tentative hope

Albert x MC - in love and war

“All defenses are up, Your Majesty.” Albert reported to the King at the boarders of Stein and Wysteria. He took a handkerchief, and wiped a thick layer of sweat from his forehead. “We had no fatalities and only a few injuries today.”

“Good.” King Byron replied with a nod. He strummed his fingers along the makeshift desk in the tent. “I hope Wysteria comes to their senses soon. The Princess can be so stubborn, especially when she takes advice from the bureaucrat and the chamberlain.”

“Indeed.” Albert said with a frown. “I’d like to take my leave now.”

“Very well.” Sighed Byron. “Goodnight Albert.”

Albert left the tent quickly and disappeared into the darkness. He snuck off into the thick woods, following a rabbit path toward the waterfall.

Once at the river he removed his jacket, splashing water on his face and down his neck; it was still icy cold from the mountain run off and it cooled his overworked and exhausted body.

A twig snapped behind him and he drew his sword quickly- only to find a woman wearing a pale nightgown in bare feet at his mercy under the moonlight.

“Sir Albert,” she whispered. “You came.”

He lowered and sheathed his sword, then extended his arms to her. “I’ll always come when you call, Princess.”

anonymous asked:

hello! I love your blog so muchh! It gives me life <33 can i ask for hogwarts!au fics? either complete/wip is fine ^-^ tia! (●´∀`●)

Thanks for these requests! Most of these fics are already on my Magic AU list, but since there are so many I’ll list some of them here! Let the magic begin!

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Originally posted by not-anti-social


YOI Hogwarts AU


Expomise by thankyouforexisting, Teen, 68k (WIP)
YOI/Hogwarts crossover that is too pure for words. First year muggle-born Yuuri get paired up with the Victor Nikiforov in potions class. Filled with after school study sessions, magic, pining, and skating! LOVE!

Strange Magic by mandathegreat, Explicit, 13k
In which Viktor Nikiforov is the Pride of Durmstrang and the Seeker for Russia, Yuuri is Hufflepuff’s Hero and a Hot Mess, and there is a Triwizard Tournament, which is a shame because Yuuri really needs to play Quidditch this year, and he doesn’t really have time to fall in love. SO GOOD JUST READ IT!

Magic on Ice by chibilysis (xyrilyn), Teen, 30k (WIP)
Yuuri’s first accidental magic took the form of a miniature snowstorm in his room. By the time his parents realised something was off, Yuuri’s bedroom was one feet deep in magical snow. Hogwarts/YOI crossover that is amazing!

Entwining Fates by rinsled05, Teen, 18k (WIP)
Imagine, if a young Japanese wizard by the name of Yuuri Katsuki had transferred to Hogwarts to escape his past, just in time to meet a Russian Quidditch player who would blow open the very doors he was trying so desperately to close. Thumbs up!

rumour has it by lunaetude, Gen, 3.4k
When Viktor sees Yuuri happily throw his quill aside, he leans into Yuuri’s personal space (as usual) and peers at his very neat handwriting. Ignoring Yuuri’s protests, he strikes out the whole conclusion and hands the essay back to Yuuri with a proud smile. THIS IS SO GOOD OMG

champion of the cup, victor of the heart by sapphire_eyes27, Teen, 32k (WIP)
Three champions, two hearts, one victor. Let the Triwizard Tournament begin! This is a great fic!

Tu meum Animum by bratinella, Gen, 38k (WIP)
In which Viktor is a fourth year Slytherin in Hogwarts and is very much infatuated with a cute fourth year Gryffindor. SO CUTE! Definitely recommend!

Red and Green by Jesse_Rae, Not Rated, 4.1k
Victor was a pure-blood, famous Gryffindor and Yuuri was a muggle-born Slytherin. Yet somehow, they could make red and green work. Very sweet!

charm by volacious, Mature, 28k (WIP)
Yuuri is now in his sixth year at Hogwarts and the victim of his secret affections, Victor, approaches him one day during Charms. Growing and changing isn’t something Yuuri likes to do, but he soon realizes it’s a crucial part to living. Great HP AU!

Black and Gold by AppleSharon, Teen, 5.2k (WIP)
Yuri!!! On Ice Hogwarts AU. Yuuri is in his seventh and final year at Hogwarts when the next Triwizard Tournament takes place, allowing him to meet his idol, Viktor Nikiforov, for the first time. Highly recommend!

(Yūri!!! on) Hogwarts : A (Drunk) History by bonehandledknife (ladywinter), Gen, 24k
“Who are you?” Viktor breathes.And the Slytherin squeaks and whips around and just about brains themself on a desk, falling over.Viktor races in, “Are you okay?”The boy stares at him.“I saw you tracing,” And Viktor points at his desk and the other boy covers his red face with his hands and Viktor’s heart just about bursts with the need to own puppies with him. VERY cute!!

Cherry Wood and Golden Robes by Skowronek, Not Rated, 31k (WIP)
When the up-and coming Japanese wizard Yuuri Katsuki arrives in Sochi for his most important duelling competition so far, he expects to flub his duel, embarrass himself, and panic. He doesn’t expect to exceed his own expectations and gain a rival in the process. Great HP AU with Mahoutokoro!Yuuri!

Boyfriend Colours by Ashida, Teen, 2.5k 
“My uniform.” Victor blurted back, finally looking down to see Yuuri, to realise he’d just had the best idea of his life. “What about it?” Yuuri cocked his head again, lost at the sudden turn in conversation. “Can you… try it on for me?” he whispered it soft, this tentative question that Victor hoped more than anything Yuuri would say yes to. SOOOOOOOO CUTE

all that glitters is not gold by rinsled05, Explicit, 2.6k
Viktor finds him in Minako’s dance studio. It’s an easy search: in the evenings leading to a national Quidditch match, no matter how grueling the day’s training, no matter how exhausting – Yuuri dances. I’m living for this!!! 🔥🔥🔥

Magic & Ice by ajwolf, Mature, 272k (WIP)
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has begun accepting NEWT transfer students. For 5th year Yuuri Katsuki it’s a dream come true, and a chance for his to find his place in the world, both on the ice and off.16 year old Yuuri is off on a fun-filled adventure, full of friends and discovery, as he learns how to fall in love, and how to love himself. He might be chasing his idol, 17 year Viktor Nikiforov, but Viktor may be closer than he seems, as he too struggles to find his place in the world. A M A Z I N G  F I C!

The Morning After

(This is an older request, thank you anon!)


The kitchen looked alien and strange to Harry. Perhaps because it looked like it had never been used or perhaps because Harry had never seen it in daylight before.

He glanced nervously back at the bedroom door, which he had moments before eased closed behind him trying not to make to much noise and wake the blond still curled up in the bed. Harry opened one cabinet after another dismayed to find most of them empty. One held dishware and another had half a shelf of cereals and sweetened fruity quick oats that only required hot water, the rest held nothing.

Everything he needed to make coffee was all left out on the counter, even a single green mug with the Slytherin crest on the side. Harry hesitantly dumped a scoop of coffee grounds in and started the machine, it was strange looking like it was going to explode any second, as many wizard devices did. It hissed at him in what he hoped was a making coffee sort of way and not seconds away from a kitchen full of shrapnel and coffee grounds sort of way.

Harry’s fingers tapped a nervous staccato on the fancy white marble counter. He had never spent the night before, neither had Draco. They hadn’t really talked about it. There was a lot they didn’t talk about. If it weren’t for the fact they both worked at the Ministry and ran into one another quite often this ‘relationship’ of theirs would have never made it past the first drunken one night stand.

He pulled opened the chill box, a blast of cooling charms washing over him as he examined the contents. There were at least six different takeout containers stacked to one side and Harry was certain some of them had to be going wiffy by now, even with cooling and preservation charms. There was also a load of fresh produce, carefully wrapped meats and a small basket of eggs.

On top of a bell pepper there was a note written in a curving elegant script. Harry unstuck it, a smile growing as he read it. The note was from Narcissa, along with all the fresh food apparently. She chided Draco for eating too much takeout and reminding him about their sunday brunch plans. He set the note on the counter and grabbed eggs, the bell pepper, onions, and mushrooms to make an omelet. Or omelets he corrected himself, feeling a tremor of anxiety as he remembered where he was.

He found a knife that likely had never been used and charmed it to start chopping everything. He washed the frying pan just in case it too had never been used. The butter in the pan warmed and melted as the cook top heated at the tap of Harry’s wand. He smiled a little ruefully, it figured Draco would have the best in wizarding tech, even in a kitchen he probably never used.

Harry didn’t really think as he cooked. His mind wandered to Ron and Hermione’s recent marriage, as it often did these days. They were so happy in their new home, with their new life. Meanwhile, to most of the world, Harry appeared to have been single for almost a year now after many years of rocky broken relationships. His friends knew he was seeing someone, they also knew it was an uncertain casual relationship, though neither Harry or his friends had said as much or so directly.

