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HL Fic Library 🩷 Non-Traditional Omegaverse Fics

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💜 War Of Hearts by BoosBabycakes / @boosbabycakes28 {E, 80k}

They are the bane of each other's existence, they never pass off an opportunity to remind the other of how annoying they are. Who would have thought that polar opposites could compliment each other so well?

A story about two boys, one looking for patience and trying to be strong enough to stand up for himself, and one struggling with self-discovery and strength, where facts, reality and becomings hit him in the face, and suddenly, everything that's ever been important to him is in play.

💜 What I Have With You (I don't want with anyone else) by @lululawrence {NR, 73k}

Louis smiled. “I’m sorry for how I ran away last night.”

“It’s totally fine. I’m sorry I did all that. I never asked if you were okay with it, and I really should have.”

Louis didn’t know how to respond to that. “I mean, I wasn’t really telling you no before that. How were you to know I’d be fine and then… not.”

“Well, if I had asked you first like I should have, then I would have known your boundaries.”

“How can you know my boundaries when even I don’t?” Louis scoffed. “Shit.”

Louis hadn’t meant to say that much to Harry. It’s not like he was embarrassed by who he was, but he still didn’t really talk about it openly either.

“What do you mean?” Harry asked.

Louis shook his head and kept his eyes trained on Harry’s chest. The shirt was old enough he could see the ghost of Harry’s tattoos through it.

“It’s a long and complicated story that is also very boring, so I don’t think you actually want the answer.”

Or Louis is an asexual alpha, Harry is his aromantic alpha friend and possible roommate, and faking a relationship might be exactly what they need to get their families and friends off their backs.

💜 Little by Little by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense {E, 65k}

Harry Styles is an omega who works at the London Planetarium, has lived in the same flat for ages, and is happy enough on his own. When he gets home from his first (horrible) attempt at dating in years, a new pregnant neighbor knocks on his door after smelling his cooking. He and Louis quickly become close, but their friendship gets complicated when Harry begins questioning who he is and what he likes.

Or Harry discovers figuring out who you are is more complicated than a potato metaphor.

💜 Take Me Down Slow (Don't Let Me Go) by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom {E, 26k}

Louis has always felt different. Not necessarily on the outer realm of societal norms, but pretty damn close to the edge. As an Omega, he’s supposed to want certain things; to want to raise a family, to want to build a life with a partner, and to want that partner to be an Alpha.

Well, two out of three ain’t bad.

OR the one where Louis wants to find the right kind of partner to love, Niall hates snowboarding, Liam wants to settle down, Harry is really good with his hands, and mother nature could be the thing that changes everything.

💜 Iron Hearts, Fire Souls by hopelesswriter / @getmesometacos {E, 26k}

"Lou..."

“I know, Harry! I know what you’ll say, we can’t right? We can’t help each other’s needs? We can’t be what the other needs? But fuck, what about what we want?! And I say we because you’ve been saying yes to all of our dates and you've been flirting back all this time and-“ He took a deep breath. “And there is nothing that I want more right now than to kiss you.”

Or the one where Harry and Louis are two single and unmated Lawyer Alphas that have to share an office and even though they shouldn't be that attracted to each other's scents, it sure isn't a big deal, right? I mean, what could go wrong?

💜 No Easy Love (Could Make Me Feel This Way) by @allwaswell16 {E, 17k}

There’s never been anyone for Harry but Louis. He had always thought their love would last forever, despite society’s pressures on an alpha/alpha relationship. When Louis breaks up with him and moves to Chicago, he’s suddenly left behind to pick up the pieces of the life they once shared. Instead of moving on, he finds reasons to keep Louis in his life and in the process begins to piece together what went wrong.

Or an Alpha Louis/Alpha Harry au where they get a second chance to make things right with the love of their life.

💜 I'll Call You Mine by @kenniewen {T, 13k}

"Harry isn’t superstitious, doesn’t knock on wood, or wish on shooting stars, but his position on ‘love at first sight’ becomes increasingly wishy-washy as his mind begins to comprehend blue, blue, blue. He feels his heart constrict and tongue go dry. The man before him is the most beautiful omega he has ever seen in his entire life."

Or: A self indulgent Omega/Omega fic with a teacher/single parent of favorite student trope.

