#da vinci code au

[chrism02]

Love the sinner - Chapter 4

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56144254/chapters/169637344

Happy birthday to the wonderful and talented Alfred Molina!

[morenaclavery]

The Wild Girl and the Truth Untold | one shot

• crossover with The Wild Girl / The Secret Gospel of Mary Magdalene, by Michèle Roberts Summary: Domitilla Flores is a historian whose research is focused on ancient manuscripts. Her recent investigation revolves around Bible Gospels — most precisely, the supposed existence of Mary Magdalene’s Gospel — and women’s participation in primitive Christianity. Her research put her in contact with Professor Robert Langdon, a famous symbologist, and, consequently, with Sophie Neveu, a cryptologist who is intimately connected to Mary Magdalene’s story. Pairing: Jesus x Mary Magdalene (mentioned) Word count: 1,9k Content warnings: none Author’s note: This fanfiction was written in 2022 as a final evaluation for my English Literature III class in the Letters Teaching Degree at Federal University of Rio Grande do Sul, in Brazil. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Therefore, all names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is purely coincidental. Warning: Plagiarism is a crime! Any reproduction, whether partial or complete, is prohibited without the author’s prior authorization. The characters and the universe hereby presented belong to Dan Brown, Michèle Roberts and the producers of the film’s adaptation; however, Domitilla Flores is a creation of mine, and the story plot is of original content and protected by copyright.

» NAVIGATION | MASTERLIST

Rosslyn Chapel, Roslin (Scotland) – 10:15 pm

It has been a few hours since the sun has set in the west and the sky was taken by a deep, dark blue that was sprinkled by sparse, glowing stars and a barely seen new moon. There was a soft breeze in the air, although it was freezing cold that night. Hidden under a warm coat and a hood that covered her face almost entirely, Domitilla Flores walked with tense but firm steps toward one of the most known chapels of Edinburgh. The Rosslyn Chapel had appeared in some of her research papers, but nothing convinced her about its true relevance until that meeting with Professor Langdon a couple of weeks ago. That had changed everything and gave her new hopes.

‘Are you sure that’s the place where I’ll find the answers I’m looking for?’ Domitilla asked Professor Langdon as she took a sip of her tea. He had been adamant that their confabulation must occur in person and decided on a small café close to Harvard University, where he teaches History of Art and Symbology. According to him, she was messing up with an ancient story that many would kill to keep in the shadows. At first, she took it as a jest, but believed in its seriousness as he told her about a case he assisted in France, where he found himself running away from attacks by the Opus Dei.

‘Yes. I already reached out for Sophie Neveu and she agreed to help you. She’s a cryptologist and is very interested in your research.’ Robert replied casually and Domitilla frowned.

‘What do you mean by that?’

‘It will be better if she explains that herself. You can trust her.’ Even with Professor Langdon’s voucher, she was suspicious of this mystery woman, but decided to trust her colleague and accepted the card he offered her with Neveu’s contact information.

And that is how she found herself in a different country, climbing the stone steps of that historic chapel in the middle of a cold night. As she knocked on the wooden door, it was just a moment until a female face greeted her. ‘Domitilla Flores?’ At her affirmative nod, she was prompted to quickly enter the sacred building.

‘I must confess that I was quite anxious for your arrival ever since Robert called me about your research! I’m Sophie Neveu, by the way.’ Domitilla noticed the first-name basis, but did not comment on that.

‘I could say the same’, she replied a little unsure. ‘Professor Langdon said you’re interested in my research, but I failed to understand it… people usually find it a heresy, not an excitement.’

‘Oh, I’m sure Robert was quite cryptic when talking about me!’ Sophie replied with a smile. ‘He’s into the secret now, but you’ll get it when you see it first-hand. Let’s get into the library and I’ll explain everything to you.’

They walked in silence along the stone path, softly illuminated by the decorated stained-glass on the high windows and the spare lamps that resembled ancient torches, until they reached a door hidden behind the altar.

‘Really?!’ Domitilla expressed her suspicious in a whisper-shout. ‘The library is behind the altar? Through a door that no one can normally see?’

‘Shh… be quiet!’ It was Sophie’s answer. ‘Just trust and follow me.’

And so she followed the cryptologist down a circular stair of stones into the underground of the chapel. The pathway was narrow and irregular, until they reached a small hallway illuminated by the same exquisite lamp-torches. Right in front of the stairs was a wooden door — it seemed old, but incredibly sturdy at the same time. Sophie used five large keys to unlock it. With a smug smile on her face, she prompted Domitilla to enter first, which she did with a raised eyebrow.

The chamber inside was not large, but it was not small, either. The walls were made of shelves in which were placed books and an incredible number of rolls — which Domitilla soon discovered them to be parchments and papyri. In the centre, there was a wooden table stacked with old papers and books. The room as a whole smelled old and, as a historian, Domitilla could not have been happier.

‘Welcome to the secret library of the Priori of Sion’, said Sophie with pride in her voice.

Domitilla, who was admiring the underground room, was taken by surprise. ‘What?! Do you mean… the Priori of Sion? How do you have access to it? And how am I allowed down here?’

The Priori of Sion is an ancient organization that had been keeping the secrets regarding the Holy Grail. Domitilla Flores came upon that name through her research but could never find anything concrete about them. Just rumours and a great amount of mystery. Her shock at been standing inside their most precious archive was quite understandable.

‘Well… my brother would certainly disapprove of this,’ Sophie started to explain, ‘but you’re allowed in here because currently I’m the safeguard of the library. As I’m sure you’ll find out very soon, I’m deeply related to the Priori of Sion’s mission, and — therefore — very interested in your findings and its publication.’

‘I’m quite confused, now… shouldn’t you be keeping all of this in secret, then?’ Domitilla asked.

‘Until this very moment, all of this has been kept hidden away in secret and it almost got Robert and I killed. I think it’s time for the world to know the truth untold by the Church.’ Walking around the table, Sophie pointed towards two blocks of paper. ‘Look at these. I’m sure it will spark your interest.’

Coming to a stop beside Sophie, Domitilla took one of the books in her hands and shifted through its pages carefully, as it was ancient. Shouldn’t I be using some gloves for this? It was her immediate thought, but it vanished as soon as she noticed the title at the first page. ‘The Secret Gospel of Mary Magdalene?! Is this even true? Did she really write this?’

‘She did’, Sophie answered in a soft tone, full of admiration. ‘But, of course, Simon Peter founded his precious Church without including her witness in the official New Testament, which is quite a blasphemy. The irony of this!’ Sophie’s anger could be felt in the air and in her voice. ‘In the other one you’ll find her late diary — her memories and experiences after the death of Jesus, most precisely. And the start of the Priori, although it was named only years later.’

‘This is incredible!’ Domitilla was fascinated by Mary Magdalene’s writings and all the repercussions that would come with their revelation. ‘Are you sure I can use these on my research?’

‘Yes, please! It’s a great burden to guard all of this in secret’, Sophie said as she gestured around the library. ‘Just don’t reveal any recent names… as bold as I am to release all this knowledge to the world, I’m still not ready to die’, she continued cryptically. ‘And I’m certain that there are still some other secret organizations ready to finish my lineage.’

‘Your lineage?’ Domitilla asked, confused for a second. ‘Oh. My. God! You’re a descendant from Mary Magdalene?! And from Jesus?!’ She was amazed by that discovery and felt very honoured now that she knew the truth. ‘Wow… don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. Well, part of it, at least!’

Domitilla sat on the chair by the table and rummaged through the ancient pages, taking notes in her small notebook and taking pictures of important passages with her cell phone. She even found a well-kept family tree — it started with the names of Jesus and Mary Magdalene, followed by their only child, Deborah, passing through the Merovingian kings, until they stopped with the names of Sophie Neveu and her brother.

