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[usatokkiss]

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[moonlightazriel]

Son of the Darkness XVIII /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Hidden for so long The court of shadows thrived, and things were great until the high lord's death, now the next in line should assume the crown of high lord of shadows, will he accept his duties?

Warnings: Blood and death, it’s a war after all ahahaaha

Word Count: 3,7K

Notes: The end is almost there, I love this fic so much, it was a nice ride.

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Sweat coated her forehead, her muscles burned but her sword kept finding the destiny. Jurian had warned about the left flank that they should attack near the border with Summer Court. They moved the army there through the night, not stopping for a single second until they were all gathered.

And he was right, the whole army was taken by surprise as they were being trapped between the troops of night and autumn. Fire blazing from the south, meeting the shadows in the middle of the battlefield.

As they arrived last night, Azriel once again assumed his Spymaster title, going around and gathering information about the Hybern’s troops. They decided to attack from a hill, where Feyre now waited with her sisters. He had tried to ask Y/N to stay behind in the beginning but even with her numb end of the bond, he could feel the eagerness for joining the battle.

So there she was, near Cassian, he would fight from the skies while she killed enemies by foot. The two generals fought together like they had done this for years perfectly synchronised, Azriel felt a pang of jealousy in his chest as he watched from the other side of the camp.

A team of healers would gather the wounded, and the bodies. Evanore would bring them to life while Ellora and Kharis healed. Y/N killed another soldier, protecting the healer that rushed by her side.

The battle was happening for a couple of hours, with the surprise attack, it was easier to get rid of the inexperienced nobility that commanded the army. Y/N was targeting a male, his armour more detailed than the common soldiers, she could see his terrified face as he saw her smirk from across the field, like he knew he was going to be next.

Her body was covered in blood and mud, her footsteps heavy with the mud clinging to her boots, but she opened a path directly for him, her shadows killing the males that dared to get in between her and her target. She knew that the easiest way to create chaos among soldiers was watching their superiors, those who should be leading them, fall.

So she delighted in the sound of the male demanding others to protect him and hold the line, to kill that damned bitch and take her head for him. The males brave enough to try and stop her didn’t last more than a minute as her shadows stole their senses one by one, until they forgot how to breathe and their convulsing bodies touched the ground.

“Get away from me, demon.” The noble yelled, foolishly holding his shaking sword up, trying to intimidate her.

“I’ve been called many names.” She started, spinning her sword before clutching it harder, aiming for the exposed neck. “Dying men tend to be really creative, you know? The Bloody Countess, Lady Darkness, The Dark Fury.”

Her sword clashed against his, the male’s unstable hand easily letting go of the blade, the sword flew from his hands and fell to the ground. She kicked the male to the ground, stepping into his chest. He sobbed.

“But it’s the first time someone called me a demon, I like it though.” She pressed her sword to his neck, slowly pushing the blade inside.

“Please don’t kill me.” The male begged, blood pouring from his neck as he tried to get her off of him.

“Darling, I don’t take war prisoners.” She slid the blade all the way, watching the male choke on his blood and the soldiers around them start to walk backwards. She let her shadows go, males falling to the ground as she looked at them like someone would look at the sunset.

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She watched from the top of the hill, sipping down on a jug of water, the blood coated field, the bodies of all the Hybern soldiers laying there, the dead and wounded still being carried and treated.

“I never saw someone fighting like that.” Azriel said from behind her.

“You weren’t so bad either.” She shrugged. He sat by her side and she offered him the water, his hand rubbed against hers as he pick it up, taking it to his lips. She watched closely as a drop of water ran down his chin.

“Makes me feel good.” She raised an eyebrow. “Knowing that you’re so strong and can protect yourself. Brings me relief.”

“I can’t imagine myself doing anything else.” She confessed and he grabbed her hand, slowly walking until he was standing in front of her.

“Not even being High Lady?” He asked and Y/N stiffed, her eyes scanning his face to see any trace that could indicate that this was a joke, Azriel looked serious, more than she ever had seen him in this time they knew each other.

“What?” Azriel touched her chin, holding her face in between his hands, caressing the bruise on her cheek from a punch.

“I love you, more than the amount of stars in the sky, more than I’ve ever loved anyone or anything. I want you to be by my side in every aspect of my life. As my lover, as my general, as my m…” He cut himself off, he would wait for her, he could do that. “And having you as my High Lady would be a privilege.”

“You really mean it?” She blinked the tears away, feeling her heart swell.

“Every. Single. Word.” He said, and she angled her body towards his, kissing him on the lips.

“My heart belongs to you, I belong to you, body and soul.” She said as they parted. “I’m yours, Azriel Malthalion.”

“And I’m yours, Y/N Daera.” He kissed her once more. “My love, my warrior, my High Lady.” She felt her chest warm, she liked that, belonging to someone, to him. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs.

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Azriel had gone back to run around gathering information, Y/N offered to go with him but she had to stay and help ease the tensions in camp, four different armies united surely would just end up in tragedy.

Cassian and her had delivered tasks and he made people dig a trench around the camp, the armies from Rhys, Azriel and Eris sat together as one but Tarquin decided to not join.

The High Lords and the generals sat in the war tent, things had gone eerily quiet for 5 days, so they needed to discuss what to do next. Y/N sat there, sharpening her sword and keeping a close eye on Evanore, she was by Eris’s side, chatting like long time friends.

She was happy that her friend was able to spend time with her mate, Eva deserved happiness more than anyone, and she could always chop his dick off if he did anything to her. He must’ve felt that he was being watched, cuz he turned to look at her, swallowing hard as she pressed the sharpening stone a bit too hard against the blade, smiling friendly at him next.

“They moved.” A very out of breath Azriel appeared in the middle of the tent, making everyone jump to attack. “They’re moving towards Winter.” He concluded.

“They what? How did we miss it?” Rhysand ran a hand through his hair.

“Jurian did say this was just a playtime for them. The real army must’ve been moving for days now.” Tarquin pointed, making everyone sigh, they felt like idiots.

“We need to go.” Eris pointed.

“But what if they come back? We can leave this spot unguarded.” Cassian replied.

“We can march to the North AND stay here.” Everyone turned to the Summer prince. “We can cast a spell, a really good one, one that makes them think we’re still here.” He pointed to the map. “Let them think we chose to stay here.”

“While we go to the north covered by a spell.” Evanore jumped. “Good old visual spell, my favourite.” She smiled.

“Can you do this kind of illusion?” Varian asked Rhysand.

“With the help of my mate.” He held Feyre’s hand.

“Then it’s settled, Evanore helps with the army disguise, while Feyre and Rhys use the illusion spell to pretend we’re still here.” Tarquin said that was a good plan, it should work just fine.

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The witches once again, with the help of everyone who could winnow, transported the army to where Azriel had said Hybern would be. They could see the army, still hidden by Evanore’s spell, so Cassian and Y/N decided that the army should rest, everyone should rest their powers. Choosing their battles was another important move in a war.

“This army is bigger.” Rune said, looking at Evanore. The witches sat, praying to The Mother and the nature.

“They’re too tired, their magic is weak to defeat them.” Alais stated, she could feel it in her bones.

“We have to do something, Rune.” Thalia begged, she wanted to go home knowing they would be safe to see another day.

“There’s only one thing we can do.” Ryo looked to her sisters, all of them nodded in agreement and Rune took the lead.

The witches walked to the centre of the camp, each one of them forming the Seven Pointed Star. The singing started, the soldiers stopped at the sound of their voices, so loud that echoed through the trees and their hearts. Each one of them started to glow, each one of them working as a gate for the infinity magic that graced the land.

Tiredness, drained magic, wounds and worries all vanished, replaced by a breath of life, filling their blood with renewed power, buzzing with excitement to get to war. It was a simple ritual where they offered a couple of their years to the nature in order to gain more power. They could choose between keeping it to themselves or giving it to others.

As they finished their chanting, the atmosphere had changed, and it felt like they had all the energy in the world, the energy necessary to win that battle.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

Keir’s troops formed the front, a wave of Hybern’s soldiers clashing against them, they tried to hold the line but it was useless, the weak army was also an illusion, and they were more than ready to fight.

“Hold the line.” Cassian yelled, the Illyrian soldiers forming the line behind, forcing Keir’s soldiers to go forwards but Hybern pushed them back.

Y/N stood very still, this wasn’t working, they had to penetrate the shields, and this wasn’t even Hybern’s whole army. Y/N looked at Cassian across the field. If the generals took the lead, the soldiers would follow.

So she ran, through lines of men, every male stepping back to let her pass. Cassian turned to her with a lifted eyebrow.

“What are you doing here?” She took a deep breath.

“How much can you carry?” She inquired and his eyebrows shot all the way up to his hairline.

“What?”

“Can you carry me?” Cassian nodded. “This isn’t working, we have to act now.” Fire burned in those brown eyes, determination laced with bravery, she was going to risk herself so they could have a chance.

Azriel would have to forgive him, but he ordered for her to turn around, grabbing her by the waist he shot for the skies.

“I’ll drop you, and I’ll find another place, we open a path to each other.” Cassian shouted over the roaring of the wind in her ears, she nodded.

Azriel watched the waves of Rhysand power push the soldiers, but it was the red glowing up in the air that caught his attention, he shielded his eyes from the rain, spotting Cassian with his arms open. Y/N fell, the wind whipping her braid around, a mist of shadows touched the ground before she did, and she fell in the middle of the dead corpses, swords in hand and ready to fight.

Cassian landed a little further away from her, soldiers aiming for him, bloodlust in their eyes as they tried to get a piece of the Illyrian general. The plan was simple: kill as many as he could, enough to weaken the army so their troops could cut through.

“I’m going after them.” Azriel announced in Rhysand’s head, and he hummed in agreement, Cassian and Y/N had been smart enough to attack from inside, but they couldn’t do it all alone.

Azriel aimed for the skies, as soon as he was far away enough from everyone, he changed. Mist covered him and he felt his magic doing its trick. The huge gryphon screamed, descending upon the soldiers, the corrosive shadows doing what they had to.

This attack led to more confusion, distracting Hybern’s soldiers enough to get the Illyrians and the Night Fall through. Blood splattered everywhere and the agonising sounds of battle filled the space. The rain kept pouring, washing away the blood dripping from the armies.

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“Hold the lines.” Mor begged, pacing around. Nesta kept her eyes focused on the red light that indicated where Cassian was.

“I need to find The Suriel.” Feyre stated. Morrigan turned to her in an instant.

“You’re not leaving.”

“He’s the only one who can tell us where to find the rest of the army.” She declared.

“Then I’m coming with you.” She stomped her foot down.

“Your talents are being wasted here, they need you there.” She pointed to the battlefield, she had noticed how eager to join Mor was.