💜 Woke Up Feeling Knotty by @jaerie {E, 7k}

Beta Louis has a kink for knotting and the secret aesthetic porn blog he runs about it is more than proof. When he accidentally finds out his alpha best friend Harry is one of his biggest fans, he knows he has to come clean after everything that has already happened between them. Harry just might be willing to help him out anyway.

💜 All at once, this is enough by @lunarheslwt {G, 7k}

“Could you help me…to make a nest?” His question was whisper soft, not daring to look at Louis’ face as he asked. For a few seconds, nothing but silence ensued. And then- “You want me to help you make your nest?” Harry’s blush deepened as he meekly affirmed, “yes.” The lack of response straightaway from Louis, and the way he had questioned the request, had Harry’s stomach churning uneasily. Why did he ask that? You don’t ask your friends to build you nests, what the fuck Harry. Louis must think him to be such a twit- “I’ll help.”

Or, Harry, overcome with burn out, wants to nest but he has never nested before, doesn’t know how to. Louis, his best friend, is only happy to help him make a nest and be there for him. Along the way, they find something more.

💜 Milk & Honey by @kingsofeverything {E, 7k}

Breastfeeding twins is no easy task, so Harry joins the local M.O.M.M. (Male Omegas Make Milk) support group.

💜 Where I'm Meant To Be by Halos_Boat / @halohamilton {E, 6k}

Harry and Louis have been sleeping together casually for a while. As two Alphas they never wanted to define it as anything more.

When Louis helps Harry out with his rut so he can get it done in time for his exam, they're forced to face feelings they were habouring for a while.

💜 Sweet Dreams That Leave All Worries Behind You by @tommokat {T, 5k}

Harry’s getting his in ears secured and watching while Zayn and Louis mess with Liam’s microphone when the idea hits him. He slept perfectly last night; there was no chance for feelings of loneliness to creep in while he was wrapped up in Louis’ arms and scent and sheets. Which means if he can continue to—yes, this is perfect. Harry grins to himself and starts on his plan for tonight.

💜 Chew You Up Like Candy by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28 {E, 4k}

As it turns out, the internet can also be used to find people that like the same things as you. However unusual they may be. Or in Harry’s case, the things he thinks he might want to try.

Which is how Harry has now found himself laying on his back, fully naked, and strapped down to a bench. With an intimidating looking fucking machine positioned right between his spread legs.

And completely at the mercy of the prettiest Alpha Harry’s ever seen.

So really, this is all the internet’s fault.

(Or the one where Alpha Harry falls down a Reddit hole, that leads him to discover a few new kinks he never knew he had. It also leads him to Louis, an Alpha unlike any other Harry’s ever met. Louis’ more than happy to help Harry explore his new interests).

💜 And I Want More by dimpled_halo / @comebackassholes {E, 3k}

Hearing Harry talk about knotting dildos makes Louis’ cock twitch. And fuck did it get hotter in here? Wiping at his forehead with the back of his hand he pulls Harry’s drawer to retrieve said dildo. It’s pink and glittery and honestly, Louis would expect nothing less from his best friend. A dazed smile forms on Harry’s face as soon as he wraps his fingers around it.

“Alright well, I should leave you to it. I’ll hang around on campus until your heat passes,” Louis informs Harry.

Harry’s eyes are open now, but they’re not looking at Louis, instead, they’re focused somewhere further south. He follows his gaze and immediately blushes when he notices what has caught his best friend’s attention. Louis’ erection is tenting in his sweatpants, a wet spot of precome darkening the fabric of his pants.

“Oh fuck.” It’s all making more sense now. All the heat he’s been feeling, the sweat. Louis is going through heat too.

💜 when we're finished saying nothing by @disgruntledkittenface {M, 3k}

Louis has barely woken up when she realizes that Harry is still mad from the night before. The silent treatment that Harry prefers when she’s like this isn’t going to achieve anything, so Louis gets up to apologize only to find out there’s more going on with her mate than she thought. That’s when her instincts take over.

An alpha/alpha AU inspired by Written All Over Your Face.

💜 dark rings of white noise by unwept / @peachade {M, 3k}

A culmination of emotions rise in him, he is a solar flare bubbling with indignation and shame and desire, three heavy emotions clashing together, threatening to explode in him and make a mess of his insides, ruin him and call the aftermath as art when he is more aftermath than art.

💜 Change of Plans by @haztobegood {G, 2k}

Harry and Louis plan to visit their families over Christmas. Sometimes, plans don't work out.

