In Paris she found Magnus, who was living in a garret apartment and painting, an occupation for which he had no aptitude whatsoever. He let her sleep on a mattress by the window, and in the night, when she woke up screaming for Will, he came and put his arms around her, smelling of turpentine.
“The first one is always the hardest,” he said.
“The first one you love who dies,” he said. “It gets easier, after.
My soul cried out for Ash, for his courage and determination; for the way his eyes thawed when he looked at me, as if I were the only person in the world; for that beautiful, wounded spirit I saw beneath the cold exterior he showed the world.
Harry doesn’t get it. He wears his heart on his sleeve because he hasn’t any idea what the world is really like. Things don’t always happen for a reason. Sometimes life is mean and pointless and people hurt you just because they can. Sometimes you fall in love with a person or a fantasy of the person you’re going to be someday, and all it ever does for you is make you into something you hate, brittle bones and stone walls.
He’s pulled out of his thoughts by the motion out of the corner of his eye of Harry lifting up his phone. Louis gets a hand in front of his face just before he hears the fake shutter sound of the camera going off. “Missed me,” he says, peeking out from behind his fingers.
“I don’t get why you won’t let me take your picture,” Harry says, pouting a bit, and Louis just laughs.
“Well, we can’t have you finding out I’m a vampire, can we?” he says, patting Harry’s thigh consolingly. He turns back to the film, and tries not to worry about what Harry might see in his eyes if he ever managed to catch him off-guard.
Thread with drnickrush After colonel Young leaves him behind on an alien planet, doctor Nicholas Rush seeks shelter and a possible means to escape in an abandoned alien ship. What he does not expect to find, is a strange device that summons a small hologram of a young girl, a princess whom he remembers from the old fairy tales his mother once read to him.
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He’s worried about the dentist, and he’s worried about heartache, and he’s worried about his rent, and no one ever told him that the worries of childhood wouldn’t get replaced by the worries of adolescence and adulthood. They just accumulated, and sometimes the weight of being every version of himself at once is too much.
you are the blood: a seventh-year hogwarts au in which niall gets all the girls, liam goes on a journey of self-discovery, zayn falls in love, harry wants something more, and louis tries to figure out once and for all why he, a muggleborn, was sorted into slytherin.
a promise lives within you now: a lord of the rings-inspired middle earth au. louis is an elven prince, next in line to become king of mirkwood, and harry is the orphaned human boy who grows up alongside him. 2-4 all by sarcaticfluentry
the lives in which i’ve loved you: in all his lives, louis has only three wishes: one, that harry will love him back, two, that they will get to grow old together, and three, that they die at the same time so they never have to know a minute without each other. by thelonelycoast
through the darkest of your days: harry thinks he might not really know what okay is, but louis is warm next to him, solid and constant and questioning. he’s all wide eyes and nerves and vulnerability. and this feels alright, this might be some sort of okay, harry thinks. by robpatFF