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Written in the Stars

Hi hello, so I wrote this fic forever ago in the hazelnoot discord server. I absolutely loved the idea and had to clean it up and expand a bit to really do the story justice. It took for fucking ever but I am very happy with how it eventually turned out, I honestly think this may be one of my favorite completed fics I’ve written. If you read this back in the server I definitely hope you reread cause I added quite a bit of new content. Anyway I hope y’all enjoy 💜 As always these characters belong to @lumosinlove and her amazing stories Sweater Weather and Coast to Coast so much love and thanks for letting us borrow your characters

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Finn loved his soulmates, he had his whole life.

Sometimes he would think back on the day he first found their names etched on his body; the light pink letters appearing like thin scares in his skin. He was young but Finn remembered it so very clearly. It was one of the most important days in his life, it changed everything. It was one of those memories that Finn refused to let slip away. He held it close to his heart, playing it over and over again until it had forged deep pathways in his brain.

He just remembered looking down and finding their names on his hip, then tracing his fingertips over the lines as countless thoughts jumbled in his mind. Question after question cycled through his brain until they began clambering over each other, until Finn didn't even know what to think anymore. He remembered just becoming so overwhelmed by the confusion that he ran to his brother’s room in a panic and showed him the names resting just above his hip bone. He remembered the way Alex laughed before he explained why the names had suddenly appeared in his skin.

“Those are the names of your soulmates,” his brother grinned, “look, I have names too.” He reached down and rolled up the leg of his sweatpants revealing two names that curled around his leg like a snake slithering its way up. The letters were light pale even in comparison to his brother's fair skin but if you knew where to look they were clear as day.

“What are soulmates?” Finn asked, as Alex let his sweats fall back into place.

His brother took a deep breath pondering how to word his answer before finally responding, “Soulmates, are people that for some reason the universe has decided are going to be perfect for you.”

Finn just looked at his brother with his brows furrowed in confusion, “what do you mean?”

“Well, when we��re older we all have people in our lives that are important to us for a variety of reasons. But these people are gonna be very special to you, and you to them. And these ones,” Alex absentmindedly ran a hand over his leg right where the names of his soulmates were hidden, “these ones will be special to me.”

“Special how?”

His brother chuckled a bit at that, “you know Fish, I don't really know yet. I guess it kinda depends on them. Who they are, and what they want. So, I don't know yet but,” Alex let his voice drop to a soft whisper, “ but I sure am excited to find out.”

***

That day may have been the first time Finn learned about his soulmates but it was far from the last he thought about them. In all honesty they never strayed too far from his thoughts. It was odd, no matter how much his mind wandered, the names in his skin were always there. They were constant, grounding, they would lead him back like the gentle prod of a shepherd's crook, bringing him into the lush green pastures of promised happiness.

He loved them, those names. The way the letters curled and curved, the beautiful differences in each of them. Finn wanted to know them, he dreamed of the day he would meet his soulmates and find out what “special” would mean for him.

He remembered the day Alex told him that he had met his soulmates. It was his first Christmas home after joining the Rangers and after his dramatic welcome home from their parents, Alex excitedly pulled Finn to the side.

“Guess what Fishy?” Alex asked him with a bright grin.

Finn simply rolled his eyes at the nickname but still responded with a, “what?”

“I found them.”

For just a second Finn's heart skipped a beat, he had found them ? As in his soulmates?

“Wait, seriously?” He asked in an excited rush.

“Look,” Alex leaned down to pull up his pant leg and where before had simply been the names long since turned black marking Alex’s soulmates having turned eighteen, there was now a beautiful image. A golden beach dusted in silver snow, hidden within the curling waves was her name Natalie , and drifting amongst the snowflakes was his, Kasey .

Finn was happy for his brother, he really was. He had finally found his special people. But despite the happy excitement as he hugged his brother Finn was also green with envy. He wanted his people, he wanted to hold them close and make them happy. Finn wanted to be happy.

Little did he realize that it would be years before he would meet either of them, and years more before they would get to claim that utterly ambiguous feeling of happy as their own.

***

The first time Finn met Logan, his heart stopped.

He had known one of the new freshmen was supposed to start rooming with him but nothing could have prepared him for the man that stepped foot into his dorm room that day. Logan was beautiful; with lush evergreen forest in his eyes perfect for Finn to get utterly lost in. The sheer strength running through every muscle and sinew of his body nearly made Finn's mouth water at the sight. His fingers ached to touch that tan skin just to see if it was as soft and smooth as it looked, dark curls fluffed out from under the rim of his snapback and Finn so wanted to bury his hands in them

There was a good twenty seconds of silence before Finn realized he hadn’t actually said anything to the man standing in his doorway. A bright embarrassed flush burned to life in his cheeks at the little amused smirk pulling at those plush lips.

“Oh um, sorry,” Finn said, shaking his head, “come on in, I assume you're the new roommate?” He stepped out of the walkway to let the other man in, “I’m Finn by the way.”

“Yeah,” he said stepping into the small room, “I’m Logan.”

Finn tripped over his feet. He scrambled to catch himself on the dresser nearest him making the junk on top clatter.

“You ok over there man?” Logan asked, turning to smirk at Finn's clumsiness.

“Y-yeah- umm…yeah i’m good,” Finn stammered regaining his footing, “you… you said your name is Logan?” he asked, having a hard time believing that the beautiful man currently tossing his bags onto the open bed shared the same name as one of his soulmates.

“Yes, you got a problem with that?” he said, giving Finn a challenging look, like he was just daring Finn to pick a fight with him.

Finn blinked, thrown by Logan's reaction to this whole thing, his utter indifference to Finn’s own name. Suddenly he was filled to the brim with insecurities. What if this wasn't his Logan. What if it was a mistake? Finn had been down that path once before thinking he had found one of his soulmates but it had ended in him being left, alone and used and full of heartache. He never wanted to feel that again.

“Nope, no problem at all,” Finn shook his head trying to clear away the thoughts.

“Good,” Logan said plopping down on his bed next to his bags, “wouldn't want to have a problem now would we.”

Finn laughed at that, he was finding Logan’s somewhat ornery attitude to be entertaining, “you know, I think we're gonna be good friends Lo.”

“Lo? We’ve known each other for less than five minutes and you’re already giving me nicknames?’

“Like I said, good friends,” Finn smirked.

Logan just laughed and rolled his eyes, “I have a feeling you might be right about that.”

***

And right Finn was. He and Logan quickly became closer than any friend Finn had had in the past. They spent nearly every day together, on the ice, in class, sleeping merely feet apart. And each day Finn fell a little more in love with his best friend; the way he would play his guitar for a few minutes each night before bed, the way he would scrunch up his face studying for a test, the way he would wander out of bed at two in the morning only to come back with a plate of pizza rolls to eat in the dark. Finn fell in love with Logan’s every little quirk, he fell in love with his snarky fearless nature, he fell in love with the way he would pretend to be completely careless and confident even though he was really kinda quiet once he was comfortable.

As he was distracted falling in love Finn failed to realize that they were burning through their time together at lightning speed. They spent their time partying, and studying, and playing hockey, and before he knew it Finn was hauling his duffle bag through the yard of the frat house, for the beginning of his senior year.

A bunch of their teammates were already there, and seemed to have started a water fight on the grass.

“Logan! Think fast!” someone shouted before chucking a water balloon just past where Finn was standing. He turned at the sound of the balloon splashing as it burst open, soaking his friend. Finn grinned at the sight, Logan was wearing a thin white shirt and a pair of loose faded jeans, his soft curls tucked up underneath a burgundy snapback. He let his gaze trail up and down Logan's body taking in the way the wet shirt clung to each strong muscle almost obscenely until his eyes caught sight of a black mark just at his collarbone. Looking a bit closer Finn felt his heart stop. It was hard to read through his shirt but sure as day he could see the dark letters of his own name etched into the skin just under the thin material.

“Thanks man,” Logan chuckled, rolling his eyes at his friend before finally looking up to see Finn standing there, his eyes locked on the mark at his collarbone. Realizing almost instantly what Finn was seeing, Logan slapped his hand up covering the mark before quickly shouldering past both Finn and their other teammates and running into the house.

Finn blinked in shock, he had always wondered, ever since that very first day whether Logan was his Logan or not. He couldn't bring himself to ask though, Logan had made a very big point to keep his soulmark covered at all times and he had never made any comment about Finns own mark that he had almost pointedly made visible at times hoping to get Logan’s attention but he had never reacted with more than a soft sigh. Finn snapped out of his thoughts at the feeling of one of their friends spraying him with the hose. He laughed before quickly making his way up to their room only a moment or two after Logan.

“Were you ever planning to tell me?” he asked, letting the door fall shut behind him.

“Honestly,” Logan sighed, pulling his sopping shirt off, he let his fingers softly trace over the dark letters of his Finn's name scrawled across his collarbone in Finn’s own small neat handwriting, “no, no I wasn't.”

Finn watched mesmerized as Logan's fingers then moved to touch the name of the man they had yet to meet, Leo. They were the exact same letters as the ones on Finn’s hip, still pale witten in cramped cursive, slanted into an almost illegible string of loops.

“ But why ?” Finn asked, his heartache breaking the quiet of their tiny dorm.

“Because it doesn't change anything,” he whispered back.

“Lo, it changes everything,” Finn said, taking a step closer to his friend.

He couldn't help but think back to that day Alex told him what the names carved into his hip meant, when he told him about the people that would be special to him, his soulmates. After that day Finn had become a little obsessed, he had spent hours learning to analyze handwriting trying desperately to reveal a hint in the letters that would bring him closer to the people he would one day get to love.

“I’ve spent my entire life falling in love with the letters of your name,” he whispered, taking another step closer to Logan. “Each and every one, the little curl in the way you write your ‘L’ the flourish in the ‘N’” Finn raised his hand to touch the letters at his hip that he had looked at so many times he could see them with his eyes closed. “I’ve fallen in love with how you write it a little crooked, maybe from hurting your hand when you were younger. Lo you can’t tell me that doesn’t matter.”

“It was my wrist,” Logan whispered, taking a step back only to feel his legs hit the edge of his bed, “I fell playing with my sisters and broke it, it never quite healed right.” he looked up at Finn, breath catching at the intensity in his eyes, “And I didn’t say it didn’t matter, I said it didn’t change anything. Finn we can’t... what we do and who we want to be... people can’t know.”

Finn took a shaky breath and another step forward, now barely inches away from Logan, “well...” he looked around their room pointedly, “there’s no one here to see us now. Just you and me.”

Logan swallowed hard and looked up into Finn's warm eyes, “it- it can’t leave this room. Not ever. Would you… would you be ok with that?”

Finn paused for a moment, on one hand Logan was right there , but on the other he also knew that the sanctuary of their dorm was fleeting, only a blip in their lives. The thought of only having these few hidden moments made him devastatingly sad, but if that was all Logan would let him have, he had to take it.

“Alright, it won’t leave this room,” Finn finally answered.

With that Logan reached out, pulling Finn towards him until their bodies were pressed flush together. They kissed with a deep passion that made Finn feel like his very insides were melting. Finn never wanted Logan to take his lips off his own; he wanted to feel him, taste him, drown in the press and pull and the bite of his kiss. A high whine caught in Finn’s throat when Logan pushed him back until he fell back against the bed, the old springs creaking beneath them.

The two of them made love that night. They let the heat of each other's bodies scorch into their very souls, they savored the burning between them because neither knew if they’d ever get to feel it again. They moved together slow and tender, feeling each other as much as they possibly could. Logan was in his lap, their foreheads pressed together as they breathed each other's air, he tightened his fingers Finn's hair and sighed his name with each thrust. Finn just wanted to close his eyes and bask in the feeling of being inside his soulmate but he didn't want to look away from how beautiful Logan was, his mouth open gasping for breath, eyes pinched closed in pleasure.

As Finn watched Logan’s head fall back lost in the feeling of it he noticed movement at his collar bone as his mark began to change. A beautiful silver and gold filigree design swirled to life around the dark letters of his own name, they only stopped when they reached the still pale letters of their third soulmate.

“Look, Lo...” Logan glanced down to see Finn tracing his fingers over the new design now decorating his collarbone. “It’s proof, I was meant to be yours...”

Logan looked away with a sad sigh, “If only I could actually have you.”

When the two of them were done Finn held Logan tight in his arms loving the way he tucked his face into his neck. Finn didn’t want even an inch between them, he was so scared that the moment he loosened his grip Logan would slip out of his arms forever.

“Have you...” Logan started hesitantly, “have you met anyone who might be... Leo ?”

Finn took a breath and ran a palm down Logan’s strong back, “I thought so, once when I was younger. But... it wasn’t him. You know, I’ve spent so much time thinking about you and him trying to figure who you could possibly be. Like, he’s younger than us but he writes in cursive. Who writes in cursive nowadays?” Logan huffed a laugh against his neck. “I’ve looked for you two in every person I’ve ever met. Like there’s this split second of anticipation before someone tells me their name that I can’t help but hope .”

Logan simply trailed his hand down Finn's body to trace over the short cursive letters on his hip.

After that night Finn kept his word, he didn’t so much as touch Logan outside their dorm room. But inside that small sacred space... Finn worshiped him. He savored every kiss, every touch, every moment right up until their very last one.

But before he knew it, it was time. Finn was leaving, he had been draft to the Gryffindor Lions. He had known from the start that their time spent in that room was limited but he hadn’t thought it would fly by so quickly. Finn fiddled with the strap of his backpack, the last bag to be loaded in his car.

“I guess this is it,” he said, pausing by the closed door and turning to look at the man standing by his side. “Can I?” He asked, reaching out towards Logan, “just one last time?”

Logan sighed, there was a sheen of tears in his eyes as he nodded and let Finn pull him into his arms. A little sob caught in Finn’s throat at the feeling of Logan’s lips and knowing it would be the last time he would get to feel them.

“Logan,” he whispered, hand coming up to rest on his collarbone right over his soul mark, “I love you.”

Logan made a slightly pained noise, “don’t say that.”

Finn sniffled a little, “I have to. This is my last chance. I love you so fucking much, and I don’t want to step outside that door. Let all of this end.”

“Finn, you knew what this was before we started.”

“I know, and I followed your rule, but Logan it feels like my heart is tearing in two. You're my soulmate and my soul is breaking apart at the thought of never getting to love you.”

“I’m sorry Finn,” Logan whispered as he reached behind him and opened the door to their dorm room. Finn felt a tear leak down his face as he watched Logan step backwards over the threshold, step backwards out of their dorm, step out of the haven they had created, finally ending their time together. “Good luck in Gryffindor,” he whispered, a little waver in his voice.

“Goodbye, Lo,” Finn sniffled and walked out. He only made it a few miles down the road before the tears were blurring his vision too much to drive.

***

The weeks following that last emotional day with Logan, Finn would remember as some of the hardest of his entire life. His heart felt raw as an exposed nerve, aching with hurt and loneliness, but he couldn't focus on that. No, instead he did his very best to push away the thoughts of Logan and focus on work, he poured every ounce of strength and focus in his body into practice. He would wake up and run himself into the ground until he was utterly exhausted only to fall asleep and repeat the next day.

It went on like that for months. He hid it from the rest of the team, his friends, he pretended to be his happy, chaotic self. He tried so very hard to make sure that no one knew that his heart had been shredded to ribbons. Eventually, Finn just accepted that this hurt inside him was his new normal and there’s nothing he could do to change it.

When he heard the news that Logan was coming to Gryffindor, Finn could barely believe it. His heart soared with hope, painting wishful pictures in his mind about the possibilities, how happy they could be together but it all hinged on Logan taking that first step. It wasn’t long before reality came crashing down on him, smashing his hope to pieces and ripping open the festering wounds on Finn's heart.

Logan moved in with Dumo. He refused to acknowledge what the two of them had shared back in that crappy dorm room, he simply pretended that the red string tying their hearts together didn't exist. To Logan they were simply ‘friends’ and that's all they would ever be, and it hurt. It hurt Finn so very much to reluctantly accept that Logan would never let him truly be his soulmate.

Eventually, the two of them settled back into their roles as best friends and Finn hated it. He hated being so very close to his soulmate but not able to be close to him. It felt like his heart would shatter anew each time he would see that blindingly beautiful smile or those eyes such a deep peaceful green, but Logan had made his decision very clear he didn't want his soulmate, he didn't want a partner, he didn't want love. And despite the pain Finn would respect that.

It was rare, but every once in a while Finn would feel someone's eyes on him, watching, taking in his every move and when he would look up it was to find burning emerald eyes bright as a flame. Finn would find Logan drinking him in like a dying man wandering through the desert and stumbling upon an oasis. He couldn't hide the way his breath would catch at the sight of Logan softly tracing his fingers over the silver and gold swirls of his soulmark resting just under the collar of his t-shirt. Finn lived for these moments, they filled him with a sickening hope that maybe Logan would finally accept the love he desperately wanted to give him. That hope would quickly be crushed to dust when Logan would look away the moment he realized Finn had caught him watching.

***

It was a pretty normal night the next time Finn felt his heart stop. He was out to dinner with some of the team, honestly tuning out most of the conversation as he picked at his meal; far too preoccupied with thoughts of Logan’s eyes burning into him to actually care about what everyone was talking about.

But then he heard it… Leo.

Finn nearly choked on a sip of water “I’m sorry who? What are you guys talking about?” he asked after finally expelling the water from his lungs.

“Leo, you know the new rookie goalie? Have you not been listening at all?” Kasey teased throwing a balled up napkin at his face.

Finn tried to laugh and pretend that just the sound of that name hadn’t shaken him to his very core.

“I guess I’m a bit distracted tonight, so what about Leo ?” God he loved the way the name felt on his tongue.

“Hmm, we were just saying it sucks he has to stay in a hotel for his rookie year. Usually, Dumo takes in the new guys but it doesn’t seem like Tremzy is leaving anytime soon. It sounded like they tried to convince some of the other guys to take him in but no one really has the room.”

“He can stay with me!” Finn shouted before he could stop himself. The rest of the table blinked at him in surprise as Finn himself processed what he just said. “I mean I have a free room, and I don’t mind taking the noobie in.”

“Well...” Kasey kinda chuckled “I guess that takes care of that.”

A couple days later Finn opened his front door only to find the embodiment of sunshine standing in his threshold grinning at him like Finn was the most important person in the world. Fuck , he thought to himself basking in Leo’s radiant glow, I’m done for.

“Hey there,” Leo said, shooting Finn a dimpled smile, his thick southern accent as sweet as honeysuckle. “Thanks for taking me in, I appreciate it. I wasn’t really looking forward to calling a hotel room home for the next couple months.” There was a little nervous waver in Leo’s voice as he stood in the doorway.

Finn mentally shook himself when he realized he had yet to say anything, “Ah, yeah no problem. Come on in, make yourself at home.”

Leo settled into Finn's life surprisingly easily. It was only a matter of days before the two of them were completely comfortable in each other's company, they worked together forming new routines, new habits, accommodating the others needs with barely a thought. It felt like they were orbiting around each other, two celestial bodies sharing the same inky black sky creating their own light to nurture the wolds held in their gravity. Finn smiled at the thought, he couldn't help but wonder if one day they would collide creating a ripple in the universe that would change the very nature of the world they lived in.

The first day Leo officially joined a Lions practice Finn could barely keep his eyes on the puck. Something about the way the younger man easily stopped every single shot, the effortless way he moved in the goal, and those lightning quick reflexes made Finn's insides squirm. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to be touched by hands that sure and skilled. Would they be gentle with him, would Leo’s touch be soft and sacred? Or would those hands be rough against his skin, would they explore without hesitation mapping his body like an ancient seafair charting the endless oceans?

