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"Espero que la espera valga la pena." sonrió, ladina, llevando el mentón hacia el hombro derecho durante lo que dura un latido del corazón. "me gusta el cognac, gin & tonic...o negroni" se encogió de hombros levemente una vez dicho esto último: tenía más ganas de estar protegida del frío que continuar divagando por ahí. "¿tú nombre, por cierto?" interroga al final, el acento inglés ya le daba una pequeña intuición de qué familia podría ser pero prefiere introducciones formales.

" Ya dijo Astor que la sorpresa es hasta al final del camino " petición que debería incentivarlo pero no era esa clase de persona curiosa. Esperaba que alguno de sus hermanos estuviese comprometido en la tarea, así podía irse por unos tragos. " No sé, tendría que saber que te gusta " encogió sus hombros. " ¿Gin & Tonic? ¿Bramble? ¿Gimlet? ¿Tom Collins? " comenzó a nombrar cócteles al azar. " O el buen confiable Cosmopolitan ", ahora más que nunca le apatecía uno.

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     Go go go go. Get home. Lock the door. 

     That’s what played on repeat in Y/n’s mind. She had a weird feeling walking home from work late in the night the minute she stepped out into the cold night. Cursing her car’s dead battery. 

     She could have just been extremely paranoid but she swore someone was watching her and following her. She didn’t want to look back in case she was right so she just continued home with her keys between her fingers and phone ready. 

     All her senses seemed heightened. Every little sound made her jump. She had some comfort when she turned onto her street. She got the rest of the way to her home and quickly got inside, locking her door before finally catching her breath. 

     She kicked off her shoes and set her bag and keys down. Starting her after-work routine of winding down. Taking a shower to relax first and foremost. She blindly walked to her room— drained of her energy. She was just about to grab a change of clothes for bed when a hand covered her mouth and another wrapped around her torso, pinning her arms down to her side. 

     She screamed into the hand and thrashed in the person’s grip. Kicking a bit and hitting his leg which made him curse and let go. Y/n ran out of the room as fast as her feet would let her before she crashed into a second body. She looked up to see the white elongated mask and terror set in. Trying to turn to run but he grabbed her and pinned her to the nearest wall while the second joined them in the hall. 

     Y/n struggled against the wall, pushing back against them before they grabbed her thrashing limbs and carried her back to the bedroom. Doing her best to get out of their grip just to get dropped on the bed and one of them straddled her kicking legs and the order quickly got behind her and put her in a headlock.

     “Just can’t sit still can you,” The masked man straddling her legs said 

     “Fuck you,” Y/n said

     “Is that what you want?” the one behind her chuckled

     “You’ve seen just how lonely she is. Just barely about to make herself cum.” 

     The two didn't say another word before the masked man on her legs pulled them out from under him and put them on either side of his hips. He kept a tight grip on them as she kicked and scratched at the others arms. The man behind her tightened his grip around her neck.

     She tried her best to fight them both off, her fighting making it harder for them to get her clothes off. Until the one in front of her pulled a knife out from behind him. She didn’t notice it until the one behind her did the same, holding it to her throat. She froze as the metal pressed against her neck. 

     “Good girl,” The deep voice behind her said

     “Just needed some motivation,” The man in front of her scoffed as he pulled off her bottoms, exposing her to them both and the man brought her pulling her top up above her chest. 

     “Someone thought to dress all nice for us.”

     She felt both their eyes raking across her body, taking in the set she wore. It wasn’t anything special, just a lacey bra and pantie set. Personally one of her favorites too. She tensed as the intruder in front slid the blade under the fabric and cut the sides. Pulling the fabric away from her as the one behind her did the same to her bra and shirt. Cutting both to get them off easily. 

     The scrapes of fabric were thrown to the ground as the tops of the blades ran along her skin. Drawing near her intimate parts, making her breath hitch before the blades took a different path. 

     She squeaked as they grabbed her legs and pulled them to her chest, exposing her further to their actions. “Would you look at that? Trying to fight the whole time yet you’re soaking wet.”

     “Seems like she was squirming for nothing,” the two chuckled together 

     “Let me go,” Y/n tried again to get out of them but it was a little harder in the current position she was in

     “You just keep talking, huh?” the man behind her asked as he pressed the blade to her neck again

     Y/n sucked in her breath, holding it and trying her best not to breathe. Scared of the blade puncturing her skin. The two smirked under their masks as the man in front of her pushed two of his fingers into her. Y/n bit her bottom lip as she tried not to make any noise. Closing her eyes to try and forget what was going on.

      It barely lasted long as she felt a hand around her throat. She opened her eyes on instinct and tried grasping her air as two fingers found their way into her mouth. Forcing her to suck on his fingers as she tried to push them out of her mouth to no avail. 

