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Author: sara_holmes | Word Count: 75k | Rating: NC-17

Summary: Harry is getting rather fed up with everyone treating him differently afterthe war, and catches hold of the one person who doesn’t seem to care about his hero status.

Review: Oh wow this absolutely pulled me in, almost like a Harry Potter sequel but much more personal! It’s such an honest and real story about Harry and Draco and how the way the see each other develops, along with their relationship and their own characters. 

Harry’s frustration at everyone deferential treatment towards him feels almost visceral, and so plausible it almost makes you want to slap him the way Draco does at the beginning. Because we know, as well as Draco knows how very much Harry needs that reminder that he is a normal human being after all, and Harry in return reminds Draco to care about himself again. Harry coming to terms with his life post-war, his feelings towards Draco as well as his sexuality was so gradual, yet so sure - with Draco beside him his acceptance of these things become so easy.

There’s Hogwarts and the Gryffindors and Slytherins and lessons and everything else that lends a sense of this fic picking up from where Deathly Hallows left off *hysterically yells EWE???*. And it really is fantastic, how strong and true the friendship and love between Harry and his friends, as well as Draco and his friends is. 

Content/Warnings: Eighth Year, Secret Relationship, Some Harry/Ginny

Mood Music: Couldn’t Believe - BROODS


I regret nothing. Voltron hell has drawn me in and i am unrepentant. XD

After an ambush on a strange planet, Lance is captured in Keith’s place. Will the others be able to rescue him before Lotor breaks his new prize?

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The mission had been a simple one in hind sight. A routine excursion to a largely quiet planet that the Castle had detected a distress signal from.

It was only once the Lions had breached the atmosphere of the heavily forested planet that everything went to hell.

Seven kinds of hell, to be exact.

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Jack Zimmermann is a Masochistic Fuckwit

Title: Jack Zimmermann is a Masochistic Fuckwit
Author: PorcupineGirl
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Warnings: None Apply
Completed: Yes
Word count: 11548
Summary: Bitty decides to go home for Thanksgiving his sophomore year - so he can come out to his parents. When Coach Bittle is in denial, the boys in the Haus decide that Bitty needs to bring a boyfriend home for Winter Break. A boyfriend chosen from the very attractive ranks of SMH, of course.
Why does Jack volunteer?
Because he’s a masochistic fuckwit, that’s why.

Most memorable line: But Jack Zimmermann is starting to think that maybe he doesn’t deserve so much self-inflicted pain, so here’s what really happens:

Bit of a prelude to my first botw drabble that I have yet to post or finish 

Using Splice is fuuuuun
Come Up Off Your Color Chart
By Organization for Transformative Works

Description: Since he was young, John’s skin was never simply his own. It was always decorated with bright splashes of color from everyone around him, sometimes even those he didn’t know. But that was ok, because he always had his mother’s light blue caresses on his face, Harry’s fond orange punches on his arms, and even occasionally his father’s coffee-colored pats. These colors remained, more beautiful and meaningful than the other careless colors he had acquired. They showed he was loved, that he was important to people. These were the colors that John treasured above all. But then those colors went away.

Review: Very interesting and fun concept! I honestly need more of this AU it is too cute! Jus the thought of John walking around and having these rainbow marks all over him, because people love him so much, is absolutely amazing! This is a John fic with Johnlock at the end but it still gives you that warm feeling that johnlock fanfictions do. An excellent read, enjoy!

Rating: Teen


good enough - royal!calum fluff

for @artlukes and @classifiedluke royal!5sos blurb night!! 

word count: 1730

a/n: i had this saved in my drafts for ages and saw that there was a royal!5sos blurb night so i figured i’d post it. i hope you guys enjoy!

You could practically smell the judgement in the surrounding air. Girls traipsed around in glitzy gowns and skyscraper heels that tacked on years to their young ages, while the middle-aged women turned their noses up at the plate of hors devours that was clutched in your gloved hands. Their hair held pounds of hairspray, primped to perfection to match the makeup that disguised their inevitable wrinkles. The men were dressed to the nines as well, sporting crisp suits that displayed not a single crease as they strode through the ballroom.

Everyone looked fabulous, but it was all just for show; a facade to mask their internal conflict. You knew Prince Calum well enough to be acutely aware of this fact. Just because his mother - the nation’s infamous Joy Hood, the king’s beloved wife - was hosting a charity event, didn’t mean that the guests were making their appearances solely for their completely genuine desire to donate to a good cause. In their eyes, the evening ball was just another opportunity to look good, flaunt their money, and drive their corrupt families home in a sleek sports car.