“Rhys is going to kill me.” She protested, but her eyes drifted to the war.

“He won’t, I’ll be safe.” She reassured and Mor nodded.

“Please, Feyre. Be safe.” Feyre nodded, waiting until Morrigan was ready, winnowing to Cassian in that field. She then reached for the only person that could help her find The Suriel, Elain.

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Y/N kept moving, trying to find Cassian as they planned, but she instead found Morrigan, fighting her way to Cassian. Azriel was on the other side of the battlefield, killing with his mist.

“Do you think he needs our help?” Morrigan shouted, her blonde hair glued to her forehead as the two females fought.

“They always do.” Mor aimed for the soldier rushing to kill Y/N, the other female spinning around and blazing her shadows in a straight line.

The battle was nearing the end once more, Tarquin and his army passed through, with Eris following close behind. And when Morrigan and Y/N finally reached Cassian, he was kneeling in the mud, an open wound from his belly button to his sternum.

“NO!” Mor shouted, Y/N squeezed her shoulder.

“Take him to the healers, it’s over now.” Mor did as she was told, disappearing with him.

Conjuring all of her magic, soldiers fell, and fell and fell. Until her lungs begged for air, until only a few soldiers stood, throwing their swords to the ground and giving up. Tarquin was responsible for their destiny, and once again every soldier choked from inside out in water.

Azriel was by her side in a second, removing her helmet and assessing her face for any injuries, despite the tiredness she felt, she was fine.

“We need to go and see Cassian.” Azriel nodded and the two winnowed again.

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“Will he?” Feyre couldn’t bring herself to finish that question.

“He might be sore for a few days and definitely he will need to rest, but he will be fine.” One of the healers said and Nesta breathed loudly with relief. She hasn’t left the general’s side ever since Morrigan brought him to the tent.

“Good.” Azriel breathed. They all watched the pieces of skin slowly patching itself together as Ryo drained the ash from him.

“How bad is it?” He suddenly asked, his eyes fluttering open.

“Your wound or how they kicked our asses?” Rhysand mocked, his eyes laced with worry.

“We barely got alive, but the witches are working in the wounded and the dead.” Y/N spoke, her voice eerie.

“I gave you an order.” Rhys’s tone was harsh, and they all knew that fear was behind his words.

“They weren’t holding the lines, it was a stupid order.” Cassian retorted.

“I’m your High Lord, you can’t ignore my orders.” He protested.

“But you’re not mine, and It was my idea.” Y/N intervened. “Cassian needs to rest, I’m so sorry things ended this way, but I wouldn’t ask if I knew he couldn’t do it, I wouldn’t ask if I knew it wouldn’t help us.” Rhys looked at her with anger.

“He could’ve been killed.” He screamed.

“But I wasn’t.” Cassian tried to stand but a sharp pain sent him back to laying. Rhys immediately went to his side, sighing deeply.

“After everything we went through, I can’t stand the idea of you getting hurt, neither of you. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m just scared.” The female kneeled in front of him, squeezing his hands in a reassuring grip, like her mother did to her when she was young.

“It’s okay. We’re all scared, but no one will die. I won’t allow it.” She promised and he trusted her.

“We should leave, everyone needs to rest.” Y/N nodded, getting up and pulling Azriel with her.

“It’s not your fault, you know that right?” He asked.

“It was my idea that left him in that state, Mor had to hold his guts so they wouldn’t spill out of him.” The image was burned to her brain.

“I know, love, I know.” He pulled her for a hug. “You need to rest.”

“I need to check on Eva.” She moved away from him but Azriel held her hand, and the two of them started to walk side by side.

They found Evanore sleeping by the healers section of the camp, her head resting on a certain redheaded male’s lap, his hands slowly combing through her hair.

“How is she doing?” Y/N asked and Eris turned to her, he had a bruise in his eyebrow.

“She’s tired, she worked hard but we don’t have any more dead men, they’re resting and are eager to be on the battlefield again.” The female nodded.

“Eris, promise me that you will take care of her, no matter what.” The male looked at the sleeping female in his lap, so tiny.

“For some reason, the idea of seeing her getting hurt completely shatters my heart, I could never forgive myself if something happens to her.” It was only then that Y/N noticed their intertwined hands.

“Thank you, you’re a good male, Eris Vanserra.” She pulled Azriel away from them.

“What was that?” He asked with curiosity, he never saw Eris being so protective of someone other than his mother.

“They’re mates.” Azriel stopped.

“They what?” He giggled.

“What about I tell you while we have a bath?” She winked and the male followed her to their shared tent.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

He watched her sleeping form, clutched to the sheets and snoring softly, she fought so hard today, she needed to rest. He left to fetch something for her to eat when she woke up, stopping by to see how Cassian was doing.

He found them in the war tent, Amren was there, they quickly exchanged greetings before they focused on the materials in front of them. Amren held the book of breathings while Nesta eyes the bones and stones placed on top of the map.

“So, I just throw it and we find the cauldron?” The female asked and Amren shrugged.

“Something like that.” Nesta grabbed the pieces, closing her eyes and feeling the coldness pierce her skin.

“Think about the cauldron.” Cassian suggested.

“Not only think about it, project your mind towards it. Find the bond that tie you two together.” Amren spoke.

Nesta took a deep breath, the room fell silent, and the temperature fell even more, a cold shiver ran down their spines.

“Should I touch it?” She asked.

“No, find it but don’t interact with it.” Amren instructed.

“Nothing can hurt you here.” Cassian reassured and Nesta seemed to calm down a bit, focusing on that disgusting cauldron, the hunting memories making her terrified, but she needed to keep going.

He got up, despite Azriel trying to get him to sit back, but he walked to Nesta, slowly placing his hand on her lower back, drawing invisible soothing circles, everyone watched as she allowed the touch.

Nesta started to shiver, her hands clutching so hard that her knuckles turned white. “Let go!” Amren ordered, but she just held the stones tighter.

“I need to help.” Feyre said, closing her eyes and entering her sister’s mind, she could see the images, the King, the never ending army, Jurian and she could feel the cauldron.

“NESTA OPEN YOUR HANDS!” Feyre yelled in the tent, again and again until Nesta opened her hands, the bones and the stones forming a circle in the map. Cassian got hold of Nesta, while the others looked in pure horror.

The king has been sending them to the North while he gathered his troops near the Mortal lands, not too far away from the old Archeron property. Once again they had to move.

They shared their knowledge with the other High Lords, Tarquin had suggested that they should rest and think about it tomorrow, Feyre and Rhys seemed deep in a mind to mind conversation while Cassian took Nesta to bed.

Azriel walked to the kitchen, fetching two cups of water and as much food he could carry. As he walked back to his tent, he saw Nesta and Feyre standing in the middle of the camp, pale faces and terrified expressions.

“You can hear it too?” Nesta asked and Feyre nodded, Azriel felt it in a second. Something was deeply wrong.

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Y/N woke up, she could hear something, pulling her somewhere, her feet slowly dragged her outside, dipping in the mud as she went barefoot.

It felt like a presence in the corner of her mind, something was wrong, the hair in the back of her neck prickled and she darted towards the Archeron’s tent. Just in time to see Elain being held by a shadow, tears in her eyes as she tried to scream.

Y/N tried to reach out for Elain, but to no avail, her arms and legs wouldn’t move and she was stuck, being transported through the folds of space, directly to the enemy's camp.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

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South Side Story

Shameless Fanfiction Season 1

Desna Hills has come living in the Southside of Chicago four years before. Taken in by Kev and V, Desna is close friends with the Gallaghers. Let's see how this Southside story unfolds.

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Chapter 12

I need to talk to you, Ian had texted her, that was the reason she was walking towards the Gallagher house that morning.

Desna was quick to cross those few meters knowing that if she had thought about it longer she probably would have stayed home. But she managed to arrive at the house, opening the door of the kitchen.

“Hey, Des,” Fiona greeted her with a smile.

“Hi, Fi,” she said, “Is Ian upstairs.”

“Sure,” she nodded pointing the stairs, “Help yourself.”

“Thanks,” Desna said before frowning, “Why is it so cold in here?”

“My thought exactly,” she heard Fiona say as she run up the stairs. Desna was about to turn to go towards Ian’s room, when she almost bumped into Lip.

“Hey,” she said avoiding to look at him.

“Hey,” he muttered. Desna could feel his posture tense, not sure what to say to her, “A-are you here for-“

“Ian,” she said looking at him for the first time. Coursing herself when her eyes lingered on his lips a bit longer than she had to. She really missed him, talking to him and feeling him against her body. She was so stupid.

“He um… he is in our room,” he stutter pointing behind his back.

“Thanks,” Desna said lowering her head, moving around him.

“Better for you to be dying,” She muttered as she closed the door, catching Ian’s attention.

“Mandy Milkovich tried to have sex with me,” Ian said with panicked voice.

“What?” She asked her eyes wide, “Where? When?!”

“Yesterday,” he said nervously pacing the room, “She waited for me after my shift, she came here.”

“She is quite straight forward I’ll give her that,” she thought out loud.

“Yeah!” He exclaimed sarcastically, “She took a condom out at me.”

“W-what did you do?” She asked her eyes wide.

"I pushed her away!" he exclaimed sitting on his bed, "And I may, or may not had made her cry."

"Was she really upseat?" Desna asked carefully.

"She ran away," he said looking up at her, "Even Fiona saw her."

So Mandy Milkovich was upseat with Ian. An upset Milkovich running around the Southside was no good. They truely were almost criminals, and most of them really were.

"Is it going to be bad?" Ian asked her with big eyes, waiting for her answer, surely hoping to have some kind of encouragement. But she really didn't know. She knew for a fact how Milkovichs could be scary, Iggy was starting to concern her, for what she knew Mikey's father had been more inside prison than outside, and Mikey himself was now stealing Kash's shop regularly, and not only that surely.

"It's very bad, right?" Ian asked nervously, his legs buncing up and down. So Desna went to sit next to him.

"Being rejected, that happen, right?" Desna asked trying herself to find some good side of the situation.

Ian nodded his head qith quick movements, "Right!"

"I mean you cry and ask yourself why, but you get over with it, right?" Desna asked again and Ian nodded once more.

"Right!"

"What the worst thing she could do?" Desna asked and the answer of that question arrived to her that afternoon when on her phone arrived one message from Ian.

Mandy told Mickey I assaulted her, and now he wants to kill me, Desna's eyes widened as she read those words. She immediately asked Ian what had happened and he told her that Mickey Milkovich entered the shop, ready to beat him up. He got away only because he manage to lock himself in the back, and Kash covered for him telling Mikey that there was another exit from there.

That was not good at all. God, how could she made up a story like that? She knew perfectly well what would have happened and Mikey would not have stopped until he got to Ian.