Harry folded one omelet, sliding it onto a plate and putting a stasis charm over it before starting the next. He just… wanted more. His relationship with Draco was good, wonderful even, but it was missing so many things, like proper dates, morning afters, talks about the future. He didn’t need promises of forever or even marriage just- his eyes drifted to Narcissa’s note- just a promise for next week or even tomorrow.

Behind him, the door clicked open but there were no following footsteps. Harry looked over his shoulder. Draco was standing in the doorway his hair mussed, wearing a pair of sleep pants and loose shirt made of modal as soft as silk. He was frozen in place, his eyes wide with shock. Harry felt his stomach sink and turned back to the stove, plating the second omelet mechanically.

He felt numb. The question hovered on the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud; Do you want me to leave?

The floor creaked faintly.

Harry turned off the stove.

“Harry-”

Harry throat felt so dry it hurt but he managed a faint, “Yeah?”

Arms slid around his waist, pulling him back slightly as Draco pressed a soft kiss against the juncture of Harry’s neck and shoulder.

“You stayed,” Draco said softly, his voice sounding a little rough around the edges.

Harry shivered faintly, sliding his hands over Draco’s.

Draco pressed his chest to Harry’s back and Harry could feel his heart racing.

“That’s alright?” Harry asked leaning into Draco.

“I never thought… you would want to,” Draco said carefully.

Harry felt some of the tension leave him and a tentative hope take its place, “And if I wanted morning afters? And dates…” his voice dropped, “a future, together?”

Draco shivered.

Harry turned, first his head and then his whole body, taking Draco’s face in his hands. He wiped the first hint of a tear from the corner of Draco’s eye.

“Everything,” Draco said hoarsely, “you can have everything.”

Harry smiled and leaned forward, stealing a soft chaste kiss, “Just you. I just want you.”

anonymous asked:

dicta do you have any larry fic recs? nothing specific but just any fic that you loved a lot? thank you, your opinion on fics means a lot to me, and i feel like you'd probably know the really good ones!

Oh my gosh anon I love the wording of this ask so much. I’ve been meaning to make a larry rec list for going on a year but it just feels so official/overwhelming? But this, fic I loved a lot??? I can absolutely do that!!! and aaaaah there are SO MANY!!! I am not as organized about larry fic as drarry fic so this is, basically, like, a list of fics that stuck in my brain and/or heart and that are all so so good. SO GOOD! (and tbh there’s a whole other list of stuff that i’d rec but would want to reread before attempting commentary, and I have so many things marked for later and like….yeah….there’s a lot of good fic out there) And really, what better rec is there than “this is a fic that stuck in my brain and/or heart”?? Everyone should read them all!!

an act of faith against the night by @elianefics- M, 65k - It’s a clear path, drawing itself in Harry’s mind – where they began, how they ended up here. It’s not hard to convey all the events that led them to this very moment, with all of their twists and turns, not when Harry has been going through them again and again every night, albeit searching for something else.  “Did you know?” When Harry replies, it’s a question, not an answer. “Did you know, that it would end like this?” [Harry and Louis had never imagined that, when they would finally go back to New York, it would be as spies.] (part two of the landscapes of war series)

  • The war from ‘a prayer for which no words exist’ (recced below!) is over, or at least as over as war can be for the people who were there, which is to say….not all that over, just taking different shape. I have endless love for the way this fic treats that aftermath, the way it shows how deeply and irreversibly harry and Louis were shaped by being fighters, and it is a stunning mix of beautiful prose and important ethical questions. It also does some really fascinating meta work with Simon Cowell, the Azoffs, and the Cordens taking on central roles in the post-war nation-building project. It’s a lot for one fic to do, and this one manages it beautifully, and throws in some more beautiful NYC cityscapes, heartaching and conflicted nostalgia, and taut but unwavering H/L love, you know, just for good measure.

another hazy may by deLILAh - M, 41k - louis is a terrible poet and harry lives in the now and they have six weeks to fall in love but, really, it only takes six seconds. bookshop meets military meets summer romance au ft. marlboros, the backstreet boys, and underrated literary devices.

  • It’s been over a year since I’ve properly read this all the way and I can still see parts of it as vividly as if it had been last night. Harry’s hair, cigarette smoke curling upwards, hardwood floors, the rhythm of Harry’s feet as he runs to stay in shape for the job that will take him away from Louis, the feeling of seconds slipping away, and each of them more precious for being so few in number. This is one of those fics that made me nostalgic for somewhere I’d never been - except who hasn’t felt as though time was moving simultaneously quickly and too slowly, as though there is something precious that could fall apart at any second? And that’s one of many things this fic does beautifully: gives us the universality of their story, and reminding us of our own.

Auf Wiedersehen, Sweetheart by @conscious–ramblings - M, 19k - Louis and Harry had been childhood best friends, but had been separated by evacuation as the city they grew up in was destroyed around them. Now, twelve years later, they are both back in London, and through chance they meet again. In a time when you can’t admit to being gay, for fear of arrest, admitting to your best friend that you love them seems like an insurmountable obstacle.Featuring boxer Harry and mechanic Louis, much pining, and a lot of post war Britain

  • There’s often a moment in fic where they’re trying to figure out if the other one is gay and/or available, that’s full of a certain kind of tentative hope because there’s some kind of attraction there and what if, what if it was everything they think it might be? This fic takes that to 11 in the most meaningful way, because it’s the 40s, and being gay is a crime, and it’s not a question of whether they’re reading the right signals - neither of them can afford to send any - but of trying to accept that it could never, can never be. Set against absolutely simmering chemistry (the moment Louis first sees Harry in the ring is a thing I’m still not over) and wonderful research and settings (loved the feel of it, the way it all came to life, how present the remnants of the war were as they went about their lives) and fab secondary characters (Niall is a gem, and Liam is so how I think of him, and really everyone was just perfect) and this incredible click where you can feel the ease and understanding between them, feel the sense that they are destined and absolutely belong together…it takes that tension and longing, already at an 11, to a 12, and the ending is cathartic and beautiful and means so much more for knowing how rare and lucky and precious that moment is, and how much they’re willing to risk, and how it’s kinds of risk that are sometimes very specific to being queer in a moment when it’s illegal and how many of them are universal, and how incredible and enormous and moving a thing it is when both kinds of risk pay off.

Don’t Look Down by zarah5 - M, 92k - AU. In which Louis is a solicitor at one of London’s most prestigious law firms and Harry happens to apply for the position as his trainee. And everyone else is around, too.

  • Harry is unbelievably charming here, and it makes total sense that Louis falls for him, and as the story unfolds the clarity and meaningfulness of their connection gets more and more apparent even as Louis is fighting it tooth and nail. But it’s not miscommunication and it’s not self-loathing, it’s that Louis’ reasons are genuinely thoughtful and important (professional ethics!!!!!! With real implications!!!!) and that they’re genuinely in a difficult position and can’t be together without betraying things that mean a lot to both of them, which made me love this version of him even more and root for them that much harder. And I was already rooting for them pretty damn hard. They fit together beautifully from the first, understand each other on so many levels, are drawn together just magically…and then there are these beautiful moments (Venice omg) and heart-wrenching moments (after that dinner and that one morning and then that other one omg) and hold-your-breath moments (what is Louis gonna dooooo) and heart-pounding momebts, and I could not put it down.

Fake you’re full and feel tomorrow by theglitterbee - NC-17, 21k - Louis is a high class prostitute and the best at what he does. Harry is a hard to please 17 year old who wants to give himself completely to another man. [It contains prostitution, d/s, daddy kink, silly banter and two idiots in love.](The one with the text messages.)

  • listen this is gonna sound like a weird rec but bear with me. this fic was one of the first 1d fics I read, and on face is almost entirely made of things i don’t like, and yet, here it is. It did that alchemical thing where it just worked and it did all these things really well - like daddy kink was 100% squick for me before this and it’s still like 80% squick but this fic explained it in such a way that i got it and could understand it and see why it worked for them and what it meant for them and that psychology made it work (and made me get why it was hot? which is pretty massive for something in the squick category). and i was hesitant about their ages but it wound up being (i think not unrealistically) part of a fundamental kind of self-discovery that was part of why things between them felt so critical and important. and i was v skeptical about social media stuff in fic but this one did it so well that i got it and felt like it really enriched the story and showed a particular kind of progress and dynamic in their interactions that needed to be done that way (and wound up being really cool and impressive). and i was nervous about the potential for the dynamics to not work but they are both full people who needed each other in this very specific way and fit together beautifully and it did some of the best stuff kink fics do imo, where the kink reveals something about who they are and what they need and why they work and who they are individually and together, and so here we are, a fic with tags i wouldn’t usually touch, reccing away and considering a reread. this kind of rec can be kind of ~, i know, but the tl;dr is that this fic is so good it overcame every hesitation and left me totally engaged and impressed and invested.

Hold Me Closer by balanceds - NC-17, 36.5k - Louis Tomlinson is one of the most promising dancers of the English National Ballet, on track to become the youngest principal dancer in the company’s history. That is, until forces conspire to significantly complicate his life, including: a surprise ballet, an unfairly attractive guest choreographer, and being pushed into a rivalry with his best mate. Featuring lots of wine, dancing, pining, and a happy ending.

