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[skysole]

Far Away From It All

The Motorycle Boy told him to escape to the coast. And by God, Rusty-James was going to do it. Even when his thoughts revolve solely around everything he's leaving behind in the process.

fandom: rumble fish (s.e. hinton novel and 1983 film)

warnings: mentions of death, grief, angst, hurt no comfort, open ending

wc: 778

He rode.

He rode and he rode and he rode and he rode.

He rode until it hurt to keep his eyes open, until his legs were completely numb, until he felt nothing but the biting wind cutting through his jacket, until the scenery changed from the familiar streets of Tulsa to the desert lands of New Mexico and then finally the sandy beaches of California.

He didn’t stop, not even when he nearly crashed from exhaustion, not even when the tears fell for the second time that night, not even when sound started returning and cars honking startled him so bad he swerved off the road into a bush.

He just righted his cycle and climbed on again, speeding towards the coastline. The same coastline the Motorcycle Boy had seen just a week before.

And while he rode, he thought.

He thought about Steve, his sweet best friend who would wake up in the morning to the news of the Motorcycle Boy’s death and his best friend’s disappearance. 

He thought about Patty, not knowing that he loved her with every fiber of his being, falling asleep in the arms of Smokey. 

He thought about Smokey too, and how he had considered him a friend and all Smokey considered him was competition to steal the top spot from - the top spot, and the best damn girl in all of Tulsa.

He thought about Benny, who didn’t like him, but would wonder why he no longer showed up to play pool and raise business.

He thought about Donna - sweet little Donna, who would wonder where he ran off too, wonder if he was okay.

He even thought about his dad, his poor, drunken father who may not even notice his absence until he was far, far away.

But most of all, more than anyone, he thought about his brother.

He thought of Motorcycle Boy, who looked older than he was, who couldn’t see color and couldn’t hear half the time, who spoke softly in strange tongues no one could decipher yet everyone understood. Motorcycle Boy, who was the coolest guy in all of Tulsa, who led the gangs and ended the fights. Motorcycle Boy, who nearly every person would have followed into battle without a second thought simply because he asked them. Motorcycle Boy, who had only wanted to free the fish, give them space to keep them from killing each other and themselves.

And the more he thought of the Motorcycle Boy, the more the tears obstructed his view, and the more he remembered why he hated crying so much in the first place.

It hurt to cry. It made his head hurt, and his skin felt sticky with the salty tears that traced paths down his cheeks.

He would never see Motorcycle Boy again, never hear his strange way of speaking in that odd manner that captured everyone’s attention and wouldn’t let go. He’d never feel that overwhelming relief that washed over him like a wave when his brother returned home.

Because the Motorcycle Boy would never return home.

He was gone, and he was gone for good.

He would never see his best friend again. Steve would move on, make new friends, maybe he’d follow Smokey blindly too, and he wouldn’t have to think for two people anymore.

He’d never look into Patty’s warm, caring eyes again while he held her close, her body soft and emitting a warmth that always made him feel on fire, but the flames had always been gentle.

He’d never sit up when his father came home, guiding him to bed and wishing he would just stop drinking.

He wasn’t sure what broke his heart more: losing Patty, losing the Motorcycle Boy, or leaving everyone he knew - everything he knew - behind.

Maybe it was a combination of the three.

But the Motorcycle Boy had been to California, had seen their mother and been photographed. The last place he had visited before his life was cut short was the coast, and nothing short of death would keep him from going there himself.

He had been to the hospital, and as soon as those bandages were on his cut wrists, he had bolted. Tore out of there faster than they knew what was happening and grabbed a cycle, riding out of that stupid town and riding far away from where the Motorcycle Boy lay lifeless, his eyes still open and his lips twisted in that stupid, smug smile he rarely wore but would never, ever get to wear again.

And when the coastline came into view, he stood there, taking it all in, wondering the only question on his mind: what happens now?

[giveemhales]

🦇 My 30 Favorite Batfam Fics of 2024 🦇

I’m continuing my annual tradition of sharing some of my favorite fics that came out in the past year (you can see last year’s list here). This is just a way for me to show my love and appreciation for the many amazing artists/writers who keep the fandom alive. If you read any of these fics, please make sure to leave some kudos and comments! And there are so many amazing fics I wasn’t able to include, so I encourage you to show some appreciation to your own favorites!

Please be sure to read all tags and warnings. I’ve provided warnings for the darkest fics.

All of these fics were completed in 2024. I only do one fic per author, but definitely check out all of these authors’ other works. Also, most of these feature tim, because he is my favorite. Now, without further ado…

Sparkles by @iselsis (2k, jason & bruce, fluff, a/b/o dynamics, batman finds an omega kid covered in cuddle pollen and going into heat)

until the bounds of death have been unwound by @vinelark (2.9k, tim & jason, fantasy and angst with a hopeful ending, tim is a demigod and he goes to save jason from the underworld) (the sequel is also great!)

Sacrificial Lamb by @kgraces (3.3k, tim & bruce, angst with a happy ending, bruce makes a deal with the devil to trade tim’s life for jason’s, his kids later find out) (this fic messed me up, i actually think about it all the time)

wouldn’t wish it by @green-eyedfirework (3.3k, jason & damian & tim, whump/angst with a hopeful ending, talia calls jason to save his brothers from the league of assassins) *READ THE TAGS

Lucky Number Three by @sohotthateveryonedied (3.4k, tim & bruce, angst and hurt/comfort, bruce has to deal with the consequences of his actions while he was under the influence of truth serum) (won’t make much sense unless you read this fic which honestly destroyed me)

Anything by @byrambles (3.5k, dick-centric, angst with a happy ending, bruce tells dick he wants to adopt his siblings, dick assumes this does not mean him)

possess by @envysparkler (4.6k, bruce-centric, angst with a happy ending, bruce is possessed by a demon that want, fortunately jason has magic swords)

The Guilt Never Really Left, You Know by @neuro-psyche (4.9k, dick & jason, angst with a happy ending, nightwing saves and then confronts red hood) *READ THE TAGS

Sacrifice by @onemuseleft (5.4k, bruce & his kids, light angst with a happy ending, the justice league is successfully negotiating with alien invaders until they request the sacrifice of one of Batman’s children)

you’ll be alright [or else] by @call-me-quill (5.9k, tim & jason, angst with a happy ending, tim takes a bullet meant for jason and doesn’t understand why jason is so upset)

the bed and breakfast by @adelfie (6.2k, dick-centric, fluff and angst with a happy ending, dick is stranded at a b&b during blizzard, things seem fine until he realizes he’s being held hostage)

with the exception of… by @dss1101 (6.4k, tim-centric, hurt/comfort, everyone realizes tim had a very different experience with his batman than all the other kids)

How to be a Little Brother by @die-erlkonigin6083 (7.4k, damian-centric, fluff and light angst, damian tries to learn how to be a good younger brother)

Reply ‘STOP’ to Unsubscribe by @motleyfam & @batmoniker (8.4k, jason & tim, angst with a happy ending, tim imagines his dad when he’s hit with fear gas at school) (this will probably make more sense if you read the rest of the series first, but I don’t think is strictly necessary (but you should read the series anyway bc it’s great))

Of A Genius’ Legacy by @sparkoflena (8.5k, tim-centric, fluff, tim graduates high school, a lot more people than he expected show up)

Flatline by @dragonpyre (8.9k, jason-centric, angst with a happy ending, jason is injected with a drug that basically shuts down his body, he has to watch his family’s reactions to finding his “dead” body)

Our Dead Drink the Sea by @ghost-bxrd (9.2k, jason-centric, angst with a happy ending, jason is a selkie and bruce kept his pelt when he died, the red hood takes the pelt and the batfam want it back)

In The Back Room by WhumpKing223 (9.9k, dick & jason & tim, heavy angst with a hopeful ending, batman discovers black mask is holding three boys captive, bruce wayne decides to take them in) (the rest of the series is about the boys’ time with bruce and it is great) *READ THE TAGS

Boom, Boom, Pow! by LilaVaporizer9000 (11.1k, tim-centric, absolute hilarity, kid tim steals the batmobile and wreaks havoc/ saves the day)

how to feed your local demon by @inkpotsprite (14.5k, tim & dick & bruce, fluff and humor and light angst, dick is an incubus and isn’t doing well after jason’s death, tim shows up to help)

the fire under your feet by @phneltwrites (17.8k, tim & jason & damian, angst with a happy ending, tim shows up to the league of assassins while jason is still there, they must team up to save damian from ra’s)

Perfect Storm by @banditywrites (25.1k, tim-centric, angst with a happy ending, tim is winning the game of not needing anything from his parents, but it starts getting harder and his neighbors are concerned)

you’re not defenseless, i’ll be your shelter by @fandomtrash-whataboutit (26.3k, tim-centric, angst with a hopeful ending, tim is lex luthor’s captive and is in charge of watching over the new captives- young justice) (the only batfam relationship in this is tim & dick, but the rest of the series has more batfam plus timkon and is so good)

Brother of the Fucking Year by @aceofdivinechlorophyll (26.4k, jason-centric, fluff and crack, jason makes plans to chaotically meet and bond with his siblings… as red hood) (will probably make more sense if you read the first part of the series first, which is also funny and great)

Join the Club by @cephalog0d (26.9k, jason & tim & dick, fluff and humor and light angst, where tim and jason meet at school, tim is dick’s biggest fan, and jason thinks it would be funny to make them meet) (this was filled for me for FTH but I would have included this fic regardless, it’s great)

What Christmas Means To Me by @taralaurel (29.9k, tim & dick & jason & bruce, fluff and angst, tim meets bruce when he is dressed as santa and asks for his parents to be home for Christmas, the batfam takes this as a challenge)

Screaming In The Dark (While We All Play Our Part) by @yourwakingnightmares (32.9k, dick & jason & tim & damian, heavy angst with a hopeful ending, the batboys are captives of a very evil batman, they escape and go to the justice league for help) (I also rec the sequel, which is ongoing and great) *READ THE TAGS

The Right Substitution is Key by @addictedapple (34.4k, jason-centric, fluff and crack and light angst, nightwing and batman go missing, robin asks red hood to fill in as batman)

the loneliness in worth by @yeeyee123 (56.1k, tim & damian, angst with a happy ending and humor, tim is supposed to be training in paris, he instead ends up with the league of assassins and decides he’s gonna help damian get to his father)

Northern Attitude (I Was Raised on Little Light) by @theskeptileptic (103.2k, tim-centric, heavy angst with a happy ending, tim is bruce’s biological son, jack drake has been punishing him his whole life for this, the batfam just want tim in their life) (technically not finished, but I didn’t put it in the WIP section as there is only one chapter left and it’s honestly at a satisfying stopping point) *READ THE TAGS, there is graphic child abuse

+5 WIPs I’d love to see more of in 2025!

[Refuge] by @raberbagirl (7.6k, tim & jason & dick, mostly fluff, the boys take refuge from the streets in the abandoned and supposedly haunted Wayne manor, the spirit of the manor is just happy to care for the kids)

a cuckoo in the nest by @antebunny (9.4k, tim-centric, angst and fluff, bruce makes a deal with the fae to get jason back, he has to take tim in in return, tim just wants to be loved)

Mine by @millytsworld (18k, jason & dick, angst with a happy ending, dick is the right hand man to an infamous mob boss (bruce) and decides jason is his new little brother, jason completely misunderstands dick’s intentions) *READ THE TAGS

Losing Time by hatlessmule (40.3k, tim-centric, angst (hopefully with a happy ending), tim finds himself in a universe where he doesn’t exist, the batfam want to know who this flighty kid is)

Care and Keeping and Kryptonite by @mild-and-hammered (96.9k, superbat ft. the bat kids, fluff and light angst, mild-mannered reporter clark is injured and has to stay with playboy bruce wayne and neither know the other’s secret identity, meanwhile bruce’s kids start meddling to bring the two closer together)

[dreamlandbarnes]

f1 fic recs

a compilation of all the fics i've been reading in the f1 rpf tag on ao3! please leave comments and kudos for the authors, and check the tags before reading. sorted by pairing, and summary and word count are provided. none of these fics are mine.

if your fic is on here and you want it removed, please let me know!

part 2

charles leclerc / max verstappen

bloodsport by 140445 | 37,711 words | M

“I don’t care about then, you are here now,” Charles says. “You are on my side now.” Max is on his side. It’ll feel like that, too, at some point. Surely. Or: Max and Charles as teammates for the 24 hours of Le Mans.

such murderous and vengeful desire by foggystars | 20,676 words | E

Where Carlos’ girlfriend has her fingers crossed, keeps covering her eyes as if she can’t bear to watch, Max is focused, mouth set in a hard line. He’s leaning in, balancing on the edge of his seat. To anybody else he looks intent, focused on the screen. To Charles, he looks like a bird, poised to take wing. Like he’s about to fly right through the screen and take the steering wheel from Charles’ clumsy hands, get in there and drive the car himself. When Max Verstappen suffers a career ending injury, he pours all his effort into turning his old rival, Charles Leclerc, into a worthy champion. Five years and two world championships later, they finally decide to talk about it.

like in love with me by linearity | 7,800 words | T

Austria 2019, a two-person house party, Abu Dhabi 2021, a silly lover’s quarrel, and a stove-side morning proposal.

