there is just something that niggles

sometimes you don’t listen to your past self and it ends badly and your wife is going to give you shit about this forever after you remember her:

alternate title: it wasnt sexual tension you idiots

or: cursed au. blame it on discord. dont worry about it!

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So the guy at the tavern isn’t Taako’s type. Not at all. First of all: the denim. Second of all: the mullet. Taako prides himself on good taste. This man? Looks like he rolled out of a fantasy costco. This guy’s like, someone’s dad. Someone’s rowdy dad. But sometimes you just end up talking with people, and they turn out to be… chill. This guy — Bluejeans — is chill. He has a nice laugh, and a nice smile, and something about him feels real fucking familiar. Taako’s been on the run for two months. He could use a little familiar.

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The coin’s been whispering in Barry’s ear the entire night, and by whispering, he means shouting.

DON’T SLEEP WITH HIM, it yells. I KNOW HE’S HOT BUT YOU CAN’T HIT ON THIS SPECIFIC ELF.

Barry wishes that the coin was more like a stone of farspeech than a pre-recorded message. Why can’t he hit on this guy? Specifically this guy? What does his past self have against this guy? The guy — Taako, no last name — is, well, he’s kind of out of Barry’s league, actually.

YOU WILL REGRET IT IF YOU SLEEP WITH HIM, the coin emphasizes. DEATH WILL BE SMALL POTATOES COMPARED TO THE OUTCOME OF THIS!

Barry’s been wandering around from old battleground to battleground, weird artifact store to creepy auction house, he’s been living in a cave. The coin promises him the memory of a love that means everything to him. The coin also warns him against visiting the second moon. It’s more reliable in some ways than others.

Taako is hot, and funny, and something about him feels right. Feels like a lessening of the niggling absence in his chest.

Ah, fuck it.

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Everything up until the sex is fantastic. And then… well, after its over they’re lying in bed and there’s just, a really weird vibe in the room. Weirder than normal after a hookup.

“So, uh,” Taako says.

“Yeah,” Barry says. “Yeah, no.”

“Not that you’re not pretty cool, or whatever—”

“No, yeah, no, you were fine, you were great it’s just—”

“Yeah,” Taako agrees, sitting up. “Yeah. Alright, I’m gonna leave before this gets weirder, see you round, cowboy.”

“It was nice meeting you,” Barry says, and winces, because god, who tells someone that after they fuck. Fortunately, Taako laughs.

“You too, my man. I’ll hit you up if I’m ever passing through.”

He closes the door behind him before Barry can tell him that Barry’s not going to be in town much longer. He’s is left lying in bed in his rented room. The coin is silent.

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Muggle or Not

Originally posted by fallingforamalfoy

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Muggleborn!Reader

Content/Warnings: angst; fluff

Words: 1265

A/N: I just chose a random, not-Slytherin house for this fic. Draco may be a little OOC here, but I tried to write him knowing the possibility that his soulmate might be a muggle. This was a request from @alexisbeck23 for 9. Anything you draw/write on your own skin appears on your soulmate’s.


Compared to other people, your skin was starkly empty. There was a time when your skin would be covered in words you and your soulmate had written back and forth to each other. It was usually from after the two of you had just learned to write, your small arms and legs decorated with the messy handwriting of two six-year-olds. As you got older, your soulmate wrote less, saying that his father disapproved of the ink that often coated most of his body. Still, the two of you often communicated - you just made sure to use marker that washed off easily.

You had always gotten the sense that your soulmate was a little odd, from the strange comments he had tended to make over the years, though by far the oddest was one he had asked when you were around eight years old. ‘Are you a muggle?’ His surprisingly neat handwriting asked. You furrowed your brows, staring confusedly down at the unfamiliar word.

‘What’s a muggle?’ You wrote in response, your handwriting a little less neat that his.

Letters appeared under your question almost as soon as you had finished writing it. ‘Nothing. It’s not important.’ He never brought it up again, but you were still stuck with the niggling thought that no matter what he said, it really was something important.

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Honestly I dont think folk talk about the real fear disabled people have when it comes to work. Like I know people are going to read that and make a moralistic judgement about it, but its true. I’ve only ever really discussed it once, at a support group, and we identified two main reasons. First, the fear work exhausting you, and thus spending all of your time not working desperately trying to recover from it, while not having any spoons left to do things like wash or cook for yourself of clean, let alone actually have any kind of life outside work. And because we know ourselves, we know thats setting us up for a breaking point where we will inevitably crash because living like that isn’t sustainable. And the second main fear was of being trapped in a workplace where if something did go wrong, you would be allowed the space to take care of yourself and recover, let alone expect any support. 

I was on the phone to my dad the other day talking about applying for jobs and he said “just remember, the worst thing they can do is say no” and I’ve had this niggling feeling ever since that really, I find job hunting so hard because what I’m actually afraid of is that they’ll say yes. 

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@ciphernetics did a very very good thing and came up with the best AU idea ever.

I ruined it. Enjoy the ruining.


“David?”

He glanced up, his eyes widening. “Yes, Nikki?”

She was one of the only campers left waiting at the pick-up spot, having wandered away from Max to explore a mysterious rustling from the bushes. (This, it turned out, was a squirrel; Quartermaster seemed more than capable of sorting it out and had pulled her away from the animal by her overalls.) But … Well, David had to admit that he’d been so worried about Max being lonely or upset about the summer ending that he’d almost forgotten about the adventurous young camper. So it was with no small amount of guilt that he met her  eyes, watching anxiously as she scuffed her toes along the ground and glanced over her shoulder at Sleepy Peak Peak.

“Well, uh … I think my parents aren’t coming?”

David sprang to his feet, leaving Max to continue drawing in the dirt and ignoring him. “Don’t be silly! It’s only noon, after all! And Max is still here,” he added, gesturing at him.

Max looked from David to Nikki, something almost like concern in his expression. “David, are you being fucking stupid again?” He stood, pouring as much resentment into the motion as possible. “What’s up, Nik?”

