#you can keep going up as much as you please but nothing happpens

[the-faultofdaedalus]

once again thinking of the alt-history/sci-fi/dystopic universe in my head where the whole concept is “the surface of the sea just stops existing”

[m0chisenpai]

Louis x reader x Armand

The reader is a witch and she meets Armand and Louis and Claudia when going to watch a vampire play. They are mesmerized by her enchanting presence, wondering what and who she is

superstitious

˚｡⋆ louis de pointe du lac x black!fem!reader x armand

˚｡⋆ platonic!claudia x black!fem!reader

in which the missing piece fills the gaps

author note: We're gonna play with the idea that Louis has somewhat integrated into coven life

Another night of plays. And a new role for Claudia. A nod to the past, Claudia plays the maid to Marie Antoinette who witnesses both affairs and murders of the king and queen.

The role is silent, but it is better than falling out a window every singe night.

As always, Louis assumes his usual spot, watching his sister perform while his companion sits above. There is peace between all three. And at the same time, a feeling of lonesome resides. Like there is something missing.

Until that evening when she enters.

Armand smells her before she even steps foot intot he theatre. It is rich, it is new. It almost smells familiar of his previous years abroad. Whoever os here, their blood sings to his dead heart. It begs for him to consume it, to be bathed in it.

Had an ancient one found their way back? He looks down into the seats. Soldiers, husbands and wives, students fill the house. But he sees nothing.

Louis catches Armand's gaze, he sees his gaze, 'what is it?'

'Something is here. An ancient thing or being. i don't know what it is. But there is power in it.'

"One ticket please." the dressed up vampire hands the young woman her ticket which she holds between gloved hands. She feel out of place in her softer colors against the dark theatre, but she alwayd did stick out.

"Vampires pretending to be humans pretending to be vampires," you whisper to yourself in awe finding your seat. "How dramatic, Prudence was right."

The act begins. Murder marks the end of all the scenes and your laughter is like a bell in the vampires ears. Armand searche but cannont find you nor can Louis pinpoint your presence. But it is intxoicating.

Then the final act happpens. The vampire troupe feast on the woman and silence fills the theatre. But you stand in loud applause shouting your praise in french. And it is as though the world ends when all three look upon you.

How your eyes shimmer in praise, how your pearly white smile lights the room. Claudia freezes witht he blood dripping. Trying to remember your face as the curtains pull shut. Armand watches as you look up, nodding your head giving your appluase to him now.

But Louis, oh he wants you then and there. But the crowd keeps him from meeting you in the aisles as you file out.

"Oh sisters it was wondrous as you said!" you whisper in awe as you tie your scarf looking in to the mirror of your flat.

"Did I not tell you it was a delight, though in their early days they were more shakespearean I suppose they choose to cater to their English crowd now."

"And did you see the leader? is he not handsome!" Your fellow sister Urydice exclaims moving Prudence aside to stand in front of the mirror.

"He was..beautiful." you shyly whisper and the girl squeals.

"Oh you must approach them! you must!"

"Enough girls return to your chambers."

"Yes Mother." you whisper your goodbyes to all the girls until she sits in front. Your leader,t he mother of your group. She is old and wise, but no age touches her compexion. Her hair large and thick is braided back and you realize how much you miss your mother.

"My darling," she whispers with a smile on her lips. "Be safe. These vampires have power. and they have numbers. Until we have arrived you are to not engage them."

"Yes mother," you bow your head and press a to your pointer and middle finger pressing it to the glass and as soon as she does the same all that is left is your reflection.

You should listen to her, but you don't.

and as you shed your robe to slip into your bed. The golden eyes that watch from your balcony disappear into the night.

That next night you sit at the cafe writing letters to your scattered sisters. Some in english, three in french and the one in italian.

"You're not from here ma'am? Haven't heard italian before," the young girl sits in front of you.

"No, I am not. But Italy is not my home." You sip from your glass of coffee.

"I must say you are an exceptional actress. The breath was taken right out of me."

"Thank you, years of practice led me here."

"From...America?" you guess.

Her eyes widen as does her smile, "how'd you know?"

"Southern accent. Heard it growing up."

"Claudia, what'd I tell you but disturbing folks?"

Yiu hate to admt how the man who joins you both at the table makes your eyes widen. Your cheeks feel hot as his gaze settles upon you. You seem to have som eaffect because he is no longer chiding at the girl.

"No, she is fine sir. Just some simple conversation is all" you tilti your head "your daughter I am assuming?"

"Ah well...yes" he fumbles his words.

"How sweet," you smile at the two now bundling your letters to drop at the post. "I should be taking my leave now. It was lovely to speak to you both."

"Claudia," she quickly shakes your hand.

"Louis."

