#i should probably tag these fics w that aha

[translightyagami]

"If these people weren't here, I would be on my knees with your cock in my mouth." For LxLight please

this is a little shorter BUT its rlly sweet aha

Warm cheeked and grinning, Light was half on his chair, halfclimbing in L’s lap. Hard rock blared over the bar speakers and a couple menacross the way spilled their drinks. Around them, people looked surreptitiouslyaway but L felt those eyes trained on him anyway. The vodka cranberry he nursedwas watered down from ice melting and, while Light rubbed his face into hisneck, L twirled his swizzle stick. He poked Light in the head with it.

“Hey,” he said. “How are you feeling?”

“Mm,” Light said. “I’m so good. I’m doing great.”

“You’re drunk.” L ran a hand through Light’s hair with anincredible fondness in his fingers. “Look at you. You’ve gone pink.”

“I’m not drunk.” A frown cast over Light’s face and hegripped L’s shirt front. “I’m only tipsy.”

“You always say that.” L rolled his eyes. “Yet you act likethis.”

Light’s mouth tugged further down and he moved back onto hisbar stool. Lingering still was sour sweet smell of his alcohol soaked breathand L wanted to laugh. The sticky quality to Light’s drunkenness amused him tono end. Meanwhile, Light picked his whiskey sour up and tried to drink it. He chasedthe tiny straw with his tongue as L looked on. A smile weaseled its way up hismouth and Light glared.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“Nothing.” Leaning onto the bar, L propped his chin up onhis hand and watched Light finally wrap his lips around his straw. His cheekshollowed as he drank and his eyes went glassier. He wobbled when he looked upand his frown shifted into little grin. Legs kicking out, Light locked his footaround L’s calf and rubbed it there.

“You know what I’m thinking about?” He laughed, a fluid andunsettling sound. People at the bar looked uncomfortable but L’s heartfluttered. Light’s laugh grew in volume and kept on until he reached the restof his thought. “I’m thinking about your dick.”

“Ah.” L shook his head. “So we’re at that point in the evening.”

“I love it so much.” A pebble sized moan dropped out ofLight. “Feels perfect when you put it in me. Like it’s my missing puzzle piece.”

“How kind of Light to say.”

“Wish you could fuck me right now.” Rubbing his lipstogether, Light reached over to grab L by the shoulders. He wormed his way intoL’s lap fully and some of his drink spilled onto L’s shirt. “Oh no. I got youwet.” He licked his fingers and started to rub the stain. “I’ll get it out foryou.”

“That’s okay. I think I can handle a little stain.” L tookLight’s hand by the wrist and led it away from his shirt. Gently, he set itback on his shoulder and Light slid forward. Arms wrapped around him, L warmedunder Light’s embrace. “Oh. You’re awful affectionate tonight.”

“Yeah.” Light nuzzled L’s neck. “Hey. Wanna hear something?”

“Do tell.”

“If these people weren’t here, I’d get on my knees and suckyour cock.” The words were pressed into his ear as Light’s mouth glided overthe ridges of it. “You love to fuck my mouth, huh? Choke me on it?”

“Light.” L’s voice caught between his throat and teeth. Hishands settled on Light’s waist with his thumbs dug into the soft of it. When hefirst started to touch Light, hardly any part of him had been soft which hesupposed could also be said of himself. But now there was give when his fingersgrazed Light’s skin. They grew fat off each other. “This conversation might notbe appropriate for where we are.”

Light responded with a whistling hum and tapped L’s back.

“Then let’s go somewhere it’s appropriate,” he said. “Takeme home, world’s greatest detective.”

L squeezed Light’s side but didn’t move. For a moment, hetook in the weight of Light’s drunken body on top of his, the wheeze of hisbreath on L’s neck and his own buzzing inebriation. Sometimes, he doubted thatthe place he existed in was real—a real human really loved him. With one handon the back of his neck, L turned Light’s face toward his.

“I love—,” he started but Light cut him off with a kiss. Heswallowed the words and tightened his arms around L. When he pulled back, atiny string of spit connected their mouths.

“I love you.” Light gripped L’s shirt and grinned. “Let mesuck your cock.”

“Of course,” L said. “Of course.”

[kaleidoscopeminds]

okay well you know what i'm here for. give me all the details on in a world of black and white. if you feel like breaking down the jalex spinoff as well i will not say no. i love you sooooooo much my love!!!!! xoxo bella

ok i’m actually so glad you’ve asked me this so i can talk a bit about what went into in a world of black and white, you wanted all the details so this is LONG but here’s how it went down!!!

i got you to write for and i was like eeeek so nervous!!!! i even said to hazel when i got you that i was nervous lol but i was like i just have to write the best thing i can using all of my available skills and that is basically a good memory of Things My Friends Like. i knew i wasn’t going to be able to write a jalex fic (lmao look where that got me) so i looked at your reader preferences and was like ok. friends to lovers lashton college au, lets do that, i just needed a concept to work around! then i was walking home from work one day listening to getaway green and i was like... what if getaway fic? what if getaway fic using the colour thing for a soulmate au? not using the actual story of the song per se but bits and pieces? and i got home and made a planning doc for it. it started with a few notes about soulmate lore, a rough “key moments” list, and a list of things to include for you<3 which looked something a little like:

snapback/flannel/lip ring luke

curly hair glasses ashton

make-up scene

hurt/comfort sick scene w/ tea

side jalex

michael having a crush on jack

luke saying he’s going to commit crimes when he sees ashton playing guitar

ace luke

i sent the planning doc to sam @tirednotflirting who said several wonderful things like “she’s gonna love it” which comforted me that it wasn’t a terrible idea. i also decided i wanted to include some lyrics from the song throughout which i KNEW could be kind of cheesy and jarring but i wanted them in there so i tried to make it make as much sense as i could but it still to make you stop and go oh! yeah!  side note there’s a a more vague one in this bit which i’m not sure anyone actually managed to pick out? when Ashton is sick at the end of that scene: Luke tries not to think how much he likes at he idea of being what Ashton needs. as a loose reference to “keep on tellin' me I'm what you need”

most of it i found quite easy to write, i liked getting to have luke as the sweet boy who is desperate for a soulmate and ashton the slightly pretensious and cynical art student, michael was so fun to write as he always is with my muke friendships and calum who is mentioned very infrequently but has some of my favourite moments: michael hanging off him like a large and cumbersome scarf, and the bit where he says “not you babe” which still makes me laugh! the other thing i loved writing was the pretty colour words. i hadn’t done much of descriptive type stuff and i really did enjoy getting a chance to be a bit flowery and go off on one with some colour symbolism. i’ve always liked writing dialogue which i think is one of my strengths, and i think i’ve grown a lot as a writer since this fic but i do like that i did a bit of that kind of writing here which was out of my comfort zone!

