#and Liam was never considered charming

[lover-of-mine]

Per your post about Gale, I think it boils down to the fact that Liam Hemsworth is charmless. I remember that during the first Hunger Games movie era a lot of people really did like Gale and wanted to see him with Katniss, this was also right after Liam and Miley got engaged. But then they had broke up and a lot of people blamed Liam for Miley's "spiral" in 2013/2014 and the release of Wrecking Ball and all of this coinciding with the release of the remaining movies, his reputation never quite recovered so no one really had sympathy for Gale because he had the face of the guy that seemingly destroyed America's sweetheart. Not to mention this was also the height of Chris Hemsworth's career and between Liam and Chris, Chris is just more attractive and charming and Liam just looked like a dude struggling and failing to get out of his much more talented older brother's shadow, like a nepotism baby almost (even though Liam was the first of the two to really be "famous" because of his relationship to Miley.)

This makes a lot of sense, actually, the drama with Miley definitely didn't help and he really doesn't have Chris' charm (or talent) so things never looked good for him. I think there's also the way that even during the hunger games promo, Josh was such a compelling presence that his charm completely eclipsed Liam too. There was nothing trying to make us go for Gale. Not in the series or with Liam. I think you're right, he wasn't an appealing person, no matter how objectively hot he is, and things kept stacking against him.

[rosypenguins]

Hello I need to talk about these stinkers again.

Specifically, I need to talk about the fact that they are BULLIES. Because I feel like a lot of people (including myself) fall into the trap of ONLY focusing on either their dynamic with each other, or their dynamic with others in a world where everyone’s friends. Nothing’s wrong with that, I love focusing on those aspects as much as the next, but I also feel like the fact these 4 are bullies gets kinda glossed over, and it’s something I want to talk about. Because they’re stinky little shits. Who do stinky little things.

(FYI I do not condone these boys’ actions, but I will analyze the hell out of them because character studies are my favorite thing.)

Anyways with that out of the way I am now going to break down how they bully others, and why they bully others.

First, these losers. Their actions can be summarized in a single sentence: They act like Freshmen.

Anyone who’s gone to a public high school can hopefully understand what I mean. Freshmen boys tend to be the one’s who cause the most trouble. The ones who mess with people purely for shits and giggles. And despite Liam and Henry being Juniors, they’re so Freshmen coded it’s not even funny.

I feel these two lack the self-awareness to truly understand how their actions affect other people, so they’re constantly finding new ways to mess with people and get on their nerves. They don’t care if someone gets upset or uncomfortable. They don’t care about invading people’s privacy. They don’t care how their words affect others. Because it’s not hurting them. And as long as it’s not hurting them, it’s funny.

Drawing from my own experiences with Freshmen, I feel these two would follow behind strangers uncomfortably close. They’re the type to go up to random people and say ‘Hey, rate my friend.’ Or ‘Hey, my friend thinks you’re cute.’ But do not mean it in the slightest. They’re the type to throw random snack bags at kids purely for how they dress or act. Because they think it’s funny. And they don’t care what other’s think.

Now for Jake, the victim of bullying himself. Hot take: He’d be the WORST out of the four.

Because Jake knows what hurts the most. He knows how to cut deep, because other’s have cut him deep. He draws from his experience. He says stuff that he remembers other’s saying to him. And he’s does this all for the sake of his friends approval.

Because these are his first real friends. And without them, he’d go back to being a pathetic loner no one else wanted. He’s so desperate for the approval of his new friends he’s willing to abandon his own morals for them. But I do believe he has a limit. He’d never actively invade someone’s privacy. (Considering how he prevented Liam from doing so in the Comic Episode.) And I also cannot see him harming someone in any form. But other than that, Jake’s arguably the scariest out of the four.

I feel like this aspect combined with his charming playboy persona kinda gives him this ‘illusive bad boy’ reputation, even if that’s not who he truly is. So he’s essentially trapped parading around as someone he’s not.

Finally, Drew. Infamous for his ability to turn the word ‘freak’ into a slur.

I don’t view Drew as the meanest of the bunch, nor do I view him as some intimidating final boss either. To me, he’s more of a ringleader. Someone who controls the others, while doing very little himself.

He’s typically the one to instigate, then sit back and laugh as he watches the others do the rest. He’s eggs the others on occasionally, but ultimately, he’s more like an amused bystander. Consider the way he sat back and watched as Liam and Henry messed around in the clubroom in Episode 8, and consider the way he essentially did nothing but laugh as he watched Henry and Liam throw Hailey’s book around in the Comic Episode. Both times, he set the target on Hailey, only to sit back and watch as Henry and Liam did the rest.

However, Drew can absolutely be ruthless when he wants to, at least verbally. Because I believe what Zander said in Episode 2 holds a lot of truth to it: “They’re a walking reflection of their insecurities.”

I’ve already made several posts about Drew’s family issues, his codependency, and his overall lack of self-worth and loneliness, so I won’t be repeating them but my goodness is this boy an insecure mess.

He calls Hailey a control freak, yet is constantly shown trying to control Jake by pushing him away from the club. He tells Hailey to ‘get lost and know where she’s not wanted’ likely because he struggles feeling unwanted. He calls Hailey’s whole music concert worthless without Jake, because he feels worthless without Jake.

Drew and Jake are actually rather similar if you really think about it. Both are implied to have low self-esteem and abandonment issues, and both mask it by pretending to be more confident. But how they deal with their issues is where they begin differ, and this further reflects in their reasons for picking on others.

Jake is always changing himself for others, because he doesn’t know if he’ll truly be accepted for being himself. And the only reason he bullies others is because he feels he has to. Drew, meanwhile, finds ways to make himself seem like the best option. He’s constantly buying his friends expensive gifts, and talks down others to make himself look better by comparison. He does nothing to change himself, unlike Jake.

TLDR: Henry and Liam are Freshmen, Jake’s scary and I clearly cannot talk about Drew without spreading my Druffering propaganda. Have a good day. :3

[moriartyluver]

Can we get vampire william james moriarty x reader?🙏🏻

A/N: vampire liam is so 🛐 would let him suck my blood. Anyways, in honour of Halloween 🤭

Character(s): William James Moriarty x gn! reader

Prompt: Vampire William James Moriarty

Format: headcannons

Genre: miscellaneous/ mildly spicy

Warnings: blood, vampires, reader’s gender isn’t specified, mildly nsfw but it’s mostly me being silly. Vampires can see sunlight it just makes them feel a bit faint. Also they’re allergic to garlic but it doesn’t kill them for the sake of the fic

This man is so fine no matter what but as a vampire???? 🤭

When you first met, he wasn’t like Edward from twilight and trying not to devour you or something but you did attract his attention and smelt nice to him.

He was more attracted to your personality though, not so much the scent of your blood. Don’t get me wrong though, he’d love a bite but he’s a respectful gentleman and wouldn’t say that aloud.

He might keep an eye on your for a bit before you start courting, as a bat. You’d see this silly little bat appearing on your windowsill every night after your first meeting and all it does it watch you. Sometimes he watches you as you sleep considering vampires are a little nocturnal. I mean, he doesn’t sleep much anyways, vampire or not. And when a pretty girl is added to the equation? Yeah no chance.

He definitely has a very vampy appearance, but you don’t think much of it first, when you bump into the handsome stranger at a ball. He asks you to dance, so hesitant you might’ve assumed he was shy.

Dark red eyes and sharp teeth? Aswell as a very chiselled and slim face? Nah, just hot. Nothing to see here.

Obviously he charms you quickly, but before he can even bring up marriage (because that’s what you did back then when a girl was attractive. You asked to marry her after meeting her three times) , he doesn’t know whether to tell you the truth about his situation.

When he does, you don’t exactly care too much. Is it even a flaw at this point? Regardless, you still love him because it’s William fucking Moriarty, who wouldn’t?

Anyways, when you are in a relationship, whether it be betrothed or married, he tried to force a distance between the two of you, out of fear he may lose control and kill you

If he wants your blood, he won’t ask and try to survive off animals, but honestly, if you matched his freak, you might just offer your neck up.

It takes some convincing but he eventually gives in to his impulses and sucks a decent amount of blood out of your neck (wow that’s hot)

I feel like he’d be afraid of what would happen to him after you die. He’s immortal, and you aren’t. You might offer to change, but he doesn’t want to curse you with becoming a vampire.

I can imagine a sort of meeting in every life thing, with Liam. Like as if you keep getting reincarnated, he finds you every time, and then you eventually die.

He might decide to be selfish and let you be immortal with him, after all those times of having to watch you die whilst he continues to love you. It’s more worth it in his eyes to make you suffer with him than continue to watch you suffer for the rest of eternity. That’s when he finally turns you into a vampire. And you never get bored of him.

[biblical-chronicles]

Second-best

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where a pregnancy scare after an evening together brings the reader and Liam together, leaving her previous feelings for Noel behind.

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The warm hum of vinyl spinning on your record player filled the small apartment, a comforting backdrop to the quiet ache in your chest. You sat curled on the couch, your hands wrapped around a brew that had long since gone lukewarm. Rubber Soul was playing—a gift from Noel that you’d put on out of habit more than anything. The familiar melodies didn’t soothe you the way they usually did. Instead, they stirred the swirling confusion you’d been trying to ignore.

Noel Gallagher. The man was impossible to pin down, like smoke slipping through your fingers. He had a way of looking at you that felt like he saw everything, but then he’d pull back, throw up a wall, and leave you second-guessing yourself. Were you imagining it? Or was there something real in the charged silences and the way his hand would linger on yours for just a beat too long?

It wasn’t as though you were sure of your own feelings, either. That was the maddening part. You’d spent countless nights turning it over in your head, trying to figure out what it was you wanted, but the answers never came. Instead, you were left in this limbo, stuck between hope and uncertainty, between wanting more and fearing it.