It was a routine. Since you worked at the affluent city’s country club where the event was being held, you came across these types of people daily, although you were never truly associated with them. You only worked for them, served them their meals, cleaned up after their drunken messes left behind at dinners. You only earned your money while most of the families’ children were born with it. The thought of that alone left a bitter taste on your tongue, but the notion was erased whenever Prince Calum came around.

He was a paradox, an endless juxtapose. Although he belonged to the wealthiest family in the nation, he seemed to be anything but just another pretentious rich kid born into royalty. He drove past the neighborhood mansions in a second-rate, dented pickup truck that he purchased with the money he made himself while working for the local mechanic. He wore ripped jeans and oversized tee shirts all through the week until his mother forced him into a suit for the events that he was supposed to attend. His eyes gleamed and his smile shined and everything about him was real - authentic and unapologetically honest. The unadulterated truthfulness was what made you fall for him, especially when you were surrounded by people who lied for sport.

But you and Calum couldn’t be together - at least, not in public.

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fics promoting friendships as just as important as romantic relationships especially female friendships


fics promoting the idea that ‘real’ and ‘passionate’ love means having that other person become the only thing in your life and every other woman is evil competition

Tfw u want that fanfiction you’re reading to update but u know that there is a person with a life behind that fic who has other priorities so u just sit there flailing in front of ur computer screen

Fic: A Happy Loving Pair

“There is room in the smallest cottage for a happy loving pair.” - Friedrich Schiller

Summary: Jemma’s brother is getting married, and he’s chosen a small cottage in Perthshire for the main event. Enter Scottish weather, well-meaning matchmakers, Simmons family shenanigans, and one particularly attractive landlord by the name of Leo Fitz. What could possibly go wrong? A Perthshire Cottage AU.

Teen And Up Audiences
No Archive Warnings Apply
Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons

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back to the start (1/1)

Post-Firebird / Killian told her they had more time than they were ever meant to. Emma has trouble letting go. A time travel curse brought them together the first time around, she’s gambling that it’ll be able to do it again.  

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She brings rum to his grave, the flask he left behind on his ship.

It’s stupid, really. She should have brought flowers, but there already seem to be enough strewn on the plot. Emma has her parents to thank for that, she’s sure. It’s not as if he can receive gifts in the Underworld via grave (and he’s moved on by now, he promised her that much) anyway. But she needs to give him something, even if he’ll never know she did.

Emma needs to do something, settle the uselessness that’s tethering around her heart and constricting the breathing in her lungs. The flask doesn’t alleviate that, but she knew that was a long shot anyway.

“I love you,” Emma breathes out, talking to someone who can’t hear her. She bends her head down, scuffing her boots on the grass and pulling the umbrella she’s holding down with her. She lets out a bitter laugh. “You’re right, I can only say it when one of us is dead or dying, huh?”


She turns around to face her mother, clad in a peacoat and looking concerned. The funeral was hours ago, everyone left but Emma. They seemed to understand she needed more time.


She always needed more time.

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Sancoeur - Part One

ALRIGHTY!!! I’ve got this entire fic planned out and I will update till it’s finished! I hope you like this Miraculous Halloween fic. :) 

Thanks for reading!


“Heeey Nathalie…” Adrien said suspiciously as he stepped up to her desk, his hands behind his back. She looked up at him, raising an eyebrow at the nervous smile spread across his face.

“Yes Adrien?” she asked, putting her pen down on her notepad.

“Are you excited for Halloween?” he asked, his smile still set onto his face.

“Adrien, what do you need?” she said blandly, propping her chin onto her hand.

“Wh-What?! Nothing! I mean, I guess I wanted to ask you something, I…” he grit his teeth and she continued to stare at him, waiting for him to finish.

“I… I was wondering if I could have a Halloween party and invite my friends, please Nathalie- please?!” Adrien clasped his hands together, and she sighed.

“Adrien you know your dad doesn’t feel comfortable with-”

“But he’s not here! He’ll be gone for another week, come on! We don’t even have to have it here, we can have it somewhere else!”

“Adrien, I-”

He pursed his lips together into a pout, his eyes looking near watery as he begged her without speaking. Nathalie sighed again, sounding exhausted, and then she opened her eyes to look up at him, a smile spreading across her face.


“AH! THANK YOU NATHALIE! THANK YOU!” Adrien cried, and she talked over him saying loudly,

“As long as it isn’t here!!! And please tell your friends that it is a private party, let’s keep this as quiet as possible!”