She shrugged, stuffing her hands in her pockets. “It’s just that Mom said Dad was picking me up yesterday because of his Sunday Golf Tournaments, and he didn’t. So …”

“What?!” David tried to keep his voice calm, but he couldn’t help wincing as it leapt up to what Gwen called “dog-whistle levels.” “Wh … why didn’t you tell us that, Nikki?” As a matter of fact, why hadn’t her parents told them that? They were in charge, after all!

“I was gonna, but then Max and Neil decided to try and blow up the Supply Shed and that sounded like more fun!”

Oh, dear. David whipped out his phone and sent a quick text to Quartermaster and Gwen: ‘stay away from the supply shed might be dangerous’ Then he narrowed his eyes at the two of them, putting his hands on his hips. “Now, kids, that was very irresponsible of you –”

“Yeah yeah,” Max interrupted, rolling his eyes. “How about you just do your goddamn job and figure out where Nikki’s parents are?”

Oh. Of course, that made sense. “R-right. Thanks, Max!”

“Fucking idiot.”

He had all the campers’ parents saved in his contacts for easy access, just in case. So he didn’t have to leave their side as he looked up Mariana Zuckerman’s number and listened to the line ring.

And ring.

And ring.

Finally there was a tiny click. “You’ve reached 555-0175. Dr. Zuckerman isn’t available right now, so please leave a message at the –”

He snapped the phone shut, shaking his head. “No worries,” he chirped to the kids; Nikki was watching a line of ants travel through the grass, but Max’s eyes were trained on him, tiny pinpricks of searing turquoise. “We’ll just try Mr. Sherwood then …”

Nikki’s dad didn’t pick up, either.

That was … well, of course it wasn’t troubling, David wouldn’t jump to conclusions so quickly! But he would have to give her parents a friendly reminder that it was important to have their phones on them at all times. 

Then again, maybe they were driving. That made sense.

“Why didn’t they pick up?” Max demanded, startling David out of his thoughts and nearly making him drop the phone.

“Oh, I’m sure they’re on their way!”

He just stared for a few long moments. Then turned with a heavy sigh, shaking his head. “I’m gonna go find Gwen.”

“Max, don’t –” But it was too late; faster than he’d ever seen the boy move, Max was trotting across the small grassy clearing that served as Camp Campbell’s pick-up spot, over to where Gwen had her nose buried in a magazine about … something or other, he didn’t really understand most of what she read.

Maybe Max had the right idea, though. Gwen would know what to do, even if she was a bit of a worrywart. He straightened, feeling better already as he tried dialing Nikki’s mother again. There was no point in panicking, which meant he’d just ignore the niggling worming sickness in his stomach until it went away.

That usually worked.

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ALRIGHTY THATS A LAME BANNER BUT ITS OKAY BECAUSE YA GURL IS COMIN AT YOU WITH FIC RECS !!!!!!

since this is the first time i’m doing these i’m just gonna toss some of my favorite fics EVER into the air,, enjoy and please please please send me asks with fics you like / types of fics you’d like me to rec / etc. anyways,, here goes !

i. escapade 

mature | 146k | h&l, ziall

in the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for louis tomlinson. he’s rich. he’s handsome. he’s reasonably well behaved. but when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.

ii. young and beautiful

mature | 227k | h&l, ziam

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.

iii. wild and unruly

explicit | 123k | h&l

harry is a cowboy sitting on the biggest oil reservoir in wyoming, and louis is the paralegal assigned to pressure him into selling his land.

iv. swim in the smoke

explicit | 101k |  h&l

“what about this, captain?” liam asks, nudging the boy kneeling between their feet with the toe of his boot. the boy hisses and swipes at him, slurring out something unintelligible around the makeshift gag niall had to stuff in his mouth. he misses by a mile and tries again, just as ineffectively.

harry looks down at him, at the way the sun streams over his face and shoulders, at the way the gag stretches his mouth, lips pink and chapped. he’s lithe and pretty, smudged all over with dirt. they had found him tied up below deck, mostly unconscious, next to a barrel full of gold. he’s clearly a prisoner, but there’s something familiar about him, something that niggles at harry’s brain. something he can’t quite put his finger on.

“put him in my cabin,” harry decides, turning back to deal with the rest of the loot. the boy screams out jumbled curse words at harry’s back, muffled by the gag, and harry can’t understand any of it.

v. strawberry milk fic

explicit | 333k | h&l, ziam

“so here’s the thing,” he starts. “i didn’t mean what i said a few weeks ago to like, hurt your feelings or anything. if you like painting your nails, then you should do that, and not like, care if anyone else doesn’t like it because their opinions shouldn’t matter, you know?” louis takes a breath, finally glancing over to see the boy wide-eyed and pink-cheeked. on a whim, he adds, “and like, i noticed you scraping it off and you haven’t been wearing any and i think you should because that’s what you like.”

or an au where harry paints his nails and drinks strawberry milk and is too nervous for it to be nothing and louis’ just trying to figure out whats wrong with him

vi. amazing sin

explicit | 56k | h&l, lilo, haylor

gears started turning in louis’ head. purely mischievous gears that had louis formulating a revenge plan against taylor. he’d had enough of sitting around and taking it. If she was going to call him a whore, then fine, he’ll act like one for real. “i’m going to say something, and as my friends you are obligated to love me anyway.”

“this can’t be good,” niall said, zayn just groaned.

“so I know we have this strict ‘no lashing back at taylor’ rule with me, but what if I can get press revenge a different way?” louis asked. he wasn’t expecting an answer, because they knew by now to just go with it. “what if I stole her boyfriend?”

or, the story of louis ‘steal your man’ tomlinson.

vii. your mess is mine

mature | 202k | h&l

louis is the father to the most brilliant little boy in the world who is all louis really needs, or at least that’s what he tells himself. harry is a gorgeous boybander fresh off a two year break and a massive scandal that’s left him a little broken and more than ready to move on.

they fall in love.

viii. the dead of july

mature | 117k | h&l

being an avenger means continuing to be captain america and smiling and being honorable for the public and harry does his best. but it doesn’t give him time to figure out who he is supposed to be once he takes off his uniform and puts the shield to the side. just being harry had always involved louis, and harry fears he doesn’t know how to exist without him.

or: harry is captain america, and louis’ been dead for 70 years.

ix. unbelievers

explicit | 136k | h&l

it’s louis’ senior year, and he’s dead set on doing it right. however, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he’s also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. mortal enemies “with benefits” was not exactly the plan.

or: the one where louis and harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything.

x. and then a bit

explicit | 158k | h&l, narbara, zerrie

“we’d like to give the fans what they want.” magee states, placing his hand on the table in front of him and leaning forward. “we want to give them larry stylinson.”

or, take a parallel universe where louis and harry were never together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a modest! employee with a good idea. add a squeeze of pretending to be a couple, lots of kisses and a tattoo or two. stir. serve: the mother of all publicity stunts.

