#of all the times liam has broken my heart

[theeliampayne]

here's some fics I've enjoyed in April! Hoping to make one of these every month from now on. If you read any of these, please leave the authors kudos and/or comments!

skinny dip (in water under the bridge) by @itsnotreal / hazzahtomlinson (880) [louis/harry]

It’s a Wednesday and nostalgia might just get the best of Louis.

I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover. by ziamscherry (921) [zayn/liam]

Liam proposes twice and Zayn finally says yes.

I'll knock on your door, it will save me from calling by @hl-obsessed / hl-obsessed (RozaDhampir) (5.7k) [zouis/larry/ziam]

Louis hears "Good Years" for the first time. Harry is there to pick up the pieces. or Zayn makes some questionable choices. Louis makes some long awaited moves. Sometimes heart broken all over again is the first step to healing and making everything right again. *** Dedicated to everyone who ever lost a friend, and still don't know why.

I Roll 'til I Change My Luck by @larry-hiatus (8.4k) [louis/harry]

Dating is hard enough when you're gay. When Louis reveals to his Tinder matches that he uses a wheelchair and has a service dog, things tend to get even more complicated. Too bad the guys on dating apps aren't as sweet and understanding as his best friend Harry...

I Want You Here With Me (Like How I Pictured It) by @enchantedlandcoffee (345) [louis/harry]

"I just- Everyone was there and- and they were all happy and in love and I just- I needed to get out of there, Lou." Harry sniffled, wrapping his coat closer to himself as he trudged down the street. "It's not fair. It's not fair that they all get to be happy and in love and have their partners with them when I can't be with you." OR The one where Harry misses Louis

#fic recs #28th appreciation

[jennydolfen]

Demons run when a good man goes to war

#critical role #critical role fanart #jenny dolfen #bells hells #procreate art #orym of the air ashari #critical role spoilers #digital watercolor #bor'dor dog'son #wither and bloom #of all the times liam has broken my heart #this was the worst #poor little guy #and poor ruby vanguard

[allwaswell16]

A fic rec of angsty omegaverse One Direction fics as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave the writers kudos and comments! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

— Louis/Harry —

💔 Light, Spark and Fire (series) by green_feelings / @greenfeelings

(M, E, 239k, Louis/Harry, Zayn/Liam) Louis and Zayn run a music label, Liam is Britain’s up-and-coming pop star, Harry’s working on taking Louis’ walls down until he builds his own up, and Niall holds them all together without realising he does.

💔 Saving Symphony Hall by @helloamhere

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

💔 Strawberries & Cigarettes by dimpled_halo / @comebackassholes

(E, 76k, exes) Two stories, eleven years, and the two boys that never stopped loving each other.

💔 These High Walls by LarryAlways28

(E, 68k, musician Louis) Harry was raised exactly as a Styles heir should be: sharp as a tack, witty, charming, and powerful. He was the ideal son - until he presented as an Omega.

💔  Maybe You’ll Like the Way I Am by @lululawrence

(NR, 55k, accidental bonding) When Louis’ alpha neighbor asks him to pretend to be his omega for a week, Louis immediately says no.

💔 Your Gift is Wasted On Me by therogueskimo / @bravetemptation

(NR, 54k, neighbors) Omega Louis has severe touch deprivation and is averse to touch. But he’s fine. Really.

💔 Bear with me by 28sunflowers / @vintageumbroshirt​  

(E, 46k, omega/omega) But try as they might, the one fact that remains true is that children don’t save broken relationships. Sometimes things just aren’t meant to be.

💔 Wild Hearts Run Free by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom

(E, 42k, secrets) When fate and Mother Nature conspire to trap the two strangers together, will Harry’s worst fears be proven, or will Louis find a way to break down his walls and lead him into the light?

💔 Canyon Moon by delsicle / @eeveedel

(E, 40k, Lion King au) For as long as Louis has remembered, he has been promised to be mated to Harry, his best friend and the future pack alpha. But Louis’s heart belonged to the forest and to the hunt more than he could ever imagine it belonging to Harry.

💔 Follow Your Arrow by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

(T, 36k, canon) They said Louis playing alpha wouldn’t affect anything. It was the best thing for the band, so he doesn’t really regret it except deep in the dead of night, when he bites down on his knuckles to swap the echoing ache of depri for a sting of pain.

💔 Too Young To Know by @2tiedships2

(M, 35k, exes to lovers) the one where Harry doesn’t present as an alpha… until he does.

💔 Compass to my Soul by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(T, 31k, canon) Louis Tomlinson, omega, is 1/5 of world famous boy band One Direction. He spends his time hoping his bandmates don’t notice him.

💔 where the lights are beautiful by twoshipsdrifting / @polkadotlou

(E, 31k, accidental bonding) If that had been his life, his goal, Louis would feel pretty good about himself now. As it is…Louis feels like shit.

💔  Sisterwives by @jaerie 

(E, 32k, omega/omega) Louis thinks he's getting everything he's ever dreamed of. Harry helps him find what makes him truly happy.

💔 Compete Against the Stars by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose

(M, 30k, uni) An A/B/O au where Louis finds out he's claimed to another Alpha. Angst ensues.

💔 The Risen (series) by @creamcoffeelou

(E, 28k, cult au) In search of the next breaking story, Harry goes off to do something no one else has been able to do: get the scoop on Louis Tomlinson and his devoted group of followers.

💔  tread lightly on my ground by fairytalelights / @lookslikefairytale

(E, 20k, mpreg) the one where Harry is having Louis’ baby, but Louis doesn’t know it’s his

💔  Keep Me Closer by zanni_scaramouche / @zanniscaramouche

(T, 18k, uni) Louis expects Harry to react poorly, maybe even file a formal complaint and that’s gonna suck ass but Louis won’t say shit cause he knows he deserves it, so he prepares an apology before Harry’s even turned around.

💔 No Easy Love (Could Make Me Feel This Way) by @allwaswell16

(E, 17k, exes) an Alpha Louis/Alpha Harry au where they get a second chance to make things right with the love of their life.

💔 With love comes strange currencies by mediaville

(E, 16k, canon) They're Accidentally Mated and Dealing With It Rather Badly.

💔 Him & I by @notasawrap

(NR, 8k, mpreg) Louis thinks Harry has a lover and he's willing to let's Harry go to be happy with someone else even if it hurts the three of them.

💔 A Silver Lining In A Storm (You Were Lightning, I Was Born) by @fallinglikethis

(E, 6k, arranged marriage) Omega Prince Harry had always known that he was going to have an arranged marriage. But after the death of his first fiancé, a man who turned out far worse than Harry thought possible, his subsequent marriage to the man's brother leaves Harry finding it difficult to trust that everything will work out.

💔 lucky once, could be lucky again by @jaerie

(E, 2k, famous/not famous) Louis has been letting the rich and famous knot him for cash since he found himself walking out on the lavish lifestyle of his rockstar future mate.

— Rare Pairs —

💔 Pride by iwanttowriteyouafic

(E, 86k, Zayn/Liam)  the one where Zayn and Liam strike a deal to help each other through their dirtiest nights, but Zayn's perception of alphas may be preventing him from something purer

#ficrec #omegaverse #1dficvillage #hltracks #trackinghappily #trackinghome

[formulapai]

IT’S NOT OVER, RIGHT?

a logan sargeant angst to fluff scenario🧡

scenario: this season’s been hard on him, and on your relationship. after a date night gone awfully wrong, one question hangs in the air: is it the end ?

warning: cursing

pai’s words: broke my own heart wtf. I NEED him to stay in formula one, he deserves a second chance, he deserves to show everyone how he can improve. he has potential and we all know it, he deserves tk be able to prove it.

The ride back is eerily quiet, only the rhythmic tapping of the rain echoing in the car. His grip on the steering wheel is strong, leaving his knuckles white, while yours are fidgeting with your pants as you try to occupy your mind. The weather is terrible outside, wind mercilessly hitting the vehicle, cold seeping inside even when the heating is blaring. It’s chilling but not as much as the silence between the two of you, two hearts that used to be one, drifting apart amidst the storm.

The apartment is growing closer now, although you doubt you can call it “home”, not anymore. It’s merely a place you share, a memory, now tainted by his absence and your everlasting hope, starting to fade away like the rain outside. You know that for you two, no rainbow will come. The sound of the engine that was filling the void is now cut, leaving the interior uncomfortably muted, more than it ever was.

You open the door, contrasting how he used to open the door for you at any given occasion, always your prince in shining armor. It’s all rusty now, broken and beaten and not able to protect you, not even able to protect himself. He’s a king and his kingdom is crumbling down, weighing on his shoulders and aching his soul, scarring him down to his very bones. You can only watch him fall under the pressure, knowing full well that words can only do so much, having learned by experience. You’ve tried, again and again, Oscar tried, Liam tried, everyone tried. Everyone except the ones causing his pain, the ones burying him under piles and piles of stress, piles of unrealistic goals and results, piles of offhandedly remarks about his future.

The place is warm, warmer than the car was, warm enough to ease some of your tension and some of his, too. You need to talk, to get to the bottom of this, to fight for this relationship, but you’re so tired of doing all the fighting. He has his own battles of course, but this one is not yours only, and you can’t hold the ship together by yourself, you need him. Of course, you did talk about it, you always do, it always ends up the same way. It’s breaking you two apart, it’s breaking him even more than the rest.

“Logan..”

He freezes, not ready for another fight, another sleepless night alone in the other room, another tear in his heart. He can’t do this anymore, his fight gone with his future in formula one, at least that’s what everyone is thinking, even his team. He still hums, turning to you, because despite it all, you’re his only hope, his only anchor.

“I love you.”

Your voice is soft, timid, scared. He loves you dearly, loves you more than anything he knows and will ever know, you’re well aware of that.

“I love you, too.”

It’s all unspoken words now, eyes speaking because your voice can’t. You need to go through this, you promised each other the highs and the lows, no matter how low. You believe in him, you believe in the two of you and your life together.

“I’ll fight for us, I’ll fight for you, too, Logan. I’ll make it work I promise.”

“It’s not fair on you, it’s a two-people kind of thing.”

You approaches him carefully, your hands reaching out for his. It’s not fair, no, but what’s he’s going though is not fair even, and you can’t do much about it except supporting him in the only ways you know.

“I know, but you have your own battles right now. I’ll fight alone for now, I’ll hold us together until you’re ready to join in. I don’t care how much time it’s going to take, I’m doing this for us.”

He takes your hands in his, no longer white with pressure, now soft and warming. He brings you into him slowly, unsure of the boundaries you haven’t yet fixed.

“I’ll forever be grateful for you, my love. I promise you I’ll do my best to help you, I want this to work. I can’t lose you, too, I’m already losing everything.”

Your head finds its spot on his shoulder, finally at home.

“You’re not losing, not me, not your job, not anything. Fight your battles, I’ll fight ours.”

#logan sargeant fluff #logan sargeant x reader #logan sargeant #f1 fluff #f1 x reader #f1 imagine

[http-paprika]

I love your stories so much lemme tell you I binge read all of em and I wanted to ask if maybe you could write a ghost x wife reader where he has a nightmare about losing them

In With the Rain | Simon "Ghost" Riley

My first-ever request, aren't I such a lucky gal! Anyways, this took forever for me to get around to writing, sorry. This was also a difficult request to answer because I know others have done stories similar. So, if there are any similarities, it purely by coincidence. Enjoy!

wc: 719 pairing: simon "ghost" riley x f!reader warnings: brief mentions of violence, gore, and death; along with way too much angst. includes: ghost being a caring father and husband.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The storm outside raged loudly like the one inside of Simon’s mind. He couldn’t distinguish between the beating of rain against the bedroom window and the spray of builts piercing against him.

Screaming, searing pain beat into him as the battle in his mind ran loose. The line between reality and delusion thins as the distinctive smell of iron violently rips through his senses, and the warm liquid seeps through his gear and clothes. The crumpled figure in his arms clings to him with what little strength it has, his wife's battered and beaten remains. His love, the person who’d pulled him through so many storms before, a firm foundation that has been reduced to broken skin and bones. It aches in his body, the feeling of her heart losing its rhythm, and the slowing of her breath. Like a knife through his chest, through all the layers of ice he’d built to prevent something like this from happening. 

“Y/N! God! Y/N!” Simon wants to scream, but his voice comes out hoarse as if he’s been screaming for her for hours. Hot tears stream down his face, clinging to his mask and falling onto her discolored skin. How could he have done this to her? In his mind, Simon always feared he’d be her downfall, her upcoming, but this was worse than he’d ever dreamed.

