that awkward moment when two shows are an au from each other and that makes sense in my mind

Unlucky Circumstance

It’s certainly a case of Murphy’s Law. It’s certainly and expectedly his bad luck that had caused this.

Or rather he’d blame this entirely on that if Ladybug was anywhere in sight. Beyond all the chaos of screaming teenagers and a city reduced to canoodling, love struck citizens, there’s no sight of red and black.

There’d hardly been enough time to transform before the akuma, aptly named Lovestruck, had broken through the school’s decidedly poor security system. Chat Noir was left with little recourse but to fend him off and corral as many of his unaffected classmates as he could into a safe space.

He leaves Kim behind. It’s too late for the boy. He’s already sobbing into his hands and crying about his one sided love for Alix.

(She’s torn between amusement and something bordering on embarrassment as she runs out the door.)

“Hey, Lovestruck! Your type of love isn’t real! We don’t want it!” Someone shouts behind the screaming/swooning mass of students.

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anonymous asked:

Hii!! So I read Know You Got That Thing (that i like) a while ago and I liked it so much the smut was really good in it. Can you recommend me similar fics? Where it's short and doesn't have tons of angst but still has a nice little plot..

So short (<15k) and smutty but not pure pwp, right ?

It’s gonna be long, so under the cut !

(you can add all the fics of the The 30-Day Smut Challenge  )

- know you got that thing (that i like) : In all the ways he thought about their reunion going, watching Louis finger himself open was not on the list. (15k)

- Sail Your Sea, Meet Your Storm : Louis is thirty, single, and a bit of a workaholic. He’s happy with his life, but then his mother decides to buy him tickets for a Singles Cruise. Appalled that his family thinks he can’t handle his own love life, he steps aboard the ship determined to have a terrible time.That is, of course, until a persistent brunet keeps offering him drinks.The strangers to enemies to friends to pining to lovers fic where Louis is cynical, Harry is charming, and they have seven days to get their shit together. (14k)

- i can be the motor (you’ll be the gasoline) : Harry is a British pop star living in LA. While trying to escape his reality of publicity stunts and record sales, his Harley breaks down. Stranded in the mountains, Harry has no choice but to call for help. And, somehow, a fit tow truck driver with the ocean in his eyes might end up fixing more than just Harry’s bike. (8k)

- It’s Never Enough : “Yeah? What else?” Harry asks anyways. Louis doesn’t know he’s a history professor and Harry doesn’t want to tell him because he doesn’t want to, like, offend him or embarrass him or something. He really, really likes the sound of Louis’ voice and doesn’t want him to stop talking. Ever. “The first attack was led by the Catholics.” Right. “And they just, like, stormed Jerusalem and took over.” Mostly wrong, but Harry just lets him talk, lets him explain (more like make up) everything in the section. (Basically; Harry is a history professor who fancies Louis, the fit bloke that works at his favorite museum. Louis doesn’t know anything about history and he definitely doesn’t know Harry’s a professor. Featuring an awful blind date, some inappropriate grinding in Ancient Rome, and a handful of mishaps.) (12k)

- hear your voice, in the backseat of my car : Louis gracelessly dropped the back of his seat so he could slide himself into the backseat, the fit tight and cramped and almost too warm.  He was unbuttoning his pants when he paused for a moment and took in the sight before him. “Christ.  Look at you.”  Louis stopped and just took in what he was seeing.  He was speechless and a little overwhelmed but very, very ready to see what would happen next.  Louis drives a cab.   Harry needs a ride. (8k)

- Our blood is boiling : “I can’t believe you’re making me this angry when it’s almost midnight and I’m not even drunk. You know what? I could take you down right here, right now—”“You’re red.” Harry interrupts, his lips curving up into a smug grin. “Am I making you red?”Louis purses his lips and absentmindedly brings a hand up to feel his cheek. It’s definitely warm. God, how can he even come back from this? [Louis meets indie singer Harry Styles, otherwise known as the bane of his existence, at a pub.] (6.5k)

- Fire and Ice : Harry really wants to come at the same time as Louis. Or, four times they misfire and the one time they get it right. (10k)

- Like You Hate Me : “You have poor taste for someone with the last name Styles,” he says, turning to show the back of his pants to Harry—the pants Harry had just stitched his name across last night to keep this type of thing from happening again.Of course, he’s accomplished nothing but indirectly making himself pop a stiffy over Louis fucking Tomlinson. (6.5k)

- I Built This Bed For Two (I Built This Bed For Me and You): Harry and Louis broke up after uni and haven’t seen each other since—until they’re roped into doing a Buzzfeed video together. Featuring awkward cuddling and a reunion that just needed a kick in the arse, gleefully provided by Niall. (10k)

- it’s hard to look right at you, baby: Coffee Shop AU where Louis is going through a dry spell, Zayn wants to be a good friend and help Louis find someone, and Harry ends up finding him instead.[or the one where louis is ‘hella fucking gay and desperately single’ and harry wants to change that last part.] (14k)

- Take Me To Your Heart  : Harry blinked at him for a second, and shit, they made eye contact. “Never gonna give, never gonna give…” the man sang, pointing at Harry to sing the next line. “Come on, curly!” Harry wasn’t sure whether or not to indulge him. He just wanted to go back to sleep, but he knew from experience that sometimes, ignoring lively drunks did not make the problem go away. “Give you up.” Harry replied, before laying his head back against the window and closing his eyes. “Yeah!” The man cried, and to Harry’s despair he sat down next to him. “Had a good night?” “I’ve been working.” Harry mumbled, eyes still closed. “Oh. I’ve got a few days off at the moment, so just been out with my mates. I’m Louis, by the way.” — London Night Bus AU where all Harry wants to do is sleep, but he has a drunk man singing at him. (6k)

- Taste of a Poison Paradise : Louis notices Harry’s mouth right away. (10k)

- Forget Your Ex :  He just had to get right back on the horse, that’s what Harry kept telling himself. It was what Nick had told him he should do too, because after all, wasn’t that the way to get over someone; to get under someone else? Sayings like that had to exist for a reason… When Harry’s boyfriend of two years leaves him for someone else, it’s fair to say he’s rather a bit upset, but his friends have a solution for him. Nick and Niall are hosting a start of term house party at their flat, having invited everyone they know from uni. Who knows, with a bit of luck Harry can find a rebound shag and finally forget his ex… (9k)

- I know that it’s complicated, but I’m a loser in love so baby : Harry is smart, but when he talks he sounds like a blithering idiot, so he stays in the back and bakes cakes. Louis is bubbly and wonderful, he is eccentric and sees past Harry’s speech impediment. And when they are in bed Harry surprises both of them with his dirty talk. Woo! (14k)

