Okay give me six nicknames harry lovingly calls louis
Omg, aaaahhhh, okay
Lou, which he calls him that the most. In fact he probably calls him Lou 90 percent of the time. It’s the most comfortable, the most suited for them, the most warm feeling and settled. “Lou, can you pass me that pen?” “Lou, we need to go to the store,” etc. It’s domestic and cozy.
Babe, is for later’s. You know, like when they can’t say everything right at the time. “Babe I gotta go, they’re calling me into a meeting but I love you we’ll talk soon,” when they’re apart. Or, “babe, listen, we’ll talk about this when we get home because your feelings are important to me and I want to do this the right way.” (Notice how they’re both about talking because #communication is my middle name)
Wanker, is used teasingly, probably. “Did you mess up that stalkers tattoo on purpose? lol wanker” Or, “LOUIS I WAS WATCHING THAT TURN THE CHANNEL BACK YOU WANKER.” :)
Dick is a bit different, because it’s spoken out of frustration. I mean, sometimes it’s used interchangeably with wanker, but sometimes when they’re tense and frustrated, or whatever, “I think you’re being a dick right now and I kind of want to be left alone,” slips out. Not good moments, those. But those fights don’t last long. They’re not even fights, really, and right as they’re on the precipice of making up, Harry mutters “I still think you’re a dick” except this time there’s no heat behind it, and Louis laughs a bit, and then they move on.
Husband, when they’re out with friends. Honestly, they probably use that one equal parts because they love it, and equal parts because they like everyone’s reaction to it. I mean, don’t get them wrong, they’re proud of their marriage but sometimes Harry can’t help a “You know, funny you should mention it. My husband told me…” and everyone’s like, OMG WE GET IT HARRY YOU’RE MARRIED YOU CAN CALL HIM LOUIS WE KNOW WHO HE IS. haha
and finally Baby, when Louis is kinda tired (”Come on, baby, you can’t sleep on the sofa you know what that hurts your neck”), or kinda drunk, (”Baby… no, you can’t do that… ok no… yeah you’ve had enough it’s time to go ”) or kinda sad (”I know, baby. I’ll be home soon, I promise), and kinda just needs some softness in his life. To be home with Harry (and their dog… and their cat… :)). And they’re all cuddled up on the sofa, or in their bed, just drinking tea, and talking, or dreaming about their futures when they need to be reminded that they still have one, or talking about nothing when everything becomes too exhausting. And Harry gives him lots and lots of kisses, and whispers “I love you,” against Louis’ lips and holds him tighter against his side. Or how, when Harry is away and can’t be there, they’ll talk on the phone as if he was until Louis falls asleep and Harry’ll watch him for a bit before he drifts off himself. Either way, “baby” is just for the two of them, in their own little world, always.
There are only two times that they meet every cycle, two times that their realms blur at the borders and the rulers walk past each other as one sigil rises where the other one falls. Dusk and dawn are the most precious times of day to Victor, because that’s the only opportunity he has to glimpse the elusive Ruler of Night.
The boundary separating them is not one that is easily described. No land can be night and day at the same time, no land can host them both together. So Victor waits for the moments that he throws the Sun into the heavens and the moments he calls it back to earth, for that is the only time that Night and Day blur and they can be together.
There were not many secrets between you and Shawn. He knew about the time you threw up in front of your entire second-grade class during a field trip, you found out about all the drama with his friends from school, and you had shared - in length - the most awkward highlights of your terrible first kiss behind the bleachers in middle school.
And somehow, even after all the confessions and conversations a two-year relationship entailed, you were still discovering new sides to the floppy-haired boy that first shyly approached you at a mutual friend’s party two years ago.
Fun fandom blast from the past: back when the OT was still coming out, there was actually a ton of division between Luke fans and Han fans fighting each other over who the better character and “true hero” was. Like, there were actually names for these two factions: the “Church of Ford” and “Cathedral of Luke.” This is SO different from modern sw fandom. I don’t think I’ve ever seen people on tumblr have a Luke vs Han debate. For the most part, OT fans nowadays love the original trio all equally. And Luke/Han is a huge ship! But in the early days this was a giant fandom debate that got heated and messy! Shit like this is so interesting to me and it’s just another reason why i think it’s super important that fandom roots and preserved and documented.
i love neural networks so much they’re equal parts extremely interesting and sometimes hilariously entertaining….can those folks who make neural network generated posts please never stop they’re the best things ever
Hello. Could you please give me an H&V starter list of 5-10 fics (that only exist on H&V) I should read? Thank you so much!
Thirteenth Nightby nelpher
- MA, 24 chapters -
When Hermione is assigned to keep tabs on a memory-charmed Draco, she is
faced with a decision that could change her life forever.