Throughout the next hours, Sophie helped Domitilla to gather all the necessary information needed for her academic work, even though she made sure to welcome her into the library another time, if needed.

It was breaking dawn when Domitilla finally left the Rosslyn Chapel.

The Original Rosslyn Inn, Roslin (Scotland) – 3:27 pm

After a warm shower, a snack, and a few hours of sleep, Domitilla Flores finally sat in front of her laptop to transfer her data to a secure platform and start putting her research findings into an organized and readable text. As promised, she left Sophie and her close family members’ names out of her paper, but mentioned Deborah, which was Jesus and Mary Magdalene’s only daughter, and a few more people that she found important to the story. Even though there was an entire chapter to the story of Mary Magdalene and her relationship with Jesus, which culminated in the creation of the Priori of Sion, there was also a chapter regarding the changes Simon Peter did to the Church. As Mary Magdalene’s witness — and disregarded gospel — could prove, there was a wish from Jesus to include women actively into the faith, something that was erased from the New Testament Scriptures and the Church as we know it when Simon Peter took the lead after the Lord’s sacrifice.

In the following weeks, Domitilla travelled to France, where she decided to finish her manuscript and take pictures of a few landscapes that could be incorporated in her publication, since her research mentioned Mary Magdalene’s journey to the country. One particularly image that she added was the front of the Musée du Louvre, focusing on the giant pyramid — it was a secret allusion to the inverted one and what lies underneath: the tomb of Mary Magdalene.

Carrousel du Louvre, Paris (France) – 6:45 pm

Six weeks had passed since Domitilla Flores met Sophie Neveu, and the final version of the manuscript was completed, at last. The historian was careful enough to erase any data from her cell phone and laptop, leaving the research in a safe and cryptographed platform. There were a few copies that she sent to Sophie and to Robert Langdon, just to be sure that it would not be misplaced. It was rightfully named as The Wild Girl and the Truth Untold.

Feeling like her purpose was accomplished, Domitilla left the hotel for one last walk through Paris, which led her towards the Carrousel du Louvre, an underground shopping mall where the inverted glass pyramid could be found. It was near to the closing time, so there were few people around the lobby, which made it easier for the historian to kneel before the small stone pyramid situated right below the inverted one.

‘Thank you’, she said in a soft tone so nobody else could hear her words. ‘You fought for us in your time, even though no one would listen to your pleas. But now the world will finally be aware of your story — your true story.’

With a final measure, Domitilla concluded her visit to Mary Magdalene’s secret tomb and left the small shopping mall. Her heels echoed on the floor at every confident step, resounding the certainty that she had done what was right in memory of Mary Magdalene and for all women out there around the globe.

As she walked down the streets of Paris, admiring the view one last time before going to the airport to travel back to the United States of America, she did not notice the mysterious figure that silently followed her steps, all cladded in black.

•

Hello, friends! 💖 I hope you liked this story as much as I did in writing it, as it is about a theme that I do not usually write — or even read — about. It was, however, quite interesting and fun to mix these two fandoms! Please, let me know all your thoughts about it! Acknowledgements: A very grateful thanks to my English Literature III Professor, for giving me the opportunity to read texts that I usually wouldn’t choose for myself. I really loved to read them! And a warm thanks to you, who took the time to read my story.

[acecubus]

u know I love the thought that Vessel might have watched the Da Vinci Code back in 2006 while he was a teen and got so fascinated by the story that he now, 19 years later, created such massive lore for his Sleep universe (which is basically an AU to our world) and HE CAN FINALLY SHARE IT AND PEOPLE ARE SO INVESTED.

because same, bro, same, love u Vessel

bet he is watching us with a huge smile on that adorable face

[thecuriousbeauty]

Different Frequencies- Part II (Harry Styles!au x autistic!reader)

Synopsis- College heartthrob and football captain Harry Styles needs extra credit to survive the year. His only shot? Mentoring Y/N, a brilliant but blunt autistic student who couldn’t care less about his charm. What starts as an obligation soon sparks something neither of them expected.

A/N:- Thanks for the love on Part 1 guys! There will probably be another two parts to it. Here's Part 2, hope you enjoy! If you haven't read part 1, here's the link to it- Part 1

Word count:- 5379

Warnings: Physical abuse, meltdowns, some angst and fluff.

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The library was nearly empty, bathed in golden sunlight slicing through the high windows. At a corner table near the art section, y/n sat hunched over her sketchbook, her headphones resting loosely around her neck. It wasn’t on, it was just there. A pencil danced between her fingers, making sharp, clean lines across textured paper.

Harry spotted her before she spotted him.

He hadn’t planned to look for her today. No mentor session. No extra credit.

He walked over quietly, stopping beside her table.

“Hey, Da Vinci,” he said lightly, tipping his head toward the sketchbook. “You drawin’ world domination or somethin’ prettier?”

Y/N didn’t jump. She glanced up, briefly made eye contact, then looked back down. “World domination would be pretty?”

Harry just smiled at her honest question, “You could make anything look pretty.”

Flirty. Harry could be flirty, Zayn had warned her. She chose to ignore him.

“It’s a city made of sound.”, she replies quietly.

Harry blinked. “A what?”

She turned the sketchbook toward him. A skyline spread across the page, but not made of buildings. It was composed of waveforms, musical notations, color-coded sections that resembled sound patterns. There was a rhythm in the way it rose and fell, like it pulsed.

“Each building is a sound. Red is warmth. Yellow is distraction. Blue is... quiet.”

Harry sat across from her slowly, eyes scanning the page.

“That’s insane,” he said, meaning it in the best way. “You think in colors like this all the time?”

She shrugged. “Not always. Sometimes. It helps make things less loud.”

He nodded, thoughtful. No jokes. No smug grin. Just awe.

Before he could say more, someone walked up behind her. Tall, dark-haired, with a backpack slung lazily over one shoulder.

“Hello,” Zayn said, voice casual, as he dropped a soft side hug onto Y/N’s shoulder. “Hi Zayn!”, she replies brightly.

She didn’t flinch. Didn’t stiffen. She leaned into the hug, just for a second. 

Harry raised an eyebrow. “That’s rare,” he said, nodding toward the hug. “She usually threatens to stab me with a pencil if I get within a foot.”

Zayn laughed, sliding into the seat beside her. “She’s been threatening me since second grade. Took her a decade to allow a side hug.” Zayn looks sideways at his best friend. “You two are getting along pretty well too, aren’t ya?”

“Harry asks too many questions.”, she says, and Zayn chuckles. 

“Yeah, I can be annoying, but you haven’t told me to stop.” Harry wiggles his eyebrows. “Wouldn’t you say we’re great friends now?”

y/n was focusing on the drawing, but she was listening. She takes a minute to think before saying, “Friends, yeah.”

Zayn laughs as Harry’s face falls. “Oh well.”, he sighs and answers his phone as it rings. “Yeah, mate?”

Harry’s eyes furrow as he curses, “That dick. Yeah I’m coming.” He hangs up as he mutters, “Fucking asshole-”

“Harry! No cursing, and it’s the library! So shh!”, y/n glares at him. Harry gets up with his hands out, defensively. “I’m sorry, Cherry, I gotta go anyway. Something came up. Meet you tomorrow at 2.”

She lifted her head up to give him a small wave, that made him smile and give her one back. “See you around, Zayn.”

“Yup, see ya.”

 Zayn noticed the tiny flicker of her eyes tracking Harry until he disappeared through the main doors.

The moment he was gone, Zayn turned to her, smirking.

“Sooooo…” he started, drawing out the word.

y/n didn’t look up. “No.”

“You didn’t even let me ask.”