- once like a spark : Louis is a bartender, and Harry is just his type.  "Can I get you anything else?“ Louis asks and shimmies his hips along to the beat of the music. Zayn is giving him a look from the other end of the bar, frowning slightly at the line of people waiting to get a drink. Louis rolls his eyes and shrugs and turns his attention back to the boy, who ruffles his fringe and gives Louis a little lopsided grin. (7k)

- as deep as the sky: A passed-out omega on the bathroom floor isn’t exactly what Harry had in mind when he thought about taking a cute boy home. The idea of leaving Louis there, vulnerable and unresponsive, weighs guiltily at Harry’s conscience. Turns out it’s the best decision he’ll ever make. (12k)

- Unraveling : Harry sat there with his head in his hands trying to figure out why he knew these types of things. He thought over the past few weeks, how he’d just known at certain times what Louis had been thinking or feeling, needing or wanting and it didn’t make sense to him. Until he had the wild thought, “Can I read Louis’s mind?” (10k)

- Rated R       : Louis gifts Harry with a surprise sex tape, and it accidentally makes its way into Harry’s family Christmas party. Ridiculousness ensues. (7k)

- Worlds Away: prompt:  astronaut au fic where Louis is staying on the international space station and Harry is on earth working ground control and he and Louis have really quiet late night chats after most of the workers are gone and get to know each other in the biggest long distance relationship u could ever have…then eventually Louis comes back to earth and they have a beautiful meeting (7k)

- Talk Dirty When You Talk To Me  : After a night out with Stan, Louis gets a dirty text message from a unknown number. Thinking its his best friend he replies. It turns out to be a boy named Harry. An experience Louis’ never had before happens after a heated discussion with said boy. (8k)(TW for cheating)

- if i had the chance, the things i would do to you : Niall sighs. He leans forward, pushing his mug of tea carefully to the side, before bracing his elbows on the table, chin in his hands. It makes him look like some sort of bottle-blonde cherub. “You have quite the fanbase, Harry. I’m not denying that. And you’ve done a good job of popping out every once in a while in the past two years, just to make sure you’re still talked about. But that’s all you’ve done, and I’m not satisfied. I want more.” He blinks at Harry. “Don’t you want more?”(Or: AU where Harry and Louis compete in the Lip Sync Battle) (15k)

- This Road Leads Where Your Heart Is : Alright, so Louis has a bit of a type is the thing.  And as fit as his supermodel flatmate (Harry) may be, he isn’t what Louis is looking for in a potential partner.  That’s all.  He’s not Louis’ type, with his miles of lanky limbs and his bright, boyish eyes.  His impossibly tight, little body and infectious laughter are not what Louis wants.  They’re not.  Really. (14k)

- zipping across the stars : One Direction consists of five people; Louis, Zayn, Niall, Liam, and Gemma. When the band preforms at Wembley Stadium the boys are introduced to Gemma’s younger brother Harry.Louis wishes he had known that before he threw himself at the boy for six hours but he can’t stop now can he? (10k)

- Rather this than live without you : Harry decides to give it all up. Louis refuses to be left behind. (11k)

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Part 11 of Sonas/Happiness.

Hi everyone, I am so sorry that this has been so long coming. I came to a bit of a cross-road in the story and wasn’t sure how to continue so I left it alone for a little while but now I have found the thread again. In this chapter we first jump forward and then lean backward in time and this is how it will likely continue for a couple of chapters at least and through Brianna’s perspective. 

I really hope you will enjoy it and thank you all so much for your kindness and your patience.

Han xxx

My Introduction to My Father and Re-Learning My Mother by Brianna Ellen Randall Fraser Mackenzie


I couldn’t say for sure exactly when I began to feel like a Fraser. Da made me feel as welcome as he could from the very beginning, as did all of the Murray clan, and Mama of course, but my intrinsic willingness to be included did not kick in immediately.

I was, for want of a better word, overwhelmed.

I’d had plenty of time to come to terms with Jamie and the tale of his love for my mother, and her love for him which was, to me anyway, more important. Mama’s love for Jamie Fraser was what rocked my world and threatened to tip everything into a void of self-doubt and bitterness.

Seeing them together though … I understood it. I saw the way she touched his hand as she passed by him and the way his hand lighted on her hip as they walked together. I noticed the way her eyes sought his at the dinner table and the way he smiled at her, a little lift of the corner of his mouth that was warm and certain. In all these ways and more they each said ‘I love you’ perhaps a hundred times a day.

I had never heard Mama say ‘I love you’ to Daddy. Nor had I seen her offer the words in tiny, silent acts of adoration as she did with Jamie. I had seen her write it in birthday cards and on Christmas gift tags though and as a kid, I had thought that was proof enough. I had been wrong and that knowledge had made me fear that I was wrong about the way she loved me too.

Funnily enough it was Jamie who bridged that void too. I saw myself, my existence, through his eyes. I saw how he adored my presence and how he marvelled at various things I did. It was a bit much really, to go from being a beloved daughter to being an flaunted treasure but what made it a pleasure was seeing Mama’s reaction to his joy.

She urged me forward and shared in his happiness in a way that I had never known her to do. Her pride in me was so obvious that I began to worry I would simply never live up to it…


Roger’s head popped round the study door and Bree jolted in her seat, her fingers skittering across the page smudging half dried dotted ‘I’s and dashes of ‘t’s.

“Ach! Sorry love!”

Roger bit his lip abashedly, noting the streaks of ink, as he made his way in carrying a tray of coffee and gingernut biscuits.

“No problem, what is a dirty page in the face of such service?”

Bree grinned up at him, stretching her hands above her head and rolling her neck from side to side.

“How is the draft coming along?”

“Better. I feel like I’m finally saying what I want to say about them. About how they were together.”

“How they still are!”

Roger grinned and Bree nodded, snorting.

“Yes, though if Da tramps mud in through the house again Mama might kill him. You know how protective she is of the new rug.”

“Aye, but in your Da’s defence he was just trying to catch Mandy before she could carry the wee frog too far into the house and claim it to be a pet.”

Bree laughed and bit into one of the freshly baked biscuits sighing in pleasure.

“Did Aunt Jenny make these?”

“Aye, the main batch was to decorate the cake for Robbie’s birthday, these are the overspills.”

“I can’t believe my baby brother is about to turn sixteen! And take his first voyage too!”

Bree sighed and shook her head. Roger grinned and bent to place a kiss on the top of her hair.

“Ye should see the state of your mother, she’s cried twice today already and your Da hasn’t even brought the trunk down from the loft yet.”

“Poor Mama. I should go and distract her with something.”

“Unless you intend to help her bind the laddie’s hands and feet and bolt the doors and windows of his room to stop him leaving, I doubt you’ll find her easy to distract.”