They wish you could stay. But you toss the necessary amount by your cup and leave the two behind to watch you walk down the stony path.

One night turns into two, then three when you return again it has been a week. A week of you tryig to avoid that theatre, but they calll out to you at night. "Come, come to us." But the leader requests your presence tonight.

One of the women leads you to where he sis. The only empty seat beside him is where you situate yourself.

"When did he turn you?"

"Don't have a creator." you whisper, eyes remaining on the stage. They flicker to Louis who looks up, giving you a smile which yu quickly return along with a wave.

"You know we are not human, yet you yourself are not one ofus," now his head turns to look at you. "But you do not smell like one. And your presence..it is unusual."

"I smell?"

"Nothing like the boys of war I can assure you, it is not unwelcoming" Armand can not help the smallest of smiles when he hears your sigh of relief. "But I must ask you again. What are you if not human?"

You hesitate, remembering the words of your mother. "We are not human. In the past humans maddeneed by thoughts of God and satan killed us one by one. They stopped it from being publicized but they still hunt us to this day."

"You're a witch?"

"We refrain from calling ourselves that," your hand rests against a necklace. The very one all of you share. "We are scattered across the world to avoid any more unnecessary murders."

You pause to clap for Claudia smile as she grins up at you at the end of her act.

"Will you be in France for long?" Armand asks once you sit back down.

"I would like to be. Rome was for a moment. And I am not sure I wish to return again to Greece." Armand returns his gaze down to Claudia and Louis both steal glances at him. Anticipating.

"If you stay here, I can gurantee your safety."

Claudia adores you and spends any moment she can. Taking you to Madeline's shop and around the city and theatre while Louis walks around the city with you, taking shots of you facing the moonlight or along the river.

Armand shows you artwork from the world.

Each of them can not help but feel you fill the gap in their hearts.

They feel dizzy just being in the midst of your presence.

Then one night, as you sit atop Armand's lap. Louis hand settles at the back of your neck to look up at him. Your bare chest heaves as Armand lays kisses upon it. There is somethign electric in the air, something magical,

The candles burn brighter with each kiss. Flickering with your breathing, as though they are breathing with you.

"Stay with us," his voice a whisper. Your eyes remain on his. He whispers it again, "join us."

Your mothers words are drowned from the two.

"Yes, please." Armand lets a soft hiss as he bites into the juncture of your neck while Lousi bites into the other side. And it is liek liquid fire fills your vein and fills theirs.

It is as though you are bonded to them in that moment.

Theirs for an eternity.

[inklore]

happy end of january! i hope you all had a good month and great beginning of the year thus far <3

i decided to start something new (to me) on this lil ol blog of mine, to not only shine a light on more authors and their beautiful writings (who all deserve so so much love and recognition!!). but also having a compiled list of fics you adore is always wonderful to have, and even better when it can boost and promote those stories so others can find them too!!

thus this massive list of everything i’ve read in the month of january! i’ll be doing these every month, hopefully.

i broke it up into different sections/characters/fandoms for easy assessing. please do not spam like these works, no one likes a spam liker and comments and reblogs are the true way to show a writer love, please keep that in mind.

feel free to follow my fic recs blog ( @lorerecs ) !

and lastly, thank you to all of you beautiful souls and amazing writers for sharing your works with all of us on this hellsite. you are loved and appreciated 🤎

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI with the works below.

these are mostly all smutty, but please keep in mind you are in control of your own media consumption.

* = dark/heed warnings | ! = fluffy/angst

CHRIS EVANS CHARACTERS

All I  Want For Christmas Is You by @jamalflanagan

He’s always a Scrooge this time of year, but this year it’s different. (ransom drysdale)

Bombette by @/jamalflanagan

It’s a new year, and you want more than you’ve been given. (steve rogers)

The Chat Room by @sagechanoafterdark

Steve has learned some valuable things over the years of perusing the internet. But he forgot one valuable lesson: You never know who you’re talking to online.

Earned It by @littlelioncub43

Andy always works so hard, and he’s earned a little break, don’t you think?

Seething Brains by @onsunnyside *

When the innocent lamb is lost and alone, beasts are bound to come—only in your case, they’re disguised as virtuous, charming shepherds. (soft!dark steve rogers x reader x soft!dark ransom drysdale)

High For You by @river-soul *

Your neighbor Syd takes advantage of your kindness.

Warmth by @kaitkat

After months on the run, you’re finally hit with your biggest fear: sharing a bed with Steve Rogers.

Naughty List by @clints-lucky-arrow

Johnny Storm is a lot of things. Handsome, flirtatious, supposedly unavailable, and your brother’s best friend. Another thing that he happpens to be is regularly fucking you, but that’s meant to be a secret. Not that Johnny pays much heed to anything inconsequential like that.