     The obstruction in her mouth made her pleas for them to let her go sound more like moans. Both men teased her about lying and how she was enjoying them prepping her. 

     The word prep caught her. To her that meant there was more to come. She bit down on the man’s fingers in her mouth to try and get away

     “Ow!” He pulled his fingers from her mouth as his partner looked up at him. “She bit my finger.”

     “Let me go,” Y/n demanded 

     The two seemed to have shared a look as the man in front of her pulled his fingers out of her. She couldn’t see their expressions under the white elongated masks so she thought she finally got a chance. But oh how wrong she was. 

     The two got off the bed before flipping her position. Her legs hung over the side of her bed as one stood behind her and held her wrists behind her back. The other kneeled in front of her, some tape in his hands that was quickly wrapped around her wrists. Binding them behind her back then having her upper half lifted by her neck. 

     “Anything else you feel trying?” the man in front of her growled. Distracting her from anything behind her. 

     Y/n looked into the dark void of the mask as he gripped her face. The man behind her chuckled. “I hope not.”

     Y/n gulped before she felt the one behind her thrust into her. She let a moan slip out which pleased both of them. The man in front of her pushed her head down to meet his cock. She barely noticed when he pulled it out but she refused to open her mouth as the man behind her thrusted into her, pushing her face closer to the cock in front of her. 

     “Being difficult again? Need a little reminder?” A cold blade was dragged down her spine, reminding her that they could hurt her if they wanted to. 

     She slowly opened her mouth as the man in front of her slipped his dick into her mouth. “Good girl.”

     Tears welled in her eyes as both took turns thrusting in and out of her. Their paces gradually picked up and she couldn’t help but let out a few moans. Especially when the masked man behind her got one hand under her and was toying with her clit. The sensation made her slightly come back to her senses and try and get away from them. 

     But it was no use when she was stuck between them as some sort of toy. Nowhere to run as they held her limbs and the back of her head. Blades itching at the skin on her back. 

     The fingers on her clit picked up the pace a bit but enough that the pressure had her giving in. Her muscles tightened as she tried to squirm away from them

     “Don’t worry, we’ll make sure you can never get away from us.” 

     Y/n made a noise that neither of the men truly caught. They just continued thrusting into her, cooing at her when her orgasm took over her whole body before leaving her completely limp between them. 

     The two held her up and moved their hips faster. Craving how her cunt pulsed with each thrust and her throat tightened with each sound. The squeezing egged them on till both of them could no longer take it. Cum filling her throat and womb. Deep moans and groans filled her ears as both gave her a few more thrusts to make sure they had emptied themselves into her before both pulled out and let her fall onto the bed.

     Seungmin was quick to take the blade in his hand to cut the duct tape off her wrists as Felix grabbed a warm washcloth to clean her up. Y/n was flipped onto her back by Seungmin as Felix walked back into the bedroom.

     “More,” Y/n moaned, trying to wrap her legs around Seungmin’s hips and pull him closer

     “We agreed one round, bubs.” Seungmin reminded her as Felix handed him the washcloth

     “We can talk about doing it another time once you get some rest,” Felix bargained with her as he rubbed her previously tapped wrists.

     “No,” She whined before Felix lifted her up to lean against his chest

     “Yes,” Seungmin faux whined back

     “Meanie,” Y/n complained 

     “How about we let the ‘meanie’ clean up the sheets and I go get you ready for bed?” Felix asked

      Y/n agreed and Felix helped her to the bathroom. He helped her into the shower and made sure she was clean of any cum and sweat. Double checking where they had run the knives over her skin to make sure there was no blood or wounds. He might have cried if he knew they injured her on accident. 

     He got her dressed in some warm pajamas and brushed her teeth before bringing her back to bed. Fresh sheets were put on by Seungmin, who had also brought up three cups of water for them all. Seungmin took a quick shower as Felix made her drink the water before the younger man came back to bed with them. Y/n turned to him and wrapped her arms around him before Felix cuddled into her back.

     “You feeling okay bubs?” Seungmin asked their girlfriend as he scratched the top of her head

     “Feel good,” Y/n replied, “Tired.”

     “You did a good job, baby,” Felix said as he kissed her shoulder

     “Always do good for us,” Seungmin kissed the top of her head

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Hi! I really loved all your works, especially This Means War. I wanted to ask if you can write the second part cause it’s sooo interesting

All Is Fair (This Means War Pt ll)

warning: typical squid game stuff (guns mention, blood and death), love triangle (?), reader replaces gyeong-su (player 256) | ooc(?), these are my interpretations of these characters, please be respectful even if my opinions differ from your own

characters: kang dae-ho (player 388), thanos/choi su-bong (player 230)

[minor characters mentioned: players 456, 001, 390, 222, 124, 380 (seong gi-hun, young-il/hwang in-ho, park jung-bae, kim jun-hee, nam-gyu, se-mi]

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A/N: you guys have asked and i shall deliver! i did my nails before writing this and lemme tell you typing an entire fic on my phone with acrylics was not easy work! i hope you guys enjoy :3

ENJOY!

