one of you might be my soulmate; i just don't know it yet

Klance Fic Recs, AU Settings I

Okay so I might end up making multiple parts for AU settings. This one contains mostly occupational/hobby/setting AU stuff. So unless an AU fic prominently featured a certain element, it’ll go on another list. So there are some College AUs, 2 Soulmate AUs, and maybe a few others. 

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Olympians
house on fire by ilgaksu
When Lance McClain is eighteen, he qualifies for the Olympics.

When he’s nineteen, he meets Keith.

Correlation does not mean cause, until it totally does.

your love is bright as ever by aknightley (gymnast!Keith, swimmer!Lance)
A brief interlude in the future of the Olympic AU, Christmas with Keith and Lance and their cats.

“This always looks easier in those made for television movies,” Keith tells Blue, who rolls over and out of his lap, chasing her own bits of tinsel.

In It To Win It by Lucy_Claire
One of two things was happening right now, either Lance was having a heart attack on of the biggest day of his life, or he had just laid eyes on his Soulmate.
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Competitive swimmer Lance McClain feels his Timer counting down right when he’s about to jump in the water and finish up his race. He’s faced with two choices in this moment: Continue the race and miss meeting his Soulmate at their fateful time or abandon his life’s work for someone he never met.Lance makes his choice and has to suffer the consequence of never getting back what he missed out on. Or does he?

Swimmers
Ocean Eyes by spacezuko
Lance himself doesn’t even believe in his own abilities. He is drowning in his own pool of desire to be everything that he claims he is. Everything that he wants to be. Keith wonders if he’s broken Lance because he doesn’t say a word, his eyes filled with something opaque that Keith can’t quite pinpoint the meaning of. Lance’s eyes are a deep blue. Not the typical morning sky blue, but the kind of ocean blue one wants to drown in.

With legs like these by Queerswimming
In which Lance finds out that there’s a pool in the castle and challenges Keith to a race.

Lance did NOT think this through. Because not a single thing in this universe could’ve prepare him for the sight of Keith in nothing but a red pair of swimming trunks.

Keith has one arm bend behind his head and stretches it with the other. His back arches beautifully, presenting Lance a perfect view of his well-defined torso. At least the last thing Lance sees right before he dies are those ripped abs.

Football
Mistakes were made by Lynn1998
Lance can’t stand the captain of the football team…so why is he having sex with him?
Part 1 of skinny band nerd takes it up the ass from the beefcake football captain series

Ice Skating/Hockey
On Thin Ice (WIP) by Minadora
Once upon a time, two Canadian nerds decided to start a figure skating au about their two space sons and their wonderful misfit friends. Ten pages of headcanons later we finally put electronic pen to electronic paper and created this monstrosity.

This multi-chapter fic chronicles the lives of a hockey player named Keith who gets forcibly enlisted into figure skating lessons by his brother, Shiro, to “work on his footwork”. There he meets a pompous - yet talented - figure skater named Lance and gets swept away by both the sport and the skater.Enjoy the ride because it’s only just started.

Kiss My Ice (WIP) by delictor
Lance hasn’t skated in a year since the accident that cost him the Olympics. Keith can’t skate for shit but that doesn’t stop him from catching Lance’s attention, even when he can’t so much as stand up after falling on the ice.

‘When a person really desires something, all the universe conspires to help that person to realize his dream.’

“Soon as we’re off this ice you’re dead.” Keith’s threat is an empty one and he knows Lance can tell by the way he laughs at it.
“Serious question though, do you not know who I am?” Lance questions.
“Should I?”
“No, I guess not.” Lance shrugs. “I’m gonna twirl you, okay?”
“No, no don't—wait!” Keith cries out as he’s suddenly viewing the entire arena and his legs go rigid before colliding into Lance’s chest, his chest rising and falling with laughter, hands gripping Keith’s upper arms gently. “Put me back on land.”
“Technically, we are on land.”
“We’re on frozen water, get me off it.”

Quidditch (Non Hogwarts AU)
The Marks We Make (WIP) by wittyy_name
Lance McClain constantly dreams of the day he’ll finally meet his mysterious soulmate. They don’t say much, if anything at all, but they leave him with gorgeous paintings temporarily tattooing his skin. It’s not exactly the situation he hoped for, but when he feels the connection between them, he can’t bring himself to resent them. As much as he wishes his soulmate would just talk to him, he’s resigned himself to being patient. In the meantime, he has a loving family and good friends to help him get by.

Keith Kogane dreads the day he’ll finally meet his obnoxious soulmate. He’s just an art student who’s struggling to find his place in the world. There’s so much he hasn’t been able to control in his life, and the thought of having a soulmate, just another thing in his life which he also has no control over yet can’t do anything about, is a little terrifying. So he ignores the words that occasionally appear on his skin. He has other things to focus on: like being a new student at a big university where his childhood friend and step-brother go.

Surfers (mostly surfer!Lance)
Should I Stand Up on Fear (And Tell You How I Feel?) by Lulatic
“So, it’s really a good thing that Lance got distracted before he dragged you out there with him,” Hunk chuckled. “I guess flirting became more important than your guys’ rivalry.’

Keith blushed again, looking away with a huff. “Yeah, whatever. He’ll probably be distracted long enough that I can go back to the Castle before he decides I need some surfing lessons.”

Pidge laughed, that kind of cheeky giggle that made Keith and Hunk look over at them with wide eyes. Pidge raised a single eyebrow at Keith, grinning mischievously. “Oh, but you won’t be going back to the Castle any time soon, now will you? Not when Lance is out there, soaking wet, wearing nothing but a pair of swimming trunks.”

Pride Tide by lemoninagin
He’d stared up, watched the differing patches of sunlight play the most stunning array of colored patterns across Keith’s pale face as he grinned mischievously over him. Time slowed, his own breathing became laboured and caught in his throat.

“You can teach me, right?” Keith had asked in a shyer voice than usual, brushing the tangled mess of his windswept hair away from his eyes and cocking his head towards the boards.

Save his smile by Queerswimming
Keith wants to protect Lance’s smile and finds his answer at the beach. Starring an awkward Keith, Surfer Lance and Hunk playing a giant ice berg.

Lance caresses the wood gently. His eyes turn soft as he speaks. “My big brother taught me how to build a board.” He laughs softly. “I always messed it up though. I wasn’t patient enough to do it right.“ He taps on the wood and looks at Keith with a sad smile that knocks the breath out of Keith lungs.

“Who would have thought that I would build a surf board in space though.”

He laughs at that but Keith can tell that Lance is faking it. He always can.

Roller Derby
Like Devo by surveycorpsjean
As rival jammers, they’re rough, skating around the rink, giving bruises, bloody noses, broken ribs and snapped fingers-

But when the cops show up, Keith grabs his hand and yanks Lance into the storm drain.

And thats how they start dating.

Streetracing
Purple Lamborghini by warschach
“I need you to focus on this race. No more hate flirting with Keith as much as I enjoy it. I like winning more.”

He scoffed, “I don’t flirt.”

“Then stop saying you’re going to teach him how to ride.”

“I was talking about driving. Duh,” Lance countered with an attitude mastered purely by Valley girls and entitled customers.

“Yea, Lance it doesn’t come off like that at all. It sounds like you’re gonna fuck him.”

“I’m not.”

ARTISTS (also including Musicians and Modeling)

Photographer
Pretty Boy by MilkTeaMiku (photographer!Keith)
A pretty Spanish boy shoves a bouquet of flowers under his nose and tells him to stop and smell the roses, so Keith does.

Roommates by manamune (photographer!Lance, artist!Keith)
(13:24) Lance: Thank you!! Love you, Keith!!!

(13:55) Keith: I’m screenshotting that for the next time you deny it.

Sight for Sore Eyes by writewild
Photographer!Lance’s deadline for the magazine he works on the side for is coming up really soon, and has to search last-minute photo opportunities soon. One boy catches his eye.

Riptide by songsofthespring (photographer!keith, surfer!Lance)
Keith fumbles with the camera around his neck and lines up a shot. The boy coasting down a wave, one hand kissing the water. Keith zooms in as far as his lens will allow him. Droplets frame the boy’s brown skin and cling to his hair and chest. His eyes, little pinpricks of light from this distance, are nevertheless still recognizably as bright as the ocean itself. It looks like he could be dancing when he rides a wave; every part of his lanky frame seems to merge with the board and the ocean beneath him.

He’s beautiful.

Foreign Scenes  by bwyn
Lance has been dreaming of travelling since the first time he heard stories from his family as a child. Now, having finally the time and money to do it, he goes on a trip to Europe to see some of the most culturally rich cities on the continent. Except he keeps bumping into the same guy over and over again, in random cities, doing stupid shit, and ultimately dragging Lance into his trouble, too.

Basically an AU in which Lance and Keith become impromptu travel buddies and get into trouble.

Artist
7 Days to Fall For You by saiikavon (artist!Keith, ballerina!Lance)

Keith is an art student who mostly keeps to himself, taking note of the beauty in life but keeping his distance from it. This includes the beautiful dancer he sees across the street from his apartment…until a week-long art project pushes him to change that.

(For Klance Secret Santa 2016)

And Now You’re Mine (WIP) by Samyx914 (some artist!Keith)
“No, really. I’ve been thinking about that movie since I got up and that’s the only copy they have and I want it.”

“But, I was faster.”

“But, I want to watch it.” The stranger laughs.

“Well, you could always come home with me to watch it.” He says with a wink.

“Okay.” The stranger’s eyes widen. What the fuck, Keith? No. You don’t go home with strangers… Anymore. 

In which Keith wants to watch a movie, so he goes to find it at Walmart. When there’s only one copy left and someone else picks it up first, his only option is to go home with a stranger. Keith didn’t count on this stranger being so easy to fall for.

Visions by becca2793
"It’s funny, because as a tattoo artist he makes art that lasts pretty much forever – as far as the person who has it is concerned – but a street artist…their art lasts maybe a couple of days.”

Keith comes in for a tattoo; Lance immediately falls in love. With his art. His love for Keith comes later.

Take the Easel Way Out by svensationalist
Oh no, he’s hot, Lance thinks while he’s dying.

(Pidge elbows Lance sharply a little while later. “You’re not dying, dumbass,” they whisper. “Pay attention, the pose started.”)

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Written for klanceweek day 1, “Red/Blue”. Art class AU where Lance can’t focus because one of the new life drawing models is too attractive.

Cute as Fcuk by anonymouschupacabra
Even though he had never seen the hot guy before in the year that he’d been going to college, it was like the dam had broken, because Lance saw him everywhere. From the sculpture rooms, to the library, to the cafeteria, the guy was everywhere Lance was, and it only made it that much harder to ignore the hot buzzing he felt inside every time he saw him.

Dancers
7 Days to Fall For You by saiikavon (ballerina!Lance) see above ^

i bet you look good on the dance floor by xShieru
“So like in 'Step Up’?”
Allura shrugs. “Now that you put it like that - yes. I guess it’s just like in 'Step Up’.”
The smile that she sends Shiro’s way - followed by a shy wave, eugh - is sickening to say the least, and Lance still doesn’t believe in dance camps

.-

Lance McClain’s dancing career begins and ends with Keith.

Keith just wants to find out what Lance’s deal is.

you raise me up by rhapsodyinpink
“What, you don’t think I look like Patrick Swayze?”

Keith snickers. “Absolutely not. You are Jennifer Grey in this situation.”

“That’s a fair point. Nobody puts me in a corner,” replies Lance, nodding seriously, before his expression turns mischievous.

“So then…are you saying you want to call me Baby?”

Keith flushes red, but stands his ground as he leans in closer. “Are you saying you want me to?”

Shut Up and Dance With Me (WIP) by wittyy_name
Lance and his friends have been regulars at the Altea Dance Studio for years. Not just for classes, but to hang out, practice, and spend time with good people who love dancing. Every year, they audition to be one of the few representing Altea at the regional dance competition. Lance always auditions solo, but this year he misses out on auditions and blows his chance to participate. And so does his self-proclaimed rival, Keith.

Luckily, Shiro comes up with a brilliant plan: convince Lance and Keith to audition as a duo.

With a little convincing, and a lot of effort, these two might just be able to pull it off and go to regionals… or they might crash and burn.

Musicians
That Would Be Alright by icedsonder
And call it spur of the moment, his exacerbated pining over past few months, or even his own alcohol impaired judgment, but Keith let his inhibitions take a backseat as he took a step forward and pressed his forehead against Lance’s to sing his next lines.

“I know I’ll fall in love with you, baby”

Musically Insane by myparadisepalace
It had only taken Lance three days after becoming the blue paladin to realize there were no instruments in the castle. And even if there were, Lance figured they’d be too obscure and strange for him to be able to play.

PROFESSIONS (i.e. cops, doctors, EMTs, waiters)

Soldiers/Assassins/Spies
Counting in Code by DLanaDHZ
There was no one better in the field. The Voltron Force was efficient and deadly, and they took no new recruits. They were hand-picked, and though they didn’t always get along, they were family. Under the stress of a mission, the team counted each other as a way to calm down and focus. But Keith couldn’t count, because counting meant he knew where everyone was, and right now all he had was a pair of bloody dog tags in place of his partner.

blink if you want me by xShieru
He wakes up to Pidge’s face hovering above him. “You gotta stop running into him like this.”
“Dude, he fucking shot me.”
“I know. We saw.”

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A hitmen AU wherein two thirsty assholes fall for each other and then jeopardize their respective missions because of it.

Retail/Food (waiters/cashiers/clerks)
Melt With You by dumpsterdiva
If you ask Keith what summer means to him, he’ll say shitty weather, a bag of quarters, sticky blue raspberry kisses, and not-quite-midnight sandwiches.