💜 When you're good to mama (he surprises you) by @sadaveniren {E, 2k}

“I hate your dick,” Harry sniffed.

“I know, baby.”

“Fucking magic beta dicks. Should have mated a damn alpha.”

aka Harry's pregnant with his sixth kid

💜 we don't fight fair by @hellolovers13 {E, 2k}

“What, you think I'll just roll over for you now?”

The smirk on Louis’ face was almost devilish. “Yes,” He breathed against Harry’s lips, cocky and sure, like it was a fact of life.

It sent all kinds of shivers through Harry. God, but he wanted to. Wanted Louis to have him right against this wall, let everyone see how he fell apart under him.

But not tonight.

Harry fixed his posture, standing up straighter and trying to get himself under control. “I don't think so, omega.”

Or: Nothing like a little chase to start off Louis' heat.

💜 Hanging Around by @homosociallyyours {G, 1k}

As a gay alpha loving alpha, Harry spent a lot of his life expecting to be single forever. Meeting Louis changed that, and after moving in together Harry realizes that he has the urge to nest. It's not a typical thing for an alpha to do, but Harry has never thought of himself as typical. Then again, neither is Louis.

💜 I got me an appetite, now I can taste it by @enchantedlandcoffee {E, 1k}

"Haz, are you sure about this? I don't want to hurt you, love." Louis asked, hovering over Harry's chest.

"Lou..." The omega whined, bringing his hands to the alpha's butt in an attempt to bring him closer. "You won't hurt me."

"Are you sure?" Louis asked again, staying rooted in his position until he was sure he wouldn't hurt the omega.

"I'm sure," Harry whined, moving his hands to the top of Louis' thighs. "How about this? If I'm uncomfortable in any way, I'll tap you twice, like this, okay?" The omega demonstrated the movement for Louis, tapping twice on the alpha's upper thigh.

OR Louis and Harry try something new in the bedroom.

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theficpusher · 2 years

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ring around the moon by unwept | T | 5086 Louis leans in, eyes fluttering shut, lashes dark, casting spidery shadows under the March sun. Harry meets him halfway. Here, between the space of their mouths, spring comes alive. or 5 slices where they seek shelter in each other.

beat the darkness by turnyourankle | T | 7754 Harry is a volunteer nurse stationed in Cairo; Louis is one of the patients in his ward.

You Smiled by taggiecb | G | 9053 Just then, the man looks up, and catches Harry's eye. Harry freezes, feeling as though he's the one trapped. The man doesn't smile, just watches Harry watch him, until finally he lifts his eyebrows in question, and Harry somehow manages to release himself from the spell that he feels he's under. -- It's 1758 and on the eve of a battle with the French, Captain Harry Styles of the British army has just begun his appointment as a prison warden in Louisbourgh, Nova Scotia. Harry prepares himself and his guards for their prisoners of war, but nothing could have prepared him for the sight of the most beautiful man he has ever seen- who is now his prisoner.

hold onto your stars by vashtaneradas | nr | 16258 au; harry's in the army, louis' back home, and ninety days is a lifetime.

the dead things we carry by MediaWhore | M | 25316 September ‘49 He hasn’t seen him since that day in France, that horrible muddy day where for one terrifyingly long second, Louis really thought he was going to die. He winces with the phantom pain, the hand not holding his cane going to his stomach automatically, remembering the franticness, the tenderness, of Harry’s hands while Louis was bleeding out. This is the man who saved Louis’ life. For one second, Louis fears Harry won’t recognise him, but his eyes widen when he turns to his left and they meet Louis’. He takes a step forward, reaching for him with a shaky hand before stopping himself. “Louis,’ Harry says with a shudder and Louis doesn’t think his name has ever carried more weight. This is the only man Louis ever thought about kissing for real. “Oh,” Mrs. Padley says, clearly taken aback. “You two know each other?” There are some things people never fully come home from. Until, one day, if they’re lucky, home comes to them.

through chaos as it swirls, it’s us against the world by sweetfairydreams | E | 31728 corporal styles is sent on a suicidal mission, at his hands the lives of hundreds of men that are going straight into a trap. he ends up finding louis, the french and most beautiful boy he ever seen, and a baby, in a basement of a dead city. based on the movie 1917

