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cadykeus-clay · 3 years

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Would you mind sharing your thoughts about vex and Beau being cross campaign foils?

so!!!! first things first: apologies for taking weeks to answer this, finals + having adhd sometimes makes my brain turn to mush and forget every ask ive ever recieved. second of all, i’m assuming you sent me this bc of what i said in my vm vs. m9 how they view the world meta. and i’ll be real with you. i have exactly 0 memory of what was going through my head when i wrote that line, so i am simply going to type out a bunch of thoughts that i have on the similarities and differences between beau and vex and i hope that lives up to what you were expecting jsdflksjdksld

I'll detail some specifics in a moment, but overall, I think beau and vex share a very similar kind of trauma of exclusion in their formative years, that's caused them to have a lot of similar traits that manifest in different ways - for vex, she maintains control through her material posessions and beau finds an emotional control in her asshole-ness. I've broken this down into 5 points on which I think comparing the two really emphasizes that claim:

1. daddy issues: both beau and vex have awful no good terrible very bad dads. both syldor and thoreau can suck my ass. they both raised their kids with little love and impossible-to-meet expectations, alientating them and leaving them with lifelong feelings of inferiority and unbelonging. If beau and vex were to meet, i think they would have a very friendly toast to shitty dads, and then have a good drunk vent about it an hour later.

but, at the same time, the actual minutae of their trauma and the ways it manifests are nearly polar opposites. syldor wanted nothing to do with vex, or else wanted her to somehow become a full elf. her issue was that she would never be able to belong, despite her desire to, and as she grew up it lead to her being overly protective and even possessive of the people she found who DID accept her as she was.

With beau, rather than exclusion, her father created an environment of toxic inclusion. He created a role for beau to belong in, disregarding her distate for actually fulfilling it. And, as such, she ended up making herself into someone who could have no expectations and pushed away anyone who tried to set them up for her. In the end, they both came to love themselves by abandoning the woman their father wanted them to be but for vex it was the laying down of an impossible dream and for beau it was the picking up of a mantle she had feared to wear.

2. brothers: now, on the topic of family, I also think its really interesting how their interactions with their brothers play out. We've got vex and vax, tied at the hip til the very end and then some; and then we've got beau and TJ - decades apart and with beau barely acknolwedging TJ's existence. But, even that distance between beau and TJ didn't stop her caring for him when they actually met. She gave him lucky Jade, and she entertained the idea of kidnapping him to get him away from her stinko dad.

And I'd espeically like to talk about what she said outside the hag's hut - "I think Luc and TJ could be best friends", in comparison to the way Vex reacted when Vax told her was going to Zephrah with Keyleth for the year break. There's an aspect to the way they interact with their brothers that lets them slip back into those bad habits they formed growing up (NOT that i'm claiming vex and vax were like toxic for each other. but even good relationships can have unhealthy moments).

With Beau, when she offers to give her happiness so TJ can grow up safe, she's trying to take on the role she's ""supposed"" to fill - the big sister, the protector - because she failed to fill the one her father set out. And with Vex, when she grows jealous of Vax, it's because she's afraid that his leaving with keyleth is a sign that she no longer belongs in his inner circle, and she falls back on that childish, desperate desire to do anything to be accepted unconditionally.

3. romance: spoilers for 5 or so most recent m9 eps (115-120) if you haven't watched them ahead!!!! at this point, both vex and beau have an endgame romance - percy and yasha respectively. Obviously as the m9's campaign is still playing out, that could change, but like. yasha wrote her a love letter and they're officially going on a date so i'm counting that as at least endgame-track rather than just random flirting. What's interesting to me is that they both seem to flip between the SAME roles between their (in-game) general perception and their actual pursual of romance.

Vex gets characterized as a pretty big flirt, right? She's got the winks, the casual "darling". She's flashed grog her boobs on multiple instances with little prompting. Beau, similarly, has easily the most game out of anyone in the m9. She's slept with two guest characters and at least one more npc in the events of the game. Caleb made her a fuck mirror in her room in the mansion. And yet, in both of their actual romantic endeavors, they became the shy, uncertain type.

Vex only confessed her feelings when Percy was laying dead before her, and not an hour of game play before percy kissed her in the woods, she had a talk with vax about how she was pretty sure he didn't like her that way and she didn't want to pursue it. Beau, similarly, spent a very long time convinced that yasha wasn't looking for love after zuala, especially not in anyone like her, asked everyone in the party if they thought yasha ACTUALLY liked her, just to be safe, and then still terrified to ask her out after recieving a literal love letter. I'd argue this shift comes from that same sense of unbelonging - they're very good at pretending they fit a role but doubt their actual right to take it when the opportunity is presented. This time, the role is the lover rather than the daughter.

4. authority: Both vex and beau grew up shunned by the upper crust of society, and grew to mistrust those kinds of people. And yet, both of their arcs result in them assuming such a position. Vex, thrown out of high society gets her place as a baronness, and Beau, running from leadership of her father's business ends up a top member of the Cobalt Soul. There's not a lot here, but I find it interesting how both of their stories involve them shedding their baggage regarding authority and power and assuming it in a way that they feel comfortable in - invitation by someone she trusts for vex, and a promise of freedom of will and control for beau.

5. their deadliest sins: this is the point at which their similarities culminate and transform to a fundamental difference. despite everything they share - shitty childhoods, the small piece of family that's still good, flirtiness masking shy love, and a mistrust of those in power - vex and beau are such different characters because of their biggest vices. Vex, both in game and out, is "the greedy one". She's stingy with money, she haggles for everything, she mourns the loss of physical objects. Beau is "the mean one". She cares little for people's feelings if they're not in her immediate circle, she focuses on her tough guy image, she laughs at things she knows she shouldn't.

And, over the course of the campaign, as they find unconditional acceptance, they grow away from these traits (I won't say they grow out of them) because they heal from the things causing these vices to begin with. I've always been vocal about vex's greed being a manifestation of her class insecurity, and beau's asshole-ness stemming from her fear of being forced back into another position of complacency. And I stand by that now - all the similarities in their backstories are what tally up to these different women.

Despite her careful tally of party funds and her reflexive bargaining, vex is not cruel. she is not angry on her own behalf. She saves two boys from the market in the city of brass at great personal cost, she relinquishes an entire dragon's hoard to the devastated city of Westruun, she took the time to save a baby bear from a cage when she could have just cut and run after escaping her own. She's the first one most people go to when they need a shoulder to cry on, and she's devastated when they don't (thinkin about when Scanlan left). She carved "forgiveness" into the bow she stole from a man after killing him by proclaiming how much she loved someone, because she knew anger had no place in her heart.

And Beau, Beau is a bitch and she's harsh, but she doesn't hoard or protect like vex did. she spends her money without much of a second thought. She pitches in to help her friends buy a ton of glowsticks, and she loves to indulge in material desires like drink and good food and the nicer inn room. She's a member of an organization that's about making knowledge public rather than guarding it. And, though this may be controversial, I think her position with bowlgate of "its not our problem what cali wants to do with it", her long-standing mistrust of their alliance with the bright queen and and more recently with the tomb takers of "i want to go in and talk, rather than assuming they're antagonistic, even if it puts us at a disadvantage" are both examples of this non-possessiveness too - she has no need or desire to get involved in controlling what other people are doing.

so, i guess the general conclusion here is: vex struggles to let go of things, of money, of people. beau struggles to let herself be known in case she gets wrongly interpreted again. they both fight feelings of inadequacy, they both fight the feelings of not belonging, of 'doing it wrong', they fight the perception of them as shitty people because of the shells they hide in despite their absolute hearts of gold. but at the end of the day, vex's story is one of having to lay down what could never be hers so she can carry what is, and beau's story is one of allowing herself to be known so a place can be made for her.

#hope this is what you and that other anon were looking for jdsflkdsajfsaldfsa #critical role #vexahlia #beauregard #long post

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omg-baeyoung-baeran · 4 years

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Maybe I Should Resign (Jumin/MC Oneshot)

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When your cringeworthy, cutesy cat-based post-its meant for your depressed friend are accidentally sent to your stone-hearted boss...take it as a sign to turn in your resignation letter.