Bree smiled in a distracted fashion and closed her eyes as Roger’s hands settled on her shoulders massaging lightly, giving herself over to the sensation and relaxing beneath his gentle fingers.

She let the motion loll her and carry her back through the years, across acres of memory to a time that seemed so desperately long ago and yet also so close that she could still feel the press of her brother’s heel against the palm of her hand, flat against their mother’s belly.

They had been sat in the kitchen, mere minutes after she had met their father for the first time, when Claire had gasped and beamed at them both in delight, gripping first Jamie’s hand and then Brianna’s and pressing their palms to her middle.

Bree remembered the awed look upon her father’s face, his eyes wide and almost disbelieving as the baby turned and stretched, pressing fists, feet and bottom against their hands. She had felt almost like an intruder on their moment, the moment that Jamie had never had with her, both parents feeling the proof of their love. She had begun to move her hand away, intending to leave them be, but Jamie had caught her fingers gently within his free hand

“Stay, Brianna. If ye dinna mind doing so.”

“Sure … I mean … If you want me to…”

“Aye, I do.”

“We both do.”

Her Mama had reached out and cupped her cheek so lightly that Bree had to look to make sure she was not imagining the touch. Her mother’s other hand had settled over Jamie’s, resting against her belly, connecting the four of them physically in a pose that was as symbolic of family as any that had ever been known.

Over the weeks that had followed, she and Jamie came to know each other. It made her smile still to think of the first awkward attempts at working side by side, hesitant and overly polite, neither wanting to spoil the sweet bubble of domesticity that had formed around them.

She had been eager to show her knowledge of guns, horses, and woodwork whilst he had been very happy to listen, encourage, and advise where necessary, but always with a studious respect of the newness of their acquaintance.

It had been a loose rock that had finally bridged the formality. She had been stepping out of the creek, barefoot from laying nets for trout, when the stone she stood on rolled out beneath her, turning her ankle sharply.

The joint had swollen instantly, Jamie’s quick thinking to remove her boot had stopped it needing to be cut off later as within minutes it was three times its usual size.

Jamie had carefully taken her foot into his lap and ever so gently turned it this way and that, biting his own lip at Brianna’s pained gasps.

“I dinna think it is broken but we should get ye back to the house, lass.”

Jamie was still hunkered down on his haunches before her, his brows knotted in sympathy and Bree slapped the ground in frustration,

“Yeah, you’re probably right. It really hurts.”

She had felt foolishly embarrassed, as if she was fussing about a little bump.

“Aye, no doubt. Let me get the bags and I’ll carry ye.”

“Oh! No, Da, really. I can walk.”

She had blushed furiously and struggled to stand, only succeeding in putting a fraction of her weight on the foot before crying out in pain and staggering into his waiting arms.

“Nonsense. Ye can barely stand.”

Jamie had smiled, steadying her and retrieving her boot from the ground.

“Bide here a moment, Bree. Can ye balance? Good.”

Bree had done as he said, wobbly slightly, most of her weight on the uninjured foot as she watched him gather the spare nets and poles, moving with that particular grace and elegance that she longed to capture in lines of charcoal and paint but had not yet built the courage to ask.

“Right, wrap ye arm around my neck, mo chridhe.”

“Da, are ye sure you can … I mean … I’m nearly the same size as you!”

Jamie had snorted at that and held his hand out before her face, long fingers spread wide and cocked an eyebrow in friendly challenge. Bree had placed her own hand against his and laughed at the size difference. Yes, she was big, but the startlingly obvious truth was that he was considerably bigger.

“I think I’ll manage, eh? Now, take a hold of me.”

Bree had done as he asked and besides a small grunt of effort as he had boosted her into his arms, her Da had shown no other visible signs of strain.

She had been amazed at the ease with which he carried her, she had known he was strong but even after nearly two miles his breathing wasn’t laboured and his stride was wide and even, careful not to jostle her and she felt safer in his arms than she had ever expected to feel.

Bree had found herself wondering what it might have been like to have been raised by this man, to have been lifted with familiar ease and sheltered by him from her first breath. With her wondering came a sense of absolute certainty that had she grown up with him, Jamie Fraser would have held her and carried her, supported her and tended to her injuries when they occurred with the same natural affection that he displayed now. She would never have had to feel vulnerable or ashamed. 

Normally any such thought caused a stab of guilt over the Daddy she had lost but now, she merely felt a gentle pull of hope for the future, hope that she would come to know her father well enough that the need for imagining would cease and be replaced with more certainties like this one.

They arrived at Lallybroch within half an hour and as they made their way toward the front door, a low, rising scream reached their ears. Before either of them could react, Jenny’s face appeared at the window and she yelled

“Claire’s having the baby!”


To be continued ….

Zombie Apocalypse AU


Preface: It’s the 1940s, Gridewald’s gaining influence and the World Wars are creating weapons and conflict in both the muggle and wizarding world. Amidst all the desperate inventions and technology, muggles – those in power, aware of magic’s existence – are finding a way to defend against wizards. What started with Chamberlain fast-tracked under Churchill… only to abate along with the wars.

“The Project” is revisited by the early 1980s as a new magical threat – Voldemort – takes form. Twice threatened within a century, muggle governments keep a permanent eye on handicapping Wizards with the sudden reminder that they can be a more threatening form of human. Research and Development continues, silent and deep, even after the threat is abruptly eliminated in 1981.

When Fudge meets with the muggle Prime Minister, all but admitting he’s been ousted for incompetence, with the knowledge that this Voldemort is coming back, and that terror upon muggles will be renewed…the muggle Prime Minister decides then and there that THIS TIME nonmagicals weren’t going to be another mass grave.. They would not be victims, nor perceived as such. Magic had to be dismantled. The Project is pulled up from underground and presented to the right channels to fast-track it into action.

Fast forward near the end of Harry’s sixth year, where, on the deep political muggle-end of things, a red button is pushed. A year of watching families attacked, disappear, a hearty remind of what wizards are capable of, quiets the majority of nay-sayers to this Project.

The Project is unleashed… perhaps prematurely. Well-tested (though, not thoroughly enough for some) radioactive energy intended to create polarizing waves upon contact with magic. Ideally, when a human manifests magic, there are explosive, adverse effects. It’s released it into the very air to step on the throats of wizards, no matter what sort of magic they intended to preform. Any focal of magic (be it wand, wave, or broom) is explosive.

It was muggle advancement and science at its finest. And, like all human creations, its prone to human error, and the prolonged exposure to what could basically be classified as biochemical warfare incited a goddamn zombie apocalypse.

Basically, the second wizarding war is halted in its tracks thanks to a third player they never saw coming: muggle science. And, in its place, came a zombie apocalypse where wizards now have to survive without magic, because they may literally explode if they try to use it.

