london-plane

shadows pt. 1

pairing: reader x Hoseok, OT7

genre: vampire!au, angst, implied smut, mentions of violence

word count: 5,780

synopsis: you thought that the death of your maker would lead to freedom from chains, but little did you know that bonds are much harder to break after death.

A/N: I have to thank @2seoke for helping me brainstorm almost this entire series and @jeonjagiya for helping me with historical fact checking

Originally posted by yoonqipd

read the first installment of the Ashes Trilogy here

“I love you, Hoseok” you murmured, feeling a sense of content for the first time in months.

He smiled, “I love you too” He nodded towards the sunrise, “Take in your last few moments. We don’t have much time before the sunlight will reach us.”

You nodded, turning your attention back towards the painted sky. You wanted nothing more than to run out and feel the sun’s rays. To soak your skin in sunlight, but this was enough. It was more than enough.

 “I’m ready” you tell Hoseok, turning around and lacing his fingers with yours. “Where to now?”

 “We can go anywhere you want to go, just give me a name.” he smiled, leading you back into the darkness.

 The two of you walked in silence, enjoying the comfort of each other’s presence. You tried to think of where you wanted to go, but you didn’t care. As long as you were with Hoseok, nothing else mattered.

 But your partner froze next to you, staying still for a split second before he pinned your body against the damp tunnel wall. He covered your mouth with his hand before you had any chance to question his sudden behavior. There was a flash of panic in his eyes as he stared at you when a woman’s voice rang out through the darkness.

 “Jung Hoseok, I always told you to be careful of what’s hiding in the shadows”

 He stood between you and the woman, a deep growl emitting from his chest as the two of them stared at each other.

 "It’s nice to see you haven’t changed much,“ she smiled wickedly. She was almost beautiful, in a terrifying way. Her wild red hair framing a pale freckled face. Her black eyes laced with unspoken evil. There was something about her that made your cold blood freeze.

"What the hell are you doing here?” Hoseok hissed, pushing himself further against you like a shield.

The woman cocked her head to the side, “Don’t you miss me, Hoseokie? It’s been what, almost 700 years since the last time we’ve seen each other? I certainly wasn’t expected to be greeted with such hostility, especially since you seem to have company.”

“Go to hell!” Hoseok snapped, spit flying from his lips in between the syllables.

The vampire held up her hands, “I think you’re misunderstanding me Hoseok. I don’t want to hurt you. I was just trying to pay my old friend Kai a visit,” her eyes flickering onto yours as she spoke, “But it seems like he’s no longer at that address.”

You could feel Hoseok telling you to keep your mouth shut, to not antagonize the vampire in front of you. But he should know by now that you’re a terrible listener, “I can send you his ashes in a box, if you would like.” you quip, flashing the vampire a sarcastic smile.

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The Marriage of Heaven and Hell: Volume 1 by @fragile-teacup (fragile-teacup (Mrs_Gene_Hunt)): So what are the chances that Will and Hannibal emerge from the Atlantic with all their issues resolved, finally a stable unit, murder husbands for life? Pretty much none, right? Certainly, in this beautifully-written post-TWotL fic, there is still a massive amount of that typical Hannigram miscommunication, obfuscation and downright stubbornness that keeps our boys from their happy ending. None of which is made better by Hannibal keeping Will sedated while he recovers from his injuries, or by sequestering them in the house of the one person guaranteed to drive Will out of his mind with jealousy… Centred on that dinner hinted at by the post-credits scene in TWotL, this winds the tension between Will and Hannibal (and Bedelia) to a fever pitch, in an absolute riot of bitchiness, resentment and pining. And then busts everything wide open when Will just can’t keep his emotions under wraps any longer…

Tomorrow, More Sun by @shiphitsthefan: Beardogs (Nigel/Lee) is a new pairing for me but it took precisely five paragraphs of this fantastic fic to make me fall in love. For those who aren’t aware, Lee is the Hugh from the infamous “I like bears” gif, and more specifically is an adorable ball of sass and joy who loves wine and is suffering from terminal cancer (but don’t worry, this is very much not an angsty story). Anyway, our tale begins when Lee is suffering from the worst post-chemo effects of his life and, desperate for relief, begs his dealer – a certain formerly very bad man from Bucharest – to drive out in the snow and provide him with a hit. Now, I mentioned the part where Lee likes bears, right? And there’s no-one more bearlike than Nigel – even “New Nigel,” who’s had to reform his ways (a little) as a result of the bullet in his brain landing him in a wheelchair – and Lee is, unsurprisingly, infatuated. There follows a charming and romantic tale of getting high, telling wicked jokes, and maybe, just maybe, falling in love (but definitely getting the best shag of either man’s life).

To Fuel Your Radiance by @fancybedelia (GoldenUsagi): Mischa Lecter should have died. Should have… and did, except that her brother made a deal with the devil. Hannibal’s soul in exchange for Mischa’s life. Some forty years later, the devil pays Hannibal a visit (disguised as a rather handsome, blue-eyed man named Will) in order to see what he’s done with his life. And, as is the Hannigram way, a mutual interest quickly turns to something much more twisted and obsessive. The brilliant thing about this AU is that, despite being a devilishly sexy (literally), self-assured, phenomenally powerful version of himself, Will is still Will. He’s not some malevolent, flamboyant devourer of souls, he’s still conflicted and weighed down by the nature of what he is. Which leaves Hannibal to take up the role of tempter (yes, even to the Devil himself), drawing Will into killing with him (which, admittedly, takes much less effort with this version!) and falling helplessly in love with the beast that emerges.

Ugly by @slashyrogue (nightliferogue): We as a fandom should be immensely grateful to count slashy as one of our number. She turns out a frankly staggering number of AUs and rare pair fics (in addition to her wonderful Hannigram works) and they are all, without exception, imaginative and beautifully written. Recently she’s been writing a lot of Basic Chickens and this, her most recent (at the time of writing) might be the best yet. When Elias finds a strange, black egg in amongst the chickens, his superstitious brothers order him to smash it, fearing it contains a demon. Elias (of course, this is Elias) refuses, and tends to the egg until it hatches, revealing a small, black, winged monster, which Elias decides to keep,  christening it “Ugly.” Which is all well and good until it turns out that Ugly also sometimes takes the form of a man (quickly renamed Adam) whose determined seduction of Elias has worrying, potentially dangerous side-effects. This is Basic Chickens with a brilliant supernatural twist and the story is sexy, sweet, constantly surprising and very, very much worth your time.