“Look alive O’Hara!” Coach shouted at him from the bench.

Finn stumbled over his own skates, as he startled back to reality. A hot flush burned to life up the back of his neck when he realized he had just been fantasizing about his new roommate during practice. Shaking his head Finn tried to push all thoughts of Leo out of his mind, which ended up easier said than done when he spotted a little smirk half hidden behind the cage of the goaltender mask.

If Finn had thought it was hard keeping his eyes off of Leo on the ice once they were in the locker room it was akin to tourture. It felt nearly impossible to tear his eyes away from Leo and those mile long legs of his, all that beautiful sun kissed skin that he hoped would taste like honey under his tongue. Just as he was pulling on a pair of faded blue jeans Finn spotted the blond wandering from the showers a towel slung low around his waist, that’s when he saw it. A long black strip of KT tape running down the length of Leo’s spine.

It wasn’t uncommon. Honestly, it was pretty normal for people to keep the names of their soulmates covered for the sake of their own and their partners' privacy. Finn himself even had his mark covered when he was in public, but even still he couldn’t help the disappointed drop of his stomach when he didn't see his own name scrawled on Leo’s body.

Come on man, not this again, Finn thought, shaking his head with a deep sigh. Forcing his eyes away from Leo’s back Finn brought his hand to rest on his hip, somehow he always found that little action comforting. Instead of simply staring hopelessly at that long strip of tape Finn let his gaze drift to each of his teammates' various soulmarks.

They settled first on Kasey, Finn’s stomach lurched as a pang of envy rushed through him. Kasey had two, each one curved on either side of his belly button, and though the names covered Finn knew exactly who was written into his friend's skin. The stunning silver and gold Celtic knotwork that stretched across his stomach and pelvis quashed any doubt that Finn may have had about it. Sometimes it was a bit strange sharing a team with his brother's soulmate. Most of the time Finn would just let himself forget about it but then every once in a while Kasey would mention Alex and he would remember as his insides began to coil tight with jealousy. Huffing a frustrated sigh, Finn looked away from Kasey too.

Sirius’s mark was on the nape of his neck, covered by tape, he wondered who’s name was hidden there. James on the other hand was one of the few that proudly left his mark uncovered, letting the entire world see Lily’s name written in pretty golden loops on his neck, a beautiful silver flower blooming around it. Dumo also chose to leave his mark uncovered. Celeste, her name was written in an almost illegibly messy scrawl on his bicep and encircled by golden filigree.

Finn wished he could do that, leave his mark uncovered, proudly telling the world that he loved the people whose names were etched into his skin. But it wasn’t his place to force Logan or Leo to do the same, they deserved the right to tell people in their own time.

***

As the days passed Finn couldn’t help but fall deeply in love with his new roommate. Leo was just so very sweet and kind and funny, he positively radiated a warm comfort that Finn found himself impossibly drawn to.

Day after day Finn fought back the urge to touch him, to pull him into his arms in the kitchen and slow dance to the music of Leo’s laughter. He fought back the urge to crawl into Leo’s lap and bury his face in his neck, desperate to just hold him close until the horrible ache inside him eased away. God, he wanted those large palms to soothe up and down his body so much it almost hurt. What Finn wouldn't do to simply reach out and guide Leo’s touch directly to his chest, what Finn wouldn't do to get him to cradle his bleeding heart, cup as gently as if he were holding a tulip fragile and fresh from the earth while it beat in palms.

A few weeks after Leo began sharing his space Finn wandered into the kitchen only to find him sitting at the table hand moving quickly over a piece of paper writing something. He knew he shouldn't snoop but Finn couldn't stop himself from peaking at the paper only to feel a deep ache settle in his chest at the sight of looping cursive letters.

“You write in cursive,” the words fell from his lips on a hushed breath, as he stopped in his tracks instantly recognizing the familiar handwriting.

“Hmm,” Leo looked up from his paper to find Finn standing there with a horribly sad look in his eyes, “oh yeah... I do.”

“You know,” Finn started, doing his best to shake away the aching feeling as he pulled out a chair and sat down next to him, “it’s kinda rare nowadays.”

Leo huffed a little laugh and set his pen down, “yeah, yeah it is. I actually used to get in trouble for it at school cause the teachers could barely read it.”

“How come then?” he blurted out the question that had been niggling at his brain since the first time he noticed the way the letters of Leo’s name had looped together on his skin.

Leo smiled softly at him, “My Nana taught me. It was kinda our thing .”

Finn tilted his head a bit to the side, waiting for Leo to continue.

“When I was little, we used to write each other these long ol’ letters about everything, and nothing,” Leo fiddled with the edge of the paper in front of him, hissing softly when it gave him a tiny papercut. “She used to tell me stories about her ‘pen pal’ from way back when, back when she was younger. She told me how much she missed talking to them. So, naturally I told her I’d be her pen pal.” Leo laughed at his younger self, “And it’s funny, I probably spent nearly eighty percent of my life at my grandparents house, but we would still do the whole thing of writing out the letters and sending them via snail mail, and I loved it.” Leo paused for a moment, seemingly caught up in a memory, “That was how I told her about everything important in my life, it was how I told her… about me.” Leo ran his thumb over the thin rainbow braid at his wrist before looking up at Finn with a sad little smile, “my Nana passed away a couple years ago but… I still write her letters. I still tell her about what's happening in my life, the things I'm doing, the people I meet,” he shot a quick wink at Finn with that last statement, and he couldn't stop the blush that crept up his neck in response.

“Le, that's so sweet,” Finn whispered, desperately wanting to reach out and press his hand into Leo’s shoulder, he desperately wanted to reach out and comfort him but the distance between them was so very much more than just the wooden planks of Finn’s kitchen table. No, the distance between them stretched far as the Atlantic Ocean all the way to the Pacific, from coast to sparkling coast. “I’m really sorry about your Nana,” Finn finally said in lieu of reaching out.

“It’s alright, it’s a part of life,” Leo said with a shrug. “And besides, I know she still gets ‘em, I know she’s still proud of me.”

Finn felt his heart warm at Leo’s words. God, he was already falling so hard for this man with the sunshine hair and ocean eyes, and heart made of pure gold.

After that conversation Finn and Leo settled into an easy, comfortable relationship. They let themselves fall into the expected roles; friends, roommates, teammates. But if they were being honest with themselves both of them knew that there was something else there, something underneath, a magnetic pull charged with the knowledge that their destinies were concealed by a strip of cloth tape less than a millimeter thick.

Finn had yet to see Leo without it running up and down his spine, and ever since Logan he had kept his own mark carefully hidden, sickened by the thought of exposing their connection without Logan's consent.

***

The months spent with Leo passed slow as Sahara sand dunes but Finn savored every single moment, cherishing them almost reverently. Honestly, he loved the simplicity of just existing together, he loved watching a movie on their couch Leo’s cold toes tucked under his thigh, he loved reading in a warm comfortable silence. And Finn loved the way Leo’s seemed to have filled up his house with sunshine making it feel more like a home than it ever had before.

One day Finn wandered into the kitchen only to find Leo elbow deep in sudsy water scrubbing at dishes, a common enough sight but today it made Finn’s heart fill with a burning affection. It felt so domestic, Leo standing there in only a pair of loose basketball shorts and socks, that black tape still running the length of his back as he swayed his hips a little to country music filtering through the speaker next to him. God, Finn just wanted to sidle up behind him and wrap his arms around Leo’s middle, press his forehead into the dip between his strong shoulder blades right where he desperately hoped his name was etched. He wanted to feel Leo’s whole body relax under his touch until it was Finn’s strength holding him up.

He didn't do that though, how could he? It wasn't his place to hold Leo like that no matter how much he wished it was. Instead, Finn hopped up to sit on the counter, snagging an apple from the fruit bowl next to him mostly just to have something to fiddle with, not because he actually wanted it.

Apparently, the entirety of Finn’s self control was used to stop himself from snuggling against Leo’s back because before he could think better of it he blurted out, “How come you keep it covered?”

“Hmm?” Leo hummed, looking up at Finn, he had a little confused wrinkle formed between his eyebrows but his smile was still warm and soft.

“Your mark,” Finn clarified nodding at Leo’s back, “Like I can get wanting to keep it away from the media or strangers, but even when you’re home you keep it covered.”

Leo huffed a laugh as the confusion faded from his face, he shut off the sink and grabbed a towel to wipe away the suds still clinging to his hands and forearms.

“Well,” he said, turning to lean back against the sink, “you keep yours covered too don't you?”

“Er… yeah, I guess I do,” Finn said, feeling heat creep up his neck, he hadn't really thought about his own covered mark when blurting the question. “But I mean, that’s really more for someone else. If I could do things my way, I’d show the whole world the name’s of my soulmates, the people I get to love more than anything.”

Leo sighed softly, taking a step away from the sink towards where Finn was perched on the counter. Finn gently set aside the apple in his hands in favor of gripping the edge of the counter until his knuckles turned white, he felt Leo’s eyes on him freezing him in place as he took another step closer.

“Finn, I keep my mark covered,” Leo whispered, taking one last step forward settling between his knees like the press of Finn’s soft thighs around his waist was all he needed to be home. “I’ve done so for years, because I want to fall in love with my people for more than just the names in our skin. I want to fall in love with them because…” Leo paused for a moment, a warm little smile pulled at his lips, “I want to fall in love with them because they are amazing people, because they care for literally everyone around them regardless of who they are, I want to fall in love with them because they are slightly insane,” Finn couldn't hold back a light chuckle at that, “always dragging me into the chaos around them. Fishy,” Leo seemed to be inching closer so very slowly, watching every little move Finn made, “I- I want to fall in love with my people because no matter what is happening in our lives, my heart aches when I'm not with them.”

A little gasp caught in Finn’s throat as he stared into those icy blue eyes, eyes that held more warmth than their color would suggest. No, Leo’s eyes on him felt like basking in the warmth of an oven as he pulled fresh baked bread from within. As he stared into those beautiful baby blues Finn couldn't help but feel like there was more intensity in looking back at him than any friend he'd ever had. Well, aside from Logan, but Logan was different, Logan was his soulmate.

The realization hit Finn harder than if he'd been slammed into the boards during a game, all this time while he was distracted obliviously falling in love with Leo and his sunshine smile maybe, just maybe, Leo was falling right alongside him. Maybe they were tumbling together through a star studded sky hurtling towards terminal velocity and their only hope for survival was to cling together to land in the other's soft embrace.

Finn leaned forward not breaking their eye contact, his body felt almost magnetized to Leo, “So have you?” he asked in a voice barely a whisper.

Leo’s lips curled into a warm, soft smile as he reached out almost tentatively, pressing his palms against Finn's thighs and sliding them up so slowly Finn felt the warmth bleed through the denim of his jeans. Leo’s hands didn’t stop until nimble fingers were brushing the tape at his hip, the thin adhesive cloth covering his soulmark, hiding the name’s of the men Finn held so very close to his heart.

“You know,” Leo whispered back, “I think I just might’ve...”

Finn couldn't take it anymore, he couldn't take whatever this tension was between them, so thick and tangible he could practically taste it. Emboldened by the warmth in Leo’s eyes, Finn finally leaned forward, closing the distance between them, and nearly sobbing at the soft way Leo kissed him back. It was all careful movements and tender touches, each filled with a love Finn wasn’t sure he had ever felt before, so deep and achingly beautiful.

Reaching out Finn slid his hands up Leo’s sides, feeling the warm firm muscles of his body under his palms. Finn just held him so very close, he wrapped Leo up in his arms and breathed him in until his lungs felt like bursting but it still wasn't enough. He needed to feel him, needed the warmth and the strength of Leo’s body to bleed into him. Finn couldn't hold back the little sound that caught in his throat as he threaded his fingers into the blond curls he’d been dreaming of for months and they were softer than he ever could have imagined.

“ Leo, ” Finn breathed the name against his lips, it was the only word he wanted to say.

“That’s right sweetheart,” Leo whispered, reaching up to cup his hand against Finn's neck, “I’m here, right here with you. Finally.”

Their next moments together blurred into a blissful haze until Finn couldn’t even remember what it felt like to not be warmed by the heat of Leo’s body. After they lay in his bed, the sheets and blankets knocked haphazardly out of the way until they littered the floor. Leo had flipped to lay on his stomach, burying his face in pillows that smelled of Finns shampoo and stretching his body like a kitten basking in a sunbeam. Finn felt all light and shivery but still so very warm pressed up against Leo’s side, he couldn’t bear to let even an inch of space between them. The room was quiet with only the sound of their still heavy breathing and Finn sucking leisurely slow kisses into the warm muscle of Leo’s shoulder.

“God” Finn breathed the word against sweat damp skin, “I’m so fucking happy you’re here,” his breath caught as he the little gears inside his heart finally began clicking into place making it flush pure love through his veins with every beat.

“Me too Fishy,”Leo mumbled into the pillow, “me too.”

Finn shifted a bit hoping to find a more comfortable position as his arm was currently falling asleep where it was pinned to the mattress. Suddenly though his eyes caught sight of a slow subtle movement at Leo’s shoulders, Finn gasped when he realized delicate silver and gold threads had begun unfurling out from under that strip of tape still running the length of Leo’s spine. They were stunning, a beautiful filigree swirling to life just under that sun golden skin. They curled out from the section of Leo's spine just between his shoulder blades and stretched out giving him the sparkling wings of an angel.

A sob caught in his throat at the sight.

“What is it sweetheart? What’s wrong?” Leo asked, propping himself up a bit to turn and look at him.

“It- it’s nothing, just... I knew it was you.”

“Mmm,” Leo hummed, his face taking on a soft smile at the amazement in his partner's eyes, “come’ere sugar,” he whispered and pulled Finn in for another sweet lingering kiss.

Once they finally broke apart Finn curled up behind Leo tucking his forehead in the dip between his shoulder blades where he knew his name was etched. He softly traced a finger over the new silver threads lining the strong muscles until they stopped bluntly halfway down his back, the design incomplete without their third. Incomplete without Logan.

“It’s pretty,” Finn whispered, pressing a soft kiss to one of the reaching golden threads.

“Is it?” Leo asked, his voice vibrating through Finn.

“Mmhm, and big. Bigger than mine, bigger than... his.”

Leo sighed and Finn loosened his arms just enough for him to turn and snuggle into his chest, he buried his nose in those soft blond curls and breathed in until he thought his lungs might burst. And when Leo wrapped his arms so very tightly around Finn's waist he couldn't help but humm at how nice it was, how safe and loved he felt in that embrace.

“You know,” Leo whispered, his lips brushing Finn's collarbone, “My Nana used to tell me that big feelings always led to big marks. She’d tell me that sometimes the marks are beautiful, glowing golden with the love that created them,” Leo wrapped a palm around Finn's hip right over his covered soulmark. “But she’d also tell me that sometimes those marks can be scars,” Finn sighed at the feeling of Leo running his palm up his body until it was pressed directly over his heart, “scars that we can’t always see cause the wounds cut so deep.”

Finn sniffled a little and tightened his arms around Leo’s body, “your Nana sounds like a smart lady.”

“Mmm, she was just very perceptive,” Leo pulled back just a bit to look up at him, “you’ve been with him already, haven't you?”

Finn huffed a soft laugh, “I see you take after her in the whole perceptive department.” Leo just waited for him to continue, making him chuckle again before nodding. “Yeah, I have. But- he…” Finn breathed in shakily, “he doesn't want me. Or us. He doesn't want to be our soulmate.”

Leo felt his heat stutter a little at that, he felt a little piece inside him shatter to pieces, “Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry,” he held Finn a little closer, “I’m so sorry.”

Finn sniffled before pulling away just enough to look into those bright ice blue eyes, “Leo, I- please don’t leave me… please?”

Leaning forward Leo kissed up the underside of Finn’s jaw making him sigh as a bit of tension bled from his body, “Sugar, if things go my way, I’ll be by your side till the moment you tell me to leave.”

“Well, then I hope you’re prepared for forever, because it’ll be a cold day in hell before those words leave my lips.”

“Forever sounds good to me,” Leo threaded his fingers into Finn's fluffy auburn hair and pulled him down to kiss him until they couldn't breathe.

***

“Jesus Knutty!” Leo felt the snap of a towel against his back as he pulled his shirt off. “That’s one hell of a soul mark you’ve got there,” James chirped as the team was gearing up in the small guest locker room of Ravenclaw stadium for their game.

Leo rolled his eyes, “Well, they’re one hell of a soulmate,” he quipped back, quickly pulling his under armor on and covering the new design that spanned most of his upper back. He could still feel the KT tape in place assuring him that both Finn and Logan’s names were concealed.

“I can’t believe it, you’ve been in Gryffindor for what? Six months? And you already found your soulmate. It’s not fair!” Talker cried out walking past to get to his own stall.

“I guess I’m just lucky,” he said softly, secretly shooting a glance at Finn, who had added several more strips of tape to his hip, obscuring the large new addition to his soulmark. Leo wanted to kiss it, he wanted to run his tongue over each silver line until he was shivering from that alone, he wanted to kiss each star in that golden galaxy born of their love.

But that was for another time, right now he really needed to focus on their game. The team had spent their morning cramped together on the bus to get there for the evening game and now it was finally time to suit up and hit the ice, he couldn't afford to let his thoughts linger on his soulmate.

That being said nothing could stop him from grinning at the sight of Finn, he knew he couldn’t stare for long so those stolen glances were everything. Leo let his gaze flick over to Logan, he had been subtly watching Finn since the moment he took his shirt off revealing the larger covered mark.

Actually, Leo had felt Logan’s eyes on him as well burning a hole into his very soul. It was a weird feeling. Knowing that Logan was their third but also knowing that he had chosen to turn away from them. And it hurt .

Leo had spent so many hours with him pressed thigh to thigh on the bus, on the airplane traveling from games talking and teasing each other the whole time. They had spent so many hours laughing and telling each other stories from their pasts, he had spent so many hours listening to Logan’s soft, even breathing, sleeping so very close together but yet so far away from him. So far that the space separating their hotel beds might as well have been a mountain range as vast as the Rockies for the likelihood of either of them finding their way to one another through the snowy peaks.

It hurt to look at Logan and know that in those hours spent together he had fallen in love. Fallen for the hot headed man that always looked at him like he was the most important person in the room, he'd fallen for the man that pretended to be so tough on the ice but was soft as marshmallow fluff the moment he was around people he cared about. It hurt that he had fallen in love with the man who guarded his heart with a dragon and moat, a man who had locked it away in an enchanted tower designed to ward off every living soul that dared to try and love him. And it hurt to know that he had fallen in love with a man who had hurt Finn. Cut him so deeply that he felt he had to beg simply to be loved. But there was no stopping it, Leo had already fallen. Logan averted his eyes when their gazes met, making himself busy and pulling on his pads. This was going to be a long night.

“You know we could still probably switch our room assignments,” Leo whispered to Finn as they walked side by side towards the bus after the game.

Finn chuckled under his breath, “Nah, it’s alright.” He bumped his shoulder lightly against Leo’s, “I’ll wait till we get home, then I can have you all to myself.”

He laughed and bumped him back, “Alright Fishy.”