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your head was completely reeling.

you were thrown into these games completely blind. sure you were desperate and strapped for cash, but as soon as you bore witness to countless people lose their lives over a game of Red Light Green Light, you decided that no amount of money was worth such a heartless and gruesome death.

so you were counting your blessings when the time to vote rolled around, absolutely you were going to vote “X” and get the everloving fuck out of there, as you were sure everyone else would make the same choice. i mean, who in their right mind would want to stay in such a place? you figured that even if people were desperate, the stakes were just too high for anyone to handle. although your brief conversation with your new friend player 388, AKA dae-ho, seemed to lift your mood just a bit, you wanted to get the hell out of that place. you found yourself approaching him when the players gathered up to await their chance to cast their vote, you figured it couldn’t hurt to stay close to a friend, especially now.

“at least we still get our share of the prize money if we do end up leaving.” you commented, as the players before you began to disperse into the X and O sides of the room. “yeah, i guess..” dae-ho seemed distant, you noticed that he was analyzing that golden, luminous piggy bank that loomed over everyone as some sick motivator. “but even that much won’t be enough for some people’s debts.” you chuckled at the last bit of his statement, covering your mouth with your hand as you did so. “what’s the joke?” he asked, looking down at you with a raised eyebrow. “i mean, if you’re debt is that big, then there’s bigger problems for sure.” you giggled, met with silence from 388. you looked up at him to be met with an expression that caused a lump in your throat; realizing what you had just said. “oh my god wait, i didn’t mean-“ “it’s fine.” he interrupted, attempting to hide the shame in his voice. coincidentally, that just so happened to be the exact moment that dae-ho’s number was called, and he walked up without a word. you felt your cheeks grow warmer, but this time it wasn’t from any good feeling— you were completely embarrassed at how ignorant you had just been with your friend, and unfortunately for you, someone else had seen this whole uncomfortable interaction take place.

thanos approached you with swift succession once dae-ho had cast his vote, which you watched as your heart sank; seeing the number increase by one underneath the “O” on the scoreboard. the purple-haired rapper had been standing behind you for a prolonged period of time before he made himself known with a

tap tap tap

on your shoulder, you whipped around and felt your expression harden when you realized the culprit. “seems like homeboy is too sensitive, that’s unfortunate.” he joked, crossing his arms as he referenced dae-ho’s general direction quickly with his gaze. you rolled your eyes and scoffed. “you don’t have a clue what’s going on, it’s none of your business.” you didn’t want to give the obnoxious has-been any more attention than he was already getting, as you were given full demonstration of before. you turned away, restoring your view to the front which virtually did nothing to deter thanos, as he followed suit and adjusted his own positioning accordingly. “whatever happened, it definitely wasn’t your fault-“ you couldn’t believe how persistent this guy was, it pissed you off to the nth degree. “why do you care? it has nothing to do with you.. i don’t know why you bother inserting yourself.” you refused to even look at him, you didn’t know how or why but he was truly pissing you off at the very moment.

“shit, y’ don’t need to be on the offensive señorita.” thanos crossed his arms, eyeing every single player who voted X. you shot him a glare, where did he get off giving you a nickname like that? “don’t you dare call me that again.” you hissed through gritted teeth, poking him in the chest as you said so. this caught you and thanos completely off guard, but you weren’t surprised you were lashing out now; this place made everyone tense, clearly. you heard your number get called just then, talk about perfect timing, and you were able to leave the situation with the last word. but little did you know then, you would not be having the last laugh.

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it was back up those never ending stairs again. one thing was for certain, you were getting an insane workout through all of this. you scoured the numbers of the crowd for dae-ho’s 388, and sure enough you found him. he was more towards the front, and you shamelessly pushed past various other contestants to get to him. you wanted to set the record straight about what you had said yesterday, the moment was on constant replay in your brain during lights out and you truly just felt awful. the look of hurt on his face would forever be imprinted in the back of your mind, even if he forgave you.

“388!” you called out, catching his attention. much to your shock, he spun around rather earnestly at the sound of your voice, to be honest you were expecting him to ignore you. “oh, hey (Y/N)! i was wondering where you were.” you were taken aback at how friendly he was being with you, as if you hadn’t made a very personal jab the other night— however unintentional it may have been. “are you alright..?” you asked, not doing much to mask the unease in your voice. he cocked his head in a confused manner, laughing almost nervously. “me? i mean i’m nervous i guess but i’d say i’m alright— i’ve got a new group of allies now so that’s good!” he nodded over to the three older men walking in front of you two. you recognized one of these men, 456, as the guy who was getting everyone through the first game. “oh, well that’s good..” you felt yourself trail off, had he completely forgotten what happened between you two at the voting? dae-ho noticed the solemn expression now decorating your face. “are you alright?”