So we have Harry (and I can picture this opening scene so clearly) – we have Harry coming back from school… Dumbledore’s dead. He has a head full of horrible Voldemort-knowledge, a secret plan to run off with his friends and abandon his studies, and the weight of this war and horcruxes on his shoulders.

Less than a fortnight into the summer and the only news he’s getting at first is odd, odd sickness on the muggle telly and no wizarding post. There’s stories of self combustion on the news. Then cannibalism. Just a couple, at first. Very weird. Enough for Harry to wonder if it’s Inferi or some sort that have been let loose (cannibalism? Really?).

Halfway through the third week of summer vacation, it comes straight to Privet Drive.

Harry almost uses magic but he feels wrong when he tries. He grips his wand and there’s an ill-boding vibration. He receives a letter from Hermione, Hedwig returning—finally—after his inquiries over what’s going on in the wizarding world (and if the bloody Order stopped his post for some reason, so help him…)

What he gets instead of excuses is a DESPERATE warning not to use magic.

That wizards are dying, and its naught to do with Voldemort. That there’s chaos in the wizarding world beyond the war. That they should try and get to St. Catchpole, to reconvene with the Weasleys.

Voldemort remains a quiet mystery for awhile, because as Harry’s reading Hermione’s letter, chillingly remembering the “self-combustions” mentioned on the muggle telly, he hears a scream.

He stumbles down the stairs as his Aunt runs inside, from Mrs. Across the Street’s tea party, clutching her neck, claiming Margaret attacked her. Attacked all of them. They had to relocate their tea to Margaret’s house, you see, as she was feeling under-the-weather and they were SUCH accommodating friends. Margaret was feeling particularly ill, went to the bathroom, and returned, half an hour later, only to chomp down on Mrs. Linden’s collar with not a word uttered.

Vernon’s still at work. Dudley’s shrieking. Harry’s shoving his aunt in a chair and holding a cloth to her neck. He barks at Dudley to take over with the cloth when he sees Mrs. Linden limping across their lawn, blood coated down her clothes.

Dudley follows his line of sight and cries out. Petunia notices too and starts crying again. Harry’s in survival mode and shouting at them to shut up, that he’ll take care of it, Hermione’s haunting words not to use magic ringing in his head.

And, the worst part is, he can feel it — when he’s about to use magic. The ill-boding crackling. It’s a hard instinct to clamp down on, but he’ll have to rely on muggle methods.

As he’s running out the kitchen side door into the garage, Dudley calls out behind him: “You need to take out her head!”

Because it’s DUDELY with all his video games and muggle culture and physical know-how, that understands what’s happening before Harry every does. Harry, who knows of Draugrs and Infirius but still thinks things like Zombies could be mythological until proven otherwise…

When Harry exits the kitchen, kicking the door behind him, Mrs. Linden is clawing at the kitchen windows with unfeeling fingers, his Aunt’s frightened shrieks only serving to stir her attention. So Harry calls to her. She sees him, though her eyes tell a different story, and staggers in his direction, mouth gaping, teeth bared, a large chunk of her neck missing and blood coating her front.

The first thing Harry grabs is a shovel and strikes her. It knocks her back, but it’s not enough. Harry, you see, had been neglecting his health, as had always been a bad habit when he had too much on his mind.

From the corner of his eye, he sees movement. A family across the drive is scrambling into their car, dropping haphazard belongings as mindless figures enclose on them.

His line of sight shows a neighbor eating the gardener. As though sensing an audience, the man looks up, entrails hanging from his mouth, and that pale stare zeroes in on Harry.

Harry’s attention is drawn to the immediate threat when Mrs. Linden lunges at him again. He stumbles, and barely manages to shove her off with the shovel but somewhere in his mind he knows…the shovel’s not going to be an effective weapon for him. Not now. Not in this condition. If only he could get her on the ground and just bash her head in…

But then the other neighbor, the one he made eye-contact with, is coming at him too… So he kicks her back a third time, and glances around the garage, and leaps at something far more accurate – a pair of ice climbing picks his Uncle once bought Dudley for his 14th birthday.

As soon as one’s in hand, Harry swings it around with desperate accuracy and it easily pierces Mrs. Linden’s ear. She drops. By then the other neighbor is stumbling into the garage and Harry’s hardly aware of the rise in screams outside or how silent the inside is, and he uses the icepicks to kill the second zombie. His arms don’t start shaking until after he struggles to get the icepick out of Mr. Montaugh’s head.

That’s when the kitchen side door opens and Dudley comes out, cheeks wet, and for a moment neither he nor Harry speak to each other because they’re both fully aware of what’s currently happening, and what they’ve both had to do, and it doesn’t matter why or how its possible, but that it’s happening.

Harry silently offers Dudley one of the icepicks, and Dudley shakes his head, gives a wobbly, empty chuckle, and says, “That’s not my style in this game”. Then he starts to cry. Really crying, with a bloody hand over his face and great heaving shoulders. Harry awkwardly steps forwards and pats his back, trying not to look through the door behind his cousin’s broad back, where his Aunt is dead—dead by some method Dudley had to employ and would likely never forget.

Eventually, Harry says something about how they have to leave (his mind is still on St. Catchpool and Hermione’s warning and how everyone is faring) and Dudley says he can’t – that his dad is still out there, that they might be safer in the house, that they don’t even have a car at the moment… Dudely firmly believes his father will come home as soon as possible, especially if shit is hitting the fan everywhere, and Harry warns him that this is escalating too quickly, that his father might not make it back in time, that they should find their own transportation…

That’s when an obnoxious red truck jumps the curb, right onto Mrs. Dursley’s pristine lawn.

It’s Malcolm, Dudley’s friend, and he’s swearing up a storm – Shouting at Dudley, that, if he’s okay then they gotta get out, that people are getting violent looking for cars, that everyone’s heading to the country side…

Two more of Dudley’s friends are in the back; they’re screaming about another zombie coming at them. An older woman and a small girl are in the back as well. From what Harry can immediately gather, Malcolm stole his shit-head stepfather’s truck and took off with two buddies from Dudley’s gang. They’re heading to Pierce’s next, and picking up all their friends and friends’ family that they can. Malcolm calls for Dudley to get his mother and get in (probably knowing Mrs. D doesn’t work, assuming she’s in the house). Dudley can barely get out the words so Harry cuts in and explains, “she’s gone”.

THEN things get awkward, because Harry’s like “Dud, this is the best opportunity to survive right now” and he knows this. He knows it in his gut. He’s got experience with survival. It’s, arguably, his one life skill. And Malcolm’s like, “Look mate,” (which is a laugh because he’s never treated Harry as a mate), “there isn’t much room.” To which Dudley decides THEN to be a noble idiot and say “If Harry’s not going I’m not.” And Harry’s just like, “It’s fine, it’s fine!”

