#I definitely fucked his story up straightaway on the first run

[he1chouarts]

My second playthrough is great, I’m finally reliving those early experiences and paying closer attention. I’m obsessed with Rolan lmfao

[beckydoesthings]

various fics of hxl that i adore reading! this list is quite lengthy, but feel free to message me if you have any questions!

*will continue to be updated. also, if i mistagged you, i apologize, i do not know how to tumblr*

Love Is a Rebellious Bird

E | 134k | @100percentsassy and gloria_andrews

AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who "has made Mozart cool again" according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.

Don't hum Bolero.

i think this tickled every bone of my musical self and also made me cry (are you seeing a theme here??) one of the first fics i fell in love with and one i keep coming back to.

Collision

E | 226k | @tequiladimples

Mythology/Fairytale!AU in which Louis is a dainty fairy with a temper who wants to be intimidating and Harry hurts people. Naturally, they hate each other.

(Featuring Liam, the big and not-so-bad wolf who’s got a thing for humans, Zayn, a human with supernaturally good looks, and Niall, the cupid who just wants his job to be easier.)

the world building in this one is insanity - so much good mythology mixed in and it made me screech with joy. i think i can firmly say that i did not expect where the plot went, but that made the story so much better.

Flour and Chocolate

M | 145k | @danosphere91

It was nice, for a bakery he supposed.

Then he approached the display cabinet.

And the foreboding slammed into him. Because every product had letters next to it. Letters. GF, DF, V, O, VGN.

What. The. Fuck?

Lifting his eyes to the chalkboard menu spread across the back wall Louis felt physically ill. ‘Gluten-free’, ‘organic’, ‘vegan’, ‘paleo’, ‘dair-…’ Wait, what the fuck was a paleo? He had entered some hipster-trash establishment and it was more than time to get out.

OR

Louis is a single dad and Harry works at the newly opened bakery down the street.

the miscommunication in this fic is SO REAL and makes for a good read. the rest of the flour and chocolate series is also fantastic. i thoroughly enjoyed both the ziam and ed/niall arcs that bring the whole story together.

run away home

E | 106k | @hattalove

Louis stands, in the middle of a clearing with his hands in his pockets, and stares. This boy—God, this gorgeous, gorgeous boy. He seems so clumsy, confused at the best of times, but there’s a wisdom about him as he speaks, a maturity that belies his age.

Louis is hopelessly, wildly attracted to him.

or, louis is a successful jockey down on his luck, struggling to get his life back on track after an injury. harry has a horse, a house fit for a prince, and a broken heart.

it takes them a while to figure out that they need each other.

this makes my inner horse girl extraordinarily happy - even if i don’t know anything about horse racing. louis’ story in this is beautiful and makes the whole piece worth a read.

waiting for the tides to meet

E | 60k | @nauticalleeds

Louis lets out a deep breath, thinking about Harry’s soulmate. Thinking about how Harry’s soulmate is probably as beautiful as Harry, some person that Louis cannot compare to, and how the universe has chosen them to be Harry’s. Fuck the universe. “Fuck you,” he calls out to the universe. He’s aware of how crazy he sounds.

Maybe he is crazy, with how he’s falling for Harry. And fuck that, too.

Soulmate AU. Everyone is born with heterochromia — one eye is their own eye colour, while the other is the colour of their soulmate's. It's only when they meet their soulmate for the first time that their own eyes match properly. After a hazy night at a frat party, Louis wakes up to blue eyes and the shocking realization that he had met his soulmate, without any sober recollection. Seven years pass where Louis comes to terms with the fact that he'll never know who his soulmate is. Then one fated summer, a beautiful green-eyed photographer arrives at Louis' workplace, with promises of endless laughter and a familiar feeling in Louis' heart.

Featuring a lovely cup of OT5, a road trip down the coast, and a scene where Harry eats a whole head of lettuce. Don't ask why.

gorgeous soulmate AU that gives me summer cruising vibes. worth the read for the lettuce scene alone (i kid, i kid)

Do Not Go Gentle

E | 70k | @afirethatcannotdie

“This is all a game to you, isn’t it? Well, it’s not for me. This is a real life or death situation,” Louis says, spitting the words at him. “And I just don’t think you’re cut out for it.”

For a moment, they stare at each other in complete silence. Harry can feel his blood thrumming between his ears, can see Louis glaring at him, feels red-hot anger. And then all he feels, oppressively and desperately, is lust.

Suddenly Louis is surging up to him to press his lips against Harry’s. Harry walks the two of them backwards, pressing Louis back against the door. Louis oomphs in surprise and brings his hands under Harry’s scrub top, scratching at his lower back.

“Lock — oh — lock the… fucking door,” Louis mutters.

When Harry Styles starts his first day as a surgical intern, he expects a lot of things: to treat patients, to observe a surgery, to feel a bit overwhelmed. What he definitely doesn't expect, however, is that the handsome guy he kicked out of his bed this morning is also an intern.

A Grey’s Anatomy AU where tensions are high, Harry and Louis are hooking up in secret, and no one has time for love. Or do they?

okay i’ve watched maybe 3 episodes of Gray’s Anatomy, but i feel like this encompasses the vibe of the show: medical stuff with a hefty dose of angst and sexual tension

Falling For Me Won’t Be A Mistake

M | 58k | @all-these-larrythings

Harry is married to his job and so overworked that he doesn't know how to stop. All it takes is a forced Hawaiian get-a-away, the warm tropical breeze of the island, and the most beautiful, elusive man he's ever seen to make him remember what living is like outside of work. Well, that, and the little souvenir he accidentally takes home with him.

one of my favorite mpreg fics so if that’s not your cup of tea, then don’t read it. i love surgeon harry with a vengeance, but honestly Gems and Niall are iconic in this one.

Watching the World Fall

E | 11k | @crazyupsetter why won’t it let me tag :(

This segment has been going on long enough that Louis knows what’s coming before James starts in on it, trying to sell him on something he knows that Louis wouldn’t normally be buying. But there’s four cameras surrounding him, and an audience watching him expectantly, so if Louis wants to continue convincing people that he’s doing just fine, he’s going to have to go along with it.

