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SPRING FIC REC: Below you will find fics that take place in spring, have a springy feel, etc.
📖 always you (i should have known) by @28goldens (60k)
“Oi, now we’re talking. Came running to ol’ Tomlinson for help, gotta say Harold,” He crossed his arms over his chest, and Harry watched as his eyes looked him over. “It's very out of character for you.”
“Yeah, well, don’t feel too special, you're my last choice,” Harry subconsciously crossed his arms as well, giving Louis his own look over.
“Oh, that's a lot of power, I’m your last resort!” He wagged his finger at him, letting out a cackle. “Alright, hit me with it.”
Harry’s lips pursed as he slowly started to regret the words about to spill out of his mouth, “I want you to pretend to be my boyfriend.”
or the one where harry and louis cant stand each other and fake date to make someone jealous.
📖 (I'm Dreaming of a) One Night Inn by @lululawrence (54k)
When everything Louis had planned for his life falls through, and on his birthday no less, he's left with no other option but to regroup and start over again. The road of life isn't always straight and it certainly isn't always easy, but sometimes it's those twists and turns that find you your closest friends and—if you're really lucky—the love of your life.
Louis just happens to be very lucky.
A Holiday Inn AU.
📖 Blush by @dip-lou-in-honey (33k)
Harry is a young omega, presented at his first Royal ball, when he first meets Louis, the King. They're immediately infatuated with each other, but in the ancient hallways of the castle, whispers travel far and wide, and what they want is not what they're allowed to have.
📖 Tip Toe Through The Tulips by @peachbootylouis (27k)
Ever since moving to Manchester, it had just been Louis and his dog Clifford against the world though it had never felt like enough. It’s not until Clifford quite literally sniffs Harry out while on a walk that Louis realizes he’d been looking for someone like this flower child all along. A fluffy one shot filled with fur and flowers.
📖 To Begin Again by @chloehl10 (23k)
Harry’s ready to spend a fun Easter morning with his two children at the park, but it’s thrown into chaos when an over-excited dog and his owner come barrelling into their lives...
📖 Sakura Sunset by @mizzhydes (16k)
Harry and Louis have a tradition. Every spring they stand below hundreds of dazzling cherry blossom trees in Kew Garden, and year after year they come back to walk amongst the trees and experience that love over again.
This year everything changes. Louis is offered a once in a lifetime opportunity in Silicon Valley, California.
Only after Louis has left does Harry realise he made the biggest mistake of his life breaking up with Louis, and he has to live with the consequences of his actions.
Four years later, Harry discovers that Louis has returned to London, and in an effort to find the closure he desperately needs, he must tell Louis the truth behind their break up so he can move on with his life.
📖 The Prince and The YouTuber by @haztobegood (12k)
The Annual Rosendal Spring Gala hosted by the Royal Family is the most prestigious fundraiser in the country. When a problem with the honorary foundation arises, Crown Prince Louis Tomlinson must pick a new worthy foundation on short notice. He discovers the perfect replacement in an unlikely place, while watching his favorite YouTuber, Harrysparkles.
📖 Love You To Want Me by @rainbowsandlovehl (11k)
Niall coerces Louis into doing 'spring cleaning', which is basically cleaning their flat which leads to Louis finding the pair of braces he used to wear back in early Uni days. Harry, Niall's bandmate has a strange but visible reactions to the braces.
📖 Chubby Bunny by @littleroverlouis (2k)
Harry spends his Easter Sunday basking in the spring breeze while playing games with the smallest Tomlinsons, and a package of marshmallow Peeps.
Louis is stuck in a sweltering bunny costume for the enjoyment of all around him.
Harry offers him a chance to peel himself out of the costume and indulge in some of the fun.
📖 my lap is the best place for you to be by @bottomhaztoplou (1k)
Omegas, especially pregnant omegas, are expected to ride in their marriage partner's lap, usually on their knot, during carriage rides so as to minimise any jostling that may harm the pup.
Heavily pregnant in mid-April, Harry lifts his skirts and sinks down onto his waiting alpha, his body easily taking Louis inside himself.
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What if Lou was punished in a different and painful way by the factory and it's robot's, infront of all the other dolls.
"Any ideas?" Moxy tossed Lou's fate into the hands of the crowd. He had no choice but to wince and glance between dolls as they brought up various morbid options. Killing him had been thrown out there. Giving him back to the baby and dog were suggestions that put a shiver down his back. The dog would surely tear him to shreds and the baby would knock him unconscious.
All of that would have been preferred over what ended up happening.
The dog went completely still, its eyes vacant. Not a second later did its jaw squeak open like a rusty door hinge and drop its captive to the ground. Lou groaned, lifting his face off the ground. Wheels met his sight and he looked up at the robot towering over him. There was a strange device in its hand.
"What's going on?" Someone from the crowd asked furiously. The fun had barely started.
The robot answered monotonously. "Prototype Model 12 has violated Rule #82, Rule #3, and Rule #1."
The numbers meant nothing to the crowd, but Lou's eyes shrunk in realization.
Rule #82: Prototype is not allowed to touch the portal.
Rule #3: Any doll not up to standard with factory protocol is not allowed to run the Gauntlet.
He hated the first rule in that book.
Rule #1: Prototype is not allowed to run the Gauntlet.
He'd broken both of those rules several times throughout his life...and every time he received this infliction because of it.
"I'm pretty sure he's broken a lot more rules than that." Wage crossed her arms. "What rules are those, anyway?"
There was a nauseatingly painful shock that made Lou's body convulse. The robot pressed the device down onto the side of Lou's neck where his chip was embedded. Lou screamed, hands and knees trembling as they tried to support him. The robot answered Wage's question as if it weren't currently torturing the doll before it. The rules were listed off with no emotion. The dolls stared as Lou screamed and eventually collapsed onto his side, panting once the device lost contact.
"Can't run the Gauntlet? Why can't he?" Moxy took a cautious step toward the ex-dictator. She didn't actually intend to hurt him...
"Prototype Model 12 is not capable of leaving the Institute. Any attempt to leave will result in punishment." The robot brought the device to his neck again and Lou screamed. Some of the dolls covered their ears and squeezed their eyes shut to try and blood out the heart wrenching sound.
"Stop!" Ox shoved the arm of the robot away. He stood protectively in front of Lou's trembling form. "You're hurtin' him!"
The eyes of the robot flashed, processing this answer. "Is that not what you intended to do?"
Ox's ears fell back, heart dropping. "I-I...we weren't gonna do anything drastic! Right, Moxy?" He looked to her not only for assurance but also to affirm that she had different intentions. Moxy was at a loss for words, frowning between Lou and the robot.
Kitty straightened, "He deserves it for everything he's done to us. Do you know how many dolls he's manipulated?"
More dolls from the crowd shouted in agreement: "Yeah! He's kept us from finding a kid!"
"He doesn't know anything about love and compassion!"
"Maybe he doesn't know regret either! This won't change anything!"
Another scream from Lou interrupted the protests. The robot pushed Lou down to the ground with the device. Blue eyes glitched crazedly from the shocks. Ox shoved the arm away and the robot's eyes flashed red before swiping an arm out to throw the bunny across the ground. The dolls gasped and pushed back to distance themselves from the robot. It rolled toward Ox dangerously until Lou stumbled between the two. "Stop," he choked out in a heavy breath, "that's an order."
"Model 12 Prototype has broken Rule #52: No dolls not up to par with factory standards are allowed residence in the Institution." Another shock of electricity went through Lou's body and his knees buckled beneath him.
"Lou-" Ox started, realizing now what he'd put Lou in danger of.
"Shut up!" Lou hissed on his hands and knees. "Shut up and let me handle it! Haven't you done enough already?" He forced himself up onto shaky legs. Ox was about to get up to, but a sharp glare from Lou stopped him. "Do both of us a favor and stay down," he hissed quietly. Lou turned back to the robot, "Any other rules I'm in violation of? Number 12? 115? Number 87: Prototype is not allowed to go through the pipes? I broke that one, too."
There was a second of beeping from the robot as it processed this information. It reached out and repeated the electrocution. Lou bit down harshly on his bottom lip to keep the scream in, hands gripping the sides of his pants like his life depended on it. The robot began speaking as it drew back its arm. "Prototype Model 12 is one violation away from permanent elimination. The factory will be notified and will replace you. You are defective."
"Just one, huh?" Lou panted.
"Lou," Ox slowly started to stand. "What are you doing?"
Lou didn't turn to face him, "Just giving the people what they want," he smiled wryly at the crowd. "I think we've come to a majority vote to get rid of the prototype."
He was grabbed by the wrist harshly and turned around to face Ox's terrified face. "What are ya doin'? Snap out of it!"
"It's a little late to care now, Bunny," Lou remained calm. His expression showed no sign of fear, regret, or anything. "No one needs me...or my training," he whispered lowly.
Ox's own words were shot back at him and he felt a sickening twist in his gut at realizing he'd said those exact words. "Lou, ya know I didn't mean it-"
"Rule Number 92," Lou stared down at Ox, plain-faced, as he spoke louder. Ox stared with a wide eye as the rule slipped off the blond's tongue easily. "Prototype is not allowed to engage with other dolls outside of training. Friendship is not allowed..."
Lou looked directly into Ox's eye. "That one was broken a long time ago."
It was silent for God knows how long. The execution was a silent procedure as the robot switched devices within its arm and a blast of frequency echoed across the Institute. Lou collapsed immediately, not getting back up this time. The crowd was silent. Ox stared down at the body. The breath was stolen from him the longer he silently prayed for Lou to get back up and he didn't.
This wasn't his intention.
