but i still wish his hair was more wild like it was in wonderland

monthly fic rec : june (fics marked with ** are favesfaves4life)

- adore you by isthatyoularry (66k) **

“We invited our new acquaintances from uptown. You’ve simply got to meet their oldest son!” said his mother with a flourish, and suddenly it became abundantly clear as to why his parents had so adamantly demanded he join them in Deansville for the entirety of the summer.

Against his wishes, Harry spends the holidays at his family’s summer estate, and is reluctantly pulled into a courtship he didn’t ask for. Harry doesn’t want to get married, but Louis does. They don’t fit, but then again they really, really do.

Vaguely set in the 1920’s. Headpieces, jazz, fashionable canes, and flapper dresses, and that.

- through eerie chaos by mediawhore (102k) ******* (super uper fave)

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.

- the wonderlands by stylinsoncity (150k)

“Somewhere between chaos and control — these are the wonderlands.”

Harry’s daughter, Andy, is signed to Louis’ girl band. Her path to success is marked by competition, chaos, and for Harry, a love affair.

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“I Love You” Calum Plus Size Series AU

Word Count: 2445

Warnings: Slight swearing, extremely vague mentions of sex

Requested: No


“I love you.”

Those words stuck to you like glue. You meant them. You truly, really meant them. It was hard though. You couldn’t find it in you to tell Calum. You were nothing more than a hookup to him, a series of one night stands and amazing nights. You considered him a best friend, and he felt the same way about you, but that was it. You were probably, through and through, just a best friend with some amazing benefits to him. Someone as amazing as him deserved so much more than that. He deserved someone that would love him unconditionally. In reality, he deserved you, and you knew it. And somewhere deep down, he knew it too.

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Wild

A congratulatory gift for the lovely @siriuslyorionwicked


@chiseplushie, @indiebluecrown, @moonnott, @sableunstable, @worthfull1, @m1sc1efmanaged, @disillusionist9, @laisvega, @henriasownbinder @…. I can’t remember who else might read sirimione. 


It was irrational, Hermione told herself.

They had nothing in common. He was wild, dangerous, reckless….

She wanted him.

When Sirius Black offered to take her for a ride after he caught her biting her lip staring at his motorcycle, she blurted out “Only if I get to wear your jacket.”

He smiled that crooked grin that made her go weak in the knees. “Anything for you, kitten.” He shrugged it off effortlessly, revealing his fitted white t-shirt, and the intricately designed tattoos that clung to his arms and flowed up his neck. He swung it around, covering her bared shoulders, the sundress she wore wouldn’t offer much protection from the wind. “Wouldn’t want you to get cold.”

Hermione batted her eyes and looked up at him through long lashes. Her cheeks tinted pink as she blushed. The jacket was still warm from his body. She had to push the sleeves way up before her hands finally poked out.    

His grin widened.

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Games II.

A/N- This has been overdue. Should I open an ask box? Would you guys like to send in requests anonymously so you don’t have to show your blog? I think it’d be cool, let me know if I should open an ask box. This is not really Peter’s POV, but more like focused on Peter. I know some of you have been waiting for a part two and I think this is shitty and not what you guys deserve but eh I’m still posting. 

Title: Games: Part Two

Pairing: Once Upon A Time Peter Pan x Reader

Warnings: mild cursing

Request/ Prompt: [sent in by @lukemn360 ] Hi, could you do an imagine where y/n has always had feelings for pan but doesn’t believe pan has the same feelings towards her, so she tries to make him jealous or something like that


For the first time in his life, Peter is defeated. He had no idea what to do next and no idea what to say. He’s ruined everything he has ever cared about. But he couldn’t stop himself. The monster lurking within his very soul took over, blocking out any remotely soft emotions of Peter’s.

“Peter! Oh Peter, what just happened?” Wendy cries, horrified as if she was the victim. Alas, to Peter’s dismay, she was nothing like [your name]. If Wendy was anything like you, maybe he could get over you, eventually, but you’re rare. A token that only shows up once in a lifetime.

Peter ignores Wendy, rubbing his face with his hands in anger. Wendy presses on, running up to Peter in hysterics.