“We have a whole host of single men backstage waiting to meet you, Louis,” James tells him. “We want to help you find love tonight, on Late Late Live Tinder. Is this okay? Do you want to play?”

It actually kind of makes sense that his first date after the break-up is going to be just as public as said break-up. Something like coming full circle.

“Alright, James,” Louis agrees, hopping down off his stool.

“Okay, come down to the stage,” James says. Louis can’t even tell whether the excitement in his voice is genuine or not. “Right now, come on down!”

i have a soft spot the size of Antarctica for Late Late AU fics (we stan James Corden) and for exes to lovers so this checks all the boxes.

autumn leaves

E | 27k | @suspendrs

“Brave?” Harry frowns, caught off guard. “No, not particularly.”

“You seem brave,” Louis decides, pushing off the wall and stepping on the butt of his cigarette. “You are strong, and you are not mean. That’s good,” he assures, touching Harry’s arm gently.

“Thank you, but that’s not true,” Harry smiles ruefully. “I’m really not anything special.”

Or, Harry is an American soldier in France during World War II, and Louis is a French waiter that doesn't mean to fall in love with him.

love love french AUs and while this one isn’t sunshine and rainbows, it’s a beautiful yet heart wrenching piece. warning for period typical homophobia

caught up in your love affair

NR | 8k | @disgruntledkittenface

“And the corgis took to you straightaway,” Harry remarks.

“That’s true,” Louis chuckles.

 “I’ve spent the last 29 years being barked at,” Harry deadpans, jerking his hand toward Louis, “this one walks in, absolutely nothing.”

Louis outright giggles at that, saying, “They were just lying on my feet during tea.”

“Wagging tails,” Harry says, shaking his head.

“It’s because they don’t understand flirting,” Louis tells him, “you can’t charm them the way you do everyone else.”

Royal AU. Prince Harry announces his engagement to Louis Tomlinson in an interview with longtime friend and BBC host Nick Grimshaw. Inspired by Prince Harry and Meghan Markle.

just. 8k of royal fluff. that’s literally it and i adore it so much.

Apples Always Fall (As I Do For You)

M | 54k | @rainbowsandgucci

”Due to unforeseen circumstances, help is needed here at the orchard for the impending apple season. Looking for someone able to start within the next week or two at the most, is willing to do whatever miscellaneous tasks are needed, such as picking & packing apples, running the cash register, and other handywork that may need to be done. Must be good with customers, and able to lift up to 50lbs. Help will be needed until at the least the end of October. Please contact the number found on this page, or come out to the orchard and ask for Harry. All the love xx” --- Louis is staying at his Aunt's farm in a small town in Minnesota for four months. To deal with the boredom that sets in a week into his stay, he starts working at the local apple orchard, owned by twenty six year old Harry Styles. Louis quickly finds himself falling in love with the orchard, and he finds a family in Harry's friends Niall, Liam, and Zayn. He also starts to fall in love with Harry. Falling in love with him turns out to be the easy part.

i never thought i would enjoy an apple orchard fic?? but it’s so good?? farmer harry makes me laugh to think about, but the heartbreak in this fic is so. real.

Mine Would Be You

E | 114k | @crinkle-eyed-boo

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?

exes to lovers drama but make it extra sad. the fact that we see so many facets to this story just makes it all the more painful, yet beautiful. this fic also reminds me of how much i love one mister niall horan.

One for Luck

E | 96k | @leavingonatrain

The very first time Louis remembers hearing Harry Styles' deep, deep voice, he's just won gold at the World Equestrian Games and he's officially back on Great Britain's Olympic team. He's also three sheets to the wind, drunk on victory and champagne, and there's a gorgeous boy whispering in his ear. Life's grand.

(AU: Louis and Harry are professional riders on the British Olympic team.)

again, i know nothing about horses, but i like to pretend i do for the sake of this fic. it’s beautiful, it’s smutty what else could you ask for?

Nothing But You On My Mind

E | 83k | @absoloutenonsense

Louis Tomlinson is a PR manager hired to improve the image of royal bad-boy Prince Harry Styles. Unfortunately for him, that means being faced with the Prince's constant innuendos, incessant dirty jokes, and relentless flirting. Louis just wants to make it to Princess Gemma's coronation; once she's crowned Queen, his contract is up and he never has to see the Prince again.

i absolutely. definitely. sobbed tears at this fic. it’s just so beautifully painful to read. don’t want to spoil anything, but this is a must.

Adore You

M | 67k | @isthatyoularry

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

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

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

i strongly relate to harry in this one! one of my favorite historical AUs and honestly i love the thought of louis in well fitting suits.

leave it to the breeze

E | 81k | @hattalove

Louis couldn’t be prouder of his bake, but there’s something—there’s something. Something about Harry Styles and the earnest way he measures, pours, mixes, scrapes. Something about the tip of his tongue poking out of his mouth as he knocks the air out of his batter.

or a great british bake off au in which louis cares about winning and winning only, harry is made of sunshine and rainbow sprinkles, and niall sticks his nose into other people's business. also featuring liam as louis's best friend-slash-concerned mother, and zayn as a macaron connoisseur.

i. love. the. great british baking show. baking + h&l is amazing. and another reminder as to why niall is the absolute best.

Paint The Sky With Stars

M | 62k | @icanhazzalou grrr let me tag

On 10 April 1912, Harry Styles boards the finest ship the world has ever seen. Still grieving the death of their mother, he and his sister are being sent to America to live with a callous uncle who cares more about his business connections than family. Harry prepares himself for a long, disappointing voyage alone in his stateroom.

Louis Tomlinson has borrowed and saved, and finally has enough to purchase a Third Class ticket to America. With all of his belongings in a single ruck sack, he boards the Titanic filled with hope for a brighter future. Never one to sit still, he can’t resist exploring the massive ship, and soon goes sneaking into First Class in a stolen steward’s uniform.