Art Gallery Mischief by @strawbeariefaerie

Another moonlight night for another lovesick date. (hayden ‘harvard hottie’)

Dance In The Dark by @honeystevie *

The lost ghost of Captain Steve Rogers lingers around your home. Ever so lonely, he takes solace in you — the new object of his obsession.

I Hate U by @/jamalflanagan !

And if you wondered if I hate you, I do. (ransom drysdale)

Enjoy The Show by @sunshinebuckybarnes

There’s never any time to let your guard down on the run. That is until Steve stumbles upon your show.

Minutia by @kthynes

Jealous and possesive Mob!Steve.

Knifepoint by @boxofbonesfic *

You had so many plans for the summer—you were going to spread your wings, you were going to move out of your parents house, get a new job. (steve rogers)

This Is For Us by @barnesafterglow

You’ll do anything Ari asks, even if it means helping him with a home video.

SEBASTIAN STAN CHARACTERS

As You’re Told by @/jamalflanagan *

You have something he wants, and Nick plans to get it.

Notam by @gogolucky13 *

You’ve seen many things and met many people on your travels, but nothing could’ve ever prepared you for the White Wolf and what he has planned for you. (cultleader!bucky barnes)

Lovers Quarrel by @/jamalflanagan

It’s just a little back and forth between lovers. (nick fowler)

Perfection In The Accident by @aphrogeneias !

You were not having a good day. After locking yourself out of your own apartment, you receive help from who you least expected - the neighbor you’d been crushing on since you moved in, Bucky Barnes.

For Better Or For Worse by @ambrosiase !

You learn the truth about Bucky’s affair, and deal with the aftermath.

Uncool by @/aphrogenias !

In the summer of 1973, after covering the howling commandos’ concert for a night, you - a young and inexperienced music journalist - accidentally end up following the up and coming band from New York City across the country. between shows, parties, backstage nonsense, interviews and failed attempts at writing a cover story for rolling stone magazine, you end up developing a love/hate relationship with their brooding, but devilishly handsome, guitarist james “call me Bucky” Barnes.

Remember Me In Red by @heavenlybarnes !

You swore you’d never return Bucky’s henley. But after your breakup, hanging on to it is just too damn painful.

The Color Of Morose by @littlenymphie !

Bucky always goes to you after a mission. You’re the only person that he lets heal him, maybe because no one else truly can.

After Party by @xxindiglow *

Bucky doesn’t take kindly to rejection. I hate doing summaries. Bucky is an ass bag and the reader is in for a rollercoaster ride. Just read it please?

Truth Untold by @lavendercitizen *

Nick isn’t who he seems to be, and once you realize that it’s too late. But he’s not leaving without you.

In The Late Hours, I’m Yours To Have by @cityofstqrs

You and Bucky have an agreement and Bucky knows the best way to wake you up.

BARRY KEOGHAN CHARACTERS

Forward Motion Through The Water by @greenorangevioletgrass

You find unexpected company in your late-night swim. (joe ‘mammal’)

We Shouldn’t Do This Here... by @siempre-bucky

Druig asks if you want to hook up with him during one of Sersi’s parties.

Set My Soul Alight by @/aphrogeneias

You and Druig have been fighting for too long, long enough that you’ve began to mistake what your true feeling are.

TASM!PETER PARKER

Leave The Suit On by @/clints-lucky-arrow

After a few months of dating, yourself and Peter decide to try something new with his webs.

Yes Dear? by @wint3r-h3art

Peter is in grey sweatpants while fixing his suit and you can’t help yourself.

Puzzle Piece Love by @marlboromatt

Begging and thigh riding.

Worth It by @/jamalflanagan *

Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man decides to make you earn what you’ve stolen.

Sold by @/boxofbonesfic

Mob!Peter Parker.

ETC MARVEL CHARACTERS

Safety First by @babblydrabbly

You don’t trust motorcycles. But now that you know about Venom, Eddie and his symbiote offer you a ride with safety guaranteed.

Sweetheart... by @/wint3er-h3eart

A late night visit from Frank leads to a confession, that leads to something more. (frank castle)

Anonymous by @/boxofbonesfic *

On Halloween, people dress up as monsters. But sometimes, the monsters dress up as people, too. (eddie brock)

Pain. Blood On My Tongue by @joannasteez

In the midst of a lie emerges some truth. (frank castle)

When All Is Lost by @dreamysreverie

Thena wakes from another nightmare, and you suggest something to help calm her.

Something Sweet by @fluffyprettykitty !

Coming home to your boyfriend baking. (sam wilson)

THE WITCHER

Baby Thot by @babyjordy

Geralt spitting ale into your mouth.

Iridescent by @cinewhore

You show Triss just how much she means to you.

if you would like me to remove your works within this list, for whatever reason, please let me know and i will kindly do so!