Letters to June by Larry_you_know | M | 41150 It's 1915, Europe is in the middle of the Great War. Omega Louis decides to join the Letter Home Project to become someone’s penfriend. Through this he meets a lovely soldier who hasn't got anyone else to send a letter to. Along with his letter, comes a picture of the most handsome alpha Louis has ever seen.

fondre ton absence by scrunchyharry | T | 41315 Harry had never really given much thought to the future. He preferred to let life steer him forward and to follow in the footsteps of Louis, his best friend from as far as his memory went, his lover, his everything. Louis knew better than he did what was good for him. It changed drastically when Louis was ripped away from him, drafted and sent to the front to fight in a war that Harry had always been sure would never reach him. Too young and too sickly to follow, Harry was left on his own for the first time in his life. When he thought things could not possibly get worse, Louis went missing at the Somme and was declared dead. While everyone buried and mourned him, Harry never moved on. If Louis were dead, he was sure that he would know it. Their lives were too entwined, he would know if half of his heart had died. Determined to find Louis, Harry did everything he could in his quest to be reunited with him, except prepare for the state Louis might be in. He did not prepare for the harsh truth he would have to face: was love possible without memories?

We're What's Right In This World by BriaMaria | E | 48809 “Why did you talk like that in Brighton? If you weren’t planning on ever telling me?” Louis asked. “Is it because you think you’re going to die?” “It’s war, Lou,” Harry said finally. The words were a knife slipped between his ribs. Everything hurt and he was bleeding. He shifted up, his palms cradling Harry’s jaw, his lips against his boy’s. Not kissing, just resting there, so Louis could feel him. “Promise you’ll come back to me.” Harry’s hands smoothed down the sides of Louis’ body. “You know I can’t do that. I’ll never lie to you.” “Promise me. We’re going to have our cottage. And our dogs. And our breakfast in the garden where nothing grows because of the wind from the sea. Promise me.” “I won’t.” Stubborn as always, his boy. “I’ll promise you, I’ll love you all my life. I’ll promise you, you’ll never leave my thoughts. I’ll promise you, you’re my forever and my always. But promising you something I can’t cheapens the things I can.” ---- Or the World War II AU where Harry goes off to fight and all Louis wants to do is be the boy who brings him home.

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spiritunwilling · 7 months

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ANTIGONEEEEEEE

#UNWEPT UNWED UNLOVED I GO

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stylistic-nightmare · 2 months

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Skeletonwitch - Unwept

#skeletonwitch #unwept #metal #music

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rastronomicals · 4 months

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8:57 AM EST January 30, 2024:

Skeletonwitch - "Unwept" From the album Serpents Unleashed (October 29, 2013)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: Thrash Revival

#Skeletonwitch #Serpents Unleashed #Unwept

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ngayawneluoer · 1 year

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the relief of destruction

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ neteyam x reader

when you became partners, you and neteyam promised you’d protect each other. so even with a fatal wound in your chest, you couldn't say you regretted taking a bullet for him.

word count: 1598

As you dove off the ship into the water, a persistent feeling of dread filled your stomach. You should have been celebrating; you had finally all escaped, slipping through the wicked fingers of the sky people. But every part of you screamed that something was so impossibly and undeniably wrong. It became even harder to ignore the fear in your gut as you broke the surface of the water, only to find that you could barely keep yourself afloat.

"Ma Neteyam," You gurgled, battling against the ocean waves that seemed to want nothing but to sink your body to the depths.

Instantly Neteyam recognised something was wrong - very wrong. He spun to you as fast as lightning, anxiety deep set on his face, "What's wrong, my love?"

He swam over to you to help you keep your body above the water, answering his own question in doing so. Dread filled him when he noticed the water surrounding you was turning a murky red, your energy seeping out along with the blood pouring out of your wound. Your swimming slowed, and Neteyam struggled to keep you afloat.

"Lo'ak! Bring the ilu here, (Y/N) has been shot!"

His panicked outcry made Lo'ak and Tsireya look over, fear taking over their faces.

"Shit!" Lo'ak cussed, navigating the ilu closer to you. As grateful as you were that you didn't have to swim any further, you found yourself unable to verbalise your gratitude. Your chest rose up and down in shallow breaths, your arms too weak to pull yourself onto the ilu.

Noticing your struggle, Neteyam lifted you up to seat you behind Lo'ak, whose hands were shaking with nerves. Neteyam sat after you, his chest against your back to keep you upright.

