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6 | You’ll Never Walk Alone



series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as burns, character death, and general harrowing-ness

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Fire was the most beautiful predator of all. 

The multicoloured inferno inhaling it’s victims so effortlessly, leaving their loved ones behind like the black ash sitting patiently on the rubble. Smoke enveloped the cold sky outside, the orange glimmer spreading rapidly.
“Please…” You begged as Jimin held your arms behind your trembling frame. “Put the fire out! Please, just do it!” You cried, Jin had called the emergency team to come and extinguish the fire, but the weight of the air suggested by the time they arrived it would be too late.

“We can replace your things Y/N, it’s not that big a deal… I’m just glad nobody was inside.” Jimin explained in your ear, still keeping you from running across the field and seeing if he was alive.
“I don’t get it though, why would Hoseok do this now?” You could hear your brothers frown as he desperately tried to piece the puzzle, the burned flesh on your neck screaming for you not to tell him the truth.

“Yah-, what was that?!” Taehyung shouted, pointing towards the bungalow.

What?! What was what?!” You snapped your head to face him, eyes wide with panic as you panted for air. You felt sick; when you saved Jungkook you had no idea that it would be the sealing kiss of his ultimate demise. Watching on in horror, tears ran down your face as the windows to the safe house shattered outwards, huge orange flames engulfing the sky.

“It looked like somebody was inside but… It must’ve been the flames.”

Unable to do anything but watch on, your stomach churned with guilt as the blaze grew impossibly thicker, swallowing up your temporary home. An explosion followed, throwing shards of glass and pieces of furniture flying across the small fields. Jimin turned your body into his, his strong arms wrapping round your quivering frame in a tight brotherly embrace. He smoothed out your hair as you buried your head in his chest, unable to keep yourself from silently sobbing.

Jungkook was dead.

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'Supergirl': Jeremiah's Return Divides Danvers Sisters

Jeremiah Danvers returns during Monday’s episode of Supergirl — but not everyone will be happy about that.

Kara (Melissa Benoist) and Alex (Chyler Leigh) are divided after Jeremiah (Dean Cain) suddenly and mysteriously returns from Cadmus. After all, Kara had basically rescued Jeremiah when she, herself, was trapped in Cadmus, but he declined to leave with them. So why is he here now?

“Immediately, it’s just a joyous occasion that I think blinds them to a threat there because he was gone for so long that they don’t know what happened to him while he was with Cadmus, so there’s conflict,” Benoist says. “One of them is adamant that he’s innocent, and that he wouldn’t do anything to hurt anyone. The other is more suspicious, so there’s some butting heads.”

It’s probably not hard to guess which role each of the sisters take. “They haven’t seen Jeremiah in over a decade, so Alex almost goes back to seeing daddy again,” Leigh says. “They’ve wanted to find him, so the prospect of it actually happening and then him coming is this crazy, emotional, amazing ride.”

But it’s unclear whether Jeremiah can be trusted, with Mon-El (Chris Wood) being the first to actually point that out. “Mon-El is more suspicious about Jeremiah coming back, and that pushes Kara into going, ‘OK, he raises some questions,‘” Leigh says. “Kara says, ‘Maybe we need to vet this out a little more before diving straight in,’ but Alex is like no holds barred, she’s like, ‘No, dad’s back, this is it, family is family, ride or die.’ It does divide them a bit because Alex believes so wholeheartedly that he’s completely innocent and just wants to be a part of things.”

Jeremiah’s return provides for a sweet family reunion, in which both Alex and Kara are able to introduce their respective significant others — which is especially daunting for Alex. “It’s one of these moments where you see Alex, one by one, having to cross this road and see how people react,” Leigh says. “She hasn’t seen him in over a decade and, ‘Guess what? I’m gay!’ It’s great. His reaction is so wonderful. It’s a great, sweet, endearing moment: ‘OK, I’m being accepted for where I am.'”

Whether Jeremiah can be trusted or not, Cadmus is still very much a lingering threat. “There’s continuing attempts to just rid the planet of aliens — mass exodus of anyone that’s different on Earth, they want them out,” Benoist says. “Their threat is really ominous, and also, I think, quite relevant to things that are happening in the world, which I’m proud of this show for. Lillian Luthor is a constant dark cloud over National City for everyone at the DEO.”

Supergirl airs Mondays at 8 p.m. ET on The CW.

Eyes On Me (Pt. I)

Title: Eyes On Me

Pairing: Josh/Reader/Tyler 

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Voyeurism, Light Cheating (or the prospect of that happening), Dirty Talk.

A/N: As I said earlier, I wrote this on an eight hour car ride.  There’s at least one more part coming, maybe more but I’m not sure yet.  It’s dramatic bitches, and things are just starting to heat up.  Hope you enjoy, as always, let me know what you think!!

(Upcoming Stories: There may be a drabble on the way! I found a FWB prompt and I’m low-key obsessed.)

You sigh softly, observing how your breath comes out and fogs up the glass of the bus window.  Shifting your body is difficult… it seems like every ligament is glued into place.  Tyler sees you trying to change positions and laughs quietly from his bunk.  You shoot him a side glance, brows furrowed at first, but soon soften your features to laugh with him.  You’d been on this damn tour bus for two days now and were beginning to lose your sanity.

You can hear Josh tapping away on his practice pad, hitting each beat with impeccable timing.  You laughed quietly to yourself at the familiar sound.  When dating a drummer, (especially Josh Dun), constant tapping and movement were to be expected, but you didn’t mind. 

When you finally manage to untangle your limbs, you stand up and stretch, lifting your arms above your head, and pushing out your chest.  You hear Tyler’s breath catch, and peek over at him, noticing his eyes and the look they contain.  They’re dark, and he’s staring at your exposed midriff.  As soon as he sees you looking, he shakes his head as if trying to get rid of a pesky thought.  You breathe out quietly and look down, pulling your t-shirt over the skin you’d unknowingly revealed.  When you look back up at Tyler, he’d rolled over in his bunk.  

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anonymous asked:

This is probably random, but I miss sheriarty a lot, so... Top five headcanons?

lol but I suck at this? I don’t even think I have a “top 5” so much as just canon compliant thoughts I really like such as “Jim is buried at Sherlock’s grave”, for example, but I’ll try….

1. Jim has an irrational hatred of Switzerland. The cheese, and the lederhosen and embroidery, and The Sound of Music, and the happy little chocolates and pastries, and the snow-capped mountains with their fresh air and waterfalls and shit, it all just freaks him out. So of course Sherlock takes the opportunity to secretly install a Swiss chalet cuckoo clock in every one of Jim’s London flats to scare the hell out of him.