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Maybe Anne didn't even intend it that way but TVL read like a manfiesto of why everyone dumps Lestat aslkjfskf I mean its undoubtedly tragic what happens to him but he's also unbearable and I totally got why Nicki and Gab and Louis&Claudia would wanna get away from him, I didn't read it thinking how sad he's being abandoned, more like GOOD FOR THEM go on and ditch him. The post-QOTD books are much more in line with what anon is describing and I would just advise them to not read that shit. I think what's very underdeveloped is why Louis suddenly wants to go back to him but pretty much all of Louis's choices are underbaked after Interview.
loool lestat de lioncourt’s very terrible no good bad. century? year? decade. the one relevant non lou entity who wants les in tvl is armand + les is blueballing him mostly out of fear of what mand could become if they ever did vamp-fuck. nick couldnt give les what he wanted, gabi couldnt give les what he wanted.. i think book louis individual arc kinda straggles on post interview but it do make some sense but like. post qotd hes essentially lestat’s waifu cuz les other love interests was flops. so i will say it do make soooooome sense why hed go back w les?.. cuz one they were less intimate in the original interview book lew always expressed longing for les yk the whole id be christ’s disciple if he was an evil blonde frenchie bit.. generally compared to his show counterpart he knew significantly less about lestat and regretted that. u can argue the interview was lew himself tryna make sense of his own life, and where lestat fit in relation to himself. as well as who lestat was? tvl is in part the answer to that question.. also end of the first book mand was the one who dumped lew cuz lew wasnt giving him the passion the frenetic longing fizzled out lew buries mand symbolically in the dulac family tomb area then mand tried to get w les and when les curved him he went to go troll dan. tvl leads into qotd & thats like. the vampire mini apocalypse spearheaded by a genocidal controlling ancient god vamp whos defeated w/ lestat symbolically if not literally succeeding the old guard of vamps as the brat prince god mode soon to come. its to a point where les + lew ending back at the mansion where they all started out is very poetic almost… like i say in the house of horrors there was love there.
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May Favourites (technically end of April & May favourites but whatever)
[fic] Second Best by @onbeinganangel | Harry/Regulus | E | 9k
Can you want me like you wanted him? Because I do.
This fic is glorious. This Regulus is to die for. To quote myself from my AO3 comment: "My god. I started screaming about the time you introduced the whole [spoiler] situation and didn't stop until the very end."
[podfic] Gryffindors Never Kiss and Tell written by feelsforbreakfast, read by @thirdeye1234 | Drarry | E | 57 min
The gang realizes that everyone has kissed Harry except Draco. Draco proceeds to do a terrible job of pretending he doesn’t want to kiss him too.
I adore the fic and RattleandHum brought it to life beautifully. I enjoy her Draco voice so much: bitchy and funny and a little vulnerable.
[podfic] Like Paper, Like a Flame written by @lou-isfake read by @thirdeye1234 | Drarry | M | 17 min
Harry keeps coughing up daffodils, Draco doesn't know why, and Hermione is 100% fed up.
Emotionally intense, yet understated.
[fic] the luxury of a regret by @swoontodeath | Slughorn/Regulus/Sirius (permutations of) | E | 3k
“If you have come to my private rooms to discuss my principles, I am afraid you will find them lacking.”
Regulus’ cheeks, already stained with shame, reddened further. “If your ‘principles’ are what compel you to invite young men into your private rooms, then I am sure I will.”
Or: Horace Slughorn collects people. Since Sirius left, Regulus could do with the extra attention.
Deliciously dirtybadwrong Slughorn fic. Featuring teacher/student, voyeurism and power imbalances (and the whole incesty vibe). Slughorn is perfect: self-indulgent and overly effusive and creepy uncle-ish and slughorny. So wrong it's right.
[fic] Sex, Lies and Veritaserum by @letteredlettered | Drarry | E | 18k |
This entire fic is one long conversation about sex.
Established relationship. Harry and Draco dose themselves with Veritaserum and talk about things they want in bed. It's 18k of kink negotiation and sharing of fantasies and dirty talk leading to sex. Harry is so hot in this I want to die.
[fic] Wildflower by @wolfpants | Charlie/Draco | E | 1,3k
There had been a certain quality to Draco’s gaze when he first arrived here at the colony, all of those months ago, burdened with luggage and research and a flightiness in his eyes that spoke of a few years of not knowing where to land, where to root himself.
This is so soft and gentle, and vividly descriptive. Just lovely.
[fic] any day now by @oknowkiss | Drarry | E | 17k
Draco supposes he should be grateful.
The rehabilitation centres were the Minister’s idea, or that’s what the Prophet said anyway. Their stated objective is simple: to provide a safe space for low-tier Death Eaters and high-tier sympathisers to reconsider the entirety of their life choices. All guests–because no one is a prisoner here, the literature brags–are to be provided with shelter, food, clothing, and the guided support of a Mind Healer via a programme they call “ideological restructuring,” which is, of course, mandatory.
OR: Draco Malfoy considers the circle.
I'm not quite sure what to say about this fic. I'm still processing. I read it in increments because I didn't want it to end and because I needed to take it in bit by bit. It is interesting and psychologically complex, with such a distinct tone. Read this if you like politics and world building and an incredible Draco voice.
[fic] I have not yet forgot myself to stone by @elskanellis | Drarry | T | 3k
This time, he thought it was going to be a different kind of new start.
LCDrarry fic. Understated tragedy. Read this if you want your heart to hurt.
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April Favourites
#drarry recs#drarry podfic#drarry podfic recs#harry/regulus#charlie/draco#horace slughorn#horace/regulus/sirius#regulus black#charlie weasley#drarry#acari recs#regarry
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🤐 sally
🤐 - Memory that they can never tell anyone about.
It was over twenty autumns ago. He knocked on her door.
Lou was out of town and Sally was home alone with Martha, who was nearly four, and John Ira, only one, so Sally was hesitant to open the door. However, peering out the window, she'd see a young boy, maybe 16 or 17, waiting politely.
Cracking the door a bit, she'd ask him to come back another time.
'You should want to talk to me, Miss,' he answered. 'My name is Anton Orlov.'
Horrified, with no choice, she let him in, making them both tea while the children played in the room adjacent. He explained that he was Step Orlov's nephew, that he was betrothed to a young lady from his hometown and had hoped to invite his few remaining relatives to the wedding when he heard the news of the father and son's disappearance, years ago.
Sally told him what she told everyone, that she'd returned to ask the Orlov men for more help, found them gone and moved into the empty home. He seemed to accept this.
He asked to stay until morning, as he was traveling to meet his fiancée's family in another town. Sally reluctantly agreed.
However, as they sat down to eat dinner that evening, Anton Orlov made a bold demand.
He explained that his family had become rather poor, as was that of his fiancée, and they had nothing with which to start their new life.
As he was the eldest surviving male, the dead Orlovs' surviving property ought to be his inheritance. But, he said, if Sally handed everything over willingly, he'd allow her and her family to remain on the property.
When Sally asked why he thought she'd give most of what she owned away so contentedly, Anton answered:
'Because you know I don't believe you to be so clueless about whatever happened to my uncle and cousin. I think we both know what happened to them, maybe--'
He took a long look at little Martha.
'Five, six years ago?'
Sally felt anger and disgust combine in her stomach. How dare he look at her daughter? With that look on that face? Still, all she could do was shamefully agree, provided he promise to keep his mouth shut.
He stayed in a spare room for the night while Sally kept the children in her own, locked room, seething while they slept, unable to get the way he looked at Martha out of her head.
Early the following morning, she mashed medical arsenic into the boy's breakfast, waking him early for travel as he requested and leaving it in the room.
She went about the day as normal, telling her curious daughter that the friendly stranger had departed early.
Then, once the children were both in bed that next night, she went in and retrieved the boy's body, burying it just a short ways into the woods behind the house.
Nobody came for him, making her wonder if his story was even true. Either way, she's never spoken of it. The guilt is there, years later. He was just a boy. But regret? Sadly, none.
ASK ABOUT A CHARACTER'S MEMORIES
#this was already part of the backstory but thought it'd make a good memory :)#boy really shoulda known better#◇ 'long way down to the bottom of the river' (sally)#♤ ooc answers
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No Regrets
“Honor your father and your mother, so that you may live long in the land the LORD your God is giving you.” Exodus 20:12NIV
With the continuous onslaught on the family by satan, he has accomplished massive inroads in the area of elder care. A Facebook post caught my heart, probably because I’ve been watching and feeling the brunt of this disrespectfulness lately.
A letter written supposedly by a nursing home patient— The gist of this letter was the overbearing loneliness this patient felt. Trying to keep herself busy, she recalled all the busyness of former years caring for the children, then grandchildren and finally the great-grandchildren. Now those ‘well’ cared for children might show up once a month. Grandchildren rarely, if ever, visited. Great-grandchildren never put in even a token visit.
Times sure have changed. My grandma owned the house I grew up in. She never stayed in a nursing home. All my cousins knew me, the baby of the baby child, as I knew them, because they visited grandma often.
When we went to visit Uncle Charlie, we’d find his mother-in-law lived with them. She cared for their children, while my aunt and uncle did the farm chores. Life was taking care of the previous generation, because they took care of you and your children. For us: My parents lived with Lou and I until their deaths. We had five generations living in our house simultaneously. It was wonderful.
My elderly cousin, a godly lady, is facing being forced into a nursing home. Currently, she’s unable to care for —all— her needs. Her biggest is to have some clean-up work done where a tree branch came down on her roof plus some raking in the backyard. With nearly twenty grandchildren and seventy plus adult great-grandchildren, aside from one nearby daughter’s bi-weekly visits, we were her first visitors in five months. ‘Everyone is busy.’ she told us. She’d ‘hate to ask’ one of them to come rake for an hour. Should this be so?