Stricken by @crossroadscastiel (peacefrog): So say, instead of landing on the rocks at the bottom of that cliff, Will and Hannibal instead land in a completely different universe, one where everything seems to be the same, except that they’re not dead from their horrifying injuries. Seems like a win, right? Oh, except there’s the little issue of Hannibal suddenly producing slick and the pair of them needing to shag like bunnies every five minutes or they’ll explode. Yep, the boys are not in Baltimore anymore, they’re in an omegaverse, Hannibal’s in heat, and if they can stop knotting each other’s brains out for long enough, they’re going to need to have a serious talk about feelings. Wanna bet how well that turns out? This is such a fun exploration of the omegaverse concept, with our intrepid murder husbands utterly baffled by what’s happening to them and how they can deal with it. It’s also sexy and sweet as hell – if you’re not into a/b/o, give this a shot, I’d be surprised if it doesn’t change your mind.

Ananta by @unicornmagic (canis_m): A what-if fic, with the what-if in question being ‘how might things have gone, had Hannibal not rubber-stamped Will back into the field but instead recommended he receive further treatment. Oh, and asked him on a date while he’s at it.’ Well, in this ‘verse, it means Will stays away from murder scenes while Hannibal takes his place, that Will starts therapy with a certain blonde ice-queen, and Will has to navigate the beginnings of a relationship with Hannibal while contemplating when he should reveal that he’s asexual. This is a beautifully-paced, patiently crafted exploration of the complex relationship between these two characters and the ways in which they fit together with each other unlike with anyone else. Will’s asexuality is written with grace and sensitivity, as the writer explores the other, less obvious intimacies that he and Hannibal share. If you need something lovely in your life, read this.

The Best of All Possible Worlds by @desperatelyseekingcannibals (TigerPrawn): Mortimer (from Hysteria) is one of my favourite Hugh roles, so I’m always delighted when the adorable, slightly bumbly doctor turns up in a fic. And this one is so much fun, pairing Mortimer with Galen from Rogue One (via some timey-wimey shenanigans that land Galen back in ye olde England) and developing a very sweet romance between the two, even as they try to figure out how to get Galen home. These are two of the most decent characters in the madancy back catalogue and they work really wonderfully together, Mortimer’s eager earnestness nicely grounded by Galen’s steadiness. Plus I was very pleasantly surprised by how much chemistry the characters have together – not to put to fine a point on it, but they’re wicked hot XD. The rare pairs phenomenon is truly the gift that keeps on giving and this is one of my favourite ships to come out of it, please do hop on board and prepare to be totally charmed.

A Way to Live by @sugarmaus (Sugarmouse): Hannibal Lecter is in the market for a new slave. He goes through them quickly, always on the lookout for some elusive something that even Hannibal doesn’t seem able to define. When he spots Will Graham in the dealer’s catalogue, he thinks there’s a chance he may have found it, and when he sees the man in the flesh he is almost certain of it. But Hannibal soon learns an important lesson: Never Underestimate Will Graham. And so begins a complex, high-stakes game of shifting identities and hidden desires between master and slave, with Hannibal’s rigid control slipping further and further as he loses himself to his fascination with getting inside Will’s mind. Essentially an AU in which Hannibal can buy and dispose of murder interns instead of influencing them via therapy this is a sharp and intense character study of our darling cannibal. Hannibal’s ennui and loneliness are front and centre here as he both strives to gain control over Will and hopes that he will not be able to. It’s fascinating, compelling, intelligent stuff, with more than a few surprises up its sleeves.

Fais Do-Do by @moku-youbi: Will is on the run. He has lost control and shot a man, and now he’s tasted blood for the first time and Jack Crawford is on his tail. Which is how he winds up staying at The Little Bear Inn, owned by Mischa Lecter and currently being run by her brother while she is unwell. Of course, this is an establishment run by the Lecters, so nothing is quite as it seems and it may not turn out to be the safe haven Will is looking for. Even if Hannibal is unexpectedly easy to talk to (and not too hard on the eyes, either). Then again, Will’s got some secrets of his own, and we all know what happens to people who underestimate Will Graham… This is a really fun trip through some classic horror tropes, stylishly fusing a Hitchcockian vibe with supernatural elements as Will’s paranoia grows in the face of the Lecters’ strange behaviour and the threat of Jack hunting him down. It’s atmospheric, sexy, and thrilling – old-fashioned horror at its very best.

An American Empath in London by @legohanniballecter (MaddyHughes): In this (very slight) Sherlock crossover AU, Jack loans out Will to Scotland Yard in order to aid them in investigating a series of horrific murders involving Tory politicians (seeing as their normal consulting detective recently jumped off a roof…). Except here, Will hasn’t met Hannibal Lecter, not until he sits next to him on the plane to London, that is, though it doesn’t take long for the pair to become intimately acquainted. Yeah, ain’t no slow burn around here, and Will finds himself in a strange city, attempting to deal with a case that frustrates him, a police force that doesn’t understand him, and an intense, overwhelming attraction to a man he barely knows. Not to mention that Hannibal’s up to his usual tricks: murder, manipulation, and winding Will Graham up to see how he goes. Two years in the making, this densely-plotted, highly intelligent case fic also features some seriously intense Hannigram, with its trademark mix of sexual tension, blood and mind games turned up to the nth degree. I highly recommend giving it a shot – once I started, I found it nigh-on impossible to put down!