 Cracking thunder against the sky jolts him awake, like the shockwave of a bomb ringing through his ears, heightening his heart rate. The battlefield had dissolved around him, he was no longer stranded in some horrific, unforgiving place, but in the safety of his townhouse. The sheets have been kicked to the end of the bed Simon shares with his wife, his hand reaches to his right, searching desperately for her body and warmth. But the bed is empty, only keeping remnants of her warm and an indentation of where her body had laid. 

 Almost falling out of bed, he stumbles through the room, not giving a second glance to his disheveled state as he passes the mirror. He searches with vigor through the house, in the bathroom, in his son’s bedroom, in the office, all through the rooms but Simon can’t find her, the house is an empty shell with no one but him. 

 Standing in the kitchen, his body shakes with fear after being unable to find her or their son. Were they gone? Disappearing from his life and taking his security with them. But the light from the back porch catches his attention, Simon could’ve sworn he’d turned it off before retiring for the night. His hand reaches the handle, and the door which he’d most definitely locked, creaks open. Stepping out, where the rain is no longer muffled by the outside, his eyes finally fall on her. She’s curled up on the lounger, their son tucked in the crook of her arms. 

 “Y/N?” She uncurls herself enough to turn and stare at Simon, eyes drooping from an evident lack of sleep. “What’re you doing out here?” 

 “Liam wasn’t sleeping, and you know the rain calms him down.” He nods at her statement, stepping and sitting at the foot of the lounge chair. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you.” 

“S’not your fault.” Simon sighs, rubbing his face before returning to look at their infant child. “Thought you were gone for a moment.” 

“Oh–” Y/N frowns, knowing what he’d meant. It’d been some time since he’d had one of those dreams, the last few times being right after Liam was born. “Well, we’re still here. We’re not going anywhere, Simon.” 

 “I know, I shouldn’t worry you with my problems.” He responds, putting a hand on her knee. “Sorry.” 

 “You know you don’t have to apologize to me about that, I’m your wife. You’re allowed to tell me when you’re worried or afraid.” She reminds him, repositioning Liam so that she can place a hand on top of Simon’s. “I’m here for you, don’t ever forget that.” 

 “Thank you. I could never ask for more.” A smile ghosts Simon’s face as he looks back at her. Knowing, truly knowing that she was there for him, and she was safe. As long as he was alive, they’d be safe. And those nightmares would never be anything more than that. 

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #call of duty mw2 #ghost #cod mw22 #ghost mw2 #y/n #fanfiction #angst fanfic #angst #angst with a happy ending #anon ask #anon request #nightmares #hes got trauma okay #such a good dad and husband omg

[atruththatyoudeny]

Happy 28th! Here are all the lovely fics I read this month

with venom on your tongue | wildestdreams | [91k] While Louis had to try so hard to stay focused and be the best, Harry somehow did the same things with ease and confidence. He hated how Harry glided through life, carrying happiness on his shoulders like it was nothing when it was arduous for Louis. His carefree demeanor made Louis feel crazy. But that feeling just motivated him to always keep his eyes on the prize. Number one in the class rankings every year and the valedictorian spot the next year when they graduated. He was so close he could taste it. And if the only thing in his way was Harry Styles, then Louis was willing to up the stakes to figure out what made him weak just to beat him. “Whatever,” Louis eventually said to Liam. “He’s a fucking cliche.” or a boarding school AU where Harry and Louis are academic rivals until they realize they’re more similar than they thought.

Angels Fly | LilyBlue28 | [203k] Harry is a lonely omega in the North Western White River Pack who is uncharacteristically drawn to nature and his now outdated primal instincts. He fills his days with going through the motions and clinging to the one actual friendship he has in the omega Zayn, and when he gets a chance he sneaks away to the edge of their territory to sit with the trees and the wildlife and sketch his favorite part of the river. But what happens when one day he spots the pack alpha, Louis, having an intimate moment with something, or someone, unexpected? Suddenly his quiet, nearly invisible existence gets upended, and secrets he never wanted to know quite literally won't leave him alone, and even when he tries to stay away, he keeps being pulled back into Louis' turbulent orbit. A magical love story featuring a generations long grudge, a menacing curse, and secrets that keep pulling them apart. Will they be able to find a way back to one another through the dark?

Fuck You For Ruining New York City For Me | galactic_larry | [11k] Harry met Louis in college and fell in love with him in record time. Louis broke up with him in their New York apartment, so Harry left the city for good. Except now he’s back, visiting with his new boyfriend. What happens when they run into each other at a bar three years after breaking up?

i've got something to confess, i keep you in my pocket to use | babylwt | [16k] "You made Harry Styles practically swoon over you, admit you’re beautiful to basically the world, he asked for your number and you said no. Like, you have to be joking.” Bella tsks as she sits up straight, grabbing Louis’ computer off his lap and putting it off to the side. Louis moves to reach for it, sighing in defeat as he leans back against his pillows. “You know how it goes with those sports guys. They’re just after having a good time before they have to go to the next city and play another game and find another person to swoon.” Louis explains. “It just wouldn’t have worked and I’m too busy right now.” Louis shrugs. “Too busy to fuck Harry Styles?” Bella asks with a raised brow. “Yes, even too busy to fuck Harry Styles.” Or Prompt 251: Harry is a hockey player and he's in the middle of a press conference when Louis, a journalist, asks him a question. Harry sees him ans says something like "oh my god, he's so beautiful" to his teammate and only realized his mic was on when the pretty boy blushes and the room breaks in a laugh

My heart might be broken (but I won't be broken down) | elleseekeepdriv | [46k] A story about a couple falling in love and becoming a family, and then breaking up and dealing with a heartbroken daughter while surviving their own heartbreak But at its core, a story about a couple fighting against biphobia, fighting for their love, and learning to accept each other while learning to accept themselves.

Hello Again | Alwaysinlove | [31k] Thea Tomlinson and Belle Styles are work besties. When Belle decides that Harry needs a date for his fiftieth birthday party, Thea suggests her Dad. What the pair don't know, is that Harry and Louis went on a date nearly thirty years previously, and it didn't end well... Set in 2030

#28th appreciation #fic rec #my fic rec #monthly fic rec #my reads #larry fics #completed fics

[sunflowervoltwentyeight]

Happy 28th! Here's my June 2023 fic rec, organized in the order I read them. Enjoy!

Sun Means The Sky'll Be Blue by pearlydewdrops / @moonhusbands (91k)

As the only singleton under thirty attending his cousin's five-day wedding, Harry is desperate to find a date, or at least a reason to get people's questions about his love life off his back. So when Louis, Harry's old uni roommate and fellow wedding attendee waltzes back into his life, Harry seizes the opportunity, pretending Louis is his ex-boyfriend and that it's a sore subject not to be mentioned.

If it's a little bit closer to the truth than Harry would like, well, he's a master at living in denial.

So cue a mess of trudged-up feelings, past misunderstandings, a rekindled summer romance and a whole lot of sexually-charged bickering.

Becoming Us by sweariwouldnt (59k)

Married at First Sight is a television show in which hopefuls looking for The One are matched by experts deeming them to be the perfect match. The twist? They meet each other for the first time at the altar. When they exchange their 'I do's'. And get married for real.

One Harry and Louis find each other at the altar. They have five weeks to make or break the set-up marriage.

Say You'll Remember by whisperdlullaby (93k)

au. louis and harry are best mates that are only half aware that they're also soulmates. alternatively, louis goes to university and harry travels the world, and they always manage to find their way back to each other.

takes place over nine years, in which they love and hurt, make mistakes and learn, and above all, grow.

Heading For Limbo by kingsofeverything / @kingsofeverything (100k)

Childhood best friends who’ve fallen in and out of touch with each other since Louis’ family moved away when they were thirteen, Harry and Louis find their paths crossing again and again. Each time, no matter how many miles apart or how many years it’s been, it’s as if no time has passed. They fall back into their easy friendship, until life intervenes and sends them on their separate ways once more.

When Harry discovers some life-changing things about himself, Louis is there for him, however he needs. But it’s all temporary because Louis has plans that will move his life from New York all the way to L.A. and the distance isn’t the only thing between them.

The pieces of their twice broken hearts are scattered from the Atlantic to the Pacific.

Flash Forward to Forever by akatomlinson / @mason-conaway (73k)

Louis narrows his eyes, wanting more than anything to tell Liam to go fuck himself, but he can’t be sure, is the thing. As much as he knows for a fact that he would never date someone like Harry Styles, he has months missing from his memory. And it’s scary to think that, in that time, everything he’s come to know about himself could have changed so drastically.

Or the one where Louis loses his memory and Harry just about loses his mind trying to win him back (or something)

Sent by the Sun by etherealbliss / @givesuethemoon (53k)

“I know,” Louis mutters, ghosting his mouth over Harry’s pulse point, “that if you’d stop wasting your time with him, if you’d just let me… I could show you so many things. I could change everything for you. There are ways in which you could be seduced that you haven’t even dreamed of, angel.”

At that, Harry breaks.

 In 1970s Los Angeles, Harry is a groupie who aches to feel alive. Louis is the lead singer of a rock band who aches to know him.

Halfway Home by itsmotivatingcara / @itsmotivatingcara (103k)

Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson were improbable childhood friends, much to Harry's dismay. They were thrown together each summer when Harry was forced to visit Louis' grandfathers' ranch in Black Hills, South Dakota. With each passing year their friendship blossomed into something more. When trail rides turned to stolen kisses, and tragedies turned to confessions, until they could no longer deny the inevitable draw they felt for one another.

Though life and their future plans soon set them on different paths.

Ten years later, Louis is the proud owner of Halfway Home Wildlife Refuge. Harry returns to the ranch to escape the perils of his past in London, and though their memories still haunt Louis, he won't let that deter him from his goals. However, someone has been keeping a close eye on the refuge, and possibly Louis specifically, and Harry's return may have unleashed more that just old passions. There's a hunter lurking in the Hills, someone who's decided they've bided their time long enough.

Not That Gone Series by abrighteryellow / @a-brighter-yellow

Hello My Name is Harry (2k) Louis’s 20-year high school reunion takes a turn when a celebrity classmate – who also happens to be Louis’s long unrequited crush – unexpectedly shows up. A famous/not-famous AU inspired by Chris Evans.

Not That Gone (60k)

Around four in the afternoon on day two, Harry was dropping kisses on Louis' chest and heading downwards when he abruptly stopped. “I can move back here,” he said, propping himself up on the mattress with his hands. Louis' eyes popped open and he looked up at him, totally lost. “What?” “For a while,” Harry continued, the idea taking hold. “Hang out with my mom. Work on my script. Be with you.” Louis had already resigned himself to the fact that this weekend was a crack in the space-time continuum that would soon close, sending him and Harry back to their respective, very different lives. It would be a memory that would keep him warm when he was an old, old man – that time one of People’s 50 Most Beautiful had kept him on his hands and knees for two days straight. He wasn’t so stupid as to hope for more. “You’re crazy,” Louis scoffed. Harry’s eyes shone. “Am I?” A few weeks after Louis and Harry, *ahem*, reconnect at their high school reunion, Harry temporarily moves back home. Louis isn't sure he has the emotional fortitude for a prolonged fling with the man of the dreams. For Ten Minutes Straight (1k) Louis has a ritual for when Harry's away – and a good reason for keeping it private.

#2023 fic rec #june fic rec #larry fic rec #28th appreciation #trackinghappily #hlcreators #trackinghome #read #1dficvillage

[alexandia03]

Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros - Theories, Spoilers and Headcannons

This post will serve as my way of making order in my own mind, in a way. I finished Fourth Wing three days ago and I feel like my mind is exploding. I have read lots of theories and I have my own to add to the list, so... maybe if I put them in one place and start a discussion with you all, we might find some answers - considering November does not seem to come any soon.

Before I forget -

This post will be like an analogy of theories, spoilers, headcannons. If you did not finish the book yet, I suggest scrolling over it. See you when you join our little club of desperate broken hearts post-reading.

And now... let`s begin.

1. Returning to Basgiath

Who will return to Basgiath is the most important question I have. You can read the synopsis for Iron Flame here.

From the synopsis for the second book, we know that Violet will return to the war college and I can think of a few reasons for her to return: she wants to keep her promise to Liam (ouch, my aching heart) to keep an eye on his younger sister (Sloane?), but at the same time I have the feeling that Violet will act as a spy for the rebellion throughout Iron Flame.

And it is not a bad idea. I mean, Violet did not raise any suspicions in the first book. Sure, her connection with Xaden was frowned upon, but most of the people in command (her mother, the king, Dain`s father and some teachers) saw her as a victim in the situation.