She spent the following hours constantly checking on Ian through texts to know if he was alive. She was even had problems studying now that she know that Ian could have possibly end up in the hospital.

As Desna was pacing in the living room of her house, she noticed a figure limp on the street. Her eyes widened as she realized that she knew that jacket.

"Oh, shit..." she muttered before running to the door, "Lip!" she found herself running to him. As he heard her voice he lowered his head, tyring to not show his face at her.

"Keep ignoring me Des, I'm fine," he said but she was quick to move part him so that she could put herself in front of him, not letting him move forward.

"Jeez, Lip," she gasped, taking a step so that was now close to him. With her hand she delicately moved the hood from his face so that she could take a better look. His left side was covered in cut and bruises. He got a slash over his eyebrow, one over his nose and his top lip was cut open. She even noticed his left arm slightly bent, like he could not move it freely.

"Oh my God," she said, her fingers touching his cheek making him flinch, "I'm so sorry," she gasped, but he shook his head.

"It's alright," he muttered looking up to meet her eyes. She was studying his face closely. She really hoped his nose wasn't broken, or some other bones in his body.

"What happened?" she asked.

"Mikey Milkovich," he answered and Desna took a breath, before moving to stay next to him.

"I'll take you home," she said touching his back with her hand.

"You don't have to," he told her, but she shook her head stubbornly.

"I'm not leaving you," she answered back. He looked at her, his eyes softened as he observed her face.

"Okey..." he muttered before they headed towards his house. Desna would keep looking him, to see if he was in much pain. She had to call V as soon as they got inside. When she turned she noticed Fiona standing on the porch speaking with Tony, the young policeman.

"Let's use the back of the house," Lip said to her, gesturing at her where to go with a movement of his head, "I don't want them to see me."

"They will anyway," she argued.

"Can you not talk back for once?" he asked turning to look at her.

"No, I don't think I can," she said and her heart melt as she noticed him smiling at her.

"Hey Lip, there's a body on the other end of this," they stopped as they heard Tony's voice, Lip was doing his best to not show his face, but what they had done to him was too evident.

"No, it's cool Tony," as he spoke Fiona saw his injuries immediately.

"Jesus, what the hell, Lip?" she esclaimed, but Lip didn't answered back. He just looked at Desna moving his head so that she'd follow him into the house.

"I'll call V," Fiona said running upstairs, as Desna helped Lip to the kitchen. He set on a chair, making a little graunt, while she went to take a rag before moving to the sink to fill a cap with water. She needed to clean his skin before putting ice on his bruises. Desna duble checked as the frame of an old man dressed in ladies woman sleeping on a chair in the living room.

"Who's that?" she asked frowning.

Lip was holding his forehead, before giving a look in the direction she was looking, then he scoffed, "I don't even know," he said as she walked back towards him, soaking the cloth in the cold water. But when she put the rag against his forahead he issed

"I'm sorry," she gasped moving her hand away just a little bit, "I'm so sorry."

He shook his head, "It's alright, don't worry."

"I'll try to be as gentle as possible," she said getting closer, "But tell me if I hurt you," Lip nodded his head before letting her move her hand closer to his face. She proceeded to clean his skin, trying to avoid the cuts. They didn't seem to bleed anymore, but his eyes was getting darker.

"Why is Mikey after you?" she asked softly still working on his skin.

"He's not," he answered, "He is after Ian."

"Jeasus Christ, for the Mandy thing?" she exclaimed, rubbing his skin lightly.

He hissed for a second before looking to her, "You know?"

"Ian told me that Mikey wants to beat him up," she explained, being very gentle with her touch.

"Wish he told me as well," he said with a chuckle. She moved her hand a little bit, she hoped he didn't need any stitches.

"If he did this to you, I'm really concerned about Ian right now," she admitted. Now she was truely worried about Ian's life. Those people were fucking crazy.

Lip nodded his head before tilting his head, with amused eyes.

"Maybe the fact that I said that Mandy is blowing 400 dudes in 10th grade didn't help," his nonechalance made her wide her eyes, she would have smaked him if he hadn't been already beaten up.

"God, would you ever stop with the sassy comments?!" she exclaimed, but his lips moved into a smirk.

"No, I don't think I will," he answered leaning forward towards her.

Desna groaned, "You wouldn't even know how to shut your mouth to save your life."

"Are you worried?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered shortly, now realizing how close they were. They had both leaned forward, their heads inches apart and their knees touching. Her hand still at the side of his face rubbing his cheek gently.

"Thank you," he said, his eyes staring into hers, "For helping me."

"Don't mention it," she said diverting her eyes to take another look at his cuts. Unconsciusly she smiled.

"What?" he asked her, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"I've just realize that the first time we’ve talked you had been having a fight as well," she said remembering him at thirteen years old fighting on the street just in front of her house.

"You had set next to me on the side road with a pack of ice," he remembered nodding his head. That's how they had become to be friends. Desna didn't like to get out of the house as she had arrived in her new home, but after having helped Lip, him and Ian had started to ask her to go play with them, or to walk together to school.

"You had been my first friend," she said with a small smile thinking back at all the years that had passed. Then she noticed him staring.

"You are not my friend," his words made her smile disappeared. She really could not understand him and why he seemed so eager to hurt her lately. But before she could move away he took her wrist in his hand, keeping her close, "But you are something for me," they looked at each other before they started to lean forward.

"What does it mean?" she asked confused.

"I don't know," he whispered before his lips touched hers once again. Desna's eyes closed as she kissed him back. After all those weeks they were kissing again. She had missed him. His right hand moved at the side of her face, as he deepened the kiss. They were lost in each other as the heard the front door open, making them pull away. But the moviment had been so abrupt that Lip gave out a groan.

"You okay?" Desna asked touching his face with her hands. He nodded with squinted his eyes.

"Shit, Lip, what happened?" Veronica's voice made Desna turn to see her and Fiona walking into the kitchen. Desna looked at Lip for a brief moment before giving V space to take a look at him. When she moved she noticed Fiona looked at her as Desna set on another chair, but she ignored it to listen what Veronica was doing.

She had brought all the medicines they had in the house and started to dab Lip's forehead with cotton wool soaked in hydrogen peroxide. Lip hissed as she did.

"Oh sorry, sweetie," V said gently, as the cracking noise of the wooden stairs announced Frank's presense. He looked at his son, but he didn't say anything as he set on the stool next to the counter, sipping his beer.

"The nose is the most commonly broken nose in boys between the age of 13 and 25," Veronica explained, observing Lip's face.

"T-that's facinating," Lip said before pointig at the man still asleep, "But who is the old dude?"

"It's not a dude, it's you're aunt Ginger," Frank answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Lip frowned, "What, the one that owns the house?" Desna looked at Frank, what was he up to this time?

"That's right," it was unbelievable how Frank knew how to lay without flinching, "Hey Ginger," he said towards the man who had been woken up by his loud voice, "Say hello to your nephew," the poor thing looked so confused.

"Dad, stop," Fiona almost begged with an heavy breath.

"Why is he trying to pass off Mr. Perry as Aunt Ginger?" Lip asked confused as Desna double checking the man. She had not realized he was Mr. Perry.

"Who?" Frank asked with a frown.

"The old bus driver," Desna answered and Lip nodded.

"Sleeps behind the dumpster over at the A&P," he explained, his eyes breafly meeting Desna's that smile looking down.

"Social Security wants to talk to Ginger," Fiona began to explain, before glaring at her father, "And he is too lazy to get the real one."

"Where?" asked Desna with a frown.

"Michigan," Fiona said.

"That's retardedly brilliant," Lip commented and Desna frown at him.

"Really?" she asked as Frank spoke.

"Thank you!" the man exclaimed.

"Or brilliantly retarded," Fiona said and Desna felt like agree. And as Frank thanked again, the girl rolled her eyes.

"Now we have to drive all night to go get her," Fiona complained trying to have a reaction out of her father, but it was useless. Fiona took a breath before turning to Veronica.

"Think Kev will let us borrow his car?" V frowned.

"No." Kev was getting restless everytime he figured out that V or Desna had lent something of theirs to the Gallaghers. He almost lost it the morning of the day before when he learned that the Gallaghers had borrowed their toaster because Carl had broke thiers.

"I'll call and beg," Fiona decided standing up heading to the living room.

"We got those from Imelda over at the Holiday Inn," Debbie said entering in the kitchen with Carl, placing old hairdriers on the kitchen counter, "It'll will be a good way to stay warm."

"You okay?" Desna asked Lip as she saw him move his neck with a painful expression.

"I'd like to say yes," he said looking at her with a small smile that she returned.

"Hey, Kev, it's me," Fiona said with her phone against her cellphone.

"Does she has a chance to convince him?" Desna asked V that glared at her. Probably not. "Maybe you could ask him after sex," she suggested, making Lip chuckle.

Suddenly Frank moved taking the phone from Fiona's hand, "You won't need the car," he muttered and everyone frowned at his words.

"How are we gonna get Ginger?" Fiona asked confused.

"She is dead," Desna widened her eyes.

"What?" Fiona exclaimed.

"Who's dead?" Debbie asked looking at them waiting for an answer.

"Ant Ginger," Lip said and Debbie got upset.

"Did you know her?" Desna asked to Lip, that shook his head.

"Debs you've never met her," he said a bit confused.

"And now I never will!" She exclaimed and Desna and Lip looked at each other.

"Don't give me hard time," Frank complained defensively like he always liked to be, "I've been very upset about it. I'm in mourning."

Desna shook her head, how did they all managed to pull up with Frank's shit was something really unbelieveble for her.

"When did she die?" Fiona asked with wide eyes.

Frank shrugged his shoulders, "T-twelve years ago," he stuttered, "I was trying to protect all of you from the drama, how do you think I feel?" he kept justify himself, "That woman was my heart and soul, she practically raised me."

A great fucking job, she did there.

"Dad," Fiona was speaking in the countless attempt to put some sense back in her father's head, "You've been chasing her checks. That's felony. We are leaving in her house. Was there even a will?"

"You don't need a will, if she's not technically dead," Frank said as if it was incomprehensible that Fiona was not getting it.

"Yes, she is technically dead, Dad," Fiona said getting pissed as she moved towards her father, "Dead is dead. Just because you haven't told anybody that she's dead doesn't make her not dead. Fuck!"

That was very dangerous, Fiona could go in jail and the other would have been sent in foster care, and Frank... whatever happened it was alright at that point.

"What are we gonna do now?" Fiona asked before Veronica's lips moved into a giant smile.

"Well..."