And Do Abominable Things With Grace by @thedancingwalrus-blog (The_Dancing_Walrus): I love and adore Pacific Rim, let’s get that out of the way. That said, it’s not exactly the subtlest movie ever made and I always kind of wished they’d done more to explore the concept of drifting. Well, wish granted and with Hannigram into the bargain in this fascinating crossover AU. Set sometime in s2, after Will’s mistrial but before his release, things diverge sharply from canon when Beverly and the FBI arrest Hannibal for his crimes. And then leave canon in the fucking dust when the first Kaiju arrives and Will and Hannibal are kidnapped by the government to be used as guinea pigs in the development of drift technology. Of course, it turns out that fusing the consciousnesses of two people like Will and Hannibal – who are pretty much inextricably bonded from their first glance anyway – has some interesting, and not altogether pleasant, side-effects. This is a genuinely stunning piece of work, playing with POVs and levels of consciousness to portray the invasive intimacy of being forcibly mind-melded with another person and written with a lyrical, experimental style that is both effective and highly memorable. It also has one of the most interesting, insightful depictions of the relationship between Hannibal and Will I’ve had the fortune to read – by turns sad, hopeful and endearing, and never less than utterly beautiful.

Caging the Beast by Vulcanmi: How many have us have begged pleaded wondered how things might have gone if Will had called off his Mizumono dinner plans with Jack and Hannibal? In this AU the stupid idiot our intrepid empath does just that, and, having realised that he doesn’t want to live in a world where Hannibal is behind bars, sets about constructing one in which he can tame the beast and put it in a cage of his own. His decision sets everybody on an unfamiliar path but while some things change (no Florentine jaunt for Bedelia this time), others just can’t be avoided (Mason still needs to be someone’s bacon, and Will and Hannibal still dance around each other like a pair of nervous teenagers). Or put off forever, as Will’s growing awareness of the nature of his feelings for Hannibal shows. Many Mizumono fix-its focus on the murder fam running off together and trying to avoid capture. This takes the opposite approach, keeping everybody in Baltimore with the inherent dangers and tensions that involves, extending the game between Will, Hannibal and Jack, even as the former two inch their way towards true Murder Husband status. It’s a fascinating reframing of canon, retaining many elements from s3 but with Will and Hannibal acting as a team and a family. I lost count of the number of times I sighed “If only…” while I was reading this – if you still dream of what could have been that rainy night in Baltimore, this is definitely the fic for you.

Yet Another Hannigram S1 AU (series) by @coloredink: Fans of intense, complex, drawn-out conversations between Will and Hannibal (which is… all of us, right?) will be in heaven with this two-part series set sometime post-Tobias Budge in s1. Both instalments see the boys thrust into close living quarters and exploring the powerful but confusing nature of their relationship. In and built a little house that we could live in, Will takes Hannibal up on the offer of using his vacation house for a week, on one condition: Hannibal comes with him. There follow seven days in which two solitary men begin to realise they might not want to be solitary anymore, and tentatively negotiate how that might work. By contrast, there’s nothing tentative in follow-up a tower to broadcast all our dreams, in which Will and Hannibal have to pretend to live together as a couple in order to draw out a serial killer. The pretence soon gives way to something else, but when you’re the Chesapeake Ripper, deciding you want a boyfriend comes with extra complications… This series is a beautiful riff on some favourite tropes, the second instalment in particular playing on the “fake date” with brilliant results. It also lets us see a charmingly domestic version of Hannigram, investing time and care in building up the relationship without sacrificing the dark and twisted aspects of their story. And really, does it get any better than domestic fluff with a bit of murder on the side? Nah, didn’t think so…

As ever, if there are bad links, or I’ve misattributed anything, let me know and I’ll fix it lickety-split. Happy reading, lovely fannibals!

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This Wicked Game by @cherrystreet [70k]

An AU in which The Bachelor is gay, Louis is a contestant, Harry is the bachelor, everyone drinks a lot of champagne, the entire world gets to watch them fall in love, and no one plays by the rules.

Yes - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 5)

Originally posted by prettylittlelarrie

Part 4

Word Count 4,655

You were now finished with tour and currently on a plane to London. Harry’s album had just been released the day before and he was doing a secret show that night in London. 

Harry had no idea that you were going to be at the show because you both agreed to just meet in LA when he was there to be on the Late Late Show. However, you missed him and you didn’t want to miss his first solo show because you knew he wasn’t just nervous about it, but it was special to him. 

No one knew you were coming and you weren’t sure how it was going to over. It would be the first time you’ve seen his family and London friends. By the time your plane lands you’ll have enough time to just freshen up at the hotel and head to the show nearby. 

You weren’t sure if you should surprise him before the show or after, but eventually, you decided on after because you didn’t want to ruin his little pre-show routine. 

When you got to the hotel, you took a shower, redid your hair and makeup and then changed into something nice. Once you were ready to go, you headed to the venue. 

You walked inside about twenty minutes before the show was about to start. It was crowded and hot and you were trying to figure out where you should go stand. 

You grabbed a water from the bar and started making your way through the crowd. You could see the section where Harry’s family and friends were standing. 

You bit your lip trying to figure out if you should go stand there or not. 

“Y/N?” Someone shouted. 

You looked behind you and saw a group of fans screaming your name. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see both Anne and Gemma looking right at you. 

“Hi,” you said to the fans. 

“I can’t believe you’re here,” they smiled. “Can we get a picture?” 

“Of course,” you smiled and took a few pictures with the fans. 

“Are you and Harry really back together?” They asked. 

“Uh, yeah, we are,” you smiled. 

“Aww, that’s awesome! We’ve always rooted for you two!” She smiled. 

“Thank you,” you smiled. “That means a lot.” 

“You’re welcome,” she said hugging you quickly. 

You laughed and excused yourself to walk away. 

“Y/N,” Anne said. “Would you like to come stand with us?” 

“Sure,” you said nodding walking over to her. 

You were even more nervous now. 

“I didn’t know you were coming,” she said. 

“Nobody knew,” you said. “I came as a surprise to Harry.” 

“Oh, that’s wonderful,” she said. “How have you been?” 

“Great, I just finished tour,” you said.

“I bet you’re ready for some time off, now,” she said. 

“Uh, yeah, a little bit,” you admitted. 

“Hm, well maybe you’ll be able to take a holiday soon,” she said. “You know while Harry is busy and such.” 

Ouch. 

“Maybe,” you said. 

