#apfelhalm

[theficpusher]

Soul by roaroftheninth | T | 4772 Liam tosses a grin back over his shoulder. “What are you going to do when I’ve gone and there’s no one around to drive you round the bend?” Louis’ bike coasts to a stop. It happens so slowly that by the time he’s at a standstill, Liam is far ahead, up by the curve. “I’ll forget.” Liam stops much more quickly. They’re alone in the dome; their private conversation can be held across thirty feet of open space. “You’ll what?” Louis watches him. “I’ll forget,” he repeats. “Not the way you forget things, when you can’t pinpoint them but you still carry them in your heart. I’ll just have my hard drive wiped.” Or: Louis is the medical android tasked with taking care of Liam in a world after nuclear war.

Will You Still Call Me Superman by el_em_en_oh_pee | T | 6370 When Harry opens his locker, there's a box wrapped in blue tissue paper, wound messily in a skinny white ribbon, just sitting on top of his textbooks. A piece of paper taped to the top of the box readsTo Harry, Happy Christmas! I noticed how you're always chewing on your pencils in class so I thought this might help! -Your Secret Admir Santa xx In which Harry has an overwhelming crush on Liam, the nicest, coolest guy in school, and his friends aren't very supportive of the pain his crush causes him. The jerks.

we speak in tongues and start to teethe by theamazingpeterparker | G | 8856 There’s a moment, a second, where Liam’s eyes are spitting angry. Bright gold and looking like he’s going to tear Louis’s throat out. And then Louis growls low and tightens his grip on Liam’s neck, leaning close enough that he can lay his sharpened canines on the pulse that’s jack-hammering in Liam’s neck. He could kill him. He could at least bite him, sink his fangs into the soft meat where his neck and shoulder meet as a reminder of who’s pack he’s interfering with, whose turf he’s on. It’s the first time that Louis misses it, for a heartbeat, blood flooding his mouth from more than just a scratch in a fight. Enough blood to satiate the full moon buzzing in his ears. Or, werewolf fight club.

FourFiveSeconds from wildin' by apfelhalm | E | 11366 "What about this one? He doesn't look too bad. I could take on, uh," he stops to look at the name, "Liam. I bet I'd stand a chance against Liam." Liam looks fit, well-trained without being too beefy, and perhaps a bit ridiculous, too, with his gold chain and a bandana hanging from his trouser pocket. He also looks fit fit and if this were a normal dating app, Louis would swipe right in a heartbeat. This isn't a normal dating app, though, and Louis has a bet to win. "So? Are you going to pick him or what?" Harry asks, grinning very much like a predatory shark. Or: the one where Louis and Liam meet through a Tinder-style fighting app.

written in my memory by carissima | M | 21646 Liam turns towards the voice. It sounds a bit like Harry, but deeper somehow. Huskier. He blinks carefully as he stares at Harry, who's half-sitting in the window, staring back at him. Or maybe it's not Harry, he thinks dizzily because this boy is taller, much taller than Harry is. He's also got longer hair, tucked back in a bandana, and he's wearing clothes that Harry would never wear; tight skinny black jeans and a loose black tee, silver chains around his neck hanging loose over his chest. Or the one where Liam has amnesia and he struggles to connect with the boys.

Your Lips On Mine by taecheeks | E | 56139 The situation is weird, like really fucking weird. Liam thought maybe he was hallucinating when he first saw Zayn in their apartment, exhausted from work or something. He thinks about Bradford a lot more than he probably should, always eager for the next time he gets to watch him. But when Niall told him about the other new roommate, Zayn, he never in a million years thought it would be him - even when Niall said Zayn was just his type and had silver hair. [Or the one where Zayn is a camboy, who likes to think about the fit mechanic with a liking for leather jackets and scruffy beards from uni during his shows. And Liam, the mechanic, who realizes his new roommate is Bradford, the man with the smooth skin covered in tattoos that Liam watches late at night with a hand wrapped around himself.]

Floating On The Water by scottmcniceass | M | 58206 Liam just wants to get through his last summer working at Malik Resort before University without incident. Of course, life is never that easy, and he ends up getting roped into giving the bosses son, Zayn, swimming lessons. That wouldn't be so bad, if Zayn didn't happen to hate him so much.

Crawling on Your Shores by juliusschmidt | E | 66631 "You're a mechanic?" Liam nods. Harry gives him another long, appraising look. This time it lingers on his hands. "Your nails are clean." The tips of Liam's fingers tingle. "Got laid off a month ago." "Sorry to hear that." Harry smiles, soft and small. ~ Liam is searching for direction, purpose, connection, and, ultimately, himself. Harry is searching for aliens.