So there’s a small tiff, the zombies are encroaching on the truck, and Malcolm’s just breached “Fuck it!” so he starts to go and Harry leaps in front and yells at Dudley to get in the fucking truck.

“What about you?”

It’s almost emotional for the two cousins who had about 1.6 minutes of bonding. “Don’t worry,” Harry insists, “I’m really good at escaping assholes.” (which makes most present feel a bit awkward at the jab) and then he turns to Dudley and offers, “Maybe we’ll see each other again someday. You just gotta survive.” They shake hands and Dudley says, roughly, “yeah, you too.”

And that’s the last they see of each other for the next two years: Dudley in the back of an obnoxious red truck with three members of his former gang, someone’s mother and someone’s little sister…

And Harry, in the street, zombies tripping around him, two ice picks held loosely in his hands.

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Prompt from Phanfic (several months ago whoops): Soulmate AU where the first thing your soulmate says to you is tattooed on you from when you were born. Dan’s could say some kind of scream/growl and Phil’s something along the lines of “jesus on a fucking bicycle” (spooky week) because they first meet in a haunted house that phil is a character/working in.

Dan’s got an unusual soulmate mark that doesn’t make much sense, until he goes to a haunted house one day…

Word Count: 1858

Pairing: Phan

Genre: Funny fluff, Halloween themed, Soulmate AU, getting together

Warnings: swears and haunted house jump scare

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Part 2 can now be found here!

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Fic: Imaginary Friends (Chapter 7)

Title: Imaginary Friends
Summary: Nothing’s AU … except that Dan and Phil have been appearing in each other’s dreams since childhood without realizing it because they’re soulmates. Everything on the outside looks like the reality we’re used to irl.
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 3.7K (this chapter kind of got away from me)
Tags: Soulmates, AU, But Kind of Not AU, Except That There’s Magic, Certainly Not a Typical Soulmates AU, Dreams, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, Pining
Author’s Note: The phandom is in a state of complete chaos as everyone speculates wildly about what announcement will be made on Friday, but … here’s a little chapter of fic amidst the maelstrom of frantic speculation.
Fic also available on AO3 here

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Chapter 7: He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

Martyn decided that Phil had come down with a virus and encouraged him to sleep whenever they had a spare half hour in the schedule. Phil felt guilty worrying his brother over nothing, but he still took advantage of the excuse to hide from everyone as much as possible.

He hadn’t had a shadow dream in a week.

He kept remembering the shadow mouse, how upset he’d been … but he also kept remembering when the shadow had looked like Dan, and how that had made Phil feel like a monster. Like he’d gotten himself a blow-up doll and dressed it up like Dan and had sex with it … like an obsessive pervert. Except even worse than that, because the shadow wasn’t a blow-up doll. The shadow was special, so incredibly special to him. And he’d used the shadow, used him like a blow-up doll, like a disposable sex toy.

He felt like he’d betrayed the two most important people in his life at exactly the same time, by using one as a stand-in for the other.

He kept reminding himself that the shadow wasn’t real, that he couldn’t offend the shadow or hurt the shadow’s feelings or betray the shadow, because the shadow was just a product of his own imagination. But it didn’t feel that way to him.

And the shadow hadn’t come back.

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#SanversWeek Day 7: Soulmate AU

So this was supposed to be a short meet-cute minific no more than 600 words and it is instead the potential start of an entire au that I want to write because god I love this Idea. 

On their 13th birthday they started wearing long sleeves, stopped talking to their best friend, Vicky, about soulmates, started scouring the internet, and got very, very afraid. Alex Danvers, on their 13th birthday learned something they hadn’t ever considered. Their soulmate is either a boy named Margaret Sawyer, or a girl.

Meanwhile 14 year old Maggie Sawyer is staring at everything she owns laying on her front lawn. Her parents are shipping her to Midvale to live with her aunt, because Maggie couldn’t hide those curly letters that make up Alexandra Danvers, forever. Not when she was constantly wanting to trace the letters hidden under her hoodie sleeves.

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All I Need Is You - Chapter 2

Summary: Dan has always been a goody-two-shoes wallflower. He’s never gone out of his comfort zone once in his life, always living in his happy world bubble. Phil is a realist, a punk with an agenda, never one to settle down. When these two troubled souls finally collide, their lives just might change forever.

Paring: Daniel Howell & AmazingPhil
Genres: Teenage!Phan, Drama!AU, Fluff, Smut!
Word Count: 1,693
Warnings: Mentions of illegal drugs (marijuana) and swearing.



“You were looking in there for a while.” He said, going over to the fridge again, setting his drink down on the island where the fall took place. “Do you like sprite, or coke?”

“Cokes fine.”

Phil grabbed a coke can out of the twenty-four pack carton and shut the door, handing me the beverage.

“Thank you.”

“So I’m assuming because of your drink, you’re not a senior?” Phil asked, grabbing his glass cup which I can assume was filled with whiskey. My dad has that occasionally, and I can tell just by the slight caramel color of the liquid.

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•  alright so honestly this relationship is going to be too cute shit wait i need a moment ,,, 

•  the way you met was in a mall while you were taking your younger cousin for a little bonding trip w just the two of you 

• but you just stopped for five  minutes at little burgundy to check out some shoes when the child just suddenly disappears and you’re like hw AT THE FUK C 

• so you’re frantically searching the mall showing strangers a picture of your cousin asking if they’ve seen them and you’re sweating profusely bc thEIR MOM IS GOING TO KILL YOU 

• but suddenly someone tells you that they saw a kid that looked similar to the one in the picture over at the little indoor playground on the other !! side !!!! of the fucking mall !!!!!!!!!! 

• so you’re sprinting over there and guess what sight greeted you 

• your cousin :)) without a care in the world :))) conversing w some dressed up mascot near the ball pit and they seem like they don’t ever want to leave 

• so you’re walking over there and your cousin sees you and prays to god bc this child knOW S they’ll be getting an earful from the whole trip until you reach the house for your weekly sunday family dinners or smth

• so you’re like to the mascot “thanks for looking after them and sorry for being a bother, we’ll be taking our leave” so while you’re walking away and nagging this child abt running off without permission, the mascot was starting towards you in an attempt to say smth

• but some mother and her four year old child approach him for a picture so he’s just watching you disappear into the crowd and is thinking that he’s probably never gonna see you again 

• but WAIT

• it’s gonna be 11 in the evening and you’re in the mood for some instant ramen but there’s none in the cupboard so you’re like agh shit looks like i gotta go get some at the corner store 

• so you went but halfway back to your house after buying your midnight snack, you realized that going out at this time of night was anything BUT a smart idea and the street lights were flickering and no one was on the street and barely any cars were passing by 

