and if someone could write a fic

His Mission

Writing Prompt from @charlesdances​ : 

Aight how about your take on how Tarkin got fatally wounded via blaster fire. How/when/where it happened is totes up to you! My only input would be at some point he only notices it because someone pointed it out (up to you who it is as well could be just a trooper/officer/etc) and him looking at it and just being disdained and saying ‘oh for kriff’s sake’ before fainting. Then we get to also see what happens afterwards when he wakes up in a med bay somewhere. He’d probably be like 'how long was I out?’ before getting really riled up because he’s been out for a week and he tries to get up only to be reprimanded by the nurse in charge XD

His Mission 

“This is not how a reconnaissance mission is supposed to go, General Skywalker,” Tarkin sighed, showing a mere fraction of the annoyance he felt at the dire situation.

Their odds of survival were irritatingly low and it was all because of General Skywalker’s bumbling bravado which signaled every droid in the Separatist Base to their presence.

“Relax, Captain,” Anakin said, with an infuriatingly easy smile. “My mission was to be your your bodyguard during this recon and I’ve never failed a mission.”

“And yet here we are in a predicament where my body is, indeed, not being very well guarded,” Tarkin replied, sourly. “Also, you should not tempt fate with such statements.”

Ironically, Tarkin and Anakin were forced back into the very warehouse Tarkin was entrusted to investigate. The Captain could not help but smirk at discovering that the Separatists had indeed been the ones to steal several y-wings and munition caches from under the Republic’s nose. It was a pity he would not survive to relay the information to Chancellor Palpatine.

Another unit of B1 battle droids appeared on the upper catwalk of the warehouse, lining up with blasters all trained on the two intruders. 

The lower deck was similarly filled with B1’s, peppered with deadly B3 droids, their deadly gauntlets pointing past Anakin, directly at Tarkin.

Ready,” shouted the yellow-accented B1 captain.

Roger Roger,” shouted the rest of the droids.

Anakin put himself between the droids and Tarkin, igniting his light blade. “Go hide in that crate over there, Captain. I’ll take care of them.”

“Absolutely not,” Tarkin balked, stepping aside and drawing a second blaster from his thigh holster. “I am not entirely helpless, general. I am a captain for a reason.”

Aim!” Commanded the captain.

Roger Roger!” Came the mechanical chorus.

“Suit yourself,” Anakin shrugged, “but as your bodyguard I advise-”

“This is not a Republic courtroom, Anakin,” Tarkin snapped. “Stop advising and ready yourself.”

Anakin frowned at Tarkin. “Ready for what?”

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asingleredheart  asked:

Hello. Probably a silly question, but I just want to be sure. Yuuri's anxiety counts as mental illness, right? It seems sort of weird that it wouldn't, but I can't imagine how someone could write a YoI fic featuring Yuuri without it coming up at some point, so why make it shit?

Okay, in all fairness, I think it came from a well meaning thing. Anxiety disorders are a mental illness. They are often comorbid with depression and neurodevelopmental disorders. I think they are under the impression that there are WRONG ways to show how anxiety disorders can affect people. When in reality, it isn’t as clear cut as that. But I have been told I am a tad naive, so don’t take my word for it.  Yuuri’s binge eating behaviour to deal with stress could certainly be one physical example of anxiety manifestation. Sometimes, honestly, you don’t realise you even have a problem - because it is normality to you.   

psa: don’t mention commissions/patreon on AO3

Hi guys! So I know we all don’t actually read the terms and conditions of things and just hit agree assuming there’s nothing important in there (I do it too oops) but if you take writing commissions or anything involving money, then there’s actually something in the AO3 terms and conditions to be aware of.

Linking to a personal website or blog/social network where you are taking donations, posting commissions or mentioning published works is permitted, but advertising it directly on the Archive is not, nor is using language which one might interpret as requesting financial contributions. For example, you can say something to the effect of “check out my Tumblr if you want to know more about me and my writing” and include the link to the site, but you cannot specifically state anything about donations, commissions or sales on the Archive.

