#and yet they come right back up in my recs page

[chocolate-cream-soldier]

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[bettys-redwinesupernova]

MY MASTERPIECE

drew starkey x plus sized!fem!reader

(mood board does NOT depict readers’ appearance !!)

SUMMARY: after drew catches his girlfriend crying about the hate she’s receiving, he decides to show her exactly how much he loves her.

based on this ask !! i really hope you like it anon, and i had such a lovely time writing this :’) i just KNOW drew would worship a plus!sized baddie, so imo this is canon🤫

WARNINGS: slight angst to fluff then to smut (18+ mdni pls!!), body worshipping, oral (fem rec), fingering, orgasm denial, blasphemy (“oh god”), insecurities, social media hate, crying, cursing, fat-shaming (fuck you if you do this, and you’re not welcome on my page !!) i think this is all? (lmk if i missed anything !!)

WORD COUNT: 2.4k

THIRD PERSON +

The dim light of the bedside lamp bathed the room in a soft glow. Y/N sat cross-legged on the bed, her laptop resting in front of her, illuminating her face in harsh contrast. Her throat felt tight as her eyes scanned the comments section on yet another gossip website.

"Why is he with her?"

"She's way out of his league."

"Drew could do so much better. She's not even that pretty."

"She doesn’t look right next to Drew AT ALL."

The words blurred as tears pooled in her eyes, one spilling over and sliding down her cheek. She sniffled, trying to hold it together, but it was a losing battle. Her hands trembled as she closed the laptop and set it aside, curling up into herself. The voices in her head, fueled by the hateful comments, were deafening.

She knew Drew loved her. He told her all the time, in the little ways and the big ones. But sometimes, the weight of the world's opinions was too much to bear. Tonight was one of those nights.

She was so caught up in her spiraling thoughts that she didn't hear the front door open or the sound of Drew's voice calling out.

"Babe? I'm home!" he said, his voice warm and familiar as it carried through the apartment.

Her stomach dropped. She quickly wiped at her cheeks, trying to compose herself. The last thing she wanted was for him to see her like this.

Drew stepped into the bedroom, his tall frame filling the doorway. He smiled softly, holding up a bag. "I brought takeout from your favorite place. I figured—" He stopped mid-sentence when he noticed her blotchy, tear-stained face and glossy eyes. His brow furrowed with concern as he dropped the bag on the dresser and closed the distance between them in two long strides.

"Angel, what's wrong?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and cupping her face in his hands. His thumbs gently wiped away the tears that continued to fall despite her efforts to stop them. "Talk to me, baby."

She shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's nothing, Drew. I'm fine."

He frowned, not buying it for a second. "That's not nothing. Come on, tell me what's going on."

Her chest tightened as she met his worried gaze. She debated brushing it off, but the dam broke, and the words tumbled out before she could stop them. "It's just... all the comments, Drew. All the things people say about me. About us. They hate me because I'm not what they think you deserve."

Drew's eyes softened, and he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. She buried her face in his chest, her tears soaking into his shirt.

"They're so cruel," she continued, her voice muffled against him. "And the worst part is... I start to believe them. Maybe they're right. Maybe I'm not good enough for you."

Drew pulled back slightly, just enough to tilt her chin up so she was looking at him. His cobalt eyes were intense, his expression a mix of heartbreak and determination.

"Stop," he said firmly, his voice low and steady. "Don't you dare let those people make you feel like you're not good enough. They don't know you. They don't know us."

She shook her head, the tears still falling. "But Drew, look at me. I'm not some slim, perfect model. I don't fit the image of the kind of woman people expect you to be with."

Drew let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair before turning back to her. "Y/N, do you know what I see when I look at you?"

She stayed silent, unsure how to respond.

"I see the woman who makes me laugh harder than anyone else ever has," he said, his voice soft but unwavering. "I see the woman who listens to me when I'm struggling, who supports me no matter what. I see the woman whose smile lights up my entire day."

His hands moved to her shoulders, his thumbs brushing against her skin in soothing circles. "I don't care what anyone else thinks. I love you for you. For your kindness, your intelligence, your strength. For the way you hum when you're cooking, even though you always say you can't sing. For the way you light up when you talk about the things you're passionate about. You're the most beautiful person I've ever known, inside and out."

Her breath hitched as she listened to his words, the sincerity in his voice breaking through the walls she'd built around herself.

"You're more than enough for me, Y/N," Drew continued, his voice thick with emotion. "You're everything I've ever wanted. And if people can't see that, then screw them. They don't matter."

She let out a shaky laugh, her tears finally starting to slow. "You really mean that?"

He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "With all my heart."

She looked up at him, her own heart swelling with love and gratitude. "I don't deserve you, you know that?"

He smirked, his hands sliding down to her waist. "I think it's the other way around."

The tension in the room shifted as his fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns on her sides. His gaze darkened slightly, a spark of something more than affection flickering in his eyes.

"I need you to understand how much you mean to me," he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, husky tone. "Let me show you."

Her breath caught as he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a tender, lingering kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of love and devotion, of promises made and kept.

He deepened the kiss, his hands moving to cradle her face as if she were the most precious thing in the world. She melted into him, her own hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her palms.

When they finally pulled apart, both slightly breathless, Drew rested his forehead against hers.

"Do you believe me now?" he asked, a small smile playing on his lips. "Or maybe I really need to show you."

Drew's hand lingered on Y/N's cheek, his thumb gently brushing away the last of her tears. His eyes never left hers—dark, intense, full of something unspoken but heavy, like the weight of a confession he couldn't hold back any longer.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and rough, the kind of tone that made her stomach tighten and her breath hitch. She blinked up at him, her lips parting slightly as if to argue, but he didn't let her. Instead, he leaned in, pressing his forehead against hers, his breath warm against her skin. "Don't say it. Don't say you don't see it. I'll show you."

His fingers trailed down her neck, feather-light, sending shivers rippling through her body. He shifted closer, his other hand finding her waist, pulling her into him until there was no space left between them. Her heart pounded as his gaze dropped to her lips, then lower, tracing the curve of her jaw, the dip of her collarbone, the swell of her chest. Everywhere he looked, she felt it—like fire licking at her skin.

"Drew..." Her voice trembled, barely above a whisper, but he silenced her with a kiss. Soft at first, almost questioning, as if he was giving her the chance to pull away. But when she didn't, when she kissed him back, something in him snapped. His hands moved with purpose, one cupping the back of her neck while the other slid down to grip her hip, holding her firmly against him.

He deepened the kiss, slow and deliberate, his tongue sliding against hers in a way that made her knees weak. She could feel the heat building between them, the way his body pressed into hers, hard and impatient. When he finally pulled away, she was breathless, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to steady herself.

But Drew wasn't done.

His lips found her jaw next, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the sensitive column of her throat. She tilted her head back instinctively, giving him more access, a soft moan escaping her when his teeth grazed her skin.

"You taste so good," he groaned against her neck, his voice thick with desire. His hands moved to the hem of her shirt, fingers curling underneath the fabric as he paused, looking up at her with those piercing eyes. "Can I? Let me see you, baby. All of you."

She nodded, her cheeks heated up but her eyes locked on his, unwavering. In one swift motion, he tugged her shirt over her head, tossing it aside before his hands came to rest on her hips again. His gaze raked over her exposed skin, taking in every curve, every inch of her with a reverence that made her feel like she was something sacred.

"Fuck," he breathed, his voice trembling. "Look at you... You're perfect." His hands slid up her sides, his touch firm yet gentle, like he was memorising her. "Every part of you... I want to worship it."

Her breath caught as he sank to his knees in front of her, his hands gripping her thighs as he pressed a kiss to her stomach. It was tender, almost reverent, but the look he gave her when he glanced up was anything but innocent. Heat burned in his eyes, dark and hungry, and it sent a thrill shooting through her.

"Drew..." His name fell from her lips like a prayer, her hands clawing at the sides of his face for anything to grip onto as he began to trail kisses lower, his lips brushing against the band of her pants. He hooked his fingers in the waistband, tugging them down slowly, his lips following the path they took until she was standing there in nothing but her bra and underwear.

His hands slid around to her ass, squeezing gently as he nuzzled against her stomach, pressing another kiss there. "So fucking gorgeous," he muttered, his breath hot against her skin. "I don't know how anyone could ever talk shit about you. You're a goddamn masterpiece."

She whimpered, her chest tightening as he continued his descent, kissing and nipping at her thighs, her hips, anywhere he could reach. His hands slid up her legs, pushing them apart as he settled between them, his face level with the apex of her thighs.

"Drew, please..." Her voice broke, her body trembling with anticipation as he looked up at her, his eyes locking onto hers. There was something raw and primal in his expression, something that made her stomach flip and her core ache with need.

"Tell me what you want," he said, his voice rough, husky, sending a jolt of electricity through her. "I'll give you anything. Everything."

She swallowed hard, her chest heaving as she struggled to form words. "I... I want you. All of you."

A slow smirk spread across his face, wicked and knowing, as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh. "Then you've got me."

His mouth found her center, hot and insistent, and her knees nearly buckled as a loud moan tore from her throat. His tongue dragged along her slit, teasing, tasting, before delving deeper, burying itself in her folds with a groan that vibrated against her sensitive flesh.

"Oh my god..." Her head tipped back, her nails scraping against his scalp as he worked her over, his tongue flicking and circling her clit with expert precision. He alternated between long, languid strokes and quick, erratic flicks, driving her closer and closer to the edge with every movement.

"Drew, I—fuck, I'm—" Her words dissolved into incoherent gasps and whimpers as the pressure built, her hips rocking against his face as he devoured her. His hands gripped her thighs, keeping her steady as his tongue worked her relentlessly, each lick and suck bringing her closer to oblivion.

And then, just as she was about to tip over, he pulled away, leaving her teetering on the edge, desperate and aching. She cried out in frustration, her hands clutching at him as he stood, towering over her with a predatory grin.

"Not yet, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. He reached behind her, unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor. His hands immediately cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. "I'm not done worshiping you."

He bent his head, capturing one nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting gently as his free hand drifted lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her underwear. She moaned loudly, her hips jerking forward as his fingers teased her entrance, circling but not quite entering.

"Drew, please..." Her voice was pleading, broken, her body writhing under his touch. He chuckled darkly, releasing her breast to kiss her deeply, his tongue plunging into her mouth as his fingers finally pushed inside her, stretching her deliciously.

"You're so wet for me," he growled against her lips, his fingers pumping in and out of her at a torturously slow pace. "Is this what you want? Hmm?" He added a third finger, curling them just right, and her entire body went taut, a strangled cry escaping her.

"Yes! Oh god, yes..." Her hands clawed at his shoulders, her hips rolling against his hand as he fucked her with his fingers, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. His thumb found her clit, rubbing tight circles that had her vision blurring, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.

"Come for me, baby," he commanded, his voice deep and gravelly, sending a shiver down her spine. "Let me feel you."

And just like that, she shattered, her orgasm crashing over her in waves so intense she thought she might drown. Her cries echoed through the room as he held her through it, his fingers continuing to move inside her, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until she was boneless, trembling in his arms.

When he finally pulled his fingers free, she sagged against him, her legs barely able to support her weight. He caught her easily, his strong arms wrapping around her as he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.

"See?" he murmured, his voice soft now, filled with affection. "Perfect."

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this was such a sweet request, and i really hope it was exactly what you wanted anon !! i’m so sorry this is so late, but i’m trying to work through all my requests and i’m almost half way there :)

as a curvy gal myself, this was just so cathartic to write and i really hope others feel the same when reading this !! you’re all so so so gorgeous in your own ways and ily all sm <333

[lay-z]

🎅🏼 Day 3 ‒ Altruism

Synopsis: Being part of the military means making sacrifices and a lot of times – those are personal. Sometimes, though, they do pay off.