Now out of the water, your injury looked much worse. Blood poured out of your wound and down to your stomach, thick crimson streaks contrasting against your blue skin. With a raspy wheeze, your weak hand clutched your chest, the pain burning you from the inside out. You recognised the sound of Neteyam talking behind you, reassuring words that regrettably went in one ear and out the other. You were too dazed to focus on the voices around you.

"We need to get her to my mother," Tsireya spluttered, lip trembling as she fought back the tears brimming her eyes.

Neteyam nodded, and he lightly shook your shoulder to make sure you were still with him, "It will be okay, my love. We will get you to Ronal."

Your senses were fading in and out, but a drowsy mutter managed to leave your lips. "Okay," you spoke, and you felt the ilu start moving towards the shore. You tried to focus on the water swishing by your feet, but it was getting harder and harder to feel your legs.

Neteyam’s promise that you would receive the help of the tsahik seemed very unlikely though, as you recalled seeing her amongst the hoard of warriors that confronted the sky people. It seemed the brothers had come to that realisation also, and with your condition getting worse, they settled on the next best thing; laying you down so they could at least try to keep your condition stable.

Lo'ak finally arrived at a rock peeking out from amongst the waves. He got off the ilu and grabbed your legs, helping Neteyam gently pull you off the ilus back. They gently lay you on the rough, cold stone, the tightness in your chest getting worse by the second.

Your eyes darted from Neteyam to Lo'ak, who both sat beside you. Tsireya moved to sit next to Lo'ak on your left, Neteyam on your right. You slowly assessed their faces as if it was the last time you'd see them - because it likely was.

"Snap out of it, (Y/N)," Neteyam commanded, though his voice shook with unwept tears, "You will live." He took your hand in his, golden eyes staring into yours as he encouraged you to breathe. The foul, metallic smell of blood invaded his senses, so dense it almost choked him.

"Dad!" You heard Lo'ak scream, and within moments Jake appeared in your view, followed by Neytiri, who joined her oldest son on your right. You didn't have the courage or the strength to look down at your wound, but you could tell you didn't look good from their faces. Their mouths moved, but you could barely hear them, as if your head was underwater. All you could concentrate on was the severe pain in your chest now that your adrenaline was fading, and how difficult it was to breathe. Your face was pale and sweaty, brow crinkled with the effort it took to keep yourself to stay awake.

"It hurts," you sputtered, which only caused you to choke, your body producing a violent cough. Blood spilt from your lips, your body heaving as it struggled for air.

"Breathe, slowly," Jake consoled before pulling you up to inspect the wound from the back. It had gone straight through your lung.

The look on his face as he gently lowered you back down was enough. You knew you would not make it.

Neteyam's hands shook, eyes blurry with tears that he desperately blinked away so he could see you in your entirety. At his father's command, he moved his hands to put pressure on your wound, blood seeping through his fingers, "You'll be okay," He cried softly, looking into your eyes. It was consolation for him more than you, though. You could tell you were fading, and you lifted a hand to his cheek with the last energy you could muster.

"Ma Neteyam," You shuddered, teary, exhausted eyes meeting his, "I'm sorry…."

He shook his head, panicked blabbering escaping his lips, "No, no, no, (Y/N), don't do this to me."

You really wished you could do otherwise. You wanted nothing more than to stay awake and tell Neteyam that you were okay.

"I..." You started, but you were so, so tired.

Neteyam watched you expectedly, but he felt his throat close when your pupils dilated, the life leaving them and the pain in your face fading to nothing. Your body stilled, your chest fell flat, and your hand dropped away from his cheek.

"No," Neteyam quivered, bringing your hand back to his cheek, refusing to believe what his own eyes were seeing, "NO!"

He released anguished screams, his hands reaching for your face with a gut-wrenching cry. He shook you gently as if you were only in a deep slumber that he could wake you from, but your dull eyes remained unmoving.

Everything went still as Neteyam mourned the loss of his mate; the others watched through misty eyes, hearts filled with sorrow. Neteyam felt his heart ripping in two, lungs hyperventilating as if there was no more air in the world. He muttered nonsensical pleas amongst his sobs; he didn't want to believe that the great mother could be this cruel. His head rested on your chest, ears searching for a heartbeat he would never hear again.

Your funeral was surreal. Neteyam, along with Jake and Neytiri, lowered your peaceful body into the ocean depths. If not for his parents, he didn't think he would've been able to let go of you. They put their hands on his shoulder in comfort, and with a grieving heart, he released your body, watching as you drifted down into the bed of anemones. They enveloped your body with a soft glow, and you were gone.