the infamous cheese-ball scene didn’t get written in until quite near the end, i was having a bit of a crisis over the end, i’d written the last scene but i was finding it really tricky to know how to progress between the bit with Ashton finishing his project and the actual resolution and i was like i want some classic drink fueled flirting to get a bit of tension and then i was like.... omg i have an idea.... i had a conversation with the lovely sam who was my biggest cheerleader i love that girl i also at this point had still not decided on luke’s major but i decided to go fuck it and go all in on the pandering<3

we’ve discussed this before about not liking miscommunication and conflict so i didn’t want any of that, and i also hate outside interference in relationships as conflict so i didn’t want that either, but i thought the not-knowing thing was maybe just enough to be a reason that they don’t go for it without there being some terrible ~thing~ happen for either of them. it might make it a bit boring but i felt like it worked here! them pining but also kind of knowing they like each other but also not wanting to say it? it felt right to me!

the other thing i want to mention is me not putting everything in the tags because i knew you would read them and i wanted to surprise you, i did a couple of hints to ace luke before we got there in the fic, and i thought it would be soooo fun to have jack show up out of nowhere then alex too because i thought you probably wouldn’t expect that from me!

which brings me to getaway jalex. wow. i never saw myself including jalex as a side pairing simply because i did not know enough about them but i was like i need to at least TRY and i can always scrap it if its terrible. SO i watched a few interviews, a few yt compilations. i wanted to have jack being the professor just because i thought it would be fun to have him be a bit of a menace about it? that’s why i went for him over alex. and then the dialogue was funny, i just wanted to pull a couple of things that made them convincing as i was so like ??? about characterising them, which is where obviously professor boy came from, and also the bit where jack repeats himself the “ever thought about that?” as it was something i picked up on watching stuff! and him pretending to be outraged at alex swearing was just something i saw them doing! i wanted jalex to be the epitome of what i think (and luke thought) a soulmate SHOULD be which is not necessarily desire and pining and all consuming romance but its about annoying each other and being a constant presence and understanding each other better than anyone else and casual touches. and THATS basically where the whole premise for the spin off comes from because its just a slice of life of that extreme comfort of having a person, your person in every sense of the word. we had a little conversation about getaway jalex and i genuinely was not going to write it and then i had the idea for the papers that jack could be grading and the jokes about luke and alex being lead singers and i was like AHA i’ve got it i can do this!!! and it turned into possibly the softest most romantic thing i’ve ever written which is crazy

[capricornus-rex]

Hey hi!! I just wanna say first that I love your writing and you just capture Cal so well and your talent oml we stan 🙌 would you take a prompt of Cal being very confused as to why his girlfriend keeps crying every five seconds because he has no idea at first what's even happening and like it takes him a minute to put it together (it can be that time of the month or it can be pregnancy hormones, whatever's easiest, I'm sorry hormones made ya girl emotional and moody) pls & thanks!🙇

Hi Anon! First of all, thank you so much!! 🥺💞 Second, I AM SO SORRY that this took a while!! I know I shouldn’t be overusing the excuse that I’m swamped with requests and my fics tend to be more than just oneshots, but that’s the predicament right now. I hope you understand 😭😔 Anyways, I’m glad you still took the time to write to me ;;w;; I just feel reaallly bad that I made you wait long. Still, I hope you enjoy the fic, anon and thank you too!

Chapter 4: Untimely Blessing | Cal Kestis x Reader

Summary: After a long time of running and fighting, you and Cal decided to finally settle down after all these years to raise a family. However, it was never a life of peace whilst the shadow of the Empire looms over your heads.

Other prompt/s in play: Anon 1′s prompt, Anon 2‘s baby prompt & Own fic idea

Also posted in AO3

Tags: Scruffy! Cal Kestis, Daddy! Cal Kestis, Adult! Cal Kestis, Jedi Family, Jedi Offspring, Force-Sensitive Offspring, Settling Down, Rebel Alliance

Chapters: 1 – 2 | Previous: Part 3 | Next: Part 5 | Masterlist

4 of ?

The weather was nice in Cerinda. Cal had been practicing with a self-made obstacle course in the forest, west of the lake where your wedding was held; meanwhile, you decided to take a breather by your wedding venue. You almost hated to admit that you couldn’t walk for perhaps a day and a half after that little private time you had in the Mantis with your husband.

About three weeks have already passed after that.

And for those three weeks, there was this feeling swirling in the pit of your stomach. Cal had noticed you craving for a lot of sweets—especially Jogan berries and space waffles—and you yourself felt sluggish, so you decided to sit by the sidelines of the training course.

While he had physical training, you meditated by the lake’s shore where it was tranquil. The peace helped you in getting into focus.

Your skin suddenly crawled in a good way, even though you were taken aback, you kept your eyes closed trying to keep yourself concentrated; but you ended up reminiscing how Cal’s lips trailed along your body, how his hands wandered and sank into your flesh. The feeling of his lips suckling at the exact same spots where he left his love bites jolted your nerves—your hand rubbed across your neck, chest, and shoulder and then crawled downward to your abdomen. You chuckled to yourself as the memories replayed in your head, struggling to remain focused.

“BD-1, over here!” Cal’s distant voice rang among the trees, but that didn’t distract you enough.

Suddenly, something was bubbling in your stomach and you could feel it rising to your throat each second. Your eyelids shot up and you fumbled onto fours, crawling away to anywhere until your entire body gave way, and allowed yourself to retch behind a tree trunk.

You coughed and spat out the bile, you clumsily crawled towards the edge of the lake, scooping a handful of water to your mouth to wash off the sour acidity that lingered in your cheeks. You did this for a couple of times until the taste was truly gone.

“Oh my…” you gasped, crawling away from the spot where you had your little accident and lay flat on the grass.

Your hand hesitated to crawl downward, to your lower abdomen just below your navel; your heart pounded with mixed emotions—you can’t pinpoint if you’re excited, nervous, or completely taken by surprise. But you’re primarily the latter, you just needed a second emotion to balance it out.

“Could it be…?” you mumbled.

You took a deep breath before your hand slithered below your navel, calming your heart of the eagerness—just to avoid breaking it if it wasn’t the case—and when your whole palm padded against your lower abdomen…

You felt it.

A tiny kick.