People have completely gotten away from living life according to the Ten Commandments, especially the one Commandment with a promise— our text scripture. The new standard of living: ‘if it doesn’t make you feel good, don’t bother doing it.’ Had I lived according to that premise, my life would’ve been wealthier, quieter, more carefree, unhappier and more selfish. Instead I have no regrets, nor do I feel any guilt.
An area which is very touchy with some people is helping their parents with finances. They cite Proverbs 13:22. Jesus made it quite clear, Pharisees were in the wrong teaching — “But you say, ‘If anyone tells his father or his mother, “What you would have gained from me is given to God …you have made void the word of God.’” Matthew 15:5-6ESV.
“Pure and genuine religion in the sight of God the Father means caring for orphans and widows in their distress…” James 1:27NLT. I know a widow, who after years of abuse, is emotionally handicap. Her adult children speak degradingly to her and laugh about her homelessness. In the least, they can’t see the seeds they are sowing for their future, see Galatians 6:7.
Lou and I visited Quebec recently to care for his ailing mother. It brought joy to my heart to watch her health return as I cared for her. Before we left, she was capable of living on her own again.
Giving and honoring is truly a life of no regrets. This also shows the genuineness of your Christian love. Can you give in this manner? It’s your choice. You choose.
LET’S PRAY: Father God thank You for raising me up in the era of having no regrets about caring for their parents. Help this generation to see, it has no effects on salvation, but sways 100% the quality of future life, in the name of Jesus Christ I pray.
by Debbie Veilleux
Copyright 2022 You have my permission to reblog this devotional for others. Please keep my name with this devotional, as author. Thank you.
#Jesus Christ#lord of lords#Word of God#Holy Spirit#God#it's your choice#devotional#no regrets#honor#father#mother#care#touchy#helping#love#hope#faith
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I rewrote a few parts of BoO and THO to make them sound like Solangelo fanfics and posts I’ve (tried to) read
The other Romans advanced on Nico, but Lou Ellen appeared out of the Mist and yelled, ‘Hey, catch!’
She lobbed a white ball the size of an apple. The Roman in the middle caught it instinctively. A twenty-foot sphere of powder exploded outwards. When the dust settled, all six Romans were squealing pink piglets.
‘It wasn’t the worst, I guess,’ Nico said, forcing himself to give her a resemblance of compliment. He hated being nice to people, but she deserved the bare minimum for her help. Not that he needed any.
Lou Ellen blushed. ‘Well, it’s the only pig ball I have. So don’t ask for an encore.’
Nico glared at her. Did she just blush? Couldn’t she see how gay he way? He was the gayest person on this battlefield and she dared to blush at him in this, ugh, straight way? How dared she? Didn’t she know that he was the son of Hades, the Ghost King, the personification of death, the prince of darkness, and GAY? He made a mental note to kill her if she ever dares to do something like that around him again.
He totally regretted complimenting here. He wished he could take it back.
—
He hadn’t talked to Will since the battle. The Apollo kids had been too busy with the injured. Besides, Will probably blamed Nico for what happened to Octavian. Why wouldn’t he? Nico had basically permitted ... whatever that was. Murder by consensus. A gruesome suicide. By now, Will Solace realized just how creepy and revolting Nico di Angelo was. Of course, Nico didn’t care what he thought. Frankly, he was beginning to enjoy this. He was creepy and revolting. He wanted people to fear him. He was the son of Hades, the Ghost King, the personification of death, the prince of darkness. People were supposed to fear him. That’s how things were meant to be.
‘You okay?’ Jason asked. ‘You look –’
‘Fine,’ Nico snapped. Then he sent Jason one of his deadliest glares. ‘That’s how I always look. Stop patronizing me, Grace. I’m not a fucking kid.’
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‘That’s – that’s fantastic! Dude!’ Jason opened his arms for a hug, then froze. ‘Right. No touching. Sorry.’
Nico glared. ‘You’re damn right, Grace. Touch me with one finger and I’ll make sure you never see a light of day again.’
Jason obeyed. Right choice, if you asked Nico. Jason had to learn some boundaries and Nico wouldn’t hesitate before breaking his arms to teach him a lesson.
‘Oh, man,’ Jason said. ‘Wait till I tell Piper. Hey, since I’m all alone in my cabin too, you and I can share a table in the dining hall. We can team up for capture the flag and sing-along contests and –’
‘Are you trying to scare me away?’
‘Sorry. Sorry. Whatever you say, Nico. I’m just glad.’
Nico didn’t believed him. He knew better than to believe people. Jason wasn’t an exception. No one was.
—
Will and Nico sat shoulder to shoulder, arguing so harshly that it made me worried about my son’s life. It made me deadly scared. I’ve spend a few long minutes wondering if asking him the question that was bothering me for a while now was worth the death I’d inevitably experience after phrasing my words not to his liking.
“Nico,” I said at last, “shouldn’t you be sitting at the Hades table?”
Nico glared at me, as if he was trying to crush my soul with one look of his deadly, black eyes. “That’s non of your fucking business, is it?”
That’s when the conversation ended, as I wouldn’t dare uttering another word in his direction.
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Will changed his surgical gloves and glared at the woods. “We will find them. We have to.
[This part had to be removed because it has Nico supporting Will, which he cannot do because it goes only one way]
“I have to set Valentina’s broken arm now. You want to assist?”
Nico grimaced. “Me? Helping out? Stop dreaming, Solace. My gay ass stays right where it is right now.”
#pjo#hoo#toa#boo#tho#nico di angelo#jason grace#will solace#solangelo#that’s a parody really#me making fun of some stuff#struggling to find more than five fanfics that suit my taste
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Yandere Platonic!Joker x Kid!Reader x Yandere Platonic!Harley Quinn
Harley and Joker absolutely adore their baby. You’re the apple of their eye, you could do no wrong. They just can’t help but think the world of you, their sweet baby.
Now the thing is, you’re not their real child. You’d been found by Harley while she was roaming the streets with her beloved hyenas. Coming across a couple lumped on the floor, the man and woman were both unconscious. Probably from a mugging or something of the sort. Harley walked over to them once Bud and Lou started sniffing around the woman.
Harley, wanting to know what the hubbub was all about, curiously looks around the couple and finds the woman holding a swaddled baby to her chest. Harley is instantly in love, so she picks you up and takes you home. Bud and Lou seem to be taken with you too.
When Harley does get back home to Joker, she proudly presents her new bundle of joy. Joker is caught off guard by Harley bringing home a child, but he’s not opposed to the idea of having a kid.
As time goes by, and your’re growing like a weed (as your Papa likes to say), Harley and Joker have only gotten more attached. You are their child, no matter what anyone says. Not that they’ll let anyone live long enough to ruin their little picture perfect family. They absolutely do not speak about how you came to be with them. From what you know, Harley and Joker are your biological Mama and Papa, and there’s no questioning it. At least they won’t let you question.
There’s no doubt that you love your Mama and Papa, and there’s no doubt that they love you just as much, if not so much more. You’ve grown up with their over protectiveness and overbearing nature, so you’re use to all their antics and rules. Well your Papa’s rules, that is.
Joker is the one who’s putting out all the restrictions on you. He says you can’t have friends or a boyfriend or girlfriend, anything like that. He doesn’t want you going anywhere without him or Harley, mostly him though. If he has to leave for “work” and Harley isn’t around (which is rare), you’re getting locked in your room. He loves you and wants to protect you, but it comes off much more like you’re a possession than a human being. He wants you happy, of course he does, but he wants to be the only one to make you happy. He wants you to look up to him and want to be just like him. He wants you to take after your old man. (Harley would rather die and be set aflame then let that happen.)
Harley on the other hand, wants you to live the life of a normal kid. She wants you to make so many friends and have a good time. She wants you to find love and have a family of your own one day. (Only with someone she approves of though.) If she finds out or even gets the inkling that your friends or love interest are being fake towards you or using you, she’ll take real good care of them alright, she promises you that. *polishing her favorite bat and hammer* But otherwise Harley wants you to live your life, all the while having her be a part of that life. She doesn’t want to lock you up and throw away the key, so to speak, like Joker wants to.
Your “parents” will often butt heads about their different types of parenting. Leading to a heated fight more times than not. Joker will usually do most of the yelling and throwing but Harley will scream right back in his face. You usually overhear these arguments, them not wanting you to see them fight, but you’d inevitably find them this way anyhow.
Harley will usually comfort you after these “little” blowups with your Papa. Joker waking away, trying to calm himself down before he’s able to look you in the eyes again. It’s times like these that Harley will come to think about her decisions and life choices, and where they’ve gotten her. She can’t say she regrets any of them because they brought her to you. But it does make her question where she’ll go from here, with you by her side.
One night out and about, Harley is met by Batman and he wants to talk. Bringing up everything about the baby she found and how she came across it that night and other things, Harley is dumbfounded as to how he’d found out about you. She sticks to playing dumb though.
Until your biological parents are brought up. Batman tells her that a couple was shot dead in an alleyway. Harley’s shocked to hear that, remembering specifically leaving them unconscious when she found you, not dead at all. Putting two and two together Harley is beyond pissed and infuriated.
Heading home she immediately confronts Joker. Asking about what happened after she’d gotten home with you that night. He’s rambling on and on, beating around the bush, until Harley snaps at him, deadly serious. He admits to going back to the alley she’d told him about, the one she’d found you and your parents in. He continues opening up about killing them so no one would come looking for you, and they’d have their precious baby to themselves. Not having to worry about your “real” parents looking for you.
Harley is distraught finally hearing the news. She’d never planned on hurting your parents that night or any other night for that matter. She just wanted to take care of you, she didn’t want them dead.
