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This is a fic rec of One Direction fic writers who both appreciate positive, long comments and enjoy replying back to these comments! This was made in honor of an enthusiastic friend who had a few bad experiences commenting in our fandom and receiving less than kind replies. Instead of just fuming about it, I decided to do something about it. I knew that most writers would absolutely love to receive comments like the ones she leaves, so I made a post asking for writers who fit this to recommend their fics to us. And wow did you all come through for us!

Below the cut are 54 writers, each with one of their fics to recommend to us! But please be sure to check out all their other fics as well! I’ll put the fics in order of wordcount and I’ll list pairing, rating, and wordcount along with the summaries.

(Please note that there are really lovely writers out there who also very much appreciate each and every one of their comments, but are too overwhelmed or anxious to reply. I am not at all saying that writers who don’t reply are unappreciative!)

Love After the End of the World by @mercurial-madhouse / writing_practice [Louis/Harry, E, 162k]

“Wait. Just so I’m clear in me fucking noggin,” Niall says. “An international worldwide takeover is well under way and the only thing standing between having hot showers and a second end of the world is us five fuckers?”

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Society shattered when all electricity suddenly cut off across the globe, plunging the world into darkness. Now, Prometheus Industries is the sole remaining supply of power, a saving grace to those who survived Lights Out. As fugitives in no-man’s land struggling to break into Prometheus HQ, death lurks around every corner for Louis and Zayn. Things get complicated when a routine recon falls apart and Louis collides with Harry and his mates Niall and Liam, survivors with their own agenda.

When staying alive is already a constant battle, the deadliest weakness is to be in love. For Harry and Louis, finding each other sits on top of the endless list of What Else Could Go Wrong.

Hold You Now by @solvetheminourdreams [Louis/Harry, M, 131k]

The string within Harry's own sweatpants is now dangling outside of his pocket, stretched so far out that the seams of his pants have tightened. His eyes remain hyper focused on Louis, how oblivious he is—scrolling through his phone without a care in the world, while Harry feels his tilt on its axis.

Three years ago, Harry Styles said goodbye to communications consultancy firm McQuiston Worldwide, leaving a life of travel and agency PR behind. When he accompanies his best friend to a family wedding across the Atlantic, he'll be forced to reopen old wounds and face his past—one that no one wants to hash out, but may just have to.

forever is in your eyes by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed / we_are_the_same [Louis/Harry, M, 125k]

Harry looks fragile in the moonlight, and Louis stands there, pondering, not even sure what it is that he’s thinking of. It’s all just noise in his head, a mix of melancholy and desire, of longing for something that he doesn’t even have a name for.

He wants-

He wants love. He wants to be held and cherished and have a home. Not just a place to lay his head down at night. He wants to be loved the way that Louis had loved creating Harry. He wants his perfect man, but he wants him to be real. He wants Harry to be real-

His lips press against marble, against something cold and unforgiving, and it’s not until his hand comes up to rest against a sculpted neck that his eyes fly open and he stumbles backwards, nearly falling off the stepladder that he’d stood on.

“Jesus Christ.” He whispers, shaking his head and resisting the urge to brush the back of his hand against his lips, erase evidence that isn’t even visible to the naked eye. Harry stands there, as though nothing’s changed, and of course he does, because he’s a statue.

A statue that Louis has just kissed.

don’t want to fight you by @lt2soon / starryharry [Louis/Harry, M, 124k]

Louis hates that it’s familiar. He hates that sparring Harry is familiar because they train together. He hates that he even has to spar Harry at all, because Harry is good.

Louis wonders what his life would be like if him and Harry didn’t hate each other. He can’t picture it, really. The incessant bickering that often turns into real arguing, the nasty looks, the eye rolls, the middle fingers. It all feels very necessary at this point.

Or, the one where two fighters can also be lovers because routines are never permanent.

Mine Would Be You by @crinkle-eyed-boo [Louis/Harry, E, 114k]

Louis blinks his eyes open, his eyelids fluttering as the room swims around him. He takes several gulps of beer once he confirms that he’s definitely not hallucinating, that the very first portrait Harry Styles ever painted of him is hanging on that wall.

Louis stares at the wall, his heart jackrabbiting in his chest as he realizes that there’s not just one painting of him, there’s five, the portraits lined up like they’re some sort of storyboard depicting the rise and fall of his deepest love. His greatest heartache. A pain that cut him so deep that he left the fucking country, severing all ties with his life in New York, now suddenly surrounding him as if he’d never left.

Fucking shit motherfucker fuck.

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?

promise your whispers are mine by @lightwoodsmagic / lightswoodmagic [Louis/Harry, E, 94k]

"Where did I say it’s been easy for you, or,” he paused, staring at Harry’s lowered head and willing him to look up, “where have you ever gotten the idea that it’s been easy for me either?” When a few beats had passed and Louis was sure the conversation was done, Harry looked up, straight into Louis’ eyes like he was trying to physically pin him in place. “Our situations are completely different and you know it, please stop trying to - .” “Then let me help you fix it, Harry,” Louis interrupted, desperate to reach out and cover his hand with one of his own. “Let me help, please.”

Harry’s the head chef at Azoff’s Catering, and he loves his job; the opportunity has always been more than he could dream of and he’s proud of the food he creates. Until he meets Louis, an event coordinator rising through the ranks with his own company, and who reminds him of the dreams he once had for his own career. While their easy friendship initially thrives in an industry known for chaos and betrayal, they soon discover they both have their secrets, and maybe it’s too late for either of them to try to find happiness outside of their work. Especially when they realise that their happiness might rely on each other.

Playin’ It Safe and Breakin’ The Rules by @local-troubled-writer / local_troubled _writer [Louis/Harry, M, 90k]

In his life, Louis Tomlinson set out to do three things: find a way to make art that he loves, make his mum proud, and have as much fun as he could reasonably fit into one lifetime.

“Hello?” Harry’s deep voice calls.

“Hi,” Louis pops his head out of his doorway, motioning Harry back. “Louis,” he holds his hand out for Harry to shake and a small grin takes over the popstar’s face. He’s taller than he seems in photographs, but his smile is just the same as the ones that used to wallpaper his sisters’ walls.

“Harry.” He seems to have just gotten off stage, still sweating in a pair of skin-tight black jeans but a soft-looking blue vest. A beige headscarf holds his long curls off his face and he has all the easy confidence of a world-famous pop sensation, but still slouches in a way that isn't unfamiliar to Louis’ own posture.

“Yeah, I know who you are, popstar.” Louis teases, pulling his hand away and jabbing his thumb over his shoulder. “Shall we?”

or the One Where Maybe this Fake Relationship Gets a Little Too Real.

Consequences by @allwaswell16 [Louis/Harry, E, 78k]

Two years ago Harry let his powerful family come between him and the love of his life, something he deeply regrets. Louis has tried to move on from their devastating break up. Sometimes, he even thinks he has. It only takes one moment to freeze them back in time.

An amnesia au

The Sound The Leaves Make In The Heat Of The August Sun by @sleepwalk-living / anderscones [Louis/Harry, T, 76k]

Louis is an elf who lives in the Kingdom’s forest, as far away from the pompous Castle Court as he can get while staying within city limits. He’s a thief out of necessity and is happy enough to steal from the rich when they’re not looking. He notices something mysteriously dangerous happening in his forest one morning and begs for an investigation from the Court, who of course tells him he’s seeing things.

Intro a shamed knight, a runaway prince, a blacksmith, and a mage with fae blood who figure something is better than nothing. The King is all too happy to make criminals out of them and run them thinner than they already are just to prove a point to his son. With the combined powers of Captain Pla- One Direction, they figure it out.

adjudication by @bottomlinsons [Louis/Harry, T, 75k]

Harry's been engaged to Princess Charlotte of Ryde for as long as he can remember. He's come to know her, to love her, through the letters she's sent him over the past three years.

But when the wedding finally arrives, Harry quickly learns that nothing is as it seems. With his crown and country at stake, Harry must decide who to trust in this strange new land. And the sly Crown Prince of Ryde doesn't seem inclined to make things easy.

The Ground Below is Above My Feet by @zanniscaramouche / zanni_scaramouche [Louis/Harry, E, 63k]

“-ouis, are you awake?”

“M’ff,” Louis manages. Slowly he remembers where he is. Who he is. His nerve endings take stock of his body, the soft sheets twisted around his legs and the warm rush of breath on his face. Harry.

“You were sleeping like the dead,” Harry muses, calloused fingers delicately brushing through Louis’ fringe. “Could barely tell if you were breathing.”

Louis' heart stutters, his throat working hard to swallow the lump of ugly truth. Blinks until Harry’s bright eyes come into focus across the pillow.

He holds back the obvious joke.

Plant New Seeds in the Melody by @vintageumbroshirt / 28sunflowers [Harry/Louis, E, 58k]

After losing his husband in a tragic car accident, the last thing Louis needs is to keep running into popstar Harry Styles, who David was quite fond of.

Obviously, that’s exactly what keeps happening.

But as their unlikely friendship blossoms, Louis realizes that, maybe, having Harry in his life was the only good thing that came out of his adverse circumstances. Harry could be just the right person to help Louis find trust and intimacy in someone new.

Live a Thousand Lifetimes by @laynefaire / Layne Faire [Zayn/Liam, E, 57k]

It’s 2025.

After secretly writing and producing their first album in ten years, One Direction is weeks away from releasing their first new single and announcing a world tour.

With the whirlwind about to begin again, Liam re-evaluates the last ten years - the fame, the money, the people who changed his life forever - and the person who walked away.

just a flicker in the dark by @falsegoodnight [Harry/Louis, E, 57k]

Harry Styles is his case partner. High and mighty, annoyingly smug Harry Styles who’s known him for years and has fucking seen him naked for fuck’s sake.

He glances at Venus who’s blinking up at him with curious eyes, no doubt sensing the agitation sparking in his magic.

“This is not happening,” Louis says loudly. “This is not fucking happening. I am going to kill Liam, oh my god.” He doesn’t even know if Liam is responsible for this but it feels like something he’d do to drive Louis absolutely insane - exes don’t just show up to your assigned haunted house out of nowhere. “Fucking fuck!”

He nearly jumps when Harry knocks again, his muffled voice carrying through the wood. “I can hear you, you know,” he drawls, sounding frustratingly amused.

Louis exhales, resisting the urge to scream.

Or, Louis is a struggling witch desperate to prove himself after yet another magic disaster and finds a calling in the haunted house of client Niall Horan. Things get more complicated when he’s assigned a case partner: acclaimed medium and ex-boyfriend, Harry Styles.

I'm On the Hunt Now (I'm After You) by @afangirlfantasy [Louis/Harry, M, 56k]

Omegas haven’t been able to shift into their wolves for two hundred years. That is, until Louis Tomlinson changes everything.

Or...an AU where Alpha Harry and Omega Louis have a lot more than falling in love to deal with after The Mating Ceremony.

That Smile and That Midnight Laugh by @uhoh-but-yeah-alright / yeah_alright [Louis/Harry, T, 50k]

Harry’s never noticed how lovely Louis really is. Maybe it’s just that she’s usually so guarded – a little tense, a little irritated, a little put out. At least when she’s at school, and also usually when she’s around Nick, which are the only times Harry has really seen her. Until tonight. Tonight Harry’s seen her with her guard completely down. Too busy laughing and enjoying herself to remember to be prickly, maybe. She seems different.

It feels different.

A Ferris Bueller's Day Off AU that picks up right where the movie leaves off, and imagines what might happen if Ferris' girlfriend and sister become friends. And maybe something more, too.

Baby, Won’t You Look My Way? by @peachbootylouis / PeachBootyLou [Louis/Harry, E, 50k]

Louis tiptoed to the door and opened it, looking over his shoulder for a moment. Harry looked absolutely gorgeous, almost enough to make him strip back down and give it another go. But that wasn’t who Louis was. So he sighed and stepped outside, leaving back to his flat. And for the first time in years, he felt alive.

Or the where Louis’ routine centered life runs like clockwork until a chance hook up throws a wrench named Harry into it all. But as it may turn out a change in plans could be what Louis has needed all along.

dirty laundry looks good on you by @tomlinvelvetfics / tomlinvelvet [Louis/Harry, E, 50k]

When Louis Tomlinson finds his clothes lying in a sad soapy mess on top of the washing machine in which they are supposed to be, he acts upon his anger and retaliates. What he doesn’t expect is having to deal with a six-feet tall, curly-haired and dimpled man in return, who seems to arouse confusing feelings within him and to make his life take an unexpected turn for the better (or worse?).

OR; the utility room is a great place to fall in love.

Passing By by @larryyouknow / Larry_you_know [Louis/Harry, E, 48k]

Sometimes, people are in each other's lives just for the briefest of moments. They meet and then go their separate ways because being vulnerable is scary and it might be easier to not let anybody else in. But some people aren’t meant to be just passing by. Maybe when they open their eyes, they can learn things about themselves they haven’t known before. If they let their hearts speak they will find a way to be together.

Or the one where Harry doesn't even know he's into guys until he meets Louis on a boat trip. There's something more to their friendship but it ain't gonna be smooth sailing.

i kiss you (across hundreds of separating years) by @milkcurls / loveroflou [Louis/Harry, M, 44k]

He reminds Louis of the day he met him, the first day of Harry’s first year and Louis’ second, when he stood on wobbly legs beside Zayn, his cheeks flushed and hair parted to the side and tucked neatly behind his ear. He’s all dainty and soft – he’s pretty, Louis can admit that.

He’s also a rich frat boy who fucks every omega that will throw themselves at him – and they all do – so instead of pretending to be a precious little doll Louis thinks he should spend more time learning how to be a decent human being.

or, the stars and two amused boys are playing cupid, and there are one too many coded love letters and a duck plushie that smells like home

don’t want no other shade of blue by @louisisworthit / padfootyoudog [Louis/Harry, E, 43k]

“I know you’re putting on an act,” says Harry after a moment, and Louis scowls when he realises the prince is actually amused.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” says Louis.

“All I’ve heard over the past couple of years are rumours of Prince Louis’ kindness, and generosity, and oh, he’s so handsome I can barely pour his tea without shaking!” says Harry, putting on a silly, high-pitched voice for the last bit. Louis’ scowl deepens. “I would already know if you were just another selfish, bratty omega prince. You can’t fool me, darling, but I admire your efforts.”

“As you said,” Louis grits out, “those are only rumours. I assure you, I’m a terrible person.”

prompt 339: it was foretold that Alpha Prince Harry would be mated to a beautiful male omega with eyes that could rival the stone amethyst, but Omega Prince Louis refuses to believe it.

A Thousand More by @travelingwinchester / Ot5aresoulmates [Louis/Harry, NR, 42k]

Harry wakes up one morning during the separation of April 2015 missing Louis fiercely. He wonders if they had never been on the X-Factor would they have met. Cue the weirdest "dream" he's ever had in which lessons about the course of true love are learned.

fondre ton absence by @scrunchyharry [Louis/Harry, T, 41k]

Harry had never really given much thought to the future. He preferred to let life steer him forward and to follow in the footsteps of Louis, his best friend from as far as his memory went, his lover, his everything. Louis knew better than he did what was good for him.

It changed drastically when Louis was ripped away from him, drafted and sent to the front to fight in a war that Harry had always been sure would never reach him. Too young and too sickly to follow, Harry was left on his own for the first time in his life.

When he thought things could not possibly get worse, Louis went missing at the Somme and was declared dead. While everyone buried and mourned him, Harry never moved on. If Louis were dead, he was sure that he would know it. Their lives were too entwined, he would know if half of his heart had died.

Determined to find Louis, Harry did everything he could in his quest to be reunited with him, except prepare for the state Louis might be in.

He did not prepare for the harsh truth he would have to face: was love possible without memories?

I’ve Been Hoping You’d Be Somewhere Better Than This by @runaway-train-works / runaway _train [Harry/Louis, E, 40k]

“Does she know who it is then, from the New York office?” Louis enquires.

“Yeah, some guy Henry? Henry Styles I think she said?"

“Harry.”

“What?"

“Harry. His name is Harry Styles.” His heart sank. Louis hadn’t met him, they had only shared a couple of emails back and forth, but he knew exactly who he was. And Harry hadn’t just been killing it in the Big Apple, he’s been ripping the place to absolute shreds, nailing some of the most lucrative accounts in the business.