“It’s still no.”

“Come on. You like him.”

She finally glanced up. “I tolerate him..”

“Tolerate?” Zayn teased. “You didn’t even flinch when he sat across from you. You let him sit with you in class and ask you questions. You didn’t hit him with your sketchbook.”

“He’s good, he doesn’t make fun of me..,” she muttered, closing her book carefully.

“Well, he’s clearing your bar. With swagger, too.”

y/n sighed. “What bar?”

“What I mean is that, finally, it looks like my best friend has an interest in someone!”

“Nope.”, she said but there was the faintest smile there, reluctant and secret. She stood, tucking her sketchbook into her backpack.

Zayn slung an arm around her shoulders as they headed toward the parking lot.

“Let me hug you like a normal person.”

“No.”

“What if I promise to stop talking about Harry?”

“Double no.”

“You wound me.”

She snorted. He bumped her gently with his shoulder.

“It’s good, though,” he said after a pause. “You letting people in, even just a little.”

“Let’s not make it a speech.”

“Fine,” Zayn grinned. “But if he breaks your heart, I will break his knees.”

She didn’t answer, but she didn’t push him away either. That was anwer enough. “Movie night at my place?”, she offers, and Zayn grins happily. “Do you need to ask? I’m always down!”

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In the locker room across campus, the mood was different.

Shouting echoed off the tiled walls. Harry stepped into the room to see two players squared off. One red-faced and furious, the other smirking, arms crossed.

Darren.

“That’s enough!” Harry barked, shoving his way between them.

The younger player backed off immediately, still scowling. Darren didn’t move.

“You wanna act like a damn child?” Harry snapped. “Pick fights like we’re in a high school locker room?”

Darren just leaned against the wall, nonchalant. “He mouthed off.”

“You pushed him into the lockers.”

“Barely.”

Harry’s jaw clenched.

“This is the third time, Darren. Next one, you're benched. Fourth? You're off the team.”

Darren scoffed. “You’re not the coach.”

“No,” Harry said evenly, “but I’m the captain. And I’ve got enough pull to make sure you’re gone. Try me.”

Darren’s smirk widened, slow and mocking.

“You gonna cry about it to Coach? Or maybe that little pet project of yours, what’s her name? y/n the freak?”

Harry’s expression darkened instantly. He stepped closer.

“Watch it.”

“Relax,” Darren said with a snort, pushing off the wall. “Didn’t know she needed a bodyguard.”

He brushed past Harry and walked out, laughter echoing behind him, the kind that wasn’t amused, just cruel.

Harry stood there a beat longer, fists clenched. He didn't know yet just how deep Darren’s cruelty ran, but something told him this wasn’t the last time their paths would clash.

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It was quiet on the east side of campus, where the older buildings stood, all ivy-covered brick and rusted window frames. Y/N always came this way before her sessions with Harry. The walk was longer, but it was quieter. No one shouting across lawns. No earbuds blaring in passing ears. Just gravel crunching underfoot and the low hum of distant traffic.

She liked the stillness. She could think here.

Y/N rounded the corner of the building slowly, tucking her sketchbook under her arm. She had a new piece to show Harry, something calmer than yesterday’s city of sound. She’d used only blue this time. Layers of it. Textured. Like silence painted in water.

That’s when she heard it. It wasn’t loud, but sharp. A voice, cut off mid-sentence. Then a thud. Her head snapped toward the alley between the arts building and the storage annex.

A girl stumbled back against the wall.

y/n froze.

It was Leah, a girl from her design theory class. Always kind, always softly spoken. Her portfolio was filled with soft pastels and tiny, intricate patterns.

Leah’s back was pressed hard to the bricks, one hand raised like she was trying to make herself smaller.

Darren stood in front of her.

Even from a distance, y/n could tell it was him. Tall, broad, that ever-present tension in his shoulders like he was always one second away from snapping.

“Don’t talk to me like that again,” he hissed. “I don’t care who was watching.”

Leah said something, too quiet for y/n to hear and Darren stepped forward fast.

His hand didn’t hit her, not exactly. But it grabbed her wrist hard enough that she gasped. He yanked her forward, whispered something with a snarl in his voice, then shoved her back. Not enough to knock her down but enough that she staggered.

y/n’s fingers dug into her sketchbook. Her pulse roared in her ears. She even noticed a bruise forming on Leah’s right cheek, had he hit her before she stumbled upon them? She didn’t move. Didn’t speak. She just watched, locked in place by something cold and familiar.

Her father’s voice, sharp and sudden. Her mother’s stillness. The day the door closed, and no one came back.

Darren turned, storming off down the path, and y/n flinched as his footsteps pounded past her without even noticing she was there.

Leah stayed frozen against the wall for a second longer, then quickly wiped her face and walked the other way.

Y/N didn’t call out. She just stood there, sketchbook pressed against her chest like a shield, mouth open slightly. She had to get out of there.

y/n walked briskly, her hands clenched into fists at her sides, shoulders tight with tension. Her breathing was shallow, controlled, but barely. The image of Leah’s frightened eyes and Darren’s aggressive grip looped in her mind like a broken record.

She didn’t know how she got to the room. Only that she pushed open the door, her limbs stiff and cold, and stepped inside.

Harry was already there, which was rare as he always comes late. He looked up, smirking.

“Well, look who’s late for once,” he teased, tapping his watch. “I was starting to think you got abducted by the math department.”

Silence.

She didn’t smile. Didn’t roll her eyes or tuck her hair behind her ear like she usually did. She just stood there for a second, frozen near the door, eyes unfocused.

Harry’s smile dropped halfway. “Hey,” he said, more gently now. “You alright?”

Still nothing.

She moved to her seat, mechanically. Set her bag down too carefully. Sat without looking up. Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for her pen, then changed her mind and placed it flat on the table instead.

Harry watched her. Really watched her.

y/n was quiet, yes. She often needed time to warm into a session, to speak, or even meet his gaze. But this was different. This stillness wasn’t peace. It was something else. Like she was somewhere else entirely.

He leaned forward, elbows on the table. “Cherry?”

She couldn’t form words. Harry gasps softly when he notices that her eyes are welling up. “Did something happen?”

The walls were closing in.

Y/N’s breath hitched as her fingers dug into the sleeve of her sweater, knuckles white. The air felt too loud, the ticking of the clock, the faint hum of the lights, even Harry’s quiet breathing across from her. It all pressed in.

“I-” she croaked, then stopped.

Harry was concerned now, but he didn’t want to rush her. “Take your time. You’re safe, yeah?”

But her body didn’t believe him.

She shook her head. “It… it reminded me-” Her voice broke. “I can’t-I don’t wanna be here, I can’t be here-”

“Okay,” Harry said quickly, pushing back his chair just a bit to give her space. “Okay, no problem. You don’t have to stay. You can leave, if that’s what you want-”

“Call Zayn,” she gasped out. “Please. Call Zayn. I need Zayn to take me home.”

Harry was already reaching for his phone. “Yeah, yeah-of course. I’ll call him.”

She was rocking now, ever so slightly, her hands over her ears, not pressing hard, but enough to dim the world.

Harry found Zayn’s contact, the only reason he had it was because Zayn had given it to him telling him he might need it for emergencies. This qualified as an emergency, didn’t it?

One ring. Two. Straight to voicemail.

“C’mon, c’mon,” Harry muttered. He tried again. Nothing.

He looked up. “y/n… I can’t reach him. He’s not picking up.”

Her eyes widened, panic flickering across her face. “No. No, he was-he said he’d-he’s supposed to-”

“I know,” Harry said gently. “He probably thought the session would run longer. He’ll be here soon. But until then, I can-”

“No,” she snapped, too loud for her own ears, flinching. “No, I don’t want- I need Zayn.”