Pairing: Kyle Gaz Garrick x fem!Reader Warnings/Info: No smut. | Kyle’s POV; military!Reader; fluff; pining; friends/teammates to lovers

Word count: 1.5k

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When Kyle enters the rec room, packed duffel bag slung over his shoulder and ready to leave for the holidays, he stops dead in his tracks as soon as he sees you lounging about in one of the armchairs, mug of tea in one hand and some magazine splayed open in your lap.

The room smells of chamomile tea, some tangy Yankee candle and fresh gingerbread and biscuits, and it almost seems too homely for this particular room while you look terribly casual in your civilian clothes, shoulders slumped in a relaxed posture.

A sight he rarely gets to see and it’s doing something funny to his stomach.

He almost sounds accusatory when he addresses you, “What are you still doing here? It’s Christmas Eve.”

You look up from the page you’re reading and the way your face lights up with a soft smile has Kyle’s heart thudding rapidly in his chest.

“Hi, Kyle,” you greet him casually, “Gonna hold the fort here. I’m on standby over the holidays. I swapped my vacation days with some of the lads, so that they can celebrate with their families.”

Kyle. Not Gaz or Garrick. Kyle.

His name spilling from your lips so smoothly is like a commando that has him stand at attention like the soldier he is.

His duffel bag hits the floor with a heavy thud as his shoulders tense and spine straightens, “Wait – What? Why the bloody hell would you do that? Is Price in on this?!”

Kyle can’t wrap his head around the fact why you’d do such a thing. You’ve worked your arse off all year and the team has only come back from a four month deployment less than two weeks ago; if there is someone who deserves a break – it’s you!

However, you merely shrug and nod nonchalantly before blowing on your steaming mug and taking a small sip.

“They have wives and kids and I don’t, and of course, the Captain knows.”

Bastard, Kyle thinks and scoffs; face setting in a frown, though he can’t quite argue with your reasoning. Still, it feels wrong, and Price could’ve told him. The Captain knows that–

“But you have a loving family waiting for you, too.”

And here Kyle was hoping to see you, perhaps invite you over to his place during your leave, but he’s not going to tell you that now. Then again, it never seems to be the right timing between you, and it’s starting to frustrate him more than anything.

The way you tut, quirk an eyebrow and then ponder, pursing your lips cutely about his statement, almost makes him smile triumphantly. There’s a reaction and he can work with it. He grabs his heavy duffel bag from the floor and carries it over to the vacant sofa across from the armchair you’re sitting in, dropping it onto the cushions before flopping down next to it.

“I’m no one’s wife and I’m not a mother, and can I be completely honest with you?” You don’t even wait for Kyle’s answer as you continue, “My siblings all have partners and, hell, even kids now, and I kind of feel–“

You hesitate, fiddling with the pages of the magazine in your lap, clearly either struggling again to open up or simply searching for the right words, but either way, Kyle waits dutifully like he always does, not daring to interrupt you in a moment of rare vulnerability. He knows how to make people talk, is trained to do so, yet you’re like a Rubik’s Cube he can’t quite solve.

Whenever Kyle thinks he’s getting closer, you show him a new side, give him a new piece of intel on you, and it’s like he has to start all over again. Or perhaps, his feelings for you are in the bloody way, always self-sabotaging him.

You let out a deep sigh, “I feel out of place at home, like I don’t even know how to handle being there anymore and– it’s only getting worse.”

Oh, shit. There it is.

He shakes his head, having made up his mind already, “I’m gonna stay here with you, then.”

Your eyebrows furrow and you shuffle in your seat, sitting up straight and meaning business. Kyle can barely suppress a snort at how cutely you prepare yourself to argue with him; he will hear you out, though. Perhaps you’ll say something and spill some beans he hasn’t heard from you before.

“No, Kyle, you’ll get in trouble with your ma and I ain’t having that.”

“Please,” he flicks his wrist dismissively, “She’s aware that I can get called in for an emergency mission anytime. She knows what comes with our job.”

“This isn’t an emergency, though.”

“Nah,” he hesitates before adding with determination, “This is far more important and who the bloody hell says that I don’t feel exactly the same, hm?”

The look he gives you is non-negotiable and your lips close while you huff through your nose.

The whole evening could very well be the plot of some corny Christmas romance movie.

After informing his family of his absence with a well-meant white lie and making other arrangements – and promises – to be home for Boxing Day, you and Kyle end up making dinner from scratch, both of you refusing to resolve eating some shitty MRE’s on Christmas Eve.

It’s all terribly domestic between you then, and Kyle has to actively remind himself throughout the evening that this isn’t going to be a permanent state of affairs between you two.

Not until he addresses the elephant in the room, at least, because it’s suddenly too easy to let his hand linger on the small of your back when you brush past him in the kitchen and soak up all the soft glances and smiles you shoot in his direction.

Once dinner is finished and the dishes are washed, dried and put away – Kyle scrubs while you wait with a dry kitchen towel, working alongside each other like a well-oiled machine just like you do in the field – you retreat back to the rec room together.

“I haven’t watched Home Alone yet,” you chime, walking towards the sofa where Kyle has already laid down on his back, head resting on the armrest while he lounges with his long legs stretched out, clutching the remote of the large flat TV in one hand as he scrolls through Netflix lazily.

He raises an eyebrow in mild surprise, “Like, ever?”

You snicker quietly, shaking your head, as you set the warm bowl of buttered popcorn on the low coffee table.

“No, this year,” you answer, and Kyle can see the way your eyes flicker briefly between the armchair and the sofa he’s already spread out on. You’re pondering your next move, he can tell very well, can see the gears turning in his head, and his stomach starts fluttering with nerves, quarrelling internally to make the first move instead.

God above, he’s never felt this lost and anxious because of a woman before.

But it’s you.

Kyle clears his throat before untucking his arm from behind his head,

“C’mere,” he says and his voice is way too breathless, sounds way too unconfident for his own liking, “Lay down with me.”

He pats his chest with his flat palm invitingly, holding his breath in anticipation of your reaction while his stomach twists with knots. A rejection from you would certainly hurt more than a bullet wound and take longer to heal, too, he’s sure.

The moment seems to stretch endlessly and while you hold eye contact with him, Kyle is starting to feel incredibly awkward with each passing second. His pulse starts to throb in his neck, cheeks heating up with the sudden blood rush, and in a brief panic, he wonders if he should back-pedal before it can get even more cringy.

However, when the crease between your brows softens eventually and you close the short distance between yourself and the edge of the sofa, Kyle nearly breathes a sigh of relief.

“You sure about this? I might be too heavy,” you mutter, bracing one hand on the backrest while Kyle parts his legs instinctively to make space for you.

He scoffs in mock offense, making a vague gesture at the length of his muscular body, “Are you serious?”

You roll your eyes and when you get settled on the sofa with him, Kyle notices how flustered you look, and it makes his chest swell with an odd mixture of pride and affection.

He acts on autopilot then, makes adjustments as soon as you lower yourself on his chest oh so tentatively; tugs you closer and wraps his arm around your waist, deciding then and there to never let you go again.

Sure he’s hugged you before, been in close quarters, and shared a corner to catch some shut eye in some rancid safe house, but it has never been like this. He’s hooked.

“This okay for you, sweetheart?” He asks, tucking your head below his chin while his hand roams along the length of your spine with a feather light touch, not wanting to overdo it and cross a line you don’t want to cross yet – if ever.

“Mhmm,” you hum and your cheek rubs over his sternum as you nod slowly, making his breath hitch at the friction.

And, oh God, but Kyle realizes he might’ve been too overzealous with his invite to cuddle up with him; might’ve bitten off more than he can chew, now that he’s so hyperaware of your warm body moulding flush atop his own.

Two perfect pieces of the same puzzle. He knew it.

He focuses on keeping his breath steady then, lips slightly parted; eyes flickering between the TV screen with the Home Alone cover on display and the crown of your head, so close that he could purse his lips and place a kiss on your hair, while he’s frozen in place, blood rushing and heart pumping so fast, he’s sure you can feel it.

“Hey, Kyle?”

Kyle swallows thickly, trying to get some moisture down his throat, “Uh, yeah?”

“Just start the bloody movie.” You utter with a soft sigh, nuzzling into his chest.

[mordredpendragon]

greetings catboy mordred nation. i was wondering whether you've got any medlit recs that have good percival/mordred moments cuz ive never actually seen them interact in what i've read but your art has me invested

also i pronounce it persimmon in my head which i think is an adorable ship name

omg hi moss! thanks you so much for the ask, and yes i confirm it is meant to be announced persimmon. it doesn't mean anything, i just think it sounds cute.

also i'm very happy you got invested in them through my art, that means so much to me 💕 as a thank you, here's a little doodle of them!

with that out of the way, this post is stupidly long, so all my thoughts will be under the cut below.

if i'm being honest 99% of the stuff for them is basically made up for my own canon and lore in my personal project, LidERi: Paradise Lost. they started off as a crackship and i just thought they'd make a good pairing together, and here we are. if you want to know more about their LidERi: Paradise lost iteration specifically, you can go through the #prsmn tag under my blog or ask me ^^

but in regards to medieval literature, there's one interaction that stands out to me the most and i've actually posted about my thoughts on it here!

vulgate lancelot part VI, page 325 to be exact.

it's simple and brief, but i find it very poignant and there's a lot worth examining here! mordred calls him "simple" and "prefers peace to war", percival is also described as gentle. 'in no way did he resemble a proud knight'. this is also around the same time he first left his mother, aglovale took him to arthur's court so he hasn't yet faced the hardships of being a knight. 'his shield, where no blow had yet been struck' is an apt observation made by kay.

mordred is also a young knight here, i put him to be around the same age loosely as percival if not just a little bit older. after this brief encounter, their comments are repeated to percival by a court jester to which he's mocked.

now, i personally don't think mordred or kay (for once this time!) meant any ill will behind them, they simply stated an observation. even then, it rouses percival to go on a quest to prove himself as a worthy knight to mordred (and kay but this isn't about him rn lol)

it is an incredibly rash action, percival defies his older brother aglovale by leaving court early on (in the middle of winter, no less!) he feels so strongly about proving that he's a worthy knight to mordred that he's willing to die for it. pretty crazy. it's where i got my reading of them as rivals. they started off as one sided rivals on percival's side but he quickly catched up to mordred, to which mordred thinks "oh fuck, i can't let him beat me." lol

this interaction is also in le morte d'arthur, except the scene itself at court is missing, so you only know about it through percival telling patrides/persydes about it.

anyway, going back to vulgate, arthur finds out about this and reprimands both kay and mordred about it which is really funny.

and he is right! percival does in fact go on to meet hector de maris and team up with him in order to find lancelot.

this starts on page 336 if you want to read it yourself. basically, percival comes across The Guilty Knight clad in all black armour in the isle of joy. the guilty knight challenges any and all knights that come across him and is undefeated until percival asks him for a duel to which he wins, and the knight reveals himself to be lancelot.

so yeah. so called best knight of the world lancelot is actually rivaled by a young percival, he might be one of the only characters to ever equal to or defeat both lancelot and gawain i think. (it's certainly the case in perlesvaus, but that's a post for another day.)

percival also reunites lancelot with his brother hector in a really sweet scene, and then the two of them get to meet the then child galahad who is just 10 years old.

sorry that ended up just being moreso about percival in vulgate but i hope you understand what i mean! i think it's safe to say that mordred pushed percival to outdo himself and be better, and that brief yet significant interaction led to percival performing wonders. bear in mind that lancelot was missing for A DECADE. they literally got an expedition of knights to look for him INCLUDING but not limited to mordred, gawain, aglovale, etc, and they failed. percival did what they couldn't.