Luckily, the lights went low and all conversations were finished. You smiled widely when Harry came out on stage with his band. He put on his guitar and looked out into the crowd before starting the first song. 

“Hey, Y/N!” Lou shouted giving you a hug. “How’ve you been?” 

“Great, you?” You shouted back. 

“Same! Do you want a drink?” She asked. 

“Oh, uh, no I’ve got water,” you smiled. 

“You sure you don’t want anything stronger?” She asked. 

“No, I’m good,” you said. 

“Okay! But if you change your mind, let me know,” she smiled. 

You nodded and looked back upon the stage. Harry’s gaze was looking through the crowd again and he looked over at his family when he saw you standing there. 

A smile grew from ear to ear on his face with a bit of a smirk. When the show was over, you all headed to where the caravan was, since there wasn’t really a backstage area. 

You were sort of on your own to the side, while everyone else was standing in a group talking to one another. You sighed looking down at your phone as you waited. 

If it wasn’t for seeing Harry, you would have already left and gone back to your hotel room. You heard the door open and out walked Harry. His family and friends were cheering for him, but he ignored them as he ran over to you. 

“Y/N!” He laughed picking you up and spinning around. “What are you doing here?” 

“I couldn’t miss out on your big show,” you smiled. 

“Are you feeling okay? I know it was boiling in there,” he said. 

“Yes, I’m fine,” you said. “I had plenty of water.” 

“Good,” he smiled giving you a quick kiss. 

You giggled. “You were fucking amazing!” you smiled. 

“I was so nervous,” he laughed. 

“Harry,” Anne said from behind you two. 

“Oh, hey, Mum,” he said letting you go and hugging her. “Hey, Gem,” 

“You were great,” Gemma smiled hugging her brother. 

“Amazing sweetie,” Anne smiled. “We’re so proud of you.” 

“Thanks, Mum,” he smiled. “I’m really happy you all were here.” 

Harry wrapped his arm around you. “All of you,” he smiled kissing your head. 

“Well, shall we get some food now?” Robin asked. “I’m starved.” 

“Yeah, I could go for some food, what about you baby?” He smiled. 

“You know I’m always up for eating,” you laughed. 

“Sounds good,” he smiled. “I need to grab some things from in here, so we’ll just meet you all there in a bit, okay?” 

“We could just wait,” Anne said. 

“No, go on ahead and get a table. Y/N and I will be there shortly,” he said. 

Anne sighed and just nodded before walking to the car along with everyone else. Harry quickly brought you into the caravan and pulled you to him. 

“I can’t believe that you’re here,” he smiled putting his hands on your face. 

“You’re not the only one, but you seem to be the only one happy that I am,” you sighed. 

“I’m sorry about my Mum and sister,” he whispered. “But they’re just trying to look out for me. They think I’m too blinded by love with you.” 

“Damn it, Harry, if they already hate that I’m here, then they’re really going to hate me when they find out about the baby!” You sighed. “They’re gonna think I like tricked you into getting me pregnant or something.” 

“We don’t have to go to dinner if you’re not comfortable,” he whispered. 

“No, no I’ll be okay. Besides this is your night and you should spend with everyone you love and who loves you,” you smiled. “Besides, I don’t want to go back to the hotel just yet.” 

“You are not staying in a hotel,” he said. “You’re coming home with me,” he smirked putting his hands on your hips. 

“Am I now?” You smirked. 

“Yeah, you are, I’ve got too much adrenaline that I’m going to need to get out of my system before I’ll be able to sleep tonight,” he said. 

“And I take it I’m the only one that can help with that?” You giggled. 

“You’re the only one I want to help with that,” he smirked. 

“Good answer,” you smiled. “Now, come on we better get going before everyone thinks we couldn’t wait until after dinner.” 

“Well, we could pop out a quickie right here,” he nodded over to the little couch. 

“Maybe next time, loverboy,” you smirked heading to the door. 

“I’m gonna hold you to that,” he said following you out the door. 

**

When you two arrived at the restaurant, you could tell the air changed a bit as soon as you walked in and you knew that Harry could feel it too. He kissed your cheek before you sat down in the chair he pulled out and then sat next to you. 

“So, how does it feel to have that first show over with?” Lou asked. 

“Amazing, I mean, I was nervous, but looking back now, it went by too fucking fast,” he laughed. “But then again, I’m used to doing longer shows too.” 

“You were so good,” you smiled. “I’m… We’re all so proud of you.” 

“Yeah, really proud of you, baby bro,” Gemma said. 

“Thanks, everyone,” he smiled. 

You all order some food and some order some drinks, but you and Harry stick with water. Once again, nobody else was really talking to you, but Harry and Lou. 

Halfway through the dinner, Anne stands up and clinks her glass. “I’d like to make a toast,” she smiled. 

“Oh god,” Harry laughed. 

“Hush now,” she laughed. “I just want to stay how proud I am of you and how with each thing you do, I find myself being even more proud of you. And I’m looking forward to what you have going on next throughout the rest of the year as you focus solely on your career and see where that takes you.”

You weren’t sure what it was about her speech, but you felt as if that last part was a dig towards you and your relationship with Harry. That he should just focus on his career and not rekindling a relationship with you. Tears were forming in your eyes and you weren’t sure if it was the hormones or just the entire night, but while everyone else was cheering Harry on and clinking their glasses with another one, you get up from the table and rush out of the restaurant.

When you walked out, you didn’t even think about the paps that would be standing outside until you were blinded by the flashing lights. You tried to cover your face with your hands and walk away at the same time, but they just kept getting closer and shouting things at you. 

There was one pap who actually got a little too close to the point where he was knocking your hand away from your face. 

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you snarled. “And get that fucking camera out of my face.” 

“Oh don’t be like that,” he said. “Just give us one good shot.” 

You ignored him and kept walking until you felt arms around your waist and you being lifted off the ground. 

You realized it was the pap and he was trying to feel you up. You elbowed him in the nose and he dropped you down. 

“You fucking bitch,” he yelled as red liquid dripped down his nose and over his mouth. 

The flashing lights were getting brighter and closer to catch the aftermath of what just happened. 

“Y/N!” You heard from behind you. “Fucking move!” 