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[buckybarnesss]

What are your thoughts on Cora?

cora hale was an underutilized character.

the concept of her is fantastic though and her impact on derek's character was not explored enough after her exit.

the potential and possibility of her character just teases me throughout season 3A.

of course a lot of this is because adelaide kane left due to landing the lead role for reign. and who can blame her for that? given colton, daniel and adelaide all went to the cw i imagine they paid better.

what remains thought is that cora hale is largely a question mark in the narrative of teen wolf.

how did she survive the fire? how did she end up in south america and with who? who exactly did she think was the hale alpha she heard rumors of? how did duecalion and company intercept her? why did the others not know her if she was their age?

in reality cora hale was in beacon hills for a few months as a prisoner and hostage than spent a few weeks with her uncle and brother before leaving. i would also like to know how she attended school considering it seems highly likely she was declared dead at age 11 in the fire.

i wish they'd answered some of those questions. i also wish they'd explored her and derek's relationship more. the guilt, the misplaced anger, the grief, anything about laura.

cora hale's survival is such a huge moment in derek's emotional arc too and we sadly see so little of it after she leaves. for such a short time she makes a huge impact.

i'd love to have explored more of her and peter too because what we saw in frayed and his concerned over her wellbeing when she was poisoned gave peter some needed depth.

cora also is the person to last mention laura hale by name in the narrative. in frayed to peter because you know he murdered laura.

i appreciated she had some animosity towards lydia mostly for being associated romantically with aiden due to his involvement in boyd's death. (why don't people ship her with boyd????)

i also did actually like her burgeoning friendship with stiles. her and him have their weird secret little club of having to endure peter's attempt of manipulation in visionary. they really seemed to vibe. she was going to help him explain the supernatural to his dad after knowing him for like five minutes. hales really love stiles.

it's sad fandom at large sees her (and somewhat rightfully) as erica's replacement and than malia's as hers.

jeff davis should've let her out of the subplot basement though. just because she wasn't physically there doesn't mean she couldn't be talked about.

i just know he has a notebook full of hale backstory. the fucker.

#my blog #thoughts on teen wolf #teen wolf #cora hale

[the-himawari]

A3! Settsu Banri - Translation [SSR] MANKAI Feature (1/3)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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*knock, knock*

  Banri: Come in.  

*door opens*

  Izumi: Hey there. Sorry for this all of a sudden. I have to talk to you about something.  

Banri: It’s that, isn’t it? The poll for my side-chara, I mean.  

Izumi: Woah! How did you know?  

Banri: I figured it was ‘bout time for that. The project where we’re streamin’ spin-off stories of our side characters… Has my role been decided?  

Izumi: The side character you’re going to play this time as chosen by the poll is… David from Autumn troupe’s 8th performance, “South Hill Prison”.  

Banri: Huh, David… I didn’t see that one coming.  

Izumi: Actually, all your roles were popular in the poll. This one only won by a slim margin. That just goes to show how there are fans of all the roles you’ve played.  

Banri: …Yeah, guess so.  

Izumi: Tsuzuru-kun has started working on the script already, so let him know if you have any requests. Alright, I’m going to head back to the lounge. Let me know anytime if you have any other questions about the project.  

Banri: Sure. …Requests, eh? Where is the script for our 8th play…

*flips open*

Banri: …  

-pause-  

Banri: …  

Azami: …  

Banri: …  

Azami: …Hey. How long are you gonna stay here?  

Banri: Mm, I’m getting a change of pace.  

Azami: What’re you talkin’ about?  

Banri: I wanted to feel the breeze.  

Azami: You’re definitely pullin’ my leg.  

Banri: Haha. Alright, the truth is I was just thinkin’ about the spin-off for my role that was chosen in the survey.  

Azami: It’s your turn already?  

Banri: Yep.  

Azami: That’s fast…  

Banri: You say that, but it’ll be your turn soon.  

Azami: A spin-off, huh… is that what’s givin’ you trouble?  

Banri: Are you curious?  

Azami: I wanna know for reference when it’s my time.  

Banri: That’s not exactly it. Tsuzuru’s the one makin’ the script… So I’m more worried about the direction.  

Azami: What’re you, an honour student? That doesn’t help. *Siiigh*.  

Banri: …Say, Azami.  

Azami: What?  

Banri: Do you think David’s dad is alive?  

Azami: …  

Banri: …I’ll change my question. Do you think David can be saved?  

Azami: Um…  

Banri: …  

Azami: …  

Banri: My bad. I asked a weird question.  

Azami: …Nah, it’s fine. Both Shaw and Ren were saved emotionally, weren’t they? The thing is, although you might not call it a happy ending, the story ended on a redeeming note. Startin’ with Shaw, everyone that appears in the play is a criminal of some sort… But that sorta redemption is nice, at least in a story. …In reality, that stuff can’t be undone.  

Banri: Hm… that’s true.  

*pats head*  

Azami: ! Oi, don’t touch my head.  

*Banri leaves*  

Azami: The hell, pattin’ my head… He treats me like a little brother.

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#a3! #a3! translation #settsu banri #act! addict! actors! #HAPPY BIRTHDAY BANRI!!!

[scotianostra]

On 22nd March 1421, Scottish army. under the Earl of Buchan defeated English forces at Bauge in Anjou, France.

Not heard of it? That’s because the history we were taught in school was all anglicized, oh we did get a wee bit about the 100 year war, mainly Agincourt, because the English won that day, or possibly Crecy, another victory for them, Bauge and many other times the English were gubbed are ignored.

Ok you might be wondering why I say a Scottish army, historians all say that the majority of the troops were Scottish soldiers, aye there was a few Frenchmen fighting on “our” side, but this was very much a Scottish victory over an English army.

This all goes down as part of the Auld Alliance, which was signed in 1295 by King John Balliol and Philip IV of France. The Alliance was renewed periodically after that date and by the 1410s it was very much “in play” as Henry V of England initiated the third phase of the Hundred Years War, often known to historians as the Lancastrian War.

In 1418, it was the French Dauphin who called on his Scottish allies for assistance in his efforts to curtail Henry’s depredations after the great battle of Agincourt in 1415. It had to be the Dauphin, or Crown Prince, who sought help from Scotland because the French king, Charles VI, was already showing signs of the mental illness that would eventually see him nicknamed Charles the Mad.

The French aristocracy had split into two factions with many supporting the Duke of Burgundy in his aspirations to take the throne, while many others stayed loyal to the King and the House of Valois, known as the Armagnacs. Increasingly it was the teenaged Dauphin, the future Charles VII, who made all the major decisions for the Valois regime and, faced with the Burgundy alliance with Henry V and the surrender of many of his own forces, he sent for help from Scotland.

The complicating factor at the time was that King James I of Scotland was still a prisoner of the English, albeit that he was part of the royal household of Henry, whom he greatly admired, and he would actually fight with the English army against the French in France in 1420. In charge of Scotland was the Duke of Albany, Robert Stewart, who had become regent when James was first captured by the English in 1406 while en route to France.

There had been no large battles between the Scots and the English since the Battle of Homildon Hill, or Humbleton Hill, in 1402 won by the English, but with England preoccupied with France, Albany no doubt felt it safe to respond positively to Scotland’s oldest ally. By 1419, there was also peace of a sort along the border with England so the Scots could afford to send an army of around 6000 men including men at arms, spearman and archers to serve alongside the remaining French royal army.

Henry V’s of England’s brother, Thomas the Duke of Clarence led 10,000 men south towards the Loire. They set about besieging the castle at Bauge when the Scots were garrisoned, they made contact with them the day before Good Friday. A truce was reached, lasting until Monday, so that the combatants could properly observe the religious occasion of Easter.

The English lifted their siege and withdrew to nearby Beaufort, while the Scots camped at La Lude. However, early in the afternoon of Saturday Scottish scouts reported that the English had broken the truce and were advancing upon them hoping to take them by surprise. The Scots rallied hastily and battle was joined at a bridge which the Duke of Clarence, with banner unfurled for battle, sought to cross. A detachment of a few hundred men under Sir Robert Stewart of Ralston, reinforced by the retinue of Hugh Kennedy, held the bridge and prevented passage long enough for the Earl of Buchan to rally the rest of his army, whereupon they made a fighting retreat to the town where the English archers would be ineffective.

Both armies now joined in a bitter melee that lasted until nightfall. During this time Sir John Carmichael of Douglasdale broke his lance unhorsing the Duke of Clarence; since that day the Carmichael coat of arms displays an armoured hand holding aloft a broken lance in commemoration of the victory. Once on the ground, the Duke was killed by Sir Alexander Buchanan. The English dead included the Lord Roos, Sir John Grey and Gilbert de Umfraville, whose death directly led to the extinction of the male line of that illustrious family, well known to the Scots since the Wars of Independence. The Earl of Somerset and his brother were captured by Laurence Vernon (later elevated to the rank of knight for his conduct), the Earl of Huntingdon was captured by Sir John Sibbald, and Lord Fitz Walter was taken by Henry Cunningham.

On hearing of the Scottish victory, Pope Martin V passed comment by reiterating a common mediaeval saying, that the Scots are well-known as an antidote to the English.

#scotland #scottish #france #england #100 year war

[natsu-tte-noodle]

The “Wait, I Die in this Play??” Tier List

Under the cut for play spoiler purposes :3

Each level of dying in a play overrides the previous ones, so if a character has a role that almost dies AND a role that does die, they’re listed as “has died in a play.”

For the full rundown of having died in a play (this is game-verse; mankai stage would change some things up--notably Kazu would go up into almost dies thanks to Paul’s new development):

Sympathy for the Angel: Michael (Tsumugi) fades away at the end to nothingness

Stranger: Dom (Banri), Jon (Juza), and Nine’s (Sakyo) fates are unclear after the lab explodes

A Clockwork Heart: I’m counting S (Citron) being deactivated as a death in spirit

Ginji the Wanderer: Yokota (Omi) is killed by Ginji; Ginji himself (Sakyo) and Kojima (Taichi) are both critically injured during fights with Yokota and his men

Nocturnality: Franz (Hisoka) and Reo (Azuma) are both vampires, which puts them in “dead the whole time;” however, Reo being stabbed by Izumi bumps him up to “almost dies”

The Wonderful Charlatan of Oz: It’s implied that the Wizards of the East (Tsuzuru) and West (Itaru) are killed offstage by Dorothy by the end of the play

DEAD/UNDEAD: Red (Omi) and Bill (Sakyo) are dead at the start of the play, but are also killed again; Abel (Azami) is techically? Sort of? Half? Dead the whole time but it’s ok Azami dies in a later play; Roy (Taichi) dies in the beginning and then comes back and dies again, making Taichi the true king of dying in plays

The Phantom of the Opera: Richard (Homare) and Erik (Guy) both don’t escape the fire, but their bodies are never found

Knights of the Round IV: Gareth (Masumi) dies in the battle to free Gwen from her wedding to Arthur; (Merlin is defeated but he’s like. a demon and very clearly alive in the very end so he doesn’t count. I also wasn’t sure about King Arthur’s illness, but I think it’s safe to say Merlin didn’t plan for him to die then so)