By a twist of fate, Louis finds himself in Harry’s stateroom, entranced by the most attractive man he’s ever laid eyes on. He keeps returning day after day, even if he doesn’t understand what it is about Harry that continues pulling him in. That’s all right; Louis has a week to figure it out, and Harry is plenty willing to help.

Except they don’t have a week. They have four days. Because on 15 April, their entire world will be turned upside down.

Or, the historically accurate Titanic AU with a happy ending.

gorgeous historical fic that’s so accurate and painstakingly written. i keep coming back to it!

When It’s Late At Night

M | 25k | @all-these-larrythings

Louis has zero interest in an ex-boybander turned solo artist when his appearance on the show gets announced, but that's exactly who he gets stuck with when Harry Styles shows up at the Late Late show to promote the release of his debut album. For an entire fucking week.

Or

The Late Late prompt that we all need to get through this excruciatingly hard time.

remember when i said i love Late Late AUs? yeah. i love that louis gives absolutely zero shits in this fic until he gives all the shits.

Chasing Empty Spaces

E | 79k | @domestic-harry

The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the “perfect” girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn’t realized he didn’t actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson.

gorgeous historical AU that goes through Harry’s struggle with his sexuality wonderfully. this one also made me cry.

Resist Everything Except Temptation

E | 100k | @domestic-harry

The lethargic sound of heels clicking against wood resonated across the sea. Footsteps descended the staircase, every assured step creating a menacing aura as it grew closer. Perspiration gathered along Louis’ palms as the rhythmic sound halted in front of him.

“Captain,” Malik greeted.

Louis watched out of his peripheral as Malik’s boots shuffled back a few steps. Sweat matted the hair along the nape of Louis’ neck as he waited for something to happen. He felt as if a sharp blade was twisting his gut as the silence became tangible. There was a metallic slide of a sword being pulled out of its sheath, the sound startling Louis out of his cocoon of sterile shock. His shoulders jumped as the tip of a blade flattened underneath his jaw. Louis’ distorted reflection stared back at him in the polished metal. Engraved rose petals twisted his appearance as they crawled up the length of the sword. The sword lifted and took Louis’ chin with it.

Standing in front of Louis was Captain Styles.

OR

The one where Louis is the commodore's son who is forced to become a part of Harry's crew when he is captured.

love this pirate AU that’s got one badass gemma styles. also, harry as a super cool pirate in gorgeous clothes makes me super happy!

i’ll make this feel like home

E | 49k

Harry to groans himself and then takes a deep breath. “Okay, well. Here’s the thing. I peed on a stick.”

Louis isn’t able to get more than a shocked “What!” out before Harry’s steamrolling on.

“I peed on a stick and it says it’s positive, but you always prattle on about how it’s best to go to the doctor’s before you get excited, you know to confirm it because sometimes hormones are off or you have like a tumor or some shit and get false positives and what if I’m dying and-”

“You’re pregnant?!” Louis shouts out, stomach dropping as the words leave his mouth.

“Um, yeah… maybe.”

[the one where Louis' hopelessly in love with his best mate... who just happens to be pregnant with another man's baby.]

baby momma harry with hot mess!Louis is a recipe for disaster, but this one has plenty of fluff to make up for it.

Hands Clasped Tight

E | 44k | @afirethatcannotdie

“What am I looking at here?” Harry asks.

“This, my friends, is a ‘proof’ Instagram account, run by your students,” Liam announces.

“It’s got all this stuff about how the two of you are together,” Niall adds.

“I heard about that,” says one of the math teachers. “Confiscated a kid’s phone today when they were looking at it. I have to say, the evidence that you’re dating is pretty damning.”

“Really,” Louis says dryly. “Do you think being married for three years might have something to do with it?”

Or the one where Harry and Louis are high school teachers and their students have been playing matchmaker for over a year. Little do they know, Harry and Louis are already married.

love love teacher harry and louis that’s mostly funny fluff with a little angst. just a teeny amount. reminds me of my own experiences with meddling students haha.

*updated 2/16/21*

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Favored Ones, Part 8. (Joel Miller x Fem!reader)

Description: When you spend every evening with someone who’s deeply under your skin, a certain relationship can be developed. So it’s crushing for Joel when Y/N suddenly disappears. But there’s way more to the relationship that one would’ve guessed.

A/N: The last chapter before we proceed to the actual fucked up story.

Warnings: So much cursing, omg.

Word count: 1.6 K

Tagging: @missdictatorme @xxgoldenhour @nemodoren​ @gladiosamicitias @jodiereedus22​

If you like this story, please, more parts can be found here! :): H E R E

When you woke up, the light around you was slowly disappearing as the daylight was dying and the night approached your surroundings. You were dragged on some kind of bobs that were pulled by a horse, your body was nudged and covered with many furs, so you didn't feel cold. They positioned your body with some leather belts and your mouth was kept together with a piece of clean cloth. Still making you puke a bit because its taste and structure were just disgusting on your tongue and your lips.

Of course that you panicked. Who wouldn't? All you could do was to look around and mumble curse words and things through the cloths. You saw only the ass and long legs of a horse, insanely high trees and the sky getting darker.

But Jesus - did your leg and forehead fucking hurt. You were afraid that your leg might be broken. Also, your palm was basically glued to your thigh with another leather belt, but couldn't feel your knife. Those motherfuckers took it away. This was a living nightmare and probably even worse than that.

Also, who the fuck were the persons that just straightaway kidnapped you? You have never seen anyone like them around - never ever. Nobody was running around Jackson covered in furs, using those old school, almost savage-looking bows. You mumbled another curse word as you hit your temple as you jumped on the bobs upon a rock.

May God have mercy with your poor fucking soul, you prayed. There was a big black area where you were about to die - and only a small grey area where they might leave you alive. At least for a few days.

You drove through the dark wood for what seemed to be the infinity - maybe it was because you couldn't see shit of the way they were taking since you laid on your fucking BACK or maybe it was because the sky darkened fast and you could see even bigger shit after that. 