• it was scary as fuck so you’re just hoping to jesus and mother mary and the holy spirit that youll get back to your house without a hassle while holding on tight to your ramen bc u can’t spell ramen w/o amen amirite ¬‿¬

• but someone just suddenly taps your shoulder and you’re like shit should i turn around ohymgo d im gonna die tonight rip bye y'all

• but it’s lee seokmin clad in denim jeans, high top converse, and a crew neck sweater 

• hes like “it’s dangerous for a lady to be walking around at this time !!!” and you’re like lmao idek this kid and seokmin being the nice person he is, offers to walk you home 

• you obviously protest at first like yO ive never seen you onCE, how can i trust you to walk me home and how do i know you’re not a serial killer, which seokmin finds is completely reasonable to question bc when some random guy shows up offering to walk you home at 11pm ,,, even he can’t deny it sounds kind of shady 

• but this kid is gonna be honest w you all like “i wasn’t ready for a follow up question so i can’t really answer ,,, but my conscience is just telling me to walk you home ?????” tbh its not a sufficient excuse but you’re tired as fuck and want nothing more than to eat so you’re like lmao good enough 

• it’s a silent trip on the way back but seokmin just decides to pipe up like “that kid w you last Sunday,,, are they your sibling ???" 

• and you’re like what how do you know abt that and it turns out that he was the mascot guy at the mall looking after your cousin 


• but still, you kinda feel bad bc the child was probably annoying the shit out of him while you were on the hunt so you ask if there’s anything you can do to repay him or whatever and he’s like "show up to the ball pits again next time you’re free and bring ur cousin !!!!" 

• when you reach your house, he gives you his number telling you to text him back when you’re good to go and ends off the night w a smile sO bRIGHT YOU NEARLY WENT BLIND HOLY SHIT 

• since you and your cousin live super close, they visit really often even if it’s just for a snack or their internet is down while your wifi’s connection is great 

• but they come over and you’re like "aye the mascot man wants us to come back to the ball pits whenre u free”

• and this kid is like “ahhhh the mascot man ??? he thought you were cute lmao” and you just go fucking red like – 

• so you text seokmin telling him that you’re free next saturday and this boy is literally so excited he adds little smiley faces at like the end of each word 

• "hey, my cousin and i are good for saturday !! is that a good time for you ??“ 

• ” ahh Saturday :DDD sounds good to me :DDD see ya there :DDDDDD"

• you spent all week planning for this okay, you have had an outfit prepared since Tuesday, you saved your paycheck from your job so you could probably treat seokmin and ur third wheeling cousin to ice cream like everything wAS A-OK

• but on the day of, you get a call from your aunt saying that this child suddenly went down w the flu so they can’t go hang out today so you’re like “ah okok s'all good, that means it’s only gonna be me and seokmin then ,,,, wAIT SHIT ITS ONLY GONNA BE ME AND SEOKMIN”

• this has you nervous as fuck but it’s too late to back out now fham, you agreed to meet at 12:30 and it is now 11:45, so rip, u ded, clocking urself out is no longer an option 

• so you head over to the mall and he’s sitting on the bench by the indoor playground and he sees you and greets you w that signature bright as the sun smile and you couldn’t help but internally scream bc he was so !! fucking !!!! cute !!!!!!

• but he’s looking around all like “ahhh, where’s ur cousin so and so ?????” and you just tell him that they’re sick and tbh he’s v concerned like awh man D: tell em i said get better !! 

• but lowkey, he’s slightly happy that it was just the two of you for today bc 1) he doesn’t want ur cousin to feel like a third wheel, 2) he just wants you to himself for the day okay he has developed a crush 

• so you go around yenno, get some food, buy some clothes, talk A LOT and before you know it, it’s already 6 in the evening and you gotta go home awh man it was fun 

• hOWEVER seokmin is like “this was a great trip, lets do it again sometime !!!” and ur like aight but he’s like “not just a hangout thing tho ,,, like ,,, a date —– i mEAN IF YOURE OKAY W IT THO I —" 

• when he gets all flustered, you just internally clutch your heart bc hoNEStly, wHO WOULD SAY NO TO THIS FRAGILE LIL BEAN AWH

• the way he confesses to you is on New Years and he obvs invited you to hang out AGAIN and since your fham wasn’t all gung-ho abt New Years, you were like sure thang lets meet at this place see ya 

• idk why all these aus take place during winter id rather it be spring w cherry blossoms but aNYHOE 

• so you’re maneuvering through a bustling crowd like shit god damn seokmin what were you thinking, i- the crowds ,,,

• you’re calling him on his cell phone all like whERE YOU AT, but you bump into one person and it turns out to none other than leE seoKMIN !!!!! 

• this is gonna be like an anime moment okay where the main protagonists realize that they’re deeply in love or some shit bc he’s standing there in basically the same outfit he wore on the first night you met and you’re also standing there, w your hands stuffed into your pockets, huffing and puffing bc of the busy crowd and he can actually sEE your breath while you deeply exhale and literally the only thought invading his mind at that moment was "shit, you’re god damn beautiful”

• he just takes this as the perfect moment to confess his feelings and while people are chanting the countdown, he just leans in to whisper in your ear, “how would you feel right now if i asked you to be my girlfriend”

• and right afTER HE SAID IT, the New Years fireworks are lit and they illuminate the sky in various colours while people are cheering and doing whatever they do after the clock strikes 12 and you’re just standing there while seokmin awaits your answer and you honestly just hug him and nod yes against his coat and aG H SHIT WAIT I NEED TO SIT DOWN

• he makes a lot of jokes ,,,,,


• probably the very first one he told was having dinner with your family when they finally acknowledged him as your boyfriend

• everything was silent ,,, your mom just kept encouraging everyone stuff like not to be shy, eat to your hearts content, hows the potato salad or smth while your dad is just picking at his food and eyeing seokmin every once in a while

• he sensed how awkward everything was so he was like “guys ,,,, what did the pirate say when he turned 80 ,,,,” and everyone’s like ‘wot’ and you’re like holy shti seokmin pls dONT-

• “aYE MATEY !!11!!1″

• your family loved him after that ,,,, 

• he’s literally the light of your life okay his smile aside, his energy is just contagious and he always wants to keep you motivated so he encourages you a lot to do your best and gets you back on track when you’re studying and get distracted and literally what would you do without lee seokmin

• okay okay so to the cute parts,,,,, kiSSES SHIT I GTG I HVANET EVEN STARTED YET

• not really the type for passionate kisses, unless he wants to fuck around but usually he just gets straight to the point and gives a little peck or smth

• idk what an eskimo kiss is but lets say he does that bc the word eskimo sounds cute and so is seokmin


• maybe a month and a half after you start dating, you are suddenly struck w the realization that you know nothing about him

• yeah you know his birthday, you met some of his friends, and his parents love you but he doesn’t tell you abt his hoBBIES

• so one day you ask him about it on a date while walking through the park like “what do you like”

• he planned on answering smth cute or cheesy like “do you mean who ? bc then i can say you lmao ;)))” but that is embarrassing af and you didn’t really need to clarify yourself for him to properly answer the question

• he was like “well ,,,, i sing ,,,” and you’re literally like ah so you can sing :))) nice :))) ,,,,,,,,


• however, to your convenience :)))) there was some random guy playing guitar on a park bench and you usually dont request for him to do things that he’s not comfortable with but you really ! want !! to hear !!! him sing !!!!! so you’re like go sing w guy on the bench

• you thought he was gonna go protest like “ aHhhhh nOOOooO i couldn’t possibly !!11!1 ./////.”