Today someone reported one of my fics as violating this condition - presumably because I’d mentioned my patreon in the author’s note (I wasn’t actively requesting donations either… I’d literally just mentioned that it existed, and that the fic in question was written as a thank-you for hitting one of my goals).

I’ve written to AO3 to check whether just saying ‘thank you to those who support me on patreon’ is fine and I’ll let you guys know when they get back to me, but if it’s still going too far in terms of being a ‘commercial promotion’ then I’ll just avoid mentioning this in the future! :’)

As I said, someone did actually report my fic for this - so there are people out there who are noticing/reporting these situations. Please be aware of this if you take fic commissions, or use patreon or ko-fi, because your account could end up suspended, which of course no one wants!

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spice up those coffee shop AUs
  • sure, i used to be a regular, but i literally haven’t been to this coffee shop in two years. how do you still remember my order??
  • you wrote my name down wrong the first time i came here and i didn’t correct you, but you’re really sweet and now i don’t know how to tell you you’ve been calling me by the wrong name for the past month.
  • i’m the manager and one of the other employees keeps drawing amazing art on the chalkboards, but i can’t figure out who it is?? i’ve been keeping a meticulous schedule to figure out whose shift it appears during
  • i work opening shift, but whenever i get there at 5:30 somehow you’re always already there, looking flawlessly put together. you haven’t even had your coffee yet. tell me your secrets.
  • we’re coworkers but we work different shifts and communicate exclusively through post-it notes. maybe i should just give you my phone number already so you can tell me more about the lady who ordered a latte for her ten year old.
  • you and your friend always sit at the table a couple down from mine and gossip in [insert language here], which happens to be a language i’m currently learning. i’ve been eavesdropping to try and improve my listening comprehension and oh my god are you actually talking about how hot i am??? 
  • i love hot chocolate So Much but it’s embarrassing to be the adult ordering hot chocolate at a coffee shop, so do you think you could announce that it’s a different drink when you’re giving it to me??
  • at the local coffee shop, there’s a chess set set up in one corner of the shop and every morning i move one piece. later in the day, someone else always moves a piece too. i’m dying to know who i’m playing against.
  • i’m a new hire and you’re trying to show me how to use the espresso machine. i actually already know how to use it, but i’m pretending to be incompetent so that you’ll keep talking to me. please don’t fire me.

Paint Me In A Million Dreams by green_feelings 

Pairing: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson (side Liam Payne/Zayn Malik) 

Rating: Mature to Explicit 

Word Count: 72k (estimated 100k) 

Summary: 

Harry’s one of Hollywood’s biggest actors, has made a name for himself in prestigious films and lives the life of a superstar. There’s just one thing missing to make it picture-perfect, but the one Harry’s in love with is completely out of reach for him. Enter Louis, one of Hollywood’s biggest actors himself, who just came out of the closet and taps new genres in the industry. When Louis sacks the role Harry auditioned for in Scorsese’s next big film, their irrational feud starts. Who could have guessed it would get even worse when for promo season, their teams decide to present them as a couple for publicity?

In short, Harry’s in love with someone and doesn’t care about dating anyone else, Louis never felt home in L.A., Liam writes love songs for someone he shouldn’t write love songs to, and Niall makes everything better with good food.

The wonderful, beautiful edit is by @dreamofsilver <3

Chapter 1/// Chapter 2 ///  Chapter 3 /// Chapter 4 /// Chapter 5 /// Chapter 6  /// Chapter 7 /// Chapter 8 ///

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heartbreak chronicles {1} | M

 PT 1 | PT 2ONGOING

Contains: bad crack, smut {fuckboy!jimin}

Words: 10,164

Summary: Park Jimin had it all — good grades, a place as the soccer team’s captain and, more than that, the broken hearts of at least half the campus’ population. Though, one thing he did not have was someone willing to break his heart and, after you were dragged inside a miraculous plan to play that part, the last thing counted on was the preposterous idea that, perhaps, you could fall for him as well.