You turned around and saw a very angry Harry and Jeff walking through the crowd of paps. 

“Y/N!” Harry shouted again. 

“I’m over here,” You shouted. 

“You’re fucking over! I’m pressing charges you little bitch,” the pap said getting in your face. 

“Go right ahead! I’m sure the cops would love to hear how you assaulted me first!” You screamed. 

“You liked it and you know it!” He smirked going to grab you again. 

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Harry said pushing himself in between you and the pap. “You lay one fucking hand on her…” 

“I already did,” he smirked. “She’s got nice tits and they’re real too.” 

Harry only saw red and clenched his fists. He was one second away from drawing his fist up and punching the pap square in the face when security came in and made everyone with a camera get away. 

Angry tears were streaming down your face and Harry turned to face you. 

“Baby, baby, calm down,” he said softly. 

“I can’t! He fucking grabbed me! He picked me up and grabbed my chest!” You cried. “I should have broken his dick along with his nose.” 

“Let’s get you inside,” he said when he noticed people were looking around. 

Harry put his arms around you protectively and walked you into the restaurant. Harry walked you past the table containing his family and friends. 

“Lou, can you come with us?” Harry whispered. 

Lou nodded quickly as she got up from her seat. Anne and Gemma looked at each other worriedly as they saw the shape that you were in and the look of pure hatred and anger on Harry’s face. 

“Can you help her wash up a bit and calm down?” Harry whispered. “I can’t exactly go into the Ladies’ room with her and I don’t want anyone staring at her.” 

“Course,” Lou said. “Come on, love.” 

Harry clenched his fist again and wanted nothing more than to punch a hole in the wall and pretend it was that ass’s face. He was more than pissed off at the fact the guy fucking touched you like that. And if that wasn’t bad enough, you were pregnant and what if that situation escalated and harmed the baby. 

It was still early on in the pregnancy and he would be devasted if something happened to the baby. His thoughts were interrupted when Anne and Gemma made their way over to him. 

“Sweetie, what happened?” Anne asked. 

“Oh, don’t even act like you care, Mum. You two have been treating Y/N like shit the entire night and if you wouldn’t have done that, she never would have gone outside without me or someone to protect her and none of that would have happened,” Harry snapped. 

“Woah, what happened?” Gemma asked. 

“There were easily fifteen or so paps outside flashing cameras in her face outside and then one asshole picked her up and grabbed her. Like assaulted her grabbed her. She managed to hit him in the nose somehow and I got there before he could do anything else and then security got there before I could do anything to him,” Harry clenched his teeth. 

“Oh my god, is she okay?” Anne asked. 

“Did she look fucking okay?” Harry sighed. “No, she’s pissed the fuck off and so am I.” 

The door to the women’s restroom opened up and revealed Lou. 

“She wants you,” Lou said. “There’s no one else in here, so don’t worry.” 

Harry nodded and went into the bathroom. 

“Baby,” he whispered. 

You were leaned up against the counter with tears running down your face. You looked up at him with scared eyes.

“I-I think something’s wrong with the baby,” you sniffled holding your stomach. “It h-hurts.” 

“Oh my god,” he said rushing over to you. “A-Are you sure?” 

“Yes,” you cried. “I’m scared.” 

“MUM! GEMMA! SOMEONE!” Harry cried holding on to you. 

“What’s wrong?” Anne demanded as she rushed into the bathroom. 

“CALL A FUCKING AMBULANCE NOW!” He shouted. “AND TELL THEM TO HURRY!” 

You were on the ground now because the pain was unbearable. You gripped onto Harry’s shirt as you cried. Harry was beyond terrified in that moment, but he tried to hold his composure because he had to be strong for you. 

Your face had turned pale and you were started shake. “The baby… please tell me I’m not losing our baby,” you whispered. 

Anne, Gemma, and Lou’s eyes all widened, but Harry ignored their reaction. 

“You’re not, baby,” he whispered. “You’re going to be fine and our baby is going to be just fine. Everything is going to be okay.” 

You closed your eyes as Harry held you close. You didn’t know what was happening. You didn’t care what was happening as long as your baby, your and Harry’s baby was okay. 

**

As soon as you arrived at the hospital, they took you straight back and made Harry stay out in the waiting room. He was pacing around and running his hands through his hair. 

“Honey, why don’t you come sit down now,” Anne said softly. 

“I can’t sit down! I need to know if my girlfriend and our baby are alright!” He said.

“Sweetheart, come here,” she said. 

He sighed and walked over to the chair next to her. 

“Everything is going to be okay,” she whispered. “The doctor’s are going to take great care of her.” 

“But what about the baby…” he sniffled. “What if something happens to the baby?” 

“How long have you two known about the baby?” She asked. 

“A few weeks,” he sighed. “We found out while I was on tour with her.” 

“I know this probably isn’t the best time to ask this, but are you sure it’s yours?” She asked. 

Harry looked over at his mom with wide eyes. “How can you ask me that?” 

“It’s a valid question, Harry. You two weren’t together for over a year, she could have been seeing other people,” she said. 

“Well, she wasn’t. She didn’t fuck anyone. It’s my baby, it’s our baby,” he said. “And if you would have just accepted the fact we’re back together and didn’t treat her like shit, none of this would have happened.” 

“Harry, this wasn’t my fault and I’m sorry for how I treated her. You’re right, I wasn’t giving her a chance…” she said. 

“No, you didn’t,” he said. “And that was all that I asked when I first told you we were together to give her a fucking chance.” 

“I know and I’m sorry. I was shocked she showed up and all I could think about was the last time you two were together and how hurt you were,” she sighed. “Once we find out, her and the baby are okay, I’ll apologize to her and turn over a new leaf. I promise.” 

“Thank you,” he whispered. “They have to be okay. I don’t know what I’d do if they weren’t,” he sniffled. 

“Shh,” she whispered taking him into her arms. She rubbed his back and he cried softly in her arms. 

A few minutes later, a doctor walked out into the waiting room. 

“The family of Y/N,” the doctor said looking around. 

Harry quickly stood up. “Here! I’m Y/N’s boyfriend,” he said. 