How Soon Is Now? by nelpher - M, One-shot -
A series of letters revealing what transpires when Hermione investigates a supposed breach of Draco’s probation.
Waiting Roomby nelpher - M, 21 chapters -
A series of encounters with Draco in the waiting room of St. Mungo’s
helps Hermione reconsider her views on love, friendship, and the
The Symmetrical Transitby everythursday - MA,10 Chapters -
Draco believed the world was screwed up because a lack of balance.
Everything in the world had its equal parts – love, hate; right, left;
sun, moon – but no one ever grew up with these parts in the same
proportion, which made them off. People were either forced to live
discordant, or they were lucky enough to find that balance through
Parade of the Sun by everythursday - MA, 35 Chapters -
Floralis Fati is a plant with the power to control time, hidden in the
wild, and protected by a magic that strips people of their own while
seeking to kill them. Hermione wants it to save the world. Draco wants
it to save himself. Sometimes what we want can destroy us - and
sometimes it can build us new again.
The Falloutby everythursday - MA, 49 Chapters - Hermione learns about growing up through the redemption of Draco Malfoy.
Respected Elf Enslaver by Alex25 - M, 10 Chapters -
How could a romance, or even a friendship, or even a little RESPECT
develop between Draco and Hermione? Owls between the two, IC, unique
A Pound of Fleshby Pennilyn Novus
- MA,33 chapters
Becoming attached had never been part of the plan. Neither was falling
in love. One night out on the town, Hermione comes face to face with
Draco Malfoy–Memory Charmed and living as a Muggle–and an opportunity
too good to pass up. What starts as revenge quickly grows into something
more, and as Hermione delves deeper into the mysteries surrounding the
man who can’t remember who he is - the man everyone thought was dead -
she might discover more than she can handle.
My last 600 Follower fic, which is good because I’m well past 800 at this point. This fic got away from me, which is why it took so long. I hope you enjoy it, @whispersandwhiskerburn!
Summary: You stop something bad from happening in your bar, and get a reward later on.
warnings: mentions of roofies/date rape drugs, vaginal sex, oral sex (fem receiving)
word count: ~4000
You were always entertained while you were working – you had
to keep things lighthearted or the fact that you were constantly surrounded by
alcoholics and/or couples flirting would surely send you into a
depression. Being a bartender meant that
you were equal parts enabler and therapist, and while you didn’t always love
those things, it kept you busy and let you keep your simple way of life.
Tonight was like any other – there were a few regular
customers scattered here and there around the bar, a few groups of people
playing pool or darts standing around the place. Your friend Jeremy was sitting in the corner
playing his guitar and singing, earning a few tips here and there.
There was a group of girls sitting at a table, eyeing the
crowd for a potential date for the evening.
Those were the types of customers you hated the most: pretty girls who
probably never had any trouble finding an interested man, but they came to your
bar to try to pick up guys, making you watch as they flirted their way into
Ooh! Can you do 46? With Bucky or Steve (if you have any plans for writing for any other character, if not Bucky is perfect!)
atm i’m a bucky hoe, but i’ll see about writing for other characters in the future! this one was kind of challenging but i think i like where it went?? idk… tell me what you think!
#46: “I’m in love…shit”
Everyone was a little bit surprised when Stark announced you’d be going on the mission. Even Natasha, who rarely gets surprised by anything. It’s just, you never go on missions - ever. Not once since you’d moved into the Avengers compound. Stark always said you had ‘talents’ that were only required in certain circumstances, and apparently those circumstances hadn’t happened yet.
Until now. Bucky is very, very intrigued.
He’s always liked you, even though you’re quiet and hardly ever join in on group training sessions. Actually, he likes you because of those things. Bucky is adjusting and he’s part of the team, but there’s always a part of him that feels like an outsider and there will always be that need to just go off on his own and breathe for a while.
You understand that better than anyone, and always give Bucky the space he needs. Even though you’re a part of the team as well, you give him a place to go that feels separate from all the Avengers stuff. Together, you can just sit and read or watch movies or bake with no expectations. Like normal people, almost.
Bucky adores the rare moments you coexist together. But he is no liar - he’s dying to see what skill set you have that got you into the Avengers in the first place.
The mission is fairly straight forward, but the stakes are high. A group of tech nerds cross Hydra wannabes have assembled a gigantic explosive that, if not stopped, could probably level a small city. They’ve rigged it so it’s not just a matter of disabling the bomb, because it’s linked to a four different timers on separate, highly protected servers not even FRIDAY can hack into. If even one of those timers stays online, the bomb will go off and the tiny Texas town you’re all flying to will be a smoking memory.