(aka harry and louis fake a relationship for publicity. eventually it becomes a lot less fake and a lot more real.)

xi. with a whimper

mature | 132k | h&l

the man grips his arm tightly. “you’re not going to say anything.” it’s not a question.

louis shakes his head, his body twitching.

“fine,” large green eyes survey him before letting go. “it’s cold. take this. wear it.”

louis can’t help another flinch as the man’s long scarf is wrapped around his tender neck, it’s still warm. he touches the soft material. “thank you.”

the man bears his teeth. “don’t thank me. don’t ever thank me.”

dystopian au. louis has been alone for too long to remember how not to be, and harry has too much to worry about to deal with a scrawny, wild, stranger.

xii. here in the afterglow

not rated | 88k | h&l

“if you hadn’t noticed, i don’t have many friends,” louis whispers, the blossom of insecurity in his stomach unfurling and clawing its way into his throat.

harry is silent for a long time, and then he speaks; a soft, slow uncurl that makes louis’ stomach shake. “i’ll be your friend.”

1970’s au. in a tiny town in idaho, louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.

xiii. atlas at last

mature | 93k | h&l

he doesn’t know what he had been expecting out of the road trip itself besides burping contests and too much shitty gas station food with oli and stan, but in the brief moment before harry ambles up his driveway, louis idly wonders if this is about to become some sort of gay coming of age story.

maine to california in ten days. in which zayn’s an open-shirt hippie they meet somewhere in ohio, liam’s the pastor’s son running away from home, and niall’s the number they call on the bathroom wall.

it’s 1978. harry and louis are just trying to get to san fran in time for the queen concert.

xiv. you watched me sink

explicit | 38k | h&l

they’ve discussed it a few times - the boyfriend thing. it’s not like it’s some forbidden, horrific, abandon hope all ye who talk about furthering the relationship sort of subject. they’re mature adults. they’re in tune with their feelings, their hearts’ desires, the way those butterflies swoop in their bellies whenever they so much as hold each other’s hands. they like each other. a lot. it’s mutual, they know. but for now, they’re just content to enjoy the simplicity of what they have, and what they have is great.

when dating in secret stops being enough, then they’ll discuss that too.

or, the one where harry teaches sex ed and sneaks around with the drama teacher, and doesn’t realize how out of tune he is with his true feelings until everyone else figures it out for him.

xv. wear it like a crown

explicit | 141k | h&l, ziam

au. as part of a team of fixers hired to handle a gay scandal in buckingham palace, louis expects prince harry to be a lot of things—most notably a royally spoilt brat. never mind that the very same prince harry used to star in quite a number of louis’ teenage fantasies.

hope you enjoy these and i’ll be back next month !!!!

Something to Get Up For

Summary: The panicked, heart racing moments following Neil’s abduction to Baltimore, as told by a deteriorating Andrew. (Neil/Andrew)

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: swearing! mentions of abuse! scars! like. it’s tfc honestly >_>

A/N: I know this has been beautifully fleshed out before, but I couldn’t get it out of my head, and I am as obsessed as I am stymied with the workings of Andrew’s mind.

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some of my theories for season 3:

idk how right these are but based on what I saw in s2—

  • I think Kali and her gang are gonna come back in to the story in some kind of way—or maybe not even all of them, maybe just Kali, based on how episode 7 ended.
  • since all of the numbers 1-7 and 9-10 are totally unknown, I’m sure some of them or all will turn up in either season 3 or 4 (my thought is there’ll probably be some kind of prelude in s3 and them meeting in s4, maybe to defeat some great evil from the upside down?)
  • I’m like 95% sure there’s gonna be some Jopper in s3. the whole thing with Joyce and Hopper in the tunnels and the moment outside the school, it’s obvious there’s something there and I’m sure it’s the Duffers foreshadowing something because dAMN those scenes hit me right in the feels
  • at some point I think they might address Will’s sexuality because it hasn’t been confirmed yet and there are tons of contrasting hints leading one way or another, I just feel like there’s some sort of secret about it?? might be wrong tho
  • ALL THE KIDS!! HANGING OUT!! this isn’t technically a theory but I’m really excited to see how Max and Eleven get along (I think after Eleven understands the gym situation, she’ll warm up more to Max, and I’m DESPERATELY HOPING FOR A SISTER-BROTHER RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN WILL AND ELEVEN/JANE and more Lumax/Mileven please and thank you)
  • I feel like Joyce and Hopper are gonna be like the parental figures to all the kids, since Mike’s parents don’t really care and the other parents don’t know about what happened in the Upside Down and such? this is also a high hope for me tbh I’m really digging the “huge family” kinda theory for all the characters
  • this one is REALLY hard to say but I have this niggling feeling that Jonathan is gonna die?? Idk why I just feel like at some point he’ll sacrifice himself to save Will or something like that
  • Steve’s gonna be that cool uncle figure who sneaks all of the kids candy and gives them dating advice and takes them to see R-rated movies. I just feel it.

I have SUCH high hopes and excitement for s3 and the strain of waiting another year for it is gonna kill me (send help to all Stranger Things fans in the next year, guys)

hinekoakahi  asked:

BakuDeku, 88: "Don't panic but I think we might've accidentally gotten married." If you're still doing prompts ^^~

axalion said:   88. Deku/Baku. This could be hilarious.  

“Deku. Wake up.”

Izuku mumbles incoherently and burrows deeper into the bedsheets. He’s warm and comfortable. He doesn’t want to get up just yet.

“Deku, you lazy fucker. Wake the fuck up.”