Summer job AU at the pier feat. Keith as a shaved ice slave and Lance as an aquarium camp counselor.

You Dropped a Bomb by quartetship
Lance loved his job.

OR: The Klance LUSH au

Tollbooth Operator
Drive Me Crazy by battleshidge
Keith stared blankly at the tollbooth operator for a moment before trying to stifle a groan. Somehow, he always managed to get the booth with the flirtatious attendant, a lanky brown-haired man with clear blue eyes and a confident grin. It didn’t matter that he changed what lane he went through—at least three times a week on his way home from work, Keith was forced to suffer through the horrendous flirts that this man tossed his way.

Taxi Driver
Finish What You Started by battleshidge
“You were right,” Keith breathed, looking up at Lance with a fire in his eyes. “I did start this,” he lifted his chin, pressing a soft kiss to Lance’s jaw. And another. And another. Lance thought it was torture—sweet, sweet torture. And then that challenge sparked in Keith’s eyes again as he asked, tone low and resonant, “Are you going to finish it?”

Pizza Delivery
You Stole a Pizza My Heart by KaSaPe
Keith just wanted a pizza. The cute delivery boy with the weird grin and stupid flirting (?) had other plans.

Or: Keith just doesn’t get Lance’s flirting. At all.

Lifeguards
six foot dive (WIP) by shizuoh
“I’m bisexual,” Lance says.

Keith furrows his eyebrows. “Good… for you?”

“I’d like to buy you a drink,” he starts, and grins, “and then get sexual.”

Keith shoves him into the water.

(or: lance and his family go to california for a two-month vacation. cue hot lifeguard keith gyeong-kogane.)

Lessons by amycoolz and SylviaW1991
Keith has been nothing but a thorn in Lance’s side since the mullet-haired ass first walked into the classroom. But when he decides to get himself shoved into the deep end and, wow, can’t even swim, Lance has to save his pretty self and then Pidge volunteers him to teach Keith how to swim. Great. Just great.

Nurse
Racing Heartbeats and Hospital Bedsheets by screwtodayimsleeping (nurse!Keith)
Me: Hunk
Me: Buddy
Me: emergency!!!!
HunkyBae: what’s up, lance? Are they not letting you out of the hospital yet?
Me: HUNK
Me: the male nurse that took my blood was probably the sexiest person i’ve ever seen
Me: and im literally wearing two sheets as an outfit

BUSINESSES (e.g. Coffeeshop, flower shop, animal shelter)

Office
eyes wide to you with wonder by aknightley
Keith doesn’t dislike his job, but he definitely dislikes Lance. Probably. Maybe.

“Coran thinks you’ll bang at the Christmas party but I think that’s giving you guys way too much credit,” Pidge says thoughtfully. “Hunk is a romantic. He thinks Lance is gonna ask you out any day now. I think he’s got a week or so before he owes me like a hundred bucks.”

“Pidge, what the fuck?” Keith says, flustered. He nudges them again with his foot, this time slightly harder. They scowl at him, swatting him away. “Why would you bet on me and Lance?”
Part 1 of Office AU

Flower Shop
i’ll gift you the stars by Kyoshu_Koi
Flowers and stars. At least they were giving him things he liked.

Cactus by PinkHitman
When Keith moves from the desert in the middle of ass backwards nowhere, to plop in the middle of the big city, he doesn’t expect to instantly grow fond of the tall, endearing, jerk across the street. But it’s hard not to see roses when said person works in a flower shop.

Arcade
got game by warschach
Lance hates his job until the one day he doesn’t.

Bakery
you’re so sweet; will you be mine?  by jojotext
A new bakery pops up right across the street from Lance’s bakery.

In which Lance is an idiot, Keith is an asshole, and Pidge is the next Dr. Phil.

Coffeeshop
nothing’s quite as sweet by dimpleforyourthoughts and thebrotherswinchester
Keith is a barista who hates his job. Lance works at the cat shelter across the street.

SOCIAL MEDIA (Tumblr AU, bloggers, Youtubers, gamers)

Youtubers
you had me at merlot by DJAlien
“Oh my God,” Lance says as he covers his face. Keith’s tinny voice blares from his laptop speakers: “What do you call a fake noodle? An impasta.” See, this joke might have been funny if someone charismatic and charming had said it, but Keith’s flat voice and even flatter expression effectively kidnaps, tortures, and then decapitates any chance of it being remotely humorous.

Keith accidentally starts a YouTube channel. Lance, of course, refuses to be left out. It goes about as well as you’d expect. (Ft. copious amounts of wine and a truly shameless number of references to MyDrunkKitchen, DailyGrace, and general pop culture)

The Boyfriend Tag by theoddpacolypse
Keith and Lance are famous YouTubers, along with the rest of their friends, and though they consider each other “rivals” in some ways, they are actually incredibly close. So close that they are actually dating in secret and constantly dropping hints to their fans, whom desperately want them together.
Part 1 of What Happens on Youtube series

Gamers
Next Level (WIP) by battleshidge
“Dammit, Blue, don’t die on us yet! We only just started!”

Red’s voice snapped in his ears, and Lance cursed under his breath. He tried to backpedal quickly, but being flat on his back with the enemy looming above made for certain movement limitations. On top of that, he was already injured, and he could see the red patch spreading across his thigh. He could really use some of Hunk’s portable healing pods, that was for sure. And that, Lance observed, was a very nasty looking knife that was about to plunge straight through his chest.

Well, shit.

Effect: +100% Love, -100% Logic (WIP) by manamune
In the real world, Lance is barely making it by in his senior year. He’s failing most of his classes and is only one more fuck up away from being kicked off the swim team.

In the virtual reality game Voltron, Lance lives an entirely different life as the internationally-known Blue, an archer with impeccable aim. He’s filthy rich, has a trillion friends, and is a part of the most feared guild in the game.There’s just one problem: he’s madly in love one of his guildmates, Red.

Things begin to go downhill when a kid who acts suspiciously similar to Red transfers to Lance’s school.

Bloggers
a recipe for two by battleshidge
He wondered, briefly, what the look on Lance’s face would be if he actually did say yes.

It’s Mutual (Follow Back Already) by JessicaMDawn
At twenty-four, Keith decides to figure out what this 'tumblr’ thing is. It’s confusing at first, but Keith learns to have fun with it with help from a few new friends. AKA Keith’s adventures on tumblr.

lost thoughts

Originally posted by yixingsosweet

Title: lost thoughts

Pairing: Kim Minseok/Reader

Genre: Soulmate!AU.  You hear your soul mate’s thoughts inside your head since the moment they/you are born.

Summary: The sound of his voice inside her head brings a smile to her face or a frown to her features. If only Minseok wasn’t so teasing maybe things would be a little bit easier.

If only her mind could shut up for three seconds, she would be able to study.

And she really meant those words, without caring that she liked neither this topic nor studying whatsoever, but she really needed to pass this exam, yet, the voice on her head kept singing hit songs, thinking about food and some other dirty thought that would cross their heads. Not that she had two voices inside her head, one coming from a male and the other completely hers…but it was rather something she was born with. All her life she had heard the voice of her soul mate and she’d like to think it’s beautiful –and in some way it is- but at this point, it was annoying. She had heard his voice as a kid, mostly talking about how he had lost a game with his friends and asking who she was, then when he was a teenager he would be colder…slightly lost in the feeling of going through puberty and finding new lovers, and now…the man that she recognized as Minseok was nothing more than doing anything to get her riled up.

From what he thought, she could tell that Minseok was a pretty vivid and lively person. Sometimes he thought about his friends, giving them presents or teasing them as a way of showing them his love. Other times, he simply thought about food and how grumpy he was because he was hungry. From what she knew, he was on summer break at this moment and she was taking classes in the summer, hence why she was so mad because he was doing this on purpose. Back when they were both children, they didn’t know that they could have a full conversation with their thoughts, but now that he learnt that he could talk to her and hear her just from thinking…he used it to his will.

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andreil happy fics! ♥

basically, I’ve spent the previous week going through the AFTG tag (yes, I went through all the 1250 works) on ao3, because I needed more content, official or not. and since it was so freaking hard to find some quality happy content™ (bc apparently y'all like to suffer that much —which, to be fair, I should have expected and I can #relate), I thought I could make it easier for anyone else seeking it and share it here! 🎉

so this is a recommendation list with my favorites ones so far; they’re all from ao3, and if you find any of your works there and want me to remove them from this list, just message me and I’ll remove it. if you have any recommendations for me to add here, message me too! ♥ I haven’t read anything from ff.net or tumblr just yet, but I plan on doing that later this week.

they’re not all entirely happy and they’re not that happy either, but then again that’d be hard considering the amount of trauma and tragedy the authors have to work with (thanks nora). but!!! they’re happy enough to make it to this post, so yeah! you’ll probably gonna enjoy them.

right now there are more oneshots, canon-ish, mostly set right after TKM or a few years in the future. I might add an AU and multi-chapter category later, so keep checking for updates! and don’t forget to show appreciation for the authors by leaving comments and kudos! ♥

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anonymous asked:

Do you know any fics with slytherin!harry. Preferably in the long range?

I have a few! I am very picky about my Slytherin!Harry, because I don’t like him to be OOC (sooo no Harry supporting Voldemort or anything like that) and I find that a lot of Slytherin!Harry fics make him into an entirely new character. I thought the following ones were very well done though!

Slytherin!Harry Recs

Leo Inter Serpentes by Aeternum (658K combined so far)- Just one conversation between two eleven year old boys goes slightly differently, and the world changes. Just how much will be different with Harry being sorted into Slytherin, and how much will stay the same?
My favorite Slytherin!Harry fic! It’s a canon re-write starting from book one, but enough things change that it stayed exciting throughout! Also Harry has a pet snake! And Snape becomes his mentor!! ALL THE GOOD THINGS!!! You should be warned that it’s a WIP. But the author is currently actively posting the 6th book, and I have hope it won’t be abandoned :)

Written on the Heart by who_la_hoop (114K)- Harry doesn’t mind that so many Slytherins from his year have returned to finish their NEWTs, really he doesn’t. It’s just – do they have to be so friendly? He’s not prejudiced, really he’s not. It’s just – they’ve got to be up to something, right? Unnerved by the attention he’s attracting from everyone – the Slytherins are the least of it, to be fair – and struggling with a raft of changes to Hogwarts itself, Harry wishes he could be happy that one constant remains: Draco Malfoy really fucking hates him. When he’s hit by an illegal love-spell though, Harry finds he has more to worry about than whether or not Blaise Zabini actually wants to be his friend. For if everyone affected has been blessed – or cursed, by the look on Malfoy’s face – with a magical tattoo revealing the name of their soulmate, what does it mean that Harry’s skin remains completely bare?
kfhdsjrg3hi SOUL MARKS!!! c;mbxneiu EIGHTH YEAR!!! rewuy,obsk AMAZING AUTHOR!!! Harry is forced to move to Slytherin!!!! Need I say more? Seriously, this fic is amazing. Harry doesn’t act super Slytherin, but he has to live there, so it counts, right?!

Malfoy Flavor by Vorabiza (199K)- Harry’s ready to banish the Golden Boy image and take charge of his life. Unfortunately for him, or fortunately, there are surprises in store for him.
Okay so this one might be a tiiiiiiiny bit ooc, but I LOVE VORABIZA’S STUFF and it’s so fun to read that in this case I don’t even care. Harry disguises himself as Dustin Snape (okay I know I also had to get over the fact that this is a horrible name) and “transfers” into Hogwarts and is a total badass and just READ IT.

Other People’s Choices by Lomonaaeren (82.5K so far)- AU. The Sorting Hat doesn’t just let the Sword go when it falls on Harry’s head in the Chamber, but also Sorts him again, this time into Slytherin. Harry is furious and terrified, and the adults aren’t helping much.
WIP. And I haven’t read it yet!!! But it looks amazing and Lomon is always amazing, so I am very excited for it to be finished. Also, if you are just looking for a Slytherin-esque (adult) Harry or Dark!Harry or Grey!Harry, she has written a ton of that in other completed fics!

Progressive Displacement by GatewayGirl (21K)- Harry didn’t mean the wish that way. From his point of view, it hadn’t even worked.
Another one I haven’t read! I just discovered it right this very moment while poking around to make this list, but it looks really good! I think Harry wakes up in several alternate realities, and he’s a different Slytherin!Harry each time. All I know for sure is that it starts with Harry taking Draco from Azkaban, and I love that <3

Cunning and Ambition by MinaAndChao (372K)- “The weak in courage is the strong in cunning” -William Blake. One small gesture and one simple sentence change lives, and through it, history. A Slytherin!Harry AU. Abandoned in the sixth book.
This series is a pretty straight-forward Slytherin!Harry re-write, and it stays pretty similar to canon. It was abandoned in Book Six.


Also someday (hopefully!!) you will be able to read my WIP, Test of Time! Harry and Draco both go back in time to just before first year, and Harry ends up being sorted Slytherin this time around. There will be Slytherin politics and Draco teaching Harry how to be more Slytherin (among many other things; this is just a side-plot), and it will diverge almost entirely from canon :D

bharatanatyamandballet  asked:

Hi!! I was just wondering - do you have any good andreil fic recommendations?? I ADORE lessons in cartography and wanted something like that. I'm sorry to bother you if you don't read FICS!!

i haven’t yet read lessons in cartography i’m sorry :( i’ve been told there aren’t any other fics quite like it but i’m still willing to make a list of andreil fics to recommend!! thanks to all my friends who gave me more recs

* a star just means i haven’t read it but it’s been recommended to me

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Can you please write an au soul mate edition for soldier 76 and his younger female s/o. I don't have any real specifics. I just want him to have finally given up on avoiding her and finally deciding to claim her and her accepting her broken soldier. Thank you so much for all your hard work!