Die by the Sword: Tojiro (Homare) has an attempt on his life; Kojiro (Guy) is killed by Musashi in their duel

Fallen Blood: The ending is ambiguous enough for me to feel comfortable saying it’s unclear if Blood (Juza) makes it through that last day

Yin Yang Midnight: Geppaku (Citron) is killed by what amounts to magical recoil; Hisui (Guy) then allows himself to be slain

Stray Devil Blues: Walter (Omi) is killed offscreen; Cliff (Azami) is very much killed onscreen; Mark (Taichi) dies while trying to help Lucifer near the very end

Immortal Crow: Tsugunobu (Misumi) is wounded severely enough to put him out of commission for several scenes; Minamoto no Yoritomo’s (Chikage) fate is unclear after his battle with Kurou

+3Ghosts!: Sora (Kumon), Aoi (Kazunari), and Minato (Muku) are dead the whole play. However I’m not counting fading away after completing your unfinished business and finally being able to move on as a death

Twin Kingdoms: Gilbert (Tasuku) and Sasha (Azami) (and Lutz but Shift isn’t in the tier list) are struck down by the dragon and wouldn’t have made it if Cain hadn’t been able to defeat it

South. Hill. Prison.: Ren (Azami) is dead the whole time

#a3! #this was purely made bc of Taichi my man my king of dies in this play

[zoesblogsposts]

o 625 words to know in your target language o

There is a really interesting blog called "Fluent Forever" that aids foreign language learners in tricks, tips and techniques to guide them to achieving fluency "quickly" and efficiently. One of the tricks is to learn these 625 vocab words in your target language, that way you have a basis to start delving into grammar with ease as you can understand a lot of vocab right off the bat. Plus this list of words are common across the world and will aid you in whatever language you are learning. Here is the list in thematic order

• Animal: dog, cat, fish, bird, cow, pig, mouse, horse, wing, animal

• Transportation: train, plane, car, truck, bicycle, bus, boat, ship, tire, gasoline, engine, (train) ticket, transportation

• Location: city, house, apartment, street/road, airport, train station, bridge hotel, restaurant, farm, court, school, office, room, town, university, club, bar, park, camp, store/shop, theater, library, hospital, church, market, country (USA,

France, etc.), building, ground, space (outer space), bank, location

• Clothing: hat, dress, suit, skirt, shirt, T-shirt, pants, shoes, pocket, coat, stain, clothing

• Color: red, green, blue (light/dark), yellow, brown, pink, orange, black, white, gray, color

• People: son, daughter, mother, father, parent (= mother/father), baby, man, woman, brother, sister, family, grandfather, grandmother, husband, wife, king, queen, president, neighbor, boy, girl, child (= boy/girl), adult (= man/woman), human (# animal), friend (Add a friend's name), victim, player, fan, crowd, person

• Job: Teacher, student, lawyer, doctor, patient, waiter, secretary, priest, police, army, soldier, artist, author, manager, reporter, actor, job

• Society: religion, heaven, hell, death, medicine, money, dollar, bill, marriage, wedding, team, race (ethnicity), sex (the act), sex (gender), murder, prison, technology, energy, war, peace, attack, election, magazine, newspaper, poison, gun, sport, race (sport), exercise, ball, game, price, contract, drug, sign, science, God

• Art. band, song, instrument (musical), music, movie, art

• Beverages: coffee, tea, wine, beer, juice, water, milk, beverage

• Food: egg, cheese, bread, soup, cake, chicken, pork, beef, apple, banana orange, lemon, corn, rice, oil, seed, knife, spoon, fork, plate, cup, breakfast, lunch, dinner, sugar, salt, bottle, food

• Home: table, chair, bed, dream, window, door, bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, pencil, pen, photograph, soap, book, page, key, paint, letter, note, wall, paper, floor, ceiling, roof, pool, lock, telephone, garden, yard, needle, bag, box, gift, card, ring, tool

• Electronics: clock, lamp, fan, cell phone, network, computer, program (computer), laptop, screen, camera, television, radio

• Body: head, neck, face, beard, hair, eye, mouth, lip, nose, tooth, ear, tear (drop), tongue, back, toe, finger, foot, hand, leg, arm, shoulder, heart, blood, brain, knee, sweat, disease, bone, voice, skin, body

• Nature: sea, ocean, river, mountain, rain, snow, tree, sun, moon, world, Earth, forest, sky, plant, wind, soil/earth, flower, valley, root, lake, star, grass, leaf, air, sand, beach, wave, fire, ice, island, hill, heat, nature

• Materials: glass, metal, plastic, wood, stone, diamond, clay, dust, gold, copper, silver, material

• Math/Measurements: meter, centimeter, kilogram, inch, foot, pound, half, circle, square, temperature, date, weight, edge, corner

• Misc Nouns: map, dot, consonant, vowel, light, sound, yes, no, piece, pain, injury, hole, image, pattern, noun, verb, adjective

• Directions: top, bottom, side, front, back, outside, inside, up, down, left, right, straight, north, south, east, west, direction

• Seasons: Summer, Spring, Winter, Fall, season

• Numbers: 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 21, 22, 30, 31, 32, 40, 41, 42, 50, 51, 52, 60, 61, 62, 70, 71, 72, 80, 81, 82, 90, 91, 92, 100, 101, 102, 110, 111, 1000, 1001, 10000, 100000, million, billion, 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, number

• Months: January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December

• Days of the week: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday

• Time: year, month, week, day, hour, minute, second, morning, afternoon, evening, night, time

• Verbs: work, play, walk, run, drive, fly, swim, go, stop, follow, think, speak/say, eat, drink, kill, die, smile, laugh, cry, buy, pay, sell, shoot(a gun), learn, jump, smell, hear (a sound), listen (music), taste, touch, see (a bird), watch (TV), kiss, burn, melt, dig, explode, sit, stand, love, pass by, cut, fight, lie down, dance, sleep, wake up, sing, count, marry, pray, win, lose, mix/stir, bend, wash, cook, open, close, write, call, turn, build, teach, grow, draw, feed, catch, throw, clean, find, fall, push, pull, carry, break, wear, hang, shake, sign, beat, lift

• Adjectives: long, short (long), tall, short (vs tall), wide, narrow, big/large, small/little, slow, fast, hot, cold, warm, cool, new, old (new), young, old (young), weak, dead, alive, heavy, light (heavy), dark, light (dark), nuclear, famous

#second language #language #learning #rory gilmore #smart #tips

[winterswhite]

A3! Play-Off: Tiebreaker Poll

#a3! #a3 #a3! play off #tiebreaker poll #south. hill. prison #south hill prison #hotel compass

[usatokkiss]

ew

#a3 #a3! #a3! act! addict! actors! #banri settsu #settsu banri #shp #south hill prison #david (shp) #blood

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

A Shade of Gray: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Summary: Your abilities are put to the test when you have to gather evidence based on what your psyche is telling you. Hotch believes in you, and that’s the only thing that matters.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

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Bill, Emily, and Derek head to the woods where the other two bodies were found while Rossi takes Rollins back to the station with the bag of toys. If the parents of the victims can point out their son's toys, then it would help Rollins' case. However, only the first two families could. Sarah and Dan didn't find a single item belonging to Kyle.

Rossi keeps your words in mind when he questions him, and it seems like Rollins is a little too eager to give the information up. Almost like he's just telling Rossi what he wants to hear. He doesn't want to go to a certain prison because he knows what they do to child molesters. The DA might make the deal only if he gives the location to Kyle, which he does.

Derek, Emily, Rossi, and Bill arrive at the spot where the other two boys were found right after you and Spencer got there.

"What if he went further south?" Bill asks, causing you to look up from your phone.

"Why/"

"There's a service road down that way. It's not marked, but it would have been his fastest way in and out of here."

"Well, we know Rollins didn't spend a lot of time with Kyle." The group notices you and Spencer when they get down to the spot where you're at. "Hey, did you find anything?"

"No. I thought it'd best to come check out the dumpsite," you lie. Spencer knows you don't want Bill overhearing all of this which is why he keeps his mouth shut. "Where were the first two bodies found?"

"The first boy was found up the hill and the other one was found a few yards down the hill. We're in the middle of both dumpsites."

The wind softly blows through the trees and pushes your hair back, and something tells you to look to the right. Kyle is standing there in his pajamas standing between two trees. He turns and heads down the mountain, and you immediately follow him.

"Where are you going?" Bill asks.

"I see something over here."

Kyle leads you through the trees like a maze until you can see the same colored pajamas on the ground. Kyle mists away after having found peace knowing he is going to get justice. Kyle is lying on the ground neatly with his arms crossed over his chest. This isn't consistent with the first two murders because Rollins never killed Kyle.

"Guys! I found Kyle!"

"Oh God, that's him. That's Kyle," Bill says from behind you. "I gotta call Dan and Sarah."

"We saw the pictures. He dumped the first two boys like garbage. This is different. Do you think Rollins started feeling guilt or remorse?"

"It's not Rollins," you say once Bill leaves to call Kyle's parents. "I found a lot of evidence back at their house. I don't want Bill to know until Rossi and Hotch do."

"Then let's go."

As soon as the local police come to section off the dumpsite, you head back to the police station with everyone else to join the other half of your team. Bill came back with you to take a moment in his office, giving you the opportunity to tell your team what you've got.

"I just talked to Rollins. He said he dumped Kyle's body in the river. He's clearly lying. He doesn't have any connection to that boy," Hotch says.

Penelope calls you on your phone, and you place her on speakerphone for everyone to hear.

"What's up, Pen?"

"I found something on the footage you sent me."

"What footage?" Hotch asks.

"So, Spencer and I compared the bedrooms of all three boys, and it looks like Kyle's room was staged to look like there was a struggle. We found both beds in Danny's bunk bed to have been slept in, and the bottom one had a wet spot with Kyle's teddy bear over it. Dan had busted knuckles, and while he told me he got that at the gym, I thought about the broken window in the basement." There is a box within the evidence you've collected and notice the pieces of the broken window. "Great! They came in. I bet if you put the pieces together, there will be one missing because it'll have Dan's blood on it. This doesn't prove that Danny killed his brother, but someone in that family did, and Bill knows about it."

"We talked to the neighbor who has a camera pointed to her flower bed in the front. At first, there was nothing in the footage so we sent it to Garcia for further analysis. Garcia?"

"Yes, boy wonder, I thought there was nothing in the beginning until I found something odd. It's a loop. I was able to remove the loop to see the video underneath since that lady clearly doesn't know what she's doing with a computer. This is what it shows."