2. Sherlock actually has written a song for Jim, but it’s an impossible composition to play. Any attempt to do so will result in the music sounding like gibberish because it was never meant to have a comprehensible melody meant for everyone’s ears. Jim couldn’t be more touched.

3. Although both of them know how to drive, neither one of them can be in the car with the other because they nitpick everything:

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware you picked up a spare job as a London tour bus driver and decided the speed limit was 50 in a single carriageway.”
“Oh, kind of like how you decided sticking your middle finger out the window when you had to pull over was an acceptable hazard light?”
“But at least I use an indicator, Sherlock. I shouldn’t be surprised coming from someone who took their test in an automatic.”
“And let me guess you were just naturally gifted at driving a stick shift?”
“Oh honey, you better believe it.”

4. Jim is incredibly careful not to take Sherlock out to places where there’s any smoking to insure he’s not triggered or starts to have cravings. Sherlock puts up a big fight about it, of course, because he hasn’t had urges in months, but is secretly grateful for the gesture because now they don’t have to talk about rising anxiety he gets at the prospect of it happening again which he’s sure Jim’s noticed - hence all the trouble he goes through.

5. Sherlock is really surprised to know he has more beauty products than Jim, who he was sure would take up the entire bathroom sink but has some special moisturizer, hair gel, and a bar of soap to his name. Jim jokes that’s because his Irish genes aren’t saturated with thousands of years of guilt to need much more upkeep. Sherlock mumbles something about his genetic height and leprechauns. Jim chases him around the flat with a shaving knife.

13 Days of Outlander - Day 10 Prestonpans

Hands down my favorite episode of the season so I don’t think I need much preamble. 

Favorite Costume: Bonnie Prince Charlie’s highland regalia. It’s the kind of costume that is so outrageous it could only be plucked right out of history––a famous portrait of the Bonnie Prince, to be exact. The vibrant tartan, the gold lace details, the blue bonnet… There is certainly no missing him among the more subdued (and well worn) tartans of his men. Even the Lord General and the Quartermaster don’t stand out with the same level of… flair. 

Favorite “That’s not in the book” Part: Dougal’s ride. I love so much about this scene and how it demonstrates the tension of waiting for battle, of being within sight of your enemy but unable to reach them; the need to keep things light but also the agony of waiting. Dougal’s return is so triumphant and morale boosting despite the fact that the ground proves too treacherous for the attack the Quartermaster wanted. Even as Dougal his chance to prove himself to an enthusiastic Prince Charles––who has already made an impression on Rupert and Angus––he manages to clash with Jamie  at a low level (just how close to the British troops he would get), showing that he’s still bristling under the fact that he reports to his nephew. The weaving of the overt and the subtle throughout the scenes is incredibly handled and to top it all off, it’s beautifully shot. 

Favorite Location: the makeshift hospital. We’ve seen Claire at work in a number of different hospital settings through the series so far and she’s held her own in all of them, but nowhere has she been more commanding than in the makeshift hospital giving her instructions to the women under her charge. As she makes jokes and explains the importance of more modern medical practices to women with little to no training––the handful of other wives accompanying husbands, maybe a mother, sister, or daughter here or there, but all of them with men in their lives preparing to make and become the wounded they will tend––Claire is in her element and leading those women as much as Jamie is as Red Jamie, Laird Broch Tuarach leading the charge. 

Favorite Music Moment, Favorite Scene: the battle. Every time I watch this scene, I love it more. It is so cinematic in its execution and the music is so important to establishing the atmosphere of the scene that the two are permanently intertwined. Every time the Prestonpans track comes on when I’m listening to the soundtrack, those first few drum beats… I get goosebumps and distracted from whatever I’m doing to listen properly because I immediately start visualizing the fog and the men moving swiftly until they sound like a stampede, I see Claire and the other women whipping their heads around as they hear the battle begin. It conveys the violence of the battle without glorifying it or trying to be shocking with the gore (and thank heaven for that last one or I wouldn’t be able to watch it so often).

Favorite Jamie and Claire Moment: reunited and victorious. While their goodbyes are heartbreaking, their reunions are glorious. I can watch this one over and over again with my mind just chanting, “print shop, print shop.” The smiles when their eyes find each other and they realize they’re both alive and appear to be all right and then that hug… If this is how they reunite when they’ve been away from each other for a few hours (dangerous as they may have been), I can’t wait to see how the reunion plays out when they’ve been away from each other for twenty years

Favorite Minor Character, Favorite Line: the brief return of Lt. Forster and his advice to Dougal. I still remember how surprised I was when I heard Lt. Forster calling out to Dougal as he was busy finishing off British wounded. I was not expecting him to make a return to the show––though I’m thrilled that they thought to bring him back––and I most certainly wasn’t expecting Dougal to actually go ahead and kill him in cold blood like that. Part of me wonders if Dougal would have spared Lt. Forster––probably not helped him to the infirmary but you know, not killed him––if Lt. Forster hadn’t said what he did, if he hadn’t been so brutally honest in delivering my favorite line of the episode: “A war chief should know better.” It’s just antagonistic enough, I think that’s what sealed poor Lt. Forster’s fate. 

Favorite Book to Screen Adaptation: the pissing contest. Despite how long the book spends on the battle of Prestonpans, there’s surprisingly little taken directly from the page in the episode. But one scene that is from the book that I love is Jamie reaching out to the British captured and wounded and working to establish a sense of camaraderie through Claire’s request that Jamie piss in a beaker so she can be sure his kidneys aren’t bleeding. After all the tension before the battle and of course the adrenaline of the battle itself, it provides all the men with some much-needed levity. 

Favorite Performance: Stephen Walters as Angus Mohr. How can I not choose Walters in his final turn as Angus? He starts off the episode as his pushing-it-too-far Angus self, struggling to deal with the prospect of what might happen and how to express his affection for his best friend within the bounds of their dynamic; they are as close as Ross and Kincaid but the ways they express that friendship are incredibly different, yet Angus is able to see through their gestures what the men mean to each other and he wants Rupert to know what their friendship means to him, though it comes across almost as a joke (because that’s the way their friendship works), in a similar manner to how he plays the danger up to steal that kiss from Claire. But just as Ross carried the body of Kincaid into the field hospital, Angus makes sure Rupert gets to Claire and he makes sure Claire treats Rupert immediately. The anguish and fear on his face are heartbreaking and the dedication with which he watches over Rupert, the respect he shows to Ross in the wake of Kincaid’s death, they show how deeply Angus can and does feel things. And of course there’s the heart-rending death scene. 