Harley comes into your room, laying down on your bed, she holds you close and tight. She’s being emotional over people she didn’t even know, but they brought you into the world and that speaks volumes. Thinking about how she’d react if anything happened to you, she realizes something already has happened to you. She took you from your family. People who probably loved and cared for you more than themselves and she took you from that. Then she finds out they’re dead. Having died the same night she found you. Murdered by Joker no less. Pulling herself together, Harley knows what she has to do now. To ensure your safety and happiness.
One night coming back from some sort of heist, Joker is looking forward to seeing you and getting his welcome home hug. But he’s met with silence. Continuing to look around, turning the light on, Joker is face to face with a smirking Batman.
You and Harley are at the botanical gardens where Poison Ivy or Aunty Ivy has taken over, the three of you eating ice cream and having an overall great time together. Harley was laughing and seemed much happier here with the two of you, her most important people. Imagining the look on Joker’s face when he saw Batsy really gets a rise out of Harley. Having told Batman just where he’d be and what heist he’d had planned that night, in return Batman would leave you and Harley alone and he wouldn’t try to take you away from her. A good deal in her eyes.
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Heartland Ep. 1501 Review
(cross-posted on Facebook, as usual.)
Season premieres are supposed to set the tone for the rest of the season, in my opinion. Viewers should be able to get some hints of what they can expect to see as the various plots unfold and what complications and character developments to look out for.
Moving Toward the Light by showrunner Heather Conkie has an absolute WINNER of an episode here. 15 seasons in, and she can still bring her "A" game. Everyone from top to bottom was excellent in this episode.
Was it really 10 years ago that Amy was entranced along with the rest of us by Renard Perez and his liberty work? Gosh that doesn't seem so long ago, and yet 10 years is a long time, especially in the life of a TV show.
Just when we think Amy is about to be reunited with her old friend, we instead get Renard's protégé, Sylvie Fauchard. We find out Sylvie was apparently Renard's "second choice" for trainer when Amy turned him down for the Dark Horse tour.
Renard has apparently forgotten to email Amy to tell her Sylvie is on the way with her duo of problem horses: Zeus and Juniper.
(Side note: I'm not sure why they recycled the "Zeus" name here when it was another "Zeus" that nearly blinded Amy back in Season 7, but whatever; horses’ names don't have to be unique.)
From the beginning, I sensed the "problem" stemmed from Sylvie's favouritism. She was clearly babying Zeus and being much more solicitous of him. Juniper was being ignored, and he was not happy about it, to the point of turning on Zeus and Sylvie to make his displeasure known.
As to why this totally went over Sylvie's head despite both Renard and Amy bringing it to her attention is puzzling to me, and it's the one weak spot of the episode.
I would have liked a better explanation as to why she was "babying" Zeus other than the "I nursed him back to health" point. That's great, Sylvie, now stop ignoring Juniper and show him some love, too—unless you unconsciously blame him for Zeus' debilitating injury and are somehow punishing him by giving him the cold shoulder... Anyway, Sylvie threatens to leave after she gets huffy with Amy over her "advice" to stop coddling Zeus, and it's innocent little Lyndy's request that she stay and help plan a birthday surprise for her mama that makes her pause. Lyndy wants Sylvie to teach her how to dance with Harley. Friends, my eyes nearly teared up when Sylvie asks whose horse Harley is, and Lyndy says it's her daddy's. Sylvie comments how she hasn't met her daddy, and Lyndy informs her that Ty is "in heaven". Sylvie agrees to help, and teaches Lyndy a little liberty work with Harley, with Jack in tow, for some assistance with this "secret surprise" for Amy.
And speaking of secrets and surprises, Tim and Jessica are back from their galivanting. And as many of us guessed, they got married while on their travels. I'm really happy for Tim, as I haven't been this impressed with his choice in girlfriends since Casey. I think Jessica is really good for him, and a good fit, overall, with the family, despite her rancorous past with Lou.
The other plot line of note was Jack consulting with Lisa about "the future". She asks him if he'd have any regrets about slowing down at this stage in his life. Jack admits he'd regret not buying Mitch's herd. It seems Mr. Cutty, after being dumped by Lou, is divesting himself of his livestock and of his homestead of Aspen Grove.
Jack thinks he's too late to buy the herd after hearing from Fred Garland that they're available, but Mitch ultimately decides to turn down the other buyer and "keep it in the family". If this is the last we ever hear from Mitch, at least his last (off-screen) action is to do this good deed.
Meanwhile, Tim seems to be the one who wants to pull back from the cattle business and maybe just focus on his rodeo school. After all, he's married now. No idea where these newlyweds are going to live yet, but it's looking like the loft might be available... And why might it be available?
Side note: Alisha Newton has been wiped from the opening credits. In fact, Georgie was not mentioned at all the entire episode (neither was Katie, but we know she's in future episodes). This could mean Georgie is either away studying, or training/competing with Equestrian Canada, as was hinted at during the Season 14 finale.
By the end of the episode, Sylvie has come 'round to accepting Juniper needed some lovin', too, and his behavior changes for the better. For Amy's (low-key) birthday celebration (was this her 30th?!), Sylvie gives a liberty demonstration, and invites Amy to do some, herself. The finale, though, is when Lyndy reveals her "secret" and brings Harley in for a little liberty work, too. Lyndy gives Harley the cue to give a bow, and the horse goes down on his front leg, delighting the family.
Sylvie admits she's envious of Amy and her life with her family; Amy admits she wonders what her life would have been like had she taken up Renard on his offer to tour with him, and seeing Sylvie is a glimpse into that life. It's interesting for us, too, as it gives us a chance to see how different Amy's life might have been.
Minor plot point: Lou wondering how she should move on her life now that Mitch is moving on... She makes an attempt to call Peter to maybe talk over what he said to her about still being in love with her and being totally NOT okay with her marrying someone else. She hangs up before Peter can answer, so we'll never know (at least at this point) what they would have said to each other.
Finally, we have a cute drawing Lyndy has made of the family at her "school" camp: a drawing that features a Man in the Moon—the Man being "Dada", telling Amy the moon is where Ty said he'd be. So clearly Lyndy has not forgotten her father. We wouldn't want her to forget him, either. The fact Amy didn't dissolve into tears right then shows her emotional strength has vastly improved since this time last year, and it's good for us to see, too; that healing from such a traumatic event is possible.
This was a near-perfect episode, and had elements of everything I've come to expect from a Heartland episode. Bravo, everyone! You endured so much to make this season happen, and I am already enthralled and eager for more.
#Heartland#Season 15#Season 15 premiere#Moving Toward the Light#Heather Conkie#Amy Fleming#Sylvie Fauchard#Renard Perez#Dark Horse#Zeus#Juniper#Lyndy Borden#Jack Bartlett#Lisa Stillman#Lou Fleming#Tim Fleming#Jessica Cook#Harley#Mitch Cutty#Peter Morris#Ty Borden#liberty work#review#my reviews
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Under the cut are links to 16 fics with no smut that I’ve written for the following pairings: gryles, larry, lirry, narry, shiall, tomlinshaw and ziall!
gryles
obsessed
Usually when Nick's a disaster, it sends men running. This one's different.
A gryles drabble.
larry
an honest mistake
“You look different when you’re not covered in come,” he blurts out, immediately regretting each and every life choice that has led to this exact moment. Elevator Guy is going to hate him.
Louis has ridden the elevator with his neighbor all week. The first time they speak, there’s a misunderstanding.
bambi legs
“Oh my god,” Zayn says, rolling her eyes and standing up. “You do know what this means, right?”
“Yes?” Harry tries, looking up pathetically and hoping Zayn will take pity on her.
“This means she doesn’t even need the fabric she buys from you every other week,” Zayn says slowly, as if speaking to a small child. “She doesn’t come here for the fabric. She comes here for you.”
Harry works at her family’s fabric store sometimes and always sells the most interesting fabrics to Louis. Louis is the wannabe fashion designer who keeps buying fabric she doesn’t necessarily need just to find a way to talk to Harry.
caught up in your love affair
“And the corgis took to you straightaway,” Harry remarks.
“That’s true,” Louis chuckles.
“I’ve spent the last 29 years being barked at,” Harry deadpans, jerking his hand toward Louis, “this one walks in, absolutely nothing.”
Louis outright giggles at that, saying, “They were just lying on my feet during tea.”
“Wagging tails,” Harry says, shaking his head.
“It’s because they don’t understand flirting,” Louis tells him, “you can’t charm them the way you do everyone else.”
Royal AU. Prince Harry announces his engagement to Louis Tomlinson in an interview with longtime friend and BBC host Nick Grimshaw. Inspired by Prince Harry and Meghan Markle.
comfort
It’s a hard time of year for Louis. Luckily he has Harry.
face to face at the kitchen table
Two years ago, Louis broke up with the only person he ever loved. Now it's time to admit that he was wrong.
please forgive me if my lips quake
Hi ! Got your number from your cat Lou. Just want to make sure they’re not lost, only visiting
Harry's pet cat wing-womans her into a date.
tell me what you need
“And a fresh cherry?” he asks, pinching his bottom lip between his fingers. He waits as Louis stares him down, his brow furrowing.
“No? What the fuck,” Louis rasps, looking bewildered.
coffeeshop AU
lirry
you’re my rugged heart
It's the first day of spring. And it's snowing.
narry
a little tenderness
“Listen, my alpha and I broke up and it turns out that all of our friends were really his friends and I need someone to help me through–”
“No,” Harry practically shouts, the word bursting out of him unbidden. He cringes when he sees the shock on Niall’s face, his pale skin flushing lightly. “I’m sorry, but my answer has to be no. I don’t help omegas through heats. I’m really sorry, Liam knows that, so I don’t know why he would give you the idea–”
“It’s not heat, Harry,” Niall interrupts. “It’s depri.”
“Oh. Fuck.”