Louis is so fucked.

The one where Louis is up for a promotion, he just has one tiny, little problem standing in his way.

Without you it’s a season I ain’t needing by @whatevertearsyou / perfectdagger [Louis/Harry, M, 38k]

Spring was everything in '17, now I'm just cold Summer fell to fall after all November froze Without you it's a season I ain't needing, I want to go come back home The reds and all the greens don't mean a thing when you're gone Winter means nothing to me now without you.

A long distance relationship au in which Harry is away for a year and Louis is left to pick up the pieces.

take my hand, wreck my plans by @daggerandrose / amomentoflove [Harry/Louis, T, 38k,]

Louis meets the man in the center of the room, feeling every eye on him.

“Mr. H,” he whispers.

The man smiles brightly and laughs as if he can’t believe his eyes. “It’s you,” he says breathlessly. “I didn’t think I would see you again.”

“Nor I you, especially under these circumstances.”

“Even so,” Mr H says, his eyes bouncing from Louis’ eyes to his lips. “Will you do me a great honor and join me in leading the first … um…”

“Dance?”

Mr. H laughs and nods. “Yes, that’s the one.”

Louis bites his lips and doesn’t hesitate before whispering, “Yes.”

Mr. H beams and reaches for Louis’ hand. Sparks fly at the touch and a zing of excitement shoots through Louis’ body. His face heats up as he’s afraid his scent would give away his feelings towards the other man.

I Wish, I Found Love by @slytherinzouis / friendofhayley [Louis/Harry, E, 37k]

A fandom retelling of the Maiden Without Hands.

Solace is a land of religious hypocrisy, demons, and two ostracized families. When prophets from every denomination foretell a boy of unknown origin who might change the tide of the magical world, is any place safe for him?

Harry and Louis grew up together, two pariahs among their peers. Will their love be able to overcome distance, prophecies, and the trials of finding out who you truly become under pressure?

You Try To Be Everything (I Need) by @lululawrence [Harry/Louis, NR, 36k]

Wars, and rumours of wars, were nothing new for the world in the twenty-fourth century. The fighting had evolved over the years, and rarely did it involve traditional weapons. A group most widely known as the Southern Powers gained strength amongst portions of the western European continent and spread quickly.

There was a fight the Southern Powers didn’t expect coming from the north of England, though. Resistance came in the form of an organised underground; a group comprised of people with the Touch that did the best they could to enforce a line that would not be crossed. Slowly, that line was moved from the Channel to boundaries further and further north. It seemed only a matter of time before the Southern Powers took over everywhere.

Until that time, people did the best they could to live their lives in some semblance of normality. For Louis Tomlinson, that sense of normality was about to change when his best friend, Harry Styles, goes missing.

Louis embarks on the journey of a lifetime where he uses his newly developed abilities to search for his friend, even when it takes him to places he never thought he would see while surmounting trials he never could have imagined.

Your Wonder Under Summer Skies by @emilee1421 / Emilee_1421 [Louis/Harry, NR, 34+, wip]

Needing an escape after a particularly hectic year, Louis decides to join Harry in Italy where Harry is working on his next Gucci campaign. While in Italy the two decide to join an old friend at her county home to enjoy a much deserved break from their usually busy lives. Louis and Harry begin to see their friend in a different light and all three are forced to confront the possibility that their friendship may actually be something much deeper.

Work of Magic by @justalarryblog / Bekita [Louis/Harry, NR, 34k]

"C’mon Liam, are you really going to use this against me now? You know the kind of humans his kind is! You know very well why we hunt them!" Louis said, done with the conversation and walking down the hall.

"No! We hunt people who don’t care about others, and neither Harry nor anyone in his family is like that!” Liam exasperated, following behind. “Louis, it's been two weeks, don’t you wanna know how Harry is? Has this hatred taken over so fast?" Liam inquired, knowing the hit a nerve.

"You know what, Liam? I'm not going to have this conversation with you." Louis said decisively, turning his back to his friend ready to go to his class.

But life is never fair, is it? When he turned around he was face to face with Harry in the middle of the hallway. The two stared at each other. Do I hate him? Louis wondered as he watched Harry's eyes fill with tears and seem to be begging for something. He preferred to ignore the pang in his chest and the urge to comfort the boy in front of him. He lowered his head and continued on his way.

Or the one that Louis is a WitchHunter and Harry is a Witch and they keep it as a secret, but they fall in love.

Swear I’ve Known You Since Forever by @louinlavender / abaddxns [Louis/Harry, T, 33k]

Harry then pats around his trouser pockets only to remember that Gemma has his phone in her bag so he can’t even call her, and he’s far too intimidated to ask a stranger if he can borrow theirs. She has his wallet, too, so all he has on his person are the stick of gum in his back pocket and his muddy wellies and a too-long scarf he’s ready to ball up and throw the ground, because he’s only sixteen and he’s just a shopboy in a bakery and he’s about to cry twenty minutes into his first music festival that he had to beg to attend, all because he lost his big sister and her uni friends, who didn’t even want him to come in the first place, and—

“Oi, y’alright, mate?” a bright voice asks, just as his eyes start to water.

Or: Harry attends his first music festival and promptly gets lost. Little does he know that the first friendly face he encounters is bound to change his life forever.

Part one of three of 'And The Sun Came Out'—a series detailing the growth of Harry and Louis' relationship through the years after meeting at Leeds Fest as teenagers.

i’m gonna keep this love, if you let me by @tomlinbuns / pixies [Louis/Harry, E, 26k]

Louis makes Harry pretend to be his boyfriend one night out. The rest is history.

Dear Diary (series) by @alwayslarry-vol28 / kikiberosski16 [Louis/Harry, E, 20k]

Life in quarantine is hard, especially if you're an arrogant son of a bitch and your husband is a stubborn little shit. Harry and Louis argue a lot, so much it affects their daily routines. Harry tries to write his feelings down in a diary, but will this cause more trouble for the couple?

The Golden Prince by @behappyhl [Harry/Louis, E, 19k]

When He arrives in London, he’s speechless.

It’s so different from his little hometown, he can’t help the feeling that it is an unknown planet. Everything is bigger; The streets, the buildings, the stores. The people are always running somewhere, always in a hurry. Harry instantly feels out of place.

Or, Harry lives a perfectly normal life until he gets a life changing job opportunity.

The Boy with the Tin Chest and a Glass Heart by @louloubabys1992 / louloubaby92 [Louis/Harry, M, 17k]

Alpha Harry Styles, world-renowned author of fairy-tales, is being persuaded by the Beta, Liam Payne to hire a new illustrator. Since Harry’s own illustrations are too graphic for what is supposed to be children’s stories, Liam feels the need is dire. Omega Louis does not agree with Liam since he believes that Harry’s stories are fine just the way they are. Of course this has nothing to do with Louis being totally biased or totally head over heels for Harry. It certainly has nothing to do with being jealous of the mysterious omega illustrator Liam has in mind to team Harry up with. Seriously, it has nothing to do with that at all. Nothing, absolutely nothing, zilch, nada. Yeah...

Sweet Heart by @bluecolouredlou [Niall/Louis, G, 16k]

Designing clothes, not falling in love.

That was what Niall had in mind when he first met up with Louis. He couldn't be falling in love with the other omega. Not while work as one of the few omegas at the company was getting more stressful. Not when he was supposed to find an alpha and settle down.

just one look (and i fell so hard) by @disgruntledkittenface [Harry/Louis, M, 15k]

Louis takes a small step back, breaking the moment first. “Well, I should–”

“Do you want to come up?”

The words are out of Harry’s mouth before he’d even planned them, and he bites his lip.

“Oh, thank god,” Louis laughs, stepping back into Harry’s space. “I wasn’t, um…”

“Wasn’t ready to let go of you yet,” Harry finishes quietly, glancing up at Louis.

“Yeah,” Louis nods, reaching up and twirling one of Harry’s curls in his fingers. “Yeah, exactly.”

Harry has wanted to go to the Shubert Theatre ever since he moved to New York and lucked into a rent-controlled apartment just outside of the Theatre District. When he finally gets his chance, he hopes the night can meet his sky-high expectations. But the last thing he could have expected was the man seated next to him.

wasting my time when it was always you by @hometothecanyonmoon / sunflower_lwt [Harry/Louis, T, 15k+, wip]

A "Married To The Maverick Millionaire" AU. Louis is the captain of Manchester United, Harry's the heir of the richest charity organization in the country as well as his best friend and they have to fake being married to save both of them from impending doom.

Sounds like love to me by @neondiamond [Louis/Harry, G, 14k]

“Do you want to hear the heartbeat?”

Louis watches as Harry’s face falls with the realization that this is one of those things he won’t be able to experience. For a second, Louis considers saying no, to show Harry they’re truly on the same boat through all of this. But he nods in the end, reaching over for Harry’s hand as the doctor flips a switch. Noise fills the room then, and it takes a few seconds for the sound to become clear enough for Louis to make out the baby’s fast heartbeat.

“It’s really fast,” he voices his thoughts out loud as he uses his thumb to tap against the back of Harry’s hand, replicating the rapid rhythm of the baby’s heartbeat. It takes the younger man a little while to figure out what Louis’ doing, but a huge grin breaks out on his face as soon as he does.

“Is that them?” He signs with the other hand, his own eyes starting to tear up when Louis nods.

OR: Harry is deaf, Louis is pregnant. They figure it out.

The Prince and the Youtuber by @haztobegood [Louis/Harry, E, 12k]

The Annual Rosendal Spring Gala hosted by the Royal Family is the most prestigious fundraiser in the country. When a problem with the honorary foundation arises, Crown Prince Louis Tomlinson must pick a new worthy foundation on short notice. He discovers the perfect replacement in an unlikely place, while watching his favorite YouTuber, Harrysparkles.

One Way Road To Something Better by @femstyles [Harry/Louis, T, 12k]

Four years ago when Louis and Harry moved in together, Louis promised Anne that he’d take care of Harry no matter what. But things don’t always go as planned, and sometimes risky choices have to be made.

Inspired by Don't Let It Break Your Heart

stop the world ('cause i wanna get off with you) by @thedevilinmybrain / devilinmybrain [Harry/Louis, E, 12k]

Five times Louis and Harry get walked in on at the worst time, and one time Louis makes sure they don't.

my solitude ain’t the same no more by @dryourtearsaway / louisnights [Harry/Louis, M, 10k]

Louis is a traveling homicide detective who goes to the small town of Holmes Chapel to investigate the murder of a young woman.

somewhere only we know by @quelsentiment / wordsnnotes [Zayn/Louis, T, 9k]

Their eyes meet again, and the man suddenly frowns, asking: “Do we know each other?” Oh. So maybe that’s why Zayn is so intrigued with him. He’s always been pretty bad at remembering people’s faces, but there is some kind of vague familiarity to the man’s appearance. “Might help if you told me your name”, he points out. “Right. Sorry, I’m an idiot”, the man chuckles. “I’m Louis. Louis Tomlinson.” And of course. With this voice, Zayn should have known. He’s actually surprised he didn’t recognize it right away. “Lou”, he says, his own voice caught in his throat. “It’s me, Zayn.” Or: Zayn and Louis grew up together, but haven’t seen each other in over a decade. Now they're both in their twenties and meet again on a flight from LA to London, with ten hours in front of them to catch up, and maybe start something new.

I'm Asking You Please, Don't Talk Dirty to Me by @larry-hiatus / larry_hiatus [Harry/Louis, E, 9k]

Prompt #68: Harry’s best friend Louis is a nice, well-mannered omega, at least when it comes to sex talk. He has always been closed off and quiet... until Harry hears how Louis talks during his heat. Now, it's all Harry can think about before his upcoming rut... (Original prompt wording edited for clarity)

making me sweat by honey_beeing [Harry/Louis, E, 9k]

A not-exactly University AU where Harry and Louis meet at an orgy where the both of them don't intend to have sex at.

Twist the Knife by @snowjosh / jishler [Harry/Louis, E, 6k]

Infuriating, but Louis missed it. Louis missed him. His thighs and his chest and breath and warmth and toothbrush next to Louis’. He missed sex with Harry but he missed his presence more: Louis would settle for watching Harry get himself off if it meant he got to see him; hear the voice that was like a soothing balm over all his wounds.

Two weeks after their breakup, Harry wants his toys back.

the stars are coming home by @harrystinyshorts / lsforever [Harry/Louis, G, 5k]

For years Harry has been waiting for their schedules to click just right. Finding a day where he’ll not only be available but also is the only visitor on the premises has been near impossible.

After three years together and nearly a full year of marriage, Harry has finally been permitted to sit in for one of the team’s practices. They get more than they bargained for.

My True Love Gave to Me by @ponymom-stuff / ponymom [Louis/Harry, NR, 5k]

After puzzling over a Christmas gift for Louis, Harry comes to what he believes is the ultimate gift for his true love.

Fistiana by @louandhazaf / YesIsAWorld [Zayn/Louis, NR, 2k]

They met in the center of the ring and bumped their bare knuckles together.

Strawberries and Cigarettes by @hlhome28 / ThoseFookin_Avacados [Louis/Harry, T, 2k]

strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you

"Need help there, love?" "Oh god, yes-" Harry turned around to look at the source of the voice and his heart dropped to his stomach as they caught each other's eyes.

Or on a very lonely valentines day, Harry's car breaks down in an unknown alleyway, where he bumps into a blue-eyed boy who takes him back seven years ago on the same day.

Safe Like Springtime by @beelou / cherrylarry [Louis/Harry, G, 1k]

On the way out of the park, Gabriel gasps suddenly and points across the grassy area. He starts running.

When Harry catches up to Gabe, - that boy runs fast - he's with a man and his dog and Gabe is petting the dog.

"Gabriel James. You know better than to run off like that! Did you ask to pet the dog?" Harry scolds.

"I'm sorry Uncle Harry. I saw a dog and I just wanted to see the fluffy dog! Look how fluffy!" Gabe exclaims.

Harry rolls his eyes and turns his attention to the dog owner. The very attractive dog owner.

Or, the one where Harry takes his nephew to the park and runs into Louis and his Labradoodle Clifford.

best hangover cure by @loulovehome [Louis/Harry, E, 1k]

"A wank will miraculously cure your hangover, honey."

Stay Till The A.M. by @flexible-racoon / goneforbooks [Harry/Louis, G, 1k]

It's 23rd July and Louis reminisces.

#fic rec #1dsource #tracksintheam #trackinghome #larry fan fic #let me know if any of the links are messed up #i've checked and double checked but who knows when its tumblr lol

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ggukcangetit · 5 years ago

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Dreamcatchers 4

Pairing: jungkook x oc

Synopsis: DI Jeon didn’t need a new partner. Unfortunately, his superiors felt otherwise; especially considering the extremely high-profile murder that had just taken place in the port city. Recent transfer, DI Choi Yuri finds herself confronted with a new cityscape, unfamiliar people, a hostile partner, and a homicide that is certain to bring back unpleasant memories.

Genre/AU: fluff/action/mystery | detective! au | police!jungkook, police!oc

Word Count: 4.4k

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: mentions of violence, alcohol, blood, drugs, death. Basically stuff you’d associate with a murder mystery/crime drama

Previous: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Acknowledgement: shoutout to @stutterfly for designing this beautiful banner which i am completely in love with and stare at for no particular reason throughout the day. also a big thank you to @kinktae for helping get through a really tricky bit in this chapter :*

A/N: reminding everyone that this story features a named oc because i’m still very unfamiliar with writing second person reader inserts. i’m not aiming for strict accuracy in this story, and all criminal investigation/forensics knowledge i have has been gathered by watching crime drama/procedural dramas! my knowledge of geography is also not totally accurate so apologies for that. once again, one thing right by @hobios prompted me to write a police inspector! jungkook story. would highly recommend reading that because it’s probably one of my most favorite pieces of writing!

Time: 4.37 am

Yuri had spent the entire night researching Park Jimin. Right from where he went to school up to all the scandalous newspaper articles recounting every aspect of his personal life. Priding herself on being able to maintain a professional outlook in her investigations, Yuri couldn’t help but feel appalled by what she had found. Park Jimin appeared to be arrogant, sleazy, manipulative, privileged, and everything that she despised in a person. Yoongi’s words rang in her head as she contemplated dropping the idea of acquiring a blood sample from the prodigal son of Park. No, this wasn’t because of her last case in Seoul. That was not why she was backing off. This was simply because she had no patience to deal with the self-absorbed antics of a privileged 20-something man.

