#back to my will solace is a cowboy agenda

[goldrushenthusiast]

Will has definitely taken Nico to a rodeo before, just saying

[iliketoreadstuf]

my works

all of my fics in one place for you <3

WIPs:

linger on your pale blue eyes: Nico di Angelo and Will Solace haven't spoken in years. The once best friends are only distant strangers after Will moved to Texas as a kid. Now, years later, Will has returned to work at the same amusement park as Nico.

Will they rekindle their friendship... or maybe something more? (solangelo, multi-chap)

because i liked a boy: James Potter is a well-known celebrity riding the high of his acting career. After breaking up with his longtime girlfriend and past co-star, Lily Evans, he enters a relationship with Regulus Black.

Chaos ensues. (jegulus, multi-chap)

sing your heart out: In a last-ditch effort to escape his parent's control before settling down at their finance firm, Regulus takes a leap of faith and auditions for The Voice, which will be coached by the four members of the Marauders. (jegulus, marylily, rosekiller, multi-chap)

boys don't cry: It all starts with a girl who doesn't know her name, a childhood board game, and the disappearance of Regulus Black.

or, the marauders if they existed in Stranger Things (jegulus, wolfstar, nobleflower + others, multi-chap)

every summer after (on hiatus): Regulus Black has never had friends, all except for his childhood best friend that moved away years ago. What will happen when said best friend turns back up as his roommate at summer camp?

or, a Bartylus childhood friends to lovers story told through each summer at camp and the letter correspondence between reg and barty during the rest of the year. (bartylus multi-chap)

stereotypical (on hiatus): Remus is a basketball player, Sirius is in Marching Band. Alternately, James is a basketball player, Regulus is a theater nerd. Chaos ensues. (jegulus, wolfstar, multi-chap)

Finished Fics:

and i'll never go home again (place the call, feel it start): Camp Half Blood holds a volleyball tournament every summer. This the first time Nico di Angelo has ever had a chance to participate, and on Will Solace's team nonetheless. (solangelo, multi-chap)

close proximity: Marauders x Holiday Season x Office Romance. Fluff. Mutual pining. Falling in love. Happy endings only. Enjoy. (jegulus, wolfstar + others, multi-chap) written with @prongsisthesun

anything can happen: after getting out of tumultuous relationships, both regulus and remus are desperate for a break. deciding to go on a vacation and switch homes for christmas, both of them find out the true meaning of love and what it takes to keep it.

or, a marauders AU set in "The Holiday" (jegulus, wolfstar, multi-chap)

second chances: when Regulus is hit with a rogue spell that sends him back to a 6-year-old, Sirius is forced to face their adversities and grow past their animosity. (jegulus multi-chap)

touch starved: Regulus can't sleep; James can't sleep. They fix this by cuddling. (jegulus one shot)

it's worse to be nothing with you: After his ex left him with no warning, Regulus has to find some semblance of normal. That is, until his ex returns 8 months later on his doorstep. (bartylus one shot)

harry vs. the homo sapiens agenda: Harry Potter has a lovely life: loving family, amazing friends. But he has a secret. No one knows that he's gay. Well, no one but his anonymous pen pal "Dragon". What will happen when his emails are found by the wrong person? (drarry multi-chap)

a real cowboy: Harry dresses up as a cowboy for a Halloween party at the Gryffindor frat house. Draco finds him. (drarry one shot)

i feel more free than i have in years: Narcissa Black has been brought up to be the perfect ballerina, but her long-time crush on Alice Fortescue seems to always take precedent over everything. (nobleflower one shot)

to me, you are perfect: What if the Marauders existed in Love, Actually? (jegulus, wolfstar, dorlene + others multi-chap)

sweeter than revenge: In the aftermath of The Prank, Remus finds himself desperate to get revenge on Sirius. And what better way than fake dating his brother and two best friends? (jegulus, wolfstar multi-chap)

sometimes it's easier to be invisible: Regulus Black hates James Potter. He's loud, egotistic, and replaced Regulus at a time he needed Sirius the most. But when Regulus gets kicked out of his home and forced to live with him, will their spark grow or die? (jegulus-centric, multi-chap)

Blinding Lights Universe:

blinding lights: Regulus is the highest-paid actor of his generation, and when his brother's band agrees to write a song for his film, the brothers are forced to speak to each other again after seven years. (jegulus, marylily, rosekiller, multi-chap)

lifeline: Years before they ever dated, James sent Regulus post cards in hopes of getting a reply. He finally does. (jegulus one shot)

keep his name out of your mouth: What happens when someone publicly drags Regulus's husband on live tv? They get socked in the face. (jegulus one shot)