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A/N: I tried out a “lighter” writing style for… whatever this is. Hope you guys like it! | This fic is based on the movie “John Tucker must die” | SUB!BTS COLLAB

The girl’s request echoed on the warm air of your living room, dancing on silence as your body was covered in shock. For an instant, you truly believed you had misheard her words, replacing them for something much more unrealistic. Regardless, as the quietude fell like a blanket over the two of you, you noticed, at last, that your friend could not be more serious. “You want me to do what?” You finally asked, flabbergasted.

The night had started normally — and that was all that you could ever wish for. All that you wanted was to rest after an exhausting week, merely putting your your pajamas and watching shallow TV shows until your tiredness forced you to go to sleep. You wanted to get some pizza and gossip with your roommate about the most frivolous of subjects, allowing for the storm of stress and unfinished projects to disperse from around your head.

However, she had a different idea of how that night would unfold. “We want you to break his heart,” Lisa told you with utter serenity, as if the words that had left her mouth were no more than mundane. “Thought that was quite clear.”

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→ all that is gold (m)

Originally posted by chimtae


Sub!BTS collab

pairing → Taehyung x Reader

genre → roommate!au + sugar baby!au, smut, angst

warnings sub!taehyung, skype sex, masturbation, orgasm denial, possessiveness, slight breath play, oral sex, dirty talk, thigh riding, tae ends up sort of a switch? idk

☆ word count → 11.2k

☆ summary → As a college student struggling to make ends meet, Taehyung resorts to a less than ethical method to satisfy his appetite for expensive treats. The last thing he wants is for you to find out how he acquires the Gucci in his closet… however this proves to be difficult when you are his roommate.

or : Taehyung is a sugar baby and somehow thinks he can keep this a secret


☆ a/n → ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Thor: Ragnarok [Fix-it Canon AU] - Jane Foster is worthy

While on Earth, Thor is attacked. His hammer is destroyed and he’s taken prisoner. But Mjolnir is no ordinary hammer. It’s capable of reassembling itself. But now, without Thor to wield it or Odin to command it, Mjolnir is free to choose its own Thor. And after years of spending time with mortals, there is one in particular it knows to be worthy. Mjolnir chooses none other than Jane Foster as the new Thor, Goddess of Thunder.

Jane is then transported to the gladiator’s arena where she finds Thor - who is now going by the name ‘Odinson’. When he sees her, he realizes his vision hadn’t been about Loki, as he suspected, but about Jane. Together, they escape back to Asgard where Jane has to fight for the right to keep Mjolnir. Odinson, disheartened by the loss of his hammer, decides to leave Asgard and travel the Nine Realms in search of redemption.

While on Asgard, Jane finds an unlikely ally in Loki. He seems bound and determined to ensure that she’s allowed to keep the hammer. Jane suspects he has some ulterior motives, but it’s still nice to have someone on her side. So she and Loki come to an uneasy truce, much like they did when he helped save her from the Aether.

But their alliance is put to the test when Hela invades Asgard. She is hellbent on revenge and will stop at nothing to punish Odin. Even if that means completely destroying Asgard. Jane and Loki barely make it out alive. After the loss of his home, Loki becomes depressed but Jane knows if they’re going to stand any chance of victory, she’s going to need his help.

Finally persuaded by Jane, Loki takes up arms against Hela and her forces. They are later joined by Odinson and those who escaped Asgard in time. Together, they manage to defeat Hela on another world. And somewhere along the way, between bickering and battling, Jane and Loki find that they have more to offer each other than just an alliance.

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anonymous asked:

snowbaz soulmates au where the ink you write on your skin appears on your soulmate's skin and vice versa

Okay, I really let my imagination run away with my words here. :D I really love this trope. But what if we took this a step further? What if, instead of soul mates, this was actually a spell that could be used to communicate with someone from far away?