“Their dragons are mated,” Mom offers, her smile chilling. “So she’s grown quite close to him out of necessity.” “That’s excellent.” King Tauri beams. “It’s good to have a Sorrengail on lookout for us. You’ll let us know if he decides to, oh, I don’t know.” He laughs. “Start another war?” (Chapter 31)

Bonus - Violet is a Sorrengail. There are few others with better access to information and our little Violence has a talent to stumble over secrets.

The problem is... who will return with her?

I have seen people saying Xaden might remain behind in Aretia, considering the attack was a plan to kill him and the others. Perhaps a plan orchestrated by Violet`s mom - and because Violet was added to Xaden`s squad afterwards and considering Dain`s objections, it seems that her presence was not part of the initial plan. But can Xaden remain behind? I will highlight the main reasons I don`t think so:

The most obvious reason - Tairn and Sgaeyl. They can not be separated for a long period of time and Xaden cant just come by (even in secret) every few days without being noticed. From the synopsis, we know that Violet will be directly watched by that new vice commandant - he will not turn a blind eye to a certain blue dragon (from a rare breed) coming and going as she pleases.

I read a fanfic where Violet choses to leave Tairn behind and return with Andarna, which might be a possibility in theory - let me explain it briefly: this theory suggests that Violet will pretend Tairn died in the attack along with his mate and the other riders and dragons and her bond with Andarna saved her from a fate similar to Liam`s. It is a plausible lie, but... have we met Tairn? He is the ultimate protective dad figure, he would rather die than let Violet on her own where he can not be. He had a saddle and a baby carrier made for Violet and Andarna, so I doubt he will be okay with it. And before someone comes to suggest he can hide somewhere nearby - he is freaking huge, guys.

Another reason I think Violet will not come alone is the threat Dain poses. Sure, she will not let him get near her again, but it might be beyond her control. What if he is ordered to interrogate her by someone higher in the food chain? That is why I think Imogen must be returning with her, but I will get into a deeper discussion about Imogen later (I absolutely adore her). Her signet might be the only way to avoid Dain`s prying hands.

Besides, Xaden will die of longing and worry if Violet leaves without him.

What I think will happen?

They will all return. Or at least Xaden and Imogen will return with her. Xaden will be appointed to a position somewhere far away or somewhere he can be closely watched by someone the command trusts - maybe with Mira?

It might be a good occasion to gain Mira`s trust and get her to join the rebellion (let`s be honest, she will join it at some point).

OR!

Only Imogen will return with Violet. Considering her signet lets her wipe recent memories, she can facilitate meetings with Xaden and Sgaeyl.

However, I am fairly certain that Xaden will return. There would be no reason for the new vice commander to pressure Violet to spill out our shadow boy`s secrets if they would think him dead.

2. Professor Carr

The second matter on the list... I don`t know if anyone else noticed, but there is a paragraph in the book, during Violet`s training sessions with him, when he says something like this:

“And the fact that you bonded Tairn makes you and Riorson the most coveted pair of riders this kingdom has seen in far too long. If I could offer a piece of advice?” His eyes narrow. “Please do.” At least he’s brutally honest, so I know where I stand with him. “Keep your loyalties clear. You and Riorson both have exceptional, lethal power that any rider would be envious of. But together?” His bushy brows furrow. “You would be a formidable enemy who command could simply not afford to let exist. Do you understand what I’m saying?” His voice softens.

Why am I interested in this passage? Because it sounds like a warning and not the make-sure-you-are-loyal-to-Navarre sort of warning. I fail to see any kind of loyalty or admiration for the command on Carr`s part - the opposite, really. I would go so far as to say he might be in on the rebellion.

Why does he train Violet privately? Why not on school grounds? I have the feeling he knows that her ability might be the only weapon against wyverns and venins.

Am I crazy?

3. Imogen

By far the most interesting theory I have come across. Here is a link to a Reddit theory about it, which I absolutely agree with. If the person who wrote it comes across this post - I fucking love you, mate.

To sum it all up...

Imogen has the power to wipe memories and there are some moments that seem suspicious.

How does Violet know about Imogen`s signet? I doubt the pink haired raider would just tell her during training. And how come Violent doesn`t go into detail about it? Perhaps because Imogen wiped out this memory.

The author of this theory also goes into detail about how it is possible for Imogen to wipe out memories, but not knowledge, about how it is probably a secret few are in on. They also give a plausible explanation as to why Imogen seems to be absent during the Montserrat trip and as to why Xaden has a lighter backpack when they leave. Absolutely brilliant.

But I can`t help but notice... did Xaden come to Montserrat only for that weapon transport, thus lying about Sgaeyl not resisting to be far from Tairn for more than 3 days? Because this changes... a hell of a lot of things.

We can all agree that Imogen will have a central role in the next books - you can probably tell by now that I am excited.

Seriously, take a look at that post.

4. Brennan Sorregail

The piece of resistance!

He is alive and part of the rebellion. Okay, we all get that. But... how? And how much of what has been happening is he in on?

Did he correspond with Xaden? Did he know about Violet and made Xaden protect her? Shadow boy here was clearly in on the secret of Brennan being alive. I want answers, Yarros!

Is Brennan in a leading position in the rebellion?

Where will he stand on Violet returning to Basgiath?

I feel like he will be the wild card of the series. It will be like a bomb when he starts spilling all the information he has, I can tell. And I love it already.

I feel like Violet`s dad knew about it all - about the real reason behind the rebellion, about the wyverns and venins and about his son faking his death. I want to know more about the Sorrengail men, please and thank you.

Anyhow, this is all for today. I will probably continue to collect theories and post them separately. Please feel free to comment your own thoughts - I am open to discussions as long as we keep it civil, guys!

And as a side note - does anyone know a group chat or something for Fourth Wing? I desperately need people to talk to about this amazing book. Or role-playing groups? Message me if you are on the same boat.

Kisses!

#fourth wing #theory #xaden riorson #violet sorrengail #tairneanach #andarna #sgaeyl #xaden and violet #imogen #critical role spoilers #spoilers #speculations #xaddy #brennan sorrengail #rebecca yarros #iron flame

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Pet for Rent , Chapter 3/4 (The Adoption) A CS Modern AU Story

Ready for Chapter 3? Here we go!

Thanks to all of you who are reading and liking this story that was purely written because it was therapeutic for me. It was a year ago today that my Zeke was diagnosed with cancer. This is also written for all of you who have sent a beloved pet over the rainbow bridge yourself. I hope you find it an uplifting story, even though it was born from a broken heart.

Chapters on Tumblr - Ch 1 (The Meet Cute) Ch 2 (The Idea)

Chapter summary: Emma and Killian go out on a date, and Winston has his 'gotcha' day.

Rating: M (for smut in the last chapter, which can easily be skipped if that's not your thing)

Words: 7108

Also posted to Ao3 and ffn

Story begins under the cut

“Wake up, kid,” Emma said the next morning, gently shaking her son.

Henry rolled over and rubbed his eyes, then looked at the Minecraft clock on his nightstand. “You never wake me up this early on Sunday.”

“I know, but we’re going to church today.”

He pushed himself up in bed, yawning widely. “We usually watch it virtually, though. You said you like to do it that way.”

“Yeah well, today I thought we would go to Gentle Shepherd Church. I’ve heard good things about it, including the fact that it has a Sunday School class for you and an adult one for me.””

  “I thought only kids had Sunday School classes.”

“Well, Killian said the adult class is more like a Bible Study.”

“So this is the church where Killian goes?”

“Yeah. It is,” Emma said.

“Oh, boy!” Henry exclaimed, throwing the covers off and jumping out of bed. “That’s where Mr. and Mrs. Nolan go, too!”

Emma laughed. “I guess you do pay attention sometimes.”

“Do I have to dress up?”

“Killian said it’s casual. Just wear your khakis and a nice shirt. I’m going to get breakfast started.”

“Can we have pancakes?”

“If you promise not to get syrup on your clothes,” she replied, as she left the room.

As they ate, Henry wondered aloud if anyone from his class at school went to the church they were going to attend.

“It’s very possible, there are only three churches in town.”

“That would be cool! Are we going to sit with Killian?” he asked, before shoving a huge forkful of pancake in his mouth.

“Take smaller bites, Henry. I don’t want to have to give you the Heimlich manuever this morning.” That earned her a mischievous grin around his mouthful of food. “I don’t know who we’ll sit with, honestly. Belle and Liam go to that church, also.”

Henry swallowed. “They do? I haven’t seen Belle for a long time, and I never met Liam.”

“It has been a while. Hopefully, we’ll be seeing her more often.” She took a drink of her coffee, then slowly set the mug back on the table. “Listen Henry, I need to tell you something.”

He swirled his last bite of pancake through the small lake of syrup on his plate, then looked up at her curiously. “What?”

“I, uh, I talked to Killian last night after you went to bed, and um, he asked me to go out with him.”

Henry’s eyes widened. “On a date?”

“Yeah.”

“When?”

“Tuesday evening. I’m going to ask Belle if she can watch you. Is that okay?”

“Uh-huh,” he said, his shoulders rising and falling in a non-chalant shrug. “Where are you going?”

“Out to eat at that nice Italian restaurant down by the harbor.”

“Okay,” he said, then put the remainder of the pancake in his mouth.

“Are you sure you don’t mind?”

He swallowed before saying, “I like Killian. He’s always really nice to me, and to you, too. Plus he likes soccer and dogs.”

Emma chuckled. “I guess that makes him a good guy, huh?”

Henry nodded, grinning widely. “Yep.”

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Emma pulled into the parking lot, marveling at the number of vehicles already parked there. She hadn’t realized so many people attended the church.

When she first came to town, she took Henry to a different church a few blocks away, but they didn’t have a nursery and Henry was too active to sit still through an entire service. By the time it was over, she was worn out from trying to keep him quiet, received several dirty looks from sanctimonious people, and had gotten nothing out of the sermon. After a few weeks, she gave up and started watching live church services that were posted on YouTube instead.

“There’s Killian’s car,” Henry piped up from the back seat, having spotted his black Elantra.

Emma pulled into the open space beside it and cut the engine. Looking in the rearview mirror, she pushed strands of hair behind her ear and checked her lipstick.

“You look good, Mom,” Henry said. “I haven’t seen you wear a dress for a long time.”

She smiled at him in the mirror. “Thanks, kid. I haven’t had a reason to wear one for a while. I figured I might as well since they’ve just been hanging in my closet.”

They exited the car and approached the building, wondering which door to enter.

“Hi, Henry!” a voice called from behind them.

They turned to see one of Henry’s classmates from school “Hey, Nicholas! I was hoping some of my friends would be here.”

“John, Devin and Mike will be here, too. We’re all in class together, and so are some of the girls.” Both boys rolled their eyes.

“Be nice,” Emma admonished.

They followed Nicholas and his family in through the side door, which led to the Sunday School rooms at the back of the church building. Emma walked with her son back to the class room where Nicholas led them, and met his teacher, Miss Bell.

“The kids all call me Tink,” she told Emma when she introduced herself. “Because of my last name, and the fact that apparently I look like a fairy.”

Emma laughed. “I suppose I can see that,” she said, taking in the petite form of the other woman. After seeing that Heny seemed to be comfortably settling in, she returned to the hallway, searching for the area where the adult class met.

“Emma!”

She turned to see Belle approaching, Liam’s hand clasped in her own as he trailed behind his fiancée. “Hey, you guys. It’s good to see you,” Emma said.

“You, too,” Belle chirped. “After all the times I’ve invited you to join us here at church, what made you decide to come today?”

Liam draped his arm around Belle’s shoulder. “Come now, Sweetheart, do you really need to ask that question? I think she might have gotten an invitation from my little brother.”

“Younger brother, you mean.” Emma turned to see Killian walking up behind her. “Good morning, Belle, Liam. Good morning, Swan. I’m very happy to see you made it. Is Henry already in his classroom?”

“Yeah, I just dropped him off. He’s excited to know several of the other kids.”

“Good! Our class meets in there,” he said, gesturing to a large room to her right.

They walked in to see two dozen people milling around, chatting with one another. Emma instantly spotted Henry’s school teacher, who smiled and waved when she saw her enter the room. Then she saw David walk in with two cups of coffee, one of which he handed to his wife.

“Would you like some coffee, Emma?” Killian asked.

“Uh, sure. That would be great. One sugar, please.”

“Have a seat anywhere. I’ll be right back.”