Closing one of the last tabs, she caught sight of a familiar face. Not familiar in the way that you recognise an old friend, but familiar like a phrase you hear and cannot for the life of you remember where it was from. Park Jimin was seen exiting a famous restaurant in downtown Busan and beside him was another young man, so extraordinarily eye-catching in his loose trousers and green cardigan in a way that only an exquisite piece of art is.

An exquisite piece of art…

That was it. That was the phrase that made it click in her head.

“He’s literally a piece of art!”

“I mean, yes, he’s definitely conventionally attractive,” conceded Ahreum, a little annoyed that her photography was almost completely being ignored. “But what do you think of the pictures?”

“‘Conventionally attractive’? Is that the best you can do with your Literature & Creative Writing degree?”

Of course! This was Ahreum’s friend and Instagram muse.

Yuri snatched her phone from it’s charging spot and quickly scrolled through her friend’s Instagram. Sure enough, Park Jimin’s friend in loose trousers and green cardigan stared back at her from various parts of Busan, his expressions varying only slightly but creating completely different moods throughout Ahreum’s profile.

Kim Taehyung…

xxx

Yuri checked her phone for the fifth time in the last 3 minutes. Ahreum was supposed to pick her up at 8 am. It was currently 8.02 am. Not that it really made much of a difference, but she was raring to go ahead with her plan. A plan she had no doubt could easily blow up in her face, but weeks of fitful sleep coupled with shots of sugary coffee had given her a weird adrenaline rush which she didn’t want to lose.

A couple of minutes later, Ahreum pulled up outside her apartment, her large bike contrasting heavily with her petite person.

“Still don’t see why I couldn’t drive to the place,” muttered Yuri, putting on the large helmet with artistic paint splatters all over.

“The plan was to corner Jimin, and you can’t do that in your car which has a fucking police sticker right at the back.”

Yuri frowned. “Your plan was to corner Jimin. I just wanted to talk to him. And -” she fixed her bag across her body and put both hands on Ahreum’s shoulders - “I kept the sticker for parking privileges. I can take it off whenever.”

“Whatever. Just hold on tight,” said Ahreum, revving up the bike.

4.5 minutes later, they had reached their destination. Yuri knew that it had been 4.5 minutes because she had been fervently counting the seconds to distract herself from falling off the vehicle

“WHO drives like that? Are you totally insane?” she managed to get out, her hands fumbling on the straps of the helmet.

Ahreum gave her a sheepish grin. “Sorry, timing is essential in this case. Tae had texted me that they had reached just before I left from my place. We don’t have a lot of time. So I ugh-”

“Whatever. Let’s just get on with it.” Yuri tucked the loose strands of hair behind her ear, and mentally rehearsed everything she was going to tell Jimin.

Unfortunately, fate had other things in mind, because as soon as they opened the door to the diner, a familiar face (which most definitely should not have been there) spotted them and came over.

“Fuck.” Ahreum pulled out her phone and frantically sent Taehyung a text before the entire plan went down the drain.

“Yuri? Ahreum? What are you two doing here?” asked Seulgi, her long brown hair looked freshly washed and smelt of flowers.

A: why didnt u warn me that s was here fuck fuck fuck

T: i didnt see her… look it wont be that big a problem will it

A: pls tae the last time she saw ur boy they almost set fire to the library

T: shit ur right… umm maybe she-

Ahreum paused her frantic texting as soon as Seulgi came over to them. She gave Yuri a quick nod and decided to wing the situation as best as she could.

“Seulgi! This is incredible! I can’t believe we ran into you like this!” Ahreum hugged the taller girl. “I wanted Yuri to try the breakfast here so we decided to drop by before she had to get to the station. This is really incredible, I was planning to call you today actually. It’s almost time for me to choose my specialization and I wanted to-”

Yuri took this chance to slip off, as Ahreum steered Seulgi outside the diner. She didn’t really know why Ahreum was so intent on Seulgi and Jimin not meeting, but she trusted her best friend’s reasons.

Looking around, she saw that the large table near the window was occupied by the people she had been looking for. Kim Taehyung and his best friend Park Jimin. The latter had his back towards her, and as she approached she saw Taehyung’s eyes fall on her. She gave him a small wave, gesturing towards her phone’s lockscreen - a picture of her and Ahreum.

His face lit up in recognition as he stood up to greet her. “Hello! I’m Kim Taehyung. I thought Ahreum would be with you.”

“She’s umm…” Yuri glanced towards the doors of the diner through which Ahreum had led Seulgi out. “She’ll be here in a bit.”

“DI Choi, that’s not really true,” Jimin turned towards her, his eyes cold and alert. “Taehyung, your friend is diverting dear Dr. Ahn before she could see us and sabotage their poorly constructed ambush of me.”

Taehyung’s mouth hung open slightly, not really sure what was going on. “DI Choi? As in Choi Yuri? As in Ahreum’s best friend from school?”

“Yes,” said Yuri, feeling extremely awkward. She had expected to get two words in before Jimin caught on, but it seemed like she had severely underestimated him. “I’m sorry Ahreum didn’t tell you what this meeting was about. These aren’t the most favorable circumstances for us to meet. Nonetheless, I’ve heard a lot about you and it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

Taehyung bowed in response, but his expression was still uncertain.

“What brings you here, DI Choi?” asked Jimin. “I doubt it was because you were dying to see me again. But -” he stood up and leaned towards her ever so slightly - “I wouldn’t be opposed to the idea if that were really the case.”

Not for the first time, Yuri realized how powerful Park Jimin’s presence was. She could see him becoming a very successful CEO with how he commanded people’s attention. However, she couldn’t shake off the uncomfortable feeling his gaze elicited. It was like she couldn’t predict what he was going to do next, much less fathom what was going on inside his head.

“Mr. Park,” she said, sitting down on one of the sofas in the booth. Taehyung and Jimin followed suit, but this time, they were both seated on the same side. “I’m afraid this isn’t a social call. I’ve come to talk to you about the ongoing investigation regarding the death of Kang Eunwoo.”

“I believe I answered all of your questions last time,” said Jimin, narrowing his eyes. “In fact, I believe I answered all of DI Jeon’s questions. You didn’t have much to say, as I recall.”

Taehyung’s head snapped towards his friend. "Jeongguk? You were at the station? Why didn’t you tell me, Jimin? What’s going on?”

“You and I both know that you didn’t provide much information. But that’s not what-”

"I don't think I was really required to answer any of your questions, DI Choi. Linking me to a rival company heir's death without a shred of evidence - " he leaned forward once again, his silver bangs falling over his forehead - "Some would consider that harassment. That would mean my lawyer would have to become involved. And neither of us want that, now do we?"

This is harassment. You really don't want to know how I deal with any kind of harassment, DI Choi.

Yuri took a deep breath, trying to ignore the words that kept her up almost every night.

"Your cooperation is highly appreciated, Mr Park," she continued, placing her hands on the table. "However, in order to save you from any further harassment, there is something you could help us out with."

Jimin did not respond immediately, giving Yuri the time to continue her, frankly, insane idea.

"We would require you to provide a blood sample. Which would help us eliminate you from the investigation. It shouldn't take up too much of your time - just a short visit to the station, and you'd be free of us."

Yuri waited for a response - anger, disbelief, frustration - anything really. What she didn't expect was laughter. Full on hysterical laughter. In fact, Taehyung was probably not expecting it either because he kept glancing at his friend worriedly.

"You are truly remarkable, DI Choi," said Jimin, once he had calmed down. He wiped a lone tear from his left eye, the many rings on his fingers glinting in the sunlight. "After everything that you've witnessed, you really thought you could somehow convince me to provide a blood sample? Sweetheart, I have 10 years worth of DNA that the police have been trying to get a hold off. Do you really think you'd be able to convince me when you weren't even able to get an alibi out of me?"

Yuri's face fell slightly, her mind grappling with ways in which the situation could be salvaged. It was at this point that Ahreum came over, looking distinctly more worn out than when they had arrived at the diner.

"Ahreum." Jimin turned his attention to the other girl. "You have such an interesting friend. Are you sure she's from Seoul? I didn't think such naivety could survive in the capital. Much less in law enforcement."

Ahreum frowned, snatching up the glass of water in front of Taehyung and gulping down the entire contents. "Stop being a dick for once in your life, Jimin."

"I love when you talk dirty to me." Jimin winked at her.

"Cool it, Jimin," said Taehyung, his expression no longer confused and worried. "Ahreum, what the fuck is going on?"

Ahreum looked at Yuri, not sure how she could help with the situation. Apparently, things hadn't gone well while she had been diverting Seulgi. "I'm sorry, Tae. I don't know anything other than Yuri wanting to meet Jimin."

"But you knew it had something to do with an investigation," said Taehyung, his handsome features creasing. "Why didn't you tell me that your best friend Yuri was a detective? That doesn't seem like information to just leave out."

Ahreum looked at him guiltily. In Taehyung's eyes, he was the only one who had no idea what was going on, and he felt both hurt and betrayed by her. This entire plan had been a train-wreck and to make matters worse, Seulgi had returned to the diner because she had dropped her keys inside.

"What the hell?" Seulgi stood at their table, her eyes narrowing disapprovingly. "What're you doing here, Park?"

"Hello to you too, darling," said Jimin, leaning back into the sofa lazily. "It's been so long since I've seen that beautiful face of yours."

"So." Seulgi turned towards Ahreum. "Are you really interested in going into forensics? Or was it just a way to distract me so that I wouldn't run into him?"

"Seulgi, I-"

"Darling, they were just trying to convince me to provide a blood sample," interrupted Jimin, his face curling into a smirk. "Was that your idea? You know I would've said yes in a heartbeat if you had asked nicely."

"Fuck you, Park!" spat Seulgi. She turned to Yuri and shook her head. "This isn't how I thought you'd get things done. I can't believe you're bargaining with a murder suspect!"

"Now that's a bit harsh, isn't it darling?" Jimin was enjoying the situation immensely.

"Jimin, don't." Taehyung warned his friend.

"Seulgi, please, this isn't what you think-" Ahreum ran out after the taller girl, the diner eerily quiet after the blowout.

"Jimin, you can find your way home yourself, right?" asked Taehyung, getting up to swipe his credit card at the counter. "I have to go."

Jimin nodded, his fingers lazily running through his silver hair. It was a wonder all the rings didn’t get caught in his hair.

"And Yuri - " Taehyung paused, his long fingers clenching around the plastic of the card - "It was nice meeting you, I guess."

"I think that went rather well, DI Choi" said Jimin, once they were the only two left at the table. "I was thoroughly entertained."

Yuri pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling a headache coming on. "My apologies for wasting your time, Mr. Park. Have a good rest of the day."

Once outside, she realised that Ahreum had left. Her mode of transportation had left. Without letting her know. She sighed and unlocked her phone, trying to figure out if it would be easier to walk back home or to the station.

"Were you abandoned as well?"

Yuri took a deep breath, preparing herself before facing Jimin once again.

"Friends these days aren't what they used to be."

"I don't know you, Mr. Park." Yuri crossed her arms and tilted her head to one side. "I have no preconceived notions, and I have no affiliations in this place. I am merely doing my job - trying to find out how Kang Eunwoo died. I don't really understand why you're trying your damned best to make things difficult for us. But let me tell you one thing- I'm not going to stop until I get to the truth."

Jimin seemed at a loss for words for the first time since she had met him.

"If you didn't have anything to do with Eunwoo's death, providing the blood sample should be nothing more than a formality for you. But by declining to assist us, you're pushing us into thinking you do have something to hide. I don't know about you, Mr. Park, but if I were involved in a murder investigation, I'd like my name cleared as soon as possible. All personal conflicts aside."

xxx

Back at the station, Yuri felt her head was going to explode. She hadn't eaten anything the entire day, her morning coffee forgotten in the chaos of the diner mission. On top of that, her desk had a large pile of papers waiting to be read.

"Goh dropped these off when he came in," said Jeon, noticing how she was staring at the pile. "Just procedural stuff - it's pretty much the same everywhere in the country. But each station requires anyone who joins to read through them and sign."

"Oh, I see -" Yuri stopped abruptly, her head spinning towards her partner. He had never managed to go two words without snapping at her, much less initiate a civil conversation. Why was he suddenly behaving like this? Was this some kind of trap? Was he baiting her?

Jeon seemed completely unaware of Yuri's internal dilemma, and continued typing on his work laptop until his phone pinged with a message. He quickly closed the laptop and walked towards the exit, already speaking to someone on the phone.

Yuri glared at his desk, trying to figure out what he was playing at. Gradually, her eyes landed on that wretched file. The 2nd Nov case file. The file that seemed to be Jeon's purpose of existence.

The 2nd November case that Jeongguk’s been overseeing - I want you to go over it. You might be able to help

Yoongi's words rang in her head. She began reaching over the partition that divided her desk from Jeon's, her hand was just a few centimeters from the file-

"Need some help?"

Yuri jumped in astonishment, Jeon's voice startling her into knocking her knee into the desk. She ignored the throbbing sensation, and focused on trying to explain herself.

"Need a pen to sign the papers. Mine's out of ink."

Jeon seemed to buy this reason, and picked up a pen from the large stack sitting inside a pale red mug on his desk.

"Anything else?" he asked, when her eyes kept flitting back to his desk.

"N-no." Yuri sat down hurriedly, sifting through the papers she hadn't looked over even once.

The next hour went by without much incident. Yuri had managed to grab a dodgy looking sandwich from the break room, and somehow finished it off in between large gulps of water. Never again was she leaving the house without eating.

Her texts to Ahreum had gone unanswered so far, which was hardly surprising. Yuri was pretty sure she was trying to explain things to Taehyung. It was best to give her some space at this point - she'd call and check on her later at night.

Jeon's phone rang again causing him to rush out once more, and from the fragments that Yuri managed to catch, it was Chief Inspector Goh on the other line.

"DI Choi?"

Yuri was stunned to see Park Jimin standing by her desk.

"How can I help you, Mr. Park?" she asked, after a moment's pause.

"I'm here to... cooperate."

"You're agreeing to the blood sample?" she asked, incredulously.

"Yes."

Yuri cursed under her breath. It was lunchtime, which meant that Seulgi and most of her team would be off.

Suho happened to be passing by at just that moment. "DI Choi, can I speak to you for a moment?"

"S-sure. Mr. Park, please wait here for a moment."

"You managed to convince Jimin to provide a blood sample?" asked Suho, lowering his voice.

"I guess so..."

"The labs are closed for lunch right now."

"I know." Yuri bit her lip in frustration. "I don't know how long he'll be willing to wait. It's already a miracle that he's showed up."

"I think I saw one of the junior lab technicians come back early," Suho wondered out loud. "Let me call him and ask."

Yuri waited as Suho dialed the number on his phone. In the meantime, Jeon had returned, his eyes catching sight of Jimin and temporarily halting him in his tracks.

What followed next was one of the most stressful 3 minutes of Yuri's life. Jeon was speaking to Jimin, when Suho informed her that the junior technician was available to draw a blood sample but would not be able to stay long enough for the sample to be handed over to either his senior or Seulgi herself. This was a definite issue because according to the station's protocol, junior lab technicians were not allowed to officially check in anything related to an ongoing investigation. It seemed like Yuri would have to wait at the lab until Seulgi or a senior technician came back, so that the sample would not be left alone until it had been properly entered into the system. The only problem was, Jeon appeared to be packing his stuff and Yuri's window to grab the 2nd Nov file was closing. This would've been the perfect moment, given that he was slightly distracted due to his conversation with Jimin. Suho seemed to sense the conflict raging within her, and offered to wait at the lab instead.

"Are you sure?" asked Yuri, her attention fixed on the file still on Jeon's desk.

"Yes," said Suho. "But I think you should tell Jimin that I'll be taking him to the lab instead of you. He'll probably take it better if it’s coming from you."

Yuri nodded and walked over to where the two men were having a conversation.

"- a bit annoyed that he didn't know I had been down here." Jimin chuckled and ran a hand through his hair.

"Why didn't you tell him, then?" asked Jeon, frowning. Yuri took this opportunity to swipe the file from his desk.