Leo shot a cheeky wink in Finn’s direction then strode ahead and up the stairs of the bus only to flop into his open space next to Logan. Already Leo could feel the heat of their thighs pressed together in the small space, he desperately wished he could simply reach over and press his palm to the warm strong muscles hidden under the smooth material of his game day dress pants. Unfortunately, Leo couldn't do that, he wasn't allowed to touch Logan that casually, especially now when he hadn't uttered a single word to him since the moment he had seen the mark stretching over his shoulders.

Currently, Logan was leaning against the cool glass of the bus window, his eyes closed as if he were sleeping but Leo knew he wasn't. It was something that had always kinda warmed his heart, Logan would swear up and down that he couldn’t possibly sleep on the bus only to lean over and snooze on Leo’s shoulder an hour into the drive. But if he knew anything he knew Logan would rather go sleep deprived than let his head rattle against the bus window. It was awkward and quiet on the drive to the hotel Logan barely even acknowledging that Leo was there.

“Are you ever going to talk to me again?” Leo asked when he just couldn’t take the silence anymore.

“You did good out there tonight rookie,” Logan said, scooting a little closer to the window. ‘Rookie’, not Peanut Butter, not Knutty, not even his real name, Leo felt his heart crack. Logan was building a wall between them.

“Don’t be like that,” Leo whispered so very softly that maybe Logan didn’t hear him, or maybe he just didn’t want to say anything as the rest of the drive stretched on in silence. Logan didn’t utter another word until they were each in their own beds surrounded by darkness and warm sheets.

“Congratulations, by the way,” his soft voice came through the dark.

“For what?”

“You found your soulmate,” Logan’s voice had a barely noticeable waver in it.

“ Soulmates ,” Leo corrected, “I have two soulmates.”

Logan chuckled soft and humorless,“no you don’t.” His voice was broken and heartbreakingly sad.

“Lo?” Leo asked only to be met by silence. “Logan, please?” Once more there was only silence. “Fine if you won’t speak to me I’ll talk, you listen.” Leo turned in bed to look at Logan’s back, he could make out the curve of his shoulder and a strip of moonlight slipping through a crack in the curtains illuminated just enough of his beautiful tan skin to make Leo’s mouth water at the sight.

“Do you remember that night,” Leo’s voice was soft in their dark room, “ I think it was like the second, maybe third roadie I went on with the team. And there was that massive thunderstorm. It was horrible, the power was out, and you could just feel the hotel rattle with each thunderclap.” Leo huffed a soft laugh at the memory before continuing, “I remember we were laying there, with the wind rattling the windows and I looked over and saw you just shivering in your bed I realized you were terrified. Logan my heart hurt for you, you were laying there alone and scared and I just couldn't leave you like that. I knew it was probably silly but I asked you if I could come give you a hug because I was scared. I didn't want you to think I was teasing or judging you but you saw directly through me, you knew I wasn't scared but you let me come crawl into your bed anyway. And as we were laid there I held you as you shook apart in my arms, but after a little while I felt you relax, I felt relief flood through your body as you finally accepted that there was safety in the two of us tucked together under the sheets. Lo, do you remember what you told me then?” Leo asked.

There was a little sniffle from Logan's bed but he remained silent.

Leo continued on anyway, “You told me it was an irrational fear, you told me you didn’t know why the storm made you so scared. And I just remember thinking, it’s completely rational to be scared of storms. They're loud and destructive, and that feeling of something so much bigger than yourself shaking you to your very core is scary, but Logan, I was so glad I got to be there to comfort you cause the thought of you all alone trying to weather that made my heart hurt.”

Logan still didn’t speak but at this point Leo didn't expect him to. “There’s nothing wrong with being scared Lo. Rational, irrational, fear is fear and it always feels the same and it always hurts. But Lo, you don’t have to be scared of this, of us , of Finn and me. Please… just let us hold you as you're shaking apart in this storm. We can do this together, we can be safe together, just as we were in that storm.”

The room fell into silence again once Leo was finally finished speaking, but then there was a sharp inhale and Logan’s broken voice whispering, “go to sleep rookie.”

Leo’s heart broke at those words, he felt a sob wrack his body but if Logan heard the sound he made no move to comfort him from the cutting rejection.

***

Finn and Leo settled into a new normal, which in all honesty was very similar to their old normal just with more kisses. Leo loved being home with Finn. He loved the simple freedom of just leaning over to press a kiss into that pile of auburn fluff Finn tried to pass off as hair. He loved that when they relaxed together on their couch he could curl up into Finn's side and bask in the warmth of his arms. But most of all Leo loved that he could love Finn there. He loved the way they could bring their bodies together starting with a blank canvas only to create a masterpiece of pleasure over and over again.

In the days that followed that horrible trip, every interaction with Logan felt stilted and awkward to the point that even some of the others on the team began to notice. And by the next roadie Leo was over it. He and Finn had decided to stick to their normal roommates for the time being, after all they didn’t really want people knowing that they were soulmates quite yet. So that meant the next time Leo stepped onto the bus he plopped down right next to Logan who looked up at him with a look of half shock and half curiosity.

“What are you doing?” He asked, pulling out one of his earbuds as Leo made himself comfortable.

“Sitting,” he scoffed, “what does it look like?”

Logan rolled his eyes as the bus rumbled to life.

“Well no shit Sherlock, why are you sitting here?”

“Cause this is where I always sit.”

“Yeah, but that was... before. Why don’t you go sit with Finn?”

“Because Finn is sitting with Kasey, like he always does. And I am sitting with you like I always do.”

“But why!” Logan asked, agitated.

“Because you're my friend Logan!” Leo finally said harshly, Logan opened his mouth to reply but was silenced by the fierce look in Leo’s icy blue eyes. “Alright, listen here,” Leo’s voice dropped to a low whisper but it was sharp as a cracking whip. “I am not your soulmate. You made that abundantly clear. And I will respect that because it’s your prerogative to choose who you love and who you spend your life with, no one gets to tell you who that is. Not me, not Finn, not even fucking fate. It’s your decision, and your decision alone. But that being said, you are still my friend and I refuse to lose you to something as superficial and shallow as a goddamn soulmark! You hear me?”

There was a beat of silence Logan simply blinking at him in shock, then a small grin began pulling at his lips as he finally answered Leo’s rant with a little, “Yes sir.”

And just like that the tension between them had broken, shattered to pieces like the stained glass in an abandoned chapel.

Leo chuckled softly then groaned, “Oh my god, I just sounded exactly like my Mama,” he said, turning to a laughing Logan.

“Did you know,” Logan said, reaching out to ruffle Leo’s blond curls, “you kinda get fluffy when you're mad.”

“Shaddup,” Leo rolled his eyes with a huff.

Logan laughed again, “like a pissed off cockatoo.” Leo couldn’t help but burst out laughing at that.

“Go back to listening to your music,” Leo said, giving him a bit of a playful shove.

“I’ll see you in the locker room Nutty,” Logan said, giving Leo a little hip bump and a bright smile as they made their way off the bus a little while later.

“See ya in a bit Tremz,” Leo chuckled softly as Logan walked ahead.

“Now how the hell did you do that?” Leo glanced over his shoulder to see Finn coming up behind him with a slightly astounded look on his face.

“Hmm?” Leo asked, a little confused.

“Logan,” Finn jerked his head in the direction he had just walked, “that’s probably the most normal and relaxed I’ve seen him since...” Leo’s eyes flicked down to see Finn's hand resting just over his soulmark, “well you know. So what did you say to him?”

“I um...” Leo felt a flush begin to creep onto his cheeks, “I kinda yelled at him.”

Finn blinked in surprise, “and that worked?”

Leo shrugged, “seems like it. I mean I just told him that it’s his right to choose who he loves, and soulmate or not we’re still friends. Then he told me I looked like a pissed off cockatoo and things kinda just fell back to normal.”

Finn laughed a little at that, “well I mean you do get kinda fluffy when you’re angry.”

Leo made a disgruntled face and stuck his tongue out.

“That’s it! That’s the face!” He reached out and ruffled Leo’s curls, “it makes your hair stand on end.” Rolling his eyes Leo just accepted it, but when he looked into Finn's eyes he was giving him a soft look.

“I told you once before,” Leo whispered, “I don’t want to love someone simply for the names etched in our skin, and I don’t expect anyone else to love me for the same reason. We all deserve to choose who we spend our lives with. I mean a soulmate isn’t destiny, it’s a singular option in an ocean of possibilities.”

Finn's eyes bore into Leo’s full of immeasurable feeling, he quickly glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention to them then leaned in close to Leo’s ear cupping his hand so no one could see the words forming on his lips.

“You know,” he whispered, “if we weren’t in public I would pull you into my arms right now and kiss you until neither of us could breathe.”

“Later,” Leo said softly grinning at Finn, “when we’re home.”

The game was tense. They had been tied with the Snakes 1:1 since the first period and that didn’t seem to be changing anytime soon. As per normal the Snakes were playing dirty, already racking up more penalties than the last two games the Lions played combined. Leo had stopped more shots than he could even keep track of but it wasn’t over yet. The entire stadium was desperately hoping for the tie to break, and then halfway through the third something broke. Sadly though it wasn’t the score.

Leo’s eyes were locked on the puck, his entire body reacting at the speed of light to each pass, each little movement the players made, wherever it was going to be shot he was ready. As the puck got closer and closer Leo’s body got tighter and tighter coiled and ready to snap. It didn’t even enter his thoughts that the closer the puck got, the closer the players got. After all they were supposed to stop, they always stopped. Then there was a split second of utter paralyzing fear as Leo suddenly realized this was going to end very very badly, then quicker than lightning that fear was overwritten by the most excruciating pain he had ever felt in his life. Chaos broke out around him but everything blurred into streaks of red and green as all Leo could do was lay still, the cold ice soaking into the back of his Jersey.

***

Finn couldn’t stop them. He was utterly powerless. Trapped on the bench watching in slow motion as Leo’s body crumpled under the weight of two Snakes. He watched horrified as one of their knees hit him directly in the mask making his neck snap backwards farther than could ever be considered ‘normal’. The weight of the players made Leo’s body slam hard into one of the goal posts but then he just lay there. Terrifyingly still. Finn wasn’t sure if a hush actually fell over the stadium or if the blood rushing in his ears was blocking out the sound. One way or the other he didn’t care. The only thought in his mind was Leo .

He didn’t remember jumping back into the ice. He didn’t remember pushing through the skirmishes of his own teammates beating Snake players bloody. All Finn remembered was suddenly being at Leo’s side and seeing his face contorted with pain, eyes scrunched up and breathing in sharp gasps. It was a sight that would haunt him years to come. It would be the image to flash behind his closed eyelids when he was trapped in nightmares, the little pained moans would sound in his ears like fog horns each time someone would get anywhere near Leo.

“Finn, you need to back up! Let the paramedics tend to him.” Remus pulled him back by the collar of his jersey as the med team carefully secured Leo in a neck brace then to the stretcher and finally lifted him off the ice.

Without even thinking Finn followed, like a tether was tied around his heart pulling him forward. As if he were a sad little, half deflated, ‘Get Well Soon’ balloon tied to Leo’s ankle. As soon as he got to the exit off the ice Finn felt a hand reach out and stop him, his heart tugging painfully as the paramedics continued on, taking Leo without him.

“O’Hara,” Coach Weasley said holding him there, “Look I know he’s your friend and you’re worried about him but we still have a game to finish.”

Yanking his arm free Finn glowered at his coach. “He’s not just my friend ,” his voice dropped to a whisper low enough only Coach could hear, “he’s my partner and my goddamn soulmate. I’m going to the fucking hospital with him.”

Coach blinked at him in surprise, “Oh, I- I didn’t realize. Then of course, go.”

Without so much as another word Finn walked away, the only thought in his mind was the words please be ok, please be ok, please… circling over and over again. The next couple hours of Finn's life passed in an odd numb haze, there was so much fear and adrenaline rushing through his system that he burst into the hospital in a panic only to be directed to a hard plastic chair and told to wait. What for what? That Finn didn't know. He didn't know anything . All he knew was the anxious jitters making his body tremble as the image of Leo laying so still on the ice, his face contorted in pain, cycled over and over again in his mind until finally someone in a pair of scrubs called his name.

They were talking and somewhere in the back of his mind Finn knew he should be listening but honestly he didn’t care, all he wanted was to see Leo. All he wanted was to know that he was ok, that it looked worse than it was because it looked horrible.

Eventually, the doctor realized that Finn wasn't really retaining a word she said. Taking pity on him she led Finn to a little private room and opened the door to reveal Leo . His face looked so unnaturally pale, his neck was still immobilized in a plastic brace and there were wires and tubes hooked up to beeping monitors. Finn hated it. He hated seeing him like that. And when the doctor finally left, all he could do was pull the little plastic chair closer to Leo’s bed and lay his head so very gently on the edge of that scratchy hospital sheet, too scared to touch him.

There was a moment of near silence then... Finn sobbed . His heart ached as he looked up at Leo’s pale face. The beep of the monitor so very loud in the silence of the hospital room, a monotone pipe organ accompanying the broken gospel choir of his cries. Distantly Finn heard the click of the door opening but he didn’t look up until he heard a soft little gasp just inside the room. Wiping away the tears burning his cheeks, Finn glanced over to find Logan standing there, the door falling shut behind him.

“Lo,” he said shakily, “you came.”

An unreadable look flickered in Logan’s eyes before he said simply, “Of course I came.”

Finn stood up and took a step towards Logan, “Lo, I- I know things are still...” he didn’t quite know how to complete that thought and his head was too tired to really try, “but I- I need...”

Without hesitation Logan strode forward and pulled Finn into his arms, “Oh Finn, come’ere.”

Another sob wracked his body while they held each other but the feeling of Logan's body, warm and solid, was so very comforting, grounding. The anchor that Finn desperately needed to stop from drifting away in the strong currents of an ocean churning with life altering tidal waves.

Finn sighed at the feeling of Logan’s face buried against his chest, he held him tight, a life line in this horrible horrible storm.

“Have the doctors told you anything yet?” Logan whispered, rubbing his cheek against the soft material of a Finns T shirt, right over his heart.

Sniffling softly Finn shook his head, “No, not yet. Last they told me, they were waiting for the results of his CT, MRI, x ray all that stuff. Umm, they said he was stable and didn’t have a concussion when he was brought in so they gave him something for the pain and... he’s been sleeping ever since.”

Finn finally pulled away from Logan only to look back at Leo’s still form, he sniffled again and wandered back to his hard plastic chair at the side of the bed, all he could do was sit there watching him, waiting. Suddenly, warm arms snaked around him from behind and tightened around his chest.

“He’s gonna be ok baby, he’s gonna be ok,” Logan whispered into his hair.

Finn sighed and turned his face into Logan’s bicep, “you don’t know that.”

“No, I don’t,” he said sadly, “but all that’s left to do is hope. Le’s strong, he’ll be ok. He has to be ok.”

Honestly, Finn wasn’t sure if Logan’s words were intended to comfort him or Logan himself. Either way Finn held on to those words, he let them get stuck in his head until he couldn’t think of a word that wasn’t ‘ he’ll be ok ’ they circled like a prayer in his mind. He wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, Logan’s arms wrapped tight around his chest, his face buried in Finn's hair. But the moment the door clicked open Logan jumped back like he had been scorched, Finn didn’t even have the energy to be hurt by that little action. He stood up when he saw the doctor though, desperately hoping she was bearing good news.

“Alright well...” the doctor started speaking but paused when she caught sight of Logan. “Oh, I’m sorry we haven’t met yet. I'm the physician taking care of Leo here. And you are?”

“I’m um,” Logan started, he opened his mouth to continue speaking but nothing seemed to come out. “I’m their- Um... he’s my- we’re-“ Logan struggled to find the words. Then he looked over at Leo laying still on the hospital bed, he looked into Finn's red rimmed eyes and face swollen from tears and felt something in his heart click into place. Logan took a deep breath and let the words fall from his tongue with conviction, “I’m their soulmate.” Finn inhaled sharply but he didn’t really have time to think about it as the doctor quickly responded.

“Oh! Alright, no problem. I was just coming to tell Finn but of course now you as well, we got the last of the imaging results. The good news is that nothing is broken, it looks like the hyperextension of his neck caused a herniated disc that is now pressing on a nerve. Along with that the impact on the goal post bruised a couple ribs but again nothing is broken. Now for the disc, there are a couple different options of treatment and those I will go over with Leo once the pain meds wear off and he’s a bit more coherent. I don’t like to make promises, but overall I think he’ll be able to make a full recovery.” Finn breathed a sigh of relief, the knots in his stomach loosening for the first time since Leo went down on the ice.

“Um,” Logan said, “when... when do you think he’ll wake up?”

“Honestly, he could wake up at any minute. It’s really just kinda up to his body. But sleep is good for him, helps him heal. So don’t worry that he’s sleeping. Anyway I’ll have a nurse come check on him in a bit.” With that the doctor ducked out of the room leaving it back as just the three of them.

This time Logan settled in the chair while Finn gently bounced on the balls of his feet absentmindedly letting some of his residual anxious energy bleed out. Logan sighed softly, he closed his eyes and pressed the gentlest of kisses to Leo’s knee, one of the few places on his body that wasn’t injured. A shiver ran through Logan’s body as he leaned back in the chair, his hand wandered up to his collarbone to fiddle with his shirt.

“That was the first time I’ve heard you actually say it,” Finn whispered, stepping closer to where Logan sat next to Leo’s bed. “Even... back then, you never actually said the words.”

Logan looked up with a sad little smile, “I know I didn’t,” he let his eyes fall back to Leo. “I know its stupid but a part of me thought that maybe if I didn’t say the words aloud, I could pretend that the feelings inside me weren’t real.” The room fell into silence at Logan’s words, Finn didn’t know what to say.

Luckily he didn’t have to think too hard about it because only a moment later Leo groaned and blinked his eyes open hazily, “Lo?” His voice was rough and gravely and so very tired, “you’re here.”

“Yeah, I’m here Le, I’m here,” he whispered.

“Finnie?” Leo called out weakly.

“Hi Peanut Butter,” Finn sniffled as he stepped closer into Leo’s line of sight.

“No more crying. Ok baby? I’m fine.”

Finn laughed wetly, “How do you know I’ve been crying, you’ve been snoozing this whole time.”

Leo hummed softly, like he wanted to laugh but he was too tired, “cause I know you, ya sap.” Finn chuckled at that. “How’d the game finish?”

Logan sighed and spoke softly, “we lost. But at least the Snakes are gonna be down a couple players for the next few games.”

Leo hummed again, “you fuck ‘em up for me Tremz?”

“Hell fucking yeah I did. Got the bloody knuckles to prove it,” Logan held up his hands and for the first time Finn realized they were littered with little cuts and gashes. “No one touches my goalie and gets away with it.”

“Hmm, your goalie?” Leo asked weakly.

“Yeah, my goalie,” Logan carefully reached out and rested his hand on Leo’s calf.

A little smile pulled at his lips, “your hand’swarm,” Leo’s words began to slur as his eyes fell closed once again, “feels nice.” And with that he was asleep again.

Finn scrounged up another chair somewhere and plopped down next to Logan at Leo’s bedside. For the first time in hours he finally relaxed enough to feel the soreness and fatigue that had set in deep in his bones. Sighing heavily Finn couldn’t stop himself from letting his body wilt to the side and lean onto Logan’s shoulder.

“I’m tired,” he whispered, enjoying the warmth radiating from Logan, “and I have to pee.”

Logan huffed a quiet laugh, “oh my god, then just go.”

He gave Finn a gentle push but he simply shook his head and leaned more heavily onto his shoulder, “Don’t wanna leave him.”