apart from that, they also have a minor interaction in the perceval continuations where percival jousts against mordred and mordred gets his ass beat. it's not that significant so i don't think about it or mention it too much, but here it is if you're curious.

while not medieval literature the ones i'm about to list are retellings, i'd be remiss not to mention them. but i do know of gradalis (they're like. actually gay in this one) but its entirely in french so i can't tell you much about it.

what i CAN tell you about though is The Last Knight of Albion by Peter Hanratty, wherein percival is the titular last knight, seeking mordred for revenge for arthur's death. it's a follow up from The Book of Mordred, which i recommend you to read first.

anyways, here's some toxic old man yaoi mordred/percival from The Last Knight of Albion, on the house from me. it's got some insane gay tension in it lol i can't believe Peter Hanratty wrote about percival having an intense homoerotic fixation on mordred before i did.

tl;dr i think they're neat. their interaction in vulgate is brief but resonant enough for me to pull a lot of inspiration from it and you'd be surprised that they also have a lot of parallels and things in common with each other.

they're both the youngest among 5 brothers and have a destiny/fate greater than them (being the one to end arthur's reign and being a grail knight respectively). it's even spicier when you factor in the orkney/wales blood feud which adds onto their rivals bit. i could go on and on about it, like their biblical paralells (percival as biblical adam, mordred as lucifer, percival being tempted by lucifer in disguise during vulgate grail quest, etc), percival in perlesvaus being a vessel of atonement/revenge of the sins done unto his father, mordred carrying the burden of sin as the literal embodiment of arthur's failings, etc etc, but this post is already long af. i hope it's enough to at least give you something to think about and extrapolate from. i hope you enjoy!

much love, and welcome to 🥭 PRSMN NATION 💕

[foolishlovers]

soo apparently, i've written over 400k words of crowley and aziraphale flirting and falling in love with each other this year

holy shit???

it's been a wild ride but i'm proud of the fics i've written:

only lovers in the building - 1.8k, T

at the q&a session for crowley and aziraphale's murder mystery podcast, their listeners seem far more interested in the unsolved mystery of their relationship than their latest case. it’s time to tackle one final puzzle.

out of the blue - 3.6k, E

while crowley braces for yet another goodbye, aziraphale is determined to stay and bestow his love upon the demon tonight.

wasting my time (chasing the high) - 3.7k, T

an exes to lovers fic in which crowley - while touring and playing music all over europe - needs to find the courage to talk to aziraphale again. 

where a canvas blooms - 3.8k, T

this is the first part of a series (that i'll hopefully continue in the new year) in which gardener!crowley and bookseller!aziraphale have a cuddling arrangement. and it certainly is just a platonic arrangement. right?

a lasting impression - 4k, T

crowley's dull shift at the pasta bar takes an unexpected twist when the charming bookseller from the shop around the corner drops by.

good game, good girl - 5.1k, E

footballer!crowley and coach!aziraphale aren't just discussing tactics in crowley's hostel room... ineffable wives body worship, basically.

third time's the charm - 6.7k, T

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mix of oneshots and chaptered fics i'm still working on

i think it's also time to get a little sappy and review the writing experiences i've made this year...

(some of the) things i loved writing about this year: happy endings, anathema being a beautiful menace, gender fuckery and tons of trans characters, long-haired!crowley and bearded!aziraphale, librarians, authors and musicians, pepper, adam and warlock being mischievous little troublemakers, purple clothes, flowers and notes, sexually charged dancing scenes, aziraphale’s gorgeous thighs and tummy, crowley’s praise kink, taylor swift references, “ngk”, crowley and aziraphale being good with kids and bad at feelings, cosy cuddles and smart cats, all the sappy romance stuff and so so much found family. thank you to all the lovely and wonderful people who read my fics, who shared them on tumblr or with their friends, who gave kudos and wrote the kindest comments, making my days so much brighter and encouraging me to write more. and more. and more! every ao3 email and every tumblr notification is a blessing to me, it means the world to know that my stories are being read and enjoyed! and thank you to my writer friends who’ve continuously supported me throughout this entire year, who listened to countless voice notes of me messily attempting to plot fics, who made time to read first drafts and outlines during the busiest of weeks, who held my hand through writing emotional scenes breaking my own heart in the middle of the night, who supplied me with plenty of inspiration and laughter, who helped me fix many spelling/ grammar mistakes and the weirdest plot holes, who are always eager to hear about my next silly idea. again and again and again.

very excited to see where 2025 will take my writing 💜

[gardnhee]

bite me - P.SH

♰ warnings. blood sucking, cursing, very suggestive, vampire sunghoon (yum), yn is obsessed with his fangs, sunghoon gets realllll whiney later on, use of “doll”, reader is lwk weird, intentional lower case, switch!reader, switch!sunghoon- lmk if i missed anything !

♰ vampire!sunghoon x afab!reader

♰ song rec. bite me - enhypen

♰ wc. 3.1k

the soft patter of rain on your window makes you sigh as you sit in bed, skillfully reading a book. with a soft smile, you flip the page, snuggling into the blankets as your back rests against the headboard.

you eye the moon, a cool contrast to the dim light emanating from your lamp. with a low hum, you close the book, setting it on your nightstand as you yawn.

you stretch and groan, eyes snapping to the door after hearing a faint thump outside.

what the fuck?

in a matter of seconds, you’re standing in front of said door, shaky hand hovering over the knob. you jerk back after a louder thud echoes throughout your apartment. frantically looking around, you scramble to grab something. anything.

you somehow end up with scissors, eyebrows knitting together as you stare at the sharp object; this will do, you shrug in acceptance. another sound abruptly stops your train of thought, determined eyes now glaring at the door. in a swift motion, you swing it open, scanning the cozy apartment.

are those…scratching sounds?

you try to adjust to the darkness as you walk through your living room, fingers wrapped tightly around the scissor handle, metal tip facing up.

you realized that the more you walked, the more anxious you became, so you opted to close your eyes and stand still, pin-pointing exactly where the sound was coming from, something the shuffling of your slippers wouldn’t allow before.

you open your eye, slowly opening the other as you turn to the balcony, tip-toeing to the door. “so this is where the scratching is coming from?” you mutter, depositing the scissors on the table to your right. you slide your index finger and thumb through the blinds, only to be met with…nothing. there was absolutely nothing outside.

you tsk, annoyed now that you realize you left your comfort for no fundamental reason. before you could make your way back to the bedroom, faint scratching caught your attention again, making you stop dead in your tracks.

you muster up the courage, huffing as you finally open the balcony door, cold wind smacking you in the face. you continue to glance along the floor, eyes widening when you make eye contact with…a bat. a fucking bat.

its fur was jet black, wings neatly tucked into its body as it seemed to be shaking, blinking up at you so innocently. you weren’t exactly scared, in fact, you thought it was cute. you tilt your head down at it, smiling softly.

“what’re you doin’ out here in the cold? you’re so cute!” you kneel down, falling back as black smoke engulfs the small mammal.

“what the-?”

are those … shoes? pants?

where did the bat go?- “oh my god!” you scream, reaching for the door with urgency and slamming it shut, taking several steps back as you bump against the counter.

that…that was a man. a man standing in your balcony. “holy hell..” you breathed, one hand on your chest and the other tangled in your hair. if you weren’t afraid before, you definitely are now.

“excuse me?” a deep voice rang in your ears, making you flinch, hand flying up to your mouth.

“please let me in…it’s cold.”

“who - what - the hell…are you!” you exclaim, staring at the tall silhouette that reflected against your blinds, gulping as cold sweat made its way down your forehead.

“my name is park sunghoon. now please let me in, i’m freezing.”

“no, go away!”

“just…for tonight. i promise i won't hurt you.” the voice on the other end implored. you saw as he rubbed his arms, possibly to get rid of the chills. you weighed your options, biting your lip as you fidget with the hem of your shirt.

“i don’t know i…” you felt bad, yet letting a random man into your house was against everything you believed in.

you sighed in disbelief, walking over to the door and cracking it open. you nearly gasped; he was handsome. very, very, handsome. you couldn’t fathom it.

sunghoon cleared his throat, his deep red eyes staring you down. “may i come in?” he rumbles in a low, drool-inducing tone.

“i…yes, of course, come in. sorry-!” you stumble over your words, chuckling in both hesitance and nervousness.

you move aside, inviting him in with a warm smile, one that wasn’t reciprocated - let alone acknowledged. you squint skeptically, locking the door to prevent the cold breeze from fully storming your apartment.

“there’s no point in being skeptical now, i’m already in your house.” he says matter of factly, studying his surroundings with his hands behind his back.

your eyes widened.

what?

sunghoon chuckled, “hey, calm down. i promised i wouldn’t hurt you, didn't i?” he says, finally turning to you.

“i intend to keep my promise.”

you gulp, smiling awkwardly as you nod. he grabs the corners of his collar, looking at you before continuing, “may i get comfortable?” once again, you nod, standing there like a statue, lips pursed.

sunghoon takes off his suit, hanging it on a nearby coat hanger you had conveniently placed in a corner.

“why are you here? i mean…why my apartment?” you blurt, taking the stoic individual aback.

“well, i was flying-“ his eyes travel to you as you give him a blank stare, registering what’s currently unfolding before you.

“you’re a fucking-!” realization crashed into you like a wave.

“vampire. yes.” sunghoon nods, untying his corset, or at least attempting to.

you peer at him, long nails struggling against the knots as he grunts, another prominent lump forming in your throat.

“anyway, i was flying and as you can see…” he juts his chin towards your living room window, emphasizing his point, “the storm knocked me into your balcony.” you nod, letting him know you’re listening.

“and so i thought, ‘hey, why not wait till the rain dies down?’” sunghoon nods to himself, “sorry if i’ve bothered you.” he sheepishly chuckles, bowing momentarily.

“no no! it’s no problem really!…” you wave your hands in a frenzy, shaking your head violently as you beam.

fuck handsome, this man is absolutely mouthwatering. fangs poking into plush lips, charcoal black hair a stark contrast to his pale skin, illuminating under the moonlit night.

“excuse me?”

“yes! sorry.” you focus back on his face.

sunghoon smiles, “you mind?” he walks to you, back now facing your astonished face.

“sure but…” you took a sly look over his shoulder, staring at the side of his face. he raised a brow, head tilting slightly, “never untied a corset before?” you bite your lip, gazing down at the corset.

“it’s okay, i’ll show you.” sunghoon grabs your hands with his cold ones, making you yelp.

“sorry, can’t really help it…”

“it’s okay. no worries.” you gape at his back muscles, the way they move under his white clad shirt…if only you could just take a bite-

“so then you loop your fingers through this part right here,” instructed sunghoon, tapping the knot; you obediently followed his orders. “good, good. now, simultaneously keep doing that until the corset comes loose,” he pauses, standing straight, “you might have to pull a little, okay?” you utter a small ‘yes,’ concentration written all over your face.

“thank you.” corset now in his hand, he moves with it to your living room, placing it on the sofa as he grazes the soft fabric.

“that’s a sofa.” you inform as you see your way to him.

“i know.” sunghoon sighs, “i was human before becoming a vampire, you know?” he peeks at you, picking up on your engrossed look.

“i was bitten,” he sits, “unfortunately.”

“‘unfortunately’?” you echo, sitting beside him, “why is that?” your gaze softens, holding his fiery eyes.

“eternal youth, immortality…none of that is always good. i mean, i have to drink human blood in order to live.” sunghoon plops back into the soft cushion, hair messy from all the moving around.

“that doesn’t sound too bad, though.”

he smiles, “you don’t know half of it.”

you shrug, sitting back. “how old are you?” you ask as sunghoon’s eyes are glued to the ceiling, hand softly caressing his forehead.