"Ah! DI Choi, I was beginning to think you had forgotten about me," said Jimin, his eyes falling on Yuri.

"Sorry for making you wait. Unfortunately, I have some urgent matters to attend to. DS Lim will take you to the lab and make sure everything is alright." She hid the file under her coat, and beckoned for Suho to come over. "Thank you once again for your cooperation, Mr. Park."

Jeon raised his eyebrow questioningly, but Yuri was out of the station before he could get a word in. She didn't have much time before he realised his precious file was missing.

Once inside her car, Yuri opened the file and read through every single inch of it. It was a grim case no doubt - a single mother had been stabbed to death by a homeless drunk, who was assumed to be the father of her three year old daughter. The girl had been missing since then, while the man awaited his trial in jail.

The pictures were quite awful. The small nook where she had been living told a rather tragic, almost pathetic, story. A young woman without many choices. Her pale, lifeless body only added to the sense of despair. Yuri wondered why Jeon was so obsessed with this case. Sure, it was terribly sad, but not unlike many other drunken brawls resulting in an unfortunate death. She wondered who was in charge of looking for the girl at this point. According to the file, no body had turned up in over a month. Which meant that she was either alive or her body would probably never be found. If the former was true, there was a high probability that this was a kidnapping. It didn't make much sense. Maybe there was something she was missing...

Staring at the picture of the woman's corpse, her eyes caught sight of a small detail - a ring. A ring which looked very familiar.

Sifting through the pictures, she found a close up of the ring in question. It had been lying near the body and it was assumed that the ring had fallen from her person at some point during the struggle.

Only...

Yuri took out her phone and quickly snapped a shot of the picture of the ring. This was absolutely against protocol, but she was desperate at this point.

It had been 20 minutes since she had run out of the station, and after making sure that Jeon had left, she made her way back in and dropped the file at his desk.

xxx

"Did you clear things up with Taehyung?" asked Yuri, sitting down at the table.

Ahreum picked up some pasta with her tongs and placed it on Yuri's plate. Tonight's dinner was in honor of Namjoon making it home before the clock struck midnight.

"Yeah, he's not one to hold grudges. He was just a little upset that I had lied to him."

"He looked quite betrayed when he realised that we had set them up like that."

"Don't worry about it." Ahreum shrugged while pouring wine into the glasses. "He's fine now."

"Tae can't stay mad at Ahreum for too long." The deep voice sounded familiar yet strange to Yuri, who had barely interacted with Ahreum's older brother when they had all been living in the same city.

"Namjoon!" she stood up, giving him a hug. He was still awkward with any kind of physical affection, though he had grown into his limbs and no longer resembled a gangly teenager. "Took me 4 days but I finally managed to get a glimpse of you."

"Ah," he said, pushing his black-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Sorry about that, Yuri. I had a major project due last night so I was basically living at the library doing research."

"Well, I hope it's not going to be as difficult to meet you from now on. You and Ahreum are the only people I know here."

"No new friends yet?" asked Namjoon, digging into the pasta. "Ahreum, this is delicious! We should've called Seokjin over. He always appreciates good food."

"Seokjin? As in the guy who runs The Moon's Post Office?" asked Yuri.

"The one and the same. How do you know him?" asked Namjoon.

"Happened to visit the bakery on my first day here. He's got quite a way with shortcrust pastry."

Namjoon laughed at this. "I'm sure he'll be happy to hear that. That place is Seokjin's pride."

"But back to the friends question," he continued, grabbing another helping of pasta. "Detective work not leaving you much time to socialize?"

"Sort of..."

"She's been having trouble with her new partner," piped up Ahreum, her eyes glinting mischievously. "Maybe you can help her out on that front."

"Oh? Who's your partner?"

"Jeon Jeongguk."

"You're not getting along with Jeongguk?!" Namjoon nearly spilled the wine on himself.

"Namjoon, please calm down. It's not that serious," said Ahreum, rolling her eyes.

"Sorry," her brother murmured, placing the glass back on the table. "It's just... I know you both. There's no reason for you to not get along."

"He's being a dick," supplied Ahreum, helpfully. "Not sure why. Doesn't sound like the guy you're always gushing about."

"I don't think 'gushing' is the right word... but I get your point. Has he said anything to you, Yuri?" asked Namjoon.

Yuri didn't hear what Namjoon had said. Her attention was fixed on her phone, specifically on an email from Seulgi. The blood on Eunwoo's sleeve was a match for the sample taken from Park Jimin earlier that day.

xxx

another chapter done!

#jungkook #jungkook fic #jungkook x oc #jimin #taehyung #seokjin #namjoon #hoseok #yoongi #bts fic #btsbookclub #c me write bangtan

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tornrose24 · 4 years ago

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How I really met your dad (Red Diamond AAU Drabble)

Original gem au belongs to angerydj

Alexandra belongs to me.

After uncovering a huge secret, many questions ran through Alexandra’s mind. One of which was bouncing in her head as she and her mother watched a movie together while they sat on the couch and ate popcorn.

It was one of those black and white films that was a hidden gem from a long ago past. Her mom had a guilty pleasure in old school romance stories like the one on the movie, and she couldn’t help but wear a melancholic smile.

“Hey mom?” Alexandra finally asked. “Did you know that dad was also Red Diamond?”

Edith turned her head in confusion and Alexandra had to clarify. “I mean, did you know that dad had two personalities and Red Quartz wasn’t his original identity?”

A long silence fell.

Edith stopped the movie and thought for a while.

“You weren’t supposed to know until you were older.” She finally admitted. “So you did know?” Alexandra moved closer to her mom. On one hand it was a relief to know that her mom knew, but she couldn’t believe that she too kept it a secret from her.

“Well I didn’t know that he was also Red Diamond, but I knew about the spilt personality.”

“George and Harold said that Red Diamond was my actual dad and the one who married you. Something about ‘he helped her conceive you–not Quartz.’ Whatever that means.” Alexandra added and was confused by the blush in her mother’s face. “When did you know?”

“Well.” Edith thought. “He didn’t call himself by that name back then. And it was sometime after I met Quartz and the boys.”

*****Many years ago****

Edith was in her last fall semester of collage. Red Quartz had offered to help her study for a big test, even though he fumbled with most of the hard to pronounce words.

She had only known him personally for a few weeks after he and the other two helped saved her from what they referred to as a ‘corrupted gem.’ He was very strange but sweet and funny at the same time and she found herself enjoying his company.

However it was due to rain and he escorted her home after she wanted to head back. Along the way, he chatted about one of his past adventures as he walked alongside her and as the clouds began to form over them.

“Then just when it was about to swallow me whole, I–!” Without warning, he suddenly flashed in a white light. Edith stared in confusion and waited until it faded. For some reason he now wore clothing and he had a black toupee that barely covered his head.

“What the–?!” His voice sounded the same but it had a gruffer tone as he looked around in confusion. He noticed Edith and stared at her for a few seconds before he began to panic. He snapped his fingers and he turned white again.

“Sorry, what was I saying?” Quartz asked in his usual smooth tones when it faded and he was dressed in what minimal clothing he normally wore.

“Uh–” Edith had no clue what to say when suddenly he turned white again and changed back into wearing more clothing and a toupee.

“Are you kidding me?!” He snapped his fingers again and changed once more.

“Oh yes, it was about to swallow me!” Quartz grinned as Edith felt the rain hit her face. “Then I–!” A split second later his appearance changed once again and more rain began to fall. He tried to snap his fingers again, but nothing happened.

“OH COME ON!” He yelled at the sky. “Uh, is everything alright Quartz?” He flinched and looked at Edith. “Why are you changing back and forth?”

He opened his mouth, but then thought. “Wait–no.” He shook his head. He stuck a finger in the air and growled. “Ugh! Why wasn’t he told to stay out fo the rain?!”

******

They sat together in the apartment and he had a blanket thrown over his soaking wet body. After getting an idea of how much Edith knew about himself and the gems, he then had no choice but to give her a heavily edited version about himself.

“So Red Quartz is actually a split personality?” Edith understood now. She heard about this in fiction and psychology but she hadn’t seen an actual case until now.

“I needed him for a time, but then things happened and anyone who can erase him isn’t around. I’m stuck switching between him and me unless I can find someone to fix this, and so far I’ve had no luck.” He sighed and held his head in his hands. Sometimes it was a blessing to have Red Quartz take over, but often it was a hassle.

“Then if you aren’t Quartz, who do I call you?” Edith asked. “I’m already friends with him, but I’d to be friends with you too, now that I know and everything.”

He glanced at her. He spent a few moments thinking it over, but then he stared into her beautiful blue eyes and her lovely face. Something about her made him feel relaxed and calm.

“It’s Benjamin.” He gave her the human name he decided for himself. The one he chose after spending years without a name to replace the one he had forsaken.

“Well Benjamin, my name is Edith.” She smiled and he felt something inside him skip a beat. She looked out to see the rain falling down. “I suppose you’l be stuck here for awhile.” “That’s fine.” He truly was fine with that.

Time would pass and he’d soon find himself looking forward to seeing her more often. He didn’t let Red Quartz come out as often any more as he wanted to spend more time with Edith. He felt like he could be himself around her and for the first time in a long time, it felt like he was able to completely forget about the past.

A certain Zircon and Sapphire noticed the changes, but they didn’t dare comment on it. They weren’t sure what to do in this situation, but they wanted to see how things would go.

****Present day****

Edith had pulled out some photos she had hidden and Alexandra finally what her dad looked like as her mother had seen him, and there was nothing to say that he was anyone else in them.

He still somewhat looked like Red Diamond, except he had adjusted his physical appearance to be ten to twelve years younger (much like how George and Harold did to make themselves look older on a few rare occasions). He still had the same exact toupee, though it was completely black. However he had Red Quartz’s light pink skin tone and he looked far happier than in Alexandra’s dream or in the memory that was shown to her. He was shown hugging Edith and he had nothing but complete adoration in his eyes towards his future wife.

“So that photo you gave me was actually him this whole time?” Alexandra thought about the picture in her bedroom. “That was actually dad as Benjamin?” She understood why he preferred using that name instead of ‘Red Diamond’ after all it carried for him. It sounded a lot more pleasant and humble.

“It was.” Edith smiled.

Alexandra frowned. Even with the different skin color, she could still tell it was Benjamin and not Red Quartz. “But dad looks the same both ways–how did everyone miss that? I mean, yeah he has a wig and pink coloring, but he had a red coloring when I saw him as Red Diamond. And he was wearing a similar wig too.” Were the Homeworld gems really that stupid?

Edith couldn’t help but chuckle. “Well that’s because he didn’t have any hair when he was first created, or so he told me. You’ve seen George and Harold switch into different forms, right? Ever noticed how the color of their skin and hair might change? It was the same for him, but I suppose no one noticed if they hadn’t seen what color his hair was supposed to be.” Alexandra couldn’t help but chuckle back as she tried to imagine Red Diamond with pink hair and Red Quartz with red hair. “I didn’t mind–I thought he was handsome either way.”

Alexandra sighed and lifted her shirt up to see the gem that was actually a diamond and not a quartz. “So did dad actually love you when he was Red Quartz?” “He did.” Edith reassured her. “He ended up loving me because your father loved me. He was a part of Benjamin, so I loved him too. But it was Benjamin that I was the closest to and the one that I married. He was the one who helped create you, the one who created the diamonds for me to sell off for your future, and the one who was there when–” She stopped, but her daughter knew.

Benjamin was the one to sacrifice both his gem and his life when she was born with frail health. She was the real reason that Red Diamond had died.

“So if Red Quartz wasn’t the one to give up the gem... then he wasn’t really there when I was born. He didn’t know he was going to die.” Alexandra spoke out something that had haunted Edith for awhile. “Did he even know you were pregnant with me?”

“Eventually he found out–you can’t really keep a pregnancy a secret.” Edith admitted. “George and Harold were going to tell him, but then you were born and... well, the last time any of us saw him was a week before your birth. He never had the chance to see you and I don’t think your father wanted to lose what precious time he had with you when his mind was still his own. He never was comfortable with sharing me with Red Quartz and he was worried as to what would happen if you were left alone with Quartz.”

Alexandra touched the gem.

Every time she thought she had her father figured out, she’d learn something new that would make her unsure. She was relieved that her mother hadn’t been lied to, but she felt sorry for the gem known as Red Quartz. In the end, he had also been lied to by everyone and his life ended without him knowing it.

“Sweetie?” Edith knelt down and placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “Both Benjamin and Red Quartz wanted to see you–they loved you and they both would have given their life for you.” “I know, but I just wish that Red Quartz was able to make a choice too. I wish he knew the truth too. If he was also my dad, then he deserved a chance to see me too. And I wish dad–” She sighed. “I wish dad trusted me enough to let me know the real him like he did for you too.” Edith didn’t know what to say but instead she hugged her daughter. Alexandra hugged her mother back. Despite their frustrations, they both wished that things hadn’t been so complicated with the one who had played an important part in their lives.

#captain underpants #cu gem au #red diamond aau

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dancing-with-dichotomies · 4 years ago

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ALSO I APPARENTLY???

Started writing a WLW AU fic for SOSTOT?? Yuzuki/Kasumi, with Yuzuki being female here? AND TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT IT? XD;; IDK it’s half decent so far, anyone want me to continue it...? ^^;

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After a day of teaching a classroom of children, dear though they were to her, Kasumi was ready for a much-needed soak at the spa. She had just partaken of a light supper at Ginjiro's, some healthy spinach soup, and now she was on her way to see which of the deluxe spa treatments were available that night. It had been a few days since she'd checked, or did anything fun with anyone, she'd been rather busy with planning, grading and training and such...

She knew which one she was hoping for... The wine bath that the kind farmer at the crossroads, Sandy, had acquired especially for her earlier this year. How Kasumi lamented that she'd recently married, of all men, -Wayne-. Just... Why -Wayne-? Nothing could be more perplexing. Ludus, perhaps, might have made sense, he had such nice flowing hair at least -- But the crazy cowboy that used to flirt with almost everyone and gave really bad gifts...? Ugh. There was no accounting for the tastes of heterosexual women, and Kasumi was infinitely glad she was not one of them...

Then again though... Sometimes it could get a little frustrating too, which was why she often took her baths at the very end of the night, when there was usually few or no others left around. It was a little extra frustrating to be reminded of her former and now bygone crush on Farmer Sandy, now that she was in the arms of Crazy Wayne, as Kasumi called him only in her head... But she loved the smell of the sweet, tangy wine bath she had created just for her too much to stay away from it, even if it bore painful reminders for her now, it still soothed her muscles, if not her broken heart...

And ah, how fortunate. Tonight was Deluxe Wine Bath night~

Farmer Sandy had in fact since then also donated a few extra types of wine to the spa owner, apparently, to get people to try her new wine blends. Instead of the usual grape wine bath, tonight it was going to be a cherry wine bath, and the next week there was to be a strawberry wine bath. How delightful! Sandy, though your taste in men might be horrible, one could at least say nothing ill of your taste in wine...

There was a small handful of women in attendance that night. Shizu and Omiyo were there chatting together in one corner, Beni from Crimson Farm was also having a soak, and in one corner by herself, sipping from a cup of tea that Kasumi knew without even asking had a more than generous amount of honey stirred into it, was Yuzuki...

She was a strange but sweet girl, that Yuzuki... Kasumi had known her ever since she was a little girl. Often a very sick little girl... Kasumi felt so sorry for her. Abandoned by her own parents to live with her grandparents just because she was sick... They then went on to have another child and raised them, without any care for the first. Without care for how she'd nearly given up hope at their betrayal and wasted away in the hospital until her new friends and family managed to nurse her back to health.

Chiefly her grandparents, of course, but Kasumi hadn't been able to stay away either. The second she first saw the frail little girl, temporary trapped in a wheelchair as her poor old grandparents pushed her to her doctor's appointments and in and out of hospital stays... Kasumi knew her parents were only keen on the idea of her helping the other child because they knew it would make them look good to the community, but Kasumi was grateful for their help anyways. They allowed her to take flowers to the girl, some reading and schooling materials, and some healthy soup.