  • I was so surprised when I looked up the word count for this bc I would have sworn it was at least twice as longc there is so much story, and so much development, and so many moments that stick that. Watching Louis come to terms with who he was as a dancer and and person was this beautiful process that was so rewarding to read, and it was unusual and fresh in this way I really want to talk about but really don’t want to spoil. Along the way there is spectacular chemistry, zayn and Louis taking on gay swan lake, so much yearning and despair and happiness and reckoning and growth, an amazing and deeply satisfying Simon moment, and one of those h/l relationships where they make each other strong.

like a boomerang by @youwilll- M, 52k - AU in which Harry gets trapped in a lift, Louis gets stuck in a Wednesday, and it’s always February 2nd. Until it isn’t.

  • This fic is so so utterly charming in like nine different ways. Harry and Louis slot together so beautifully you can practically hear the click, and then they do it again and again and somehow every time feels fresh and important, and through it all the stakes get bigger as Louis contemplates the meaning of their repeated day and all of these deep questions sneak in, and a bit of a mystery, and a bunch of self-discovery, and a bunch of personal growth as Louis learns and thinks, really thinks, about what he needs to do, and realizes how willing he is to do it. It was so perfectly balanced between being gentle and exciting, between destiny and action, between grand gestures and quiet moments, and it settled like a warm blanket and I looked forward to every chapter so much.  And then, at the end…it was one of those stories that made me want to add and place to my travel list because the relevant moments are so well located and satisfying that you just want to be there, and it captured this particular instant - the way it wound sound and smell and how the air would feel and the electricity of it - so vividly. Lovely through and through.

Love Is A Human Right by @conscious–ramblings- M, 41k - The one where Louis has spent years getting over his ex, Harry Styles, and was almost successful. That is until Harry is elected as an MP, and Louis is given the task of getting him to support an Act of Parliament. Through tears and arguments and a heavy dose of LGBTQ+ politics, their lives finally line up. Will Louis be able to forgive? Will they still want the same thing? It’s difficult to let go of five years of hurt, but even more difficult to be close to the love of your life and let them walk away again.

  • This fic is basically everything I want in a fic, but together so amazingly well that I would never be able to put into a prompt because it’s the *how* that makes it so perfect. I mean, politics, check, LGBTQ politics, check, larry, check, vivid settings, check, emotional stakes, check, pining, check, everything, check. But the kicker is the beautiful complexity to all of it, that the story really truly understands the complexity of coming out and why people  do and why they don’t and what it mean and how it works and the ways it plays out in queer communities, and these gay leads aren’t incidentally gay, but engaged in identity and politics in a way that feels true and resonant, and that manages to both say really important things about queer communities and tell a beautiful love story about coming to terms with who you are and what you stand for and how love shapes (but doesn’t always determine, and I love that about this fic too) your priorities. Then add some simmering UST and simmering RST (hot damn i mean really) and viscerally, deliciously painful pining and hilarious side plots (SGIL!! Ziam!! Nick’s guessing games!!) and a background story that had my heart twisting for them from the first and settings that felt so real they were popping back into my head for weeks and just…superb. Superb.

a prayer for which no words exist by @elianefics - M, 65k - “Louis is a few seconds away from blowing up a rather important section of the New York subway when he sees Harry for the first time.” (part one of the landscapes of war series)

  • War!AU in NYC! Another one that I will admit fit my interests beautifully but it’s the execution that makes it work so beautifully. From the second they meet, there’s an urgency and fragility to Harry and Louis’ relationship that is a perfect fit for the politics and the newness of it all. At the same time, their connection is so certain and solid, and whether they’re waking up in the Brooklyn penthouse loft that I am still not over or getting ready to run into battle, their love casts everything else into relief and brings out some of he human consequences to why people fight and what they have to gain or lose, and shows what all they’re risking. Left me breathless in the best ways, and so glad to have gone on this journey.

Pull Me Under by zarah5 - NC-17, 140k - AU. As the first British footballer to come out at the prime of his career,  it helps that Louis Tomlinson is in a long-term, committed  relationship. Even if that relationship is fake. (Featuring Niall as Louis’ favourite teammate, Liam as Louis’ agent, and Zayn as Liam’s boyfriend, who just happens to be good friends with one Harry Styles.)

  • This was the fic that tipped me right over the precipice and properly into the fandom; how could I not rec it? Even if I wasn’t personally attached, how could I not rec it? It’s so bloody beautiful, watching Louis come to terms with the idea of being out, and to take steps towards it, and to see how his interactions with Harry change that and what develops between them. The pacing is amazing, the depiction of internalized homophobia is chest-tightening in the good illustrative moving way, the world is so immersive (like I went to get the link and 20 minutes later I was still reading and totally entranced), and their relationship 100% made my heart sing, in both the big triumphant moments and the little ones.

things have gotten closer to the sun by starseas - M, 49k - it’s strange, making the choice to face his past—it almost feels like he’s heading for the sun straight on, like he’s screaming come on and burn me, i deserve it.-when a solar flare is announced to end the world in twelve days, harry reunites with the people that he used to know better than the back of his own hand.

  • I’m not even entirely sure what to say about this fic that won’t give it away or send people running because here’s the thing: it is heartbreaking. It is worth it. It is sad, yes. It is also exhilarating and beautiful and about why love, platonic and romantic, makes the risks worthwhile, and how we know, viscerally know what is important to us. Real talk pt. 1: read it because I had terrible pms and really needed to cry. Real talk pt. 2: it worked, in that very particular way thar also made me sit and think about who and what is really important and had me sobbing in the best, most cathartic way. That lasting, deep way that’s making my chest a little tight just thinking about it, but that also means that I can smell the snow and feel the frost and see the brilliance of the sun and feel the boys’ love as - more - constant than the sun, and what the heck else could you ask for?

These Inconvenient Fireworks by mdasch and everydayslike - NC-17, 190k - Future AU in which nobody tries out for X Factor but the boys end up finding one other eventually anyway. Louis is a jaded bastard who owns a cat named Duchess and teaches drama to teenagers, Harry is an idealistic aspiring photographer/part-time footy coach, Zayn teaches English lit and wears leather jackets, Liam saves people from burning buildings, and Niall is Niall.

  • this is one of the top ten most affecting things i have ever read in my life. i don’t know how. i don’t know why. i do know that i couldn’t put it down for days and wound up finishing it in a blanket fort on a friend’s couch at 4am, literally doing that feet-kicking thing where you’re so full of feelings you can’t actually physically contain it but have to be quiet and still because the rest of the world is asleep during your emotional revelation. it restored my faith in love and hope. i am still not recovered from the thing on the soccer field at night before the train or the star tattoo or harry taking picture after picture or basically anything about it. clear your calendar if you have to but read this fic and then pls come talk to me about it because like i said i am deeply affected and possibly forever changed.

walk my days on a wire by sunshiner - M, 38.5k - Harry hums, staring at his hands in his lap, and Louis can still feel their smoothness, how solid they were in between his own. “Do you think it’s the same for us? Are we here only because of the likeliness of our jobs? Of our lives?”
“We’re here because we have inventive managers,” Louis says, giving Harry’s leg a little nudge with his knee, but all that’s going around in his head is, I think I’d be in the same spot in every possible universe.  or, when actor Louis Tomlinson used to daydream about dating Harry Styles, this is not what he had in mind.

  • There’s this one moment in Cannes when they kiss and I both really want to talk about it bc it is amazing and really would not dream of talking about bc you have to go read it yourself. So like the summary suggests, they’re in a fake relationship, and they know that that’s what it’s supposed to be, but of course - of course - there’s more to it than that. Like instantly more in this way that you can feel rolling off the screen, that is about sexual chemistry but also a certain kind of very precious fitting together. Watching them see themselves through each others eyes is beautiful, as is seeing how much it means to them to have someone else who understands the pressured of this rarefied, panopticonic world of celebrity, and who loves and validates the ott celeb performer and the human underneath the facade. It’s interesting to read in the context of this fandom, and entirely universal at the same time - who doesn’t want a partner who can love them at their most extreme and most mundane, most accomplished and most afraid, right in the middle of a stadium or right in the middle of taking up the whole damn bed?

whispering of fields half-sown by @elianefics- PG-13, 7k - “And how ironic is it that even now, at the end of all things, Louis’ mere presence makes Harry want to believe that anything is possible again. That the earth isn’t close to collapsing on itself, that the tomorrows are bright and shining and full of promises. Harry hates Louis for giving him something to look forward to when the sky only keeps getting darker. Harry loves Louis for it. ”[All of his boys come back to him in the end, but it’s Louis, Harry has been waiting for all this time.]

  • heartbreaking, lush, moving apocalypse!fic wherein it is absolutely the case that through fire and water and earthquakes and ice, there is one person Harry needs by his side. There’s Liam and Niall and Zayn, too, and what it would mean for all of them to say goodbye, really goodbye, who they all are and what those friendships mean. And Louis. Oh, Louis. My eyes got mysteriously damp in the really good way, and it made me want to sit down and write just to make words like this. The conversation at the end of this stayed with me like whoa, and my chest is getting a little tight thinking about it again. That may make some people want to X it off the list; think twice before you do. This is worth it.