“Peter! What’s going on?” Wendy shouts once more. Having enough of Wendy’s dramatics, Peter’s eyes shift to a more darken state.

“Shut the hell up, Wendy. I fucking swear if you don’t shut up right now I’ll throw you in the cages again.” Peter hisses, each and every word not missing a beat and laced with deadly venom. Wendy gasps and stops in her tracks. Sniffling and stifling her sob, Wendy recedes backwards and sprints into her tent.

“Thank god. Annoying prat can’t hold her tongue.” Peter mumbles to himself, chest rising and falling wildly at his new aggression.

Suddenly, Peter straightens his posture, not minding the states of his Lost Boys as he leaps into the forest after [your name].

“[your name]!” Peter roars, feet pounding over decayed leaves and rich soil as fast as the speed of light.

The naive, selfish boy searches all over the forest that he knows so well, his own instincts betraying him as he find himself lost in his thoughts.

A wolf slowly creeps behind Peter. Oblivious, the boy sits down on the grass with a huff of desperation. The monster grimaces, snarling wickedly, causing Peter to snap his attention up to the demon.

“Oh hello, little pup. Lost, are we?” Peter chuckles, the stress being pushed away from his path as he blindly grins at the wolf, unaware of it’s nature.

“Oh, why of course, you’re not any normal pup. A wild wolf, roaming alone in the woods all by itself. Where’s your pack? Or are you alone?” He smirks wickedly, crouching down to the wolf’s level.

The wolf growls a warning for Peter to stay back, causing the insane boy to scoff and laugh. The monstrosity of an animal snarls even more as Peter crawls closer and closer to it. Glaring with furrowed brows, Peter’s gaze digs into the soul of the wolf, commanding it to be obedient.

“Good girl. We’ll get along just fine.” Peter mumbles, blindly assuming the creature’s gender, in which he is undoubtedly correct.

The infamous lad sits with his legs crossed over each other, stroking the grey and black fur of the wolf in attempt to clear his mind as he blanks out.

“Can you help me find someone, pup? She has [your hair color], not entirely a fast runner, she mumbles a lot when she’s angry, [your eye color], medium sized height,” Peter rambles on to the listening wolf.

“you probably cannot understand me, can you? I mean, you wouldn’t even know the difference about what I say. Everyone’s tall to you and your senses are too keen and sharp, you’d never notice her with my description. Hell, she could be any girl in the world that I’m describing. But [your name] is different.” Peter murmurs, petting the wolf’s head. 

Finally, the wolf sits gracefully, eyes intently trained on Peter.

“Aren’t they all?” A dark voice ghostly is uttered from the black lips of the wolf. Startled, Peter jumps and intakes a sharp breath. He stares back at the wolf in amazement with wide eyes and a rapid pumping heart.

“A creature of magic, I’d assume. Of course, only in Neverland are there talking animals and mermaids. Ha, beat that, Wonderland.” Peter guffaws lightly, his chest puffing out lightly as he expels a breath of air, almost like a scoff.

“Okay, wolfie, help me find the Lost Girl.” He mumbles, looking out into the dusk and still of the glimmering night sky. Constellations dot the vast canvas, but not outshining the glistering moon above.

Peter wanted to find his Lost Girl soon, for he’d fear that maybe he’d have to catch the lady. 

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Home at the Holidays

Hello, @theicecreambattle! I’m your OQ SS for @secretsantaandsmores!

First, let me start by saying I’ve had so much fun chatting with you over the last month! I so enjoyed checking your blog for replies–flailing about OQ, venting about OUAT, sharing headcannons, and getting to know you. That said, I will not miss the ask box’s character limits and penchant for eating asks.

As for this fic, it’s long; but, it’s filled with lots of Hood-Mills Family fluff, an smidgen of angst, and as many holiday tropes as I could cram in! I hope that you enjoy it, and I sincerely hope that you have a wonderful holiday filled with friends and family and love.

(I also want to thank @mearcats and @unbestedmartell for taking the time out of their busy holiday schedules to beta!)