Anonym by additiv | 13,971 words | E

The truth is, Max finds Charles unbelievably annoying. He’s chaotic and unpredictable. He’s staring at Max across the room one moment, and in the next, seems to have forgotten he exists. He swaps clothes with people at random, whipping off his faded Gucci t-shirt in the middle of the dance floor, to trade it for some girl’s crop top, laughing and crowding close to block the view of her body while they make the exchange. When he disappears to the bathroom, Max never knows whether he’ll reappear with glitter on his eyelids, or white powder on his nose. He flirts with every person in the room, and probably sleeps with them too. He ignores Max completely, then goes home with him. He’s always gone when Max wakes up; nothing left behind, nothing missing. He refuses to stay the night, but refuses to let Max get over him. And, he refuses to let Max know anything about him.

when you cut me open by triangularity (linearity) | 44,900 words | E

Well, Charles concedes, miserably. He did die last night. A few days staying with his vampire ex-boyfriend probably isn’t the worst thing he’ll have gone through in January.

a life in your shape by weiwuxian (BreathOfDream) | 29,431 words | E

“Oh god, not you,” Charles groans, crossing his arms on his chest. The Batman visibly rolls his eyes (blue, of course, because all men that messed with Charles’ life had that in common apparently) at his reaction, but another look at Charles makes him step closer. “Yes, always a pleasure. Are you ok?” or: 5 times both Max and the Batman makes Charles' life a lot more complicated than needed + 1 time he doesn't

Frecheit by additiv | 208,723 words | E

The first time that Max heard the name Charles Leclerc was in 2022, just after winning his first WDC. Maybe it only stuck because he heard it twice in one night; first as Leclerc was announced as the 2022 F3 champion. Second, as Helmut lamented not signing him to the Red Bull driver development program. Now, Max is ready to put the newly-promoted Ferrari driver in his place. The problem is, Leclerc seems to think his place is on the top step of the podium. And he is not playing by the rules. An age-difference fic, where they never got to work out their differences as kids. 3-time WDC Max's experience of being personally victimised by baby-Charles.

in dream by 140445 | 81,025 words | E

Charles tried to figure out the dream on his own. In the morning he sat down with a cup of coffee, trying to make sense of what he had seen—he even googled it. Surely, Charles couldn't be the first or only person to dream about someone he shouldn't. But there were no search results for my professional rival is suddenly also my soulmate or soulmate dream of someone i'm not supposed to want???.  (In a world where soulmates identified each other by sharing a dream, Charles dreamt of the last person he expected.)

heart of the wind by pipitass | 13,830 words | M

There’s a slip of paper taped next to one of the doorbells — third floor, second door. It should, in theory, be the one directly across from his own. Max V. “Yes?” “Uh— hi.” He clears his throat. “It’s your neighbor. From across the street. Your, your clothes…” He doesn’t really know what to say after that. Hi, I got into a street fight with your bedsheets yesterday. Welcome to the neighborhood.

charles_leclerc ✔️ posted: 😘 by ninetqs | 11,500 words | M

Charles posts a photo with a mystery man and casually breaks the Internet in the process.

cameras in the traffic lights by c_e_1 | 9,958 words | M

Pop Crave @PopCrave • Aug 13 2023 Popstar Charles Leclerc has put his instagram on private after fans spotted Formula 1 driver Max Verstappen in the background of his vacation photos 303 comments | 1.6K retweets | 10K likes

(don't read) the last page by mintchocolatechip97 | 7,475 words | E

Max feels a light tap on his arm, and turns to see the beautiful door-opener, chestnut brown curls fluffed up on his head like he’s been running his hands through his hair. “I have been on a set a time or two,” the man says, trying and failing to wink, “but this is my first time in a writers room, so you are not the only rookie here.” He clearly speaks English fluently, but has a smidge of a European accent, which Max thinks might be French. “I’m sorry,” Max says, a little annoyed that this stranger is speaking to him as if they know each other, “I didn’t catch your name?” Several emotions flit over the man’s face, in such quick succession that Max can’t quite catch them all. In the end, he looks mortified. “Oh, I am so sorry,” he says, “This is going to sound terrible, like I am the worst kind of person, but I thought you would know who I was.” Dr. Max Verstappen gets hired as the expert medical consultant for a new Netflix show. Charles Leclerc, former teen heartthrob, stars.

all i know of love is hunger by 140445 | 28,509 words | E

Anger flares in Charles’ chest. Not the kind that he feels in the car, when he’s on Max’s tail, when they are braking late and later. The one that’s been looming over his head ever since Max announced his retirement. The one he hasn’t been able to tame until now, until he can give it a name. Betrayal.

hollywood and highland by japrufrocks | 26,730 words | E

Max had left New York a week before Charles had, seven days exactly. Max had gone to Hollywood; Charles had gone to a hospital. Now they're starring in the same film. Hollywood gives its darlings everything. It takes everything too.

straight lines (that unwind you) by 140445 | 16,330 words | E

“Do you know him?” Arthur asks. “No,” Charles decides. Because he does not. He knows Max is a mathematics major, and that he plays chess. And that he hits the gym. And what he looks like when he comes. Details.

all to play for by linearity | 49,300 words | E

Charles Leclerc is not at Red Bull to win races. He is here to win championships.

my thoughts will echo your name by witchee_writer | 38,826 words | M

“Do you think you’ll ever want to do Le Mans one day?” asked Max, glancing sideways at the man sitting next to him. Charles’ eyes lit up, a grin spreading across his face. “I think I want to win Le Mans one day.”

heart on your sleeve by nyoomfruits | 4,812 words | T

The thing about having a racing helmet that constantly displays your emotions for the whole world to see, is that you kind of get used to it after a while. These days Charles almost forgets it’s even a thing. Almost. But then he goes and falls in love.

ghost of you by nyoomfruits | 3,436 words | T

“All right, are you now finally ready to explain why four time world driver champion Charles Leclerc is currently in my living room?” Max says, as Charles towels off his hair. Charles pauses, lets the towel fall into his lap, stares at Max with wide eyes. “I’m sorry, did you say four time?”

The HR Situation by thearchercore | 3,027 words | Gen

Jacob found out many things during his first month in the new HR role - Mary and Connor from Aero Engineering were dating. Thomas and Nick from Comms got recently divorced and it's a sensitive subject. Eddie from Legal had to go to an Anger Management class but hasn't had any issues since his return. Oh, and also - Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc were fucking weird about each other. or: Charles and Max go to Mercedes and the HR Department is in shambles.

Sawtooth by nottonyharrison | 40,305 words | E

In another universe, Max rejected karting at the age of fifteen, no longer prepared to be a proxy for his father’s dream. He moved back to Belgium to live with his mum and sister, excelled at school, and eventually went on to complete a Masters of Mechanical Engineering. Now 27, after four years working for Alfa Romeo and Sauber, first as a junior performance engineer and then on the pit wall for Zhou Guanyu, he’s put forward for a job with Ferrari when Carlos Sainz is left without a race engineer thanks to the increasingly hectic F1 schedule. The problem is, Max has a crush on Carlos’ teammate. A huge, obvious, embarrassing crush that leaves him stumbling for words, face burning every time he’s within six feet of the guy. What makes it even worse is that sometimes he’s sure that Charles is looking right back.

leminiscate by weiwuxian (BreathofDream) | 27,799 words | E

Charles tries to imagine Max, on the opposite side of the kitchen. Eating bread too, like he did that first morning of the After—gross and charming. Tries to think about the way he would hold him, maybe. Of the softness of his lips, glossed by butter; and how he would laugh and push him away. His phone dings and he blinks himself awake once again.

achilles comes down by sincerelylancelot | 21,068 words | M

The World Championship trophy rests in his trembling hands, his name etched in fine gold. It isn't until he's staring down at it—his name nestled close to Max’s—that he realises his dreams have always been carved out of someone else’s pain. Jules. Max. And now, maybe even himself.

charles leclerc / carlos sainz jr

a bad recompense for your love by steviethenarwhal | 65,162 words | M

“I do not want to date you,” Charles says. Carlos’s eyes slide warily over to him. He tries to explain. “I do not date men. It would be… not smart.” “I don’t want to date you either,” Carlos says. “I do not date racecar drivers.”

translation theory by linearity | 9,500 words | E

Charles Leclerc, Ferrari’s golden boy, their Il Predestinato. He likes it up the ass and likes getting fucked by rockstars who have more tattoos than thoughts in their brains. What a fucking joke.

semiotic study by linearity | 8,600 words | E

Carlos knows. He knows what this is and what this is not. This is not romance, this is not love, but Charles makes it so easy to slip into that illusion. Charles makes it so hard, and Carlos cannot be without.

last night by venerat | 24,259 words | E

Rule #1: When you go to America, don't lose your virginity to your best friend's roommate. Charles fails Rule #1.

Good Boy by chiliconcarlos | 8,445 words | E

Really, it’s all Alex’s fault. ~~ Or: the one where Charles and Carlos want to settle the question of who's better in bed.

at the dinner table with god and my father by Cloudcollector | 4,599 words | M

There is a table in his house that knows more about him than his father. Or, Carlos and his father. And the family dinner table through the years.

win or lose (it's how you play the game) by chiliconcarlos | 18,321 words | E

It all starts because of a stupid bet.   Or: Carlos suggests a hickey bet for their '23 season, and it goes about how you'd expect.

darling by magnificentbirb | 6,579 words | T

The pet names begin as a joke.

carlos sainz jr / oscar piastri

take it or leave it by venerat | 6,771 words | E

r/relationships: My (22M) coworker (29M) keeps irritating me at work

he just turned in like i didn't exist by linearity | 36,500 words | E

Oscar doesn’t have a problem with his soulmate. It’s his soulmate who has the fucking problem.

Happy Death Race by powerfulowl (playmyace) | 28,390 words | E

Carlos gazes up at the fake blue sky. Dopey grin, contrapposto pose, head as empty as the cottony clouds above. “Look, look. Look, Piastri. It is always daylight.” Oscar imagines pushing him into the piss water canal. "Yeah, cool. Stop dying!" (Oscar is in a time loop and Carlos won't stop dying.)

when both our cars collide by buildyourfences | 8,483 words | M

It’s race day, which means his phone shouldn’t be ringing. And yet, it is. “Carlos, why are you not at the track yet? We are waiting for you.” “But–” “I sent you the updated schedule last night, please get here as soon as possible.” The call ends. He blinks down at the phone in his hand. Friday, March 1. Well, that’s not right. Carlos is trapped in a time loop. He can't stop crashing with Oscar.

at a constant speed by wisteriagoesvroom (bobaheadshark) | 11,676 words | E

“Are you close?” Oscar asks. “What does it look like?” “I wasn’t expecting it to be, uh, so…” What? Oscar wants to add. Hot? Desperate? Pathetic? All of the above? --- Or, carcar get themselves into a situationship, and it just keeps situating.

left a calling card so they would know that it was me by xxxdeerlordxxx | 6,139 words | E

Carlos continues to sit there, in the cockpit with his back to the wall, pieces of the torn advertisements raining down on him. He can see a big screen from where he’s at, the replays they show over and over, of Carlos spinning out, of Oscar driving away from the incident like nothing happened. Because of course no one believes him. But Carlos knows that Oscar’s to blame. Just not in the way people might think.

hatred cradles you by foggystars | 6,829 words | E

“You see?” Carlos asks, hanging up the phone. “He does not pick up.” Oscar shrugs, unsure why Carlos seems to think this is his problem. Just because Oscar’s his teammate doesn’t mean he knows where Lando is at all times, like some sort of twink-seeking missile. Then Carlos says, “I wait for him in here,” and nods to himself. He’s walking into Oscar’s hotel room before he can stop him, and all Oscar can do is blink stupidly at the empty stretch of hallway where Carlos once stood.

in midnight’s jaws by Springsteen | 30,806 words | E

Werewolves are fiction, the stuff of books and movies just like witches and zombies. Men do not turn into wolves, or fly on broomsticks, or raise the dead. There must be a logical explanation for the restlessness in Carlos's blood, for the waves of pain so sudden and intense it feels as though his bones are trying to break free of his body. Surely there is a perfectly good reason for Carlos to have woken in the dirt the morning after a full moon, with no idea where he is or how he got there. And surely there was a reason he turned to Oscar Piastri, of all people, for help.