Easy As All That (Go Around A Time Or Two) by sunsetmog | E | 84957 Sometimes the hardest part of growing up is figuring out who you are in the first place. Or: The one where Liam and Louis only kiss when they're on nights out, when it's secret, when there's no one around to see them. If no one knows you're having a sexuality crisis, that means it isn't happening, right? Or, or: Liam accidentally turns Louis' world upside down. A high school sixth form AU.

[renlyslittlerose]

💖 for the fic rec meme!

Thank you! For this ask meme~

💖 A drabble that made you want 100K more words:

Recently @palfriendpatine66 posted this little drabble of Anakin hiding in a bathroom during an awkward social engagement and I want MORE. No pressure, ofc, but also...

[opheliagreif]

....was 😯.

Ich....äääh.... Tumblr, warum?

[the-invisibility-bloke]

saxon/lochlan | 350 words | nsfw/incest for @apfelhalm’s prompt <3

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Idle hands are the devil’s tools, and the devil’s working overtime.

It’s not a thing, the hands, it’s just—that’s how Lochy tells him. Lochy’s the devil, and those are his tools. Snagged in Saxon’s hair: I’m close. Tracing his own lips: Let me suck you. Grabbing Saxon’s ass: Harder. Guiding Saxon’s hand to his thigh above the inky lotus nestled in a full moon: Call me “baby” and fuck me to tears.

The scalp-sting grip in Saxon’s hair is vivid. Lochy’s magic fingers twist and grope at the sweaty, snarled ruins like a fucking life preserver. Like Saxon can save him. Like Saxon could save anything, has anything but blood on his hands and guilt in his veins. Like it isn’t his fault they’re here, exploiting an empty house on a fucking Friday afternoon in the same bed Saxon used to crawl into when Lochy had dreams about hell.

Devil or no, Saxon’s the god who made him.

“I’ve got you.” One hand plunging to hell, Saxon strokes him fast and wet, smears the sticky string of pearls dribbling from the slit. It’s crunch time now, can’t half-ass it: readjust the brace of his knees, bottom out bone-deep on each thrust. If Lochy’s close, Saxon’s close. That’s the kind of fucked he is. “I’ve got you, baby.”

The tingling pain on his scalp clusters to the left side, halved, as one sly hand in his hair unclenches, wedging between their bodies. Lochy looks him dead in the eye, pries the hand off his dick, and brings it up to his throat. Moulds it like putty around the curve like Saxon’s some sort of action figure for Lochy to bend into position, right where he wants him: Saxon’s fingers curled around the flushed marble column, tight, like the neckties Saxon taught him to—no, not here, not now—then, pressing his own hand over it, Lochy seals the grip.

Saxon detonates with a shout. Vision goes first, mottled black; the rest of his body follows. Lochy smiles, rosy and dew-glossed. The cat who milked out the cream himself.

Who’s in a chokehold now?

[saxlochapologist]

ok @apfelhalm left some tags on my last post that made me kinda insane. like who are we kidding, if Saxon was the one who found Lochlan and got all concerned and scared and tender and held his near lifeless body in his arms screaming for help, there is no way in HELL Lochy isn't intentionally poisoning himself in secret just to experience that kind of care from his brother again lol

[apfelhalm]

still dreaming of kissing your claws (2515 words) by apfelhalm Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The White Lotus (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Lochlan Ratliff/Saxon Ratliff Characters: Saxon Ratliff, Lochlan Ratliff Additional Tags: Incest, Brother/Brother Incest, Inspired by Hikaru ga Shinda Natsu | The Summer Hikaru Died, POV Second Person, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Horror, taking the term 'demon twink' literal, Comes Back Wrong Summary:

Lochlan was dead, they say. For almost two minutes, maybe even longer. "It's a miracle he came back," your mother says with red-rimmed eyes. "They say it was that fruit from the tree. You don't think ... that he did it on purpose?"

Lochlan drinks the poisoned shake and dies. Whatever comes back isn't quite Lochlan anymore.