A little pulse.

Your heart leapt. You gasped—supposedly a laugh, but you were overtaken by emotion—your fingers rubbed across your tummy again.

There it is again!

“Aww…” you fawned, on the verge of happy tears.

Cal came out of the trees’ trail, spotting you lying down on the grass with your hand on your stomach. He bobbed his head to the side, quizzically looking at you wiping away a tear while standing at a distance.

“[y/n]?” he called to you, kneeling by your side on the grass.

Your attention shifted to his direction. He sat there next to you with a slightly confused look—mixed with a hint of concern for you.

You quickly propped yourself on your elbows, and then shifted to your knees. His nervous eyes followed your position.

“Are you alright?”

“Cal…” you started. Unable to say the words—even though they’re already at the tip of your tongue—you take both of his hands and reeled them to your stomach.

Your husband’s eyes widened. His smile stretched from ear-to-ear when he felt the ripple of life coming from within you. His heart bounced in perhaps the fastest beat it has ever beaten in years.

“Cal, I’m pregnant!” you announced.

BD-1 trilled a long note in reaction, the little droid is just as surprised as his owner is!

The redhead stammered and blinked away several times, struggling to gather all the words he needed to express; when he cradled your face in his hands, you could feel just from his touch that he was bursting with sheer, indescribable happiness. He exhaled sharply, his breath warm as he touched foreheads with you.

“This… This is wonderful!” he gasped. He couldn’t speak further, acting purely on impulse, he closed in to kiss you—he pressed his lips long and hard to yours. “We’re having a baby!”

The forest echoed with your laughter. Cal snatched you into his arms and held you for so long as he buried his face into your neck, muffling his continuous laughing, and slowly rocked you back and forth.

Cal remained with you by the lake for the rest of the afternoon, he couldn’t take his hands off of your stomach; he wanted to keep feeling for the faint pulse of the conceived child in your womb. He started to daydream about the games he and the baby would play, how they would turn out to be—if they’ll have your eyes or his, if they’ll take after their mischievous father or their headstrong mother, whatever the case, he has already loved them the moment he felt the smallest beat.

—–

It was your third month since the conception of your child. The first few weeks were difficult and overwhelming, considering that this is your very first pregnancy. Luckily, you had help with Merrin and Cere. Still, it felt like your energy was slowly ebbing way as the weeks went by.

To avoid getting rusty with your combat skills, you continued to practice your swings, spins, and flourishes without using getting to the more acrobatic moves that required jumps and wide strides. Cal also kept a close eye on you when it comes to practicing, seeing that you’re still eager for sparring.

“I am so against this!” he exclaimed.

“Come on, the training droids aren’t really doing much help!” you whined.

He wagged his finger at you as if scolding a child, “Only one round, okay? Whoever wins, that’s that.”

“Deal!”

Even if you were still itching for action, you moved with the greatest caution and care—both for yourself and your baby—you improvised the moves that were usually lively, you replaced the low ducks and slides with spinning, dance-link evasions that still eluded an attack in the same grace.

However, the power and strength of your sword arm didn’t seem to dull over time. You fenced with your husband—the contrast in the lightsaber techniques have become more obvious now, and he was being careful himself, he knew that you didn’t want to take it easy and so he came at a compromise.

“Aha!” he exerted as he had you at swordpoint.

“Okay, you got me. Deal’s a deal,”

“That’s my girl,” he cooed.

“Don’t be so smug, love. I want another try next week,”

When you got back to the Mantis, you staggered on your footing for a few seconds. It was a good thing Cal caught you before you slammed your back against the ship’s wall.

“How are you feeling, [y/n]?” asked Cere.

“A little lightheaded, more often than I probably should,”

“Usually, that becomes quite the norm, especially when a mother’s at her third month,” Merrin added.

“Is that so…?”

A few seconds later, the lightheadedness was gone and you settled yourself on the couch next to Merrin. Like the entire crew, everyone was so delighted to hear the news. First the engagement, then wedding, and now a baby!

But the most excited one is Merrin; if not Cal, the Nightsister was constantly by your side. She was practically your sister ever since. She offered to mix up potions that would help in easing your pregnancy without harming both you and the child; she was also the one who gave the most advice.

“My mother herself was a midwife, besides being an acolyte. She taught me everything, even if I never saw myself being in the same position as her,” the Nightsister disclosed.

Nevertheless, she was still delighted for your bundle of joy. The two of you traded secret wishes and future daydreams revolving around the child.

One evening, in the middle of the night where everyone had gone to sleep, you jumped out of bed, rushing towards the bathroom to vomit… again. For the second time this day. Earlier, Merrin had concocted a potion that was said to help ease the tensing of the belly, so the cramping would lessen for a few hours. For a while, that potion seemed to have worked—but it didn’t stop you from running to the bathroom just to retch it out again.

Cal was awakened by the abrupt shuffling of the bed, he heard the faint pitter-patter of your bare footsteps leave the room and followed you to the bathroom.

“No, not again…!” he heard your hushed voice as you rushed out of the room.

The sound of your retching was muffled behind the door. Bile exited your stomach, leaving a stinging feeling in your core. You ended up crying in exchange of not straining yourself and hurting your baby in the process. You struggled to cough out what’s left, but only clear saliva spat out of your mouth.

Your kneecaps suddenly softened, your grip around the sink’s rim was your remaining support to keep yourself from falling to the ground. Suddenly, you felt an arm coil around your waist and a hand rubbing across your back.

“Hey,” your husband cooed. “Are you okay?”

You sniffled, washing away the dribble on your nose, but you didn’t answer.

“Are you hurting?” he continued.

“I keep feeling sick,” you sobbed, rubbing the bridge of your nose as you try to fight back the tears. “Merrin’s potion works, but only for the cramps.”

Anxiety was also a constant in your visits to the bathroom during the wee hours. You hated yourself for stressing out on bad dreams, you always had to bite your knuckles when breaking down to muffle out the cries behind the bathroom door.

Swallowing the lump in your throat did little in repressing your tears, some droplets escaped your eyes, Cal spotted them instantly and wiped them away with his thumb.

“It’s okay, I’ll stay with you until you feel like sleeping,” he consoled as he guided you out of the bathroom when you were ready.

“You don’t have to do this, you need to go back to sleep,” you gently scolded.

“You’re my wife,” he said firmly, a steely yet gentle look in his eyes glinted. “I’ll be here for you. Anything you need, okay?”

You hoisted and folded your legs, leaning against Cal’s shoulder as you try to calm yourself down. He feels for your stomach again, speaking to his unborn child through his mind.