His mother had once told him, 'all energy is only borrowed.' It was the way of the people; all would be with Eywa eventually.

It didn't make it hurt any less.

When Neteyam broke the surface, the absence of the ocean around him exposed the tears running down his cheeks.

He didn't linger after your funeral. Beneath the midnight stars, Neteyam sat on that rock. That fucking rock that he would never be able to forget. If he squinted, he swore he could still see your blood staining the jagged stone, your blood on his hands. But he knew it was all imagination, a desperate attempt to grasp that you were even real to begin with. His eyes shut as he sulked, hoping the world around him would disappear if he didn't look.

However, an unexpected glow caused him to open his eyes, and the sight before him summoned fresh tears. Swimming at his feet were numerous little squids, their tiny bodies glowing as bright as stars in the sky he sat under. They swam back and forth towards him and the ocean as if beckoning him to join them.

He recalled you swimming amongst a shoal of squids just like these as Kiri appeared to command them. You bore a bright smile on your face as you seemed to dance with the tiny creatures, and you had pulled him along with you. He remembered how silly he had felt in that moment, but he would give anything to go back. It was so simple then.

Gently, he lowered himself into the water, the little creatures doing circles around him. And finally, he dove underwater. They swam around him, flittering against him as they went. They seemed to caress his cheek the way you used to, encircling him in soothing warmth. He wished you were there with him; he thought of you, and when his eyes closed, he saw you. And for a single peaceful moment, he felt as if you were there, trying to cheer him up even if the world had separated you.

#neteyam x reader #avatar x reader #avatar the way of water #avatar #neteyam #neteyam x y/n #my fics˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

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marvelmaniac715 · 5 months

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I don’t know if it’s because it’s 1 am right now but I am very sad about Ruth Fleming and I’m gonna talk about it, you can’t stop me:

I’m also a theatre kid - I’ve been taking acting classes since the age of eight - so I recognise the pure joy and triumph in Ruth’s eyes as she performs ‘Just For Once’, finally taking a starring role, but also the wistful sadness because she will never be able to properly play the role (Lauren Lopez is an incredible actress). She is so happy, possibly the happiest she’s ever been - she’s free from the bullying and is able to indulge in her greatest dream for just a moment. And the dream is more than just the chance to perform. It’s joked about throughout the show that Ruth is horny and wants to get with someone, but the context is so much sadder. Ruth is incredibly lonely, even telemarketers won’t talk to her - she just wants somebody to touch her, to love her. In her song, her crowning glory, she can imagine a suburban life, glorifying the struggles of a middle-aged mother because she will never have even this, and she knows it. People don’t ever leave Hatchetfield, and if they do they never return. Ruth is seen as weird, and reputations are everything in Hatchetfield. By the time Ruth graduates, nobody will want to date her if they knew her in high school. Nobody will ever start a family with Ruth, so she throws herself into her performance with so much passion and desperate hope, because at heart she is still a child, barely eighteen, and children dream of love. Then, Max boos her, just as Ruth is happiest. He mocks her with theatrical terms, turning what she loves into another way to bully her, to cow her into submission. Ruth Fleming dies as she lived - alone. Then, what happens after she dies? The police mention Ruth’s demise to Grace and from what I remember, the girl barley reacts. Then, in the final mention of Ruth, Grace makes a joke as she asks Peter if his cell plan covers calls to Hell because “she’s bisexual and dead, where else would she be?” Ruth is seen as a joke even in her last moments. Unwept, unmourned. Her best friend died before she did and she never got a chance to truly mourn. Who will pray for Ruth now she’s gone? Certainly not Peter and Steph, not with Grace’s looming insanity to worry about. Ruth Fleming is played as a joke, but she is a truly tragic character, and more people need to acknowledge this.

#team starkid #starkid #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #nerdy prudes must die #ruth fleming #lauren lopez #1 am thoughts

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neverchecking · 8 months

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Day 1: Macro- With Fierce Deity

Kicking it off hot~ This one was so fun to write and I'm rather happy with how it turned out!

Smut so Minors Do Not Interact. If I find out a minor has interacted with my blog, I will block you.. Thank you!

Smut CW: Size difference, Fierce being a BIG BOY, there is penetration, but I tried to keep it pretty gender neutral! Let me know if I missed anything or accidently gendered it and I'll fix it!

