It’s important to note that this is the first non-canon side comic I’ve started- this isn’t actually part of the canon story. It’s more of a fun ‘what if’ scenario to explore. Even though he probably actually never would, what if Fresh decided to possess Fatal_Error? What would happen next?
I have several ideas for comics like these, but I can’t start some until certain parts of the canon story have happened, or else they won’t make any sense, or might spoil something in the main comic before we get to it. The same can be said for the canon side comics too - it’s all about timing. So comics like these might pop up from time to time, and update as we go along.
Louis is a riding instructor at a summer camp, and Harry is a fellow counselor who he’s been successfully managing his crush on for the last two summers. That is, until Harry shows up this year leveled up and lethal, and all Louis’s formerly perfected veneer of nonchalance melts like a Popsicle in the sun.
After completing his prestigious dance training overseas, Harry returns to England to begin teaching in one of London’s elite ballet schools. Only, certain dancers aren’t too happy to have him suddenly on board. Or his well-fitted lycra uniform. Throw in some unusual dynamics, tense elevation demonstrations and an unlikely dance partnership, and you’ve got yourself a pretty interesting edition of Matthew Bourne’s ‘Swan Lake’.
Or the one where Harry is the new ballet teacher, despite him being younger than everyone in his class, and Louis is less than impressed by his inescapable talent. They sort themselves out eventually.
**I am in love with this fic. Listen, even if you don’t love ballet, you will love this.
“Of course, the ONE time a ridiculously attractive man shows up at Louis’ home, butt naked, he turns out to be an arrogant love god. Not only that, but he’s an arrogant love god facing a multi-million pound lawsuit, possible banishment from Mount Olympus, and a shit ton of adjustment issues.”
Alternatively: Harry is Cupid, Louis and Liam own a law firm, and they’re all getting sued.
**HARRY CRIES GLITTER!! NEED I SAY MORE?!?! But in all seriousness, this fic is gold. Go read it!!
Harry knows, objectively, that he shouldn’t try to get his ghostwriter into bed. He knows. But…he finds it hard to resist temptation when Louis waltzes into his home and his life and turns everything upside down. And, as it turns out, Louis might just need a little turning upside down too.
**This fic was a treat to read. Harry is a troubled soul and Louis helps him figure himself out.
You Won’t Believe Who Was Spotted Leaving Harry Styles’ Primrose Hill Pad!
If Harry was being completely honest, it probably wasn’t the best idea to be a world-renowned popstar and an infamous vigilante.
(Especially when all the comic books said never reveal your secret identity to keep your loved ones safe – which was all well and good, until Louis.)
Or: Harry wants a lot of things – fame, glory, Louis – but that last one is particularly hard to get when everyone thinks you’re dating your secret superhero alter-ego and suddenly you’ve become your own worst cockblock.
**This is fucking hilarious!! A very funny twist to your vigilante fics!!
Louis is the father to the most brilliant little boy in the world who is all Louis really needs, or at least that’s what he tells himself. Harry is a gorgeous boybander fresh off a two year break and a massive scandal that’s left him a little broken and more than ready to move on.
They fall in love.
**I have been following this one since it had been a WIP. It is a good read.
For as long as anyone can remember, Old Hillsbridge Manor has always been believed to be haunted. Everyone in the village agrees and keeps a respectful, fearful, distance. New in town after a bad breakup and an internship that led to disappointment rather than a permanent job, Harry Styles figures taking pictures of the decrepit building could be a great new creative project. Or at least a much-needed distraction while he searches for a job and crashes at his parents’ new house. No one warned him about the apparitions though; about the music, the laughter, the people who flicker and vanish when you call after them, the echoes of a past that should be long gone… Harry has never believed in spirits but even he can admit that there’s something weird going on. What starts as mere curiosity evolves into a full-blown investigation and soon enough, Harry finds himself making friends with an aristocrat from the 1920s and struggling with finding the best way to tell him that he’s dead.
The Ghost Hunter AU where Niall lives to prove ghosts are real, Zayn is a skeptical librarian and Harry gets caught up in a century-old mystery and catches feeling in the process.
**This fic has probably been recced everywhere in every list as it should be. It is one of the most unique fics I have read. Also, the feels are real. Get ready to cry.
The Nanny AU in which Louis is the sassy gay Nanny-by-accident taking care of the kids of movie director Harry Styles. Also there’s Liam as the butler, Niall as Louis’ best friend, Zayn as the model/actor and Nick as Harry’s partner from work that maybe wants a bit more from Harry than cooperation.