[randomoranges]

this au ticket can be redeemed for Any au that includes nedward deadward but he has to smile in it

absolutely, friend.

also it came to my attention yesterday that there is a lack of ét swooning over motorcycle ed. i had to remedy the situation.

advent calendar part 29

Day 23

Word: Boots

Object: A faded photo of a younger looking Edward standingin front of an old motorcycle next to an older man

Étienne went to sit next to Edward in the living room andhanded him a carefully wrapped medium sized parcel, “Happy birthday,” He saidpecking his cheek; Edward took the box, surprised by its weight, but even moresurprised by the gesture, “My birthday was two days ago, also I thought thejacket and the surprise birthday party at that rooftop bistro were my gifts,”He gave his boyfriend a pointed look, which Étienne ignored, as he cleverlylooked away, even if his cheeks had pinked slightly. Edward sighed and shookhis head – there was absolutely no stopping Étienne when he had big ideas and he supposed whatever wasin this box was part of one, “In my defence, this was supposed to go with thejacket, but they only arrived today,” Edward wasn’t sure he believed him, buthe chose not to say anything and instead started unwrapping the present.

Beneath the colourful paper, Edward found a shoe box from avery specific shoe store and Edward held his breath for a moment, clearly,Étienne had not, but when he openedthe top of the box, he realised that Étienne had. “What is this? Étienne Marie Maisonneuve.” He started lookedfrom the contents of the box to his boyfriend who grinned and laughed, “You gotme boots.” He said, trying to keephis voice from cracking and his mind from spinning, “Not just any boots – motorcycleboots. To go with the jacket. And the motorcycle.” Edward made a garbled noisein the back of his throat as he gently lifted one of the boots out of the box, “Theseare Boulet boots – I don’t… you didn’thave to…. Why?!” He blurted out, not even able to string together a coherentsentence, his mind running through eight different types of emotions.

“I wanted to. You only turn thirty once, Edward, plus, nowyou have a full kit.”

Edward remained quiet and instead stroked the top of theboot, feeling the soft leather under his fingers. Ever since they had returnedfrom their road trip through Alberta some four years ago, Edward had decidedthat at some point, he would like to re-own a motorcycle. Étienne had beenabsolutely gobsmacked to find out Edward could actually ride a motorcycle whenhe had suggested they should do part of their road trip by motorcycle andÉtienne had then realised that there was nothing sexier on God’s green Earththan Edward Murphy on a motorcycle wearing a leather jacket, nice fitting pantsand gorgeous leather boots.

Étienne was only human.

Étienne knew he always had a thing for fine leather jacketsand the “rebellious bad boy” image, but this had taken it to an entirelydifferent level.

Edward had noticed.

Edward had also taken advantage of it.

Étienne hadn’t minded. At all.

But other than that, Étienne had asked Edward how he hadcome to learn to ride motorcycles and Edward had shared with him a verypersonal story about his childhood that Étienne had never heard. Of all hisrelatives, Edward had always been closest to his maternal grandfather – Horace Durocher.Edward’s maternal grandparents had split up when Edward’s mother had been ateenager and his grandfather had returned to live on the Buffalo Lake MétisSettlement, where he had grown up. Edward’s mother had broken all ties with herfather, refusing to acknowledge that part of her heritage, but somehow orother, once Edward had been born, she had let her father see his grandson and adeep bond had formed between them.

Edward had spent a lot of time with his grandfather, whowould often come and pick him up and they would spend weekends together. Mr.Durocher was a crafty fellow who was good with his hands and who liked puttingcars back together. He owned a motorcycle that he had salvaged from a wreck andEdward had watched his grandfather spend countless hours meticulously finetuning it and putting it back to its former glory. Edward had learnt a lot fromhis grandfather – had learnt a lot about this part of his heritage from hisgrandfather and Mr. Durocher had always been very calm and patient with Edward.

Horace had taught Edward how to drive on some of those lazyweekends they had spent together and he had even shown Edward how to use themotorcycle. Edward had absolutely lovedriding the motorcycle. He loved the freedom he felt as the wind swept throughhis body. He loved the speed and the adrenaline rush he got from it.