“i don’t know..” you inadvertently avoided eye contact as you all began to make your way through a series of doors. “i feel awful about yesterday.. i really don’t know why i said that.” you confessed. you could see dae-ho mentally putting the pieces together before his eyes widened, an audible gasp of realization leaving his lips. after a moment, he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “oh, don’t worry about that! i know you didn’t mean anything by it—“ he laughed, patting your back. “you mean your not mad at me?” your eyes lit up in an almost cartoonish manner, earning a warm smile from your friend. “of course not! i get that this place is definitely putting everyone on edge, so people won’t really act like themselves.” you were so relieved at dae-ho’s sheer level of understanding. “so… we’re cool, then?” you ask. “yeah,” dae-ho affirms, looking down at you in the same way he did after Red Light Green Light, “we’re cool.”

things were all fine and dandy, that lump of shame had gone away from your throat, you were feeling better again— you almost completely forgot that you were all about to be subject to more sick games. the crowd of people dispersed into a giant room with rainbow-sky walls and what seemed to be two large rainbow tracks on the floor. as the voice on the intercom explained the game, and detailed the fact that teams of five were required, you and dae-ho nodded to one another as if to mentally solidify being on each other’s team. “well this works out perfectly,” one of dae-ho’s newly established friends, player 390, happily concluded. “now that dae-ho’s friend is joining us, we’ve got a team already!” you were amused to be apart of their team, as they already seemed to have such a firm bond. “and here you were, worried we wouldn’t be able to form a team fast enough.” player 001 remarked, looking to player 456 who still seemed a bit uneasy. you couldn’t blame him of course, he was probably still working through some stuff mentally after his first encounter with these games.

“if we don’t end up going first,” 456 began, catching the group’s attention. “we should watch the others closely as they play.” dae-ho nodded in agreement. “yeah! we could pick up on their strategies, to give us a better chance at winning.” you all chatted amongst yourselves, coming up with a game plan (no pun intended) for what was sure to be quite the nail biter of a game. you guys almost didn’t hear the little voice that called to your attention.

“can i please join your team?”

you all turned around and were met with a short woman with very unique hair, sporting the number 222 on her jacket. she seemed almost desperate, as if having been turned down by every other group. “sorry miss, but we already have five.” 390 explained sympathetically, but 222 was persistent. “please.” she begged again, this time bringing a hand to her belly. “i’m pregnant.” if there was anything to change the game, it was that. you guys locked eyes for a moment, before you spoke up.

“you can absolutely be apart of their team!” her eyes lit up from the defeated countenance she wore a second ago. the men looked at you stunned, dae-ho especially. “it’s alright, if there’s already five i can ask someone else-“

“i won’t hear it.” you insisted, catching 222 off guard. you could tell she didn’t want to take your place, but you would feel awful if someone in her condition was to lose their life in a place like this. “you need a strong, reliable group. i can find someone else, it’s no trouble.”

“if you’re sure..” 222 said, “thank you.” you nodded, before walking off. you looked back for a brief moment, even if you died in these games, you could hold your head up knowing that you just did the right thing. however, the look of fear and concern that dae-ho was giving you didn’t fail to break your heart. you knew he was worried but you also knew that that decision needed to be made.

you roamed the area somewhat aimlessly, starting to lose hope of claiming an empty spot in one of the teams. each player you made eye contact with gave you a disgusted look before turning their backs to you. you weren’t going to lie, every time you glanced at the clock your palms got slightly more sweaty. god were you going to be eliminated before the game even began? you’re mind began to resume reeling until

“hey, did you want to join our team?”

you spun around faster than you’d care to admit, eyes widened in desperation. a cool, punk rock looking chick donning the number 380 was standing before you, head cocked in anticipation. without a question you nodded and accepted her invite, to which she simply said “sweet, follow me.”, and that you certainly did. you wondered who your new team was, surely they were a group of standup individuals— well, as standup as one could be in an establishment like this one.

all of your hopes were entirely dashed when you saw just who was apart of your team.