“let’s see…” he whispers, counting with his slim fingers. “200…400…430 years old.” you choke, back straightening as the words processed in your mind.

“FOUR HUNDRED AND THIRTY FUCKING YEARS?!”

sunghoon bursts out laughing, “are you always cursing?” you blush, embarrassed at your sudden outburst.

“you should go to bed…” he dips his head to the side, regarding you in a quizzical manner; an unspoken question.

“yn.” you snicker, “yn ln.”

he bobs his head, “yn ln.” he repeats, sultry tone almost luring you to sleep.

“if you can’t sleep, there’s the tv!” you point to a little coffee table, “the remote is right there.” sunghoon nods, giving you a small smile before you walked off to your room.

you basically jump on your bed, quickly getting under the covers as you stare outside the window. you turn off the lamp, sighing as you close your eyes.

⋆♱✮♱⋆

the room was pitch black, a sliver of light peeked through the curtains. you frowned, you don’t remember drawing the curtains?

you sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as your ears perk up. “what is up with these sounds tonight?” you murmur, groggily making your way to the door.

the sofa was empty and you couldn’t see much, but you could definitely hear, and what you heard made you cringe.

a series of slurps and munching sounds invaded your surroundings. you sniffed, blood? perhaps meat? an exasperated gasp clawed its way out of your throat once it dawned on you.

“s-sunghoon?”

the slurping stops, so do you. the only thing obstructing your view was the kitchen counter, and honestly, you wish you’d never have to peer over it.

the pungent smell of blood made you dizzy. your hand gripped the hard surface, stomach churning in a way that’s physically impossible to ignore.

“yn?” his voice was ragged, breathless as his glistening chest heaved. the once impeccably white shirt was now stained, deep red streaks scattered throughout, greedily seeping into every piece of fabric it reached.

“what are you…?” you whisper, eyes wide as you step back. the anxious vampire was no longer coy, displaying a look of worry on his bloody face.

“i’m sorry i…” sunghoon huffed, attempting to wipe his hands on his pants, “i got hungry and i didn’t want to hurt you so i settled on animal blood..” you notice his fangs. maybe it was the dim light, or lack thereof, playing tricks on you, but they look…longer? sharper? you couldn’t quite tell, yet it…piqued your interest.

“is that blood enough?”

sunghoon shrugs, “if i drink enough, maybe i’ll be satisfied.” you tilt your head in utter fascination

“‘maybe’? don’t you want to…” you reveal more of your neck, his eyes flickered.

“no i…are you sure?”

you nodded, body speaking before your brain can string a full sentence together. your emotions changed almost immediately, you weren’t terrified, you were…aroused. you’ve always had a sick obsession with sharp objects…but this… you needed to feel them sink into your skin immediately.

you watched as his eyes glowed, tongue darting out to wet his lips. impatient as you were, you grabbed his red hands, pulling his slim figure to you.

“why?” he asks, eyeing your neck, specifically a vein. so juicy…you smelled so good…fuck.

“i want to feel them…” you brazenly admit. sunghoon blinks, blood now dripping from his chin and onto his exposed chest.

“you’re at risk of turning…”

“that’s okay.”

“yn you don’t know what-“

“just…do it.” you strain, “i’m helping you.” you tuck your hair away from your neck, giving the hesitant vampire enough access.

what are you doing?? you have no idea. this might be the last night of your life as human, but honestly… that doesn’t sound like a problem….at least to you.

sunghoon nods, gulping as he moves his mouth closer, opening as wide as he can. you nearly fall back, screaming at the pain that flourished from your neck. he wraps his arms around your waist, eliminating the gap between your bodies.

his eyes close in ecstasy, brows scrunched as your sweet blood made contact with his tongue. sunghoon whines, making incoherent sounds as he squeezes you. he’s so…touchy…you’d never expect this from him.

“fuck…sunghoon…” you wince, balling a part of his shirt into your fists, “fuck!” if it weren’t for his strong arms, you’d be on the ground by now. you feel his hands snake down your body, surprising you as he hooks them under your thighs, sitting you on one of the seats under the counter.

his fangs were still penetrating your fragile skin, you started to feel lightheaded, losing consciousness by the second. before you knew it, everything went black, only the sting that is now faintly there and the scattered blue dots that resided behind your eyelids remain.

⋆♱✮♱⋆

“yn…wake up.” your eyes snap open, a sharp breath escaping your lips. you look around in a hurry, not noticing the man before you.

you run to the bathroom, flicking the light on as you stare at your neck in the mirror. “huh?” there’s a patch covering what you assumed were two red dots. bite marks...what did you get yourself into? you flinch as sunghoon appears behind you.

“holy shit. how did you-!“ you yell, turning your body to face him.

“teleportation?” he states, raising a brow at you, “it’s common knowledge…i mean, you would know…” sunghoon sing-sings as he pulls out a book.

the book that was on your nightstand…he has it in his hand.

“what the hell! give it back!”

“let’s see…’he caressed my back as his teeth slowly sink into my skin’…” you try to reach for the book, to no avail as he’s - by far - much taller than you, “is this why you offered to-?” he questions with amusement.

“no!!!!” you cross your arms, “i felt bad because you looked starved.” he answers with a stretched ‘mmmhm,’ squinting his eyes as if he can see right through you.

you walk out, sunghoon following suit. “does it still hurt?” he questions, situating the book down and walking back to you. his pale fingers come up to softly brush the patch, a red dot soaking through the fabric. “no, i can’t feel it actually…” his eyes shoot up, distress oozing from them.

“what?” sunghoon hastily takes off the patch, eyes hysterically looking for something. “open your mouth.” you grimace, confusion striking your features as you comply. he feels around your top and bottom teeth, you protest as his digits feel cold in your mouth. “fuat iz it?” you manage, capturing his wrists.

“your fangs are growing in.” sunghoon steps back, wiping the excess saliva on his pants. he sits on the bed, “you’re turning into a vampire, yn.” you gleam, catching him off guard. “most people would be on the floor crying…” he announces, more to himself than to you.

“let me see your wrist.” he flips your palm upward. there was a mark. a small cross.

“what’s that?”

“‘what’s that’? isn’t this in your vampire books?”

you pout, snatching your wrist away from his grip. “you’re not funny.”

“i think i'm hilarious.” he retorts. with a scoff, you sit next to him, the soft surface denting a little more.

“it’s a marking.”

“a marking?”

“like how werewolves mark their mate…or how incubi choose their wives and make them succubi, it’s a similar process without the sex part.”

“i’m your mate?!” he nods, “in other words, you’re my wife.” you jump, unable to wrap your head around his words.

“how does that… happen?”

sunghoon stands and steps in front of you, “usually happens when there’s an attraction between a vampire and human.” he smirks at you, “you enjoyed it, didn’t you?” he taunts, making you quiver to your very core.

he continues, “i’m going to assume yes considering all those smutty books you read about vampires.” he taps his chin playfully, “didn’t know you were so fascinated with my kind.” sunghoon audibly laughs as you slap his arm.

“do you want me to lie…?” you embarrassingly turn your head, eyes sparkling.

he shakes his head, “no, no. i want you to say it to my face.” sunghoon gently grabs your chin, bending down to be at eye level with you.

“you’re attracted to me, aren’t you?” he places his hands on your lap as you nod, sunghoon smiles.

“to be frank i…i took a liking to you the moment you let me step foot in here.” he stares at you, “i tried my hardest not to acknowledge you at first, but it just…i couldn’t. i was - am - drawn to you…” you blink, cheeks heating up and heart hammering against your chest.

“you’re just so…” he tucks a stray hair behind your ear, basking in your beauty. “so utterly beautiful…” you grab his collar, smashing your lips into his. sunghoon whines in surprise, moaning when you straddle him. “you’re…you’re sitting on it…be careful” he bites his lips, pouting as you smirk, planting yourself harder on his semi hard cock.

“you just met me, and you’re already hard for me?” your smirk grows wider, and you bend down to kiss him once again. his hands fly to your hips, stifling your surprised whimper.

“that’s rich coming from someone who gets aroused by my fangs being in their neck.” sunghoon says as you pull away, leaving you open-mouthed.

“you didn’t think i could smell it? i’m a vampire, doll.” you shriek at the pet name, his divine hand cupping your now sopping cunt. “you’re so wet i can feel it through these skimpy ass shorts.”

he smirks up at you, “not so bold now, huh?”

“i-“

“shut the fuck up.” he growls, turning you over so that now he’s on top of you, “do you know how hard i’ve been trying to restrict myself? it’s so hard when you’re such a slut, wearing pajamas that leave little to the imagination.” he grabs the waistband of your shorts, letting it slap against your skin as you moan, growing even more impatient. sunghoon’s voice grew husky, lips glistening and angry red from all the making out.

his hair is disheveled, shirt hanging loosely around his shoulders. you grab his nape, moving to his neck. leaving a trail of wet kisses, he moans lowly. you harshly suck and bite his collarbone, enticing a small ‘ah’ from sunghoon.

you place your mouth by his ear, warm breath hitting his lobe as he shudders. “you say i’m a whore? fine. i’m going to fuck you until you can’t talk anymore. until the only thing on your mind is my pussy wrapping around your dick.”

sunghoon nods, “yes baby, please.” his eyes filled with desire, leaving any and all trace of critical thinking behind. with each touch and whimper, the tension builds until the room is filled with nothing but the sound of your shared passion, fulfilling every promise of pleasure made in the heat of the moment.

© GARDNHEE 2024, do not copy, modify, or upload on other platforms

♰ note. i love cockblocking yall :3 i promise a full smut fic is on the way!! also please like, comment, n reblog!! would be highly appreciated 🫶🫶

♰ huge thanks to my proofreader @heartryuu , i love you bae 🤍🤍.

♰ taglist. @lovlyrickyyy @strawbvrrie @stvrliighttt (lmk if u want to be added!)

[tshortik]

My random comic Recs #1

I've been reading more comics lately, so I wanted to share my love for them in the hopes that someone might give this medium a chance!

Note: I am not a fan of superhero comics, because I simply don't like that genre, so don't expect superheroes below. Gonna make these posts every now and then and they will always include 4 recs. 1.) The Many Deaths of Laila Starr

Death got demoted and sent to earth as a mortal! Some boy is going to figure out how to cheat death in the future, and our girl Death really doesn't appreciate that. The entire graphic novel is only 5 issues long, so it's VERY digestible and easy to get through.There is something so light and playful about the art style, and the vibrant colors really sell it.

For people that are completely new to comics as a medium, I imagine that this is actually an A+ book to start with for the reasons I just mentioned. The way paneling and the flow of time is done in here, is a great example as to why comics are so unique as a medium and why they should be looked at as its own art from, separate from movies or books.

2) Mécanique Céleste (Or "Mechanica Calaestium" in the German translation, or "Aster Of Pan" in the English translation)

An absolutely breathtaking French comic. Aster lives in Pan, a post-apocalyptic France where she scavenges for wreckage with her friend Wallis. After their people come under a threat by the Federation of Fortuna, they are given a choice —submit to Fortuna’s rule or beat them in a weird Hunger Games-esque version of Dodge, called “Celestial Mechanics”.

The detailed art pieces in each panel, the careful line work, the lively way the characters move and the stunning watercolors captivated me from the first page. This graphic novel (now 2 volumes) is one of a kind and truly unique!

3) Something Is Killing the Children

Note: Comic contains a lot of gore and violence!

Children are starting to disappear in Archer's Peak. The ones that come back tell impossible stories that no one seems to believe. Only one stranger trusts these tales - a mysterious girl named Erica Slaughter who seems to be able to see these creatures too. And she's here for business.