Liam, meanwhile, wasn’t pondering much of anything. Thinking too hard never got him anywhere good, so he avoided it whenever possible. Except for when it came to you. You. His best mate’s potential bird—or maybe not. The lines were blurry there, weren’t they? But that didn’t matter because he’d been mad for you for years now. Ever since the first time you’d walked into the pub, arms crossed and chin tilted like you were daring anyone to take you on. He’d been taken on sight, and that was the start of it.

He couldn’t ever tell you, though. Not properly. Liam Gallagher could talk a mile a minute, could charm a crowd with his confidence and a cheeky grin, but you? You made him tongue-tied. Not that he’d admit it. Still, he hated the distance that had crept between you two lately. He wasn’t sure if it was because you were spending more time with Noel or if he was pulling back out of self-preservation. Either way, it was shite.

That’s why he was here now, pacing the pavement outside your building like some lovesick knob, kicking at stones and cursing himself. “Just knock on the bloody door, Gallagher,” he muttered under his breath. “She’s not gonna bite, is she?” But what if you didn’t want to see him? What if Noel was already inside? The thought made his stomach turn, but he couldn’t keep away.

The cold December air nipped at his cheeks, and he shoved his hands deep into his pockets, finally mustering the nerve to approach the steps to your building. He took them two at a time, each one punctuated by a breath of self-reassurance. It was just a visit. No big deal.

A sharp knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts. You blinked, setting the mug on the coffee table and glancing toward the door. It was late, and you weren’t expecting anyone. For a moment, you considered ignoring it, but curiosity got the better of you.

You padded across the room, pulling your cardigan tighter around you. When you opened the door, your breath caught in surprise.

“Evenin’, love.” Liam stood there, hands shoved into the pockets of his coat, his face flushed from the cold. His hair was wind-tousled, and the faintest smirk played on his lips.

“Liam?” you said, blinking at him. “What are you doing here?”

He shrugged, his casual demeanor not quite hiding the nervous energy beneath. “Figured I’d pop by. Been a while, hasn’t it?” His eyes flickered to yours, warm and searching, before he glanced past you into the apartment.

You stepped aside without thinking, letting him in. “Yeah, it has,” you said, closing the door behind him.

Liam walked into the room with his usual confidence, though there was something softer about him tonight. He glanced around, taking in the familiar space, before turning back to you with a crooked grin.

“Still got that old record player, I see. Nice choice.” He gestured to the spinning vinyl.

“It’s a classic,” you replied, leaning against the arm of the couch.

“True that,” he said, settling onto the cushions with an ease that made it feel like he belonged there. His legs stretched out in front of him, and he leaned back, arms resting along the back of the couch. “You look… cozy,” he added, his gaze flickering over your oversized sweater and jeans.

“Is that your way of saying I look a mess?” you teased, arching an eyebrow at him.

“Nah, you look beautiful. Always do.” The way he said it was casual, but there was a sincerity in his tone that made your cheeks warm.

For a moment, you couldn’t respond. The words settled into the silence between you, soft but heavy, like a stone dropping into still water. Your lips parted, but no sound came out, and your mind scrambled for a reply that never came. Instead, your gaze lingered on him, almost involuntarily.

It wasn’t as though you’d never noticed Liam before. He was impossible to ignore, with that magnetic mix of confidence and vulnerability that made people flock to him. But now, under the soft light of your apartment, with his sharp features softened by something unspoken, he seemed different. More real.

The curve of his jaw, the way his blue eyes glinted even in the low light, the slight scruff that framed his lips—it all struck you at once, like a bolt out of nowhere. You couldn’t explain it, not even to yourself, but something in the way he was looking at you, like you were the only thing in the room worth noticing, flipped a switch in you.

Without thinking, without hesitating, you leaned in closer. He blinked, caught off guard by your sudden movement, and you saw his lips part, like he was about to say something. But whatever it was, you didn’t let him.

Your hands reached for his shirt, curling into the soft fabric, and before you could second-guess yourself, you tugged him toward you, pressing your lips to his.

Liam made a soft, surprised sound, his body tensing for the briefest of moments. But then his hands came up, one cupping the back of your head, the other settling on your waist, pulling you closer as he kissed you back.

And God, could he kiss.

It wasn’t careful nor hesitant—it was Liam through and through, all-in and unapologetic. His lips moved against yours with a mix of hunger and tenderness that sent a shiver down your spine. You felt the press of his fingers at your waist tighten slightly, as though he was grounding himself, and his other hand tangled gently in your hair, keeping you close.

The kiss deepened, and you didn’t even realize you were leaning back until your back hit the couch. Liam seemed to notice at the same time, and without breaking the kiss, he guided you down, his movements more deliberate now.

You found yourself on the cushions, with Liam leaning over you, his weight braced on one arm as the other hand continued to trace your waist. His touch wasn’t hurried; it was steady, like he was memorizing the moment, but there was a tension in the way his lips moved against yours, like he’d been holding this back for far too long.

When you finally broke apart to catch your breath, he stayed close, his forehead resting lightly against yours. His warm breath fanned across your lips, and his eyes fluttered open, dark and unreadable.

“Bloody hell,” he muttered, his voice low and a little unsteady. A crooked grin tugged at his lips, though his gaze stayed serious. “Didn’t see that comin’, love.”

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. “I… I don’t know what came over me.”

“Not complainin’,” he murmured, his hand still at your waist. He leaned back slightly, just enough to look at you properly, his grin fading into something softer. “But… you alright? I mean, you sure about this?”

The question caught you off guard, but the genuine concern in his voice melted some of the nervous tension coiling in your chest. He wasn’t teasing, not now. He was giving you an out if you wanted it.

But you didn’t.

Your hands were still curled into his shirt, and you tugged him closer again, your voice steadier now. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

That was all he needed to hear. His grin returned, though it was softer now, more relieved than cocky, and he leaned back in, capturing your lips in another kiss. This one was slower, less rushed, but just as electric.

As the kiss deepened, you felt his weight shift, his hand at your waist moving to cup your hip, his thumb brushing lightly over the fabric of your sweater. His movements were deliberate but unhurried, like he wanted to take his time with you, savor every second.

You lost track of how long you stayed like that, wrapped up in him, your fingers threading through his hair as his lips mapped out every curve of yours. It wasn’t just the kiss—it was the way his hands moved like he couldn’t quite decide where he wanted to touch you most, the way he’d pause just long enough to look at you with that soft, smitten expression that made your heart ache in the best way.

It wasn’t perfect—his stubble scratched at your skin, and your legs were starting to cramp from the awkward position on the couch—but none of it mattered. For the first time in what felt like forever, the hollow ache of loneliness and uncertainty faded, replaced by the steady warmth of his presence.

Liam finally pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours again, his breath coming in shallow bursts. “Alright,” he muttered, his voice tinged with a mixture of awe and disbelief. “You’re full of surprises, you are.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, your fingers still tangled in his hair. “So are you.”

He grinned at that, the mischievous glint returning to his eyes. “Yeah, well, I’m full of summat’, that’s for sure.” he said as he resumed exploring you with his hands.

Your body felt electrified, each touch of Liam’s hands sending ripples of warmth through you that seemed to radiate from your very core. It was like every nerve in your body had been waiting, screaming for connection, and now—finally—you were being seen, felt, and cherished in a way you hadn’t even realized you were craving so desperately. Every move he made felt instinctual, as though he knew exactly what you needed and was more than eager to give it to you.

There was no hesitation, no holding back. The world outside your apartment could have crumbled, and you wouldn’t have cared. Liam was here, and he was the only thing on your mind. His energy was infectious, his every action charged with an excited intensity that only made your pulse race faster. His childlike grin as he peeled away the layers of your clothes wasn’t just endearing—it was disarming.

“Alright, love,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing as his hands slipped beneath the hem of your sweater. The way his fingers brushed your skin as he lifted it over your head left a trail of fire in their wake. He discarded the garment without ceremony, his eyes flickering over you with a look that was equal parts admiration and hunger.

“Been dreamin’ about this,” he said, his tone carrying a rough honesty that sent a shiver through you. His words weren’t just a compliment—they were a confession, raw and unfiltered.

His hands found your waist next, his grip firm but careful, like he couldn’t bear to let go. The moment his fingers brushed against your bare skin, your breath hitched, and you felt your heart pounding against your ribs. Liam grinned at your reaction, the kind of grin that lit up his entire face, making him look impossibly more handsome.

“God, you’re summat’ else,” he muttered, his voice a little breathless as he leaned in to press his lips to your shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses that made your knees weak. Each press of his lips felt deliberate, like he wanted to savor every second of this as much as you did.

His hands moved to the clasp of your bra, fumbling slightly as he worked to undo it. There was a brief pause, and then the fabric fell away, leaving you bare to his gaze. Liam pulled back just enough to take you in, his eyes dark and full of something that made your pulse race even more.

“You’re bloody gorgeous, y’know that?” he said, his voice low but full of conviction. His hands skimmed up your sides, his touch reverent, and the way he looked at you made you feel like the only person in the world.

You couldn’t hold back the soft moan that escaped your lips, and it was as if the sound snapped something in him. His head shot up, his dark eyes locking onto yours, and for a moment, he simply stared at you, his expression equal parts awe and disbelief.

“Do that again,” he murmured, his voice a little rougher now.

“Liam,” you breathed, his name slipping out unbidden as his hands and lips continued their work, teasing and exploring.

He groaned softly, the sound low and guttural, and you felt it vibrate against your skin. “You’ve no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” he said, his voice thick with emotion and something deeper, something raw.

His words made your heart clench and your breath catch in your throat. You reached for him, your hands finding his face and pulling him back up to you, capturing his lips in a kiss that was just as intense as the one before. There was something desperate about it now, a shared urgency that neither of you could ignore.