This is Day one of My Kinktober so be sure to come back and check out the other days! Friendly Reminder that all of my smut is tagged 'Cindersins' including this, but this will also be tagged as 'Cinder's happy halloween' along with the run of the mill smut tags.

Kinktober Masterlist <<< >>> Day 2

“There you go.” His voice rumbled in his chest, low and deep, rolling in dark purrs along your back.

If there was one thing everyone knew about the deity behind you, it was that he, simply put, was big. An absolute unit of a being. Bringer of wars and harbinger of conflict. More blood than you could fathom had stained his fingers, drowning his soul until it had flickered from the once hopeful light to a fiery inferno of rage and hatred. He had sat upon a throne of bones and skulls, torn from the very enemies he laid to rest.

Until he had met you.

You were a direct contrast to him. Soft and naive. A being so untainted by the remains of life and the cruel corners of it, you had no choice but to shine. To push back any shadows daring to marr your own soul. To remain as untouchable as you were untouched. To remain cleansed and pure. As if plucked right from the monastery's doorstep. An unwept tear shimmering in the moonlight.

His precious jewel designed just for him.

You had awed over every little thing he was capable of. Every tale of gore and horror spun about his capabilities had others regarding him much in the same way he did himself. Like a monster capable of snapping at any given point. But you? You never held any animosity or ill will towards him. No, you remained as open and caring as you always had. Asking in the sweetly unimpeachable tone for him to lean down, only for you to bestow upon him a crown of chain linked daisies and other flowers. Pleading with him to reach a fruit too high for your delicate hands to even brush and thanking him with a press of your lips to his cheeks. Even when crossing bogs and swamps, while you had been hesitant at first, you now happily climbed onto his shoulder, perched there like a little bird while he effortlessly carried you across.

If you allowed him the privilege he’d be your chariot for as long as you desired. To feel the heat of your skin, with blood coursing through your veins, was something so startlingly beautiful to him. It was a complete contrast to the flash of heat he’d get when slashing through an enemy and their own blood would slick against his cheeks and jaw. Every part of you that made you alive was something he held near and dear. Counting your breaths while you slept and nearly panicking when you missed one or it was delayed by a mere half a second, hearing the pounding of your heart while you went on about what type of butterfly you saw that day or how many deer crossed the paths behind you. Even just the patter of your footsteps beside his, three of yours for every one of his, was such a reliable beat to him.

Even the pulsing of your walls as you clung to him, whimpering out in either pain or overwhelmed lust as you continued letting your hips fall. He had expressed his worry for you, that he would be too big for someone of your stature, but you had brushed him off, calling him ‘Silly’ for even implying such a thing. He didn’t see the connection, as it wasn’t an attempt at being humorous, but allowed you to think that way.

You had explained that it was all about muscle work. About relaxing them and stretching them, making them used to the intrusion before it happened. It just so happened that he had the fingers necessary to do it. You had taken three, which had pumped in and out of your twitchy little hole with great difficulty at first, before they were soon sliding in and out easily. Then you had become impatient, pushing his hand out and instead moving to straddle him. His cock bounced against your ass as you gently cupped his cheek. With your free hand you moved the head of his cock to prod against you, locking his lips with your own as you moved to sit down. It was a struggle with the same muscles that were so accommodating before now clenching, refusing him entry as you tried so desperately to force them to relax. When that didn’t work, he let the first praises slip past his tongue, which was so suddenly weak willed when pitted against your fiery determination.

To his surprise it had worked. Inch by inch disappeared into you before you were sitting on his lap, panting in heavy breaths as you leaned into him. He rubbed your back with a heavy hand.

“Guess you were right. It did fit.”

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daremna · 1 year

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"As if anger could be a kind of vocation for some women. It is a chilly thought. The heart is dead since infancy. Unwept for let the body go."

- The Glass Essay, Anne Carson

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elucubrare · 4 months

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Vixere fortes ante agamemnona - Brave men lived before Agamemnon. (heroism exists even if it's not recorded)

source is not important but it is SO funny that that explication is the literal opposite of the meaning of the Horace:

Vixere fortes ante Agamemnona Multi; sed omnes illacrimabiles Urguentur ignotique longa Nocte, carent quia vate sacro.

Many brave men lived before Agamemnon; but, all unwept and unknown, are lost in the distant night, since they are without a divine poet.