She watched him go, then sought out Belle and Liam, who had struck up a conversation with the Nolans. Walking over, she smiled at everyone. “Hello.”

“Good morning!” David’s wife greeted cheerfully. “I’m so happy to see you here, Ms. Swan.”

“I’m happy to be here, but please call me Emma.”

“Of course, and you can call me Mary Margaret, although Mrs. Nolan might be a little less of a mouthful!”

David chuckled, looking at his wife adoringly, before turning his eyes toward Emma. “This is the first time you’ve been to this church, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is. I’ve gotten into the habit of watching church services on YouTube on Sunday mornings, but with Henry getting older, I wanted to find a church that offered classes for a kid his age. Killian was telling me about the Bible study and the Sunday School program here and I thought we would give it a try.”

“Did I hear my name?” Killian said, coming up beside her. He gave her the coffee and a grin.

“Aye, we were just talking about the world’s biggest pratts,” Liam said.

“Liam!” Belle admonished, elbowing him. “We’re in church!”

“Could everyone please take their seats so we can get started?” a man with curly, red hair announced.

“That’s Archie, the teacher of the class,” Killian told Emma, gesturing to two open seats.

They sat down with Belle on Emma’s right and David on Killian’s left. “He’s the town psychiatrist, isn’t he?” Emma asked quietly.

“Aye. He leads excellent discussions in class and is great at getting everyone involved.”

Forty-five minutes later, Emma completely agreed with Killian’s statement about Archie Hopper. She thoroughly enjoyed the Bible study and was eager to find out if Henry liked his class, too. That question was answered when she stepped out into the hallway and her son came bounding toward her, grinning from ear to ear.

“How was it, kid?” she asked, unnecessarily.

“It was great, Mom! Can we come back next week?”

The church service proved to be inspirational and quite enjoyable, too. They sat in a pew between Killian, and Nicholas’ family. Afterwards, they stayed and chatted with several people Emma recognized from town, all of them making the newcomers feel very welcome.

When the service ended and it was time to leave, Emma and Killian shared a conspiratorial look before she asked Henry, “Hey kid, how would you like to have lunch with Killian?”

“At Granny’s?” he asked.

“No,” Killian chuckled. “Granny closes her diner on Sundays. Didn’t you see her in the choir?”

“Oh, yeah. I didn’t think about that,” Henry said. “Where will we go, then?”

“Killian invited us to his place to make sub sandwiches. How does that sound?”

Henry turned towards Killian. “Do you have bologna?”

Killian grimaced. “Afraid not. I won’t have that vile stuff in my home. I have ham, turkey, salami and cheese.”

“Ketchup?” Henry asked hopefully.

Trying to control another grimace, Killian said, “Aye, if you insist on it, I do have ketchup.”

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Killian lived in a two-story apartment building at the opposite end of town from Emma and Henry’s house. After they made their sandwiches and ate lunch, Killian showed them around. Besides the open kitchen/dining/living room area, it included a decent sized bathroom and two bedrooms, one of which he used as his office for work.

His apartment was on the first floor, and the sliding back doors opened out into a fenced-in common area for the building. The yard wasn’t huge, but it was big enough for a swing set for the children who lived there, as well as an open, grassy space, shaded by a couple of large trees.

As Henry stood looking around the area, Killian moved behind him and put his hands on his shoulders. “What do you think, lad? Is the yard big enough for a dog?”

Henry slowly turned his head to look up at him. “Are you getting one?”

Emma moved to stand in front of him. “Killian and I have been talking. I’ve been saying it wouldn’t be fair to adopt Norman because he would have to be cooped up in a crate all day…”

“But I work from home, so I’m here all day…”

“So if we adopted Norman…” She looked up at Killian, encouraging him to continue.

“I could take care of him during the day and he would stay with you in the evenings and overnight.”

Henry’s head was swiveling back and forth as the adults explained their plan, the confused look on his face morphing into one of surprise and cautious happiness. “So…so you’re saying we’re gonna adopt him?”

“If you promise to help take care of him and train him to obey,” Emma said.

“I will! I promise!” he shouted, flinging his arms around her waist. “Thank you, Mom!”

“You’re welcome,” she said, kissing the top of his head. “We wouldn’t be able to do it without Killian, though.”

Immediately he ended their hug and turned to give Killian one. “Thank you!”

“You’re very welcome, lad. I’m looking forward to having Win-, er, Norman as a companion, too.”

“We really ought to decide on one name,” Emma said. “He’s going to be confused if we’re calling him two different things.”

“Well, I suppose the better choice is Norman, since that’s the name the shelter gave him.”

“Do you think Norman is a good name, Mom?” Henry asked.

Emma shrugged her shoulders. “One name is as good as the other, as far as I’m concerned. You and Killian figure it out.”

“Let Henry name him,” Killian said. “I consider the dog to be his.”

“What do you think, kid?”

Henry scrunched up his face in thought. “Remember the book you read to me a long time ago that had a really mean woman in it? Her name was Norman, wasn’t it?”

“Her name was Norma,” Emma chuckled.

“It kinda sounds the same and you had to stop reading that book because she scared me, remember?”

“Are you saying you prefer Winston?”

He lifted one shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. “I guess. Is that alright?”

“Fine by me. Like Killian said, it’s up to you.”

“Winston will be so happy we’re adopting him!” Henry declared.

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Killian called David the next day to tell him of their plans to adopt the dog. David was very excited and told Killian the paperwork would be ready and he would have Winston fully vetted, licensed, chipped and groomed by the time they picked him up on Saturday.

When Killian called to relay this news to Emma that evening, she said, “I’ll pay the adoption fees, since he’s going to be Henry’s dog.”

“Emma…”

“No, I want to do this. That way, if you do move away, I won’t feel bad about you paying for a dog you don’t get to keep.”

He was quiet for several moments, considering her offer. “Okay, I’ll agree on one condition - that you let me pay for his food, treats and toys for the first month.”

“That will probably add up to more than the adoption fees,” she teased.

“That’s entirely possible,” he agreed, chuckling. “I understand Liam is going to come over with Belle to watch Henry tomorrow evening. Are you okay with that?”

“Yeah, I already talked to Belle about it today. I told her not to do anything that might scar my kid.”

Killian laughed again. “Poor Belle, she’ll have to make sure two kids behave.”

They chatted for another hour, finalizing plans for their date and discussing everything they would need for Winston. When they finally ended the call, Killian sat staring at his phone for several minutes, deep in thought. Emma’s comment about him possibly moving away had him mentally ticking off the pros and cons of such a move.

When he finished, he had far more reasons to stay, and the one at the top of the list was Emma Swan.

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“Mom! Belle and Liam are here!” Henry yelled.

Emma quickly finished applying her tinted lip glss, then did a final inspection in the full-lenth mirror. She was wearing a 3⁄4 sleeve deep red dress with a modest V neckline, the straight hemline falling just above her knees. Her ensemble was completed with black heels, silver jewelry and a black clutch purse. She’d spent extra time applying smokey eye makeup and curling her hair, which fell loosely down her back.

Satisfied with her reflection, she pulled her black and white houndstooth peacoat out of the closet and left the bedroom. Henry was just getting ready to open the door when she entered the living room.

“I’ll get the door, kid. You know I don’t like you to open it.”

“But I already saw who it is,” he protested.

“Sorry, but that’s the rule,” she reminded him, moving to the door as a knock sounded. She opened it to reveal Belle with Liam standing close behind.

“Oh, Emma, you look lovely!” the other woman exclaimed.

“She’s right,” Liam agreed. “You look far too nice to be going out with my little brother.”

Emma laughed and gestured them inside. “Thank you, but I think he would object to being called your little brother.” She took their coats to hang up, showed them where the emergency numbers were, and gave them instructions for Henry’s bedtime routine.

Just as she finished, there was another knock on the door. Before going to answer it, she gave the engaged couple a nervous smile and ran her hands down the front of her dress.

When she opened the door, all her nerves seemed to fly away, replaced with a sense of happiness at the prospect of going out with the man in front of her. Killian stood there, scratching behind his ear, a habit she found incredibly endearing. He was dressed in dark gray slacks, a white button down shirt and navy blue sports coat. She was pleased to see his eyes widen slightly when he saw her.

“Swan, you look…stunning,” he said.

“Thank you, Killian. You clean up pretty well yourself.”

“Hi, Killian!” Henry piped up, coming to stand beside his mother.

“Hello, lad. Are you ready for a fun evening with Belle?”

“What about me?” Liam asked, appearing behind Henry. “I’m a fun guy.”

“You make yourself sound like a mushroom, brother,” Killian snickered.

Liam folded his arms over his broad chest. “Are you really sure you want to go out with this idiot, Emma?”

“Yes, she is,” Belle said, “and the two of you are wasting time with your banter. Emma, you and Killian go and have a wonderful time. Don’t worry about Henry. He’s in good hands.”

“I know,” Emma said, bending down to kiss her son’s cheek. “Be good and listen to Belle and Liam, okay?”

“I will. Have fun, Mom.” Wrapping his arms around her, he added, “I love you.”

“I love you too, kid.”

“Goodnight, lad,” Killian said, ruffling the boy’s hair.

“‘G’night, Killian. See you Saturday!”

During their exchange, Emma went to get her coat and purse from the kitchen chair where she left them. When she returned, Killian took the coat from her and held it up for her to put on. After saying their final goodbyes, he escorted her down the sidewalk to his car, his hand resting on the small of her back.

Once they were both buckled into the comfortable leather seats, he looked over at her, picked up her hand, brought it to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “You truly do look beautiful this evening, Love.”

“Thank you,” she replied, knowing that her cheeks were beginning to turn the same color as her dress.

Giving her one more smile, he started the car and pulled away from the curb. Emma had wondered if things would be awkward between them during the date, but they carried on their conversation just as easily as they had from the very first day.

Each time she went out with a man, she caught herself constantly checking the time on her phone and wondering how Henry was doing. Tonight however, she was so caught up enjoying the good food, wine, and the handsome man she was with, she completely lost track of time. When she finally checked her phone screen as they pulled up in front of her house, she was shocked to find it was nearly eleven o’clock.

Killian opened her door and offered his hand to help her out of the car. They continued holding hands as they strolled casually up the sidewalk, the early autumn air cool against their cheeks.

When they reached her front door, she turned to him with a demure smile. “I suppose this is where I tell you I had a wonderful time and debate whether or not I should give you a kiss.”

He chuckled lowly. “Aye, I suppose it is. So tell me, Swan, what’s the verdict? Did you have a wonderful time?”

She put her hands on his chest, rubbing them over the lapels of his jacket. “Yes, I did. I don’t date very often, and this is by far the best date I’ve had in a very long time, maybe ever. I find it very easy to talk to you.”

“I feel the same, Emma,” he said, taking a step closer to her. “Now, have you made your decision about…”

She didn’t give him a chance to finish. Pushing up on her toes, she pressed her lips to his, wrapping her arms around his neck as she felt his encircle her waist. She intended the kiss to be brief, but found she quite enjoyed it and didn’t want it to end.

It was interrupted when the light outside her front door suddenly turned on, nearly blinding them despite their eyes being closed.

“What the bloody…” Killian began, just as the door swung open.

“Tsk, tsk, little brother,” Liam said with a maddening smirk on his face. “Kissing on the very first date? Wouldn’t that be considered bad form?”

“Liam, bloody hell!” Killian retorted.

At the same time, Belle’s voice could be heard from the living room. “Liam Albert Jones! That was mean! Just for that, you won’t be getting a kiss from me tonight when you take me home!”

As Liam pleaded his case, Emma giggled into Killian’s chest. “I guess our date is officially over.”

“Next time, could you please ask Belle not to bring my wanker of a brother along to watch Henry?”

“Next time?” Emma questioned. “I don’t remember you asking for a second date.”

Killian reached around her to close the door, then gazed into her eyes. “Will you go out with me again?” he asked quietly.

Her eyes darted back and forth between his, floored at the depth of hope and sincerity she saw there. She opened her mouth to answer him, but instead found herself kissing him again. This time, when they separated, she leaned her forehead against his with a sigh of contentment.

“May I take that as a yes?” he whispered.

“Absolutely,” she breathed. “Thank you for a fun and memorable evening, Killian.”

“It was my pleasure, Emma. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Okay.” Turning around, she opened the door slightly, then glanced back over her shoulder. “Goodnight, Killian.”

“Goodnight,” he replied.

She went inside and closed the door, leaning against it with a dreamy smile on her face. She had nearly forgotten she wasn’t alone, and was startled when Belle spoke.

“If that look on your face is anything to go by, I don’t need to ask if you had a good time.”