[mixedsnape]

I'm illiterate and just listened to the audio books so i probably missed it but what did dumbledore do please rant to your heart's content

sklfjfdk i accidenyl exited the page so now i gotta rewrite everything, theres probrably more, but its late.

left harry alone on the doorstep of relatives he doesnt fucking know int he muddle of the night, as an infant, without consulting anyone and against the wishes of another proffessor.

i will reiterate, did no legal checks, barely a background check (which he then disregards) and then doesnt fucking check on the kid again for 11 years.

had arabella figg spy on harry meaning either he knew how harry was being treated adn ignored it or arabella was an unreliable spy which he would have known

the special boy can play dlying murder soccer at 11 no problem, but you need parent permission to go tot he little village apparently

would have know sirius was innocent or at leave could have gotten him a fair trial because fukcing everyone got a trial, bellatrix got a trial, wha tt he fuck

keeps information from harry to get him to do what he wants basically, straight up said that eventually he was keeping shit from him because he accidently started caring about him meaning he said Whoops my

everything to do with the philosophers stone, if we ignore the fact that he was basically baiting harry into there, he still placed a dangeorus artefact surounded by dangerous traps to lure a dangerous man into a school full of children who, as we see, could easily get past them (or, yknow, fucking die like the trio almost did)

similarly, set the mirror of erised there, knowing anyone could come across it when its been known to drive people mad

kept the school open with a fucking bassilisk on the loose, what the fuck, he was alive and teaching the last time that happened, he was there for moaning myrtles death

locked sirius, yknow the abuse victim with the 12 years of trauma, in the house he was uuuuuh abuse in? like, there were other places he could have none, literally any black property, out of the country, any other house that could be hidden, literally.

allowed hagrid to teach, like i like hagrid hes cool but he literally can not be trusted to run a classroon, he brought a fuckign illegal dragon into the school

allowed teachers to dole out bullshit punishments includign sending 11 year olds into the forbidden forest at night, locking a 13 year old out of the dorms while a mass murderer is on the loose and doing  nothing (presumably) about a grown man trasnfiguring a child into a ferret

no, seriously, letting 11 year olds wander around the murder forest int he dead of night searching for whatevers MURDERING THE FUKCING UNICORNS

is so clearly biased towards gryfindors, its wild

continued to send abused students back to their homes, no matter how much they begged to stay at hogwarts

treated 11 year old abuse victim grew up in london during ww2 tom riddle like a fucking evil mastermind from the first time they met instead of like, getting the kid therapy.

high key, even if he didn’t trust tom riddle, letting him teach at hogwarts would have given him a way to directly supervise him at all times!

*gestures towards lockhart*

*gestures towards grindlewald*

*gestures towards the dementors*

shld have snapped the elder wand in half, but thats just a pet peeve

allowed remus to teach without insuring he would be taking his wolfsbane and having no safely measures in place for when he didnt, putting the whole school in danger

in my opinion, his ignoring and avoiding harry during 5th year and not fucking helping him or telling him shit directly led to harry and co storming the ministry, going right into a trap and sirius fucking dying.

did jack shit about hte marauders almost bullying, sexually assulting adn almost killing severus, and who knows who else they treated like that, and continued to downplay their abuse until he fuckign died.

prepared no one for his fuckign deaht, wow

groomed harry, a child, to die, as a child, with no knowledge as to why he had to sacrafice his life until the very last moment. lets be honest, the final battle could have happpened at any age for harry and dumbledore would have let him fucking die.

had the same general low regard fro muggles as teh rest of the wizarding world

employed filch, the functionally disabled squib, to be the glorified janitor of a magic school.

did nothing to help harry during the triwizard tournament thing which is pretty fucking wack considering he was 14 and completely unprepared.

doesnt tell harry jack shit. doesnt tell anyone ajck shit.

in general acts like an abusive father figure who does whatever the fuck he wants no matter how much it hirts others because its For The Greater Good. no im not projecting, shut up.

also heres a long as reddit thing about why dumbledore sucks that i have been recomended but havent read through

[adamsvanrhijn]

Ooh for the director's cut, I'd love to hear about the Jan 12, 1930 letter from "strange how I fit into you (there's a distance erased with the greatest of ease)"--if you need to break it up smaller, please do! I don't know if that's too long :p (or if there's something more interesting in that fic you're dying to talk about, I could have picked anything from it so please feel free to take this as a Star)

it is not nearly as long as it could be!! :-3 i think i can do all of it; let’s see! under a cut regardless. :-3 

link to fic: strange how I fit into you (there's a distance erased with the greatest of ease)

yes we use the entire title every time....yes we do

Jan 12, 1930

Dear Richard,

While I wait for you to telephone I thought I would write you a letter anyway. I know I've kept you waiting, and I'm sorry to have done. I've been busy, but you know what that's like. 