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It was mischievous and amusing, he admitted. The words written were always related to his current situation for some reason. Initially, it was odd and suspicious, but after it had given him comfort on several occasions, he had grown a little fond of the notes sent attached to his cup of coffee.

Unless it was something related to cats, he was never the type to waste time, energy, or even money on something that did not involve the family and the company’s benefit; therefore, he never bothered finding the person behind it. He figured it was another scheme from someone who wanted to get ahold of his affection, so it was in his best interest to leave things be. The interaction went on for months, and the unknown person did not seem to have missed a single day doing the same task.

Impressive.

This mysterious person had persistence he would applaud of if he or she were not using it on something insignificant.

“Make efforts for yourself too because you are worth it!” The sticky note was purple this time.

That day, he bought himself a cat mug and was delighted by it.

Is this what commoners mean by “reward yourself”?

The first time the note made him frown deeply was when his father was involved with another woman, though the message was not the reason why he had made such a face. He wondered once again who the person might be behind the notes. Is it a woman who has the same intentions like his father’s passing lovers? Is it a man who is sucking up for a promotion?

He had asked Jaehee before who had been preparing his coffee lately, since he had her retire from the task to handle more important matters at hand.

“It’s the chef’s son who prepares the coffee for the executives, Mr. Han.”

“He is not an employee.”

“Yes, but he volunteered to work without pay to help his father fulfill his duties without problems. I have offered to raise the concern to you, Mr. Han, but he refused.”

He hummed, raising his hand to his chin in thought. “Make him sign a contract and ensure his pay is more than sufficient to compensate for the days he did not get paid.”

Jaehee nodded and reconfirmed, “We will need to help him get a lawyer for the contract. The chef has mentioned before that his son is illiterate, so I will be contacting Mr. Joyou for recommendations.”

For a brief second, his eyes flashed in confusion. “Are you sure his son is illiterate?”

He received the third report the next day, proving that the chef’s son was indeed illiterate.

From mysterious messages, it went down south to suspicious messages.

Fortunately, nothing other than passing one-sided notes was happening. The messages were innocent and can sometimes be helpful, thus there was no need to be alarmed.

“Meow~ a kitty a day keeps the purrblem paway!”

It can sometimes be… cute… he begrudgingly confessed.

That was the first time it made him smile and his heart flutter.

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It was a huge mistake.

All this time, she was digging her own grave, and she had no idea she had dug deep enough to be a knock away from entering the gates of hell. She had been writing him notes to cheer him up and, perhaps, brighten up his troubled days. Pretending to be a maid to gather information unavailable online from a huge company seemed to be a huge hassle. He was tasked to do it for months too; hence, she made sure he wouldn’t get too lonely.

She wrote him notes—which she thought might help him smile—and stuck them on the cup of coffee he would serve for the employees. He never mentioned anything about it whenever they got the chance to chat. It was a bit disappointing, but her little help appeared to be working well. He seemed genuinely happy, and that was the only thing that mattered.

That was until she got a response in the form of a cat-shaped baby blue sticky note.

The coffee area was empty early in the morning. Most employees were yet to arrive, but the tray holding the cup where she usually stuck her messages already had a sticky note attached to it. Her lips touched the rim of the mug, her own sweetened coffee warming her cold lips.

Oh? A response? I wasn’t expecting that….

She took the note, flipping it around to inspect it.

Cat-shaped? Aw, so cute! Seven really loves cats.

Her eyes scanned the message written.

“Write something about cats today.”

Huh? Wait, hold on, something’s wrong here.

She felt the heavy feeling of dread fill her stomach as she analyzed the piece of paper in her hand. Her mother had always jokingly called her “stupid” when she was in her teens, but she never believed it was true until she actually gave evidences to such hypothesis. Her joke was probably not a half-meant joke but a prediction of what she would become in the near future.

One thing she was certain of….

This is totally not his penmanship.

She had known Seven for years and was one of his closest friends. He would even take her out at random times to get ice cream even when his schedule was loaded. They would write on receipts and draw doodles of whatever came into their imagination. His penmanship was not necessarily messy but it carried its own charm.

This, on the other hand, looked too elegant to be his.

“Umm… good morning, Ma’am,” greeted a young man with brown hair and light brown eyes.

She forced a smile, tucking the note into her skirt’s pocket. “Good morning! Are you gonna grab a coffee?”

“Oh! Umm… no… haha! I am more of a tea person, though I make coffee for the executives.” His laugh sounded awkward, but she thought he looked like a nice guy. “Please do excuse me,” he muttered before passing in front of her, grabbing the tray where the cup with the note was placed.

The coffee she drank nearly burst out of her nose when she choked.

“Miss?” the boy questioned in a low voice, albeit slightly alarmed, “Are you okay?”

Her laugh can sound as fake as it was, but her petrified mind was too horrified to function.

“Ohohoho! I am fine! Nothing to worry about!” she beamed between coughs.

Later that day, Jumin did not get his daily note.

He tried to deny it the best he could, but it was just too evident.

It was the first time it made him upset.

Just a little bit.

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When a week came without a single note from the mysterious messenger, he started to feel unusual. It may be childish of him, but because he had learned to like it, it brought him disappointment to find a typical cup of coffee served in front of him. Perhaps it was from the fact that he forcefully abandoned his childhood before that his childhood spirit came back to bite him now.

Each morning, it got him curious of what secret message he would receive for the day. Will it be another joke? Another cat pun? He learned to find excitement in the short letters and “freebies” that came with it. Once, he got a stamp, and it caused him to raise a single brow.

“What is this?” he asked the chef’s son while he studied the white cat stamp between his fingers.

The chef’s son cocked his head to the side. “I do not have a clue, Mr. Han. I just found it on the tray next to your cup. I assumed it was something important and someone wanted to send it to you.”

It was nothing expensive, yet he kept it displayed on his table.

That was weeks ago… and he missed it.

Again, just a little bit.

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The gossip which greeted her ears the moment she entered the office mortified her beyond belief. Apparently, the heir of the C&R International company had asked if anyone knew of someone who was courageous enough to leave “memos” on his cup of coffee. He worded it terribly, as though it was a violation of the company’s rules and regulation, so it was not a surprise people made a huge deal out of it.

I’m leaving this company. I will never rise from the ashes of my shame and humiliation. Surely, Mr. Trust Fund Kid will know immediately if he’s ever free to check the cctv footage.

With a silent battle cry, she filed her resignation a day later…

and just her luck, a secret agent had successfully stolen quite an important document from the CEO the very same day.

“You are relieved from your mission, Agent 707.”

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“Are you sure you did not misplace it, Father?”

Three people stood inside the CCTV control room. They were surrounded by more than 20 monitors that were flashing previous clips from the past weeks.

“I am sure without a single doubt that I kept it hidden in drawer 7.”

Dark, calculating orbs scrutinized the video. It was the last clip they were reviewing, and it was where the chairman can be last seen holding the documents prior leaving it in drawer 7.

“How can it disappear when no one has entered Father’s room? Have you double checked the system if anything’s amiss?”

He patiently waited for a response while the control manager worked on the system check—his eyes drifting back to the multiple clips they were previously analyzing.

There was Yeonwa chatting with Jaehee...

Jaewoo bringing in three boxes of pizza...

Helena bumping into Chong—

He frowned.

“August 6, 2018” was coded on the top right corner of the screen. If he was not mistaken, the company suspended all works that day to celebrate their successful purchase of Grace Cup Store.

So why are there employees working?

“Mr. Han,” the male manager cut off, “I believe the entire footage was placed in a loop since March using videos back in 2016.”

“Since… March?” He racked his brain for any memory that happened back in March. There were international events, meetings, partnership requests….

“Surprises will start today~ I’ll make sure you’ll enjoy it.^^”

Now that he recalled, he was pretty sure the notes started back in March.

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Soooo this is meant to be an open-ended oneshot, but we MAY post a second chapter (emphasis on “may”)

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger fanfic #mystic messenger jumin #mystic messenger jumin x mc #mystic messenger oneshot #mystic messenger han jumin #jumin han #jumin #jumin x mc #mysme jumin #mc ya dun goofed

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persucsion-blog · 5 years

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*stums guitar* wassup dudes !! my names cee ( she/they , est ) and this is my babe fox dayton ! hit that lil ♥ and i’ll slide into your dms for some plotting !