I loooove Something is Killing the Children. I haven't finished reading the ongoing volumes yet, but I am super fascinated at how well the pacing goes in this story. The rough art style with Erica's freaky large eyes is SO fun, and you start appreciating it even more the longer you read.

4) Mon Ami Pierrot ("Mein Freund Pierrot" in German, "My friend Pierrot" in English)

Another fabulous French comic! Cléa is to marry soon - a young man name of Berthier. Right before the wedding she meets the fascinating magician Pierrot though, who completely changes the course of her life. Entranced by his whimsical nature that makes her feel "free" for the first time in her life, she follows him and leaves her previous life behind. During her stay with Pierrot, questions arise, though. Who is he really? All the while her betrothed sets out to find her again.

The Ghibli influence both art- and storywise is easy to make out, and I personally really enjoyed that. I particularly love the colors and the facial expressions the characters are drawn with. Everything feels very whimsical and playful and I had a good time going through this chonker of a graphic novel!

No spoilers, but I expected toothrottingly-sweet wholesome stuff, and ended up surprised on several occasions. I think the colours and art style really help give those moments wham, because you don't expect it.

[brian-in-finance]

Caitríona Balfe says she is so open and free. She talks about her life and posts photos with her brothers. Why does she avoid talking about her husband? Sorry, I'm new here.

Welcome to Mordor, Anon. 😂

I’m curious about the “photos with her brothers” you mentioned. I found one, an oldie, but goodie.

Instagram 11 April 2014

If you’re referring to The Irish Yank Foundation run in Monaghan 🇮🇪 on New Year’s Day this year, she was photographed with the same brother, but posted no photos herself.

Does she “avoid” talking about her husband? Or does she talk minimally about him?

In May 2016, on SiriusXM, Caitríona said, “Some things are just for me.” For the most part, her family/personal life is one of those things.

However… she does talk about/mention her husband more often than his critics think. 😉 And, for anyone who is counting, we’ve now heard her say “Tony” four times. 😂 Here’s a wee sampling, 24 examples, of husband/Tony talk, from September 2017, to April 2025:

We met through friends in the UK and I'm very happy. He's from a small family and when I bring him to Monaghan, he's fine for a few days and then he finds the big, noisy Balfe family a bit overwhelming. I have more stability in my life now than I've ever had. Irish Daily Mail Weekend Magazine 30 September 2017 / Print

• • •

As for my more private life, frankly I'm not interesting so I don't like doing selfies, my partner is super private so he isn't on any social media and doesn't want to be so nothing is said about him. So yeah, that's naturally how I am!

And she hasn't ruled out an upcoming wedding in Ireland - the actress is recently engaged to intensely private music manager Tony McGill, but plans for the nuptials are still undecided. Would she consider coming back to Ireland to tie the knot?

“If you put a sun lamp over it, yeah l'd love to!" she laughs. Wedding planning is not really her thing however, and doesn't garner giddy chats and wishlists.

"I would just love to have all of my friends and family and have a great party," she clarifies when coming across as less than enthusiastic about planning her perfect day. "I think the production side of it is just too much like work!" Irish Tatler July 2018 / Print

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Photo: VENTURELLI/WIREIMAGE

It happened over the break. I’m very happy, People 7 January 2018 / Print

• • •

Screenshot: RTÉ

I met him through one of my best friends, which I think is the best kind of introduction you can get. The Late Late Show 16 February 2018 / TV show

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Gif

Irish Film & Television Academy Awards 22 February 2018 / Awards show

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(about being less predisposed to nostalgia) Oh God, my husband would not agree with that!

(about Australia) I actually got engaged in Australia. In Byron Bay.

(about dungarees) I have a few and my husband has regularly asked me when I wear them, “Oh, are you going off to fix something?" Is It Just Me? 4 November 2019 / Podcast

• • •

He's not a music producer, by the way. I just have to do this... He really hates this because he manages bands. He's in artist management. One person wrote it and now everybody does. Check Your Local Listings 5 February 2020 / Outlander premiere

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hubby made pasta! (and I'm still cleaning up 🤪) Twitter 20 March 20 / Social Media

• • •

Oh, God no. I mean if you ask Tony, he was like, "How can you learn pages and pages of dialogue and yet you will never get a lyric to a song right?" She’s A Rec 2 April 2020 / Podcast

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People can say whatever they want about me, I don't really care, but when people go after the people that we're with—when they go after my husband, or the people that [Sam's] dating-that's when it gets really hurtful. You realize that because of the career that you've chosen, other people in your life are getting hurt, and they didn't choose any of it. That's when it crosses the line. Harper’s Bazaar 10 May 2020 / Print

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I feel very lucky that through this show I met the love of my life, so that's made me much more of a romantic, to be sure.

I managed to squeeze it in on a weekend during production but it was beautiful and I had all my close friends and family there.

It’s also very important that your career not be your only thing, so I feel very lucky that I’ve found someone who makes me very, very happy.

My husband has known Sam since we started dating and he understands the situation very well.

I try not to read too much of the fan whispering and all of that stuff.

It’s important to me that people in your life who are not part of your work are not harmed by your job and what people say about you. Irish Mirror 1 June 2020 / Print

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… they're using us in some way to work out something that's actually very sad and very hurt within them. And if I try to approach it from that side, then I know it's really not about me, but when it affects my husband or people in our lives, well, then, you get a little bit like grr... So, occasionally you might zip back, but I try to not. Gold Derby 4 June 2020 / Video

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I've been with my husband for six years. Thanks A Million (Recorded November 2020) 5 January 2021 Podcast

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We are so grateful for this little soul ....that he chose us as his parents. Instagram 18 August 2021 / Social Media

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My husband, Tony, and I and our son are slightly nomadic. We split our time between Glasgow and London. When I'm working on Outlander, we're in Glasgow. Wall Street Journal 16 November 2021 / Print

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"Belfast" went into production last October with serious safety protocols in place, and the opportunity to get back to work couldn't have come at a better time for Balfe. She had spent the past four months holed up in her Glasgow apartment with her new husband, Tony McGill, and she was so excited to shoot the film that she missed the pair's first wedding anniversary. Los Angeles Times 22 November 2021 / Print (Caitríona also talks on about securing the role in the film while planning to celebrate their first wedding anniversary)

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Right now my husband and my son, that's my home, and wherever we go, we'll always have that. The Late Show With Stephen Colbert 12 January 2022 / TV show

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Through one blurry eye, I nudged my husband, he said, “Congrats," and we both went back to sleep. Associated Press 3 February 2022 / Video

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For me home, now, is where my family is. Our Place In Space 2 July 2022 / Video

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We were talking, me and my husband and a friend of his who's in the hospitality and drinks business, and we were talking about the Arts and how it's been so underfunded here, abroad, everywhere I travelled. Governments are slashing support for the Arts left, right, and centre, and we were talking about "what if we did something where we could use a percentage of the profits to give back, and that the whole ethos of the brand would be that it's about getting artists to help?" We would fund them, we would support them, and in their turn we could have artists use their art and promote it. The Staff Canteen (Recorded 8 March) 11 April 2023 / Podcast

• • •

Fan: Do you and Tony share the same musical tastes?

Caitríona: Do Sam and I share the same music...

Steve Himber: No, Tony, your real husband.

Caitríona: Tony? Yes. Sam? Definitely not. The Highlanders 7 20 July 2024 / Fan convention

• • •

I had an amazing day. We were in London. We had just wrapped a couple of days before. My husband took me to an art show, then to a three-hour lunch, and then to the theatre. It was heaven. Live With Kelly & Mark 18 October 2024 / TV show

• • •

Access Hollywood: Who’s your biggest fan?

Caitríona: I hope my husband.

Critics Choice Awards 7 February 2025 / Awards show

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My husband is my IT guy. I'm like, Tony? And he's like, have you pressed Return? Fox 5 Good Day NY 5 April 2025 / TV Show

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Remember the time BIF would never get back? 🤣

[sitp-recs]

HD Erised 2023 - Sitp recs

Hello hello! I’ve been trying to get back into the reading zone and Erised came at the perfect time. I thought I’d share my favorites as I slowly make my way through it, mostly to keep track of my reads and also because it’s been so long since I did a fest list (please don’t mind my very much incomplete Fan Fair list while I kick off another one 🙈 so much to read, so little time!). These were great fun and I can’t wait to see what’s coming up next!

🧹 Clear Skies, Full Hearts by @sorrybutblog (E, 16k)

Harry loves everything about playing professional Quidditch – the rush of flying, the rush of winning, the rush of getting off with rival seeker Draco Malfoy. Harry’s the highest scoring rookie Seeker in the history of the League. He’s also, inexplicably, obsessively, hooking up with Draco. When Draco unexpectedly quits the League and disappears from Harry’s life, Harry doesn’t stop wondering what it all meant and if he’ll ever get another chance to find out.

🪴 solemates by @shiftylinguini (E, 17k)

It starts because Harry has no self-control when it comes to meaningless and entertaining competition. Actually no, that's not quite right. It starts because Harry is absolutely plastered.

🎨 Thickets by @wolfpants (E, 17k)

When Draco returns to the UK after two decades of building his career as an internationally-renowned artist to look after his ailing, estranged father, he crosses paths with his former flame, Harry Potter, in the most unexpected way.

🚎 Sugarplum by @mallstars (E, 27k)

"Draco," said Potter, a little breathless, a little cheerful. "Hi." He smelled of coconut lotion, Cockroach Clusters and a sloppy ironing charm, his scent crowding Draco's overworked mind from the moment he stepped onto the bus. Lifting one hand off the steering wheel, Potter gave a small wave. He wore gloves. Fingerless, the leather black against the sunlight. Leather. In August.

🧶 we have heard on high by @oflights (E, 34k)

Reeling from the fallout of a bad breakup, Harry decides to find out who his soulmate is. The bad news: it's Draco Malfoy. The good news: Malfoy doesn't seem to know they're soulmates. The worst news: Harry might be falling for him anyway.

🇫🇷 À Bon Chat by @oknowkiss (E, 35k)

Draco Malfoy didn’t intend to lead a life of crime after the war. It’s just that being good had turned out so incomprehensibly boring. Now he's thirty-five, a fully redeemed member of society, the darling of the wizarding social pages, and a newly minted consultant for Gawain Robards' Investigative Research division. In his spare time, he enjoys good whisky, casual sex, and moonlighting as an art thief.

🥘 Nothing Gold Can Stay by @moonflower-rose (E, 40k)

One summer evening, Harry Potter vanished in the middle of dinner with his friends. Four days later he came back. Sort of. Draco Malfoy is on the case.

🐺 Jasmine in Bloom by @lqtraintracks (E, 41k)

This is not something Draco can have in his life… Potter overturning all that he’s carefully cultivated. They’re not compatible and never will be. Draco’s been playing with fire. It just so happens that he likes how Potter smoulders before being allowed close enough to burn.

⏳The Unplottable Time Conundrum by @writcraft (E, 45k)

When the past starts bleeding into the present at Grimmauld Place, an old academic article pulls Draco Malfoy out of his life of luxury. Haunted by the memory of a fleeting post-war kiss and thrust into the ghostly spaces inhabited by Unspeakable Harry Potter, Draco’s easy life is about to get a whole lot more complicated.

🪩 Never Mind the Bollocks by @the-sinking-ship (E, 118k)

If someone told Harry six months ago that by autumn he would be single, living on whisky and toast, and dancing the night away with Draco Malfoy, he would have told them to get their head checked. And yet, here he was.