Emma could feel herself blushing, but gave her friend a smile and said, “I really did. We’re planning to go out again. By the way, Killian requested that if you watch Henry when we do, you forbid Liam to come along with you.”

While Belle laughed, Liam said, “Henry will disagree with that. He had a lot of fun with his Uncle Liam tonight.”

Emma’s jaw dropped. “You told him to call you ‘uncle’? Why did you do that?”

“He didn’t, he’s pulling your leg,” Belle explained, glaring at her fiancé. “I’m happy to report that Henry was much better behaved than Liam, who is going to have to earn his way back into my good graces.”

Hiding her giggle behind her hand, Emma listened to the couple playfully bicker, still able to feel Killian’s kiss on her lips and the happiness in her heart.

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On Friday, Emma picked Henry up from his after school sitter Ashley’s house and they went to Killian’s apartment. He insisted on making them homemade pizza before going to the store to buy necessities for Winston.

Henry chattered animatedly throughout supper, the topics ranging from how much he loved the pizza and who he sat with at lunch, to the new book he checked out at the school library. Most of all, he talked about all the things he and Winston would do together and how he would train him.

Emma and Killian shared humorous glances across the table while they listened. Since their date, they had texted each other a few times during the day and carried on lengthy phone conversations every evening after Henry went to sleep.

When they pulled into the parking lot of the pet supply store, Killian turned off the car as Emma looked back at her son. “Now, remember Henry, we have quite a bit of stuff left from Ernie, so we’re not going to buy a lot, okay?”

“Okay, but we can help Killian pick out everything he needs, right?”

Before Emma could answer, Killian said, “Of course, lad.”

“You might regret that,” she murmured, earning her a grin.

As they browsed the aisles, Emma slipped her hand into Killian’s. She felt him give it a squeeze and looked over to see him gazing at her with a warm smile. Then she turned her attention back to her son, who was examining the assortment of collars and leashes.

“What color do you think Winston likes better - red or orange?”

“Dogs are color blind, kid,” Emma informed him, “so I don’t think he will care one way or another.”

“Oh, yeah,” Henry said. “Well, which one do you like, Killian?”

“I recently developed quite a fondness for red,” he answered, giving Emma a wink. She blushed, knowing he was referring to the dress she wore for their date.

“That’s my favorite, too,” Henry declared, selecting a red leash from the rack. Emma and Killian helped him pick out a matching collar that was the right size for the fifty pound dog. They were added to the cart Henry was pushing, then they moved on to the aisle containing the dog beds.

As they looked over the display, Emma took the leash from the cart and studied the tag. “This says it’s good for dogs up to fifty pounds,” she read. “I think we should get the next bigger size, don’t you?”

Henry and Killian both agreed, and Emma left to go replace it. When she returned, she stopped short at the end of the aisle, blinking back sudden tears. Henry was kneeling on the floor in front of the beds, running his hands over them as he carried on a commentary about which one was the softest. Killian crouched beside him, his hand on the boy’s back, his attention completely focused on what Henry was saying.

For eight years, Emma denied herself a relationship with a man because she hadn’t met one that she thought would be a good match, not only for her, but more importantly for her son. Either they got skittish when they found out she had a son, or they tried too hard, overcompensating for their lack of experience with kids.

Then, thanks to a simple mistake on her part, she met a man who was fitting into their life so naturally, it was almost too good to be true. Her heart as a mother swelled witnessing how well Killian and Henry got along and what a truly wonderful role model Killian was for her son. At the same time, her heart as a woman fluttered at the possibility of finding someone who could be a perfect match for her.

Taking in a deep, steadying breath, she walked down the aisle to join the two most important people in her life.

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Saturday morning, Henry knelt on the sofa, his arms crossed on the back of it as he watched intently out the window for Killian’s car. Emma shook her head at her son’s impatience, but in all honesty, she was just as excited for the man to arrive.

Once they finished shopping the previous evening, Killian invited them in to watch a movie. The three of them browsed through the options on Killian’s streaming platforms, ultimately allowing Henry to choose The Super Mario Bros. Movie.

Killian made a huge batch of popcorn and the three of them settled on the couch to watch. Henry sat in the middle, holding the bowl with his eyes glued to the screen. Emma and Killian found themselves enjoying the movie too, even though they originally didn’t think it would hold any interest for them.

By the time the final credits rolled, the boy’s head was lolling against Killian’s arm. When Emma tried to get her son to wake up so they could go home, Killian took pity on the sleepy child and easily lifted him into his arms to carry him to Emma’s car. Before getting in the car herself, she and Killian shared a short, sweet kiss and she promised to call after Henry was in bed.

After arriving home and getting her son settled, Emma talked to Killian until she was starting to fall asleep and he teased her about finding him boring. The entire evening caused her emerging feelings for him to deepen even more.

Now, she was standing behind her son, watching for the familiar black car to turn the corner.

“Do you think he forgot?” Henry asked.

“He said he would be here at nine-thirty and he has ten more minutes. Try to be patient.”

Henry turned around, sat down, then rested his head against the back of the couch and heaved a sigh. “I just want to go get my dog.”

“I know, kid,” Emma soothed, rubbing her hand over his hair. “I’m excited to bring him home, too.” Glancing out the window, she smiled and said, “Look who’s here.”

His head shot up and he jumped off the couch, shouting, “He’s here! He’s here! Let’s go!”

Killian didn’t even have a chance to put the car in park before Henry was sprinting out the door, with his mother following behind him, still pulling on her coat.

Killian had just climbed out of the car when Emma reached the end of the sidewalk. “He’s a little eager to get there,” she said dryly.

“You don’t say,” Killian chuckled, looking into the back seat where Henry was already buckled in, nearly vibrating with excitement. Brushing a kiss against her cheek, Killian placed a hand on the small of her back to escort her around the rear of the car.

When they arrived at the shelter, Henry jumped out, clutching the new collar and leash in his hands. “C’mon, Mom,” he urged, hopping from foot to foot as he waited impatiently for the adults.

“Hold your horses, kid,” Emma replied, stepping from the car and closing the door as Killian did the same. “We have to sign some paperwork and pay the adoption fees, so it’s going to be a little while before Mr. Nolan brings Winston to you.”

“I know,” he said, “but the faster we go in there, the sooner we’ll get him.”

“You’ve got a point,” Emma agreed.

The three of them crossed the parking lot and Killian held the door for them to go inside. David was sitting at the desk behind the counter, a huge grin creasing his face when he saw them enter.

“Good morning!” he greeted. “I think Nor-, um, Winston senses something is going on. He was very excited when I fed him and let him out in the exercise yard this morning.”

“He probably knows it’s his ‘gotcha day’!” Henry declared. Turning to his mother, he added, “I told you he’s smart!”

David chuckled as he spread the paperwork out on the counter. After explaining each page, Emma signed where he told her and wrote a check for the fees. Henry gave him the collar so he could attach the dog license and chip information to it, then he asked the boy if he wanted to go with him to get Winston. To no one’s surprise, Henry jumped at the chance.

While they waited, Emma moved closer to Killian, reaching out to take his hands. “Thanks again for helping make this happen. It’s been hard watching Henry grieve for Ernie and have to tell him we can’t get another dog.”

“I can imagine, Love. I’m very happy I could help.” Dipping his head, he met her willing lips to share a kiss with her. After it ended, he said, “We need to plan our next date.”

“Yeah, about that,” she said, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, “I’m not sure it’s a good idea to leave Winston with Belle and Liam until he gets a little more used to his surroundings.”

He nodded in understanding. “That’s true. Well, if we can’t go out on a date, perhaps we can plan one where we stay in.”

“At my place or yours?”

Before he had a chance to answer, the door to the back opened and Winston came through, straining forward on his leash and practically dragging Henry behind him. Emma and Killian bent down to try to pet the whirling dervish of a dog, attempting to get him to settle down.

“I think you’re right about him knowing something special is happening, Dave,” Killian said. “I’ve never seen him act this way.”

“Dogs seem to have instincts about these things,” David noted.

“Is he ready to go?” Emma asked.

“Yep, he’s all yours!” David replied happily. Reaching down, he scratched the dog behind the ears. “Be good, Winston. Enjoy your new family!”

They went out the front door, laughing at the way the dog practically strutted to the car. Once they were all buckled in, including Winston with his new doggy safety belt, Killian drove out of the parking lot. Henry patted the dog’s head and said, “You’ll never have to come back here again, boy. You’re going to live with us forever.”

The drive back to Emma’s seemed to go much more quickly than the one to the shelter. Killian pulled up to the curb and Emma reminded Henry to hold tightly to Winston’s leash so he wouldn’t run into the street.

Killian walked up the sidewalk behind them, but stopped short of following them into the house. When Emma realized it, she asked, “Aren’t you coming in?”

“I, uh, I didn’t want to assume.”

“If you don’t mind sharing me with a boy and a dog, we can consider today a date,” she grinned.

He returned the grin. “Sounds good to me.”

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  After a full day of romping and playing with Winston, it was easy getting Henry to go to bed that evening. When Emma went into his room after he was done showering and brushing his teeth, she found him already under the covers with the dog laying beside him.

“He does have a bed, you know,” she said, without any intention of making the dog move.

“He likes it here, don’t you boy?” Henry said, rubbing the dog’s belly.

“If he needs to go out in the middle of the night, make sure you wake me up, okay?”

“I will,” he yawned. “Are we going to church tomorrow?”

“I’m planning on it. David said Winston seems to be crate trained, so we’ll see how he does in there for a couple of hours.”

They went through Henry’s bedtime routine and he was already asleep by the time she read one page of their current book.

“He’s one happy kid,” Emma said as she went back into the living room and sat down beside Killian on the sofa. “And you played a big part in making him feel that way.”

Killian toyed with the hem of his button-down. “You give me far too much credit, Love.”

“Why do you say that?” she asked, reaching out to tangle her fingers with his fidgeting ones.

“Because he’s been a happy lad since the first day I met him, and none of that was due to me. It goes to prove that he has a wonderful mother.”

“Some days I’m not so sure about that.”

He kept his head down, studying their entwined hands for several moments. Without looking at her, he said quietly, “Remember I told you that the woman I was dating previously was married?”

“Yeah.”

“She was several years older than me, and not only did she hide her marital status from me, she also failed to tell me she had a son.”

“Oh, wow,” Emma said. “That really must have come as a shock.”

“Aye, it did,” Killian affirmed. “One day after we broke up, I parked along the street down from his school and watched her arrive to walk him home. I wasn’t being a stalker, I was just curious. Her son was about the same age Henry is now, but he was nothing like your boy.” He finally looked up at her. “I’ve never seen a child look as sad and dejected as her son. It was as if he was carrying the weight of the world on his small shoulders.”

“Poor little boy.”

“Aye, and I’m sure it was because of the choices his parents made. They cared only for themselves and their own gratification, not about how they were affecting their son.” He reached forward to brush a wayward strand of hair away from her face. “Emma, it’s quite obvious that starting from your very first decision to bring Henry into the world and raise him by yourself, you’ve made his happiness your priority. It’s one of the things I admire the most about you.”

Her face warmed from his praise. Scooting a little closer, she leaned against him and he put his arm around her, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I enjoyed our date today,” he said, “and I certainly didn’t mind sharing you with Henry and Winston. It did my heart good to see how much they love each other already.”

“Winston was sleeping on Henry’s bed and looked completely comfortable there. I just hope he doesn’t wake us up too many times during the night.”

“Well, he’s past the puppy stage and wasn’t able to go out at night while he was at the shelter, so maybe he won’t get you up at all.”

“That would be nice. I don’t want to be yawning during the sermon tomorrow.”

He leaned back to look at her. “I’m happy to hear you’re coming to church again.”

“Yeah, Henry and I both really liked our classes and I thought the service was great. I especially enjoyed the music.”

“I heard you singing. You have a beautiful voice.”

“Thank you,” she said, her face reddening again. “I didn’t realize I was singing that loudly.”

“I don’t think you were, I was just standing close to you. You shouldn’t be self-conscious about singing praises to God, anyway.”

“That’s true,” she agreed, snuggling closer to him. “Do you want to watch something?”

“If it’s all the same to you, I’m quite content just talking,” he murmured.

“Mmm, me too,” she hummed. “Why is it always so easy to talk to you?”

“I don’t know. Perhaps we’re soul mates.”

“Do you believe there is such a thing as soul mates?” she asked, looking up into his face.

“I didn’t,” he replied. “Until I met you.”

Their lips connected for a long, sweet, languid kiss.