Young & Beautiful by velvetoscar - M, 227.5k - Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn’t stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.

  • absolutely beautiful. so vivid i dreamt about it and then went and got a whole bunch of flowers and spent a while wandering around in fancy clothes just because it felt as though i was already living in the story so why not? And how could you not want to be part of this world that is complex and nuanced and subtle and gorgeous (which is not a way i expected to feel about a fic about rich kids btw but this fic makes them so full and the story so engaging that it happened and not only a little). Dimensional characters, wonderful tension, simmering slow burn, complexity, believable and complex psychological motivations,  theme parties, a falcon named cleopatrick, long nights, loaded touches, meaningful subplots, love, resilience. The only possible complaint is it made me want a champagne fountain, and that is not any sort of complaint at all. (lmk if you have a champagne fountain though, it’s been a few weeks and i am really still about wanting to live inside this fic, and also champagne)
Mirror For The Sun - Part 9: Las Vegas

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 8  -  Part 10

Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing, shameless twisting of canon to suit my lazy writing needs

Word Count: 4335

Author’s Note: Ok I don’t know how I feel about this part but this is the second rewrite and I just… here it is.

Originally posted by caps-bucky

After days crammed in the car and a night sleeping in the woods, this enormous suite in this luxury hotel feels excessive. Nat seemed to blend right in, a smug grin painting her face, not a hair out of place, a sleek dress to match the sleek tables and bright furniture. She’s the exact opposite of her friend, linked arm in arm with her, hair a soft tangle, still in that hoodie whose campfire smell lingers every time she moves. Just thinking about the smell of it reminds me of the morning but I shake the thought from my head, there are enough distractions here.

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What I Read This Week

(16/7/17)

So many amazing fics updated this week!! I’m SHOOK!! It was also my sister’s birthday this weekend so I tried to spend some time with her before she left with her boyfriend for a week, so there won’t be too many fics this week as a result. 

The Rules For Lovers by ADreamingSongbird, Mature, 177k (WIP)
Prince Yuuri Katsuki has a duty to his country, above all else (his desires, his dreams, and his happiness included), and he knows this alliance will help to ensure the safety of his people. That’s the only reason he accepts Prince Nikiforov’s hand in marriage. The pleasant surprise, of course, is the part where they fall in love along the way. The unpleasant one, well…That’s a long story.

This fic… I s2g it’ll be the end of me. THIS CHAPTER WAS SO INTENSE I CANNOT BELIEVE…. so much happened and I can’t wait to see what happens next!

Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts by Reiya, Explicit, 149k (WIP)
Part 2 of the Rivals series and companion fic to ‘Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches’. One small change alters the course of both Viktor and Yuuri’s entire lives, throwing them into a bitter rivalry that spans across many years and creates a world where they both tell a very different side to the story.

Oh man, I’ve been waiting and waiting to see this scene from Viktor’s POV ever since I read UMFB&MHA and yep… it hurts just as much as I thought it would. The next chapter will hurt even more and oh lord…. I’m not ready for the pain!!

with these things i’ll never say by missmichellebelle, Gen, 1.8k
Yuuri has been Victor’s PA for well over a year now, but no matter how many times Victor has told him otherwise, he still leaves actual handwritten notes for Victor to find.

Literally the cutest office/business AU I’ve read!! Such a good and easy read, thumbs up!

Namaste by Katri Jardine (heyanapau), Teen, 10k (WIP)
Phichit drags Yuuri to a yoga class, but when the instructor walks in Yuuri can’t imagine himself anywhere else.

I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS FIC OH MY GOD! “He’s wearing a tight, black, long-sleeved crop top that perfectly accentuates the muscles on his arms and shows off the man’s toned abs.” When a fic includes Victor or Yuuri in a crop top you know it’s going to be a good one… ;)

The Boyfriend Experience by cryingoverspilledvodka, Explicit, 183k (WIP)
Katsuki Yuuri is an accomplished escort at 23, operating under the pseudonym Eros, in Detroit. When one of his favourite clients sets him up with none other than world-renowned figure skater Victor Nikiforov, the delicate balance between Yuuri’s personal and professional life teeters ever closer towards ruin.

I am not okay… that’s all I have to say…

Boyfriend Colours by Ashida, Teen, 2.5k
“My uniform.” Victor blurted back, finally looking down to see Yuuri, to realise he’d just had the best idea of his life. “What about it?” Yuuri cocked his head again, lost at the sudden turn in conversation. “Can you… try it on for me?” he whispered it soft, this tentative question that Victor hoped more than anything Yuuri would say yes to.

I am literally sobbing this is so so so cute and amazing I love everything about this HP AU!!! SO. CUTE.

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Here’s to another week of great fic reading! Be sure to give the authors some love!

Camping || Jughead Jones

Jughead and the reader go on a school camping trip. After Reggie’s his usual self, the reader stands up to him only to get threatened. She’s terrified all day after hearing his threat until Jughead comes to her tent later that night and reassures her that she’s going to be okay. Fluff ensues!

Prompts from anons and others:

53 and 62 with Jughead?? Pleaseee🙏🏻🙏🏻

Hi! This is for the drabble challenge! Could you do 7, 9, and 14 with JugheadxReader? Thanks!

14. and 16. for jughead?

#9 and 22 w/ Juggy?

Hi! This is for the drabble challenge! Could you do 55 and 62 with JugheadxReader? Thanks!

27 and 62 with Jughead?

7.) “Well, that’s tragic.”

9.) “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

14.) They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”

16.) “You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”

22.) “Did you just hiss at me?”

27.) “No. Regrets.”

53.) “Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”

55.) “You’re a nerd.”

62.) “If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”

A/N: Here it is! The massive mashup fic! Get ready for lots of fluff and some angst!! Also, I just want to say that during this fic it looks like something bad is going to happen but I can reassure you that it’s not. That’s all I’ll say as we get into the story!

Gif by @ravemreyes

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A school camping trip in the same woods where Jason Blossom was shot and killed. Who’s great idea was this?

“Come on, guys!” your science teacher called. “Just a little more walking!”

Everyone groaned for at least the tenth time that day. Right. It was his.

Your science class (more like your teacher) had decided to go on a camping trip to explore the wonders of nature. So far you had tripped over the log of a tree and scraped your leg on a branch. And the backpack that held your stuff for the night was killing your back. Yeah, what “wonders.”

“How long has he been saying that for? Two hours?” Your best friend Jughead said from your right.

You smiled.

At least Jughead was in your science class. Betty and Veronica were as well, but they were at the front of the group where all the teachers were, eager to find the best camping spot.

All of a sudden, a loud hiss erupted right next to your ear and you jumped. You sighed angrily as you heard laughing behind you. Unfortunately, Betty, Veronica, and Jughead weren’t the only people you knew in your science class.

“Hey freaks.” Reggie said, now on your left.

You looked at him.

“Did you just hiss at me?” you asked and Jughead snickered.

Reggie looked up at Jughead, glaring at him.

“Why’re you laughing, Normal Bates, huh? Something funny?” he barked.

Jughead was about to answer when you cut in,

“He’s laughing at you, Reggie. You’re hissing at people for God’s sake. Why don’t you screw off or I’ll make you?”

You went to turn your attention back to Jughead when you felt a strong grip pull your left arm back, stopping you from moving forward and turning you back around. You yelped at the pain and looked up at Reggie who was smiling maliciously, still holding your arm.

“Do you think I’m scared of a woman?” he snarled.

You gulped.

“Reggie, let her go!” Jughead said.

Reggie dipped down close to your ear.

“I hope your tent’s zipped up well tonight. I might pay you a little visit.” he whispered.

You froze in fear before Jughead stepped in front of the two of you.

“Reggie, I said Let. Her. Go.” he growled.

Reggie laughed and let go of your arm where red welts were beginning to form.

“Just having a little chat, that’s all.” he said and laughed before joining his friends at the back of the group.

Jughead turned his attention back to you, worry in his eyes at seeing how frightened you looked.

“Y/N, what’d he do? What’d he say?” he asked.

You shook your head as you looked behind you. Reggie was still looking at you with that smirk and you quickly turned towards Jughead again.

“Just keep walking.” you said softly as you began moving forward again.

Jughead didn’t protest and he didn’t push you further. After twenty or so minutes of silence later, the class came to a clearing in the woods.

“Alright!” your teacher called. “Boys, set up your tents on this side of the clearing,” he said pointing to the right side of the clearing. “And girls, set up on this side,” he said pointing to the left. “It’s getting dark out so you better hurry! Dinner’s in an hour.”

Jughead turned to you.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked.

You nodded.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” you said quietly.

Jughead didn’t look like he believed you but again he decided not to press you.

“Sit with you at dinner?” he asked.

You nodded again.

“Sounds good.”

Jughead looked like he wanted to say something else but stopped himself, instead giving you a small smile before walking off to where the boys were putting up their tents. You sighed and walked to the girls side, beginning to put up your tent. You could only hope dinner was better.