pulling teeth by arboretics | 9,030 words | Not Rated

Oscar is very private, very in control. Carlos pretends he is both of those things, too. But after a late night collision in Baku 2024, things spiral between them into something straddling a game and an uncomfortable intimacy. A year on, Oscar and Lando are battling for the championship, Carlos is fighting for low points finishes, and Oscar loses his grip on the whole situation.

the better half of a good time by antimonyandthyme | 4,413 words | E

“Most guys, they look at the date.” He manages to make it sound both admiring and chiding. Oscar is very quickly losing control of this conversation. “Do you make a habit of just giving your license out? To every stranger you meet?” “Only those I really like.”

reckless attention by crescenteluce | 4,290 words | E

It’s probably on Oscar to be the bigger person here, to tell Carlos if he can’t do it sober, he shouldn’t be doing it at all. But that’s the thing about Carlos – he doesn’t exactly inspire Oscar to be the best version of himself.

george russell / max verstappen

winning mentality by linearity | 18,500 words | E

It’s not, like, a thing. It’s only happened twice, if you don’t count the time during the pre-season when Max shoved a thigh against George’s crotch, and George, touched-deprived and broken-hearted, let out a sharp gasp and came instantly. Max, looking shocked and frightened, stormed away.

cut your teeth by 140445 | 9,224 words | E

And that is the thing that brought George here. Eat or be eaten. It’ll happen either way. Maybe here, he will like the taste.

full throttle by calenmirel | 3,397 words | E

Later, Max will turn to him, meeting his gaze head on, and ask if George truly hadn’t seen him in his mirrors at turn eight, like George had claimed. He'll rub his hands on his racesuit as he says it, like he'll be rid of the phantom feeling of George's hair from between his fingers if he wipes them hard enough. George will look back at him, licking the taste of Max from the back of his teeth like he can savour it, and will reply, “of course I didn’t,” lying through his smile.

alexander albon / george russell

a feeling all brand new by ginnydear | 16,481 words | M

Alex is halfway through his sandwich when he starts to feel talkative, so he takes a sip of his tea and waits for Logan to finish chewing before he says what’s running through his mind at full speed. “I think I’m homophobic.”

nothing but teeth by crescenteluce | 25,057 words | E

“Oh, come on.” Alex says, poking George in the thigh again with his foot. “Don’t tell me you’ve never done a little-” Alex makes a complicated hand-wavy gesture that has the contents of his glass nearly sloshing over the sides. “At your fancy boy schools, a little stiff upper-lipped make-out amongst the chaps? In between rounds of cricket and fox hunting?”

carlos sainz jr / max verstappen

ease the madness by magnificentbirb | 12,231 words | M

Max signed away his soul on his sixteenth birthday.

pierre gasly / charles leclerc

a long time (maybe forever) by strongestavenger | 10,021 words | T

AITA: homophobic but only to my roommate/best friend? First of all, I swear I have never been a discriminatory person – I have lots of gay friends and my little brother is bisexual. I know that sounds stupid as hell but it’s my only defense right now. My problem is that I (Marc, 26M, straight) have a roommate (Jacques, 28M, gay), who has also been my best friend since we were kids, and I think I’ve started to feel homophobic towards him? (or: Charles needs some outside help to figure things out.)

miscellaneous / general / multi

One thousand laps of jeddah by in_in_in_in_in_in_in | 68,585 words | Gen

George feels sick for the whole ride to the track. He has no idea how he got from breakfast to the car, let alone how he shook off Alex. He knows that he said ‘for god’s sake, Alex, I’m not on drugs’ about a hundred times, even though he’s not at all sure that it’s the truth. What else could have happened to him? Did he dream the race last night?

eat them alive by linearity | 57,000 words | E

Oscar lost Lando a championship and left McLaren. There was still a year in between.

the condominium community committee by jusst_you_wait | 36,452 words | T

the condominium community - 2:36pm Oscar and Logan have been added to the chat George Hello, welcome to a group chat we have for the Formula apartment building! There are only 18 (20 now) of us so we like to keep in contact about the building maintenance and other neighbourly orders of business. I’m George, and I liaise with the building manager on behalf of all of us when there is a building specific issue rather than an apartment issue. Welcome to the building! Lando do u copy and paste that from ur notes every time Alex I bet he has it memorised ~ or, the ridiculous chat fic where the f1 grid all live in the same apartment building

temperature get to you by minieggs11 | 9,339 words | E

It’s Logan’s last ride of the night, it’s clearly two drunk tourists going back to their hotel. As long as they give him a five star rating, he doesn’t care what happens.

sugar and spice by pipitass | 10,785 words | E

“Do you know already? Who you’ll pick?” Oscar frowns. Eyes still closed, scrunched now. Sharp brows downturned, meeting in the middle of his face. “When you win.” The frown deepens for a second. Then his face releases, and he shrugs. Shuffles as he goes to lay down, kicking his shoes off before he brings them up so his toes are poking at Max’s thigh, settling in. “Someone nice.”

triple header by 140445 | 7,890 words | E

Because Oscar isn’t here with Charles. And he’s not here with Max. He doesn’t get it, this thing between Max and Charles. They look like they’re here together, share glances that make Oscar feel like an intruder—but Max brought Oscar back to the booth to sit with them. For Charles to flirt with him. As if it’s some kind of game, where Max brings back prey for Charles to take.

somebody else by piastrism | 31,252 words | E

Oscar misses the color lilac — the color of the twilight sky behind Charles as they drank wine on Sedici, and the long-faded color left behind on his hips by Max’s fingertips.

we'll take the shadows (since the limelight isn't ours) by magnificentbirb | 2,177 words | T

Lando hears the screech of tires on asphalt behind him, the distant crunch of carbon fiber colliding with a wall. He glimpses only the aftermath of the carnage—the dust and smoke, the flashing lights, the unmistakable gleam of bright red—and then he’s clear. And that’s when the seconds slow down.

possessed by light by Anonymous | 6,885 words | Gen

It is a lesson you learn alone. Or that you are supposed to learn alone. At some point you will look at yourself in the mirror and see not just flesh and blood. You will see the capabilities beyond that. You will see your body as a ladder to forever ascend, to always want more. You will see just what you’re made of—and you will realise it has to be used. You will learn not to waste it. Charles did not learn that on his own.

[luckychild]

I’ve been following the story since almost the beginning! Please know there are plenty of people who don’t have accounts but love the storytelling and imagination you’ve put into this story. I know we’re not as exciting as the commenters and the others that leave physical traces of appreciation, but we’re still here giving our support. PS- as a follow Texan, I know Kurama probably wouldn’t be able to get his hands on a blue bonnet, but I bet he could make a yellow rose.

This ask was submitted in 2021, and I remember it vividly. I remember reading it and feeling frustrated. I remember thinking that if I couldn't reply without sounding frustrated, I couldn't reply at all.

Unfortunately, to this day I am frustrated by this ask.

Specifically, I'm frustrated by the line "I know we’re not as exciting as [...] others that leave physical traces of appreciation, but we’re still here giving our support."

The problem is that you're not giving support.

It feels like this asker misses something really obvious, and I do not want to come across as patronizing when I point it out, but the language above makes me feel like the obvious needs to be said:

If you are not commenting or leaving a kudo, I do not know you exist.

Let me be clearer: If you read a fic, and you do not interact by even doing the bare minimum of hitting a kudo/like button (which is an INCREDIBLY low cost, low effort form of support!), the writer of that fic doesn't know you exist. And if they don't know you exist, how can they possibly assume you are somehow supporting them? Writers aren't omniscient!

I don't want to sound condescending by sharing the dictionary definition of "support," but there seems to be some confusion about what that means, so here it is:

"To give encouragement to someone beause you want them to succeed."

And what does encouragement mean?

"Words or behavior that give someone confidence."

Silence and absence are not tangible. They are not visible. They are not perceivable. How can silence possibly inspire confidence?

I'm very sorry to say this, but writers have no reason to assume that silent readers are enjoying their work. When the hits creep up and no one says anything, we have absolutely no reason to assume those silent readers like what they saw. In fact, if someone reads my work and comes away with nothing to say, it's pretty reasonable to assume they either didn't like the work or didn't resonate with it emotionally.

Reading silently does not inspire confidence in writers. It is not support.

Because support is tangible. Support is visible. Support is something you can perceive. It is a cause that has an effect.

If I do not know you exist, I have no reason to assume you are somehow supporting me. Quite literally, if no words or behaviors that provide encouragement are being provided, no support is being given.

Fanfiction is a gift economy. Fanwriters create works with no pay or compensation other than what the fandom can provide by means of support, encouragement, and community. Our fanfic (our labor!) is a gift to the community. The only gift we can get back is engagement. Call it transactional if you want, but fandom can only thrive when people interact with each other and foster a community together. That back-and-forth trade of interaction is what builds fandom. When fanwriters give the gift of their work to the community, they are hoping the community will give a small gift back in the form of kudos and comments. That's how we find each other and maintain relationships. That's how we build community.

If interaction dries up, so will the fanfic, and so will the fandom itself.

Silence is how fandoms die.

If you read silently, you are not fostering community. You are happily taking a gift, one freely given, and not giving anything back.

And that's fine, to be honest. You can do that. No one will get mad at you. After all, no one knows you exist. Can't get mad at a ghost.

But please. For my sake, please do not confuse silently reading for actual support of a writer, artist, or community. It is not supportive. I won't condemn anyone for reading silently, but at the same time, you cannot confuse silence for actual support.

((Someone is going to get mad and say they're too anxious to comment. OK, cool. Leave some emojis. Leave a kudo. Use a copy/paste comment you can lean on to do the heavy lifting. But if you think you're too anxious to comment, imagine how anxious a writer must feel posting their work in public. And imagine how anxious they get if they get zero interaction at all. We're all anxious. That's fine. But if you're consuming fanwork and not giving any form of support back, you are not fostering fandom, and that's something you should be aware of and own.))

[allwaswell16]

A One Direction fic rec of fics that deal with mental illness in some way as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments. You can find my other recs here.

- Louis / Harry -

✧ rather be sad with you (than anywhere away from you) by ohsailor

(E, 145k, uni) Louis, Niall, and Liam have already been living together for four years when they get a new roommate. Harry’s in pre-med and Louis is struggling to graduate and fulfill his family’s hope of him becoming an esteemed lawyer while battling his mental health.

✧ My Lights Stay Up, But Your City Sleeps by PearlyDewdrops

(E, 108k, fwb) Louis has trouble sleeping, Harry has a habit of wrapping himself around Louis during the nights, and a mutual agreement to engage in a fun and simple thing quickly turns into something perhaps not so fun, and certainly not simple.

✧ another dream but always you by you_explode / @nobodymoves

(M, 66k, superpower) Harry is a Dreamwalker; he has the ability to visit people in their dreams and help put them on the right path. He's assigned to Louis, who's struggling after the break-up of his band. 

✧ From This Moment On by therogueskimo / @bravetemptation

(NR, 52k, famous/not famous) Louis Tomlinson needs a tour photographer, and he thinks he's found the one in the mysterious H on Instagram. Harry Styles swore he'd never do tour photography again - that is, until he did.

✧ knives don't have your back by @turnyourankle

(M, 51k, uni) The lone survivor of an on campus massacre that claimed the lives of his four housemates, Harry is urged to take a sabbatical or transfer. Instead, he chooses to stay in school, move into the dorms, and overcome his fears.

✧ we should open up (before it's all too much) by @disgruntledkittenface

(M, 43k, vampire Louis) Struggling with grieving and depression since his dad died, Harry has never felt so alone. It’s too much to cope with on his own, but he feels like a burden when he tries to open up with people. Then he meets Louis.

✧ there now, steady love (so few come and don't go) by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(M, 42k, supernatural) It becomes just another fact of life. The sky is blue. The grass is green. Louis sees when people are about to die.

✧ Here (In Your Arms) by @afangirlfantasy

(G, 42k, enemies to lovers) College AU where Louis is the upperclassman frat boy with problems too deep for alcohol to drown out, and Harry is the stereotypical freshman with plans to figure out who he is.

✧ You and Me by delsicle / @eeveedel

(E, 36k, Dunkirk) Alex goes to war. He comes back and everything is the same -- his hometown, his flat, the boy with the bad heart he left behind. Everything is same. Except for him.

✧ Lead Butterfly by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(M, 32k, pirates) When the ship Harry lives on is boarded and overtaken by the crew of The Lady Charlotte, he thinks it’s going to be the end of the line. What he’s not expecting is to be brought onto the ship and provided safe passage. At least, as long as no one finds they’ve mistaken a common pirate for a noble.