Harry swallowed hard. This wasn’t about him. He knew that.

But it was about being there. About doing something. Anything.

“I’m not trying to replace him,” he said carefully, voice softer than ever. “I just… I don’t want you to be alone while you’re feeling like this.”

Tears were streaming down her face now, but she wasn’t sobbing. Just shaking, as though the world inside her was coming apart in slow motion.

Harry pulled his hoodie off and held it out gently. “Here. Just while we wait. You don’t have to talk. Or look at me. Just, here.”

She stared at it. Then, after a long moment, reached out and took it with trembling hands, pulling it over her own. It was warm. It smelled faintly of him- something clean, earthy, familiar.

Harry sat back down, not too close, not too far.

He kept his phone on the table, screen facing up, so she could see it.

“I’ll keep calling,” he said quietly. “I promise. I could drive you home, Cherry, I don’t mind.”, he adds, eyes going to her trembling hands. Harry gently slid his hand over hers, warm and steady. He didn’t squeeze. Didn’t shift. Just held it, his thumb brushing the back of her hand lightly, not to soothe, but to say I’m here.

And to his surprise… she didn’t flinch.

Her breath hitched again, but this time, a little less like panic and more like relief. The shaking didn’t stop entirely, but it slowed, like her body was listening to something her mind hadn’t caught up to yet.

Harry swallowed.

He had held hands a hundred times before. With girls he’d dated, friends, strangers at parties who needed help down stairs. But this? This wasn’t like that.

This was delicate. Like holding a bird that might fly away the second you tried too hard.

“H-Harry.”

 His phone was ringing. Still holding one of her hands, he answers the phone with the other. 

“Is everything okay?”, Zayn asks him on the other side.

“Uh, something happened. y/n wants to go home, could you come pick her up?”

“Of course! I’ll be there in two minutes, what do you mean something happened? What did you do? Is she okay?”

Harry takes a deep breath, swallowing his urge to snap back at Zayn for assuming the worst from him. “Just get here, okay?”

Zayn was there in less than 2 minutes. His gaze landed on his best friend, and he rushed to her side, “y/n, god I’m so sorry I should have been here. Are you okay?” He sits on the seat right next to her and she lets go of Harry’s hand to hug Zayn as his arms wrap around her, pulling her into his embrace. She let herself melt into his arms, the tension in her back easing only slightly. Her hands gripped the fabric of his shirt like an anchor.

“Zayn..”

“I’m here, shh..”, Zayn soothes, and Harry watches. Zayn narrowed his eyes at him. “The fuck did you do?”

“Nothing. I-”

“You were the only one with her. Did you say something to her? She-”

“-Zayn. No, no..Harry helped.”, y/n manages to get out. “Stop, please. Wanna go home.”

“Okay.”, he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Let’s get out of here.”

Then she left with Zayn, his arm tight around her shoulders as they disappeared down the hallway.

Harry sat back down in the empty room, wishing he could go with them. But he also could not stop wondering what had made her feel so horrible.

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The ride home was quiet.

Zayn glanced at her now and then from the driver’s seat, his hand resting on the gearshift near hers, not touching, just there. She hadn’t said a word since leaving the college. She just curled into the passenger seat, Harry’s oversized hoodie still wrapped around her, face turned to the window.

He wanted to ask. God, he wanted to ask.

But he didn’t.

She was safe now. That had to be enough.

When they pulled into the driveway, he helped her out of the car without a word. y/n walked slowly, like she wasn’t fully in her body yet. Zayn opened the door with the key her mom had given him long ago and guided her inside.

“y/n?” her mother called from the kitchen, footsteps approaching. “Sweetheart, you’re-”

She stopped when she saw her daughter.

y/n didn’t speak. Didn’t explain. Just walked forward until she reached her mother, burying her face into her chest, arms wrapping tightly around her waist.

“Oh, baby,” her mom whispered, immediately holding her close. “It’s alright. I��ve got you.”

y/n didn’t cry this time. She was past the peak of the wave now, just exhausted. Her knees buckled slightly, and her mom led her gently to the couch.y/n curled up beside her, resting her head in her mother’s lap like she used to as a child. Her mother ran fingers through her hair, slow and rhythmic, not asking a thing.

Zayn stood off to the side for a moment, arms crossed tightly over his chest.

He wanted answers.

But y/n’s face was soft now, her eyes already slipping closed, comforted by the only two people in the world she’d let see her undone.

So he just said, “She didn’t say what happened. But she was shaking. Panicked. I think… she saw something.”

Her mom nodded, expression serious, but not surprised. “She’ll talk when she’s ready.”

Zayn lingered for a moment more, then nodded and sat nearby, close enough to be there, far enough to give her space.

And y/n, wrapped in silence and soft hands, finally let sleep take her.

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y/n sat on the low stone ledge outside the library, her notebook open in her lap but untouched. The page was blank, just like her mind.

Well, not blank. Crowded. With thoughts. With guilt. With her.

Leah’s smile in class that morning had been bright, too bright, wrapped around Darren’s arm like nothing had ever happened. Like he hadn’t grabbed her. Like she hadn’t flinched.

Maybe it wasn’t what she thought. Maybe it was just a fight. Maybe Leah wanted to stay. Maybe it wasn’t her place to interfere.But then again… her father had smiled in front of people too. That hadn’t stopped what happened when the doors closed.

She glanced around, eyes scanning for Zayn like she always did. But he wasn’t there today. She was alone.

Or… so she thought.

“Hey.”

She flinched slightly at the familiar voice.

Harry.

Of course.

She kept her head down, tried to focus on her notebook like she was busy, like nothing had happened. But her hands gave her away, stiff, tight around the pen.

He walked over slowly, giving her room. “Hey,” he said again, softer this time. “Can we talk?”

She shook her head, almost immediately. “I’m fine.”

Harry sat beside her anyway, not close enough to overwhelm, but close enough that she’d know he wasn’t leaving.

“You don’t have to pretend with me.”

y/n didn’t answer. Her eyes stayed on the page.

He waited for a beat. “You think I see you differently now.”

She looked up, startled.

“You think because I saw you upset, or scared, or hurting… I see you as broken,” Harry said, his voice calm but clear. “Or weird. Or… whatever other word you’ve been called before.”

She didn’t deny it.

Her fingers curled into the edge of her hoodie sleeve. “I don’t… I don’t want you to think I’m… like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like a freak.”

The word hit the air like a dropped glass.

Harry turned fully toward her then, eyebrows drawn together. “You’re not.”

She scoffed and looked away.

“I mean it,” he said firmly. “You’re not. And I’m not like them.”

Her eyes flicked back to his, cautious.

He wasn’t saying it to make her feel better. He meant it. That was the difference. He wasn’t talking to her like she was fragile, just like someone who mattered.

“You don’t have to tell me what happened, but if somebody hurt you..I-” Harry took a breath, thinking of the right words. “I would like to have a word with them.”

y/n cracked a small smile. “Why?”

“Cause you’re my friend, duh? Friends stand up for each other, Cherry.” Her smile widens when she hears that. From the time she can remember, she only had Zayn as a friend. y/n hadn’t had the time to discuss with Zayn or her mom about what had happened, so she was hesitant to tell Harry. But then she remembers how sweet he was yesterday, giving her his hoodie and holding her hand.

“I saw Darren and Leah fighting.”, she says, motioning for Harry to come closer and listen. He does, already about to make a comment about Darren but he thinks it’s better to let her complete. 

“He grabbed her wrist and spoke to her very rudely. Very rude. Mean. She was holding a hand to her cheek..so maybe he hit her? I don’t know. But it wasn’t right.”