Soulmate

Originally posted by castlecarv

A/N: Lets pretend its established that Soldier’s been keeping tabs on you since you joined OW. I feel like this might seen a less rushed that way. 

The giveaway was the scars.

Long healed, fleshy scars that slashed across your face in exact same way they did him.  He hated himself for what he had done to you. No doubt you suffered the pain alongside him when they were carved into his skin. His chest aches at the thought. So young and beautiful yet he had already ruined you without having meant to.

However, he recalls when D.Va has asked if they bothered you. A casual question brought up when she caught you prodding your fingertips along the one at your lips. Out of habit, He noted. Having caught you done it many times before. The question had peaked his interest. Looking from the corners of his eyes with a stare hidden beneath the red of his visor. 

“They used too.” His hands clutch, surprised as you smiled at the gaming star. “I feel like they add character, ya know? Kind of gives me that badass ‘don’t mess with me’ look.” D.Va laughs, joining in on your smile while Solider excuses himself from the room.

He can’t bring himself to look at you without feeling like he’s failed you way before he’s gotten the chance to prove himself. So, he does the only sensible thing he can think of when you come around. He avoids you. It’s hardly noticed at first -he’s a busy man- so no one questions why he makes a hasty exit at your entrance. No one, however, Ana being with a keenly trained eye and sense for good gossip.

She is the one who approaches him in an attempt to stop this. The skirting and dancing around. The smallest glimpse of him staring at you from afar has her thinking how absolutely absurd he’s being. Her posture is relaxed as she stops behind him stealthily, a warm cup of tea in hand. “You should tell her, Jack.” She says causing the super soldier to jump where he sits. His body goes rigid as he resumes cleaning the mechanisms of his rifle.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, Ana.” The woman gives a hearty laugh. One he knows is meant to put him on edge, which it does. Ana merely sips from her cup satisfied with its effect.

“Please.” She waves her free hand dismissively. “They might not have your face but they do have your scars.” She crosses her arms over her chest looking at nothing in particular. “They are your soulmate, Jack. That much is obvious. Not many have the privilege nor opportunity of meeting them in this lifetime.” She pauses with a sigh while her face softens. Her tone is gentle as she pats his shoulder twice reassuringly. “Do not waste yours.”


Soldiers steps are taunt and loud as he paces the through the corridors of the base in search for you. His hands are held as fists at his sides and his eyes stare straight forward to his objective. He feels a sudden race of his heart, the thumps loud enough to be heard in his ear. His palms are sticking to leather interior of his gloves and his jacket feels much tighter than usual.

The old soldier has thought over his options. Every successful idea and their equally non-successful counterpart. He’s thought about it till his head began to ache and he recognized he cannot take any more of this game of never ending avoidance. He knows what he has do -for his sake and for yours.

He had experienced a shooting pain earlier that evening. A bright red and irritated mark on his calve knowingly letting him know you had somehow gotten hurt on the mission you were set to return from today. It was his first and only clue as to where you might be so late in the evening. Aside from your room, which he had already checked first.

Jack enters the med bay room hesitantly.  A hand leaning on the door frame as he peaks his head in scanning the room.

“Oh hey, 76.” You remark awkwardly when his eyes meet yours from your medical bed. A blanket across your lap as you swipe away at what you were working on. “You can come in if you’d like.” There’s a visitor’s chair at your bed side to which you motion with the tilt of you head. He eyes your leg wearily as he moves to take a seat. “It’s really not as bad as it seems.” You dismiss, tilting your head to catch his eye. “At worse it’ll leave a scar. No biggie.”

Soldier frowns, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. He intertwines his fingers together and sighs. “It doesn’t bother you?”

The older man watches as you pucker your lips, looking up in thought. A shake of your head follows soon after. “No, not really.” You motion to the ones on your face rather fondly. Pointing them out for him besides them being rather obvious. “I already have these. ’Course, they were from my soulmate but it doesn’t make them any less cool. My soulmate probably looks like one big badass with the number of scars they’ve given me.”  

The red of his visor peers at you while his tone remains level headed although a bit shaky. The mere mention of soulmates has his heart racing even more. “You believe in soulmates?”

A nod. “That they’re out there, yeah.  A connection -a bond- between two beings meant to be. It sounds magical having someone you’re meant to be with. Someone fate has chosen for you. ” He can see the emotion in your eyes, warm and dreamy. It wanders off into the distance as you drag your fingertips over the scar at your lips. “I remember when I first got these.” You begin. “They weren’t the only ones. Quite frankly, I was covered in them that day. They had hurt so badly that I cried for hours.”

Im sorry. It hangs on the tip of his tongue wanting to be said. However, he bites his cheek and lets you continue.

“Then the aching stopped. The scars were still raw but the pain wasn’t there anymore. I got so scared.” You confess with a bitter laugh. “You’d think I’d be happy but I didn’t know why the pain just disappeared. It made me worry what had happened to them. Did they die? Had I lost them before I even got to see them?”

“Then I started getting more, big and small. Got a nasty one on my side from god knows what a few months back but it lets me know that there still alive. Somewhere out there doing some pretty reckless things but alive nonetheless.” He hadn’t noticed how close he’d leaned until your arm accidently brushed against his. A jolt of electricity eliciting from the simple touch. “Look at me, I’m rambling on about someone I’ll probably never meet.”

“No, it’s alright.” He says much too quickly. “I-ah, I never really talked to anyone about it much before.”

You clasp your hands in front of you while you shuffle to sit comfortable without aggravating your wound. “Do you believe in soulmates, Soldier 76?”

Soldier snorts. “If I do, I don’t deserve them.” He mutters. “I’m just a broken soldier. An old dog without any new tricks.” He pauses, looking away when you frown. “They deserve much better.”

“Hey, scars look good!” You remark, placing a hand on his shoulder and offering a gentle squeeze. “And it doesn’t matter. A soulmate is someone who your meant to be with. Someone fate has made just for you -for each other. So, what if you’re not perfect? No one is! I’m sure you’ll soulmate will love you no matter what.”

Soldier tilts his head to stare at you for a moment. Letting the weight of your words sink in before adjusting his seating as well. “You really believe that.”

“Of course, I do.” You smile. “You don’t give yourself much credit for the good you’ve done, do you?”

The way your eyes meet his with such reassurance sets his chest ablaze. Warmth radiating from your being flushing to melt and crack his exterior. A shortly silence overcomes the room. The hum of various machines and mechanisms that surround you echo off the white walls.

He’s made his decision and, by god, he is going to stand by it. Soldier sets himself on his feet, arms lifting towards the sides of his visor. For a moment, you stare at him with curiosity as the mechanism unlocks with a click. His eyes are crystalline blue, avoiding your gaze momentarily as he trembles nervously. Your eyes scan the scars that adorn the ruggedness of his face, ones that perfectly like up and match with yours. The heart monitor connected to your bed side beeps with your sudden increase in pace. However, the noise goes unnoticed as you both are focused on each other.

There’s a lump in your throat swallowed followed by a dryness of your mouth. “I… had a suspicion but-” Emotions overcome you and as your eyes begin to water. “I didn’t think -I thought I’d never find you.”

Soldier attentively moves to wipe is away the tears that fall past your eyes. He stops shortly but you lean in to meet him half way. The gloves of his hands are rough and tarnished but they brush against your skin with such tenderness that it’s just so him. “You had a suspicion it was me?”

You titter a bit over the happy sobs. “Your mask doesn’t cover much of the top scar on your face.” You lift a hand to touch where it begins on his forehead. The feel of your fingertips tracing smooth scarred tissue makes his chuckle where you know it tickles to touch. “It’s in the exact spot mine is in.”

His eyebrows furrow. “But?”

“But I’ve never seen the rest of your face. I didn’t know if the rest matched up. I didn’t want to assume either or give myself false hope but,” You confess, hands coming up at his sides in order to grip his jacket. “Soldier-”

“Jack.” He corrects, taking you in his arms. The leather of his jacket creaks as he grips you tightly in the embrace. A warmth flushes between the two of you as something clicks just how it should. “It’s Jack, Jack Morrison.”

“Jack.” You affirm. “I’m happy it’s you, Jack. I really am.”

“I’m sorry I took so long.” His blue eyes are lidded as his breath so close to you. You’re eyes dip to part of his lips before glancing back up to him.

You wipe away the reaming tears with the back of your hand. A grin forming as you playfully tug at him. “I’m sure you can think of ways to make it up to me. For how reckless you are.”

He chuckles with a deep rumble before tilting his head towards you. “I might have a few ideas.”

His lips are cracked and dried but he kisses you with so much fever it’s the last thought in your mind. You can see where he’s out practice, teeth clinking together momentarily before you adjust yourself. He leans as close as he can, hands finding purchase on either side of your hips while the hospital bed restricts the rest. Your arms wrap their way around his shoulders, one hand gripping at his hair while he opens his mouth. Tongues tangle, wet sloppy kisses pressed to the others lips as your breaths match and hearts race. He places a kiss at the edge of your lips before trailing down your chin and jaw bone. Lips finding themselves close and closer to soft skin of your neck as you tilt your head in appraisal.

The fast tapping of heels and of the medical bay doors slamming open suddenly parts you both. Soldier pushing himself back and off the bed as he quickly moves to compose himself. However, the young medic has made her presence faster than both of you accounted for. An embarrassed blush overcoming the both of you.

Angela makes the connection rather quickly, a knowing smirk crossing her face. “Ah, here I thought something might have happened.” She remarks, walking past Soldier to look over the data collected by the suddenly beeping heartrate monitor. “But it seems I’ve interrupted something.” She looks over the chart with puckered lips.. “Visiting hours are closed at the moment, Jack.” Pointily, she directs her attention to soldier

He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. Unsure of how to answer the doctor who taps her foot impatiently. “Ange-”

She closes her eyes while raising a hand to cut him off. “I will give you a moment to say your goodnights.” Her gaze is tired when she reopens her eyes. “They need their rest. So, please, make it quick.”

He waits till the doctor exits the room. Her office lights flickering off not too far down the hall before he turns back to you. His hand finds yours as he pulls himself back into you. You lean in, meeting him with your head tilted.

The kiss is brief and wanting. Much more yet to be discovered and much left to be said. Soldier is the first to pull away knowing Angela will burst through the door once more any minute. He chuckles as you pout reaching out for more. “I’ll come visit tomorrow.” He finds his discarded visor, clicking it back in place as he prepares to leave.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You ask, voice raising in pitch as his hand leaves yours. You can hear the smile on the softness of his tone. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He nods.

i might like you too

Title: i might like you too
Pairing: Mark Lee/Reader
Genre: Soulmate!AU. You hear your soul mate’s thoughts inside your head since the moment they/you are born.
Summary: Mark is young, to the point he doesn’t really care much about soul mates and the entire concept behind them. However, once he realizes that his soul mate might be closer than he thought she was, he starts to wonder if he wants to meet her or not…yet, there was still a problem: they could hear each other’s thoughts.
Note: I do not write for NCT in any of their units, not because I don’t stan them (because I absolutely do) but because I don’t think I know them enough to write about them, so this is (most likely) a one time thing. This is a back-story of one of my chaptered fics lost thoughts and Mark just happens to be a character of said fic, so people seemed to be interested in his character and I took the opportunity to write this. However, I had @byunists​ in mind when I thought of this idea and I wanted to give her something as a lil gift, so here it is~

Numbers were confusing, much more when they were all over the whiteboard and the teacher kept talking and talking to no end; it was only the beginning of the school year and he was already making everyone sweat with fear for the upcoming exam. Mark doesn’t absolutely hate math class, he is pretty great at it…in the sense that he doesn’t know what he is doing, but he kinds does and he remembers things five minutes before the exam is over, but it’s enough to have him pass the exams and ace them, so he is more than happy that his brain decides to work that way. His fingers were playing with the pencil on his hand and he tapped it against his notebook, creating a rhythm of a song he heard on the radio as he sees yet another square root in the mix of all those numbers, making him stop his beat and scribble down in case he got lost in the middle of the problem. His lips let out a sigh, wondering what his friends must be doing right now, probably being on Physical Education class for he was separated from them in this new year of school. Perhaps, he needs his friends to annoy him and keep him entertained, but most of them were either on a lower grade or simply in another class.

Then, he hears someone groaning. A feminine voice, quite close, definitely unknown, but it makes him perk up and look around. It’s weird because he is absolutely surrounded by males from all sides and all the girls were on the other side of the room, probably far enough for him to stop hearing their voices altogether. That’s when he remembers that he had a soul mate, somewhere along this world waiting for him…and that was cool, in all the sense of the word. She didn’t talk much to him because they were both too shy, but he had heard her voice once or twice, and he could say that it was really soothing, even when she said she didn’t like it.

I don’t understand shit about math.” His dark eyebrows frown when he hears those words. Sure, soul mates technically shared a same vision of life or their souls connected in one way or another, but what are the odds of someone having math class at the same time as him, let alone his soul mate? He looks around once again, stretching a little bit to see if there was someone that could possibly be having a hard time with math. Most of the class looked like they did, so it was useless. “Like what even is that?  Why is the answer forty five?  God, I need to pay attention unless I will fail at life!” Mark immediately widens his eyes and they roam towards the whiteboard, seeing the teacher’s big handwriting showcasing the number forty five. His heart begins to race and he tries to talk to her, but he feels like he needs to think this through. Maybe she isn’t even in his class; maybe teachers along the entire world used the same problems for students in his grade…

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anonymous asked:

Hey, do you know of any fics with trans Remus or Sirius, or just any trans characters in general. Preferably more happy ones, I just got putted to my parents as trans and I'm feeling kinda shitty right now. It's fine if you don't know of any

Oh jeez, it really sucks that you got outed…outing anyone else is just such a shitty thing to do. I hope things get better for you– you’re awesome and strong and I know you can do this, even though it’s hard and it doesn’t feel good right now.