Logan made a sad sound, “Finn,” he reached up and gently patted his cheek, “go take care of yourself. Go to the bathroom, grab some water or coffee. I’ll be here. I’ll be with him. I’m not leaving, either of you.”

A little whine caught in Finn's throat at Logan’s words, closing his eyes he turned and pressed his forehead into the warm muscle of Logan’s shoulder, “thank you.” The soft whisper was almost inaudible, “Lo, thank you for being here... I- I didn’t know how to do this alone.”

“Well,” Logan said, “I guess it’s a good thing you're not alone then. Now go. Go get some air.”

The room felt oddly hollow without Finn there. Without his anxious fidgeting, without the soft sound of his breathing, or his occasional sniffles the room was nothing more than cold. The sterile white walls reminiscent of a concrete mausoleum, a pale crypt to hold the man he had turned away.

God, get a grip on yourself. Leo will be ok. The doctor said he’d be ok . Logan thought, trying to shake away the dark clouds in his mind. He almost wasn’t though, you almost lost him. Logan rested his cheek on the edge of Leo’s mattress and looked up at him all battered and bruised, I don’t ever want to lose him, god, or Finn. I think I might... Logan felt a tingling itching sensation along the collar of his shirt but he ignored it, not wanting to look away from Leo’s sleeping face. Another few minutes passed then the door suddenly clicked open.

“Lo,” Finn said, stepping into the room, coffee cup in hand, “What happened?”

Logan’s brow furrowed in confusion, “What do you mean what happened?”

“You didn’t feel it?” Finn set his cup down and walked closer until he was standing right next to Logan, “ look. ”

He pulled at the hem of his shirt and the waistband of his jeans until he revealed a stunning silver and gold iris etched into his skin. The stem reached down to curl around the names at his hip while the bloom extended upwards onto the side of Finn's torso swirling with the contours of his body. Within each leaf and petal there were tiny delicate galaxies, stars and constellations sparkling against Finns pale skin.

“Your soulmark,” Logan whispered, without even thinking he reached out to trail his fingers up the beautiful image,“it’s finished. How?”

“I- I don’t know, I was on my way back and I felt a tingling on my side and when I looked... It was finished. What were you doing in here?”

“I was just sitting here... thinking... about him. About how scared I was at the thought of losing him, about how I...” Logan looked up at Finn and brought his hand up to his collarbone, “then I felt a tingling on my chest.”

“Lo,” Finn reached out gently brushing his fingers against Logan’s shirt, “can I?”

Logan swallowed hard but nodded, “Yeah,” he said a little breathless.

So very carefully Finn pushed up the soft fabric of his shirt, Logan couldn’t help the way his stomach flexed at the feeling of Finn's fingers soft on his skin. He hadn’t felt his touch in years but it was as warm as if he had never taken his hands off him. It wasn’t more than a moment before Finn was finally pulling Logan’s shirt over his head, chuckling softly as the motion knocked his SnapBack askew. Suddenly his eyes went wide as they locked onto Logan’s collarbone.

“Yours too,” Finn couldn’t stop himself from tracing a finger over the thick silver lines of Logan’s soulmark.

The focal point of the mark was an intricate lion head in delicate gold, strong silver lines framed it in a V shape drawing Finn's eyes down Logan’s pec. The closer he looked the more little details Finn noticed. Within those silver lines were little golden fish as if they were miniature aquariums in his skin. At first Finn thought it was simply golden dot work decorating the edges and negative space of the design but then it hit him, not dots, stars . There were countless delicate golden stars covering Logan’s chest leading up to his clavicle and clustering around his and Leo’s names, thin barely there silver lines traced out constellations.

“It’s beautiful Lo, it fits you,” Finn whispered, still lightly tracing the now completed soulmark making goosebumps rise under his fingers tips.

“Mmh, I don’t understand. Leo and I haven’t...”

“I don’t know, Lo. I- I thought you had to... you know be with your soulmate before the mark would finish. And... not gonna lie, I never thought I’d get to see them completed.”

“Guys,” suddenly Leo’s gruff, groggy voice sounded. Finn and Logan both quickly turned to see that his eyes were open watching them.

“Hey you,” Finn smiled and moved closer, “did we wake you up? I’m so sorry sweetheart.”

“Nah, s’ok. I think the meds are wearing off a bit.”

“Are you in pain? I can go grab the doctor really quick,” Finn said concerned.

“It’s not too bad right now. But I heard you guys talking...”

“Hmm,” Finn hummed softly, “yeah, baby look.” He moved so that his body was more in Leo’s line of sight before raising his shirt again revealing the iris curling up his body, “we don’t really know why but... our marks are finished.”

“I think I know why,” Leo said his voice still a little hazy from his meds and sleep, “it’s not the sex that activate a soulmark. It’s love . Just for so many people by the time they’ve met their soulmate they already have such strong feelings that it manifests during sex. But there are thousands and thousands of people out there probably millions actually that don’t have sex, but they still have soulmates. They still have people to love and who love them just as much, they just find each other with their hearts instead.”

Leo paused for a moment to catch his breath then he let his eyes slide to Logan and a little smile pulled at his lips, “Lo, I told you it’s your choice who you want to love, but... the marks... I can’t help but hope that maybe... maybe you’ve chosen.”

Logan felt a fluttering in his stomach, he had since pulled his shirt back on but he couldn’t resist the urge to reach up and trace the new patterns on his chest that lay just under the fabric.

“Le, my entire life I’ve been terrified of the day I would meet these people the universe had decided would be mine. I was terrified that I would meet you two only to find out that the universe was wrong, that you two would hate me, that you wouldn’t want me.” Finn made a soft little hurt sound beside him but Logan continued.

“Then when I met Finn and I felt just how very deep he actually felt for me that fear changed. I was so scared that if the world was to ever find out that I got such a beautiful love it would rip it from my heart like a weed in soft soil. And I- I didn’t think I could take that. So I ripped it out myself, I walked away from him. And it hurt , it hurt more than I could have possibly imagined. So when I met you Le, I didn’t want to feel that pain again. I couldn't do it again. I cut off the possibility of your love before it could really even be an option. But you . You had to go and be your sweet, caring self and worm your way into my heart anyway.”

Tears had begun collecting in Logan's eyes as he spoke, for the first time in his life he was letting the feeling that he always kept under lock and key flow freely. The words spilled from his mouth as easily as water in a bubbling creek.

“Le, I- I’m still scared. I’m scared of the hatred and the prejudice in this world. Scared that I won’t get to keep your love. But... tonight I felt a fear greater than anything I’d felt before. Fear that I could have lost you entirely, lost you without ever getting to love you.” Logan sniffled and reached out, gently setting his hand on Leo’s leg, “so yes. I am choosing.”

Logan blinked and turned to look up into Finn's beautiful brown eyes, misty from his own tears, “I’m choosing the man I’ve loved since the day I stepped into our dorm room. The man that even though I’ve caused him horrible pain he’s never once turned away from me.” Logan watched large tear drops roll down Finn's cheeks at his words but he wasn’t done yet. Turning back to Leo, he continued, “I am choosing the man that makes me feel like nothing can ever hurt me. I’m choosing the man that held me tight as I shook apart during a storm whispering promises of the coming sunshine. Even though the light shining from his heart was warmer and brighter than the sun itself.”

Taking a deep breath Logan reached out with his other hand to take hold of Finns lacing their fingers together. Then in a soft whisper, “I’m choosing my soulmates. For as long as they’ll have me.”

“Well,” Leo whispered sniffling just a little, “then you better be prepared for forever cause that's how long I’m in this for. What about you, Fish? You still in for forever?”

Finn positively beamed with happiness. The smile splitting his freckled face, still a bit blotchy from tears, filled the entire room with warmth as he sidled up behind Logan and wrapped him up tight in his arms.

He let one hand settle on Logan’s chest, directly over his heart over his mark, “Forever and eternity, Nutter Butter. Forever and eternity.”

Logan’s body relaxed leaning back into Finn's embrace, tension and fear bleeding out of him.

“God, I wish I could kiss you two right now,” Leo sighed sadly.

“When we’re home sweetheart, till none of us can breathe,” Finn replied.

Leo huffed softly, “I’m gonna hold you to that Fish Sticks.”

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Leo’s recovery was actually smoother than any of them thought it would be considering that first emotional night in the hospital. The next day when he was a bit more coherent Leo’s doctor went over some treatment options for his injuries. Ultimately Leo chose surgery. It would return him to the ice the fastest, but even then he would still have several months of physical therapy. A slow arduous process of working his body back to where he was before the hit.

But despite it all Leo was immeasurably grateful to have his soulmates by his side taking every step of the healing process in stride. By the time Leo’s body had healed enough for him to return to practice, the three of them had settled into each other. They had learned how to move together, synchronize their heartbeats to the same rhythm. Touch and be touched, love and be loved. They learned all the little things that drove the others up a wall and they learned the little things that turned them soft as putty in warm hands, ready and willing to molded into a sculpture made of love and care.

Though it seemed like the day would never come it was suddenly time, Leo would be back in the goal for practice tomorrow, and the thought of that filled him with both excited butterflies and squirming anxiety. After spending so much time away from the ice he couldn’t help but think... what if he wasn’t good enough anymore. Hoping to smother his brain Leo flopped face first onto their bed, pulled a pillow over his head, and groaned.

“Le?” Logan’s voice came muffled through the pillow, “you ok baby?” Leo just groaned again, he felt Logan’s weight settle onto the bed beside him and a warm palm on his lower back. “What’s wrong Knutty?” Logan gently ran his hands up the length of his back before sliding back down to knead the tight muscle just above the waistline of his shorts. This time the groan that found its way out Leo’s throat was one of pure pleasure as Logan’s hands worked the tension from his body.

Leo hesitantly pushed the pillow off his head but left his face buried in their bedsheets, “what if I can’t do it Lo?”

“Hmm, do what? Play?” Leo nodded and melted further into the bed under Logan’s touch.

“Sweetheart, hockey is in your very bones. I’ll take more than a couple months away to change that, and the second your skates hit the ice all this worry will melt away you’ll see.”

Leo sighed softly; it was always so very hard to stay worried when one of his soulmates was touching him. Logan leaned forward and began pressing soft loving kisses down the length of Leo’s spine. Since that night in the hospital he had stopped covering the names in his skin and instead wore them proudly. The feeling of Logan’s lips softly kissing each letter first in Finns name then his own working his way steadily down each vertebrae in his spine made Leo’s breath catch.

“Le, have I ever told you how much I love your soulmark?” Logan hummed when he had kissed all the way down to Leo’s waistline.

Leo huffed a laugh somewhat breathy from the way Logan was touching him. “Baby, I think you tell me every time I take my shirt off.”

Leo felt his partner's lips pull into a smile as he pressed yet another kiss into his skin, “that’s cause it’s stunning.”

The first time Finn and Logan saw Leo’s completed soulmark they had both been shocked at the beautifully intricate design that stretched all the way from the top of his neck to the base of his spine and spanned the entire width of his back. Silver wings stretched over his shoulder blades, each individual feather was tipped in gold that dripped down his back leading into golden chains. Attached to each chain hung a unique charm, a fleur de lis, a music note, a book, a pair of glasses. Down on his lower back one of the silver gold tipped feathers from his wings had drifted down to land next to a silver inkwell filled with golden ink; the tip had shifted to that of a traditional quill. Lastly, throughout the center of the mark golden stars were clustered along the entire length of Leo’s spine most heavily around his soulmate's names.

Finn had been the first to move, he reached out and trailed his fingers up Leo’s spine careful to avoid the still fresh injury. He breathed in a little shakily and leaned in to press a careful kiss to Leo’s shoulder.

“Sweetheart,” he whispered, “we’re written in the stars in your skin. I guess that means the three of us are destined to burn bright as the sun.” Leo smiled at the memory and pressed back a little into Logan’s warm hands still sliding against his skin but now simply tracing the shimmering lines of his mark.

“And what are you two doing in here?” Finn's voice sounded from the doorway, Leo heard the pad of his footsteps approach the bed and felt the dip of the mattress as he sat down. “Hmm, we loving on Knutty tonight?” Leo turned a bit to see that Finn had settled himself behind Logan, wrapped his arms around his waist, and was steadily sucking kisses up the length of his neck.

Logan sighed and leaned into Finn's chest, “Hmm, Le was just feeling a bit tense about tomorrow.”

Finn looked from where he was kissing Logan, “Don’t worry Nutter Butter, you’re gonna kill it tomorrow.”

Leo chuckled softly and turned over to look at them fully, Finn had his chin resting on Logan’s shoulder. He felt such a warmth settle in his stomach at the sight of them like that, his soulmates all love and support, for him and for each other.

“God I love you guys,” he said, feeling like his heart might burst.

“Love you too Peanut Butter,” Finn said, nuzzling his face into Logan’s neck.

Logan’s smile was warm and sweet as sugar cookies fresh from the oven as he whispered, “I love you Le, forever.”

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maurine07 · 3 years

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So today is fanfic writers’ appreciation day (thank you to @openheartfanfics for reminding us of that) and I just wanted to log in for a bit to show some writers my love because y’all are the backbone of our society. Without you, we would’ve all been miserable. So I’m just going to tag some of the writers that come to mind and while I would love to tag each and every single one of you but I’ll probably forget someone so I’m really sorry for that. You are all super talented and I’m in awe of each one of you beautiful people.

@terrm9 Terr, darling, I could write an entire book about how amazing your writing is and how much I love it. You’re an incredible writer and person. The writing style is so beautiful and unique and simply ethereal and I’m so in love with it. Every single time I read a fic of yours, no matter how many times I did, I always marvel at how one can possess so much talent. There is not one trope that you cannot write. How you write the characters, their emotions, you always know the characters and how they think, they would act so well, it’s insane, how you describe everything, the surroundings, what the person is doing, everything is always so perfect. Your mimi series The Couple & The Others is one of my favorites and it's comforting to me, it makes me feel at home. Cieli di Toscana is also a favorite of mine. I love everything about that fic so much. I also love your ch. 11 rewrite with the prompts "There are people who love you" and "Give me a hug, please". I adore the hurt/comfort in those two. The angst is just ugh- it's so good, way too good and it destroys me. As well as A thousand moons, a thousand waves, goodness that fic is just pure and utter perfection, I have no words to describe it. And How much mystery, this love of mine...wow. Seriously wow, I still haven't recovered from how amazing it was. It's so beautiful, they say they're so soft and tender with each other, it's perfect, so perfect. And of course, your you give it to me anyway series is one of the best things I've ever read and I have reread it so many times to the point where I'm not even sure it's healthy. I love it, I love it, I love it, more than words can say. And your OCs, Chiara, Lina, the Ray family, you always know how to make them feel so real. You are truly so magnificent and I just love you and everything you do<3333

@jamespotterthefirst Bree! God, where do I even start? Everything you do is out of this world. Other than the fact that you're extremely kind and funny, you're so wonderfully talented and I love you. The dynamics between Lilac and Ethan are everything, EVERYTHING I TELL YOU. I love how you include the gang as much as you do and how you write them. And while I absolutely love every single fic you write, For A Long Time Now and Most Beautiful will always have a special place in my heart. And I don't think I have to tell you how much I love Lilac. I adore that woman with my entire heart. She's amazing and I would do anything she asks me to. Thank you for creating her and just got being such an incredible part of this fandom❤

@writer-ish Kat, your writing is so stunning. Like, everything about it is so amazing. The way you write Brooke and Ethan, their banter, Brooke's sass, your smut, just everything is pure perfection. I love everything you write but makai is just something else. I especially love B&E in it for some reason, just them being so in love and soft with each other. And you know how much I love Brooke. I would choose her over Ethan any day. She's just incredible and Ethan should worship her like the goddess she is, period😌

@the-pale-goddess Hilde, my angst and smut Queen, there are no words, absolutely none, to describe how much I love your writing. Ma'am, is there anything you can't do? (Other than not break our heart further, of course. One of these days you're gonna need to pay for my therapy. I cannot count the amount of times I was like: I'm feeling pretty happy today. Let me go to Hilde's masterlist and break my own heart. I actually do that so many times, it's pretty concerning.) I'm so in awe of everything you do, your angst? Unmatched. Your smut? So freaking hot. Your fluff? Makes my heart melt. Running to the Edge of the World and (as much as I shouldn't be admitting this in public but) Cabin Fever are just amazing, AMAZING. Puncture Wound is also one of my favorites of yours, the angst, the longing. God, it's so perfect. Conquest is superior to anything, everything and everyone. And of course, Contaminated. That fic breaks my heart yet I read so often that I almost know it by heart. I love LOVE Ethan and Tiffany's relationship even if I am a bit jealous of Ethan. They're the OTP, period. And um... Can I please have Miss Addams' hand in marriage? Like, you can call me Pietro mf Maximoff because I will take a bullet for her. I may also have some unresolved trauma and mommy issues but I promise, I will not make her wait two years just to commit or run to the Amazon and sleep with a coworker. She's my Virgo Queen and I'm so in love with her. The point is, your writing is perfect and I love it so much❤❤❤

@monsoonblooms12 Manamee, you beautiful soul, we don't deserve you and your mind blowing talent. Everything you write is just beautiful and my mind cannot process how you do it. Your fics, your edits, your moodboards, there is nothing you're not good at. And you're such a wonderful person and it makes me want to cry sometimes. I love you, darling❤❤

@blossomanarchy I read your meet my MC posts (and I will get to reblogging those later. I have them in my drafts. I just don't really have any energy at the moment.) and I love Amelia so much. She's already one of absolute favorite MCs. I truly look forward to your fic (if you ever decide to post it, I will be eagerly waiting for it and I have no doubt it will be magnificent) And your moodboards are absolutely stunning. I could stare at them for hours, hell, even the rest of my life. They're so freaking pretty!!💗💗

@takemyopenheart Avy, you're so freaking talented and I love your writing super much. Luz is amazing and I love her more than words can say. I adore her relationship with Ethan so much. Your fluff is god-tier and your smut is just *chef's kiss* as well as your angst. Yours were some of the first fics I read for OH and I still love them just as much as the first time I read them if not more.💕💕

@mvalentine Mal, goodness, you are a godsend to this fandom. I cannot, for the life of me, find the words to properly describe how freaking amazing your writing is. Lana is a Queen and I'm in love with everything about her. Like, I need her to reject me so I can move on already. I love the way you write L&E. They're such an amazing couple and they have my whole heart (also, ngl, I miss them like crazy). Hold On To Me makes me sob every time I read it and it was heaven a moment ago is one of the most beautiful things I have ever read in my life, the sheer beauty of it, it's poetry. You're incredible, my dear and your writing is so beautiful.<333

@genevievemd Sara, from the minute I read your first fic, I knew you were an incredible writer and I was so right. I love everything about your writing, everything. G&E are couple goals and I love them so much. Your angst kills me every single time. Like, you seriously need to stop hurting me so much, I can't take it anymore. But seriously, you're extremely talented and I love you❤❤

@stygianflood Hiya, I just spent a good five minutes trying to come up with any words to describe how freaking beautiful and otherworldly your writing is and I couldn't find any because it's truly undescribable, in the best way possible. Like the Shoreline and the Sea and Bridge over Troubled Water always bring me an immense amount of comfort. They feel like a warm hug even though they hurt. I've binged your masterlist so many times and I still can't process how you're so talented.❤❤❤

@anntoldst0ries Ann, my love, I don't know how to put into words how much I adore you and your writing. It's freaking poetry. It's so smooth. Like I could be reading one of your fics and I come across a line that is just so utterly beautiful and I'm just like: how?? How can one be so talented and come up with such beautiful lines? Lost in Translation is one of those fics that I cannot process because it's so incredible, it's so unbelievable how you manage to capture Ethan's character and thoughts and emotions so well. Coda is just perfection, girl, your smut is so good. And as much as I love all your fics, Shinrin-Yoku will always be my favorite. I love how you write about Noelle's metal health. It makes her feel so real and I really do appreciate that fic so much. You're incredible and your writing is just so magical and I will forever be so in awe of you.💗💗💗

@gryffindordaughterofathena Dri, god, I have no clue how you do it but you always manage to leave speechless and awestruck by your writing. It's so poetic and beautiful and I love everything about it. The way you write the characters and their emotional will always make me so damn emotional. You're just so brilliant and I love all your work so much.❤❤

@starrystarrytrouble All hail Queen Ruby, our savior from the nightmare that was OH3 canon. I know you're not here these days but I just wanted you to know that I appreciate you and all the work you've put into this fandom so much. You're so so incredibly talented. E&E are god-tier and I love them so much, more than I can put into words. Secret is one of my favorites mainly because I'm a sucker for enemies to lovers but also because I love E&E in that fic so much. Also, Anonymous! That fic is everything, I love it so much. And Eve is just amazing. I love everything you create and I miss you💕💕💕

@writinghereandthere Ana, I know we haven’t interacted before and that I haven’t reblogged any of your fics before but I seriously love your writing so so much. I’ve read and reread your masterlist more times than I could count and every single time, I was left more in awe of you than the last. Your writing style is just so beautiful and so magnetic. Like, if anyone interrupts me while I’m reading one of your fics, they can say bye bye to the world. Your do you fear death? series is just something else. It’s so out of this world. Fourteen Hours is amazing, it was the first fic I read of yours and it made me fall in love with your writing, the first I read it, I immediately loved it so much. I love how you write Mariana and Ethan so much, they’re everything. And I'm so in love with Mariana. God, she's so perfect! And Two Days breaks my heart every time I read it but it’s one of my comfort fics. More Than A Drawer is also a favorite of mine. I love the domesticity of it so much. And Golden! God, that fic! How the hell did you write that?? It’s so fucking brilliant and I don’t have the right words to describe it. Also!! Finer Things is one of the best things I have ever read. I am an absolute whore for Harper Emery and that masterpiece just increased that. It’s so magnificent! You’re just so freaking incredible and I will always wonder how you’re so so talented❤️❤️

I'm pretty sure I forgot some amazingly talented people and I'm so sorry for that, truly. Your fics have always been a source of comfort to me. During some of the worst times in my life, I would always find happiness and comfort in your beautiful creations. Hope all of you are having a great day and I hope you know how truly appreciated you are💕💕💕💕

#you know what? everyday should be fanfic writers appreciation day #y'all are the best #thank you for everything you do!