He pressed you back against the couch, his weight settling over you as his hands began to roam again, exploring every curve and contour with a hunger that made your pulse race. His kisses grew deeper, more insistent, and you could feel the heat of his skin through the thin layers that still separated you.

“Liam,” you murmured again, your voice a little breathless as your fingers tangled in his hair.

“Yeah, love?” he said, his tone teasing but his expression anything but.

“Don’t stop,” you whispered, the words slipping out before you could think twice.

“Wasn’t plannin’ on it,” he replied with a smirk, his lips curving into that signature grin of his. But his eyes stayed soft, his gaze full of a tenderness that made your chest ache in the best way.

He shifted slightly, his hands moving lower as he began to tug at the waistband of your jeans. His movements were eager but careful, as though he didn’t want to rush the moment even as his excitement threatened to get the better of him. He glanced up at you once more, his grin turning into a softer smile.

“You alright?” he asked, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant.

You nodded, your fingers brushing over his cheek. “Yeah, I’m alright. Better than alright.”

And in that moment, everything else faded away. There were no questions, no lingering doubts—just the two of you, caught in something that felt impossible to define. The night unfolded in a blur of heat and connection, leaving behind a shared intimacy that felt as though it should mean more, yet you both understood it for what it was.

By the time the morning light began to stream through the blinds, the quiet stillness that surrounded you was almost comforting. Liam stayed for a little while longer, his warmth lingering in the air even after he’d gone. You’d told yourself it was just one night, that it was better not to overthink it.

But now, three weeks had passed since that night, and the memory still lingered in your mind. There were moments when it felt like it had all happened in another life, a fleeting escape from the dull routine of your lonesome everyday. But then there were the quiet moments, the moments when you’d catch yourself thinking about it, about him—the way his hands had held you, the warmth of his lips, and the way he made you feel like you were the only person in the world, even if just for a night.

It wasn’t supposed to matter, right? A one-night thing, no strings, no commitments, you weren't even sure why exactly you did do it. Yet, now, in the calm of your apartment, there was a certain unease in your chest that you couldn’t shake.

The panic set in quietly at first, a dull fluttering in your stomach. But then it grew, creeping its way into your thoughts until it consumed them entirely. You were late.

You hadn’t thought much about it before—life had been busy. But now that you sat there, staring blankly at the calendar on your phone, the reality hit you hard. Your period was late—by almost a week.

The initial thought was almost laughable. Of course, you were late. You’d been stressed, you hadn’t been eating right, hadn’t been getting enough sleep. The night with Liam—that night—had been wild, impulsive, and messy, but it had been one night. It wasn’t supposed to matter.

But as you continued to stare at the date, the uncertainty grew. A tight knot formed in your chest, and your hands began to shake. You could almost hear the sound of your heartbeat in your ears, pulsing with anxiety.

What if…?

You pushed the thought away, desperate to focus on the rational side of your mind, the side that told you it was probably nothing. You’d been in situations before where your period had been delayed, where stress had caused it to be late. But this time, something felt different.

Grabbing your phone, you found yourself searching for the nearest pharmacy, your fingers trembling as you typed in the address for a nearby store. The thought of seeing a positive test, of having a life change in an instant, was enough to make your stomach twist with nerves. What would you do? What would he do?

A cold sweat broke out across your forehead, and you found yourself standing up, pacing the room, as if moving would somehow calm the whirlwind of thoughts racing through your head.

ou found yourself pacing in frantic circles around your apartment, the weight of the what-ifs pressing heavier with each step. The phone sat on the table, taunting you, as if daring you to take the leap. Should I tell him? The thought made your stomach twist. Liam deserved to know—but the idea of saying the words out loud made your chest tighten with nerves.

Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore. You grabbed your phone with shaky hands, scrolling down to his name. Your thumb hovered over the call button for a moment before you forced yourself to press it. The ringing seemed to stretch on forever until his familiar voice cut through the silence.

“Alright, love?” Liam’s voice was casual, but there was a warmth to it, the kind that made your chest ache.

You swallowed hard, your throat dry. “Hey, uh… Liam. You got a minute?”

“Yeah, course I do. What’s up?” His tone shifted slightly, a hint of curiosity creeping in.

You hesitated, the words sticking in your throat. Finally, you forced them out. “I, um… I think I might be late. Like, latelate.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and you could practically hear the gears turning in his head. “Late?” he repeated, his voice quiet now. “As in…?”

“Yeah.” Your voice was barely above a whisper. “I just thought you should know. I’m gonna take a test to be sure, but I—” You exhaled shakily. “I didn’t want to keep you in the dark.”

Liam was silent for a beat, and when he finally spoke, his voice was softer than you’d ever heard it. “Right… yeah, no, uh… cheers for tellin’ me. Guess I didn’t see that comin’.”

“Me neither,” you said with a nervous laugh that didn’t quite reach your chest.

He cleared his throat, the sound awkward and a little unsure. “Do you… want me to come over? Be there with ya?”

You shook your head, even though he couldn’t see you. “No, it’s okay. I think I just need a little time to process it on my own. I’ll let you know as soon as I find out anything.”

“Alright,” he said, though there was a faint trace of hesitation in his voice. “But you call me, yeah? Don’t go through all this on your own.”

“I will,” you promised. “Thanks, Liam.”

“Yeah, no worries. Take care, love.”

When the call ended, Liam stared at his phone for a long moment, his heart pounding in his chest. He ran a hand through his hair, pacing the length of his flat. The news had shaken him—of course it had—but there was something else beneath the panic, something that surprised even him.

A small part of him—selfish, irrational—couldn’t help but feel a flicker of excitement at the possibility. He’d been in love with you for what felt like forever, even if he’d never found the words to tell you. And the idea of something binding you together, something undeniable, stirred a strange warmth in his chest.

“Bloody hell,” he muttered to himself, flopping onto the couch. He knew it wasn’t fair to feel this way, especially not now. But as much as he tried to push it away, he couldn’t help but think that maybe this could finally break whatever connection you still had with Noel.

Back in your apartment, you stared at the two test kits sitting on the counter, your hands trembling as you finally gathered the courage to take them. The minutes that followed felt like hours, each second ticking by with agonizing slowness.

When the results appeared, your heart leapt with relief. Negative. Both of them.

A laugh bubbled out of you, half-hysterical with the weight of your panic finally lifting. You reached for your phone immediately, dialing Liam’s number without hesitation.

“Liam!” you said as soon as he answered.

“Yeah, what’s goin’ on?” he asked, his voice tinged with nervousness.

“It’s negative!” you blurted out, the excitement in your voice spilling over. “Both tests were negative. I’m not pregnant.”

There was a brief pause, and then Liam’s voice came through, carefully measured. “Well, that’s a relief, innit? Bet you’re feelin’ a lot better now.”

“I am,” you admitted, a grin spreading across your face. “I’m so sorry for worrying you. I just—everything felt so overwhelming, and I didn’t know what to do.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it,” he said, though there was a tightness in his tone. “You did the right thing tellin’ me. Glad it’s sorted.”

Your mind raced, eager to shake off the lingering tension. “How about we celebrate? Everyone’s going out tonight—we could join them, have a drink, toast to dodging a bullet.”

He let out a laugh, though it sounded a little forced. “Yeah, alright. Sounds like a plan.”

As the call ended, Liam set his phone down with a sigh, his feelings more conflicted than he wanted to admit. Relief, sure—but that tiny flicker of hope he’d let himself feel was harder to shake off.

Even as he smiled at the idea of seeing you again tonight, part of him couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment.

The pub was already buzzing with life when you arrived, laughter and chatter spilling into the chilly evening air every time the door opened. It was a warm, welcoming atmosphere, but your nerves hadn’t quite settled yet. The weight of the last couple of weeks still hung over you, even if things had technically worked out for the best.

You spotted Noel at a corner table, pint in hand, his sharp eyes scanning the room. He saw you almost immediately and gave you a small wave, motioning for you to join him.

“Alright, then?” Noel asked as you sat down, his tone easy and relaxed.

“Yeah, all good,” you replied, managing a small smile.

You exchanged pleasantries, easing into a casual conversation. Despite the occasional barbed comment or sarcastic quip, Noel had a way of drawing you in, making you laugh at the absurdities of life. His dry humor and laid-back charm were comforting, and before long, you found yourself leaning in slightly, your hand landing on his shoulder as you chuckled at one of his jokes.

That’s when Liam walked in.

He had been running late, distracted and hesitant about coming out at all, but the promise of seeing you had been enough to drag him here. The moment his eyes landed on you, though, his excitement evaporated.

There you were, laughing with Noel, looking at him in that way Liam had always dreamed of being looked at by you. And then your hand—your bloody hand—rested lightly on Noel’s shoulder as if it belonged there. The same hand that was all over him not so long ago.

A pang shot through Liam’s chest, sharp and unwelcome. He clenched his fists, willing himself to stay calm, to not care. But he did care, more than he wanted to admit, and that made it worse.

With a loud thud, Liam pushed the door open and stormed out into the cold night air. The sound caught your attention, your laughter dying in your throat as you turned to see him disappear through the exit.

“What’s he done now?” Noel muttered, rolling his eyes as he sipped his pint. “Has he forgotten how to use a door? Always the drama with him.”

You only half-registered Noel’s comment, your attention fixed on the door. Something in the way Liam had left didn’t sit right with you. “I’ll be back,” you said quickly, standing up before Noel could say anything more.

Outside, Liam sat on a bench near the entrance, his hands buried in his pockets and his head bowed against the cold. The chill bit at his skin, but he didn’t care. It wasn’t the weather that had him shaking—it was the ache in his chest, the overwhelming sense that he was always going to be second-best.