Honorable Mention for Music Moment: Ross and Rupert sing. The song is technically meant to be a cheery one and that’s how most of the men celebrating the victory seem to take it, cheering the drunk pair on but to those who know both men and the losses they’ve suffered, the metaphorical lyrics weigh heavy with a far more literal meaning. And the scene’s abrupt cut to the credits is fitting for all the bitterness of war, regardless of which side you wind up on.

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A/N: Ah, yes. The Bae To End All Baes. Special shout out to the requester as well because thinking about the interaction with you guys still makes me smile. Also g o d b l e s s the Skypeia outfit. 


He’s surprisingly cuddly after sex, despite his distant nature. He often will forget or completely ignore that you need to clean up after sex, but you hardly mind the extra attention. Between him holding you there and the fact that after the first round his initial, awkward nervousness fades away, aftercare can often lead straight into more sex. (He’d be working out anyways. Might as well work out on you.)

Body Part

Zoro is pretty confident and happy with the majority of his body. He’s honed himself into perfect shape, to be just as much a weapon as his swords are. He’s very proud of his back, if anything. Not for it’s physical definition, but because its unmarked (A scar on the back is a swordsman’s greatest shame). On a S/O, his favourite body part is their legs. It doesn’t matter if they’re long and slender or thick and short- legs can never be done wrong.

Dirty Secret

A good, sexy strut can get his attention quickly. The only two things he’ll follow to the end of the world are his captain and a fine ass. During sex, he’s constantly pulling your legs around him. If you’re flexible enough, in the missionary position he is likely to hook your leg over his shoulder and go to town.

Favourite Position

Any position where he can pull and grab at your legs is a favourite of his. Think of the One Up, Face Off, and Ballet Dancer. He’s also quite the fan of wall sex. In a relationship, you might be able to even lure him into the shower with you (Two birds with one stone- and also a great way to get Zoro to shower more than once a week).


During sex he gets all encompassed in the act. His intensity adds a nice depth to the intimacy he has to offer you. He’s good at reading bodies, and hell know exactly when you’ve had enough and are near the edge. You’ll be taken right to the edge of your limits, but he’s not cruel about denying exactly when you’re ready. He’ll soothe you with soft kisses and softer words. He’s a king at intimacy and intensity.


Spanking, begging, marking, breath play (letting your breath brush, but not kissing/touching), orgasm denial (on you), increased friction/clothed sex, heat (sex in the sun/in a hot shower/ after he’s worked out).


Straight forward flirting in conversations makes him blush and get awkward, and he doesn’t think his own stuttering is sexy. You’d be better off trying for a more physical approach, to get him turned on and in the mood. Light touches will get his attention, but then you can let these touches linger and his attention will fully centre on you. A good second step and sure fire way to get at least a heated make out session is to sit yourself on his lap and start playing with the hair on the nape of his next. This is a bolder move and would probably only be possible without the crew around, but even just passing by and scratching your nails on the nape of his neck will have a great effect. Chances are that you’ll be cornered on your way to wherever you were headed next. Honestly any contact with his neck, whether soft of more firm, will have him reeling. He’s got a very sensitive neck.


Zoro is steady and hard at his normal pace. Its enough that you won’t get overwhelmed and knocked around, but the bed will definitely be rocking. He’s so strong that you sometimes have to remind him to not give is all he’s got, but he’s almost perfect at disciplining himself in the moment. When he’s about to cum his pace increases a little, but otherwise he’s very steady the whole way through.


Zoro doesn’t have the greatest confidence in the beginning of the act, so he doesn’t tease you when he’s trying to get you in the mood. However, when you’re a little more intimate and alone and already turned on, that’s when he gets to teasing you. Its downright infuriating at times. You do get a stroke of luck in that he barely has the patience to really tease you for long at that point.


Honestly a lot of Zoro’s pent up frustration and tension is taken out with training, and the rest of the excess energy is pretty much taken care of with his discipline. Most of the time he doesn’t really yearn. He’ll get a certain craving and he’ll deal with it with training, or just by himself. Sometimes you have to remind him that you’re around for that sort of thing, but don’t let him fool you- he’s already well aware of that. He’s just completely at a loss when it comes to the seduction game and he’d rather not risk humiliation. That being said, you can turn him on fairly easily. So in conclusion, if you want him in the mood, then he is in the mood.


In the beginning of the relationship, knowing how he is normally, you might be surprised by how alert he is after sex. He’s still more than a little exhilarated at the prospect of what could happen again (let round 2 commence, to be honest). The act doesn’t make his sleeping habits change any, in the long run. Once he does finally fall asleep, he sleeps like a rock when it comes to his comrades, but he is always hyperaware of any oddities on the ship.

I was just thinking about when I first started this blog, and I made a post about how I was sad that Kira was leaving the show, but I was excited about the prospect of Stydia happening! Some mean little anon came in my ask box and told me off for my post, saying that I needed to keep Stydia out of the Kira tag. I almost deleted cause I was like welp this fandom isnt very nice lmao. Glad I didn’t cause there’s nearly 5k of you out there and I would be so sad without y'all so thanks for being awesome. 💕💕💕💕

BunnyRibbit Week 2017 Will Happen, Folks!

Hey guys, I’ve gotten a lot of great messages and comments about wanting a BunnyRibbit week for 2017. I’m so glad lots of people are excited about the prospect. It might happen either Late April or early May. However, please give me some topic themes or  prompts you’d like to see that week! What’cha got for me?

You know, I used to be one of the people who complained about the dialogue in Origins having no romance flags … but after the last two games, I’m starting to appreciate the lack of little hearts that are telling me I’m about to flirt.

In Origins, it felt more realistic to tell Alistair you liked him and not because of his blood and to have him develop a crush on you because of this, regardless of your intent. It brought him to life when he acted on his own thoughts and feelings. Instead of waiting around for the protagonist to initiate a romance, Alistair develops feelings on his own.

The same can be said for Zevran and Leliana.

Zevran pretends as if he doesn’t care, but he actually falls harder and faster than Alistair. If you flirt with him and show him kindness and understanding, he will start to fall in love, and it will confuse and frighten him. He develops these feelings on his own, without the protagonist initating through “pink heart” flag. It’s especially jarring if your character was just fooling around with Zevran for fun only to find that Zevran has fallen in love with them. This happens all the time in real life, and with Zevran, it felt real to have this unexpected thing (at least from your character’s prospective) happen.

Leliana is basically the Liara of Dragon Age. She always has a crush on the Warden if they are friendly with her, to the point that you have to tell her five or six times in the “hair” conversation that you value her as a FRIEND. And I find it really adorable that Leliana likes the Warden and would compliment them on their hair of all things, especially if they’re a guy. I love playing a clueless, baffled Warden who has no idea Leliana is flirting and just says something like, “… it’s just hair.”