“I will! Thank you so much Nathalie! Thank you!” Adrien cried, sprinting happily to his room so he could go make plans.

Nathalie smiled to herself and continued to work.


Next Part :)


Title: deets
Author: applecrumbledore
Rating: Mature
Warnings: None Apply. Character forcibly outed.
Completed: Yes
Word count: 23104
Summary: The grainy cellphone photo on the cover of the magazine is of his own back, his red Samwell t-shirt. He’s got a forearm braced on the wall, his other hand holding the face of someone small and blond, mostly blocked from view, who has his hands on Jack’s chest and a blue hoodie tied around his waist. Emblazoned across the bottom of the cover are the words IS JACK ZIMMERMANN GAY? and it feels like someone just punched him in the stomach.

Most memorable line: The same way Jack tries to bro out his accent, Bitty bros out his gay.

he wasn’t in love with you at first.
no one has ever seen him fall.
in fact, the earth was still un-indented,
when you left.
and there was no noise.
no breaking of bones.
just the breaking of a heart.

he had not let anyone see,
but i think he fell when you turned your back.
it wasn’t the most pleasant of ways,
but he still did.
and there’s no one there to catch him.

when i think about it today,
there’s nothing more painful than that.
than watching him fall in love,
with the ghost of a whirlpool.

you were a vortex,
bringing him down.
and no amount of pulling can get him out.
he was willing to let himself drown,
if it meant the quenching of your own thirst.

but he wasn’t angry.
i was.
god i was so angry.
i would have burned a whole village to bring you back.
i would have damned it all to hell,
i would have screamed at god,
just to tell it that you shouldn’t be alone.

that you have him.
you have me.

but there are no birds to tie this message to.
just crows hungry for flesh.

so wherever you are,
come back.
for me. for my brother.
—  for my brother | j r e f
Come On Then - Romancemesomeziam - One Direction (Band) [Archive of Our Own]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Liam: I ended up kissing Zayn once! Zayn was like “Come on then, come on,” putting his head close to me - like when you’re going to have a fight. Then he just leaned forward and kissed me!

I could love you for the rest of my life
Don’t you ever let me go


It’s been an absolutely lovely birthday and I wanted to share my joy with you all. So here–a quick drabble on me. First thing written on my new laptop. :D And thank you to those who sent in prompts–I loved reading them and will be posting them sometime this weekend, hopefully with something a little extra for Halloween~! (Update: Now with edits/detail fixes because what is proofreading?)

Title: Lovely Stunning Honest

Synopsis: No one warned Kouki what Akashi was like when drunk.

AU: No Designated AU

Pairing: Akashi/Furihata

Word Count: 800+

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I’m currently waiting for an episode where this happens. I’d be so happy if it did :D

This picture has a Companion Fic called ‘Akuma’:
Right Hand Red

3 Chapters | NC-17 | 73.100

Romance | Drama | Eight Year

“Harry felt Malfoy’s breath on his lips as they came together over the bottle, hands firmly planted on the floor as though they each needed their familiar soil, refusing to cross into enemy territory. Except that Malfoy no longer felt like his enemy. Malfoy felt inevitable.”


Beautiful. Beautifully written. The first time Harry sees Draco again and the way he describes him. How I could see the scene play out in my head. Wow, it was just stunning. I love how calm the beginning was, while still keeping me interested and making me want to continue reading and never stop. The sex (not a lot, but enough) was brilliant. It made me laugh, smile and cover my face instead of cringing. It just generally made me very happy. It also helped how realistic all of the first times were, and again the descriptions were beautiful. *Spoiler form here* I wasn’t that crazy about the ending, but maybe it’s just me, it just felt kinda eh, rushed and a bit ooc, but I loved the rest to much not to rec it. Enjoy!

you know what

i would actually be very interested in a modernised hobbit that had thorin and co. as jewish?

i mean i’ve seen gigolas fic where gimli kinda drew out the parallels between the jewish diaspora and the dwarves of erebor post-smaug’s attack but that was in a middle-earth setting


i just thought it’d be interesting to see a modern!durin family that’s jewish and bilbo getting to know them (and celebrating hanukkah with little fili and kili say it with me d’awwwwwwww) and like, dis and thorin are reform and they occasionally butt up against the very orthodox balin but in the end they’re all family 

has anyone done this yet even as a side detail to a larger au because i would be interested as hell in reading it