Sometime around seventh year, this spell is taught in Magickal Words. And you get forced with a partner to learn it. Baz and Simon get partnered up, of course. And Simon botches the spell and makes it relatively permanent.


At first, neither of them really do anything about it. Simon might occasionally draw a stupid face or something on his arm just to piss off Baz. But Baz makes certain to no longer make notes to himself on his skin. It’s like this for almost a month. Until Simon goes on a mission for the Mage, and he receives dozens of cuts all over his arm and a few across his chest. It isn’t until he’s checking his cuts on his way back that he notices something written on his wrist.

Snow. Are you hurt?

Simon is really confused by this at first. Because why on earth would Baz be writing to him when he never has before? He immediately searches for a pen.

I’m fine, he writes back. Why? His handwriting is atrocious compared to Baz’s.

Suddenly, all these small arrows start appearing on Simon’s skin, each one pointing to his cuts. He looks under his shirt at his chest; there are some there, too.

I’m covered in scars, appears underneath his writing.

Fuck. It suddenly makes sense. He must have really fucked up the spell, and now Baz is getting all these marks on his skin where Simon’s cuts are.

I was cut, Simon writes. Do they hurt you?

Not much, Baz writes back. Be careful next time.

Simon doesn’t write back. He doesn’t know what to say. They don’t speak about it at all when he gets back. Nothing happens again until a few weeks later, over Christmas break.

Simon is sitting on his bed at Watford, trying to enjoy the quiet, when a large scar appears along the side of his neck and over his collarbone. He doesn’t notice it immediately, but begins to feel a burning sensation there. It isn’t until he goes into the bathroom to shower that he sees it. It terrifies him to see such a scar that large. He immediately runs out of the bathroom and grabs a pen.

Baz, what happened?    

Dueling. The reply is almost instant.

With who?

My father.

Did you lose?

Yes.

This almost makes Simon shiver. Baz so easily admitting defeat. In the form of one beautifully written word on his skin.

Simon walks back to the bathroom and stares at the scar in the mirror. It still burns. Burns like magick. Baz must have been hit pretty hard to have a scar left like this. He traces it up and down, wondering what it must look like against Baz’s grey skin.

Does it hurt? Came another set of words on the back of his hand.

It burns, Simon writes. Are you in pain?

I can handle it, forms along his right hand. Simon snorts at this. Of course Baz would be ambidextrous. Simon searches along his arm for a place to write but it’s all full of words. He then looks down at his legs. He’s wearing boxers, so he can write there. He’s not sure if Baz will see it immediately, but he decides to write there anyway.

I’m not left-handed, Baz, he writes. And then because of the extra space on his leg, he adds, I can’t write on my right arm.

So you decide to write on your leg instead? Idiotic, Snow. The reply appears on Simon’s leg, right under his own words. And it was almost instant again. Simon tries not to wonder if Baz is actually wearing pants at this moment.

You wrote on your own leg too, Simon writes.

To prove a point that it’s idiotic.

How is it idiotic if you’re doing it too?

There isn’t an instant reply this time, and Simon realizes they’ve written all the way from his knee cap to the top of his thigh. Something they could only do if they’re both not wearing pants. Simon really tries not to think about it.


(I don’t know what this was, I’m sorry. But maybe I’ll turn it into a real fic one day :D)

Someone Could Love You More

Alexander Hamilton has no idea what to expect when he transfers to Liberty High private school. He definitely doesn’t expect to meet people who might actually be his friends. Or too try and join Student Council. Turns out making it on to Student Council was the easy part. Actually managing to do anything with his position was a whole different battle. Winning was easy, making change is harder.