[lomlhwa]

vocal training (k.th)

paring: vocal coach!taehyun x idol!reader

preview: you've been working with taehyun for the past year and a half to improve your voice for your debut. after so much time building tension, taehyun finds that he has a... different sound that he wants to hear come out of you. maybe even help you relieve some stress about your upcoming debut.

tags/warnings: fem reader, reader is so oblivious to taehyun's crush on her, so much kissing, taehyun consent king, thigh riding, multiple orgasms, fingering, auralism, hair pulling, praise, degrading, pet names (baby, doll, babe, my love, good girl, slut), unprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), orgasm denial, reader just getting bent over taehyun's mixing desk, creampie

trigger warnings: kinda unconsensual audio recording but it's literally only mentioned right at the end.

wc: 1.5k

song recs for this fic: perfume by dojaejung, la girls by charlie puth, my house by 2pm, deja vu by ateez, they wanna fuck by kim petras, dangerous woman by ariana grande

a/n: if you want your pussy domestically abused, hit my line. with that, nevvie out 🫡

you try again to hit the falsetto taehyun’s been trying to get out of you. yet again, your voice breaks right before you hit the right note. you rip the headphones off and groan in frustration. 

you've been trying to hit this note for weeks. the one time you managed to hit it, you weren't even recording. you'd come into the studio early to practice, in hopes you'd be able to impress your coach by hitting the note first try when he gets here. he always made you feel special when you managed to hit a difficult note. hugs, kisses on the cheek, anything to be mildly touchy. 

you almost thought he might have a crush on you. but why would your vocal coach like you as anything more than his student or his friend? you had started to like taehyun because of his touchy-ness but you would never tell him. there’s no way he would see you the same way.

he arrives at the studio to see you sitting on the floor beyond frustrated with yourself. you bang your head against the sound proofed wall behind you, trying to figure out what you’re doing wrong. he giggles to himself before opening the door to the recording room. 

“you’re belting. you’re supposed to just let it flow, baby,” taehyun says as he opens the door to the recording room where you currently reside. you sigh and throw your lyric sheets in his general direction. “i don’t know how to not belt it,” you groan and shove your face in your hands. 

he gets behind you as best he can and hooks his arms under your armpits, lifting you up off the floor. “a falsetto is a head voice tone and you, doll, are using your chest voice. you just gotta shift where you’re singing from and you’ll hit it,” he puts the headphones back on your head, readjusting the mic to your level. he demonstrates the note with his own head voice, impressing you in the process. the fact that your male vocal coach can hit female falsettos never fails to amaze you. 

he walks back out of the recording room, settling into his chair in front of the mixing board. “i don’t think i’m physically capable of doing that,” you say into the mic, your voice booming into the other room. he laughs before pressing the intercom button and saying, “babe, i know you’re capable. you’re just pushing yourself too hard.” you whine, not wanting to keep trying.

“alright, come on, head voice,” he reminds you, “i know you’ve got that note somewhere in that beautiful voice of yours.” you do a couple vocal warm ups to prepare to try and get yourself into your head voice. he cues the backtrack and you wait a moment for your cue to sing. you sing the first couple of verses with no mistakes. a small musical bridge hits and you prepare yourself to sing your high note. but, much to your dismay, your voice cracks again, ruining this part of the recording. 

you throw the headphones off and yell, which takes over the other room’s sounds. you throw your pages around again, losing your cool. “y/n, come out here please,” taehyun says over the intercom. you trudge out of the studio and out to face your vocal coach. “you’re still belting,” you open your mouth to retort with some smartass comment but he pulls you onto his lap, wrapping arm around your waist to caress your back. 

“if you keep forcing the note, you’re going to ruin your vocal chords. we don’t want that right before your debut, do we, doll?” he sounds so condescending that it sends chills down your spine. he wraps both arms around you, pulling you down to rest your full body weight on his hardened member. you look at him, your mouth slightly agape and your eyes wide. 

“taehyun what are you-” he shakes his head, shushing you. he grips your hips with his hands, rocking you back and forth in his lap. your hands find purchase on his shoulders to keep yourself grounded. his hands fall away and your hips continue on their own. taehyun holds your jaw with one of his hands, forcing you to look at him. a small groan falls from your lips at the contact. 

“do you want some… extra voice training?” he asks. you know what he really means and your mind is so foggy that all you can do is not and make a small noise of agreement. “i need words, baby,” he says, tracing your throat and jawline with his pointer finger. he shifts you over to his thigh before flexing it, sending a spike of pleasure through you. “yes! yes please,” you cry out. 

he breathes out a few curses before connecting your lips. his lips are plump and soft. he licks over your bottom lip, relishing in the taste of your cherry chapstick. you catch the tip of his tongue between your lips, giving it a harsh suck before welcoming it into your mouth fully. 

his hand travels down to the small of your back to encourage you to rock your hips on his thigh. you let out a shaky breath as taehyun helps you set a steady pace. you hold his face in your hands as he kisses down your neck, licking over the spots where dark marks are sure to appear. “that’s it, baby. use me to get off,” he says, his voice low and raspy. his words send a new jolt of pleasure through you, your hips picking up their pace. 

“that’s a good girl. good fucking girl,” his groans against your ear. your hands move from his face to the back of his neck, tugging on his hair. “go on, doll, cum for me.” your hips stutter as your high crashes over you. taehyun talks you through it, whispering small praises about how good you are for him. 

“i would love to taste you, but i think i might explode if i’m not inside you in the next 30 seconds.” that’s the only warning he gives you before getting you off his lap and bent over his mixing desk. he reaches over to turn off the mixer, not wanting your bodyweight to accidentally mess with something. he tugs your pants down to your ankles, not even bothering to take them off you fully. 

his finger traces the wet patch on your panties before tugging your panties off too. he grabs your hair, tugging your head back before saying; “i’m going to fuck you until you can hit the fucking high note.” your eyes roll into the back of your head as he shoves into you. he sheathes himself fully, but doesn’t move. you wiggle around, trying to get something out of him.

“sing the note,” he emphasizes his words with a thrust accompanying each word. you clear your throat, preparing your voice box to try and hit the note he wants. when your voice cracks again, he lets out a sinister laugh. “aww, you stupid slut. guess you don’t get to cum,” he tugs your hair again before setting a borderline abusive pace. the sounds of skin slapping and your high pitched moans fill the room.

“oh so you can moan at the right pitch but you can’t fucking sing at the right pitch? absolutely pathetic,” his words have an extremely mean tone and it makes you clench around him. he makes a ‘tsk’ sound when you clench. he jerks your head back again, leaning down to kiss you. your ass jiggles when he thrusts harder into you. you groan against his mouth, your high creeping up on you.

“gonna-mmf cum,” you manage to say. he shakes his head, pulling away from your lips. “ah, ah, ah, i don’t think so,” he stops all his movements, causing your high to begin to fall away. you make a crying sound, whining at him denying you your second orgasm. 

“hit. the. fucking. note,” he growls. you look into his eyes; his pupils are blown and his hair is sticking to his sweaty forehead. he has his bottom lip caught between his teeth, admiring your half naked body underneath him. you open your mouth to sing and you finally get the note. 

"i'm so fucking proud of you, my love," his hips pick up their aggressive page again. "i knew you could do it." you squeal, kicking your feet at your sensitivity. you know your high is gonna hit sooner rather than later. you're barely gasping out breaths as he abuses your hole with his throbbing cock. 

you can tell his own orgasm is building at the way his grunts have become louder. "where do you want it, baby?" he asks, basically edging himself to wait for your answer. "i-inside p-please taehyun," you mutter, your orgasm crashing into you like a tsunami. 

he hits you with one last thrust before filling you up to the brim with his seed. he admires the way your wet, hot sex keeps him swallowed in, sucking him dry. you finally collapse on the mixing board, your arms too worn out to keep holding your torso up.

"hey, let's get you home," taehyun says while pulling your pants and underwear back up your legs. "but don't i have to hit the note on recording?" you ask, confused while he helps you stumble to the door.

"you already did. i was recording the whole time."

© lomlhwa 2023

[blouisparadise]

Upon request, today we have a rec list of bottom Louis fics where either Louis or Harry has amnesia. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Finding Thoughts | Teen & Up | 6,810 words

"Hi, my name is Louis Tomlinson and I suffer from short term memory loss."

2) Our Love Was Made For Movie Screens. | Not Rated | 8,106 words

Harry wakes up and doesn't know anything about anything and Louis is his omega.

3) Cause I’m Really Not Fine At All | Mature | 13,679 words

Louis Tomlinson, one of the famous members of One Direction, is involved in a car accident that caused him to have amnesia, wiping all the last five years of his life from the memory. The interesting part is he may not remember that he has a girlfriend now, yet his mind seems to think that he has been in a relationship with one of the members, Harry Styles. Harry is baffled and shocked at the situation that's thrown in his face. He finds himself learning how to be a good boyfriend for Louis. It has to be easy.. right?

4) Indestructible | Explicit | 24,243 words

“Hi,” Harry murmurs, and Louis hiccups out a sob. “Hi,” he manages, still clutching onto Harry’s shoulders. Harry’s fingers drift across Louis’ cheeks, and there’s something off about Harry’s expression, but Louis can’t figure out what it is. “I’m okay,” Harry says, and Louis is going to say something to that, even if he doesn’t know what, except Harry’s kissing him. Louis freezes.

5) The Way This River Runs | Explicit | 27,417 words

Louis is provided a chance to start over. He takes it.

6) Deleted Scenes | Explicit | 33,623 words

Agent Harry Styles was injured on the job a few months back, and gets roped in one last mission before he can retire prematurely: playing house with Louis, a widower who has amnesia. The assignment seems simple at the beginning, but soon enough Harry's twisted in a web of his own making, and can't get out anymore.

7) Just A Pretty Boy | Explicit | 35,614 words

The alpha in front of him wasn’t only tall, but used every inch of his body to look even more threatening. He looked as shocked as Joseph felt, in his eyes he could clearly see horror and anger mixed into an odd and painful mix. It was as if he just watched a ghost or a monster from a nightmare come to life.  “Louis…” he said with a low voice. It wasn’t a question, he was calling Joseph by that name.  The crease between Joseph’s brows deepened. “Who?” Louis and Harry were married until, one day, Louis passed away in a tragic accident. Years later, he is found alive and with a thousand questions plaguing his mind. The most important ones; was his husband involved in his disappearance? And, how long did it take Harry and his best friend to fall in love after his supposed dead?

8) The Things I’d Do To Wake Up Next To You | Mature | 36,109 words

AU. Harry wakes up to a pregnant Louis Tomlinson and a wedding band on his finger.

9) Strangers In Love | Explicit | 42,207 words

Louis wakes up to find himself in a marriage with the last man he thought he'd ever end up with.

10) Define Me Again | Mature | 54,385 words

He's never felt so frightened in his life before, so fucking terrified for himself. And Louis. He looked down at their hands, which seemed to have been connected throughout the incident. He looked at the ring on Louis' hand, for the nth time that day. His heart hurt so bad now, he was terrified. He wanted to do so many things, he wanted to check on louis, if he- if he- God he couldn't even think about it. "Louis," he tried to whisper, but nothing but air came out from his mouth. "I love you, Harry," whispered a voice. But it was nowhere near him. Visions attacked his mind, rapidly flickering through like one would do the pages of a book. He was terrified. His entire life literally flashed in his mind, vision growing more and more weak and he fought unconsciousness. Memories and the picture of Louis lying unconscious in front of him altered and flickered, so rapidly that he felt dizzy with how fast his mind was whirring. What happens when you die? God he was so, so, so, fucking terrified. All his senses gave out, last thing he felt was Louis' hand in his and then, everything went black.

11) Flash Back To Me | Explicit | 73,068 words | Prequel

Louis narrows his eyes, wanting more than anything to tell Liam to go fuck himself, but he can’t be sure, is the thing. As much as he knows for a fact that he would never date someone like Harry Styles, he has months missing from his memory. And it’s scary to think that, in that time, everything he’s come to know about himself could have changed so drastically.