You were wrong. Dinner was worse. The class of twenty-seven people sat around the fire, all talking and eating amongst themselves. Betty and Veronica were in Betty’s tent not eating dinner but instead waiting for S’mores. Then there was Reggie who just kept looking at you. He wouldn’t stop. Whether this was his psychotic idea of flirting or whether he was just trying to claim you as if you were an object or if he was just trying to terrify you you had no idea. All you knew was that Reggie scared you.

“Y/N. Y/N!” Jughead said from next to you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You turned to him.

“Yeah?” you asked.

Jughead scoffed, but a smirk was on his face.

“Did you hear what I said?” he asked.

You shook your head.

“No, sorry, Jughead.” you said.

You looked to where Reggie was sitting again and saw he was still staring at you. You couldn’t take it anymore. You quickly got up.

“I’m going to bed.” you said.

Jughead looked at you with a bewildered expression.

“But curfew’s not for another hour.” he said.

You shook your head quickly.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m tired. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” you said before walking off.

Jughead quickly got up.

“Y/N!” he called but you didn’t turn around or answer.

He sighed and sat back down. What was going on with you?

You honestly didn’t know how long it had been since you excused yourself from dinner. You had been lying in your sleeping bag, staring at nothing for at least a couple hours. The talking and laughing you heard in the beginning from the teens still eating dinner had ended a while ago. Now it was completely silent. And you were terrified. Terrified of Reggie. Of his friends. Then you remembered that Jughead’s tent was across the clearing from yours.

Maybe you could—

No. You quickly shook that thought away. You couldn’t do that. But your mind kept going back to Reggie and his smirk. It terrified you all over again. Your thoughts came to a halt when you heard someone outside and you slowly sat up. You heard footsteps coming closer and closer to your tent and your heart rate began to pick up. All of a sudden, you heard someone fumbling with the zipper outside your tent. You were ready to let out a scream when a familiar voice said,

“Y/N?”

You pulled your sleeping bag covers back.

“Jughead?” you asked, turning your phone light on as you crawled to the opening of the tent, unzipping the entrance. You were greeted by a worried Jughead who quickly crawled into the tent, zipping it back up.

“Wh—“ you began but stopped when Jughead turned his attention back to you.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

You looked at him with a confused expression.

“Yeah, of course. What’s the—“

“Reggie,” he said, cutting you off. “I heard him and his friends talking about what he said to you earlier.”

Fear flooded you as you remembered Reggie’s laugh and hot breath on you. You snapped out of it when you felt Jughead’s hands take yours.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t come earlier. The chaperones were patrolling the area. Reggie’s not going to hurt you, okay?” he said. “I’m gonna stay with you tonight. Just in case.”

You sighed in relief and hugged the raven-haired boy.

“Thank you, Jughead. Thank you.” you whispered as he hugged you back.

The two of you pulled away and Jughead smiled at you.

“I brought snacks,” he said, pulling out a deck of cards with one hand. “And snacks.” he said, pulling out a small bag of chips and a big bag of candy with the other.

You stifled your laugh, not wanting the chaperones to find Jughead in your tent.

“God, you’re a nerd,” you said jokingly. You smiled at the teenage boy. “But seriously. Thanks, Juggie.”

You looked at the cards.

“You up for a game of War?” you asked.

Jughead rolled his eyes.

“Of course.”

You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.” you mumbled to Jughead as you chewed on a Snickers bar.

Jughead rolled his eyes.

“Don’t care,” he said and put down a 3 of Hearts. “Dammit.” he swore.

You giggled. You had only one card left but you still clung onto the hope that you could win.

“Alright, so all I need is a 4 to get some cards back. Should be easy.” you said cockily.

You quickly flipped your last card over, revealing a two. Your mouth fell open at it and Jughead laughed.

Well, that’s tragic.” he said. 

You shoved your best friend’s shoulder and pouted, unable to keep a smile off your face. You also couldn’t help but notice how handsome he looked in his pajamas. The sweatpants didn’t do much, but the tight white tank top showing off his toned arms made you blush furiously.

“Oh, shush. Get out of here.” you joked.

Jughead’s eyes widened.

You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!” he said jokingly pointing to the sleeping bag the two of you were sitting on.

You laughed and looked at your phone. 2:32.

“Juggie, we should get to bed,” you said, putting your phone down. “It’s 2:30.”

Jughead sighed but nodded. He took his beanie off and placed it to the side, crawling under the covers of the moderately big sleeping bag. You joined him and you groaned quietly as the large amount of candy you ate that evening began to kick in. Jughead chuckled.

“The candy?” he asked.

You nodded and groaned again, pulling the covers over your shoulders.

“Yeah.” you mumbled.

Jughead shook his head.

“I told you you shouldn’t’ve eaten all of it.”

You scoffed.

“No. Regrets.”

Jughead chuckled again.

“Night, Jug.” you said, turning your phone light off.

“Night, Y/N.”

Thirty minutes later, you were still awake. Although you knew the chance that Reggie would come into your tent was now slimmer than ever, you were still nervous.

“Jughead?” you whispered.

“Yeah?” he said instantly.

So he couldn’t sleep either.

“I can’t sleep,” you said. You were silent for a moment. “I’m scared.”

Jughead sighed and turned to look at you through the dark.

If you can’t sleep…we could have sex? That would scare Reggie off.” he joked.

Your cheeks turned bright red.

“Jughead!” you loudly whispered.

Jughead snorted.

“I’m kidding, Y/N,” he said before turning serious. “Come here,” he said, signaling for you get closer.

You snuggled into him, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach as Jughead held you protectively.

“They won’t hurt you, okay?” he said softly. “I won’t let them. I promise. Go to sleep.”

You nodded, feeling a lot better and closed your eyes, falling asleep to Jughead’s heartbeat.

“Shh! Veronica!” Betty loudly whispered as Veronica giggled and dragged her to your tent.

“Veronica! It’s like 6 in the morning! No one’s up yet!” Betty said, yawning.

“Exactly! Betty, I just want to surprise her! Like I surprised you!” Veronica said, smiling widely.

Betty glared at the beaming girl.

“You didn’t surprise me, you scared me.” she said.

Veronica rolled her eyes.

“Same thing.” she said before zipping open your tent.

She opened her mouth ready to “surprise” you, but stopped when she saw you and Jughead.

“Oh my—“ she began but stopped when Betty stooped to her level to see what the Lodge girl was looking at.

“What are you—oh.” the blonde said.

You and Jughead were asleep and Jughead was… spooning you?

“Oh God, they’re so cute when they’re asleep.” Veronica said, taking out her phone and snapping some pictures.

“Veronica!” Betty exclaimed.

“What?” Veronica asked, looking towards her best friend. “It’s true.”

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A/N: And that was the massive mashup! I hope you guys enjoyed! Please send me feedback! Thanks!!

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12x14 & 12x15

I got an anon about this like halfway through the hiatus that I responded to like, yes right after 12x15 I meant to make this gifset. Ooops. I also have a whole bunch of anons I thought may or may not have been indirectly answered by other stuff on my blog but were all asking about what was going to happen to Cas, and I haven’t been able to put words to it the entire month.

Anyway these gifs after the first 2 are in no particular order or chosen to be a side by side, but possibly chronological because my gif-collecting was a haphazard mess. But the last ones are definitely “you’re a killer” and “btw Joshua” reaction shots, and I think are where Ketch and Kelvin played their cards. 

Obviously both then go with their respective offer to see what it’s all about, but my hope/assumption/tentative speculation is that this is a fairly direct parallel, based on how these two are in general with their story arcs, and also after rewatching a little chunk of season 12 I realised just how many small moments are repeated between characters, in fairly direct ways, and this is hopefully just a version where we’ve been left hanging on Cas’s side for the equivalent of the hotel scene with Dean and Ketch, to be picked up again later.

Of course Dean also then the next episode has his arm twisted to work with the BMoL anyway, at least on his terms, and Cas going along with Kelvin can crunch this parallel down into him working with Heaven in probably similar ways to Dean and the BMoL, we’ll hopefully see how that goes tonight in a way which will give us a lot of material to speculate/understand things. 

But at least these two conversations side by side, when you watch these episodes back to back, offer a pretty clear suggestion that, structurally, we have this parallel of Cas to Dean’s unsuccessful career day pitch from Ketch, and Cas is NOT ET-ing back home like he threatened to in 8x23, which seemed to be a few people’s fear… and honestly I’m still not sure what all the various main thoughts are on that still. Maybe everyone’s been waiting and doesn’t know what to make of it yet.

Light

It was the evening just after a full moon. A dim light shone through a cottage window and illuminated the snowy street below. The soft glow was coming from a bedroom in the house. Inside, it was silent except for the quiet echo of music. Two men were lying side by side on a bed; their faces just inches apart. Their eyes were closed and faces serene. Legs were tangled, hands were holding, and hearts were pounding. It was impossible to tell whose limbs were whose. Their steady breath mingled together as they lay peacefully together. The soothing voice of Ryan O’Neal was coming from a pair of earphones, one in each of their ears.