Don’t give Mommy a hard time, sweetheart. He prayed as his lips nuzzled your temple while stroking your hair.

Two more months have passed. It’s the fifth month now, your belly had grown significantly. The morning sicknesses have seemed to lessen as time went on, however, in exchange it has become a little bit more difficult to move. The weight that you carried along with you has become more apparent; but that didn’t matter to you, all you could think about is the baby and you looked forward to its kicking. You and Cal sat together in the couch by the holotable, he now uses both hands to hold your stomach and found that they could no longer contain your belly.

“Oh, there’s a little kick,” he giggled.

You bobbed your head to the side, leaning against your own arm as you stare at Cal. You didn’t even realize that he must have shaved his stubble for just a little bit. Your knuckles stroked his beard and then your skin suddenly felt the smoothness of his freckled cheeks; his lips followed to where your palm is and nuzzled in for a kiss. When turned to you, his smile dissolved when he spotted a tear that you yourself didn’t even notice.

“Something the matter?”

“I’m a little scared, a little nervous. I mean… I’m so close now, Cal. I don’t even know if I—”

“Hey, you’re gonna be great,” he cuts in. He gingerly caressed your nape, fingernails raking the bottom of your hair, “I promise.”

He leaned closer to plant a long and tender kiss on your forehead. He kept his hands on your tummy, feeling for his baby, and he started guessing.

“It’s definitely a boy,” he beamed. “A kick that hard? Definitely.”

“Oh-ho, so someone’s gonna take your title of being the ‘One Who Kicks Ass’ in the Mantis?” you played along.

“Aww, he’s gonna have to get through me to steal my crown!”

[newblood-freya]

It’s called falling

Chapter seven: Of Brown Eyes and Constellations

Summary: Last chapter Cardan found Jude alone and drugged in the woods and decided to help her after learning his friends were the ones who did that to her.

We left off with Cardan loading Jude into his car to take her to a secondary location.

AKA~Cardan decides not to be guilty by association part two

Previous chapter

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Forty minutes later we pulled up to my favorite diner. A little twenty four hour mom and pop in the quieter side of town. After turning the car off I look over at my strung out passenger. Who is dazedly staring at the establishment.

Keeping my tone soft, I ask. “Hey Jude, what’re you looking at?”

She doesn’t even bother to look at me, when answering. “The pretty melting lights.”

“Right.” I hope my smile doesn’t look too much like a grimace. “Well, we have have to go in now. To order the food.”

At that she looks over at me, still wearing that dazed smile and gives a wobbly nod. It kind of reminds me of a sleepy toddler trying to stay awake. “Okay.” Jude turns and lets herself out of the car, then begins making her way into the diner.

I let out a long suffering sigh and follow the brunette in. When I pass through the doors I almost run into Jude for the second time tonight. She’s standing about a foot into the diner marveling at the 50’s esque decor. The bored twenty year old working the register has already started giving her concerned looks.

They look over at me and mouth ‘Is she okay?’ I respond with a slight shake of my head. Then I reach forward and gently grab Jude’s shoulder, I wait until she’s looking at me before speaking. “Jude, why don’t you go pick out a booth while I order the food?”

“Okay. Can I have a milkshake.” Her eyes were wide and open and so, so blindly trusting. I had resist a visible shudder at how much her un-Jude-like behavior is creeping me out.

“Yes, you can have a milkshake.”

o0o

After explaining the situation to the kid and ordering Jude’s milkshake and Fries, I head over to the booth Jude picked for us. There I find her sprinkling sugar on the table next to a tower of coffee creamers. I take a moment to curse the day I became friends with Valerian and Nicasia before turning right back around to wait for the food at the counter.

I can’t deal with Jude while she’s like this. With the drug in her system she’s acting like a child. Honest, carefree, without burden. And I find it incredibly disturbing and wholly unsettling.

There’s no anger, no hatred, no fire in her eyes, nor venom in her words. It’s not Jude and for some reason I hate it.

o0o

After getting some salt in Jude’s system by way of french fries we’re en route to Madoc’s estate. By the time we get there Jude’s out cold in the passenger side.

For a moment I consider waking her up and kicking her out, but if I do she might be sober enough to remember that she hates me. And I really don’t need an angry, delirious Jude attacking me right now. So instead I pull out my phone and call Vivi.

She picked up on the fifth ring. “Who’s dying?”

“What?”

“I’m assuming the only reason you would call me at 3am on a weekday is someones imminent death. So. Who’s dying?”

Despite the situation, I can’t help but smile a little at Vivi’s irritation. “No one’s dying, but this is important. Are you are at the estate right now?”

“Cardan what’s-” she sighed. “Yes I am. What’s going on?”

“Someone drugged Jude a party. I have her right here in my car asleep. She’s okay, I mean she probably won’t remember any of this. But she should be fine tomorrow. A little hungover and probably a lot angry, but otherwise okay.”

While I was talking I could here Vivi getting up. She’s probably halfway down the stairs at this point. “Where are you?”

“I’m outside. Right in front of the estate.”

“Right, okay. Can you get her to the kitchen entrance?”

I look over at my passenger, evaluating her size to see if I could realistically carry her there. “Yeah I get her there.”

o0o

“Where’re her clothes?” Her tone was heavily laced with accusation, and the venomous look Vivi’s giving me could curdle milk.

I let out a long suffering sigh. “When I found her she was alone in the woods in her underwear, so I gave her my sweater. Her clothes were in a muddy heap on the ground and I figured she’d be more comfortable in a cozy sweater as opposed to a grimy wet dress.

And, for the record I prefer my partners willing and sober enough to remember it the next day.”

Vivi’s face softened a bit as she took Jude into her arms. “I know. That wasn’t fair. I just-she could’ve been-”

“I know. I don’t take it personally. Though i’m quite certain no touched her beyond the initial drugging.”

She look more than a little reluctant to trust my judgement. “How would you know? You said you found her alone in her underwear.”

“I did. But I also know who drugged her. The purpose of this was to humiliate her. Jude said herself that when to go get more “friends”. Meaning people with camera and invasive questions.”

“Who?”

“Valerian and Nicasia.”

Vivi nods slowly, with a decidedly Jude-like gleam in her eye. Something tells me that my friends are fucked. “Thank you for keeping her safe. I promise I won’t tell her it was you if she doesn’t remember.”

“Thanks.”

“Goodnight Cardan.”