( nick robinson, cismale, he/him ) ↷ hey, that’s FOXWORTH ‘FOX’ DAYTON who’s originally from BRISTOL, ENGLAND. i heard they’re TWENTY-FIVE and have been working on the ship as A MUSICIAN AT THE SHOW LOUNGE for TWO YEARS. other passengers seem to say they’re MISGUIDED & CLOSED OFF, but are also known to be SUAVE & RADIANT. when they’re missing home, i heard HIS FIRST GUITAR & THE SMELL OF RAIN can always cheer them up. ↷ ( cee, she/they, 23, est. )

BACKGROUND.

meet my lil guitar playin long haired babe , fox !! his name is actually foxworth charles dayton, however he hopes that name dies ( he was named after his grandfather ) and will literally punch someone for calling him foxworth. so it’s just FOX.

fox grew up in england to a rich , snooty family. the daytons are highly known in england , very wealthy , and complete snobs. although he was very well off as a kid and could have pretty much anything he wanted, fox took after his grandmother and wanted to be more than just a last name.

he had an interest in music from the very beginning and through his parents humored it, they never saw their son having a musical career & were never going to approve of it.

basically a trust fund baby that never needed to work but fox always picked up little gigs here and there. he looooves his profession and wasn’t going to give it up , so he risked his parents disappointment to go after music.

he wasn’t that successful in england due to his parents interfering, so he started to look for ways to leave home.

his parents are Not happy about this and they haven’t spoken in two years but due to the influence of his brother & them wanting to make sure he’s okay , fox is Loaded so hit ur boy up for some drinks at different ports

he does sets at the show lounge as often as possible and really enjoys it.

his music vibe is kinda like ... shawn mendes ... niall horan ...... harry styles ish

he never really got the chance to be a normal kid but he never talks about it or mentions it bc he knows he was lucky to have grown up the way he did, even if it didn’t go perfectly.

i dont know where to fit in this update, but at some point within discovering himself & moving away from his parents, fox met a lil someone named mickey , and now they’re happily the dumbest bfs alive !!

they left the ship for a hot minutes & are both back and i am not about specific time limits so !! WHO CARES !!

fox has changed so much in the last several months hes much happier now and SO goofy and basically a dumb boy

PERSONALITY.

fox was a super happy boy growing up until he started to feel held back by his family. he keeps his personal life VERY private and doesn’t really talk about who his family is or anything like that.

he doesn’t really .. have a path in life or know where he’s going after the horizon. there’s some workers who are getting older and hes thinking about just doing it until he can’t anymore because he just .... doesn’t know where his life is going

acts like he doesn’t give a shit about anything. tries to seem v Tough and hard but honestly cares so much and cares what people think about him.

you wouldn’t expect it but as soon as hes off of work and they’re at a port , he’s at the nearest bar getting lit. one of his very first experiences was in cozumel ; standing on a bar , getting free tequila shots all night. it was an Experience.

a little shy ???? not super openly but when someone can like , break past his shell or see through his act he gets a little shy and nervous about it

when he feels comfortable around someone he can be pretty charming. he gets it from his dad.

can lowkey talk his way around something he wants.

has a very romantic soul but is TERRIBLe at romance. someone tries to say something sweet and romantic and hes like ‘cool have u seen this picture of spongebob?’

legit that gifset of ‘i love you’ ‘thanks, be right back’ and runs tf off

he’s not against romance he’s just never had anything work out for him until mickey !!!

i am 100% for any Priot attempted flings in the first year fox was on the ship

and tf he’s terrible with expressing himself and sharing about himself so it doesn’t really work

will sometimes pretend he’s a comedian when hes working and starts telling awful jokes

and then hes like ‘just kidding’ and start singing

is honestly really nice to be around bc hes pretty simple and has a pretty gentle demeanor. likes to cuddle. likes to sing softly.

his actions / feeling can sometimes be taken as flirting when he doesn’t mean it. but sometimes he means it without knowing he means it.

a pansexual king.

a cancer & good hearted hufflepuff.

honestly hes just tired

RANDOM FACTS.

anyway heres wonderwall

will serenade you with music. will look into your eyes and since romantic lyrics. will then proceed to say ‘ok i gotta go’ and peace out

will also very goofily serenade his friends. following them around the ship singing ‘cotton eyed joe’

has eight tattoos: a watercolor guitar on this left calf , music sheets to his favorite song wrapping around his left arm, the outline of a star behind his right ear , a crown on his right middle finger , a fox on his left middle finger , a guitar pick on his left ankle , a little fox thats howling & has lil music notes coming from his howl on his right wrist & black and white roses on his right shoulder.

is SUPER funny when he’s drunk

has nicks long-ish hair that is kinda messy and i honestly hate it but he loves it and wont cut it

HAS AN ENGLISH ACCENT !!

he plays the guitar , keyboard , and sings !!

really loves to travel and always gets off the ship when they dock somewhere.

loves horror films

a DUMB BOY

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#𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓭𝔂 ⋮ ⸢ foxworth dayton ⸥#im in SHAMBLES over my baby fox ):#i love him sm #hzintro

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foxcd-blog · 6 years

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*stums guitar* wassup dudes !! my names cee ( she/they , est , alMOST 24 ) and this is my first babe fox dayton ! hit that lil ♥ and i’ll slide into your dms for some plotting ! i also play alexio so his intro will be up soon !!

( nick robinson, cismale, he/him ) ↷ hey, that’s FOX DAYTON who’s originally from BRISTOL, ENGLAND. i heard they’re TWENTY-THREE and have been working on the ship as A MUSICIAN AT THE SHOW LOUNGE for TWO YEARS. other passengers seem to say they’re MISGUIDED & CLOSED OFF, but are also known to be SUAVE & RADIANT. when they’re missing home, i heard HIS FIRST GUITAR & THE SMELL OF RAIN can always cheer them up. ↷ ( cee, she/they, 23, est. )

BACKGROUND.

fox grew up in england to a rich , snooty family. the daytons are highly known in england , very wealthy , and complete snobs. although he was very well off as a kid and could have pretty much anything he wanted, fox wanted to be more than a last name and fancy credit cards.

the only family member he likes is his older brother.

he had an interest in music from the very beginning and through his parents humored it, they never saw their son having a musical career & were never going to approve of it.

he wasn’t that successful in england due to his parents interfering, so he started to look for ways to leave home.

his parents are Not happy about this and they haven’t spoken in two years but due to the influence of his brother & them wanting to make sure he’s okay ( ie. not dead somewhere bc they have a Reputation ) , fox is Loaded so hit ur boy up for some drinks at different ports

he does sets at the show lounge as often as possible and really enjoys it.

he’s got a lowkey shawn mendes kinda vibe with his music . soft & acoustic and romantic.

he never really got the chance to be a normal kid but he never talks about it or mentions it bc he knows he was lucky to have grown up the way he did, even if it didn’t go perfectly.

PERSONALITY.

fox was a super happy boy growing up until he started to feel held back by his family. he keeps his personal life VERY private and doesn’t really talk about who his family is or anything like that.

he cares way more than he wants people to think he cares. he cares ,,,, So Much

a little shy ???? not super openly but when someone can like , break past his shell or see through his act he gets a little shy and nervous about it

when he feels comfortable around someone he can be pretty charming. he gets it from his dad.

can lowkey talk his way around something he wants.

has a very romantic soul but is TERRIBLe at romance. someone tries to say something sweet and romantic and hes like ‘cool have u seen this picture of spongebob?’

legit that gifset of ‘i love you’ ‘thanks, be right back’ and runs tf off

he’s not against romance he’s just never had anything work out for him but he has a Very romantic soul and will love someone Very hard one day

and tf he’s terrible with expressing himself and sharing about himself so it doesn’t really work

will sometimes pretend he’s a comedian when hes working and starts telling awful jokes

and then hes like ‘just kidding’ and start singing

is honestly really nice to be around bc hes pretty simple and has a pretty gentle demeanor. likes to cuddle. likes to sing softly.

his actions / feeling can sometimes be taken as flirting when he doesn’t mean it. but sometimes he means it without knowing he means it.

a pansexual king.

a taurus & good hearted hufflepuff.

honestly hes just tired

RANDOM FACTS.

will serenade you with music. will look into your eyes and sing romantic lyrics. will then proceed to say ‘ok i gotta go’ and peace out

will also very goofily serenade his friends. following them around the ship singing ‘cotton eyed joe’

i wish i was kidding about that one but i am 100% serious

is SUPER funny when he’s drunk

has nicks long-ish hair that is kinda messy and i honestly hate it but he loves it and wont cut it

HAS AN ENGLISH ACCENT !!

he plays the guitar , keyboard , and sings !!

really loves to travel and always gets off the ship when they dock somewhere.

loves horror films

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#hz.intro #this is so.... long #im sorry #i love him

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coeurdastronaute · 7 years

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Either/Or: Green Lantern

All alone, above the checkered skyline, the singular light glowed from the two-corner office. A few floors below, some lights remained on, though the employees were long since gone for the night. A few more below that, the lights came on and went off in an almost rhythm as the cleaning crew worked through the offices and rooms, headphones on and disinterested in much of the actual happenings of the business.