Clint lands the quinjet a fair distance from the warehouse Stark has tracked the explosive to. Bucky fidgets with his throwing knives while they all wait for you and Natasha to catch up - for reasons unknown to him, Clint and dropped the both of you off in Dallas with promises you’d meet them there. Apparently there were a few things you needed to pick up - all it did was make Bucky even more anxious to see what you could do.
“I think three teams will be best,” Steve says, looking into the distance with his Captain America Thinking Face on. “Clint, Tony, and Natasha will take the east side. Wanda, Sam, and I will take the west. (Y/N) will find the control room and take out the timers - Bucky, you’ll cover her.”
“Can we pick team names?” Clint asks. “I wanna be Team Churros.”
“Alpha, Bravo and Charlie will do,” Steve says, frowning in the way Bucky knows means he’s trying to hold back an eyeroll for the sake of seeming professional. Bucky kicks at his ankle and raises his eyebrow at Steve, just to let him know at least someone on this team has his number and it’s ‘Steve sarcastic ass Rogers’.
A rumble of an engine announces yours and Natasha’s return from Dallas, and eventually a pick-up truck zooms into view - Natasha is definitely behind the wheel. It screeches to a stop with a spray of dirt right by the quinjet, and Natasha hops out with the biggest grin on her face Bucky has probably ever seen in his life. It’s downright weird, and gets weirder when Natasha skips over to the group and looks directly at Bucky as she says, “You’re going to die when you see (Y/N).”
Bucky is, obviously, confused. The shy, soft girl he makes lemon drizzle cake with on Sunday afternoons and reads next to late into the night is all he can picture. It’s why, he assumes, he’s been assigned as your cover for the mission. He doesn’t know what Natasha could mean - that is, until you round the truck and walk into view.
Natasha sidles up to Bucky’s side as his jaw drops and coherent thought leaves his brain. You look- there are no words. Chunky boots and combat pants laden down with knives, a glock, and what looks like some of Natasha’s Widow’s Bites make your hips look phenomenal as you walk towards the group. It’s hot, so you’re in just a khaki tank, hair tied back and goddamn aviator sunglasses. You look like something out of a movie, and it’s making Bucky’s head spin.
But all of that becomes background noise, because Bucky cannot get over the huge fucking submachine gun strapped to your back. It’s almost as big as you and is probably the most beautiful weapon Bucky has ever seen in his unnaturally long life. Bucky is equal parts jealous and-
“I’m in love,” he says like it’s been punched out of him, quiet enough so only Natasha can hear him. “Shit.”
Natasha cackles at Bucky blushing like an idiot, staring at you as if he can’t look away. You reach the group and grin, lopsided and beautiful. Bucky’s pretty sure he’s forgotten how to breathe.
“You have no idea how good it feels to have Angie back,” you say to the team, looking happier and more alive than Bucky has ever seen you.
“Angie?” Stark questions, and Natasha snickers.
You reach over your shoulder to pat the barrel of your gun (and the fact that is a submachine instead of assault is fucking poetic to Bucky, holy Jesus) and say, “Meet Angie, she’s my baby. I had to rescue her from a safe house before I could even think about going into the field.”
Bucky’s mouth is so dry he couldn’t speak if he tried. It’s like you know, because you won’t stop looking at him with your bright, amused eyes and smirking whenever his eyes trail over to Angie. Bucky is so gone, it’s not even funny.
“So is this your special talent you’ve been hiding? A big ass gun?” Sam asks, eyebrows raised.
You roll your eyes and say, with a wink to Bucky, “Nope, Angie is just for fun.” You tap your temple and add, “The big guns are all up here.”
“She’s basically telepathic with technology,” Stark explains. “She can hack, reroute, reprogram, create or dismantle any system on the planet.”
“It takes a big toll, though,” you say, and turn to grin at Bucky. “That’s why I need some cover, in case I pass out or something.”
After a second, Bucky realises he’s supposed to respond and gives a stiff, jerky nod. You bite your lip, looking like you’re a second away from bursting out laughing. It’s the same face you give him when he gets flour in his hair or doesn’t get a joke in a movie - you’re still the same (Y/N). Just ten times more badass.
Under Steve’s command, you all split off into your assigned teams and head for the warehouse. You link arms with Bucky as you walk, the other teams turning into small dots in the distance, which is good because Natasha doesn’t need any more ammunition to tease Bucky with than she already has after today.
You lean into Bucky’s ear and say, “I’ll let you hold her when we get back, if you want.”
Bucky’s so caught up in your breath on his ear and the smooth sound of your voice it takes him a second to understand what you’re saying. He clears his throat, ignoring your giggle, and says, “Sounds good.”
You laugh and break away from his arm, skipping ahead and spinning around to walk backwards so you can grin at Bucky in a way that looks slightly dangerous. You raise your eyebrows and say, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours!”