Harry runs a hand through his hair. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he did. Darren’s not a good guy, always picking up fights and being mean. I thought he was good with Leah though..I mean, the way they make it seem..anyway, what are you going to do about it?”

“I think I should talk to Leah.”

Harry nodded in agreement. “Then we can confront Darren. He’s in the football team, you know, always upto no good. He acts like he’s better than everyone and doesn’t really gel with the team. One more strike and the coach will throw him out of the team.”

“Mean.”, y/n repeats, and Harry smiles, watching her lips press in a small pout, expressing her displeasure. Her hair wasn’t in her usual braid today, it was pulled back in a pony, the gentle wind making her repeatedly push the loose strands away from her face. Harry found it really cute.

Her watch beeped, and she started packing her things. “Which class do you have now?”, Harry asks.

“No class. I have nothing until noon. I’m gonna take a walk.”, she tells him, standing up.”Lake behind the library, I like it there.”

“Oh the hook up spot?”, Harry smirks and she rolls her eyes. “There won’t be many at this time..I hope.”

Harry chuckled and stuffed his hands into his pockets. “Can I come along? I’ll stay quiet.”

y/n shrugged, she was starting to feel like he wasn’t so annoying after all. She walked beside Harry, her hands tucked in the sleeves of her cardigan, eyes lighting up every time she spotted a familiar plant poking through the underbrush.

"That's mugwort," she said, pointing to a patch of tall, silvery-green leaves. "People used to believe it protected travelers from getting lost. And nightmares, too, if you put it under your pillow."

Harry glanced at her, the corners of his mouth tugging into a smile. "Maybe I should start carrying some around. I get lost in the campus parking lot at least twice a week."

She smiled, a small huff of amusement escaping her. Harry kept pace with her, not rushing, just... listening. He liked how her voice changed when she talked about things she cared about. He liked how she noticed the tiny details no one else seemed to.

They rounded a bend in the path, where rain from the day before had left a muddy puddle stretching across the trail. y/n tried to step around it, but her foot caught the edge of a slippery rock. She gasped, arms flailing slightly as she tipped sideways.

Harry reacted instantly, catching her by the waist before she could fall. "Whoa! I got you," he said, steadying her easily.

For a second, they just looked at each other. Her breath shallow from the near-miss, his hands still holding her carefully like she might shatter if he let go too fast. Then, slowly, their fingers slid together. He didn’t pull away, and neither did she.

The path continued, but now they walked hand in hand.

Y/N’s heart beat a little faster, not from the fall, but from the warmth of his palm in hers. She wasn’t used to this kind of touch. But it didn’t feel overwhelming. It felt... grounding.

Harry noticed the way her eyes darted occasionally, like she was still carrying yesterday’s stormclouds. So he squeezed her hand lightly. “Hey, want to hear something kind of dumb?” he offered, his voice playful.

She looked up at him cautiously. “Okay.”

“So, my freshman year, I thought the ‘honors’ lounge was just, like... a really fancy bathroom. I went in there with shampoo and a towel because I thought it had showers or something. Walked in on two people studying thermodynamics while I was holding a loofah.”

She blinked. Then snorted.

Harry grinned. “Yeah. I ran. Fast. Left the loofah behind. I think someone still uses it as a paperweight.”

A soft laugh escaped her, and she covered her mouth, shaking her head.

“That’s... ridiculous,” she said, a little shyly. She realized slowly that Harry shared a piece of information so that she doesn’t have to feel embarrassed. She stole a glance at him, his curls bouncing a little as he walked, his eyes scanning the path ahead but occasionally flicking down to where their hands met. Every time he did, the corner of his mouth quirked, like he couldn’t help but smile at it.

“Um, do you like board games?”, she asked quickly, before she could take back what she was going to ask him.

“Board games? Yeah, sure, why?”, Harry was a little surprised but her answers nevertheless.

“There’s a thing we do on Fridays, Zayn and I. We go to a club for board games, like you know, book clubs. Mostly we go there for snacks. They’re really good.”, she rambles. “Would you, um like to join?”

Harry grinned. He couldn’t imagine how in the beginning he just wanted to get the mentorship classes done as soon as he could to get his extra credit and now he was getting happy the quiet girl is inviting him to something.

“I’m in, you had me at snacks. Are you sure Zayn will be alright with it though? He doesn’t like me very much.”

“Don’t worry about him.”, y/n assures, sitting down on one of the benches near the lake and taking a deep breath as she looks at the still water. It always made her calm. Harry sat next to her quietly until he had to run off for football practice.

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Y/N’s stomach twisted.

She wasn’t someone who confronted people. Conflict made her skin buzz with static. But the image wouldn’t leave her. Leah flinching, Darren’s fingers digging into her wrist, the mark on her cheek.

Y/N stepped forward before she could overthink it.

“Leah,” she said, voice a little higher than normal.

Leah turned, pleasantly surprised. She was walking with her friends to the canteen.

“Can we talk?” y/n asked.

Leah’s smile faltered just a fraction. But she nodded.

Once they were out of earshot, y/n fidgeted with the hem of her sleeve.

“I saw what happened,” she said plainly. “Yesterday. With Darren.”

Leah froze. “W-What, what do you mean?”

y/n continued before she could back out. “You don’t have to explain. Or say anything you’re not ready to. But I just want you to know… I noticed. And I believe you. Even if you’re not ready to say it out loud.”

Leah’s throat moved like she was trying to swallow a stone.

“You saw him?” she whispered. “But… it’s not usually like that. He just-he gets stressed. And sometimes I push his buttons and-”

“No one deserves to be hurt,” y/n said softly, her voice trembling but steady. “Even when it looks like love on the outside.”

Leah’s eyes welled up, and she turned away quickly, brushing at her face. “H-He loves me, you don’t know us. I have to go now.”

“Leah-”

“It’s none of your business, okay? Just stay out of it.”, she said harshly, and then added a quiet, “Please.”

Then she went. y/n sighed watching her go. She couldn’t just leave it like that, knowing that someone is being hurt. Leah trusts Darren too much, she’s blindly in love. y/n thought about what she could do but couldn’t come up with anything. Maybe she’ll ask Zayn and Harry for suggestions. 

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Harry wiped sweat from his forehead with the hem of his shirt, catching sight of Zayn near the vending machines. He almost didn’t say anything, but something gnawed at him.

The way y/n’s breathing had hitched like her whole system had short-circuited.

He walked over.

“Hey.”

Zayn turned, expression neutral. “Hey, Styles.”

Harry glanced around. No one was close enough to hear.

“Can I ask you something?” he said, quieter now.

Zayn folded his arms. “About y/n?”

Harry nodded.

“She told me what she saw, but I felt like there was more to it. I didn’t ask her. I figured if she wanted to tell me, she would. But… I’ve been thinking about it. It wasn’t just sensory overload, was it?”

Zayn studied him for a long moment. Not suspicious, more like measuring how much truth Harry could hold.

“You’re right,” he said finally. “What she saw reminded her of… stuff.”

Harry tilted his head. “What kind of stuff?”

Zayn exhaled through his nose, jaw tightening.

“Her dad used to hurt her mum. Bad. Like hospital bad. When he found out Y/N was autistic, he blamed her for everything, said she was the reason their lives were hard. He left not long after, but not before doing damage that stuck.”

Harry felt his stomach drop.

“He told her she was broken,” Zayn added, voice thick now. “That no one would ever love her ‘the way she is.’”

Harry’s grip on the edge of the vending machine tightened. “Jesus.”

Zayn shrugged, but there was no casualness in it. “She doesn’t talk about it much. But sometimes, when she sees something that reminds her of it, someone hurting someone they claim to love, she freezes. It’s not just memory. It’s her whole nervous system going into lockdown.”

Harry nodded slowly, feeling like he’d just been handed something fragile and sacred.

