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falsegoodnight · 4 years ago

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a new header??? it matches better <3 these are the fics I read or reread and enjoyed this month! like last time, i’m separating it into different sections: main list, wips, and non-1d. rereads will be included in the main list and marked with a star (*).

*note: this list encompasses the fics i’ve read from the 1st to the 28th only

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main list ~

✰ Don’t Wait Up by reliablyimperfect | NR | 1k

Without Harry’s warmth next to him, he felt the chill of the air creep over his skin. He tugged the blanket down from where Harry kept one draped over the back of the couch for him, grateful. With the blanket, he instantly felt warmer, but it backfired when his eyes began to droop again. Trying to keep his eyes open was impossible, and he was consciously aware of how long his blinks were becoming. They stay closed longer and longer until, eventually, they didn’t open again.

so soft and sweet and lovely! made my heart feel so warm <3 will return to this for some quick comfort in the future!

✰ my ugly mouth kept running by @hadestyles | E | 4k

Sometimes second chances are more important than the first.

rori’s lush writing + abo + exes to lovers = absolute perfection. my fic cameo gives it a bonus too :’) definitely one of my rori favs

✰ i’ve loved you three summers now honey, i want them all by @softloubabie | M | 4k

The restaurant was small and bright, soft colors filled the walls and tables and fairy lights hung from everywhere. From what Harry had read, the food wasn’t overly expensive but it was still comparable to what you would get at one of the more expensive places. If Harry could he would take Louis to the biggest most expensive and extravagant restaurants to do what he planned to tonight, but this would do.

After being led to their table Harry nervously tapped his jacket pocket, sighing in relief when he felt the small box still there. Tonight was the night. He couldn’t wait till it was time to surprise Louis with all the gifts he got for him. Then finally the big surprise.

so cute and sweet! their kids were so adorable and the proposal so lovely!! they love each other so much <3

✰ love me in between the future and the past by navigator & quitter | E | 11k

Harry's scared of history repeating itself.

this honestly hurt to read but in such a raw and emotional way?? was mad at harry and then sad for him :( this writer duo’s fics never fail to amaze me!

✰ sunshine on my mind by @raspberryoatss | E | 13k

Louis visits Harry in Portland

this was so sweet and lovely! the perfect addition to this wonderful universe! pip’s characterizations and fluff never fails to make my heart feel warm <3

✰ rapture in the dark by @stylinsonsupporter | T | 13k

Harry Styles is a breakout musician who has shed his boyband label in favor of embracing his inner brooding rockstar. His PR team think that his rebrand is the perfect time for Harry to come out of the closet and have devised the perfect plan for doing so. Enter Louis Tomlinson, up and coming (and very openly homosexual) model whose public image as America's Sweetheart is the perfect foil for Harry's new edge. From a PR standpoint, it's a dream come true - a power couple that can slowly coax the public into accepting Harry's altered image. The only problem? They hate each other.

always love a good fake dating au and this is no exception! and model louis >> really enjoyed this!

✰ Maybe, Baby* by thoughtsickles | M | 16k | mpreg

It all feels too easy, too good to be true. It all feels like a scene from Louis' daydreams, the kind of life he'd always imagined he'd have when he was younger and bored at his momma's work, sneaking around the hallways of the maternity ward until the nurses let him in to hold the babies. He'd felt so important being allowed to touch them. He'd told them stories of the lives they were going to have, houses with nice wallpaper that wasn't peeling, yards filled with sunshine and flowers and grass that never went yellow. A hammock to nap in, cuddled up with his husband.

You can't stay here, he tells himself, but Baby doesn't want to listen.

have reread this one quite a bit of times now and it still makes me so happy <3 this Louis and Harry deserve the world <333

✰ Let Me Inside by reliablyimperfect | E | 18k

Louis is Harry’s boss, but Harry is the boss of Louis.

loved this one! really enjoyed the balance between h&l and how they maintained their dynamic in subtle ways outside of the bedroom while also keeping it separate. very much enjoyed the jealousy as well <3

✰ a scintilla of predilection by @dehydratedpoolfics | T | 20k

There, in the far back of the room, next to the only available seat left, is none other than Harry Styles. Harry, who grew up next door to him, who knew all his secrets as a child and played FIFA with him on Saturday mornings after he would spend the night Friday evenings every week, whose curly hair would tickle his nose as they held each other during bitter cold nights that made his room glow a haunting blue.

love ex-childhood friends with misunderstandings!! louis was so cute and i loved his poetry <3 harry too was so stupid but so smitten and lovely :’) really enjoyed this!

✰ Keeping The Flame Alive by @crazyupsetter | E | 20k

Recording with One Direction never felt like this. There’s a couple reasons for that, Harry thinks. One is that they did most of their recording on the road, rushed and in busses and hotel rooms, never in one place long enough to really get an argument going. The other, larger and more important one, is that back then he had the sweetest, meanest little omega around to distract him from all of that frustration.

The first time around, when he’d been recording his debut solo album, it hit him pretty hard. He likes to think he’s better adjusted to it now, but frustration is warring under his skin nonetheless. He doesn’t want to be told what to do most of the time, and he especially doesn’t want to be told what to do when it comes to his music.

What he does want right now is that sweet, mean little omega right in front of him with his mouth on Harry’s cock. Unfortunately, the best he’s got is his own hand and a shared toilet. So. That’s really not going to work.

✰ like it’s a game* by @soldouthaz | E | 32k

There is little Harry hates more than truth or dare.

And Louis.

queen of enemies to lovers! it’s been a while since i’ve reread this but too absolutely no surprise, it’s just as amazing as always <3 sarah never misses!

✰ Too Young To Know by @2tiedships2 | M | 35k

Harry doesn’t present as an alpha… until he does.

really enjoyed this as per usual! exes to lovers is my jam and the added angst of Louis dating someone else at the beginning... love <3

✰ Some Things Take Root* by navigator & quitter | E | 50k

Louis' ex doesn't get jealous of anyone besides Harry. Harry helps Louis use that to his advantage.

stumbled upon this randomly and decided to reread on a whim... ended up staying up to read it in one sitting! so good!

✰ Safe and Sound (You’ll Always Be) by @all-these-larrythings | E | 58k

When a failed case and a guilty conscience leaves Harry more than a little lost, his boss presents him with a new, less taxing assignment to help him cope. An escape from all the madness is just what Harry needs to get his life back on track. It's just too bad his new client has a grin like the devil, a pair of electric eyes that Harry simply can't get over, and no intention whatsoever of letting him catch a break.

i don’t know how i’ve never read this before??? it was absolutely amazing though! perfect blend of humor and fluff and tension and angst <3

✰ Mind Over Matter (You Under Me) by @youreyesonlarry | E | 74k

It’s dark outside when Harry finishes practice for the day.

the slow burn in this fic killed me - which is to say, it was perfect! loved how they progressed from working together to being friends to something more and how much they genuinely cared for each other! the hockey was so fun too!

�� Call Out My Name by frenchkiss | E | 102k

Apparently, it's bad PR to fall in love with the omega you hired to help you through your rut.

Harry Styles begs to differ.

ellen truly knocked it out of the park with this one!! had everything i could ever want: abo, famous/non-famous, fluff, humor, angst, drama, and more! i loved it from beginning to end!

wips ~

✰ ‘cause all our tomorrows lead the way by @loubellies | E | 64k | 7/11

So maybe Louis’ in over his head.

He had signed up for the Bachelor on a whim after his second bottle of wine and well, here he is. He’s just been announced as the twenty-sixth Bachelor and his ass is sweating. Like, literally sweating. He’s positive that if he was to turn around, the entirety of Bachelor Nation would get a nice peek of his ass sweat.

am thoroughly enjoying each chapter!! it’s been a wild ride so far and although things are currently calm, i am still on edge!! but i trust mar with my life <3

✰ Truth Behind Golden Eyes by @lwtisloved | E | 83k | 8/16

Louis is a royal servant born with magic in a kingdom where his sole existence is outlawed with a war he has no idea he has a part in upon him. Harry is the prince on whom the burden of mending a broken kingdom falls upon and he might be willing to risk it all for a simple servant if only he admitted it to himself.

caught up last night! still really enjoying every chapter and can’t wait to see what happens next!! things are *happening* with h&l and answers are being given!! (love the jealousy too!)

non-1d ~

✰ Keep Me Close (I Need Your Faith) by @princelouisau | E | 23k

Somewhere along the way he had fallen in love and in doing so, had broken the one rule he knew he couldn’t come back from. As quickly as he realised, he decided that he must never dare speak it. He resigned himself to loving Draco in silence.

first foray into reading drarry... and, to no one’s surprise, i loved it! beautiful writing as always and beautiful atmosphere! it’s really not a shock that i fell for these characters and their story when danielle is behind it <3 it had me entranced from beginning to end!!

finally, i myself actually posted a fic this month:

my fics ~

✰ yesterday came suddenly by me | E | 49k | mpreg

Harry the deadliest member of the NYC assassins’ guild, is forced to face a seemingly impossible task in hopes of finally leaving the underground behind for good, but when ghosts from the past come back to haunt him, escaping the darkness becomes that much harder.