Penelope sends the video to you and you put it on the laptop for everyone to see. The camera placement isn't fully on the Murphy house but it's enough to see what's going on. Early in the morning of Kyle's death shows Bill approaches the house. His car blocks part of the house but doesn't block when he's carrying something in a large rug. There is clearly something inside wrapped inside of it but you can't see what.

"Is this enough evidence?" you ask Hotch.

"Plenty. Garica, see what else you can find out about Lancaster that we don't already know. Reid and Prentiss, watch the press conference and see if you can find anything. You know where we stand. Please be discreet. Y/N, a word, please."

You and Hotch go off to the side while everyone else gets to work.

"Did I choke you?" you chuckle nervously.

"You took real initiative today. I'm proud of you." A big smile spreads across your face. "You were a leader today. Keep up the good work."

"Yes, sir," you grin.

"You gathered the evidence. What do you want to do now?"

"Go talk to the Murphys."

"Lead the way."

You and Hotch go alone to the Murphy house to keep the agents to a minimum. When Dan answers the door, you expect him to have red eyes and a swollen face from crying. He has tears in his eyes but it looks like he forced them to come out just minutes before your arrival.

"Listen, I appreciate you coming by, but Bill was already here. He told us about Kyle."

"That's not why we're here, Mr. Murphy. We need to talk."

"Can it wait? Danny's not taking the news too well."

"No, it can't. We need to talk right now. Hugh Rollins didn't kill your son."

"If he didn't, then who did?"

"You tell me," you say simply.

"Someone broke into my house and took my boy. When I woke up, he was gone."

"Who did this, Dan?"

"I don't know!" he yells a bit too loudly. "My little boy is dead, and you have a suspect in custody. Isn't that good enough?"

He really wants it to be Rollin because he can't handle the thought of himself or his son doing this to Kyle.

"You see the neighbor across the street?"

"What about her?"

"Did you know she has a camera pointing toward your house?" Dan's face completely pales at your words. "Now, would you like to tell me what happened last night? Or do you want to watch what happened last night?" Dan can't speak even if he wanted to. "Did you or Sarah get upset with Kyle?"

"No!"

"Was there an accident?"

"No!"

"What is going on?" Sarah asks and comes to the door.

"Did either of you kill Kyle?"

"What? Why would you ask me that?" Sarah gasps.

She feels relief knowing someone is going to know the truth so she doesn't have to carry that burden anymore, but she also feels nervous about what is going to happen to her family if people know.

"Did Danny kill Kyle?"

Sarah breaks down crying, and you have your answer.

"It was an accident," she cries.

"Let's go back to the station, please. Bring Danny."

Hotch is very impressed with the way you're handling things so he continues to let you be the one in charge. Bill isn't very happy to see his friends in the station, but Hotch and Rossi take time to explain to him what's going on. You bring the Murphys to the break room that's located right next to an interrogation room.

Ten minutes later, Hotch comes in after talking to Bill.

"Detective Lancaster just confessed."

You're confused but know Hotch said this for a reason so you keep your mouth shut.

"I need to see him," Dan says.

"First, we need you both to confirm the timeline again. We'll compare it to Lancaster's statement."

"What about Danny?"

"He doesn't need to hear any more of this. Y/N, do you mind?"

"I've got him."

"We can talk in here."

Hotch opens the conjoining door to the interrogation room and walks inside after the parents do.

"Can I have a snack?" Danny asks.

"Sure."

You walk over to the cabinets and find a bag of chips for him to snack on. There is also a bottle of Sprite you give to him to keep him happy. He grabs the Sprite and chugs three sips before putting it back on the table.

"You got any games here?"

"I don't think so."

"Can I watch cartoons?"

"Sure. Let's see if we can find some." You grab the remote and try to find some cartoons. Danny grabs the bag of chips and tries to open it but can't. He gets so angry at it that he begins smashing the chips onto the table. "Hey! Stop. I can open it for you." You open the bag and slowly put it in front of him. "There, it's open. Do you get mad like that a lot?"

"My mom says I have a bad temper."

"Did you and Kyle play together?"

"Only when I had to. He was always breaking my stuff."

"Yeah, I grew up with tons of siblings. I know how that goes."

"I'm not going to miss that," he scoffs and eats his chips. "He would always sleep in my room."

"I hear Kyle liked your bunk beds."

"They weren't for him. They were for my friends. He was always wetting the bed like a baby."

"Is that why you didn't want to play with him? Because he was a baby?"

"Yeah, but he thought he was big enough to play with me. Like today; he broke my model plane. It took me all week to make it."

"Today? How did that happen?"

"I woke up really early and wanted to finish it. I had it all set up in the basement."

"What time was that?"

"Early. He wanted to play with it, but I told him he could look at it. He ended up breaking it after I told him not to! So, I hurt him."

"After you did that, how did you feel?"

"Like I'd get in trouble. Like the time when our dog died because I kicked him too hard. He kept bothering me."

JJ walks into the room with a piece of paper in her hands, and you take it without a word. It's Kyle's autopsy results. You know the real reason why Kyle died.

"Will you watch him?" you ask her.

"Sure."

You walk into the interrogation room with the autopsy in hand.

"Danny told me what he did to Kyle. Do you know what he did?"

"Yes, we know."

"Everything he did?" Dan and Sarah look at each other in confusion. "Danny stuffed plane parts down Kyle's throat."

"What? No, he wouldn't do that."

"You told Danny to watch his temper. What else did you worry about? He said you had a puppy but he died."

"God," Sarah gasps and cries.

"Your son is ill and needs help. The truth is, the only thing Danny isn't capable of is remorse. He feels nothing. The son you are trying to protect is a sociopath."

Bill, Dan, and Sarah are going to face repercussions for hiding what really happened to Kyle while Danny is going to go to therapy to get some medicine to help him. You knew the second you stepped foot into the Murphy house that this whole thing was a cover-up, and you think you did a pretty good job at taking the lead on this one.

If you're lucky, this can be a permanent feeling.

"Without a family, man, alone in the world, trembles with the cold." - Andre Maurois

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JUST FOR FUN: BEST BANRI HAIRSTYLE

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SSO MASTERMAP (unofficial)

-> Two new big locations: Jorcrater and Drakon Valley -> New smaller areas: - Old Garnok Project Site (Springvalley)- during SSL4 DC thought they found G’s prison here. - New Garnok Project Site (Summerplains)- now they found the real site of the prison. We travel to the island via boat to spy on them and find out about their plans. - Awakened Stone Circle (Summerplains)- during the events of the Summerplains storyline it lies dormant. Once the Final Battle storylines start and we open the Jorcrater, the Stone Circle awakens. The Path of the Winds leading north will lead us to the location (new small island later) of the Final Battle against Garnok.

DRAKON VALLEY

Entrance: through Wisp valley east of the Von Blyssen manor. You go through the Forgotten Tunnel and arrive in Drakon Valley: the original digsite of Dark Core (formerly Deep Core).

Land: A deep, dry valley in the Central Mountain Range. Only a handful of dying trees remain, the land is covered in oil spills, piles of unused ore and rock and broken runestones. Littered with dinosaur bones: complete skeletons, bigger and smaller bones, many broken and many used by DC as fence poles for example. Gives the valley and evil and apocalyptic look.

Story: As the final battle agianst Garnok starts, we have to learn more about Jorvik’s and G’s past to figure out a way to defeat him. We explore the valley, learn about the history of Deep Core and Dark Core, Drakonium, how they found and started to awaken Garnok.

LOCATIONS:

-> Old Deep Core Mine: has been abandoned for hundreds of years now, ever since the big accident, that trapped many miners in the deep. Even back then, many of the Deep Core leaders were serving Garnok, digging in hopes of finding something that would help set him free. They did: the accident happened when DC first found Draconium and didn’t know how explosive it was.

-> The Collapsed Tunnel: Leads to the non-horse part of Jorvik. Originally was used for transporting ores from Drakon Valley to Central Jorvik. The tunnel was collapsed deliberately after Deep Core closed because of the accident.

-> New Dark Core Mine: opened after the company restarted and got renamed. The road goes through the mountains to Central Jorvik, a big gate prevents you from going through.

-> Draconium Mine: the Old Deep Core Mine almost totally collapsed because of the Draconium explosion and the company was forced to shut down and forbidden to dig there again. More recently they found a richer Draconium spot next to the New Mine. They have gotten better at handling the volatile ore, but it is still the most dangerous working environment in Jorvik, with the most casualties happening.

-> Drakon Valley Expedition: DC lied about finding historical artifacts in the valley so they could dig unchecked. Now Nic Stoneground and his team arrive with MC and start collecting and uncovering the forgotten artifacts.

JORCRATER

Entrance: 1. South- through Winterdale from Jorwatch Druid Village. Go through the passage through the mountains and arrive in Moonstorm Village. 2. North- through Springvalley from Thistlebranch Druid Village. Go through Wispvalley and follow the river through a cave to arrive in Sunstar Village.  

Land: the whole crater is covered with the Aideenwoods, lush and green, even more full of life, than the Wildwoods. Countless wildlife, butterflies, squirrels, rabbits, deer, Jorvik Wild Horses wander in the forest. The Jordrassil tree- the heart of the island stands in the middle, surrounded by a lake, which is the origin of the Suncrown and Silversong rivers. Four hills surround the world tree, each has a small Rune Seal Stone Circle on top.

Story: After Aideen defeated Garnok, she was exhausted, didn’t have enough energy to exist anymore. She dispersed and her energy went into the island and its creatures. From her life energy a huge tree grew in the middle of the island: the Jordrassil, the magical focus for the servants of good.

LOCATIONS:

-> Jordrassil: huge tree in the middle of the lake. Four bridges from the four Rune Seal Hills lead to the trunk. Master portal of the Tree Portal fast travel system.

-> Sunstar village: half of the druid characters camp out here. Overseeing and guarding the northern half of the Aideenwoods.

-> Moonstorm village: the other half of the druid characters. Overseeing and guarding the southern half of the Aideenwoods.

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Echoes & Omens by Itsmotivatingcara (M) word count: 100,707 Echoes of the dead come in many forms. Their imprints forever tied to the ones who'd killed them. Louis Tomlinson is able to track the dead using their echoes, they call to him. He's used that gift to aid Scotland Yard in their investigations, with the hopes of studying Criminology at Cambridge University. He's lived a life of privilege and good fortune as a Marquess, son of the late Duke Tomlinson, with his life mapped out since day one. Until two terrible truths are revealed. One, he's adopted. Two, his biological parents are London's most notorious serial killers. Against his family's wishes, Louis travels to Chicago to uncover the truth of their incarceration. Much to his dismay, his biological mother's Lawyer, Harry Styles, wants to take his case. Together, they work to uncover what really happened all those years ago, but perhaps more is revealed than they could've ever anticipated. Trapped in a whirlwind of portents and omens, Louis and Harry find themselves pitted against an enemy they'd not foreseen.