Point is, I miss romances “sneaking” up on me. I miss how spontaneous it felt on my first playthrough to have Alistair suddenly wooing my Warden with a rose and my character had no idea that he liked her like that but was pleasantly surprised.

In real life, love isn’t planned. It’s a happy – or unhappy – accident. It would have been so great to have characters in Inquisition flirting on their own instead of making me do all the work.

And you know why it’s like this? Because Bioware constantly bows to the masses of straight, insecure little boys who will have a meltdown if a pixel gay man flirts with them. All their money rests on these straight insecure little boys, so they must kowtow to their every whim like their slaves. Remember back before Inquisition came out when all the straight boys whined about Josephine being “ugly”? Remember how quickly Bioware changed her and Cassandra to please them? And they supposedly pander to the LGBT community? Do they REALLY?

Anyway. After all these years, I’ve actually come to like being “ninjamanced” and I appreciate it a lot more than I used to.

Because the romances in DA2 and Inquisition just didn’t feel real or natural. To me, they are an instance of the developers giving the player too much power over their followers’ feelings, when such things as developing crushes or showing boldness (like Zevran) could develop them more as characters.

hiiii, here are a bunch of fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of november. I recommend that you read these great fics in december, if you haven’t already!! there’s GREAT fics in here… some really seasonal stuff and even MY OWN FIC! please check them out!!

(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)

1. Loving with a Little Twist (29k)**

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know Niall! I just promised my mother I’m bringing my boyfriend - a boyfriend I don’t have - to Thanksgiving dinner. What should I do? I can’t call back and be like, ‘Oh yeah mom, that boyfriend I said that I have, I don’t actually have. Sorry to disappoint you.’ My life is ruined.” Harry returns to suffocating himself with the pillow.

Niall laughs and Harry growls at his best friend’s unwarranted happiness in this life-ending situation. Harry is fucked. Fuck. He needs a boyfriend. Fuck.

(a thanksgiving fake/pretend relationship au, written by me!!)

2. When the Stars Come Out (30k)*

Louis was about to reassure Harry further when Gemma bounded back over to him, slipping a hand around Louis’ waist. Harry’s eyes followed the movement. And then that lip gnaw again. Christ. How was he supposed to survive this weekend?

He turned his attention to Gemma as her palm came to rest right above his heart. Laying it on a bit thick, dear. Or at least that’s what he hoped he’d conveyed with the simple tilt of an eyebrow.

In response, she went up on tiptoes and laid a noisy kiss on the hollow beneath his cheekbone. Louis didn’t take his eyes off Harry, who watched the scene play out with a blank expression. Once Gemma dropped back to the ground, Harry shifted away from them, his gaze dropping to his feet.

[Or the one where Louis pretends to be Gemma’s boyfriend for her horrid cousin’s wedding but fate is a nasty jerk and throws Harry in his way.]

3. Both Showing Hearts (113k)**

Louis Tomlinson is, in fact, not straight.

Harry Styles isn’t sure what he is.

Together, they figure it out, and maybe fall in love along the way.

Or, the Uni AU where Louis helps Harry figure out his sexuality, Niall crashes a bachelorette party, Liam works in a printing centre, and Zayn happens to need lots of printing done.

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tag yourself I’m Bashir


Summary: Dan’s an art student who’s lost his inspiration, although midnight wanderings to an 24/7 coffee shop seem to be helping. The cute barista is probably to thank for this, although the coffee’s good too.

Word Count: 2.6k

i originally wrote this for a fic exchange for @wisperwynd! :]

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Royalty!AU - Aidan/Bambi

A prince from a far off kingdom is coming to stay at the castle for a while. And while arranged marriages were not a common thing in their kingdom, her father heavily encourages her to get close to him so the prospective alliance could happen smoother. Since the message of them coming, Bambi’s been called into the king’s study countless times for lectures on how she should behave when the prince arrives. How she should smile pleasantly at him at every possible chance. Discuss his interests and not to bore him. Make eye contact, but not too much. Fix her posture. Use her best manners. Always speak highly about their kingdom, but never sound arrogant. Also, many other things she’s sure she’ll eventually forget.

Honestly, she’s nervous. She never met the prince and only know him based off of rumors. His name is Aidan, that much she knows for sure. They say he rarely leaves his home castle. There are rumors that he has a monstrous personality and is grotesque to look at. That his father his so ashamed and fearful of him, that he stays locked away from the world. She overheard her handmaidens whispering about how the only reason the prince is coming is because he wants to force a marriage onto Princess Bambi and eat her once his line is ensured to inherit both kingdoms. After hearing that, she had to refrain from begging her father not to let her meet someone so awful. This alliance means a lot to him, so maybe she can help ensure the alliance without possibly dying.

The day has come where they are due to arrive. Any moment now. The king insisted she wears her most beautiful dress that wasn’t a ball gown and to look perfect. Like a priceless doll. For someone she doesn’t know, yet might have to marry.

When a courier comes to tell them that they have arrived, she takes a deep breath and places a smile on her face to hide her nervousness.


Jurassic World - Dean Winchester x Reader x Owen Grady - Owen’s ending

Title: Jurassic World

Pairing: Owen Grady x Reader

Word count: 3,630

Warnings: Language

Original Imagine: Imagine visiting Jurassic World with Dean and Sam. There you catch Owen Grady’s eye, who doesn’t miss a beat to flirt with you. Only for Dean to be jealous.

Read Part 1 here! l Read Part 2 here! l Read Part 3 here!

You felt your breath get caught in your throat as Owen’s lips started to get all the more close to yours. They were just a few inches away from yours and you could just as easily lean in and kiss him right then and there. You were really tempted to, you were not going to deny that. Owen was certainly a handsome man and besides that he was quite funny, while at the same time really caring and sweet. Something like the perfect man in your opinion.

You couldn’t help, though, but think about Dean at the same time. You knew you’ve had feelings for him for almost as long as you’d known him and that was practically your whole life. But could you just say no to Owen, could you just push him away with the prospect of something happening between you and Dean when you were not even 100% sure he felt the same way you did about him?

Maybe the jealousy he felt over Owen and he could not so easily hide proved that he felt something about you. But how could you be sure that it was enough for you and him to start something between you? And then, how could you be sure it would last? With Dean being so overprotective and keeping you away from even the most simple of hunts because he was scared something might happen to you had made you argue many times over it. Besides, for a hunter having a relationship was hard, but when the other person was a hunter as well, well, that’s when things got real difficult.

Thoughts were still running through your mind and you were actually contemplating on whether you should kiss Owen or not, but before you could realize it you felt your eyes widen as a pair of rough and yet soft lips touched yours. You jumped ever so slightly but did not pull away.

Oh you definitely did not want to pull away.