“Killian?” she whispered, when they parted just enough for her to talk.

“Yes, Love?”

“Maybe I’m not content just to talk.”

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Emma went to bed two hours later with the taste and feel of Killian’s lips still lingering on hers. He starred in her dreams and she awoke the next morning with a smile on her face. After yawning and stretching, she realized Henry hadn’t woken her up at all during the night to put Winston out.

Throwing back the covers, she quickly padded down the hall to his room. Peeking around the edge of his slightly open door, she smiled at the sight of the boy and dog still asleep.

After showering and getting dressed, she woke them up, took Winston out while Henry dressed, and went back inside to fix breakfast. As she was stirring the scrambled eggs, Henry entered the kitchen and immediately went to get Winston’s food bowl. They had already agreed that feeding him and keeping his water bowl filled would be Henry’s responsibility.

They sat down to eat and Emma smiled at the sight of the dog sitting right beside Henry’s chair. “Don’t forget that we’re not feeding him from the table. I don’t want him to get into the habit of begging, like Ernie did.”

“I know,” Henry said, then chewed thoughtfully for several seconds. He swallowed and said, “Mom?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you love Killian?”

Emma really wished she hadn’t just taken a sip of coffee, because she nearly choked on it. With watering eyes, she asked, “What makes you think that?”

He shrugged. “You guys hold hands and sit really close together and everything. I even saw him kiss you. You have to love somebody to kiss them, don’t you?”

Emma’s mouth opened and closed a couple of times, resembling a fish out of water. She thought she and Killian had been discreet when they shared brief kisses, but apparently her son witnessed at least one of them.

“Killian and I, we…we’re just dating, Henry,” she finally managed to say. “People date to get to know each other, to…to see if they might, um, fall in love. Kissing is a part of dating, but it doesn’t mean we love each other.”

“So you don’t love him?”

“I…I honestly don’t know yet. I do like him and I like spending time with him. He’s fun and he makes me laugh.” She leaned across the table and placed her hand on top of Henry’s forearm. “How do you feel about me dating Killian? It’s always been just you and me. Would you be upset if he and I did fall in love?”

“Would you get married?”

The question took her by surprise, but she maintained eye contact with him, wanting to show him how much his opinion mattered. “Not without you being okay with it. You always come first, Henry, and I won’t do anything to make you unhappy.”

“I wouldn’t be unhappy if you fell in love with Killian and married him.”

“You wouldn’t?”

He shook his head decisively. “Nope. I like him. He’s really nice to me and I can tell he makes you happy. You smile and laugh a lot more when he’s around. I think it would be cool to have Killian as my dad. That’s what he would be if you got married, right?”

“Technically, he would be your step-dad, but that doesn’t make any difference and I’m sure it wouldn’t matter to Killian, either. I appreciate how he treats you and how he likes spending time with you.”

“Yeah, me too. And Mom?”

“Hmm?”

“I think you, me, Killian and Winston would make a great family.”

She smiled and gently squeezed his arm. “I think so too, kid.”

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[fallingyams]

sherliam soulmate AU

(originally posted to my twitter as an idea ramble, now expanded into an actual snippet, I guess)

A universe wherein the initials of your soulmate are written across your wrist. Not everyone has a soulmate - some are born with empty wrists. Others simply choose to ignore them, especially in genteel circles where marriages were often determined by wealth and connections, rather than love.

---

For the longest time, William had paid no heed to the initials that branded his wrist. He refused to accept the power imbalances of society. He refused to accept Louis’ illness. He refused to accept this broken world as it was.

Rejecting the soulmate that fate had decided for him was simply another item on the list. 

A small part of him had once adored the idea of having a soulmate, someone out there being a perfect match for him. Growing up on the streets and hopping from orphanage to orphanage, however, had left him disillusioned early on. What if his soulmate turned out to be a corrupt noble? Someone as strong willed as he was could never be asked to give up his morals for something as flimsy as love.

Besides, getting attached would only lead to future hurt when he engulfed this society in the flames of justice and retribution.

Surely nobody would want the devil for their soulmate.

---

Of course, everything changes when he meets Sherlock Holmes aboard the Noahtic. For the first time, William finds himself stunned and thrilled to face an adversary who teeters just a bit too close to discovering the truth behind Enders.

A rather rough-mannered man who was able to spot his love for Mathematics a mile away. A competent detective who sees straight to the heart of matters and suspects that more is at play than a mere murder borne from a moment’s passion.

William’s wrist itches and he finds himself subconsciously tracing fingers over the S.H. hidden under the fabric of his sleeve more than once.

He takes a gamble and reveals his name to the other, at the end of the whole ordeal on the Noahtic, but there is no recognition in Sherlock’s eyes.

It is one of two possibilities, then.

The first being that William is simply mistaken, and Sherlock Holmes sharing the same initials as his soulmate is pure happenstance.

The second possibility, which William strongly suspects, is that Sherlock has his birth initials, instead of this identity that he’s assumed. Without any way of confirming this, however, William decides the matter not worth looking into.

It’s for the better that Sherlock doesn’t find out, anyway.

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William deliberates long and hard over this, but decides to be selfish this one last time and encloses the two birth certificates in the envelope along with his letter to the detective. 

His inner turmoil may be all for naught if Sherlock decides to burn the envelope in its entirety, but a small voice that he’s never been able to quash desires for him to be seen this once.

He doesn’t want to be a god, nor does he want to be the devil. He’s been William James Moriarty for as long as the plan has needed him to be.

But just this once... 

He’d like for his soulmate to see him for who he is.

A simple man with strong convictions. A mathematician who loves his field and molding young minds who will be the future of this country. Someone who runs late for lectures and makes bawdy jokes with students and would love for nothing more than a peaceful afternoon with a cup of tea.

He’s already at death’s door.

He’s ready to hand the invitation to his executioner.

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It doesn’t take more than a brief glimpse at the birth certificate for Sherlock to make the connection with the initials on his wrist.

He takes off cursing and swearing at the sheer stupidity of his soulmate who is throwing himself headlong at death and prays that he’s not too late to save him.

Not very much later, he gets his confirmation when he reaches out to grab Liam as he falls, his sleeve riding up to reveal the S.H. printed across his wrist in his own unintelligible scrawl.

Sherlock yells and pleads and screams himself hoarse, begging Liam to reconsider the path he’s chosen.

He’s finally found his other half - someone who matches him on an intellectual level, who challenges him and creates interesting puzzles. Someone who beats him at his own game and teases him right back with that flippant smile - like hell he’s about to give the other man up.

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William smiles as Sherlock traces the initials on his wrist even as he sinks his grip further into William’s arm.

The pressure hurts, of course, but it’s pushed to the back of his mind as his thoughts cloud over and his heart is briefly so, so full at the other’s acceptance of him.

It’s nice, imagining a future with Sherlock. A soulmate who understands the deepest parts of him, has seen his sins and transgressions and decided to love him regardless.

Just this is enough for him.

William knows he can’t indulge his selfishness for much longer. The splintering bridge cannot possibly support the both of them.

He will not doom his beloved to death with him.

(He hopes that Sherlock can forgive him for condemning him to loneliness - perhaps knowing and losing a soulmate was the most cruel thing he could have done to the other)

“It’s my loss, Sherly.”

He lets himself fall.

He never expected that he’d find someone who would want him for a soulmate. Leave it to this man to defy all expectations.

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He certainly never expected Sherlock to jump after him either.

Of course, his detective would never cease to surprise him, even in this.

“Let’s live on.”

#sherliam #yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #sherlock holmes (mtp) #soulmates #my writing #the yams are writing #I did this instead of working #pretty self indulgent #i do not choose the angst #the angst chooses me

[themultifandomgal]

From 2010- Tragedy On Tour

2012

Part 22

Trigger warnings- vomiting, death

“Where is he?” I pace back and forth in my hotel room. Alex was supposed to be here 3 hours ago. Every time I call him it goes to voicemail

“Maybe he’s stuck in traffic and his phone died” Liam tries to calm me down

“It’s a 20 minute drive from the airport and I’ve had a look to see if there’s traffic on the road and there is none

“Call Emma see if she’s heard off him” Zayn suggests

“I have and it went to voicemail. Fuck what’s going on?”

“Maybe the flights been delayed. That could be why” Louis says

“Ok” Harry stays up. He walks over to me and places his hands on my shoulders, he then moves to the sofa in my room and gets me to sit down “breathe. I’ll go and ask Paul if he’s heard anything, if not he will find out what’s going on ok. For now you need to stay as calm as you can”

“Ok” I breathe out. I watch Harry leave my hotel room with his phone in his hand. Niall and Louis come and sit on either side of me

“Let’s take your mind off things for now. Let’s stick on a film” Zayn says walking over to the TV

“Disney?” I ask with raised eyebrows

“Sure” he gives me a smile.

An hour later and I still haven’t heard anything, Harry returned with Paul who’s been making phone calls, but nothing. Suddenly I jump to the sound of my phone ringing. I move quickly off the sofa and grab my phone, Emma is phoning me

“Em, have you heard anything?” I ask not even saying hello

“Oh god YN I’m so sorry” Emma cries down the phone. My heart immediately drops to my stomach which starts to churn

“Em what’s happened?” I say my voice shaking “why are you crying?” the boys are immediately up and by my side

“I didn’t want to be the one to say this, I’m so sorry YN” again she cries “your dads on his way to you”

“Emma please tell me where Alex is your scaring me”

“He was on his way to the airport, but he….” she takes in a deep breath “there was a drunk driver”

“Oh god” tears start to form in my eyes “is he ok? what hospital is he at. I’ll pack up my shit and….”

“YN he… he didn’t make it. I’m sorry YN Alex was… they said it was immediately…. I’m so sorry he’s gone” it’s like the room is shrinking in on me. My ears are ringing, my phone drops out of my hand. Emma’s words swimming round in my head “he’s gone”. He can’t be this has to be some sick joke, or a dream… yes a dream that I’ll wake up from any minute. I feel a hand on my shoulder, Harry. He looks at me with worry in his eyes

“YN?” it’s like his voice is a million miles away, just barely a whisper “YN what’s going on?” the ringing starts to fade. I can feel my breakfast rising

“Im gonna be sick” is all I can say pushing Harry away and running to my bathroom. I throw up everything in my stomach into the toilet bowl. Tears stream down my face. Niall walks in a crouch’s down next to me while the others stand at the doorway

“YN?, tell us what’s happened”

“Alex isn’t coming” I choke out

“Has he broken up with you or cheated? Because if he has….”

“Harry, not helping” Liam nudges Harry. I shake my head no

“He’s gone. He was killed in a car accident”

“Oh god” Niall wraps me up in his arms and the others come into the bathroom as well all sitting down. They let me sit and cry until there’s no tears left in my body.

Niall and Zayn help me off the floor and lead me to the sofa. I lay on Harry’s lap crying while he strokes my hair. No one knows what to say so we all stay quiet, letting me greave. 

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[sexualtensiongrowing21]

Prompt//Get locked in somewhere together.

Liam Dunbar X OFC Lahey

TW: None?

Word count: 1469

Clara and Liam never got along. Since the first time that they met at school, they have despised each other. Clara thought Liam to be arrogant and hot headed while Liam thought Clara to be stuck up and a know-it-all.

They have been arguing back and forth for the past ten minutes and the rest of the pack is sick of it. Liam just brought Theo back insisting that he can help with The Wild Hunt, while Clara thinks that they should send him back to the Skin Walkers. While some of the pack agree with Clara, she is being harsher than needed.

“Are you really that dumb?! I mean, is there honestly nothing in that head of yours!?” Clara shouts while waving her hands around.

Liam's face is getting redder by the second. Everyone knows he wouldn't hurt her… again… But they can tell he's getting angrier and angrier by the second. “Well tell me what your great idea is, huh?” He steps closer to her “Just stand around while people get taken?!”

Clara doesn't back down and gets in his face “Of course not! But we should at least try and come up with something better. I mean, how could you be such a dumbass Dunbar?!”

Liam opens his mouth to respond but before he is able to get anything out Scotts steps in between them. “Okay. Okay. You guys are done.” Scott looks to Clara and points upstairs “You, go sit in my room. Take a minute to calm down.”

Clara sends one last glare at the werewolf and stomps up the stairs and slams the door. Taking a minute to cool off as her heart hammers in her chest, she decides to head to Scott's bathroom and splash some water on her face. Letting the cool water calm her down, her breathing and her heartbeat slows.

The door opens and Liam is pushed through, while the door slams shut behind him. He immediately turns around and starts shaking the door knob.