Absently, the CEO watched stock prices jump and fall on the monitors acting as bricks on the large wall across from his dark, heavy desk. None of it particularly interested him though, as he ran his finger over his lip, eyes far away and contemplating many other things simultaneously.

The light from his computer monitor faded with inactivity as he stood up and poured himself another drink before scanning the files once more. His hand-crafted leather shoes padded against the antique rug as he absently drank and tried to make sense of the calculations he requested from his research department.

On a table by the old leather couch, a marble chess set went undisturbed, though the exact location of every piece was meticulously catalogued in his head. That, too, his next move, was calculated at the same time as the files he perused. So was the ticker on the news that muted itself in the corner. So was the state of his holdings in the current market trends.

The sight was almost a picture of a memory his sister had of another man, someone she never got to say goodbye to, even. But the sight of Lex Luthor pacing languidly through the office in the middle of the night brought back so many thoughts of her father in much the same state, it was haunting.

“The new CEO of the newly branded LexCorp, as I live and breathe.”

The pacing stopped, and even with his back turned to the intruder, he knew exactly who she was, he knew exactly what she was doing. He could scarcely believe it, but he knew.

“The prodigal daughter returns,” he smirked. She could feel the anger though. The bitterness and the pain still lived there. “Just stopping by to fill up the trust fund again?”

“I came back because I saw a picture of you, and you looked like shit,” she retorted, shoving off the door and finally making her way into what she still saw as their father’s office.

Many an hour was spent there, in that exact office, on the floor, coloring pages that would be praised as masterpieces, despite her inability to stay in the lines entirely. Afternoons were spent spinning in the big chair, doing homework during meetings, and playing soccer in the halls and breaking many a picture frame. The office housed much of her childhood. Her first logarithm was still done in sharpie on a small panel beside the door.

The furniture was the same, but the feeling of the office was far from congenial, and far from her own memories that tried to parade through it all at once. She meandered through the office, looking at pictures and awards before gazing at the chess board. A few seconds later she moved a piece. The entire feeling was entirely undefinable, that loss and nostalgia and longing and remembering all wrapped up into one messy package that paraded itself as neat and not a problem.

“That is naturally what one looks like after burying their father and taking over an entire company with declining stock prices, all on their own,” he muttered, tossing the files on the desk before turning around and leaning there, carefully crossing his arms. “After waging a publicity and legal war against the godlike hero that killed him.”

“Knight takes G7,” she explained, moving the pawn to the side with the rest of the defeated pieces. “I did my best to get back. I didn’t hear about it until--”

“King to D8,” Lex flexed his jaw. “I’m sure the reception is terrible in… where was it this time? Deep in the mountains of Nepal? Some hovel in India? The last email I got said some camp in Zambia, but that was almost two years ago.”

“Father used to admire my free-spirit,” Lena tossed back. “That was why he funded my charity efforts. Queen to F6.” She met his eyes, challenging. “That and the fact that I couldn’t look at him after I saw what he wanted to do to those poor peop--”

“You were always one to go in guns blazing. Haven’t seen you in the headlines in a while. I thought maybe you were dead somewhere too.”

“I’ve grown up.”

It was the truth of the truth. Gone was the girl who ran away and drank too much. In her place stood someone who had a kind of humble pride and awful knowledge about the ways of the world.

“You’re rusty,” he admonished. “Father knew he was funding your partying and traipsing all over. He babied you, hid you from the harsh facts of those aliens you like to think care about us. We all did, and you couldn’t even show up for his funeral. Or if you thought you were, you’re about...” he checked his watch, “ten months too late.”

“I didn’t know, Lex!” she yelped, losing that bit of cool she tried to retain despite desperately wanting to not cry.

All of her efforts, all that she’d seen and accomplished and fought for since she’d been gone, it all was relegated to second place when she was just a little sister under the harsh Luthor eyes.

Gone was the gentle, thoughtful boy she remembered. In his place was the stern, wounded man she saw in the pictures. His features were more angular, the sheen to his head a little less glaring. The dark of his eyes was not warm and full of mirth like she remembered when she’d been kicked out of college and he took her out to celebrate.

“It was just me. It’s been just me. And I’ll handle everything else. No need for you to worry about your big brother,” he sneered. “Knight takes queen.”

For a moment the siblings looked at each other, both hurting in much the same way, though both equally incapable of voicing it, and so instead it just came out in jabs and parries, hoping to keep the upper hand. Both tilted their chins, both held that regal indifference and muted apathy like a shield against all attacks.

“Bishop to E7. Checkmate,” she whispered, carefully knocking over the king in defeat. “You can’t hate me forever, Lex. Father always said we were all each other had. I came back to help you. To make sure you were alright. To find some… I don’t know. To say goodbye.”

“I don’t need any help.”

“I know, but I thought you might miss me a little. I missed you,” she offered a small attempt at a smile. “We need family at times like this.”

“You disappeared! You’ve been gone for years, not a trace!” He yelled before calming himself with another drink of the liquor he poured himself. “Where were you?”

“Believe me, if I would have known. If I could have been here, I would have. I just… I got into some stuff,” Lena knit her fingers together, fiddled with her jewelry anxiously. “And then I took up with this group that was helping, but we were a bit removed and out of reception. I did a lot of growing up, I thought I was going to find out what happened to my birth parents. It’s just been… It’s been a long, long, long few years. One thing led to another, and I got… I--”

“That’s about six non-answers, and not one of them is whole or makes sense.”

The truth was no where close to her tongue.

“I was trying to do some good, Lex. After I saw that… that… program Father started. He was responsible for-- I just. I ran away from the debt I could feel. We had money that we earned in literal blood and war. I couldn’t--”

Nothing was going right. Lena wasn’t sure she expected the red carpet or even a warm reception after disappearing without a word, after missing her father’s funeral, but she hadn’t expected Lex to be so angry. Just a few breaths ago, she found out that she didn’t have even an adopted father any longer, and suddenly she was a double orphan, and now she was there, with the only semblance of family, and she couldn’t tell him the truth, she couldn’t tell him anything he wanted to hear because he didn’t want to hear anything.

Her brother finished the glass and moved to fill it up again.

“Dad boasted about you to everyone, you know?” Lex sighed. “My Lena is opening a school for girls in Sri Lanka. Or, my Lena is working at a clinic, and she has these ideas to help with this or that disease. He was always flashing those pictures you’d email him, with school kids hanging from your neck. He showed the Hungarian Ambassador about twenty.”

“He did?”

“Relentlessly,” he smiled to himself as the decanter clanked when he finished filling. “He saw pictures of you out and about with friends, but you were allowed parties in London or drinking on a yacht in Borneo because you were a saint to him. I’d tell him to bring you back, let you take your place with us, but he’d shake his head and say, ‘let her go. She’s happier.’ And then you disappeared. He was a wreck when he didn’t hear from you. It’s been three years, Lena. Where were you?”

“I was… I was… I just. I was everywhere” she lied swiftly. “Working on a few ideas, backpacking, working with non-profits, working period, experiencing life. I couldn’t… I didn’t know how to look at him when I saw what we did, or when I saw the plans for… it was genocide, Lex,” she shook her head. “What was I supposed to do? Honestly, I was just. I’ve been trying to be someone that I’m supposed to be. That Dad thought I was. I don’t know.”