• but to your surprise, he’s like sure and he sits down beside the guy asking if he can sing along and he starts and shIT IF HIS VOICE IS NOT THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING YOU’VE EVER HEARD IN YOUR LIFE THEN ——-

• seokmin and the guitarist made a good duo so it attracted attention so while he’s there having the time of his life, before he knew it, a whole crowd had gathered around and he’s like ohmy whats this ,,,,, ;)))))

• so after that event that happened in the park, he constantly sings to you whether it be on another date or you’re just hanging around at your houses, but you will actually never let him go a day without having to hear his voice

• when its 3am in the morning and you’re feeling restless, you text him if he’s still awake and to your surprise, he still is

• you ask him why he’s still up but he doesn’t really have a particular reason ,,, however when he asks you why YOURE up, you just answer him saying like you can’t sleep or the movie you watched before bed scared the shit out of you

• so, likewise, this boy offers to SING :))) 

• hes gonna call and even through the phone when you could hear a few cars driving past or drunken voices flooding the background bc of his wild neighbour having another house party through the other end of the line, his voice puts you almost right to sleep and when you’re dozing off and he thinks you’re already asleep, he’s gonna whisper 

• “have a good night, i love you” and he hangs up

• that was the first time he eVER SAID THAT OK AND HONESTly you keep the fact that you heard it a secret bc if seokmin told you that thinking that you were asleep, he obviously didn’t want you to just bLATANTLY mention it but he low-key knew you were still awake and did it on purpose bc he loves you that much shit ok i need to drink some water bye guys


Into The Wild
A/N: So I wrote this just one a whim. I saw the photos of Suga taking photos and was inspired to write this, on top of the fact I made an aesthetic and just wanted to use it. It was originally intended to be longer, but decided to split it into two parts (maybe). I’m honestly a little shit and it’s my first time writing for him and I just have a lot of emotions. But mostly, I just hope you guys enjoy this.
Genre: Suga x Reader
Words: 2169
Disclaimer: As always, any gifs used are not mine and belong to their rightful owners!

You’d stumbled upon each other by happenstance: two wandering souls alone and without a care to breach that loneliness, until you’d stumbled across one another. Awkwardly standing in line at a coffee shop while you listened to him struggle to get out a few words of Dutch through his thick accent. You weren’t much better, but you still offered to step forward and help. The dazed bewilderment that etched itself in surprised lines on his face making you sheepishly tuck a strand of loose hair that’d fallen from your braid. Your cheeks flushing as you realized he was still staring, mouth agape, as the cashier repeatedly asked for the total.

He’d shaken his head; his movements a fumbling mess of scattered hands that searched through a Swiss Army knife array of pockets. A relief look replacing the panic as he finally dug out his money and handed it over. He went to thank you in Dutch, and you replied back in Korean. The simple action earning you another mystified gaze while you gracefully took a step back into the line behind him.

It wasn’t until moments later, when you were wrapped around the warmth of the Styrofoam cup and the privacy of the last corner, that you watched his steady approach. His first steps cautious things that eventually evened out into a leveled confidence that resonated with his first words spoken to you.

“You speak Korean?”


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forest deity gon au word babble

i think for the premise, killua still works as an assassin, or does some sort of like… dark magic or something… also same shitty family situation too

killua is also still like a super prodigy

the world in general is not as technologically advanced as canon, i’d say more like… early 1900′s tech

long post + kinda scatterbrained and poorly written lol

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Bad Music

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

Pairing: Dean x Reader (kind of)
Warnings: maybe some language? Fluff
Request: Could you do a super fluffy high school AU where dean tutors you and you somehow talk about music and he jokingly teases you about your music taste and says it’s bad so he makes you a playlist/mixtape of his songs for “good music”

You had always been a quiet person, you never really had much to say to anyone. You were more of an observer and a thinker. You didn’t have any problems being called on in class or if you had to give a presentation, you just liked the serenity of silence.

Now this didn’t mean that you didn’t talk to anyone, you had friends and could hold a decent conversation, this just meant that you preferred to not talk. Despite your quiet nature, you loved music. You loved to sing and play music, you listened to it, you read it and wrote it. Music was your entire life. There was something in music that was apart of you.

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aphvargay  asked:

Jeaneren, Fake Relationship AU?



“You want me to do WHAT?”

“Look, asshole, it’s not like I want to either. You’re the last person I’d ever ask, but it’s not like I have a choice.”

“Hey, I’d be a little nicer to my boyfriend, if it were me.”

“Dude, shut the fuck up.”

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anonymous asked:

I love the Jamie/Claire modern Glasgow AU. Can you write a story about why they got married so fast? Or just them getting to know each other. Thank you!

Modern Glasgow AU

The skin on his back was so fair that the burn looked much worse than it likely was. She had rubbed him from nape to tail with the aloe gel and helped him into the spare button-down shirt packed in his bag – “Just in case,” he had grinned at her.

Now they faced each other directly, cross-legged, the armrest still up between them. Any sense of awkwardness was long gone. They were three hours into the seven-hour flight – and if he never saw her again, he wanted to cherish every single moment he had with her. Every single moment God had blessed him with.

“You need to get some aloe cream as soon as we land,” she said softly.

He nodded. “Aye. Any particular kind?”

She paused, head down, considering. “Well – ” She hesitated, then drew in a deep breath. “I’ll be on duty tomorrow. You could come by the hospital and I could see to it myself.”

Jamie’s heart, already thundering in his chest, almost stopped. “Ye’d do that for me?” he said in a small voice, so full of promise.

She nodded, shyly. “I feel responsible for what happened to you. It’s the least I can do.”

“Dinna fash yourself,” he said quietly. “I’ve been hurt much worse, and by people much less pretty.”

She blushed prettily and held back a smile, eyes still downcast. Jamie watched her idly twist the diamond around her finger.

“You’re a kind woman,” he said gently. “Wi’ a good touch.”

He paused. What the hell.

“He’s a verra lucky man, your professor.”