If you read any of these beautiful works of art, remember to leave kudos and comment to show your appreciation!

*if i made any errors, please let me know :)

enjoy!

#my fic recs #fic recs #28th appreciation #march recs #2021 recs #march 2021 recs #scheduled

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glowdrama · 2 years ago

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oie! vc poderia, prfv, fazer wallpapers de love between fairy and devil? mt obrigada <3

Aqui, espero que goste 💙

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kara-oni · 3 years ago

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orionwhispers · 7 years ago

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Devil Like Me (Part XIV)

(A/N - Hey angels! Here is part 14 to DLM, I seriously enjoyed this chapter and things are heating up lol! This is set entirely in the past and so will the next part because it all ties together, hope you enjoy! Please leave me feedback!! Anything at all, it means the world to me! Talk soon)

Trigger Warning : Blood & Gore, Fighting & Implied Sex.

Then

The bacon sizzled in the pan as you cooked it, you jumped, narrowly avoiding the hot oil spitting from the rim of fat. The kettle whistled impatiently and you wiped your hands on the printed apron adorning your waist, turning to the counter and filling two steaming mugs. The radio crackled slightly so you twisted the knob and adjusted the satellite until the familiar melody of a Lana song filled the kitchen. You hummed along, shuffling your slippers to the beat.

It was finally the end of the week, and finally graduation weekend. The previous events with the Witch and the raven were still in the back of your mind, but you were determined not to let it ruin your night. You'd been through four years of late slips, all-nighters of homework for a grade far too low, diarrhoea inducing cafeteria food and the hell that was physical education. Surely you had been through enough to warrant a weekend mythical creature free?

Well - maybe there was room for one.

The toast popped and you began slathering it in butter, licking the crumbs from your fingers as you went back to the pan, turning off the gas and placing the bacon in between the slices, layering them with ketchup. You positioned the two mugs of coffee to the side, leaving enough room for the small glass vase cradling a sunflower, and the delicate present you had finished wrapping the night before.

"Auntie Jeanie?" You sang with a smile, raising your pitch and pushing open her door with the crook of your elbow, attempting to stop the tray from clattering to the floor. You heard a grumble from her paisley printed covers, her skinny hands pulling the duvet over her head, shielding herself from the intrusion.

You positioned the plates by her nose, hoping the smell of a cooked breakfast would entice her awake. Luckily, you knew her well enough and her head rose from behind the sheets, her eyes puffy from sleep, her hair tousled and frizzy.

"Morning." You laughed, she grumbled in response, rubbing her hands over her eyes and reaching for the coffee with her shaky palms, taking a long slurp with a groan.

"Morning." She finally replied, her eyes darting over the food, "What's all this for? What have you broken?"

You snort, handing her the plate and taking a bite of your own sandwich, relishing the taste and warmth in your mouth.

"What? I can't just do something nice without you assuming I broke something?" You say in mock anger, placing a hand on your chest and tutting, "Tsk. That's harsh."

She rolled her eyes, licking the sauce from her lips, you notice the slight of her hands, and you turn your head grasping the present as if it will disappear. You thrust it in front of her nose with a cheesy smile, watching as her eyes lazily trail over the bow, a brightness flickering in her orbs as she smiled at your terrible attempts at wrapping.

"What's that?"

"A thank you. For everything." Your voice catches slightly but you push down the lump in your throat, widening your cheeks and shaking the box in your hands.

She takes it cautiously and her frail hands slowly begin unwrapping the present, you can see the muscles in her slim fingers as she peels apart the tape, the ghost of a smile on her pink lips.

You grin as she pulls out a small velvet box, watching her wispy eyebrows furrow as she tries to push apart the gold clasp holding it closed, you gently take it from her, flicking it open and handing it back, watching as she lifts the lid. The gasp from the base of her throat indication enough that she liked it, and your heart sang with relief - even though you knew it was a guaranteed winner.

Her eyes were slightly glassy as she held up the jewel-encrusted brooch, it was shaped like a dragonfly and beautifully made, the coloured crystals catching the light and sending emerald rays throughout the room. Aunt Jean didn't have much until you arrived, the house was pretty bare, eventually becoming filled with your toys and train sets and now crowded with clothes and shoes. You'd been around other peoples relatives houses and been left shocked at the contrast, shelves lined with ceramic animals and bowls of decorative soap, pink wallpaper and patterned toilet roll a sharp variation to your home.

Jean hated that stuff, clicked her tongue at the kitschy stuffed bears and empty glass bottles, she was much happier relaxing in her armchair, watching a murder mystery with a bottle of gin. But she had always loved earrings and necklaces, rings that adorned every finger, even slipping on a gold anklet in the summer - but she was especially fond of brooches.

She once told you how her own Aunt had bought her her first one when she was a child, a teddy bear with soft velvet fur and a flimsy clip, but she loved it all the same. She'd only bought a few - loving the novelty of them but wanting to keep them special and heartfelt, rather than like a collection of coins. They were placed in a case in her room, the dog-eared and well-loved teddy bear taking centre stage, its fur now a urine coloured yellow rather than gold, but it still meant the world to her.

You found the dragonfly by chance in a small boutique, immediately falling in love and using the majority of the money you had saved over time to purchase it, leaving a burning hole in your wallet and the pit of your stomach - but seeing her face made it worth every penny.

She pulled you into her scrawny limbs, planting a perfumed scented kiss on your cheek before holding you arms width apart, giving you a sincere and heartfelt stare. She wiped away the fresh buds of tears brimming in her eyes and sighed away the sadness with a shake of her hand.

"Well - " She started, reaching over to her bedside drawer and rummaging through the discarded lipsticks and lighters. She pulled out a small square, clasping it in her hands before you could get a proper look. "I was saving this for tomorrow, but..."

She handed the box to you, smiling as you ran your fingers over the lining in curiosity. You tear the ribbon keeping the lid on, and she moves slightly towards you.

"If you had given me more time I could have wrapped it all nice, but that'll have to do." She joked.

You grinned in response, feeling the fabric loosen between your fingers as you tore it open, losing your breath as you see whats inside. Your eyes dart to Aunt Jean's and her expression is just as ecstatic as your own.

It's a locket. A brass gold heart hanging from a delicate chain, the centre engraved with your initials. You gently prise open the ornament, feeling tears in the corner of your eyes as you notice the pictures. On the left is a photo of yourself, Jasmine and Aunt Jean at her birthday party a few years ago, its small but you can see the smiles and happiness on your faces. The other is a picture of your parents, one of the only ones you have, them both looking at each other adoringly, infatuation radiating from the photo.

You hold it tight in your hands, the cool metal against your clammy palms. You engulf Jean into a hug, thanking her profusely and pressing a kiss to her powdery cheek. She smiled, her nose in your hair.

"No crying today! You have a party to get ready for later, don't you? Have a great night, and I'll be right there when you walk across the stage tomorrow."

You ran the comb through the ends of your hair, turning the ringlets into tousled waves. You slipped the towel onto the floor, dragging your underwear onto your freshly scrubbed skin. The record player in the background crackled slightly before falling back into a rhythmic hum and you applied the last of your makeup, smiling at your reflection in the mirror.

Feet against the carpet, you stepped over Maple and grabbed your dress, shimmying it up your legs. It was simple but sultry, an ebony a-line dress with two spaghetti straps snaking across your shoulders, it fit like a glove and nestled just below mid-thigh. You traced your crimson-painted nails across your desk, smiling as you came into contact with the locket, picking it up and fingering its detail between your hands. You used the mirror to fasten it, and exhaled in content as it settled perfectly against your bare chest, pulling the entire outfit together. Your phone chimed, the screen lighting up with a notification from Jas, telling you she was on her way.

Showtime.

"Do you even know whose house we're in?"

"No clue? I think he was in my math class one year? Er - John?"

"I thought his name was Peter?"

You both laughed, taking in the vast house before you, the rooms filled with bodies and shouting, offering no relief from the midsummer nights heat.

"I'm gonna go get a drink? You want anything?" You murmured to Jasmine, pointing towards what you assumed was the kitchen. She shook her head and motioned towards the crowd.

"I'll try and find Greg, come join us after?"

You nodded, giving her a parting pat and venturing into the gathering, giving smiles and waves of greeting to those you recognised. The kitchen was significantly cooler, and smaller than the previous room. Homely and compact, with wood panelling and vintage crockery. You strolled past the counters lined with chips and dip, watermelon slices and pizza poppers.

Two large sliding doors led to a great garden, centred around a pool, the azure water shimmering under the moon. A few heads rose in greeting and you politely smiled back, passing the deckchairs to reach a cart full of drinks. You took a moment to sip your beverage, glancing around the unfamiliar home, it had taken a while to get here, it was off the beaten path and a good half hour from town. The trees and decking had been lined with thin fairy lights, casting a yellow glow against the night, but in the distance, the trees still loomed, branches gnarled like fingers, leaves rustling. You shook your head, and downed the last of your drink, alcohol sharp against your tongue and burning your throat, they were just trees.