This was nothing like you had ever experienced before and you literally felt sparks fly. It felt as if a shot of electricity run through you and despite your initial shock, not at Owen kissing you - that you much expected - but at how freaking amazing just one kiss with this man felt, you started responding to the kiss. If your heart was beating rapidly before now it felt like it had stopped beating whatsoever. In the good way of course. Your hands made their way around his neck as one of his hands gripped at your waist and pressed himself closer to you.

Your hands gripped at his neck as you tried to bring him closer as well. You felt him smirk into the kiss and you couldn’t help a smile of your own. Your lips moved in sink with his and at some point you felt him bite at your lower lip as if asking for permission to enter his tongue. Something you of course denied. You heard him let out a frustrated groaned and you giggled slightly into the kiss. He didn’t seem to get no for an answer though because he kept trying. Biting your lip a couple more times and at some point you allowed him the access he so much wanted. His hot tongue entered your mouth and after exploring for a while it started battling with your for dominance. And as expected - he was the Alpha after all - he won the battle. He kissed you some more, the kiss turning into heated and passionate. Maybe a little sloppy as well but you did not care as long as his lips were on yours. You bit at his lip a few times as well and you heard him let out a small groan of pleasure that only made you smirk in satisfaction.

The need for air seemed to be too much for the both of you to take, though, as your lungs started protesting. So sadly for you you had to pull away. You were breathing in heavily and so was he, trying to get as much air as possible in your lungs.

You looked up at him and bit your lip slightly, a big smile spread on his lips.

“Well, that was certainly something I hadn’t expected” he whispered in a low and rough voice.

“That bad?” you asked with a small frown.

“That awesome” he said with a wide grin “I thought that nothing could match your flirting skills but I guess I was damn wrong” he chuckled and you gigged slightly.

“Well, I have to say that same goes for you. Although I was expecting something more from a fierce Alpha like you but, oh well” you shrugged and he pretended to be hurt as he obviously noticed you not saying it honestly.

“Excuse me? Well, that’s because you haven’t tried me in bed sweetheart. We’ll see what you can do there” he smirked as he looked down to you with a predatory look in his eyes.

“Huh is that so? I don’t really know. Will we?” you raised one eyebrow, shrugging slightly and about to move away from his grasp only for his grip on you to tighten and he pressed you flush to his chest.

“Excuse me?” he raised his eyebrows at you.

You giggled slightly and leaned in closer to him “Just kidding… Or not. We’ll see” you winked at him and pecked his lips as he oh-so-dramatically rolled his eyes.

“You’ll be the death of me, you know that?” he groaned and you giggled again.

“Me or some kind of crazy dino running around on the loose” you joked with a shrug.

Owen opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by another voice “Come on Raptor-boy we don’t have all day. Are you going to get out or what?” Dean while knocking on the door was heard from the outside.

“I guess it’s time to get out. Not that I’d mind staying here with you but he’ll probably chop my head off if we stay in here any longer” Owen said with a chuckle and you nodded.

“You’re probably right” you said.

And he added “You can change here, an come out later when you’re ready ok?” he asked and after you gave him a small nod he started making his way to the door.

“Oh Owen!” you suddenly exclaimed making him stop in his tracks “Don’t… tell them anything about us. I want to be the one to do so” you said softly and he immediately understood how you basically meant Dean.

“Don’t worry, I won’t say anything” he said with a smile, coming back to you and kissing your forehead “As long as you don’t provoke me todo anything else” he said playfully and you giggled.
“Can’t make any promises” you shrugged and he muttered something that sounded like an ‘Of course’. He pecked your lips quickly and immediately left to an, obviously, fuming Dean Winchester.

You stood there, holding Owen’s shirt in your hands and thinking if you’d made the right choice.

No, there was no thinking about that anymore. You were sure about that. It was the right choice. What you felt with Owen even with a couple hours of knowing him you had never felt with Dean. And even though you could not deny you’ve always had feelings for him it felt as if the feelings you now were sure you had for Owen seemed to be able to match those for Dean if not exceed them. You had come to feel this way for Dean after so many years of knowing him while with Owen it had happened in just one day. Maybe actually being with him was for the best after all.

Thing was, how you were going to tell this to Dean without hurting him. You had actually started to hope that his feelings for you were not as deep as you previously wished for.

You looked around you with a small smile and tried to take in every little detail of Owen’s place. It was small, cute and really cozy. It instantly managed to make you feel at home. And as your eyes fell upon the bed just a few feet away from you, you couldn’t help the smile that spread on your lips as thoughts of morning cuddles after nights of love with Owen run through your mind.
You bit your lip as you thought of those night especially. A big grin spread on your lips and you let out a small giggle as you caught yourself acting like a total schoolgirl daydreaming about her crush. Not so much of a crush after that, though.

You shook your head to get rid of any thoughts and proceeded to take off your wet shirt and wear the one Owen had given you, taking in a deep breath and inhaling his scent. A smile immediately playing on your lips.


You exited the bungalow shortly afterwards and made your way to the guys. You didn’t miss beat to notice the look on Owen’s eyes when he saw you wearing his slightly oversize for you shirt and you couldn’t help a smile on your face, either, as you tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear. Once you saw the frown and suspicious look on Dean’s face, though, you immediately stopped and tried to act more casual.

Something you tried to do for the rest of your stay in the island.

It was hard you had to admit. Much harder than you had originally thought. Sure you flirted with Owen like before, that did not raise many objections or suspicions and when Dean asked you what you two had been doing in there so long and you replied 'Making out’, even if you were saying the truth, Dean only stared at you in disbelief but shrugged it off with some sassy remark at Owen.

Owen. Oh how hard you actually found it to keep your hands off of him. Whenever you got the chance you would touch him, your hand lingering a little bit more which only made Dean look at you in suspicion but you didn’t care much. And same went for Owen as well. But, well, when it was him touching you, Dean wouldn’t miss a beat to simply step in the middle and separate you.

You were pretty lucky Sam would get in the middle as well, though, and would just simply drag Dean away so that he could no longer bother you. At some point you actually thought he knew something but brushed off the idea in the end as something impossible.

Meanwhile you and Owen tried and found it really hard (let’s not forget) to not show that something was actually going on between you. There was the occasional flirting that this time was actually much more than that, something like a promise for all of that to happen, but at the same time there was that need you both had to touch each other. Whether it would be simply seating really close to each other, holding hands or at least feeling the presence of the other really close to yours. At some point though you failed, because it was too much obvious how you constantly stared at each other- and this time it was not like before. It was not just undressing the other in your minds but something much more in a more deep level and certainly something that anyone would be able to pick up on. You had went from flirtatious smiles and smirks (although sometimes there were those too there) to soft ones that only a love-struck person would have on their faces.