“Mmm… five more minutes.”

“You fucking asked for it.”

The next thing he knows, Izuku is flying off the bed sans blanket. He squawks when his bare skin comes in contact with the cold floor.

There is something about that  sensation that has his alarm bells ringing. Not related to the fact that he was just thrown out of bed when he was so comfortable, which is startling enough on its own. Well, okay, he should have expected it considering Kacchan did it, but Izuku is not much of a morning person today.

Again, something niggles in the back of his mind. Something about Kacchan throwing him out of bed. Something about that is decidedly important.

“Ow,” Izuku mumbles, finally opening his eyes, and oh.

Kacchan is squatting beside him.

No.

Kacchan is squatting beside him naked.

No.

Kacchan is squatting beside him naked while Izuku is also naked.

Granted, Kacchan’s knees are in the way to see the thing. But Izuku knows it’s there, and oh god, the temperature is rising. Which is related to Izuku’s physiology , not Kacchan’s quirk.

Honestly, Izuku would prefer Kacchan’s quirk right about now. Mortifying doesn’t even begin to describe the situation.

“Don’t panic,” Kacchan says slowly. There’s something wrong with that. Mainly, the lack of swearwords which this situation would definitely warrant. Also, Kacchan’s face is doing something complicated and frankly, constipated looking, which is what it usually does when he tries to look nice and be comforting on purpose. “But I think we might’ve accidentally gotten married.”

Oh. Yeah. Right. What. Wait. Remember the script! “How?!” Izuku chokes out.

“Fuck if I know!” Kacchan shouts, waving his hands. There’s a suspiciously gold gleam on one of his fingers. Oh, there’s one on Izuku’s hand, too. Very nice, the ring, with a red gemstone that reminds him of Kacchan’s eyes. Kacchan’s has a green stone. “Last thing I remember we went into that shitty bar and you challenged me to a drinking contest, you little fuckwit! Next thing I know, I wake up with a ring on my finger and a signed marriage certificate on the table, my ass sore as fuck. This is your fucking fault! Let’s tour the United States like All Might did, my fucking ass!

“I just said I had a high alcohol tolerance!” Izuku protests valiantly. “No challenge whatsoever. For your info, I’m sore, too, and maybe I wanted to tour the US, but you wanted to go to Vegas so you could rub it into Mina-san’s face!”

Not that Izuku wasn’t all over that plan, though.

“So you really don’t remember a thing?” he asks.

“I just fucking said that, didn’t I! I’ve got no fucking clue where we even are! Much less how this shit happened!”

“Did you know your right eyelid flutters a little when you lie, though,” Izuku mutters, stifling a grin.

“What was that, Deku?” Kacchan asks menacingly, looming over Izuku, and oh, Izuku can see the equipment now. It’s practically in his face, in fact.

“I said I don’t remember either!” he yelps out the blatant lie. “Nothing! At all! No memories of trying to find that church and picking out rings and mindblowing sex whatsoever! The alcohol must have addled my mind! Anyway, our flight goes in, like, two hours, we gotta get to the airport.” He jumps up, running for the bathroom. “You can probably get a quick and painless divorce somewhere in the city, but we absolutely don’t have time for that-”

“You saying you wanna get fucking divorced?” Kacchan demands angrily. “I’m prime husband material, you asshole!”

No, Deku, do not think about assholes and last night before you are in the shower alone. But wouldn’t it be nice to take a shower together, though.

“Of course you are!” Izuku squeaks. “We don’t have time anyway. Can’t miss the flight. I guess we can come back… later. I think we’ll have time for it in… a decade or two?”

“We don’t have time ever, we’re fucking heroes, you idiot,” Kacchan snorts derisively.

“Oh. Well. That’s too bad,” Izuku comments cheerfully. “Guess we’ll just have to put up with being married.”

“Yeah. Too fucking bad,” Kacchan echoes with a grin.

“So… shower?” Izuku asks hopefully. “You’ve got scrapes all over your back, better let me look at that. You know, be responsible and stuff.”

“And how the hell would you know that you scratched my back up last night, huh?” Kacchan smirks. “You’ve been facing my front this entire dumbass conversation, shitty Deku.”

“The blood under my nails is pretty telling,” Izuku answers innocently. “Shower?”

“Fuck yeah.”

anonymous asked:

Lelu! 10 best fics of all time?

i’m so sorry for answering this 84 years later rip! keep in mind that the word best when you’re talking about art is very subjective. i can’t tell you which are the best fics of all time but i can give you a list of my favorite fics of all time. i’ve read each one of these at least three times, and they’re my to-go place when everything else fails to distract me. ALSO! i put two fics from the same author? i don’t know if that counts? sorry lol

10) escapade (buy the book there!) / relief next to me by dolce_piccante (tumblr: @haydolce)

rntm summary: AU. What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more. 

9) here in the afterglow by fondleeds (tumblr: @fondleeds)

“If you hadn’t noticed, I don’t have many friends,” Louis whispers, the blossom of insecurity in his stomach unfurling and clawing its way into his throat.

Harry is silent for a long time, and then he speaks; a soft, slow uncurl that makes Louis’ stomach shake. “I’ll be your friend.”

1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.

8) never let me go by loveisalaserquest17 (tumblr: @loveisalaserquest17)

“Harry! I’ll tell you what,” Louis exclaims, clapping his hands together. There’s a big grin on his face. “If both of us are still single by your thirtieth birthday, we’ll marry each other.”
Harry’s head snaps up, eyes widening. “What?” 

Harry and Louis have been friends forever, but they couldn’t be more different. One night, with a little too much alcohol, they make a pact to marry in ten years if they’re both still single.
Now, one month before the deadline, Louis is willing to do whatever it takes to avoid ending up with his best friend. But is he, really? | Loosely inspired by The 10 Year Plan

7) wild and unruly / love is a rebellious bird by gloria_andrews & 100percentsassy (tumblr: @gloriaandrews@100percentsassy)

wau summary: Harry is a cowboy sitting on the biggest oil reservoir in Wyoming, and Louis is the paralegal assigned to pressure him into selling his land. 

liarb summary: AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who “has made Mozart cool again” according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.Don’t hum Bolero.