After some time, you couldn't just tell if it was a long time or a short while, you could hear something that could be only a city coming to life around you - you could hear voices of many, footsteps, an actual life around you. Even if you saw some wooden houses lighted with only fire, you couldn't tell shit of where you were. Or how many people were there.

The only thing you knew for sure was that your ears were fucking freezing and your eyes dried out at the speed of light. And at that moment, even if you had a problem with admitting it, you were fucking afraid. You felt the panic attack moving with your body, raising your heartbeat rate and making you squeal and cry like a little pig. You would beg them to let you go at that moment.

You couldn't see anyone from your prison full of fur - put you could feel the stares of many. They just stood around the path you were taking, watching you lay down on the bobs. Nobody moved a single inch to do anything to help you. 

You were all alone at that moment.

What else than panicking were you supposed to do? If you were lucky, and only if you hypothetically were, somebody at Jackson noticed that you're gone. Somebody found that fucking horse laid on the snow, dead, and someone went searching for you. 

But if you weren't lucky... Well, let's just say that this option made you even more upset. 

For the first time ever you stopped yourself and thought about what the people were about to do to you - were they about to eat you? Like, kill you, cook you and seriously eat you? Was it Fireflies who wanted to recruit you into their small, cute army who did nothing but trouble since the apocalypse started? If not... What was about to happen? What was their plan with you?

They dragged the bobs into some building - again, it was wooden, but it was at least warm out there. And it was lightened up with only torches. That was all you could say about it since you couldn't exactly get up, or walk around or just look where the fuck you were. The fur was basically everywhere.

For a long time, the men who were just a small bit away from you, were talking seriously quietly and the exchange was really fast, so you sighed loudly and longly, starting to calm yourself down. 

Motherfucker on a stick, you were ready to run away into the night at any given moment - the first chance? Off you go. But you needed to have a realistic look at your situation - what was better? Being in a village some random savages or freeze on a cold winter night? 

You can’t decide either? You see, both are a bit fucked up. You needed to be honest with yourself - you were unable to get from that situation unharmed.

“You found her?” - A weird man's voice just talked next to your ear all od a sudden - and to be honest, you freaked out so much that you almost shitted your own pants. You mumbled another curse word into the cloth, looking at his disgusting chin with red eyes and a teary look.

“We found her alone in the woods, faring on a hunt, sir. She hadn’t noticed us for a whole hour.” - Another man, the kidnapper, at least you supposed that it was him, answered the first man with a disgusting chin. - “She looks young, I think that she might be fertile.” - At that moment, you really almost threw up into the piece of cloth. Fertile. Fertile. 

They thought that you can have children - they wanted you to have children. Holy moly. Those ones were particularly fucked-up.

“That is God's blessing. You've done well today, my son.” - The first man took the other one's face into his palms and kissed him on his forehead just a foot from your fucking face. What the fuck was that? What just happened? What...? Your brain was freezing down as your eyes opened more and more.

From now on, he was not a “Mr. Disgusting Face” anymore - he was “Mr. Forehead licker”. 

When the kidnapper left you all alone with the forehead licked, he leaned to caress your cheek, shushing you down like a small baby. You tried to move away, but you just couldn't thanks to leather belts around your whole body - and when you tried to lean away, you moved your left leg - well, fuck you in the butt, it hurt so much that you started to cry like a little fucking child again.

“Calm down, my child, I am not going to hurt you.” - He whispered and watched you with some disgusting blue eyes. Oh, how did you wanna spit on his face? You were in a great position. - “I will take this off, so you can speak to me, alright?” - You could spat on him - but before you were able to do that, your mouth was way quicker than your fucking brain. Instead of spitting at him, you started to spoke, which was way worse. When he took the cloth down, a shitstorm came out of your lips. 

“How do you even fucking dare to touch me?! You crazy, psychopathic, narcissistic swine? YOU just fucking kidnapped me and dragged me to this fucking shithole do to what? WHY do you motherfuckers even care if I am fertile or not? THAT is not your fucking business. When I get up, I will get a knife and I will bury it in your head and then I will you bury you alive, you fucking...” - Before you could finish your speech, he covered your mouth again with risen up eyebrows. For a moment, he looked disgusted, but then he chuckled.

“Oh, dear, there were a lot of ones like you who tried to threaten to me or my brothers and sisters before they discovered what is our religion about.” - The man’s hand smoothed your hair. You laughed ironically. So he was telling you that he, a disgusting pervert, was a priest... Or something like that.

Was that fucking forehead licker molesting children? You needed to ask him as soon as possible.

“But I promise you that when you get to know my brothers and my sisters... When you meet our god... Your opinion will change quickly, that is a promise, don't worry.” - He stood up and walked away from you, walking out of the building completely. That motherfucker left you all alone - which maybe was worse than actually having him just a few centimeters from your face. 

So... You supposed that you were laid down on bobs in a church or some bullshit like that. 

Did you feel closer to God? No. Not at fucking at all. You were just terrified. 

They came back again when you were almost asleep. Rude. But when you heard screeching in the back, you knew what was coming - either a wheelchair or a different bed on wheels. Slowly, they uncovered your body from the furs and unbuckled your left leg. 

When some motherfucker touched it for the first time, you screamed into the cloth. Oh lord, that leg was broken like hell. They started to straighten the broken bone and you couldn't but scream in pain and cry, and there wasn't even any anesthesia, so you just felt their fingers on your periosteum - you would swear that it is some method of torture. 

After long twenty minutes, they sat you traumatized body onto an old wheelchair, so they could show you around. The priest didn't even tie up you to the chair with the leather belts as they tied you down to the bobs, you were in such a shock that you were barely able to breathe.

You heard them talking, possibly even to you, but you were too shocked to even listen to what was happening around you. These men were fucking insane. There was no better way to put it at all. 

The weird priest was definitely talking to you, showing you around, pointing with his palm, smiling, telling you about all the new things. But you were distant and completely white as you slowly rode to the only concrete building in the village. That was the first time you actually caught his words.