“Night Vivi.”

o0o

Getting home, I try to be as quiet as possible. I make it halfway to my room managing to avoid most of Balekin’s deviants. Before I’m spotted by the man himself. He’s standing right in front of me, probably expecting me to scurry out of way spewing apologies like he’s some prince.

I do not. Instead, I stand directly in his path hold eye contact with his blown unfocused gaze as best I can.

And apparently my brother has no tolerance for my defiance right now. Because he shoves me out of his way and right into a vase and the table holding it.

Balekin walks away while I clutch my now bleeding arm and try to ignore the dull pain blooming where my side made contact with the table. That’s definitely gonna bruise.

After a few deep breaths I pick myself up and finish the trek to my bedroom, while my mind conjures up images of brown eyes and constellations to distract me from the pain.

A/N It took me a decade but I finally updated

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Prompt/Idea: Logan is walking past Roman's door when he feels a sharp pain in his arm, he then falls unconscious. Virgil trips over him in the night and screams.

This prompt is so interesting, I had a lot of fun brainstorming stories for this one.

Devil’s Snare

Fandom: Sanders SidesPairings: platonic Prinxiety and LAMP at the endWarnings: blood mention (pm me if there’s anything else)

Tag list at the end

Roman’s room has a natural affinity to… exaggerate.  He tries to keep everything locked up nice and tight so he doesn’t lose any ideas, but it’s hard, those slippery little buggers are always trying to escape.  Usually they aren’t too bad- a daydream might knock Patton out for a few hours and an idea might send Logan reeling for a day- but it was never anything too serious.

However, Roman had grown complacent.  Careless.  He hadn’t expected a nightmare to show up when things were going so well, so he didn’t really know what to do when it appeared.

He managed to catch one, but was too late in noticing that a second one had appeared.  By the time he realized it, the second nightmare had slithered out into the depths of his room and he steeled himself as he ventured into his realm to try and find it.

***

A clamoring ruckus accompanied by Roman’s loud cursing woke Logan from his deep slumber.  He’d be lying if he said he was surprised to be awoken at this hour, though usually it wasn’t Roman who caused the trouble.  He begrudgingly got out of bed and padded his way to Roman’s room in his pajamas and slippers. The sounds of objects falling and Roman hissing out angry curses now and then continued to seep out from under the door.

Logan quirked an eyebrow before sighing and knocking on the door loud enough to be heard over whatever was happening in the Side’s room.  He heard Roman’s voice growing smaller as he seemingly retreated into the depths of his realm and Logan dropped his hand to his side.  If Roman was going deeper, then at least he should be able to get some sleep.  He was about to turn and head back to his room when he felt a sharp pain in his arm.  He opened his mouth to shout as he felt a momentary panic course through him, but his alarm was suddenly muted by the darkness enveloping his vision.  He fell to the ground with a hard thud.

***

Virgil was never asleep before 3 o’clock in the morning and this night was no different.  He’d been lying amidst his mound of pillows and blankets for roughly four hours now and had finally decided to give in a little and go make himself some hot cocoa.  He figured that maybe the warm drink could lull him to sleep or at the very least temporarily cure his boredom.  Virgil made his nightly walk to the kitchen, still feeling fuzzy in the head from exhaustion.  He did this every night though, it was nothing new.  Patton would make sure he was in bed by 11, Virgil would lie there for three to four hours before deciding to get up and snack.  He had a system and he stuck to it.  He reached up to rub his bleary eyes when suddenly his foot caught on something and he crashed to the floor.

“Ahhh—!”  He fell onto whatever it was and started mentally cursing it out as he picked himself up.  Probably another one of Roman’s dumb monst– “LOGAN!”  Virgil felt his fight or flight reflexes kick into overdrive.  He couldn’t even fully process what he was looking at.  There was blood everywhere and Logan’s body was encased in vines that were ensnaring his limbs and inching towards his throat.  It felt as though a fist was grabbing his heart as Virgil lunged forward to start pulling at the vines.  It seemed that for each cord he snapped, two more took its place.  He didn’t realize that he’d started screaming until Patton ran into the hallway, eyes wide in alarm.  His gaze fell on Logan’s trapped form and he couldn’t stop the sobs that started to wrack his body as he helped Virgil tear at the vines.  But nothing was working.

Patton continued pulling the vines as Virgil slammed his fists on Roman’s door.  

“Roman, get the fuck out here!”  He shouted, banging his fists harder as Patton’s sobbing grew behind him.  A few seconds passed before Roman opened the door looking entirely disheveled.  Virgil’s panicked expression made his blood run cold.

“What’s–”

“Logan!  You have to save Logan, he- he’s under some curse or s-something.  Maybe the Dragon Witch, I don’t know, but y-you have to DO SOMETHING.”  Virgil’s voice split in two as his panic rose.  

Roman looked down and saw Logan’s prone form and Patton sobbing over him.  He walked to Logan’s side and crouched down before pausing.  

“ROMAN, I SWEAR TO GOD–”

The prince held up his hand to cut him off as his eyes scanned the room and then moved to back to Logan.

“DON’T JUST SIT THERE YOU PIECE OF SH–”

“AHA!”  Roman lunged forward, startling Patton as he began to rip through the ivy on Logan’s left arm.  Underneath the tangle of weeds a small black creature the size of a rat slowly came to view.  It had razor sharp teeth which appeared to be thoroughly attached to Logan’s arm.  

“Patton, hold these!”  Roman held the vines away from the creature and motioned for Patton to do the same.  As the Moral Side held the vines away from the monster, Roman sprinted back into his room.  

“YoU BeTTeR CoME bACk HeRE rIGHT NOW” Virgil shouted after him, reaching down to help Patton keep the vines at bay.  A few seconds later, Roman returned with a small vial clutched tightly in his fist.  In one fluid motion, he uncorked the bottle and spilled it over the creature below.  The three Sides watched in awe as the monster slowly began to disintegrate along with the blood and ivy.

Virgil, who had managed to keep his fears in check for this long, stumbled to the wall and sank to the floor.  His ears were ringing and his fingers and toes felt like static, the only consolation he had was the pressure of the wall behind him and the floor below.  He tried to control his breathing as he counted his senses around the room, but every time his eyes fell on Logan, his heart would freeze and his breathing would collapse into chaos once more.  Patton continued to rock Logan gently in his arms as Roman sat down beside Virgil.

“It’s going to be alright, Virge.  Logan’s okay,” he said, tone sure.

“He’s okay?  He was bleeding.  This entire hallway waS SOAKED AND HE– H-HE was… I thought he w-was–”

“It was a nightmare.”  Roman said solemnly.