About an hour later and the party was in full swing, you threw your head back in laughter as a friend told you a joke, face red and sweaty from dancing. Jasmine pulled you into her arms, forcing you to dance with her, you both jumping and shrieking in sync with the song. It came to a halt and she pulled you aside, blowing a chaste kiss to Greg and laughing breathlessly in your ear.

"Can you believe we graduate tomorrow?" She pressed her clammy cheek against yours and exhaled. "I know this year has been hard but I'm so proud of you! I lurve you!" Her tone started seriously but faded as the alcohol buzzed through her veins.

"You're drunk."

"No! I'm just..." She paused, gagging slightly and raising a hand to her mouth. "Oh, I'm gonna throw up.."

She rushed away and you giggled, watching as a lovesick Greg trailed after her, ready to hold her hair back. The heat was engulfing you and you headed back outside, the night air a welcome contrast.

You managed to find a recluse spot away from the crowd, regaining your breath and calming the flush on your cheeks. It was a nice scene, far enough away from the noise but close enough you felt the comfort of other people. You could see the pool from the corner of your eye and watched the water lap gently with the motion of the wind. Slightly to your left was a path leading to a gate, and you assumed it trailed to a route to the beach.

A slight noise made your head tilt and you watched an unfamiliar girl stomp across the grass, her heels getting caught in the mud. You offered her a small grin and she ignored you, her gaze intent and harsh. An unwelcome sense of deja vu flowed through you like a bout of sickness and you pushed it down. You were being ridiculous.

Nether-less, something was off. You rose from your seat and paced towards her, holding your hands out cautiously as if she was a stray dog.

"Hey.. are you OK?"

She ignored you. Her pace quickening, her strides long, lengthening the distance between you both. She seemed out of it, almost as if she was following a voice.

Just like Sarah.

You stomped forward, unsure if this was a sick joke or she was genuinely in trouble. "This isn't funny. Come here." You managed to grab the edge of her sleeve, but the fabric slips through your fingers as she lurches her arm away. You sigh, watching as she pries open the gate, starting to walk down the dark path.

You follow her seamlessly, any attempts to stop her foiled as she effortlessly fights you off, determined to finish her walk. "I'm just trying to help!" You cry as she manages to slip away again. Your feet stumble against the undergrowth and you groan as your ankle momentarily twitches and you falter. She uses that as an opportunity to race forward and you heave yourself up, wiping the sweat forming on your brow and following her further into the trees, the darkness overwhelming you.

You reach a clearing when you next see her, her body illuminated by the slither of light coming from the moon. Your heart hammers, it feels all too familiar.

"Hey..." You approach slowly, keeping your footsteps as delicate as possible as you get within touching distance, your fingers trail of her shoulders. She's cold as ice and you can feel her bones under your skin, the hairs on her flesh raising against the cold.

'It's Ok, come with me... we can go back together."

You use your hands to gently twist her to face you and your heart drops to your stomach. Her appearance starts to morph, her teeth bared and crooked, her stale breath on your face. It's her. The Witch. You let out a cry as her eyes meet yours, her hair hanging in greasy tendrils, dangling across her back.

You take a step back but she's too fast, her hands clawing around your throat, dirty nails scratching at your flesh. You struggle and groan, trying to tear her flesh with your own fingers, but she is much stronger. She flings you to the floor and your head snaps against the earth. You don't' have time to stop the dizzying in your mind, you're determined to get away, using your hands to scramble across the ground, dirt clinging to your fingernails.

She paces towards you, her eyes locked on yours, a smirk on her lips. She raises a hand and murmurs something you can't comprehend and before you can take a breath a pain shoots through your abdomen. It feels like a spark of lightning, jolting through your skin. You howl in pain, you know nothing is touching you but it feels so real, you can almost feel the coldness of a knife as it slices through your flesh, but there's nothing there.

Your hands clamber to your lower stomach and you moan as you feel the large weeping open wound, thick hot blood on your hands. You crawl away as fast as you can, grabbing a discarded branch and launching it at her. It's tiny, but it hits her regardless and she curses, increasing the pain in your body.

You scream in pain, feeling faint from the pure agony you're going through. She steps forward and makes a motion with her hands, and your ankle jerks, snapping completely in half. You open your mouth as wide as you can, but no sound escapes, hot wet tears are coming out now and you can feel bile in your throat.

"Please.."

She throws her head back and laughs, kneeling until she's eye level with you. She uses a filthy hand to brush hairs from your sweaty forehead, and you recoil from her touch.

"Poor little lamb."

The pain falters and then stops. Its still throbbing and endlessly burning but the relief is enormous. You try to regather your breath as she stalks backwards and you rise to your elbows to get a better look, trying to see if you can make your escape. But crowding around you, walking towards you through the trees are a dozen more people. You can't recognise any of them, but they're all dressed in black, men and women and all terrifying.

"Why are you doing this?" You moan, "Please! Stop!"

She laughs again, "Don't act like you're so innocent. I'm doing you a favour!" You scream and try to move, but there's no point, you're trapped. She says something to the group and they reply in unison, she lifts her hand and they immediately copy, murmuring a foreign chant under their breath.

"Please! No, please!"

They ignore you, and you watch some of the undergrowth light from the power, the flames flickering and roaring. The wind whips and howls, the leaves swirling and trees whistling.

This is how you die.

You try to remain calm, keep some dignity. Refusing to allow the bitch the satisfaction of taking your life and your pride. You sit up straighter, engaging and locking your eyes, go on then, you urge, I'm not scared.

The pain is unreal. Tearing and soaring and coursing through your body. Hot like boiling water, blistering on your flesh, you writhe and roar as your skin peels. Fuck dignity, this fucking hurts.

And then you hear something, a shout and a crash, a blur of movement and a scream. As soon as the pain started it stopped, but your body is still torn and ripped. You try to look around but your head is throbbing and your eyes are pounding in their socket, your vision blurry and watery. You can see blood, lots of it, but you can't tell if it's yours. Your eyes meet a discarded body, its limbs torn from its body out of rage.

"All of you against one? That's hardly fair."

Klaus.

"Niklaus." The witch's voice is small, she's scared. You raise a hand above your brows, trying to focus on anything but the pain. Se clears her throat, regaining some strength. "Just in time, took any longer and the poor little mite would have perished. Should have heard those squeals and squeaks, rather delicious if you ask me."

Without warning, you notice his jaw clench, his hands tighten and he lurches forward, grasping the woman by her throat, his hands twist around her windpipe and she snarls. The remaining members of her gang run forward, attempting to stop her demise, but he attacks them without mercy. You can't help but stare, breathless as you watch. You're terrified, but you can't look away. The air smells deeply of blood like you've been sucking a penny, and screams and howls echo through the forest. You stumble up, trying to step back to safety but someone twists their hands around your neck.

You scramble against the grip, your whining and pleading distracting Klaus. The man chants words in your ear, making your knees buckle and snap in two, pain surging through you. Your head is blurring and blood is coming from your throat. Before you can stop it, your vision faults and you cant make out what happens, Klaus lurches ahead and rips the man's head off his torso, you squeal and moan in pain and shock, falling onto the ground with a smack. Two hands clasp around your waist, and you loll in the air like a rag doll. As your eyes flicker, you manage to catch a glimpse of the Witch fleeing in the background before you pass out.

You don't know how long it is till you wake up. But you feel like you've been dragged underwater by a wave, your ears ringing and body swaying despite the room being still. It's still dark so you can't have been out long, and you're laying on an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room, still wearing your blood-stained party dress. You attempt to move but can hardly lift the cover before you're groaning in pain.

"Stay there."

You raise your head, noticing the figure in the doorway, he paces forward and settles on the armchair beside you.

"You're finally awake. I was worried"

You nod, feeling awkward and uneasy, completely vulnerable in front of him. But his words send a heat to the pit of your tummy.

"How long was I out?"

"Just over an hour," He offers you a small smile, and you mirror him, settling into the pillow before hissing in pain at the movement.

"How bad does it hurt?"

You decide the truth is better than playing it down, you're sure he'll see through a lie. "Like I've been hit by a car and dragged for a couple of miles." You say with a small grin, but he isn't laughing, his eyes are cold, his jaw twitching.

Memories of what happened previously flow through your head and you squirm.

"Shit - she got away, didn't she? I'm so sorry Klaus..."

He turns to face you, eyes wide and stare hard. "I don't give a shit about her, love." You gulp, "You almost died."

You're glad he's not irritated with you, but the tension is still thick and heavy, unspoken words between the both of you. As a distraction, you trace the cut on your hand, how were you going to explain this to the doctor?

As if reading your mind, he speaks, his finger resting on the edge of his chin. "I can fix that you know - "

"Got a sewing kit?"

He snorts and raises a brow, "Unfortunately not." He comes closer, perching on the edge of the bed before you, you distract yourself by twitching your toes, trying to stop the blush crawling up your cheeks.

"It's a little... unorthodox, but..." He pauses, lifting his wrist to his mouth, his teeth baring into fangs, you gaze at him in pure shock as his molars tear into his flesh, leaving two symmetrical spots of blood.