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allwaswell16 · 10 months

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A fic rec of One Direction fics that feature soldiers and/or war as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

—Louis/Harry—

💥 As We Were, As We Are by @jaerie *

(E, 51k, Dunkirk) Alex is a British soldier who has been injured in battle, Louis is a RAF pilot with amnesia. Somehow they put each other back together even if they get separated along the way.

💥 We're What's Right In This World by BriaMaria / @briannamarguerite

(E, 48k, soldier Harry) Or the World War II AU where Harry goes off to fight and all Louis wants to do is be the boy who brings him home.

💥 fondre ton absence by @scrunchyharry

(T, 41k, amnesia au) Determined to find Louis, Harry did everything he could in his quest to be reunited with him, except prepare for the state Louis might be in.

💥 another hazy may by deLILAh

(M, 41k, soldier Harry) louis is a terrible poet and harry lives in the now and they have six weeks to fall in love but, really, it only takes six seconds. bookshop meets military meets summer romance au ft. marlboros, the backstreet boys, and underrated literary devices.

💥 Letters to June by Larry_you_know / @larryyouknow

(M, 41k, a/b/o) It's 1915, Europe is in the middle of the Great War. Omega Louis decides to join the Letter Home Project to become someone’s penfriend.

💥 All That You Are by asphodelknox / @iamasphodelknox *

(M, 40k, Dunkirk) Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson meet on a civilian boat, taking them home after their rescue from Dunkirk.

💥 You and Me by delsicle / @eeveedel

(E, 36k, Dunkirk) Alex goes to war. He comes back and everything is the same -- his hometown, his flat, the boy with the bad heart he left behind. Everything is same. Except for him.

💥 the dead things we carry by MediaWhore / @mediawhorefics *

(M, 25k, WWII soldiers) There are some things people never fully come home from. Until, one day, if they’re lucky, home comes to them.

💥 Trouvaille by delsicle / @eeveedel

(E, 18k, Dunkirk) The last thing Alex expects to find in an abandoned neighborhood in Dunkirk, France is something he actually wants to remember.

💥 High Heels, Red Dress by @jaerie *

(E, 15k, WWII) Hiding his queer identity isn't so hard until he attracts the attention of a particular soldier. It's all lies and secrets until the war is finally over.

💥 To Honor by Awriterwrites / @a-writerwrites

(E, 14k, Scotland) Commander Styles leads his men to victory, but at what cost?

💥 Baby Honey by delsicle / @eeveedel

(E, 14k, Dunkirk) When the next great war strikes, all alphas have to ship out. Alex leaves a little more behind than some of the others.

💥 Worth the Wait by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings *

(M, 10k, WWII) WW2 soldiers get cut off for their group in a storm. They hole up in an abandoned bar and get to know each other and slowly fall for each other.

💥 You Smiled by @taggiecb

(G, 9k, Canada) Harry prepares himself and his guards for their prisoners of war, but nothing could have prepared him for the sight of the most beautiful man he has ever seen- who is now his prisoner.

💥 To Love Without Reason by @mugglemirror

(E, 8k, post WWII) “Come on in, soldier,” Louis pats Harry’s chest and walks away, leaving Harry to follow behind.

💥 beat the darkness by @turnyourankle

(T, 7k, WWI) Harry is a volunteer nurse stationed in Cairo; Louis is one of the patients in his ward.

💥 The Letters by thecheshirepussycat / @the-cheshire-pussy-cat

(NR, 5k, Dunkirk) Correspondence between Louis Tomlinson, a writer from London who is writing about the children sent to the country to escape war, and his lover Harry Styles, an officer in the British Military stationed somewhere in France.

💥 ring around the moon by unwept / @peachade *

(T, 5k, historical au) 5 slices where they seek shelter in each other.

—Rare Pairs—

💥 History in the Making by areyoutherelarry

(E, 45k, Zayn/Liam) Liam, a soldier, and Zayn, an art therapist, meet at an art fair and immediately are attracted to each other, but Zayn has a kid and a dead fiancée and Liam has a career to think about.

💥 Write me not by sweet_mysterie

(G, 23k, Niall/Harry) Niall has never had anything he’s thought was worth fighting for and Harry just wants to fight for his own cause.

#ficrec #1dficvillage #trackinghome #trackinghappily #hltracks #1dsource #tracksintheam

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