“It’s not genocide, it’s war, and it’s protecting us, people like you and me, from those things.”

“That’s not true.”

“Did you find her?”

“What?”

“Did you find the girl you were supposed to be?” Lex asked, watching the liquid swirl around his glass.

Sadly, with the harsh reality before her, Lena shook her head. She didn’t have it in her to tell him that she was more lost than ever before, so instead she just clenched her jaw and looked away.

They remained opposing forces despite her best efforts. So much regret bubbled in her chest that she didn’t know how to breathe through it.

“He died in a pile of rubble, and you were locked away in some half-assed attempt at a walkabout. We are at war with those aliens. One killed our father,” her brother pointed out. “And you just show up like you went to the grocery store and just got back and didn’t miss everything.”

Angry as he was, he stood a little straighter and reigned it all in, the heaving of his shoulders stopping as he took a few deep breaths and met the weary eyes of his sister, suddenly offput by the wrath he unleashed after having no one else to understand such things.

“It happened so fast,” Lena shook her head. “If I had known. I swear, Lex. You have to believe me. I found out exactly six hours ago, and I got here that quick. I wouldn’t have… I would have run the entire universe to get here if I had known any sooner. I didn’t come because I didn’t know.”

“You just found out six hours ago?” the CEO furrowed and stared hard at his sister.

“Yeah. I’m… I don’t want to think about it. I came for you. I can’t think about it yet. I haven’t...”

Strong and determined, pants pressed into crisp lines and shirt meticulously rolled up at the arms, though still starch stiff and stringent, he crossed the room in just four steps. He hugged his sister tightly.

Though not blood, they were bound by fate and choice, and finally, Lena allowed herself to feel it all. They were not an overly emotional family. They did not cry and they did not outrageously applaud each other. It was a surprise to hear that her father even boasted about her. They bore emotions with quiet dignity and they pent it up until they were alone. Lena often failed at it, hence the difficulty in truly feeling herself to be a Luthor. But Lex never did. He was genial in public, he was soft-spoken and assured, but he was not one for comfort.

But her brother hugged her anyway because despite all else, he understood duty to blood and family, duty to the name, duty to be a big brother, despite his little sister being infinitely infuriating.

It took a moment for her to hug him back, but she finally did and took a deep breath.

“Still underestimate me at chess,” she whispered.

“You still annoy the hell out of me.”

“I can’t believe they’re both gone.”

“I can’t believe you came home.”

Chin on Lex’s shoulder, Lena clenched her jaw and nodded. She fiddled with the ring on her finger and tried not to hate herself more than she currently did, though her ability to continually surprise herself reared its head in the form of violent self-flagellation.

Lena took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She lasted that long without crying. She just needed to make it a bit longer, until she was safe in a bed where she could pull the blankets over her head like when she was a child and the world was as small as her duvet.

“Are you staying?” Lex asked.

“For as long as I can.”

“What does that mean?”

“I have obligations, now.”

“You do, to your family,” he reminded her as he pulled away.

Her hand felt heavy as she nodded. Which family was the question of the night.

There was a rhythm to National City, and Kara knew it well. Lazily drifting over the skyline, she scanned the streets and listened to the happenings of the normal night. Her last round before calling it a success, she let her mind wonder to work, to her real life, to the other side of her life, to her sister, and the lunch she was desperately trying not to forget that they had scheduled for Thursday, to her sudden worry that she left the oven on, to wondering if she had anything left to make for a late night snack or if she should stop by the store.

Her city was quiet, her thoughts were loud, and her life was alarmingly solid, alarmingly boring, and alarmingly empty. The long hours, the countless days without sleep and deep into her work and side job and research and preventing and helping, it was all to keep away moments like this, where she was alone with herself and the stark realization that life, no matter how safe, was becoming monotonous.

Each new disaster was quelled. Each new problem was faced, analyzed, and defeated, and at night, Supergirl climbed into bed and wondered how much the same it would be the following morning. She was Sisyphus, and the city was her boulder.

The haphazard train of thought abruptly stopped when she heard an alarm going off across the city, and with a quick adjustment, she was off and on her way. She found herself trailing a speeding SUV just a minute after first hearing the alarm. Sirens started to follow, though they were still in the distance.

“I just want to go to sleep. I have stuff to do in the morning, fellas,” Supergirl complained, dodging a delivery van as the SUV wove through the little bit of late night traffic that remained. “Really important stuff. Oh. Come on.”

The grenade went off, tossed from the window and aimed well enough near her chest to blow her back, skidding into the ground in a tumble.

“Now I’m going to break their bones,” she decided, slapping the pavement and pushing off once again. “I don’t even care if Alex gets mad.”

A flash of green made the hero stop immediately as the SUV found itself jacked up by a bright green pylon, seemingly conjured out of nowhere. The back wheels kept spinning, not finding traction.

“You guys shouldn’t be driving so fast,” a voice echoed, lowering herself in front of the SUV, the ring on her finger glowing bright green.

Firm and strong, the stranger was clad in black, her mask white, and the emblem on her chest a deep, dark green. Hair that was darker than that waved in the breeze as her hand anchored itself on her hip while the other stood straight out, pointing at the SUV.

For the longest time, Kara couldn’t place the newest addition to the scene, instead she just gawked before furrowing that her capture was getting hijacked from some rogue alien. She got blown up by those thieves, she thought to herself indignantly.

The hero sized up the stranger as she landed on the ground, crossing her arms expectantly, ready for a fight of a different kind suddenly.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Supergirl finally interrupted.

“Supergirl? I’ve heard a lot about you,” she smiled. Green eyes met hers behind the mask that sat firmly over her nose and eyes. “It wasn’t all great, but the source is a bit biased. Do you need something?”

“I’ve been chasing them for about two miles.”

“Right. Sorry,” the stranger scratched her neck slightly.

Before they could argue any further, the doors started to open. Quickly, Kara fought off two of them, carefully keeping an eye on the strange alien that was wearing a costume and fighting crime and suddenly she understood how people felt when she first appeared.

The SUV hit the ground a few minutes later. Kara saw the stranger in the middle of a fight, her concentration taken away from keeping the tires up. With a roll of her eyes, she put the other criminal down as the car sped away.

“Thanks.”

“Who are you?” Supergirl demanded, her voice strong and stern.

“Friendly, intergalactic Green Lantern. You know? Brightest day, blackest night?” she cocked her head, slowly waving her hand in time with the words. “Let those who worship evil’s might, beware my pow… No? Nothing?”

“Stay here. I have to finish this,” she ordered, unamused by the lie. “And then I think we have some things to discuss.”

“It’s fine,” the other hero smiled, turning toward the SUV.

A green beam shot out from her ring as a giant hand picked up the car, bringing it back toward them. With a gentle move, she shook it until the driver and a passenger fell out onto the sidewalk.

“I could have gotten it,” Supergirl insisted.

“I know. But you told me not to move,” the Green Lantern shrugged. “This seemed quicker.”

“I don’t know who you think you are, coming in here like this! I don’t know where you got that ring, but there’s no way-- Where are you going?”

“A simple ‘thank you’ would have been fine, Supergirl.”

Kara tossed a criminal toward the pile of the rest who were moaning and generally complaining about their lot in life as she followed the rogue hero toward the SUV.

“What are you doing?”

“Listen, I have to get going. Thanks for the warm welcome.”

“That’s stolen,” Kara pointed to the case the other hero grabbed.

“I know. I just need a look.”

The green light shot out and scanned the contents, acting much like Kara’s X-ray vision, which was a marvel to Supergirl, to say the least.

“Seriously, who are you?”

The sirens got closer as the beam disappeared and the hero handed over the briefcase to the Kryptonian.

“I’ll just be on my way. Let’s not do this again.”

“I was minding my own business, stopping a crime when a completely strange alien with a magic ring showed up,” Kara challenged.

“First, I’m not an alien. Second, I have been dreading running into you, and now I see why. You’re just so, so, so... “

“We get wary of strangers with powers around here, especially those belonging to groups that have been disbanded.”

“It’s not magic. I’m part of a intergalactic crime prevention org--”

“The Lanterns were… they were dismantled after the whole rogue guy destroyed their planet,” Kara furrowed. “I remember my mother talking about it when I was a kid there was--”

“Don’t tell,” she held up her finger to her lips and winked before nodding and taking off.