John Laurens is ready for high school to be over. He’s sick of pretending to be someone he’s not. When Alexander Hamilton walks into his life John can’t help but think maybe he can be himself in high school after all.

aka: The one where everyone takes student council too seriously and idiots try and understand love. No one asked for this but I’m not sorry.

a/n: First off thanks to @clarkescrusade for being a beta and cheerleader and the best friend a gal could ask for! This is chapter one and I’ll be aiming to post a chapter every Sunday! Please let me know what you think I need constant validation :)

you know you’re on my mind

This is part 1/? of a human AU I’ve been wanting to write for AGES in which Derek and Stiles are long-distance friends/pen pals. Derek lives in California and Stiles lives in Poland. Features brief past Stiles/Malia (Derek and Malia aren’t related in this AU). Idk how long this fic could eventually get; I’m hoping to just work on it as I get the time/inspiration. 

 Title from “Mind Over Matter” by Young the Giant because that song always makes me think of LDRs. 

EDIT: This WIP is now also up on AO3 here.

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If there’s one thing Derek’s learned in life, it’s that crushing on someone who lives on an entire other fucking continent is probably a bad idea.

He’s got dozens of photos of Stiles saved to his phone, and a whole box of letters from Stiles, and years’ worth of emails from Stiles, and a whole wall of postcards from Stiles pinned up on the wall over his bed, and none of it is enough.

He wants to do things to Stiles, okay, things besides just watch movies together in two different time zones or talk on skype.

…which… is kind of a new feeling.

Derek didn’t even know he liked guys until three years ago, freshman year of high school, when Stiles came home from a party raving about this girl he’d kissed, Malia something-or-other, and how Malia’s hair was so soft, and how Malia had the prettiest brown eyes and the best laugh, and—and suddenly Derek wanted to throw his computer against the wall.

“I have to go,” he’d snapped, and slammed his laptop shut and thrown on some jogging clothes.

He was five miles deep into the Preserve before it really sank in, not just the jealousy but the absurdity of the jealousy. He and Stiles had never even met, technically. They were probably never going to live in the same country. There was no logical reason for them not to date other people. Especially given that Stiles might not even like guys, or like him.

Still, he was secretly, guiltily, viciously satisfied when Stiles and Malia broke up barely two weeks later.

And since then the crush has gotten, if anything, worse.

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Historical Fanfic No One Asked For: Blue Coat Red Coat

Steve found his mark in the barn.

He held his wounded belly, chest rising and falling. A wounded, wild animal. He looked up at Steve with all the defiance a dying man could muster. Steve held his bayonet at the ready. He should’ve shot. The man was a rebel, a traitor to the king. But that look in those steel eyes– they spoke of desperation, of a life suppressed and denied freedom. Steve wasn’t daft. In those eyes, Steve saw himself, clear and free of England’s patriotism. He wore the colors of oppression, the symbol of a king who let others die in his stead, he grew up reciting prayers altered to fit a king angered by the Catholic Church. He was a lie, and all it took was that flash, unfiltered, raw and so very clear in the blue coat’s gaze. So Steve lowered his bayonet, dropped to his knees and pulled out his bandages. 

The man flinched away, but his throat betrayed him with mangled whines of pain. He let Steve undo the buttons on his jacket and rip open his cotton shirt. The wound glistened in the barn. Orange flames from Steve’s lantern painted the man’s chest in wild flashes of color. Steve pulled out a flask of water, cleaning the wound. He’d need ale to prevent infection, but Steve couldn’t move him like this. 

“W-why? So you c-can take me prisoner? Torture me for information?” The man spit in Steve’s face. “Fuck you.” 

“No.” Steve wiped the saliva off his cheek. “Because fuck the king. That’s why.” 

The man’s eyes rounded, his sharp gaze was less wolf and more human. His skin even warmed as he relaxed against the hay. 

“Those’re traitor’s words,” he said before coughing. “You’re a captain.” He pointed to the gorget over Steve’s sternum. 

“Yeah well, maybe I’ve seen enough people die for a man who’s too scared to fight his own battles.” 

The man tried to laugh, but it came out garbled and wet. He rested his head back, adam’s apple bobbing. “Welcome to the rebellion, red coat.”

“What’s your name, blue coat?”