Touch deprivation makes a lot of sense now that Harry thinks about it. Niall seems generally unwell; he appears to be weak, his skin is pallid and his lips look chapped, and his breathing is ragged. He’s wearing a cozy-looking sweatshirt, but even over FaceTime, he kind of seems cold, hunched over with his arms wrapped around his body. Harry’s never been around an omega in depri as bad off as Niall looks; most of the time, there’s an alpha friend or family member who can help out with scenting and physical contact.
Oh.
shiall
a bagel for all seasons
“You know what I think?” Shawn asks with a trademark grin. “I think we’re growing on you. Admit it, big city lawyer, this small town isn’t so bad.”
Niall cackles. He should hold back more, since he is leaving soon, but he likes this confident, joking side of Shawn, so he relents.
“It’s not so bad here,” he admits. “Can’t get a bagel to save my life, but the people are friendly.”
Niall is a lawyer from the big city who’s sent to a small town to get paperwork signed for his firm’s biggest client. He only expected to be there for one night, but the longer his stay lasts, the more he starts to fall in love with the town and its cast of quirky characters.
One in particular.
A Shiall Hallmark Christmas AU.
an ivy hollow halloween
Niall is pretty happy with the Halloween costumes he thought of for him and Shawn. That is, until he sees Louis and Harry's.
tomlinshaw
if you should try to kiss her
It’s kind of their thing now. They make relentless snarky comments to and about each other and exchange meaningful eye contact every time they think no one is looking. At least, that’s what Louis thinks they’re doing, like their own extended lesbian mating ritual. It seems obvious to her that they’re inevitable in some kind of cosmic, grand design type of way; they’re eventually going to end up together and fix up an old house and Nick will build a chicken coop for the backyard (or hire someone to build it, probably) and then they’ll live happily ever after, bickering the whole time.
If only she could be sure that’s what Nick thinks they’re doing.
Harry's annual Christmas party gives Louis her chance to be brave and tell Nick how she feels.
Leo season
“Didn’t catch your name earlier?” he asks, tilting his head to go along with his lilting voice.
“Nnrg,” Nick replies smoothly, failing to meet Louis’ hand with his own as he realizes just how garbled his smooth reply actually was. He overcorrects and vaguely slaps Louis’ hand before managing to wring it in his own, much to Louis’ apparent amusement.
Carefree. Confident. Over the top. Nick may be a bit of a disaster, but no one can deny the mood for Leo season suits him.
ziall
This Town
It’s not until he’s inside the venue and sees Zayn from a distance for the first time in person since trying to fall asleep curled around him their last night together that the nerves hit and his bravado starts to feel false.
When Zayn left the band, he left Niall too.
flicker
Niall has waited so long to hear these words, imagined this scenario hundreds of times, and now that it’s here, he’s actually speechless. He’d hoped, but he’d never let himself believe they’d actually get here.
Because at Christmas, you tell the truth: A month after the AMAs, Niall and Zayn finally talk.
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1/3 Hi I read your profile a lot, I like it. I became a solo Louis, I love his music, his personality, his talent, his creativity (I'm excited for the new tour). I read a lot of rivalry between One direction fans (larry, Zarry, Narry etc), many of them are bad and toxic, they criticize the other members for raising their favorite. But not all of them are like that. I've known Larry who really love Louis, his music and his talent, and between Harry / Louis musically, I prefer Lou, so not everyone
(Con’t) is related only to the romantic relationship but they love the artist Louis and believe in him. I want to ask you a question, reading your posts, you think the romantic relationship between Harry / Lou broke down in 2018, so in what time frame do you think they were together through thick and thin? Knowing Louis' precious soul, do you think he would have stayed in relationship with Harry if he was just a business asshole?
If a person like Louis fell in love with him, saw something positive, I respect him too much to think he can give his heart to a cynical asshole. I believe that beyond what we see, they grew up together, they shared fears & hopes, I think they influenced each other. I ask you this, because I loved Harry in One Direction, I liked seeing them together (for friendship or love). I'm sorry to see Harry changed from the past, but I want to believe that something good has remained in him, and that Louis did not uselessly given himself to someone for a long time. Beyond that, if they are no longer together, do you think they still feel something? Sometimes I think so. I think it's hard to deprive yourself of a person like Louis.
Hi anon!
It’s hard for us to put ourselves in their places because, as Louis once said, One Direction was not real life. The boys’ explosive rise to fame exposed them to a temptation that we couldn’t possibly begin to understand. It isn’t normal, and they aren’t normal people.
Beyond that, even normal people go through a huge change in maturity and personal responsibility from ages 16 to 30. We have so many uncertainties and insecurities in our young adulthood that we all do regrettable things. To hold Louis and Harry to an unchanging persona— to show gifs of them at age 16/18 and say, “That’s how they are now”— is to force them to live in a Disney fairytale.
Neither of them are purely good or bad. Neither of them are living out the archetypes that fandom often slots them into. They are not static gifs that recycle every 2 seconds. They’re dynamic people who have made choices, picked their sides, prioritized, experienced the consequences (for themselves and others) of their actions, gone along with advice that may have hurt other people, lived, loved, regretted, cried. They aren’t mannequins or puppets or characters. They are human beings. They mature. They act. Their actions have consequences.
Part of maturation is really learning about loyalty and trust, about self-preservation, psychological defense, vulnerability, forgiveness, and political expediency. When loyalty goes, it’s a cliff, not a gentle slope. Personal disagreements matter A LOT when they affect career and reputation.
By “political expediency,” I mean that sometimes the choices presented to them are not neutral to other people: they benefit AT THE EXPENSE of hurting others. Their gain is someone else’s loss. And they chose: and we clearly see their choices. Even if some fans don’t want to admit it, the choices are clear as day.
I think Harry and Louis had one really great year, from 2011 to 2012, before people (who are now involved with HSHQ / Sony) began to see Harry as a star and Louis as the obstacle. So to answer your question, they were tight, feeling like a team, “one against the world” during that time. You can trace the feelings from 2010-2015 in their interviews and songs, and their bandmates also have interesting reactions.
I don’t want to speak for Louis. In general, he is a person who doesn’t dwell very much on the negatives, so he would probably say that no love is ever wasted, just like the hard work he put into 1D, despite his lack of solos, was not wasted.
Louis’ fundamental personality trait is being (overly) optimistic and loyal to a fault, and Harry’s is being easily suggestible to people with greater authority and power around him. Both of these traits have born out consequences that we can easily observe. Neither are intrinsically good or bad, except in their consequences.
I would guess they both still feel something, because an experience like 1D (whether romantic or a friendship) is simply too intense to forget, even if they wanted to. I’m always shocked that they went from sitting in the same interview in 2015, answering questions as if they’re on the same side, to 3 years later, behaving as if they don’t even live in the same century. Even their mutual avoidance is a statement, you know? Even Sony trying to hold Louis back in every way is a statement. You can make every argument in the world for this, but the most logical argument, consistent in every way, has been a continuous line from 1D, and it’s not a story of love.
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"why don't we be friends (why don't we make out)" - (1/1)
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There are very few people that Nico forgets about. At least, as far as the people that have stuck around with him for most of his life.
He’s known Percy and Annabeth since they were young, remembering watching the two of them chase each other around the schoolyard and purposefully try and get desks right next to each other before they were inevitably separated by alphabetical last name seating. He remembers trying to convince Piper to do his french project and Jason sitting in the halls with him outside of the music room when they wouldn’t want to go outside for recess in middle school. He can still hear the alarm when Leo accidentally knocked over a bunsen burner in their sophomore year chemistry class, and the feeling of paint on his skin when Hazel tripped and sent half of her palette onto him in their art class.
Nico can even recall moments with the people he was never particularly close to, like when Rachel told him she loved him backstage of their winter concert after only having known him for five minutes (in a very lesbian/gay solidarity way, of course), or when Grover spent an entire hour hiding out in their school library to get away from their math sub.
It’s strange now, looking across such a large circle of people piled into Jason and Thalia’s house. They’re all people from his grade (or class , he supposes, now that they’re officially graduated), Each one of them, Nico can remember at least one conversation he’s had with them, one story he’s passed into his closer friend group that is laughed over and then inevitably moved on from.
It was supposed to be a big party celebrating all their friendships throughout the years.
Ironically, so many people that had such little impact on him, in retrospect.
Which is why it comes as a surprise to him when he sees a flash of blonde curls and freckled skin among the sea of people. He’s hit with what feels like a wall of memories of the two of them, laying in the same bed trading quiet secrets, and walks to the store to get an inhumane amount of candy that they can go share at the pier. Images of blue eyes, warm hands in his, and the sound of stifled laughter at midnight feel all too familiar. Nico is stuck on them.
He hasn’t seen Will in years.
It wasn’t exactly his choice. It wasn’t either of theirs, really. They had gone to middle school together, and from the ages of 10 to 14, Will knew the most about him.
And then their middle school graduation came and went, and Will left for a boarding school. Nico remembers, vaguely, Will asking him to come with them.
“They offer more classes, and there are more opportunities for help,” they had said, or something along the lines of it. “And we could be roommates.”
Part of him wanted to. All of him almost went. But it was the same year he lost his sister, and while moving to another state for school sounded like a fantastic way to avoid all his trauma, he had to stay with his family. Not that his father would have stopped him, but Nico knew he couldn’t go. Not yet.
So he stayed, and Will left, and it all worked out fine. They texted every other day, facetimed once or twice a month when their schedules lined up. Will came home for Christmas that year, telling stories about the other kids on their floor and their girlfriend. Then, when he came home for that summer, about their boyfriend.
Nico would listen, then catch Will up about what was going on at his public school. He had gone out on a date with one boy which was nice but didn’t turn into anything, and Will told him he would find someone eventually. They took trips to the mall together instead of the pier, mostly just to get milkshakes and have a place to walk around.