Yuzuki had been just as happy to see Kasumi as she was to see her gifts. They talked for hours. Kasumi would help Yuzuki with the schoolwork and read to her until she fell asleep. When they were close enough, Yuzuki confessed that although she was grateful for the soup, she had been madly craving some sweets, and begged Kasumi to get some for her. Of course it was a childish request and Kasumi knew she shouldn't let a sick person eat anything unhealthy, but she compromised by at least bringing her a bowl of peaches, cherries and strawberies the next time she visited.

Yuzuki eventually got better, and was allowed to go home. Kasumi still said hello to her and made light conversation whenever she saw her, but it wasnt nearly as often as before. For the first thing, they lived on completely different sides of town, with Yuzuki down low in South Tsuyukusa and Kasumi living much further up North, and working even further away than that at the school in the next town over. No one ever really stressed it, but there was also the issue of their much different social status. Many men and women in Tsuyukusa, not just Yuzuki, tended to treat Kasumi much more stiffly and politely than other people. She in turn adopted the same mannerism towards them.

She wished she could be more like Komari or Yuzuki. Though Yuzuki was quite respectful like Kasumi, she also had an air of casual, nonchalant familiarity with most people. Not quite as brash and obvious and in-your-face about it like Komari, who by the nature of her being unashamed in her approachability made it much easier for her to crowd Kasumi first whenever she saw her. Yuzuki would easily say hello and make small talk when she saw her alone, but if she was busy with something or someone else she'd keep a respectful distance instead...

Kasumi really missed the old days, their long conversations at the hospital... But of course it was better than Yuzuki didn't have to stay there anymore.

A little over half an hour passed. Omiyo started getting a little lightheaded and Shizu offered to take her home, saying she needed to get back to her family and make supper anyways. Yuzuki said goodnight to them both and then they redressed and left. About fifteen minutes later Beni also wordlessly excused herself.

They were both hyper aware of the other's isolated presence after that. Kasumi was frozen silent, wanting to say something, but unsure if a bath was the sort of place to strike up casual conversation when you haven't spoken too much in a while...

Yuzuki seemed to wonder the same thing, waited a few minutes to see if Kasumi would also excuse herself... But when she didn't, and figuring it would be more awkward to stay silent, Yuzuki finally spoke up, mentioning, "This cherry wine bath is really nice, isn't it? I don't really like wine, but I've always kind of wanted to try Sandy's cherry and strawberry wines. They look so good, even though I know I wouldn't like the taste, the bottles are just so pretty! But I like it better in a bath like this, I think -- I get to smell it without having to taste it! It was so kind of Sandy to make the extra donations. I mentioned the same to her and she immediately offered to let me try the wines in bath form! In a couple of weeks Iluka and Siluka are going to come for a special Tropical Mango Bath night too! Ooh I do look forward to it! Aaah, a cacao bath sounds really good too..."

"Yuzuki..." Kasumi lightly chided her, hiding a smile behind her hand. "Be careful now... So many baths in a row might make you lightheaded..." She was starting to feel a little extra steamy herself, since Yuzuki mentioned that Iluka and Siluka would be coming another night.

Kasumi didn't have the courage to outright flirt with others, but when she did look upon others with romantic thoughts in her head, it was often girls from out of town. Iluka and Siluka, or Lisette. They were dream-girls. As in, literally only to exist as such in her dreams and in her head. It was safer with them, at least. How could she look upon Komari or anyone else in Tsuyukusa that she had to see regularly if she allowed such thoughts about them? At least with the other girls... If something ever did happen to ruin their friendship, she could just avoid ever going to Westown or Lulukoko again. Being banished/ostracised in your own home would be a much more complicated and inconvenient state...

So it caught her a little off-guard and confused when Yuzuki suddenly giggled, a strange kind of way... "Admittedly, this wine bath might be making me a little giddy... But I swear I didn't drink any, I just had a few sweets earlier..."

Kasumi cast a doubtful look at her. "A few?"

"Ahh... Just some yomogi and mitarashi dango..."

"...And."

Yuzuki knew she wasn't hiding anything at that point, bashfully coughing up the truth after a short pause, "...A-And monaka..."

"..." Kasumi didn't even prod verbally this time, just gave her old friend a knowing look.

"...Okay, okay, and a strawberry shaved ice! I'm completely sugar-high, I admit it!"

"Yuzuki..." Kasumi rolled her eyes then, wondering how the other girl managed to stay so abnormally stick-skinny despite how much sweets she consumed. Kasumi was skinny too, but she did have at least a few womanly lumps, even though she hardly ever ate sweets...

Looking for a change of subject quickly to take some of the shame off of her, Yuzuki then mentioned, "Y-Yes, it sure was nice of Sandy to make those donations! She's really a great woman... But, just... Ugh, can you believe she actually married WAYNE?!"

Kasumi's mouth fell open just a little in shock, and she involuntarily leaned a little closer in without realizing it... "I thought I was the only one who thought that..." Obviously you keep such thoughts to yourself normally... But it was just the two of them here, and Yuzuki was thinking it too...?

The girl with the sea-green hair scooted a few seats closer to Kasumi too, now leaving just a respectful distance between them. "No way, I thought so too! He's seriously crazy! Like he's a good guy, he's not dangerous, he's just crazy! Nothing he does makes sense except for organizing the mail! I guess Sandy must like the wild type, but that cowboy is too wild for me... And he DID try to flirt with me once, before Sandy came along. He wonders why he got a reputation as a playboy but he WAS an awful flirt before he met her! It's one thing to flirt with someone you really like, but when you flirt with every pretty girl you see, and then wonder why you suddenly have so many ardent admirers? Truly, only an insane person would do that and not realized what caused it, I think..."

That was just what Kasumi had been thinking! "I'm glad at least that he seems to be properly devoted to Sandy now... She's an absolute godsend to all of our communities, so she deserves only happiness..."

Yuzuki nodded sagely. "I think so too. But then, we deserve happiness too! We work hard too, right Kasumi? This is really nice. Soaking your muscles after bending over a work-table for hours is nice by yourself, but it's even better when you have a good friend to spend the time with~"

Kasumi smiled appreciatively back at her. "I agree... It's been too long since we talked like this, hasn't it... It was rather hard to see each other for a while there, but... It would be..." Oh dear, that wine was making her blush now too... Yes, the wine... "It would be... V-Very nice, if we could see more of each other!"

Yuzuki blushed deeply at that too. "I'd like that... And..." Kasumi thought she was about to say something deeper and more meaningful, but then... "I'd also like some more sweets..."

Kasumi felt an eye twitch. The girl was insatiable... "Yuzuki, honestly..."

But then the green-eyed girl fixed a stare at her, an extra-open and honest gaze that made Kasumi feel like her own black orbs were magnetically attracted to them... "Honestly, Kasumi..." She repeated back to her coyly. "I want more... But... The sweetest thing I see here is you~"

...WHAT...?

Kasumi was struck with dumbfounded silence for a moment... Then just as suddenly, she erupted into mad giggles. "W-WHAT, Y-YUZUKI, THAT--Y-YOU...! AHAHA... You sounded just like WAYNE there...!" SURELY, since they were just talking about him, Yuzuki was just doing a funny impression of him as a joke... Right...?

Yuzuki blushed and looked down at the water bashfully at that comparison. "Hehe, I guess so... Flirting is harder than it looks, I suppose... I wonder how Wayne manages to get all the girls he says it to take him so seriously..."

Wait... She sounded... Genuinely a little forlorn by that...? "Y-Yuzuki...?"

Their eyes met again. Yuzuki scooted just a fraction of an inch closer, and Kasumi didn't scoot back when she toed into her personal space. "Kasumi... We've always been rather a lot alike, wouldn't you say? I've been wondering for a while... How much more like me you might be...?"

She was leaning ever closer... Kasumi felt no inclination to move away or stop her, the exact opposite in fact... It almost felt like her beauty was drawing her in, like a magnet to metal, until their lips were finally pulled together...

Heaven. Nirvana. Honey-sweetness still clinging to her lips and breath. Such a sticky-sweet breath, like a candy factory in one person's mouth. Normally Kasumi would never seek so much sweetness for herself, but the feelings it was stirring in her belly despite it being just a simple meeting of mouths was leaving her quickly craving more...

Her lips were so soft, moisturized by cherry lip balm... Sweetness on top of sweetness, softness she would now forever be tempted to touch again... She clung to the top of Yuzuki's shoulders, as if she might drown in water half her height if she didn't hold on... And Yuzuki, her hand slid around her waist, to her lower back and then...

Kasumi suddenly gasped and pulled back, looking around. No one was watching for that split moment she'd lost herself, thank goodness, but...

She looked back at Yuzuki... Knowing in an instant, there was no way she was giving this up... But all the same... "W-We can't, at least, not here..."

Yuzuki nodded right away, just as reasonable as her, but also just as eager to proceed. "No, of course not... And, we couldn't go back to my place either, since my grandparents live there too, but... We -could- tell them we decided to have a sleepover at your place, and we could be alone there... What do you say, Kasumi...?"

Say? Was she even capable of speech anymore...? Almost mute, her mouth began to move, but very little sound was coming from her shocked self. "Ah, I-I...?"

Yuzuki quickly let go of her, and looked away. "Unless I was mistaken... I-In which case, I'm sorry, and I'll leave you alone--"

Reflexes quick as lightning and her grip much stronger than Yuzuki's, Kasumi quickly reached in and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back close to her again. Yuzuki's eyes went wide and her heart skipped a beat as the feminine lady suddenly displayed her strength, holding her tight, their torso's aligned. "...Get what you need, and meet me back at my home in half an hour... Okay?"

Shaking a little, feeling a bit weak in her hold but in a rather delicious way, Yuzuki nodded. She then kissed her once more on the cheek, and got out of the bath to collect her clothes and go home.

Feeling extra naked and exposed even though she was now alone, Kasumi quickly followed suit, putting her kimono back on while shaking like one of the early autumn leaves falling outside...

Was this real...? Was this really real, was this really really about to happen...? Did she perhaps drift off into an extra-realistic dream...?

Well, if she was dreaming, then she was hallucinating... Because it was an hour later than she ever accepted guests, and someone was now knocking at her door...

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#sos tot #sos 3ot #story of seasons #trio of towns #story of seasons trio of towns #3ot kasumi #3ot yuzuki #also I kinda wanna make Hinata girl and have Komari gf's w her too XD;;#UGH WHY ARE MY WLW PAIRINGS USUALLY FROM DEAD/ENDANGERED FANDOMS... XD;;#And even then I could be doing the usual #Kasumi/Komari and Hinata/Yuzuki BUT NO I gotta switch it up even then XD;;#LIKE I KNOW OPPOSITES ATTRACT BUT ALSO ITS CUTE WHEN LIKE-MINDED TYPES GET TOGETHER SOMETIMES TOO...#YuzuKasu and KomaHina make sense like that #both the het and genderbent wlw version works good with their similar personalities I think T_T

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comedicreliefonlyworkswhenfunny · 6 years ago

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Villain! Deku au; chapter sixteen: A Fire In The Night

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Midoriya ran the bar as usual that day while his teammates went over what they were to do during the infiltration. They were to attack in the evening, when the students would be tired from quirking out and the teachers would be tired of putting up with them. The only problem was the annoying wait until evening… and telling the customers that they wouldn’t be open from prime drinking time, but that was mostly just arguments. About half of the bar patrons were participating in the infiltration, reading the vague instructions that Deku had given them each. Somewhere along the line, somebody started a discussion about what they should be called- not that it mattered. “League of Villains’ Frontal Force!” Twice, a boisterous villain with a cloning quirk, chimed in. His attitude was always a bit too bubbly for a villain, but he was the appreciated working comic relief. “Nice alliteration, but that sounds stupid. We need a name that does the job; it doesn’t need to sound flashy. We should be the Attack Force,” Mustard, a B-ranked assassin with a knack for murder, argued. Unlike some of his comrades, he prefered quiet kills and using his quirk to take out enemies without a struggle. “We should be a squad! A tight knit group fighting under the same ideals! The League of Villains’ Attack Squad!” added Spinner, to describe him as outgoing wouldn’t quite cover it; he was enthusiastic, to say the least, and a justice fighter(™) to boot. His past altercations left him with an oxymoronic hatred for heroes and a love for justice. He was, most definitely, the strongest Stain fan of the group. “That’s so childish, go for something like the League of Villains’ Vanguard. It sounds so much cooler and has a meaning behind it,” surprisingly the philosophical input came from Dabi; more likely than not, he just wanted to sound smarter than the rest of the group, though. “We take action!” Toga gleefully chimed in, “Action to make the world a better place!” They could have gone on all day and never left the hideout if Midoriya didn’t chime in. “The League of Villains’ Vanguard Action Squad. We lead an action based revolution with a tight knit group. Over. Done. No further discussion,” if Deku hadn’t said anything, Kurogiri looked like he was about to resolve the conflict himself. A silent, almost invisible, nod of thanks was sent to Midoriya.

Kurogiri slowly fed the villains through a warp gate to a mountain protecting the hideout. Miscellaneous chatter soaked up the short waiting time that the villains were currently being melodramatic about. “No good, it’s just not cute!” Toga, one of the many bouncy children in the League complained aimlessly. “The abstruse administration has laid out our orders. While they don’t appear to be the most professional, their planning is sure to be sound,” Mustard argued for the sensibility of the plan. “Not that, not that. It’s just not cute,” she aimlessly complained about whatever was most prominent in her cluttered mind at the time. “Who the hell cares? We came to kill, and I want to get to it!,” Muscular was just ticked that he was the newbie of the group and was very much treated as such. He was a powerful ally to have, but he did not embody the beliefs of the league at all. He was a chaotic evil amongst lawfuls and neutrals. “Shut up, weirdos, the plan is to wait for all of us,” Dabi spoke up, looking over the see of forest. Magne, Spinner, and Moonfish all walked through the portal after taking too long to get ready. “Ambitious punks only cause more damage than they’re worth. What they need is a hit from a gang of elites,” an open mouth declaration to the rest of the squad, “Peace is ours, and they will learn that tonight.”

Eventually the time came for the mission to truly begin. Mustard and Dabi were to launch the initial attack, drawing the attention on them, while Magne and Spinner were to hunt down the Pussycats. Once the smoke was up and ready, everybody spilt. The League of Villains’ Vanguard Action Squad slunk into the forest like a snake in the grass. Mustard released his quirk, the gas swirling like a typhoon, and Dabi did his job, igniting various trees, all far enough away to spread the fire, but not too far away as he was lazy. Magne and Spinner went to target the Pussycats. Moonfish and Toga wandered the forests in search of stragglers.

Mange was the first to officially strike, pulling on of the Pussycats towards her and landing a heavy blow to Pixiebob. “We are the League of Villains’ Vanguard Action Squad, tiny UA students. Pleased to meetcha!” Spinner stupidly declared. He was a living definition of a poorly written comic book villain, always blurting out whatever comes to mind. ‘Ha ha, heroes! I (we) have (think we have) the upper hand! (we don’t) Since we’re so confident (cocky, stupid), here is the entire layout of said plan, step by step (as if we were explaining it to one of our recruits)’ type of badly written comic book villain. Magne was smarter than Spinner, holding Pixie-Bob to the ground with her weapon. “Should I crush her pretty little skull? I don’t see why not, but what do you guys think?” psychological manipulation that was to instil a feeling of helplessness. It wasn’t outwardly taking a hostage, but it was showing that she wasn’t hesitating. The problem with hostages always becomes ‘if you kill them, you have nothing,’ so having the clear ability to ignore your “advantage,” shows power. Student’s shocked faces were priceless as they gaze upon the villains. Tiger, however, was not having it. He knew the woes of being a woman, and, as a person, also wished for a similar happiness. It was no secret that the Pussycats were steadily creeping past optimal age. Pixie-Bob was taking it the hardest. “Don’t you dare!” he hissed- pun intended, with rage hot on tongue. Both Ragdoll and Tiger were happy with hero life, Mandalay was just worried about the idea of being old, but Pixie-Bob was the romantic of the group. Magne didn’t care for that though, she had her heart broken far to many times to care about the heart of a “beautiful” woman. Tired of being the “coyote ugly,” she wanted to make it so that beauty didn’t run the world. Spinner cut in as well, completely knowing Magne’s anger for those deemed “attractive.” He called out, “Don’t be hasty Big Sis Mag,” he knew she loved that nickname, for several reasons, “You, too, Tiger,” he held his arms out to stop the two readied opponents. “Holding life in your hands is the most important thing you can do! Do you not remember Stain’s teachings?”