“Here is the place where our Lord is resting.” - One of his flying monkeys opened up the door as you rode on a high ramp into one huge hall. Below you, there was a maze made from huge, rusty and old machines - possibly generators. But it was so dark out there that you saw only the upper parts of those which were the closest to you. 

And then you heard it - from somewhere between the machines. Something was there; and apparently, it was angry, hungry and aggressive, which made you cry even more. You were afraid that they'll just throw you down to it. But the priest let you look for a minute before turning the wheelchair from that big, black space, driving you back into the cold night. 

“You will meet him when the time comes, my child. Don't be worried.” - He smoothed the back of your head and you realized only one thing straight. 

You were totally and completely fucked.

[bohemian-war]

‘LOVE WILL TEAR US APART’ [CHAPTER 2]

(Credits to @bens-hardy  for the gif).

Ben Hardy!Six x Fem Reader (Six Underground)

Summary (Six Underground): The film tells the story of 6 billionaires who form a vigilante squad by faking their deaths to take down notorious criminals. Warnings: language, character development, flirting, alcohol…

Word Count: 2.5k+ (…sorry that it’s too short)

A/N: Hi guys! Sorry that this took so long. I have been extremely busy these past few weeks so I hope you really enjoy this part. I am also taking my time as I don’t want to reveal everything straightaway so even when this chapter feels like a filler one, don’t you worry because from chapter three I am gonna start explaining everything about the Six Underground organisation and it really takes off from there :D. Also, in case you were wondering, I always imagined Joe as John as that bass player in The Black Heart ;). When it comes to Brian, it’s always been Machine Gun Kelly’s look as Tommy Lee in The Dirt. He is gonna play a big role in this story. So stay tuned!

(Credits to @geidiprimezs for the gif). Finally, I am sorry for all the grammatical/structure errors. Again, English is not my main language so I apologise for that. I always try to write more dialogue as a) it is easier to read; b) even when I love description I suck at it so I am sorry if you always find the same word/expression in every sentence. I always tend to write as to how the story is developed in my head in the first place. So, I am sorry. I am trying to get better at it, I promise. I cannot even express myself properly in my mother tongue. It is something I’ve struggled with since I was a child and it keeps getting worse due to my anxiety so bear with me on that one! 

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PART 1

(I will do a master list and a playlist soon :D).

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Disclaimer:

– Fem Reader is a twenty-one-year-old med student studying at the Imperial College London.

– Ben (Six) is a twenty-eight-year-old billionaire.

The story takes place in 2019 but there are flashbacks to make the whole thing look more realistic.

Finally, the outfit that Ben is wearing to play the drums is the one on the gif (beanie included :P) and this is the reader’s:

Enjoy!

[Y/N POV]

Y/N AND ELLIE’S APARTMENT, LONDON. PRESENT DAY.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking for something…” you say focusing all your attention to your laptop’s screen.

“Is this about that playboy boyfriend of yours again?”

“Ellie, I already told you that he is not my boyfriend. He was just being nice...”

“Playboy boyfriend or Prince Charming. It does not matter. All of them are basically the same. They act nice and then they trap you in their spider web to get in your pants.”

You roll your eyes and ignore her comment.

“He is like a ghost! It is like he’d just vanished!”

She makes her way to the couch and sits next to you with a cup of tea in her hand.

“Maybe he is not on social media. I mean… Six? What kind of name is that?”

You sigh as Ellie sees you scrolling down on Facebook desperately.

“If you’d like, we could always try and track him down… Perhaps if you ask some people in the pub…”

“I am not going back,” you affirm bluntly.

“Then, I don’t know how I could help you, love.”

You sigh again and turn your gaze towards her.

“It is okay. I just wanted to thank him properly for what he did.”

“Are you sure this man even exists?”

“Ellie…”

“Okay, okay. Just sayin’”

You sigh again for the third time and look back at the screen. You slam it down close and stand up.

“You know what? I had enough. I might pop up to the National Gallery for the new music bands exhibition. Are you coming?”

“I’d love to but I am helping Eric with his new project.”

“New project?”

“I’ll keep you updated as I don’t even know what I am doing myself. Knowing Eric though it might involve RuPaul and drags and stuff…”

You laugh and shake your head.

After spending so much time debating about your outfit, you finish getting ready and take the first train from your place to Charing Cross. When you get off and go out into the street, the square is full of people. On the one hand, tourists who do not stop taking pictures with their selfie sticks and, on the other, locals who return home after a long and hard day at work. You make your way to the main entrance and grab a map from the foyer area. The exhibition is huge so you decide to visit the rock section first.

NATIONAL GALLERY, LONDON. PRESENT DAY.

You are simply surprised by the amount of memorabilia. The gallery shows the history of the biggest names in music: AC/DC, David Bowie, Iggy Pop, The Rolling Stones, Mötley Crüe, Led Zeppelin… The collection also includes handwritten song lyrics, costumes worn during performances, studio equipment, promotional material, and singles. One of the spaces is beautifully dedicated to Queen and your eyes end up admiring various musical instruments; from John Deacon's bass guitar and a replica of Brian May's synthesizer to Roger Taylor's drum set.

Suddenly, you look away and come across with a familiar face. Casual look and hands in his pockets. He is also looking at the drum set. He is so lost in it that he barely notices you. You smile and decide to approach him.

[Six POV]

“Hey… It’s you!”

You direct your gaze towards that voice and your heart skips a beat. You never thought you would see her again. You could barely see her features under the dim light of the pub left alone when you both talked in the street. Nevertheless, everything changes now and you seem… speechless?

Wake up, you stupid asshole! “I just saw you admiring Rog’s set and thought that it’d be nice to say “hi”, Six right?”

She holds out her hand for you to shake. You eventually do.

“That’s thoughtful of you… Y/N?”

Of course, I remember your name…

She nods.

“Do you like music?”

“Who doesn’t?” Y/N smiles.