“I want to help,” he said quietly.

Zayn’s eyes softened. “Then don’t rush her. Let her come to you. And when she does… mean it.”

Harry met his gaze. “I do.”

Zayn gave a short nod, like he’d come to a decision. “She trusts you. I don’t know how fast that happened, but… it means something. Don’t screw it up.”

Then he turned and walked off, leaving Harry alone by the vending machine, the hum of the gym dull in his ears.

He stood there for a moment, hands braced against the metal, heart thudding a little too hard.

He had known there was something more to her, not in a fragile way, but in a layered way. y/n moved through the world like someone who’d had to build her own armor. Not hard-edged, just precise. Measured. Honest in a way that most people weren’t brave enough to be.

And now he understood a little more of why.

She’d let him see the cracks. Not all of them. But enough.

Enough to make him feel the weight of it in his chest, not in a way that scared him off, but in the way you feel when someone trusts you with something real. Something that matters.

Harry pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes and let out a breath. God. He really liked her

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[batmanisagatewaydrug]

okay okay rapid fire spider-verse thots fresh out of the theater, trying to minimize spoilers but jesus

da Vinci-looking Vulture... very cool

the art on Gwen's earth in general is SO cool

in general the animators were just SHAMELESSLY showing off with this one and it rules so hard

Rio Morales animated milf of all time

truly do not understand what all of you see in Miguel tbh that man suuuuuucks!! kill!!

Peter B is also on my shit list tbh. Gwen going along with this is understandable, she's literally a homeless teenager in a bad position to fight against adult spiders making decisions, but Peter... come on dude...

truly they HAD to leave Pav out of the middle of the movie because he would have sided with Miles (you think he would want Inspector Singh to die!! fuck no!!) and he's perfect so he would have just effortlessly swept the floor with every other spider-person

Gwen is flirtatiously trans coded and responds to Spider-Man at least once, congrats to her on the fun gender

Jessica's design is so cool but they made her such a cop... god I hope she's coming around in the next movie

cannot wait to see gifs of this movie slowing down every frame to point out every individual background spider-person

the fucking. the family of it all. Miles' parents afraid to let him grow up and Gwen's dad unable to accept the truth about his daughter and Miguel trying to raise a daughter who wasn't supposed to be his and Peter B's baby girl and Jessica Drew's visible baby bump and the spiders' collective miserable certainty that they are DEFINED by the trauma of losing someone they love.

something something Miles' parents and the spider society have the same problem - being afraid of change from what they thought was The Right Way To Do Things - but Miles' parents love and trust him to make the right choices beyond their understanding while Miguel and the other spiders are too hurt by their own traumas to imagine someone else thriving without it

also fuck all of them the boy's uncle died in front of him after trying to kill him HAS HE NOT SUFFERED ENOUGH

Hobie's soooo annoying (affectionate) but also right about, like, literally everything AND good with babies to boot

the whole ending is so ‼️‼️‼️‼️

the thing with Miles and Uncle Aaron at the end... you know the thing... DELICIOUS au right there tell me everything about that shit

the fucking end man

I've NEVER been in a theater where everyone collectively screamed @ the end of a movie fuck fuck fuck. there's cliffhangers and then there's THIS

[beausling]

˗ˏˋintroducing . . . alt!musician!reader aka vamp´ˎ˗

dresses in a mix of vampire and romantic goth roughly half the time, the other half is dressed in grungy/punk-esque adam sandler core. will talk your ear off about kurt cobain and tupac. loves plants+dries her own flowers. cali sober. practices witchcraft. was once homeless for a short period of time and slept in graveyards. big cities+gulf coast. argues with jensen when he mischaracterizes dean. 999. tattoos and piercings. pain au chocolat enjoyer. #1 da vinci code trilogy lover. played alto sax in middle and high school band.

𖤐 jackles’ controversially young!gf smau series masterlist

𖤐 playlist . . . coming soon

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Any fics based on art mysteries or heists? Or like the Da Vinci Code?