One morning, Will convinced him to bike to the beach in the morning to see the sunrise. The sky ended up being too cloudy, but they still sat together on the empty lifeguard chair, swapped sweatshirts and bagels with cream cheese, and talking about summer jobs and college.
Then Will left for their sophomore year, and school caught up to both of them and whatever kept them going was lost. The most Nico talked to them was through the occasional Snapchat sent to each other or on a group facetime
The last time Nico had called Will alone, it was in a panic to ask advice on how to break up with the boy he was dating at the time because he realized that relationships weren’t really his thing, at least not yet. Will had sat quietly, giving him occasional advice, and mostly just comforted him.
And that was it.
Nico had gotten a new phone later that year, and all their call logs and long text threads were lost into the depths of his phone memory.
It was bittersweet, in all honesty, and pretty painless for the most part. Maybe it’s because Nico never really forgot about Will. There was never any clear ending; no hard feelings between the two of them. He still sees their posts on social media, sees their mom in the store on occasion. He remembers passing Will at their local fair when they came home again for the summer of their junior year with their boyfriend that they were still dating, and then later again the next when he noticed that all posts had been removed from their Instagram including the ones with said boyfriend and nothing but will - they/them in their bio.
He wondered, briefly, where Will had gone when he didn’t even see him in passing over the following summer. Was he still going to the boarding school? Had his family moved out of the state entirely?
It never felt like a friendship breakup. It was clear now, though.
Nico wonders at which point it became one.
He didn’t mean to stare at Will as long as he did. Everything had just come washing over him at once, and he was frozen in place staring at the person Nico had once called his best friend.
He doesn’t even realize he was staring until Will looks back. Their blue eyes meet his brown ones, and reality sets back in. The loud music he had drowned out in his daydream came filtering back through his ears, and he stumbles as people shove past him towards the kitchen. Still, his gaze locks on Will.
Neither of them makes a move towards each other at first.
Then, a moment later, Will is right next to him.
“Hey,” they say it slowly, almost like they were testing the waters, like they knew how long it had been since they had spoken.
Nico doesn’t know what to say. His first instinct was to hug them.
He withstands it, though, instead grabbing onto their wrist and pulling them past the crowd of people and into one of the rooms off of the main hall, which was miraculously empty. He can still hear the pounding music, but it was a little bit quieter with the door closed. Quiet enough that he can think again.
“Uh, hi,” Will tries again, and god, their smile never changed.
“Sorry,” Nico says once he realized he had just seemingly dragged them into a secondary location with no explanation. “It was just… loud. Out there.”
“I get it,” Will says, sitting down on the couch pushed onto the far wall and looking back up at Nico. They were wearing a pinkish-orange button-up Hawaiian shirt that looked straight out of their dad’s closet (Nico would know, he’s seen it before) that was half-tucked into mid-rise light wash jeans that were cuffed just enough that you could see a glimpse of where their socks met their Converse. Yellow, possibly the same pair they had bought at the mall two years prior when Nico was there.
They got taller, he thinks vaguely. Nico had too, but Will still has at least half a foot on him.
“So, what’s up?”
“Not much, I guess,” he shrugs, twisting his ring. “I mean, I graduated. I assume you did too.”
Will nods. “I did. Lou Ellen invited me as her plus one. You know her, right? Friends with Rachel.”
Nico nods. Shoulder length, cloud-like hair that was a different color every other week. Wore lots of random thrifted t-shirts over big pants. Loud personality, even louder voice. Band kid. Friends with Cecil; her good grades probably being the only reason he hasn’t been kicked out of the school yet. Once debated the legitimacy of gender binaries with him in an English class.
“Sorry for, like, staring at you before,” he says. “It’s been a while.”
They nod again. “All good. I was staring at you before anyway.”
“You were?”
“Yeah,” Will shrugs. “You’re easy to look at.”
Then, a moment later, “It has been a while, hasn’t it?”
“Yeah. You’ve changed a bit.”
“Have I?” They ask. “I think just my look, maybe. I’m still just as obnoxious.”
Nico snorts. It’s comforting to know they could just slip back into it like this. Like no time had ever passed, and Nico is back in their bedroom creating each other in The Sims.
“Are you still dating Connor?” Nico asks, vaguely remembering the last conversation they had.
“Nah, we broke up last winter.”
“Any reason?”
Will squints a bit like they’re curious why Nico’s asking. It makes Nico blush, immediately regretting saying anything.
“Dunno. We just grew apart,” they say. Then, “Sounds kinda familiar, doesn’t it?” followed by a laugh.
“I didn’t mean to stop talking to you,” Nico says quickly because he didn’t. There are days where he sees Will’s Instagram story or a tweet and knows that even though he could still comment, it wouldn’t quite be the same.
“Life got busy,” Will says. “It happens”
“I didn’t want it to. Not to us.”
“So let's restart.”
Nico blinks. “Just… start over our entire friendship?”
“No, just pick up where we left off.”
“Just like nothing happened?” he asks, sitting down on the couch next to them.
“Just like nothing happened,” Will affirms.
They’re both quiet for a moment, then—
“Do you remember what you told me when you first came out as bisexual to me?”
It was in the basement of Will’s house. Nico had come out as gay a few weeks prior, and when he was talking about the boy he liked, they just casually mentioned it. Being with Will like this again reminded him of something they had said, and something he later found out.
“I think I just, like… told you, right?” Will smiles. “And I said you were a big part of helping me figure out.”
“Yeah. I always thought you meant because I had already come out,” Nico said. “It wasn’t until, like, last year that Piper mentioned you meant that because you liked me.”
Will laughed again. “I figured you didn’t. You were always talking about what bad of a couple we would make.”
“Yeah,” Nico said, and his heart picked up pace as his knee knocked against Will’s by accident. Neither of them moved. “I actually had a massive crush on you for a while. I think I just said that because I wanted to try and get over it, so I wanted you to indirectly reject me.”
“Did you ever get over it?”
Nico laughs. “Not really. But I moved on.”
He notices Will shift closer, notices how their hands are now on top of each other and their legs are fully pressed together.
“Same,” Will says, moving their head closer to Nico’s until their foreheads are pressed together and their breaths mingle. They look at him for any sign to stop, and Nico doesn’t move.
“Good thing we’re starting over then, right?” they continue, practically a breath of a whisper before their lips connect, and god Nico did not think this was where his night was going but no way in hell was he about to stop it. (He’s not sober enough to care, anyway, and seemingly neither is Will judging by the strong scent smell of weed coming off of his shirt.)
Their hands laced together, subconsciously, almost like muscle memory from all the days walking hand in hand down the dock. (Nico wonders if his younger self was ever trying to tell his mind something.) Nico’s other hand comes up to rest on warm skin, brushing Will’s cheek with his thumb like he’s trying to wipe the freckles off.
Will wraps one arm around Nico’s waist, pulling him closer until he eventually just shifts so he’s in their lap. Will certainly doesn’t complain, only tilting their head to deepen the kiss and breaking apart their hands so they can run one hand through Nico’s hair.
They have to break apart after a moment, and Nico can help it when he laughs.
“Guess we were a little dumb when we were younger, huh?”
Will’s breathing heavy, but Nico doesn’t miss the familiar playful glint in their eye. “I don’t know what you mean. You’re still an idiot,” they say, pressing a kiss to the underside of Nico’s jaw, and another one right next to his ear.
He wonders if Will has thought about doing this the same way Nico has.
“Says you,” Nico says. “You were far more oblivious than I was.”
“I’m not the one who said we would make a bad couple,” they remind Will.
“Yeah?” he says, then leans back in to kiss Will again. Their mouths slot together, and god, they’re an even better kisser than Nico ever thought they could be. Something in his mind tells him maybe it’s not relationships he didn’t like, maybe he just knew it wasn’t the right person.
Perhaps Will’s that person he was always looking for.
Nico leans back, just barely so he can mumble “Lucky for you, I’m willing to test that theory,” against Will’s lips just before they pull him in once more.
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I LOVE YOU 3000!
-PART 41
Harry was shook. It's like every good thing that had been happening came crashing down at once. And he couldn't even tell Louis. He'd understand. Of course he would, but he'd also get mad at his manager and he couldn't afford to see what would happen if Louis told his manager off.
How was he supposed to spend time with Louis and hide something this big? Louis would see right through him.
Harry checked the contract that was mailed to him. 2 month contact. Ends after the Oscars.
He had to manage everything for two months. He just didn't have a choice. He'd probably have to avoid Louis for the time being.
Tears welled up in his eyes at the mere thought of it. Harry had begun to feel like Louis was somewhat his family, and Louis came with the package of two adorable kids and a furry friend, who absolutely loved Harry. He couldn't do this alone. Harry really needed to see Louis, to hug him, to feel the assurance that no matter what, Louis wouldn't be mad. With a hard heart, he discarded that thought and at once set off for Niall's apartment- the only person he could turn to at this moment.
He crashed into Niall's apartment and over a tub of ice cream told him everything that had happened.
Niall was furious.
"How dare he? I could talk about his bitchy attitude on the radio and we'll see how THAT affects him."
"No Niall," Harry said between hiccups. He'd been crying for too long, "don't do anything. He told me not to tell anyone. And I suppose it'll be normal after 2 months."
"2 months Harry. You do realise that's long. 2 months brought you and Louis closer than ever and the same time could ruin things too."
"Don't say that," Harry whispered, breaking down again.
"I'm sorry Harry," Niall said, wrapping Harry in a comforting hug, "but you should talk to him-"
"I can't-"
"Then how do think you'll go on about this?"
"Perhaps I really need to cut down our interactions for a while."
"Not to be that person, but don't you think after yesterday, Louis will be expecting more of your presence?"
"I'll tell him I have work. I'll do anything. I don't want his career to come to harm because of me."