I'm looking for fics that have : 1) Forced Partnership 2) Smut 3) a Dark!Draco or them going from a hate to love relationship. 4) Complete fic I guess something similar to everythursday's Parade of the Sun and Gravidy's God of the Lost. Please recommend your top 5 fics that fit the requirements. You guys are awesome, thanks!
Hi! Check these out:
(I can’t choose just 5 fics lol)
A Deliberate Deception by silverotter1 - E, one-shot - Hermione: When forced to work with Draco Malfoy on a murder case for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, she is supremely irritated. As their work draws them closer together, she finds it more and more difficult to resist him. Draco: A big shot at the department, he is annoyed with having to share his case with brainy Hermione Granger. Conflicted, he soon admits there is more to her than he recalls.
An Aversion to Change by Misdemeanor1331 - MA, 42 Chapters - After his failed attempt on Dumbledore’s life, Draco seeks refuge at the Order of the Phoenix. Sent back to Hogwarts with suspicious title of Head Boy, he is forced to share a dormitory with none other than Hermione Granger. But with war looming on the horizon and sinister happenings in Hogwarts itself, their seventh year together is anything but ordinary.Slow moving D/Hr with plenty of plot and some fluff for good measure. :)
A Certain Stepby Darkrivertempest - MA, 5 Chapters - Frustrated with the Minister for Magic and in possession of two left feet, Hermione is forced to take dance lessons. Under her instructors, she not only learns to move with grace, but gets more than she bargained for in the process.
Out of the Silent PlanetBY : ianthe_waiting - MA, 39 Chapters -
Post-Hogwarts - Hermione Granger fulfills Severus Snape’s final wish, to journey to Japan to retrieve’ something of importance. Set eleven years after HBP.
One of the Monsters By: galfoy
- M, 9 Chapters -
Doubt was a funny thing. It was like a tick; harmless on the surface, but when it burrowed in deep, extremely dangerous. For Draco Malfoy, successful Death Eater, ruthless soldier and proud Pureblood, it may just be his downfall.
The Symmetrical Transitby everythursday -
MA, 12 Chapters - Draco believed the world was screwed up because a lack of balance. Everything in the world had its equal parts – love, hate; right, left; sun, moon – but no one ever grew up with these parts in the same proportion, which made them off. People were either forced to live discordant, or they were lucky enough to find that balance through someone else.
Uncoffinedby lady_of_clunn - MA, 13 Chapters - When all is lost, we are willing to do whatever it takes to survive.
The Dragon’s Bride By: Rizzle - M, 61 Chapters - 7th year. Draco & Hermione awaken in a Muggle hotel room, naked, hung-over and tattooed. They also happen to be married. Thus begin a desperate search for a solution to their sticky situation.
The New York Revelation By: kalee60 - M, 7 Chapters - Hating each other for a lifetime - easy. Being forced to work together - impossible. When Hermione & Draco are sent to New York on a mission, things don’t go exactly as planned, and neither had any idea what working closely would eventually reveal…
For the sentence continuation fic: "I'm no expert, but I'm fairly certain mice were not a part of the plan."
“I’m no expert, but I’m fairly certain mice were not a part of the plan,” says Poe. He’s got that wild giddy delight spangling in his eyes which always comes with a mission, and his smile crooks onto the side of baffled. It is a gorgeous expression, equal parts hardened thrillseeker rebel hero and I love you Finn but why –
“We just demolished her home,” says Finn. And yes, they did; they have just blown up a First Order outpost, and now they pick through the rubble on the way back to Poe’s ship.
Finn found the cowering white thing under an upturned chunk of charred metal that might have once been a bowl
(once there were bowls, once there were people here who ate out of bowls, and they are dead now, but that is war, that is war)
and promptly picked her up.
A mouse. She – for Finn insisted that she was a she, and her name was Duchess – had preened her whiskers with supreme dignity before nuzzling into Finn’s cuff. He cradles her close, and when they get back to the X Wing he lifts her onto his shoulder. She perks onto her hindquarters and looks snootily around.
“Is this our new pet then?”
BB8 beeps irritably.
“Don’t be moody BB,” says Finn. “We still love you.”
Finn, patron saint of lost things, thinks Poe. I didn’t think it was possible to love him more, and yet here we are.
Are you more of a high functioning sociopath or high functioning psychopath
Dark folded his hands together and rested them neatly against the crook of his knee.
“Well, here’s the tricky part, lovely. I share qualities from both, almost equally. From a sociopath, I share the fact that I am unable to feel what I want to feel. I express no open emotion towards the things I do to others and have no emotional connection, because I literally cannot create one on my own. As a psychopath, I use manipulation and deceit to receive what I desire. Psychopaths are commented on being ruthless, focused, and charming.
“Am I not all three? But yet I feel almost nothing. What a startling combination I am.”