You eye him in disbelief as he offers you his arm with a smirk, "I thought I was the one who hit my head."

His lips twitch and he shakes his head, moving closer until his body is touching yours, his eyes meet yours and he nods, carefully lifting his wrist to your mouth, parting your lips until you can taste his salty skin. You hesitate, eyeing him cautiously through your eyelashes, you see his gaze darken momentarily, his jaw tightens as you suck on his skin, inhaling the metallic blood. It tastes like tar but then changes into honey, sweet tangy honey on your tongue. In seconds you can feel your body healing, the pain subsiding instantly, your skin repairing yourself.

You pull away in disbelief, rubbing your fingers across the spot that was previously torn and swollen. Your eyes flitter to his and you let out a peal of laughter, unbelievable.

"How? What?"

He smiles at your child like glee, watching as you examine your body. "Vampire blood heals."

"No kidding..."

He nods, rising up and walking towards a chest of drawers, tugging on the oak handle and pulling out a large fleece and flannel PJ pants, neither of which you can picture him in.

"I assume you want to get cleaned up," He murmurs gesturing to your torn and stained dress, "Bathroom is through there, I'll be outside. I have a few calls to make about what happened."

You nod, taking the pile of clothes, your hand grazing against his, you stop and stand still for a moment, enjoying the feeling.

"If you need anything, scream."

You roll your eyes, mock saluting and watching as he closed the door behind him, leaving you to yourself.

You washed multiple times, determined to rid your body of the scent of the night. The water was hot and relaxing, but you didn't want to be left alone with your thoughts too long. You knew she couldn't get you here, not with Klaus, but you were still scared, especially about the ones you loved.

After stepping out, you texted Jasmine and Aunt Jean, telling them both you were spending the night with the other, and hoping there would be no surprise morning visits. They texted back immediately and you were so glad they were safe, urging them to head home and get into bed without sounding crazy.

You slipped on the borrowed clothes, the warmth and size engulfing and comforting you. You pace through the bedroom, pausing behind the door and listening intently; not wanting to intrude on Klaus' conversation. You cant hear much, just the lull of the overhead fan and the night outside, so you prise open the door and step in.

"Hey," Your voice is small, and you watch as Klaus' head rises up from his position on the sofa. Offering you a humble smile, his eyes lazily trailing over your outfit, making you blush. Timidly, you edge towards the large bay windows, placing your hands against the cool glass and peering into the night.

"She's not out there, she wouldn't dare. You're safe here."

You nod, his words comforting. You walk towards him, nestling cautiously on the sofa and fingering a loose thread for distraction. The room is quaint and cosy, two words you would never pair with Klaus. It's bare, with minimal decorations but it still feels soothing.

"What is this place? Do you live here?"

He shakes his head, sipping from his glass, the strong smell of whisky filling the air. "It's not a home, I just use it when I need to."

You let out a whistle, "Wow, just how many houses do you have?"

He snorts, "I... travel a lot, rarely stay in one place for long, unless something keeps me there." His eyes flit to yours, lips curling up. You blush but stay composed, raising a brow in competition. He pushes a cup towards you and you smile genuinely, camomile tea. You take a sip, both of you enjoying the silence, the kind you don't need to fill.

"So, where's your favourite place you've been?"

He hesitates, mulling it over. "Rome. It's beautiful there. What about you?"

"Sounds lovely. Er -" You pause, watching a bird through the window. "I want to travel, go to all these wonderful paces, but I've never left the country."

"That'll have to change, won't it?" He takes a confident swig and your heart flutters.

You fall back into silence, breathing in deeply as you mull over the night. Your phone buzzes impatiently and you lean forward, typing out a reply to Aunt Jean who is wishing you goodnight.

"Nice necklace."

"Hm?" You glance up as he nods towards the chain swinging across your chest, you finger it slowly, grasping the heart in between your fingers. "Oh. Thanks, graduation present."

He nods, "Any photos inside?"

You still, glancing up at the man before you. He notices your hesitation and his eyes blink with confusion, but you decide that you can trust him, and you prise open the heart, showing him the tiny photos inside. You point to the small smiling face, "That's me, my best friend and my Aunt," You pause as you flip to the next one, "and that's my mum and dad."

He gives you a warm genuine smile, his eyes darting over the pictures. "They seem lovely."

You smile, "They were."

He blinks momentarily but shakes it off, giving you a comforting look when he realises the subject is touchy.

"She's beautiful, like you."

You squirm at his soft words, and he smirks and chortles at the effect he has on you.

"Shut up, asshole." You murmur into your drink. Giggling as he shoots you a mock warning look, getting up to refill his glass.

"Watch it, no one talks to me like that."

"Well maybe someone should."

He scoffs and runs a hand through his hair, and you smile inwardly into your mug, surprised at your confidence. You watch him glide around, every move he makes effortless and precise, like a stroke of a brush. He rejoins you on the sofa, settling back, and you watch the rings on his fingers glint under the yellow lamp lights.

"What's it like?"

He tilts his head towards you, his eyes watching your face contort as you talk.

"Being the most powerful creature on earth?Invicinble? Immortal? What's it like?"

"Ego-boosting."

"Ah, and here I was thinking you were humble."

He laughs, and you clink the rim of your mug.

"Were you scared?" You turn to face him, his voice deep and rich like dark chocolate. "Tonight." He continues, "Were you scared?"

"Yes." You reply honestly, feeling the words slip off your tongue.

"Were you scared of me?"

You think back to the forest. The smell and feel of blood coating your skin, the feeling of your body tearing and ripping. The sound of screaming and bodies snapping in half. You thought about seeing him, the relief that he was there, the black veins coursing through his skin, his eyes dark. You thought of that night with Sarah.

"No."

If it surprises him he doesn't show it, his face remains impassive and calm as he edges forward, his breath on your skin.

"You should be."

You lean in closer, so your noses are touching, feeling him soften ever so slightly at your pressure, his eyes locking onto yours.

"I don't believe that. I don't think you'd hurt me."

His eyes flicker across your face, darting to your lips, his gaze is dominating but you don't back away, it makes you feel empowered. He leans closer, his lips brushing against your ear making your hair stand on end and shivers dance down your spine.

"You're right. I wouldn't."

He kisses the edge and lobe of your ear, making you squirm into his touch, he reaches the base of your jaw, planting soft kisses down your throat. You groan at the unfamiliar contact, before making a bold decision. You grab his jaw, tilting him till he's eye level with you, locking eyes before you smash your lips into his. You move in sync, his hands trailing across your hips, your hands in his hair. You're pressed up against him, moving so close you're almost on his lap. He grunts in response and you shiver, feeling unholy and dirty, but you can't help it. You mesh together like a jigsaw, and your stomach is alight like a fire. You've only ever kissed before, never had anyone's hands on you - not like this, but you want it.

He pulls away, his breath ragged. "Not here." You nod, so intoxicated by his scent and the feeling of his lips you would have done anything he asked. He grasps your hand and pulls you up, leading you into the bedroom. He kisses you once, on the forehead, his lips soft and careful as he pushes you onto the mattress, your hair sprawled around you like a halo of light. He starts at your lips, then trails down your neck, collarbones, and chest. He meets your eye line a few times, looking up through dark lashes and you swear its the most beautiful sight you've ever seen.

His hands skim over your chest, resting against the fabric covering your breast and you falter, inhaling shakily and pausing. He notices your change and stills immediately, glancing up in question as your cheeks heat up at his gaze. “Are you alright?”

His voice is dark and hoarse, thick with lust and it makes you shudder. You wiggle unconsciously, his hands once holding you firmly releasing the pressure so that you can squirm away. “I - Er -“ You feel so stupid, heat and sweat pricking at the base of your neck as you divert your eyes away from him, he tilts his head so he can see you and you sigh, deciding to get it over with.

“Ive never done this before.”

Your voice is small and timid, and you shrink at the feebleness of it all. You wanted to be confident and sexy, but you sounded like a child. He paused and his eyebrows furrowed, he was genuinely shocked. You felt sick, you wanted this. You wanted him, but maybe your revelation was too much, maybe he could only see you as a pathetic virgin, hiding behind this self assured act. He uses his hand to trail up your neck, resting at your jawbone and turning so he can see your face, his eyes dark and pupils dilated.

“Nobody has ever fucked you before?” He says it in almost disbelief, somehow expecting you to break into laughter, he was genuinely confused as to how someone had never laid their hands on something as beautiful as you. You shook your head in response, feeling like a glass bottle under his touch, ready to break at any moment. He pulled you into a kiss, checking for confirmation and smiling when you gave in without conviction, melting against his mouth.

“Do you want this?”

You nodded. You did. Almost dying tonight had made you come to your senses, made everything clearer, you wanted this more than anything, you trusted him. Adrenaline was coursing through your body and you could hear your heart hammering in your ears, all of your worries disappearing as he kissed you gently, running his hands against your body.