“This isn't funny Scott! Let me out!” he yells banging on the door. Clara leans against the bathroom counter and crosses her arms over her chest.

Scotts voice is muffled through the door “No. You two need to figure out how to get along. Me and the rest of the pack are sick of listening to you two bitch at each other all the time. Figure it out.” With that, Liam heard Scotts footsteps growing quieter and there was no longer a heartbeat to be heard.

Silence overtakes the room. The only noise to be heard is the sound of the bathroom fan that seems to be broken. After ten minutes Liam stops banging on the door and sits on the ground with his back leaning against the bathtub.

“This is all your fault, you know.” Clara states but doesn't look at the young werewolf in front of her.

Liam scoffed while picking at the lint off of his leans. “You're the one being a bitch. I don't even know why you're part of the pack.”

Claras nostrils flare. She was part of the pack because of her brother Isaac. When he was bit, he begged Derek to take his sister with them. She didn't want the bite, but Isaac couldn't leave her alone. They only had each other, so from then on she has been part of the pack. Helping in any way a human could.

It was Clara's turn to scoff. “You're right. I'm just a human, but how many times has this human saved your ass? Too many to count.” Liam rolls his eyes but doesn't say anything. It's true. Clara has saved him on multiple occasions. Clara was just a human, but her fighting skills amaze him. She can definitely hold her own during a fight. He just can't stand how she constantly has to be better than him, and how low she clearly thinks of him.

They have been sitting on the bathroom floor for an hour without speaking a word. Clara starts thinking about how when Liam is quiet he is actually pretty cute. She has always noticed how attractive he was. He is amazing at lacrosse. Watching him play is truly entertaining. They have gym together and sometimes he will do that thing where guys lift their shirt up to wipe the sweat off of their face, exposing their stomach. She cant lie and say she has caught herself staring a time or two, but then he opens his mouth and ruins it. He always has to be so cocky.

Liam knows that she is looking at him. He can always feel when her eyes are on him. She tries to hide it, but with being a werewolf he can sense it. Claras looks always make him nervous, though he will never admit it. She is beautiful and smart as hell. How could anyone not be nervous around her? When they were first introduced by their friend Mason, Liam couldn't stop staring. He was mesmerized. All he wanted to do was talk to her, but she didn't seem interested so instead he did what he always does. Act cocky. Needless to say, she wasn't a fan. From then on the two couldn't stand each other.

His butt getting sore from the hard ground, Liam stands up to stretch. His shirt rose some in the process.

Catching Clara's eyes he smirks. “Like what you see Lahey?” She presses her lips into a thin line. “Until you opened your mouth.” She spits and stands up while glaring at him. She wouldn't admit it, but sitting on the ground while he was standing above her was a little intimidating.

“You know what your problem is? You think you’re so much better than everyone.” Claras mouth gapes open. “I do not.” She whines while crossing her arms across her chest. This causes her breasts to press together and Liam struggles not to let his eyes wander, as she will definitely notice.

“You do. You always have to know everything and you're always correcting people.” He's towering over her now and she's backed up against the counter again. “Did it ever occur to you that I try so hard to know everything because I'm not supernatural like the rest of you and want to help!?” She exclaims, face hard as he takes in her words. No.. That never occurred to him before. He just thought she wanted to be smarter than everyone else.

As if calculating her words his head tips side to side slightly. Then a thought pops into his head. “Well, how come you hate me then? Since we met you decide you hate me.“ Deciding to tell the truth she looks up at him “Because. I hate cocky assholes. And you Liam are a cocky asshole. ” She yells at him, throwing her hands in the air.

“So you hate me?” He asks with the slightest hint of sadness, lacing his cocky tone. “Yes.” Her heart rate picked up and he heard it.

“You're lying, Lahey.” Liam responds with a smirk. The same smirk that she hates that she loves. “In fact, I think that you like me.” He presses closer to her, his nose centimeters from hers.

“I do not.” Clara breaths out.

“You're forgetting one little detail. I can tell when you're lying.” He looks from her eyes to her mouth and back.

Lips barely touching hers he hesitates for a moment. Giving her the choice to push him away. But she doesn't. Instead she throws her arms around his neck and pulls him as close as he can be, crashes her lips to his. He's quick to drop his hands around the back of her thighs and lift her up on the counter stepping in between her legs. She lets a squeal of surprise out when she's lifted.

Their kiss is heated. Hungry. Her fingers scrape his scalp pulling on the longer hairs on the back of his neck, as his hand wanders along her thighs and back up to her waist. Every inch of them is connected.

As soon as his hips come into contact with hers she lets out a little moan. But before they can go any further the bathroom door swings open. They pull away in surprise to see Scott standing at the door with a cocky smirk.

Clara is straightening her shirt and patting down her hair and Liam combs through his. Both of them flush from the heat of their activities.

“You two figure out your differences?” Scott asks with a knowing smirk playing on his lips. Both teens nod their heads. Too embarrassed to speak.

“Good.” Scott nods his head and walks away from the door frame. “Malia! You owe me $30!” He shouts leaving the two stunned teenagers behind.

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I’m a newer Larrie and pretty naive about the One Direction days because I didn’t listen to that type of music during the time they were a band. I started liking them individually and somehow found myself in this fandom. I guess my question is why do fans compare them constantly? They all came from the same band, they all seem to support each other at least privately if not publicly and appear to be pretty grateful to have had that same experience. I’ve seen some some solo Harry fans really attack Liam and Louis negatively with even comments on their looks. They constantly compare them to Harry and how they’re somehow losers because they don’t currently have the kind of commercial success as Harry. I’ve seen other solo fans also go after Harry for all kinds of reasons too, which is just so sad to see. Was it like this in the band too? Or has this all heightened because they all went solo? They all have different sounds, so why compare them? Am I missing something maybe?

Hi darling. Welcome to the hellhole fandom. So, no. When they were in the band it was actually unusual for anyone to ever voice a dislike for any one of them. People had their favorites, but publicly everyone supported everyone.

1DHQ started the fracture with the constant pushing of Harry vs the band. They really wanted to position Harry as being separate from (and better than) the other guys. Then Zayn left. There were people who were disappointed/angry with him or who no longer cared about his career, so we started having OT5 vs OT4 discourse. Then babygate started and we had the next fracture where people began to think maybe Larry broke up or Louis cheated on Harry. This was when people became houies (people who thought HL has dated, but now has broken up). Then that was followed by the hiatus and Harry/his team pushing the separation of Harry up a notch.

There were still many OT4 supporters until HS1 dropped and then there was a whole faction of people who flipped out over Harry’s lyrics and image not meeting their expectations and I think that was when houies really divided into harries and louies. There were still larries and antis. But now there were also louies who were only interested in Louis and “rad louies” (radical louies) who hated Harry and thought he was the reason Louis’ career was being “sabotaged”. And there were also harries — some of whom hated Louis because they thought he cheated on Harry and some also bought into the idea that Harry was just better than everyone else.

The fractured nature of our fandom really went into overdrive with the popularity of Fine Line and quarantine. Thousands and thousands of people entered the fandom and many had zero interest in 1D. Harry’s het image was in overdrive with Watermelon Sugar and the idea that Camille broke his heart (thus, being inspiration for the album). Holivia, DWD, As It Was, Harry’s House and Harry’s growing fame really made things worse in that department.

It seems as though a lot of Harry’s newest fans see any link back to 1D or his former bandmates as being a step backwards or as the other guys trying to “use” Harry as a way to promote themselves. And until recently, Harry spoke very little about the band and had very little public interaction with them, so unless you paid very close attention, it was easy to think he didn’t care much for or about them. I think many fans do this weird thing of needing their fave to be “the best” — as if that somehow reflects on them, as well. Like, the way many Harries went overboard making sure Lloyd won best tour photographer only because they didn’t want Louis’ photographer to win. It’s ridiculous.

Some of the hatred towards Harry is rooted in jealousy because people feel he had an unfair advantage over the others, thus having a success the others could have had just as well. Some of the hate is people feeling as though he has the power to do whatever he wants in terms of his image and stunts, so he must be fake and only cares about fame and money. Some of it is people buying into the idea that Harry ended the band because he wanted to be a star and he’s actively trying to ruin Louis’ career. There are a million different reasons people send hate his way.

As for comparing the five of them, as you say, they all have different sounds and none of them compete with each other. But I do think Sony very much wants Harry to be the Justin Timberlake and be the only one who reaches that huge level of success. And the media doesn’t help because many of the articles are written in a way that praises Harry and puts the others down (for no reason at all), so fans feel defensive and lash out. I tend to think Liam, Niall, Louis, and Harry all care about each other very much and are supportive of each other. And I really doubt they like the articles that do that nor would they support the nasty way some of the fans behave.

Sorry this was so long. And at the same time, this barely touched the surface, but I hope it helped a little.

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[aleksa-sims]

Simself story+

CW: divorce, pregnancy

Another month has passed. It was the beginning of July, a beautiful summer day.... I was pregnant as you know, but Nico & I...... there was still radio silence between us. I filed for divorce 3 weeks ago. But unfortunately there was no reaction from Daniel. I was informed that the divorce documents were not picked up by him, so they were sent to his Dad’s now!! You won’t believe it, but they sent Daniel the divorce petition to our place first. Our Apartment! 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️This was Daniel’s current main residence. BUT I told that woman, divorce prosecutor, that Daniel just left me, without me knowing where he was!! I had no clue where he was. She didn’t believe this whole story! She said it couldn’t be that, I, his wife, don’t know where he is right now? Is that woman crazy or what??...

She made me so desperate, that I started to cry in that office. I literally burst into tears. After my cry, she finally got that I’m not lying!!! She realized how broken my heart was and that I was unhappily in love with him. She took my divorce petition, looked me in the eye and said, she would handle it. But she also told me right away, it would be difficult for me to divorce Daniel, as long as he is not personally present. This won't be a divorce by mutual consent, she explained. It's gonna take time. And yes, it’s getting complicated.

At this point I still lived with my Grandparents, but I also went home to my Mom & Dad from time to time. It was all fine with us. And Ana and I seemed to be bestie's again. Ana told me she is now also friends with Dennis. She talked to him about me and meant Dennis's cool. Yup! Let's see... 😬

That day we had a date with Sandra & Liam. We went out for dinner. And agh,....it's going to be a really crazy night, which I didn’t expect at all!!!! It started so.... innocently. We were eating, having fun, I played with Liam and after that we were all on our way home.

But Ana was a little drunk. In that restaurant where we were, we got three mini vodka-bottles. It was a gift. I don’t drink and was pregnant anyway, so Ana gulped down mine and her mini bottle plus Sandra's! S. also didn't want it.

And well, on the way home, Ana & I decided to stop by Nico's place, because we talked about him and Stephanie before. I wanted to know if she was with him. I mean, Nico has been ignoring me for 8 weeks now!! I haven’t seen him for so long. For me, it was over with us. The more days went by without N., the more I felt like a singel. Ngl, I missed him! I cried and was sad about everything that had happened. I waited for him to call me. But he didn’t, so I assumed Nico didn’t want me anymore. After a while I started to feel better, without Nico and also without Daniel! I felt kind of strong & good. All the stress I felt the past weeks was almost gone. Secondly, I was very happy about my pregnancy. I was looking forward to my Baby, which distracted me. Also talking to my therapist helped me a bit, I think. Still, deep inside me, I wanted to be with N. Whenever I thought about our Baby, I wanted to share these thoughts with him. I wanted him with me during pregnancy. I missed him. So I let myself into Ana’s crazy idea to stop by Nico to spy on him. 🤦‍♀️🫣

If Ana hadn’t been so drunk, maybe it would have worked!?? But oh my God, this is gonna be so fucking awkward!!! Nico wasn't alone, but he wasn't with Stephanie either or any other girl. There were no women at all. Just.... men. 🤷‍♀️

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Liam Evans Main Story: Chapter 14 Premium Story

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… How much time has passed?

The man stopped breathing and laid in the sea of blood. The dagger fell from Liam’s grip, rolling onto the ground.

Liam slowly turned around, and his eyes met mine, widened and shaking—

Liam: I…

Kate: …

Colour slowly returned to his rose coloured eyes that reflected the reality in front of him.

He looked around like a lost child, his lips trembling.

Liam: … Ahh.

Liam: … Gahh, I did it again…

Liam: I did something wrong again, didn't I…?

Alfons said that even if Liam didn't kill the man, he’d be killed anyway.

Liam probably knew that, but that wouldn't stop him from blaming himself.

It was definitely because he did the killing while having an episode.