6) paint me in a million dreams by green_feelings (tumblr: @greenfeelings)

Harry’s one of Hollywood’s biggest actors, has made a name for himself in prestigious films and lives the life of a superstar. There’s just one thing missing to make it picture-perfect, but the one Harry’s in love with is completely out of reach for him. Enter Louis, one of Hollywood’s biggest actors himself, who just came out of the closet and taps new genres in the industry. When Louis sacks the role Harry auditioned for in Scorsese’s next big film, their irrational feud starts. Who could have guessed it would get even worse when for promo season, their teams decide to present them as a couple for publicity?

In short, Harry’s in love with someone and doesn’t care about dating anyone else, Louis never felt home in L.A., Liam writes love songs for someone he shouldn’t write love songs to, and Niall makes everything better with good food.

5) swim in the smoke by whoknows (tumblr: @crazyupsetter)

“What about this, Captain?” Liam asks, nudging the boy kneeling between their feet with the toe of his boot. The boy hisses and swipes at him, slurring out something unintelligible around the makeshift gag Niall had to stuff in his mouth. He misses by a mile and tries again, just as ineffectively.

Harry looks down at him, at the way the sun streams over his face and shoulders, at the way the gag stretches his mouth, lips pink and chapped. He’s lithe and pretty, smudged all over with dirt. They had found him tied up below deck, mostly unconscious, next to a barrel full of gold. He’s clearly a prisoner, but there’s something familiar about him, something that niggles at Harry’s brain. Something he can’t quite put his finger on.

“Put him in my cabin,” Harry decides, turning back to deal with the rest of the loot. The boys screams out jumbled curse words at Harry’s back, muffled by the gag, and Harry can’t understand any of it.

4) in vogue by otpwhatever (tumblr: @otpwhatever)

‘Is that why David Beckham has been featured multiple times on the pages of your life’s work? Does your criteria seriously consist of one thing – a man’s ass?’
‘Well the ass is a man’s best asset,’ Harry smirks, holding the Martini glass high up his face. 'And don’t call the magazine my life’s work. There are far more important things in life, Louis Tomlinson, than what’s printed on the pages of a magazine.’

Fashion AU. Louis is the editor in chief of Vogue magazine, and Harry’s running British GQ. Featuring Zayn as the crazy creative director and Louis’ confidant, Liam as the sports writer that gets to sit front row at fashion week and DJ Neil as the only sane person in the whole story. (There are no skinny jeans in this fic)

3) the wonderlands by stylinsoncity (tumblr: @alienproof) - AND its companion fic!

“Somewhere between chaos and control — these are the wonderlands.”

Harry’s daughter, Andy, is signed to Louis’ girl band. Her path to success is marked by competition, chaos, and for Harry, a love affair.

2) say hallelujah say goodnight by alivingfire (tumblr: @alivingfire)

Louis is an angel who is just a little too bad to be good, Harry is a demon who is just a little too good to be bad, and they’re both a little too in love to be impartial when angels and demons go to war.

Louis has been alive since life was a mere concept; he watched the summoning of Man into existence, he was there when Eve took the apple. He’s seen seas break the world into separate pieces, he’s watched empires crumble into dust. He’s seen wildfire consume cities, he’s seen the world painted white with snow. He has known the most beautiful humans to walk the planet, he has watched the most powerful mortals gather their riches and influence around them and then die just like the poorest, weakest humans do. He’s met humans whose motives defy explanation, people who use their lives as battering rams, as tools, as weapons, as chess pieces.

None of that stopped Louis in his tracks.

But Harry did.

1) young & beautiful by velvetoscar (tumblr: @mizzwilde)

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. 

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Pulling Rank (One Shot)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Prompt: “That’s
not what I meant.” 
Word Count: 850
Warnings: Mentions of injuries
Summary: A mission has gone badly, and you have a reckoning.

A/N: I wrote this for @captain-ariel-barnes’s 4k writing challenge!! Congrats on the milestone, my friend! I hope ya’ll enjoy. Also, this particular prompt was under ‘fluff’ but…evidently that’s not where it wanted to go in my mind lmao. Sorry for the whump.


It’s the beeping that finally brings you around. The sound has been niggling in your ears for a while, you guess, and as soon as you realize that it annoys you. Incessant, stereo beeping - you moan a little, and try to shift your head away.

Your head hurts. In fact, just about everywhere hurts - even through a medicated haze, you know something must have happened. If only you could remember precisely what.

Another few moments of gathering yourself, and you peek open your eyes to look around. A sterile, white room. Like a hospital. But through the glass windows you see Tony’s lab just beyond. So the infirmary at Avengers Tower.

After a reasonable looksee at the room, your eyes trail downward to rest on a pair of black combat boots, propped up at the foot of your bed. Connected to a pair of thick legs in black denim, and up to a broad torso in a black t-shirt, slouched in a chair which had been pulled up next to you. Up further, and a worn copy of War and Peace is lowered slowly from a frowning face. There’s a crunch - you wince at the sound - and Bucky lets his hand, holding an apple, lower to the armrest.

“Morning,” he drawls, chewing loudly. “‘Bout time you woke up.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Can you do a fic rec with the most iconic and classic larry fics ever like the ones everybody knows and everybody has read. Thank you in advance

Sure ! (Warning : so this is a iconic larry fic rec, meaning 1/ it doesn’t necessarily reflect my own taste in fics or what I think about it. , 2/ it’s my own choice of what I think are iconics fics . Just saying. )

- And Then a Bit  :  Or, take a parallel universe where Louis and Harry were never together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a Modest! employee with a good idea. Add a squeeze of pretending to be a couple, lots of kisses and a tattoo or two. Stir. Serve: the mother of all publicity stunts.(aka Harry and Louis fake a relationship for publicity. Eventually it becomes a lot less fake and a lot more real.) (128k)

- Relief Next To Me  : AU. What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more. (333k)

- Wear It Like A Crown  : AU. As part of a team of fixers hired to handle a gay scandal in Buckingham Palace, Louis expects Prince Harry to be a lot of things—most notably a royally spoilt brat. Never mind that the very same Prince Harry used to star in quite a number of Louis’ teenage fantasies. (141k)