But anyway, yes, I can absolutely provide you with some trans!wolfstar recs! I’ve recently updated my trans!Sirius reclist and my non-binary!Sirius reclist, and for tumblr posts I have a trans!Remus tag, a trans!Sirius tag, and a non-binary!Sirius tag. And for non-wolfstar I only have a small list of trans!Lily fics but if you request other HP characters I’ll see what I can do. All that’s left is trans!Remus fics, so here you go! 

Notes: There are actually so. many. FANTASTIC trans!Remus fics that I’ve had to break them up into “Definitely read” (my faves) and “Also check out” but honestly all of them are fabulous & worth reading. I’ve tried to make this a fairly comprehensive list of trans!Remus wolfstar fics, but I’ve done my best to mark angsty fics & list warnings so that you can decide whether or not to read them.

All fics feature transmale!Remus unless noted specifically that the fic contains transfemale!Remus.

Updated 27 July 2017 to fix the links tumblr apparently broke.

Trans!Remus fics

Definitely read:

  • *TransFigured by picascribit– 26k, E, mwpp era. “We thought you might be a werewolf,” said Sirius. “What?” Remus almost laughed at the absurdity….“I know. All I meant was, we thought you might be, and we still wanted to be friends. Whatever you’re not telling us — how much worse can it be?“” Fantastic fic but beware of angst, esp. in the beginning. TW: suicide attempt, transphobia, bullying, dysphoria. [Sequel: TransLate– 5k, M, mwpp era. Accidental pregnancy.]
  • *I’ll paint a mural of your smile by david8– 33k, T, non-magic/coffee shop AU. “…it doesn’t take Sirius long to sense something different about Remus…And soon, even Remus understands that not everything is as it should be with the seemingly happy, extroverted and flirtatious rich guy…” Also with bipolar, non-binary Sirius. Some angst related to mental illness.
  • *I just didn’t know it yet. by genderisasocialconstruct– 1k, G, MWPP era & post-Hogwarts. “Sirius comes to realise that the time waiting for his soulmate was well worth the wait.” Soulmate AU. Super super cute. Fluff. 
  • *Queer As Day by philiatran– WIP~ 24k, T, non-magic/university AU. “Sirius Black…has two things. 1. A penchant for photography. and 2. A tumblr blog dedicated to picture after picture of Remus Lupin.” Everyone is queer and it is fabulous. Some angst regarding friendships, as well as several clearly-marked triggers, esp. TW: dysphoria, transphobia, past suicide attempt, depression. [fic missing from Ao3]
  • Long Distance by irrationalmoony & LadyAmina– WIP~ 21k, E, non-magic/university AU. “James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter have been inseparable since…their first day at Hogwarts boarding school. So when Remus relocates to France for further schooling…they’re not going to let the distance stop them…” Texting fic, also with genderfluid!Sirius. Fluff.
  • *Succession of Halos by LadyFaceElena– 7k, G, non-magic AU. “When Remus gets talked into seeing his favourite author–Astronomy Professor S. Black–hold a stargazing lecture, he…does not expect the ripped jeans and rolling-stones t-shirt wearing, motor-bike riding Sirius Black….” Also has genderfluid!Sirius.
  • Forbidden by LadyFaceElena– 12k, G, non-magic/university AU. “...Lily and Marlene decide to make a video in response to Israel’s banned book about a Jewish and Arab romance…Artist Sirius Black reluctantly agrees to participate…having no idea he’s on the path to finding love…” Also has genderfluid!Sirius. Contains discussions of family issues & oppression but not overly angsty.
  • *All Hail the Outlaws by LadyFaceElena– 29k, E, non-magic/university AU. “One of Remus Lupin’s three jobs happens to be working maintenance for their flat building…James Potter and Sirius Black move in across the hall…the pair set out to make their neighbours new best friends, and everyone’s life is turned upside down, but in the best way possible.” Some mentions of transphobia & misgendering but mostly fluff.
  • Boys by oliverdalstonbrowning– 3k, G, mwpp era. “Remus doubts himself and Sirius plays Space Oddity.” So much fluff. Remus has some dysphoria in this but really it’s just so fluffy.
  • The Hands and the Heart by oliverdalstonbrowning–3k, T, mwpp era. “Dysphoria is the hardest struggle Remus has ever faced, but Sirius is determined to show him the hands and the heart of his situation. [TW: Gender Dysphoria, self-harm, brief alcohol mention.]” Definitely angsty but oh-so-sweet.
  • No Understanding no Sound from Above by kyuuketsukirui– 2k, M, multiple eras. “Remus has a secret that has nothing to do with the full moon.” Closeted transfemale!Remus. Beautiful writing but very sad– lots of internal and external angst due to canon timeline, no happy ending. 
  • ennui by elliotasterion– WIP~ 12k, M, magic AU set after PoA. “Sirius is cleared of all charges after the events of Prisoner of Azkaban, but Peter escapes anyway. Remus and Sirius have to find a way to come together all over again, while keeping Harry out of trouble. (Not a raising-Harry fic.)” Feels very real, quite well-written. Some angst, mostly related to Sirius’s mental health issues & canon events but also a couple transphobic remarks.
  • *Semi-Automatic by destielspancake– WIP~ 68k, T, non-magic/texting AU. Remus and Sirius start texting because of a wrong number. Lots of fun & jokes but also angst– do heed the warnings, esp. TW: dysphoria, self-harm, and references to past suicide attempts and rape.
  • secrets were made to be known by atlaspeaks– 3k, M, mwpp era. “Remus has always had secrets. He’s gotten used to having them - and even more so, used to having them found out.” Lovely & fluffy apart from brief section in which Remus is outed without his consent.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have some iwaoi fic recs? :)

Well…Since I’ve been asked this multiple times now, I do. I think most of them might be really well known and popular though. But if you want to hear them directly from me here you go. Please bear in mind that this is 99% Iwa being the dominant part of the duo:

Conquering the Great King
- explicit VERY NSFW, 10/10 would do recommend. I CANNNOT NOT put it up here. Even though you’re most likely all sick of hearing people gush over it. I love it. I read it I don’t know how many times already. It’s always a wonderful thing to read.

By Chance - Teens and up. Colorblind Soulmate AU. This was actually a really nice thing to read. With a bit of heartache and a bit of angst but I definitely enjoyed it. Chapters say 11/12 but the story itself seems to be finished and the only thing missing is en epilogue according to the author.

Everything with you - Explicit NSFW. The missing 1%. The rare bottom-Iwa in my collection o_o” .. how did that happen??? I have no Idea but I really enjoyed the story, just the right amount of heartache/angst for me.

I wanna ruin our friendship - Teens and up. WIP (been updated lately and the author states it’s nearly finished). Very beautiful to read. I’m not gonna say too much about it but I really love this one. kind of a growing-up fic?

After Hours - Explicit NSFW. The mandatory dance AU. Because Dancer!Iwa is just something i apparently need in my life.

Hands to yourself - Teens and up. Shoutout to @notallballs. This was brilliant. Very well written with a beautiful portrayal of their friendship and a nice twist. I really love it.

Learning to Walk (So That We Can Run) - Mature NSFW. There are no words for this one. Just love. So much love and support. College fic.

Acute Error - Mature NSFW. That one’s actually …I mean.. I usually like my boys to well… look like boys. without being all prettied up X) But ‘Genderfluid Oikawa’ got me curious. It was worth reading. Good writing, good sense of humor.

This is basically an excerpt of what I’ve faved of Iwaoi lately, taken from page 1 of my ao3 bookmarks (with the exception of ctgk), there is more but that’s what I’ve been up to lately fic wise. I left out some wips i would recommend but I have yet to see how they develop (including ‘that one’ fic I’m still not sure about. The last chapter will show).

Ways to Cheer Yourself Up (When wanting to be alone) - 50 top things to do
  • 1. Go ON Tumblr, believe it or not, we don't care where you're from, what you do, how you're being you, as long as you are being you, you're pretty much welcomed on here. That's why i love it. Unless of course you are homophobic or judgemental or ignorant - then the people will speak for themselves, we look out for each other here.
  • 2. Read Books; escapism is a wonderful thing
  • 3. Listen to music; and no - not the sad, 'ALL BY MYSELF' type music, but the kickass songs like 'I will Survive' or 'Loser Like Me' just celebrate yourself for being awesome, because we know you are; even if others don't; especially then actually.
  • 4. Become your own superhero. Every single one of you have a talent or a dream. Follow up on that talent/dream. YOU ARE WORTH IT, and you can be whoever you want to be.
  • 5. DISNEY MOVIES. Unless you absolutely hate bursting out into song - better cut of highschool musical and glee while were at this, then Disney is the best pick me up ever.
  • 6. Watch your favourite TV shows. Remind yourself why life can be awesome. Watching your fav characters usually means you can relate to them.
  • 7. Go on walks - it's very pretty outside, and sometimes our heads can be overloaded with information or stress, I advise calming music and a nice walk outside in comfortable clothes.
  • 8. Have a diary. A friend of mine recently bought me one, and it's a godsend because all the anger, or emotions I feel, I try to put in the diary rather than putting it out on others. It also calms you down. I feel better when I write.
  • 9. Speaking of writing...if you enjoy it- WRITE. Writing is a wonderful way to escape. You can put all your emotions into your characters and they just come to life. I tend to do that when I'm stressed.
  • 10. If writing is not your thing then bake. I've actually ironically read in a fan fiction where a character would bake when stressed and try out new recipes, this character tried making butterbeer; maybe be adventurous; have a food blog or something to keep you occupied.
  • 11. Be With Your Pets - Pets are loyal creatures, and they love you, even when you're being a pain in the ass, and I hear they're very good listeners.
  • 12. Now I don't know about you, but I LOVE Musicals. If you are a musical fanatic like me and you're feeling a little down, my dears; listen to those awesome voices, because sometimes we just - need - a break (Also, if you haven't watched RENT, watch it - NODAYBUT TODAY...or Starkid...Starkid make the most funniest musical parodies, even if you don't like musicals I suggest it, and if you're not enjoying their YouTube Channel, then I'll eat my own hat).
  • 13. ASK ME ANYTHING. If you really want to talk to somebody but you don't want to talk to people you know and you just want to get things out, my ASK box is always open.
  • 14. Find a hobby. If you don't really want to talk to anybody, that's okay, sometimes we need to just have some 'me time'. In my me times, I usually deactivate from Facebook, and just focus on things that make me happy. Like; Puzzles, Sudoku, Games, writing, cooking, singing, whatever it is...travelling even. Enjoy yourself.
  • 15. Travel. Maybe being stuck in the same place is the problem, maybe you're head wants to be in a place where it can ACTUALLY THINK.
  • 16. Go Hiking. I suppose Hiking is similar to walking but if you're an outdoor person, this is a great way to clear your head and to feel fresh.
  • 17. Hit The Gym. Or even do your own exercises. I like to walk - do crunches, and I love Zumba. I love dancing. If you love being active, this is also another way to clear your mind from negative things.
  • 18. GO SEE A MOVIE!!! When was the last time you had fun? Even if it's just by yourself. You're allowed to treat yourself. Go, enjoy, be surrounded by people, even if they're strangers.
  • 19. If you like coffee, treat yourself for one at a local cafe. Who knows, you might meet your coffee soulmate in a cafe one day.
  • 20. STOP thinking Negative. Have a Pros/Cons List. Try not to outweight the Pros list with the Cons. Please?
  • You are good enough.
  • 21. Write down a bucket List, and start ticking them off. Having goals and dreams is healthy. If you have dreams, then you have a direction of where you're going.
  • 22. Get help. It's okay, if you're head is in a really bad place to reach out to people. It really is okay.
  • 23. Help others. If you're not sure what to do with yourself at all, be useful to other people less fortunate than you. Volunteer! Work with Charity, Feed the homeless, help the guide dogs association.
  • 24. Smile more. It looks good on you, believe me. Spend time with your guilty pleasures, my guilty pleasure is binge watching glee
  • 25. Please DO NOT go to a pub to drink to ease your mind, if you are going to do that, do it with a friend, or somebody close.
  • 26. Eat Chocolate. Okay yes while society says NO DON'T EAT THE FATTY FOOD. Hey; screw them. If you feel better eating a bit of junk go for it. There's nothing wrong with eating a whole pizza or tub of ben and jerry ice cream when feeling upset - just try not to make TOO much of a habit : p
  • 27. REBLOG YOUR FOLLOWERS POSTS, you might be surprised that you aren't the only one feeling the way you're feeling, you might be surprised by how much you're forgetting that hey - it's gonna be alright.
  • 28. Do something nice for your neighbour. Ah who knows, have you ever actually talked to them? Maybe they might be lonely too.
  • 29. Have a GAMES Night. A very good friend of mine loves Games. If You LOVE Games, then hell have a marathon of them. Play the sims, be in control.
  • 30. Speaking of marathons...dun dun dun - MOVIE MARATHON, I Don't Know About You Guys, But Having A Harry Potter Movie Marathon always cheers me Up. WITH FOOD Of course, and good company, but this is about cheering yourself up, so if you don't want company, that's okay.
  • 31. Draw. I love drawing too. I suppose I'm more of the creative person. There are a lot of different types of people out there, maybe you like solving things - do those fancy cube things Idk what they're called. If you are like my brother and you love Maths, then maybe you can tutor someone. On one hand you're helping someone, and doing something you like doing, just like I'm drawing because I like drawing.
  • 32.Be with kids. believe it or not, kids are the most innocent little munchkins, and they honestly don't care what you look like, if you play hide and seek with them they'll be thrilled, so long as you're nice to them, they're generally nice to you... but be warned, they tell it how it is too. I talk a bit different. The most popular thing they've said to me was "Is that why you talk funny, because of the things in your teeth?" (They've also never really seen braces before) I even had one kid determined to get me to sing 'Everything is awesome' I'll never forget that because this kid clearly didn't care how I sounded, and just wanted me to sing with her. I felt great.
  • 33. If you're into Fairy Tales, Please Please Read Chris Colfer's The Land Of Stories series 1-4. It's an amazing series, and you almost forget what world you're in once you start reading. Plus, there's more coming (I'm a little excited)
  • 34. Watch Pixar Movies. You can't go wrong.
  • 35. GO TO HOGWARTS. Harry Potter Fan? Visit - Platform 9 3/4s in London, or go to the Harry Potter World, or if you can't actually visit these sites, go on Pottermore.
  • 36. Read Fan Fiction, you might not be a harry potter fan, but whatever fandom you are in, believe me sometimes Fan Fictfion Cheer me up. I adore Glee *Don't Judge Me* and Dalton is the best thing ever. Or Little Numbers...or Both. They cheer me up big time.
  • 37. Role play. If you like superheroes or characters, go be with the crowd. I believe they have events like Comic Con, and on Facebook they even have Events for such things, go be with strangers! So long as it's safe of course.
  • 38. Write a letter to the person who inspires you most and send it. You might be surprised by an answer.
  • 39. Pick up your instrument. Don't ignore your musical talent if you do have a musical talent. Remember, you're worth it. I don't care what you've done. Pick, It Up.
  • 40. Maybe go visit your family? I know this is about 'quality me time' but if you haven't seen your family in such a long time or are at a distance. Maybe being surrounded by something familiar is what you need.
  • 41. Change Careers. If you're not enjoying what you're doing or studying, change it. I remember in highschool a teacher said you might change your job 10 - 12 times before getting it right. It'okay, you just haven't found where you're meant to be yet.
  • 42. Enter a competition - Who knows what will come from it, take risks.
  • 43. If you're a risk-taker, challenge yourself. IDK how you're going to do that, but google has some pretty good answers. Even ask your tumblr followers, they follow you for a reason after all.
  • 44. Go on a boat. Go Fishing! I don't know, it's not my thing, but if you like fishing, then hell - go out there and fish.
  • 45. Find time for yourself, are you working too much? Maybe you are working too much. You know life doesn't stop for nobody, and if you keep pushing yourself so hard, time will go so fast and you won't realise how much of that time you could have spent on your own self.
  • The world is not going to end if you treat yourself.
  • 46. You ARE Good Enough. Listen to my words. Sometimes encouragement is all we need, when people feel hopeless, or like everything's gone wrong. It's gonna be okay. I promise, just hang in there.
  • 47. Write Down Quotes that Inspire You. I have a wall of these, and of people that inspire me too, and it reminds me of the good things in life when I'm in a crappy mood.
  • 48. Find something to do. If you're not doing anything, go take up a course, research things that interest you, you might be surprised by what comes from it. Join a community that enjoys doing things you do.
  • 49. Go To The Beach - If you live in Australia like me, visiting the beach is actually really calming and me and my best friend always would go on a random drive, and drive up to a beach or a look out, and it was always calming. Enchanting too sometimes. Maybe we forget about the place we live in, and what's exciting about the place. If you're in New York, visit Broadway or The Statue Of Liberty, or if you're in London, go to the London Bridge, or the Eye, visit the Eiffel Tower if you're in Paris...just go Anywhere.
  • 50. Take a random journey. Go on a train to somewhere new, go on a road trip. You never know what's around the corner.