**This is hilarious, Also, Nick is a dick. So, you know, a warning…
Louis Tomlinson has just landed his dream job, coaching soccer at Augustus University. When he moves into a new house near campus, he meets his very fit new neighbor, English professor Harry Styles. Although their first meeting leads to an instant mutual dislike, the more Harry gets to know Louis, the more he likes what he sees.
Or the one where Harry’s African grey parrot spills his dirty secrets to his very hot neighbor.
**This one was so good, guys. You will fall in love with Darcy, the parrot. And it got me looking into parrots and stuff. They are awesome!! But read this fic first!!! I am also quite curious about the writer. I really liked their writing style and would love to read more of their works!!
Harry has dreamed of a world outside the tiny village of Holmes Chapel for as long as he can remember… a world full of magic and adventure and true love. It was nothing but a childhood dream, however, until an old family friend comes bearing word of a plot against Harry’s life and a very dangerous truth: Harry is the rightful heir to the crown and must embark on a perilous quest to reclaim his throne from the ruthless would-be King Simon. But in the end Harry will find himself fighting for more than a crown, and on the verge of losing something much more precious than his sovereign power. Because magic might be real, but life is not a fairy tale, and Harry is a prince up against a very big dragon.
Or: a medieval fantasy AU in which Harry is a prince in disguise and Louis is the king of the faeries.
Harry has been alive for decades, and yet he’s never been as confused and dumbfounded. He’s a witch, for God’s sake. Can’t get much weirder than all the magical things he’s experienced throughout his lifetime. Never in a million years, however, would he have expected to be mere inches away from a hybrid.
Or: Harry is a witch who’s still working on developing his powers and Louis is a werecat who falls into his life and turns it upside down.
**I LOVED THIS FIC!!! I LOVED EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS FIC!! i WOULD GIVE MY LIFE FOR THIS FIC!! I mean, KittenHybrid!Louis, Witch!Harry, Matchmaker!Steve!!! What else do you need?!?! Go read this, right now!!
Nicky was exasperated. It was obvious by the way he looked out of breath even though he was just standing there being rather noisey.
Neil scrunched up his nose. As much as he loved Nicky, he wouldn’t mind hearing him less right now.
“What’s your point, Nicky?”
The thing with Nicky, however, was that when you requested a straight answer, you instead got a show.
Act one of this show was apparently looking around at the rest of the foxes and proclaiming, “Can you believe this kid?!”
Andrew was coming from his appointment with Bee so wasn’t at the locker rooms yet for practice. Neil found himself silently hoping he would get there faster to shut Nicky up.
Usually everybody would just let Nicky go on his rant, half ignoring him and half egging him on. But when Neil looked past him, he realized that all the Foxes were actually paying attention. Their eyes were focused on Neil with a combination of pity, confusion, and general annoyance.
Nicky was making a huge fuss now, not actually getting to the point but rather going around it. “Of all the days to not know-”
But Matt cut him off. Which was odd, because Matt usually didn’t cut Nicky off.
try not to think about the soft touches klance give each other when they’re lying in bed together.
the way lance uses his thumb to trace circles into keith’s cheek, smiling at him all fond
keith rubbing his hand along lance’s side in soothing motions, sometimes swiping his thumb across skin and tugging him closer when keith shifts to get comfy
the soft humming lance does as he peppers keith’s face with light kisses, sometimes lingering long enough to press one to the corner of keith’s mouth
the way keith can’t help but smile at the kisses, eyes still closed and content as he tries to catch them all with his lips, most of the time he misses but the affection is all the same
how lance mumbles soft words to keith, telling him how beautiful and good he is, how much he loves him and about all the things he’s going to show him when they go home
and keith can never respond the way he wants to when lance comes at him with words like this - he’s never really been very good with words in general. he just tugs lance close to his chest, wrapping his arms around him as he presses a kiss to his forehead and breathes softly into his hair, mumbling i love yous in response as he strokes his hand along lance’s back
From the commentary, apparently Jubilee’s the fashionable team vampire mom, Morph is the resident Sad Boy, Hindsight’s the new half Korean character (like writer Christina Strain herself) who has psychometric powers and loves vintage clothing, Bling is struggling to find herself and fit in her diamond skin, and Naturegirls going to have a hard time connecting with the others because she understands nature better then people. There wasn’t info for Eyeboy and Quentin, but the art is from Christina Strain’s twitter. Strain chose artist Amilcar Pina to be the penciller bc of his alternative and modern style. Check both of them out on Twitter! Issue 1 of Generation X is coming out in May!
