New job, new city, new life. Louis is pretty excited to start the next chapter of his life.
Harry Styles, the sole heir of the Styles Group of Hospitality Ltd, is a man like no other. For the world, he is a recluse charmer and a sharp businessman. Behind all that, hidden from the world, is a man struggling with himself and his last abusive relationship.
As their paths cross, everything around them is put to test, from their will to their patience and courage, only to reach a point where nothing ever will be the same again.
whether it was planned or not, I feel like either way he would be so over the top with happiness because we all know how amazing of a father he would be
but I bet he would totally know before you would, and at first he would probably start making stupid jokes (”y’know might be able to say we might both have buns in the over,” 100% would be him while he’s baking bread)
and i bet that his little jokes would get to your head, like turning down a glass of wine at dinner, just in case, and slowly starting to eat the healthy crap that harry has stacked in the fridge, and I don’t think i can even explain the smile that would light up his face
finding out would be a little bitter sweet i think, because after weeks of him gloating about how strong his swimmers are and your strong will ignoring his little comments should mean nothing because you should know your body better than him, right? but the three pregnancy tests that lined your bathroom counter say otherwise
and the moment that harry finds that he’ll be a dad, i don’t think you could ever put it into words because you can tell that it is something that he has wanted for years and I can just imagine the way he would hold you so delicately because you’re carrying his baby
“‘m gonna be…” his hands would shake around your waist, barely tearing his glaze off of the non-existent bump he’s looking out for, “i’m gonna be a dad?”
For @abloodneed, one of the most amazing, beautiful men alive. Thank you for always being you.
There were certain things that Magnus feared. The loss of a loved one—his mind flashed to quick strides, dark hair and hazel eyes—, the loss of a friend—his breath caught at the image of dark eyes, dark hair streaked with grey, twin horns, and skin grown cold—, and the loss of his children—the downworlders he’d taken underneath his wings. His fingers dug into the oak coffee table, scouring the wood as his mind supplied him with images of everyone of them that he’d lost. Drawing in breath was hard, like he was suffocating, a direct contradiction to the cool breeze wafting into the outdoor patio of the mundane bar he’d decided to visit. Sometimes, he just needed that time to himself, amongst the mundanes that entertained him with how they scurried about in their daily lives, unaware of the world that existed in the shadows.
He did just that at the moment, watching them go about their lives when suddenly, everything… froze. From the waiter who had been heading to his table, to the lovers celebrating their recent engagement. Even the late night dog walker and her dog were frozen in place, her with a hand halfway up her hair, and the dog with his tongue half pulled into his mouth. As he took in the the sight, everyone frozen as far as he could he could see, and as he heard those footsteps, calm and unhurried, that oozing mass of power that would cower a lesser man, have them scurrying away or bending their heads in submission, Magnus came face to face with his biggest fear.
“Drinking alone,” a voice he’d heard only once in his life and had hoped he would never hear again wafted out to him, moments before the owner of the voice slid into the seat across from him. White suit—expensive as expected, stretched over a tall lanky form. “Now that doesn’t suit you Magnus,” he drawled as he casually shrugged off the jacket, undid the diamond studded cufflinks so he could roll up his sleeves and show off his forearms. Long lean fingers reached up to run through hair that was kept in place by the crown of barbed wire on his head. He waved his hands and men—shapeshifting demons, Magnus was sure—who’d accompanied him all gave them a wide berth.
“And how would you know what suits or doesn’t suit me,” Magnus tossed back as he reached for his glass of bourbon. “You don’t know me.”
The man grinned, teeth sharp in the moonlight. “Now, now Magnus. Why would you say that? Is that how you speak to your father?”
Magnus raised a brow and took a sip of his bourbon, eyes hard as he stared back at Asmodeus.
“one small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring each other”
AN: You know what this one seems perfect for? Undercover dating, aka a trope I live for xD
Thanks for the prompt, Madina <3
Nesta wasn’t prepared for this.
barely a brush of Cassian’s firm lips against her own, accompanied by a
hint of his scent hitting her nostrils and a calloused curve of his
hand cupping her jaw.
It’s barely a brush but Nesta knows she’s in trouble, knows that she shouldn’t clutch at his jacket so tightly and her breath shouldn’t get caught in her throat like that, as if they’re kissing for the very first time and she’s slightly surprised by how good it feels, not when they’re supposed to have been dating for good few weeks now.