✧ To Give You a Hand to Hold by gettingaphdinlarry

(NR, 26k, military) Marine Louis Tomlinson is medically discharged when an IED explodes in Afghanistan. Months later, he's reunited Stateside with his Navy medic Harry Styles. The two of them shelter each other even as they refuse to admit they're in the throes of PTSD, until one night nearly destroys them.

✧ With These Arms Folded by @taggiecb

(NR, 21k, famous/not famous) Harry Styles is living a peaceful existence in California as a very successful songwriter. That is until he receives a curious email one sunny summer morning, and his life almost immediately gets turned upside down

✧ You're A Universe by Jiksa / @jiksax

(E, 15k, kid fic) Louis’s a stay-at-home dad in London and Harry’s a business expat in Qatar. Louis doesn’t know how much longer their marriage can survive the distance.

✧ the colors that i can't change by bravestyles / @bravestylesao3

(NR, 15k, hurt/comfort) Harry has Dissociative Identity Disorder, and Louis tries his best to understand.

✧ You're a Habit Hard to Break by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove

(T, 11k, exes) Everyone deals with breakups differently. Louis feels everything all at once -- hurt, anger, sadness. Harry feels nothing at all. They're two broken people, but they don't know how to fix themselves alone.

✧ your best fake smile by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf

(G, 6k, first date) Harry reluctantly agrees to a first date with Louis at Coney Island.

✧ You've Got A New Life (Am I Bothering you?) by LilyBlue28

(NR, 5k, omegaverse)  the one where Louis is an omega who suffers from PTSD and is triggered one day. He doesn't know how to ask for help from his doting alpha, doesn't think he deserves it, and tries to handle it on his own.

✧ I'm Falling Again by @jaerie

(M, 3k, canon) Just like the last three times, his call went straight to voicemail, driving home the fact of just how badly he’d fucked up.

- Rare Pairs -

✧ You Don't Care About Me (One More Night) by @lululawrence

(NR, 60k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) the one where Louis pines for Harry and Nick helps ease his way into figuring himself out through a friends with benefits sort of arrangement. Things quickly turn complicated.

✧ Lost Coastlines by pukeandcry

(T, 21k, Harry/Nick Grimshaw) It's been a year since Harry and Niall died in a plane crash – only it turns out they didn't, because they've just been rescued from the island they've been stranded on, and Harry is suddenly back in Nick's life, not quite good as new.

[umbramemeblog]

reminders for new black butler fans

I am terrified that new fans are gonna come in (especially from twitter...shudders) and start screaming the same thing's we've been hearing since forever, so let me reiterate some things for you guys

we love sebaciel

most of the anime is CANON.

be weird about every character

say that you "want maurice cole to die" or "wish he had alois' trauma"

the public school arc is a glorified version of harry potter. knock it off.

for the love of GOD do give gregory the virgil sanders treatment i am begging on my hands and knees he is just shy and artistic and your little storm cloud

black butler is a very dark and triggering story. there are a lot of triggering themes within the manga (moreso the anime I have to be honest). if these themes upset you, then it may be for you.

okay now for some general reminders

if someone ships something you don't like. who cares. if you don't like it, then don't interact with it. simple as that!

this goes for people who ship minors and adults you guys are fucking awesome.

you don't have to like someone else's au. again, don't like, don't interact. it's easy

what sexuality / gender / race someone headcanons another character as is none of your business

uhh i dont remember who is sascha

you don't have to accept the fanon (or canon really lol, that's why au's exist), there is no obligation

if someone says that bb is their special interest or hyperfixation your first instinct should not be to shit on them for it

DO NOT HARASS THE ENGLISH VOICE ACTORS, PLEASE PLEASE

don't harass the play actors either now that I'm here

like and reblog art, leave comments and kudos on fanfics

be a freak for the love of god. don't harass people.

okay that's it! byeeeee

[becausebuckley]

michelle's buddie fic recs: week 39!

yay more fics! guys i have to tell you this was an excellent reading week for me, so many brilliant fics!

two things: some of these fics aren't buddie but gen/a rare pair, but i figured i'd keep the title, since it applies to the majority of fics. i'll make sure it's clear which fics are for other ships! also, now that season 8 is airing, i've decided to keep the buddie fic rec list spoiler-free, and i'm setting up a season 8 rec list alongside it. this week's season 8 list can be found here!

this is a mix of fics with all ratings, so some include NSFW content. please take a look at both the ratings and the fic tags before reading!

if you come across something you like in this list, remember to show some love to the author by leaving kudos and a comment!

5 times buck and eddie thought they were on the same page +1 where they figured it out | WendyDarling95/@bi-buck-hi-eddie | 11.8k | E

"Ok but miscommunication trope where Eddie keeps trying to tell Buck he’s a werewolf and Buck thinks Eddie’s telling him he’s a furry. Buck would buy a fur suit absolutely" i'm genuinely not joking when i say that this fic was the highlight of my week. it's crack treated seriously in the absolute best way, i was howling (lol) while reading. brilliant <3

the book of love | colonoscopys/@colonoscopys | 8.1k | G

It was a pretty regular day. He had an eight hour shift the day before, slept in a little bit, ate dry toast and drank a black coffee before dropping Chris off at physical therapy for an hour. If he had known he was gonna die, he would have sprung for the hashbrowns in the freezer. time loop fic!! lovely lovely time loop fic!!

but you're holdin' me like water in your hands | TheGirlWithTheKite/@muddiedfoxglove | 11k | E

In which Eddie offers a helping hand when Buck's relationship starts to sour. (The Frogboiled Infideleddie Fic) frogboiled infideleddie?? yall the way i ran to this fic the second i saw it <3 so so so good

constant craving | Inell/@inell | 7.8k | E

Buck and Eddie have recently started dating, and it’s their third official date. While playing a game of pool, they make a little wager, and Buck gets to indulge a craving he’s had for years. i spent a lovely hour this morning catching up inell's recent fics and i highly recommend you do the same!! brilliant fics, both of the sweet and spicy variety <3

FREE MOUSTACHE RIDES | Killbothtwins | 5k | T

All is not well in Station 118. Gerrard is running the show, Christopher is gone, and, worst of all, Eddie has a mustache now. Somehow, it's only Buck who realizes how catastrophic this is. this is exactly the fic i needed to cheer me up earlier this week. so good, so funny!!

keep your brittle heart warm | Ink_Dancer | 8.8k | T

Buck convinces Eddie, notoriously a dog person, to adopt a cat. Buck then helps Eddie adjust to his new family member while the cat tries to meddle in their relationship. fics like this make me want to adopt a cat even more than i already do. so sweet, so cute, i love pinto bean <3

a little wisdom | Daisies_and_Briars/@cal-daisies-and-briars | 8.6k | T

Christopher comes home from Texas and needs his wisdom teeth removed, which leads to a larger discussion on hurt and comfort and needs that Eddie doesn't see coming. the diaz boys <3 i love them so much and they're so so well-written here!!

the more it hurts, the less it shows | ummrys/@ummrys | 2.4k | M

Eddie finally hears the story of Dr Wells, and Buck finally understands the depth of what happened to him. so well-written and a great look at the whole dr wells thing!!

nothin' but a little shut eye | Tizniz/@tizniz | 3.9k | G

Buck and Eddie accidentally nap together. And then keep napping together. buddie naps i love you so much <3 this is the softest cutest it's so good

put my heart inside your palms | markofalover/@markofalover| 3.1k | T

how an accidental pet name, a thoughtful dinner, and a shared shirt makes them get their shit together.. love is stored in the kitchen indeed <3 this is so so cute!

suddenly the only thing i saw was you | ipretendtobesane/@userbuddie | 8.2k | E

five times adriana diaz and may grant run into each other and the one time they show up together adriana/may?? the VISION holy shit. this is a brilliant fic and has probably my fav adriana diaz ever, it's just that good <3

[man--eater]

the slow death of fandom engagement in the Hellaverse

Fandom interactivity in the Hellaverse—between artists, authors, readers, and fans—is dying. It's slowly getting worse and worse, and if you aren't a 'fandom big' (or even if you are!) you have probably noticed it. Chapters that you work on for weeks get a couple comments, maybe, or none at all. Art you poured your heart into gets a like or two but no reposts/reblogs. But there ARE people out there silently consuming your work, and enjoying it—they just aren't telling you about it. Do you know how many bookmarks I see on fics saying what chapter the person has read to, and they didn't even leave a kudos, let alone a comment?? A fic with 150+ subscribers—people who asked to be emailed every time you update—gets 1-3 comments a chapter, if you're lucky. I don't know what started this trend, but I do know that I fucking hate it.

And while yes, you should create the art you want to see for yourself, pouring your heart and soul into a silent void will eventually drain away your spirit and you won't want to bother creating anything.

No matter what the cause, there is an obvious, simple solution instead of wringing our hands and watching the beating heart of this fandom die. TELL PEOPLE THAT YOU LIKED THEIR WORK AND WHAT YOU LIKED ABOUT IT. Be aggressively supportive! Slide into people's asks, their DMs, their comments and scream at them about the feelings their work gave you! Reblog their stuff! If you are so inspired, make art of their fic or OCs and throw it at them! Leave a comment on their fic even if it's just keyboard smashing and emojis! Not only does this actively bring joy to people's lives, it helps them be motivated to create more of the thing you like! I can't tell you how many times I've been struggling for weeks to find inspiration to write, and then someone leaves an unhinged comment that means so much to me that I sit down and churn out the rest of the chapter in a day. THAT is how much impact one person's words can have on a creator when they are in a slump.

YOU have that power. Please use it, I am begging you. There is so much creativity and beauty and lovely art, writing, and crafts in this fandom. I know I am not the only person to have been touched by Hazbin/Helluva Boss in a way I hadn't been touched by a piece of art in some time. It inspired me to create dozens of pieces of art, to write 200k+ words in a year, and it helped me realize and accept that I am ace (which has been one of the biggest reliefs/personal discoveries I've made!) And the people! I have met the most amazing, creative, talented, kind, and supportive people in this fandom. These people are pouring their hearts and souls into creating art and writing and it KILLS me to see them put a piece of themselves out there and just get nothing but silence back.

Inspired by my friends like @wickerton, who put a lot of time and effort into engaging with and supporting other people's art and fics, I am trying to consciously make an effort to leave more comments on fics, to make them longer and more detailed. There are times when I am reading late at night where I don't have the spoons to leave a quality comment in that moment, but I make a note to do so the next day, and try to say at least SOMETHING to the author in the meantime like "hey this made my gnaw my hands off at the wrists, I'm suing you, more on this tomorrow" PLEASE join me in this. Even if you just reach out to one person today—leave one comment on a fic, reblog someone's art with nice tags—it will make a difference to them.

[conangray-hp-fest]

Reveals Day 1

Hello, everyone! We are so excited for day 1 of reveals! We are so proud of all of the hard work that the Fest participants have put in! We will be revealing new works each weekday for the next two weeks!

As a reminder, please keep in mind that a lot of Conan's material (and the Marauders Fandom) can be angsty, so please mind all ratings and tags!

I want ya (like everyone else here tonight) - by starsbythepocketfuls

Everyone loves Mary. It’s a fact, anyone who meets her loves her, and the only people who didn’t clearly had issues. So it’s no surprise that Lily’s one of the many. Mary’s just got that gravitational pull, she's impossible to stay away from. It might be a new year, a new party but it’s just the same. Someone asks Mary out, she kindly rejects them, the world keeps spinning. So Lily’s not going to ruing their friendship over something unrequited. She’s not going to sit there and die inside every time someone dances with Mary. She’s not going to do anything. Until she gets really drunk… Mary doesn’t like her back, she can’t, can she?

the day the stars died (and our hearts misaligned) - by saturnitystar

He draws his lower lip between his teeth, still refusing to meet Regulus’ eyes. “You promised. You promised it wouldn’t go this far. You – you said you were okay, that everything was going to be fine but it’s not, it’s not fine anymore.”

“Everything is fine –”

“No, it’s not!” Sirius almost yelled, eyes widening at the way Regulus immediately pulled away to shield himself. He felt as though someone had plunged a knife into him, seeing his younger brother scared and curling in on himself with his eyes squeezed shut – scared of him.

Sirius discovering Regulus’ dark mark, and the conversation that ensues. (inspired by Conan Gray’s “Astronomy” <3)

sleeves - by ilookinpeopleswindows

“Pads!”

Sirius turned around. A football, in all its black and white glory, greeted him with a smack to the face. “Bloody hell, James!” He was going to have a bruise.

(or: severe sirius angst. proceed with caution.)