“Let me treat you how you deserve.” He mumbled, his gaze predatory and dominating at the sheer idea of being your first, pressing soft kisses along every inch of your body he could find. You dissolved into a state of euphoria, your head dizzying as the room grew hot, spending what felt like an eternity discovering each others bodies, melting into one another, feeling like you were the only two people in the world.

If only that feeling could have lasted forever.

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Any random fics you would recommend?

Hi Nonny!

I’m actually in the process of writing a lists upon lists of fic recs, but I think I’m overdue for another fic rec list to tide y’all over! How about, in the same style of my last “random fic rec list”, a list of the last 50 fics I just recently bookmarked? Listed in word count order, because it’s the easiest way for me to organize these :D Enjoy!

(As a side note, this was only supposed to be “Top 10″, then 20, then 25, and now it’s 50. I had to stop or I would have just done all my bookmarks, LOL)

I-J’S LAST 50 BOOKMARKED FICS || JUNE 2017

Tied by beejohnlocked (E, 1,029 w. || PWP, Bottomlock, Bondage) – Sherlock ties John up and rides him.

A Christmas Holiday by consultinggalpals (sansa_undergrind) (G, 1,076 w. || Tooth Rotting Fluff, Christmas, Honeymoon) – "Come on, Sherlock. Just take the picture already.”

Giveaway fic #1 by ConsultingPurplePants (E, 1,170 w. || John’s Belly, Coming Untouched, BJ’s) – John doesn’t like his belly. Sherlock does. Part 1 of 500 Tumblr Followers Giveaway Fics

Of Small and Unexpected Things by wearitcounts (Sher_locked_up) (T, 1,239 w. || Love Confessions, Scars, Implied Abuse, Fluff & Angst) – It’s by accident, the first time John sees them.

The Pigeon’s deplorable nesting place by SlothfulSlytherin (G, 1,482 w. || Alternate First Meeting, Humour, Fluff) – Upon returning to London, John Watson took up residence in a mouldy little flat on Baker Street. The flat itself wasn’t all that special or interesting, his new neighbour on the other hand…

Want by siennna (T, 1,806 w. || Fluff, Pining, First Kiss, POV Sherlock, Requited, Second Person POV) – When John speaks, you hear more than words. You hear the rise and fall of his tone, the comfortable quake of his laughter, the warm pauses of silence in between. When John laughs, there are stars glittering on his tongue and galaxies resting just behind his teeth, and you wish you could press your lips there and burrow into the warm sound. Part 6 of sienna’s favorites

Biggest and Best by Sexxica (E, 1,815 w. || Dildos, Sherlock’s Size Kink, John’s Giant Junk) – John Watson has a huge cock. Sherlock wants it inside him. Part 2 of Tumblr Ficlets Gone Wild

In Which John is Attractive and Sherlock is Angry by kim47 (T, 2.382 w. || Fluff, Est. Rel., Jealous Sherlock) – Sherlock’s reaction to finding out that everyone wants HIS John, and how he told them to piss off and get their own Watson.

Perfect Solo by Itsallfine (E, 2,384 w. || PWP, Solo Kink, Fantasy, Pining, Dirty Talk, Sex Toys) – Sherlock couldn’t decide how he wanted to have John that night. (The one where Sherlock uses his box of sex toys to take himself apart in every way John might have him.)

Green Carnation by glenien (T, 2,616 w. || Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Meta-Fic, Angst and Fluff, Communication, Post-TAB) – John takes Sherlock home. Part 1 of It’s No Longer Eighteen Ninety-Five

It Was All Right There In Front of Him (A Five Times Plus One Story) by bees_stories (T, 3,191 w. || 5+1, Protective Idiots, Grooming, Bed Sharing, Lestrade POV) – DI Greg Lestrade is a good detective. But sometimes he doesn’t trust the evidence in front of him, until there’s a compelling reason to do so.

it’s in the details by kimbiablue (T, 3,272 w. || Fluff, First Kiss, Pining Idiots) – Sherlock and John meet with a forensic artist to determine how capable they are able to describe each other. In which John struggles to adequately describe Sherlock Holmes, and also thinks about his lips a lot.

Posh Boy by panickedbee (M, 3,622 w. || Kinks, RST, Pining, Sexual Frustation) – In his head he greets him with hey, handsome in the morning, calls him genius when he is being too clever again, calls him pretty man and silly git and sweetheart and, of course, posh boy. Part 5 of Sherlock Holmes Is A Very Lucky Man

All That I Have by the_arc5 (M, 3,721 w. || Post-TGG Canon Divergence, Pining Sherlock, John Whump, Anxious / Worried Sherlock, Light Angst) – In the aftermath of the Great Game, Sherlock finds himself with a new weakness. John is both the cause and the cure.

Let me be the wallpaper that papers up your room by Teatrolley (NR, 3,966 w. || Est. Rel., Two Idiots in Love, Fluff, Domestics) – Four seasons in the life of Sherlock and John, really.

Someone Else’s Heart by thisprettywren (E, 4,188 w. || First Time, H/C, POV Sherlock, Caretaking John, Pining Idiots) – A crime scene, a rainstorm, and something they both should have known all along.

Practical Johnkeeping by what_alchemy (M, 4,330 w. || Beekeeping, Aging, Gladstone, Tooth Rotting Fluff) – Sherlock predicts nectar flow the same way he deduces a murder, but he harvests the honey like John coddles the dog.

Atrium by kali_asleep (T, 3,460 w. || 5+1, Valentines Day, Fluff & Schmoop, First Kiss) – Five times Sherlock gave John his heart, and the one time Sherlock got a heart in return (literally)

You Can’t Always Get What You Want by hubblegleeflower (E, 4,804 w. || Sex, First Time, Pining John) – John wants. He always has, but now that he’s living with Sherlock again, it’s all he can do to hold it back. And Sherlock isn’t helping…

How Will I Know? by eragon19 (E, 4,895 w. || Pining, Love Confessions, POV Sherlock, Fluff, Sherlock’s Imagination, Papa Lestrade) – Here was the problem: Sherlock Holmes was completely and irrevocably in love with John Watson, and he had absolutely no idea how to tell him.

Linger by queenoftrivia (E, 4,908 w. || Lingerielock, Fluff and Smut, BJ / HJ, Bottomlock, Dirty Talk) – Sherlock decides to surprise John after a somewhat stressful day at work.

Wasted Hours by songlin (E, 4,973 w. || Omegaverse || O!John/A!Sherlock, Pining, UST, Angst & Porn) – John is respectful. John keeps his distance. He doesn’t look at Sherlock when Sherlock decides trousers are for dull people. He doesn’t breathe in and savor it when Sherlock flings himself onto the couch first thing in the morning, wafting alpha scent, dressing gown settling around him in a cloud of blue silk. He doesn’t linger when he’s piecing Sherlock back together after a fight, even though he’s half-dressed and beautiful and right there. He can ignore it. He can control it.

Sociopathy and Other Fibs by kinklock (M, 5,314 w. || 5+1, Miscommunication, Humour, Friends to Lovers, Post S3, Love Confessions) – Five times John called Sherlock out, and one time Sherlock returned the favour.

a very soft epilogue (my love) by darcylindbergh (E, 5,395 w. || Retirement, Domestic Fluff, Dancing, Dogs, Grumpy Old Men) – Across the pillows, Sherlock shifts and hums, the creases of his face deepening and then smoothing before settling. John watches him wake up, his chest swelling with affection and fondness, and thinks he’ll never get tired of Sherlock in the mornings, sleepy and soft. It’s been some forty-odd years, and John hasn’t gotten tired of it yet. Part 5 of things fairy tales are made of

Thirty Three Hours Without John Watson by Bookaholic, mybrotherharry (M, 6,232 w. || First Kiss / Time, Pining Idiots, BG Mystrade, Crackish) – Sherlock can SO TOTALLY survive without John Watson. It should be a piece of cake.AKA the time when Sherlock braved grocery store lines for milk, purchased and gave away a box of tampons and figured out what the X-Factor is. Greg and Mycroft didn’t sign up for this shit. Next time, they are going to the Bahamas.

once upon a time by darcylindbergh (M, 6,501 w. || Fluff and Angst, First Kiss / Time, Love Declarations, Christmas) – It starts with a wish. In the beginning, John comes home. Part 1 of things fairy tales are made of

The Effect of Memory by testosterone_tea (E, 6,430 || Praise Kink, First Kiss / Time, Fluff, Smut, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Confused Sherlock) – John has temporary amnesia coming off of anaesthesia after an operation and not only does he not recognize Sherlock, he starts flirting with him! After John recovers, he doesn’t remember the incident at all. But Sherlock does. Confusion ensues.

Sherlock’s Laboratory, Episode 1: Romance by berlynn_wohl (E, 6,900 w. || Clones, Sci-Fi AU, Clone Sex, Foursome, Double Penetration) – “John, this isn’t one of your science fiction programmes. This is reality.“ Part 1 of Sherlock’s Laboratory

Onomatopoeia by aquabelacqua (M, 6,904 w. || First Time/Kiss, Frottage, Dirty Talk, Domestics, Word Kink) – Something is the matter with John. Sherlock is determined to figure out what it is. Mark his words.