the scenario here, of course, is that they have scheduled a telephone call (either for this night or on a recurring basis; it’s up to the reader until we get to that point in the other fic in this series, which is a ways out) within the next hour or so & thomas has nothing to do until then so he decides to write. self-explanatory! :-3

the other element is that they don’t write every day or even necessarily on a regular basis anymore, by this point in their relationship. it’s been about 2.5 years since they met and they’ve been going strong, but they’ve also (richard especially) got lives and jobs they have to take care of when they can’t be together, and those can be fairly consuming. it’s right after christmas in this scenario after a very bad winter, and the crawleys are going through a lot! (almost exactly two months earlier: Here in Downton we're not being very optimistic about anything at the moment.) so that’s affecting thomas more than the already-busy time of year normally would be.  there is a Lot happpening at the abbey (which will be Gotten To in the fic that prequels/coincides with this one). we’re entering the great depression. work wise he’s been in a better place before. mental health wise he’s been in a better place before. but, he also some good things going for him too, and those are very much things he shares with richard, so.

Speaking of keeping people waiting, your mum told me to tell you to write her back. I'm sure I'll say this to you in an hour but in case I forget there it is. I told her that this is a very busy time of year for you, and she said that when she worked for Queen Victoria they didn't have any of the modern conveniences you do and she still managed to find the time to keep correspondence with her dear mother and father. So, you have no excuse. 

i just.......... love richard’s mom lol, love writing variations on her... in this verse she was a royal dresser herself in the ‘80s before she quit to marry mr ellis, yorkshire farmboy childhood sweetheart of her dreams, and have five beautiful & talented children (whom we shall get to shortly). you’re getting OC backstory in this commentary haha. 

now, the thing that Matters here for the reader though is that thomas was not only With Richard’s Mother, but that he was without richard present, and that also richard’s mum is close enough to & trusts thomas enough to bother him to harp at her son for him... because she understands that richard’s going to talk to his boyfriend more than he’s going to talk to her. and for thomas that’s huge, but it’s not new to him; the switch happened somewhere in ‘29. but the reader doesn’t get to see that, they only get to see this, so it’s like, epistolary in media res haha.

i’m actually curious to know when the click point in this letter was for people, because it’s been mentioned a few times in comments & in conversations i’ve had since then...! 

this letter is really like, a foil to the sept 23 1928 letter, when richard & thomas visit richard’s family together and then thomas writes to him while he’s on his way back. in jan 1930, richard is in norfolk doing his job, hasn’t been north in months except passing through it to get to balmoral castle, etc, so the vibe is different, but i wanted to convey that this has been going on for a while -- thomas is seeing richard’s family on his own on a semi-regular basis, and they’re inclusive of him to the point where they treat him as an extension-of-richard (in the thoughtful, romance-supporting way, not the not-your-own-person way).

Everybody else says hello and that they miss you and wish you could have come home for Christmas. Surely some of them have put this to you in writing by now but I am passing on the message anyway.

Other notable things from Sunday dinner that I'll try not to ramble on about once I've got you on the telephone:

and so same thing here, really!

worth noting that this day was thomas’s christmastide day off. (despite being three weeks after, but again. stuff goin on with the crawleys.)  

thomas is being a little flippant here... ascribing a different emotion to the thing he’s doing than the one he actually has. the fact that the ellises trust & value him is huge for him and he’s taking the responsibility to be the middleman very seriously, but he’s uncomfortable letting on that he feels that way, so he’s sort of downplaying both in put this to you in writing by now And try not to ramble on about. like, richard is Definitely gonna ask him to tell him all about how his family is and he knows it, but he’s also worried about getting any of it wrong/leaving things out etc so he’s putting it down on paper, too. which has the advantage of helping him organise his thoughts before they call! but the lessening-his-own-role-in-this thing is certainly a Thing indeed.

richard knows what he means by it at this point though. :-)

I got to hold Ruthie. Dick, in my forty years of life I have seen some very sweet babies, and you just may have the honour of being uncle to the sweetest of them all. I hope you can come meet her soon. It doesn't feel right that I should get to see your niece before you do.

 this is another integrating-thomas-into-the-family thing and also a Giving Thomas Children To Love thing haha. ruthie is of course the newest leaf on the ellis family tree! she’s the daughter of one of richard’s sisters (dorothy, sister 2/3, unmentioned in this fic because she doesn’t bother her brother about doing his laundry for him), she’s a november scorpio, she’s VERY sweet and thomas got a lump in his throat while he was holding her. 

those last two sentences... some very sincere thoughts there being expressed in plain language. like, on the one hand this is amazing for thomas and he’s finally, finally got an actual family to feel a part of. on the other hand it is missing a very big piece that is important to him and to everybody else, and thomas has such a strong sense of justice that kind of comes out here. both in the sense of thinking he’s not worthy of what he’s being given (a chronic issue of this thomas) / not knowing his place 100%, and, wanting richard to have what he’s entitled to but can’t access because of the position he’s in. and that’s not a comfortable feeling for thomas, because it’s something he’s powerless to, so there’s a reason he doesn’t dwell on it.