The doctor walked over towards Harry and Harry looked up at him nervously. 

“Is she okay? What about the baby?” He asked quickly. 

“They’re both fine,” he said softly. “Y/N is resting and you can see her in a bit. Now, I understand that Y/N was under some stress prior to experiencing the pain.” 

Harry nodded. “Yes, she was, is that what caused it?” 

“I’m afraid so,” he said. “And if she hadn’t gotten here when she did, we not have been able to calm her down and save the baby. But I will say that for the next few weeks, she needs to take it easy. She’s still in the early onset of pregnancy and after a scare like this, it’s critical to make sure nothing like this happens again.” 

“Of course,” Harry nodded. “We’ll do everything we can. Can I see her now?” 

“Yes, the nurse will take you back,” he said. 

Harry followed the nurse back to your room. When he walked through the door, he went straight to your bedside. You were hooked up to an IV.  Your eyes were closed, so Harry placed a soft kiss on your forehead. 

Tears fell from his eyes as he watched you sleep. He laid next to you on the bed and put his hand on your belly. 

“God, I was so scared,” he sniffled. “I thought we were going to lose our baby.” 

“I love you,” he whispered. “And I’m never going to let anything like what happened tonight happen ever again.” 

You moved around a bit and opened your eyes slowly. You looked up and saw Harry laying next to you. 

“Hi,” you whispered. 

He laughed a bit. “Hi,” he smiled moving hair out of your face. 

“Is the baby okay?” You whispered. 

“Our baby is perfect,” he smiled. 

“I was so scared,” you sighed. 

“Me too,” he sniffled. “I was scared for both of you.” 

“I’m sorry I ruined your big night,” you sighed sadly. 

“Hey, hey, no, baby, don’t worry about that. I’m just so fucking glad that you’re okay and so is our baby,” he whispered. 

“You’re still wearing the pink trousers,” you laughed. 

He laughed. “I didn’t exactly have time to change into something a little more hospital appropriate.” 

You giggled. “Honestly, I can see you know wearing one of your Gucci suits when the baby is born because it’s such a special occasion.” 

“That’s actually not a bad idea, love,” he joked. 

“Oh, god,” you giggled. 

There was a knock on the door and Anne peeked her head in. “Mind if I come in?” She asked. 

Harry looked at you and you gave him a nod. 

“No, it’s okay, come on in, Mum,” he said softly. 

“How are you feeling?” Anne asked. 

“Tired,” you sighed. 

“You gave us all quite the scare,” she said. “But we’re glad that you’re okay.” 

“I take it you know about the baby now, don’t you?” You whispered. 

“I do, yes,” Anne nodded. “And Y/N, I just want you to know that I’m sorry for how I treated you tonight.” 

“Thank you,” you whispered. “I accept your apology.” 

She smiled. “And I just want you to know that from here on out, I’m going to give you a chance. Not because of the baby or because of what happened tonight, but because I know how much my son loves you and that’s good enough for me.” 

“Thank you, that really means a lot,” you smiled. “And I love him too.” 

She smiled. “The doctor said that you’ll have to stay over, so would you like me to bring anything for tomorrow morning or tonight?” 

“Uh, maybe a change of clothes,” Harry laughed. 

“Okay, I can do that,” she laughed. “Well, I’ll be back soon, okay.” 

Harry nodded and then looked down at you. “Why don’t you get some rest?” He whispered. 

“You’re not gonna leave tonight right?” You mumbled. 

“Of course, not, I’m not leaving for a second,” he whispered. 

You nodded and closed your eyes. 

**

You were discharged from the hospital the next day. Harry made sure that security was up and there were no paps outside. The nurse pushed you in a wheelchair out to the car and Harry helped you inside before driving you to his house. 

When he arrived, he parked his car and then came around to help you out. 

“Harry, I’m okay, I can walk on my own,” you laughed. 

“I know, but I just want to help you,” he said wrapping his arm around your waist. 

You walked inside the house and smelled that his Mom was cooking breakfast. “You can lay down on the couch and I’ll go grab your things from the hotel,” he said. 

“Okay,” you said. 

“Do you need anything else?” He asked moving hair out of your face. 

“Um, no I should be good. I didn’t really unpack anything, so you should just be able to grab the bags I brought,” you said. 

He nodded and kissed you quickly before standing up. 

“Wait!” You said. “Don’t you have a flight to catch this afternoon? I mean, don’t we? Maybe we should just wait until we head to the airport to grab it,” you said. 

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said. “You just got out of the hospital. Do you really think you should be on a long flight?” 

“But you need to go, you have work,” you said. 

“I’m not leaving you here alone,” he said. “James will understand, we can reschedule.” 

“You can’t do that,” you said. “Everyone is looking forward to you being on the show.” 

“And you can’t stay here alone,” he sighed. 

“Babe, I’m fine,” you said. “The doctor said I just needed to take it easy and not get stressed, I’d be more stressed if you didn’t go to LA than me being here by myself.” 

“Or should come back home with me,” Anne said walking into the living room with a plate of food. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to ease drop.” 

“No, no it’s okay,” he said. “Would you really take her back home with you?” 

“Of course, I don’t mind, but only if Y/N would like to,” she said. 

“If it means that you’ll go to LA and not worry about me, then yes, I’ll go. Plus, it’ll give your Mom and I time to catch up,” you smiled over to her. 

“See, it’s settled. You’ll go on to LA and Y/N will ride back home with us,” she smiled. 

He sighed and looked down at you. “Are you sure you’ll be okay without me here?” 

“Yes, nothing is really wrong with me anyway, so you have nothing to worry about,” you said. 

“I have everything to worry about,” he sighed. “I have you to worry about for one and our baby for another.”  

“But we’re both fine,” you said taking his hand. 

“Right now, yes, but what if something happens while I’m gone?” He whispered. “I’d never forgive myself.” 

“Nothing is going to happen and you’re only going to be gone for a week,” you said. “And then you’ll be back or I can fly to you in a few days.” 

“No, I don’t want you flying,” he said shaking your head. 

“Yes, Dad,” you joked. 

He laughed. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay, I know it’s because you love us,” you smiled. 