She was one of the only campers left waiting at the pick-up spot, having wandered away from Max to explore a mysterious rustling from the bushes. (This, it turned out, was a squirrel; Quartermaster seemed more than capable of sorting it out and had pulled her away from the animal by her overalls.) But … Well, David had to admit that he’d been so worried about Max being lonely or upset about the summer ending that he’d almost forgotten about the adventurous young camper. So it was with no small amount of guilt that he met her eyes, watching anxiously as she scuffed her toes along the ground and glanced over her shoulder at Sleepy Peak Peak.
“Well, uh … I think my parents aren’t coming?”
David sprang to his feet, leaving Max to continue drawing in the dirt and ignoring him. “Don’t be silly! It’s only noon, after all! And Max is still here,” he added, gesturing at him.
Max looked from David to Nikki, something almost like concern in his expression. “David, are you being fucking stupid again?” He stood, pouring as much resentment into the motion as possible. “What’s up, Nik?”
She shrugged, stuffing her hands in her pockets. “It’s just that Mom said Dad was picking me up yesterday because of his Sunday Golf Tournaments, and he didn’t. So …”
“What?!” David tried to keep his voice calm, but he couldn’t help wincing as it leapt up to what Gwen called “dog-whistle levels.” “Wh … why didn’t you tell us that, Nikki?” As a matter of fact, why hadn’t her parents told them that? They were in charge, after all!
“I was gonna, but then Max and Neil decided to try and blow up the Supply Shed and that sounded like more fun!”
Oh, dear. David whipped out his phone and sent a quick text to Quartermaster and Gwen: ‘stay away from the supply shed might be dangerous’ Then he narrowed his eyes at the two of them, putting his hands on his hips. “Now, kids, that was very irresponsible of you –”
“Yeah yeah,” Max interrupted, rolling his eyes. “How about you just do your goddamn job and figure out where Nikki’s parents are?”
Oh. Of course, that made sense. “R-right. Thanks, Max!”
He had all the campers’ parents saved in his contacts for easy access, just in case. So he didn’t have to leave their side as he looked up Mariana Zuckerman’s number and listened to the line ring.
Finally there was a tiny click. “You’ve reached 555-0175. Dr. Zuckerman isn’t available right now, so please leave a message at the –”
He snapped the phone shut, shaking his head. “No worries,” he chirped to the kids; Nikki was watching a line of ants travel through the grass, but Max’s eyes were trained on him, tiny pinpricks of searing turquoise. “We’ll just try Mr. Sherwood then …”
Nikki’s dad didn’t pick up, either.
That was … well, of course it wasn’t troubling, David wouldn’t jump to conclusions so quickly! But he would have to give her parents a friendly reminder that it was important to have their phones on them at all times.
Then again, maybe they were driving. That made sense.
“Why didn’t they pick up?” Max demanded, startling David out of his thoughts and nearly making him drop the phone.
“Oh, I’m sure they’re on their way!”
He just stared for a few long moments. Then turned with a heavy sigh, shaking his head. “I’m gonna go find Gwen.”
“Max, don’t –” But it was too late; faster than he’d ever seen the boy move, Max was trotting across the small grassy clearing that served as Camp Campbell’s pick-up spot, over to where Gwen had her nose buried in a magazine about … something or other, he didn’t really understand most of what she read.
Maybe Max had the right idea, though. Gwen would know what to do, even if she was a bit of a worrywart. He straightened, feeling better already as he tried dialing Nikki’s mother again. There was no point in panicking, which meant he’d just ignore the niggling worming sickness in his stomach until it went away.
a/n: i’m fuckin dying where is this angst coming from why am i so troubled who hurt me
The sunlight shining into Shawn’s eyes woke him up, and the pounding in his head kept him awake. He opened his eyes, and sat up on the bed. “Babe?” He asked, stretching. He saw the Advil and water, and thanked you silently as he popped the bottle open, and swallowed the pills with a few gulps of water.
Getting out of bed, Shawn didn’t see you in the bathroom, nor did he see you in the spare room where you usually did yoga in the morning. “Honey? You home?” He asked, walking out into the hall. He passed the mirror that was hanging up, and froze.
Walking backwards, he looked at his chest in the mirror, and he felt his stomach turn. “No.” He whispered, adrenaline pumping through his veins.