Here are two con artist/heist stories. None for the Da Vinci Code. ~Jen

An Unwritten Life by glass parade

An adaptation of the movie “The Brothers Bloom” – Blaine and Cooper are brothers and con artists, committing crimes worldwide with explosives expert Santana in tow. But Blaine wants out of the life, while Cooper wants to pull off one last con – and for his mark, he’s selected reclusive automotive heir Kurt Hummel. With Coop’s promise to finally let him go in hand, Blaine sets the hook and reels Kurt into a madcap global adventure in lies, violence, death…and love.

~~~~~~

Catch Me If You Can by @afterthenovels

In the end, catching Kurt Hummel is definitely not what Blaine expected.

Special Agent Blaine Anderson catches con-man and art thief extraordinaire Kurt Hummel twice, and on the second time they strike a deal. They’re supposed to just solve white collar crimes together, but they might even end up solving each other in the process.

A White Collar AU.

Note: There are 9 more stories in this verse HERE.

[starr-251]

Da Vinci Code Alcroft AU

Mycroft Holmes, an Oxford symbolism professor, is suddenly involved in a murder case.

The victim? Sebastian Moran, the curator of the Louvre.

The prime suspect? Mycroft himself.

All gets more complicated when Albert Moriarty, a french cryptologist, gets involved.

Mycroft discovers that Albert has personal stakes in the case. Sebastian was his best friend and legal guardian.

He took Albert in after a car crash killed his parents and his three younger brothers.

But Sebastian left clues in the Museum about a secret society related to the Holy Grail, and it's their job to find it and find his murderer.

Ok, now I'm tired. A few more highlights:

James is Sebastian's partner and the one who raised Albert's younger brothers, William and Louis, in secret.

That's right, they didn't die. The parents and the original William did though.

The guardians are Fred Porlock, Jack Renfield and Vivian Moneypenny (let's pretend women can be guardians).

The crazy monk is Billy (don't worry, he lives), and the bishop is Zach Patterson.

Sherlock is the Holy Grail expert that they consult, and John is his loyal servant.

In this AU, he's not a villain. He and William are working together to protect the Grail from everyone, and Sebastian and the guardians were planning to divulge the secret, so they were killed.

Albert and Mycroft have to choose between their brothers and justice.

However, before they decide on anything, James reports that Sherlock and William ran away to America, to never be seen again.

Sebastian's and the guardian's memory lives on in Mycroft and Albert.

Also, big thanks to @neversleepingagain , for planting this idea rent-free in my mind.

[3fluffies]

New(ish) Fics: Angels Series (Angels & Demons AU)

I've received an incredible opportunity from generous fanwriter @amythestice - permission to adopt a long-hiatused story series and make it my own to complete!

The Angels Series: An Angels & Demons movie AU focused on Camerlengo Patrick McKenna.

Angels Rising: Camerlengo Patrick McKenna makes the ultimate act of sacrifice in taking the anti-matter away from the crowds in St Peter's square. He's as confused as anyone when he doesn't die.

Angels Awakening: Patrick McKenna is now Pope, but strange things are starting to happen to him. Follow up to Angels Rising.

A little background: So, a few months back, I caught up with the rest of civilization and finally got around to watching The Da Vinci Code (never could get into the book). I wasn't that wild about it, but entertained enough to move on to the next film, Angels & Demons.

And I found that Angels & Demons starred a longtime muse of mine: Ewan McGregor, as the charismatic, intriguing, and inexcusably attractive priest, Camerlengo Patrick McKenna.

Without spoilers, needless to say, I was irritated by the "twist" ending even though I saw it coming relatively early. So I popped over to AO3 and ff.net to peruse the fanfic offerings of this meager fandom, and there, I found the Angels Series...started in 2011, un-updated since 2013.

This series gave me an AU ending I vastly preferred and incorporated full-blown supernatural elements that triggered a massive muse attack. I lamented that it was unlikely to be finished, and eventually got up the courage to do something incredibly presumptuous that I've never or even considered doing before: I reached out to the author, @amythestice, and asked if she would consider letting me join as co-author or adopt the series to complete it.

To my elation and awe, she said yes. And here we are. I will be completing Angels Awakening and otherwise adding to and completing the series. I'm so excited and grateful for this amazing chance.

Note to My Hunger Games Series Readers: Do not be alarmed. I have not abandoned The Phoenix Mockingjay and its in-progress Mockingjay AU, Songs of War. Just needed to give it a brief hiatus (I promise to update by the end of the year) and take a change of pace, as I wasn't happy with how the first few chapters are looking. They need a substantial rewrite, and I have decided to let them sit fallow for a couple of months so I can look at it again with fresh eyes in a few weeks.

[hyperactivewhore]

what’s the most unhinged things that’s happened in your dr?

Shifting content 😻

Well, I haven't shifted yet (tho I'm definitely going to) because the only attempt I do at it is go to sleep and hope to wake up in my dr lmao. Which can work btw, but you gotta set the intention to and I don't even do that.

But I'm still gonna take the opportunity to talk about my drs (they're so good even if they're Wattpad coded, I promise 😭) because I love them and I need to get out of this shitty reality as soon as I can.

My main reality (not the one I'm shifting tho rn) is a tvd one, where I'll permashift and I'm basically the daughter of Hecate in that dr aka the reason to make myself as overpowered as possible (yes I made myself more powerful than Hope deal with it, I'm literally a goddess in that reality). Given that is the dr where I'll stay forever, it's the last one I'll shift to. But my s/o is Klaus and I'm having his tribrid child because no child of mine is being born on this rat hole and I literally love Hope. But it's so cool, I created a new family so I don't have to be part of the main families of tvdu and I basically script those siblings in almost every reality.

Btw, if someone shifts to tvd as well, please script Damon doesn't rape Caroline/Andy and that Katherine doesn't rape Stefan either. And script out the racist shit the Mikaelson are always pulling on Marcel as well as Klaus (and any other Mikaelson tbh) treating Marcel like he's family and not making any blood distinction between him and Hope.

My fame dr is practically those siblings I mentioned earlier and characters of the tvdu in a human au. I'm dating Klaus as well in this reality, and I'm basically the most successful actress and singer of the century (I need my main moment leave me alone). Klaus is a successful painter, at the level of Picasso, van Gogh, Dalí, da Vinci etc. Rebekah is the most famous models of Victoria's Secret, Elijah is one of the best lawyers, Kol is a professional magician and Finn and Freya manage a luxurious company. In other ways, they're famous Kardashian level, as well as my family.

Their parents, Dahlia and Henrik are still dead though lmao. Rip

And I scripted out Julie Pl*c, JK R*wling and Rick Riordan as well. And I basically attributed Harry Potter, Percy Jackson and a lot more to a poc woman named Elia Lennox. I changed everything about hp and pjo btw, they're not problematic books in my dr at all and I added a lot of representation, diversity as well as subplots.

And I asked an ai a way to eat meat that doesn't come from animal abuse and scripted it into my dr. Short explanation: scientists grow meat in a controlled environment using animal cells, without the need to raise and slaughter live animals.

But going back to your point, idk. I like to script scenarios I see in tumblr (especially the ones from @klausysworld 🙈), but perhaps is the one where I run over Klaus with my car and throw him off a bridge in my tvd dr. I need that enemies to lovers trope and he's an complete asshole anyway.

Or perhaps the scenario I scripted where the Mikaelson "go poor" for a week and they have to come live at our house and I suddenly have to share my bedroom with Klaus. Dw they get rich again, think about it as if their bank account was suddenly hacked by no reason other than karma. Or perhaps witches, who knows.

Ah, I love my stupid fanfic drs that make absolutely no sense. They're so ❤️💗🌷🌼💛 and ☠️💥💢🕳️💀 at the same time.

[growling]

kokolight (vivia x yuma ) annnnd kokohell

kokolight:

Don’t Ship I

1. Why don’t you ship it?

Vivia is such a nothing character to me there is nothing that would make me in any way interested in whatever it is he has to say. I hope a lammergeier drops a turtle on him. Also I usually do not care for the agency I am so sorry Yomi brain makes me violent

2. What would have made you like it?

if Vivia tried to kill him more times and more violently. or if he showed any amount of interest in Yuma before chapter 4. or if Vivia wasn't Vivia but was instead replaced by director of the peacekeepers Yomi Hellsmile from Master Detective Archives: Rain Code

3. Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?

ummmmmmm uhhhhh well its not atrocious. it doesn't make me mad or anything i guess the height difference is poggers as always. i appreciate the murder

kokohell:

Ship It

1. What made you ship it?

mashing the main boy and the (secondary) antagonist together the old sacred fandom tradition. aside from that i do not rember :( also vibes.

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

auuughhhh uhhh where do i start. you'll have to ask me in a hyperspecific way if you want any coherent answer... guess the height difference is poggers as always. yuma could just walk up into his cape pull it over himself and just hide there . and the fact that yuma is just makoto with a few less extra steps. would yomi just start noticing little things that make him always get reminded of makoto for some reason, or is he just near completely oblivious and if/when he finds out that yuma is his original would he go through all five stages of grief aka denial, denial, denial, denial and acceptance. also i BEG all of the raincoders to just think a little while longer about homunculus x human relationships. like... how does yomi handle the whole *gestures* thingy. or does he not handle it. the dynamic is also real funny and glorious and i (or we... whatever.....) think i popped off with this one. yomi deserves a pathetic tiny fragile purse dog he can pick up like a hamburger and carry everywhere to show off to people like "check out my little pogchamp isnt he so mouse shaped" and yuma deserves an extremely aggressive large guard dog that meows sometimes because good lord that scrawny thing needs at least some semblance of protection at all times. and i said semblance because yomi gets punched once and falls over on the ground scream crying he will not save him in a dire situation. its moreso the intimidation factor you know the illusion of safety. he won't actually be safe with him alone they need a goon entourage. also i made up an entire kokohell au once where yuma instead becomes a peacekeeper and steals seth's job i guess thats also a thing