anonymous asked:

Marcoace - Magical Tattoo AU where touching someone's tattoos leads to a reaction if the person is your soulmate (like line art turning into color, a dragon flying?)

“You know,” Law says tapping the thick black lines on Ace’s back where his tattoos started and where still unfinished. “You are going to have to let me finish those up at some point. It’s a shame to leave the flames half finished.”

Ace slaps his hand away, “I don’t know where your fingers have been recently and I don’t want them on me, first of all,” Law smirks. “And secondly, I don’t want it to be finished yet.”

“He’s waiting for his soulmate,” Sabo says yawning into his shot glass and frowning at it like he wanted to trade it for espresso. “After what happened with your tattoos, he’s been playing with the idea of seeing what would happen with them, you know.”

“Ah, I suppose that’s true. I mean even I didn’t know that this would happen when I met mine. The completion of my tattoos was certainly not what I expected.”

Sabo hums, “And Luffy’s got more elaborate too.”

“Did it? I didn’t know what it looked like before we had met.”

“Can we not,” Ace mutters frowning at them both. “I like to pretend that our sweet little brother will never be interested in anything like Law. No offense, Trafalgar.”

“But I’m a creepy asshole?”

“Basically,” Ace agrees smirking as he lifts his bottle to his mouth. “He’s an idiot, but Lu loves you for some reason and I can’t believe you would do something stupid to hurt him.”

Law stares at him for a long moment, “You are far too willing to let me be as long as I protect and care about your little brother.”

“He knows we can kill you if you don’t,” Sabo says brightly. “Do you think they have coffee here?”

“Coffee liquor,” Law offers his own drink for Sabo to try. “But I’m not sure how much coffee there might honestly be in it.”

Sabo makes a pleased face at the taste, “I want one, help me order one. I want one of these now please.” They both glance at Ace. “Do you mind holding the table?”

“I can. Go get your fake coffee,” Ace yawns leaning back in his seat and rolling his shoulders and relaxing into his chair. “I’ll be here.”

“If you’re sure?” Sabo asks slowly.

Ace rolls his eyes, “I’m not going to leave and I’m going to stay here, okay? Just go and get some coffee liquor.”

“Fine, we’re going,” Law promises dragging Sabo with him. “Come on, it’ll take ages to get the bartender’s attention to begin with.”

Ace rolls his eyes as they both vanish into the crowd, hurrying to get to the bar and talking as they went, friendly in a way that Ace knows he’ll never be with Law. He can be friendly but not friends and that’s something that he’s been sure of since Luffy came home talking about how he met his soulmate dragging Law along behind him. And he had liked Law before that.

“Fuck,” Ace jolts out of his seat barely moving before a number of drinks dump down into his seat. “I’m sorry, are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Ace agrees already bending down to help the man pick up the numerous cups and fruit slices that took up the chair that he had been sitting in. “You don’t look like a waiter.”

“I’m not,” He sighs tiredly. “My siblings demanded that I grab the drinks. I don’t even know what I tripped over just now. I am so sorry for the mess.”

“Honestly, it’s fine. I’m not hurt and I’m not covered in booze, so there’s that too,” Ace says smiling. “Ace, I’m Ace.”

“Marco,” He says accepting the hand that Ace holds out and shaking it, blinking slowly. “Was- I-”

Ace glances down, following Marco’s gaze and blinking slowly at the bright colors filling in the bare portions of his tattoo, “Oh,” His hand grips Marco’s tighter. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too,” Marco says smiling in confusion. “I-Would you like to meet for breakfast? I, tonight’s too late and we need to have time, but would you like to? It would be good to know you.”

“You too. I want to get to know you too.”

anonymous asked:

Hi your tendou soulmate post was so beautifully written! I'd been saving this request for so long! Could you do a scenario for tendou having a crush on his school's idol who everyone sees as charming and happy but she struggles with depression and tendou finds her crying and comforts her and afterwards she develops feelings for him? I've been having a really hard time dealing with depression and how people perceive me lately. Thank you for your time even if you don't get around to this request!

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Perfection was nothing but deception. That’s what Tendou Satori thought, at least. Issues run fruitfully through the veins of anything to ever take a breath of air, and to Tendou, a flawless being is a being that doesn’t exist. That’s why he found __ __ to be so interesting.

She was definitely out of the ordinary but nothing extraordinary, either. Although, she did walk the halls of Shiratorizawa academy like she owned the place and truth be told, she probably did. She had the face of an angel, the generosity of a saint and the grades to get her a one way ticket straight to a PhD. If Tendou knew anything, though, it was that you can’t be nice, smart and pretty all at once, and if you are, you’re a fake. __ was a fake, and a convincing one at that. Convincing enough to trick Ushijima Wakatoshi into befriending her. When Tendou had gotten the news that Ushijima, the emotionally closed off, socially distant captain himself, spent a two hour study session in the library with her after practice, he was anything but baffled. He reckons that was when he started taking an interest in her, Shiratorizawa’s princess herself.

According to Semi, anyone who spends three seconds around __ will instantaneously fall in love with her charisma. It’s what she was infamous for, apparently, yet for some reason, Tendou could never find himself striking a conversation with her. He figured it would be utterly pathetic and not worth risking his dignity for. He imagined it would be a one way conversation of her asking him pointless, small talk questions and him red in the face, blubbering responses like like a toddler. That was the last situation Tendou would like to be caught in, especially during the most stressful time of the school year. He really didn’t mind not getting to talk to her, though. As a self proclaimed introvert, he much rather liked sitting by the sidelines and watching her interact with other people, except himself. This ‘hobby’, as Shirabu liked to call it, might get him deemed as a stalker, but Tendou disagreed. He was simply just dismantling her for now, taking the puzzle apart piece by piece until it was shattered on the floor. Only until then, would he make a move and piece it all back together.

Tendou really didn’t know much about her yet. He knew she liked music quite a bit. Earbuds always hug out of the pocket of her bookbag and the face of it was covered in band pins. She attended all their home games but never stayed to talk to anyone afterwards. He reckoned she had a knack for the fine arts since she always seemed to linger in that wing, which brought him to the conclusion that she was taking several fine arts courses to compensate for a void in her schedule, most likely lunch, since he never saw her in the cafeteria. The only time he’s ever seen her in casual clothes was in the library after hours. She wore a t-shirt with a funky octopus looking animal on the front which made him realize she wasn’t as cool as she wanted people to believe she was. He made an inference that she came from a rich family, because as smart as she was, grades alone couldn’t get you into Shiratorizawa, not without a prominent extracurricular activity, that is, and she did none. Although she was the poster child of the dance team, but the whole fine arts department was gravely outshined. With all the minimal information Tendou had stockpiled, he came to the conclusion that this tragic hero’s flaw was undeniably depression.

It had to be, there was no way it couldn’t. It was a mischievous little devil that was easy to hide but quick to come out and just by staring at her, he saw its dead eyes in hers. The dark rings underneath the sockets, the glossiness, the agony. Tendou thought it was silly to judge a person based on their eyes, for all he knew she could just be tired all the time. Although, in this case, he knew she wasn’t just tired. There was so much more, a forest full of secrets and lies that she kept flourishing. Tendou couldn’t wait to chop all the trees down. His teammates would tell him he was being creepy, that his crush had become a full blown obsession, but he couldn’t disagree. At this point, he knew it was far too early to say that he was in love with her, but he was definitely intrigued with her. He was intrigued enough to spy on her, sometimes. Well, he wouldn’t call it spying, per say, more like uncomfortable one-sided observing. He found himself spending a lot more of his free time roaming the arts wing. He found out she was a marvelous dancer, a ballerina, much to his amusement, with movements that sent shivers down his spine. He reckoned that she had to have noticed him at this point, even for a second, at least. In the matter of three months he had become her biggest fan on the sidelines, and he kept mindlessly hoping that one day he’d get to talk to her.

And that day came.

But not like how he wanted.

Everyone imagines their first conversation with their crush to be something picturesque. A James Dean and Audrey Hepburn moment, if you were to get into specifics. Although, Tendou clearly wasn’t receiving that in this very moment. It was fourth period lunch and since he had nothing better to do than ramble with Semi, he found himself getting lost in the arts wing. Even if __ wasn’t down there, the school had some remarkable violinists he had never known about, if they were even violinists, that was. Although when he got there the hallway was barren, except for a dark, looming corner at the end of the hall. The lights were off somehow, but through the light of closed classrooms he could still make out the figure hunched over and bawling into the crevice of its sleeve. It was her.

Half of Tendou wanted to book right then and there. He was an incompetent emotional wreck himself and barely knew how to cope with his own cranial calamity. The other half wanted to approach her and comfort her in her most vulnerable state, knowing he’d never get a chance at this again. Although, all of him was absolutely thrilled. He had guessed right yet again. He stood there for a moment, frozen in his tracks, watching her with a blank face as she sat there and screamed. If Tendou had never seen this same situation played out in front of him before, he might’ve been horrified.

But he wasn’t horrified, and that was all the motivation he needed to approach her. She didn’t hear his footsteps, as boisterous as he tried to make them. She only noticed him after he was hovering above her for a solid three minutes, when he cleared his throat abruptly. She looked up at him, wide eyed, and screamed, making haste as she gave him an impromptu kick to the shins. He shot her a feared look, she shot him a feared look, and everything went dead silent until one of them dared to open their mouths.
“I uh… Are you okay?” Tendou ended up muttering, breaking the looming, dead silence.
“Do I look okay?”
“Well you kick okay, that’s for sure.” She shot Tendou another glare. He did nothing but shrug. “Do you want to talk about it? Instead of, you know, screaming your lungs out by yourself?”
“I’m sorry for kicking you,” Was her reply instead. “I get really anxious when people surprise me.”
“Nah, you’re alright. I can take a blow.” Tendou shrugged again, waiting for any positive reaction, or any reaction at all for him to sit down next to her against the wall. She sniffled, and he took that as his queue for him to slump up down in a ball at her side.
“Aren’t you on the volleyball team?” She inquired. She had reburied her head in between her knees, but Tendou knew she had stopped crying. The cracks in her voice had smoothed out, though the tremble of pain was still there.
“Yes ma’am.”
“Why do you care about me, then?”