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1989

It seems like taylorswift writes her songs as if she knows what is going on in my life. It’s been this way for almost nine years now.
Ever since I was 17, I’ve been able to relate to her music. Now at age 25, I relate more to her music more than ever.
It’s actually scary as 1989 has perfectly described my life the past eighteen months.
These are the lyrics from 1989 that resonate best with me.

Welcome To New York - Like any great love, it keeps you guessing. Like any real love, it’s ever changing. Like any true love, it drives you crazy but you know you wouldn’t change anything, anything, anything.

Blank Space - So it’s gonna be forever, or it’s gonna go down in flames. You can tell me when it’s over if the high was worth the pain.

Style - So it goes, he can’t keep his wild eyes on the road. Takes me home, lights are off he’s taking off his coat.

Out Of The Woods - We were built to fall apart, then fall back together. Your necklace hanging from my neck, the night we couldn’t quite forget. When we decided to move the furniture so we could dance, baby like we stood a chance. Two paper airplanes flying, flying, flying.

All You Had To Do Was Stay - Let me remind you, this was what you wanted. You ended it. You were all I wanted, but not like this.

Shake It Off - But I keep cruising, can’t stop won’t stop grooving. It’s like I got this music in my mind saying, “It’s gonna be alright.”

I Wish You Would - I wish you would come back, wish I never hung up the phone like I did. And I wish you knew that I’ll never forget you as long as I live.

Bad Blood - Bandaids don’t fix bullet holes. You say sorry just for show, if you live like that you live with ghosts. If you love like that, blood runs cold.

Wildest Dreams - I said “No one has to know what we do,” his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room. And his voice is a familiar sound, nothing lasts forever. But this is getting good now.

How You Get The Girl - Say it’s been a long six months and you were too afraid to tell her what you want. And that’s how it works, it’s how you get the girl.

This Love - Your kiss, my cheek, I watched you leave. Your smile, my ghost, I fell to my knees. When you’re young you just run, but you come back to what you need.

I Know Places - Just grab my hand and don’t ever drop it, my love. They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run.

Clean - You’re still all over me like I wine stained dress I can’t wear anymore. Hung my head, as I lost the war, and the sky turn black like a perfect storm.

Wonderland - I reached for you but you were gone, I knew I had to go back home. You search the world for something else to make you feel like what we had and in the end in wonderland we both went mad.

You Are In Love - And for once you let go, of your fears and your ghosts. One step, not much, but it said enough.

New Romantics - Cause baby I could build a castle, out of all the bricks they threw at me. And every day is like battle, but every night with us is like a dream.

Let Me Tell You About Your Father

Pairing: Xephmadia

Warning(s): Mention of Character Deaths (I have a bad habit of killing off half of my OTPs…)

Words: 1,773

Age 5: Hero

“Mommy?”

It was on nights like these, with their inquisitive child refusing to sleep, that Lomadia really wished he was still around.

“Mommy? Can you tell me more about Daddy?”

The five year old stared up at his mother with curious blue eyes, his head tilted slightly. Lomadia let out a quiet sigh, she knew he would ask one day.

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The Wild Hunt

Here is the Klaroline Winter Wonderland fic I wrote for @letitsnowbarry.  It takes inspiration from Celtic myth, which I then manipulated to my purposes.

The Hunt would ride tonight.

              Niklaus could feel the call in his bones.  Called Cernunnos by many, he had once been just a man. But it had millennia since that time, and now all he could remember was the call of the Wild Hunt.  It thrummed in him now; someone would be paying his price this night.

              “Who is our prey?” Kol asked, his dark eyes burning with barely restrained glee.  He had ever thrived on the thrill of the hunt, and it had been nearly a month since they had been called to dole out divine punishment.

              Klaus closed his eyes and let his powers flare out. As the Cernunnos, it was his role to lead the hunt, and so he was the one to whom the name of their prey was sent.

              He froze, as the image came to mind.

              The Morrigan were the three most powerful sorceress Goddesses.  His own half-sister, Rebekah, was amongst their number, as was the wicked and devilish Katerina, known for seducing men into happily opening their arms to their own demise..

              It was the third member of the Morrigan, The Morrigan herself, the Goddess of Witchcraft.

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