The man flashed a smile, his canines glinting in the lantern light. With a wince, he sat up more, holding the bandages where Steve packed the wound. “Get me outta here alive, and I’ll think about telling you.” 

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Today, Thai users in twitter have a little trend by using an app to change an actor into a woman. I couldn’t resist the trend because Eddie’s already so damn cute being a man. I don’t disappoint! OMG LOOK AT THIS CUTIE!!!!

I MEAN SHE IS SO GORGEOUS OMFG

Now I want Graves x Fem!Newt fic with burning passion of the sun omg ; w ;;;  or just Fem!Newt with any male character…. *sobs*

Flowers for my sister

A/N: So when I was in Jr/Sr high they had fundraisers where for a dollar someone could buy you a rose & have it sent to on Valentine’s day. Throughout the day people would go into the classroom & pass out the flowers. They had notes on it with who it was from & whatever message they wanted. So I’m sitting here going “what fic should I write for Valentine’s day & this popped into my head.” Reader is Dean’s twin. The ending is kinda rushed but that’s because it’s bedtime but I wanted to post this on actual Valentine’s Day. Enjoy my loves.

Dean x Sister!Reader    Sam x Sister!Reader

Originally posted by queerevens

Originally posted by wincester-oops

You nearly collapsed as you set your lunch tray down at the same table that Dean was already sitting at. Dean quirked an eyebrow at you, “What’s up with you?” He questioned. You ignored him by pretending to be very interested in the disgusting lunch that was in front of you. “Aye,” Dean said while kicking your leg under the table.

“What?” You hissed at him.

“What’s going on? Why are you all, moody?” He asked.

“Nothing. Just drop it, okay?” You replied before taking a bite out of the lunch the school provided for you.

“It’s not nothing if you’re acting like a-” Dean began but was interrupted by Sam rushing over to the table.

“Y/N are you okay?” Sam asked, out of breath from running, “I heard what happened and ran ove-”

“I’m fine Sam. Just drop it. Both of you. Okay?” You told them.

“Sam. Spill. Now.” Dean demanded.

“Sam, you open your mouth and you’re gonna regret it.” You replied.

Sam looked between you and Dean; you were both his older siblings, both of you were his heroes, normally he did what you asked, but this time he couldn’t.

“It’s Valentine’s day right? So these guys-” Sam started.

“Seriously Sam. Drop. It.” You hissed at him.

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malec fics I’ll probably never write but someone definitely should and also tag me so I can read them:

inspired by this post by @otppurefuckingmagic

  • Alec Lightwood has a job interview that could change his future, finally help him free himself from his parents’ hold on his life. So, obviously, he is freaking out. What better way to relax than to go have a drink the night before? At least, that’s what Izzy and Jace say when they drag him to Pandemonium, the new club that opened a few blocks away. Alec might be prone to believe them after a while, especially when he finds himself on his way to have the night of his life with the hottest guy he’s ever seen a few hours later. Magnus - or Sex on Legs as Alec has decided to call him in his head - even is sweet enough to cook him breakfast the next morning before they part with each other’s number but the knowledge that neither of them was looking for anything more. They just don’t have time for a real relationship and they’ve made it clear. Alec is convinced he will never see him again. That is until he gets to his job interview and Magnus is sitting there with a grave expression, a suit that makes him look annoyingly appealing and a raging bruise on his neck.
  • Joining the New York Philharmonic orchestra has always been Alec’s dream and he made it come true through years of hard work and lost sleep. Now he finally has a chance to become First Chair, but a newcomer threatens to steal his well-deserved place as leader. Magnus Bane is a prodigy and if his technique is flawless, it is the passion that transpires from his every motion when he plays the violin that grabs anyone’s - and Alec’s - attention. Alec wants to hate him, he really does, but it doesn’t help that in addition to being so frustratingly talented, Magnus Bane is also sweet and patient and utterly charming. And he refuses to make the run for First Chair feel like the competition it actually is. Alec might be screwed.
  • Magnus and Alec babysitting Clary and Jace’s child, but the child has a huge crush on Magnus and spends the whole night pulling pranks on Alec whenever they start acting like the married couple they are. Alec loves the kid. He does, but he is slowly starting to lose his mind and if that little demon prevents him from kissing his husband one more time, he might lose it. Magnus just thinks it’s hilarious - and adorable - to have two children - one of them being a 6′2 shadowhunter - fighting for him.
  • Magnus is a Robin Hood-esque character and he particularly likes to steal from the Lightwood family.
  • A Beauty and the Beast AU with Magnus as Belle and Alec as the Beast. Also featuring Jace the candlestick, Izzy the clock, Maryse the teapot and Max the teacup. Luke, Magnus’ adoptive father, gets lost in the forest while trying to help a injured wolf he found on the road on his way back from the city and he comes across the Beast’s castle, and gets captured. After they learn the news, Magnus goes to the castle and offers to take Luke’s place, despite Luke’s objection… We all know how that story ends. Sebastian as Gaston? I guess?
  • Magnus goes to his favorite coffee shop and the place is crowded so he ends up sharing a table with a stranger who also turns out to be the epitome of Tall, Dark and Handsome. They start talking because Alec is reading a book by Magnus’ favorite writer, Gideon Archer, and Alec keeps dragging the guy and hating on his books and Magnus just can’t have that. They argue for hours about it and regularly meet afterwards to talk about literature and books, and after a few meetings, book talks turn into anything and everything talks. When Alec realizes he is in love with Magnus, it’s probably already too late to tell him that he is, in fact, Gideon Archer.
  • Izzy and Jace get Alec and his son Max a cruise for Christmas because he hasn’t taken a vacation for ages. On the ship, they meet Magnus and his son Raphael, who are on a well-deserved vacation themselves. Max and Raphael hit it off as soon as they meet and decide they will spend every minute possible together. If they use that time to make up an intricate plan to get their dads together, well… what they don’t know can’t hurt them.
  • Alec and Magnus are both professors at NYU but they work in different departments and have never stumbled into each other. That is until one evening, Alec sees a stranger standing under the pouring rain and offers to share his umbrella with him and walk him home. He just doesn’t want him to get sick. This has nothing to do with that guy being the hottest piece of ass he has ever seen. He’s just being a nice person.
  • The Proposal AU. (seriously, why hasn’t this been done yet?)
  • Victorian AU. I have no plot for this one but I need it like I need air.
Bloom — Part I — Summer

REQUEST: Can u write a fan fic about the girl owning a flower shop and Harry coming in to get flowers for someone else but then they fall in love because love is beautiful like a flower


Started writing this oneshot and it turned into four oneshots. I changed it up a bit, but I hope you enjoy. x


The first time that Harry came to her shop, she barely said a word to him.

She knew when she opened her flower shop that Harry Styles lived nearby. It’s basically all that her friends back home could talk about when she announced where she was moving—they were diehard fans, and a few of them even begged her to take them with her so that they could meet the infamous Harry Styles.

She wasn’t shy, and she wasn’t one to get starstruck when face to face with a celebrity (not that she’d ever really met one). But the first time of many that Harry Styles walked into her flower shop, he was on a date.

His date wasn’t a big name or anything, and didn’t look familiar at all. But he was very much enthralled with her—he seemed like the kind of man to give you all his attention when he’s set aside time for you, and that was something she rarely ever really saw. She busied herself behind the counter of the shop, counting receipts and moving some stuff around so that she didn’t look like she was eavesdropping, which she wasn’t.

The shop that she owned wasn’t very big at all—it was just big enough to hold a small greenhouse garden in the back that she used to grow her flowers, as well as the storefront where she sold them (among the shipments she received from other greenhouses that were much larger than her own). It wasn’t exactly LARGE by any standards but she enjoyed it that way. Except it meant that there really wasn’t anywhere to hide, so when Harry Styles and his date decided to walk around and look at her bouquets, she couldn’t help but overhear.

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