- Love Is A Rebellious Bird : AU in which the boys still make music.  Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who “has made Mozart cool again” according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best.  Zayn and Liam are around too.Don’t hum Bolero. (134k)

- Empty Skies: For three years, Harry has been running from his past. Now, he is moving to London and pledges to fulfil his only dream – making it big in the music industry. Not everyone has a place, though, and the competition is tough. As is his past catching up on him.Louis is part of the biggest boy band of the world, and getting there had meant a lot of hard work, as well as sacrificing parts of his heart and soul. He’s still happy. Maybe not as happy as he could be, but who is he to complain?Featuring Perrie as Harry’s adorable flatmate, Niall as his manager, and Liam and Zayn as Louis’ bandmates. (134k)

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You ever have something happen, and it’s so good that it doesn’t feel real? And you get this all-consuming anxiety that you’re gonna fuck it up, or it’s not going to be as good as you think, you’re going to let yourself down, so you compensate by just pushing that good thing away until it’s not a possibility anymore?

All I could see were the ways that this could hurt me, the way every step closer was just making it worse, because it had to end. There was no way something this good, someone like him, could actually want me.

The whole time, there was this niggling voice in my head that I wasn’t worth loving and never could be, and the only thing to do was fuck it up before it fucked me up.

I don’t think anyone’s ever going to fall in love with me because I’m never going to be convinced that I deserve it.

—  Self-Sabotage

Upon request, here is a list of bottom Louis fics where Louis is praised a lot, generally in sexual circumstances. Happy reading!

1) Heart Beats Slow (I Wish You) | Explicit | 6011 words

“These,” Louis pauses with a half-eaten toast in his hand and a stale bite of buttery bread still in his mouth, he feels like choking on it, “are girl’s pants. Why would I look good in girl’s pants? Do you not like my current choice in underwear or what?”

2) We’ll Stumble Through Heaven | Explicit | 6504 words

Louis likes to be a good boy for his alpha.

3) This Play Between The Sheets | Explicit | 15746 words

The totally gratuitous BDSM fic where Louis is a drama queen and gets far too excited to pay attention to who he’s texting. 

4) Know You Got That Thing (That I Like) | Explicit | 15798 words

In all the ways he thought about their reunion going, watching Louis finger himself open was not on the list.

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anonymous asked:

If you're still taking prompts. What if Neil gets a concussion and starts mixing up his languages? I love your writing!

(thank you so much! I had so much fun writing this honestly also HEY apparently language based confusion post head trauma like.. doesn’t happen lmao but lets suspend our disbelief y'all)


It’s USC’s new “problem player” who does it.

There’s a scrimmage for the ball in the last quarter, and Neil ends up bodychecked into plexiglass head-first. His helmet goes loose and bounces away before he hits the floor.

Neil’s 5’3” against the backliner’s 6’5” is like pitting an axe against the base of a tree. Neil’s legs quiver like wind through leaves, and then he’s cut down.

Andrew watches the whole thing unravel, the wind-up and the swing and the bounce. Neil topples onto his back with the brutality of a drop from a moving car, and he doesn’t get back up. There’s an awkward minute of shouting and buzzers and repetitive shrugging from the backliner. Andrew leaves goal just as Jeremy crosses the court to jab a finger in his teammate’s chest.

“We do not fight dirty like that! Jesus Christ Trent, If we’d taken that point from them the win would mean what?”

“Nothing,” the backliner replies glumly, eyes down. Andrew takes it as a prime opportunity to punch him across the jaw with his whole weight behind it.

The guy goes reeling, holding his face and looking down at Andrew with slack jawed disbelief — doubtless surprised to find someone half his size had just loosened a few teeth.

Andrew feels Kevin at his back, and Jeremy steadies Trent by the shoulder as he levels eyes at him. “Can’t we be civil for one game?”

Kevin shrugs, sickeningly sheepish. “You’re in fox territory.”

“How could I forget,” Jeremy says, eyes rolling. He says something else but Andrew’s already turning to find Neil, his unchecked injury like an oven left on - the niggling, panicking doubt of it.

Jean’s crouched at Neil’s side, speaking quietly and firmly with his eyebrows yanked together like pursestrings.

“Get away from him,” Andrew says, dizzy with anger. All the times Neil has defended Jean and the things he’d let Riko do surface and clash in Andrew’s head.

Jean looks up, unconcerned with Andrew’s warning. “Something is wrong.”

Andrew puts himself between Jean and Neil, stepping right where Jean’s hands are splayed out on the floor so that he recoils. He leans over Neil and watches his open eyes, the frost of confusion on them.

“Get up.”

Neil finds him, like he’s squinting through smoke. “Je ne peux pas.”

Andrew grabs his shoulders, unamused. “Try again.”

“It was something else a minute ago. Something slavic?” Jean says. Andrew ignores him.

“Andrew,” Neil says urgently, eyes bloodshot and unfixed. “Je suis fatigué.”

“Don’t sleep,” Andrew warns. He pulls Neil to his chest and drags him upright by his armpits.

“Look, I’m sorry,” Trent calls from a few feet away, his team congregating behind him like disappointed parents.

“We’re benching him for the next couple of games,” Jeremy adds seriously. “You deserve better.”

“You touch what’s mine again and you lose a hand,” Andrew says airily.

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Kim Junmyeon//Green Eyes

Originally posted by qrishan

Prompt: You’re not really the jealous type, but you’ve noticed that your boyfriend has been hanging out with a very famous, very pretty and sweet idol lately, and can’t help but feel more than a little jealous. - request from @bomsenpai
Scenario: angst, fluff
Word count: 2,341

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Swim In The Smoke by whoknows

Words: 101,778 

Chapters: 3/3

“What about this, Captain?” Liam asks, nudging the boy kneeling between their feet with the toe of his boot. The boy hisses and swipes at him, slurring out something unintelligible around the makeshift gag Niall had to stuff in his mouth. He misses by a mile and tries again, just as ineffectively.