"I appreciate that Harry, but do you think you guys can talk it over?"
"No Ni, I just can't tell him about this."
"Okay okay," Niall continued in a soothing voice. "In that case I won't ask you anymore. Now let's bake something. It always gets your mind off things."
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In the two days that followed, Louis actually got really busy at work, and Harry didn't have to make excuses for staying away. Although Louis did ask if Harry could come over and stay the night, but Harry excused himself saying that he was visiting his sister and so Louis didn't suspect a thing.
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But on Wednesday, things changed a bit. Louis got off work in the evening and asked Harry if he wanted to grab pizza. Harry couldn't come up with a good excuse in time and truth be told, he didn't want to. He was already miserable and wanted to see Louis badly. Louis agreed to meet Harry at his house and when he finally reached Harry's door, he was surprised.
"What is all this?" Louis teased, "hoodie, beanie, sunglasses, mask, were going for pizza Harry, not to some mission as undercover agents."
"Oh I know, it's just, paps seem to get everywhere and I'm kinda tired, so-"
"Aw you poor thing, come here."
Louis spread his arms and Harry enveloped him in an instant, hugging Louis like his life depended on it. He didn't wanna let go, for the fear of not being able to do this again was eating him from inside.
Louis seemed to sense it.
"Everything okay Haz?" he asked, stroking Harry's curls. Harry's face was buried in Louis' neck and he hummed in response and Louis hugged him tighter.
After what felt like an eternity, Harry finally let go.
"Leave your car here. Let's walk."
Louis smiled but his brows furrowed the slightest. Harry seemed off.
They slowly walked down the lane to the pizza place 2 blocks away, their held hands swinging between them.
Louis tried to ask Harry if anything was bothering him, but Harry shoved it away, saying it's nothing and he was just tired.
For a moment Louis wondered if Harry regretted last night and was slowly distancing himself because of that. But that couldn't be right. Harry wouldn't be walking with him if he really did regret that.
Putting his worries aside, he tried to focus on the perfect weather and thought about staying back at Harry's place. Maybe some cuddles could make Harry feel better.
As they approached the destination, they suddenly heard some squeals. Looking to their right, they saw an excited bunch of people in the park next to the restaurant, running in their direction. They'd apparently spotted Harry over the fence and it surprised Louis how they'd managed to recognise him in this get up. Louis knew Harry was tired and tried to tug Harry inside quickly but to his surprise, Harry shook his hand free of Louis and stepped back. Louis was taken aback. If he could see Harry's eyes, he'd probably understand how apologetic Harry was, but those were hidden behind his shades.
"You go ahead, I'll come in a while."
Louis nodded and left, unable to give a proper reply, head clouded by a thousand thoughts.
Before disappearing inside the restaurant, Louis turned around once and saw Harry, mask off, talking to the fans and taking pictures, a smile plastered on his face.
He ordered a milkshake for him as he waited for Harry to join him.
As much as he tried not to think about what happened, it all kept coming back.
Why did Harry leave his hand like that? People already knew they were friends, it wouldn't have been a big deal.
Was Harry embarrassed of Louis?
Did he not want to be spotted with him?
Did Louis do something wrong?
Louis racked his brain to think of something he might have done that could upset Harry, but nothing came to mind.
The minutes were getting longer and Louis was growing impatient waiting for Harry.
His worst fears came to action when he got a call from Harry.
"Hey Lou," he panted, sounding exhausted.
"Harry, where are you? It's been almost thirty minutes, are they not leaving?"
"There's been a bit of problem, they weren't leaving, so I had to tell them that I'm heading back home. I didn't wanna crowd the restaurant. So I walked back towards home."
"Wha- are you kidding me?"
"I'm really sorry Lou, I'll make it up to you I promise. Please don't be mad."
Louis could feel Harry was lying, because the excuse was downright stupid.
Maybe his concerns were actually right. Maybe Harry was indeed avoiding him.
Louis cut the call with an abrupt "Yeah." He didn't know what to feel. Harry had left. Just like that. He was obviously upset at the fact that Harry was avoiding him, but he was more mad at himself. Why did he expect so much from Harry? Louis was clearly not Harry's type.
He tried to reason with himself, thinking that there surely must be a misunderstanding, something that was going on that Louis wasn't aware off. With the little hope he had left in him, he stood up and left for home. At least he's got Cliffy.
Harry, a sobbing mess, went straight to Niall's. He silently hoped Louis wouldn't be mad at him. He knew he'd upset Louis and that's the last thing he'd planned on doing but Harry didn't really have a control over things happening in his life anymore.
As if things could get any worse, even Niall wasn't home and his phone was out of reach. So Harry waited. It was an hour before Niall arrived and found Harry at his doorstep.
"Jesus, what happened?"
Harry burst into a sob upon seeing Niall and between hiccups and sobs managed to tell Niall everything.
"I told you to talk to him Harold. Avoiding him isn't a solution."
Niall let them inside and eventually stopped talking about it. Instead he made Harry a cup of hot chocolate and they both watched re-runs of How I Met Your Mother on the telly in silence.
Back in his apartment, Louis ate his dinner quietly and went to bed early. He didn't have a proper word to describe how he was feeling.
Last weekend had been so special. What changed.
He logged in to twitter from his burner account before going to sleep and the first post he saw, turned his emotions around pretty quickly.
Harry looked happy. Not uncomfortable, as he seemed with Louis. Maybe Louis was the problem.
For a brief second he wondered if he should talk to Zayn or Liam about it but then decided against it because Louis didn't like discussing problem of these type. If there was a misunderstanding, Harry and Louis would figure it out themselves.
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Hello! Do you have any fanfic rec’s with exhibition or slightly public sub harry?
hello! Yes I do!! :) the last one in this list is a/b/o/ so ignore if that’s not your thing! but it was exhibitionist so I included it
smile in slow motion by istajmaal
“It’s 2011, Niall. People can fuck their friends’ faces without it meaning anything more than that.”
or, Louis is Harry's dom and maybe also his soulmate.
Sinful Distractions by SourwolfZiam
Harry is busy writing down notes, like he has since arriving at the library after eating dinner, around 6:45pm. He’s softly humming to himself, when he hears Louis’ soft, sweet voice, “Harold”.
“Mhmm?”
When Louis doesn’t reply, Harry glances up at his boyfriend sitting across the table from him.
Louis widens his eyes at Harry, over the top of his Theatre Studies textbook, then casually flicks his head in the direction of the elevators, which were in the center of the huge library.
Harry immediately feels heat tugging at the pit of his stomach, and he blushes as Louis gives him a cheeky grin. He knew exactly what Louis wanted to do.
AU where Louis and Harry are studying at the library, and they decide to take a trip up to the Stacks. Sexy time ensues.
Ghoulish Delights by HazHas4Nips
When the Tomlinson family goes to Disneyworld for the first time, Harry's determined not to ruin the day, which means he'll even go on the Haunted Mansion despite how scared it makes him. When the ride faces technical difficulties, Harry's anxiety reaches an overwhelming peak and Louis takes matters into his own hands... and mouth.
Mon Petit by coffinofachimera
Harry wears the 'Mon Petit' sweater while Louis records them on their private plane.
Cheeky Princess by Noelle1224
Harry and panties. What more is there to explain?
My love, he makes me feel like nobody else, nobody else by SilverShadow1
Harry was invited to a high school end-of-term party where he's ready to let loose, get drunk and perhaps regret his choices, or not.
OR
The one where Harry screams, 'Daddy!' at a party and what follows is the best night of his life.
Got A Lot You Wanna Show Off Baby by Phillipa19
Louis had been in meetings all day, he should have known that Harry wouldn't be ignored for much longer.
-OR-
Louis is Harry's sugardaddy and his younger boyfriend is definitely not happy being ignored whilst Louis holds meetings in his home office. There may also be Harry in lacy knickers involved.
Stop The World (I Wanna Get Off With You) by ilikepianos
"You like this, don't you?", he asks breathlessly.
What? Sucking cock? Being dominated? Yes, all of that. A big fat yes.
Harry nods, lips still wrapped around Louis' throbbing dick.
Louis' lips curl into a smirk. "Keep going then. You're doing amazing, love."
OR: The uni-football AU where Harry may or may not have a minor crush on the captain of the team and suddenly discovers that the feeling is very much mutual.
take me into your loving arms by blankiehxrry
twas the night of the brit awards
I Wanna Do What Bunnies Do With You by MoreThanTonight
“Lou.. Not here?” Harry pulled off with a gasp. “There are people in the next room. What if they hear us?“
“Then I guess you’ll just have to be quiet, won’t you, love?” Louis winked.
It's Harry's birthday and Louis wants to make it a birthday he won't forget. Louis is an art student, Harry is his boyfriend and muse.
Do Not Disturb (kiss me beneath the milky twilight) by SadaVeniren
“I was talking with Nick a couple months back and he was saying how our sex life seemed boring and we’d need to keep doing new and interesting things to keep it exciting or else we’d become boring and heterosexual and I defended us of course but then work picked up and we started living off of studio handjobs and missionary position sex in the dark and so I panicked. I googled BDSM and after looking into it I really want to try some of it because I think we’d enjoy it but we just don’t have the time.”
aka Harry doesn't want to become a boring old married couple a year into their relationship and tries to spice up their sex life
chain me to your heart's desire (i don't want you to stop) by orphan_account
"It's almost a shame I need to punish you," Louis mentioned casually, his smile sharp and predatory, causing Harry's breath to catch in his throat. "C'mon up, princess. Daddy's going to spank you until you remember who you belong too. Make you remember it when we're sitting in the car tomorrow, and performing onstage. Yeah, baby, you're gonna get spanked 'til you cry, 'cuz you're not sure if you want me to stop or keep going," Louis growled thickly, his hair tousled and falling out of its quiff into his face.