Drawstring by May_Shepard (E, 7,412 w. || Friends to Lovers, UST/RST, Fluff and Smut, Post-TAB, John POV) – John is bothered by Sherlock’s slowly-falling jim-jams… as in hot and bothered and he is trying to deal with a sexy dishevelled Sherlock while also keeping his pining in check.

Six Dates by avawtsn (E, 7,421 w. || 5+1, First Time / Kiss, Post S4-Compliant, POV John) – A rather accidental 5+1 written for the prompt “is this a date?” Hint: it is.

Christmas by WhimsicalEthnographies (E, 7,673 w. || Worried Sherlock, PWP, Drunkeness, Christmas, Est. Relationship) – John feels a lump rise in his throat, and it hits him, again, that this beautiful, infuriating creature is his. Completely, one-hundred percent his.

I’d be Lost Without my Blogger by shadenc (T, 8,057 w. || Rev. TRF, H/C, Angst) – "There are several snipers with their guns pointed at your head this very moment. Now, if you look up you’ll see John and myself on the rooftop of Bart’s. Understand the game yet?“ “Shoot me. Let him go and shoot me.” “Noble now, are we? Unfortunately, you are not the one who will make that decision.”

To Quote Malcolm Tucker; or, Get The Fuck In or Fuck The Fuck Off by kim47 (T, 8,484 w. || Jealous Sherlock, Flirting, Cockblocking) – Sherlock is cockblocker and a prick tease and John is not amused.

A Lifetime Together by LondonGypsy (M, 8,886 w. || Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Falling in Love, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Pining Idiots, Alternating POVs, Domestics, Retirement) – John and Sherlock falling in love.

The Devil You Know by PipMer (T, 9,300 w. || Friends to Lovers, Romance, Holmes Brothers, Jealous Sherlock) – The Holmes brothers are behaving oddly. John is dazed and confused. In other words, it’s business as usual at 221B Baker Street. Except when it’s not.

Out of the Darkness by Irrevocably_Sherlocked (M, 12,165 w+ (WIP) || Death, Overdose, Heavy Angst, Whump, Mary is Not Nice, Post S3/TAB Compliant) – John Watson has long assumed Sherlock Holmes is immune to sentiment, “doesn’t feel things that way.” Sherlock, however, would do anything for the person he loves most in the world, including putting himself in danger while keeping John in the dark in hopes of keeping him safe. Tired of being left behind, John is running a strategy of his own. Unfortunately things do not go as planned for either of them. And as John lays bleeding, Sherlock finally allows himself to say the things he’s always meant to… This is the story of love, forgiveness and finally making right all the wrongs in these two men’s lives.

Anytime by SilentAuror (E, 17,995 w. || UST, Porn With Feels, POV Sherlock, Romance, UST/URT, Happy Ending, Drunken Endeavors) – Sherlock blinks and attempts to focus. There is a little too much vodka in his veins at the moment and it’s having an unfortunate effect on his brain and retinas both. There are two Johns sitting across from him, and both of them are frowning at him.“You’re drunk,” the Johns tell him. Sherlock blinks some more. “Says the man with Mrs Hudson’s doily on his head.”

Just a Kiss by emmagrant01 (E, 19,695 w. || 5+1, Case Fic) – Five times John and Sherlock kissed because of a case and one time they kissed for real.

Achieving the Together-Coloured Instant by teahigh (E, 20,776 w. || Est. Rel, PTSD, Codependency, Fluff & Angst, H/C, Smut, Demisexual Sherlock, Experiments) – John wonders if this is how it’s going to be: A life speaking in code, because they’re both too stupid to figure out how to say, “I love you.”

Once Upon a Beast Becoming by antietamfalls (T, 24,042 w. || Beauty and the Beast AU || Magical Realism, Folklore, Celtic Mythology) – An act of pride, a druid’s curse, an enchanted leaf; Sherlock’s torment has lasted an age. Hope arrives in the form of one John Watson, a man uniquely suited to break the spell. But with a single night to win his affections, Sherlock finds his carefully laid plans disrupted by a monstrous killer whose sights are set on the only thing he has left to lose: John.

Don’t Leave Anything Out by lookupkate (E, 27,422w. || Epistolary, Falling in Love, Misunderstandings, Alternate First Meeting) – The first letter John writes home from Afghanistan is meant to go to a woman he went on only one date with. How it ends up in Sherlock’s hands is completely innocent. What happens next is not. What do you do when you find out the person you’re in love with has been lying about something as monumental as who they are? What do you do when you’re the one who lied? How on earth do you put the pieces back together?

“finally kiss the bloody idiot” by Salambo06 (E, 29,812 w. || Mutual Pining, Fake Relationship, First Kiss / Time, Angst, Misunderstandings, Fantasies POV John) – Inspired by a fic idea on tumblr : “John and Sherlock know the Yard has a pool going for when they’re finally going to get together. It’s been running forever, and it’s worth thousands of pounds. It’s all fun and games, hahaha, until they find out Lestrade is in dire financial straits (dog needs emergency surgery, he’s putting his kid through gymnastics training, I don’t know, something), and they decide to fake a relationship to win the pool for him. Sherlock figures out the day and way that Lestrade thinks it’s going to happen, and they act it out. It’s all for a good cause, fake relationship style, until it’s not.” Part 1 of The Pool

A Promise Made to Be Broken by PlantsAreNeat (E, 37,018 w. || Fake Relationship, Pining, Slow Burn, RST, Eventual Relationship, POV Sherlock) – A young John makes an ‘if we’re still single at 40, we’ll get together’ pledge to a woman who ends up all wrong for him. She keeps reminding him of the promise, and won’t let go of it. John asks Sherlock to pose as his boyfriend at a family wedding, so as to dash her hopes permanently. Sherlock, who has at last acknowledged his feelings for John, reluctantly agrees despite knowing how painful it will be to ‘have’ John, but not keep him.

Resistivity and Relative Charge by liriodendron (E, 41,750 w. || Synesthesia, Angst, Case Fic, Romance, Est. Rel., Homophobia, Religious Content, Victor Trevor, Mild Jealous John, Mild John Whump) – In which Sherlock Holmes meets an old acquaintance, John Watson doesn’t enjoy a trip to the country quite as much as he thought he would, and the past absolutely refuses to stay where it belongs. Part 3 of Conductivity

Fan Mail by scullyseviltwin (E, 53,942 w. || Stalking, Obsessive Fans, Angst) – “WatsonChick143 has been rather maniacal in her commenting as of late… she’s left comments on everything you’ve posted John, something so obvious can’t have escaped even your attention.“

A Cure For Boredom by emmagrant01 (E, 81,665 w. || Dirty Talk, Threesomes, Light Dom/Sub, Sex Club, Experiments, Anal, Mildly Dubious Consent) – They’d never talked about sex in the year they’d known each other. Well, that wasn’t quite correct: Sherlock had never said a word about sex; John had bemoaned his personal dearth of it on many occasions.

The Stars Move Still by BeautifulFiction (E, 96,022 w. || Magical Realism, Demons, Slash to Pre-Slash, AU, Happy Ending) – "What could I want so desperately that would make me sell my soul? What could possibly compel me to surrender the part of myself that makes me who I am: the source of my magic, my self-control, everything?”

The Heart In The Whole by verityburns (E, 101,650 || Post-TGG Canon Divergence, Drama & Angst, H/C, First Time) – Events after ‘The Great Game’ leave Sherlock dependent on his best friend and colleague. But John has a secret of his own…

between each beat are words unsaid by darcylindbergh, hudders-and-hiddles (T, 107,998 w. || Epistolary, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Angst, Happy Ending) – On their wedding night, John and Sherlock gift each other with the things they each said when the other could not hear, the things they each put down where the other could not see: a collection of writings that illustrate the way their love for one another has grown over the years. Part 1 of between each beat

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see-arcane · 8 years ago

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Tag 11

Thank you to @johnnythirteenguns for the tag! Here goes:

Do you like popcorn at the movies? Only if I’m the one making the popcorn! I’ve never had good experiences with theater popcorn, it always seems greasier than the stuff out of my microwave :p

Where would you like to be able to spend 4k all at once? Gonna go the obvious route and call it a tie between Barnes and Noble and Amazon.com.

What home decor/interior design aesthetic do you like? All of them. Seriously. I want to live in 1) a Gothic (c) manor, bonus points for bloodstains that refuse to leave the moaning floorboards, every other knick-knack on the shelves is cursed 2) a quaint and flower-dappled cottage in the countryside with white furniture and paisley walls, 3) a medieval castle with at least one once-opulent throne limned in tarnished gold for me to sit and brood in, and 4) an apartment just fucking choked with every scrap of inane fandom bullshit I could ever conceivably get my hands on--posters for wallpaper, comics and novels taking up every flat surface and crammed in the drawers alongside socks and shirts, my neighbors Do Not Visit.