He tilted his head back, staring up at the night sky, trying to blink away the tears threatening to spill. His thoughts spun in circles: What was the point? How could he ever compete with Noel? The selfish hope he’d harbored during the scare, the tiny flicker of joy at the thought of being tied to you forever, now felt foolish and pathetic.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t hear the door creak open or the sound of your footsteps approaching.

“Liam?”

Your voice broke through the haze, soft and concerned. He stiffened, keeping his gaze fixed on the ground, unwilling to let you see the state he was in.

“Are you alright?” you asked, stepping closer.

He didn’t respond, didn’t even look at you. But you weren’t about to let him sit out here alone. Moving in front of him, you crouched slightly, your eyes searching his face.

When he finally looked up at you, the sight broke your heart. His eyes were glossy, a single tear slipping down his cheek before he could stop it.

“Liam,” you whispered, your chest tightening. Without thinking, you leaned in and wrapped your arms around him. He stiffened at first, but then he let himself sink into the embrace, his head resting against your shoulder.

“It’s alright,” you murmured, trying to soothe him. “It’s all over now. You don’t have to worry anymore.”

But Liam pulled back slightly, his voice quiet and raw. “What if I didn’t want it to be over?”

You froze, his words taking a moment to sink in. “What are you on about?”

He exhaled shakily, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to find the right words. “I’ve been in love with you for ages,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “And when you told me about the scare, yeah, I was bricking it at first. But… there was this part of me, this stupid part, that didn’t hate the idea. The idea of… you and me, of having summat real.”

Your breath hitched as you stared at him, your mind reeling.

“And then I come in tonight,” he continued, his voice trembling, “and there you are, with him. Laughin’, touching his shoulder like it’s bloody second nature. And I just… I couldn’t stay.” He looked away, his jaw tight. “It’s daft, innit? Me, thinking I ever had a chance, gettin' jealous of a bird that's not even mine.”

You reached for his hand, your grip firm. “Liam, stop.”

He looked at you then, his eyes filled with pain.

“I’m sorry,” you said, your voice thick with emotion. “I’m sorry for not calling you sooner. Not just because of the scare, but because you deserved better than to be left out like that. And I’m sorry if I’ve ever made you feel like you didn’t have a chance.”

Liam’s brows furrowed, his expression a mix of confusion and hope.

“I’ve been chasing summat with Noel that’s never going to happen,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “And maybe it took this for me to see that. But you—you’ve been here all along, haven’t you? Showing me what love actually looks like.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you leaned closer, your voice soft. “If you’ll give me a chance, I’d like to try. With you.”

Liam blinked, as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. “You mean that?”

You nodded, a small, tearful smile breaking through.

A slow grin spread across his face, one that was so purely Liam it made your heart ache. “Well, ‘bout bloody time, innit?”

You laughed through your tears, and before you could say another word, he pulled you into a kiss. It was soft and warm and everything you hadn’t realized you’d been searching for.

When you finally pulled away, he smirked, his usual cheeky demeanor returning. “Guess I should be chargin’ rent for all the space I’ve been takin’ up in your head, eh?”

You rolled your eyes, playfully shoving his shoulder. “Let’s get you back inside before you catch a cold, Gallagher.”

As you pulled Liam to his feet, his hand lingered in yours, the warmth of his touch sending a soft flutter through your chest. His grin was back but his eyes still held that quiet sincerity that made your heart skip.

“You’re really not gonna let me sit out here and brood, are ya?” he teased, though there was no malice in his tone.

“Nope,” you said, flashing him a small smile. “Brooding doesn’t suit you, Liam. Besides, someone’s got to make sure you don’t freeze to death.”

He smirked, giving your hand a light squeeze as he followed you back toward the door. “Right, and here I was thinkin’ you just wanted me warm enough to keep givin’ you a hard time.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t fight the grin tugging at your lips. “Don’t push your luck, love”

As you both stepped back into the pub, the warmth of the room and the hum of laughter greeted you, but none of it mattered as much as the way Liam looked at you—like he couldn’t believe you were real.

“You know,” he said, leaning close enough for only you to hear, “I could get used to this.”

“Used to what?” you asked, tilting your head.

“You.” His grin softened, and he shrugged, a little shy but still very much Liam. “You pickin’ me.”

Your cheeks flushed as his words sank in, and without thinking, you stood on your tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “I already have.”

His eyes sparkled, and his grin turned downright giddy. “Careful now, love. Keep this up, and I might start thinkin’ you fancy me or summat.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Come on, Gallagher. Let’s grab a drink and celebrate… properly this time.”

As you tugged him toward the bar, Liam’s laughter echoed behind you, his hand firmly in yours. For the first time in ages, everything felt simple. It felt right. And you couldn’t wait to see where it would take you.

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Right, this one’s a bit of a long ‘un, but I proper loved the prompt, so here’s hopin’ you lot enjoy what came of it, yeah? xx

Not gonna lie, breakin’ Liam’s heart nearly did me in—I had to sack it off halfway through just to breathe, but we got there in the end. So here it is, you lovely lot—enjoy!

[meyhew]

I never understood the amount of hate that Liam got for the "the band was built around me" comment. If we know that Simon flew Louis out alone to give him a talking too, then there is also an extreme likelihood that they did the same to Liam too. Considering how he was seen as "dad" of the group I would not be surprised if they basically told him privately "We built this band around you, don't let them mess up or it all fall back on you". They put pressure on him when he was just a kid and the strain never left him

the thing is, that statement is literally true. he wasn’t being egotistic when he said that, we know that is what happened. things changed later on as the band dynamics unfolded and people responded differently to different members; harry always had a natural charm and charisma in front of the camera that the others simply didn’t. they grew into it while he had it from day 1. but it doesn’t change the fact that liam was told that the band was created with him at the center of it. and even if it wasn’t true, they were five kids who went into their auditions with the intention of being solo artists. if at some point they felt like they were cheated out of something, i couldn’t blame them. they were kids. i just wish people had more compassion

[fantastical-euphoria]

this was me at a one direction concert back in 2014. had myself a blast (besides the last half bucketing down rain). little did i realize just how much this band was going to shape my life, and my tenure on this wonderful place called the internet.

i became massively obsessed over all the boys, harry especially. i thought they were always wonderful people, sunshine and happiness all around. just straight up good people.

i always put my faith in harry, louis, and niall. fan testimonies were off the charts, always stating how amazing they were. zayn i questioned for only a time, but i know now that i was reading too much into it and the golden rule has always been to never fully trust anything you read on the internet. i’m wary of this and have been a sceptic in many, many cases/articles.

now, what i never questioned or considered was liam. he was kind of a wild card for me. i initially thought that he, too, had the same wonderful lovely demeanor as the rest of the boys. they’re british lads, young, so typically you’d stereotype them as innocent charming bucks that are too easy to fall head over heels over.

just these past couple years, that image i had formerly painted for liam has since been tarnished. i feel safe in saying that liam did it to himself. he was the igniter of his own downfall. it wasn’t the fans. *it wasn’t maya.* did his former management and current management play some type of role in it? possibly and probably.

still, i’ll echo what millions of others are typing at the moment, this was far too sudden, far too soon. i didn’t expect any of what was being published on the internet to get to his head that fast, let alone that much. the mental toll that this, *all* this, has taken on him, coupled with addiction torment that he has clearly been battling for a few good years now, is probably the most lethal combo out there. it can lead to what the articles were describing. aggression. that’s not the liam that so so many of us knew. it was the drugs. it was the alcohol. it was the mental drainage. still, we know that the past cannot be erased and his actions are still irreversible, and abuse/assault can never be forgiven.

i cannot imagine the weight that’s setting in on his whole family, and his young son who now has to grow up without a father figure in his life. i cannot imagine how his management is feeling right now. but most importantly of all, i cannot imagine how the boys are feeling. they just lost a brother. they will always remember/commemorate him as their lifelong brother. i cannot even BEGIN to imagine them in tuxes at liam’s funeral… if they even decide to show up. i highly doubt zayn or harry will. if anyone, louis and/or niall, because they’ve been the more actively and vocally supportive of him. i expect all of them to post at least some little thing about this, however, knowing their history of being respectful.

as the days, months, weeks, and years pass, we are slowly watching this grim reality of a disintegrating childhood and, at least for me, teenage-hood unfold before our eyes. this definitely has been one of the more devastating blows. as much as i somewhat anticipated it… i never expected it to come so soon.

i know the fact that this will never become a reality will forever haunt us. if one direction hasn’t been scarred enough in their tenure, this will definitely feel like a gaping gunshot wound.

i’m still reeling, and i’m still processing this. for those who have checked in on me, thank you. for those that i’ve checked on, understand that i’ll still be here, with a hand extended, and an ear to listen. we’re all in this together, grieving over such a devastating loss, not just to the one direction community/fanbase, but to the entire world. liam touched a lot of people, not just fans.

if you have any further thoughts on this, feel free to sound off in the comments. this is a safe space for everybody. ❤️

[blouisparadise]

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1) Say My Name And Everything Just Stops | Explicit | 5,089 words

Harry and Louis are enemies and their friends leave them behind on a camping trip to sort out their differences. In a short amount of time, they do.

2) It’s Hard To Fight Naked | Explicit | 11,189 words

Prompt 6: Louis and Harry are roommates, but they cannot stand each other. When Harry heard Louis moan his name while Louis was riding a dildo in Harry’s room (Louis thought he was alone at home), Harry couldn’t stop himself and so he ended up fucking Louis against the mattress. Happy ending!

3) Works Like A Charm | Explicit | 18,088 words

Ever since Louis joined the team in fifth year, a few facts have become set in stone. One: Louis is the best chaser in Hogwarts. Two: Harry is the best beater in Hogwarts. Three: They do not get along. So it’s really unfair of Liam to think that forcing them to spend time together as Louis recovers from his injury will make them the best of friends. The last thing Louis would do is get along with that git.