Desperation Was My Sanctuary by InsightfulInsomniac (E) word count: 101,830 A smutty, non-traditional strangers-to-lovers story about finding yourself, friendship, safety, sexual discovery, and an unexpected collision with tender, profound love.

House of the Rising Sun by Itsmotivatingcara (M) word count: 101,928 “It wasn’t me.��� Louis said after they’d walked a block in silence, Harry glanced over in surprise but this time Louis didn’t meet his eyes, instead looking ahead. The moonlight cast shadows under his striking cheekbones, and not for the first time, Harry thought he was eerily beautiful - though immortality would likely have a hand in that. “It was supposed to be, but I got caught up in something else.” “Something more important than murdering a witch” Harry snarked, “Will wonders never cease.” He felt Louis’ irritation before he spoke again, “Careful, little lamb.” He murmured. Little lamb. Harry despised the nickname Louis had given him when they’d first met nine months prior. Little Lamb to the slaughter, Louis had said mockingly. Or The Originals AU that no one asked for.

The Lonely Planet Guide to Second Chances by 1Diamondinthesun (NR) word count: 102,976 The breakup travel fic featuring romantic sunsets, awkward bed sharing, and second chances against a backdrop of some of Europe's most iconic cities.

Halfway Home by Itsmotivatingcara (M) word count: 103,158 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.

Beautiful War by Itsmotivatingcara (M) word count: 103,380 Five years ago, Louis was nearly the next victim in a string of murders plaguing Portland, Oregon. He managed to escape and the Angel Killer was apprehended and sent to prison. Now, Louis' a best-selling author that assists state police with minor cases. He still suffers from the events of the days he'd been held hostage, but he's found ways to cope. That is, until the killings start up again. A body was found in the woods. A body that bared the same signature the media had dubbed: The Angel of Death. Special Agent Harry Styles leads the case, and he doesn't buy into the clairvoyant bullshit that Louis spewed to save face five years ago. He's certain that Louis Tomlinson was involved. Until they meet, and they're both left questioning everything they'd thought to be true. Or an FBI-Clairvoyant AU

Where You'd Rather Be by Itsmotivatingcara (M) word count: 103,456 Louis runs the best Canine Search and Rescue school in Augusta, Maine, one that trains dogs to track missing persons. He lives an idyllic life on Togus Pond where he's built his career from the ground up. He has everything he could ever want, a beautiful home, friends he adores and a dog that aids his students in their training. Romantic entanglements have never been high up on his list of priorities. That is, until he stumbles across a body in the woods. A woman was brutally murdered and dumped on his doorstep. It doesn't help that the Detective on the case happens to be devilishly handsome and just the right amount of broody. Detective Harry styles has a murder to solve, he's just gotten out of a long-term relationship and he's certainly not looking for another. Regardless of whether the man who run's the SAR unit's blue eyes sparkle with promise and a sense of belonging. Something he may or may not have been searching for all his life.

Leave It at That by Antiseptic (E) word count: 103,899 The one where Louis Tomlinson comes out as gay at the age of thirty and all the other former One Direction members find out through social media. All of them. Harry Styles included.

a heaven of hell by Itsmotivatingcara (E) word count: 108,567 Harry has spent years training to become a guardian. He gets drafted to join the program in Nova where he plans to build his new life. During his probationary period, he's selected to guard none other than the Council head of Skara, Louis Tomlinson. After surviving a demon attack on his very first night in Terrabith, he's forced to work alongside his new charge to uncover the truth behind exactly what happened that night, and why. Suspicions run high among the Council, and they all lead back to Louis. But is the Darkling responsible for the deaths that have cropped up over the past two decades? Or is it simply a rogue demon that's found its way through the Divide...A Fantasy AU

babydoll blues by devilinmybrain(venomedveins) (E) word count: 111,512 Louis is a high profile, filthy rich label executive who has the world at his feet - a music god.. Harry is the sugar baby trying to make a name for himself singing in shady bars and hanging off the arm of Louis' biggest rival. What Louis wants, Louis gets. But what if the game gets too hot and hits a little too close to the heart?

Tired Tired Sea by MediaWhore (M) word count: 113,303 As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter.

Our Lives, Non-Fiction by indiaalphawhiskey (E) word count: 113,574 A lesson in romance that proves that sometimes the best love stories aren’t always by the book.

Mine Would Be You by crinkle-eyed-boo(KimmieRocks) (E) word count: 114,698 Louis returns to New York City five years after he left it – and the love of his life – behind. He didn't intend to see Harry again, but fate has a funny way of pulling them together, whether they like it or not. After making a begrudging truce, they both start to wonder: Would it be so bad if history repeated itself?

we're not friends, we could be anything by nooelgallagher, yoursongonmyheart (E) word count: 115,506 The one where Harry and Louis are unlikely uni flatmates who definitely don't like each other and definitely won't fall in love (even if Liam and Niall think otherwise).

Fucking Animals by pointerbrother (E) word count: 116,687 Louis is the frontman of an equal rights-movement, author of a book about beta-omega marriage and the struggles of being born and boxed into a personality you don't necessarily feel you fit. The notion that an omega must want to be with an alpha or else he or she's just settling for less, is bullshit. But, fucking hell.

Never Be by cherrystreet (E) word count: 117,522 The one where Harry Styles moves to Connecticut from England for nine months as a part of a study abroad program, and he just so happens to move in with Louis Tomlinson and family.

Take Me As I Am by lovelarry10 (E) word count: 117,895 Secrets. Lies. Deception. Betrayal. Self-discovery. Alpha. Omega. How far will they go to hide the truth?

Drops of Jupiter by Itsmotivatingcara (M) word count: 121,826 In a small, sleepy town ruled by prejudice, Louis Tomlinson runs his grandmothers shop for the occult. He finds comfort in his tarot cards, his friends, and a dog that he doesn't have room for. He thought the worst he'd have to deal with would be bigotry, until a new sheriff arrives with a headstrong little girl that's impossible not to fall in love with. But what happens when a string of break-ins leads to a brutal attack, and the towns' darling is murdered right under their Sunday hats? A murder that just so happens to bear the same modus operandi as similar homicides in neighbouring states. Has the killer been circling Virginia, or is he a local of Lavender Hills? And what will Louis do when the charming Sheriff Styles starts to suspect him of such a heinous crime?

The Finish Line (Is A Good Place For Us To Start) by LoadedGunn (E) word count: 121,961 Louis Tomlinson, one-time Formula 1 World Champion, is looking forward to the 2013 season. He’s got Zayn in his garage and Liam in his ear, he’s got Cowell Racing backing him despite former indiscretions, he’s got experience and the best race car out there. Not to mention he’s the only racer they have, after Oliver dropped out late last year. It hasn’t occurred to him that Oliver would have to be replaced by February. That is, until he finds himself at a party celebrating Harry Styles leaving Ferrari for Cowell. Harry hotshot Styles, who broke a record last year and is probably looking to make a big splash. Harry Styles, who is talented and somewhat intimidating. Harry Styles, who left Ferrari for reasons unknown and seems kind of lonely and harmless in person. Lonely, harmless, hot as fuck. Whatever. The first thing Louis does is take him under his wing. From there it’s nine months of slow-burning romance, the past catching up to them, turning into the human puppy pile that is OT5 and a lot of feelings until, of course, reaching the finish line.

Wild & Unruly by 100percentsassy, gloria_andrews (E) word count: 123,655 Harry is a cowboy sitting on the biggest oil reservoir in Wyoming, and Louis is the paralegal assigned to pressure him into selling his land.

got the sunshine on my shoulders by hattalove (E) word count: 124,165 five years ago, harry styles left his tiny home town to make it big as a recording artist. he didn't have much regard for what he left behind - a life, a family, and a husband, who woke up one morning to find him gone. now, harry has everything he could possibly want: he's rich, famous, and adored by everyone he meets, including his boyfriend. but when said boyfriend proposes to him, he's forced to face the uncomfortable facts of his past - and louis, who's spent the last five years returning every set of divorce papers harry sent him. (or, an au based on the movie sweet home Alabama.)

Saving Symphony Hall by HelloAmHere (E) word count: 124,766 “I think I have an idea,” Louis said. Slowly, and reluctantly, but with a growing sense of the inevitable. “God damnit, I think I have a really good idea.” “Oh christ, that's the problem-solving face,” Babs said. “Last time we saw that face, he sold a company.” “Wait, what?” Zayn asked. “Right place, right time,” Louis said. “Also, fuck my life,” “What?” Zayn repeated. Niall patted his hand. “I usually just roll with whatever Louis is about to do,” he said. “It’s better for us all.” “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.”

Golden by shaylea (E) word count: 128,077 On a rainy night in Auckland in the middle of his world tour, popstar Harry Styles loses his ability to carry on. Instead of continuing to Sydney and the rest of his tour, he seeks sanctuary with Louis Tomlinson, a man with a macadamia nut farm and a mysterious past.

For As Long As I Can Remember (It's Been December) by green_feelings (E) word count: 128,451 After recovering from a severe accident that causes Harry to lose his memory of three years, he moves to London to start his life over as a star chef. Little does he know that when he falls in love with Louis at first sight, it’s not the first time they meet.

Wild Love by purpledaisy (E) word count: 130,692 AU: Two best friends try to date each other for forty days. It's supposed to be fun until emotions make it complicated.

Love Is A Rebellious Bird by 100percentsassy, gloria_andrews (E) word count: 134,891 AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who "has made Mozart cool again" according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too. Don't hum Bolero.

Unbelievers by isthatyoularry (E) word count: 136,814 The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything.

Own the Scars by crinkle-eyed-boo(KimmieRocks) (E) word count: 144,707 Louis has never felt like he was good enough: for his stepdad, for his life-long best friend, for the life he's supposed to want. After an accident that nearly costs him his life, Louis' parents send him to rehab where he’s forced to face his demons. On the long and difficult road to recovery, Louis must confront the truths he’s been avoiding about his future, his relationships, and his sense of self-worth. Because before he can love anyone else, he’s got to learn how to love himself first.

Escapade by dolce_piccante (M) word count: 146,241 In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He's rich. He's handsome. He's reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.

Walk That Mile by purpledaisy (E) word count: 149,570 A Route 66 AU where falling in love was never part of the plan.

It's Fine To Fake It 'Til You Make It ('Til It's True) by sunflouwerhabit (NR) word count: 150,960 Harry dreads an impending visit to his hometown, where he’ll be forced to reunite with a newly engaged ex-boyfriend, a childhood best friend turned near stranger, and a family who never understood just how desperately he needed to leave. In the midst of it all, a ludicrous Twitter proposition brings him to Louis.