Harry looks down at him, at the way the sun streams over his face and shoulders, at the way the gag stretches his mouth, lips pink and chapped. He’s lithe and pretty, smudged all over with dirt. They had found him tied up below deck, mostly unconscious, next to a barrel full of gold. He’s clearly a prisoner, but there’s something familiar about him, something that niggles at Harry’s brain. Something he can’t quite put his finger on.

“Put him in my cabin,” Harry decides, turning back to deal with the rest of the loot. The boys screams out jumbled curse words at Harry’s back, muffled by the gag, and Harry can’t understand any of it.

anonymous asked:

I saw somebody say that Sakura's drive for strength was to primarily help naruto and that it wasn't so much about Sasuke. What do you say to that?

Sakura’s drive for strength was fundamentally born from her desire to better herself as a Kunoichi, and for her to not be a burden to her teammates. Throughout the course of the series, Sakura’s thoughts about herself and how useful she was to her teammates became one of her biggest insecurities, reiterated at regular intervals during the story, and this was something in which Sasuke had initially brought to her attention.

After having returned from the Land of Waves, Sasuke let his frustration with her be known; he questioned why she persisted in chasing him around for dates when she should be honing her skills instead. Because he knew that despite her potential, her performances had been lacking:

Sakura acknowledged that Sasuke was right, and these niggling thoughts would linger in the back of her mind for a very long time:

These thoughts were brought to the forefront again during the Forest of Death where after witnessing Naruto, Sasuke and Lee all fight to defend her while she just watched them (again), she finally reached her wit’s end. Thus, she at last gained her resolve to better herself as a kunoichi, and was determined to do something for the 3 boys.

Sakura knew that she was wholly outclassed by the Sound ninja, but much like when Hinata would confront Pein later on - She didn’t care. As long as she could try her hardest to protect her friends, that was all that mattered to her:

However, that instance was just when she found her resolve to gain strength. The actual trigger for Sakura’s drive in strength was when she went to visit Naruto and Sasuke in the hospital, and overheard the heartbreaking news that the former had failed to bring Sasuke back home; he had gone:

The frustration she felt towards herself for not being able to do anything to help in the mission to bring Sasuke back home was what triggered Sakura to actively seek out Tsunade in order to become stronger.

It wasn’t as simple as Sakura merely wanting to help Naruto and that’s it. The overarching and fundamental reason she wanted to become stronger was so that she could quell her own insecurities regarding her worth, and prove that she could stand side by side with her teammates on the battlefield. However, the actual trigger to her endeavour to actively get stronger, was because she wanted to help Naruto bring Sasuke back home:

Therefore in that sense, it was because of Sasuke, not Naruto.

And when Sakura made the request to Tsunade, as soon as the latter displayed that knowing smirk, the answer she would give was obvious:

So yeah, Sakura’s drive for strength definitely wasn’t primarily to help Naruto, because if his goal was to find some random scroll for example, then Sakura obviously wouldn’t have cared. Strictly speaking, it was primarily to better herself as a kunoichi, and prove that she was worthy of standing by her teammate’s side on the battlefield. However, the actual trigger for her to actively start training to obtain this strength, was her desire to help bring Sasuke back home.

anonymous asked:

Are you still taking prompts? How about Sherlock admitting to John that when he faked his death, he took something of John's with him? (Your ficlets are the best!)

It’s nothing at all, really. But John still notices it.

He’s typing at the table when he spots it- just a paperweight, barely holding down a precarious pile of Sherlock’s papers.

The thing is, it was John’s. It wasn’t anything he’s particularly cared about, especially after- all that. When he was clearing out his things, he’d vaguely noticed it wasn’t there, the tiniest of niggles in the back of his mind that had been drowned out by everything else.

Now, though… John turns his head. Sherlock is sitting in his arm chair, typical prayer like thinking pose, but John can tell he’s only daydreaming.

“Sherlock?”

Sherlock opens one eye. “Hmm?”

Just for fun, just because he can, John throws him the paperweight. Sherlock catches it deftly, both eyes open now, wide awake.

“Where’d you find this?” John asks. “Thought I’d lost it…”

He trails off at Sherlock’s expression: mouth closed, lips pressed tightly, eyes wide and suddenly…sad.

Sherlock clears his throat. “I’m going to bed.

And oh, how John knows avoidance when he sees it. He leans back and glances at the time displayed on the laptop. “It’s not that late,” he says quietly , but Sherlock is already off down the hall.

“I’m tired,” is all he replies.

Ah, John thinks. He gives Sherlock a few minutes breathing space, and then he follows him. Sherlock is in bed, back to the door, back tense. John carefully slides under the covers and presses a light kiss to Sherlock’s back, just so he knows he’s there.

“Hey,” John says, keeping his voice soft. “You don’t have to… We can leave it if…”

He’s still none the wiser as to what’s really wrong, so he keeps his sentences unfinished. But Sherlock saves him from doing anymore, his hand reaches out to John’s and presses the paperweight into his palm. It’s warm.

“I- I took it,” Sherlock says, voice almost a whisper.

John puts the paperweight on his bedside cabinet. “Okay? That’s fine-”

But Sherlock is shaking his head. “No, John. I took it when-”

His breathing catches just the tiniest bit and John places a hand on his shoulder, squeezing. Thankfully, Sherlock turns to face him, taking a deep breath.

“I took it when… when we were checking the flat for cameras. When-”

His voice dies but John doesn’t need to hear anymore, he knows exactly when Sherlock means. His stomach lurches but he tries not to let it show, focussing on wrapping his arms around Sherlock.

“Why?”

A shaky exhale. “Because I…I knew that- no, no, John, not like that, not everything. I just…” A swallow. “I knew Lestrade was coming. God, I felt sick, I- I knew…Well, the thing was, I didn’t know when I’d be back in the flat.”

“Oh,” John says. He doesn’t think he can trust his voice to say anything else, but Sherlock’s still going, a dam broken:

“Knew I couldn’t risk taking something obvious, like a photo or-or-you’d notice. I just knew I needed a-a-something… I slipped it in my coat pocket just before Lestrade-

He breaks off again, and John sees Sherlock’s hands clutched together, as if he can still feel the handcuffs on his wrists.

"Sherlock?”

Sherlock looks at him, and John pulls him closer. He can feel Sherlock’s back jump just a little under his fingertips.