Luckily, as if he seemed to be on your side, Sam just defended you saying that nothing was going on between you and Owen and that Dean should relax. And Dean did as told. Once again surprisingly enough. Sure there were their occasional remarks and 'fights’ but other than that things went well.

Well, if we exclude Dean’s constant glares at Owen and his narrowed eyes at the two of you as he looked at you suspiciously.


But sadly what you didn’t want to happen had happened.

No, not Dean finding out about you and Owen in a rather bad way and beating the hell ou of him or something worse. No. He still hadn’t suspected a thing and you were still thinking of taking some time before you told him.

Something else had happened.

You had to leave the island. Of course you knew you could not just stay in the island forever but time had passed more quickly than you would have liked and you now had to leave. If you were completely honest you didn’t want  to leave at all- well, basically you didn’t want to leave Owen. Too bad you had to.

“It was great meeting you Owen” Sam said as he patted Owen on the shoulder.

It was time for you to finally leave the island and Owen was there with you to bid you goodbye as you were about to board on your plane.

“It was great meeting you too Sam” Owen replied with a smile, patting him on the shoulder as well.

Sam moved to the side as Dean came to bid Owen goodbye now. Surprisingly enough a smile was on his face.

Maybe it had to do with the fact that you were leaving this place and… Owen with it as well.


He hugged Owen as well, maybe a little more awkwardly to be honest “Wish I could say the same” he said and Owen chuckled, shrugging slightly.

“Had an amazing time here… until I met you of course” he spoke up again “Wish you the best with those Raptors and if you ever leave this place even for holidays… you luckily don’t know where to find us. Oh and do me a favor. You have our numbers, please just pretend you lost them and don’t call, ok?” he said with a cheeky smile and patted Owen’s shoulder who looked at him with a funny look.

“I’ll uh… try” Owen could only say as you had a hard time stifling your laughter.

If only he knew.

“Come on Dean” Sam rolled his eyes at his brother as he took hold of him and dragged him away. Luckily far away enough so that Dean could not hear you.

You finally let yourself laugh and Owen chuckled as well.

“It’s going to be too much for him to take huh? When you tell him I mean” Owen said and you shrugged.

“Don’t know. I have a feeling that it won’t be so hard for me to say it” you glanced at Dean behind you and then looked back at Owen “But either way, I know he’ll eventually get over it.”

“I hope so” Owen nodded.

You quickly wrapped your arms around him, after hearing Dean complain about how you’d miss your flight and he hugged you back just as tightly.

“You have my number ok? Call me when you land and find the chance to, ok?” he asked you with a soft smile and you nodded.

“I will” you said, turning your head just slightly to look at Dean and Sam who were not looking at you and immediately turned to give Owen a peck on the lips.

“Take care” you told him softly and he nodded with a smile.

“You too” he finally whispered and you broke free from his arms, making your way towards Sam and Dean.

You waved back at him, just like he did, as you walked towards your portal and finally entered your airplane…

…where of course you didn’t miss beat to start teasing Dean about his fear of flying.

-Time skip to two weeks-

You smiled as you noticed you had a message. You knew very well who it was from .

You and Owen had been talking either through phone calls, messages or even camera (mostly when the boys were gone) ever since you left the island. You had started a sort of long distance relationship and it actually went great. You would always tell him how your day had been and he would tell something about the girls or his own day. It was always the highlight of your day when you got to talk with Owen, even if it was just messages (you got to exchange a few selfies as well in which you had admit Owen was pretty good at) and you always looked forward to those moments when it would be you and him (even with so much distance separating) and would talk about anything and anyone. Flirting was certainly included and most times you just found yourself ended up in a laughing mess.

You were just glad that none of the boys had not realized anything yet. You almost had a heart attack once that they returned earlier form a hunt you couldn’t be at because of your leg (broken at a previous one) and Dean had come to your room while you were talking with Owen. But you had luckily closed the laptop that very moment so Dean had not seen or realized what you were doing. You always chose to talk with him on camera or phone when the boys where not present or like that time on some hunt. Sometimes you’d even get up in the middle of the night, sneak out of the bunker and talk with him for a while in the end just saying your goodnight and you getting back inside without any of the brothers taking notice of you.

Things had fallen into a kind of routine. Until of course a freaking dinosaur had to break free and then many more with it. You held your breath as you had been watching the news. You had actually gotten worried that day because Owen had not even so texted you and when you found out what had happened you were shaken to say the least. You at least thanked anybody up there that Owen was alright.

Now he had just texted you that he was on his way home. Something that only made you frown as you wondered what he actually meant. The bungalow was practically his home back there, and he had no job yet after Jurassic World to even stay at a motel.

You were about to type back your answer to his message when you heard someone knock on the door. You expected Sam or Dean to open it but the knocking just kept going so instead you rolled your eyes and went to open it on your own, taking your phone with you and typing your message to Owen.

You opened the door, without glancing up. You knew you should have but if anyone knew where the bunker was then they were probably to be trusted.

You heard someone clear their throat and you glanced up for a second only for your gaze to stay there and your eyes to actually widen.

“Owen?” you breathed out and he smiled widely.

“Surprise” he chuckled, throwing his hands in the air.

A huge grin spread on your lips as you let out a squeak and without waiting a second you jumped in his arms, wrapping your legs around you and quickly crashing your lips to his.

“What are you doing here?” you asked with a smile, after you pulled away from he kiss.

“Well…” he started but trailed off.

“I invited him over” another voice said behind you and you turned to look at Dean standing just a few feet behind you.

Your smile fell and you hurried to get out of Owen’s grasp until Dean spoke up again.

“Oh no no need to. I already figured that one out on my own” he said with a chuckle.

“Really?” you asked and he nodded.

“Yeah, well you’re not really good at being silent when sneaking out let me tell ya” he chuckled some more “But I can’t say anything. Not as long as you’re happy. And if it is up to Raptor-boy to do so then oh well” he shrugged.

“And you invited him over?” you asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, figured that if he’s good enough with those Raptors then he’d be good enough with monsters as well. His father was at least” Dean said with a shrug and you immediately turned your head to look at Owen with wide eyes.

He merely nodded with a small smile “Didn’t think I actually believed all those things about you being cops huh?” he chuckled and you let out a breathy laugh.

“Obviously. She’s just as awful at lying as she is at sneaking out” Dean said matter-of-factly “Now come in. You are free to stay here but like hell in the same room as her. As long as you live under my roof you two are going to put some distance between you. At least when I’m not here. And forget- I mean, forget loud sex when I am here, got it?” he said, mostly at you pointing a finger and you nodded. He was serious but at the same time his words had a playfulness in them.