Virgil’s eyes flared.  “Don’t you dare try and tell me I made all this up!”

Roman’s hands shot up in defense as he tried to backtrack.  “No, no not like that!  A nightmare, or a nyx kakό.”

Virgil looked at him with a panicked, yet blank stare.  “A… Nick’s ka-cow?”

“No, a nyx kakό,” he corrected.  “It’s a kind of nightmare creature from my realm that feeds into your imagination in the worst ways possible.  I fight them every so often, but this one managed to get away from me.  And for that I am so sorry.  I have tried to keep them locked up far away in my realm and thus far it’s worked.  Though, I suppose it was only a matter of time.”  he said, eyes downcast.

“Yeah, ya think?”  Virgil retorted, too tired for it to come off as more than a tad curt.

There was a low groaning sound from the center of the hall and Virgil looked over as Logan began to stir.  Patton nearly squeezed the life out of him the instant he started moving.

“W-what happened?”  He asked, confounded by Patton’s sudden burst of emotion.  He looked around.  “Why am I on the floor?  Why are all of you up right now?”  Virgil bit his thumb nervously.

“Do you remember anything?”  He asked, trying not to sound too alarmed.

“I, uh, recall Roman making some noise in his room, and shouting… I went to knock on his door to see what was wrong and then I… seem to have passed out.”  He finished with a confused look to the other Sides.  Patton sighed, still holding onto Logan’s arm in a vice grip, and looked to the others to explain.  Virgil told him about how he found his body in the hall and Roman filled him in on the creature itself and what its presence entails.  After a few long minutes, Logan was entirely caught up and seemed to be trying his best to understand the whole scenario.

“Well then…” he said, straightening his glasses and smoothing out his pajamas, “how about we finally take Patton up on that offer of a… ‘sleepover’.  It seems as appropriate a time as any and I, for one, feel as though our rooms might not be the best locations for us to be in presently.”

“Agreed,” Virgil said as Patton nodded vigorously, dried tears still noticeable on his face.

“Again, I do apologize for this mishap, I hope that I doesn’t happen again, but I do know for sure that there were only two nyx kakό out tonight.  We’re safe for now.”  Roman pushed himself up from the ground and offered Virgil a hand up.  “Though, I do believe a slumber party would be a good way to… regroup after that.  What do you say, Patton?  Do you think you could bring some calming memories to the common room if I conjure up some pillows and blankets?”

Patton smiled, sniffling as he wiped his cheeks.  “Yeah, I think I have some good ones I could bring out.”

A few minutes later, all four Sides were in the common room under piles of blankets and pillows.  Patton’s memory boxes were tucked in here and there, all full of good memories for each Side to reminisce on in case the events of the evening started to come back to haunt them.  Knowing that the creature existed was unsettling, but they were glad to know that in this moment, everything was okay and the creatures were under control.

Tagged: @existental-crises @jordisama @here-to-vent @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @novagalaxy4real @thomas-must-get-to-sleep @depressed-alone @evanisonfire @lollingtothemax @all-the-fand0mz @justanotherpurplebutterfly @emphoenixcat @hetaliagurl5 @kittyboof8 @not-so-innocent-bi-sander @princeyssash @virgilient @emotheatertrash @lilbeanblr @burningpeachdelusionofchaos @lindesensate @lexboydfandompanda @just-fic-me-up

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hi hi hi! so i feel like a lot of my most favorite fics dont get talked about much, therefore i wanted to create a proper fic rec masterpost to spread the love!! this is going to be a looooong list, so hopefully theres something for everyone (though i do firmly believe u should read every single one of these before u die)

in no particular order, but a * indicates my absolute faves that i reread monthly:

hats off to my distant hope by navigator (21k) *

Harry is in White Eskimo. Louis is in London.

AU loosely inspired by the song “505” by Arctic Monkeys.

-kicking this off with one of my very favorites. i think my favorite trope is when hl have this angsty “we’re not dating but definitely fucking and also doing everything couples do also i’m irrevocably in love with you why aren’t we dating?” sort of moment. its painful in the sweetest way, and this fic captures that perfectly. there will be quite a few of those on this list, i’ll bet

up the long delirious burning blue by orphan_account (6k)

harry is a swimmer & louis is the writer who somehow manages to make him come up for air. 

-this one is quite sad. so poetic and painful and lovely and unf (warning for mentions of suicide and depression, and the ending is quite ambiguous but there is no MCD)

we wreak havoc with out hearts by flimsy (9k)

Harry finds that he can’t keep things separate; neither can Louis.

Harry tousles his hair, smoothes it back, shrugging. 

“Alright,” he says. “I’m, you know, outside if you need anything.” 

“Yeah,” Louis replies. “Sure.” 

He doesn’t look like he’ll be needing Harry, and Harry tells himself that that’s okay. They’ve both got their moods sometimes or maybe the timing isn’t good, and if it’s not then that’s alright as well. Harry can respect that. And it’s not like this is their first tour; Harry knows that Louis will come around. He always does.

-another one of those w that trope i talked about. im gonna call it the RFWB trope (romantic friends w benefits). this one is so hot and good

rather this than live without you by mediaville (10k) *

Harry decides to give it all up. Louis refuses to be left behind.

-RFWB pt. 3. i ADORE this fic. just the setting and the angst and the smut ugh it all has me on the floor

one day to believe in you by mediaville (7k) 

A mysterious force compels Louis to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Even when it’s really inconvenient.

Harry blinks and has the nerve to look surprised. 

“You think about me when you get off?”

“Yes,” Louis says. He wonders how hard he’d need to punch himself in the face to knock himself out.

“Often?”

“Yes, Christ, Harry,” Louis groans. “Probably eight times a week for going on six years now. On average, you know. More when we were touring, less when I’ve been visiting family. Anything else you’d like to know?”

- :-)))))))

all my love was down in a frozen ground by navigator (16k)

Louis goes to the woods. 

AU very loosely inspired by the creation of Bon Iver’s first record.

-i’ll be honest i dont even remember what this fic is about but its in my bookmarks and its by navigator so i know that its good

boys of summer by sharktoothedfawnskinned (49k) *

What he wants is for this to be a forever thing, not someplace Harry spent the summer once.  What he wants is for this to be more than a memory.

(New Jersey beach town AU.) 

- I SCREAM EVERY TIME READ THIS RIGHT NOW 

we should get jerseys by orphan_account (12k) *

There’s a lot surrounding Harry, and Louis knows, in his heart of hearts, that there always will be. He just doesn’t know if he’ll manage to equate into the ‘always’ of it.