The Cut That Always Bleeds - by fictional_simp09

Alice struggles being in a secret relationship with Narcissa, especially when she finds out her parents have arranged for her to marry Lucius Malfoy

~ Based on The Cut That Always Bleeds by Conan Gray

Don't leave me hangin' alone again - by 29_AonekoLee

They never bothered to give a name to their relationship; there was a mutual agreement that it was ephemeral, just an interlude. But as they approach the inevitable end, Sirius and Remus try desperately to prolong their time together. [fanart]

Please feel free to reblog, comment, kudos, and otherwise encourage the participants! They worked so hard!

[froidefille]

Day 24: Holiday (vacation)

📚 Grounds for Divorce by @tepre

Draco/Harry, 122 k, E

Summary:

Malfoy finds a coin. Harry finds a letter. A story about histories, a story about families. A story about a lemon tree somewhere in Upper Egypt.

Guys, this fic. THIS FIC.

Is not a vacation fic per se, but they do find themselves in Luxor and do some vacation-adjacent activites, so I hope it counts. The way Tepre describes the city made me want to go to Egypt ASAP. The people, the scents, the views, the climat. Hypnotising.

Guys, it’s a bonding fic. And such a refined one too. The backstories of both Draco and Harry's families are so well developed they could be the subject of another two books at least. The angst. The hurt. The jealousy. The pining. The mis-fucking-understatements. The unresolved sexual tension. And then the resolved sexual tension. It’s just all here and it’s absolutely off the charts. Oh, and it was also my candidate for day 27. Just FYI 🥵😇

This is one of the fics that you cannot believe it is not a novel sold in bookstores and analysed in English Lit classes. The way it explores Harry's background has just become canon in my head, it was so special to read!

There’s also this unbelievable art by @zigster-ao3. There’s even the most touching MUSIC THEME by @bettydice. There’s the most perfect bind by @sits-bound. There’s a superb book cover by @zeziliazink (I am actually pretty sure all of the above made me move this fic a bit higher on my TBR list. I can’t thank you enough 😭). Somehow, there’s no podfic? Why? Can someone please fix this state of things?

I’ve inhaled read it once on my phone and then reread it once again on my kindle just so I could highlight some of the literary genious lines. Have a look under the cut and then go sing high praises to Godesses of Fanfiction via kudos and comments <3

Thank you @hprecfest for this prompt, it was lovely to include this theme in the recs!

And thank you @tepre for sharing your stories with us!

🌴🧭🍋🌅📜

Harry wanted to disappear into the feeling of Draco’s teeth on his lip. The feeling of his thigh between Harry’s legs, of his rolling thrusts, of Draco’s hip against his cock, of Draco’s own hardness pressing into him through a thin layer of fabric. Can you want something more in the process of having it, he wondered, vaguely, and Draco panted against his wet mouth — chin damp, red from Harry’s stubble — and said in a voice that was more sand than words, “If— You can’t leave. You can’t die on me, you can’t—” “I’m not. I won’t. I—”

*melting into the gound*

“Jesus,” Draco said. Harry’s habit in his mouth.

So simple, yet so telling. Did you know that when someone copies your way of saying things or mimics you in conversation, it often happens unconsciously and you can take it as a completent. Because it means this person likes it and most probably likes you.

Just a fun fact, not me getting emotional about it, nope

Draco had stopped breathing. His mouth was open, his jaw cocked, his face aflame. Harry wanted him. Wanted him desperately, in that moment. Wanted to take him from the world, from its small distractions and pointless conversations. Wanted to give him something better.

Is that not the most romantic sentence ever???

The freckle from last summer was back, a faint little dot high on Draco’s cheekbone. Draco stirred when Harry leaned close to kiss it. He turned to his other side, grabbing one of Harry’s hands to take with him — wrapping Harry’s arm around himself, tucking it to his chest. Harry hid his face to the jut of Draco’s spine, to the messy tangle of his hair, and tried to breathe through the tight squeeze of his heart. Breathe through the terrifying space that had appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, and settled behind his chest as though it had always been there. A room of requirement, waiting for someone to call it by its name.

A room of requirement, waiting for someone to call it by its name.

😭😭😭

Harry looked at him, at a loss for what to say. How could love be proven in the span of a sentence? How could he use words, slippery things that they were, when what he needed was to tread carefully, lightly? He only knew how to walk through a wall. He only knew how to fall, how to crash.

Ladies and Gentelmen, Harry J. Potter, my favourite human disaster </3

He had spent the last three years watching this man come into his own, and who would not find love in that? In seeing someone learn the steps to a dance, then move across the floor with confidence? In seeing someone try on a garment perfectly made for them, in seeing them discover a good flavour, a soft touch?

This sentence right here. Oh man, it is just so raw and true, watching someone you care about grow and become who they are meant to be is just the most exceptional experience :')

[jessicafangirl]

The Birthday Gift Chapter 3

This was another short chapter made long because Copia talks a lot. I love these two idiots. If you like this please kudo, share, comment, send me chocolate life size Copias.

We die like women, no beta. Special dialog just for my girl @foxybouquet because we overshare way too much. Or should I say I do.

You can read at AO3 here.

You barely made it into your apartment and when you did get there you crawled onto your bed and cried.  You cried until everything hurt just as much as your heart did.  Your fairy tale was over and you should have known better.  Your whole life was wrapped up with Copia and the ministry.   Your livelihood…your world…everything you loved. 

And you still loved him.  That hadn’t changed.  But you couldn’t go through this.  You couldn’t be with him if he didn’t trust you.  The look on his face…  You knew he’d been broken by Sister's loss and so much happening at once.  You just didn’t realize how deep the wound still was. 

You’d had so much hope.  And now…now it was all gone.  Another gut-wrenching sobbing fit rolled over you.  The sound that came from your throat wasn’t quite a scream or a whine.  It was just…pain. 

You would have to leave now.  Find a new place, a new job…a new everything.  You didn’t have any energy left today to start the process.  You didn’t know if you had it in you to do it all over again.  You just wanted oblivion for a while.  So you sent Phil a text letting him know you were taking the afternoon and tomorrow off due to some personal issues.  He’d replied back “U OK?”  and you’d sent a thumbs up emoji.  You then turned off your phone. 

Crawling from the bed you found the lone bottle of cheap wine you’d bought on a whim because it tasted like Strawberry Crush.  You screwed off the cap (a sign of true extravagance) and gulped down 1/3rd of it.  After that you had pulled off all your clothes, glancing at your wrist where Copia had held you, the red finger marks still there.  You closed your eyes and swallowed down the lump in your throat.  Pulling on an oversized Misfits t-shirt you slid under your blankets as the wine started taking you under.

Copia sat on the floor of his office for an hour.  He stared at the door he’d seen you walk out after he’d done the one fucking thing he never wanted to do.  He’d broken your heart.  He’d heard it in your voice, saw it in your eyes as you told him you loved him…and said you weren’t enough.

Sweet Lucifer, what had he done?  He’d lost you…because…he was jealous.  He was afraid.  And he’d doubted you.  He’d doubted your love for him.  The Dark Lord had sent you to him. You had been the most precious gift he could have been given…and he had...

Copia threw his head back and howled like a wounded animal.  He didn’t care who heard him.  He didn’t care about anything at that moment except what he’d done.  Copia replayed your words over and over in his head.  And he realized then a new piece of your history had been shared…someone had cheated on you, had hurt you.  The very thing he’d accused you of wanting to do. 

Dark thoughts started running through Copia’s head.  He wanted to take revenge on the bastardo who had dared cause you pain.  He wanted to throw Perpetua off the tallest tower of the ministry simply because.  And then he’d fling himself off because fair was fair…he’d hurt you now too. 

“Mi amore…I am so sorry…”  His throat was hoarse, his voice barely a whisper in the office.  He wanted to flay himself alive but wasn’t sure how that would be achievable. 

The spiral had caught him so quickly, so completely.  Everything just bubbled up in an eruption of volcanic anger at everything and everyone.  Seeing his brother touching you, laughing and so obviously flirting with you was the straw that broke the camel’s back.  There was no stopping it then. 

You would hate him now, no matter what you said before you walked out the door.  And you’d be right to hate him.  He’d…for fucks sake he’d bruised you, hadn’t he?  He remembered then the way you’d held your wrist after wrenching it from his grip.  Copia slammed his head back against his desk, welcoming his own pain that he deserved. 

He drew his knees up and rested his arms against them, leaning his head against his arms.  “Dark Lord…”  he started praying, the words a mix of Italian and English.  “I took the sweetest blessing you’ve given me and destroyed it with my own doubts and fears.  She is my best friend and the love I’ve always wanted.   And now my pride…my jealousy has thrown it all away.  I beg your forgiveness and hers.”  Copia took a shuddering breath…it had been a while since he’d actually prayed like this…not something that would work in his favor probably or something that the clergy would want the flock to know about their leader.  “Satanus, I ask you…please help me make this right.  Help me keep her.  Help me make amends for this, I beg you.  Show me a way to prove my love to her.”

“Honestly Cardi…are you really this bad with women?”  A familiar voice asked him. 

Copia let out a yelp and scrambled to his feet to see the hazy blue spirit of his mother sitting in his chair with her high heels crossed on his desk. 

“Wha…what…I thought you’d retired.”  Copia managed to say, shocked at seeing her apparition for the first time since the door incident.

Imperator shook her diaphanous blonde head.  “A mother never retires.”  She said, raising a brow at him.  “And Emeritus men still don’t know how to treat a good woman.” 

Copia winced.  Even dead she knew how to smack him when he needed it.  “I admit…I screwed up everything.”  He sighed slumping down on the edge of his desk. 

“Yes, you did.”  Sister Imperator shook her head.  Even with how tumultuous their relationship was, she still loved her son.  She’d done everything for her sons.  “Your brother stirred the pot, and you fell for it.”

The Frater winced again.  “Si, I did.” 

Imperator rematerialized next to him.  “Sibling rivalry is going to happen Cardi.”  She said, not unkindly.  “You both are special boys.  My boys.  And I need you to be the leader of the church now.  You are in the highest offices in the ministry, and you need to both act accordingly.”

Copia nodded mutely.  Right then he didn’t give a damn about his position or Perpetua.  He could only think about you.  The look in your tear-filled eyes as you left.  Tears he’d caused.  He looked up into the spirit's translucent face with sad eyes.  “Mom…”  He said, his voice small, as if afraid she’d disappear too.  “I…can’t do this without her.  I can’t do any of this without her.  I need her…”

Imperator gave him a small smile, lifting her spectral hand and not quite touching his cheek.  “Cardi, thank Satan you have at least more sense than your father.”  For a moment there seemed to be ghostly tears in her own eyes as Copia looked at her still beautiful face.  She shook them away quickly, narrowing her gaze at her son.  “She loves you, even if you were an idiot.  She’s been through a lot Cardi, you know this.”

“Si…si…I know.”  Copia sighed, the guilt eating him like a parasite. 

“Which is why I said you were an idiot.”  She replied sternly.  Imperator’s tone softened then.  “Apologize.  Listen to her.  Love her like no one has before.  No conditions, no doubts, no judgements.  Be loyal to her as she’s been to you.  Be a partner and treat her with the respect she deserves.”

Copia felt the tears forming in his eyes again, not able to help it.  He didn’t want to cry in front of his mother…but Satan help him he couldn’t stop it.  “Mom, she won’t want me near her.  She doesn’t want to see me ever again.”

“Cardi, that’s not what she said…that’s what she thinks you think.”  Imperator gave him another glare.  “Listen to me or I swear I’ll drag your father in here and leave him for you to deal with for a month.”  The look of horror that came across her son's face at the threat was a balm for her soul.  “Good, I have your attention.  Go to her and talk…tell her the truth.  I shouldn’t have to remind you again that she loves you Cardi.  People who love each other can hurt each other the easiest and the worst.”  Imperator paused and glanced away as though an old injury had manifested itself.  After a moment she turned back to her son.  “Be careful with her heart.  She gave it to you for a reason.  Now go earn it.”

Copia took a deep breath, wiping at his eyes and knowing he looked like a mess because he was one.  He looked up into his mother’s face and gave a weak smile.  “Grazie mamma.”

She smiled back at him.  “Prego…now go clean yourself up and do what I said.”  And with that she vanished. 

Well…Copia thought, he had asked the dark lord for help.  Hopefully his mother knew best.

Frater Imperator stepped out of his apartment sometime later.  He was dressed in his blue velvet track suit and was sporting a t-shirt with the John Carpenter’s The Thing movie poster on it.  He’d cleaned off all the paints from his face when he’d showered and hadn’t put anymore back on.  No, when he did this, he was doing it as Copia.  Not Frater, no longer Papa.  