“Now if you’ll excuse me. I’ll be at a bar nearby if you need me, probably looking for some company. Please don’t have fun because I might get back early” he said, patting Owen in the shoulder and he was quickly out of the bunker.

“Who would have thought” you breathed out with a laugh.

“You tell me” Owen chuckled “He didn’t lose my number after all” he added and you laughed some more.

Well, who would have thought of that indeed.

Read Dean’s ending here!

Never Stop Believing

I was nervous the first time he invited me for dinner at his place. He was young, successful and just bought his own home. For the past three months that we have been dating I felt like I was living a dream that someone so wonderful could ever take an interest in me. I could feel the envious stares of other couples when we went out for dinners and I felt both proud and conscious that I was really dating someone so out of my league.

I never had any illusions about the way I look. Slightly chubby with a plain face, the kindest compliment I ever received was that I had a nice smile. But I was content with that. My family upbringing had taught me to look beyond the surface and always think of others; when I was little come every Christmas, my parents would set a box in my room and I would sadly pick out the toys I had fond memories of, to give away to a children’s home. I was never the popular kid in school and the few friends in my life faded as we grew up and further apart. After discovering my sexuality, I became used to the idea that not everyone has a special someone. I was realistic enough to know that by any standards, I wasn’t the type of guy any girl or guy would even consider liking, much less being attached to. The idea of someone saying the magical three words to me seemed like a joke. The idea of saying those three words myself was a dream I dared not look at too closely.

Till I met him. His presence simply shone that first time I saw him at a church celebration and while I tried not to be too obvious in gawking, I was stunned silent when he came over to introduce himself. Weeks passed before I even dared to move our soon-daily conversations to a meet-up and he moved our friendship along by taking my hand in the middle of a movie. This must be a dream, I kept telling myself. The days since I met him became a hazy blur of breathless exhilaration and terrified apprehension that he would come to his senses and realise he could have someone, anyone better looking, smarter or richer.

My hand trembled a little when he suggested dinner at his place. You may laugh but I was again both excited and petrified at the prospect of what may happen as I was a virgin. Yes at the age of thirty-four I was still single and never had sex. I didn’t know what to do as even the most furtive attempts to watch porn left me feeling flustered and ashamed of the way I looked. To heighten the pressure, he said he had something to tell me that night. Maybe that was it. I had read in a magazine that some guys like to do a break-up in the middle of dinner. Of course if I had thought about it further it didn’t make sense for him to invite me to his place but what did I know? This whole dating thing was so foreign to me.

His place was as interesting and fascinating as he was. A cozy one bedroom private apartment, he had filled it with modern furniture and the latest gadgets that left me feeling awed and out of my depth. It didn’t have many pictures though and I remarked about it; that was when he told me that he grew up an orphan and never had a family. My face felt red as I flushed from the embarrassment of asking something so personal. He smiled and said it didn’t matter, then asked if I wanted a tour of the rest of the place.

His bedroom was gorgeous and the wardrobe beautiful, filled with the smart fitting shirts and suits I have come to love about him. My attention however was drawn to a bright red toy truck placed prominently on his desk and I exclaimed as I moved across the room to pick it up. In my excitement I barely noticed the silent watchful way he was standing at the door.

“I had one just like it when I was growing up! Do you still remember how to turn it into a robot? I couldn’t stop playing with it and I even brought it to school with me. I even wrote my name on the undersi…”

My excited chatter died when I saw in familiar black ink, my initials scribbled childishly across the toy. I was dumbfounded as I looked up and I saw the tears in his eyes as he crossed the space between us and took the toy in his hands.

“Do you remember,” he said softly, “coming to a orphanage one weekend in December almost eighteen years ago? You carried a big box of toys and your father helped you give it out to a group of boys. There was a boy who sat by himself until you went over and told him, ‘This is for you. He is my favourite and I hope he will make you feel as happy as I do whenever I play him.’ That boy asked you if the toy could belong to him and you said, "He is my best friend ever and now he is your best friend too!”

Well that boy was me. I never had a toy of my own in my life until that moment. I never forgot the kind eyes of the boy who gave me his best friend and I wanted to repay you for making me so happy that day. As I grew up all I knew was that you belonged to a church and when I finally found that church, I fell in love when I saw you again. You have the same kind eyes and that same shy smile.“

I didn’t know what to say as his words spilled out of him. I sat there dumbstruck as he went on to talk about how he had studied hard and graduated top of his class every year. How he wanted to be successful so that he too could help other less fortunate children. Above all, he really wanted to meet the stranger who touched his life and hopefully be good friends. Falling in love was just the bonus for him.

We stayed up all night talking, the dinner almost forgotten. When he leaned in for a kiss, I almost hesitated but it felt like the most natural thing to do. When he said "I love you”, my heart stopped and I started tearing. He laughed and wiped away the tears with his thumb and told me the proper response was “I love you too.” And when I stopped crying, I said it back to him, the boy who stepped out of my dream made real.

P.S. Thank you GC for this wonderful page and allowing so many to share their stories. We are celebrating our eleventh anniversary this weekend. It has not always been easy for a couple with a seven year age gap but we always try to make it work. I know I am very fortunate that my first love has been my longest love. I never really believed in myself till I met him but I learned that someone may be out there believing in you, waiting for you. Never give up and have a great year ahead!

I’ve seen het shippers comparing shipping het ships that didn’t happen with f/f and m/m shippers doing the same and using their own supposed ability to be gracious about not getting their way as a stick to beat the ‘entitled’ fem/slash shippers with. And it got me thinking. Because I ship het ships and those ships have very seldom happened on screen, but the truth is the way that het ships and the way that femslash and m/m ships don’t happen just isn’t the same.

Het ships don’t happen because -

1. It’s a show like Bones or Castle with a lead het couple who are clearly intended to be the slow-burn romance of the series. But you happen to like one of the lead’s chemistry with a different character. You nurse a small hope the show might go there and it’s disappointing when it doesn’t but not surprising. You can’t get angry about it because it was pretty obvious it was always going to be this way.

2. You ship one side of a love triangle - but the show goes with the other. Your ship is treated as a viable relationship, it’s acknowledged as having a sexual and romantic component and may even have included sex between the characters, but ultimately the show goes a different way. It’s irritating because your couple was obviously the better couple. Are the show runners idiots?

3. The show’s quite soapy - lots of characters, lots of couples - and you ship two characters who haven’t been together yet, but there’s every chance they will be. This show likes to play relationship roulette. The only downside is they might not *stay* together because the writers are always looking for new drama. And you’re frustrated, because why can’t they just let the characters be happy for once?