“I do, I really do,” he smiled. 

“We love you too,” you smiled. “And we’ll be fine.” 

He sighed putting his forehead against yours. “Please, do what the doctor said and take it easy,” he whispered. “I’ll be asking Mum if you’re doing what you need to do.” 

You laughed. “Trust me, I’ve been working for months, I’m gonna take some much needed rest.” 

“You better, now you eat your breakfast, while I go pack, okay?” He said. 

“Yes, sir!” You joked. 

“Don’t be such a smart ass,” he laughed. 

**

About an hour later, Harry was about to head out to the airport. He dropped his bags by the door and came over to sit next to you on the couch. 

“I’m gonna miss you,” he pouted. 

‘Yeah, sorry my suprise visit didn’t go better,” you said. 

“It wasn’t your fault,” he said. “And as soon as I get the chance, I’m gonna find that prick and we’re gonna press charges.” 

“We can do all that, but it’s not gonna do anything,” you sighed. 

“We can’t just let him get away with that,” he said. “He grabbed you and almost harmed our baby.” 

“I’m not supposed to stress out remember? Trying to hunt down the guy and go through all the shit to press charges would do just that,” you said. “I’m pretty sure the broken nose I gave him, will do just fine.” 

“I wish I saw that,” he admitted. “I bet it was so bad ass and hot,” he smirked. 

“The blood on my shirt wasn’t,” you laughed. 

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he said. “I’ll buy you ten new ones.” 

“As much as I don’t want you to go, you probably should go so you don’t miss your flight,” you said. 

He nodded and leaned over to kiss you. “I love you,” he whispered. 

“I love you too,” you smiled. 

“And I love you,” He giggled kissing your belly. 

“You’re so fucking cheesy,” you laughed. 

“Only for my babies,” he smiled. 

Harry stood up and walked over to Anne. “Bye Mum,” he said. “Thanks for taking care of Y/N.” 

“Of course, now go have fun in LA and I’ll keep you updated with everything,” she said. 

He smiled. “Love ya,” he said giving her hug and then walking over to you one more time. 

“Bye baby,” he said giving you a hug and kiss before walking out the door. 

You sighed laying back against the couch. This was not how you wanted things to go, but you were thankful that your baby was okay. Now, you just hoped this next with Anne would help your relationship get back to what it once was and not make it worse. 

5

Plant of the Day

Saturday 12 March 2016

A multistemmed specimen of Platanus × hispanica (London plane, maple-leaved plane) creates an amazing specimen tree in the park in Essen, Germany. It was casting a great shadow on the lawn in the early morning light. This large deciduous tree is tolerant of urban conditions with flaking grey and cream bark and maple-like leaves that will appear in the spring.

Jill Raggett

Knot because I love you, just because I care

A drabble for @nickillian cos she loves fake!married tropes

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*unbetad,sorry for the awful title 😂


“You know you have to actually lift the glass to your lips to drink the vodka.”

Emma lifted her gaze from the glass of icy spirit and smiled.

“Funnily enough I had heard that before, Jones.”

“And here I was thinking that I had stumbled upon something revelatory.”

He gestured to the seat beside her and she nodded, waiting until he ordered a drink.

It was Tuesday and The Rabbit Hole sports bar was just about as empty as she had ever seen it. She was glad of it - the last thing she needed now was to deal with a bunch of drunks even if she really wanted to get drunk herself.

His order came, alongside another vodka for her, and he paid with a crisp ten pound note before settling into the stool beside her.

“So, Swan, what brings you to Wimbledon’s only American sports bar tonight?”

He grinned, his smile bright despite how tired he looked.

“I could ask you the same,” she replied, nodding at what remained of his business attire - tie askew and shirt sleeves pushed up.

“I asked first,” he quipped, “But since you must know today I got a new job and I thought it appropriate to celebrate.”

“The one at Graham’s company?”

He nodded. “Yep, you are looking at the new deputy marketing manager for Mills Media.”

Emma smiled. She knew how much Killian had wanted a promotion and it just wasn’t happening in his current position. At least someone had good news that day.

“That’s great,” she sighed softly, staring longingly into her vodka, before quickly adding, “My visa renewal was declined today.”

“Declined?”

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British Invasion | 3

Overview: In the middle of her freshman year of high school Riley Matthew’s mother gets a once in a lifetime opportunity to run her firms London Office. Much to everyone’s surprise her mother accepts the job, forcing Riley and her younger brother Auggie to leave behind everything they’ve ever known. Almost three years later the Matthew’s family moves back to New York and Riley comes to realize a lot has changed in the time she’s been gone.
Author’s Notes: [As always the text in italics are flashbacks.] This chapter is rucas centric and covers what happened when they last saw each other.
Chapter Three: “There’s never a right time.”
Previous Chapters: 1 | 2
Word Count: 3,729 

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Countryside bathed in brilliant summer sunlight and hills covered in weeds and daisies was all Riley saw as she climbed out of her taxi. In less than 48 hours she’d be reunited with her friends for the summer and the excitement of it all was starting to get to her.

The six of them, herself included, made a plan to spend 3 weeks of the summer before sophomore year in Texas on Lucas’ family ranch. After incessantly begging her parents to let her go, they finally agreed and she spent every second after that looking forward to the trip. She hadn’t seen any of her friends since before her family left for London so getting to spend 3 weeks with them in the sun was everything to her.

School in the UK lets out earlier than school in the US so Riley arrived in Texas a day and a half before the rest of the gang would. Her parents didn’t see the point in paying to fly her out to NY just so she can take another flight to Texas. So instead she hopped on a plane from London straight to Austin.

Lucas’ grandfather was more than willing to help her get settled in and show her the ropes of country life. He took a real liking to her the last time she visited, back in middle school, so he was excited to have her back.

Riley took a deep breath and looked around at the hot and cloudless lazy summer day. She had to cover her eyes for the sun was too bright but once her eyes adjusted she couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp at her surroundings. She forgot how beautiful it was.

She breathed in the fresh air around her and let out a genuine smile.

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dralokyn  asked:

Atticus, did you send love letters to a dying tree? Because I saw some love letters to a dying tree that were signed Atticus, and they seemed like your style, and also, you would definitely write love letters to trees.

