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[bookandcantina]

Reading is Reading

Graphic Novels/Comics are reading.

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Fan Fiction is reading.

Little books are reading.

Kids books are reading.

Reading is reading.

Thank you. Happy reading.

[harrysfolklore]

another instagram prompt with madison beer as face claim but relationship focused please!! 🥺

WELL HELLO THIS IS MY FIRST F1 BLURB 🥹 i’m kinda nervous idk why but i hope you like it! i left this open for a part two so lmk if that’s something you’d like to see

btw this is obviously inspired by taylor and joe breakup and taylor and travis lol, also harry ilysm sorry for making you the villain here, anyways, ENJOY!

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON | PART TWO HERE

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yourinstagram THE SPINNIN TOUR STATRS IN 10 DAYS 🥲🤍 who am i seeing there??

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ynfan1 SO FUCKING EXCITED

conangray LETS GO 🔥

ynfan2 this is going to be the biggest concert tour in history and i’m so serious

↳ ynfan1 i mean the pre sale broke ticketmaster, three stadium dates on each city sold out. it’s going to be insane

harryfan1 i can’t wait for the boyfriend harry content this tour is going to give us

ynfan3 she’s getting ready to make history

annetwist ❤️❤️❤️

harryfan2 soooo ready to see harry at the vip box on opening night and all the other nights

dualipa an angel 🤍

oliviarodrigo 💘

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harryupdates Harry out in London today !

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harryfan1 MY BUUUUB

ynfan1 what is he doing in london??? the spinnin tour starts today

harryfan2 HARRY GET YOUR ASS TO ARIZONA RN

ynfan2 he’s not attending opening night :(

harryfan3 what is he mad about lol

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yourinstagram 7th night of the spinnin tour done ! houston thank you so much for your love and your loud singing, i’m making the best memories of my life on this tour thanks to you 🤎

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ynfan1 TOUR OF THE CENTURY

conangray this tour changed my life fr

↳ ynfan2 BEST OPENING ACT EVER

harryfan1 okay but WHEN is harry doing his spinnin tour debut

↳ ynfan1 i wonder the same thing 🤔

arianagrande 🖤

charles_leclerc I can’t wait to see the show 🙌🏻

↳ charlesfan1 CHARLES ???

↳ charlesfan2 he’s a pop girlie wbk

harryfan2 get your ass to the next show NOW

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people It’s over 💔#YN and #HarryStyles are calling it quits after six years of dating. Tap the link in our bio for the full story.

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harryfan1 WHAT?????

ynfan1 NO WAY

harryfan2 nah i don’t believe this

ynfan2 but what about lover??? delicate ??? pov??? so american ??? golden hour ?? paper rings ?? WERE ALL THOSE SONGS NOT REAL

harryfan3 man im so confused right now, how did this happen

ynfan2 lord she must be heartbroken and she has to continue with the tour performing for 70k people every night

harryfan4 this is clearly fake

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profesionalfangirlie UM HELLO I JUST MET CHARLES LECLERC AT YN’S SHOW !!???? istg i just wanted a refill for my lavender haze margarita and he was there in line too WTF ?? #thespinnintour

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charlesfan1 NO WAY 😭😭😭

ynfan1 THIS IS SUCH A SLAY

ynfan2 yn is a celebrity to celebrities

charlesfan2 HES SUCH A FANBOY

charlesfan3 i need to see him trading friendship bracelets

charlesfan4 HOTTEST MAN ALIVE

ynfan3 he’s about to experience the best show of his life

charlesfan5 THE CONTENT WE DESERVE

ynfan3 WAS HE AT THE VIP TENT??

↳ profesionalfangirlie i think he’s up there in a suite of the stadium with family and friends

↳ charlesfan1 OHHHH

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charlesupdates “I wanted to give YN a friendship bracelet with my number on it, since I knew her shows were all about friendship bracelets. She didn’t want to meet me after the show so I took it personal. Other than that the show was completely out of this world, she’s amazing.” -Charles on attending the Spinnin Tour for Fedez podcast !

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charlesfan1 OMG???

charlesfan2 THIS MAN ISTH

ynfan1 girl wtf why didn’t you want to mee him ? @yourinstagram

↳ ynfan2 i bet it was a timing thing and not her actively not wanting to meet him 🥹

charlesfan3 is he shooting his shot ???? publicly

charlesfan4 NOT CHARLES BEGGING FOR A CHANCE

ynfan3 this would be such a powerful ship… ferrari’s golden boy and the pop princess.. do you see the vision…

↳ charlesfan1 I SO DO

INSTAGRAM DMS

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yourinstagram last night of the spinnin tour in the us 🥹🥹 you can tell by my fave here that i’m going to miss these crowds every single day. THANK YOU for coming to the shows, singing every lyric and making friendship bracelets, all the memories we made together will stay with me forever 💘 LATIN AMERICA YOU’RE NEXT 🇲🇽🇦🇷🇧🇷

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ynfan1 IM SOBBINGGGGGG

ynfan2 IM SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT SHOWS

arianagrande easily the best show anyone has ever put on, love you sister 🤎

theweeknd The GOAT 🐐

ynfan3 she finished her stadium tour after getting out of a 6 year long relation and being completely heartbroken. she loves her art more than anything

↳ ynfan1 she can do it with a broken heart because she’s THAT good

charles_leclerc Congratulations, excited for what’s coming next 🙌🏻

↳ charlesfan1 CHARLIE ???