Kara moved to follow but was weighed down. She saw the chain and weight attached to her ankle keeping her there. In a second the strange hero was out of reach, and her chains were released.

She was supposed to be on her last round, and now, Kara found herself on her way to the DEO to do some research on National City’s newest resident vigilante.

High atop the cloudy city, the corner office was half under construction, and half already in use out of pure necessity. The builders were forced to come at night, leaving half of the room tarped or still filled with sawhorses and uncut boards. It was the organized chaos of tailoring the office that mimicked the absolute chaos of the desk as the inhabitant of the office attempted to reclaim some semblance of peace in one facet of her life.

“Jess, when is my office going to look less like a torture chamber and more like, I don’t know, an office?” Lena yelled as she continued to sort documents on her desk, files and budgets and proposals that had not been looked at in years, all scattered on every inch of surface.

“There’s an intercom, right there,” the secretary pointed at a mound on the corner of the desk.

“You’re so quiet,” her boss jumped at her noise. “If I wanted to use the intercom I would have.”

“Do you not remember how?”

“I remember how,” she sassed back, handing over files to the tiny girl who stood expectantly, for she was never called for something as trivial as a complaint. More always came.

“If you don’t I can show you again,” Jess offered, wrangling the pages stacked in her arms.

“Jess, I am a certified genius. I have an actual certificate. I have won numerous chess championships, have been to nearly every country on the planet, helped develop a program that can analyze transactions and more accurately pinpoint fraud, patented my own stock monitoring software and sold it to the Securities and Exchange commision to safeguard against tampering with US markets, I speak almost twenty languages fluently, at least sixteen at an intermediate level, I think I solved the Zodiac killer case, and I was asked to leave not one, not two, but three different doctoral programs because I infuriated so many professors with my calculations and debunking of their own papers that entire math and engineering departments threatened to quit. I am more than capable of using an intercom.”

All Luthor. That was what the secretary saw. Luthor, as in, made of steel and forged in flames and fearless. It was a sight to see, jaw strong, eyes stronger, shoulders effortlessly broad and presence effortlessly overwhelming, as if they were crafted to impose themselves politely on a space without anyone noticing until they did.

“Then why don’t you?”

“Because,” Lena insisted, furrowing. “I enjoy the sound of my own voice echoing through the office like a thunderclap. I enjoy screaming myself raw. I enjoy having this conversation with you. Or possibly it is broken because those idiots in IT are idiots.”

“All you have to do is dial one and press the button next to my name,” Jess reminded her. “Einstein was an impressive man, but he forgot to wear socks.”

“What does that mean?” she cocked and eyebrow and waited, the stern, almost violent kind of green eyes on her employee.

“It means that geniuses can solve unsolvable equations, but often can’t balance their checkbook.”

Six weeks ago, Lex told his sister to come to work, that she’d mourned enough, that she had a place. When she showed up for lunch, ready to argue with him, ready to tell him that she didn’t want anything to do with a company that profited the way it did, that she’d live off of her trust fund, that she’d find something else, he countered before she could open her mouth. Just a few floors below his, he showed her the gutted space, the white floors bright from the light of the giant windows.

A single desk sat by the back office, with a tiny girl already going through one box of the twenty or so that were stacked in wild form around her.

That was how Lena was gifted the Luthor Foundation. That was how she took over the long defunct initiative her father started to get the media off of his back for his rather ruthless methods and when a few of his developments were deemed slightly illegal and completely dangerous.

That was how her brother got her involved.

That was how she found herself in that office, stuck behind the desk.

That was how she found herself the in to try to use Luthor tech to help her night work.

That was how she got a secretary who somehow wasn’t afraid of her, and that, she honestly enjoyed.

“I pay you to do things, don’t I?” she finally asked after letting herself smile at her assistant’s analogy.

With a nod, Jess the secretary made her way out to the hall, using her foot to pull the door shut behind her.

The frustration that came behind her new job was a different kind of bother. For three years she trained, in every possible way, but she never learned how to do any of this, any of the business stuff that she rebelled against from her family. She learned how to wield her power and she learned how to fight, she learned philosophy from every corner of the universe, and she learned impossible physics, gorged herself on it, and now she decided how to raise money and spend money and it was numbing.

For three year she battled, waged a war, lost friends, lost hope, lost it all. For three years, she ran away and she thought she was on the trail of something, only to realize she was more lost than ever.

Her mother was dead, her father was dead, her birth parents were even longer dead to her, and the grief of it all sat, unexpelled and undisturbed in her chest.

Lena never learned to be human, not ever in her life. She never had to be. She was brusque and quiet and shy and hid it all beneath a veneer of quiet detachment. She had money, so she did not need attachments. She had an aloof demeanor which kept away feckless admirers. She did not know how to be human or happy. This was her hardest mission.

Lost in thought, she ignored her piles of work and tapped her heel against the bottom of her foot restlessly as she swivelled and stared out toward the city. Absently she twirled the ring on her middle finger.

She had a brother, she had a duty to him. She had a mission, she had a duty to that. She had guilt, and she had a duty to it.

“Ms. Luthor, your two o'clock is here,” Jess’ voice murmured over the smothered intercom.

With a resigned sigh, the head of the foundation organized what she could on her desk before standing.

“Send them in, Jess!” she called.

“We’re working out the bugs on the intercom,” the secretary could be heard apologizing as she led the meeting into the half-finished office.

Lena continually reconsidered every decision she made, from putting on that ring, from opening that file on her father’s computer that showed her the plans for his evil acts, from letting her brother talk her into staying out of duty, from entering a war she had no right being in, from that girl in Milan to having oatmeal for breakfast.

And then Kara Danvers walked into her office.

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A Cauldron of Love by zimriya (27k)

“Oh for Merlin’s sake, yes,” Niall interrupts finally. “Harry’s been in love with Louis Tomlinson since that time in second year when he went and accidentally peed on him.”

Harry turns to face him, horrified. “Niall!” he squeaks out. “You promised you wouldn’t tell anyone about that!”

Niall just shrugs and wipes his mouth with a napkin. “Aw, come off it, Hazza, was it really a secret?” When Harry doesn’t say anything, he pauses and looks up. “It was?” he says. “Ah, bollocks.”

A Hogwarts AU.

A Harmony of Frost and Flames by londoniscalling (13k)

"He’s passing lockers and whistling a quiet tune when he first smells it. His body comes to a halt and his nostrils flair instinctively, eyes going wide as he registers what the scent resembles.

An omega in heat."

Louis goes into his first heat at school and Harry accidentally puts them into a compromising position.

A Harmony of Frost and Flames Extended Epilogue by londoniscalling (7k)

Sequel to A Harmony of Frost and Flames.

A Long Way From The Playground by nightwideopen (11k)

Louis is a single dad who is having a lonely life crisis and Harry is a doctor that carries around princess band-aids in his pocket.

Scraped knees make grown men bond, apparently.

A Million One, A Million Two (a Hundred More Will Never Do) by LittleLostPieces (42k)

While Harry doesn’t want to spend his final year at Wilshire Academy sharing his space with yet another idiot roommate, he figures he could have ended up with a lot worse than Niall. As the school’s newest scholarship student, Niall provides a fresh perspective on Harry’s privileged life, as well as a grounding presence when Harry’s other friends, Liam and Zayn, are acting like lunatics. Most importantly, though, Niall introduces him to Louis, a cynical townie with zero interest in spending his time around entitled boarding school kids. Convincing Louis that he’s more than a trust fund and a charming smile won’t be easy, but Harry’s never been one to back down from a challenge.

An AU loosely inspired by the short-lived WB drama, Young Americans, and the Gotta Be You music video.

A New Buzz by stylesoftheshire (7k)

‘No way,’ Louis says, shaking his head disbelievingly. ‘Only you would come out to your best friend by making him buy you a fucking dildo.’

The classic tale of how Louis helps Harry purchase a vibrator and later helps him use it.

a prayer for which no words exist by Eliane (34k)

"Louis is a few seconds away from blowing up a rather important section of the New York subway when he sees Harry for the first time."