Edward had spent many afternoons sitting on his grandfather’sfront porch talking to him – telling him about his hopes and dreams, about hisfears and insecurities and in turn Horace had given his grandson advice andcounsel and had encouraged him to pursue what made him happy. Horace had beenthe first one to receive Edward’s scared and panicked coming out and Edward hadnever felt so relieved in his life than when his grandfather had pulled him infor a tight hug. Edward had wept in his grandfather’s arms for what had feltlike a lifetime, but when he had finally pulled back and dried his eyes, he wasrelieved to see nothing but love and pride in his grandfather’s eyes and it hadbeen him who had gently encouraged and helped Edward come out to his parents,letting him know that if all else failed, Edward would always have a home withhim.

For Edward’s sixteenth birthday, Horace had given him themotorcycle and Edward had always cherished it. It gave him an easier way to seehim and to get away from his parents.

Edward had envisioned himself visiting his grandfather oftenand even taking care of him in his old age, if ever he needed it, but shortlyafter Edward’s eighteenth birthday, his grandfather had died suddenly of amassive heart attack. He had been devastated.

Edward had found solace in his grandfather’s old bike and hehad done his best to take care of it. He had applied his grandfather’s precioustutelage and had made sure that the bike was always in tip-top condition.

Even though Edward had moved across the country to study, heat least knew that every summer, he would find his motorcycle and he could hitthe open road and feel a sense of reconnection with his grandfather. Edwardknew that once he would settle somewhere, be it Montreal or Edmonton, orwherever else he would find work, he would have the motorcycle brought to him,but then one summer, as he had been running errands in the city, someone stoleit.

It had felt like loosing his grandfather all over again anddespite Edward’s best efforts, he had never been able to find it. Edward hadbeen devastated. He had returned to Montreal at the end of summer feeling emptyand bone tired and Étienne remembered remarking that Edward had lookedcompletely crushed, but his boyfriend had said that it had to do with parents.Étienne felt like there was more to it, but he had never pushed for more, sinceEdward had always gotten even more upset when he tried.

For a few years the mystery had persisted and it had fadedto the back of his mind, until they had gone on that road trip and Edward hadexplained the entire story.

From that day on, Étienne had gently encouraged Edward tomaybe save up into a motorcycle, if he so desired and Edward had taken him upon the offer. Finally, after years of saving and of perusing websites to findsomething that he would like, Edward had found one that wasn’t exactly like theone his grandfather had given him, but was similar in style and make. Edward hadhesitated, slightly overwhelmed that this was potentially finally happening, butÉtienne had slowly coerced him into going forth with the purchase towards themiddle of December, even if he wouldn’t be able to ride it right away, but adeal such as this one would be hard to come by again.

Which was why Étienne had gotten him a nice leather jacketand some nice motorcycle boots to go with the bike.

Not that he had an agenda, or anything.

“You are absolutely ridiculous, I hope you realise that,”Edward declared, putting the box down so that he could try on the boots, “Youdid not have to go through all this trouble to order me boots – especially Boulet boots – they’re expensive!”Étienne shrugged – sure, they had cost a pretty penny, but Edward was worth it –Edward was worth everything it took to make him happy and Étienne never minded,never would mind, because he loved Edward and wanted to make him happy inwhichever way he could, “Maybe, but you deserve the best,” Edward’s cheeksflushed red and he fell silent as he finished putting on the boots – the beautifulblack boots with subtle silver looking designs on them – the fine leather blackboots with the perfect Realflex sole and cowboy heel – the perfect black,leather boots that fit like a charm and that Edward already absolutely loved.

“You’re lucky I love you.” Edward said as he shook his headand plopped back down on the sofa – Étienne laughed and leaned against Edward,letting him wrap an arm around his shoulders and pull him close to kiss hischeek, “I know – I’m the luckiest,” And Edward shook his head again, because ofcourse Étienne would say that with all the sincerity of the world, “You’resomething else, Bouclé, I hope you know that, but thank you, really, for thisand the party and the jacket – I promise I’ll keep the first ride for you thisspring,” Étienne chuckled and silently thrilled at the idea of a motorcycle ridewith Edward and nodded, “I’ll hold you to it.”

“I know spring isstill a little ways off, but if your leg allows it, I can save you the firstride,” Edward said with a smile and a soft chuckle.

 Étienne stilled for amoment, a variety of different emotions running through him, until he finallyslowly nodded, “I’ll hold you to it.”

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