thanos. man you just could not escape this guy, huh. he was surprised to see you too, though more on the pleasant side than you were. “woah, we meet again señorita.” you rolled your eyes at the nickname once again, seems like you were stuck with it now. “you know this rando?” the player dubbed 124, standing suspiciously close to thanos piped up, gesturing towards you. “that’s the one i was telling you about.” thanos explained, giving his friend a side glance. “ah, the ‘playing hard to get’ girl..” 380 cleared her throat, catching these two boys off guard. “y’know it’s rude to talk about people as if they aren’t standing right there.” you were relieved that you had someone else to stand up for you here. 124 snickered. “well if it bothers her that much she can always leave—“ “no.” thanos interjected, extending an arm infront of his buddy. “she stays.” he raised his eyebrows in a suggestive way as if you were supposed to thank him for his ‘noble’ act.

just then, the timer came to an end, and all the teams were instructed to sit down in designated lines. even if you wanted to leave, it was too late. you were stuck with thanos and his weird friend. but at least 380 seemed to have your back. as the first team was getting set up you found yourself thinking about dae-ho. you hoped their team made it through, hell you actually hoped they survived more than you thought about your own survival. you had never prayed to anything, for anything in all your life. but in that moment, you prayed as hard as you could for one thing.

“dear god, not like this.”

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AT LAST, PART 2 IS COMPLETE!! idk if i’ll do a part 3 or not, it all depends on if you guys like it! i really hope this was up to standard, and worth the wait. i pulled out the big guns for this one but part of me is worried it doesn’t make a lick of sense 😅 regardless of my lack of writer’s confidence, i truly hope you enjoyed!

have a magnificent day/night lovelies 💋

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13 years after the events of In Stars and Time, Bonnie has been tasked with their greatest task since defeating the King: helping prepare for their sister’s Bonding Ceremony at the end of the week. However, Bonnie is suspicious of Petronille’s prospective partner, Rue, and cannot help but feel uneasy when Nille says she’s ready to settle down with Rue after travelling with Bonnie and their party for the better part of a decade. Will Nille be okay? Will Dile, Belle, Frin, and Za all settle down too? What will happen to them after?

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"oh no, es un desgaste natural y si caes mal, se puede empeorar" se defiende rápidamente. Sí bien buscaba molestar, también traía consigo la excusa para no continuar con ese tópico. "y sería un lío que la ambulancia te busque" exagera, pensando si alguno de los que estaba allí se animaría a hacer semejante locura. "sí es lo que quieres, sería un buen inicio y todos acá te recordaríamos por eso" balbucea, jugando con el cierre de su chaqueta. "¿entonces lo har��s?" admite con la nariz ligeramente arrugándose "puedo observarte mientras lo haces" o quizás continúe con su labor, divagando entre pasillos erróneos mientras el frío aumenta con el paso del tiempo.

"¡Ey!" Queja abandona sus labios al instante que el comentario sobre su edad sale de los labios ajenos "Mi hernia de disco está apta para una caída, no es como que si la vida se acaba después de los treinta" Defiende negando un par de veces con la cabeza, como si aquello la hubiese ofendido realmente y a pesar de que no había representado una ofensa sí había logrado hacer que descartara la idea inmediatamente "Entonces sería la comidilla de todos" Responde frunciendo un poco el ceño, eso tampoco le importaba demasiado "Al menos quedaría algo memorable de este evento porque hasta ahora..." Lo deja en el aire, encogiendo sus hombros con suavidad.

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28th january fic rec!

this is kind of a december/january mash up

Just Coordinates (288K) by HachimansKitsune

Harry loved his fans. He liked to interact with them every night, so he didn’t think teasing the fans trying to sneak out of one of his MSG shows early would change his life. But it did. The closer Harry and Louis grew, the more secrets they shared. They knew Alpha/beta relationships rarely worked out. But the more time that passed, the more drawn to each other they became. There was an intensity there that neither of them could deny.

What happens when they take a chance on there being more than friendship between them, only to find that fate is a fickle bitch, with a wicked sense of humor…

And she’s just decided that Harry and Louis are her new favorite playthings. OR Famous Harry meets Famous Louis and they fall in love, but it takes a bit for them to realize that they have.

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Can't get you off my mind (I won't even try) (51K) by starryhaze | @starryhaze28

“Can we do the thing again?” Harry asks and Louis cocks his head to the side questioningly.

“What thing?” He asks softly as Harry puts his empty plate to the side to pull his legs to his chest.

“The happy thoughts thing,” he mumbles, resting his chin on his legs. He’s scared Louis doesn’t even know what he means, and feels embarrassed that he brought it up in the first place.

“Of course.” Louis nods with a soft smile, putting his own plate to the side and Harry breathes out a sigh of relief.

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Or the one where everything is just a little too much for Harry until he meets his new neighbour, Louis. An alpha with blue eyes and a soft smile, who always seems to know exactly what Harry needs.

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I Guess I'll Surrender (28K) by therogueskimo | @bravetemptation

A lad’s Christmas holiday provides the perfect opportunity for Louis and Harry to prank their friends.