He took the stairs down to the next level, carrying a bouquet of roses and praying she would let him in.  He’d even made a point of wearing the cologne she liked that she’d nicknamed “panty imploder.”  He still wasn’t sure where she’d came up with that from…it sounded dangerous.

It was dinner time now and there were no siblings in the hallways, no one about.  The scent of what had to be marinara was vaguely wafting in the air from the kitchens.  Copia couldn’t have eaten if he wanted to.  He was two steps from losing whatever was left of his lunch in his stomach. 

When he came to her door he froze.  What if she wasn’t in there?  What…oh sweet Satan what if she’d already left.  He’d not thought that far ahead, he’d not want the idea even in his head that she may have just left.�� He turned, biting his gloved hand in anxiety. 

“Something wrong Frater?”  A voice asked.  Copia turned, surprised and saw Phil step from a shadow of the hallway. 

Copia relaxed a bit, but could tell from the way the ghouls tail was whipping back and forth angrily that he knew there was something wrong.  He sighed.  “Si Phil…something is wrong.”

Phil nodded, his silver mask reflecting the dim lights of the hall.  “I knew it.  I could smell that jealousy coming off you like dumpster fire.” 

The Frater managed to look offended and guilty.  “Grazie Phil for such a lovely description.” 

The ghoul managed to look as judgmental as he could without a face showing.  “She texted me saying she was done working this afternoon and not coming in tomorrow.  Personal reasons.  I’m going to assume it’s to do with…”

“Si, si….with me and my colossal fuck up.”  Copia leaned against the wall and raised the roses to his nose and inhaled their sweet scent.  “I screwed up bad fratello.”

“Well, thanks to our handy dandy bond I sort of knew that boss.”  Phil said, mirroring Copia’s stance.  “I love breaking down crying while playing Call of Duty.  Especially on comms.” 

Copia glanced at one of his longest-lived ghouls.  “Mi dispiace.  I forget sometimes you…can feel what I do.”

Phil sighed heavily.  “Thankfully only when it’s really extreme…and this was a biggie.”  The ghoul looked pointedly at the roses.  “You’re apologizing for being a dick?” 

Copia narrowed his eyes into a halfhearted glare.  The ghoul may have been right, but he was still Frater.  “Watch yourself fratello.  There’s limits to how candid I’ll let you be you know.”  He huffed air through his teeth as he turned back to the door.  “But yes, that’s what I’m going to try and do.”  His words sounded defeated already.  Copia glanced back at Phil.  “Is she in there?”

Phil nodded.  “She is.  Why do you think I’m hovering?” 

Copia quirked a brow.  “Why are you hovering?”

The ghoul shook his head.  “Because I didn’t buy her thumbs up BS when I texted her if she was okay.  I knew better.  When my emotional breakdown happened, during a legacy level kill streak I might add, I knew something was up.  So I’m keeping an eye on her.”

The Frater gave him a look.  “That’s very loyal of you.”  In his head Copia was trying to tamp down the worry that Phil was interested in you for other reasons. 

“Oh come on.”  Phil rolled his eyes.  “Firstly, she’s my friend.  Secondly, I do not want to lose the first and only head of PR that I actually can stand and respect.  If she leaves I have to train someone else all over again.  Nope, not happening.”  He shoved himself away from the wall.  “Good luck and Satan’s blessings Frater.”

“Grazie Phil.”  Copia held out a gloved hand.  “Thank you for keeping an eye on her.” 

The ghoul was touched actually by the gesture and shook the Frater’s gloved hand with his own.  “I’m loyal to you Frater and to her.  And I won’t let anything harm her.” 

Copia nodded.  “Nor will I…even if it is myself who is to blame.” 

Phil nodded once more and headed off down the hallway, his tail appearing to have calmed down.  Copia turned back to your door.  After taking a deep breath he walked forward and knocked on the solid wood.  Unsurprisingly there was no response.  So he knocked again. 

Copia waited for a couple of minutes and then spoke.  “Cara…I know you do not want to speak to me.”  He said, moving his face close to the seam of the door jamb.  “I can’t blame you for that.  But I want to apologize to you.  I…”  Copia swallowed, a lump forming in his throat, his voice failing him.  But he would do this.  He would make amends.  “I’m sorry mi amore.  I am so, so sorry.  I hurt you…I never meant to do that, I never want to do that.  You are mi dolce amore.  You are il mio migliore amico.”  He sighed softly, feeling his eyes start to well up.  “I do not deserve you.  I am a jealous old fool who…who should have known better.” 

The Frater wiped at his cheek, turning to slide down the door front and sitting on the hallway floor.  He cradled the roses in his hands and leaned his head back against the barrier keeping you from him.  The mirroring of a confessional wasn’t lost on him.  He would confess his love and his sins…those not to be celebrated. 

“Tesoro, it has been so hard the last many months.”  He said softly, not even knowing if you could hear him, but hoping you would.  “It is not an excuse…not for what I did.  I have lost so much.  And my greatest fear is losing you cara.  I don’t…I don’t think I could bear that.”  He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, his gloved fingers stroking the rose petals, pictures of you surrounded by them on his bed replaying through his mind.  The memories stung because he felt in that moment, he’d never see you like that again. 

“But I can only blame myself amore…” he continued.  “I’m a coward, filled with fear that I will not be good enough for you or anyone.  That I will not be able to keep you as mine.  You…you are more than I deserve.  I should have told you how I felt.  I should have told you, instead I pretended that I was okie dokie.  But inside…inside it still hurt and the only thing that makes the pain stop is you.” 

Copia felt the truth bubbling out of him now.  He was glad for the fact that no one had appeared in the hallway yet to see the head of the clergy sitting on the floor and spilling his guts to a closed door.  “Cara, I do not trust easily.  Too many things have been false in my life.  But you never were.  You have never been.  And I’m sorry that I doubted for even a moment.  Everyone has left me it seems.  But you…you said you’d stay, and you did.  And I hope you will stay.  Please…”  his voice cracked again, and he hated himself for it.  But he hated himself more for what led to this.   “please stay…” he asked in a whisper. 

In the next moment he was falling backward, his head thumping against the floor, roses held to his chest like he was ready for a coffin.  After the WHUMP of air leaving his lungs and the thud of his skull Copia opened his eyes to see you standing next to the now open door in a baggy t-shirt barely hitting your knees. 

You sighed.  “Come in.”  You said and then walked back into your apartment. 

Copia scrambled up to his feet and followed you after shutting the door behind him.  When he entered the living room, he saw you were on your small couch, legs folded up beneath you and drinking straight from a large wine bottle.  He mentally winced, his Italian soul smarting at the cheap brand and evidence of a screw on cap.  While drinking it down you motioned to the other side of the couch. 

He quickly walked over and settled down, afraid to even touch you. 

You swallowed the wine and held the bottle by the neck, turning to look at Copia.  He was pale, eyes red and unpainted.  You noticed the roses in his hand.  “Are those for me?”  you asked him, words only a little slurred. 

Copia nodded, licking his lips nervously.  “Si, yes…I…they are.” 

You held out the wine bottle.  “I’ll trade you.”  You said and after a moment he took the bottle and placed the bouquet in your hand.  You noticed him making a face as he looked over the bottle.  Damn him for being so cute when you were supposed to want to punch him in the balls.  “Hey, it tastes like Strawberry Crush and gets you drunk.  Stop judging my buddy Cheapo Wineo.”  You said, then shoved your face in the roses.  They smelled amazing.  Copia did have good taste. 

Copia noticed half the bottle was gone, most likely in you.  After hesitating he lifted the bottle to his lips and took a swallow.  He was shocked that you were absolutely correct.  It tasted 100 percent like a Strawberry soda.  No wonder you were tipsy.  “This has no right to be this good.”  He said after a moment, then took another drink.

“Never underestimate a Gen X’er’s ability to find cheap and tasty booze.”  You replied, placing the roses down on your coffee table.  “Also don’t hog the bottle.”  You made a grabby gesture at him. 

The Frater couldn’t help the tiny smile that graced his lips at the sight.  He handed you back the wine bottle, and you took another swig.  He licked his lips and turned to face you fully.  “I am sorry amore.”  He said softly, expression grave.  He glanced down and saw your wrist, the slight bruises that matched his fingers showing on your skin.  He let out a little moan of sorrow and very gently, hesitantly, reached out a gloved hand to touch your arm.  “I…did this.”

You placed the bottle beside the roses and shook your head.  “It’s okay Copia.”  You said.  “I’ve had worse.” 

Copia gasped at that, his dual-colored eyes looking up into yours with a determination in their depths.  “No one is allowed to hurt you tesoro, and that includes me.” 

As if you were made of glass, he slipped his fingers around your hand and lifted your wrist.  He kissed the marks, his lips warm against your chilly skin.  He was muttering something in Italian as he pressed your wrist against his cheek.  “Never again amore…I promise you.  I swear to you.”

You moved your hand to where your fingers traced down his jaw.  You swallowed down the emotions choking you.  “Copia…it’s okay.  I…I never told you everything either.”  

At your words he looked confused, a furrow forming between his dark brows.  “What do you mean cara?” 

You glanced away, not able to meet his gaze.  There were too many memories suddenly and it overwhelmed you.  “You know about my family and some of that history.  You know about how I grew up.”  You said, wondering if you’d had enough wine to get through this. 

“Si, you told me enough cara.  And I still wish I had found you sooner, for both our sakes.”  He replied, grasping your hand and holding it. 

You squeezed his fingers.  “But I didn’t tell you about my wonderful ex.  Not everything.”  You sighed heavily, eyeing the wine bottle.  “Besides being hypocritically religious as my family, filled with the same hate and just…bullshit.”  You felt a little more of the wines effects and hoped it would help you get through this.  “Mark was the epitome of do as I say, not as I do.  I told you…about how he made me feel like a harlot if I wanted to…do anything really.  Turns out I was the only one he had a problem with when it came to that.”  You laughed mirthlessly and reached over to snag the bottle, taking another long swallow. 

Copia watched as that burning anger started seething again in his guts for this man.  “He cheated on you…”  he said, voice low. 

You placed the bottle back on the table, wiping your lips with the back of your free hand.  “Bingo.  The best bit was it was with the pianist from the church.  And I heard later there had been a couple others…all of them going to the same church as we did.  The hypocrisy of it all…the fact he belittled the hell out of me like everyone else did.  The fact my fucked-up family wouldn’t even believe me when I told them and then…”  You closed your eyes, realizing you were ranting, that your heart was racing, and you needed to just breathe…but it was hard. 

“Cara…you do not have to go on.”  Copia said, scooting closer to you, seeing your distress and hoping he could help stop it.  He stroked the top of your hand soothingly where he held it against his chest. 

“I’m fine…”  You told him, managing to take a few calming breaths.  You turned back to look at Copia’s handsome face, seeing the concern in his lovely eyes.  You looked away, not trusting yourself to not break down in tears again.  “When I told them they blamed me.  They said it was because I wasn’t doing enough to be the…woman he needed.  My own fucking family…I wasn’t enough.”  You felt Copia’s fingers shake just slightly as they held yours. 

You looked up to find his expression was a mix of anger and sadness.  His white eye was so bright, like a star going supernova.  “That’s why,” you said at last, feeling a tear slip down your cheek.  “I could never do that to you Copia.  I know that sort of pain.  I know how it feels to think you aren’t enough.  And you are enough for me, more than enough.  More than I could ever have hoped for.”

It was the strangest thing he’d ever felt, Copia thought.  His broken heart formed into something new in his chest as he heard you describe the hell that was your past and the praise you were somehow giving him.  He deserved none of it.  He didn’t deserve your love or forgiveness.  But he was a greedy and selfish bastard, he knew this.  He would take all you would give him.  He craved it like an addict.  And that’s why he didn’t hesitate at the trembling of your lip, the shining of your eyes from the unshed tears, to kiss you. 

You tasted of that sweet wine and it undid him.  The sound of surprise you made was swallowed by his mouth.  Dark Lord he didn’t know if he’d get to do this again.  His fingers curled into the softness of your shirt, pulling you closer while he licked at your tongue with his own.  Copia realized from far away that maybe you wouldn’t want him touching you like this again, or it was too much too soon.  Satan help him you felt so good though.  He wanted to wrap himself around you and not let go. 

But with a force of will he stopped, only able to pull away just enough to breathe, his nose touching yours as your warm, berry scented breath brushed his face.  “Mi dispaci I shouldn’t have…”  He whispered, fingers still clinging to your waist.  “I’m broken and I cannot help myself…”

You took a heartbeat to let your mind settle.  Your emotions were all over the place but Copia’s body so close to yours was all you could focus on.  So you focused on him, his voice, his touch, the scent of that cologne that drove you crazy.  The way he kissed you like it was the one thing keeping him alive.  You loved him too much to run, you loved him too much period and you knew it.  But he loved you better than anyone ever had.  He was yours as much as you were his, another truth in a life filled with lies…truths that only Copia had given you. 