Teddy is about as tall as I am, which I do not remember as being the case the last time I saw him. This is what happens when first footmen breed. Maybe by the time you see him he'll be as tall as you are, which, as I have said in the past, is not actually that much taller than me. Just so we're crystal clear.

teddy is the oldest of richard’s nieces/nephews! he’s the first son of his older brother, who Was A First Footman & he’s like 17 here. again this is really about like, establishing that thomas seeing richard’s family is ongoing and that he’s serving kind of as the link between richard and his own family in a way. they’re really integrating as a couple. which is a BIG part of this fic that matters more once they move in together a few years after this bit but right now we’re laying the ground work for it.

aaaaaaaaand teasing of course. :-3

You must have received yours weeks ago already, but Hannah gave me the scarf she made. I can't believe you managed to keep this a secret from me. I am very impressed with you. Luckily, I did not cry in front of anybody in your family when I opened it but I felt like I could have.

matching handmade scarves!!! yes!!! i guess the thing here is just more thomas-being-an-honorary-ellis stuff but also showing how richard works within his own family... hannah, sister 3/3, worked with him on figuring out/applying what thomas likes, so that’s part one, and part two is that like, she was Expecting to see thomas and to give him his gift in person, whereas she mailed richard’s to get to him in time for christmas. and thomas is aware of that, and for him her waiting to see him and physically put the thing in his hands means a lot and so there’s some overwhelming emotions going on there, as he mentions. 

I don't know what you told May and John, but I had only been in the house five minutes when…

…

being sister & brother in law, respectively. i..... wanna get into the thing going on here elsewhere in the series so i’ll let it be for now. sorry !

…well, it is five minutes past. Knowing you I am assuming you'll be calling in the next 2-6 minutes, so here is as good a place as any to stop.

richard stops keeping track of time the second his majesty king george the 5th goes to bed at 11:10pm on the dot and so is pretty much always fashionably late, but thomas has figured out how to adjust and it is something they can tease each other about + share as an injoke. and not only is it teasing but it’s also Correct, in this case at least! :-)

I wish you had been there today. I am thinking of you.

Your loving,

T.B.

and this is just an emotional but understated letter closing from thomas, expressing the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth, etc. :-3 

i’m getting sleepy and now i’m kinda worried this isn’t gonna make sense / is too repetitive etc haha so if you’re dying to know smth else just lmk :’-)

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This wasn’t the plan (Youngjae/B.A.P)

Ask:  Could you please write some bap youngjae angst? I CAN NEVER FIND ANY ANYWHERE

It’s amazing how one situation can change in a split second. You could be seeing things from one perspective and have everything change. These changes could be for better or for worse but you can never know until it happens.

Yoo Youngjae thought he had his life under control. Fame, money and girls who would throw themselves at him, what more could a man in in his mid-20s want? He had his best friends and wasn’t looking for someone to love. But when you aren’t looking, is when it happens. 

She wasn’t what he expected. In a world where he was a small quaint town, she was the hurricane. Youngjae’s world was turned upside down in the best way and suddenly. A few after she came into his life he knew he was ready to commit.

A few years after they met

“Hey you.” Youngjae said before laying down gently on top of her form on the couch. “Hey you.” She said back and kissed the tip of his nose. With a huge smile on his face, he stared at her lovingly. He thought she was the most stunning human on the planet and nothing could change that. 

“What are you smiling at?” She asked, her giggle filling his ears. “Have I told you that you look beautiful today?” Youngjae said and she blushed. “If you get any cheesier, I’m going to have to spread you over pasta.” She said and felt Youngjae bury his face in her neck and laugh. She loved his laugh, more than life itself.

They sat there in silence for a few moments and she ran her fingers through his black hair. This was something they could just do. Sitting in silence and feel 100% comfortable with eachother was not something every couple could say, but Youngjae and Y/N were different. 

“It’s a beautiful day outside. Let’s go for a walk.” She suggested and Youngjae looked at her. He was thinking of a way to ask her something and she was setting the shot up for him. “Sure.” 

Walking around town hand in hand, Youngjae kept stealing glances at her. His heart was pounding in his chest. He knew the chances of her saying “No” were small, but there was still a chance and he was nervous. 

Earlier that day, he had been talking on the phone with one of his group members, Daehyun. 