She swallowed, and he hoped desperately that he hadn’t crossed a line – that he hadn’t severed the so very fragile connection between them.

He watched her slowly remove the diamond ring and hold it between her thumb and forefinger. “I’m leaving him,” she said softly.

“What?” Jamie said stupidly.

She licked her lips. “I came to New York to surprise him – his sabbatical is for a year, and I haven’t seen him for three months. I didn’t tell him I was coming, so I showed up at his flat without warning. Just in time to see him kiss his research assistant goodbye on the landing.”

Overcome, Jamie reached across the space between them – where their knees nearly touched – and softly, gently took hold of her right hand. He twined their fingers together, hoping she couldn’t feel how badly his hand was shaking.

“I’m so sorry.” And he was.

She nodded absently and gripped his fingers. “I confronted him. He couldn’t deny it, so he told me everything. About how – how he felt we’d grown apart. How I had my own life, separate from his. I decided not to move with him, you know – I fought so hard to rise to my position at the hospital, and I wasn’t going to give that up.” She sniffed. “He didn’t understand – he thought that I could just pack up and find another nursing job in New York. But I couldn’t, and I wouldn’t. So.”

She swallowed. “I didn’t even make it inside the flat. I couldn’t stay. So I hailed a cab, came right back to the airport, and got on the next available flight.”

He reached his other hand to tilt up her chin. Her tear-filled eyes met his.

God, she was beautiful. Trusting him with her vulnerability. It stirred something protective, deep inside him.

Softly, gently he traced her cheekbones with his fingertips.

“I’m sorry. I don’t normally break down, but - I gave him six years of my life. And now it’s all gone,” she whispered, closing her eyes.

She was ashamed. His heart clenched to see it.

He wiped away one tear with the pad of his thumb. And then before he could think, he gathered her into his lap and held her tightly against him, pressing her face into his neck.

She shook silently in his arms, gripping the front of his shirt. His heart surged with feeling. What kind of man would do that to a woman? Do that to this woman? What he wouldn’t give to protect her, to love her in the way she deserved…

So he did the only thing he could – offer her comfort, and whisper his feelings in a language she wouldn’t understand.

Hush, my heart. Be still. No one can harm ye. I’m here,” he murmured over and over in the Gaidhlig.

She sighed deeply. He nuzzled his nose in the clouds of her hair. This was what Heaven must be like, he thought dimly.

“What are you saying?” she said, almost soundlessly, against his neck.

He swallowed. “Ach – just some silly things. Like what my Mam used to say to me when I was a bairn, and needed comfort from her.”

She sniffed. “She must be a remarkable woman.”

Jamie grit his teeth and breathed in deeply. “She’s dead,” he said softly. “My father, too. That’s why I left home.”

She sat up straight, face level with his. Even with smudged mascara and reddened eyes she was so beautiful he almost couldn’t breathe. Slowly she cupped his cheek with her right hand. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered.

He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. “Dinna fash,” he said, voice thick. “I can mind myself.”

“I don’t doubt that. When was the last time you let someone take care of you?”

His heart rose to this throat, a witty rejoinder dying on his lips. He opened his eyes and met hers, squarely. God, how he could lose himself in her…

No. Not while she still wore another man’s ring. He could never do that.

“I let you take care of me, just now,” he said softly. Teasing.

She sighed and shook her head slightly. “You Scots. Bloody effing heroes, the whole lot of you.”

His smile echoed hers.


CS AU Week #3: beloved tropes - a coffee shop/blind date au.


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“Are you serious?”

Mary Margaret looked absolutely sheepish as Emma paced back and forth across the room, holding a crumpled piece of paper in her hand.  She had only seen Emma this angry on two other occasions: when she’d gotten spoiled on the most pivotal episode of Game of Thrones, and when Mary Margaret had made her hot chocolate with salt instead of sugar.  

“I thought it would be good for you, Emma.  You’re always inside–”

“And what’s wrong with that?”  Admittedly, she did spend a lot of time inside. But that was hardly her fault; plenty of her friends passed the time indoors, doing all kinds of things.  But Emma didn’t really have that much of an excuse. The truth of the matter was, she just wasn’t up for social interaction most of the time.  Outings were so… icky.  It was like a debate match, always trying to come up with something else to say while blurting a comment out simultaneously, all while smiling and laughing at the appropriate moments and listening to what the other person was saying.  Conversations in the modern age had been degraded to nothing more than lines on a script.  And dates? Dates were a nightmare.

It was for this specific reason that she was particularly peeved at Mary Margaret for setting her up with dinner for two tonight.  This was the last thing she needed, and the last thing she was looking forward to.

“I’m sorry, Emma, I didn’t mean to upset you.  It’s just that… “ Mary Margaret thought for a moment.  “Okay, how about this.  Just go for five minutes.  If you’re still not interested after that, text me and I’ll come and bail you out. I won’t do it again.  But you have to give it a shot for those five minutes.”

It wasn’t the ideal way to spend her Friday night, especially considering the extensive list of television shows she was planning to binge, but she would humor her mother at least for that long.  “Fine. But just five.  No more.  Promise?”

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Like Oil and Some Vinegar

Summary: College Roommate AU where Oliver and Connor couldn’t be more any more different, but somehow they’re able to make it work.
Prompt: “not a detailed prompt, but college roommates au!!!!!!”
Pairing(s): Connor/Oliver
Word Count: 3407
Rating: General Audiences
A/N: Bonnie’s prompt! Here it is.


Day 1:

Connor’s father doesn’t say goodbye when he drops him off to his dorm building. That doesn’t matter though. It would have been awkward and stilted, seeing as Connor doesn’t recall ever receiving affection from him.

He’s used to it by now.

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Gravity || Chapter Sixteen

Title: Gravity (Part 17/?)
Rating: K+
Summary: —AU, all human— Awkward new boy John Noble isn’t expecting much out of his new school — and his lack of expectations are fulfilled when he’s targeted by a bully on the first day. What takes him by surprise is pretty, popular Rose Tyler coming to his rescue.
Characters: Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler

*****WARNING: Mention of abuse*****

NOTE: The first thirteen chapters of this story are posted on my Metacrisis roleplaying account. I promise I’m not stealing or plagiarizing or anything. It’s still the same human being posting the story, just on a different blog.

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“Look who’s home,” Donna teased as John finally walked in, a little after ten. “Did you have fun with Rose?”

He didn’t answer, didn’t give any indication he had even heard Donna — he simply went upstairs. Donna raised an eyebrow, hurrying to follow. She found him with his face buried in his pillow.

“What’s with you?”

He answer was slightly muffled. “I kissed Rose.”


“Keep it down!” Sylvia called from the kitchen. She was mostly ignored.

“God I can’t leave you two alone, can I?”

“Shut up.”

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