You pushed him back onto the couch, climbing atop his lap as gingerly as you could, legs straddling him.  It was hell on your knees but right then you couldn’t feel anything other than how hard the velvet covered tent in his pants felt against your inner thigh. 

His hands were on your waist and he was gazing up at you, head leaning back against the couch, as though he was staring up into heaven itself…or for him it would be more accurate to say hell.  You placed one hand on his shoulder and the other you ran through his mussy, thick hair.  He was breathtakingly beautiful, and you wished he knew that. 

“Il mio bel diavolo…” You said softly, “I’m broken too but your pieces fit me and make me whole.  Will you share my heart?” 

Copia’s lips parted in awe at your words.  He was yours, completely and absolutely.  There was no ridding yourself of him now, as if he ever would let you.  But after what he’d said to have you here and now, offering him your heart to mend his own…how was this not a dream?  How could this be real?  “I don’t deserve it…”  he said, voice shaking, a single tear falling from his jade green eye.

You reached up and wiped the tear away with your thumb, fingers curling under his jaw.  “You deserve more than my banged-up heart Copia, but it’s yours.”  You tilted his face up and kissed him slowly.  He was always so warm and right then he tasted like Strawberry Crush and all things naughty.  The little stuttering moan he made went right to your core making you tug at his hair to give you better access to his mouth.

He pulled you forward till you were literally pressed against the straining bulge in his pants.  The sudden friction made both of you gasp.  You couldn’t stop the instinct to move your hips against his, to feel the friction through the thin material of your underwear. 

Copia groaned loudly, his already aching cock reacting to the feeling of your heat even though the fabric.  He felt you moving agonizingly slowly against him.  His hips bucked of their own volition, pressing up from the couch, trying to find the perfect spot, the perfect rhythm.  

His fingers tightened on your hips, and he moved his lips from yours down your chin, to your jaw nipping at you with his teeth.  The soft moans coming from your throat motivated him to journey down, lips and teeth biting at you through the thin t-shirt.  He placed a reverent kiss above your heart, then moved to start suckling at your right breast through the material, tongue lapping a wet spot on the fabric. 

It felt too good.  You sighed his name, hips moving to grind your now dripping heat against him.  You felt flushed from a combination of the wine and what he was doing with his mouth and humping him shamelessly.

Copia felt drunk but it wasn’t on the wine, it was on you.  His thoughts were only of you, of this moment.  He felt like a teenager suddenly, a make out session on a couch, still clothed.  It was almost more sinful like this…a thin layer of cotton between you and his hungry mouth and cock.  He wanted to ruin you; to ravish you till you couldn’t feel anything but pleasure.  Till the only name ever in your mind was his, your only thoughts were of him.

He heard you sigh his name again, your movements more erratic now.  He was focusing on control…on keeping this going till you broke beautifully.  He released your clothed nipple from between his teeth, looking up at your blushing face, eyes barely open and lips parted as you chased the release you both were searching for. 

Copia maneuvered his hips just enough to give you even more access to him.  He growled as he was pressed further against you, each movement of your hips against his almost killing him.  But if he was to die this would be the way to go, this would be his method of execution.  At the mercy of your mouth, your fingers, your sweet cunt teasing him to an aneurysm. 

He heard you make another gasping sound, your movements growing desperate.  Oh he was so close, that last stroke against him nearly breaking him.  “Amore…please…use me…take…take all I have.  Take your pleasure…”  Copia’s voice was strained as he begged you to use him till there was nothing left.

“Copia…”  You breathed out his name, the pleasure growing and growing as the heat traveled from your core through your stomach through your body.  Every so often the hard length of his cock would brush against your clit through the silk, and it would edge you that step closer.  “I’m…I’m…”  You were mumbling, brain short circuiting as you pressed your hips into him again, harder this time.

“Yes…yes amore…”  Oh he was not going to last…he wouldn’t…not with your voice so breathless, not with how you were riding him now for all he was worth. 

“Touch me…please….Copia…”  You begged him for that last push, that last touch to take you over the edge. 

Copia quickly moved his right hand from your hip, fingers slipping between you both and into the waist band of your black panties.  Sweet Satan, even through the leather he could feel your heat, the slickness of your arousal drenching his fingers.  It was nearly too much for him, but he would give you your release first. 

His finger tips encircled your clit, the little nub his goal.  And with the perfect pressure he stroked you.  It wasn’t more than a few moments and your body shuddered against his, a cry from your lips as you felt the orgasm rush through you like a lightening strike.  It was like every nerve was on fire, glorious and decadent fire that made your eyes roll back.  

The rocking of your body against his had Copia following you over that edge only a heartbeat later, the grip on your hip tightening.  Somewhere in his mind he knew he was bruising you again, but he knew you’d not mind these.  A stuttering growl made its way from his throat, and he wrapped his arms around you, pressing his face between your breasts and breathing in your scent.  He felt the growing sticky heat of his release as you shuddered in his arms.

You were still shaking from the sensations running through you when you pressed your face into his neck, trying to ride out the last of it.  You wrapped your arms around him as you felt his fingers stroking your back, helping guide you back to yourself.  “I have you amore…I have you.”  He whispered into your ear, kissing your temple, your cheek.  “You are too good to me dolce.”

You turned your head, looking up at him.  His ears were wonderfully pink, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes barely open.  “I’m thinking I should be saying that to you.”  You muttered, pressing your lips to his rapidly beating pulse. 

“No, no….this is definitely a me thanking you moment cara.”  Copia turned his head and smiled at you.

His little, near-fangs were so adorable, every time you saw them you wanted to lick them.  Between those, his strange eyes and the slightly pointed ears you could almost believe he had a touch of devil in him which was the rumor.  The way he’d just blown your mind from simply rutting around on a couch like a randy high schooler was also proof of it. 

You leaned up and kissed him soundly, pulling his lower lip between your teeth and earning a growl for your trouble.  You grinned against his mouth.  “Prego Frater.”

That earned you another growl and a light slap to the backside.  “La mia bellezza you are acting like a brat on purpose.  Have mercy on an old man…I can only take so much.” 

You laughed, biting at his shoulder next.  “I can’t help myself; you are too yummy for your own good.” 

Copia was not going to live through you.  You were determined to give him a stroke.  His head fell back onto the couch.  “Mi amore, I know we do have the body and the blood of our dark lord at communion…but you cannot eat the head of the church.  I think the other clergy might be opposed.”  He sighed, the gentle tug of your teeth sending chills down his back but heat everywhere else. 

You hummed in response, giving his jaw a lick and enjoying the way he squirmed.  “Are you sure?  I mean...”  You let your fingers slip inside his t-shirt then, racking them along the soft hair that covered the space above his heart.  “it is a satanic church, right?  Wouldn’t cannibalism be encouraged?  The consumption of another completely?  Taking them into you?  You know…epic greed, gluttony and lust?”

Copia was almost whimpering at this point.  He could feel a stirring in his pants again and he was already ruined.  You really were going to kill him, or were trying to do the deed.  Maybe he should be worried.  Maybe you were really a demon.  “Demonetta…you…you are evil incarnate more so than any other here.  And we have actual hell beasts in the halls.”  He managed to say. 

You decided to take mercy on him, pulling your hand from beneath his shirt.  “Fine…I’ll be good.”  You said pouting.

Copia raised a brow at that and grasped your hand before you could remove it completely.  “Satan forbid.  You take that back.”  He chastised you.  You laughed and he savored the sound.  He loved that sound, and he was constantly proud when he was the source of it often.  He’d be your fool forever. 

You kissed his cheek.  “Well…I guess we should get cleaned up.  Sorry…about your pants.”  You blushed thinking about it.

“Si, I guess we should.”  He replied, happy he’d brought over some of his own clothes to your apartment some time ago.  The thought though came to him quickly that…it would be easier if you just had all your things in his rooms.  Wouldn’t that be more logical?  Wouldn’t that…allow him more time with you?  Every night going to sleep in each other’s arms and waking up every day to see you next to him.  Copia realized the prospect wasn’t scary at all. 

He helped you stand, which was a good thing as your legs were still a little wobbly.  On the way to the shower you each grabbed a change of clothes.  Copia realized he’d left his Ratatouille PJ’s here along with some boxers emblazoned with adorable bambino rodents with flowers.  He must have had a theme in mind when he’d chosen these. 

While Satan’s Hot Springs your shower wasn’t, it was still nice to enjoy with Copia.  You gave up trying to get another rise out of him.  You both were tired, and the hot water and post orgasmic glow were making you more than content.  When you got out from under the water you each went to change, wrapped in towels.  You went for your Captain Jack Sparrow sleep shorts ensemble, deciding it was a Disney night with what Copia was wearing. 

The Frater had actually beaten you to getting dressed and popping back into the living room.  When you walked in you saw a ghoul at the apartment door and Copia taking a box from him with a quick grazie.

When he turned, he saw you and smiled…until he saw your shirt with the hottie pirate on it.  “Hmmm…il mio rivale.  You taunt me with him when I got us pizza.  I should be offended, no?”

You laughed.  “You can’t be jealous of Captain Jack.” 

“Oh I can be.  I am that petty my baby.  Never forget it.”  Copia held up the pizza.  “I know you didn’t eat again.  See, I take care of you.  That one would just drink all your rum.”

You walked over and quickly gave him a peck on the lips.  “Grazie muffin con borchie.”  He was shaking his head as you walked to the small kitchen.

“Who is teaching you this?”  Copia asked in awe.

“I pick it up here and there.”  You said, head in the refrigerator.  “By the way, I take care of you too.”  You pulled out a six pack of apple juice drink boxes, nicely cold, beckoning him with them.

Copia grinned.  “Si, you do my juice box temptress.”

You both set to eating the feast of pizza and juice.  You laughed inwardly at the fact you’d regressed from high school to full on elementary school with the dinner you were having.  Copia flicked around channels until he settled on Forensic Files. 

“I think I’ve seen this one.  It was the husband.”  You said around a mouthful of pizza.

Copia stuck a straw in a fresh box.  “Si, we have seen it.  I think we’ve seen all of them.  It’s always the husband.” 

You laughed.  “At this point we could probably commit a perfect murder with as much of this as we’ve absorbed.”

Copia didn’t respond, looking uncomfortable for a moment.  He seemed focused on drinking his juice box with a bit of intensity.

After the pizza was gone and the six-pack finished off you turned off the TV.  You and Copia curled up in your bed.  It wasn’t as large as his, but he didn’t mind that since it made cuddling easier and necessary.  He wrapped himself around you, sighing happily. 

“Alexa,”  You said, “lights off.”  The room went dark immediately. 

You heard Copia make humph of noise, burying his nose in your neck.  “Show off.”  He grumbled.

“You can’t be jealous of my Alexa and Jack Sparrow.”  You said chuckling. 

“Si, I can…I told you this.”  He replied. Copia placed a kiss against your shoulder.  “Ti Amo cara.  No dreams of pirates…just me.” 

You nestled your cheek against his chest, sleep very close.  “They’re always of you.”  You replied, the words barely a whisper. 

You felt his arms tighten around you, Copia’s voice softly singing a lullaby as you drifted off.

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day 21 of @hprecfest - a fic rated M

flashback, warm nights by warmfoothills - M, 13k, 2020

Summary: “What’s killing me is that I actually quite fucking like Christmas, festival-for-a-personally-irrelevant-religion-turned-commercialised-garbage-holiday though it may be, and now I’m stuck in the perpetual almost-there of it all with an idiot who gets himself cut up every time no matter how differently I try and do things!” “Killing you?” Potter asks. “I thought I was the one who’s about to get my torso sliced into?”

Excerpt:

“You need to go faster,” Draco cuts her off. Potter’s eyes are half-lidded already, and it’s scaring him. “Seriously, Granger. He’s going to pass out and then I’m going to pass out and either he dies or I wake up back on that street and have to do this all over again.”

He doesn’t care that he sounds insane. He’ll explain it all properly once he’s sure Potter’s not going to die in the back of a car. He knows magic and he knows that, whilst he might be about to loop back to the start again, it’s equally possible that this has just been a one-off, a random blip, and if that’s the case, this is his only chance to make it right.

“Don’t yell at her,” Potter says beneath him, quiet.

Draco’s chest fills with dread when he looks down to see Potter’s eyes are closed. “I’m trying to save your life here, Potter.”

“I know,” Potter mumbles, sleepy and indistinct. “S’nice. But it’d be nicer if you stopped yelling so I could sleep.”

“You can’t,” Draco says, swallowing around the lump in his throat, but Potter just shushes him softly, and everything goes dark.