A Run At The Past by hostagesfic (11k)

Harry doesn’t expect it to happen while Gemma’s in Australia. He’s not lonely, this time, with plenty to do and the adrenaline of the end of tour, the excitement of going back to Japan. And Gemma, of course, her jokes at his expense and her flirting with Niall and her hugs for every occasion, the way she looks like mum when she scolds him half-heartedly. There’s no reason it should happen.

He wakes up in Louis’ bed anyway.

a runaway american dream by dangerbears (15k)

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

a virgin to that money by eversincewefellapart (7k)

AU. Harry and Louis are broke university students who hate each other and make a sex tape. (In which Louis gets fucked a lot, Harry can't find the camera, and the road to falling in love is different for everyone.)

Accidents Happen by lanaboo222 (19k)

Harry is accident prone and Louis is a volunteer minor emergency worker. They meet a lot and things happen.

Ace by aclosetlarryshipper (32k)

It’s real. He can’t keep denying it. Denial has just made things more difficult. Acceptance is the first stage to anything.

Louis sniffles and pulls the sun visor down, flipping it open to reveal the mirror. He stares into his own icy eyes, grimacing at the red rim around the edges.

He tries to say the words, but they still feel too final and condemning.

The sexuality crisis you probably haven't read.

Adore You by isthatyoularry (67k)

“We invited our new acquaintances from uptown. You’ve simply got to meet their oldest son!” said his mother with a flourish, and suddenly it became abundantly clear as to why his parents had so adamantly demanded he join them in Deansville for the entirety of the summer.

Against his wishes, Harry spends the holidays at his family’s summer estate, and is reluctantly pulled into a courtship he didn’t ask for. Harry doesn’t want to get married, but Louis does. They don’t fit, but then again they really, really do.

Vaguely set in the 1920’s. Headpieces, jazz, fashionable canes, and flapper dresses, and that.

Ain’t My Fault by afirethatcannotdie (7k)

“Liam, M4M is for sex! You posted in a sex forum about your missing jacket.”

“It is not for sex!”

“It is. Trust me.”

“Well, if it helps me find my jacket then I don’t really see why it matters. Besides, someone already texted me about it. This Styles guy’s coming over in a bit to get it.”

“You invited the avocado man to come get his jacket at our flat after posting on a sex forum. Do you see where this is going?”

“I really don’t.”

“Someone is going to have to have sex with the avocado man!” Louis screeches, and Liam covers his ears.

AU. Liam posts an ad on the wrong section of Craigslist, Louis is pretty sure they’re gonna get murdered as a result, and Harry’s missing an avocado.

all i want for christmas is by crybaby (18k)

With Harry up against his side, his little four year old snuggled in his lap like it’s her favourite place, Louis could really believe they’re a real little family, off to their chalet to spend Christmas in the snow. A real little family where Louis would have the luxury of kissing Harry under mistletoe and rolling around in the fresh snow with him, taking him upstairs to his bedroom and fucking him to keep him warm.

(harry is louis' daughters' au pair. they spend christmas in austria)

all the diamonds you have here by vashtaneradas (22k)

it hits louis now, how fucking close to the precipice they’re standing. or, an au feat. investment banking and children.

All We Have by colourexplosion (6k)

He looks at the person who’s asked him a question and then immediately wishes he hadn’t. He’s beautiful, is the thing, and Harry’s met him before.

“No, sorry,” he says, shaking his head, averting his eyes. It’s an old habit, one he’s gotten better about resisting, but he supposes seeing Louis Tomlinson out in the wild transports him right back to youth club.

“Ah, s’fine really,” Louis says, instead of just walking away like a normal person, “Pretty boy like you shouldn’t be smoking anyway, yeah?”

Harry’s cheeks flood with heat before he can stop it, and he squeezes his eyes shut. Of course. Of course Louis Tomlinson — the boy who basically made Harry realize he’s gay — thinks he’s cute now. Ten years after the fact, and much too late for it to do any good at all.

Or, a 'Grown' au

Always Be My Baby by itsmiz (8k)

Louis isn't looking forward to his birthday, and Harry makes him see that age truly is just a number.

Based on Louis' tweet: 22 is old :(

Always Come Back To You by whoknows (29k)

“I’ll do it,” Harry offers brightly. No one even blinks. “I’ll do it?”

Louis sighs irritably. “Shut up,” he orders, tossing a pillow in the general direction of Harry’s face. This is a terrible time for jokes, especially Harry’s lame, old people ones.

Not that it was an old people joke. Just that most of the time Harry’s jokes consist of knock-knocks or terrible puns. The type of jokes old people like, Louis’ pretty sure. His nan always finds them hilarious when Harry tells her one.

Harry bats the pillow out of the air without even blinking. “Be reasonable, Lou,” he says in his most reasonable voice.

Louis is perfectly reasonable, thank you very much, and he’s also frustrated and upset and tired and he really wants to punch something. Maybe he should have held on to that pillow a little longer.

“You’re not gonna fucking do it,” he snaps. “That’s the last thing I need.”

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or the one where harry gets bitten by a werewolf. louis is the mysterious not-quite alpha, liam and zayn have Things going on, niall is their token human, and together, they watch a lot of TV.

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“Could you–” Harry breaks off, gasping as Louis leans in to bite the sensitive skin just under Harry’s jaw, a favourite spot of Harry’s. “Could you, y’know, in French?”

“Could I what, H?” Louis asks, peppering kisses underneath Harry’s jaw and trailing them up to his lips.

“Dirty talk,” Harry says in an exhale.

Or, Louis dirty talks in French. Kind of.

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A canon-compliant AU, in which Harry and Louis are both in the band and have been sharing flats and hotel rooms for nearly five years, but never made the leap past 'friends who are too close for comfort'.

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Mayrid of Problems

[No that title is not a typo, it will make sense when you read the fic]

A/N: Gahhh it frustrates me that I didn’t like/reblog/bookmark the post that inspired this fic but if the blogger who came up with that headcanon sees this, please tell me so that I can give you all the credit you deserve for this genius prompt. I present to you:

May and Marid’s One Night Stand

May groaned as another boyfriend walked out on her. What was it with people and unable to deal with the fact she did not want to have kids? Her nephews nieces were more than enough.

It wasn’t just the kids issue; her previous beaus always found one reason or another to leave. She can’t blame all of them for her short term relationship; she has broken up with several of them because they wanted the fame that came with dating the Queen’s sister. It was fun the first few years, her boy craziness finally paying off. Everyone wanted her and she gladly welcomed her. But now well into her 30s, she wanted to settle down. To have that one companion she can count on whenever. She wants what her sister has with Maxon.

As she watched her now ex-boyfriend walk away, she knew that wasn’t happening anytime soon. She wished she could turn back time and enjoy her youth a little bit more. That’s what she needed; to feel young again. May was usually a magnetic and positive person but some days just got her down and she needed to drown her sorrows. She ended up at Angeles’ Hell, a new and upcoming bar for the 20 something trust fund babies of Angeles. This was the perfect place for her to down a few drinks and momentarily forget about her failure of a love life. Hey, maybe she could find a younger guy to keep her warm for a night.

That is exactly what she did.

His bright smile was enough for May to swoon. She could have ran her hands through his mass of curls for the rest of her days. His eyes were deep set and charming. He dazzled and swept her off her feet. He was the perfect stranger.

So of course she slept with him.

He was the solution to her problems. She needed to feel young and that young man fulfilled all her needs. For that one night, she felt free of her previous romantic endearvors. She didn’t have to worry about what would happen next. She just focused on the now. She could worry about tomorrow when it came.

Worry is exactly what she did.

Marid Illéa just turned 20, he was determined to finish his teenhood bucket list and start a new one for adulthood. He had finally checked off ‘Sleep with an older woman’. My, the redhead he picked up the night before was wild. He was feeling pretty good about himself. So good that he was going to ask her to stay for breakfast. You need to know that Marid does not do The Morning Afters. He’ll usually kick her out the moment she opens her eyes. He stared at his ceiling and sighed contently. He heard his redhead echo the content sigh. They simultaneously turned to each other and yelled. They jumped away from each other in digust. They should have known better.

His dazzling smile was a little too iconic. Her red hair was a little too Singer.

As they examined each other, they saw all the years they missed after the Illéas left the Palace. May saw how his round face had become a strong jaw line sharp enough to cut, and his stringy limbs had filled out, she had felt up his muscles the night before.