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soldouthaz · 3 years

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hey all! it’s nearly the end of the year now and it’s time to finish the list of my favorite 2020 fics! (you can find part i of this rec here !) I can’t thank these authors and anyone else who published things this year enough. it’s been many long months where a distraction was much needed, and we got such amazing content for FREE. being able to escape into another world for even just a few minutes right now is priceless.

to everyone who wrote something, read something, or simply made it through this year, kudos to you! wishing everyone a much more relaxing 2021 with even more amazing fics to come. :) thank you guys for everything – happy holidays & new year, and happy reading!

there were so many good ones out this year and there’s no way I can include all of them, but I enjoyed so many more than just the ones on this list! the ones I picked just stood out to me for some reason based on how I was feeling or what I was going through at the time, and they all helped me in some way or another. :) not to mention, I am sooo behind on recent fics and most of the blff, so I will be making more recs slowly into the new year as well!

quick disclaimer! as with every time I put these together, this list is based on my own opinions and features a variety of different kinds of fics and tropes. I include the info next to them for a reason! please stick to your own preferences and leave any hate out of your choices. that being said, if you enjoy any of these, please leave the author a kudos, comment, or send them a message to let them know you liked it!

okay, in no particular order!:

a place with skeletons by @crazyupsetter / whoknows   E | 50k | b!L | veela!Louis

“I would choose anyone other than you,” Louis says, picking up his train of thought again. He feels a lot more cornered and defensive when they’re in Harry’s house, for some reason.

It doesn’t really make sense, considering that this time, Louis was the one who couldn’t hack it any longer. He broke first. There’s something about being in Harry’s space, though, the green and earthy feeling of it. It should feel like open space with all the plants, but Louis has never felt more claustrophobic than he does when he’s here. Harry’s chest moves against his back, a sharp intake of air.

Before he can open his mouth to defend himself, Louis keeps going, “If I had a choice in any of this, I would have been saved by that elderly security guard over you. I wouldn’t mind having to have the occasional cuddle with her.”

even the best laid plans by @falsegoodnight  E | 25k | b!L | uni au

Louis wants to have sex with someone and decides Harry is the perfect alpha for the job.

runaway darling by @solvetheminourdreams  E | 26k | no smut | wedding au

An AU where Louis hates weddings, Harry loves them, and together they help a bride skip hers.

three days in february by @mercurial-madhouse / writing_practice   E | 187k | b!L | magical realism

Louis is cursed after a night out with the lads and the five have just three days to figure out what happened and how to break it before Harry and Louis both lose their sanity and maybe something more. Louis can hear everything Harry thinks and Harry isn’t sure he can keep his feelings for Louis a secret from his own mind.

a springtime’s wilt, an autumn’s bloom by snowcaplou E | 20k | b!L | abo

Harry is Louis' personal chauffeur, and although he hides his feelings for his boss behind a wall of rigid professionalism, Louis still manages to squeeze through the cracks.

just a flicker in the dark by @falsegoodnight   E | 57k | b!L | witch!Louis

Louis is a struggling witch desperate to prove himself after yet another magic disaster and finds a calling in the haunted house of client Niall Horan. Things get more complicated when he’s assigned a case partner: acclaimed medium and ex-boyfriend, Harry Styles.

terror of surrender by @loubellies  E | 31k | b!L | yoga instructor!H

Louis is a recent divorcee with a new favorite yoga teacher, Harry.

loving you’s a bloodsport by @rosesau  M | 106k | no graphic smut | royalty au

harry is a bratty prince, louis is a guard who works in his palace, and niall is the only one who’s got his life in control.

spoonful of sugar by @zanniscaramouche (check out this part too!)  E | 43k | b!L | mob boss!Harry

Louis Tomlinson cares for his family above all else, a fact that’s led him on a twisted path peddling drugs to support them. Just as he’s made the decision to jump ship, Louis gets snared between the two largest crime syndicates in the city. To keep his family safe he’s forced to trust the man that failed to keep his promise two years ago, the resident drug lord he’s unknowingly been working for, Harry Styles.

quiet people have the loudest minds by @2tiedships2  M | 38k | referenced b!L | abo

The one where Louis is a nonverbal omega who has accepted the fact that he will never find an alpha that will treat him as an equal. On the other hand, he’s never met anyone like Harry.

works like a charm by @falsegoodnight  E | 18k | b!L | Hogwarts au

Ever since Louis joined the team in fifth year, a few facts have become set in stone.

One: Louis is the best chaser in Hogwarts.

Two: Harry is the best beater in Hogwarts.

Three: They do not get along.

So it’s really unfair of Liam to think that forcing them to spend time together as Louis recovers from his injury will make them the best of friends. The last thing Louis would do is get along with that git.

show you the stars in the daylight by @yvesaintlourent / bruisedhoney  E | 13k | b!L | friends to lovers

The one where Louis has a type and at sixteen and scrawy, it’s definitely not his best friend’s little brother Harry…ten years later, he changes his mind.

in a sea of mist by @tomlinvelvetfics  E | 126k | b!L | mythology au

A Greek Mythology/Camp Half-Blood AU where Harry is lost, the road to peace is a wretched one, and somehow, through a mist of confusion and regrets, Louis seems to be the only thing that makes sense and everything Harry needs.

confessions of a fabricated alpha by @jaerie  E | 18k | b!H/b!L mention | abo

famous alpha Harry Styles has a secret and paying an alpha to roleplay a relationship with him over the phone is the only way he can be himself.

take my whole life too by @goodmorninglou  E | 24k | b!L | d/s elements | WIP

Louis knows three things, at the base of it all.

He likes when Harry hurts him. He doesn’t know why, not really, but he knows that he likes it. Likes giving up control, likes feeling small and taken care of, likes being praised for taking whatever Harry gives him for as long as he gives it. He and Harry are meant to be. No matter what time they finally fall together, what day, what age, what place, the moment that they do, that’ll be it. It’s going to be them against everyone else, hand in hand for the rest of their lives. That’s been a given since they met. The half of Louis’ soul that’s missing is Harry’s.

And, sans those two things, he doesn’t really know much of anything at all.

sweet like honey by @falsegoodnight  E | 33k | b!L | amateur porn au

Harry and Louis need money and they find an unconventional solution in the form of PornHub. It’s not supposed to be a big deal.

a few rereads posted from before this year that I enjoyed again!

the case of the (definitely not haunted) styles mansion by briamaria  E | 40k | b!H | nancy drew au

the Nancy Drew AU where Marcel is a man of logic, Louis is a private detective who believes in ghosts, and the Styles Mansion is definitely, absolutely, positively *not* haunted.

canyon moon by @eeveelou  E | 40k | b!L | abo

For as long as Louis has remembered, he has been promised to be mated to Harry, his best friend and the future pack alpha. But Louis’s heart belonged to the forest and to the hunt more than he could ever imagine it belonging to Harry. Then Harry’s father dies in a violent accident, and Louis’s future alpha disappears on the wind.

An A/B/O Lion King AU

lemon eyes by @turnyourankle  E | 50k | b!H | abo

It’s not proper for omegas to mess around with alphas before finding their bondmate. But Harry doesn’t give a damn what’s proper and fully intends on getting as much experience as he can before even trying to find one. As far as he’s concerned, the right alpha won’t care, and he’ll have some fun on the way. And who better to start with than Louis Tomlinson, the alpha with the worst reputation on campus?

all this delusion in our heads by snowcaplou   E | 15k | b!L | exes to lovers

After Harry and Louis break up, they cope with it in very different ways. What will happen when Harry keeps calling his ex over when things go wrong in his life, but Louis just can’t take it anymore?

the way the storms blow by @rbbsbb  E | 21k | b!L | roommates au

Louis doesn’t have a habit of thinking about Harry’s dick.

That would be weird, seeing as they’re best mates, and they share a flat, and they’ve spent holidays at each other’s family homes.

Their friendship hasn’t ever risen to a point where Louis should want to see his mate’s dick, and he’s happy to keep it that way. Except, all that Louis can think about is exactly that. The size of it. The shape. The amount of people it’s been in.

Maybe it’s the tequila talking, or the fact that Louis’ just recently walked in to an eyeful of Harry taking turns on some slags that he’s never seen before, but. Louis’ mind can’t stop obsessing over the idea.

and a few more recs from some other fandoms for anyone who might be interested! (feel free to rec me some more if you know of any!)

burning the ground by lq_traintracks (drarry)  E | 10k | b!draco | abo

“Strap him down,” someone said, and Harry felt the rage thicken inside him – the viscous fear. Magical bindings pulled taut around his wrists … He felt a wand touch his arm and then a sharp bite as something punctured the skin, and a sweet, cool tonic rushed his veins. His breathing slowed. His eyelids drooped. The ceiling went grey and dark. And then he heard a woman’s voice sigh, “Someone, get Healer Malfoy.”

every step you take by nokomis (sterek)   E | 50k | light b!Stiles | abo

Stiles accidentally ends up magically bound to Derek. It’s super.

alright, I think that’s it for this rec! as always, please let me know if i’ve tagged anything incorrectly or if you’d like to be untagged from something!

and like I said before, I am wayyy behind on reading for these last few months and I need to catch up. when I do, I’ll definitely make some more recs into the new year!

I just want to say another thank you to anyone who wrote or read or created or just existed this year. it’s been hard on us all but having this outlet definitely made it easier. I can’t wait to see what else is published next year! happy reading everyone, and happy new year! :)

#okay trying to post this for the second time around!#fingers crossed!#y'all let me know if anything is messed up please!#fic recs #my fic recs #about me #2020

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CONGRATULATIONS ON HITTING 100K WORDS PUBLISHED!!!!!

I am so stinking proud of you, because you’re amazing and you’ve written almost 100k burzek words?? That’s an extra 100k that wasn’t in this fandom before. That nobody had read. Of scenarios and storylines and beautiful prose that you did.

I was going to try do a “rank your fics” thing, but then I realised like…I have a top three and then everything else moves around depending on my mood. So I’m telling you my top three.

Number one is, as always, Contentedness. I love this fic so so much. I believe it was the first appearance of Ally (whose now my favourite ever original character and sorry not sorry I’ve stolen her multiple times but HOW COULD I NOT???). This fic just…its the epitome of soft burzek for me. Of burzek loving each other and working through their issues and deciding that their love is worth continuing on with. Is worth going through the hardships. It’s worth it all. Plus the teasing Antonio and him not realising Ally is Adam’s daughter! And that beautiful moment of Kim remembering that she had to tell Voight she and Adam were sleeping together (I can never forget it that line is EMBOSSED INTO MY SOUL). And “I’m talking about my granddaughter, not her father.” From Trudy. This was the moment honorary Grandmother!Trudy was born and she will never leave my soul. Ever.

Two and three I keep tossing up which goes first, and honestly if I wrote this tomorrow I’d probably have a different two and three. But number two right now is family we chose. I just…it’s everything. The nails. The love confession. MAKAYLA AND THE BADGE AROUND HER NECK. All of it. The gentle way they talk to her and explain about Kim. Not glossing over that everything is Not Ok between Kevin and Adam (not that you ever would), and the moment Kim just holds onto her family because she’s survived and they’re there and she loves them so damn much and they love her. It’s…I cry every time. Every. Single. Time.

Three is something’s gone terribly wrong. I remember the day you came up with it, and I just went back through our messages and found the one where I worked out (from no clues) what the twist would be and why Adam was missing. We knew the braincell was a thing anyway, but I think that just cemented our knowledge of its genius. But this fic…this stupid, amazing, awe inspiring fic. I love it so much. Like so incredibly much. (AND HOW IS IT TWO MONTHS OLD ALREADY????) It’s just…it has everything. Suspense, Al’s POV (that you write so well), that moment where Kim has to tell Al that they had sex that morning and oh god I could feel the cringe and embarrassment through the page. Bob being an ass. Voight being protective, AL being protective. Antonio listening to Kim and realising she’s right and getting the information out of Bob. Roman bashing. Kim standing up for herself and telling Trudy she can’t work with him anymore. AND THEN SHE GETS OFFERED INTELLIGENCE AND SHE DESERVES IT. That moment is so gorgeous. And Al turning up at the end and telling Adam he’d have kept the secret? Inviting them for dinner? Ugh it’s EVERYTHING. ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING.

Like…this was so hard and I was going through your fic list and every single one I was like “I LOVE IT” and I could have written lines about every single one. But I think you’d have killed me. But, y’know, duty. Love you, and I can’t wait for the next hundred thousand published words. Folks, you have no idea what Ree’s gonna hit us with.

Not me SOBBING MY HEART OUT AT THIS AGAIN 😭😭😭 I'm questioning if I'll be able to answer this, with how much it reduces me to (happy, ofc) tears each and every time I read over it.

Your pride in me over hitting 100k posted means so so much to me. You're literally my number one cheerleader and as I've said to you so many times, I never would've even gotten close to this amount if it wasn't for you!!! I love you so much and thank you for supporting and encouraging all my most ridiculous ideas.

Now for y'all-- I could've guessed what Cíara's top three of my fics are bc they never hesitate to rave about them and just...so many days they'll be like "oh I reread [this] again and I love it" and I'll cry bc that's the best thing you can tell me.

To respond to your lovely, lovely words now: Cíara, I will be forever overjoyed and amazed how much you love contentedness. You know how I feel about it, that there's that disconnect to it, even though it has some of my favourite lines in it. And my fics are my children, and I feel bad that I can't love that fic as much as I'd like, but I don't feel as bad knowing it gets so much love from you.

And yes!!!! That is the first appearance of Ally!! And I'm going to take this time to express just how much I LOVE THAT YOU LOVE ALLY!! Like the fact that she's your favourite oc and the fact that you've literally stolen her so many times,,,,, it makes me so happy. Like so overwhelmingly happy bc I love her and ugh. Just-- all the feels. Thank you for loving what my brain comes up with and making me not feel so weird for making who Burzek's baby would be.

And I just love love love that you love Kim remembering telling Voight and all that awkwardness. It's one of my first and favourite thoughts I ever made for Burzek and I can't wait until I finally write the scene, not only because that'll mean I'm writing my s7 fix it but so you can have another scene of that to love like you love that line.

I love honorary grandmother!Trudy (or, how she says it in second chances, just grandmother Trudy, their her grandkids blood or not) and I'm so happy you do too.

Family we chose is, I think, one of my favourite fics I've ever wrote. I love all my fics but this one... I love it so much. It was born out of just one (1) photo of Paddy with painted nails and us two screaming about it together and I just... I love it. And I love LOVE that you do too, and all the moments you love about it-- like the badge scene. It's just,,,, it's overwhelming to think about how much I love this fic and that you love it just as much bc that's just incredible and I never thought anyone could love my writing as much as you do.

HOW IS SOMETHING'S GONE TERRIBLY WRONG ALREADY TWO MONTHS OLD????? It feels like only like,,, two weeks ago I was writing it. It never fails to make me laugh and be so in awe that this came out of me being tipsy and then telling you my stupid tipsy ideas. It is my longest, most cohesive fic with some of my all-time favourite scenes and it was made just because I drunkenly laughed at the thought of Kim having to tell Al that she was dating Adam-- and, ofc, the sex moment.

And all the scenes you mentioned... I love it so much and I'm so happy and will never stop being so happy that you love it too. And I'll forever associate it with the moment that we got confirmation, beyond reasonable doubt, that we share a Braincell. The way you just guessed the Bob bits... It's so incredible and I'm so happy we share a braincell.

This ask made me so emotional and teary and I just-- I love you so so much. You are such an incredible person and I'm so happy that I know you. And look-- you made me talk about loving my writing, you made me celebrate!!!! I love that you always, so fiercely and caringly, encourage me to love what I've created, to never be ashamed and put down the ridiculous ideas I come up with, that you tell me that my ideas are self indulgent but that's exactly why I should write them.

And finally, I love how excited you are for all the ideas to come. FILB and FSK and undercover Adam and the Angst monster fic, and Sean Roman is abusive, and Bloodtypes and skater!au and after highschool!au and my many WS!As and all the others that doesn't yet have names.

I love how I come to you with silly ideas, sometimes just so vague-- like with co parents Burzek-- and you just help me grow and nurture them. Without judgement, and with such enthusiasm, even when it comes from my ridiculous tipsy mind.

I never could've gotten here without you, and I won't get to 200k without you, and I'm so happy that you're cheerleading me and just being my friend. I love you so, so much and thank you so much for this and being in my corner, for being the other half of my brain, my writing buddy.