4) Uncomfortable Truths | Explicit | 18,125 words

Louis (a sophisticated asshole with a god complex, according to Zayn) is confident, bored out of his mind and in a desperate need of a challenge. Harry moves back to the city, ready to provide him one. Things go sideways. Obviously.

5) Angel Of Small Death And The Murder Scene | Explicit | 20,634 words

Ever since Louis read about the new up and coming Detective in town, he had immediately disliked the man, despite never having met him. So, naturally, it can only be the worst thing that could have happened to Louis when he gets stuck with Detective Styles trying to solve a murder during his supposed to be relaxing vacation over the seas.

6) Manners And Misjudgements | Explicit | 21,178 words

“Everyone you mention the Duke to raves about him, just like you are defending him now. But no one looks behind the façade he so ably maintains to deceive you all.” Liam sighs deeply. “You sound like a crazy man right now, Louis.” “I will prove to you who the Duke really is, just wait.”

7) Help Me, Help You Find Love | Explicit | 23,789 words

The one where they all attend a university for supernaturals and Werewolf Frat president and resident heartthrob Harry approaches on campus matchmaker Louis to help him find love.

8) Strong Enough To Get Us Wrong | Explicit | 24,289 words

Omega Louis have always considered the soulmate etching on his left thigh to be a curse. It takes a world tour, the bustling city of Tokyo, a hike to see Mt. Fuji, some hidden feelings, sea urchin sushi and the alpha he hates most in the world to change him.

9) Like It’s A Game | Explicit | 32,223 words | Sequel

There is little Harry hates more than truth or dare. And Louis.

10) Spoonful Of Sugar | Explicit | 42,900 words

Note: We'd recommend reading the prequel to this fic first.

Louis Tomlinson cares for his family above all else, a fact that’s led him on a twisted path peddling drugs to support them. Just as he’s made the decision to jump ship, Louis gets snared between the two largest crime syndicates in the city. To keep his family safe he’s forced to trust the man that failed to keep his promise two years ago, the resident drug lord he’s unknowingly been working for, Harry Styles.

11) From Dust To Lust | Explicit | 45,437 words

From the moment Louis set eyes on the gorgeous stranger across the airport terminal, he knew the guy was trouble, which was the last thing he wanted. He wouldn’t have thought spending two days cooped up in a car travelling from the Australian Outback to the East Coast would change his mind. It’s funny how things work out.

12) Catch Me If I Fall | Explicit | 47,099 words

Lovers when on the stage but bitter rivals as soon as they step off, Harry and Louis have butted heads from the moment they first met. Locked in a stalemate that they hope to ride out until graduation, things take a turn when Harry learns that Louis is hiding a secret.

13) Hold Me How the Deep Night Has | Explicit | 48,018 words

Louis Tomlinson needs a change. Stuck in a cycle of going to the job he hates, spending time with his friends, and avoiding the one man he hates most in this world, Louis' in desperate need of something new. So when he discovers an abandoned notebook on the way to work, the decision is easy to take it for himself and begin a journal amidst the empty pages. What can't be expected are the words that appear overnight directly beside his own, written on the same day 400 years in the past. What are the consequences of a magical connection between two men of different centuries? And who, among it all, is the mysterious E who only exists on the other side of Louis' journal?

14) Falling Without Caution | Explicit | 50,350 words

Louis Tomlinson, a wanted criminal, was captured by the FBI after years of chasing. Instead of being locked up in a high-security prison, he was offered a deal. What was supposed to be the end of a decade long chase turned into a morally grey circumstance for Agent Styles.

15) A Place With Skeletons | Explicit | 50,765 words

“I would choose anyone other than you,” Louis says, picking up his train of thought again. He feels a lot more cornered and defensive when they’re in Harry’s house, for some reason. It doesn’t really make sense, considering that this time, Louis was the one who couldn’t hack it any longer. He broke first. There’s something about being in Harry’s space, though, the green and earthy feeling of it. It should feel like open space with all the plants, but Louis has never felt more claustrophobic than he does when he’s here. Harry’s chest moves against his back, a sharp intake of air. Before he can open his mouth to defend himself, Louis keeps going, “If I had a choice in any of this, I would have been saved by that elderly security guard over you. I wouldn’t mind having to have the occasional cuddle with her.”

16) We Are But Dust and Shadows | Explicit | 51,468 words

Louis is part of a well respected Shadowhunter family, and Harry is the Mundane turned Shadowhunter who just can’t seem to get it right.

17) Lunar Waltz | Explicit | 56,795 words

Louis has to replace his (missing) twin brother and marry one of the most dangerous alphas of the kingdom.

18) The Luna of Which Pack? | Mature | 72,696 words

When Harry's wolves accidentally kidnap the intended Luna of Simon Cowell's pack, he must decide what to do with the irritating omega that does not want to return home. With the elders disagreeing with the new ‘naive’ pack alpha Styles, a war erupts due to his opposed decisions. And Louis finds himself right in the middle of it.

19) Echoes & Omens | Mature | 100,707 words

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

20) Where I Burn To Be | Explicit | 143,346 words

There were very few people who managed to get under Louis’ skin as effortlessly as Harry had, and even fewer who had done it in only a day and a half. It was quite an accomplishment, really. They’d only interacted a handful of times and yet Louis had the insatiable desire to slam the locker into that frustratingly well-defined face that never seemed to hold any expressions other than contempt and arrogance. “That’s right. I do own the skies. And you wanna know why?” he sneered. Without his boots on, Louis was a fair bit shorter than Harry, his eyes pretty much level with Harry’s chin and his socked toes bumping into the boots of the other man, close enough that Louis could make out the tiny scar on Harry’s brow and the individual shades of emerald in his irises. He was handsome, but that only made Louis hate him more. Heart thumping heavily against his sternum and his hands balled into fists, Louis lifted his chin defiantly and plastered a coldhearted smirk across his lips. “Because I’m the best goddamn pilot here.”

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[glorious-spoon]

The kiss prompt had me feeling too much like a kid in a candy store, and I couldn't pick. I managed to narrow it down to three, hopefully one of them sparks joy?

…as a suggestion.

…after a small rejection.

…because they’re running out of time.

for buddie please 🩶

:D thank you! i went for 'a kiss after a small rejection', hope you enjoy!

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Buck has been extremely supportive of Eddie's dating woes, in his opinion. He has been a good friend about it, listening sympathetically to the post-game of every date that fizzled out and every connection that failed to manifest. After Marisol, there was Raquel, and then Marta, and María, and Janelle. Then, maybe less shocking than it would have been a couple of years ago, there was Daniel, and Liam, and Álvaro. Eddie told him about the first of those dates with a glint in his eye that dared Buck to comment, so Buck didn't.

But it means that they're currently in this weird holding pattern where Buck knows that Eddie likes men, and—maybe more relevantly—is willing to consider dating a man, and they still haven't actually talked about it.

That's a conversation that should probably happen. Buck just doesn't know how to bring it up without immediately blurting everything out, without begging Eddie to consider him as an option. And if he does that, there's no coming back from it. If he does that, and Eddie says no, he doesn't know what'll happen. The world will end, or he'll die of mortification and disappointment, or something else unspeakably awful will occur. Maddie keeps telling him that he's catastrophizing, and he knows she's probably right, but that doesn't mean he can just make himself stop.

He's working on it.

Right now, Eddie is flopped across Buck's new couch—brown leather, wide and squashy and comfortable. Natalia helped him pick it out, and he feels a little weird about keeping it now, but the truth is that the couch turned out to be a better fit than the relationship. It's big enough for the two of them to sprawl on while they drink their beers and Eddie grumbles about his most recent date.

"I mean, you know, it was fine. Whatever," he says, with a huffy little shrug. Buck loves Eddie in every mood, but there's something especially charming about him when he's being petulant like this. Maybe because it's such a contrast to the calm, in-control face he presents to the rest of the world. Buck's not the only person who gets to have this part of Eddie, but he is a member of a select group.

"So no second date?" he asks, trying not to sound hopeful.

"He said I was 'a nice guy, but he didn't feel a connection'," Eddie says, with sarcastic one-handed finger-quotes. He takes another sullen pull on his beer.

"That's not so bad," Buck offers. Eddie's dates don't usually crash and burn the way Buck's have a tendency to, or did back when he was actually trying to date. People like Eddie. He's polite and kind and thoughtful, and reserved in a way that comes across as mysterious and fascinating instead of aloof. And that's without even getting into the fact that he looks like a fucking model, but most people know that part before they go out with him. Buck has no idea how anybody could go on a date with Eddie and not immediately fall head over heels in love with him, but he is admittedly a little biased.

"Yeah, I know," Eddie sighs. He pushes himself upright and tilts his head back against the couch, cradling his beer between his palms. "I know, it's not like I really wanted a second date either. It's just…"

"Rejection sucks?" Buck offers.

"That too. Mostly I'm just wondering how long I'm going to have to keep doing this before I find somebody I can have a connection with? Like, with Shannon, it was—"

"—bolt of lightning out of the blue?" Buck asks, because that was how it felt for him, with Eddie. That moment outside the ambulance, Eddie's blinding smile and warm handshake and the way something in him cracked wide open then and never really went away.

Eddie huffs. "Kind of. But—we were friends first. We already had that connection. You know? And then one day I looked at her and I felt like—"

He stops abruptly. If Buck wasn't already watching him, he'd probably miss the way Eddie's eyes flick toward him, and then away.

His stomach feels suddenly like he's on a rollercoaster, in giddy freefall.

"Like you were seeing something completely new?" he asks. He folds his hand tight around his beer, but he can feel it trembling.