All you want for Christmas is... a festive Horcrux-hunting and Death-Eater-battling super romantic timeloop Drarry fic. Right?! Gosh, what a coincidence! Have I got the perfect gift for you!

If you read it, and especially if you love it, please do let me know! And as always, please do take the time to leave the author a kudos/comment <3

day 1 - first fic you remember reading

day 2 - a fic rated G

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day 4 - a comfort fic

day 5 - a romantic fic

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day 7 - the best of your OTP

day 8 - a fic that was recced to you

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day 14 - a fic rated T

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The Empyrean Masterlist | fictionalrelapse

Longfics

Choking on Daydreams | Riorgail AU (M)

Status: Ongoing Words: 15.6k Summary: Violet Sorrengail is a freshman music and history major at Ivy-League Basgiath University. She’s been told to stay away from Xaden Riorson, the devastatingly attractive junior med student, but it’s incredibly difficult when she can’t seem to stop running into him. When Violet lets her feelings for him blossom, she suddenly comes down with a strange illness. With their fates seemingly intertwined, will they be able to navigate their complex feelings toward each other unscathed?

Twenty-Eight Days | Riorgail AU (M)

Status: Ongoing Words: 3.5k Summary: (this one is long) Twenty-eight days to live. Twenty-eight days to disappear. Violet Sorrengail was once an acclaimed journalist for the Navarrian News Network. Her focus? Risking her life to report on the front lines of the war. When the conflict takes her whole family away from her, she falls into a deep depression and books a four week long cruise to the Isles, giving herself twenty-eight days to decide how she’s going to disappear. Xaden Riorson is a former Navarrian soldier honorably discharged after the end of the war. He carries the guilt of having watched his only brother die on the battlefield with a final wish on his lips: he wanted Xaden to live. He books a cruise as an excuse to get away and make bad decisions — anything but confront his trauma. When their worlds collide, they find unlikely refuge in each other, worlds apart but one in their suffering, begging the question: are they too far gone to be fixed?

X Readers

You Deserve the World | Bodhi Durran x Reader (T)

Status: Completed Words: 1.8k Summary: All his life, Bodhi has been looked at as a copy of Xaden Riorson, meant to do whatever it takes to serve him. Until you came along.

In Every Way | Bodhi Durran x Reader (E)

Status: Completed Words: 1k Summary: Smutty continuation of You Deserve the World

Canon-Compliant One Shots

In the Shadows | Bodhi Durran (T)

Status: Completed Words: 5k Summary: In the months after Xaden's disappearance, they finally think they've figured out where he will be next. With the confidence that they have found the cure, Bodhi accompanies Violet to the standoff. While Bodhi realizes Violet knows Xaden intimately, he’s known him far longer -- and he is convinced that that is no longer his cousin.

From the Start | Ridoc Gamlyn x Bodhi Durran (T)

Status: Completed Words: 2.1k Summary: Oh, how I wish you’d wake up one day / Run to me, confess your love, at least just let me say / That when I talk to you, oh, Cupid walks right through / And shoots an arrow through my heart / And I sound like a loon, but don’t you feel it too? / Confess I loved you from the start Or, in other words, Ridoc Gamlyn is hopelessly in love with Bodhi Durran

Touching Life | Dain Aetos x Sloane Mairi (T)

Status: Completed Word Count: 3.3k Summary: Ever since manifesting her signet, Sloane has been terrified of touching anyone — especially Dain, who she wants so badly to hold. While the wing is out on a training mission, their dragons help Sloane get her wingleader alone, but a surprise blizzard rolling in complicates the situation.

AU One Shots

TBD

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Oh loving your asks game - 7, 11 and 30 please?

Also could you share the link to the story where Kate never meets Anthony? Curious to see how that pans out. And oh may as well ask for the one where they die at the end of the world too! Thanks again

I haven't written the one where Kate never meets Anthony, but the idea was that Kate would see a portrait of him and feel some kind of connection to this man she never met, and imagine that maybe in some other life they might know each other. The end of the world one is here.

7. Coffee or tea while you write?

I'm very much a coffee drinker. I love the idea of tea but I can never find a type or flavor that I'm excited about. Maybe one day.

11. What makes a fic 'successful' in your opinion?

Interesting question. A lot of my writer friends have expressed the same thing to me, which is...a lot of our stories that are the most "successful" in terms of comments and kudos are not the stories that we're the most proud of. I love writing those things too, but my absolute favorite thing is when I write something that has a smaller but very engaged audience, and it's something that I really poured my whole heart into, and someone leaves a comment saying how much it affected them. That's an amazing feeling, especially to have someone say I've helped them work through something.

30. Have you noticed your style change over time?

I think so, but I don't know how to explain it. I've just picked up bits and pieces of everything I've read and it all changes and evolves me over time. I know writing regency has expanded my horizons and maybe made the way I write modern more "poetic."

2 and 5 😊

2. Which of your fics is your pride and joy?

I think it's still Before You Leave (and in the same vein, In love and death, we don't decide). Those are the fics that took the most out of me, and I think the ones that have impacted readers the most. And it's just so meaningful to write something that makes people feel deeply.

5. What’s something you learned while researching a fic?

Oh, I'm a bad researcher haha. It's why I don't usually do too much world building. But I do research whenever I'm writing about kink. Like, I wrote a chapter about paddling, and I read up on some best practices and tools, etc. So I've learned a ton about safe and well-negotiated intimacy across different fics.

23 please! Oooh and my wildcard - what do you think your readers would be surprised to know about you?

23 answered in this post! What people would be surprised to know about me...probably anything haha. I don't share very much of my personal life here (and I do appreciate that everyone respects my privacy). I'll share two things:

For anyone who doesn't know, my name is Chelsea. :)

I'm a professional copywriter and editor, but I've been considering a career change given the state of my industry. Full-time jobs are being eaten up by AI and gig work. But writing is my passion so it's hard to know what else I would do. I'm at a big crossroads, and it's exciting and nerve-wracking at the same time. I love to get paid to write, but I also feel like I would enjoy my creative writing more if I wasn't tired from doing it day in and day out. Maybe I'd want to write even beyond fanfic, which I just haven't been motivated to because of my career. We'll see how everything works out!

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Sunset Yesterday (9076 words) by neneko_qwq Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper & Mike Wheeler, Will Byers & Mike Wheeler Characters: Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Scott Clarke, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Based on a Kagerou Project Song, Song: Yuukei Yesterday | Yesterday Evening (Kagerou Project), Online Friendship, nancy is in this fic but it's like one paragraph so i'm not tagging her, sorry for the dustin erasure, technically a byler fic but it's mostly platonic bc i suck at writing romance apparently, no beta we die like the pope apparently, Mike Wheeler-centric, Pre-Relationship, No Angst

Summary:

After being forced to work together on a group project, Mike realises that maybe him and his only classmate can be friends.

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starving works (when it costs too much to love) (4181 words) by delusionaltogether Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler Characters: Will Byers, Mike Wheeler Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, probably anyway, First Kiss, Sad Will Byers, incredibly redundant tag lmaoo, Angst, it's not too bad tho In My Opinion, Internalized Homophobia, Gay Will Byers

Summary:

“No,” Mike says forcefully, and then, with a frustrated sound, “I mean- yes, I don’t know. What I mean is, it’s bullshit that you had to deal with that, and it’s bullshit that you have to deal with-” here he gestures wildly to, Will assumes, the general shitshow that their lives have become, “all of this, and I just…” he sighs, and lets his hand fall to rest on top of Will’s. The contact, the casualness with which he initiates it, surprises Will so much that he stops trying to strangle his pinky finger with the couch thread. “You should have the things you want,” Mike says, squeezing Will’s hand.

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august slipped away into a moment in time (3974 words) by thisismadstrying Chapters: 1/6 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair Characters: Mike Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Will Byers, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair, Nancy Wheeler, Dustin Henderson, Holly Wheeler, Jonathan Byers Additional Tags: Summer Vacation, Summer Love, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Internalized Homophobia, Minor Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair, Mike Wheeler Being an Idiot, Italy, Fluff, Domestic, idiots having fun basically, All the characters are italian cause i said so

Summary:

As Mike comes back to his favorite place in the world for the summer, a small town in the South of Italy, he's sure it's going to be like it's been for the past four years: uneventful and lonely, as ever. However, thanks to a helping friend, his whole idea of a relaxing vacation is thrown out the window, along with a secret he shamefully tries to hide. Are the fireworks lighting up in the sky during a hot, August night as loud as the explosions that happen inside of him, as a boy he recently met blinds him with his sweet and simple smile?

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3 NEW BYLER FICS!! LET'S GOOO!!! See you tomorrow, byler authors and readers.

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A fic rec of One Direction fics in which a character had experienced abuse of some form in the past as requested in this ask. Please don't forget to leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here.

- Louis/Harry -

🧱 Run Like the Devil by benzos

(E, 143k, Supernatural au) Louis hunts demons; Harry's the strangest demon he's ever met, and he keeps fucking meeting him.

🧱 Saving Symphony Hall by @helloamhere

(E, 124k, omegaverse) “That’s the attitude,” said Louis, “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Tonight, I need to do some research. Zayn, give me your number. I’m gonna save our symphony.”

🧱 Hang there like fruit, my soul/Till the tree die by louloubaby92 / @louloubabys1992

(M, 111k, omegaverse) Louis knows he's a defective omega. He knows its also not his fault but it is what it is. He takes the world head on even when the world is unkind to him. 

🧱 Give Me Truths by iwillpaintasongforlou / @canonlarry

(E, 110k, punk Louis) the one in which Louis falls in love with a fragile boy and tells him every beautiful truth in the world, as long as it makes him happy.

🧱 The Naked Truth by @larrysmomfics

(E, 80k, Naked Attraction au) The producers of Naked Attraction decide to do a 'Second Chances' edition of the show where past contestants who didn't find love on the show the first time can re-apply in hopes that the second time's a charm. 

🧱 Here In The Afterglow by fondleeds

(NR, 88k, historical) 1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.

🧱 Shout It From The Rooftops by therogueskimo / @bravetemptation

(M, 70k, PTSD) Plagued by memories of the worst day of his life, Louis Tomlinson feels like he’s constantly living in darkness. Harry Styles might just be the person to bring him back to the light.

🧱 These High Walls by LarryAlways28 / @larryaboworld

(E, 68k, omegaverse) Born to one of Seattle's wealthiest families,  Harry was raised exactly as a Styles heir should be: sharp as a tack, witty, charming, and powerful. He was the ideal son - until he presented as an Omega.

🧱 you're ripped at every edge, but you're a masterpiece by Valentia

(E, 50k, uni) The one where Harry is soft and pretty but doesn't see it and Louis just wants to love him the way he deserves.

🧱 elephant juice by @stylinsoncity

(M, 32k, uni) harry doesn't understand boundaries. louis doesn't mind at all.

🧱 With These Arms Folded by @taggiecb

(NR, 21k, famous/not famous) Harry Styles is living a peaceful existence in California as a very successful songwriter. That is until he receives a curious email one sunny summer morning, and his life almost immediately gets turned upside down buy a force that's bigger than any storm he's seen outside his window.

🧱 why take your life when you give it so willingly by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(M, 19k, pirates) When Louis Tomlinson, Captain of The Rogue, ends up adrift at sea after Captain Cowell attacks his ship, he is surprised to find his enemy, Captain Styles, coming to his rescue.

🧱 vatican cameos by nightwideopen / @themarshalstale

(T, 14k, asexuality) sometimes louis gets sad and sometimes harry lets louis write on him

🧱 Just a touch of your love by @thegirlontheblackhoodie

(E, 12k, omegaverse) Harry is a touch starved omega trying to get through it on his own. Louis happens to be the only alpha around to realize it and offers to help.

🧱 You've Got A New Life (Am I Bothering you?) by LilyBlue28

(NR, 5k, omegaverse) the one where Louis is an omega who suffers from PTSD and is triggered one day. He doesn't know how to ask for help from his doting alpha, doesn't think he deserves it, and tries to handle it on his own.

🧱 I Don't Wanna Hurt Anymore by offwiththeirheads / @hazzabooween

(M, 5k, kidfic) Harry walks a thin line between breaking his best friend’s heart and fighting a losing battle.

- Rare Pairs -

🧱 Sugar, We're Going Down by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships

(E, 131k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) At 37, Nick has everything he could possibly want in life: huge success in business, a Bachelor of the Year award hanging in his toilet, piles of money, and a rather odd little habit of visiting a cafe with terrible service on his way into the office every morning.

🧱 It's You by happily_missy

(E, 56k, Zayn/Liam) Liam is a PA for a famous fashion designer and Zayn is their gorgeous new model.