[eatprayworm]

Have you been reading any Saxon x lochlan fics?? If so what’s your favorite?? 😋😋🤭🤭

Hi! I have been reading fics, and there are plenty that I haven't read yet but mean to. My favorite fics tend to be introspective character analysis ones lol. Here are a few I really like:

The Magician by anonymous. not necessarily explicit Saxloch, but I can still feel it in the text. i read this in the car during a work road trip and it made me cry lol.

all i wanted was you series by twitcher. the character analysis based on canon events that i sorely needed. the descriptions of both lochy and saxon's thoughts and feelings feel so very accurate to me. i have no idea if op will write one that encompasses the last two episodes, but if they do, i will be the most avid reader!

between the lines by apfelhalm. ok so this one was literally just posted but I've read it twice already lol. i'm a sucker for service top!lochy, and i looove how soft this is. he's soft and endearing and a pleaser, and this just felt so in character - as did saxon reveling in pleasure but being unable to articulate his desires. like that's it, that's them!

there are more, but these are the first to come to mind. enjoy :)

[au-palais]

WIP game

thanks u for the tag @the-invisibility-bloke

rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell us about it.

living room sl

my manic and i

fw ch 7

fw ch 8

fw coda 1

fw coda 2

playmate 2

sl woods

as you can see the creativity is not being directed towards naming my files lol show me what you got @apfelhalm @cattycataclysm-blog @starvampgnome @antisocialdyke @littlemartyr

[theoniprince]

AU in der Leo seinen neusten Duft selbst promotet und Adam wie hypnotisiert vor dem Plakat steht:

UNLEASH YOUR INNER TIGER🐯

(zu einem prompt von @apfelhalm

[dream-about-dancing]

I'm kinda bored so how about a game.

Rules:

Post one gif for ten pairings that you loved. Maybe you stopped loving it or it is a pairing that became a background love for you. You got a new fandom love but sometimes you see a thing that reminds you of that pairing and you remember how much you loved it.

You don't need to explain the pairing and/or your love for it.

After that tag other people.

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[squishymamasboy]

Tag WIP game

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

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"So we’re here now. And the fates kept faithful watch. They will tell them eventually, that the prophecy still needs to happen. That everything needs to happen the way it's supposed to.

But that will never concern them again.

That’s a fate someone else will have to deal with."

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Thank you for tagging me @apfelhalm

Idk who to tag so I tag people I know write fanfic

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[renlyslittlerose]

For the character opinion bingo: Kaidan Alenko? :3

Thank you 💕

[opheliagreif]

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒: 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ "𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 + 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑒," 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑔 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒.

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Wenn ihr wollt: @atthefishhouses, @theoniprince, @apfelhalm, @traveler3497, @hope-calaris und @hellsfryingpan .

[babeyknife]

man this image is crunchy... anyway

tagged by @apfelhalm!

this was fun yay

tagging @sparklyslug @maddpool @ubimelibiapes @grim-yeeter

[pilvimarja]

🔥= smutty ‼️= read the warnings 😭 = emotional ❣️= fluffy and sweet ✅️ = completed

Make Him Wait by MilesByMicah, explicit, AOB, bottom Maverick 🔥✅️

Bradley wants something. Maverick just wants to finish his damn report on time.

Mommy Knows Best by FuddleWuddle, explicit, AOB, bottom Maverick 🔥‼️✅️

Mav keeps hearing Bradley say something he probably shouldn't when his 'girlfriends' are round. When the third one breaks up with him because of what he says, Mav steps in to help. Because Mommy knows best, after all.

Losers, Weepers by ParseLey, explicit, AOB, bottom Bradley 🔥❣️✅️

Even with the undeniable proof that Bradley still feels their bond, even though he saw the results with his own eyes, Pete still lets Bradley sleep in his bed, curled close together so they both fit. It’s not the behavior of a responsible Keeper.

Live With Me Forever Now by Apfelhalm, general audiences ❣️✅️

"Wow", Mav chuckles, "65, can you believe that?" "You don't look a day older than 60," Rooster says, but what he really thinks is: 50, more like. His own temples and mustache have been starting to turn grey a couple of years ago, but Mav's hair is still jetblack. Maverick may or may not be immortal.

Kneel by yourcalpal, mature 🔥✅️

Maverick and Bradley work out an issue.

[apfelhalm]

one hour (1209 words) by apfelhalm Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The White Lotus (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lochlan Ratliff/Saxon Ratliff Characters: Saxon Ratliff, Lochlan Ratliff Additional Tags: Incest, Brother/Brother Incest, Light Dom/sub, Vulnerability, Men Crying, Gentleness, Rimming, Lochlan "kill them with kindness" Ratliff, Saxon is a crying mess Summary:

"One day," Lochy said in Thailand, "I'm going to take you down."

This is not how Saxon imagined it to be like.