Eddie takes a deep, visible breath, then nods and leans forward to set his beer down before turning back toward Buck.

"Yeah," he says quietly, and Buck is almost completely sure that they're not just talking about Shannon anymore. Eddie's face is open, his gaze clear, but Buck knows him well enough to detect the faint hint of nerves there.

That's the thing that finally gives him the courage to do what maybe he should have a long time ago.

"Can you just, uh." He clears his throat, then sets his beer down too. "Tell me if I'm totally misreading this?"

"Yeah, okay," Eddie whispers, but he doesn't pull back. Not when Buck shifts closer on the couch; not when he reaches out to settle a hand on Eddie's cheek, and not when he leans in to press a chaste, careful kiss to Eddie's lips.

It lingers softly for a moment, and then he pulls back and opens his eyes. Eddie blinks a couple of times, then smiles, sudden and bright.

"You're not misreading it," he says, and leans in to kiss Buck again.

(for these kiss prompts)

[n8-shaw]

who: open when: early on during the thanksgiving dinner where: the commons

There were few events Nate went to at Ogden College without dragging his feet, complaining the entire time. And while this was certainly no exception, he was at least mildly more willing to attend the thanksgiving dinner. He had attended all four years so far, looking for any reason to avoid seeing his family, and honestly, the food? Fucking good. Rich ass school with cash to spare must've figured they could spare some effort for the misfit students left behind on campus for the holiday.

But this year...was different.

He hadn't totally anticipated it, hearing families were invited and not thinking much, considering it didn't change his situation either way. As always, he texted his younger sister (and only his younger sister), confirming he'd be staying on campus for the holiday, and that he'd see her at Christmas (a lie, hopefully, if he could manage to find a way to stay away from the Shaw family again). So when Nate walked in, the sheer amount of families that were there caught him a bit off guard.

Not nearly as off guard as the person currently walking towards him, though.

Nate stood his ground, even if he was slightly blocking the entrance, hands shoved in his pockets while his face grew stormy as he stared at his older brother. "What the fuck are you doing here, Liam?" he said through his teeth once his brother was close enough, making no pretense that he was happy to see him.

Liam offered him a mocking smile, reaching up to clap his younger brother on the shoulder in greeting. "Good to see you too, little brother," he chided, glancing at the person entering the hall behind Nate, brushing past him due to the Shaw brothers currently blocking the entry way, his smile turning charming in a way Nate's never quite managed. "D'you know where we can get a drink?" he asked them conversationally, even potentially flirtatiously, clearly already aware Nate would not be forthcoming with any information.

[angelasscribbles]

Cordonian Royal Family (A Bad Romance Extra)

I wanted to share these images because they're fabulous. I didn't make most of them, I suck at these things, but I love them and felt like they should be seen by others. Of course, me being me, I wanted to give information about each character but if I'm doing that, then it needs to read like an article in the Cordonian Star so here we are. Enjoy! The article is under the cut.

These images were all generated by the AI art app Wonder. For anyone interested, you may see my AI art disclaimer here.

It’s been one year since the death of His Royal Majesty Constantine Arthur Augustus Hector Rys in an unfortunate ceiling collapse at the palace just days before the current king announced his engagement to the queen.

King Constantine was married three times, sired two sons, and fostered three other children. Here is a look at the royal family today.

Photos by Ana De Luca.

His Royal Majesty Liam Nicolai Ulysses Augustus Rys

King of Cordonian, Duke of Stormholt, Duke of Bellmede, Duke of Valtoria, Earl of Alriel, Earl of Ennan, Earl of Lykos, Baron of Throngate, Lord of the Isles and Commander in Chief of the Cordonian Royal Forces.

From Spare to Heir. Never meant for the throne, this second-born son of royalty was thrust into the role of leader when his older brother abdicated. Many believe he was always more temperamentally suited for the role. Indeed, after a rocky start, Cordonia has thrived under his leadership.

Tied romantically to only a small number of women in his youth, (and one alleged man), King Liam’s younger years were as devoid of scandal and impropriety as his brother’s were full of them. He received good marks at the prestigious, elite Wellingford Academy and later Epton College.

He managed to stay out of the spotlight for the most part until his eventful social season. Marrying a commoner and a foreigner, changing the laws of succession for his children, and legalizing gay marriage, he has a track record as a progressive and is viewed favorably by the majority of Cordonians.

Her Royal Majesty Riley Catherine Brooks Rys

Queen of Cordonian, Duchess of Stormholt, Duchess of Bellmede, Duchess of Valtoria, Countess of Alriel, Countess of Ennan, Countess of Lykos, Baroness of Throngate, Lady of the Isles and Champion of the Realm.

Rumored to have had a contentious relationship with the late king, this last-minute addition to the present king’s social season was a long shot. As an American and a commoner, she reportedly was not King Constantine’s first, or even second, choice for his son.

Always King Liam’s favorite, however, she was a front-runner from the moment she set foot on Cordonian soil, her beauty, charm, and grace captivating the nation. Meeting at a bar in New York where she was his waitress, their whirlwind romance seemingly ended in scandal, accusations of infidelity, and the king’s engagement to another woman.

Their love endured despite the obstacles and in an astonishing turn of events, not only was her name cleared, but the king made a move as historically unprecedented as it was shocking, breaking a council-approved political engagement and marrying for love.

Prince Leonardo Tiberius Constantine Fabian Rys

Prince of Cordonia, Duke of Abanthus, Earl of Ebrimel, Baron of Auverneen.

Born into privilege and wealth, he threw it all away in what many consider a selfish and short-sighted move led by the vagaries and hubris of youth. Other interpretations range from the young prince simply recognizing that his brother was better suited to rule; to unsubstantiated rumors that he was pressured into stepping down by his father.

Prince Leo bounced around between elite boarding schools, both domestic and abroad before making barely passable marks at Epton College. Dubbed by the media as the Playboy Prince of the Mediterranean, he has been romantically linked to the likes of Olivia Nevrakis, Duchess of Lythikos, Princess Margot of Auvernall, and American actress Victoria Fontaine.

Abdicating both as Crown Prince of Cordonian and Duke of Stormholt, he retains the title of Prince as well as holding the titles Duke of Abanthus, Earl of Ebrimel, and Baron of Auverneen while living abroad. The Playboy Prince is still unattached.

Captain Drake Nolan Walker

Lord Commander of the Queen’s Guard, Knight Protector of the Realm.

Born to commoners, he and his sister were taken in and raised by the royal family after his father’s death in service to the crown. Having lived in the palace since the age of six, he became a ward of the crown at age fourteen and received the same basic upbringing and education as the princes.

Unlike the princes, he dedicated his life to military service, later following in his father’s footsteps by transferring to the Royal Guard. During King Liam’s social season, Captain Walker was charged with killing a man. All charges were eventually dropped, and he was exonerated when it came out that he was acting undercover on the king’s orders as a de facto member of Queen Riley’s security detail.

He currently serves the crown as captain of the Queen’s Guard, lives at the palace, remains close friends with the king, and is by all accounts deeply devoted to the queen.

Her Grace Savannah Evangeline Walker Beaumont

Duchess of Ramsford.

Like her brother, the duchess became a ward of the crown after the death of her father when she was twelve years old. She retained the title of Lady until the advent of her marriage to the Duke of Ramsford, Bertrand Beaumont, raised her status to duchess.

Scandal rocked Duchy Ramsford when it was revealed that the duchess had a child out of wedlock. She left Cordonia, taking the heir to Ramsford with her. She lived abroad for a year before returning and reuniting with the duke. They were married in an elaborate ceremony a few months after her return.

Unidentified sources close to the couple report the marriage is strained and often rocky.

His Grace Bertrand Atticus Beaumont

Duke of Ramsford, Leader of the House of Lords, Lord Keeper of the Privy Seal.

Taking on the role of Duke at a young age, he, along with the rest of the world, was shocked by the return of his presumed dead father, the late Duke Barthelemy Beaumont. His Grace relinquished control of the duchy to his father only to pick up the mantle again a few months later when the late Duke of Ramsford was killed in a head-on collision on his way home from a meeting at the palace.

He currently serves in the House of Lords as The Lord Leader, a position he has held for the last five years.

His ties to the monarchy are many and varied. His marriage to Savannah Walker made him a de facto member of the royal family, as did making the queen an official member of House Beaumont as part of his sponsorship of her during the king’s social season. His younger brother, Lord Maxwell Beaumont serves as the queen's top advisor and personal assistant. Prince Leo is a close friend, was the best man at his wedding, and is godfather to his son.

Lord Barthelemy Jackson Beaumont

Future Duke of Ramsford.

As the only child of the Duke and Duchess of Ramsford, young Lord Barthelemy is the heir to the duchy, nephew to the Lord Commander of the Queen’s Guard Captain Drake Walker, and to the queen’s personal assistant, Lord Maxwell Beaumont, has Prince Leo as a godfather and is treated as a grandchild by the queen mother.  

Her Grace Olivia Vanderwall Nevrakis

Duchess of Lythikos, Counsellor of State.

Also a ward of the crown, Duchess Olivia Nevrakis lost her parents in a tragic car accident when she was five years old. The late Queen Eleanor sent for her, and she was raised and educated at the palace, taking over control of Duchy Lythikos from her aunt at the age of sixteen.

Lythikos has thrived under her leadership, and she is beloved by the people. A suitor in King Liam’s social season, she has also been romantically linked to his brother, Prince Leo. Sources close to the duchess report that her participation in the social season was out of courtesy and duty as she and the king have always enjoyed a close friendship, but nothing more.

She currently resides at Lykos Keep, sits on the king’s small council, and divides her time between Lythikos and the capital.