12) Consequences | Explicit | 78,556 words

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

13) Invisible String | Explicit | 84,726 words

Louis swears on his life that that man came out of literal nowhere and he thanks each lucky star for having good breaks in his car. This strange alpha also happens to be the most beautiful being Louis has laid his eyes on. For some unknown reason, the omega feels safe around the alpha. It might seem strange, but you can't always explain why or how things are the way they are. All you can really be sure of is that they happen for a reason. There's a higher power (call it what you want) that knows better and definitely knows more than you do.

14) The Dead Of July | Explicit | 117,446 words

Harry is Captain America, and Louis’ been dead for 70 years.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

[froidefille]

Day 26: a fic under 5k

I am breaking a whole of two rules for this prompt (not only I couldn't choose between the two so I'm reccing both, I've also haven't posted previous days!! scandal xd) to post these lil treasures! Enjoy <3

📚  I, Ferret by @curiouslyfic

🎧 by sisi_rambles, 13 minutes

Draco/Harry, 2.1 k, T

Summary:

Draco's embraced his inner Ferret. Now it's Harry's turn. Starring Veela!Draco, mpreg, an old wives' tale, and a Weddiwizard.

aka a story told through Harry and Draco’s wedding vows 😭💙

How it is possible to tell such a rich in details, full of emotions, yet funny and still dear story in just 2k words is beyond me. Just have a look:

I, Ferret [...] Do take you, Scarhead [...] To be my lawful wedded arse [...] To hex and to heal …and Harry's on the train to Hogwarts, sixth year, as Malfoy stomps his nose… …and Harry's on the Quidditch pitch, third year, hurling a Patronus… …and Harry's in Malfoy's office a year ago, yelling, "No, no, you can't be, we're both blokes" and Malfoy's yelling back "Part-Veela, you gormless git, so apparently I can." Harry raises his wand and Draco raises his. Bat Bogey meets Protego, then Draco spreads a hand over his belly and says "Say what you'd like to me, Potter, I don't care, but you leave her out of this." Whatever Draco does to his balls on his way out itches for absolute ages… …and nothing ever feels as good as Malfoy's mouth… …and Harry's in St. Mungo's ten months later, fighting off Obliviate. Remembers nothing of the past year but they've told him he can't hex Malfoy. Which he thinks is a bit of a shame, because Malfoy's right there by his bedside, sure he's sleeping. Malfoy whispers "Merlin, Potter, you can't ever do this again, I can't take it, no one hexes you but me." Strangely, Harry sleeps then, sure Malfoy can do what the mediwitches can't. Four days later, when his memory returns, he knows why… …and when Harry first holds his daughter, he's got blue hair and a tail and he can't stop smiling anyway…

Now go read the rest and have yourself a little moving read <3

📚 all in good time by @eleadore

Draco/Harry, 4.3k, T

Summary:

Out of all the cautionary tales they threw at you in Auror training, the most frequently touted were on the perils of inter-dimensional time-travel. There was a whole fourteen-step plan to follow. Take the necessary steps to ensure the safety of your past and future selves. Step One: Remain calm. Check. Step Two: Do not seek out any information that does not pertain to your return. Harry had never been the best at following directions.

As I have about a hundred tabs open with AO3 pages, I have somehow confused this story with another one? And reading it I was sure it was just a prologue of a long fic? Only to find it was a one shot? Ouch, that hurt. Nonetheless, it was a very pleasurable read, just a lil timey-wimey adventure for our Harry here.

Featuring teenage Harry’s  short but eventful trip to another timeline with Dad!Draco, Scorpius whisper-screaming through the door (his please and thank you? so cute <3), Harry thirsting for older Draco and inter-dimentional "in every universe" romance *melts*

OF COURSE there are quotes and spoilers under the cut, as I was taking literal notes when reading this fic like an exemplary @eleadore's drarry nerd that I am <3

Thank you for this lovely prompt @hprecfest and until the next one!

"Dad," came the voice again, an exaggerated whisper this time. It sounded like Draco's voice, always just shy of a whinge, and Harry took an absurd second to wonder if he was in a dimension where everyone but him was Draco. He'd had this nightmare before. Wet dream. Whatever. "I really can't find it," whisper-shouted the voice, "and I'm going to be late and if we miss the portkey Al's going to kill me so can you please wake up and come down here please. Thank you." Not-Draco closed his eyes, just briefly. Harry had seen him do the same a hundred times before launching into a rant that usually ended in curses thrown. He braced for it now, but when Draco—not-Draco, other-Draco, what the fuck—spoke, he sounded almost fond. "I will be down shortly," he said, and the voice subsided with a muttered amazing, thank you so much, that would be so great.

Scorp's voice sounding like Draco's 🤍 Harry's nightmare/wet dream 😂 Hint of Scorbus 💜 Dad Draco being Father Draco 😇 Scorpius being a teenage darling 😊

"Did you want to?" Stop while you're ahead, Potter, Draco would say. Harry didn't know how. "Do you want to?" Their hands slotted together. Harry made himself look up. "Not with a boy my son's age," Malfoy said mildly, "no." "I'm eighteen," Harry corrected, because he was hardly a boy, and Malfoy's son wasn't as—because that would make him— "Bloody hell. You're old." Malfoy's eyes narrowed. "We're the same age." "Not right now, we're not," Harry said, and Malfoy tilted his head in concession, mouth wry. Harry wondered if that mouth would feel the same under his. It looked the same. "If I kissed you, would you hex me?" "No," Malfoy said, after a beat. "But I would be very disappointed in you." Harry laughed to cover the odd little shiver that skated down his spine. He was—disturbed, right, because Malfoy had used the voice he used on his son, and that was—something. Harry's insides didn't know what to make of it. The look on Malfoy's face said he knew.

Harry your Daddy kink is talking ^^

"It would hurt him," Malfoy said. Harry looked at him. "It's not like that. He doesn't, like." The words escaped him abruptly, so he shrugged. "We're just fucking." He meant to follow it up with, it's great, you should try it, and then, cheeky, with me, but the way Malfoy's mouth twisted silenced him. "There is no timeline where you and I are just anything."

Truer words have never been said

"No, but—wait," Harry said, "wait, I have to tell you—" "Alright," Malfoy said, patient the way Draco never was. Harry wondered how many years it took to wear that groove in him. If Harry was going to be around to see it. He couldn't see anything anymore—everything had gone dark. "Tell me." "I want you," Harry said. He couldn't open his eyes, and his body was listing to the side, dizzy, but Draco—Malfoy—Draco's hands were on his shoulders, holding him in place. Strong hands, Harry thought. He knew these hands. "In every time—every version of me. Even if I say I don't. I want you." There was silence, but Harry could still feel him. He was near. He was right there. "Okay?" he asked. "Did you hear me? Draco? Did you—"

😭😭😭

[pianistbynight]

days 1-7 of a slow but meaningful summer

this is really the only part of traumerei that i can play sort of fluently...sort of, because you can still hear some hesitation as i try to remember the right notes 😅

thursday | 08/08/24

Started Leviathan Wakes

Tested out of U1 in Japanese and started U2 (loving its similarities to French cuz more familiarity = faster learning curve hopefully?🤞🏻)

Practiced piano...some old scales to warm up + the Clementi sonatina (coming back to it after a 2-3 day break was a good idea! somehow my steadiness has improved! also coming to appreciate metronome practice. sight-reading for the day = a few new bars on the 2nd page) + playing around with Kinderszenen (at this point I just wanted to hear different sounds and it wasn't very productive practice)

Read more of the HSP book

Most likely will have to revise my goals bc I don't think I can make decent progress in all the songs I wanted to in 4 weeks...like, to bring 1 L7 song to performance level after years of not performing anything + without a teacher will probably take longer than it used to. Not sure exactly what that looks like yet other than that it's definitely not gonna be all of Kinderszenen... 😂

friday | 08/09/24

practice wasn't very good today...i kept making silly mistakes i didn't used to make. i'm tired. that's why. i also forgot to do my japanese lesson. i didn't feel like reading either. i don't remember what else i did that day.

saturday | 08/10/24

drained of all energy. didn't practice. didn't do japanese. just chilled with @zzzzzestforlife for the most part and started reading what you are looking for is in the library on her recommendation. i love how philosophical japanese fiction is fjsjdkdks ☺️☺️☺️ (and more generally, i'm surprised that for a culture so new to me, a lot of their ways are just...second nature to my personality...it was very relieving. but i also feel that if i were to live in such a place full time, i would be staying too much in my comfort zone...i also don't know that i would want to ever live in Japan since there are also some important aspects about my current home that i'd miss terribly. all this to say, i'd like to visit Japan again at some point in my lifetime.)

sunday | 08/11/24

went to bed feeling very drained, frustrated, and homesick. so as you can imagine, i didn't get very good sleep. my bare minimum goals for today are:

japanese lesson

read zesty's book recs (there's the library book, the secret adversary [which she rec'd back to me after i rec'd it to her a couple months ago lol], and leviathan wakes) ✅

monday | 08/12/24

finally read the last of the clementi sonatina! got it to a "meh" level to polish in the next few days. super excited! played a few other pieces after that but i think i should focus on level 7 pieces for now before jumping into something barely readable but still playable. i should've brought some level 8 sheet music with me too...but i guess i can read from my laptop (god save my eyes if i do that lol 😵)

might put Kinderszenen back on the (mental music) shelf for now.

i also read more of what you are looking for is in the library and i just love how much there is to ponder about what was said. insightful fiction is my favorite fiction 💗

tuesday | 08/13/24

finished What You Are Looking For Is In The Library! it's such a good book. it's a short story collection but each story is in the same universe and while each story is independent (convienient for readers like me who like to take their time with books but sometimes take so much time that they forget what the story was lol), they're connected in ways that...you know that feeling when you bump into an old acquaintance in a completely foreign place you don't expect to meet anyone you know? that feeling is what i felt as i read chapter after chapter. it makes the vast world feel less lonely.

in the evening i tried to memorize and get the clementi sonatina up to speed. i guess i must be succeeding because my dad said it'd make mice dance lol. also played a bit of traumerei...trying to read more of it but progress is slower since i need to pay closer attention to which notes to hold and when to let go of them.

wednesday | 08/14/24

started reading sweet bean paste today (another japanese book... they're quickly becoming my favorite type of book.) i like it so far. there's potential for a lot of warmth and emotion in talking about food, which is just 🥰

also started "Databases: Modeling and Theory" on edx... 🙈 i'm auditing so i only have 2 weeks (until Aug. 28) to access the material (because the minimum amount of time needed to complete the course is 2 weeks gahhh). so i need to be halfway by Aug. 19. in theory i can do this if i put in 2h of work each day. it's too hot to play piano during the day, so i can do databases then and play piano at night. yes, i can do this. (i need to get my brain used to a faster, "left-brained" pace anyway in prep for school in september. 🙁)

continuing to polish the clementi sonatina and started reading this kuhlau sonatina which is pretty fun difficult. it's really just the left hand that makes it suck. haven't figured out how to move so that the staccatos are sharp despite the finger pedaling. i can do it slow, but not fast while staying quiet, so i must be doing something wrong. sometimes you just gotta sit on it, i guess.

[lilolilyr]

Reader Wordcount Tag Feb 2025

Yeah I'm still doing that xD 2024 • January '25

I've read 4 million words in fic this February!