They decide to fake date.

Feelings kind of get in the way.

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Falling Into You - Full Version (48K) by dbeaux

As a dom and owner of Stockholm Syndrome, Louis takes pride in providing a safe place for people to scene. After a bad breakup, he's not looking for a sub, isn't sure he wants a full time sub again.

University student and curious sub Harry needs a full time dom but hasn't found anyone willing to take him on so he spends as much time at Stockholm Syndrome as he can, pairing up with various doms willing to take him on for an evening.

When their worlds collide, can they find what they need in each other?

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Iris (197K) by TheFoolontheHill

Boy, does your life change when you realize that you've developed feelings for one of your closest friends! Harry wasn't sure if his feelings towards Louis were due to attraction or infatuation. Whatever the case may be, Harry has been through a lot in life and Louis just wants to be a good friend. They grow together and learn together but, little do they know, they need each other more than they could ever imagine.

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these bad omens (I look right through them) (82K) by likelarry

How on earth does someone his parents' age look so damn hot? All of their other friends look... bland and boring.

But Louis, fucking hell. He's something out of Harry's wettest fucking dreams.

Where Louis is Harry's parents' friend and teaches at Harry's university. Harry can't resist getting a taste.

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when the time is right (194K) by refusethyname | @gonebylouist

“Do you live in the cabin by yourself?” Louis then decided to ask.

“I do, well sort of, I have a cat.”

“A cat?” Louis then asked and Harry nodded happily.

“She’s a precious thing, but she always leaves me for this one customer who is staying at one of the cabins. His name is Tomlin-something, I can’t really recall,” Harry said, causing Louis to chuckle this time. The singer shook his head at Harry’s comment and smiled brightly at him. Harry was truly something else and Louis’ heart fluttered.

“He sounds like an absolute arse if he steals your cat,” Louis chuckled and Harry shook his head at that.

“On the contrary, he is extremely thoughtful, didn’t even mind it too much when I spilled my hot tea over him, how is your stomach by the way?” Harry then asked.

“If this is your way of trying to get me to undress again,” Louis joked and Harry’s cheeks grew bright red. The younger man started stammering some incoherent things and quickly averted his gaze, which Louis thought was absolutely adorable.

Or the cabin fic where falling in love underneath the northern lights only leads to heartbreak.

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Lover’s Spit (2K) by Let_Us_Be_Weird

Harry and Louis party at Berghain

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is this flying or falling (55K) by HoldingOnToChaos | @holdingontochaos

Harry Styles is a recently divorced omega who has been planning his lavish solo trip to Tahiti for six months. The trip is to treat himself on the one-year anniversary of his divorce from his long and horrible marriage. Unfortunately, he can’t seem to escape the annoyingly persistent and wildly handsome alpha named Louis.

Louis Tomlinson is a workaholic who was forced into taking annual leave by his boss. He doesn’t love the idea of leaving work for so long so he gets drunk and buys a trip to Tahiti on a whim. When he meets the gorgeous omega, Harry, he finds a purpose for this trip after all.

-- OR the one where Harry and Louis both go on a trip to Tahiti and meet on the plane

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Grace, Too (50K) by taggiecb | @taggiecb

Louis Tomlinson is a dairy farmer on a tiny farm in eastern Canada. His wife of nearly thirty years has left him and his children are all grown up and out of the house. Louis needs help running his business but has no idea where to even start looking. Luckily for him his children know just the man for the job.

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to be loved (and to be in love) (20K) by BlueNeptuune | @blueneptuune

After a few years trying to make it on his own, Harry is forced to return home due to his worsening conditions. He expects the experience to be nothing short of humiliating, but it turns out kindness is lingering in the strangest of places -- you just have to be brave enough to ask for help.

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baby we could be enough (i'll make this feel like home) (52K) by orphan_account

“Did you clean the table?” Harry asks Louis once Rose is done speaking, now occupied with trying to see if she can reach over and touch Harry’s hair from where she’s sat. At Louis’ nod, Harry frowns. “You didn’t have to do that. You’re my guests here, I could’ve dealt with it later.”

Louis just smiles easily, though, adjusting Rose on his lap so that she’s facing Harry better. She manages to tug on a loose wave of hair, and she makes a noise of triumph that both Louis and Harry smile at.

“I don’t mind,” Louis murmurs to Harry, even though he’s looking at Rose. “This one here seemed very excited to talk to you.”

And, okay. Harry can’t help but think of how domestic this feels, all of a sudden.

[harry is a photographer who's trying to find his place. louis is a single father with a smile that feels like home.]

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The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea (109K) by kingsofeverything | @kingsofeverything

Louis’ life is steady and calm, moored by his marriage, and tied to his hometown, but after a chance encounter with another man, it’ll never be the same.