What kind of books do you or did you like to read? I dig that nice fantastical horror shit. Insane gods, creepy Fair Folk, demons and devilkin, and the occasional haunting. Angela Carter, Shirley Jackson, Arthur Machen, Neil Gaiman, Stephen King, and the like

Are the fic genres/types the same as the books you like? If you don’t read fic: Did you ever pick up a book you thought you’d hate and love it, or vice versa? Even like a textbook. Yes to the genre. Also yes to the second, strangely enough! My top favorite book to this day is a novel I picked up for seventy-five cents in a thrift shop just so I wouldn’t look shifty to the proprietors. The book was Shadowland by Peter Straub, and it is in the same condition now as it was then: ragged as hell, the cover chewed and barely clinging to the spine, pages yellowed, and the synopsis on the back printed in a font I always associate with old school seventies/eighties horror movies. The kind a deep-voiced narrator has to speak aloud. Long story short, it turned out to be a great tale of magic, fairy tales, friendship, and homicide. Five stars

Do you split up the content on your social media sites or does every topic belong everywhere equally. Honestly Tumblr seems to be my sole social media spot these days. I’ve pretty well left Facebook and Twitter to rot.

What donut? Boston creme

What do you consider fast food? Anyplace with a drive thru

Isn’t it true that Dairy Queen burgers suck? I would not know, having an aversion to Dairy Queen as I don’t eat ice cream. At the same time I would not in any way be surprised. The place knows its money is in frozen dairy treats, they’re likely not keen to give a fuck about the ‘sides’ of burgers, fries etc

What do you do on a perfect summer day? If you hate summer with every cell in your body even when it is livable outside, what do you do on a perfect winter day? Summer in the south is like living in the Devil’s armpit, but even on days when it’s not 100+ degrees F(uck You), I like to lock my bedroom door and lounge around in No Shirt and No Pants and watch movies. Perfect winter days involve unearthing my pretty long sleeve shirts, wearing boots, wearing a jacket (this is rare as unicorn sightings, mind), and finding an excuse to go out and have other people acknowledge my sleeves and pants that do not stop above the knee. I acknowledge the others of my kind in turn. The cold is here. The sweat is gone. The bugs are dead. Above us, the Hellstar has dimmed and can only mull its revenge for when the thaw of spring strikes at the stroke of February. But that time is not now. Now, in the frigid 60 degree air, we are Free

Favorite drink? Doesn’t have to be alcoholic. It’s a tie between skim milk and McDonald’s Frappes. Milk, because I and my siblings are calcium vampires who go through a gallon apiece per week. Frappes, because I am Weak and cannot handle the caffeinated punch in the teeth that is the genuine Starbucks Frappucino.

My Questions:

1. You can time travel. One trip There, one trip Back. When/where do you go, what do you do?

2. Who, out of anyone alive today or was before, would you want to meet? Why?

3. Alien vs Predator is a thing. What alien/monster/opponent would you introduce to the brawl?

4. Top 3 Fictional Universes you’d like to live in?

5. Top 3 Fictional Universes you’d run screaming from?

6. What food tastes like your childhood?

7. Name your favorite song. What is the story/scene that plays in your head when you hear it?

8. You can be anything. Literally anything. A different person, a different species, a fictional character, an abstract concept, anything. What do you become?

9. It is night and something is tapping at your window. You live on the fourteenth floor. What do you do?

10. Where in the world would you live if money was no object?

11. There is no question here. Write whatever you want, I won’t tell.

I hereby tag @bifrostedflake @sabishiinaq @leahhelranger @lokisredledger @nooby-banana @jrantaire @ineffablelexicon @guiltlessdepravity @zetablarian @cielify @the-superdodi

And, because no one can stop me, I also tag anybody reading this who I couldn’t squash into the 11 Tag list above. Go forth, my guys, and divulge your secrets