What a stupid question…

“I mean, the rock of the 70s and 80s…”

“Are you kidding? It was the best music! It still is… I think everything started with The Beatles back in the 60s though…”

You look at her with interest. You are surprised by her taste in music and want to know more.

“What is your favourite band?”

I cannot believe I am asking her these childish questions…

“Joy Division, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Queen… That’s why I decided to come to the exhibition today. They have done a great job so far.”

“Are you a Queen fan?!”

“Of course! I might have the biggest crush on Roger Taylor…”

I…like…you…

“All the girls do. I mean, he is alright…” 

“Alright? Have you seen him in the 70s? He is literally gorgeous! Like a Renaissance painting.

You scoff and shake your hand at her obsession while running your tongue through your bottom lip.

“So… he’s alright…” Y/N repeats your words pointing at Roger’s set emphasising what you just said. “That’s why you were so lost in the kit!”

“No, I wasn’t!”

Liar…

“You look a little bit like him, to be honest…” Y/N smirks.

What…

She is approaching you now. She squints her eyes.

Too close…

“If only you had longer hair though…” her voice coming out like a whisper.

“What would you do?” 

“Hmmm?”

“If I had longer hair… What would you do?”

You see her parting her lips and hold your gaze. Your eyes like blazing fire. If looks could kill or do something else… “I wanted to thank you for what you did last night but… I couldn’t find you and…”

“Don’t even mention it. It was my pleasure.” you cut her off and quickly run your fingers through your hair.

“Right…”

You try to avoid looking at her directly in the eyes because of the effect she has on you; a kind of warm feeling going down your spine, You don’t really know what it means but it kinds of scare you.

"Oi Six!" Suddenly, you see a tall man approaching and giving you a small pat on the back. You cannot help but return it with a big smile.

"Hey, what's up man?!"

"Brian, mate, how are you doing? Long time no see!"

“Good, I have not seen you in a while!”

“I have been busy…” You frown and sigh.

“I went to The Black Heart and Bobby told me that you would be here. Playing tonight?”

“Yeah. Hopefully, I’ll be able to make it by nine.”

“Great!”

Brian turns around and sees Y/N standing in an awkward position.

“Who’s this? New friend?”

You start feeling the tension built in the pit of your stomach. You clench your jaw.

“Sorry! That was rude of me. I am Brian.”

“Not at all! is it Brian for Brian May?”

“Wow! I like her.”

You cannot help but glare at him.

Watch it, mate…

“Unfortunately, I am not May but if you say so, I’ll take it,” he winks at Y/N.

“My name is Y/N by the way,” she holds her hand out again.

“Are you a Queen fan?”

“I certainly am.”

“Then you should come to The Black Heart tonight. Our friend Six here is gonna play. He is obsessed with Roger Taylor. He is his muse!

“Really?”

Y/N’s face lights up but you cannot tell whether is of surprise or emotion. She squints her eyes.

“The Black Heart…”

“Do you know it?” Brian asks in surprise.

“We actually met there…” you cut him off.

“Oh great! Everything settled then.”

“Brian…” you warned him.

“Are you playing too?” Y/N shows some interest.

“I’ll be there with some friends but I am not playing tonight.”

You can see the doubt in her eyes and you intervene before it gets worse.

“I am sure she’s got plans anyways, Bri.”

“Actually, I’d like to come!”

Fuck…

You curse and roll your eyes at the stupid situation. That pain in the chest again.

“Great! See ya both there then.”

[Y/N POV]

You definitely don’t want to return to the pub but there was something dragging you back there. It was probably the fact that you were very curious about watching Six play live. For some reason, you could not picture him behind a drum set and you were still mad at him for lying to you. On the other hand, it’d be nice to see him fail. 

You made sure you were properly dressed this time. You did not want to get into any more trouble so you opt for a pair of fitted jeans, a nice top, high heels boots, and a black leather jacket.

Summer was about to start but it does not make any difference when you are leaving in London anyway. Ellie is not at home anymore so you finish cleaning, lock up, and make your way to the pub.

THE BLACK HEART, LONDON. PRESENT DAY.

[SIX POV]

“What time is your girlfriend coming?”

The boys are setting up and getting ready for the big night. The pub is already full of people chatting and having a nice time. 

“I already told you that she is not my girlfriend, Brian.”

“Well, she is hot…”

“She is a kid.”

“I mean, if you don’t like her…”

You drop one of the mics and turn around with an angry look in your face.

“Don’t even think about it!” you growl. Your friend laugh.

“That’s what I thought, mate…”

You scoff and shake your head.

“Just make sure that you never play “I am in love with my car” in front of her or she will run away.”

“Oh, shut up!”

THE BLACK HEART (20:45 pm)

(”Princess of China” by Coldplay is playing)

[Y/N POV]

You arrive at the pub and it is already packed. You sigh and enter into an anxious mode. You simply couldn’t help but think of what happened the night before. Somehow, you manage to brush those thoughts off and get to the counter. This time, Ellie is not here with you so you have your ID ready in case they ask for it.

“What would you like lovely?”

“Just a coke, please.”

The bartender leaves and comes back with a glass full of the beverage and ice a few seconds later.

“There you are, sweetheart…”

“Thank you!”

You reach for your purse when you see the man shaking his head.

“It’s on the house…”

“Really? Thanks!”

The man nods and continues serving. You grab your drink and take it to your lips while observing the place again. You spot the empty stage in the distance including the drum set.

Where are you?

Suddenly, you hear a screeching noise coming from one of the microphones. It’s Brian!

“Night everyone! Some of you might already know me,” he says adjusting the mic to his height. “I am Bri. I was not planning on playing tonight but there has been a change of plans.”

Some people star clapping as he lifts his guitar up. You smile and take another swig from your coke with enthusiasm.  “I’d like to introduce you to some people. This is John our bass player. And before someone makes the joke, no, we are not Queen.”

Many people start laughing.