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🍭 a lollipop for you if you made it this far!

stat time!

1,546,382 words read (22% more than last month)

22 fics read (-44% less than last month)

18 authors (-46% less than last month)

[crsssie]

dearest deity - leon kennedy x deity!reader (inspo by chesue)

Leon has a set routine that he has grown used to. He wakes up, and he prepares fruit from the garden for the small temple his family has passed down to him, two peaches placed at the altar before he goes back to prepare his own breakfast.

His family has passed down the art of worshipping a forgotten deity— one whose marble statue has chipped and grown covered in vines. Yet, Leon follows the routine, singing hymns in the temple at noon, tending and snipping the herbs that grow beautifully around the marble, blue eyes stuck to the beauty of the forgotten god that only his family tended to.

How lonely they must be.

At sunset, he lights the four candles at the foot of the statue by the altar, lowering himself onto his knees, whispering a prayer passed down for centuries in his house, eyes closed and heart still as he chants.

Typically, he finishes the prayer and the four candles go out on their own.

This time, however, he finishes and the candles stay lit.

He wonders if he should try again to pray, but as he opens his mouth to start again, two snakes slither from both sides, curling up the body of the statue as a comet passes in the sky, and Leon is startled to the ground. He falls backward, watching as a glow of gold erupts from the statue as the snakes turn into the same marble, and the altar cracks, tablet in the front sliding down as a shadow is revealed.

The body.

A body.

Someone opens their eyes from the inside of the altar.

You open your eyes from the inside of the altar.

"Where... am I?"

Leon would recognize that face anywhere, and at that moment, all he can do is thank the skies above for what is about to be graced with.

"Oh, sweet heavens of health." He whispers. "Do forgive this mere human for what he is about to do."

He takes a step closer, offering his hand to you, his veil sliding down his hair.

"Welcome to earth, dearest deity. This mere worshipper greets you."

You blink down at Leon slowly, tilting your head.

"The heavens greet you, kind man. Pray tell, what you wished to receive from a minor god of healing?"

"Nothing." He breathes.

God, if he could keep worshipping you for the rest of his life, then he would be fine.

"Nothing at all, dearest deity."

[riri-suke]

Honestly, while being harmful in a sexual/provocative manner is fun, I do not find myself to be truly entertained by it. It bores me. Why torment you when you are going to be rewarded with pleasure in the end, anyway? I want you tears, your terror, not your joy. I want you to be miserable. You have the audacity to even think of asking me to cause you pain, for suffering, why call me cruel when I give it to you, raw and in all its glory? I want to see you fight, to resist. To cry, to scream, to yell. The sight of you hanging or with a bullet through your head, caused by your own hand, and by your own will, would be so much more deliciously satisfying.

(I can already hear the people screaming at me for being evil. well would you look at that? Water is wet. how unexpected.)

[hedda-o]

"no es un trabajo formal después de todo" responde con parsimonia mientras encoge los hombros y da una calada a su cigarrillo. Trabajando con niños era más complicado, difícil es reconocer que sus visitas al baño se desviaban o duraban más de cinco minutos pero no había un jefe y por ende, no le importaba. "¿te intentaron sobornar por unos osos de peluche?" la retórica le acompaña con su frente arrugada y luego encoge l os hombros. "me imagino que fueron niños" la suposición le acompaña con un mohín. "bien" miente, omitiendo su opinión verdadera, los niños no le agradaban y la caridad menos. "podría haber sido peor, por el momento no hubo accidentes"

" ¿Crees que se den cuenta que me he escapado por unos minutos? " masculló tras haber dado un sorbo a su refresco. Ah, que delicia era descansar por un instante de tanto ajetreo en el área de juegos. " A veces los juegos de las ferias pueden ser muy intensos. Ya me quisieron sobornar tres veces... " río, girando el rostro hacía la otra persona. " ¿Qué tal te ha ido? "

[engelsindleuchtfeuer]

for: anyone! (cap of 4!) (2/4) event: Pumpkin Palooza @cardinalstart

Ludwig stood behind his booth; a warm smile etched onto his face. He surveyed the vibrant festival that was bustling around him. The crisp air carried a scent of pumpkin and nutmeg. While crisp, he was still able to keep warm by hovering his hands near the steam that was billowing from the pot of traditional German Glühwein. Pumpkins, hay bales and various other booths were scattered about, a perfect backdrop to the laughter and music mingling in the air. For three years now, he had been happy to call this festival, the Pumpkin Palooza, his favorite event of the year. Each year he shared a piece of his German heritage with the community. Every time he became a little more familiar to the locals and he reveled in this sense of belonging.