“So is today the day?” Daehyun asked and Youngjae laughed awkwardly. “Yes today is the day. I am going to ask her to marry me.” He said and felt himself blush at the thought of being able to call her his wife.

Walking down the street with her he thought back to the conversationg with Daehyun. With his free hand he patted the ring in his coat pocket, donning a satisfied grin. 

“It really is a nice day. Makes me want to go eat seafood or go swimming.” Y/N said and he laughed. “It’s not that good of a day.” Youngjae said and he stopped walking. She looked at him with a confused expression and he just grinned. “Why’d you stop?” She asked and he ran his hands through his hair. 

“You remember this place right? It’s the place where I first met you.” Youngjae said and she looked at the building. He was right, it was the resturaunt where they met for the first time. She smiled at the memory and then looked at him. 

“Yeah, I remember. We were both a nervous wreck.” She said and took his hand in hers. “I guess time repeats itself. I’m a nervous wreck right now, because I need to ask you something.” Youngjae paused and took a deep breath. 

“The day I met you, I felt like I got hit with a ton of bricks. It got hard to breath and I didn’t know what happened. Turns out what I was feeling was love. I wasn’t looking for love, but I did find it and I am so glad I did.” Stopping one more time, he pulled the ring from his pocket and got on his knee. Her face was filled with tears and shock and he was shaking. 

“I guess what I’m trying to ask is, will you marry me?” Youngjae asked and she quickly wiped her tears away before nodding vigorously. People around them clapped and Youngjae slipped the ring on her finger before picking her up and kissing her.

Pulling away she looked at him and smiled. It was the best moment of her life and if she could relive it, she would. Youngjae was her everything and she wouldn’t give him up for the world. 

6 months later

Wedding planning was a stressfull process, any couple going through it would agree. In the end it would be all worth it, that was what Youngjae and Y/N kept in mind. They had fun together while planning, at least they tried to. 

Today was one of the more fun days, well it was supposed to be. One thing Youngjae and Y/N had in common was that they both truly loved food. So Youngjae wouldn’t have missed cake tasting for the world. 

“Sorry I’m late.” Youngjae said, as he shut the door to the bakery. Y/N and the baker were sat a booth watching him. He hung his jacket up, which was dripping with rain water and he shook out his hair. It was raining cats and dogs that day which should have been the first sign.

“It’s okay. I’m just glad you could make it.” She said as he sat down next to her. “You know me, would I miss cake?” He asked and the three of them laughed whole heartedly. 

“So we’ll start with the simple flavors and go up from there.” The baker said, slipping a plate full of small pieces of cake in front of them. The couple shared happy looks and listened to the baker with glee.

When their appointment was over, they walked over to the door. Youngjae helped her slip on her coat and kissed her forehead gently. 

“I have to get back to work. But you be careful driving home. The roads are really slick.” Youngjae said and she smiled at him. “I always am. Have fun at work.” She said, pecking his lips. “I love you.” He told her with a soft smile. “I love you too.” She said and they both ventured into the rain.

Driving back to work, Youngjae had a smile on his face. He was so ready to be able to call her his wife. Everyone around him was getting annoyed at him for it, it was all he talked about. 

When he got to work, he mentally prepared himself for the teasing. He knew the guys were going to tease him about how whipped he was, but he didn’t care. He admitted it, wholeheartedly.

“How was the cake tasting?” Himchan asked in a mocking tone. “You’re just jealous that I got to eat cake and you didn’t.” Youngjae retorted, getting ready to go into the recording booth. “So what flavor did you guys settle on? Vanilla? And is it pound cake or sponge cake?” Daehyun teased further and Youngjae rolled his eyes.

“You sure know enough about cake, why don’t you tell me.” Youngjae continued to fight back with a smile. The boys continued their teasing and jokes, but Youngjae knew they were happy for him. He would be the first out of them to get married and he was proud.

While listening to Yongguk talk about the track they were working on, his phone started ringing. Shooting an apologetic smile to Yongguk, he answered the phone. 

“Hello?” Youngjae said and there was a pause on the other end. “Yes, hello this Seoul central hospital, is this Yoo Youngjae?” A lady asked him and Youngjae felt his heart drop in his chest. “Yes this he.” He answered, looking at Yongguk with a scared face. Yongguk couldn’t hear what was happening on the other end, but he could tell Youngjae was frightened. 

“You were the emergency number in a Ms. Y/N’s file. I regret to inform you that she was in a car accident and is now in surgery.” Youngjae’s phone slipped out of his hand and he felt tears form in his eyes. Yongguk quickly picked up the phone and held it to his ear, muttering a few words and a “Thank you” he hung up. 

Youngjae was frozen in his seat and he didn’t know what to feel. He didn’t know if she was okay or if she would make it. He was terrified.