Tendou really didn’t know why he cared about her.

“I don’t really know. I, uh, I see you around a lot though, I mean, everyone does but-” Tendou paused. He knew what he wanted to say but didn’t know if he should say it. He was already the weird kid who approached her in a dark hallway, he didn’t need another title. Her hands were gripping at the fabric at her knees. She had lifted her head up but refused to look at him, even when he was talking. He didn’t care, she was coming out of her shell. “-but I figured you must be hiding something the moment someone first mentioned your name. I hate to say it but…”
“But what?”
“But nobody’s flawless. Even people who think they can try to be flawless, people like you, they still have flaws. It’s like foundation for the mind, you know, you can use so much but the blemishes are still there.”
“I thought…” __ peeped, looking up at him, finally, for the first time that day without a menacing look in her eyes. “I thought you were supposed to be the funny one on the team.”

Tendou snorted, and without thinking burst, out laughing. She kept giving him an odd look, but didn’t move. “Did I say something funny?”

“No.” He replied, shaking his head in the midst of giggles. “But see here, everybody has a reputation they’ve built up. Mine, I guess, is the funny guy on the volleyball team, or whatever. You, you’re the schools idol. The chick everyone’s parents are like, ‘Why aren’t you more like that __ girl! She gets good grades and dances!’ No matter who you are, everybody faces the same demons sometimes. If you really want my opinion, which I’m guessing you don’t, Look, look at your face. Do you know what kind of face you’re making at me right now? You look like you want my blood.”
At this, she cracked a smile. Something inside of Tendou had burst.

“But __, I think you’re going to be just fine. Whatevers going on right now in your life, it’ll pass. You got decades ahead of you, and you’ll find your paradise along the way. If anyone can do it, it’s you”
“I really don’t know what to say. I’m a bit shaken right now, to be honest? But, um, thank you, thank you so much. You must’ve gone through a lot too, I’m guessing?”
“Yeah, but that’s for a different time.” Tendou shrugged, faking a smile down at her. He sighed and got back up on his feet, helping her up with him with a little bounce in his step.

“Listen to me now, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but you look like you just hopped straight out of a horror movie scene. Go wash your face and get back to class. School’ll be over in three hours, and don’t try to push yourself to be lively. That’s not who you are today, and that’s okay. If you need me to beat anyone up, I gotchu. Tendou’s the name, okay?”
“Tendou…” she bowed, eyes pointed at her feet. “For someone with such an odd reputation, you’re quite the character, you know that?”
“Well, I’ve been told. It depends, do ya mean character in a good way or in a bad way?”
“Good, good for sure. Um, will we ever talk again?”
“Depends, do you wanna talk again?“
“Definitely. Maybe next time we don’t have to talk about my crippling mental state?”
“Sounds like a deal.”

anonymous asked:

have you considered a soulmate au where every lie your soulmate tells appears on your body? (If you can do it for andreil then that would be great, but if not then i don't mind)

Okay, this got pretty long and it’s some kind of love child between fanfic and headcanon and was cracky in my head (all I wanted was Andrew covered in millions of tiny ‘I’m fine’s’ because that image is hilarious to me) but it turned out much more serious than expected and it was really fun, like wth.

Anyway, all I can think of is Andrew waking up one morning to find the words ‘I’m fine’ written on him. And he shrugs it of, because what does it matter to him.

But then they keep on coming. Every passing day he ends up with more and more lies, the most common of which is ‘I’m fine’ and he hasn’t even met his soulmate yet he already hates him, he hates him, he hates him, because his soulmate is a liar. And he’s had enough of liars.

(Strangest of all is the first time he wakes up to find a name written among the lies, barely discernible among his over-crammed skin).

The years pass by and Andrew meets Aaron, finally escapes Drake and kills his mother. Aaron’s own skin is clear of lies, a blank slate where Andrew’s is more letters than skin.

(It nearly blew it when he killed Tilda. If she hadn’t been so inebriated then she would have realized she wasn’t Aaron).

He made a deal with Aaron, one the other agreed to with the reluctance of a man signing his life away, and Andrew wasn’t surprised- they weren’t close. Luther Hemmick took them in and with Luther came Nicky, the cousin whose skin was clear and yet looked like he was fighting himself. It was interesting to note that in contrast to their son, the parents were covered in ink the same why their smiles seemed fake.

(That should have been a warning enough, and yet Andrew hadn’t had many adults in his life who hadn’t fucked him over. He told Luther about Drake, not expecting anything from the man but wondering whether this might be the first time an adult proved helpful.

His expectations were too high even then, it seemed).

Swearing his parents weren’t doing a good job at it, Nicky took custody of them and Andrew was (secretly, he’d never say it out loud) glad of it. Nicky didn’t expect anything, he didn’t have ulterior motives- he just lived and tried hard to get the best he could from his lot. Things weren’t perfect, between the three of them, not in any way, but they were good.

(Then everything went to hell and he was forced to be on pills twenty four/seven. He hated it, the feeling of forced mania and knowing that it wasn’t his emotions- that they’d violated even his very mind, now.

He wondered what his soulmates skin looked like now- would these show up as lies?).

Wymack showed up shortly after and they were scripted into the Foxes. The people there were little more than a blip on his radar (they were interesting, perhaps, but he didn’t care. All that mattered were those he called His), but Walker caught his interest. Walker, the girl whose skin was almost as covered full of lies as his own, who taught him how to use a knife, who became someone he trusted. Someone he was willing to call a friend.

(She never mentioned who her soulmate was, but he wasn’t blind even if he was always high. He saw the way she looked at Reynolds, the woman who determinedly covered every inch of her skin in make-up so no hint of a soul mark could be seen.

He laughed, but the feeling wasn’t his).

For a while, it was just that- the three of them and the upperclassmen clashing at every corner, the rare moment of sobriety he coveted when he played (it was the only reason he kept at it, for that brief taste of freedom), but then Kevin Day came with his hand broken and asked for protection, for a deal (because that’s what people always come for. Something they need).

Andrew agreed and three moved to four. He regretted it a little bit, sometimes, as he wasn’t aware that protection had meant full time babysitter to a man who spent every waking minute trying to convince him to play exy, but he’d made a deal and he stuck to it.

(He wouldn’t become like them. He wouldn’t lie).

And then the name Neil Josten appeared on his skin. He didn’t think much about it until a few months later when Kevin dragged him to recruit a striker. All he saw of his soulmate were brown eyes (a lie), black hair (a lie) and clear skin (a lie, all of it lies), before he drove the racquet into his gut and the boy crumpled to the ground.

(He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t satisfying to finally hit the reason his skin was so covered in words, to hit the person who he was chained to. And yet, when the boy glared at him with fire in his eyes, Andrew felt like it may be interesting to peel apart the walking lie that was Neil Josten.

He did have a map painted on to his skin, after all. He would be a fool not to use it).

And yet, as he unravels the liar that is Neil Josten, something changes. Something forms that shouldn’t have, that shouldn’t have been able to form because he’s long stopped caring, but it’s there and it’s unwanted- it’s a side effect. A hallucination of feelings that the drugs are forcing on him.

And yet, Neil Josten refused to be dismissed. He pushed and pushed, trying to force something from Andrew, yet he never crossed the line. When he was told to stop, he stopped. He showed concern for Andrew and it wasn’t a lie, because nothing sprouted on his skin, and Andrew hated it.

(He hated that the more he learned about him, the harder it was to look away).

Then Proust happened and he came back sober, his skin weighed down by scars and lies, expecting it to be the end. Neil came back with a four on his face and Andrew wondered why those around him were self-sacrificing idiots.

(He didn’t hope. Hope wasn’t something he believed in).

Then Roland- stupid, nosy, interfering Roland- threw him under the bus and Neil confronted him. He didn’t lie, didn’t cut the truth- and yet Neil looked at him like he’d seen God and it made something curdle in his gut, because it wasn’t supposed to be real. It was supposed to be a delusion.

(He said ‘I hate you,’ and words blossomed on Neil’s skin).

And so they began to kiss, and it was something Andrew liked (the ‘yes or no,’ the contact, the way it let him feel human, for a moment. The way he was able to trust). But then comes the game, the request for the deal to be withdrawn, the ‘thank you, you were amazing,’ and Neil smiles at him in a way that he knows something is wrong, his instincts scream at him to not let go, but no words form on his skin, there was no lies, so he tries not to think of it.

Then the riot happens and all that remains is a cell phone and a bag. And in that moment he had never felt so powerless, so weak and frustrated as he was unable to do anything, to help as Neil was snatched from his grasp.

(He hated him, he hated him, he hated him).

Kevin knew something- of course he did- and yet he refused to share, too terrified as he chanted that ‘he’s dead, he’s dead.’ In that moment, Andrew’s anger exploded and he lunged at Kevin, he strangled him, he choked the words out of him because he was fed up of the lies.

(It took three people to drag him off of him, but it did the job. Kevin spilled everything about Neil- about Nathaniel- and Andrew’s skin prickled with every word.

Of course he’d end up with a soulmate who had more issues than he did height).

A few days passed- long days with no hint of Neil and a tension that was nearly suffocating- before the FBI called and they broke several speed limits rushing to him. And yet, when they arrived, the bloody FBI wouldn’t let them see him. They dithered and whined, citing every excuse they could think of as the foxes neared the end of their patience.

(Andrew noted that one thing that would unite them, it seemed, was their care for Neil. He tried to attack the first member who muttered-

“I don’t see why we’re wasting our time giving visitor privelleges to the son of a murderer.”

-only to be stopped and handcuffed to Wymack in an attempt to control him. All of the members were demanding at once whilst Reynolds kept up a steady stream of blackmail and bribery that he would have been impressed by if he wasn’t ready to bring out his knives).

When the door finally opened and Neil walked in, Andrew felt the relief wash over him in a wave. Then the face looked at him with new scars in place and he had to fight not to kill someone.The room around them was loud and Wymack was still close by, dragged there by the chain on their wrists, but all Andrew awareness was on Neil’s voice and the anger, the relief, the frustration that prickled in his lungs at every word, every meaning.

(He’d almost lost him and he doesn’t know how to handle that understanding).

Later, when they’re in the car, Neil asks him, “Can I really be Neil again?”

And for a moment, he thinks about the lie engraved on his skin, the existence built on a lie, and tells him, “I told Neil to stay. Leave Nathaniel buried in Baltimore.”

(At some point, it faded from his skin. Somewhere along the line, Neil Josten stopped being a lie.

There still remains thousands of falsehoods to be picked out from the chaos on his skin, but he doesn’t care. They have the rest of their lives to do it, after all).

The ‘Other’ Talk

Summary: “How are you not upset about this?!” / “I’m am upset, I just happen to be a little more informed and open-minded on the subject than someone whose traditional values harken back to the Dark Ages!” In which Sakura and Sasuke disagree about an unexpected development. [SasuSaku Festival 2017 – Day 14 – Prompt: “Domestic Disagreement”]

Disclaimer: This story utilizes characters, situations and premises that are copyright Masashi Kishimoto, Shueisha, Shonen Jump and Viz Media. No infringement on their respective copyrights pertaining to episodes, novelizations, comics or short stories is intended by the author in any way, shape or form. This fan oriented story is written solely for the author’s own amusement and the entertainment of the readers. It is not for profit. Any resemblance to real organizations, institutions, products or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All fiction, plot and Original Characters with the exception of those introduced in the books, manga, video games, novelizations and anime, are the sole creation of KuriQuinn and using them without permission is considered rude, in bad-taste and will reflect seriously on your credibility as a writer. You will be smothered with a mattress if you are found plagriarising.

Warning: Another dialogue only fic. Because I’m tired.

Canon/Fanon Compliance: Could conceivably take place in any of my ‘verses. Feel free to interpret as you wish.

Beta Reader: Sakura’s Unicorn


“Enough.”

“…”

“Sasuke, that’s enough.”

“…”

“No, don’t get up and walk away – sit.”

“…”

“Sasuke…they love each other. This is what people do when they love each other.”

“How?”

How? Do you really need me to draw you a diagram? I thought the whole in flagrante delicto was enough – ”

“No! Not how that! How could she do this to me?”

“She didn’t do this to you. Or me. In fact – and I sincerely hope – she probably wasn’t even thinking about either of us.”

“You are not helping.