At least that’s the story.
Goddamn undercover work. Definitely not her thing. All that acting and subtlety and people skills it requires - not her cup of tea.
Nesta knows computers. Understands computers. Codes and algorithms and research that - bless the internet gods - don’t require actual human interaction.
That whole undercover business, on the other hand, is a freaking mess, that’s what it is - and worst of all, Nesta knew it would be and still went for it.
When, months after having gone completely AWOL, Feyre came back home with a new boyfriend at her side (and two suspicious-looking men at his side) and asked for her and Elain’s help, Nesta should’ve said no.
Alas, she was too pragmatic to refuse the promise of financial security for her sister as well as herself. Not after their useless father had gambled away the last of her mother’s inheritance money.
So naturally, when Feyre and Rhysand divulged details of their insane plan to steal away “Book of Breathings” - long-lost painting that had just found its way into the private collection of Kingston Hybern, Norwegian billionaire, Nesta could only sigh deeply and grit out her assent.
All while ignoring one of Rhysand’s oversized friends and his watchful gaze fixed on her at all times.
Cassian. Cassian was his name as she later learnt. Few days after that, she also found out exactly how hard his nose was when it collided with her fist (very hard and not at all good for her knuckles - you played yourself, Nesta).
And then, Feyre dropped the undercover bomb. As in her - Nesta - and him - Cassian - going undercover as a dating functioning couple of consenting adults to get access and do recon of Hybern’s Spanish villa where the painting was kept.
Her - a young spoiled heiress. Him - her current flavour of the month.
Did she mention they would have to pretend to - oh shocker! - like each other?
Feyre certainly hadn’t thought this through.
Although right about now - as they’re dancing at Hybern’s party, their mouths only inches away - Nesta realizes - with no small amount of chagrin - that’s it’s not that hard to pretend after all.
Her skin still tingles where his lips grazed hers, and she can’t help but pull away and look at his face, her eyes searching, inquiring.
What just happened?
Why did it feel so good?
Cassian seems as lost as she is but only for a slow excruciating moment. And then -
Something just clicks and they’re kissing again but this time…Oh, this time, it’s consuming and hungry and carnal - his tongue swirling along her teeth, her nails digging into his shirt, his thumbs pressing into her hipbones, drawing her closer.
also i’d been talking to @littleblackchat all day about it and she was designing up what she imagined Mari’s dress from chapter 3 looked like, and I doodled this version based on her descriptions and early doodles of it xD so it’s a little different from the one she posted. Also I pointed out that the keyhole in the dress was perfect for Adrien in that scene, since he put his hand there and gyid7573943778hsjdfj IMAGINE IT GUYS imagine it
<b>Frank:</b> I'd be kinda creeped out<p/><b>Mikey (for a Waycest fanfic) :</b> I read the first paragraph and this was the end of reading fanfiction<p/><b>Ray:</b> I mean uh It's COOL THAT KIDS ARE BEING CREATIVE!!!!!1 :D<p/></p>
Summary: Nesta and Cassian go on their first date and try to figure out how they work when they aren’t expected to bicker all the time. Nesta has a candid conversation with Feyre about their mother. Later, as Nesta and Cassian are beginning to find a rhythm as a couple, an emergency interrupts their progress.
Notes: This is… going to be 5 parts now. Just an FYI. I don’t know how this happened. Thanks this time to @acourtofstarsanddreams for helping me figure out jobs and apartments, and @illyriantremors for helping me make their first date more awkward :D
Part one, Part two : AO3 for comments :this chapter rated T : tw brief mention of Feyre’s abuse
When Nesta made this date, she wasn’t thinking clearly.
She considered canceling, considered calling and just saying that it was
a mistake, no hard feelings, that she wasn’t ready to go out with
Instead, when she called Cassian the next day, she reminded him that she
lived outside the city and that he would likely need to leave early to
make it to her place on time. She still had that nagging question in the
back of her mind and had considered backing out then. But the smooth,
confident tone in his voice had done something to her doubts, and by the
time Nesta had shoved her phone back into her pocket, they had decided
on a restaurant and a time and he knew her address.