Of course that fanboy would bring up Stain. He took every word from that man’s mouth as if it was his lifeline, after a while that was what happened. He believed heavily in justice, but was always made fun of as a kid. He wasn’t the strongest, the smartest, and definitely not the most beautiful: he wasn’t an “ideal” hero, and his strong sense of justice got him nowhere. “Stain… So these people were his followers,” Iida almost felt regret at this point, the thought that Stain had followers who quite clearly knew his face as one that brought their “teacher’s” demise. He could easily push it aside because Stain was an asshole who put his brother in intensive care, despite being a hero for the purest of reasons. “You got that right!” half right, at most; most of “Stain’s followers” weren’t actually his followers, they just believed in same or similar ideals. Shiragaki couldn’t understand that, but he was just a big man child who refused to try- a statement taken directly from fellow members of the league. “And we know all about your feats, four eyes,” Spinner looked at him with a side glance, “And how you helped bring Stain’s end in Hosu.” He placed his hand on his weapon before he continued, “I’m who they call Spinner, and I’m here to make Stain’s dreams come true!” he declared as he “unsheathed” his weapon. It was a new addition for him, made of every knife Stain left behind, with a few of his own, awkwardly tied together to create a patchwork buster sword. Spinner, still lost in the confidence of his introduction and the echoed ‘woah’s of his blade’s reveal, plucked a nerve of Tiger’s.

“That’s good for you, but,” he looked to Pixie-Bob who was lying unconscious, “Pixie-Bob, my friend and teammate, has been worried about marriage. Happiness in life is a woman’s woe! With all of it’s difficulty, she tries very hard!” at this point it was just an oration. Until Tiger got to the point, “How dare you leave an ugly scar like that on her beautiful face, and blab like that without any care?” he was yelling now, showing his true colors. “So heroes have such plain dreams, too?” Spinner was laughing at the thought. The term ‘hero’ had degraded so much, to the point when they’re worried about life after their job. Wasn’t that so funny to think about? A profession where your only purpose is to help people, and there’s a question of what comes after this? People who are trusted with lives have time to worry about marriage and their white picket fence dreams; do the people not matter? Spinner couldn’t help but laugh as he charged towards half of the Pussycats. “Tiger! I’ve sent out the order to Ragdoll to make sure the students are safe! All we need to do is hold them off here!” Mandalay relayed to the partner beside her. She turned to the students and gave them what they needed to know, “Get on your way kids! Be alert, but remember: no fighting!” she couldn’t afford to turn her back. “Keep them safe for me, Class President!” a statement to encourage Iida; being called the class president reminded him that Momo accepted the ‘Vice’ role because she trusted his decision making more than her own. “I’ll make sure we stay safe and out of the way. You heard her, time to go!” Iida rallied his peers as their fearful feet pounded down the path to safety.

Shiragaki and Kurogiri discussed the likelihood of the mission as their pawns were in play. “Do you think they can pull this off?” being honest, Kurogiri still wasn’t over the stupid naming ceremony that they held instead of preparing for battle. “Maybe, maybe,” he almost laugh, unwilling to admit that Midoriya’s words made him change his strategy. Sure, he could have thought of it on his own, and that was what he told himself, but, ultimately, it was Midoriya who told him to think of it like a video game. “I thought this was an rpg, advancing through the storyline as quickly as possible, but I was all wrong. See, when my level one party and I should have been killing slimes, we were trying to fight the boss,” he understood that his ambition got ahead of him, seeing as all the he wanted to do was defeat All Might; it was a heavy fault to admit. “Instead, I am the player, I am the GM, moving my characters and the storyline to places that will get them closer to the end goal,” he grinned at the idea of his master plan, “And to do that, we need to break a few walls to allow the chaos in. It doesn’t matter if they thrive or not, they might not even survive,” he laughed leaning back slightly. Kurogiri didn’t follow, “So they are disposable?” how would that help at all? “No, no, of course not! They’re all comrades, but what matters is the lingering fear that something could happen at any given moment. Wariness, mistrust, accusation; why fear us when they fear each other? But of course, I do hope they succeed,” he made a point. Wariness would fry their systems; who has time for self care when evil might be anywhere? Mistrust would scramble their minds; it was exactly that! Just a thought! Who’s to say if it’s wrong or right? Accusation would tear them apart: why am I suspicious? The fact that you find me suspicious is quite so. Do I even know you? Not to mention the big pawn: Deku; the young boy Izuku Midoriya. Shiragaki knew his relations to the explosive blonde boy, an ex bully who knew him as a hero fanboy. All Might himself, who had shot down the young boy’s dreams. The two students who fought Stain in Hosu, side by side with the kid who saved their lives. Shiragaki grinned as the battle raged throughout the mountains. Several unconscious and unaccounted for, injury count racking up a total; it was going just as planned.

Master

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shellys-apprentice · 2 years ago

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🏳️‍🌈- Orientation headcanon

Bi but leans more towards women

❤️‍🩹- Angsty headcanon

Periodically he'll find a handkerchief or other belonging that Silver had lost before being taken around the house. He's kept all of them.

🥖- Food headcanon

He's a good cook, but almost no one knows this

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I have a half baked equestrian au that's probably never gonna go anywhere, but I also think a vampire au would be fun

5 notes - Posted August 1, 2022

I've come to understand that actually the Pokemon fandom doesn't have a clue what they want! They whine about how much they want an jerk rival like Blue or Silver all the time! We get Bede and Melli and they're the worst most annoying characters ever and they hate them!!! And not in an affectionate way like they hate Blue and Silver!

Funny, I thought Bede was Rose's horribly abused son who's worse off than N and Lillie combined /s

I think part of it is that, in a cast of characters singing your praises constantly, the asshole ones will stand out more. And I feel like the older games did a bit less of that. There's at least not like... a chosen one vibe to the player character in Kanto or Johto. Your just a kid who keeps ending up in the wrong place at the wrong time.

(Not to mention bland as hell nice rivals making the mean ones seem even worse)

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I know there's going to be a separate unrelated or loosely related twist "villain" late game because that's just how they're doing things now for whatever reason

But I wish I'd recorded my audible groan of disappointment when I saw Team Star in the trailer

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They will really do anything to replace HMs except letting you ride your own team huh

22 notes - Posted August 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Pocket Monsters SPECIAL | Pokemon Adventures Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sakaki | Giovanni & Silver Characters: Silver (Pokemon), Sakaki | Giovanni Additional Tags: Team Rocket (Pokemon), Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Past Torture, Organized Crime, Tags May Change, let's play how much can I make you hate Pryce Summary:

Silver and Green's first attempt at escaping The Mask of Ice failed.

He was quick to ensure there would not be a second.

Years later, a split second of not-fully-snuffed-out rebellion lands Silver in the depths of Team Rocket's headquarters.

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isthemedia · 6 years ago

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Ya know what? Last Hurrah time if anything happens to my Tumblr!

Below will be the 1st chapter of the sequel to “What do I Dream to be” (title pending)

The first chapter of the Non-Despair AU-prologue here

And the WIP of the Post Game Fic Prologue.

Finishing up the sequel to “What do I Dream to be” (FUCK YEAH I’m on chapter 7!)

Chapter 1

“You ever going to tell me your name?”

Eraser huffed as he glared at the blonde. They were sitting...somewhere. He couldn’t tell where. Everything was distorted and nothing looked familiar.

The blonde was still grinning.

“...maybe someday.”

He couldn’t stop the small smirk that crossed his face when the blonde whined.

“Come oooooooon,” he drew out and leaned against him. “Give me something!”

Eraser rolled his eyes and pushed the other away. “Fine...if you want something...I like peach things.”

Bright green eyes--

No wait...red?

No wait, they’re green again?

“Peach things?” The other boy stared at him

“I like the flavor.”

There was a beat before he saw that bright smile again--

And then two large hands from the dark reached out and roughly pulled the blonde away. He could hear the blonde scream and reach out for him.

Eraser reached back, but felt hands take ahold of him and pull away.

“H-HIZASHI!”

“Eraser!”

Blurry eyes flew open as he felt his chest heaving as he took in deep breaths. Eyes darting around before settling on the face that was over his. Those bright green eyes filled with worry.

Green…?

He felt gentle hands cups his face.

“You’re alright,” Hizashi murmured and leaned in, giving him a soft kiss. “You’re alright...a-and I’m right here.”

Eraser nodded some as he finally got his breathing back under control. They stay quiet for a bit, Hizashi nuzzling him gently.

“You were calling my name…”

“...you were...taken away,” Eraser replied.

Hizashi gave a soft kiss. “I’m right here.”

The eraser user wrapped his arms around Hizashi and pulled him close. The blonde sighed happily as he settled against him. Enjoying the moment of them being so close with one another.

“Hey, think we should get up and go out for a bit?” Hizashi suggested. It was nearing evening. He was getting used to this out of whack sleeping schedule; the lack of windows helped with that.

“Do we?”

“Maybe some fresh air and a bite? I...just never heard you scream like that.”

The worry in the blonde’s voice made Eraser stop any further arguments. He nodded.

The two dressed in silence, the air still a bit tense.

“...you asked for my name,” Eraser said.

“I, what?”

“In my dream...you asked for my name…” he felt his brows furrow. “I...I can’t even remember it.”

Hizashi gave a sad smile before walking over to him, pulling his shirt on before wrapping his arms around him. “It’s alright Eraser...I mean I want to know it,” he began. “But, nothing would change now if I did know it. I would still love you if you were Yuki, Hajime, or even Karou. It wouldn’t change who YOU are.”

Eraser blushed slight and scoffed. “You’re such a sap.”

“And I’m ALL yours!” Hizashi grinned and kissed him on the cheek with an exaggerated ‘mwah’. “Come on, I’m realizing I’m starving, and it’s Friday...we should be in the clear.”

“....I need more protein gels too.”

“Wanna see if we can find those peach ones again?”

The was a brief replay of his dream that ran through Eraser’s mind. How normal, and almost real it felt. Shaking it off he nodded and gave a soft smile to Hizashi.

‘Toonuchi Financial Group is another victim to be added to the list of those hit by the string of arsons. Surveillance video shows that last evening a disruption occurred that was enough to cause the cameras to malfunction. Upon closer inspection, it can be confirmed that the damage to them, was caused by a high increase of pressure.

Pressure, created by a devastating sound the decibels reaching over 150.’

“They know it was you,” Eraser said as he glanced over to the TV playing in the bar.

“Even if I didn’t do that, they would have pinned it on me,” Hizashi said as he took a drink of his beer.

One of the few things Hizashi learned about enjoying being in the Marunouchi was how desolate it was when it came to the weekend. It was when he and Eraser could go out in civilian wear and nobody was the wiser.

It was obvious that Eraser never took the opportunity to go out and about, until well...everything that happened a few months ago.

The more he was with Eraser, he felt the underlying familiarity. He remembers when he ran out to get some minor groceries he came across some of these peach protein gels. There was a nagging in the back of his mind telling him to get them, that the other had a fondness for the sweet flavor. So he did. The way Eraser’s eyes lit up was well worth the risk of following that nagging.

“We shouldn’t stay out much longer,” Eraser said, he feet kicking at one of the shopping bags they had sitting under the table.

“Right right...one more after this right?” Hizashi asked, eyes darting to the TV quickly, the hidden message under the question coming through clearly.

Eraser nodded. “Yeah…”

“Then what? You said, the doctors were good...but who else?”

“Some of the guards, though most are blacked out too. Then…” Eraser hesitated. “Then...Kaiguchi…”

Hizashi coughed as he choked on his beer. “K-Kaiguchi Kanjirou?” The ‘Man of the Year’ for businesses three years running? The man behind several ‘saved’ businesses? The man who HELPED fund multiple Quirk assistant charities?! The man that helped fund the Quirk research for doctors!?

HE was part of it!? HE was part of the Quirk Advancement Program!?

Hizashi took a calming breath. Alright, alright, i-it could make sense. The guy coulda been duped into thinking it really was helping them. Right? He met the guy a few times. Intimidating as hell, but his heart was in the right pla--

“He…” Eraser felt himself shake a little, and it felt like ice settled at the the pit of his stomach. Everything around him was starting to go hazy, as that sweet scent of cigar smoke was suddenly filling his senses. He jumped when he felt hands cover his. Looking up he could see Hizashi looking at him, green eyes filled with worry and a bit of panic. He opened his mouth and Hizashi cut him off.

“Don’t...y-you don’t have to talk about him, alright? Let’s get going, yeah? Head on back, maybe watch something?” The way Eraser acted...shit what did this guy know? Did he know? What was Kaiguchi Kanjirou’s connection?

Eraser nodded. He’d normally make some snappy remark but he just couldn't bring himself to do it this time. The only thing he knew he could be sure of, is how grateful he was that Hizashi was here…

With him.

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Non-despair Ishimondo and other ships fic-basically a fic of about accepting themselves beyond their Ultimate.

Chapter 1

Transitioning to Hope’s Peak from Kaiseidan High wasn’t as difficult had Ishimaru thought it would be. The atmosphere was different, more elite and pronounced, but it wasn’t overwhelming. It almost felt natural to be here.

At first he tried to get use to some of his classmates, though most seemed to just ignore him despite his best attempts to maintain his...as Sotaru-kun called it “Moral Compass” personality.

For a brief moment he was certain that he was going to maintain his...rather lonesome social standings at this new school as well-but that changed after about a month into the school year.

Mondo Oowada.

In all honesty Ishimaru was certain he and the Ultimate Bike Gang Leader were going to be at each other’s throats at all times. They were, afterall, at opposite ends of the spectrum. However, maybe through with dealing with people like Noitaka-kun, it seemed that they manage to form some sort of comradery between them.

No, not a comradery, that word didn’t hold the weight of the connection between them properly.

A brotherhood of sorts was formed.

A deep brotherly bond. He rarely had to worry about spending his free time alone. The biker’s presence a near constant thing. It lead him to form another friendship with his classmate Chihiro Fujisaki. The two favored to spend more quiet time while Mondo would attempt to slack off between classes; the latter would occasionally try to catch a quick nap.

He and Chihiro would take the time to talk about simple things and such. Ishimaru couldn’t understand a lot of the jargon the other would use when trying to explain their next pet project they were working on, but he enjoyed the conversation nevertheless.

He was also grateful that when the bell rang, he wasn’t alone in trying to wake the boker up from his sleep.

All further hesitations and doubts about attending such a prestigious school were almost instantly lifted knowing that his brother, his kyoudai would be there besides him.

Ishimaru found himself being able to speak again with the authority he once had; and even though there were times where he felt ineffective...the times where he wasn’t feeling as such greatly overshadowed them. Case in point would be what have just transpired moments ago.

It was a rare sight to see Togami Byakuya attend gym. The Ultimate Affluent Prodigy not seeing the reason for him to attend such a class he viewed as beneath him. It was almost as rare as seeing Fukawa and Celeste to partake in it as well.

It wasn’t as if the heir was out of shape, quite the contrary, Byakuya was nearly at the peak of physical prowess.

However…

No amount of physical aptitude could prepare anyone from taking a hit to the face by a dodgeball from the Ultimate Baseball Star. Leon yelled out some profanities along with apologies.

Ishimaru without hesitation helped the other boy up, ignoring the protest and verbal berating the other dished out. Bringing the other to the locker room where Ishimaru was able to not only find the first aid kit, but a small repair kit for glasses.

Luckily enough it seemed that Byakuya's glasses didn’t sustain any damage, just smudged lenses. A feat a bit shocking since the blow was hard enough to cause the other’s nose to bleed and split his lower lip.

Byakuya swiped the small cloth, claiming he was quite capable of handling this himself. Ishimaru was still unsure how to actually speak with the other, he always seem--no, he most definitely does just brush off whatever he says. He stood there a bit awkwardly before something caught his eye.

He probably wouldn’t have seen it if Byakuya didn’t shift on the bench to tend to his still slightly bleeding nose. But peaking out from the bottom of his gym shorts was a patch of bruising skin. At first Ishimaru thought that perhaps it was from the fall he took from getting hit.

But there was something more to it.

There was a little bit of drying blood...from what looked like small indentations from a pronged item. Almost like a for--

“Did you--”

“What?” The other snapped as he put his glasses back on.