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anonymous asked:

so they both fell for each other because of their skating? :) it's lovely

yep! yuri!!! on ice is first and foremost a lovestory about figure skating and it’s always present in everything the characters do and feel, especially in yuuri&vitya’s relationship!

when yuuri first saw vitya skate, it was love at first sight. maybe not for vitya the person yet at that point, but for his skating and talent and the way he tells stories through his skating and carries himself on the ice. and he took that love and let it inspire his own skating for years and years and it all grew and blossomed into something brand new and beautiful! i think that love is a big part of why yuuri’s skating is so different from the other skaters, because he has always been skating with the need and want to become an equal to vitya and to one day become a skater worthy of competing against him and that need comes from the ever growing love he’s felt since the moment he first saw vitya skate

vitya had seen yuuri skate before the vid went viral, and he recognized his own influence in his skating. but it wasn’t until he saw yuuri skate his very own stammi vicino program when it really hit him because?? this was the man who surprised him at the banquet (and who he kind of might have suddenly fallen for) and now surprised him again by turning his own program into something brand new and it’s not flawless by any means but it’s just so beautiful and he can’t look away and he feels something for the first time in ages and somewhere in his mind he just knows he’s the only person who can draw out that beauty? (and it’s true and it’s because yuuri’s been skating not only because of vitya, but for vitya, for much longer than anyone, including himself, knows and long before he realizes he’s dancing eros for him)

so it all comes a full circle and their love for each other’s skating is what drew them to together in the first place and it’s where their story began? it’s also the reason why it’s so hard for them (and us) to separate their personal relationship from the one they have as a skater&coach. and since skating is so deeply ingrained in everything they do and who they are, it makes sense it’s a huge part of the love they have for each other as well. their love is a very complex one and i find it almost impossible to define with words, other than just “Love” and “Soulmates” and i think that’s exactly what yamamoto&kubo were going for and i think it’s all just incredibly romantic ♥

AU - Deaf Adrien / Soulmates / Reverse Crush

So I spent like six years today waiting in line at the bank and I came up with this AU so here we go

  • It’s one of those universes where you can hear your soulmate in your head whenever they’re singing
  • Marinette is four when she first hears the boy singing Everybody Wants to Be a Cat inside her head
  • Adrien is four when a girl retaliates with Part of Your World
  • For two years, it’s great
  • Marinette and Adrien bond over Disney songs and whatever songs come on the radio
  • The boy in Marinette’s head sings Everybody Wants to be a Cat so often that she refers to him as Le Chaton to her parents and friends in preschool and kindergarten
  • Because, obviously, if he knows how good it is to be a cat, he must be one, right?
  • The girl in Adrien’s is particularly fond of Disney princesses
  • “Maman, the Princess is back!”
  • “Well, you can’t leave the Princess without a singing partner, can you?”
  • Le Chaton sings literally all the time
  • So much that Marinette messes up in the Christmas concert in kindergarten when she stops singing Le Bonhomme de Neige and starts singing along to Chaton’s off-key I Just Can’t Wait to be King
  • Adrien really doesn’t like Le Bonhomme de Neige
  • The snowman isn’t wearing pants
  • That’s weird
  • Marinette is six when Chaton disappears
  • She doesn’t notice at first because it’s the first day of grade one and she’s distracted
  • But when she gets home, she realizes that he hasn’t sung Everybody Wants to be a Cat even once all day
  • Or anything else
  • Marinette’s worried about Chaton even though her parents tell her not to be
  • So, before bed, she sings him his favourite song hoping he’ll sing along
  • He doesn’t
  • Adrien is six when he gets sick
  • Really sick
  • His parents and the doctors weren’t sure he was going to make it
  • But he does
  • At the cost of his hearing
  • After a surgery, Adrien has a hospital room to himself and he’s scared and it’s so, so quiet
  • He tries singing songs, but he can’t even hear that and he doesn’t hear the Princess
  • Maman and Papa are there, and they’re saying things, he can tell, but they aren’t making any noise
  • Nobody is
  • Papa leaves at some point, kissing him on the forehead as he goes
  • Maman falls asleep in the chair beside his bed
  • But Adrien can’t sleep because if he closes his eyes he feels like he’s floating in space like an astronaut and he can’t find the ground
  • And then he hears it
  • “Everybody wants to be a cat”
  • It’s quiet and it’s slower than the cats sing it but it’s her
  • The Princess
  • “Because a cat’s the only cat who knows where it’s at”
  • And then Adrien is crying and trying to sing along but he doesn’t know if he’s making any noise at all or if the Princess can hear him
  • His crying or his singing or something wakes up Maman and then she’s holding him and saying something but he can’t hear her so he says one word or at least tries
  • “Princess”
  • He doesn’t know if Maman hears him or if he made any noise at all but she hugs him tight
  • By the end of the song, the Princess is obviously crying too
  • But she sings it again and her voice lulls Adrien to sleep
  • Adrien is fifteen when he decides he’s done with tutors and wants to go to public school
  • (basically the whole sneaking out part from origins happens but with sign)
  • After he gets caught, he goes home and finds the Miraculous
  • (somehow he and Plagg can communicate despite Adrien being Deaf and Plagg not having fingers)
  • (I don’t know how that would work yet)
  • He sees something on his TV about Stoneheart and turns into Chat Noir and heads out
  • (Instead of “Claws Out” or “Transform Me” or whatever it’s some super cheesy sign)
  • (or like the sign for cat or something)
  • Adrien starts freaking out because suddenly he can hear
  • It’s not as loud as he can remember, but he can definitely hear a little bit
  • He hasn’t heard anything except the Princess in nine years
  • (she’s been his anchor, keeping him afloat in those first few years)
  • (she doesn’t sing as often anymore, but she’ll still sing Everybody Wants to be a Cat for him every once in a while)
  • Anyway
  • It’s been nine years since Marinette heard Chaton
  • She feels like she’d know if he was dead, but she can’t think of any other explanation as to why his voice just…disappeared
  • Marinette’s first day of school goes basically the same as before except Stoneheart attacks before she gets home
  • She almost gets abducted or crushed or something
  • But the suddenly she’s flying
  • Or, more accurately, someone else is flying with their arms wrapped around her
  • They land on a rooftop somewhere and it’s not exactly a smooth landing but they don’t completely wipe out either
  • And then suddenly a boy in a cat suit is waving his hands at her
  • Adrien realizes that the possibility of this random girl knowing sign is low and tries to speak for the first time in as long as he can remember
  • “You okay?”
  • His voice is kind of nasally and rough from disuse but he can hear it so he knows that she can too
  • Marinette smiled at the cat-suit boy
  • His voice sounds somewhat familiar, but she has no idea why
  • “I’m good.  Thanks for saving me.  Are you okay?”
  • Adrien freezes, staring at the girl
  • Her voice
  • He’d know her voice anywhere
  • “Princess?”
  • Marinette blinks and laughs
  • “It’s actually Marinette, but I guess Princess works”
  • After some more awkwardness, Adrien eventually takes Marinette home
  • She finds Tikki and they fight Stoneheart and probably it mostly happens the same
  • (Adrien doesn’t figure out that Marinette is Ladybug because the suits change your voice)
  • That night Marinette hears Chaton for the first time in years
  • His voice is muffled and quiet but it’s there
  • He’s singing Everybody Wants to be a Cat
  • The same song that Chat Noir is singing as he vaults past her rooftop
  • Anyway so Adrien manages to make it to school the next day
  • Chloe interprets for him because he didn’t think this plan through all the way
  • Cue Adrien realizing that Marinette is in his class
  • Cue a wildly signed argument about why Chloe will not flirt with her for him
  • So Gabriel lets Adrien go to school
  • The Gorilla is his interpreter
  • He does all the right facial grammar when signing to Adrien
  • But then talks completely monotone when telling people what Adrien is signing
  • (He also won’t flirt with Marinette for Adrien)
  • Nino and Marinette and Alya and everyone else all learn sign from the Gorilla and Adrien
  • (Chloe’s supposed to help, too, but, well, she’s Chloe)
  • At some point, Ladybug finds out that Chat is Deaf outside the suit
  • (Marinette files this information away as to why his voice disappeared for so long)
  • (you have to be able to hear yourself sing for your soulmate to hear you)
  • She’s getting good at signing via Adrien so they decide to use this to their advantage during battles since chances are the akumas won’t know sign
  • (Everyone is confused as to why Marinette is picking up sign so much faster than the rest of them)
  • Adrien is eventually able to flirt with Marinette himself
  • Cue inevitable scene where Ladybug and Chat Noir are discussing soulmates
  • “Mine’s this girl in my class, but I don’t think she knows it’s me”
  • “You should tell her”
  • “Yeah.  I can see how that would go.  ‘Hey, just thought I’d let you know that I’m your soulmate.  How do I know this?  Oh, well, I’m actually Chat Noir and remember when I rescued you my first day on the job?  Yeah, so I recognized your voice because it’s the only thing I’ve heard for the last nine years and was the only thing that kept me sane when I first lost my hearing.  Wanna go for ice cream?’  Because that would go so well.”
  • “Right.  I guess.  You said she was in your class?”
  • “Yeah”
  • Cue inevitable scene where Marinette tells Adrien that she knows he’s Chat Noir and that she’s pretty sure he’s her soulmate
  • Cue the rest of the story that I haven’t planned out yet

Anyway.  It could be cool.  I might write this after I finish at least one or two of my WIPs.

Malec Fanfic WIPs Appreciation Post!

Because I believe these fanfics deserve more attention for the simple reason that they are so good and so well written. And yes, these are WIPs. I know most of you don’t like it, but I really suggest to check them out. They are worth it.  Most of these are just beggining but just with the first chapter, they get you hooked.

And so the time goes … by Nylita (7/?)

He should have never returned.
He knew it was a mistake the second he set foot in the Institute.
Valentine is still at large, slaughtering Downworlders by the hour, and here he was, coming back to the very place he’d sworn to avoid.

Magnus Bane has returned after seventeen months, only to come face to face with the person he’d specifically avoided for those seventeen months in the first ten minutes of being back.

Whomever said hell didn’t exist on earth had obviously never had the chance to meet Alexander Lightwood.

Child of the Heart by @theravennest (8/?)

When Iris Rouse’s warlock-human trafficking ring was brought down and he had rescued the young warlock, Madzie, from Valentine’s clutches, Magnus was faced with a difficult choice. What to do with a girl with so much hurt and so much fear, yet with so much power at her beck and call? No one seemed fit to take her but himself and yet was he ready for such an undertaking? Was Alec? Magnus has to come to a decision soon but whatever his choice, it would affect three lives in ways he could not anticipate.

Controlled Love Story by Jacklyne (2/?)

Alec and Clary were madly in love and nothing, not even Alec’s evil Warlock ex or Clary’s overly attached former brother, could come between their love.

That is, until they realize they’ve been the main characters in a love story where Alec is painfully heterosexual and forced to love Clary.

(aka. the “why the fuck is someone writing us as love interests in a poorly written fanfic” au)

Fledge by xLyrael (5/?)

If there is one thing Magnus knows for certain, it’s that the Lightwoods are nothing but trouble. This is further cemented as fact when he opens his door one morning only to have a child shoved into his arms with blood running down his back and Maryse Lightwood of all people begging him for help.

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love me (or leave me)

for @wolfieebogdanow​ because i asked for a prompt and i got one!! 

prompt:  Do you think robron would’ve slept in the same bed after the reveal??
i’m not sure i like this as much as i could but oh well!!!!  


They haven’t slept. It’s been hours now, and they’re still sitting on the floor of their living room.

They couldn’t sleep, really. There’s just too much to think about, too much going on in their heads. Sometimes Robert doesn’t know how he’s slept at all recently, knowing what he did. Knowing how much it would hurt Aaron. Knowing that he’d never forgive him. (Except he has forgiven him – or at least he’s trying to.)

He doesn’t know what they’re going to do now.

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Jeonghan: Please Don't Be My Prince Part 2

PART 2!!!

Word Count: 1,934

Part 1 | 2 | 3 [Final]

First Bite/First Night Part 1 | 2

Originally posted by gyuhan-17


You were on edge the entire weekend, scared that at any moment vampires would steal you away in the night and force you to join them. You jumped whenever someone strange walked in your direction, even if it was in the sunlight. The absence of any significant happenings only fueled your anxiety. There was no way that the prince of the vampires would just let his one and only soulmate leave him like that, so you were absolutely dreading what you would find when you were called up to the office the following Monday at school.

You trudged down the hallway, which seemed shorter than normal. All you wanted to do was prolong the trip, but the universe was not on your side that morning. The secretary greeted you with an unusually bright smile.

“You can go right into the conference room, Miss,” she giggled. You did not reply, only nodded, and opened the door to find a little more than you were expecting.

Because it was not Jeonghan waiting for you, or even some of the palace guards. Oh no, of course not. With your luck, it was his parents that were seated in the conference room, the very King and Queen of the vampires. The Queen stood up at your entrance.

“You must be the girl our little prince has told us so much about!” she squealed.

You turned a deep shade of crimson and bowed. “Y-Your Majesty.”

“Really, there’s no need to be so formal, dear! We’re practically family,” she laughed. You straightened back up warily.

You had never actually seen the royal family in person, and you realized immediately that television did not do their beauty justice. Jeonghan clearly took after his mother, whose hair, even while pulled up, looked as silky soft as her son’s. She seemed to have a constant blush on her cheek and a glimmer in her eyes. She was not at all what the old stories would have said a vampire looked like. The King, on the other hand, resembled this description almost to a tee. He was tall and imposing with a deadly dignified air, and you wondered if he ever showed his emotions. How he and the Queen had been destined soulmates was beyond you.

“I-I don’t know what to say,” you stuttered.

“Oh, you don’t have to say anything. I know this all must seem crazy to you, living your life one second and finding out you’ll be Queen the next. We just wanted to see the woman that our son will be with,” she attempted to reassure you. For some reason, you could not find it in you to squash her dreams. You were not all that inclined to accept the Prince.

“Why don’t we sit down? You really shouldn’t get too excited, darling. You must consider your health,” the King finally spoke. His voice was deep and gravelly, and not as kind as you would have expected a king’s voice to be. But then again, he was a vampire king, not a human one.

The interrogation began as soon as you were all seated. By the time you left, they knew who your entire family was, your favorite colors, what you were studying, what you were going to do with your life, how they could read all of the articles you had written, how you felt about green tea – it was enough to make your head spin. They only let you go once you promised not to tell Jeonghan that they had been there. Apparently the only things that he had actually told them had been that you existed and that they should under no circumstances go to see you before he worked everything out.

The Queen was one of the nicest people you had ever met, and even the King was charming in his own way. It was clear that he cared for his wife a lot. The thought that that kind of permanent love could be yours definitely crossed your mind, but you tried not to think about it. You had your reasons for avoiding the Prince.