When it comes to books, I've also read Agatha Christie's very first Poirot, 'The Mysterious Affair at Styles', in an anniversary edition that had her original ending as well as the one amended by her editors, which was an interesting comparison to see! Also, I think I should be able to start guessing who the murderers in crime stories are because in the last three crime novels I read and two films I watched, it was always my favorite minor character! xD I also continued the Discworld novel 'Moving Pictures' but only made it a chapter or so further in, not because I don't like it - the shenanigans of wizard university students in particular were hilarious - but just because other things were more interesting to me at the moment. Oh, and I read some chapters in a non-fiction book about birds! I got it for my dad at the library because I figured that as an avid birdwatcher he might find it interesting and I was right :D and once he finished it I also started reading and I can only recommend it, it's very interesting! 'The Bird Way' by Jennifer Ackerman. Funnily enough my dad used a bookmark I gave him a couple years back with of a painting with a bird in a tree on it, made by @amysnotdeadyet :D

My fic reading and thus my recommendations of the month are a bit more varied than just Star Wars this time - though we've still got a whole bunch of that! Other fandoms too, though: The Witcher (mainly Geraskier, especially anything related to the Accidental Warlord series by @inexplicifics - I read a Star Wars adaptation to that by @bairnsidhe, the Accidental Verd'Alor series, months ago that I absolutely adore and when I went back to it saw it was inspired by the Witcher fic and I love that one just as much!), DC (SuperBat) & Warehouse 13 (Bering and Wells - the gift exchange was so much fun and I ended up reading even more fics after I went through all the new ones!) :)

Unrelated but fitting to my still ongoing Star Wars obsession - shoutout to @toboldlynerd and the badge maker at their university! I absolutely adore these and they'll take pride of place on my coat and laptop bag :D

No-pressure-tagging everyone who sees this to make their own rec list of their favorite February fics, and/or share what books you've read recently- or to just remember to use the Ao3 bookmark-rec function a bit more in the future :D

~~~ continue reading ~~~

I also read a couple of great Harry Potter longfics but we're not talking about that above the readmore, no Sir, because jkr sucks with her bigotry and thus any HP content shan't be advertised. If you're already in the fandom tho, there are a bunch of fics by queer and anti-jkr authors in there, and in general well written fics!

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Reader Wordcount Calculation: History 5,242,138 - to read: -896,597 (several works, I also did the excel calculations here instead of counting them one by one bc it was several Ao3 pages long lmao, so many this month mostly bc of the Accidental Warlord thing - I always opened the inspired-by fics and bookmarked them to read later, bc I didn't want to confuse myself by reading AUs of the AU in the middle of the fic lmao), - to continue reading: 824485-143206-73343-87257-59903-18578 - didn't read yet -8018-3503 + external source: 20000+6000+6000+9000+74000+42668+30989 → Total: 5242138−896597−442198−11521+188657 = 4,080,479

The authors I've read most fic from this month, %es figured out by copying the author column from the excel history sheet (so it's not entirely accurate, but ish), and checking them in https://wordcounter.net/: winner by a wide fucking margin @inexplicifics inexplicifics at 14%, then @kitastrophea local_doom_void 3%, @whispered-story whisperedstory 3%, and at 2% each @penandinkprincess penandinkprincess kaedwenitome shadowfoxdemon27 just_another_dax @sparrowrising sparrowrising musicalgalaxy1000 falconer54 :)

&, both because of the fic recs and to make you look at the pretty badges, adding my still short Star Wars tag list: @toomuchactionforme @the-willow-that-weeps :)

In case anyone's curious, this is the bookmark from my dad's bird book - it has clearly suffered some under my dad so I didn't want to put it above the readmore bc this really doesn't do the art justice anymore lmao, but it's still very pretty! And I didn't find the exact art on Amy's blog to link here o.o

[youcalledmebabe]

(btw this is from ineededacentralblog, i thought you could send asks from secondary blogs but ig not???)

finally got the chance to read renee’s anatomy!! i read it all in 24 hours and cried multiple times, it’s so good. i love it so much. the ending’s really made me consider my own life and choices to come. anyway another hit. i am seriously this series’ biggest fan. i reread the universe and you all the time. some of the lines in renee’s anatomy have me scared for luz’s anatomy. also i don’t remember lipton being in here yet??? is he going to work at east easy now and cause luztoye to break up?? i’m so anxious but also so excited. luztoye’s my main jam and i’m excited for more of them even tho i’m scared we’re leading into a breakup arc. luz’s love language seems to be caretaking and since i don’t think that’s how toye accepts love i fear we’re headed for miscommunication.

anyway i just needed you to know how much i love this series. once i’m on my laptop i’m gonna go back and comment on everything on ao3 ‘cause i don’t know if i have yet.

would you mind if i made some rec tumblr posts for each fic in the series? i have a song in mind for each one 👀👀

(ps this is nearing letter length but also dick’s relationship came out of left field for me!!! i’m interested to see where it goes. all the new mota characters included were also a treat <3)

anyway sorry if this is too long but i’ve been thinking abt this series all day, thank you for writing it <333

so glad that you found turn a new page to be so emotionally resonant! haha lip hasn’t been mentioned in a while but he’s one of the general attendings; I think he has a brief scene with babe in babe’s anatomy. so no he is not going to cause problems for luztoye…they’ve got enough issues on their own 😉 miscommunication…a failure to communicate…it’s all on the menu. thank you for letting me know how much you enjoy the series, it means the world to me! it’s a joy to write and it makes me so happy that people like it so much. I would be so flattered and honored if you made rec posts, go right ahead! haha dick/bucky is very out of left field but it’ll make more sense when winters’ anatomy is out. this message brightened my day, thank you so much for it and for reading :)

[thedroneranger]

The Drone Ranger's Be Kind Rewind ⏪ gretagerwigsmuse Edition!

A rec reblog series dedicated to the fics that we love so much, we've re-read them!

Our next Rewind is: @gretagerwigsmuse! Jordan, I'm so thrilled you wanted to participate in this series—thank you 🖤 I am also excited because there are quite a few creators that haven't been mentioned yet! We're spreading the love!

While we continue to churn out amazing new content, let's be kind and rewind to look at some of the OG content we love! And don't forget to reblog when you re-read! Continue to show your comfort fics and favorite creators some love. It helps keep the fresh content coming :)

Let's keep this going throughout the summer. If you're interested in participating in the Be Kind Rewind, message me. The more, the merrier!

If you want to know when a new Rewind drops, join the tag list, and check out previous Rewinds!

Also, Jordan is a true Bradshaw Baddie™, so this is a Bradshaw-only Rewind!

fics below the cut (listed in alphabetical order by title)

‘cause no one breaks a heart like you, @heartsofminds i genuinely think loren ruined my life with this fic. like no exaggeration i SOBBED reading it the first time and it leaves an ache in my heart just thinking about it again! the reader here is so real to me, like i see myself in so much of her and her mannerisms and character traits and just want to love her and tell her it’s going to be okay. and then bradley??? god i can’t hate him. i really can’t hate him because he IS good and kind he’s just - he’s my this is me trying boy and i can’t wait to see what loren does with him next 

days like this, @sometimesanalice oh my god this fic really hits the spot for me. alexa you already know how much i love this fic. it’s sweet and smutty and soft and sad and beautiful and just is everything i’d ever want in a relationship. alexa’s readers, sweet girl in particular, are so real and have so much depth that they come right off the page and into my heart. through alexa’s writing, the reader’s struggles, despite not being something i’ve ever personally dealt with, were so easy for me to resonate with? and i just wish that whenever i had a shitty day i had a bradley as sweet and kind and supportive as hers to help me feel like i’m living in a van morrison song 

halo effect, @bradshawsbitch oh damn. this is a smutty smutterson kind of fic! BUT alex treats their relationship with so much respect and care. i’m naturally kind of wary of power imbalance relationships in fics, but alex made this feel real and plausible and that it was built on trust and respect. the repeated mentions of the conversations the two have re their relationship really made this fic for me and i think about it….often haha

in another life, @jupitercomet similar to loren’s fic, this fic (and series) hits so so close to home for me. i love how bugs tackles mental health in this one and honey’s very real reason for not thinking she should have kids. the relationship between bradley and honey - though not without its faults - is based on so much love and respect. the two of them imagining another life where they have kids and have this completely different future together is so bittersweet and soft 

inconceivable, @roleycoleyreccenter i feel like i cry reading half the fics on this list, but this is another one of those ‘i was crying so hard i had to get up in the middle of reading this to get a tissue and blow my nose’ fics. i love how much love they have for one another, but how stubborn the reader is (it’s not her fault tho!) and that bradley is so patient and kind and listens to her and knows her and her body and little idiosyncrasies (and the flight paths be draws on her back and singing love of my life and the fucking BINDERS and his READING GLASSES). i read this one a lot when i need a good cry but also a happy ending

miss you most…at christmas time, @notroosterbradshaw so obviously i love bradley and love from the boyfriend experience series, but this is absolutely my favorite entry from that series and i go back to it when i get too sad reading slow dancing in a burning room. this is one of those fics that feels so human and raw to me because it must be so hard to not have your husband around during the holidays, but tack on being a very very new mom? and your husband hasn’t even met your child yet?? god queue the waterworks! they’re so in love with each other and so irked by that damn navy and just want to be their own little family for the holidays!

new rules, @sushiwriterhere i love this trope so much and it’s done so well in this fic! bradley and the reader are ‘friends with benefits’ or so the reader thinks and wait actually do we go on friend dates or do we just spend all this time together because we’re in love?? i want soft tipsy warm bradley around me all the time 

the one where they go camping, @ofstoriesandstardust this is my favorite one of kylie’s fics off my favorite series of hers, flight risk. it’s so fun seeing sunshine and bradley pining after each other even in college and the whole uva crew is so awesome. like there is BED SHARING in this! i repeat BED SHARING! and longing glances and impromptu cooking lessons and lusty (respectful) stares in bathing suits and tears and misunderstandings. it’s just so cute i love it

you left your name on my lips, @blurredcolour honestly, this fic GUTTED me the first time i read it. i genuinely had to stop in the middle of reading it to text alexa to read it too. i just loved how realistic everything was like the level of detail that went into it was unreal! i went to college in dc and absolutely felt like i was back there during certain parts. and the letters?? oh my god the letters!!! bradley bradshaw you are a dreamboat in this fic 

wish you were here (part 1, part 2), @pisupsala i know a lot of people have recommended ‘one for the history books’ (would like to shout out that i was an og reader on that one tyvm!), but this two parter of bradley and darcy is my absolute favorite. i just am continuously in awe of their relationship and how real it feels to me? i love that not everything is perfect and happy go lucky all the time just because they’re together now? like darcy is allowed to be mad bradley isn’t around a lot to help her settle into their new house, they’re both allowed to be fallible and to me that’s what makes this the perfect series and fic? they’re real and honest and they love each other so fucking much and hang shelves together in the living room and fly halfway across the country to be there for their wife. they’re one of my fave oc/reader couples

Creator’s Own 

i have a huge soft spot for my fic (christmas) baby please come home. in addition to being an amazing darlene love song, i really liked exploring a different side of bradley and smart aleck’s relationship in this fic and felt like this was one of the first times i’ve really gotten into her head. plus, i love a good party and this one was so fun to map out ☺️ it’s also the start of a new era for bradley and smart aleck and one i’m continuing with my next fic rocketman! 

Tag list and friends: @petcr3 @desert-fern @Sagittarius-Lovewitch @mygyn @sweetwhispersofchaos @horseshoegirl @the-annoying-fan @dingochef @moon42flight @thecitysgraveyard @ereardon @roosterforme @cherrycola27@galaxy-of-stories@taytaylala12 @malindacath @violyn20 @awildewit @potato-girl99981 @shanimallina87 @blue-aconite @djs8891 @linkpk88 @furiousladyking @daggerspare-standingby @princess76179 @jstarr86 @hecate-steps-on-me @darkheartcherry @soulmates8 @roosters-girl @dempy @roosterisdaddy36 @hangmanscoming @s-u-t @mavrellover91 @chicomonks @averyhotchner 

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