#reese's asks #Cíara tag #I'm SOBBING #this.... I'm so soft rn #and emotional #i love you so much Cíara you are the BEST #(spiral. duty. argument)

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daisylincs · 3 years

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Today is, officially, the last day of 2020 - so it's literally just in time that I'm getting to @aosrecweek's amazing challenge. But that does go to show the nature of this crazy year a little bit, right? Time has just been INSANE, and I honestly cannot believe it's so close to over.

That said, I want to put it out there that everyone - absolutely everyone - who created something in this mad year, is a SUPERHERO. Like. We could have hidden away in dark corners, curled into little balls, and lost touch with our creativity entirely - but instead, we made some of the most fantastic content I have ever seen. And, excuse the language, but that is fucking amazing, of each and every single one of us. We're bloody INCREDIBLE, you guys. We really are.

Now, the rules of this challenge dictate that I've got to start with some of my own things, then repeat with the same number of creations by other people. So I'm going to do that, and I apologise for the sheer length (and self-plug-iness) of what is about to follow - but, bloody incredible, remember? I really mean that. 💜💜💜

My Own:

you could call me babe for the weekend - 19k of Spideychelle being oblivious, mutually pining IDIOTS while being snowed in. And, you know, fake dating. (This thing was SO MUCH FUN to write and though, yeah, it got completely out of control, as evidenced by the 19k, I still really love it.)

'tis the damn season - my first attempt at writing a multi-chap, and, yeah, it only has one chapter as of now, but I really love said chapter. Basically, it's Daisy and Mackelena being friends, and honestly just the BEST friends - I adore the style I managed to achieve in this thing. Plus, the Skimmons I have planned up next is going to be da bomb.

the closest thing - Philindaisy plus fake family. Also; amusement parks. And for a fangirl like me - well, it was pretty much a dream come true to write!

oh valley of plenty - in this fic, I basically told myself, so AoS won't give us Huntingbird in the finale? Fine. I'll just do it myself then - in the fluffiest way possible. And that's exactly what I did - making them, and their kids, be best friends in Perthshire.

maybe life should be about more - a very angsty Skimmons and Daisy-centric AU, focusing on the internalised homophobia Daisy has experienced through her life, and shaking it off (and eventually, y'know, getting together with Jemma.)

and it's dark in a cold december (but i've got you to keep me warm) - Fitzsimmons just make such a supreme pairing for hurt/comfort, what with how insanely well they understand each other and care about each other, so I'm really glad for the Fitzsimmons Secret Santa giving me the chance to write this! Basically, this follows our science duo through a stressful mission on Christmas Eve (so yes, it's a mission fic!!) and realising that the two of them can do anything together.

july second - ahhh, one of my personal favourites to write! Daisy birthday surprise fluff will always be top-notch for me, especially for all the team-as-family fluff you can add in, especially especially that this is set in Staticquake times! Also, it's from Hunter's point of view, which will forever be the most insanely fun thing to write, I do think.

i just wanna be with you - man, I'm such a big royal fan, so getting the chance to write a modern royalty AU for my OTP was nothing short of amazing!! This is Princess Daisy and her fiancée Lincoln Campbell at their official engagement interview

see the line where the skye meets the sea - shameless season 1 bby Bus Kids fluff, featuring movie nights, singalongs and... so much fluff your teeth will rot. Also I'm really freaking proud of the pun in the title okay

'cause all that you are is all that i'll ever need - Huntingbird waking up together fluff (because, fight me, Huntingbird in their sweet moments is one of the sweetest things you will ever get to read or write.) This is also my, fluffy, take on the origin of the Franny's Saloon keychain.

we love you, we love you (and we hope you love we too) - aha, my first polyship fic! Also my first try at some actually fancy HTML formatting (forever thanks to Kat for explaining.) Both of these things combined to form a fic that even I think is ridiculously fluffy and funny, and kinda amazing, at that.

and man I don't know where the time goes (but it sure goes fast like that) - Another Bus Kids movie night fic, but this one set post-season 7, and reflecting on how far they've come. A little bit more hurt/comfort-y than it's pure fluff prequel, but still super fluffy and soft. And, of course, with a happy ending.

she shares my dreams, i hope that someday, i'll share her home - snowy Fitzsimmons fluff, complete with them falling in love at the Winter Olympics, as you do.

then you walked in and my heart went boom - 16k of Dekesy for the wife, and remarkable for that, because literally a month ago from this, I hated Dekesy with my entire soul. Then I started reading Kat's fics, and, well, fell in love with them... so much so that I wrote sixteen thousand words of enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, bed sharing holiday fluff for them.

a love like that - a Fitzsimmons Cinderella AU, featuring my two favourite science babies, in true science bby style, falling in love over science and how stupid the whole courting thing is. Also, Daisy makes a brief appearance, and she's the freaking best.

ever after - ah, probably the one single fic I'm proudest of. A post-season 7 Daisy character study focusing on her emotional rollercoaster re: losing her family/things never being the same again, which just achieves... an emotional level that I have never managed to replicate again. I was full-on sobbing while writing it, and, guys, it also part-holds the Closest To Making Kat Cry prize.

blue - Daisy character study spanning snapshots of seven seasons, and before - but tied together by something blue in every moment. Researching for this, and finding all the blue moments, was very interesting, and immensely satisfying, especially since all the moments where a little bit of blue was present actually combine to chronicle Daisy's journey on the show remarkably well.

who is that girl I see - the one time I decided to write straight angst, and straight angst with no happy ending. Melinda May post-Bahrain, folks.

take my hand, take my whole life too - aww, the first thing I wrote that I really and truly loved. A Staticquake and Fitzsimmons Actors AU, featuring a proposal on set and INCREDIBLE amounts of fluff and softness.

hold out your hand, 'cause friends will be friends - the wife's favourite, and, as second fics go, pretty damn good, if I do say so myself. It's a Soulmates AU for Staticquake and Mackelena, with the focus being on DaisyMack friendship, and lots of denial, angst, and guilt about finding their soulmates. (They figure it out eventually, don't worry - it's me, of course I made them happy.)

Fitzsimmons + Fake Dating moodboard - Fake dating will always be FAB, and picturing it out in a moodboard - especially for my clueless bby best friends in love - was the best, and super satisfying.

Staticquake + Orange moodboard - One of the cooler ideas I had for Trick or Treat (which I still have not finished, heaven help me) was to make a series of moodboards for my OTP plus different colours. This orange one is just so light, and cheerful, and happy, and honestly I kinda adore it.

This Philindaisy + Family Moodboard - making moodboards can be insanely frustrating when you just can't find the photo that fits exactly right. With this one, however, I found all the pics I needed pretty insanely fast, and, better, the whole thing just worked, and really nicely so, too.

This Bus Kids + Baking Cookies moodboard - there's absolutely NO faults to be found with tiny, adorable Skye, Fitz and Jemma concocting choc chip cookies - but I'm actually doing a tiny cheat here, because, cute as my moodboard here is, the accompanying fic by my love @eowima is the SWEETEST and best thing you could ever wish for!!!

This Daisy Johnson Appreciation Week Photoset - Day 3 of Daisy Johnson Appreciation Week focused on an emotion, and I picked confidence and power, because honestly, it's nothing short of amazing how confident and powerful our gorgeous girl has become.

This Daisy Johnson Appreciation Week Photoset - One of the times I wish I could gif, because this quote about struggling though never giving up just suits Daisy perfectly. The photos I found are cool, though, and I mean, it's Daisy, so that's already absolutely fabulous.

Other People's:

I managed to find twenty-six of my own things that I liked enough to put up there (because, yes, I'm that big a dork, 26 things for me being 26 is the way to go :D) Anyway, now that gives me the amazing chance to spotlight twenty-six of my favourite creations by my FANTASTIC mutuals! 😍

To start, my wife - Kat said I couldn't put everything she's ever written on here, so, ugh, I guess I'll just do my top five then. *grumbling* Everything by Kat is on here in spirit, though!!

Chasing Cars (even after the story ends) by @aleksandrachaev - the epic Dekesy roadtrip AU and incredible Daisy character study itself, which, I do believe, finishes today!! Words aren't enough to describe how freaking AMAZING this thing is, or how spectacularly well characterised. Just: if you haven't read this yet, you are missing out. You will laugh, you will groan, you will want to wrap Daisy in a very tight hug, and you will probably cry, too. This fic just has it all, really!

there goes the maddest man this town has ever seen by @aleksandrachaev - the post-season 7 Deke-crashes-the-Framework-Zoom-call fic I didn't know I needed (but spent the next two weeks rereading every single night.) It is absolutely INCREDIBLE, with all the Deke & Team feels we missed in the final outro scene, and honestly just the most fantastic writing. I cannot recommend it enough!

To Box It Up And Start Again (everything must go) by @aleksandrachaev - bloody hell, this BROKE me. Deke never really got to say goodbye in canon, but Kat gave him the chance to do it here. And, my freaking GOODNESS, she made it so incredibly bittersweet and heart-shattering. 10/10

i am a leaf on the wind by @aleksandrachaev - a little bit of a stretched-out, reflective moment in the season 7 finale. As Daisy lingers on the edge of death, she reflects on all the lives she could have had - and, man, what a study in bittersweetness!! This entire fic is utterly incredible, and something I think all Daisy fans should read.

Falling Into Place by @aleksandrachaev - here's a tiny cheat from me (sorry, babes, lmao) because technically this isn't one fic, but a series of three. Way too amazing to miss out on, though!! Set mid-season 7, this has the Chronicoms go after a young Mary Sue Poots to kill Quake before she can become a problem for them. They stop the Chronicoms, yes, but not without a TREMENDOUS dose of feels and hurt/comfort. There's also a wonderful little dose of Dekesy friendship, and then an adult adoption (!!) that honestly made my entire day to read. Actually, that's true for the entire series - I really canNOT yell about it enough!!

destroyer of worlds by @bobbimorseisbisexual - a study in incredible parallels between Jiaying's daughters. Utterly breathtakingly done, this will give you ALL the feels for this small and complex Inhuman family.

Muscle Memory by @robotgort and @bobbimorseisbisexual - a Huntingbird!! Bones!! AU!! And also a collaboration between two of the most fabulous Huntingbird authors in the fandom - honestly, what more can you ask for?! This will make you laugh, and gasp, and wince, and keep you guessing at each new plot twist (and also screaming at your screen for Hunter and Bobbi to get their acts together and TALK ABOUT IT.) In short: it's completely and utterly amazing, and I cannot, cannot recommend it enough!!

You Belong Among the Wildflowers by @libbyweasley - a freaking incredible Scis & Spies Regency AU! I only just started reading, but I was hooked all the way through, especially on the way Libby writes all four characters' complex relationships (and their attraction, and their history!) Everything about it is just completely stunning, and I for one cannot WAIT for these beautiful idiots to figure out they all belong together.

Family Snapshot by @tomatobookworm - if it's family fluff you're after, especially Staticquake family fluff, look no further! This tremendously soft and utterly amazing fic follows a day in the lives of a pregnant Daisy and her husband Lincoln, and their not-so-little family of Inhumans, both adopted and biological. There's also shopping with Grandma May, lots of feels, lots of shippiness, and just AMAZINGNESS all the way through!!

Best Day Ever by @loved-the-stars-too-fondly - Jemma and Daisy want to adopt a pet, and make a very special trip to Wisconsin to do it. Also, whether he knows who he is or not, Jemma has an important question to ask Cal - and just, AHHHH, everything about this is utterly stunning! For starters, Aubrey's writing is FANTASTIC, and the scene she sets is absolutely beautiful, and so very bittersweet. I was actually misting up a little with happy tears towards the end of this - really, I cannot recommend this enough, to any Skimmons fan.

so why don't we go somewhere only we know by @loved-the-stars-too-fondly - more Skimmons (platonic this time, though), more hurt/comfort, and, yes, again, more absolutely INCREDIBLE writing. This one is canon compliant, following a shaken Jemma struggling to sleep after Maveth, and how Daisy finds a way to help her out. Incredibly sweet, tender and BEAUTIFULLY written, this one was an instant favourite the moment I read it!

Unspoken by @anxiouslynumbme - a birthday fic for yours truly, and, honestly, one of the most STUNNING Staticquake introspectives I've read. It follows Daisy and Lincoln in a beautifully tender missing moment in season 3, with them both realising their feelings, and just... AHHHHHHHH, everything about it is utterly incredible!! I cannot, cannot recommend this gem of a fic enough

the thing about water droplets and ruffled hair by @que-mint-tea - here's another fic that proves, once and for all, how good Kat's Dekesy is, because it managed to convert T to write some Dekesy smut. And, oh my GOSH, what Dekesy smut - so goshdarn angsty, but so FANTASTICALLY characterised and written that it leaves you more than a little breathless, and gaping at your screen. The first chapter initially left us on the most HORRIFIC cliffhanger, but then T fixed it, and it's just... this thing is really a whole new level of emotional writing, raw and gripping and intensely perfect for both of these characters. My haw still drops whenever I think of this thing, and how utterly AMAZING it was, so yeah. Fic rec!!!

beautiful stranger, there you are by @justanalto - I do believe I still owe Serena a long and very gushy comment on this thing, because, MAN, does it ever deserve that!! Pipsy and fake dating, with the most HILARIOUSLY incredible writing, plot and characterisation, and honestly just a giddy "askhdfkhsfh" whenever I think back to how much I enjoyed it. Yup, it was that good.

Jumping to conclusions by @eowima - a very special one, because it marks my love Océane's first venture into writing AoS fic! It's an AU of 1x06 (the Fitzsimmons episode of s1) where Fitz does actually jump out of the plane to save Jemma. Realisations of feelings, and some of the most genuinely FANTASTIC Fitz characterisation I've read in a while, follow - and, yup, I was shouting at my screen for them just to get together already. Amazing stuff, really!!

Look into your eyes and the sky's the limit by @eowima - okay, this. This. Another gift for me, and one that I will probably treasure forEVER, because it is just?? so?? utterly?? perfect?? Just for starters, the title is a Hamilton reference - and then the theme of Hamilton references continues into the fic itself, I'm delighted to say. There's also the most BEAUTIFUL, playful Skimmons friendship, and teasing, and then of course the bet about who can make out with their crush first... Staticquake & Fitzsimmons perfection. And all rendered in Océane's delightful, best-thing-ever-to-read writing!! I'm going into a giddy keyboard smash just THINKING about this, so yeah, cannot recommend it enough.

lullabies and clear blue skies by @springmagpies and @bobbimorseisbisexual - okay, I never thought I'd catch myself shipping FitzBobbi, let alone shipping it this hard, but... wow. Maggie and Al teamed up to completely blow me away, and MELT MY WHOLE ENTIRE HEART with the sheer cuteness of this!! It features Fitz, Bobbi and adopting two daughters, and it's just the most tender, beautiful development through that little family - I love it so, so much.

We made all the wrong choices by @browneyedgenius - the winner of the AoS Angst War 2020, how could I not include this one? It is such a well-deserved win, though, whoa - I was sobbing, full-on sobbing, at least twice while reading. It follows the season 5 team through the events of the time-loop, after they failed to save the world - and, oh my gosh, it ripped my heart right out of my chest, but beautifully so. Everything about this fic just hits so hard, and it's written so well - yeah, really a most AMAZINGLY deserved win, for an utterly SHATTERINGLY incredible fic.

I threw stones at the stars (but the whole sky fell) by @nazezdha321 - this is Z showing us all how to write a backstory for a minor character, and write it so well that everyone's hearts break all over again when she dies. This one is about Victoria Hand, and it builds a stirring and profound childhood for her, also making her rise through the ranks of SHIELD and just her entire character mean so much more. Really, fic-wise, this is goals, and I take my hat off to you, Z, 1000%, for writing it.

in which the universe is put together by @besidemethewholedamntime - Rebecca's emotional writing, particularly Fitzsimmons' emotions, is incomparable, and she proves it all over again in this fic. If follows Fitz and Jemma before, after and during the bloodwork, and I just... wow, honestly. The emotion!! And the characterisation!! Absolutely stunning, and honestly all I could wish for in a we-had-time fic.

Agents of SHIELD Season 8 by @egumal - THIS. This, this, this, oh my gosh - as fix-it fics go, this has to be the most spectacular one I have ever read. What it does is find a way - a potentially canon compliant way, too - to bring back Lincoln Campbell, and reunite Staticquake. Basically: just about as season 7 finishes, the Astro Ambassadors get an unexpected visitor from another timeline, who asks them to come help out against Hive. Case in point, Daisy meets her lost love again (... but he has no idea who she is) and also has to relive the Fallen Agent drama. It all gets even more complicated when Kora restores Lincoln's memories, and Daisy meets the full team Deke has assembled around him in the 33 years (for him) that they've been apart... in short, this is one of the most thorough, well-written and downright SHOCKING plot-twist-wise fics that you will ever read, and honestly, saying "I can't recommend it enough" is an understatement. This thing is thd BEST, plain and simple!

Black Roses aren't real (but you and I are) by @ohwriteiforgot - ahhhh, a fic that will always have an incredibly special place in my heart, because it introduced me to one of my best fandom friends. The main focus is on Clintasha, it's true, but it's also a crossover with AoS in the sense that Clint was adopted by Coulson and May. Also, Daisy is his little sister, and their bond is gold. Also - there's Staticquake!! And flower shops!! And rivals to friends to lovers!! All I'm going to say is, what more can you ask for?!

A book to shield my story by @maybebrilliant - Staticquake High School AU, ahhhhhhhh!! There are only two chapters out so far, but the way this is shaping up is making my DAY - with Daisy as the new girl who meets Lincoln and his group of friends, and, though her foster parents are absolutely shit, starts to find actual happiness in a school for the first time in her life. Also - THE REFERENCES. Guys. I'm crazy for those, and in this book, so are my favourite dorks, Daisy and Lincoln - and let me tell you, it's nothing short of the best thing ever.

This AoS Finale Gif Edit by @heysteverogers - AoS really has been the most INCREDIBLE journey through the years, but what's really made it special is the company - and that's summed up perfectly in this gorgeous gifset. Also, the graphics on this are just, ahhhh, stunning - I'm in awe, and I've spent very long periods of time just looking at this thing in a state of heart-eyes.

This AoS Finale Gif Edit by @jemannesimms - combining Auld Lang Syne and the final scenes of my favourite show was a raw emotional - but utterly brilliant experience - for me. It's just so absolutely beautiful, and perfectly suited to the team, and their goodbyes!! Breathtaking editing work here, too.

This Daisy as Peter Parker and May as Tony Stark moodboard by @agentsofcomedyandchaos - ahhhh, a crossover of two of my favourite fandoms!! And what a lovely one, too - the colour scheme, quotes, and just the whole FEEL of this is absolutely genius, and I am guilty of being inspired by way too many fic ideas by it. Stunning stuff!!

And... whoa, that was long, but I really do feel that we deserve a bit of a proper pat on the back after creating such magical content in such a messed up year. So that's the note I'm going to leave you with for 2020, my friends: hell-year or no, look at the absolute beauty we were still able to create!! We really are freaking amazing, guys.

#aos best of 2020 #fic rec #massive fic rec list #and honestly; WHAT a list!!#despite this utter hellstorm of a year #we as a fandom have still been nothing short of INCREDIBLE #and honestly; I am SO proud of us #💜💜💜

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hyuniebaby · 4 years

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Pairings: Baekhyun x Y/N x Junmyeon

Warnings: mentions of sex

AU: College student! Baekhyun, Professor! Junmyeon AU, college!au

A/N: I don’t proofread when I post so there might be typos 😅 I’ve been busy with work so I haven’t updated in a while~ If you’re still reading this fic, I just want to say thank you!