Speaking of the Prince, you had not heard anything from him. You thought for sure that he would have been pursuing you relentlessly – not that you wanted him to, exactly, but once the idea had crossed your mind you could not say that you did not think it was interesting. However, you were absolutely determined to cherish these last moments of peace before he decided to bother you.

And that time turned out to be that afternoon on your way home from school.

“Will you just please get in the car?” Jeonghan huffed. A lock of his hair had escaped his ponytail, but he did not bother to push it back.

“I’m not going to be in a car alone with you,” you replied, your steps never faltering.

“I promise I’ll take you home. It’s just not safe for you to go out alone, especially when half of your route home is completely out of sight,” he explained.

“I heard you the first time,” you said, “but I like walking home, and I barely know you.”

There was no use in trying to walk faster; he easily matched whatever pace you set with his long legs. The car, which had the royal crest on the sides, had been following you two for at least twenty minutes.

“Fine. You can meet me at her house, Changsun. We will walk there,” Jeonghan told his driver.

“I, not we. I will walk there,” you grumbled.

“Your Highness, I really don’t think it’s a good idea to leave you alone. Your parents only allowed you to go without bodyguards as long as I was here,” Changsun fretted.

“It’s really fine. I’m the one here, not my parents, and I’m telling you to leave,” Jeonghan insisted.

“Really, Your Highness, I-“

You certainly were not a huge fan of Changsun, but you did not have anything against him, and by no means did you wish him dead. But, unfortunately, that seemed to be his fate. You shrieked at the sight of his body turning to dust. You were lucky that it was hard to make out some of the goriest details in the evening light.

Jeonghan cursed.

“Get behind me!” he ordered. Normally you would ignore him, but after seeing a man being murdered, you would do almost anything he told you to do. You ducked behind him just as five men appeared in a circle around you. The one directly across from you pushed up his sleeves, revealing a crimson outline of a dripping heart carved into his wrist. Your legs nearly gave out from under you.

“Jeonghan,” you managed to choke out, “they’re from the Bleeding Heart.”

“Well this day just keeps getting better and better.” He blew that loose lock of hair back.

The Bleeding Heart was an organization of sorts that began to grow shortly after the vampire government was established. Its membership included both vampires and humans who all worked towards the same goal – the total separation of the two races. Of course, there were people who believed that who were perfectly respectable members of society, but the Bleeding Heart was by far the most violent group. They thought that the only way to break the ties between the vampires and humans was to cause as much chaos as possible.

“So it’s true then? The little prince has found his mate,” one of the men cooed.

“Isn’t that just… the sweetest,” another added, a Cheshire grin showing off his fangs.

The third, who was the mirror image of the second, leaned towards his twin. “Do you think our loving and generous Crown Prince believes in sharing?”

“I don’t know, but I’d certainly like a bite of that.” The other licked his lips as he eyed you. You were so close to Jeonghan’s back that you could feel the feral growl that ripped through him.

“Don’t touch her!” he yelled.

Not even a second after his outburst did a sixth member materialize behind them and yank you away.

“Jeonghan!” you cried out. He whipped around, and you saw his fangs for the first time that day. He was ready to rip out the throat of whoever touched you. However, he straightened up and returned to a more human-like appearance almost immediately. You had flinched.

The first man grinned. “Why don’t you come with us then?”


 

You should have been home. You should have been already in your pajamas, lazing on the couch, probably eating things that would ruin your dinner. But instead you were folded up in a small square of a room with the Crown Prince of the vampires sitting opposite you. The room was bare save for a small, metal table in one of the corners. Jeonghan rested his head against its leg.

“I know this isn’t the ideal location to have this discussion, but while we’re here, we might as well talk about something,” he said.

“Is it about the fact that your hair’s nearly longer than mine? Because I feel like we’ve been avoiding that subject,” you snapped.

He snorted. “It’s actually about the fact that you’ve been avoiding every subject. Why do you keep running from me?”

You broke eye contact. “Has it ever crossed your mind that I’m not really into this whole soulmate thing?”

“I know it’s a lot to take in; I’m going through this the same as you. And I know that we don’t feel much of anything for each other right now, which is understandable because we don’t know each other yet, but why don’t you give this a chance? Being soulmates means that yes, while we can love other people, we’ll never love anyone else as much as each other. Why are you running from that?” Jeonghan sat up, pushing his hair out of his face as he spoke. He stretched out his legs and had to spread them to keep from hitting yours. You eyed his polka-dotted socks.

“I just… I just don’t think I’m the right one for this, I guess. I’m not exactly cut out for your world.” You felt compelled to answer honestly, though you knew he had no hand in that feeling.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“All right, so I may seem pretty fearless, I guess, but I’m really not,” you admitted, gradually turning redder as you continued, “I can’t sleep without a light on because I’m still afraid of the dark, and I’m so completely freaked out by blood that I once sobbed for ten minutes straight after watching a medical drama that had a little-too-realistic fake blood. So, yeah, not exactly the vampire type.”

Jeonghan had to bite his lip to keep from smiling. His eyes lit up like you had never seen.

“Is that it? I thought you hated me!” he laughed.

“Don’t laugh at me. These are serious concerns!” But you were laughing too.

Jeonghan scooted over to sit next to you. He picked up your hand in his own and traced over the lines as he spoke again.

“So we don’t love each other – at least not yet – but how about we see how this goes? But as of right now, we’re allies,” he said.

“Allies,” you repeated, “and we’ll take things as they come, not all at once.” You could breathe. You could get through this.

“We’ll do this together.”

“Together with our gorgeous hair. We’ll be the allies that everyone will be jealous of,” you giggled.

The door banging open cut the laughter short.

Ereri Fic Recs List Part 2

I’m back with yet more ereri fic recs! Be sure to check these fics out; all of them are awesome!

Title: Street Brat

Author: Monsoon 

Rating: M

Status: WIP

Summary: Having been on the streets with his sister from a young age, Eren is used to skirting around the law to get by. He’d long since discarded any childhood dreams of joining the Survey Corps; his focus now was to help provide for and protect Mikasa, her son, and the secret that could very well get them killed. He was doing just fine after joining a street gang, until of course fate decided to literally fling him straight into the line of sight of the one man with a reputation for hunting down criminals like himself; Captain Levi of the Survey Corps.

An AU where Eren is a street rat and Levi is the young Survey Corps Captain who is intrigued by the bright-eyed boy with a secret…

Title: The Thug

Author: Dressed_In_Darkness 

Rating: E

Status: Complete

Summary:  Eren Yeager is on an errand when he comes across a girl in the underground city who is being held captive by two men. Putting his life at risk, Eren does anything to save her, relying on nothing but his determination and unwillingness to see her hurt. As they’re backed into a corner, they are suddenly saved by none other than Levi Ackerman, the strongest thug in the underground. Eren can’t help but feel drawn to him, but will his feelings for this famous criminal wind up getting him hurt?

Title: The Strange and the Usual

Author: lalazee 

Rating: E

Status: WIP

Summary:  When Eren finds himself stuck in what is essentially a halfway house for supernaturally inclined misfits, there’s no stopping the veritable shopping list of events that leave him pushed closer and closer to ex-exorcist, Levi. But when is it ever that simple?

Title: Perspective

Author: shittyfoureyes 

Rating: E

Status: Complete

Summary:  Watching Eren’s confidence and determination gradually deteriorate as he feels the weight of endless death and failure is the catalyst to a sudden change in Levi’s perspective on freedom and the future of humanity. There may be no turning back, but you must make the decision that you’ll regret the least.

Title: Not The Monster You Wished For

Author: JustAWritist

Rating: M

Status: WIP

Summary:  Eren never thought he needed group therapy. Eren never wanted group therapy. Even getting him into physical therapy was tough. But now, one car accident and two worried friends later, Eren finds himself thrust into the world of group therapy for people like him. People with PTSD, the wounded veterans. Little did he know that this group would be made up of the people who haunt him in his nightmares. Including, but not limited to, the man who he blames for the loss of his lower leg. The man who led him into battle. Corporal Levi.

Title: Heart of Ink

Author: OneWhoSitsWithTurtles

Rating: E

Status: Complete

Summary:  Shortly after his mother passed away, Eren decides he wants to get a tattoo to remember her by. The problem is that Levi, the short, snarky tattoo artist Eren goes to refuses to tattoo anyone under 18 without parental approval. Eren hadn’t been planning on sharing his sob story with anyone, but he refuses to leave the hole-in-the-wall tattoo parlour until he gets what he came for.

Title: By the Light of the Moon

Author: kirakiracats

Rating: M

Status: WIP

Summary:  Growing up, Eren’s mother had told him he couldn’t go outside Shiganshina because his village was different from the rest of the world. She said the world wouldn’t understand him because he was special, and that made it dangerous. But Eren wanted to see what lies beyond the only place he’s ever known. He could never have imagined that one day his mother’s warning would be proved right in the most horrifying way, showing him the darkest side of the human world. Is Eren fated to spend his life as a caged animal?

Title:  Büsker Dü’s and Don'ts

Author: shulkie

Rating: M

Status: WIP

Summary:  Prickly, recently single, graphic designer Levi has just started at a new office when a Manic Pixie Dream Boy busker named Eren sets up his bucket drum outside his office and throws his whole life into orbit.
Levi was blessed with every sound a bucket could make. The Cup Song with a bucket? Levi had heard it. Any drum solo from Rush? Levi heard it a dozen times over. Hot For Teacher? Check. Moby Dick by Led Zeppelin? Check. Since The Jägermeister didn’t have a cymbal he made little whippish noises with his mouth. He also didn’t sing anything, just shouted out enough lyrics at full volume so his audience got the idea. He made up poems (if you could call them that) on the spot about the people walking by. “Hot soccer mom looking hot doing soccer!” He also shouted random phrases like a drum major issuing commands. “I’m a cymballer, rimshot caller!” was one of Levi’s personal favorites.

Title: Steered Straight

Author: kylar

Rating: E

Status: Complete

Summary:  Levi is a military Captain with the US Marine Corps in charge of a very small, elite reconnaissance force responsible for surveying enemy territory before the military formally makes its move. Eren is a rebellious trouble maker who shuffles in and out of lock-up until his twenty-first birthday when the judge offers him a choice between military service or prison time. Little does he know that his decision, and the unapproachable captain he’s stuck with, will change his life.

Title: Duty And Sacrifice

Author:  FearTheKeira

Rating: E

Status: WIP

Summary:  To secure funding to support the Survey Corps for a further two years, Levi and Erwin must agree to arranged marriages to two of Shiganshina’s finest Omegas. Yet neither Eren nor Armin are what the two Alphas expected and life with their new husbands is shaping up to be far more challenging than any of them bargained for.

Title: Misread

Author:  sciencefictioness

Rating: E

Status: WIP

Summary: After watching his father brutally murder his mother, barely escaping with his life, Eren Jaeger moved from one foster house to another, never really finding a place to call home. Now that he is grown, he lives with Mikasa and Armin in a dilapidated old house, but all is not well. The loss of his mother at his father’s hands, along with the brutal treatment he received for his sexuality, as well as repeated failures in all aspects of his life have left him hollow and broken. Though he had tried before to end his life and failed, with a fistful of pills and the knowledge that his friends are gone for the weekend, Eren was sure that this time he would succeed. At the last moment he hesitated. His only regrets would be leaving Mikasa and Armin behind, and never confessing his feelings to the owner of the bookstore he works at. After realizing he had nothing to lose, he decided to tell Levi how he feels before ridding the world of himself for good. Even if Levi rejects him, it doesn’t matter. What’s he gonna do?

Kill himself?

Title:  Your Soul on my Skin

Author:  Ladycarathis

Rating: G

Status: WIP

Summary:  Eren was just stretching his aching back when suddenly a silver light shone up, bathing the cozy common room in an unusual light. He nearly jumped out of his chair when he caught sight of the patronus in front of him. His breath hitched and for a moment there he just stared at it blankly, not even realizing that this patronus might actually be here for him.

Because there’s not nearly enough good Harry Potter AUs for this fandom and I desperately needed some magic and soulmates.

Title: Vergissmeinnicht

Author:  shittyfoureyes

Rating: E

Status: WIP

Summary:  Levi and Eren are reunited after 2,000 years to find out what has changed, and what might always stay the same.

Title:  Forest Boy

Author:  ryuusea

Rating: E

Status: Complete

Summary:  Eren loves the outdoors, but he does not quite remember when he developed this habit. There is something wonderful about touching himself out in the open like this that really gets him off.

Title:  The Stag in the Dark

Author:  shulkie

Rating: T

Status: WIP

Summary:  After a high school hazing prank goes awry, Eren is forced to work at local “witch” Levi’s knitting shop.

Title:  Crimson

Author:  WishingSebastianStanwasmyman

Rating: M

Status: WIP

Summary: Eren Yeager is young man who lives in the village in the outskirts of The Forest of Giant Trees. One day while venturing out to visit his grandmother, he finds himself under attack by the wolves living in the forest that he had always been warned about.

Luckily, he’s saved by Levi- who is a werewolf and heir to the position of pack leader, a Prince by human standards. Upon saving Eren, he finds that he and the human are mates- which could spell disaster for Levi’s ascension into pack leader as humans are rarely trusted by wolves and many think Eren to be evil incarnate.

Title: Concerto in D Minor

Author:  kylar

Rating: E

Status: WIP

Summary:  Levi is a world renowned violinist with a tortured past. He battles with severe depression and in order to feel the passion needed to play, he must self harm. He’s done a perfect job of keeping this dark side of himself hidden from the public eye, but when he meets a young up-and-coming violinist, it’s only a matter of time before the boy discovers what’s hidden behind Levi’s perfectly constructed mask.

That’s all for now. I’ll be making more ereri fic rec lists like this in the future, though. :)