“Thank you, Sherlock. For- for letting me know.”

Sherlock breathes out, finally long and smooth and steady. And John knows that while it was a lie before, Sherlock is truly tired now. He stays with him, slowly stroking his back until, little by little, he feels Sherlock’s whole body relaxing in sleep. He waits, then kisses him goodnight, going to set up the table for breakfast the next day.

The paperweight stays on the cabinet.

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Alpha harry master-list

This is a masterlist of fic ft alpha!harry and omega!louis . ( for @gigglelou



pray for some sweet simplicity  by  delsicle via @emperorstyles tumblr

Louis is the only omega to ever make it in the cut-throat world of competitive motorcycle racing—that is, he would be if anyone actually knew about his identity. Now, his sights are set towards competing in—and winning—the European Grand Prix, the biggest and most difficult race of the entire year, so he can disappear underground for good. He’s close enough, too, until an alpha sports journalist is assigned to follow Louis’s every move as he prepares for the event of his career.

Or, an AU where motorcycle racing is the biggest sport in a heavily divided world, Louis is trying to take control of his own destiny, and Harry is in for more than he bargained for. (N: this is so good its a wip but holy shit i love it so much i hate reading wips but H O L Y S H I T )


Swim In The Smoke by  whoknows 

“What about this, Captain?” Liam asks, nudging the boy kneeling between their feet with the toe of his boot. The boy hisses and swipes at him, slurring out something unintelligible around the makeshift gag Niall had to stuff in his mouth. He misses by a mile and tries again, just as ineffectively.

Harry looks down at him, at the way the sun streams over his face and shoulders, at the way the gag stretches his mouth, lips pink and chapped. He’s lithe and pretty, smudged all over with dirt. They had found him tied up below deck, mostly unconscious, next to a barrel full of gold. He’s clearly a prisoner, but there’s something familiar about him, something that niggles at Harry’s brain. Something he can’t quite put his finger on.

“Put him in my cabin,” Harry decides, turning back to deal with the rest of the loot. The boys screams out jumbled curse words at Harry’s back, muffled by the gag, and Harry can’t understand any of it. ( a classic ) 


Forever, Uninterrupted by  sparkk 

Harry finds a mysterious picture in Louis’ bag one night and drives himself crazy over it. It’s definitely not what he thinks.

An excuse to write Harry in rut, because there’s already so many heat fics out there.  (ANGST . A good amount . A real good amount )


incalescent by  eleadore

The onset of heat is something Louis still hasn’t learned to recognize.


as deep as the sky by  swallowsmateforlife

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.  


There’s Magic in this Life by unknown

Harry comes out to the band as bisexual on a Tuesday. ( pssst friends to lovers )


Like Candy In My Veins by  littlelouishiccups

“Um…” Harry said slowly after a moment. “Okay. That’s… this is… Let me get this straight.” He lifted up a hand and swallowed. “You told your family that you have a boyfriend… and my name was the first one you thought of?”

“Harry Potter was on TV, alright? It wasn’t that much of a stretch.” Louis pinched the bridge of his nose. He couldn’t believe he was explaining himself to Harry fucking Styles. He couldn’t believe he was stooping this low. “Forget it. I’m sorry I even thought about bringing you into this.”

Harry snorted. “What? Did you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend or something?”

(Basically the A/B/O, enemies to lovers, fake relationship, Christmas AU that nobody asked for.)


 If yall want b!l recs I’m always here 

- alannah

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⚘  10 pirate fics you should read  ⚘

Sail Across Me (21k)

Harry is a prince that is about to be forced into marriage against his will and running away to sea seems like a much better option. Louis is the captain of the infamous pirate ship The Rogue and he has a thing for helping defenseless creatures. Especially when they’re as pretty as this one.

These Hands Not Fit For Holding (46k)

Harry is the captain of a pirate ship, and Louis is an accidental stowaway.

Resist Everything Except Temptation (100k)

Louis is the commodore’s son who is forced to become a part of Harry’s crew when he is captured.

Liberté (64k)

1647. “Pretending you don’t have a heart is not the best way to not get it broken. It’s just the easiest.”

If you’ll be my star, I’ll be your sky (42k)

“You know,” He whispered. “The pirate way is to take your pretty finger with the ring. If you want to keep your lovely hand you have to give me something else of value.”

Louis swallowed again, harder this time. “I don’t have anything else.” He mumbled worriedly. Averting his eyes.

The pirate grinned. “Oh, but I think you do.”

Swim In The Smoke (101k)

“What about this, Captain?” Liam asks, nudging the boy kneeling between their feet with the toe of his boot. The boy hisses and swipes at him, slurring out something unintelligible around the makeshift gag Niall had to stuff in his mouth. He misses by a mile and tries again, just as ineffectively.

Harry looks down at him, at the way the sun streams over his face and shoulders, at the way the gag stretches his mouth, lips pink and chapped. He’s lithe and pretty, smudged all over with dirt. They had found him tied up below deck, mostly unconscious, next to a barrel full of gold. He’s clearly a prisoner, but there’s something familiar about him, something that niggles at Harry’s brain. Something he can’t quite put his finger on.

“Put him in my cabin,” Harry decides, turning back to deal with the rest of the loot. The boys screams out jumbled curse words at Harry’s back, muffled by the gag, and Harry can’t understand any of it.

Drowning In Your Eyes (45k)

“Capt’n Styles, are you certain of this? They be attracted to man-made light.”

“What is? Sharks?” The young blonde asks in terror.

“Worse than sharks, lad. There’ll be flesh eating mermaids upon us in minutes, mark my words!” Paul huffs as he continues to wave the bright lantern in front of him, “And Captain Styles here, has us bait!”

I Don’t Own a Single Gun (But If I Did You’d be the One) (79k)

Louis is trying to start a new life as a pirate. Harry just so happens to be a most notorious pirate of the time. It’s 1680.

Set Sail With No Compass (4k)

Pirate AU. That’s it; that’s the summary. 

My Treasure Map Was on Your Skin (You’re my Land Ahoy) (4k)

Louis is a pirate. Harry has never been to sea, but he’s eager to learn.