F/F and M/M ships don’t happen because -

1. The couple you ship *are* the central couple of the show - like Rizzoli and Isles or John and Sherlock. They demonstrate their love for each other in all kinds of ways, they make sacrifices for each other, they might even use the world ‘love’ about their relationship. They have moments that would undoubtedly be described as romantic or sexually charged if they happened in a het context. But the idea of them getting together is never even entertained as a possibility except to make winking jokes about it - because the prospect of it actually happening on screen is so clearly absurd. And you’re angry that our society is still so heterosexist you always knew it would be this way.

2. You ship these two characters because they have the most amazing chemistry together - and sure, it clearly wasn’t planned by the show runners, but then love’s like that, isn’t it? It happens when we least expect it. And every scene these two are in together is electric. Not only that, but there are so many layers to their relationship - so much meaty material that could be explored. Only it never is, and instead the members of your ship are shoved off into one chemistry-free, cobbled together het relationship after another. And it’s infuriating, because the show runners must be aware of the potential they’re squandering - but they’re too chicken shit or just plain homophobic to take advantage of it.

3. The show’s quite soapy - lots of characters, lots of couples - but there’s one queer couple already and it’s not the one you ship. And it’s great, really, that the show has queer representation but you know there’s only so much representation even a progressive show can get away with. So your ship ain’t happening, and that’s just the way things are. 

anonymous asked:

How about some single dad Harry fics? I checked your masterlist and didn't see any on there.

Hello ! There’s not so much fics but well, that’s my fav!

Single dad! Harry :

(thanks @yourssincerelylarry for the pain, this manip is killing me)

- Standing on the Edge of Forever : “So let me get this straight. You took Mr. Squiggles from the classroom habitat, took him with you on your fieldtrip to the zoo, and released him in the aviary?”Harry Styles is a single father, just trying to keep his life organized after losing his husband four years earlier. Between his daughter, Liam’s hellion twins, and Sophia throwing him into any romantic tangle she can think of, life gets a little crazy. Of course, everything changes the moment Lo and the twins get interested in their school musical, The Wizard of Oz. Because the new director, Louis Tomlinson, is just about the most attractive man that Harry has ever seen.Featuring adorable Dad Harry, hotshot actor Louis, three sassy kids, a badass Sophia Smith, and a Liam who just wants all their kids to be well behaved. (55k, my fav !!)

- May You Enjoy Your New Life : It begins for them all at the bungalow – ‘Alright, time to lay out the cards. We’re in this together and hopefully, for the long haul, yeah? So I think – you know, we should just be honest. It’s deal-breakers time. That thing that like, if we’re gonna hate you or something, just tell us all now.‘When One Direction begins, Harry Styles is a sixteen-year-old boy foundering under the pressure of impending fatherhood. His ability to balance the sobering responsibility of caring for his tiny daughter, Millie, and the exhilaration of seeing his own dreams coming to fruition affects not only his future, but those of Liam, Zayn, Niall, and Louis, who never expected fealty to be the key to their success. But Liam is the first to show him how to grow up without growing old, and Zayn is the first to defend from the public what is private and precious. Louis – Louis is the first for a lot of things; for most of the moments of Millie’s life and for the moments of Harry’s that matter. And Niall is the first to toast when Millie is born: Go maire sibh bhur saol nua – (264k)

- Didn’t think it would work out : here was no way he could let it happen, the prospect of working with Harry for the next two months or so seemed like a nightmare specially designed for him. From hell. By the devil himself, probably. Perfect torture, fit amazingly well with the self-destructive path he’d been on for a year now, Louis clearly had to say no.“‘Course, yeah, I’ll clear it with Simon then, brilliant, cheers mate,” Fuck.—–Or, Louis is a primary school teacher, Harry has a 7-year-old son in his class, Louis has a 1-year-old crush on Harry, and they have to put on the school’s Christmas play. Brilliant. (16k)

- Celebrity Status : The one where Harry’s an X—Factor contestant with a kid, one too many tattoos, and his favourite judge’s room key. (3k)

-In the Country: Harry and his son Luke spend the summer at Harry’s childhood cottage in the country. But after meeting his old playmates and meeting the man of his dreams - will he be able to return to his rock star persona?  (16k, no smut)

- i can’t be no superhero (but for you i’ll be spider-man) : Harry is a single father who has a son with some issues. Sometimes Louis dresses as spider-man. Spider-man is Lloyd’s hero, but then again, maybe Louis is a bit of a Superhero as well. (19k)

- your eyes are like starlight now :  “Yeah. Me, Daddy, and Buttons. That’s my puppy. I named him. Sometimes we call him Butt for short,” Olivia told him, looking up at the boy with a full smile, minus her two front teeth. Louis realised that talking to this girl was more fun than talking to Zayn. Zayn was a little shit, though, so that was understandable. or the one where louis hates his job as an elf at the shopping mall, but hates it a lot less when he meets olivia and her hot daddy (2k)

UPDATE (last update on April 4th 2017)

- A Life That We Share (I Owe It All to You) , by Rearviewdreamer :  When Harry’s son came home from school crying he didn’t think things could get any worse. Lucky for them, things were just about to change for the best.or Harry’s son get bullied until Louis’ son shows up :) (34k)

- Four Houses Away , by @greyish-sky : “Hey, Ash. What are you doing here?”“Lucy went grocery shopping and I thought we could play FIFA?” Ash blinks his big, green eyes. “I’m tired of playing alone and Daddy said you used to play with him?”Harry told his son about—again, it doesn’t mean anything. “He told you I beat him every time?”Ash laughs. “Yeah. He said he sucked.”“I don’t have an Xbox, though. You’ll have to bring yours.”Ash does a little victory dance and starts running. Louis stops him before he reaches the stairs. “I need to call your dad. D’you know his mobile number?”“He made me memorize it.”That’s so Harry. Louis fishes his phone out and hands it to Ash. He types his dad’s number and starts running away. “Don’t run!”Ash jogs. Or, having Harry back in his life wasn’t in Louis’ to-do list. (23k)

- The Summertime, The Butterflies, All Belong To Your Creation: When Louis decides to help out a lost little girl at the park, he never expected it would lead him to finding his home. (11k)

- Wasn’t Expecting That   : Since moving out of his mum’s house with his baby daughter, it’s always been just Harry and his little Luna Flower; dad and daughter against the world. Things are just fine and Harry doesn’t think he needs anyone – and that could have had to do with the fact that he doesn’t think there’s anyone out there good enough. But, with a leap of faith and some unexpected twists and turns, maybe he might just prove himself wrong. Or, the one where Harry is a single dad and gets more than he bargained for after a one night stand of sorts. (103k)

- Behind The Lights   : Inspired by Maid in Manhattan, but not the same at all. (61k)