I did! It was part of http://melbourneurbanforestvisual.com.au/


March 12, 2016, to London Plane, Tree ID 1025146: I am half-way around the world, it is just after midnight my time, and apparently near sunset your time. According to the site that I got your info, you may have less than a year to live, and I hope that this is the best year of your life. I hope the wind is a gentle kiss on your bountiful leaves, that the soil is soft enough for your roots to easily dig into, but firm enough to hold you tight. I hope the sunset is beautiful for you. I love you.


March 12, 2016, in response: Thanks for your kind words Atticus. I have been living it up, knowing my days are numbered. At night when all of the people are sleeping, I sometimes sneak down to the river and dip my roots in. I wave my branches wildly in the wind, swaying like when I was a young sapling.Who knows, maybe I will live longer than they expect?!


May 4, 2017, I send a follow up: Beloved London Plane, I hope you have beaten the odds and are able to yet read this. And if not, I hope the soil has welcomed you home and your memories are passed to the next generation of saplings. I have spoken of you to the trees in the park across my home, a park on the edge of one of the world’s biggest lakes. I am told, by the trees, by the wind, by the Things That Dwell In the Waters, that the lake links to the ocean eventually. We are so far apart and yet connected. I suppose in such ways, and in astral and ethereal and in nether ways, all things are connected. Where ever you are, know that you were a beautiful and kind and adored tree. Your memory will be preserved in the hearts and minds of the dryads and monsters and creatures. I love you, sweet tree. If you have you yet grow, may your sunshine be warm and crisp. If you have passed, sleep well.


I have not heard back (it is currently May 7th, 2017), so I am guessing Good Fair London Plane has left the mortal world to rest in nature.

Today, it was sunny.
Today, you left
and it was sunny.
It is strange how infuriating
such an
innocent detail can be.
Today, it was sunny
but you might as well have taken
Spring away with you.


You left so much behind.
Your red-tinted glass,
the soft plaid that you always put
at the end of your bed,
pens, note sticks, empty envelops
Bits and ends
that no one cares about
when leaving a country.
But tell me, how
I am supposed to walk past them now
and not to think about
all the times you held them
between your hands,
when they were still yours?


You left some hand towels
and bedsheets, and you
gave them to me
neatly folded, because you said
they were of good cotton.
Forgive me,
for how I took them to the charity shop
down the road.
I couldn’t look the lady in the eye
as she thanked me for my donation,
because she had no idea of the value
of what I was  giving her.


Tonight, I dread going home.
I don’t want to sit
in the kitchen with a cup of tea,
As I’ve done countless times before,
Because tonight, you’re not going
to walk through the door
Tonight, you’re not going
to open your cupboard
and make yourself some rice
using the same old pan.
Tonight, you’ll be cooking
in another kitchen
barefoot, and humming to yourself
But I won’t be there to hear it.
Tonight, I’ll go the cinema on my own.
You know how much that will embarrass me,
but I want to share your absence
with others.


Now that you’ve gone
from a vivid face in my everyday life
to a name on the screen,
how I regret
all the times that I didn’t speak,
all the times that you were there
and I just kept to myself.
You saw the boundaries
of my solitude
and you always encouraged me
to loosen them up
‘let’s make some dinner, you’d tell me
‘let’s watch that movie you like’,
‘turn up the volume, Tchaikovsky
deserves it’ but you never
stepped on them,
not even once.


It is absurd to even voice it,
But I hope we will meet again, one day.
Maybe I will have come home too
Or maybe you’ll soon catch another plane
because London is stifling but you can’t
stay too long away from it.
Maybe I will have stopped
dying my hair red
Or maybe you’ll have let yours
Grow back again.
Maybe you will have lost my number
And maybe you won’t look for it,
but I’ll always be waiting,
I’ll always pick up.


I’ll always be waiting
for you to bring Spring back to me.

—  M.B, Left Behind
Sometimes stones roll quietly



My contribution for the first day of @seungchuchuweek
Accidental Kiss, Pets, How they met in form of 5+1 things.


After rudely being shut up by Seung-Gil in a bathroom, Phichit takes the logiacal next step to become his friend. Stones just go rolling from there on

AKA
the 5 times Phichit shut up because of Seung-Gil
+ the 1 time Seung-Gil couldn’t seem to stop talking


I. How they first met

The first time Seung-Gil actually manages to effectively shut Phichit up is when they first meet. It’s before a competition in the US, in Chicago. It’s 2014, and they are both trying to qualify for the Grand Prix Final this year. Phichit is tense and not sure if he’ll even manage to place on the podium in this competition.  Yuuri is doing really well this year, and Phichit is fairly sure that he’ll manage to get to the GPF. Though that’s probably not something he should put his mind on right now, because he is about to start with his short program and he cannot really concentrate. It’s his first really big competition and he hasn’t slept enough last night. Basically his head is spinning with thoughts and memories and a bit anxiety so he just rambles to Ciao Ciao and Yuuri who seem a bit worried.

It’s understandable, normally Phichit is really calm and just enthusiastic, which is only because he’s always competed together with Yuuri and he always concentrated on keeping his best friend calm. Now though, he competes alone against other skaters, some of them he knew like Leo de la Iglesia and Jean-Jacques Leroy others were complete strangers to him. Like Seung-Gil Lee. A Korean skater who has a really bad social media presence. And also really bad social interaction skills from what he’s heard. Phichit hasn’t met the guy yet, but Leo has and it sounded bad.

Phichit is pacing now, wringing his hands and sliding them through his hair. He’s got time, about twenty minutes. He is next to last, with only Seung-Gil Lee behind him. Yuuri shoots him worried looks, even though he is clinging onto his phone because Viktor Nikiforov is skating at Oberstdorf in Germany right now and Yuuri acts like he isn’t going to win with a wide gap. Well, to be right, Viktor is not skating right now because of time difference. He might actually be sleeping or something but the online magazines are still blogging and there are a lot analyses of his programs and as a die-hard fan Yuuri has to keep up. Phichit never really understood the obsession Yuuri has with the Russian.

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