(I have to say something, fast. Something that can make Liam feel more at ease.)

(However…)

The smell of blood and the scene I had just witnessed left me unable to say a word.

Liam stared at me with a troubled look and mumbled in a hoarse voice.

Liam: … Always…

Kate: …?

Liam: … I’m always… trying to be good at everything I do.

Liam: I’m not aiming to be liked by others. I… don’t want to hurt others either. I just want to avoid bringing them displeasure.

Liam: That’s all I want…

Liam: And yet I always… hurt people by mistake.

Liam: …

Liam: … Hey, Kate.

Liam: As I spent time by your side, I’ve always known that there would be a day this would happen.

I recalled the night we were stargazing.

== Flashback Start ==

Kate: The stars are beautiful tonight, so tomorrow's weather will definitely be clear… I’m looking forward to spending time with you tomorrow.

Liam: Tomorrow…

Liam: I’m part of your tomorrow too…?

Kate: Of course. I’m your personal fairytale writer, Liam.

Liam: … I see. In that case, I’ll do my best tomorrow so you won't dislike me.

== Flashback End ==

Liam was laughing when he said “I’ll do my best tomorrow so you won’t dislike me.”

At that time, I laughed it off because I didn't think much about those words.

(What were you thinking about when you laughed back then?)

(Have you been fearing the arrival of this day ever since then?)

Liam looked into my eyes and smiled.

Liam: I said that I’ll shine as the main character of your story…

Liam: I’m sorry for scaring you… Kate.

(Why?)

(Why do you still care about me when you’re the one who’s hurting the most?)

Feeling as if I crawled to the surface from the bottom of the ocean, I finally managed to force some words out of my mouth.

Kate: I don’t care about myself. Because right now, the one I’m worried about most is you, who’s hurting—

Liam: … Me?

Liam: Why are you making this about me?

Kate: Huh…?

Liam: You being scared by something I did is a way, way bigger problem.

(Why?)

(I’m worried about you.)

I kept staring at Liam, tons of “why” questions piling up in my head, and our words just never seemed to get through each other.

But I still refused to give up on reaching out to Liam, the man standing there looking like he had given up.

I desperately reiterated myself.

Kate: You make it sound as if our relationship has been broken by this mistake…

Kate: Nothing is broken between us. I don't think anything is.

Kate: I was shocked, yes. But I’m not scared of you, Liam.

Kate: And I most definitely don't hate you.

Kate: Therefore…

I reached out to hold his bloodied hands, but—

Liam flinched and refused to let me touch his hand.

Kate: … Why?

Liam: … I don't want to.

Kate: … What.

Liam: I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to…

(You don’t want to…?)

His straightforward refusal felt like a knife stabbing into my heart.

But what I heard the next moment made my eyes widen.

Liam: … You’ll get dirty…

My hands and face already had blood on them.

Kate: That’s alright. … Look, I’m already dirty, so you don't have to worry about that—

Liam: That's not it. That's not… that's not what I meant.

Liam: That's not what I meant.

Kate: … It's not?

Liam looked into my eyes and smiled, even though he looked like he was on the verge of tears.

Liam: Being with someone like me will dirty your heart…

Liam: Misery and filthy things will dye your heart black…

(W-What…)

Those unexpected words struck me right in the heart.

Liam: I really wanted to keep a distance from you and only give you enjoyable things.

Liam: I thought that if it's just for the one month you’re working as a fairytale writer, I can do that well.

Liam: But I… I had a lot of fun being with you, and it made me so happy…

Liam: So I ended up getting too close to you and hurting you…

(That's not true.)

Kate: I’m choosing to be with you by my own will.

(Are you saying that we weren't spending time together because WE wanted to…?)

I thought that interpersonal relationships were built on each party’s desire to spend time together.

And yet, regardless of whether something is his fault, Liam always puts the blame on himself.

Like a child afraid of being scolded.

Even though we were facing each other and looking into each other's eyes, somehow Liam seemed to be afraid of “something” that wasn't physically there.

Liam: … That’s why… I have to leave you… before you get dirtied.

Judging by his smile that looked as fickle as the stars at dawn, I knew what Liam was going to do.

(... He wants to disappear using his ability.)

Kate: Please don’t go, Liam.

Liam: … I’m sorry.

Kate: Please stay with me. You don't need to tell me anything you don't want to. Let’s just have a talk.

(We have lots and lots of things to talk about.)

I tried reaching out to grab Liam’s arm… but it faded away, making me grab air.

Kate: Liam, Liam…?

(Where are you…?)

Liam: Sorry, Al. I’m… leaving Kate to you.

Kate: Liam…!

I kept calling out to him over and over again, but he was gone.

Liam vanished right before my eyes.

…

Keeping himself invisible, Liam ran out of the almshouse, away from Kate.

It was only when he reached a deserted alley, that he regained his form.

Liam: Ah— haha… I ruined something again.

Liam: I… I truly am… good for nothing…

He looked up at the night sky, biting his lip so hard that it drew blood.

It was a starless night.

Liam: …

Liam: Ah… in my next life—

Bleeding, forming pus, and festering… those permanent wounds made Liam’s heart ache.

And yet, not a single tear fell from those eyes.

He had long forgotten how to cry.

…

The only things that remained at the scene after Liam’s disappearance were the stench of blood and the intense sorrow in my heart overwhelming me.

(Liam never wanted to show me things that could scare or dirty me.)

(That’s why he disappeared, he felt guilty for letting me witness such things. That’s everything that happened tonight.)

However, besides that, there was “something else” in Liam’s heart.

(It’s the reason why he’s constantly blaming himself.)

I wouldn't know what it was without hearing it from him personally.

As I was drowning in my own feelings of helplessness, Alfons heaved a loud sigh as if saying “good grief!”.

Alfons: Once in a while…

Kate: …?

Alfons: Liam asks me to use my abilities on him.

Kate: … Your ability is to make people hallucinate, right?

Alfons: Yeah.

Alfons: “I can show you anything you want to see, whatever’s convenient for you.”

Alfons: When you make such an offer, you’ll realise that people more or less want the same thing.

Alfons: Most people will ask to see “self-centred” dreams…

Kate: By “self-centred”... do you mean dreams whereby they’re the main character?

Alfons’ thin lips lifted into a slight smile in agreement.

Alfons: In their dreams, some become billionaires, superstars, and even king.

Alfons: They dream of living in a world where they can possess all the wealth, power, and prestige.

Alfons: But Liam is different.

Alfons: He never lets himself make any appearances in his dreams.

Kate: … A dream without himself?

Alfons: Now, what sort of wish do you think he has…?

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[nouies]

hello and welcome to this month’s fic rec featuring works that i’ve read and loved during the past weeks. as always, please check tags before reading. if you liked the fics please reblog their posts, leave kudos and write a nice comment. happy reading! 🔒 = only for ao3 users rec tag | more rec lists

— harry/louis —

໑ Nights Like These, We'll Remember by @fallingdefenceless (T, 1.8k, strangers to lovers, music festival au) this was so much fun to read. i loved the characterisations and the bands and songs mentioned. it’s a sweet take on the song “Silver Tongues”. 

໑ face to face at the kitchen table by @disgruntledkittenface (NR, 2k, exes to lovers, hopeful ending) this was amazingly written! and when the tags said “hopeful ending”, they really meant it! 

໑ My Arm Might Be Broken, But I Won't Be Broken Down by BoosBabycakes / @boosbabycakes28 (T, 2.3k, established relationship, canon, fluff and humour) omg this was so sweet and cute! the fic truly means ‘canon’ bc this is something Louis would do.

໑  🔒 Five Zero Five by Stria / @nooradeservedbetter​ (E, 2.5k, established relationship, canon divergence, pwp, dom/sub, read tags and author’s note) remember when Louis sang “505” for the first time and we all collectively lost it? well, this fic encompasses extremely well my feelings about Louis’ cover choice.  

໑ love was a pretty lie by dragmedown / @itsnothesameasitwas (M, 3k, established relationship, college au, sex while high, read tags and author’s note) a story based on the song “Silver Tongues”. this was so entertaining to read, i loved how their relationship worked, and even more to know it exists a sequel to this story so you know how they ended up. 

໑ Together We're the Greatest by @hellolovers13 (E, 4.6k, getting back together, dystopian au, read tags) this story fits very well the vibe of “The Greatest”. i always thought that song would make a nice soundtrack for an action movie. if you don’t like blood though, be careful with this one.

໑  🔒 The Light Streams Out by Stria / @nooradeservedbetter (G, 6k, friends to lovers, magic au, animal transformation) this was such a lovely read! it had pining, longing, embarrassing moments, and lots of fluff. 

໑ That's The Way Love Goes by red_PANdaaa28 / @red-pandaaa (M, 8.7k, established relationship, lilo friendship, song fic, flashbacks) this story was so pretty. it’s inspired by the song “That’s The Way Love Goes” and shows not only Louis’ support for Liam, but also the other way around. it hurt but i enjoyed it a lot.

໑ 🔒 High Tide by Stria / @nooradeservedbetter  (E, 14.3k, strangers to lovers, covid au, pwp, dom/sub, read tags and author’s note) i absolutely loved the chemistry between Harry and Louis, and it showed in all the activities they did together, and i mean it bc even shopping online together was cute coming from them.

໑ Captain Cupid by @2tiedships2 (NR, 15.3k, friends to lovers, a/b/o au, nesting, touch deprivation) this was such a fun and lovely story! Captain Niall always knows best, and this time it wasn’t the exception. there were so many moments that warmed my heart, especially the tub scene! go read it so you don’t miss out.

໑ Moments of Memories by momentofclarity / @gaycousinlarry (M, 17.8k, friends to lovers, reunited au, old louis, old harry) a beautiful story about second chances and reunions. i honestly loved the way everything was told, and how it felt like i was too an old friend who got to learn abt their life after years of not seeing them. it was cosy and sweet, and very hopeful.

໑ Hold Me How the Deep Night Has by @crochetsunsets (E, 48k, enemies to lovers, magic au, historical, read tags) my heart is still beating fast just remembering everything that i felt when i read this story. it’s about hope, about love, about time… it really cut so deep, but it didn’t hurt, i just can’t explain it. please go read it.

໑ Welcome Home by Jelon  (E, 49k, strangers to lovers, kid fic, football au, football player louis, baker harry, dad harry) i love kid fics and this one has the best elements of one. i truly liked Louis’ relationship with Max but also the passion of his relationship with Harry.

໑ your memory over me by @shimmeringevil (E, 64.3k, exes to lovers, greece au, journalist harry, rich louis, vacation) loved that this was set in Greece, and all the tension surrounding the vacation, not only between Louis and Harry who were the exes, but like with everyone there. it was just delicious and so entertaining to read!

໑ Gemma's Dad (Could Use A Guy Like Me) by @lululawrence (NR, 82k, neighbours to lovers, stacy’s mom au, age difference, summer) i loved this story bc it made me feel like i was spending summer with them (it was that or the 31°C on the day i read this). it was a sweet fic, with lots of flirting, and love all around.

— rare pairs / categories —  

໑ Bound by @ladyaj-13 (zayn/liam, G, 619, vampire au, arranged marriage, vampire zayn, human liam) this fic was amazing! it might be tiny but it had me screaming bc of how good it is.

໑ hoping it never ends by @lvinlou​ (spanish, louis/sebastian stan, E, 1.2k, established relationship, pwp) this was so hot! i usually don’t read fics in spanish but i saw this one under the pairing tag and i knew i had to read it.

໑ Quite the Pickle by @lululawrence (harry/louis/nick grimshaw, NR, 1.4k, crack, pregnancy cravings) this was so sweet and funny. relatable if you either dislike pickles or like gossip, or both lol.

໑ after hours by edensrose / @holdingthornsandroses (louis/pedro pascal / louis/pedro pascal/oscar isaac, E, 16.7k, friends to lovers, coffee shop au, dancer louis, read tags) i don’t know how else to describe this fic other than hot hot hot! but also there were so many romantic and sweet moments. it was perfect!

໑ Bloom by @ladyaj-13 (louis/liam, T, 29k, enemies to lovers, 1970s, murder mystery, endeavour au, read tags) i absolutely enjoyed this story! i was so hooked with the way everything was written. as someone who enjoys crime solving stories, this one amazed me in so many ways, and that’s not considering the romantic aspect of it bc that was great in another level.

໑ take me back, take me back by eynap / @panye (niall/shawn mendes, E, 32k, strangers to lovers, wedding au, coming out) this such a fun and entertaining read. it put a smile on my face and kept me at the edge of my seat. definitely check it out!

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