“Finally, our special member, Six, on the drums…”

��Six, we love you!” You could see a couple of girls whispering and cheering about the drummer. You roll your eyes. So predictable…

“Sorry, ladies but Six will be just hitting on the drums tonight, I am afraid…”

You are thankful for Bri’s intervention and smile shyly to yourself shaking your head with amusement at the same time.

Six is sat behind the set of drums with a smug look on his face. He is finishing getting ready and checking on his equipment. He takes a swig of water and some drops stained his t-shirt. If he is nervous he knows very well how to hide it.

“We are gonna do some covers tonight,” Brian continues“… and we also have a surprise by the end of the night. So bear with us and we hope that you are all not to pissed to miss it.”

More laughs.

The list of covers is long but good; from “A Message” by Coldplay to “I Wanna Hold Your Hand” by The Beatles.

“And now… our final song…”

This catches your attention even more and all the pub goes quiet.

“…for a friend who’s currently in the room…” Brian puts on his visor and finally spots you.

“Y/N! there you are!”

Suddenly, a spotlight points directly in your direction and you have to cover your eyes due to the bright light. Everybody is staring at you and you start panicking. You freeze in your stool and feel a heat sensation in the pit of your stomach.

Oh no…

“Y/N loves Queen so we could not say goodbye without playing a song by the band itself. We will do the chorus and Six here will do the rest. “This is Crazy Little Thing Called Love”, everybody! Y/N we hope you like it…

When they finish, they are cheered by everyone and quickly get off the stage. You see Six approaching you and start playing with your straw while pretending to be drinking from your third coke of the night.

“Hey…”

“Hey…” you sigh.

“Did you enjoy the show?”

Six makes a sign to the bartender for what you assumed was a beer but he immediately directs his green eyes right back at you.

“Yeah, I mean, it was alright…” He raises an eyebrow and a smile begins to form at the corner of your lips. He shakes his head.

“Just alright?”

“Hmmm, I’d say meh.”

You wrinkle your nose in uncertainty and Six observes you with a funny look on his face.

“Let me buy you a drink.”

“I don’t drink…”

“Right…”

“But I will have one last coke. I will probably not sleep tonight with that much caffeine in my body though. I also feel that I should be paying for this,” you lift up your glass.

“It’s okay. I told Bobby that you are my host tonight. You can have anything you like. It is on me really…”

You frown and smile.

“Thanks…”

“Don’t even mention it.”

He grabs his pint and takes a big swig of it.

“I didn’t know you could play that well.”

“How could you know anyway?”

Rude.

“I truly enjoyed it, honestly.”

“I thought you said it was alright…”

“You were though…”

“Me?!”

You try to contain your laughter.

“Did you even see how I was banging those drums, love?”

Love…

“I know better…”

You could tell that he is offended.

Touché.

“What the f…”

“Roger Taylor is better than you!”

“Well, Roger fucking Taylor wished he could be me.”

Six scoffs and takes another large swig of his beer trying to hide behind his cruel words. You know he did not mean them. He adores Roger…

“Tommy Lee…”

“A total wanker!”

“Not true.”

“Well, he makes decent music. Not my style though.”

Six’s cockiness is back. A defence weapon. 

“He does the real spinning…”

“I can do that too.”

“Sure…”

“I could show you if you let me…” he grins at you.

He leans into you and his big green eyes start taking everything of you in. His warm breath fanning over your face. That feeling in the pit of your stomach, again.

What is wrong with you Y/N?

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[gretchensinister]

Burgess Wilderness Recreation Area 10/?

And so continues the story I began for the Black as Pitch Halloween event. It’s the kind of story I’m sure you know well. Five college kids, a cabin, and a state park that just doesn’t get many visitors any more… (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9)

“Would you hold back if I promised that the movement of the machine would help me get even more fear from the large human?” Pitch asked.

His companion thought about it for a moment. “Yes,” she said. “It would be all right. Their path is blocked. And I don’t remember your prey ever escaping.”

Pitch touched the top of her head. “Thank you.” 

***

 In the cool night air, Nick leaned over the engine, his hands moving carefully among the various components. Pieces of the vegetation that he’d pulled out of the car lay strewn around him on the carpet of clover. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he made his final inspection, but nothing seemed to be amiss. It wouldn’t have worked before, but now…now everything seemed okay. He couldn’t stand here and keep worrying about it. That would be all too likely to ruin everything.

He slammed the hood closed and hurried over to the driver’s side door, where Bunny was just reaching for the handle.

“Get in the back, we’re all good,” Nick shouted.

Bunny immediately obeyed, which wasn’t usual for him, but Nick supposed that if someone couldn’t change in these circumstances, they probably were hardly even alive in the first place.

“So it was okay?” Tooth asked, narrowly avoiding Bunny’s flailing feet as he moved to the middle bench seat.

“Seemed like it,” Nick said. “We’re about to find out.” He stuck the key in the ignition, turned it, and with a sound they’d all associate with relief for the rest of their lives, the engine turned over.

“Let’s get the hell out of here,” Nick said.

Sometimes, such a statement would be accompanied by an ill-advised stomp on the gas pedal, but Nick didn’t participate in that tradition. He wouldn’t risk his friends, not now, when they were so close. The car starting seemed like it should free them from any horror movie clichés, but he still couldn’t risk being the dumb jock right now.

So, he turned on the headlights and brights, and carefully pulled away from the cabin until he found the trail he’d driven down earlier.

“God, I keep expecting to see that thing as we turn,” Tooth said.

“I’d rather not think about that possibility right now,” Sandy said.

“Soon we won’t have to,” Bunny said. “Soon we’ll be where that thing can’t be.”

No one said anything against that, though the argument was obvious. If that thing could exist here, why couldn’t it exist anywhere?

Tense and silent, Nick drove them down the path, as slow and steady as if he were driving through a blizzard, even as all his instincts screamed for speed. They were moving now, that was what mattered, and they would keep moving so long as Nick didn’t wrap the car around a tree or get up close and personal with a deer.

After a few safe moments, they reached a section they all remembered as a straightaway. They all leaned forward at the wonderful monster-less-ness of the path, and Nick put on a little speed, despite his ever present fears.