@coffee-prince-kyungsoo

You spend the next few days avoiding Baekhyun. The task was extremely hard since you were both in the same program. One time he had his Advanced Biochemistry class just before your Organic Chemistry class in the same room. When you saw him making his way out of the room, talking animatedly to Jongdae, you immediately went to hide behind Seulgi. Lucky for you, you were shorter than her. He wasn’t able to notice you but your sudden movement caught Jongdae’s eyes. He smirks but doesn’t say a word to Baekhyun. Especially not when you were trying so hard to hide.

Jongdae, being Baekhyun’s best friend and roommate, naturally knew about Baekhyun kissing you. As much as he wanted to help Baekhyun out of his misery, he didn’t want to interfere. The last time he did, it went extremely uncomfortable for him as you’ve both been seen by a professor walk out of the janitor’s closet. It ended up with him being shouted on by Baekhyun and being ignored by Baekhyun the whole night when he tried to explain what happened.

Baekhyun, on the other hand, wanted to apologize again but this time for kissing you so suddenly. He honestly doesn’t know what he was doing and why he did it. But how was he supposed to tell you that? “Y/N, I’m sorry I kissed you, I don’t know why I did it.” Uh, no. That doesn’t sound like an apology to him. So despite having seen you many times when you tried to hide from him, he only looks at you longingly and doesn’t try to talk to you just yet. Maybe you weren’t ready to hear it too, he guessed, considering you were going out of your way to avoid him. Not to mention you running after he kissed you. To him, it seems logical to give you some time to process and get over it before he tried to apologize.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You’ve been so hung up on Baekhyun’s kiss that you neglected your studying. By the time the weekend came, you rejected your friend’s invite to a party. You planned to study the whole weekend at home to catch up with all the lessons you weren’t able to read about for the past few days. You were halfway through your Organic Chemistry notes when someone rings the doorbell. “Delivery for Ms. Y/N!” You hear someone shout.

Huh, you weren’t expecting something to come today, you thought. You went to open the door only to be greeted by a bouquet of flowers. “I’m sorry but I think you have the wrong address,” you tell the delivery man. The “delivery man” lowers the bouquet to reveal his face.

“Junmyeon?” You gasped. The first thought that came to your mind was that the person in front of you wasn’t Mr. Kim today, he was your friend, Junmyeon. He ditched the smart casual outfit and only wore a hoodie and some pants.

“These are for you.” He hand you the flowers. “Can I come in? I wanted to talk to you.”

You guide him to the dining table where your laptop and notebooks were scattered.

“I’m sorry to disrupt you from studying,” Junmyeon says as he scratches the back of his neck.

You respond with a nod as you carefully placed the flowers on the table. You were still quite mad at him for leaving you high and dry the other day.

“I just wanted to say sorry for the thing that happened a few days ago...”

“Oh you mean when you didn’t allow me to cum?”

He smiles sheepishly, flustered at how blunt you were being.

You’re friends with Junmyeon even before anything sexual happened between the two of you so you were open and comfortable talking about it with him than with Baekhyun. “I mean come on, Junmyeon, I understand we all have sexual urges. It’s fine. We’re human.” You ran your fingers through your hair. “But personally I think it’s unfair that you didn’t let me cum,” you sigh.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I just — my mind got clouded when I saw your hickey. I wasn’t in the right headspace.”

You were used to having sexual affairs, it wasn’t a big deal to you. You’ve had plenty of one night stands over last year with strangers. The only thing that was weird right now was that it was Junmyeon you did it with. A friend. Your professor. So you don’t know how to proceed with this. Same as how you didn’t know how to act with Baekhyun because of what happened to the two of you between the sheets.

It even complicates things when you hear Junmyeon say those last words. He worded it as if he was jealous that you’ve been doing this act with another man. And then you remember how Baekhyun sounds exactly the same the last time you talked and he reacted the same way. How possessive, you thought.

But if they were possessive, you were greedy. You wanted to have them that way again, despite the strain in your “relationships”. You wanted them to touch you and fuck you. Your thoughts were heading in another dangerous path so you cough and try to clear your mind.

“Yeah, whatever, Junmyeon. Just don’t do it again next time.” The words flew out of your mouth before you can even comprehend what you said.

Next time? His eyes widened. Will there be a next time? He sure as hell hopes so. Your mouth was amazing and he wanted to feel you again, but in your pussy next time. This excites him.

You were flustered with what you said. But if you talked right now, you’ll be embarrassing yourself more so you remain quiet. You stare at your notes as if they were the most interesting things in the world. You were hyper aware that he was looking at you. You kept your mouth shut.

Then Junmyeon sighs. “What are you studying, princess?” You blush at the pet name.

“Organic Chemistry.” You say. “I didn’t know it was supposed to be this hard.” The sexual tension now gone as you talked about your studies. “I mean, I know some basic stuff because of the training we received for the quiz bee last year but some of these things are really hard to understand. My professor won’t even teach us properly. She makes us answer all the problem sets in the book every meeting. How can you even answer something that you haven’t learned yet?”

Junmyeon looks at you softly. “I think I can help you with that. Although, I’m not as good in Organic Chem than I am with Biology...”

Your eyes sparkled at what he said. “That’s alright! You know I need all the help I could get. I’m pretty sure you know that I need a dumbed down version of the lesson if I need to get the hang of this.”

So for the next few hours, Junmyeon helps you study. Being your tutor for over a year, he knows how to get his point across to you so it wasn’t really hard for you to understand what he was saying.

The study session was interrupted once again when you hear jingling of keys. You see your parents standing by the door and you got up from your seat so fast to hug them. “You came earlier! I thought you weren’t supposed to come back until next week.”

“We missed you, darling.” Your mom coos.

“Next week’s meeting was rescheduled so we decided to go back here. How are you sweetheart?” Your father says.

“Everything’s fine. Junmyeon’s here, he’s helping me study.”

On cue, Junmyeon shakes hands with your parents to greet them. Your parents respected Junmyeon because he tutored you for over a year and had significantly improved your grades. They knew you remained friends with him after so they weren’t bothered by the fact that you were hanging out. Your mom invites him for dinner, but Junmyeon politely declines, claiming he still had some paperworks to sign and that only dropped by to help you study. He bids everyone goodbye after a few minutes of small talk with your parents and leaves.

By dinner time, you converse with your parents, asking them about their trip and what they did. In turn, they asked you how was your first week back at school and you internally cringed at the fact that the first week of your school was troublesome. You don’t tell them that though. You just tell them that it went by pretty quickly.

When you’re done with the dishes, you resigned to your room to study again. You studied until the weekend was over. You were a slow learner so you needed to promptly start studying instead of cramming everything the day before a quiz or major exam comes up. It works for you though, you get to learn at your own pace.

The next thing you knew, it was Monday again and you had Bio class. Since you and Junmyeon made up, you were slightly less worried about going to class. The only problem was Baekhyun was there and you don’t know if you should still avoid him or if maybe you should make up with him too...

As you enter the room, you scan for any sign of Baekhyun or Sehun. You release a breath of relief when you realized they weren’t there yet. Having arrived 15 minutes earlier than the start of the class, you sit by the middle row and start plugging on your earphones. You reread the lessons you studied over the weekend.

You were interrupted when someone taps your shoulder. You remove your earphones and look up to see Sehun smirking at you. You roll your eyes at him as he sits beside you.

“Is that the proper way to greet your friend?” He says.

You immediately fake a smile and use a high pitched voice, “Hi Sehun~”

Sehun frowns in disdain and shakes his head. “So... has was your talk with B?” He moves his eyebrows up and down.

“I remember making a promise to you last week? And it goes by ‘I will kill you,’ do you remember?” You smile at him.

“As I’ve said, I’d like to see you try.”

“Can I borrow your hand?” You ask him.

Sehun eyes you warily but gives his hand eventually. You smile and grab one of his fingers and start bending it backwards.

“Ow!” He shouts and snatches his hands away from you. “What a devil!”

You roll your eyes. “Stop overreacting. It wasn’t that bad!”

He raises his brow in response.

“Now that that’s all done,” you start saying, “last week he apologized to me. For — uh, reacting weirdly when he saw me and Jongdae. He explained how Jongdae wanted to ‘seek me out’ when he found out what happened between me and B. And then....”

And then Baekhyun arrives and you immediately shut your mouth. Sehun notices Baekhyun’s arrival but continues to look at you, asking you through his eyes for the rest of the story. But you don’t budge. Sehun figures that you won’t talk if Baekhyun was there so he sighs and pinches his nose in frustration. He hates it when people leave him hanging.

You didn’t expect Sehun to turn around and ask Baekhyun what happened last week. Your eyes widened. You look at Baekhyun and he looks at you. You plead with your eyes, asking him, no, begging him to not say anything to Sehun. But if anything, Baekhyun doesn’t like that Sehun still hangs around with you and that he sits beside you when it was supposed to be Baekhyun’s seat.

So out of spite, he says, “I kissed her.” at the same time that Mr. Kim comes in the classroom. Somehow, Mr. Kim heard what Baekhyun said and figured out that he was referring to you. Sehun, on the other hand, was shocked. He faced you while you buried your face in your hands.

It hasn’t been an hour since you’ve sat on your chair, but you feel like you’re so done for the week already.

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auroralwriting · 4 years

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Fagr

Anon Request: hi love ur fics! Could you do a Loki x reader where the reader always tags along with Loki and tries really hard to be besties with him (also could you make her pan) and he’s on the other hand all soft like does her really want to hang out with me???

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

A/n: I wasn’t really sure how to add in the pansexual bit, so I’m sorry about that! I did try my very best bby <3 (translation for the word comes into play later in the story!)

Masterlist

You had a good amount of friends within the Avengers. Natasha was like that older sister you loved, Wanda being your twin who understood you better than anyone, Peter being your annoying little brother you love. Steve was the fun yet serious uncle and Tony was the overprotective yet loving dad. Okay, it was more like a family, but you all were friends, too.

But there was that one person who stumped you; Loki. He arrived a few months ago with Thor. They had given the kingdom to their friend (well, more Thor’s friend) Valkyrie and wanted to be Avengers. Thor was already one, but you could tell Loki was nervous about being here on Earth again. He really didn’t have a choice.

So, you decided to try to make him feel more comfortable around the compound.

You would make him his tea - just the way he liked it, with a splash of milk - in the mornings, leave books in front of his room that you thought he’d enjoy, and you had even began to show up wherever he was in the compound. If he was in the lounge reading, you’d go and sit by him while scrolling through your phone. If he was training, you’d go in and do some simple yoga.

As you continued doing these small gestures, you couldn’t help but wonder if Loki noticed. When you tried to make small talk, he simply ignored you. He’d never even turn to look at you.

But he did notice. The only reason he didn’t get up sooner to make his own tea was because he liked you doing it for him (it tasted better when you made it). He liked the books you left for him, even going as far as to reread them multiple times. He liked it when you would show up and give him company, whether it being when he was training or simply relaxing with a book in the lounge.

Loki had begun to wonder if you actually did want to hang out with him. Everyone saw him as a monster, a murderer, but did you? Could you really be the one to see past that and try to gain his liking?

So, one day, he got up early to go for a stroll around the compound. When he noticed you hadn’t gotten up yet, he took it upon himself to make you your favorite drink and put it in his mug. Once he got done with that, he went on his way to go for his walk.

Once you had woken up, you went to do your usual routine and make Loki his drink when you noticed his cup was already out.

You looked to the three people in the room, wondering if they had made him his drink for you.

“Hey, Nat, Sam, Wanda, did you make Loki his drink?” you asked, walking over to the green and white cup.

“No, I thought you did.” Natasha replied, taking a bite of her eggs.

Sam laughed. “I don’t even know what he drinks.”

Looking to Wanda, she simply shook her head. You picked up the cup and noticed the drink wasn’t the usual dark, rusted color. It was a different color, one that looked oddly like your drink. So, you pushed the edge of the cup to your lips and let a small flow of the liquid flow down your throat. It was your drink in Loki’s cup. He never showed up to breakfast.

The next day, Loki once again woke up before you to make you your drink again. Only this time, he left a book outside your room. A fantasy book from Asgard. He thought you would enjoy it.

After you woke up and went to walk out of your room, you almost stepped on an old, brown book sitting in front of your door. Picking it up, you could practically smell the old book smell. It was nice, comforting. You flipped through the pages, seeing a few words you didn’t understand. You picked one, reading through the lines carefully.

Through the vast valley of large, echoing mountains, the sky had looked fagr, the colors radiating the hue of the warmest colors.

Fagr, that had to be a different language. You’d never heard it before, seen it. So, you tried to use context clues to figure it out. Amazing? Magnificent? Radiant?

You were so intrigued that you put the book on your nightstand. You’d read it later tonight.

A couple of days passed by, and Loki decided he’d take it one step further and accompany you wherever you were that day. It was around seven, the sky had begun to turn a darker blue indicating that the sun would be setting soon. Loki found you sitting on the roof, looking up at the clouds.

You heard someone walking up to you, so you turned your head to see Loki sitting down next to you.

“Your legs are dangling off the edge. If you were to fall, I’m sure you’d be injured.”

“I’m sure I would be, but I’d never fall off. Willingly, at least.” you replied, your head turning back to the sky. “There are more constellations, right? More than what we can see here on Earth.”

Loki nodded. “Indeed there are. It’s a shame your planet has so few.”

It was silent for another moment, until you remembered the book. “You left that book outside my door the other day, right? And the drink in your cup?”

“Yes, you are correct. Did you enjoy it? The book, I mean.” Loki asked.

You looked at him now, he was already looking at you. “I did. But it had words in it, uh, Old Norse?”

“You’re a smart one,” Loki acknowledged. “It is Old Norse.”

“There was this one word that stuck with me,” you began. “I memorized the beginning of the line. It was ‘Through the vast valley of large, echoing mountains, the sky-’“

“’The sky had looked fagr, the colors radiating the hue of the warmest colors’.” Loki finished.

You nodded. “That word, it described the sky. What does it mean?”

“Ah, yes. I thought you would have questions. Fagr, it means beautiful.” Loki answered. “You could use it in another way to describe. Like describing you.”

Your whole body froze in place, your eyes went wide. Did you hear him right? Had he just called you beautiful?

“Describing.. me?” you asked.

“You, yes,” Loki replied.

“Why?” you inquired.

Loki’s eyebrows furrowed together. “You just asked me why, why fagr describes you.” he stated, but you hear the confused undertone in it. “Do you not see how beautiful you are?”

You were stunned. You couldn’t find the right words, and the ones you tried to stumble out were frozen in your throat.

“You mortals truly do fascinate me. But that? Do most mortals not see their true beauty?” Loki wondered.

“Some,” you forced out. “Some of us,”

Loki shook his head, his eyes momentarily fluttering shut before he looked at you again. “I’m amazed that a being as gorgeous as you cannot see how perfect you are.”

Loki’s words left you stunned once more. Did he just compliment you again? By the look on his face, he was patiently waiting for you to reply.

“I-I’m sorry,” you stuttered. “I’ve just never been told that before. I’m not really sure.. what to do.”

It seemed that you left Loki stunned by the way his jaw fell slightly slack. “Are mortal men fools? They don’t appreciate what’s right in front of them. It’s sickening to hear that you have never been told of what a wonder you are.” Loki sighed. “So it seems I must be the one to remind you of just that.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“I’m attempting to court you. Or as you humans say, ‘ask out?’“ Loki guessed.

“Yes,” you replied. “I don’t know how Asgardians do it, but I would love to be your girlfriend. Only if you tell me more things in Old Norse.”

Loki chuckled as his hand intertwined with yours. “I will do my best, minn ásynja.” You raised an eyebrow. “My goddess.” Loki translated as you smiled brightly, head leaning onto his shoulder.

#loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki x you #loki laufeyson x you #loki laufeyson x reader #loki imagine #loki one shot #marvel imagine #marvel one shot #loki fluff

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sunriseverse · 4 years

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rec listtttttttttttttttttttttttttttt

fair warning there’s a lot of different fandoms here—i have, uh. twenty-two pages of bookmarks. lots of newmann though, i promise. in no particular order, i give you a fic rec list

the future’s owned by you and me by kaiyen (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 7k, Not Rated)

Years after they stopped writing each other, Newt and Hermann run into each other on the steps of Cambridge University Library. Quite literally.

Newt stares at him, expecting more. He doesn’t get any. “Come on, man, who are you? Maybe I’ve read something.”

I doubt it, Hermann barely catches himself from saying. “Gottlieb. Hermann Gottlieb.”

And Newt looks like he’s struck oil. “Oh my god,” he says, and something flickers behind his eyes, like there’s more than just recognition there, and before he can wonder any more about what it is, Newt blurts, “Oh my god!” and Hermann flinches and makes a face like a disgruntled frog.

What you can expect: emotions, opprotunities missed, and opprotunities taken. I absolutely adore this fic, though I might be biased by the fact that it has Newt as bipolar, and that’s something I always crave (more bipolar Newt fic when???).

Survival is for Nerds by Annabeelee (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 46k, Teen and Up)

It's three hundred and two years after humanity lost to the Kaiju and two hundred and twenty one since the Kaiju left. Not that it matters to Hermann. In relation to following a neurotic genetic experiment across whats left of the Northern American continent while dodging alien predators and hostile subgroups of humans, its possibly the least helpful thing to keep in mind.

What you can expect: scifi, tension, and a very intersting world. Post-apocalyptic, technically, but the way it’s written makes it almost hopeful. I love how the setting and writing makes it feel like a blend between victorian steampunk and futuristic in tone.

people can surprise you (or not) by pdameron (James Bond, James Bond/Q, 10k, Teen and Up)

“I’m not you, Bond. I don’t exactly have a technique for getting rich strangers to like me.”

“Just do your naive cute puppy thing, and they’ll be doting on you in no time,” Bond replies as he pulls up to the grand estate.

“My what?” Q asks incredulously. Bond doesn’t answer, simply giving him an indulgent smile. The fucker.

(or: 00q meets Gosford Park. Except not really.)

What you can expect: humour, murder, and some light espionage. Also, fake dating.

Infinite Distance by lachatblanche (X-Men, Erik Lensherr/Charles Xavier, 7k, Teen and Up)

When they encounter an unfamiliar and seemingly-abandoned ship in the middle of nowhere in space, Captain Charles Xavier of the spaceship Graymalkin heads out to investigate.

What you can expect: drama! Intruige! It’s set in space! I read this a while ago but I have memories of it being rather riveting despite the relatively short length.

Gertrude’s Goulash by lollzie (Gotham, Edward Nygma/Oswald Cobblepot, 7k, General Audiences)

Ed needs a new roommate. Oswald needs a room. Oswald may just be the most amazing person Ed has ever met. Shame he's not single. Cue wooing via the medium of cooking.

What you can expect: pining, misunderstandings, obliviousness, and a lot of goulash as a method of romancing.

Death Of The Author by happygolovely (Gotham, Edward Nygma/Oswald Cobblepot, 9k, Mature)

Edward Nygma was never intended to be anything more than a secondary character.

The Riddler demands otherwise.

What you can expect: a story within a story within a story. You think you have it figured out, and the next moment the carpet is yanked out from beneath you. Fairly dark, possibly disturbing, but my goodness if it’s not engaging.

we make our friends, we make our enemies by ORiley42 (Mission: Impossible, Benji Dunn/Ethan Hunt, 52k, Teen and Up)

Benji finds out he has a new neighbor. This new neighbor happens to be off-the-charts hot. Hijinks, friendship, more-than-friendship, and secret agent drama ensue.