He waited for someone to approach and reflected on the faces that he'd come to know and love -- people who returned year after year, eager for a taste of the sweet, comforting beverage. Ludwig wore his traditional Pumpkin Palooza attire; a cozy vest over a white shirt, accented with a colorful fall colored scarf. It fluttered in the wind as he wiped his hands on an orange checkered cloth.

The Pumpkin Palooza was in full swing and a familiar pang of anticipation stirred inside of him as he scanned the crowd. He hoped to see some regulars today -- exhausted parents in search of a warm drink, friends perusing for free samples and perhaps a few new faces.

Then he spotted someone who appeared to be coming towards him. Ludwig gave a nod of his head, calling out with a friendly smile "Hey! You know you want some of this spiced German wine, come give it a taste!"

[botanikos]

Hey, can I have your attention for just a moment? Yes? FANTASTIC!

Here we go then —

I want to take a moment and just. . . . Shine a light on a few things. And by a few things, I mean you all! Now, I have 1 rule about this post: You Cannot Compliment Me In The Replies. Full stop. This post is about YOU!

That being out of the way, I want to let you all know how much I appreciate each and every one of you! I have made some amazing friends since I started this blog, and it has been an incredible ride so far! Honestly, I never intended to be here but am so glad I am! Coming onto this blog makes my days a little easier, a little brighter, and especially so during the ones that feel a bit darker and harder to get through.

I want you to know something: I think your writing is INCREDIBLE! The amount of passion and depth I see everyone pouring into their muses is staggering! There is so much fun to be had reading your words and interacting with you [ and to those I am mutuals with but have limited to no interactions with yet. . . I am so sorry! Believe it or not, I am an anxious person and am actually admiring you from afar ] ! Not a day goes by where I don't gasp, laugh, or smile at something on my dashboard. The variety, the nuances — and I've met so many kind people!

There are truly no words. The ones above feel so little in comparison to the big feelings I have! I cannot begin to tell you how much I appreciate each and every one of you! Please never lose your spark, remember to have fun, and do your best not to doubt yourselves or the potential you harbor!

And thank you — thank you so much for visiting my little blog and choosing to stay with me through the chaos!

Much love from yours truly, Jude ☆

[hedda-o]

En el área de manualidades se había terminado la pintura para niños, por lo que su misión era encontrar aunque sea los tres colores primarios para continuar con su labor. Lo cierto es que no le apetecía la idea de volver y mucho menos pedir favores, por lo que prefirió continuar con la oportunidad dada por el joven. "algo así" responde, tomando asiento sin muchas vueltas. "¿qué eres?" cuestiona, dándose cuenta tarde de que su rostro estaba pintado, o lo hubiera ignorado si hubiera sido fácil adivinar que traía. "¿eres así como un reptiloide?" bromea a lo último, arrugando ligeramente el puente de su nariz.

pintacaritas.

El asunto de mancharse las prendas no le resultaba incómodo y prefería tratar con infancias que con adultos, por lo cual, sorpresivamente, Xande no se encontraba de mal humor. Incluso podía observarse una sonrisa mientras terminaba una de sus muchas obras maestras del día. "Eres una mariposa muy bonita ¿te gusta?" Interrogante es precedida de entusiasta afirmación por parte de la menor antes de retirarse del lugar, lo cual significaba cinco minutos de descanso. "¿Qué? ¿Tú también vienes a pintarte el rostro?" Cuestiona al ver a alguien a su costado, volviendo a la actitud gruñona con bastante facilidad. ¿Debía de eliminar aquella burlona actitud? Claro, ya que él tenía la mitad del rostro con el animal preferido de sus sobrinos dibujado; sin embargo, lo había olvidado.

[desiredrivcn]

jing yuan, sipping his tea because he knows a certain trailblazing archivist bites and will bribe one out of him.

[lycancursed]

LET ME WRITE U A STARTER: tap the heart for a starter of varying length. Those I have no threads with will get priority.

Note: The length will vary based on inspiration. I may contact you to do light plotting. Multi-muses, please specify a muse. You can choose multiple muses, BUT CHOOSE.

[hedda-o]

"me fui por lo más seguro: salmón ahumado" algo que compartían con el país cercano al de ambos, sobre todo porque estudió en la Universidad en este país, conocía un poco más las costumbres. "también vi fondue" le agrega a su hermano mayor y encoge los hombros. "¿por dónde estabas? no es difícil encontrarte pero casi pensé que no venías" dice con un pequeño mohín, haciendo alusión a su altura y lo mucho que lo conoce, incluso sin verlo o escucharlo.

PUESTO DE COMIDA:

"¿qué me recomiendas?" pregunta el masculino a la persona que tenía cerca, no estaba del todo seguro qué se le antojaba para comer. "¿has probado alguno de los platillos típicos de aquí?"

[jojoslittleadventure]

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