The man with black hair pulled into a messy bun opened his dark eyes to look at his companion. Deep love shone through those midnight irises. He lifted his hand and gently caressed the other’s cheek.

“Re,” he murmured softly.

The fairer man kept his eyes closed but tenderly touched the other man’s hand in response. Remus, although content, was skinnier and paler than usual. His scars were more prominent on his pastel skin. It had just been the full moon; one of the most exhausting nights he had to endure every month. Every full moon, he was growing weaker than the last. He had been resting ever since Sirius carried him home in the very early morning after he’d switched back.

“Remember when we first met and you introduced yourself as ‘Lemus Rupin’? You were so goddamn nervous.”

Remus’s lips turned up into a reminiscent smile and he opened his eyes. He loved playing this game. “Remember when McGonagall caught us making out when we didn’t show up to class?”

“Poor McGonnie. She tried so hard to keep a straight face, she really did. Remember when we lost Harry when we were babysitting him?”

We? I believe that was all you, love. You insisted we make cupcakes for James and Lily’s anniversary and the next thing you know, Harry wasn’t in his crib.” They laughed. “Remember when you charmed a piece of mistletoe to follow me above my head as an excuse to kiss me every minute on Christmas Day?”

“Now that was a brilliant plan. Remember when you fell on your arse after I proposed to you?”

“We were ice skating, what did you expect?”

“Well, I certainly made the most out of you flat on your back.”

Remus shook his head and laughed. He sobered when the next song played into his ear. Sirius also stilled at the lyrics of their song. Their hands intertwined and Sirius rested his forehead on Remus’s. They listened for a few moments until Sirius broke the silence.

“Remember when you felt completely worthless? When you had no hope?” Sirius tentatively asked. “When you had no plans for your future because it seemed pointless? When you couldn’t stand another night because merely breathing was exhausting?” He looked into Remus’s eyes with wonder. “I don’t. You made me forget the darkest moments of my life with a single touch.” He let out a soft breath. “I never thought it was possible.”

Remus’s eyes filled with tears. He leaned forward and grazed his lips on Sirius’s scruffy jaw. He slowly moved his mouth down to his neck and breathed him in.

“Kiss me already,” Sirius whispered hoarsely. Remus continued to nuzzle the sensitive part of his neck. “Please,” he begged as he licked his lips. Remus kissed and sucked his neck with infinite tenderness. Sirius’s pleads made him bring his mouth up to the other’s heavily breathing mouth. Their lips finally met and Sirius deepened the kiss. Nostalgia and love passed through their lips, tongues, teeth. Their lips were swollen and raw when they broke apart. They held on to each other with everything they had in themselves. Their song slowly faded away and a new one began.

“I love you.”

May these words be the first
To find your ears.
The world is brighter than the sun
Now that you’re here.
Though your eyes will need some time to adjust
To the overwhelming light surrounding us,
I’ll give you everything I have.

Bellamy Blake imagine: My Queen (Part 1)

Summary: It’s Unity Day and reader has been looking forward spending some time with Bellamy, but instead he is having fun with Clarke. Reader gets jealous and gets into the fight with him. Then she goes with him, Raven, hercbest friend, and Jasper on the mission as the backup for Clarke and she gets hurt.

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Word count: 3741


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For the first time since we came down here, I could see everyone having a good time. They finally got a chance to loosen up a little.

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You’d holed yourself off in the cool darkness of a deserted pantry when it had started. The tile was cool against the flushed skin of your calves and toes. The darkness pressed against your eyes and ears in a comforting manner, making you feel safe. But also, unfortunately, highlighting the very things that had led to you trapping yourself in here in the first place.

Each thud of your heart felt like a dust against your chest. The muscles stretched above your heart to your sternum kept pinching and snarling their pain. You tried to hold your breath, thinking rather irrationally that if you slowed some of the movement the pain might cease. Drinking water hasn’t helped. Neither had lying down. Not really.

And holding your breath?

It only meant that you were no consciously aware that you were breathing. Having to focus on each pull of air into your lungs and mentally cursing that being so conscious of it was rather making the involuntary muscle movements all too voluntary. Each breath just wound your tension more. You couldn’t keep track of the number and what felt like an incredibly fast pulse trying to jump from your neck and chest. You felt like you ought to know though. Your body was screaming with terror, and it felt as if you might overload at any moment.

The floorboards outside the pantry creaked. You told yourself it was just the house settling. The footsteps? You were imagining hallucinatory monsters while in a highly suggestible state.The voices were harder to explain away.

There were only a limited number of people who could be in this house, and you wanted to explain to approximately none of them why you had hidden away in this currently unused storage space. Aside from a few bags of sugar and a container of salt, you were sure the only thing in this place before you shut off the light and closed the door were abandoned cobwebs and dust.

You really, truly hoped no one was so desperate for a cup of sugar they wouldn’t just go to the store on their own.

It wasn’t as if you could very well hide any more than you already were, but you shrank inward the little you could bringing trembling limbs tighter protectively. You pressed your cheek against the chill of the wall and hoped your heartbeat wasn’t as loud to them as it felt to you.

After a few moments, you realized you could discern at least two sets of voices. A Scottish woman’s and a man’s. You didn’t recognize either of them, and didn’t much want to think about what that meant.

“Obviously she’s a tad upset, that’s all. Are you sure you didn’t offend her?”

“Doctor, how would I offend a ship?”

The woman’s voice was further away now, more muffled and indistinct.

“You’d be surprised,” came a mutter far too close for your comfort. Then, worse, came the twist of a doorknob as you pressed yourself against the wall adjacent to the door. Whatever reason these people had for breaking in, you didn’t think they’d be pleased by a witness.

Because you were you, and your luck has always been frankly awful when it matters most, this wasn’t very successful.

“Well hello!” The man exclaimed after he flicked on the light. “This is a surprise!” 

He sounded quite happy, going by the speed of his chatter and the brilliant smile.

 “Have you been in here long? It’s a nice cupboard, bit empty. I’d say you’d do better with some biscuits and a few pillows but - oh! Or is this Sardines? Well, count me in!”

That said, he shut the door firmly once more, his right hand moving to the light switch before pausing with a frown. Sadly, he left the light still on.

You could see him better now though. Tweed jacket, bow tie, and long skinny legs to match. You weren’t sure if you wanted to get a good look at his face or not, but you’d shut your eyes tight against the sudden intrusion of light regardless. His rectangular face was topped with a dark swoop of hair that was clearly as much of a statement as his choice in wardrobe. The chipper attitude kept you balancing the fine line of unease and tentative hope that today wasn’t really going to cause even more problems. He seemed friendly. But the housebreaking implied he may very well just be a friendly psychopath.

The diversion he posed was not enough to break the aching weight that piled on your lungs like sandbags. It didn’t stop the stabbing, dry pain that was still attacking your rib cage. You rubbed at your chest with the heel of a palm as discretely as you could, attempting to deepen each breath by finishing it with your mouth instead of your nose. He wasn’t brandishing a weapon about, so you were tentatively hoping he wasn’t planning on killing you.

You only had to wait an annoyingly painful breath or two before you felt the man’s gaze on you rather than your surroundings.

“I’m going to take a wild guess and say you aren’t playing Sardines,” the man said companionably. “Did we scare you? No. No that can’t be it, you’d been in here a while before we arrived, hadn’t you?”

You found yourself nodding your agreement, not entirely sure why you were being honest. Except… that voice from earlier. It had called the person this voice belonged to ‘doctor’. Hadn’t it?

“Are you really a doctor?”

The man sat next to you, smiling brightly as if you were best friends.

“Better. I’m the Doctor,” he told you. 

You weren’t sure if he was cocky or charming.“Do you… do you often break into people’s homes? That’s not part of any residency program I know of. Most would say it’s illegal.”

Your words were accusing, but coated over with a mild sort of politeness that formed from a mixture of respect for medical professions and simple awareness that this man could be dangerously insane.

“Oh that, well I’ve never been big on normal anyway,” the man was terribly sunny. “Although, strictly speaking, didn’t exactly plan this.” His face contorted in a grimace. “I was trying to take my friend home for a surprise visit. We seem to have gotten it a bit wrong.”

That explained the clothes, you supposed.

Apparently, you’d said that out loud, because he practically squawked. “What’s wrong with my clothes?”

Nothing. You assured him. They were perfectly professional. A bit outdated in style, perhaps, but you supposed anyone would get tired wearing scrubs and white coats all the time.

He swirled around to face you, pulling a small cylindrical device that lit up and buzzed as he moved it through the air.

You discarded the obvious question of 'what in the Lord’s name is that’ and instead asked through a tight jaw, “What does that tell you, then?”

The man, the doctor, looked to his whirring device then back to you. He peered at your eyes in concern then slowly reached a hand out towards you. Just as slowly, he took one of your wrists.You stared at his pale fingers, ghostlike against your wrist, and abruptly realized he was taking your pulse.

“What has you so scared?” He breathed.