(Harry is a hockey player, and Louis is his slightly melodramatic boyfriend.)

- another old favorite!!! pretty much anything that involves harry being good at sports has me on my knees bc it paves way for automatic angst, louis being jealous of a puck/ball/net/what have you, and uhhh various other *athletic* activities

the finish line (is a good place for us to start) by @loaded-gunn (122k)

Louis Tomlinson, one-time Formula 1 World Champion, is looking forward to the 2013 season. He’s got Zayn in his garage and Liam in his ear, he’s got Cowell Racing backing him despite former indiscretions, he’s got experience and the best race car out there. Not to mention he’s the only racer they have, after Oliver dropped out late last year.

It hasn’t occurred to him that Oliver would have to be replaced by February. That is, until he finds himself at a party celebrating Harry Styles leaving Ferrari for Cowell. Harry hotshot Styles, who broke a record last year and is probably looking to make a big splash. Harry Styles, who is talented and somewhat intimidating. Harry Styles, who left Ferrari for reasons unknown and seems kind of lonely and harmless in person. Lonely, harmless, hot as fuck. Whatever.

The first thing Louis does is take him under his wing. From there it’s nine months of slow-burning romance, the past catching up to them, turning into the human puppy pile that is OT5 and a lot of feelings until, of course, reaching the finish line.

-one of the first 1d fics i remember reading. i havent touched it in a long time but it used to be my #1 fave and it has a special place in my heart. so much pining, only not really in a frustrating way bc theres abundant flirting and they kiss in like, the second scene. its basically louis trying to keep his shit together and failing miserably. AND its stuffed with fandom meta which is quite entertaining if youve been here for awhile. anyway give this a read, i truly love it so much

so keep my candle bright by whisperdlullaby (78k) *

louis returns to his hometown after four years to find that the reverend’s son has done some growing up of his own.

-god. the characterization in this one is just gorgeous. the way louis helps harry accept/explore his sexuality is so beautiful and i think about it every day. a must read!!! (warning for homophobia and religious themes)

no one like you by @myownsparknow (20k)

Dear Niall,

I was glad to have the chance to talk with you again at the AHA conference. Your idea that the Musee D’Orsay Tomlinson painting is in fact not a self-portrait is an intriguing one, and I may have discovered something that will have a bearing on that theory.

Some background: as you may remember, I’ve been researching for a book I’m writing about Harry Styles. I’ve been in communication with Styles’ last living descendant, who is in possession of a trunk that her family believed to have belonged to Styles himself. It held some personal items she presumes to be his, including two unmounted paintings and a small collection of letters.

Upon spending the last few days in Provins studying these items, I believe there to be a connection between Tomlinson and Styles, and I would very much like your opinion.

Are you up for a trip to France?

Sincerely, Liam Payne

Where Liam and Niall are art historians discovering the truth about two nineteenth century painters on opposite sides of an artistic divide.

-this is one of the only recent fics on this list bc i like to stew in the past and pretend all my favorite writers havent left the fandom. i read it when it first came out and man oh man, its like poetry. so gorgeously written, and hl’s relationship is so deeply rooted and beautiful. i love

our little corner of the world by brownheadedstranger (30k)

AU. Louis is stuck in his mom’s diner for the summer. Harry is the line cook with a pickup truck.

-so good!! i’d die for americanized fics which doesnt even make sense bc i hate america but. what can u do 

i could dream all night by @fondleeds (73k) *

As the sun kisses the horizon, one last flash of light before the stars and the moon take over, his phone will brighten in his grasp, Louis’ name appearing on screen, come over or wanna see you or miss your mouth. Harry always lingers on those messages, elbows bruising on the cool metal of the railing by the lookout, watching the water as he thumbs at the side of his phone, lips bitten into his mouth, trying to will away the bubbling in his stomach, the heat that flushes to his neck at the thought of being thought of.

At the thought of Louis thinking of him.

AU. Harry spends his summer away from the city.

-lordt. where the fuck do i begin. first of all, lysha, if ur reading this, i’d die for u even tho u already killed me with this fic. second, what the fuck???? this is so good??? the imagery is exquisite, everything is so soft and hazy and warm, but just be warned that its a tRick. this fics wraps u in like a warm hug and then stabs u 7 times in the back so be prepared :-))) (warning for ambiguous ending)

another hazy may by deLILAh (41k) *

louis is a terrible poet and harry lives in the now and they have six weeks to fall in love but, really, it only takes six seconds. bookshop meets military meets summer romance au ft. marlboros, the backstreet boys, and underrated literary devices.

-i dnot even wanna talk about it. i swear to god the first time i read this i stayed up all night and cried through literally like the last three quarters of it. its so poetic and gorgeous and now every time i think or hear about the literary present i wanna die so thanks for scarring me forever 

like a bastard on the burning sea by vashtaneradas (22k) *

au; harry breaks louis, louis breaks everything.

- listen i know im not supposed to like this but yknow what?? iconic. its absolutely a guilty pleasure and the only cheating fic ill ever give the time of day bc it just hurts so good 

take me to the church (series) by @kingsoftheimpossible (14k/6k/4k)

Harry and Louis are Horsemen of the Apocalypse- War and Conquest- but that’s not really important. They just like to fuck things up.

these r freaky but so so good. theres nothin i love more than boyfriends wreaking havoc on..everything. (the main warnings i’d say are for slight gore/violence and blasphemy. other than that i’d read the tags before you dive in)

if you love me, come clean by @victoryjacket​ (121k) *

AU in which Louis works at a recording studio where Harry’s ‘up and coming’ and ‘exciting’, soon-to-be famous indie band has just signed a deal to record their debut album at, and Louis’ never even heard of them for Christ’s sakes, but that doesn’t stop him from repeatedly catching the eye of the raven-haired, eyeliner-wearing and slightly dangerous-looking frontman (but he’s not interested, he isn’t.)

-everyone read my love’s fic right now. she writes tortured rockstar!harry beautifully and its just so good :-))))) ft. the slowest, sweetest burn 

a runaway american dream by dangerbears (15k)

AU. they take route 66 with only each other and their secrets.

-iconic. plus the whole thing is just hl trying and failing to be just bro pals and platonically share a bed

from the love to the lightning by orphan_account (22k) *

“i didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. because it’s the halves that halve you in half.”

 a like crazy au where harry and louis fall in america, but have to try to make it work when problems arise that force louis to stay in london.