Then something darted out in front of the van. It moved too quickly for anyone to see clearly, but Nick’s reflexes and brakes were excellent and he stopped the van as soon as physically possible.

By then, they were too close to the thing that blocked their path to see all of it clearly, not that they could have said what it was even if they’d been able to see all of it. It had to be only inches from the front bumper.

“If it bends down and looks in at us, I’m going to fucking lose it,” Tooth said.

“Fuck that,” Bunny said, sounding rather close to the edge himself. He turned to Nick, who had gone a sickly gray, obvious even in the faint light of a few flashlights pointing this way and that. “Nick, you fought it, it’s physical, floor it. The van can handle it. And if you can’t, get out of the seat and let me. No judgement, no pride, I just want us all to live.”

Nick turned to reply.

The thing in front of the car moved to the driver’s side window.

A tree branch twice as thick as a baseball bat slammed into the window, shattering it into thousands of squares of safety glass.

A clawed hand reached in and grabbed Nick’s shoulder.

He made an awful, strangled sound, and Tooth and Sandy, screaming, grabbed a hold of his right arm and leg, while Bunny snatched up the lighter and hairspray. He cursed Nick’s ancient van and shoved open the sliding side door on the passenger side, the only one the van had. Once out, he rounded the van, hearing Nick shout, “Don’t let go! Don’t let go!”

Tooth and Sandy screamed for help, and Bunny’s stomach twisted at the thought that he hadn’t made the right choice.

Turning back was definitely the wrong one, though, so as soon as he was at the rear driver’s side tire, he set his feet and flicked on the lighter.

That thing, pulling, was probably stronger than all of them combined, but maybe he could get it to let go. Now, he couldn’t see it, not really, and that might be a really huge problem, but then again, he wasn’t exactly using a precision weapon. All he had to do was not hit Nick.

He shook the can of hairspray desperately, and then, with only the quickest glance to make sure the nozzle was pointed the right direction, he let loose a stream of fire at the patch of darkness just beside the car.

Screams filled the night. Bunny was pretty sure he was one of the people adding to them, but there were also sounds in the screams he knew couldn’t come from a human throat. He kept spraying. He squinted against the glare of the fire and against the sight of whatever was pulling on Nick’s arm. He couldn’t make himself step forward, but surely the thing had to let go soon. The fire had to affect it, somehow!

 ***

 The fire did affect Pitch Black’s strange flesh, even if Bunny couldn’t easily tell. The screams that filled the night were, partially, his own. But he would not let go of his prey. He had made a promise to his companion, for one thing. And, for another, he doubted the large human would ever be this terrified again. He couldn’t let such a meal go to waste. He just needed to bring a little more strength to bear.

Perhaps Pitch would’ve been able to bring more strength to bear, and perhaps he would’ve been able to bear the fire on his own, but that was a risk his companion was unwilling to take. She would not lose him.

Her own voice added to the screams in the night.

 ***

 Sandy and Tooth pulled back on Nick as hard as they could, and when Bunny let loose the flame, they both felt a sudden surge of hope. That thing had to let go, now. They each found some small, extra reserve of strength, and despite the chaos of the fire, despite now having to see more of the creature in the additional light, and despite the overwhelming sound of screams, they managed to pull Nick a couple of inches back into the van.

But that was all.

A terrible ripping sound added itself to the screams, and almost before Sandy and Tooth could wonder what it was, the van gave a terrible jolt and fell several inches. The movement was just enough to shake Sandy and Tooth’s grips on Nick. The next instant, Nick was yanked out of their arms and dragged into the woods faster than a person could run.

By headlights and flashlights, it looked like Bunny might be about to try, anyway.

“No!” Tooth shouted, fumbling with the driver’s side door. “Bunny! Bunny! No! Stay—stay here!” She scrambled out of the van, Sandy following close behind.

“He’s still alive,” Bunny said. He dropped the can of hairspray and lighter. The bushes rustled, and Sandy hurried over to stamp out the flame. “We can’t just let that thing have him! We…we have to…”

“Bunny, Bunny, no!” Tooth wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. “Nick couldn’t…he couldn’t fight it, and he fought it twice.”

“But he…we’d be abandoning him.”

Sandy stepped closer to them, and noticed they were both shaking. He was probably shaking, too, come to think of it. He touched Tooth’s arm and looked at Bunny. “I think that if we tried to follow Nick, we would definitely die.” He turned his flashlight—unsteady, yes—at the van’s rear wheels. The axle was wrapped in branches and vines, and had been pulled completely out of its mounting. “Look, I don’t think…I don’t think we should go looking for something that can do that. Not when we’re unarmed. Not in the dark.”

“We have the flamethrower,” Bunny said. “That was even your idea of a weapon, Sandy. And now you’re telling me to give up?”

“Fuck!” said Sandy. “Maybe I am. Maybe that’s all I’m doing! Maybe I’m just a fucking coward! But that thing out there terrifies me, and I really think that if you go out there to find Nick you’ll be dead, and he’ll still be dead, too. And I don’t want you to die.” Sandy’s voice cracked.

Tooth pulled Sandy into the hug. “Don’t start fighting. We’ll never survive if we start fighting. I know…I know this is horrible. But we…we have to get somewhere safe, first, before we fall apart. I still want to live.”

Bunny’s shaking calmed a little. “Right. But I…I don’t know what to do now. I can hardly think.”

“We can’t drive away,” Sandy said. “And I don’t think our chances of getting through the woods to Burgess on foot are that great. I think we should go back to the cabin.”

“Right. I’ll come with you,” said Tooth.

“What, no discussion?” Bunny asked. “What about the dangers of going back through the woods?”

“The car’s obviously not safe,” Tooth said. “Staying on the trail isn’t safe. The cabin has all our stuff and it might be safe.”

“Okay,” Bunny said. “I guess we’d better go now. That thing went away for a while between attacks. We have to hope it does that again.”

They joined hands and turned their backs to the wreck of the van.