You tried to give him your best challenging look. What sort of question was that, anyway? Particularly from a housebreaker?

“I’m going to ask you a few questions, but while I do, I want you to take some deep breaths for me, can you do that?”

For some stupid reason or habit, you answered honestly.

“Breathing isn’t my favorite thing just now,” you confided with a bit of a grimace.

He squeezed your wrist lightly and stared into your eyes earnestly.

“Do it anyway. Just trust me. I need you to trust me.”

“Because you’re a doctor and you make people better?”

Why not? You thought. If he was a doctor, maybe he could make the pounding and stabbing and.. all of it just stop. Go back to normal.

“Exactly. Inhale, nice and deep." You obliged. After a few moments, he squeezed your wrist again, "And exhale.”

He did this a few more times before finally asking his questions.

“What’s your name?”

You told him, although your breath got a little stuck on it. He didn’t seem disturbed, and only encouraged you more.

“Y/N, what are five things you can see?”

Unlike the first, this question was odd under the best of circumstances, and you gave him a look that told him so. When you didn’t immediately answer, the doctor asked again after a moment.

“Chalk,” you started, still doubtful, but aware of the dusty stains on your fingers from when you’d been playing with your younger siblings and cousins earlier that day. Before you’d come over here to house sit and feed fish that the owners were convinced could possibly get lonely. “Broken spiderwebs.” You weren’t being paid to clean. No way were you inviting that sort of thing to be taken for granted either. “My jacket in the corner. Your bow tie. And your eyes.” You looked at him thoughtfully. “Are you an ER doctor?”

“It’s still my turn to ask the questions, Y/N.” He smiled again and booped you on the nose. “What about four things you can feel?”

“Mild irritation?” You offered, raising an eyebrow when he shook his head.

“No. Not feel with your emotions. Your physical sense of touch. Four things you can perceive through touch.”

“Your hand on my wrist,” you replied after a moment, rubbing your chest again thoughtfully. “Not as overpoweringly warm as I’d have feared. The floor. A slight air through the house from the vents. My shirt.”

He nodded approvingly.

“Good, good. And I do work a lot with emergency cases, not always in one room though. What are three things you can hear?”

That didn’t explain anything, but you figured it was a yes. It would explain his take charge attitude and the look in his eyes.

“Your voice. Your friend running down the stairs. And the fan in the next room over.”

“Very good. Can you tell me two things that you can smell?”

You frowned, having to work harder on this one.

“Dust, I suppose. The kind of musty smell from disuse, you know? The people who live here don’t use this much.” Who’d have guessed? You felt rather embarrassed for saying something so obvious, but he appeared to find it interesting enough. At least, there wasn’t a glimmer of ‘what an idiot’ visible on his face. “And.. a perfume, maybe? It’s faint on you, but I suppose your friend wears it?”

“Ah, yes. She does that. Rassilon knows why. Last question for now. What’s one thing you can taste?”

At first you’d opened your mouth to say you couldn’t very well taste anything. Your mouth was so dry you barely had spit. Before realizing that actually wasn’t the case at all. And you could taste a slight flavor in the air. 

More than just the acrid taste of leftover fear or salt from your skin.

“Is that… bananas?”

“Always take bananas to a party.” He winked at you and brandished a banana in his free hand. Then he offered it to you and released your wrist, surprising you as you realized you’d been breathing just fine on your own. Were still breathing fine. At some point, the agony had stopped.

“But there’s no party here,” you asked doubtfully, hesitantly accepting the mysterious banana.

He just shrugged.“The human race loves parties. I’m sure we’ll find one soon enough. Want to come along?”

You looked down at your outfit then back to him and tried to open your mouth as he opened the door and called for his friend. Who was apparently named Amy.

“What was all that? What happened to me? How did you stop it?" You shook your head, trying to make sense of it all. "It felt like I was dying. Like… like I was the Energizer Bunny on speed in its death throes.”

The doctor gave you an 'ah’ of comprehension.

“Sometimes your brain will send an adrenaline surge through your body and activate your fight or flight responses. And presto, anxiety attack. All better now though. So, what do you say to that party? You already have a banana, why not go all the way?" 

His friend, who was apparently a woman just as pale but with bright red hair, skipped up to him wearing nothing but striped pyjamas.

“I love parties! But we’ll need a change of clothes, Doctor.”

“Right you are, best get that sorted out. Come on, Y/N!” The man winked at you. “Geronimo!”

Unattached

Imagine Thorin accidentally calling you his wife.


You watched as Thorin unrolled the map across the long stone table, every one of his advisers shared the same look of exasperation and boredom. For hours, you had been sat in the council chambers, listening to him droning on about the elf king and their imminent meeting. It had taken months and cajoling from every single member of his council, but he had finally agreed to the affair.

Looking across the ink which traced every tree and twist of the Mirkwood forest, you nearly guffawed at the king as he stabbed an oblivious finger into the parchment, trying to lay out his path on the aged map. You looked around at the other dwarves, hiding their obvious amusement as the king went cluelessly on. You knew that no other would have the gull to speak up.

“Um, your majesty,” You chimed in the dulled silence, every head pricking up in anticipation, “You may want to turn the map right side up.”

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First Moon

Werewolf!Jungkook

A/N: This is inspired by a dream I had a few nights ago :3 Once again it was supposed to be a drabble, but it turned out a bit longer than I planned lol

Plot: Jungkook goes through his first full moon


[Drawing made by the super talented @ax-thelian​ !!! Full credit to them!! Go check his/her blog out]

“-And the way she fought him was so cool! She was really a badass!”, Hoseok boasted trying to goofily replicate a few of the combat moves the female lead acted.

“I know, right? Better not piss her off”, Taehyung chimed with his characteristic smile.

Terra and the boys were talking animatedly after they were done watching a movie at the cinema, the positive commentary praising the action-packed movie. Jin, Jimin, and Yoongi had stayed at home having personal things to attend to and preferring the comfort of the house.

It was quite late at night, Terra’s wrist watch signaling it was almost 11:30pm.
They all kept chatting on their back, the cinema not too far away from the boys’ place, roughly a 15 minute walk. All of them, except for one.

Jungkook was a few steps behind, seemingly lost in his own thoughts as his hands were shoved down his pockets, his head tilted up towards the semi-hidden full moon that was partially covered by a few grey clouds, a slightly puzzled expression on his face.

She slowed down to let herself fall back and walk by his side. He was so deeply immersed in whatever was going on in that mind of his that he hadn’t even noticed her presence. For a moment, she just looked at his profile and noticed that he was not the young boy she remembered, his serious expression contributing to his more mature look. His traits had become more angular and defined, taking the place of the softer features he used to have when he was younger. His jawline was now strong and sharp and she almost felt compelled to let her fingers trace its shape; his brows were slightly scrunched up, his biceps exposed by the short sleeved white t-shirt he was wearing, his muscles flexed and defined from the way he had his hands in the pockets of his washed out denim jeans.

She bumped him gently with her shoulder and that brought his mind back to reality, his attention now to her.

“Hey, nochu”, Terra teased him.

He smiled down at her, and there it was. The bunny smile that gave him that childlike quality was back. He bumped her back and then put an on her shoulder.

“Hey”, he replied simply.

“What’s up? What got you so quiet?”, she inquired after you noticed the change in his demeanor as the night progressed.

“Nothing. I am always pretty quiet”

“True, but tonight more than usual”

He stayed silent at that, but not for long as he resumed smiling. He kissed her cheek and told her everything was fine.

The two of them weren’t officially a couple, but the boys knew that something was going on between the two of them. It was just a continuous flirting that seemed very casual to an outsider, but whoever knew them both personally like the boys was aware that you deeply cared about each other beyond a simple friendship. He was always looking out for her and he could almost read her like no one else could, and vice versa. He may have been the youngest of the group, but he was definitely not naïve. There was a quiet attentiveness to him, his sense of observation very sharp that gave him some sort of insight about people around him. He could be playful, yet serious when times called for an objective mind. The rest of the boys seemed to have somewhat of a similar trait, always attuned with one another as if their minds traveled on the same wavelength.

As you guys were still walking, rain started drizzling down from the sky at first until it became an outright downpour that had them all drenched by the time they got to the house that belonged to the seven men.

“Woah! I guess if I brought some soap I could literally shower outside”, Taehyung said as he stepped in the living room, droplets of water dripping from the ends of his hair.

“Please do. It might be funny to see you get arrested for public indecency”, Yoongi commented from his lounging position on the couch as he watched tv.

Jin walked into the room at that moment and almost gasped in horror at the sight of wet footprints and small pools of water that were now decorating the floor from the entryway to the living room.

“No no no no”, he chanted in a whining tone. He was definitely going into mom mode. “Y’all are NOT going to make a mess in here when I have cleaned this just today. Shoo shoo! Go get dried up before you make even more of a mess”, he scolded as he made shooing gestures for them all to go get changed.

“And you guys are going to clean this first thing in the morning!”, he called out towards them as they were climbing the stairs.