-definitely in my top 10. first things first, the line that fucked me up forever: “Three thousand, four hundred and seventy one. There are 3471 miles and an entire ocean between them, but Harry doesn’t even have to get out of bed to find bone-crushing heartache.” AH. i think this might actually be the only long distance au ive ever read and its angsty as fuck but oh so worth it. like literally idek what to say except read this right now (warning for harry/ofc relationship that is pretty detailed, but i grew kinda fond of her? and anyway its mainly just a plot point to emphasize harrys pining for his tru love,,,,yk who) 

we can take the long way home by @eleadore (27k) *

“Fertile,” Louis says, and then laughs because it sounds stupid to say out loud. He hasn’t ever really thought of himself in those terms. Baby-making terms. It’s just one of those things his body can do, like exercise, or go without tea. Doesn’t mean he will.

or, The band takes a break. Harry and Louis come together.

-listen, i REALLY REALLY love this fic. its probably literally my favorite one shot, like, its really just so sweet and hot and its again one of those good ol RFWB tropes. loveeee

red brick heart by hazmesentir (99k) *

Harry has only had his room for thirty-two minutes when it stops being his.

Uni AU. Harry had turned up at the halls of residence expecting fun, new friends, and maybe a life experience or two. What he doesn’t expect is a surprise roommate who’s loud and dramatic and obsessed with tea and is maybe, actually, all he’s ever wanted.

-this is one of the few fandom faves i can get behind. i know its got that early era cliche of commitment phobe!louis but i really love hl’s relationship in this, and how harry comes to terms w his sexuality via making out w louis tomlinson like 500 times. plus the scene in the club where louis, uh, helps harry out just…GETS me, yknow? 

some things take root by navigator/quitter (50k) *

AU. Louis’ ex doesn’t get jealous of anyone besides Harry. Harry helps Louis use that to his advantage.

-pleasepleplalspelplseease. literally navigator can end me. this is THE fake relationship au yall, like, any fanart of hl making out near a bar gives me flashbacks to this fic. read it

keep yourself warm by navigator (20k)

AU. Harry sleeps around.

-this fic is really nice and oddly comforting, like, i just love the pining and the angst. its so !!!! 

with love comes strange currencies by mediaville (16k) *

One day One Direction will be over and Louis won’t be around Harry every waking moment. He’ll be able to finally get some space, let their bond dissipate as it’s bound to do, if they don’t mess up again. He can move to Costa Rica and forget that Harry Styles popped his first knot inside him. Until then, he’s going to have to deal with this.

or, They’re Accidentally Mated and Dealing With It Rather Badly.

-i con ic. listen, i have nothing against abo but im just .. not rly into it. however, THIS is the first abo fic i read and the only one i ever loved. like just the whole accidental mating and how it draws them to each other even tho its quite inconvenient, and how h takes cares of l when hes sick, i just..gotta go 

covered in lines (series) by mentalistecbm (24k)

He likes to imagine that he’s always aware of Harry’s eyes on him, but the spark that flashes across his body at how often Harry licks his lips while looking at his throat doesn’t feel like something he’s explicitly and consciously acknowledged before, but it feels familiar. Usual. Right.

(Louis is human, and Harry is lucky enough to be his vampire boyfriend.)

-noah fence but this is,,,, essentially twilight in au form, minus love triangles and werewolves. actually its completely different lmao, who am i, but the overall atmosphere and the vampire dynamics rly reminded me of it. i mean it in the best way!!! its so good, and anything involving dr*nking has me on the floor

weird honey by orphan_account (5k)

~staying up all night, talking blasphemous ash, weird honey~ 

(PWP where Harry is not 100% at home in his body and he and Louis use a sex toy to help work through the problem)

-this fic is soft and nice and makes me feel warm inside so highly recommend

who painted the moon black by throughthedark (95k) *

“People died,” Harry whispers so quietly Louis strains to hear. “People died, and I killed some of them. How does life just go on after something like that?”

Louis shakes his head. “I don’t know. It just does.”

Hunger Games AU where Louis Tomlinson is district six’s victor from the 69th Hunger Games and Harry Styles is district seven’s victor from the 72nd Hunger Games.

-listen. i do NOT want to talk about it. (ps harry throwing axes on the bbc literally  took me out by the knees bc of this fic)

one more for the stars by imsosorry (16k)

It’s different, and Louis knows that, because Harry’s got so much riding on this - a career and a future and his whole life. There’s talk of him going first overall in the draft, of entering the NFL after only two years in college, of going to New York or Seattle or Green Bay, and Louis wants to be there for him, wants to support him and help him make decisions, but he also kind of wants to pin him to the bed and cry and scream, What about me what about me what about me?

(au. Harry’s the star quarterback and Louis is about to graduate. It’s a heartbreak waiting to happen.)

-i think i mentioned before that sports au have me on the floor and this is no excpetion 

you and me were kings by ithacas (28k) *

harry plays football in a small town in west texas. louis might be the only person that doesn’t give a damn. au.

-another football au, this one with the added beauty of being set in southern us. im such a sucker for southern aus, mannnn, and this one is so soft and beautiful

hold onto your stars by vashtaneradas (16k) *

au; harry’s in the army, louis’ back home, and ninety days is a lifetime.

-are u srs????? this is another hazy may except…….Worse. like, im still working out the science of it but im pretty sure this killed me and brought me back to life just so i could suffer the pain of it forever. (nobody dies tho)

makes perfect by checkthemargins (8k)

“What if you practiced on like, a mannequin?” Louis presses. “Or one of those blow up sex dolls? Or even just like, I don’t know, a pillow or something. Whatever it’d fit around.”

Harry tilts his head thoughtfully, curls catching the light so entrancingly that Louis finds himself reaching up to push his fingers through them. “It’s different, though, innit? When it’s a real person. A pillow won’t snog me.”

“Why should it?” says Louis. “You can’t even take its bra off.”

hmmmm. hmmmmmmmm. im jus gonna leave this here,,,,,,,,,

all the diamonds you have here by vashtaneradas (21k) 

it hits louis now, how fucking close to the precipice they’re standing. 

or, an au feat. investment banking and children.

-its #confirmed that anything by vashtaneradas is guaranteed to be painful as hell. who said there cant be soul crushing angst in marriage/kid fics too ! 

wild and unruly by @100percentsassy/gloria_andrews (123k) *

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.

-ending this with a classic. i trust that everyone has read this masterpiece already and that i dont have to say anything about it other than w o w 

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tis all for now! happy reading and pleaseee feel free to yell @ me about these fics if you liked them as much as i did!!