Her Royal Majesty Regina Beatrice Amaranth Rys

Queen Mother, Dowager Duchess of Stormholt, Countess of Loutreo.

Born in Krona, her father was the younger brother of the late Duke, Karolos Amaranth. The current Duchess of Krona, Adelaide Amaranth, is her cousin. A countess in her own right, she became queen when she married King Constantine after a lengthy courtship.

She was the late king’s third wife. Marrying later in life, she had no biological children of her own but was instrumental in the upbringing of both her stepsons and the other three children entrusted to the monarchs’ care.

Now a widow, the queen mother continues to live at the palace, advises the queen, and works with the various charities she has championed over the years, notably Hope Haven a nationwide organization that works with homeless youth, and The Empowerment Zone a nonprofit helping single mothers. 

Her Royal Highness Eleanor Elizabeth Hana Olivia Rys

Crown Princess of Cordonia.

Born just six days ago, Cordonia’s newest princess has already captivated the hearts of the nation. The king and queen have retreated to the queen’s estate in Valtoria while they adjust to new parenthood, taking with them, among others, the queen's personal assistant, Lord Maxwell Beaumont. No nannies are yet in residence, but Duchess Hana Lee, the queen’s best friend and official Master of the Household, is.

This exclusive photo, which originally appeared in The Cordonian Star yesterday, is the only public photograph of the crown princess, who was named after her grandmother, the late Queen Eleanor.  

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🏳️‍🌈 Moths and Butterflies — LadyAj_13 / @ladyaj-13

1.363 words / Harry x Louis

It seemed like such a good plan a week ago. It had seemed like fate, for the town’s Pride parade to fall at the very same time when work sent him there to charm some clients. Who was Louis, to sniff at a higher power? It was exciting, a week ago. Now he’s here though, in the thick of it, and he thought it would feel freeing but it doesn't. It just rams home how he doesn’t belong.

This is a lovely fic for anyone who has ever questioned whether they are queer enough to belong in the queer community. You are, and this fic will remind you of it whenever you need it.

🏳️‍🌈 Quite the Pickle — @lululawrence

1.455 words / Grimmy x Harry x Louis

Nick hated pickles. It was an entire thing for him and he used to get into arguments all the time when his mum insisted he could just remove them and the sandwich would be fine without them. She never seemed to understand. The flavor was still left behind because of the juices. The scent was still there. The pickle was never fully removed. Not successfully. And now one was sitting on the plate, almost touching his perfectly pickle free sandwich, all whilst leaking it’s flavor and scent all over his chips. Good thing there happened to be a pregnant man with a craving nearby.

An adorable, cozy meet-cute between a couple and a stranger, this fic has so much goodness in so few words. From the struggle of pregnancy cravings to the unexpected pleasure of finding people who will accept you as you are, it’s a fun little roller coaster you don’t want to miss. 

🏳️‍🌈 Over The Heads Of The Crowd — DancingOnCapitals

3.232 words / Harry x Louis

Harry attends a fandriven LGBTQIA+ event to support the queer part of his favourite band's fandom and probably also some members of said band when he spots the most beautiful person he's ever seen.

Love at first sight it’s always nice, but gay love at first sight is something special in itself. A meet-cute fic where they share a bed... What else could you ask for?

🏳️‍🌈 Courted in Cabos — @alphalouis 

5.511 words / Louis x Oli 

Oli's spent his whole life with Louis Tomlinson. More accurately, he’s waited his whole life for Louis to pop the question. When Louis invites him to Los Cabos, he thinks this will be it. So he waits. And he waits. Eventually it becomes clear Louis won’t make the first move. He decides to take matters into his own hands.

Absolutely adorable! Friends pining on each other is always such a nice trope to read. Seeing the development of their relationship was really cute, and this fic is more than worth a shot, considering Niall’s special additions. 

🏳️‍🌈 falling in love with the stable boy — @sup3rbloom

5.620 words / @1dreversebang / Harry x Louis 

Louis is the son of King Tomlinson, and now that he's older, he's interested in learning horseback riding. King Tomlinson assigns Harry, the kingdom's stable boy, to train him. It's love at first sight for Louis, and this wouldn't be a problem if being gay wasn't wrong in the kingdom.

This fic is a little heartbreaking, considering how Louis' own family might reject him for something he doesn’t have a choice in, however it was extremely cute how Harry, Zayn and Liam were there to always protect Louis. 

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Cinderfella's Adventures in Cordonia - Chapter Twenty-Two

An AU of The Royal Romance with a male MC and a bisexual prince.

Masterlist

Callum and Liam battle it out and Drake chooses a side.

“Drake, I want you to consider moving to New York after Liam’s wedding.  To moving in with me.  To being with me.  Only me,” Callum says calmly, speaking to Drake but staring directly at Liam.

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A crimson flush creeps up Liam’s neck and he scowls at me.  “You cannot possibly be -”

“Ok.”

Liam whips around to face Drake.  “What?”

I can’t help the smirk that creeps across my face at Liam’s outrage.

“I think that maybe Callum is right,” Drake says, taking a deep, calming breath.  “You’re going to be starting a new life with Madeline, and you’ll eventually be having kids… so maybe it’s time for me to start putting myself first.  Doing what’s best for me.”

“And you think Callum is what’s best for you?” Liam demands.

Drake meets his gaze head-on.  “Callum puts me first.  I would have a future with him, a real one, with a family and kids and little league and not having to hide.  With Callum I would finally be enough.  So yeah… maybe he is what’s best for me.”

Liam’s outrage is palpable, so thick in that air that I can practically taste it.  And it is fucking delicious.

He clocks my grin and scowls at me.  “You’re loving this, aren’t you?  Driving a wedge between me and Drake?  Forcing him to choose between us?”

I rock back on my heels and snicker.  “I’m harder than astrophysics right now darlin’, can’t lie.”

“You are such a bastard,” Liam hisses, slamming his palms onto the countertop.

“Ooh… let it all out Your Majesty; tell the class how you really feel.”  I can feel my grin turn a little sharper and my eyes narrow.  This fight has been a long time coming and I’m more than ready.

“You have always been selfish,” Liam spits out.  “Never willing to compromise, never willing to give an inch because you were always convinced you knew best.  All you had to do was swallow a little bit of your pride, but you clearly didn’t care about me enough to make even the most basic sacrifices - ”

I bark out an incredulous laugh.  “You, you of all people, are going to try and lecture me about sacrifices?  About compromise and caring enough?  You spoiled little shit; when have you ever sacrificed anything in your entire life?  Tell me two things you have ever sacrificed for me and Drake?  Go on, I’ll wait while you think.”

Drake gaze flicks worriedly between us.  “Maybe we should take a time out and get some rest before we get into all this,” he says soothingly.

“I have greater worries than mere feelings; a literal country depends on the choice of my future spouse,” Liam says, talking over him.

“Don’t try to make this about Cordonia,” I scoff.  “This is about Constantine and what he wants.  You would be a perfectly capable king no matter who you married.”

“Given your gene pool I understand that you probably don’t know what it feels like to have an accomplished father with high expectations - ”

“Keep talking and I’m gonna punch you in the fucking mouth,” I warn him.

Liam rolls his eyes.  “Charming.  I don’t know what I thought it would be like to finally be back with you again, but the more time we spend together make me think that whatever relationship we had before was a mistake.”

The barb stings, working it’s way into my heart like an insidious shard of glass.  “Get out of my house,” I say quietly.

“Callum,” Liam says, taking a hesitant step towards me.

“I said get the fuck out of my house!” I scream, my eyes burning with the tears I refuse to let fall.

Not in front of him.  Never again.

“Fine.”  Liam stalks towards the door, stuttering to a stop when he realizes Drake isn’t behind him.  “Drake?”

Drake moves next to me, taking my shaking hand in a show of solidarity and support.  “I’m staying with Callum,” he says quietly.

Liam clenches his jaw, his fury evident.  He turns his back on us and storms out, slamming the door behind him. 

Drake winds his arms around my waist and rests his forehead against my shoulder.  “I got you,” he whispers.  “I got you.”

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Day 9! Something I like/dislike about the Jomies!

I LOVE the JOMIES!!!

Genuinely I cannot express how much I adore these four! They’re my little scrimblos, my goobers, my sillies, my stinkers even!! (I’m so fucking cringe.)

I think my favorite thing about them is how well they all work as a friend-group. Because I feel like you wouldn’t really expect these four to be friends at all.

I mean, you got a charming little heart-throb, (Jake) the classic mean, grumpy rich kid, (Drew) some milf-obsessed dude, (Liam) and a very excitable weaboo, (Henry).

It’s a pretty random range of characters, yet they all play off each-other so well. They all have fun little dynamics with one another, yet they’re all separate characters perfectly able to stand on their own. I mean, it’d be pretty easy to just make Liam and Henry nothing more than Drew’s lackeys, but they’re not. They have depth to them. They have their own little personalities and quirks and they just so happen to go along with Drew.

And because of their dynamics with one another, it’s so much fun writing about them and imagining different scenarios involving either some of them, or all four of them. They’re just so awesome. They’re such a fun little group.

(And the mental image of Drew watching Liam, Henry and Jake be absolute crack-heads while wondering who’s medical bill he’ll have to pay next will never not be funny to me. I love this dynamic so much.)

I genuinely need to do an in-depth analysis about the dynamics between these four, but for now, I should probably move on to something I dislike.

If I’m being honest, I had to think about this for a while. Because, I mean, there’s not much I particularly dislike about them. I considered saying something about how them being bullies, but in all honesty, I don’t actually hate that about them.

I mean, that’s their job. They’re the antagonists of this show for a reason. They’re supposed to be mean and cause conflict. And if they didn’t, well, we’d have no show. (And that’d be lame.)