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

are there. any popular opinions on kokohell. its just me, three other guys on tumbler, and one other japanese guy from pixiv/twitter that draws them with more raw skill than leonardo da vinci. yuma tops

[inchidentally]

please… i am bewitched by your vestal virgins au tag… i would love to hear any other thoughts you have about them… something about landoscar being so creepily in sync yet sacred and coveted yet used for the glory of the team all at the same time makes me go crazy

anon thank you bc this au has been my obsession and I know it’s out of nowhere and doesn’t make a whole lot of sense so I’m glad someone else likes it <3

I wrote this post I’m not sure if you saw w a verrrry loose historical superstructure bc in my head Zak had a simmering idea after reading the da Vinci Code books (prob the movies) and was like hmmmm is there some element of classical history I could use to bring McLaren to glory once more? he beats everyone to getting Lando, being assured of his purity and generational talent as a start. then padre Andrea (and somehow working in that his last name means ‘star’) is enlisted to help under the guise of team principal and something something Italian connections something Mark something the pale beautiful and dangerous Oscar is spirited away under cover of preliminary contract from an unworthy Alpine to McLaren. where padre Andrea joins their soft hands in the bowels of MTC and by their youthful sacrament the flame of Vesta is lit once more and imbues the two boys with uncanny power allure and telepathic ability. it operates through them largely outside their control but when they are together against the Coarse Men of Formula 1 they become a terrifying force. Max having some remnant of sacred to him sensed it when the two creatures almost crushed his life out at the first turn in Suzuka (i think or was it Qatar ajabsjdbj). from then on he warned that McLaren would be the sneak attack on him.

I’ve got Charles as sacrificial lamb in the church of Ferrari who feels like he should belong to the vestals but never will. Lewis who has helped forged the divine feminine in the sport looks upon the vestals with pride. the rest are The Men and every now and then a glimpse or a trick of light will show the slim young McLaren creatures transformed into a unified being, lit from within and smilingly wishing a swift destruction on their opponents.

and then like we catch them drawing matching sigils in the air and communicating with their eyes when confronted with the media

anyway it’s so badly constructed and I’m so in love with it and they’re so naturally creepy and strange at times it’s just perfect

[fixaidea]

So this is basically Crossover Central here, and I was contemplating which combo I've written over the years is the most bonkers, but then I thought, hey, why not let you guys decide?

So here are all the crossover fanfic I've written (as in, sat down, typed up and posted to a fic hosting site and not just shitposted about on Tumblr), from oldest to newest, starting in 2015:

(Also what I mean by crossover here is a story where the characters of the different canons interact, otherwise I'd just call them an AU.)

Harry Potter/LotR (Now lost to time and the death of the platform it was posted on.)

Death Note/Discworld

Death Note/The Master and Margarita

Harry Potter/Les Misérables

LotR/Astérix

American Gods/Miss Marple

Maurice/Master and Margarita

Maurice/BBC Sherlock

MDZS/Star Wars

Harry Potter/TGCF

Discworld/MDZS

TGCF/MDZS

Guardian/DMBJ

DMBJ/Discworld

DMBJ/The Da Vinci Code

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Im puttin this here for y'all. The Twin Vintner AU series is here, as well as my Pete's Meteor and Da Vinci Code series ☺️

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le da Vinci Code parle au chat à l'éléphant et à la chouette

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Stay: M Social Hotel Auckland

If Auckland hotels were living rooms, M Social would be the cool one with a harbour view, snacks on the table, and a robot butler! 🤖

Last Saturday night, my cousin Karen, my daughter Kaydes, and I checked in - again - to one of our favourite Auckland haunts: M Social. We’ve stayed here a bunch of times over the past couple of years, and honestly? It just keeps delivering the goods. The views, the convenience, the vibe - M Social just gets us. At this point, why would we even bother staying anywhere else?!

When Hari Met Kaydes

…or rather, vice versa. From the moment we now step into the lobby at M Social, Kaydes makes a beeline for Hari - the hotel’s ever-patient delivery robot who’s stationed near reception. The lobby itself is modern, light-filled, and full of playful design touches. But let's be honest - my kid is here for the bot! I now have to physically steer her away from his buttons as she opens his little cupboards, and hopefully stop her from making unintentional orders for him!

The lobby also opens up into Beast & Butterflies, the hotel’s on-site restaurant, which manages to feel stylish and comfy. We usually head down for the included breakfast (more on that later), but it’s also open for drinks or dinner if you fancy dining out without actually leaving the hotel.

For those driving in, the valet parking included in the Loaded package is a total game-changer. It’s one of the rare inner-city spots where you can pull up, hand over the keys, and forget about Auckland’s traffic and parking chaos for a little while. And the staff are more than happy to store your luggage if you arrive early. They’ll call you when your room’s ready, which is brilliant if you want to get in your room asap.

The 'Loaded' Perks

I always book the 'Social View Loaded Room' package. It includes free parking (a win for Karen, who drives up from the Waikato), plus complimentary charcuterie board and bubbles. You get to order the board and choose your wine from the house selection when you’re ready, which we love. No pressure to rush - we can settle in, get the bags sorted, and let Kaydes find her place in the room (usually somewhere between unpacking Stitch and twirling around a 'baby').

You can enjoy the board downstairs at Beast and Butterflies if you’re wanting a more social vibe, but we always opt for in-room with that glorious harbour view. I usually nibble away happily, Karen dives into her favourites, and Kaydes might sample a cracker or two before returning to her toddler-approved snacks. It’s relaxed, familiar, and feels like our own little ritual now.

We keep coming back for the location - everything we need is right outside the door. It's right near Britomart Station, Queen Street shopping, and the waterfront boardwalks make it a prime spot for both. We don’t come up to shop really, but it’s great having everything nearby in case we need to grab something.

The Room (King for Queens)

This latest time we were in a King bed configuration, and it was massive. Karen and I claimed the edges, and Kaydes promptly starfished in the middle - hence her new nickname: Starfish! She did try the cot at first… for a bit, before setting her sights on our bed inside.

The room design hits that sweet spot between practical and lovely. I love that there's a good size couch that is underneath the window, and table with comfy chair - just watch the light directly above! I've knocked my head on that a couple of times!

There’s all the mod cons, a smart TV, alarm clock charger, usb outlets, and a good mini fridge - which we always stock up with a few essentials. And while we don’t go wild with the coffee machine, the jug gets its fair share of use. If you're needing anything, Hari the robot is a quick call away to reception and can bring up extra milk or towels etc.

From our stays that have all been on level 12, you can see the whole sweep of Auckland’s harbour. With Devonport off in the distance and ferries gliding in and out all day. We love just sitting back and watching the world go by - people walking past, the boats going in and out, the city lights flickering after dark.

Just off the bedroom, the entryway has loads of counter space. Ideal for bags, snacks, or tossing the day’s bits and pieces. Opposite that is the bathroom, which is a great size, with strong water pressure and generously stocked toiletries. Everything’s clean, sleek, and laid out in a way that just works. No bath in our latest room type, but the Harbour Suites have lush ones.

Not much hotel-proofing frenzying is needed anymore. Kaydes is approaching four, and I'm loosening the reins a little, and she’s more aware and responsible for things. But, if I’m being honest, I still keep an eye on where she’s poking around - especially when it comes to calling robots!

Snacks, Macs, and Buffet Stacks

We don’t usually head out for dinner when we’re here - we’re honestly too content here. There's not too many hotels that I would want to stay all day at, but this is definitely one of them. Between our own stash of snacks and the charcuterie board (which I mainly devour while Kaydes nibbles on the odd piece here and there), we’re set. Mostly, we’ll dash to Woolworths or Maccas near Britomart and bring food back up for a cosy hotel-room picnic.

Breakfast is served downstairs at Beast and Butterflies, and is included with the Loaded package. Another reason we keep coming back. The vibe downstairs is stylish but friendly, with a layout that works for families. We never feel too out of place, even when we’re clearly there with a small tornado in tow!

Breakfast downstairs always hits the spot. I usually make a beeline for the eggs, hash browns, and other warm goodies I never cook for brekkie. It’s comforting, satisfying, and never feels like one of those hurried, hotel-afterthought buffets.

I don't always clock what Karen grabs, but she's always said that she enjoys it a lot. As for Kaydes, she lives her best breakfast life! Always watermelon, yoghurt, a couple of pastries, and her trusty Rice Bubbles. I normally dash around getting her favourites while Karen keeps an eye on her, and then we'll swap. It's such a large range there, and I love that I can pick a small bit of something new for Kaydes to sample, before going back to get more for her - or me!

Counting Down to Our Next Stay

I'm going to be booking our next stay for early August soon. Right before Kaydes and I take off for our big overseas adventure. And yes - we’ll be getting the Loaded package again.

It’s so lovely knowing what to expect (in the best way), while also discovering new little highlights. Like Hari the robot or an unexpected new dish on the breakfast bar.

Have you stayed at M Social Auckland before? I’d love to know what your experience was like - or if you have another city stay you always return to. Let me know below - especially if there's a hotel robot involved!

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Source: Stay: M Social Hotel Auckland

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