They all chuckled in the hallway, finding the mama Jin antics funny. As they were laughing, Terra made eye contact with Jungkook and she almost found herself choking on her own tongue. The soaked fabric of his shirt was clinging onto his skin deliciously, the defined lines of his muscles becoming one with the t-shirt as they peeked through the material that had become semi transparent because of the rain. His brown locks where sticking to his forehead in messy patterns, water trickling down the end of them onto his chiseled face.

She hadn’t escaped his gaze either, his eyes trailing on her figure and looking at the way her chest strained against the fabric of her tank top, the wetness from the rain making her plump lips even more appetizing to him, the moisture on her melanin blessed skin making it glisten beautifully.

“____, you are more than welcome to stay the night. You know there is always room for you here”, Namjoon offered.

It wasn’t unusual for Terra to stay over at the boys’ place, often crashing there after a night out especially after a long time she went without seeing them. They had a spare room that had pretty much become her own after so many nights of her sleeping in it, a few spare belongings of hers left in the drawers of the dresser.

“Thanks, will do. I’m gonna go get washed and dried up before mama Jin throws another tantrum”, she taunted jokingly before they all laughed and went to their rooms to do the same.

She was in her room ready to take a shower before changing into some comfy clothes for the night and looked out of the window that faced directly the small backyard, the odd downpour had stopped, now being just a gentle drizzle. She noticed Jungkook standing there admiring the moon once again, his back to her and his head tilted towards the glowy sphere high up on the sky looking bigger than usual, an eerie vibe to it as it got a slight red tinge to it… 

Why would he go back outside in the rain..?

She detached her gaze from it, a bad feeling washing over her, so she decided to finally put her braids up in a quick bun to not wet them any further and hop in the shower.

Fifteen minutes later, she was out of the bathroom, small clouds of steam coming out of the ajar door as she put lotion on her deep toned skin. A quick glance to the lockscreen indicated that it was just about to be midnight.
She was throwing on a pair of cotton shorts and a t-shirt when she heard muffled sounds coming from outside…

Terra walked up to the window and looked down to see what the commotion was all about and what she saw had her worry like she hadn’t been in a while.

Jungkook was on his hands and knees, convulsion-like tremors going through his body as he grunted and panted as if he was making some great physical effort to control himself. He then started scratching the soil with his bare hands, clawing at it like a dog would when in it was in distress.

Suddenly, Namjoon appeared from the sliding doors “Shit, it has started.. guys!”, he cussed and called the rest of the boys out.

What had started… ?

She opened the window wide open for her to lean over “Namjoon what is going on?”, confusion and worry painted all over her face and lacing her words like vines.

“____, stay inside no matter what! You hear me?!”, Hoseok yelled in her direction as he and the others rushed outside to go over to the youngest one.

“We need to help him calm down. He is gonna lose control”, Jimin instructed as they carefully approached Jungkook whom was now standing.
However, his stance was… weird. He was a bit hunched over, his fingers bent as if they were ready to claw at the nearest threat, dirt staining his finger tips and nails. Jin attempted a step forward and Jungkook reacted right away, an animalistic snarl ripping through his throat as he faced the eldest man. In a blink of an eye, Jungkook dashed forward and shoved Seokjin whom went flying for several feet before he managed to sloppily land on his feet.

“We can’t let him flee. Lord knows what he will do if he goes on a rampage in the streets”, Namjoon stated not taking his eyes off of the maknae and so did the others.

Jungkook was heaving and whining, low growls vibrating in his throat as he occasionally gripped his head as if keeping it from splitting in half, his eyes screwing shut due to the great pain.

“Jungkook-ah”, Jimin started tentatively hoping that his close friend would somewhat be listening to him. “I know it hurts, but you need to try to control it and not let it control you. Hyungs and I will help you through it”, he continued in a soothing voice.

For a few moments, it looked like it had worked, that Jimin had managed to calm him down at least. But then, something similar to a howl resonated in the air and Jungkook leaped forward charging towards his friends. He clawed at Taehyung, the closest one, and managed to get him on the arm where a fresh wound had formed, blood dripping down onto his forearm as he grunted in pain and stepped out of the way.

Hoseok was next in his trajectory, the elder barely dodging the attack with no intention of responding to the assault.

“I’m not gonna fight you, Jungkook-ah!”, he called out as he blocked a few attacks, purplish bruises blooming on the tan skin of his shoulders and arms.
However, the young one seemed def to any reason, all trace of rationality forgotten as he kept on snarling and attacking his hyungs.

Terra had watched the scene unfold in front of her, everything seemingly playing in slow motion and too fast at once. She couldn’t make sense out of what she was witnessing.
Despite her instincts and Hoseok’s warning telling her to stay safe, something deep inside her compelled her to rush down the stairs and go to the backyard to help.
She couldn’t - she wouldn’t - let her friends get hurt and Jungkook lose all control for something he would definitely regret later.

She got to the sliding doors and stepped outside locating Jungkook, his back turned to her as he was currently having a hand wrapped around Yoongi’s throat.

“STOP!”, she yelled in his direction. “Let him go!”
 
At the sound of her voice, his head slowly turned towards her and what she saw had the blood in her veins run cold, shock paralyzing her limbs, and eyes wide filled with disbelief.

The person - if you could even call it that - was almost animal looking. His once beautiful features were now deformed into a snarl, lips curled up baring his fangs with a growl; his pupils were dilated, traces of gold in his eyes that contributed to the overall eerie look. Everything about him screamed ‘danger’.
Terra willed herself to fight through her catatonic state, it was not the time to let her fear take over. She needed to do something. 

“Jungkook”, she called him softly. “You don’t want to do this… you don’t want to hurt your friends. Your brothers”

He kept looking at her, a flicker of consciousness coming back to his eyes. He turned back to Yoongi that was barely conscious at this point, and his grip on his throat loosened until his elder fell to the ground, oxygen painfully rushing back to his lungs as he coughed.
The young one brought his arm back to his side, but didn’t attempt to make another move as he just looked at her, a wild and feral expression still on his face.

She took a few steps closer to him, slowly testing the waters and her arms up telling him that she meant no harm nor threat.

“Terra, don’t! Stay back!”, Jimin warned her, but she didn’t listen. Her attention was solely focused on Jungkook and on the task at hand.

She felt like she could help. She had to find a way. But what to do? All she could do was just follow her own instinct. And that’s what she did.
She took slow and careful steps further towards him, her eyes never leaving his, hoping her body language would translate into harmless and that he would not do anything reckless.

When she was close enough, she slowly extended her arm, but not enough to touch him. She wanted him to trust her, to let him come to her out of his own will. 

“You’re not evil”, she whispered.

She tried to slow her breathing, to calm the adrenaline cursing in her body like fire until she felt like she almost holding her breath.
At first he stood still, not moving a single muscle and eyes studying her as if to gauge her intentions. Then he leaned forward, cautiously sniffing her outstretched hand, her familiar scent reaching the deepest layers of his being and make him relax visibly. He rested his cheek on her palm and closed his eyes.

He trusted her. 

She cupped his cheek, finding his warmth on the skin of her palm.

“You’re fine. Come back to me, Kookie…”, she cooed under hear breath as her thumb stroked his cheek soothingly.

A few moments later, she watched his traits change with her own eyes, witnessing the morphing of his features from animal to human. His canines were reverting from their sharp state to their original dull edge; his lips were no more curled up in a threatening gesture, but their usual plump selves; when he opened his eyes, she found the brown pools she learned to love instead of the feral golden-stained ones. 

A single tear rolled down his cheek as his conscience came back, reminding him of what he done to his friends up until brief moments prior. 
He started crying until he fell to his knees, sobs shaking his shoulders and tears staining her t-shirt as she got on her knees with him holding him close to her chest. She didn’t need to say anything, she just needed to let him vent.
Terra could feel his despair resonating deep into her being. He was scared. Of what he had done. Of himself. Of what he had become. But she wouldn’t let him be alone, she would be there for him so that he could have someone to fight his demons with.

The rest of the boys had watched the whole scene happen with wide eyes, a look of surprise painted all over their faces as they glanced at each other to silently confirm if they had all witnessed the same thing.

They looked at the two that were on their knees as Jungkook cried his eyes out, and Terra…
They looked at her in particular, at the way she didn’t budge as she held him close to her as if to absorb some of his pain to take it away from him.

They had found her.

Auston Matthews - Welcome to the Family

Originally posted by wagnerhockey

Request: “ Hiii! Could you do an Auston Matthews imagine, where you’re a single mom to a little girl and he meets her for the first time? “

I honestly thought of this idea in the shower and then got this request. Freaky man.

Warnings: Single parenting (not that this is really a warning, all single parents are fucking amazing and I have nothing but respect for them)/ mentions of a parent leaving their family

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Awakened Chapter 3

Summary: You are the sister of Charles Xavier. You are part of the Avengers and dating Bucky Barnes. Unbeknownst to you Bucky is having an affair with Natasha. When you catch them in the act, things go downhill from there. You are a Mutant with similar powers to Jean, only with Immortality thrown in.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky X Natasha, Logan Howlett X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Cheating, Feelings of worthlessness, Depression.

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