Hope you’ve got an hour to burn

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ripstocking · 7 years ago

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New York City: Artist Scott Ewalt’s life-long passion for burlesque is unparalleled. It inspires his art, has guided his career, and has lead to many friendships, but it’s perhaps most apparent in the spectacular interior of his East Village apartment. In 2000, when Giuliani’s mission was to clean up Times Square, Scott’s mission was to save as much of it as he could possibly store. His one-of-a-kind collection celebrates the trailblazing performers and venues of New York City’s legendary burlesque scene. In his own work Scott continues this obsession, blurring the lines between collector, historian, and visual artist. His last show at Participant Inc. was a grand installation that mixed theatre signage, wallpaper, and memorabilia. The star pieces were his depictions of gangs of seductive devils roaming through intricately detailed cityscapes of Time Square at the height of it’s sleazy chaotic glory; a decadent zone where all pleasure is encouraged. Talking with Scott is a brilliant web. His back-stories have back-stories. He’s obsessed with the origin of ideas. As he speaks he connects lines through history in order to explain where concepts in fashion, art, music, and culture began. His militancy about this has made him a leading expert in downtown subculture, some of which he’s lived first hand, playing a leading role in what are some of the city’s best moments. Scott’s fairy tale introduction to New York began with being discovered by Thierry Mugler while still an architecture student at Princeton. He became Mugler’s muse for his iconic Vampire collection, starting a collaborative friendship, and long wild ride through the height of the acclaimed designer’s dominance in fashion. Let’s start with Betty Boop. Was she your first introduction to burlesque? Probably. I was a big fan of Max Fleischer cartoons. He created her, Felix the Cat, and Popeye. I had a special interest in him because my great aunt was his nurse. Why were you so fascinated? I read that when Betty Boop danced, every tenth frame she would be nude. You can only see it if you stop and actually look at the individual frames. That made Max my hero. So, that I love strippers so much now makes perfect sense. Also, in the early cartoons, the backdrop for Popeye was always the Bowery, and I thought, ‘That looks great. I wanna live there’. How did you end up getting this apartment? The worst possible way. I was close friends with Luciana Martinez de la Rosa. I helped her move in here. She was only in the apartment for eight hours and she caught spontaneous meningitis and basically exploded. She had the boy in the bubble disease, but before they had even discovered it. Had they diagnosed it she would have had to live her whole life in germ free seclusion but instead she had this insane career as a Carnaby St. DJ, glam rock muse (Roxy Music), punk rock muse (Vivienne Westwood), and then she was the queen of the Blitz. As much as I miss her, out of everyone I’ve ever known she crammed the most into the fewest years. Yikes, how strange. Luciana was a painter. I know she would have been happy that a friend and fellow artist took the space. Yeah, so that’s the story. What was it like when you moved in? It really was the encyclopaedia of CBGB’s. You’d go to the deli and you’d see Suicide or two of the Ramones, and on the other corner, Gerard Malanga Lenny Kaye lived next door so Patti Smith was always around. And all the old beatniks like John Giorno, Robert Frank, who I’d see hanging out with that Broadway legend Uta Hagen. Almost anyone that wasn’t a bum was someone quite celebrated. I was in hog heaven and then all of a sudden it felt almost like someone unplugged a drain and all my heroes slipped through it. Everyone that made it special for me got pushed out. But you stayed? Well, in 2000 the building went up for sale for a ridiculously low price. Today I would get something the size of this bed for that amount of money I paid. So the other tenants and I pulled together to buy the place. We knew it was a once in a lifetime opportunity, plus I’d already collected all this burlesque signage and there was no way I’d be able to put this puzzle back together anywhere else. So, I decided to bite the bullet. I did everything I could, sold things, ran credit cards to the limit and borrowed. Even Thierry Mugler lent me money to close. I just barely made it. Once it was yours did you renovate? We had to. That’s when we found all the goodies. When we opened the walls they were stuffed with human hair because the top floor used to be a wig factory and when they would sweep the left over hair from the wigs would get trapped in the walls. Eventually it filled up the entire negative space of the whole building. It insulated great but at the same time it was kind of horrifying. And isn’t this place also rumoured to be the notorious Suicide bar? There was some debate about whether it was across the street or here. But when we excavated we found bottles of benzene which they used to make the cocktail so… Can you explain the bar? In the 1870s they served the Suicide cocktail, which was benzene, cocaine and rum, and it was served to prostitutes. One would make you high, and two would kill you. A lot of women would drink two and then jump out the windows… Dark… Let’s talk burlesque. At what point did you start collecting stuff? The first time I visited New York I stayed in Times Square and I was completely blown away. It was at its Koch-era peak of sleazy broken-down-ness. Everything was a hostess house, there was still taxi-dancing, and porno theatres that people lived in. I even saw a topless shoeshine booth. It was the Wild Wild West but in the middle of the city. And it was all based around Burlesque? Yeah, the girls didn’t have pimps. The majority of them weren’t even sex workers. I became fascinated with them. They didn’t sing or have a band but they were like: I’m starring in a show and that show is just ME! That takes such confidence. I have a lot of admiration for those performers because I wouldn’t be able to do it if my life depended on it. Do you remember buying your first piece of memorabilia? Around 1987 I became friends with Paula Klaw. She’s know for beating Betty Page with a hairbrush in all those famous pictures. She and her brother ran the notorious Movie Star News. They made those iconic Klaw movies with Paige, Tempest Storm and Blaze Starr. I started buying photographs from them. Paula saw I was hooked and said, ‘You know I have an actual Tease-o-Rama poster from 1955, do you want that?’ I told her I would kill to have it. She sold it to me for six dollars. Today it’s worth something stupid like $6000. That was my first piece of burlesque memorabilia and I still have it in the other room. How did you jump from that to signage? Giuliani started ‘cleaning up’ Time Square and with the space I have in this apartment I finally had the room to store stuff, so I made friends with all the Greek women that ran all these theatres. I told them, ‘I’m on your side, Giuliani sucks and I think your business is fantastic, so if you are ever in a position where you want all of this excellent stuff to go to a great home where it will always be preserved and eventually end up in a museum, then call me and I’ll pay you good money for it’. One by one they all called and that’s how I got everything. I also would go down to the south side of 42nd street and go to all the construction and… Pull stuff out of the trash? No. I would ask for whoever was supervising the demolition. And it was, you know, a construction guy that would always ask, ‘Why do you want this crap?’ And I’d say, ‘You’re just throwing it out, but I’ll offer you 50 bucks for it’. The next thing you know I had a team of construction scouts that would call me whenever they thought I might like something. I heard your collection has the oldest male strip club sign in New York. I think it’s the oldest in America period. (He points to the sign to right of his bed) That is the first outdoor sign that advertised showing all male films. They used to show Vapors by Andy Milligan at the Eros Theatre. That movie kept people coming to the theatre for fifteen years because a guy takes his towel off and goes off screen and you could see his blurry cock for like three tenths of a second. So, obviously when you put this house together it was about showcasing your collection. It was my therapeutic way of dealing with Giuliani. I thought if he is going to remove this amazing world from our city then I’m gonna make my own Time Square and sleep in the middle of it. Plus, I think it’s sexy. As I get older it may get creepy, but right now I still find it very sexy. I love that you collect both the male and female history of burlesque. It’s post-gay. My gender politics have always been that I like everyone. Gender equality for strippers? Exactly. I have definitely seen just as many of both. I like the exaggeration no matter what sex it is. They never look the same in real life as they do under a pink and blue light with music and costume. It’s a living illusion. Were you recently inducted into the Las Vegas Burlesque Hall of Fame? No, I was honoured with what they call a ‘Sassy Lassy’ award for outstanding contribution to the world of burlesque, and for my work helping the ladies figure out what the original soundtracks to their acts were. Some of them only had a memory of what they used to dance to. A lot of them hadn’t performed in over 30 years. It was a perfect symbiotic relationship, I got an inside track on the true history and they would get their act back together and a new friend. How did they feel about the Museum? Some of them, especially the ones that got married and found God, had guilt about their life in burlesque. The nicest thing about the Burlesque Hall of Fame is that it alleviated their shame and made them realise they were important sexual revolutionaries. Out of all the ladies you worked with who was your favourite? My favourite strippers of all time: Are Zorita, Kitten Natividad, Lilly Christine, Marinka, Liz Renay and Tempest Storm. Thanks to John Waters, Liz Renay and I struck up a friendship long before I started working with the museum. We were close for about fifteen years until she past away in 2007. She was like Debbie Harry and Mae West all at once, and super sexual. Up until she died she scheduled three dates everyday. She told me once that she was truly blessed because she never walked into a room where she wasn’t the most beautiful woman. I’m sure it was true. I met Tempest Storm through the Hall of Fame. That was a big moment for me. She did not disappoint. How old was she when you met? 80. She still looked absolutely unbelievable. She’s a real spitfire too. The ones with the names like Tempest and Satana have intensely strong personalities, and the ones with the softer names like Kitten really are the sweeter ones. They’re like comic book characters. They completely live up to their character’s names. Do they also honour male performers? Not yet. Male burlesque has been going on just as long as female burlesque but being a male stripper is even less socially understood. Not only are you a sex worker but you’re a sex worker based on a female profession. There’s double guilt so the history has been pushed underground. Many of the famous male performers still won’t talk about it. Is that something you try to correct in your own artwork? I have been working on the same series of images forever. I started off wanting to document what Time Square looked like. I didn’t want them to look like Edward Hoppers or nostalgic ‘70s photo-realistic paintings, because the whole thing about Times Square that made it magical for me was the confusion and chaos and the constant overlapping of pop culture. I needed something to inhabit these cityscapes and I decided the only logical occupant would be devil versions of the male strippers that I hire to work my night at The Cock. Obviously. So you combined all your loves? Yeah, that’s what I think art is about. It’s like a potion. You put in all the ingredients that you love in order to get what you want. I shopped the show around for years and got practically laughed out of town. Then, thanks to encouragement from Charles Atlas and Kembra Phafler, Lia Gangitano from Participant offered me the show last spring. It was super fun. I got to do everything I wanted to do. The press release mentioned ‘psychotronia’.What’s that? It’s the more exaggerated version of pop culture. If Marilyn Monroe and Elizabeth Taylor were the norm, then Jayne Mansfield and Liz Renay were psychotronia. It’s this whole attitude of life where everything is completely turned to eleven. The violence is ridiculously violent and the sex is ridiculously ridiculous and all the people that made the movies were incredible hustlers. The most successful psychotronic filmmakers were Russ Meyer and Roger Corman. For me psychotronic movies were actually closer to reality than what Hollywood was doing, trying to imitate reality. I’ve always loved this definition of camp: the lie that tells the truth. That is what psychotronia is. I never heard that definition. I love it… OK, one last topic. Is it true that you were one of Thierry Mugler’s muses? Hmm... Well. He heard about me form a mutual friend. When he approached me he said, ‘You’re the person I’ve been looking for this vampire collection I’m about to do. I heard you study architecture and you’re clearly a vampire’. (Laughs). He liked the way I cut my hair at the time because it was cut to a point and completely flat, when everybody else had their hair moussed as high as they cold get it. My group of friends were all going against that. We had flat hair-dos and were working outfits with unadorned silhouettes, basically black body stockings. He became fascinated with all of us. I was still in school at Princeton and he started sending me sketches of ideas for the vampire collection and invited me to come to Paris and model in the show with Jerry Hall. Wow. A New York City fairy tale! At the time I was a wallflower. I never considered myself good looking at all. He was the first person to say, ‘I love the way you look and that you go to this prestigious school and you’re a swimmer’. All the things I thought were social spurs he thought were super great. When we finally hung out I knew all of his references and he knew everything about everything. I fell completely under his spell. If he wanted to see a certain colour of red, he would take a Concorde to China and go see a parade. In that period he was really, really strong and his fragrance made him incredibly wealthy. From ’88 to ’98, he had his finger on the pulse more than anyone else in fashion. Why was he coming to New York so much? He was bored with the aesthetic repetition of Paris. At that point his entire social life was seated dinners with half men and half women and everyone dressed in Mugler, telling him, ‘Yes, you’re the greatest’. He needed to shake things up and find new inspiration, and he found us. We were all wild kids that lived ‘pedal to the metal’. It was really exciting because he took all of our suggestions seriously and could really make anything happen. He would ask, ‘Who’s really making a wave in pop-culture right now?’ And I’d tell him, ‘Everyone is in love with Traci Lords and Crybaby and the next thing you know, Traci Lords was on the runway. I was about 22 and he was 40. It was funny, we used to take a limousine that was a block long to Boy Bar. For a while, his New York family actually equalled his Paris court. Did he dress in his own clothes? He actually was the caricature of the Mugler man. I always felt that I could be brutally honest with him because I had nothing to lose. He once showed me a couple of the tapes from his shows so I told him, ‘The only thing that’s not incredibly excellent is the music’. At that time, fashion show soundtracks were either disco or classical. Those were our two options. Maybe, jazz if you were really feeling wild… (Laughs). So he said, ‘OK, you want to take the challenge. Here are the different themes for my next show’. So in ‘91 he invited me to Paris and we did a burlesque themed show starring Diana Ross, and everyone thought that it was the most revolting thing that they had ever seen in their entire life. Were you fired? No, it became the beginning of a new era for him. His Vampire and Atlantis collections had both done amazingly well. And by the third time we collaborated he was comfortable with my perspective and let me include all these odd bits of music. Some of my choices then, I would never dare do today. Like when in 1991 when I played Welcome to the Jungle by Guns n’ Roses as the woman that was about to become the First Lady of France walked the run way. At another show I used all this super racist, Chinese music from the ‘50s because the theme was ‘Hong Kong Honky Tonk’. Are you still friends? You said he loaned you money. He’s always been super, super generous with me and he’s just always been the most amazing guy, but unfortunately, when he became Manfred Mugler he started to pull away from most of us. That’s too bad. So now you know nothing about the apartment and everything about me. Perfect. As a nightlife veteran do you have any parting wisdom for the new kids? My advice for living in New York is to keep your overhead low. Also, this city is an endurance test. If you don’t pace yourself you’ll burn out. That elasticity that you have when you’re in your 20s really ends. After that you have to have six drinks instead of 20, and if you’re gonna do drugs, do them once a month. You have to realise your health and your time are extremely important.

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