took it on full force and have been moving along with it ever since. He is 3000% opposite of BF #3. He holds my hand EVERYWHERE. He wraps his arms around me while I’m standing at the sink washing dishes or cook dinner at the stove. He makes me coffee every morning while I’m getting ready for work. He bought me Old Style when baseball season started because he knew it was a personal tradition of mine to drink one while watching the Chicago Cubs home opening game. He pays attention to little details, like when I run out of my favorite wine/beer because he’ll buy me more every time. He tells me he loves me every day, multiple times a day. He also throws in daily compliments about how beautiful I am or how happy I make him. He never denies my kisses. Sometimes I think I don’t give him enough of them because we kiss so often. He texts me in the middle of the day to ask me how everything is going. He kisses my forehead. He does things with me even if it may not be something he’s totally into. He laughs with me. He believes in me. He makes me want to be a better woman. He’s made me the mother I always wanted to be. Maybe not the traditional way but that’s completely okay with me. He inspires me. He motivates me. He dances with me in the kitchen while he’s making me dinner (which he does almost every night). He helps me with household chores. He teaches me new things WITHOUT belittling me and making me feel stupid. He’s patient with me. He helps me and I help him. We are a perfect team. When/If we disagree we talk it out. We don’t throw fits and go days without speaking. He recognized that communication wasn’t his strong suit in his last relationship and he’s made it a point to focus on that skill with me and I’d say he’s phenomenal about it. We never go to bed mad at one another, that’s for sure. We joke together. We simply have fun together. He’s the hardest working man I know. He’s smart, funny, caring, loyal, trustworthy, and so on... there are millions of ways to describe him. Overall, he’s nothing short of amazing. I ask myself every morning when I wake up what I did to deserve him. 

Deep down I always knew I deserved a love like this. The last relationship I was in slightly blinded me of that but I was able to find my way back and I was lucky enough to meet the man who I undoubtedly, with my whole heart call my soul mate. It’s been a short but exciting road with him so far and like they say, “when you know, you just know.”

I definitely know.