What you can expect: pining. There’s spy stuff going on too, and it eventually gets brought up, but my gods, the pining. Also, it’s fucking hilarious, and, at just over fifty thousand words, the perfect read when you’ve got an hour or two and you want something that’ll make you both laugh and cry.

Self-Sabotage by EmilyweepsforPilfrey (James Bond, James Bond/Q, 2k, Teen and Up)

For some reason, whenever he's alone with Bond, the most ridiculous things come out of Q's mouth.

Or 'the one where Q accidentally invents a girlfriend'.

What you can expect: Q being an utter idiot. It’s hilarious. Nice quick bite of humour if you fancy it.

The Long Con by harleygirl2648 (Hannibal, Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, 19k, Teen and Up)

There are two kinds of cons: long and short. Short cons mean short-term gain, with smaller rewards, mostly just everything you have in your pocket at that moment. Long cons mean lots of time, effort, costumes, masks, props, sets, and other characters all looking to set up the downfall of the mark and take them for all that they've got.

Con Artist/Thieves AU: Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter are both interested in acquiring a Botticelli, but both of them are quite fond of each other's short games. For both of them, it's the deception and thrill of the game that's worth more than the payout.

And well, after all, aren't the easiest people to scam are those who think they are smart enough to not get scammed?

What you can expect: no cannibalism, a lot of banter, and, of course, con artistry. Quite delightful if I do say so myself.

deus ex machina by coloredink (Hannibal, Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, 26k, Teen and Up)

"What the hell?" said Katz. "Is that--"

"Yeah, I know, it's kinda flashy." Will shut the car door behind him and patted his pockets for the little fob to lock the car.

"Isn't that Hannibal Lecter's car?"

The car beeped to indicate it was locked. "Yeah, I guess so." Will walked away, toward the field, Katz on his heels. "I needed a new car."

"So you bought the cannibal car?"

-----

You asked for it: the one where Hannibal is a murderous self-driving car.

What you can expect: what it says on the tin. Quite funny, especially with the element of magical realism meaning Hanni-car is sentient. The Hannigram is more vaguely implied than an actual thing, owing, probably, to the fact that Hannibal is, well, a car.

adapt, evolve, become. by peupeugunn (Alex Rider, Gen, 3k, Not Rated)

“This is how you get out. You're slowly moving towards a desk job.” A pause, then, “you know, most people do it the other way around.” Alex chuckles softly and and shuffles towards him to lean against his shoulder, burrowing into the crook of his neck. Ben’s arm winds around him, shields him from the world, a solid weight on his back. “You're going to miss the adrenaline rushes, kid.” There's something almost sad in his voice. Alex doesn't want to understand why. Down that road lies madness.

What you can expect: a character study, in a bit of a roundabout way.

A Sharp Dressed Man by Avelera (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 12k, Teen and Up)

Hermann's latest book needs an author photo. However, when he's given a makeover and a suit that actually fits for the photo shoot, his appearance is so transformed that Newt mistakes him for his (much hotter) older brother, Dietrich.

Hermann decides to play along.

What you can expect: gods this fic is so good. It’s the first Newmann fic I ever read, and I’ve reread it a good six times since 2018. I would say more, but I think the fic speaks for itself.

Gestures by Actually_Crowley (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 7k, Teen and Up)

Newton finds out what Hermann does with his rare free time, but the discovery leads him to believe that Hermann honestly and unequivocally hates him.

What you can expect: the rituals are fucking intricate. I love this fic so so so much. And the eventual reveal/confession...scream.

Fate’s Horrifying Ways (also known as: CHRISTMAS GODZILLA) by linearoundmythoughts (Pacific Rim, Newton Geislzer/Hermann Gottlieb, 4k, Teen and Up)

Your name is Newton Geiszler and you’re going to have to break things off with your sort-of online boyfriend because you’re cheating on him. Sort of. [AKA the most dramatic summary of a humorous crackfic ever ok]

Originally written for the Pacrim Secret Santa back in 2014.

What you can expect: first off, it’s not second person, I promise. It is, though, really fucking funny, owing to the misunderstandings that ensue. There’s much pining, some angsting, and, of course, humour.

Letters From Berlin by spenshi (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 12k, Teen and Up)

Newton keeps in touch with his family when he's shipped off to the Shatterdome. Jacob and Illia send care packages to the K-Science Lab.

What you can expect: Geiszler-family feels. A lot of them. Also, Newt and Hermann slowly growing closer to until they can finally admit they’re into each other.

Wishbone by cypress_tree (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 8k, Teen and Up)

Hermann doesn't have anywhere to go for Thanksgiving, so Newt invites him over for food, family, and a little bit of flirting. Just a warm, fuzzy college AU to get you through the holidays.

What you can expect: fluff, softness, general feel-good fic. It’s really good, and it has Geiszler-family feels. Reading this fic is a bit like drinking hot cocoa on a cold day.

next days by catbeans (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 5k, Teen and Up)

Hermann had never felt an ache quite like this one, and he had felt plenty. He had been running on adrenaline first, and then on the necessity to keep running, pain and bone-deep exhaustion falling to such a low priority that he couldn't even consider it one anymore, and then it had stopped.

(the 18 hour nap date these guys deserve)

What you can expect: Newt and Hermann cuddling. A lot. That’s really it, that’s the fic. It’s 100% indulgent and I love it for that.

Tebori by SkysongMA (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 7k, Not Rated)

Newt squints. "It's really not a sex thing? 'Cause I'm not opposed to it being a sex thing, mind you. I just don't want to come in the lab tomorrow and not get to throw things at your stupid face."

Hermann lets out an endless, long-suffering sigh. "It's really not a sex thing, Newton, honestly. We hate each other. That's worked out very well for us so far, and it will continue to work out for us in the future." He doesn't mention that they haven't always hated each other and that, at one point in their long relationship, showing up unannounced at Newton's door for the purpose of sexual favors would not have been so far out of the realm of possibility. Had been, in fact, one of those things Hermann had considered late at night long ago, when he couldn't go a week without a fat envelope in the mail full of Newt's ramblings.

But that was quite some time ago, and he means it. They each get more work done than they would ever have separately, even if only because they like to rub their progress in the other's face.

Anyway, admitting anything different would just give Newt ammunition

What you can expect: Newt gives Hermann a tattoo. There’s a lot of feels.

Newt Inherits a Bar by orphan (Pacific Rim and It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 11k, Not Rated)

The scary part is the bar looks exactly like Newt remembers.

What you can expect: you’ll probably tear up a bit. This one hits pretty hard, honestly, but it’s so, so, so good.

First a Darling, Then a Marvel by isozyme (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 20k, Mature)

Newt runs a simulation given three constraints:

1: Newt wants to clone a kaiju 2: Hermann does not want Newt to clone a kaiju 3: Newt is going to clone a kaiju anyway

What you can expect: a lot of sciencing, a lot of feels, and two repressed idiots. There’s like, a paragraph or two of smut but it’s pretty clear when it’s going to happen so it’s easy to skip, which is great. The tl;dr of this fic is Newt clones some kaiju, Hermann reminds him how fucking horrible of an idea that is, and everything more or less works out in the end.

Tea and Sympathy by osprey_archer (Torchwood, Owen Harper/Ianto Jones, 13k, Teen and Up)

Soon after Jack's disappearance, Owen takes sick. Ianto goes to check on him.

What you can expect: crabby doctors, put-upon Welshmen, and a fuckton of emotions that everyone is trying to ignore. Not particularly happy, but then, when is Torchwood ever? It’s good while it lasts, though.

Pareidolia by hal_incandenza (Pacific Rim and The Black Tapes Podcast, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 102k, Mature)

It starts as a profile of paranormal investigator and professional skeptic Dr. Hermann Gottlieb. But it seems the further journalist Newt Geiszler delves into his cases, the more mysterious Dr. Gottlieb becomes. What is he hiding? What is he looking for? What is the truth? What is the difference between a journalist's idea of truth, and a scientist's?

Seeing is not believing. Believing is believing.

What you can expect: suspense, mystery, horror, pining, and apocalypse cults, with a dash of an ambiguous ending. I love this fic so much. I literally would stop what I was doing to read it when I got an alert that there was an update when it was still a work in progress.

Meet Me There Across The Water, And We’ll Start An Endless Storm by Skepticamoeba (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 35k, Teen and Up)

Hermann, an honorably discharged veteran has retired to continue working as a Keeper at a Lighthouse. It is perfectly solitary, and with little in the way for incidents. Newton is the sailor that washes up on the seashore after a summer storm.

[Late 19th century Lighthouse Keeper AU--or the one where Hermann was an aspiring artist whose dreams got a bit derailed, and Newt is the sailor that needs to learn to take his time with things.]

What you can expect: the pining........the intricate rituals............the denial.........*chef’s kiss*

and I couldn’t whisper when you needed it shouted by Lvslie (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 24k, Teen and Up)

He still smells like Newt; bears traces of his recent nearness. Clothes sleep-wrinkled from the proximity, from the way Newt’s ankle has during the night hooked around the calf of Hermann’s good leg and dragged his whole body seamlessly closer. Cheek half-flushed from the face unconsciously nuzzled his into the side of Hermann’s neck—evidence of his presence, fast asleep, as Hermann lay still and fretful for hours an end, staring at the ceiling and feeling sick with wanting.

[An early 20th century AU inspired loosely by Maurice and Age of Innocence.]

What you can expect: wistfulness, pining, repression, denial, lots of feelings. You’ll probably tear up. There’s an achingly happy ending for both of them. This is one of the fics I want a hard copy of so I can mark it up because, fuck, I love it so much.

leave the car running by Macremae (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 1k, Teen and Up)

It is clear that, after everything, Newt doesn't like to be touched.

What you can expect: touch starvation, mutual pining, Newt finally getting the human contact he deserves. I wrote my own version of this since it was initially a prompt, but quite frankly, I like Newton’s version better because it hits.

The Man Who Invented Sherlock Holmes by Calais_Reno (Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, 15k, Teen and Up)

John Watson, struggling young doctor, doomed to live an ordinary life, dreams of writing detective fiction. If he can just figure out his hero's name, the story will practically write itself.

What you can expect: Watson sort of, kind of, maybe invents a man into being. Oops. I haven’t read this one in a while but I remember it being quite a lot of fun. There’s elements of what I would say is probably magical realism, but it’s never quite clear.

Newton Isn’t Dead by Macremae (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb and Vanessa Gottlieb/Karla Gottlieb, 32k, Mature)

Newton Geiszler is currently being possessed by a genocidal alien race known as the Precursors. They’ve taken over his body, leaving him a prisoner in his own mind. However, Newt has a totally awesome plan. He’s going to make a deal with them: let him prove that Earth is worth saving, and if he can’t do that, they can have his body. But convincing a hivemind full of mega-colonizers that one blue planet can be wonderful isn’t going to be easy. He’s going to need the help of his kind-of-ex Hermann, his best friend Vanessa, and one awesome Footloose remake to pull this off.

So, naturally, they go on a road trip.

What you can expect: pining, world-saving, eventual confessions and happy endings. I had the great honour of reading the chapters before they were published, and this fic is one of my top five favourite fics. There were multiple points where I yelled, both literally (quietly) and through text (slightly less quietly).

it takes time, but time moves slow by prettydizzeed (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 2k, Teen and Up)

Hermann conducts a cost-benefit analysis every class period of sitting in the back of the lecture hall versus walking down the stairs to the front. He wishes he had hard data for this, to get some actual statistics, and perhaps after a while, if he records his pain level and his ability to read the board and pay attention after each class, he will be able to predict the outcomes given either choice on a particular day.

Two curves, traveling in opposite directions, inversely proportional: pain goes up, concentration goes down. It’s comforting, somewhat, to make it a numbers game. Impersonal. Absolute. Not a tragedy, and not his doing, only his to interpret, a smudged scrawl across his left knee in an unfamiliar handwriting, his to analyze, to decrypt.

What you can expect: the fic may only be 2k, but it will leave you feeling like you were punched. It’s fantastic.

I Could Be Jew-ish For You by Macremae (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 10k, Teen and Up)

When Hermann agrees to spend Chanukah with his family in an attempt to wheedle some desperately-needed funding out of his father, Newt insists that he shouldn’t face Lars alone and tags along as his “emotional support family rage distraction”. What they fail to realize are two things: 1. When Hermann brings Newt with him to the festivities, assumptions will be made, and 2. Newt may be half-Jewish, but he sure wasn’t raised as one.

What to expect: fake dating fake dating fake dating— (can you tell I have a favourite trope?) In which Newt is Jew-ish, Hermann is both exasperated and pining, Lars is disliked, and we all get the Jewish romcom we deserve.

It Was Love At Second Sight by rednights (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 35k, Teen and Up)

Hermann receives the first letter when he is eighteen years old.

or: Kaiju don't attack the Earth, but Hermann and Newt still write letters, botch their first meeting, and fall in love, not necessarily in that order.

What you can expect: feels. So many fucking feels. There’s no kaiju but that doesn’t mean you won’t be on the edge of your seat.

hello my old heart by firebirdsuite (The Magnus Archives, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims, 15k, Teen and Up)

Peter’s wrong, of course. When it’s all over, Martin does still want to tell Jon everything. It’s just—well, there’s a few things they need to work through first before they can get there.

Martin and Jon find each other again in Scotland.

What you can expect: tenderness, domesticity, and love. The perfect trifecta.

the truth about me (and the truth about me) by danimagus (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 11k, Teen and Up)

Newton suffers from a bout of memory loss and is told Hermann is his fiancé.

Hermann plays along, to his endless shame.

What you can expect: two words: fake dating. Gods, I love this fic, as Mary can attest from how I unceremoniously started screaming at her about it in her tumblr messages the day of/after it was published. This fic is great because it subverts the trope a bit, and thus avoids issues of consent that may otherwise have occured.

speak right to my heart without saying a word by thekaidonovskys (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 13k, General Audiences)

“Your eyes. Your expression. Your smile. I’ve worked with you for ten years, Hermann, and words have never been our primary method of communication.”

What you can expect: to be knocked the fuck out emotionally. This one hits pretty hard, and that’s what makes it so good.

Transducer by hal_incandenza (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 85k, Teen and Up)

“I need you to hide something for me.”

“Oh, excellent. Of course, Newton, please allow me to jeopardize my career. And yours as well. My pleasure. Do go on.”

“Yeesh, relax,” said Newton. “It’s a personal thing, not a work thing.”

“As if there is any division between the two,” Hermann snapped.

If only you knew, Newt thought.

What you can expect: intruigue, alien tech, light espionage. This fic will have your little nerd heart beating double-time. It’s very very good.

A Really Private Person by astolat (Person of Interest, Harold Finch/John Reese, 18k, Mature)

The end of the world started on a Wednesday in March.

What you can expect: badassery on Finch’s part. One of the few fics I have bookmarked for this fandom, and it’s bookmarked for good reason.

Party For Two by ProblemWithTrouble (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 18k, General Audiences)

“My mother’s parents have a home in the Black Forest that has a guest house. They’ve often allowed me to stay there when I could spare the time.” Hermann looked distant as if he were remembering something; the warmth of a fire and a nice book and the smell of freshly made tea. “It will be quiet, and possibly too boring for you-”

“It won’t be. I could use some quiet after the decade we’ve had. I could actually compile my research. And sleep. It sounds amazing.”

After the world doesn't end Newt and Hermann take a vacation together to live in a cabin and finally relax, as friends. Cue the pining, the longing, and the living together as best friends.

What you can expect: a fic that will wrap you up like a warm blanket. Mutual pining, vacationing together in a cabin, lots of feels—what more can you want?

Dream Drifting by MooseLane (Pacific Rim and Inception, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 5k, General Audiences)

"You're running an extraction on that spastic PPDC biologist, is what I hear." Chau fixes him with a side-eye. "I know I wouldn't want to go poking around in that little bastard's head."

(There are not enough Inception x Pacific Rim crossover fics, so I decided to change that.)

What you can expect: Inception meets Pacific Rim. There’s no other way to say it, really.

I’ve Got Nothing To Do Today But Smile (The Only Living Boy In New York) by gyzym (Inception, Arthur/Eames, 19k, Teen and Up)

Arthur's a corporate lawyer, Eames owns the coffee shop across the street, and all good love stories start with a quadruple shot latte.

What to expect: Arthur is stressed, Eames runs a coffee shop, and, through the power of friendship and a lot of stress-baking, everything works out happily for our intrepid protagonist.

Kalimat/كلمات by rainbowagnes (The Old Guard, Yusuf Al-Kaysani/Nicolò di Genova, 3k, Teen and Up)

Yusuf translates medical texts for Niccolò from Greek and Persian into Arabic, and Niccolò spots the substratum of the ideas of the classical authors that he had once believed the basis of his own civilisation that he would go to the sword to defend, translated and passed down and sewn into a no longer foreign script. There are words Yusuf does not know how to translate. They will never, ever know all of the words. The prospect is thrilling. --- It takes Niccolò lifetimes to learn Arabic.

What you can expect: if you, like me, are, especially natively, multilingual, this might hit the sweet spot of Language Feels. It did for me. Also, Joe calling Nicky hayati? Yeah.

i never liked that ending either by Macremae (Pacific Rim, Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb, 15k, Mature)

You want a better story. Who wouldn’t? - Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out

Once upon a time Dr. Flick Tucker, K-Sci head of Biology, fought a bunch of highly scientific dragons to save the world. Then, they took over her life. It didn’t end well.

Once upon our time Dr. Newt Geiszler, marine biologist, sci-fi aficionado, and accidental discoverer of dimensional travel, got a chance to take her place. He has a couple of ideas.

In which Uprising is still a bad movie, musings on the nature of choice and personal autonomy are made, and somewhere, probably, a coin is showing heads every time.

What you can expect: everything’s fine this is a perfectly normal fic come here i want to cause you as much emotional damage as I can

Not Allowed by acedott (BBC Merlin, Gwen/Morgana, 1k, General Audiences)

Gwen has been dealing with self-imposed touch starvation since she was a child. Morgana sets out to challenge this.

What you can expect: gays. Pining. Touch starvation. Need I say more?

Rocky Horror Pancake Show by ChuckleVoodoos (Daredevil, Matt Murdock/Franklin “Foggy” Nelson, 19k, Teen and Up)

Foggy falls asleep at exactly 12:00 AM, and he’s making a wish. He wakes up at 12:00 AM too—twenty-four hours before he fell asleep.

"Let's do the time warp again!"

What you can expect: Ground-hog Day style time-loop, lots of fluff, and a happy ending.

Ain’t No Nancy Kerrigan by cleverqueen (DC’s Legends of Tomorrow, Leonard Snart/Mick Rory, 13k, Teen and Up)

It's 1994, and young Lisa Snart's jumps aren't strong enough for an Olympic singles skater. Thankfully, her older brother has an athletic friend who can match her in pairs.

Mick Rory is hopelessly in love with Leonard Snart, though he'd never say anything about it, so he jumps at a chance to do Len's little sister a favor. If he's patient and works hard, maybe he'll even get to skate with her older brother.

What you can expect: pining, ice-skating, and general goodness. It’s fun, it’s funny, and it has a happy ending.

#rec list #ask #a good 40% of these are mutual pining but really who's surprised. i love a good mutual pining fic #hopefully all these links work because i spent. an inordinate amount of time compiling this.#let me know if any of the links need to be changed #c.txt

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