This isn’t to say I support their actions at all. (In fact I was seething at them in the Comic Episode.) I’m just trying to say that I can’t really bring myself to dislike them when they’re only fulfilling the role they were created for. (And they’re also characters outside of that role and those characters I really like.)

I think the real thing I dislike about them is ACTUALLY THE FACT THAT THERE ISN’T A TMF SPIN-OFF THAT FOLLOWS THE JOMIES DURING SUMMER VACATION PRIOR TO THE SHOW.

GIVE ME JOMIES BEACH EPISODE GIVE ME EPISODE WHERE THEY GO TO THE BEACH AND PLAY VOLLEYBALL AND DREW INSISTS ON BEING ON A TEAM WITH JAKE ONLY TO LOSE AND GO AND SULK UNDER THE UMBRELLA. GIVE ME HENRY TRIPPING IN THE SAND AND FREAKING OUT ABOUT CRABS. GIVE ME HENRY AND LIAM BUILDING SAND CASTLES WHILE JAKE’S OUT IN THE WATER AND KEEPS GLANCING BACK AT DREW WHO’S STILL ALL UPSET. GIVE ME JAKE DRAGGING DREW INTO THE WATER AND SPLASHING HIM AND THEY START SPLASHING AROUND TOGETHER AND HENRY AND LIAM JOIN AND-

Anyways I think my only real complaint is that they all lied to Drew. Makes me sad.

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[user-needs-new-hyperfixation]

Rare(ish)-pair Yuumori ideas that I may or may not ever write (but they're like, bottom of my ideas list, so if anyone is inspired by these have at it, I can always do my own versions later lol. Tag me tho, I wanna read stuff!)

(These are for the most part absurdly off-canon and varying degrees of cracky. Roll with it.)

Bond/Albert in which Albert is a virgin and Bond has never had sex post-transition. Bond tops. It's like a very affectionate friends-with-benefits deal where they're learning new things together.

Billy and Louis friendship fic where Louis expects to find Billy annoying because he's kind of boisterous and overly familiar and whatnot, but instead finds himself surprisingly charmed and then they're buddies.

Billy and Bond fic where they bond over being Americans who faked their deaths and changed their identities. They may or may not kiss, idk.

Jack Renfield/Queen Victoria 😂😂😂😂

Mycroft and Miss Hudson have an incredibly tame, mature, and vanilla romance that is absolutely fascinating to everyone around them because they're all crazy people (affectionate). They do gentle missionary for the first time on their wedding night and have a baby precisely forty weeks later and everyone claps.

Mycroft/Moran. Has anyone done this? I literally have no reason for it other than that I was playing around with the character profiles trying to see which people might actually have anything in common based on age etc, and huh. I could find a way to make this work. They never have sex beyond handies because they can't agree on who would top. 🤣

John and Moran fic. Probably just a friend fic. Frankly this should be considered more in general in Holmes adaptations: these two are foils of each other, each the loyal soldier at Holmes' and Moriarty's respective sides. They should be drinking buddies in the Yuumori-verse, but in everything else they should be enemies with belligerent sexual tension.

Mycroft/William set in between A Scandal in the British Empire and The Final Problem, in which they have a lot of technically very good but very miserable sex while pining over each other's brothers and picking apart each other's brains brutally.

William/Billy thing where William after the coma is still working things through and is kind of emotionally distancing himself from Sherlock because he's still not Okay, and Billy is there for him. (Vermissa gets pushed later in this.) They get quite emotionally entangled in bonding over their similarities, but nothing actually comes of it, and Billy is the one to ultimately give William the push he needs to open up to Sherlock. It ends on a bittersweet note with the implication that Billy is more than a little in love with Liam, but knows Sherlock is who he should be with. Sad gays.

Bond/everyone where he's at the center of the most successful polycule in recorded history. 😂

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Story time! I've had this blog for years (and lurked in many a fandom) but inspiration had never really hit me as hard as contributing fanfiction to Hogwarts Legacy - and in almost a year since I've started with my longfic, I've actually been distracted here and there to also write some one-shots for the fandom. So this is me updating my Pinned post and let's see how many more ideas get to tickle my sudden awakening in fanfiction writing! ✨

7 Times the Charm

Rating: General Audiences

Status: Oneshot ✧ Complete ☑️

Summary: It was no secret that the Three Broomsticks can also be considered a social gathering for the latest news, and Sirona Ryan, the owner was at the neck of it.

Or, a glimpse of a blooming relationship she'd observed since that Troll Attack in Hogsmeade.

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My Chaos and Revelry

Rating: Teen

Status: Oneshot ✧ Complete ☑️

Summary: “But, daddy, I love him!” I tried to make him hear me out –

“A mere boy from your school could never –“

“I’m having his baby!”

You’d be able to hear a pin drop at the ensuing silence that followed.

In which Sebastian is our wild boy and MC is just tired of all the bitching and moaning.

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Hogwarts Legacy: Read the Unwritten

Rating: Teen

Status: Longfic ✧ Ongoing 📜

Summary: This is a story we've all heard before— a Hero's Journey— one where it was all supposedly uneventful on the surface, until we meet our mentor, before we're then called on an adventure of a lifetime. But there isn’t really just one perspective to a story, and a single good deed doesn’t instantly make one a Hero.

So here’s a different take on the side quests that molded us as our characters, along with a rather sentient Field Guide, and an expectedly sad past that forged a young student to stomach the trials she had to endure.

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Headers and Dividers I've discovered from this amazing account here on Tumblr, you are a gift OP! 💕

MC / OC List

Currently a work in progress, at the moment of writing this, I have yet to get around to birthing a boy Hufflepuff and a girl Gryffindor 🤣 i'll get around to creating Character Charts for my other babes one way or another 🥹

One thing to note is that my MCs exist in different universes from each other but my OCs coincide with their respective House MCs:

Beatrice Hayes (MC)

Anthony Reinhart (OC)

Cerestina Anguis (MC)

Ehsan Kama (MC)

Phoebe Fidelis (MC)

Liam Kyteler (MC)

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𝚃𝙰𝚂𝙺 𝙾𝙽𝙴

i  came  home  ,  like  a  stone  and  i  fell  heavy  into  your  arms.

[     𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻.     ]

01. how  many  languages  does  your  character  speak  ?

liam  speaks  two  languages;  english  and  fish. he's tried to learn different languages throughout the years , but nothing's really stuck.

02. how  does  your  character  express  anger  ?

it's  a  quiet  ,  but  wet  anger.  it's  biting  and  hot  and  often  leaves  him  exhausted.  when  it's  just  a  disagreement  it's  short  words  and  a  very  avoidant  personality.  if  it's  a  full  blown  argument  it  always  ends  up  with  him  with  tears  pooling  in  his  eyes  and  his  lip  wobbling.

03. what  is  your  character's  home  like  ?  (  do  they  like  it  ?  where  would  they  live  if  they  could  ?  )

liam's  home  is  big.  he  lives  with  cal  (  and  kanda  )  in  a  multi-story  house  where  they've  put  their  own  spin  on  the  gothic  style  mansion.  the  decor  has  since  long  become  a  mix  of  calahan's  collection  of  antiques  and  liam's  more  modern  things.

04. how  does  your  character  handle  conflict  ?

when  he  was  younger  ,  liam  would  often  react  impulsively  and  act  on  instinct.  it  most  often  lead  him  to  make  mistakes  he  now  regrets.  these  days  he  tries  to  take  a  moment  to  think  through  the  situation  at  hand  before  deciding  if  his  instinct  was  right.

05. how  does  your  character  display  affection  ?

liam  is  very  verbal  and  open  with  his  affection  toward  those  he  care  about.  he  loves  pet  names  and  holding  hands  and  picking  out  gifts  he  thinks  you  might  like.  due  to  things  happening  in  his  past  he's  a  bit  shy  with  opening  up  and  will  sometimes  second  guess  if  he's  saying  or  doing  too  much.

[     𝚂𝚄𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙰𝙻.     ]

01. when  did  you  character  first  notice  their  powers  /  differences  ?

liam  has  known  since  he  was  born  what  he  was  ,  and  for  him  it's  as  normal  as  breathing.  it's  never  been  anything  he's  considered  as  different  or  strange.

02. how  does  your  character  feel  about  their  abilities  /  species  ?

personally  ,  he  loves  what  he  is.  he's  grown  up  coming  to  terms  with  what  he  is  ,  learning  how  to  use  his  abilities  and  develop  them  to  their  most  heightened  state.

03. what stereotypical traits of their species does your character show ? are there any ways in which they subvert them ?

liam  is  flirtatious  ,  likeable  and  somewhat  manipulative.  he  has  a  natural  charm  that  comes  out  in  social  situations  that  is  just  due  to  his  merfolk  nature.  being  from  an  old  mermaid  line  he's  embraced  all  of  what  being  a  mermaid  entails  and  doesn't  really  see  the  need  to  deny  any  of  it.

04. what's  your  muse's  favorite  ability  /  the  one  they  use  the  most ?  why ?

up  until  recently  ,  the  gift  he  used  the  most  was  his  siren  song.  as  a  kid  he  liked  getting  what  he  wanted  and  as  a  teenager  he  fell  in  with  sort  of  a  bad  crowd  and  used  it  for  their  gain  as  well.  these  days  he  tries  to  limit  that  ability  to  not  hurt  people  around  him.  he  will  however  use  it  to  make  sure  that  his  life  goes  smoother.

05. what  is  your  character's  reason  for  being  guided  to  portum ?

liam  was  born  in  portum.  his  parents  have  lived  in  portum  since  it's  beginning  and  still  reside  there.  they  came  from  scandinavia  during  the  17th  century  where  merfolk  was  being  hunted  for  sport  and  captured  by  humans.  liam  has  never  felt  the  urge  to  leave  portum  save  for  a  few  holidays  every  so  often.