“Youngjae! Youngjae.”Yongguk yelled, snapping the other man out of his thoughts. “Come on, I’m going to drive you to the hospital.” Yongguk himself was trying to keep his composure. He knew how much Youngjae loved and he couldn’t imagine losing the one he loved like that.

“I can drive myself.” Youngjae said quietly, standing and grabbing his coat. “No you’re not going to drive. You can be reckless when you’re upset.” Daehyun said and Yongguk nodded in agreement. Not resisting them, Youngjae handed Yongguk his keys and followed them out to the car. 

He told her to be carefull, why wasn’t she carefull. Youngjae was sobbing quietly in the passenger seat and he looked at Yongguk. “Yongguk, what if that was the last time I saw her?” Youngjae asked and Yongguk felt his heart break a little. “It wasn’t. It won’t be. She’s one of the strongest women I know.” Yongguk said and Youngjae put his head in his hands. He couldn’t think straight, his mind was everywhere. 

When they arrived at the hospital, Youngjae sprinted through the hospital and nearly ran into the information desk. “Y/F/N Y/L/N where is she?” Youngjae asked and the lady at the desk quickly typed in the name. “She’s still in surgery. She was brought in 2 hours ago with a serious concussion, 3 broken ribs and a punctured lung.” The lady read her status and Youngjae let out a strained sound of frustration. “When she gets out of surgery only family is allowed to go back, what are you to her?” She asked and Yongguk placed a comforting hand on Youngjae’s shoulder. 

“I’m her fiance.” Youngjae said and she smiled apologetically. “I’ll let you wait in her room for her to be finished. But the others will have to stay here.” She said standing up and gesturing for him to follow her. “You go on ahead. We’ll be waiting here.” Yongguk said and the others nodded in agreement. 

Youngjae was so scared. He had never been through something like this before, at least not this close to him. Taking a seat in a chair that was in the room, he pulled out his phone.

“Mom?” He said into the phone as he heard that someone picked up. “Yes son, why are you calling so late? Is something wrong?” She asked, sounding tired. He had probably woken her up. “Mom. Something happpened, Y/N’s in the hospital and she might not make it. What do I do?” He asked, his tears flowing freely. 

He heard his mom sigh deeply. “I’m so sorry, son. The only thing you can do, is be there for her and if something happens, you push through. Everything will be alright. Keep me updated, I will try and visit in the morning.” She said and Youngjae weeped. “Don’t cry, Things happen for a reason and there is a reason for this. I understand you don’t see it this way, but try too. I love you son.” She said and Youngjae thanked his mother. He always felt better after speaking to her.

They hung up and he sat in silence, listening to the hustle and bustle of the hospital. The running nurses, the beeping of monitors and coughing patients, it was almost too much for him. 

He nearly had a heart attack when they wheeled her into the room in her bed. She was covered in bruises and cuts and had a bandage around her head. Her hospital gown hung loosely on her body and she was knocked out cold. Youngjae could almost not stand to look at her, it hurt to see her like that.

 He watched as they hooked her up to machines, but no one was talking to him. No one was telling him if she was going to be okay, or if there was anything else wrong with her. No one was talking. 

“Excuse me, can someone tell me what’s going on?” Youngjae finally spoke up and a man in a white lab coat turned to him. “You are her?” He asked, waiting for Youngjae to answer. “I’m her fiancé. What’s happening, what’s going to happen? I need some answers.” He said, looking at the doctor in need. 

“She sustained some pretty bad injuries. Unfortunately for her the driver that caused the accident, walked away without a scratch. We managed to patch up her lung and fix the broken ribs, but we don’t know the extent of her concusion. We are going to keep her in an induced coma until we know if she will be alright. You can stay with her, if you want.” He said and patted Youngjae on the back. But that wasn’t what Youngjae wanted, he wanted to know if she was going to be alright. 

The medical team left the room and turned of the lights. Youngjae looked at her and pulled the chair next to her bed. He took her usually warm hand, which was now cold into his. Aside from the fact she was covered in cuts and bruises, she looked peaceful. As if she was taking a nap, but he knew better. He couldn’t let himself be fooled. The room was silent except for the steady beaiting of her heart rate monitor.

“You know, I know you probably can’t hear me but I have some stuff to get off of my chest. I remember the first day I met you. You were the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I really wasn’t ready to fall in love but there you were. We’ve been through a lot together but nothing like this. I guess you can say we’ve really been through everything now. I just love you so much and I can’t stand seeing you like this. I really need you to pull through, we were going to get married over a month. This wasn’t the plan, Y/N. This wasn’t the plan...” He trailed off tears reforming. 

They say people in a coma can hear everything happening around them. She could hear every word, she just couldn’t respond. 

 A/N: This is my first time writing angst.... I hope you guys enjoy. (I’m really proud of this)