“Your leg,” Ishimaru gestured to it.

“It’s nothing. Merely a distraction tactic,” Byakuya stated as he stood up, tossing dirtied cloth at Ishimaru's feet.

“A distraction tact--”

“Not everyone can be as open about certain sides of themselves,” Byakuya cut him off. “We can’t all be open as you and that punk are.”

“Open?” Ishimaru repeated. What was he going on about--oh wait! Didn’t he explain that there’s that unspoken war among all the other potential heirs? So did that mean that he felt guilty for wanting some sort of sibling relationship that he and Mondo had. “I don’t see what’s wrong with you wanting to have a brotherly bond like Mondo and I have! In fact it might be for the best for you! Having that bond can empower you in a way you never felt before!”

Byakuya stared at him. As if he was trying to process the outburst. Was he really that…?

The Affluent Prodigy scoffed out a dry laugh, which only had the other’s look of confusion grow. He almost felt pity for him...not really understanding what he meant. And perhaps a small amount to the Bike Gang Leader for showing interest in somebody so dense.

“It would be best for you to believe me when I say, that it is not as easy as you make it out to be,” he said to Ishimaru before turning on his heel to go back to class.

No...wanting something you know you cannot have. And knowing you can’t have it...sometimes a distraction no matter how brutal can be the only course of action.

“Hey, Togami?”

Dammit.

“You alright? It looked like Leon hit you pretty badly,” Makoto asked as he approached the other. “He feels really bad about it.”

“He should be fine,” another voice added. “Even with his strength, there wouldn’t be enough force to break his nose.”

And Byakuya internally cursed once again. Because of course, wherever Makato was, Kyouko was going to be close by. He reached up to push his glasses up, and put pressure along the still tender nose bridge in an attempt to distract.

Pain.

Pain was always the best course for his needed distraction.

“I’m fine. I do not need the likes of you to concern yourselves over me,” he huffed and pushed passed...despite the gentle warmth that settled in his stomach.

Dammit, this wasn’t enough this time.

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Post-Game 1&2 fic with the victims/perps trying to escape Hope Peak and get out into the world.–Ishimodo, SayaLeo, and slight Celeste/Hifumi (just to clear up, perps and victims form Game1 Only)

Prologue (WIP)

When she woke up…

She screamed.

She screamed and thrashed and kicked.

She was somewhere...somewhere small.

Cold…

Trapped.

She kicked harder and harder. Flashes of pain shot up her leg but she couldn’t be deterred.

She...she needed to get out.

She needed to…

To…

To apologize.

To apologize to them.

Her screaming gave way to crying and small sniffling.

She was sorry.

She was so so sorry.

She was sorry to Makoto...she was going to try and frame him.

She was sorry for Leon...even he tried to talk her down, she refused to listen. If she would have then maybe--

They was shouting above her.

Her eyes widened. She kicked harder and harder and soon she heard something crack…

And a tiny door creaked open.

She scrambled out of wherever it was...her foot hurt she definitely much have bruised it--

She couldn’t focus on that right now, the banging and yelling was growing more frantic. Looking to see--w-was this a morgue? It was cold...b-but shouldn’t it be colder?

Ah there was water everywhere…

A light was flickering on one of the doors, where the yelling was coming from. Pushing herself to her feet she rushed over-yeah foot is very much bruised--

Open, open! Why won’t it open!? Ah she couldn’t concentrate with the yelling.

She opened her mouth a few times but couldn’t get any words to come out. Not at first...then that little door was being kicked it, and the light flickered again. Maybe---maybe!

“LEON!”

And then the yelling stopped.

“Leon! Please listen, keep kicking at the door, there’s a keypad--”

“S-Sayaka?”

“Y-yes, i-it’s me…”

“Oh god...oh fuck! Say-Sayaka! I-I’m sorry! I-I’m so--”

“Later! Let's get you out of here first!” She heard a small sound, almost like a huff and the kicking proceeded. The door jostled and the light flickered. All the while she kept pressing buttons on the keypad.

Maybe they could break it? She remembered something like this happening to her on tour once. Well not this exactly….but still.

Then the light flickered faster and faster and then--

It went off…

And a click.

And the small door slowly opened.

She backed away just as the door was kicked open, and out scrambled a shaking and shivering Leon Kuwata.

Her heart was slowing down some. The adrenaline was rushing out…

And she cried.

Leon could feel himself shake as he tried to catch his breath. His lungs felt like they were burning and fuck his foot hurt. What happened? Didn’t he die? A thousand fucking baseballs to his body--

He whipped around when he heard the crying.

And there she was…

She was alive.

She was alive and crying and--

He fell back with a cough as she threw herself at him. She held onto him as she continued crying. Repeating ‘I’m sorry’ over and over again. The pain...and remorse...he found himself wrapping his arms around her as his own tears flowed.

Each ‘I’m sorry’ Sayaka said he echoed.

Neither of them could tell how long it was, but when they finally were able to calm down-eyes and throats hurting-they tried to get their breathing back under control. It was the only sound in that room for the time being.

Sayaka sniffled as she pushed herself up and rubbed at her eye, and Leon pushed himself up. He looked around...just what was this room? Why was everything so...freaking wet?

“I’m sorry…”

Leon looked over to her, and gently reached to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I think we shared enough of those for right now...I-I wanna talk about it more but...we--”

Sayaka took a shaky breath and nodded “W-we should really f-figure out where we are.”

“And how they hell we’re alive…” Leon said as he looked along the wall to see more

#ooc #erasermic #villain!eraserhead #yamada hizashi #maizawa #ishimondo #Repressed Bi Byakuya #byakuya togami #Byakuya/Makoto/Kyouko #leon kuwata #sayaka maizono #leosaya #SPOILERS #danganronpa #dangan ronpa spoilers #MASSIVE TEXT #Hope ya'll enjoy this text dump

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redphlox · 8 years ago

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lotus-eater: part 1

Summary: Maka should have known nothing good could come from making big life decisions on too little sleep. When she breaks her own promise and sings to Soul on his birthday, will this slip up bring them closer, or will her secret break their bond? modern siren au. Alsooo be ready for asexuality talk! c:

this was supposed to be a valentine’s day oneshot for @soundofez but now it turned into a multi-part thing that’s very late, as per usual, but it’s here now (and on ffn and ao3)! shoutout to @professor-maka , @the-brightest-fell , and @thefishywitchy for the support and eyes and patience :)

In the four am serenity, a solid blackness stares at them through the small window above the sink while a surreal yellow light surrounds them from above. It heightens everything, from the content exhaustion between them to the mess they've created. Spots of flour blanket the things Maka loves most - the smooth marble surfaces of the Evanses’ kitchen, her best friend’s fingers, the soft cotton of his shirt, and the curve of his eyebrow.

Even her lashes are coated with it. Flashes of white flutter in and out of her vision as she blinks and screws up her face at his request.

In response, Soul leans back to rest his elbows on the counter, the dollop of pink frosting she had painted over his dimple moving with his sheepish grin. “That’s my one wish. For you to sing me ‘happy birthday’.”

Instinct means Maka echoes him without thinking - leaning forward to stay close, hands splayed on either side of him for balance. They’re in sync, one never too far behind the other, but what numbs Maka’s mind right now is the view from here. Normally he towers over her, but at the moment he's perched on the bar stool, ethereal in her shadow as she hovers over him, and it's both intoxicating and humbling.

The sleep in his eyes is hypnotic.

“I don't sing,” she says.

“Please?”

Maka only resists his gravity enough to straighten and reach for the cake they baked and decorated together between fits of laughter and snark, finger leaving a dent along its side. She then safely returns to her place, one thigh wedged between his knees, wasting no time in smearing the icing across the tip of his nose.

“I can’t sing, Soul.”

He’s more still than a canvas as she brushstrokes pastel pink on both his cheeks and the spot between his brows, where the skin is rumpled with worry. “Why?”

Too many reasons exist for that, but mostly - mostly, because she wouldn’t be able to forgive herself. Instead of opening Pandora’s box, though, she settles for a neutral, “Well… I don’t have the best voice.”

“... I can't imagine there's something you're not good at,” is his innocent musing, blinking at her.

When she shakes her head, it feels like she’s letting him down. “I’m not perfect, Soul.”

There’s that roguish grin of his, making her heart do feverish somersaults. “Pfft. I never said you were. I meant - I don’t care what your singing sounds like. It’s you, and that’s what matters.”

Sometimes his sweetness is too much, like a mouthful of sugar that won't dissolve fast enough and stays clumped on her tongue, reminding her that too much of a good thing could lead to disaster. Soul’s tenderness is borderline bitter, fatal, threatening even, because an overdose of anything has the potential to be lethal.

And maybe that’s what she deserves, too, a little risk to her health, but she settles with accepting just the right amount of Soul’s love: enough to never let her forget she’s a fraud who’s decided to bask in his softness until both time and the truth are out.

So far, he’s clueless, thank goodness. If he knew why she can't sing, nothing would be the same, so she hasn’t told him, and won’t -

Hell is the ‘what if’s’ not allowing her to rest. What if she could be promised that nothing would change if she sang to him? Sometimes she thinks she’s weak to temptation, just like her papa, and the unwelcome comparison shakes some sanity back into her, fast.

To distract herself from the lump clotting up her throat (is that his sweetness again, a double edged sword?) she dabs the rest of the frosting on his cheeks, self-conscious under his searching gaze. He’s her childhood best friend, her number one supporter, her strength - his undying devotion to her is his choice alone, and she can’t bear changing that.

Back and forth, back and forth. Should she sing, should she not?

What if?

Maka hates that she’s the one responsible for the trouble spelled out on his face as he makes a lazy fist and presses it against her cheek, barely rubbing his knuckles into her skin to bring her back to reality. “You still there? Are you seeing ghosts or something?”

“Just you.” She nods, failing to offer a convincing smile. “I’m just looking at you, not thinking or anything.”

Soul frets over her with such selfless love it makes her feel faint. She's probably taken a chunk of precious years off his life over the span of their friendship, is probably hammering another nail in his coffin as he fries his brain trying to diagnose her sudden distance. “You don't look okay, though...”

Shrugging, Maka presses a finger against his lips to shush him. “Just tired, is all...”

Maybe it's the sleep deprivation, but she finds herself believing they're the last souls left on this earth - just herself, her best friend, and static humming louder the longer they stare at each other. That is her ideal world, one she's fantasized about far too many times when life isn’t going the way she pictured it. Given the impossible, energy-draining, possibly out-ing situation, it’s natural that she tricks herself into believing in it right now, but even that feels wrong.

It all comes down to being perpetually distressed. She's just so bone-deep tired she can barely think of anything but leading him away by the wrist to seek refuge under his comforter before the morning light breaks through the black curtains he always keeps shut in his room. Safety means being between his sheets, and right now she needs to be quarantined there. A healthy bout of platonic spooning would be beneficial too, and if she’s a bad person for knowing that Soul’s a sucker for cuddling and thus won't reject her, then she’ll proudly wear that label.

She tugs on his arm with desperate haste, taking a step toward the stairwell. “It’s bed time for us, anyway--”

“Wait, wait - what about my birthday? And my song?” The genuine disappointment in his voice stalls her mid-stride. “And my cake?”

She frowns, feeling her resolve dissipate. “It’s late.”

He’s always been better than her at pouting. His is frustratingly adorable and leagues above hers in the persuading category. “But my birthday wish…”

Of course he knows this is her signature move when things get heavy and muddled and she doesn’t want to deal with the headache of sorting it out - to run away, to stop thinking for even the briefest of moments. Sleep is her escape, and while Soul has never turned down an invitation to drift off together, whether it be in the middle of the day or hours after an appropriate bedtime, he’s never let her get away with hiding from herself, either.

Ironically, she’s in the habit of dreaming to both get closer to him and forget about the one thing she can't reveal, and all she can do is hope he won’t edge too close to her secret. He’s smart, though, so he’s prying a little, expecting to hit something that will make her wall crumble. It’s just like him to be attentive and curious and watchful. Brand him too intuitive, like he knows there’s something she’s keeping from him without fully realizing it himself.

Either way, she feels an argument budding between them as resentment rushes through her like a storm - all of it aimed toward her legacy and lineage, but it comes out directed at Soul anyway. What hurts the most is she can’t give him what he wants despite all the tantalizing ‘what if’s’: a birthday song.

Saying it aloud feels like torture though, despite her voice being firm as she proclaims it, looking at him straight in the face: “I’m not singing okay? I suck at it. I’m not a karaoke machine so you can take your pity party somewhere else. I’m tired and I want to sleep, and I want you to sleep with me, okay? That’s your gift for now. Take it or leave it.”

“Okay.”

She opens her mouth - I just don’t want to sing ok? Can you stop attacking me about it? - and something like a squawk comes out when her brain finally processes his words. “What did you just say?”

His response is laughter. Maka stares at him and he just guffaws, sharp teeth and boyish grin almost unreal in this weird lighting, the lateness making her senses perceive things funny. Often she thinks he’s more mythical than she is, what with his eyes the same shade as passion and his hair so white it blinds when they’re out on the town, the sunshine beating down on their heads.

Screw him and his voice, which is something mesmerizing, too. Even the shortest and most unexpected of his replies manage to hook her. “I said ‘okay.’”

Now it’s her turn to drill him. “That’s it? No smartass reply? No complaining?”

“Nahhh... I mean, you’ve never sung me happy birthday before, and we do sleep together all the time, but I don’t like change.”

“I… don’t like it, either.” A little voice in her head mutters that change could be good, though - it could lead to another kind of closeness, a more romantic one. This moment could make one of her ‘what ifs’ real.

It’s a dangerous insinuation, and it lights a spark, a bad one.

Soul pokes her on the forehead with his free hand in a way that lets her know he’s trying to diffuse the situation. “Unless you want to argue? Because I’m always down for a screaming match. I throw my best burns at fuck o’clock, the odds are in my favor.”

No witty reply comes out of her because she’s too busy gathering her courage. It’s when his arm is no longer a taut rope in her hands, resisting to be pulled away, that she realizes how much influence she already has on him. He’s loose, limber, malleable. They’re used to playing follow the leader, and he’s looking to her for guidance even though they’re in his house and it’s his birthday and today’s supposed to be about him and she should be along for the ride, not the other way around.

Maka knows he’s not keeping track, that there’s no deep-seated resentment toward her, but she can’t help but feel like the worst best friend for not singing a silly song to him. And her winning, can-do attitude can’t have that hanging over her pride. Neither can her feelings for Soul, even though that goes both ways.

It’s just - complicated. The ‘what if’s’ are too good to pass up. They spread like a deliberate wildfire, consuming what’s left of the promise she had made to herself years ago.

“C’mon, Grumpy,” he says, throwing an arm around her shoulders and gently pushing her - to his room probably, already having accepted that she won’t even hum a childish, harmless tune to commemorate that he’s lived another year.

She could scream at herself. But instead, Maka tries to gulp down a knot that won’t budge, and digs her heels into the pristine floorboards. She knows what she’s going to say before the idea has time to fully unfold in her head. Maybe she’s known her whole life this moment would come, and she’s been preparing for it since kindergarten when she got her first detention because she blew a resentful raspberry at her music teacher, who just didn't understand that no means no when it came to singing.

Funny that their roles reverse so quickly, with Maka the one unwilling to budge this time. “Wait, wait. I’ll do it.”

He looks at her, half-listening. “Huh?”

“You’re right. Who needs sleep? We’ll light your candles and I’ll sing you your birthday song right now!”

Mildly curious brows hike up and disappear beneath messy bangs. He’s in dire need of a haircut, not a sugar rush, not a song that could change him, them. “And we’ll eat the cake, too?”

This time, the smile playing on her lips is real despite the hammering in her chest. “Of course.”

Things move in slow motion after that. Soul doesn’t bother wiping the frosting off his face because he’s beside himself as Maka takes her time sticking the candles on the red velvet cake, his face brightening the room with another type of light that can’t be seen, only felt. Maka blames the dizziness overtaking her, making her feel like she’s been awake for thousands of years, bottling up her feelings for him even longer.

If Soul notices that her hands tremble as she lights the candles, he doesn’t say anything. He watches closely, though, diligently enough to make her wonder if the heat on her skin is from the flame for his stare.

Now her pulse is in her throat as she tries to blink the drowsiness away. “Ready?”