“…and no drinking!” ordered julian sternly, though everyone just laughed. livvy ran straight for the bar, dru excitedly skipping behind her. emma gave julian a look as if to say what did you expect? julian just smiled in return as emma took his wrist and pulled him to the bar. ty glanced at kit as kit grinned devilishly and grabbed his hand, running to the bar.
the LA institute was invited to one of magnus’ parties in new york, so there they were (except tavvy, who was left with diana at the institute), excited because magnus’ parties was always a good time.
kit got two pale purple drinks, which ty questioned.
“they’re safe, don’t worry,” said magnus, leaning between kit and ty. his chest was bare and only wore sparkly red pants. “drink up, young lovers.”
“we don’t follow mundane laws,” grinned magnus, winking at kit.
and so they drank. well, kit did.
nine drinks later, kit was a hot drunken mess, arms linked around ty’s shoulders as ty walked around, trying to find livvy, or somewhere to sit. “where the hell is she?” whispered ty, though he could have yelled it and not have been heard because magnus’ party sounded like heavy metal.
“shhh,” hushed kit, pressed a finger to ty’s lips. “no swearing.”
ty rolled his eyes and pressed a kiss to kit’s finger and kit buried his face into the nook of ty’s neck, flustered.
kit’s legs totally gave out, dragging on magnus’ floor as ty pulled kit around. he sighed an aggravated sigh before murmuring, “you know what?” and pulled kit onto his back. a piggyback, the mundanes would call it.
kit laughed and wrapped his arms around ty’s shoulders. “you’re cute,” kit said in ty’s ear. “we should go out sometime.”
ty laughed at that, teeth showing and everything. livvy noticed from a distance and snapped a few pictures of them on her phone, two young lovers walking through a busy crowd of happy people.
“but really,” whispered kit, voice dropping. “i’ll take you out. wherever you want, babe.”
“tempting, but maybe i’ll pass,” smiled ty. “just sit down please, my love.”
he plopped kit down on a velvety sofa, who giggled and tugged on ty’s grey sweatshirt. he pulled hard enough for ty to fall on top of kit.
“‘my love?’ that’s cute. you’re cute. no, you’re hot,” rambled kit, pulling ty in close by his waist. “very hot,” whispered kit. ty felt himself redden.
“you’re a flirty drunk, aren’t you?” asked ty, moving so that his long legs covered in black skinny jeans was draped over kit’s lap. though he leaned close to kit.
“on a scale from one to ten, you’re a nine and i’m the one you need,” giggled kit. ty snorted and fixed kit’s messy hair. ty noticed kit blush and look into his lap, shy from ty’s face being so close to kit’s.
“let me take you out,” pouted kit. ty sighed and held kit’s hands in kit’s lap. “kit. we, you and i, are dating. you already took me out four months ago.”
“we are?” ty nodded. kit smiled and leaned close to ty’s face. “and how did i manage to get someone like you to date someone like me?” he asked in a low voice. ty smiled and quickly gave kit a kiss.
“i like you. i love you, really. you’re cute- and funny when you’re drunk.”
“i think i love you too,” slurred kit, grinning. he rested his hands on ty’s legs.
“that’s a relief,” chuckled ty. he ran his hands through kit’s hair in a pattern.
and if someone from the party was to look at magnus’ velvet sofa, they would see an intoxicated blond boy falling in love all over again with a boy with dark hair, his legs across his lap. his back arched to be close to the blond, to run his slender fingers through his hair while the blond stares at him, eyes full of love.
and of course, ty took care of kit when he dealt with his first hangover the next day.
Sormik week day 6! Woohoo! I’m back. No baby Sormiks this time, but have all the more fluff. This one is for @amarietie/ @tmariea for Storms in Our Blood. Today’s theme is “Lastonbell—Promises/Acceptance”, and although this scene indeed takes place in Elysia and has nothing to do with the Lastonbell promise, I figured the prompt was as good as any to do a marriage proposal. I… I went over the top with the cheesiness, didn’t I? *hides* The layers have fancy names to distract from the ridiculous romance going on here. Like “background panels”, background background”, “fucking rain”, “fucking lightning”, “rainy bits” and “rainy muchs”.
Anyway, I’m sorry this is so rushed, but I hope it gets the idea across just fine! I really really hope you like it, Mari! :,) This is my little thanks for your kind words and deeds for me, and for your Earth Armatus Rose occasionally saving my ass in ToLink, hoho. HAPPY SEVERAL MONTHS LATE BIRTHDAY OR SOMETHING
For everyone else: go read the story, it includes more artistic use of seraphic artes, and more kisses in the rain, if that doesn’t convince you I don’t know what to tell you