AKA Harry gets spanked
Lunch Break by purpleeyestelllies
Harry decides to bring his alpha lunch at work and surprise him with a visit from him and their baby daughter. Louis gets more than one surprise.
As always please read the tags carefully and stay safe everyone! ❤
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Monthly Reads | November 2020
Happy 28th!
Here are all the fics I read this month and the one I’m (still) currently reading - a whooping 365k fic!
And as always: all my love for all the amazingly talented authors this fandom has ♥
❖ Hang there like fruit, my soul/Till the tree die | louloubaby92 | a/b/o - past sexual abuse - angst - 111k
''You still want me?'' he asks, voice thick.
''Yes,'' Harry's answer is absolute, almost defiant.
''But my hands are empty,'' Louis shakes his head. ''I've got nothing to offer you.''
''I don't care about that. Do you see my hands?'' Harry asks before he cups Louis' face. His touch is gentle. He's always gentle when it comes to Louis. ''When I'm not holding you, I feel empty, but like this,'' he presses closer until their faces are inches apart. He caresses the apple of Louis' cheeks and that's when Louis realizes that he's spilled tears and Harry's wiping them. He didn't even notice; too busy looking into Harry's kind, kind, kind alpha eyes. ''I feel like I'm holding the world and I don't feel empty anymore,''
Louis knows he's a defective omega. He knows its also not his fault but it is what it is. He takes the world head on even when the world is unkind to him. Not Harry though; stubborn as he is, he doesn't back down, not when it comes to Louis.
❖ an island without waves | tofiveohfive | getting back together - angst - post friends with benefits - 5k
Louis feels unreasonable. Less than a month ago, his consciousness was clean, not a hitch in his step. However, since the day the smallest seed of doubt planted itself in his mind, Louis keeps second-guessing himself and his choices. Every time he turns a corner, there’s some variation of Harry’s essence waiting to haunt him. A smell, a sound, a flavor, a color. Something Harry had mindlessly left behind. Something Louis is certain Harry would love if he could show him. Harry is in everything. He’s everywhere.
An AU inspired by Niall Horan's songs: Everywhere | San Francisco | Still
❖ can't believe i captured your heart | millsx | break up - implied/referenced charcater death - domestic fluff - toxic relationship - 22k
Harry wants Louis to teach him how to ride a horse for a date.
Louis wants Harry to break up with said date.
Or, the one where Harry is in a toxic relationship and Louis is there to get him out of it.
❖ Want It Flowing Through My Streams | screwstyles | Tennis AU - a/b/o - strangers to friends to lovers - 30k
Wimbledon ABO AU: Harry has just qualified for his first Grand Slam, and he’s prepared to make the most of it – that is, until his heat unexpectedly hits him only a few days before his first match. And it’s just his luck that Louis Tomlinson, the resident bad boy of British tennis, is the only person around to help him.
❖ pull me back together again (the way you cut me in half) | 28sunflowers | post-break up strangers to lovers to exes to lovers - cheating - angst - 26k
When trying to figure out who the love of his life is, Harry’s brain brings back a specific name from his past.
That’s why, a decade after a messy divorce, Louis opens his door to find his ex-husband standing on the other side, asking for a second chance.
Or a This Is Us AU starring Harry as Kevin and Louis as Sophie, but I selectively choose to use only some parts of what's cannon on the show.
❖ Pride and Peace | BrklynVan | canon compliant - hurt/comfort - fluff - angst - The X Factor era - 4k
Louis stays off of social media and mostly out of the public eye as much as he can. So, when his publicist calls him at 7 AM to tell him that Harry Styles is releasing a Rolling Stone article in which his name appears many times he doesn't know what he is supposed to feel.
“I got an email from Harry Styles’ team today about a piece in Rolling Stone. You are mentioned a few times and Mr. Styles wants your approval.” Louis can feel his heart drop and sudden panic makes his head feel heavy. He is quick to calm himself down and realize it could just be about their time in One Direction.
“Ah, like music-related and shit?” He asks in hopes she will confirm it’s only about One Direction and he can go back to sleep.
“Some parts, yes. I have sent it over to your email. Just to get an idea, It’s a..- its dropping for Pride Month.”
❖ sunflowers, sunshine, and you | soldouthaz | enemies to lovers - slight angst - 28k
Sunshine county is small but mighty and Harry takes pride in knowing nearly each and every person that lives inside of it. For nearly eleven years now he’s been sheriff, and not one of them he’s ever regretted settling down here.
He knows the road names like the back of his hand, knows the people and the animals and the way the world works here. In all of the time he’s been here, not a thing has changed.
So, all things considered, when he starts seeing a beat up pickup truck roaming through town with plates he’s never seen before, Harry, to be frank, jumps on that like a fly on fresh dog shit.
❖ wake the morn and greet the dawn (with hearts entwined and free) | mixedfandomfics | selkies - mysthical - scottish folklore - implied/referenced homophobia - attempted kidnapping - ableist language - 21k
It was a great storm that sent Harry ashore. Grandmothers professed they had not seen its like in a generation, and fathers lost their sons to the sea.
❖ Gimme Some Sugar | nonsensedarling | mutual pining - fluff - humor - no smut - 14k
Louis is scheduled to work an overnight shift with Harry, the hot new pastry chef, to complete a special order. Into the late hours of the night, they bond over music and the ability to make each other laugh like no one else... which makes it harder and harder for Louis to hide his crush. Maybe it won't be so bad if he can't.
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Or an AU inspired entirely by a manip of Harry with highlights.
❖ Meant To Be (Arse First) | Anonymous | soulmates - soulmate-identifying marks - fluff - meet-cute - bad jokes - humor - 5k
Zayn groans in response, and Louis can hear the slow rustle of his bed sheets in the background. “Is it another ‘you woke up in the back parking lot of a Tesco’s with no pants and I need to come get you before the cops do’ panic or more of a 'I can stay in my bed and lend you an ear’ kind of panic, because I drank a lot more than you did last night, Lou.”
“Uhh,” Louis replies eloquently, “more like an 'I have two giant, blood red handprints on my naked arse, and no, they aren't from a good shag’ kind of panic.”
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Or the one where your soulmate mark appears on your body where they first touch you and stays there until they touch you for the first time.
Aka the one where Louis's soulmate must like bums.
♦ Hiding Place | alivingfire | friends to lovers - soulmates - soul bond - canon compliant - mutual pining - slow burn - slow build - The X Factor era - 365k
Louis never wanted a soulmate, didn’t really care for the whole Bonding thing at all, really. Enter Harry Styles, who’s wanted to be Bonded for as long as he could remember. With one fateful meeting in an X Factor bathroom, Louis gets a dagger on his arm and the realization that just because Harry is his soulmate doesn’t mean it’s mutual.
From the X Factor house to Madison Square Garden, from the Fountain Studios stage to stadiums across the world, Louis has to learn to love without losing himself completely, because someday his best friend will Bond to someone and replace Louis as the center of his universe. Meanwhile, Harry begins to think that maybe fate doesn’t actually know what it’s doing after all, because his other half has clearly been right in front of him the whole time. All he has to do now is convince Louis to give them a chance.
Or, the canon compliant Harry and Louis love story from the very beginning, where the only difference is that the love between them is literally written on their skin, and there’s only so much they can hide.
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Washed Out Markers
Fic on ao3 here
Fandom: ROTTMNT
Characters: Donnie & Splinter
Rating: General Audiences
Words: ~500
Splinter may be old and no longer the person that he once was, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have anything left to give to his sons.
“Hey, Papa? Do you think I look like Lou Jitsu?”
He had been watching Scorpion Against the World III: A Spy’s Dagger. The scorpion brought its pincer down right as Splinter clicked the pause button, making it freeze in time. He leaned down to look at Donatello from his chair. The turtle tot held a black marker in his small hand, looking up at him hopefully.
And on his face… were two big, black eyebrows where there should be none. They were scribbled on with the markings of a child’s unsteady hand, but Splinter could see the intent and love put behind them.
“Oh… my son.” Splinter slid off of his chair. Donatello was getting tall—by now his son must nearly be up to his nose. Splinter wondered just how large his boys would get by the time they stopped growing. As tall as he once was, perhaps…?
“I… tried my best to look like him... but I’m not sure how much it worked. I don’t think I did it right.” Donatello looked down, grabbing the marker and twisting it between his two hands. “Do you… um, could I get asses- assesti- assistance?”
He fumbled over his last word as if trying to remember how to pronounce it. It made Splinter smile to see Purple growing his vocabulary. It felt like just yesterday that he had been teaching him to read. He crouched down to meet his son’s eyes. “I would be happy to help you, Donatello.”
Purple gleamed. His smile was much brighter than any of the trophies Splinter had collected or awards he had been given in his lifetime. It shone like a garden statue on a sunny day—or the dance floor on which he had gotten to know the sixth to last love of his life on. His choices in life may have not been the best… but if it led him to this moment, and raising his sons, he couldn’t say he regretted them.
A hand tugged on his arm twice in succession. Donnie looked at him, worried. “Dad, you’re crying. Why are you crying?” he asked. “Are you sad? Did I make you hurt? Can I fix it?”
Splinter blinked.
He sniffed, shaking his head. No, of course his boy hadn’t done anything wrong. He reached for his son’s hand and squeezed it in comfort. “No, Purple, you did not make me hurt. Sometimes… when you’re very happy, you cry. It’s not bad and is not something to be fixed. I’m just happy to see you, is all.”
His son hesitated, unsure if to accept that as an answer, but eventually nodded. “...Okay.”
Splinter reached for the marker and gently took it from Donatello’s shaky and small hands, uncapping the lid as he did so.
“Here, let me help.”
He may have washed out years ago, but he still had plenty of ink left to give.
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