high school au, enemies to lovers SUMMARY: It’s Louis’ senior year, and he’s dead set on doing it right. However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he’s also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. Mortal enemies “with benefits” was not exactly the plan.
Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything.
Being able to see through the eyes of your soulmate may seem like a
dream come true to many, but reality proves a little more complicated.
For two young boys it’s all they could ever wish for but as time passes
by they come to realise that there’s no pain quite the same as longing
to have someone who just isn’t there. (13k)
Soulmates, Fashion Designer!Louis, Model!Harry, who needs more? This fic is absolutely lovely, and through it I was so inspired to make this edit, so here it is!
If asked, Harry would say that he doesn’t live alone; he lives with his lovely and intelligent cat Starberry. He lives on a street full of witches and wizards that he sees briefly before they apparate off their front steps, and his sister floos by unannounced quite often. If asked, Harry would say he lives a rather content life.
If asked, Harry would not say being practically run over by his new neighbour the first time they meet is a positive thing. He may even say that he wishes that new neighbour would stop following him around and let him do his produce shopping in peace.
This fic was written as part of an ongoing challenge. We each select random numbers and are given a specific emotion from the book 1000 Feelings For Which There Are No Names. To read the other fics written in this challenge, click here, or you can find the masterpost on tumblr here.
A hundred or so years ago, young(ish) auror, Jerry Dandridge, goes out to investigate a routine disturbance. Unfortunately it turns out be vampires and he’s killed and turned.
Because of reasons MACUSA is disinclined to turn on one of its own, so they register him and let him go on his merry way. Providing he doesn’t cause too big of a ruckus or get noticed by No-Maj’s they leave him to his own devices.
Along the way, his family marries into some of the more prominent Wizarding families and due to various genetic throwbacks, by the 1920s his identical great great nephew seems to be running his old department. And Jerry likes to check in every now and then and keep tabs on/annoy the guy. They are family after all.
Graves is fed up with his Vampire Uncle showing up all the time and having to keep him entertained and out of trouble. He somehow gets into his head that as crazy and homicidal as Jerry is, maybe he’s just lonely. So he gives him a desk job and gets Tina etc to keep an eye on him.
Hilarity (and possibly murder) ensues.
And sometimes Jerry gets called in as an expert witness for various cases cos he has literally seen it all before. And on one such case…
Percival: Would you please state your name for the record?
Jerry: *sigh* Gary Dandridge.
Percival: My god, Jerry, you can’t even get your own name right?
Jerry: Actually my real name is Gary.
Jerry: Right after I was turned - my Sire, he called me Jerry and I just didn’t think that I should correct him.
Percival: That’s ridiculous! Your name is Jerry!
Jerry: No, legally my name is Gary.
*hands over vampire registration card*
Percival: Gary Dandridge. Jerry Dandridge. Gary Dandridge. Jerry Dandridge. Gary - Jerry - god, they’re both horrible. But Jerry’s better. I’m gonna call you Jerry.
Jerry: *shrugs in resignation*
Percival: Okay Jerry, do you remember a time… *gazes into the distance*… I’m sorry. I can’t get over the Jerry-Gary thing.
Seraphina: Neither can I. Jerry, you can go. We need a five minute break.