It Goes, It's Golden by lucythegoosey (E) word count: 150,991 Canon Compliant AU in which Harry and Louis broke under the strain of it all and now, years on, there's a chance to put all the pieces back together. Set in early April 2015 all the way through to October. Written in Harry and Louis' perspectives, alternating every chapter.

Take My Breath Away by RealityBetterThanFiction (E) word count: 153,658 There is a prestigious school in the British Royal Navy classified as Premier Delta - or as it is known by its flyers, 1D. These select pilots are an elite set of Naval lieutenants who are trained in the skill of aggressive aerial combat. They are instruments of war, trained in times of peace. They are dogfighters, relentless and fearless in their mission to protect their beloved country. From their lofty vantage, they are always watching, waiting, and ready to lay it all on the line. Lt. Harry Styles, call sign Sparrow, is a prodigy when it comes to flying. The owner of an unrivaled Naval pedigree, being a pilot was always written in the stars for Harry. With his trusty RIO, Lt. Niall Horan, Harry has made an unprecedented ascension in the ranks of the Naval aerial combat elite, and has been recruited to the esteemed Premier Delta flight school, carrying on his family’s legacy. What he finds there are unexpected friendships, perilous challenges, and something beyond what he ever thought possible. Because as his father had always told him, before the great Captain Styles went tragically missing in combat, you don’t fall in love with the sky, you fall in love with what keeps you on the ground.

How Many Times Will It Take (To Get This Right) by LilyBlue28 (E) word count: 157,806 The one where Louis and Harry used to be good friends (and casual fuck buddies), until Harry's music career took off and he left for a world tour. Louis disappeared from his life after that and for the next four years Harry mourns the loss of his friend (and his lover) until fate brings them back together, and Harry's life turns upside down...again.

love is a word, you gave it a name by CuckooTrooke (E) word count: 158,591 After two decades in brutal show business, Louis Tomlinson is trying to restore his tranquility of mind in the peace of Northern Europe where the sun barely sets, Maria's bar is always open, and young Harry has an irresistible spark in his eyes.

Light Spills In A Flood by unscattered_horizons (NR) word count: 162,088 Liam retrieves an old copy of Hamlet from the bookshelf and grabs the plum coloured blanket that Harry crocheted for their flat when they moved in a few years ago. Zayn lays between Liam’s legs with his back on Liam’s chest, settling in to read along and pulling the blanket across their laps. Liam reaches his arms around Zayn, holding the book open so they can both read the verses. Zayn turns the pages as they go, brushing Liam’s hands each time he does, and they both feel a little tingle in their fingertips with each new page. The third time he brushes Liam’s hand, Zayn keeps his fingertips there, tracing Liam’s tattoos as if redrawing them, marking each petal in his memory. Liam feels like his hand is on fire, as if Zayn really is inking the roses into his hand again, hyper aware of how gentle Zayn’s touch is. It feels like a blessing. It’s a measure of how exhausted they both are that they only make it through the end of Act 3 before Zayn is fully asleep and Liam is drifting off too. Liam wakes Zayn with a hand through his hair, brushing strands off his forehead where they’ve fallen to cover his eyes, those beautiful golden brown eyes.

Belong To The Rain by unscattered_horizons (NR) word count: 172,159 “We really are that couple, aren’t we?” Harry asks when taking a breath, eyes shut while he focuses on the way Louis tastes, the smell of his cologne warm on his neck, the way his hair falls against Harry’s face and tickles at his skin. Louis kisses him again before answering. “Probably, but you’ll have to be more specific.” He moves his hands onto Harry now, holding him firm. “The kind that just got a lock and key tattoo.” Harry groans when Louis bites his neck and tugs on his hair to pull his head to the side. “We have about a dozen matching tattoos, H. That ship sailed a decade ago.” Louis makes his point by squeezing Harry’s tricep where the literal ship that matches Louis’ compass is delicately inked into his husband’s skin. “Thank fuck…” Harry trails off, Louis’ hands moving around to hold Harry’s ass and shift their bodies even closer together, one leg between Harry’s while he pulls him lower down the wall. “Louis…” Harry doesn’t get an answer so he pushes his hips into Louis to get his attention. “Lou.” “What babe? You alright?” Louis pulls back so he can look at Harry fully. He gets one of Harry’s searching stares. “I want a baby.”

Bloodsport by isthatyoularry (E) word count: 172,653 A mortal enemies with benefits story with a touch of football, lust, and family drama. The Unbelievers Story from Harry's point of view.

Given a Chance by Fabby (E) word count: 173,467 The one where Louis and Harry run into each other five years after One Direction ends and learn how to love each other again. Featuring: Reggie as the overweight labrador, Niall as Louis’ last grip on reality, and Nowheresville, North Carolina as the setting for Louis’ worst nightmare to come true.

Your Mess Is Mine by amory (M) word count: 176,723 Louis is the father to the most brilliant little boy in the world who is all Louis really needs, or at least that's what he tells himself. Harry is a gorgeous boybander fresh off a two year break and a massive scandal that's left him a little broken and more than ready to move on. They fall in love.

Be There by mission2feelike (NR) word count: 179,339 The one where their family has been torn apart and their hearts broken, but an accident, a snowstorm, cinnamon rolls, and the adorable Josie force Louis and Harry to finally face the truth, and each other.

Have Faith In Me by stylinsoncity (M) word count: 183,420 As the son of Anne Styles, millionaire owner of one of the world's most luxurious fashion labels, Harry has spent his last seventeen years living in carefree extravagance. And now he's grown tired of it, along with the pressure from his mum to follow in her footsteps and the constant care given to him by her past assistants. When his mum's newest assistant, Louis, moves into the guesthouse, Harry determines to be treated differently. To be treated like an adult. Except Louis is not at all what Harry was expecting... This is a story about growing up, growing in love and having the faith to make it last.

Fading by tothemoonmydear (M) word count: 202,393 Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he’s found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is.

Angels Fly by LilyBlue28 (NR) word count: 203,082 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?

Young & Beautiful by Velvetoscar (M) word count: 227,417 Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.

One More Time Again by orphan_account (E) word count: 232,268 On the morning of his second sold-out performance at Madison Square Garden, Harry wakes up to find that he's sixteen years old, on The X Factor, and that he has a chance to make things right. A canon-compliant fix-it fic (sort of).

You Can Hear It In The Silence by Imogenlee (E) word count: 234,857 When Harry Styles was accepted into a post-grad degree, he knew he could no longer afford his flat, leaving him with three options: 1) Move back into student halls. 2) Become homeless. 3) Move in with his best (and only) friend, Niall, and three of Niall's other mates. He went with the third option. But it was a close race. Shame one of his roommates reminded him why he only has one friend. If there is one thing Louis Tomlinson can't stand, it's pretentious tossers, having grown up around enough of them. If there is one thing he can't live without, it would be his friends. So he was proper thrilled to move in with his best mates and a couple of other lads. That was until he discovered one of them was the archetype for a pretentious tosser. In the interest of seeing out the twelve-month lease without killing each other, they both try (debatable) to get along despite believing they are opposite in almost every conceivable way, each having the communication skills of a cucumber, and secrets that have no business be kept secret.

Call Answered by beechersnope (E) word count: 249,287 The day after his 27th birthday, Harry Styles attempts suicide. Louis is flown to his bedside to unravel the mystery of why he did it after a flash drive is found with a note attached, addressed to Louis. On it are a collection of 78 songs, all written for different dates from their past.

On the Horizon by FitzAndLarry (M) word count: 261,051 Drunk, loose, and excited on the first night of his two-week-long cruise, Doctor Harry Styles finds himself with a little extra company on what has turned out to be a lonely experience. Louis, the pilot who helped fly him across the Atlantic, is the object of his fling. Thus begins an adventure filled with laughter, sun, and trauma rearing its ugly head. Deadline on their companionship, the pair commit to enjoying their time - and Harry, the screw-up he is, can't help but lose himself in the fantasy.

May You Enjoy Your New Life by aimmyarrowshigh (E) word count: 264,033 When One Direction begins, Harry Styles is a sixteen-year-old boy foundering under the pressure of impending fatherhood. His ability to balance the sobering responsibility of caring for his tiny daughter, Millie, and the exhilaration of seeing his own dreams coming to fruition affects not only his future, but those of Liam, Zayn, Niall, and Louis, who never expected fealty to be the key to their success. But Liam is the first to show him how to grow up without growing old, and Zayn is the first to defend from the public what is private and precious. Louis -- Louis is the first for a lot of things; for most of the moments of Millie's life and for the moments of Harry's that matter. And Niall is the first to toast when Millie is born: Go maire sibh bhur saol nua -- 'may you enjoy your new life.'

Down the Line by sunflouwerhabit (G) word count: 279,961 Star shortstop Louis Tomlinson only finds solace between the white-chalk lines of a baseball diamond, until Harry Styles- the absolute bane of his existence and (probably) the worst pitcher in Major League Baseball- becomes an overnight sensation in the city Louis calls home.

Time Bomb by ThisSentimentalHeart (M) word count: 291,555 the one where Louis has everything: a lead role in a giant Hollywood franchise, a glittering new house with an entertaining Irish neighbor, and a steady, normal boyfriend who he probably loves. Louis never expected to become a household name among young Hollywood overnight. He also never expected to find something endearing about the enigmatic rockstar who keeps showing up on his back porch.

Relief Next To Me by dolce_piccante (M) word count: 333,703 AU. What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more.

Hiding Place by orphan_account (E) word count: 365,058 The canon compliant Harry and Louis love story from the very beginning, where the only difference is that the love between them is literally written on their skin, and there’s only so much they can hide.

The Afterlife Fic by LovingCup (E) word count: 491,253 AU- After dying in an accident, Louis Tomlinson arrives in the Afterlife. Not Heaven and not Hell, Louis finds himself in Judgment City UK: a pristine city where the food and entertainment are divine and the newly departed must undergo a Review of their life on Earth to determine if they have lived a life worthy of advancement in the universe, or if they must be returned to Earth to be born again in a new body. On his first full day in the Afterlife, Louis meets Harry Styles, and the two have an instant connection. Over the course of their Reviews, they fall in love and begin to find that even though they didn't know each other on Earth, they are nonetheless linked to one another in perfect ways. Both are hoping to move ahead in the universe together, but they are challenged with the threat of separation if one or both of them is sent back to Earth to be born again. Loosely based on the Albert Brooks' film "Defending Your Life" starring Brooks and Meryl Streep. One scene in particular is drawn from the movie, but other than that scene and the general concept, this story veers far away from the film. There were no blowies in the 1991 movie, I swear!

Of Mates and Men by bananaheathen (E) word count: 630,460 In which, Louis and Harry meet as best men for their best friends' wedding... well... sort of. Or, the one where Harry's just moved back from New York and Louis doesn't believe in romance. Or, I guess... the one where Zayn and Liam are getting married.

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