Marid was at a loss for words. He used to have a school boy crush on her. She had aged well. Her features were more set and prominent. Her usual giddy smile was pulled back into a grimace as she assessed the situation.

“You can’t tell anyone!” They both exclaimed at each other before sighing in relief that their twisted secret would be kept safe. Marid was still in awe of his old babysitter. The Schreaves and Illéas were busy people so when their children needed tending to; Magda and May would take over. This was of course before they had moved. Marid had taken a immerse liking to May.

May noticed his staring and raised her eyebrows.

“What are you staring at?” “I can’t quite believe it’s you. How have you been?” “Can I have a moment to change and breakfast before we start with the small talk?” He nodded and left her to be while he changed in the guest room. Once they were both dressed, they met up in the living room. May was examining the apartment. She turned to him when she heard footsteps.

“Where are your parents?” He rolled his eyes. “I moved out the moment I turned 18. We had differences in beliefs.” “They seem to have differences with everyone.” May joked. Marid could only respond with an exasperated sigh.

“So what was the beloved sister of the Queen doing at Angeles’ Hell? You and I both know that isn’t the place for the larger than life May Singer.” He could pretend all he want but he had kept tabs on the royal family, especially May. He was hoping for the day he could reenter her life because she had always made his life a little brighter. He was also keeping an eye out for a husband; it couldn’t be just anyone, it had to be someone worthy of May. So of course Marid had guessed why she was at the bar the night before. She was lonely.

Despite it all, he wanted to hear it from her. It wasn’t his place to throw assumptions at her. Being May, she was known for being energetic and happy all the time. She was determined to keep up that side of her even if it gets tiring after a while.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She teased him. It was better than admitting that the cheerful May Singer was lonely and a little sad. Marid saw right through her but decided to keep quiet. She would open up when she wanted.

“Fair enough. Strawberry tarts and chamomile tea just the way you like it.” He served her. As she took her place at the coffee table, he went back into the kitchen to get his own breakfast. “Chocolate covered waffles and mocha I assume?” She guessed. He nodded with a smirk. It’s like they never left each other’s lives. They spent the rest of breakfast catching up. While Marid was on task with keeping up with the Schreaves, May was only vaguely aware of what Marid had been up to all these years.

After breakfast, they had to get on with their lives. Marid was deflated that the spell would be broken as soon as May left. Quite the contrary, before leaving, she turned to him.

“We should do this again.” Running the words through her head, she corrected herself, “By this I mean breakfast and nothing else.” Marid grinned, clearly amused but nodded nonetheless. They bid their goodbyes and went their seperate ways.

They both became too busy to have breakfast again. When Eady announced her Selection, both of them got to working. May was obviously helping her niece prepare while looking for her own suitors in Eady’s pile. Marid, on the other hand, had more devious plans. For you see, beliefs that Marid and his parents differed in involved the Illéan Throne. August and Georgia were perfectly fine with the Schreaves ruling whereas Marid felt as though he had been robbed of his birth right. A little after the Illéas had left the Palace after their falling out with the Schreaves, Marid took his father’s stash of diaries by their ancestors as an act of defiance. He found Gregory’s journals and started reading. The more he studied Gregory’s journals, the more he wanted the Throne and knew he deserved it.

As right as Marid may be about the Throne being rightfully his, he wanted it for all the wrong reasons. He wanted it for the power. To have a kingdom at his fingertips. The Schreaves - especially King Maxon had inherited the Throne deservingly and was ruling the country for the right reasons. He wanted the best for Illéa.

For years, Marid had been waiting for the ample opportunity to slither into the good graces of the Schreaves and strike. Eadlyn’s Selection was the opportunity that he had been waiting for. He had waited years, a few more months until she has narrowed down her Elite was nothing. His plan was to reenter her life and sabotage the Elite all while making himself seem like the perfect suitor. Once Eady marries him, he’ll either stage a death or make her bend to his will.

The idea came to him when he slept with May. Initially, he wanted to use May to get to his goal but he respected her too much to do that to her. Eady on the other hand, he knew from the moment they were playmates that she would be a terrible Queen. So there would be no lost love.

While May was trying to piece the most fulfilling life for herself, Marid set his plan to get Eady in motion. In short, his plan did not work. It all went down the drain. She declared Illéa a constitutional monarchy and picked a husband who wasn’t even in the running for her Selection. He was hoping the backlash of the latter would help him gain favour of the citizens. But before he could devise another scheme to do that, May put a stop to it.

This was their first meeting after the one night stand. May was furious. How dare he manipulate her niece like that? She barged into his apartment and started giving him a earful.

“How could you?” Was the first thing she yelled at him. Then she goes on to rant about everything wrong with what he did to Eady; all the manipulation and blackmail. She went on about how disgusted she was about all of it. Marid was hardly paying attention, he had heard this all from his parents after The Schreaves had relayed the shit he had tried to pull. The only thing that struck a chord with him when May gave him a piece of her mind was when she delievered her final line.

“I’m so disappointed in you.” He stopped breathing for a moment. He turned to her slowly. No one has ever said that to him, his parents somewhat expected this. They were always mad at him, not disappointed. Disappointed suggested that they believed in him. No one ever believed in him, he had to believe in himself and built himself up to be the man of the media he was today. He knew there was a reason he liked May. Even when they were younger, she believed in him. He knew what he had to do. Marid never had any regrets in life but the only two he had now was not reaching out to May earlier and having disappointed her. He did something he never thought he’d do. He apologised.

“I’m sorry, May.” She softened a little, seeing how apologetic he was but that doesn’t excuse how he was with Eady. She stared him down firmly. “I’m not the one who you should be apologising to.” He pursued his lips. He did not want to apologise to Eady. She would throw it in his face. May, almost reading his mind, insisted that it was the right thing to do. He groaned and whined but eventually gave in. May escorted him to the Palace to make sure he didn't make a run for it.

He didn't even want to replay that scene in his head. She laughed at him. That horrid girl - his Queen actually laughed at him when he apologised. With the killer side eye May was giving him, he had to take the emotional hit. He was not happy about it to say the least. He crossed his arms furiously as he stomped his feet all the way out like a child throwing a tantrum.

“I can't believe you made me do that!” He turned on her as soon as they left the Palace grounds. She rolled her eyes. “Eady could have had imprisoned for treason so don't pull this tantrum with me, Marid. I'm losing my patience with you.” May said sharply. He was taken back. He was starting to see the error of his ways. When you piss off May Singer, you know you're doing something wrong. He apologised meekly but she was having none of it. They parted ways, May asking him to only contact her after he has pulled himself together.

True to his word, he stayed away until he got himself together. Months later, he set up a meeting with May. He had a surprise for her and funnily enough she did too. He asked her to meet him at Leo’s soccer games. She was confused at the location but agreed nonetheless. When she walked up to the bleachers with a certain tall, dark and handsome gentleman, Marid’s heart dropped. His plan was a bust. May thought the same when she saw a caramel haired man by Marid’s side. They pushed all negative feelings away and smiled at each other. They introduce each other’s companions.

“Baden Trains?” Marid frowned, wasn't he a part of Eadlyn’s Selection. “Your uncle?” The dashing young man by Marid’s side was far too young to anyone’s uncle. Then again so was she. They excused themselves from their friends and sorted this out.

“Are you trying to set me up with your uncle?” “Are you doing the same with Baden?” They both nodded at the same time and grinned. They wished each other luck and went to meet their respective dates.

Marid shook hands firmly with Baden and was immediately smitten. May shyly went up to Marid’s uncle, most likely August’s brother because they looked so similar. She offered him a tentative smile; she felt like she was 14 all over again. She did all the crushing rather than the other way around. He beamed at her and held out a hand.

“Hello I'm Jules Illéa.” May blushed. “May Singer...say do they name all of you after the months of the year?” He laughed a beautiful laugh and that's when she knew.

He was The One.

#mrtflr #I love this prompt with all my heart #Mayrid #That's their friendship name yall #Threw in a bit of Maden #Jules Illéa I just made him up #Armie Hammer makes a good brother for August #The Selection #The Elite #The One #The Heir #The Crown #TheMonthOfMaySinger #May Singer Month #May Singer #Marid Illéa #Baden Trains

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