“Wait - let me come up with a wish.”

Too late to back out now, she tells herself instead of admitting she hopes his singing makes him happy, not even hearing a faraway ticking of a clock. The Evanses should have one on the wall behind her, but she’s paralyzed by giddy fear and can’t turn her head to investigate - maybe its battery ran out?

She’s not thinking right, and it all boils down to the fact that sleeplessness is dangerous. Insomnia tends to reduce her into a sap - a teary-eyed, rambly, feelsy mess with no self control or sense of shame or boundaries, though it's not like the lines are clear anymore, what with the two of them practically sutured at the hip.

They’re best friends, after all. It’s no secret that she’s practically moved into his bedroom and has claimed a side of his bed, keeping a book on his nightstand. She feels the safest with Soul, awake or not - it must be something about his soul’s wavelength pounding distantly near hers. He's like her guardian angel, always providing a shoulder to cry on or working her last nerve, drawing out extreme emotion from her, which is lifesaving in itself.

As usual, Soul seems to be the only one in the room thinking right, never breaking eye contact as he decides he’s ready.

Sacrifices. Maka must make sacrifices to grow their friendship. All those stigmas about sirens aren’t true, even if she’s a fourth of one thanks to her papa. Soul Eaters with no moral code, taking what’s not theirs and keeping it; Body Snatchers who enjoy flesh excessively, who dirty anyone they touch. None of it’s real.

It’s just singing. Harmless, innocent, an act of love. Sirens love saving souls, as papa constantly reminds her - not eating, not snatching, not collecting. Saving.

Soul clears his throat. “You don’t have to, you know.”

Her vision is blurring, and she’s not sure why. “What?”

“Singing.” He motions at the cake and shrugs. “You don’t have to. I was just being an ass. I’ll still make my birthday wish before we go to bed, though.”

“No - no, I want to!”

Does she, though? Maka has seen what it’s done to mama, and she’s facepalmed enough at her papa’s scandals to know that the consequences of singing could be negative, but there’s that one sliver of a chance this could turn out positive, right?

What if!

Maka can’t tell if she’s being a hopeless romantic, an overzealous optimist, or a fool. “I want to… it’s your birthday.”

“I only want what you want,” is all he says, and it hits the soft spot she has for him so accurately it hurts, because that’s all she wants, too. That’s why they work so well: because there aren’t any conditions or hesitations or reservations about their love for one another, because they’re both committed to making their relationship last.

Except, today feels... off.

It's his birthday, he's been trying to convince her to take a daytrip away from their eclectic city by the sea, she's been resisting his excited and tantalizing points by shuffling their attention to swimming and feasting at all his favorite buffets, and something’s bound to break in this quiet reality-altering late hour. Aside from their playful arguing, it's been a perfect day, and not just because she thinks her planning is top quality - it's evident in the way he's been grinning all day, unreserved and honest.

She even dares to think she’s brightened up his mood a little bit, because melancholy tends to worm its way into him around this time of year.

So why is she tearing up?

Happy birthday to you… happy birthday to you…. Happy birthday dear Soul…

Yeah, she’s definitely crying now, but she doesn’t rush through, doesn’t skip out on repeating it one more time, maybe twice on accident since she’s so out of it. By the end, her hands have found their way to her face, covering up her tears, hiding her, but she begs herself to be brave and peeks out between her fingers at him.

“Fuck,” he says under his breath, not blinking, not moving. Maka has never seen him this focused, entranced even, his pupils wide, consuming the color of his irises until they’re a barely-there rim. They have her thinking when you stare into the abyss the abyss stares back and it’s nothing reassuring at all. “Wow, Maka. Fuck.”

The aftermath is everything her nightmares had promised, the energy between them shifting with a sigh into something unreadable and different, with no indication if it’s for the better or the worse. Her insides are a muted fireworks show: rattling and exploding with emotion color coded in angry reds and ominous blues and revolting greens, the yellows making her blood pool in her feet, the white numbing her.

It’s all in her head, obviously, because there’s nothing but darkness outside and weird lightning where they’re standing, but the way he’s looking at her - sure, she’s caught glimpses of him staring at her that way before, and she’s never known what to make of them, but now he’s not bothering to mask any of it.

She’s sobered up a little bit, too, meeting his eyes. This was a mistake - she can already tell by the way the current between them changes.

It only makes sense. All that otherwordly, feel-good vibe between them only existed during the day, when the light bathed everything in a layer of hope and her heart felt full as Soul slipped his fingers through hers every time they navigated the boardwalk. Now the heaviness of the late hour hits her and it's obvious she shouldn’t have granted his birthday wish - and now she can’t face what she’s done. Nor can she look at him to offer an apologetic wince, because suddenly anything but the deep red of his eyes is interesting.

“Maka?”

Heartbreak is smeared all over her face, and she can't look at him. “I’m okay, I’m okay,” she sniffles, ignoring his napkin offering and wiping her own tears away, laughing shakily. “Go ahead, make your wish!”

The flickering candlelight throws his eyes into deep shadows as he squints, and he only pauses one, two, three, four seconds before leaning over and pursing his lips, blowing them all out successfully.

Maybe Maka should have made a wish instead.

Nothing’s wrong at first. Soul gifts her one of those rare open grins, dimple and all, and he protests and makes her stand on her tip-toes to clean his face of the frosting she painted on him. He doesn’t try to kiss her like she’s seen some people react to a siren’s singing, doesn’t fall into a heap at her feet, begging her to let him rub her shoulders or do her errands. He doesn’t even get that look on his face again.

Good.

Well - she’d like some of that, but not because she sang. It’s unclear if there’s even been any effect until they’re upstairs and Soul insists that he doesn’t mind clearing out one of his drawers to make room for her clothes, since she stays here so much. Maka only gives him a sidelong look before spitting out her mouthwash.

And then, it’s confirmed: she’s messed up their friendship.

“Hey,” he says in the dark once they’re settled in his bed, arms around each other’s shoulders. “Didn’t mean to pressure you about the singing. I’m sorry.”

“No, no, it’s fine!” God help her. She can’t be honest with him and it’s bound to splinter them apart, deliberately and slowly. “... I’m... self-conscious about my singing.”

“You didn’t sound like a dying banshee clawing at a chalkboard or anything.”

Fingers in his hair, she gives his locks a light hearted tug. “That’s awfully descriptive. Have you been thinking a lot about this?”

She’s met with charged silence. Oh. All of the air in the room seems to dissolve, the darkness lapping at his windows more menacing than soothing. If they were the last two souls left on Earth it wouldn’t matter that she’s a Soul Eater - hell, she wouldn’t be ready to sacrifice anything and everything to be a Lotus Eater instead, carefree and effervescent.

“Hey Maka?”

“Hmmm?”

“Thanks for the birthday song… it means a lot. I love you, you know that, right?”

Her blood runs cold. This isn’t her Soul - he’d never go all mushy on her like this without following it up with a well-intended tease or cheeky remark about the width of her ankles. He sounds so vulnerable, so honest, so available; this wasn’t how she wanted it to happen. Maka opens her eyes wide, wide, wide but can’t see anything but the dark outline of his figure next to hers.

Between wondering if she’ll ever stop being afraid of the dark, and feeling like she’s lost him in the process of keeping him, she closes her eyes and prays she falls asleep before it gets worse.

“I know. I love you too, Soul...”

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French in 300 Words

This is inspired by this post by funwithlanguages because it’s such a great concept and I thought it would be helpful to make it in French. Also if there are any mistakes or anything you’d like to add please help me because I am still just learning!

First Verbs

to be - être

there is - il y a

to have - avoir

to make / do - faire

to go - aller

to want - vouloir

to be able to / can - pouvoir

to need - avoir besoin

to think - penser

to know - savoir (a fact or how to do something) or connaître (a person, place, or thing)

to say - dire

to like - aimer

to speak - parler

to learn - apprendre

to understand - comprendre

Conjunctions

that (as in “I think that...”) - que

and - et

or - ou

but - mais

because - parce que

though - bien que

so (meaning “therefore”; e.g. “I wanted it, so I bought it”) - donc

if - si

Prepositions

of - de

to - à

from - de

in - dans / en (Here is a link to help understand how to use them)

at - à

with - avec

about - sur

like - comme

before - avant

after - après

during - durant

Question Words

who - qui

what - que

where - où

when - quand

why - pourquoi

how - comment

how much - combien

which - quel(le/s/les)

Adverbs

a lot - beaucoup

a little - un peu

well - bien

badly - mal

only - seulement

also - aussi

very - très

too ( as in “too tall”) - trop

so (as in “so tall”) - si / tellement (Here is a link to help understand how to use them)

so much - si / tellement / tant (Here is a link to help understand how to use them)

more - plus

less - moins

as...as - aussi... que...

best - mieux

worst - pire

now - maintenant

then - alors

here - ici

there - y / là (Here is a link to help understand how to use them)

maybe - peut-être

always - toujours

usually - d’habitude / normalment / habituellement

often - souvent

sometimes - parfois / quelquefois

never - jamais

today - aujourd’hui

yesterday - hier

tomorrow - demain

soon - bientôt

almost - presque

already - déjà

still - encore / toujours (Here is a link to help understand how to use them)

enough - assez

Adjectives

Since French has grammatical gender, adjectives must agree with the nouns they describe. Most adjectives are made feminine by just adding the letter “e” and most are also made plural by adding the letter “s”.

the - le (m.s.), la (f.s.), l’ (singular; used when the next word starts with a vowel or the letter h), or les (p.)

a / an - un (m.) or une (f.)

this & that - ce (m.), cet (m.; used when the next word starts with a vowel or the letter h), or cette (f.)

good - bon(ne/s/nes)

bad - mauvais(e/es)

all - tout (m.s.), toute (f.s.), tous (m.p.), or toutes (f.p.)

no - zéro

many - beaucoup de

few - quelques

other - autre

same - même

different - différent(e/s/es)

enough - assez

one - un(e)

two - deux

first - premier (m.), première (f.)

second (in an order) - deuxième

second (like “another”; e.g. “she was like my second mother) - second(e)

last - dernier (m.), dernière (f.)

easy - facile

hard - difficile

early - tôt

late - en retard

important - important(e/s/es)

interesting - intéressant(e/s/es)

fun (about an activity) - amusant(e/s/es)

fun (about a person) - drôle(s) or marrant(e/s/es)

boring - ennuyeux (m.), ennuyeuse (s) (f.)

beautiful - beau (m.s.), bel (m.s.; used when the next word starts with a vowel or an h), belle (f.s.), beaux (m.p.), belles (f.p.)

big - gros(se/ses) or grand(e/s/es) (Here is a link to help understand how to use them)

small - petit(e/s/es)

happy - heureux (m.), heureuse(s) (f.)

sad - triste(s)

busy - occupé(e/s/es)

excited - enthousiamé(e/s/es)

tired - fatigué(e/s/es)

ready - prêt(e/s/es)

favorite - préféré(e/s/es) (more common) or favori(te/s/tes)

new - nouveau (m.s.), nouvel (m.s.; used when the next word begins with a vowel or an h), nouvelle (f.s.), nouveaux (m.p.), nouvelles (f.p.)

right (meaning “correct”) - bon(ne/s/nes)

to be right - avoir rasion

wrong - mauvais(e/s/es)

to be wrong - avoir tort

true - vrai(e/s/es)

Pronouns

I - je

you (singular and informal) - tu

he - il

she - elle

one / we - on

we - nous

you (formal or plural) - vous

they - ils (when all male or mixed), elles (when all female)

Nouns

Since French has grammatical gender, it is easier to learn nouns as “the [noun]” with “the” in the correct gender. This will help you remember the gender of each noun.

everything - tout

something - quelque chose

nothing - rien

everyone - tout le monde

someone - quelqu’un

no one - personne (when used in the negative. Here is a link to help understand how to use it.)

French - le français

English - l’anglais (m.)

thing - chose

person - la personne

place (meaning a location) - l’endroit (m.) or le lieu (Here is a link to help understand how to use them)

time (as in “a long time”) - le temps

time (as in “I did it 3 times”) - la fois

friend - l’ami(e)

woman - la femme

man - l’homme (m.)

money - l’argent (m.)

country - le pays

(name of your home country; the United States) - les États-Unis

city - la ville

language - la langue

word - le mot

food - la nourriture or l’aliment (m.) (Here is a link to help understand how to use them)

house - la maison

store - le magasin

office - le bureau

company - l’entreprise (f.)

job - le travail

work (as in “I have a lot of work to do”) - le travail

problem - le problème

question - le question

idea - l’idée (f.)

life - la vie

world - le monde

day - le jour

year - l’an (m.), l’année (f.) (Here is a link to help understand difference and use)

week - la semaine

month - le mois

hour - l’heure (f.)

mother, father, parent - la mère, le père, le parent

daughter, son, child - la fille, le fils, l’enfant (either gender)

sister, brother - la sœur, le frère

wife, husband - la femme, le mari

girlfriend, boyfriend - la copine, le copain

More Verbs

to work (as in a person working) - travailler

to work (meaning “to function”, e.g. “the TV works”) - marcher

to see - voir

to use - utiliser

to believe - croire

to practice - pratiquer

to seem - sembler

to come - venir

to leave - partir

to return (aka “to go back”) - retourner

to give - donner

to take - prendre

to bring - apporter

to look for - chercher

to find - trouver

to get (meaning “to obtain”) - obtenir

to receive - recevoir

to buy - acheter

to try - essayer

to start - commencer

to stop (doing something) - arrêter

to finish - finir

to continue - continuer

to wake up - se réveiller

to get up - se lever

to eat - manger

to eat breakfast - prendre le petit-déjeuner

to eat lunch - déjeuner

to eat dinner - dîner

to happen - arriver

to feel - se sentir

to create (aka “make”) - faire

to cause - causer

to meet (meeting someone for the first time) - faire la connaissance de

to meet (meaning “to bump into”) - rencontrer

to meet (an arranged meeting) - retrouver

to ask (a question) - demander (use the phrase “poser des questions” to say “to ask questions”)

to ask (aka “request”) - demander

to wonder (meaning “to be amazed”) - s’émerveiller

to wonder (meaning “to reflect”) - réfléchir

to wonder (meaning “to ask oneself”) - se demander

to reply - répondre

to mean - vouloir dire

to read - lire

to write - écrire

to listen - écouter

to hear - entendre

to remember - se souvenir or se rappeler (Here is a link to help understand difference and use)

to forget - oublier

to choose - choisir

to decide - décider

to be born - naître

to die - mourir

to kill - tuer

to live - vivre or habiter (meaning to live on a street or in a house, etc)

to stay - rester

to change - changer

to help - aider

to send - envoyer

to study - étudier

to improve - améliorer

to hope - espérer

to care (meaning to worry) - s’inquiéter

Phrases

hello - bonjour

goodbye - au revoir

thank you - merci

you’re welcome - de rien

excuse me (to get someone’s attention) - s’il vous plaît or excusez-moi (either could also be followed by monsieur or madame)

sorry - Je suis désolé(e)

it’s fine (response to an apology) - Ce n’est pas grave.

please - s’il vous plaît (formal or plural), s’il te plaît (informal and singular)

yes - oui

no - non

okay - okay

My name is - Je m’appelle

What’s your name? - Comment tu t’appelles?

Nice to meet you. - enchanté (if you’re male you’d say this) or enchantée (if you’re female you’d say this)

How are you? - Comment ça va?

I’m doing well, how about you? - ça va bien, et toi? (change toi to vous to be more formal)

Sorry? / What? (if you didn’t hear something) - quoi? (very informal), comment?, or Je n’ai pas entendu. Vous pouvez répéter s’il vous plaît (most polite)

How do you say _____? - Comment dit-on ____?

What does _____ mean? - Qu’est-ce que le mot ____ veut dire?

I don’t understand. - Je ne comprends pas.

Could you repeat that? - Vous pouvez répéter s’il vous plaît? (formal) or Tu peux répéter s’il te plaît? (informal)

Could you speak more slowly, please? - Pourriez-vous parler plus lentement, s’il vous plaît?

Well (as in “well, I think...”) - donc

Really? - Vraiment?

I guess that - Je suppose que

It’s hot. (talking about the weather) - Il fait chaud.

It’s cold. (talking about the weather) - Il fait froid.

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