↳ charlesfan2 WHATS GOING ON 😭

ynfan4 harry styles you have nothing on her

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ynupdates YN AND CHARLES LECLERC OUT AND ABOUT TONIGHT !!!

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ynfan1 HUHHHH???

ynfan2 GOOD GOD

charlesfan1 IS THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENING

ynfan3 wow and some people clowned him when he said he wanted to give yn a bracelet with his number

harryfan1 she’s dating someone already ??? wow

↳ ynfan1 she has all the right do it especially after realizing that she wasted 6 years of her life with someone who never made any sacrifice for her

↳ charlesfan1 ntm that charles has done more in what a week??? (commenting on her posts, holding hands in public, not making her run from the paps) than harry did in 6 years

↳ harryfan2 i will always mourn ynrry

ynfan3 IM SOOO HERE FOR YNS WAG ERA

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yourinstagram my first race 🏁 i had the best time with the best people🤍

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ynfan1 OMFGGGGG

charlesfan1 the jacket ????? the bracelet ????? the last pic ????? INSANIYY

dualipa ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

ynfan2 THIS IS SO SERIOUS ALSJAKA

harryfan1 she never posted harry in their 6 years together but she posts dumps about her rebound 😭

↳ ynfan1 as if harry wasn’t an ass who never wanted their relationship to be publicly acknowledged, bffr

ynfan2 IM SO HAPPY FOR HER

charlesfan2 i lowkey love this, charles is proof that persistence is key

charles_leclerc ❤️❤️❤️❤️

↳ charlesfan1 AHHHHHH

↳ charlesfan3 I CANT DO THIS

ynfan3 idk if they’re dating but it’s so good to see her proudly attending events and posting about them and not hiding to please the person she’s with

leclerc_pascale Belle 🤍

↳ charlesfan1 MAAAANNNN ITS SERIOUS

lilyhme queenie ⭐️

↳ ynfan1 told ya she was going to befriend all the wags 😭

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charles_leclerc Perfect race ❤️

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charlesfan1 LOML

ynfan1 perfect bc yn was there so true

arthur_leclerc 🙌🏻

charlesfan2 checo in the back is killing me

ynfan2 HARD LAUNCH YN ON INSTA NOW !!!

leclerc_pascale ❤️

harryfan1 you’ll never be harry

charlesfan3 i need yn on every race now

yourinstagram 😍😍😍❤️‍🔥

↳ ynfan1 HEEEEELP

↳ ynfan2 CONTROL YOURSELF

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charlesupdates Charles and YN in Argentina today !! YN has a show there tomorrow, we love a supportive boyfriend 🥺

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charlesfan1 OMFGGGG

charlesfan2 WE STAN THIS

ynfan1 maannn this is what she deserves, someone who's willing to travel across the globe to support her

↳ ynfan2 i can't believe harry just went to ONE show of the positions tour and we used to think that was the most romantic thing ever

charlesfan3 I KNEWWWW he would be at every show once her tour started again

ynfan3 I CANT WAIT FOR ALL THE CONTENT

charlesfan4 we need a charles cam at the spinnin tour crowd

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ynupdates YN JUST CHANGED THE KARMA BRIDGE TO "KARMA IS THE GUY ON THE PITS COMING STRAIGHT HOME TO ME"

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ynfan1 WTFFFF

ynfan2 SHES INSANE 😭

charlesfan1 LORD PLEASE HELP ME

ynfan3 she's so silly. she's also deranged

charlesfan2 what a time to be alive

charlesfan3 MAN I CANT STOP WATCHING THE VIDEO OF CHARLES REACTION

ynfan4 FRUIT BOY YOURE SO OVERRRRR

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charles_leclerc The Spinnin Tour🤍

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charlesfan1 GOING INSANE

ynfan1 OMG BABYYYYY

leclerc_pascale 💕❤️

ynfan2 FINALLY SOMEONE WHO POSTS ABOUT HER !! AND ATTENDS HER SHOWS !! AND IS SUPPORTIVE !!

charlesfan2 this boy is down BAD

carlossainz55 🙌🏻

ynfan3 i cant believe some people still want her old relationship when we have THIS

charlesfan3 charlie's popstar boyfriend era

yourinstagram thank you for being here 🥺

↳ ynfan1 SHE DESERVES THIS AND MORE

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thepopbuzz YN and Charles Leclerc spotted on a yatch in the Bahamas, the couple seems to be enjoying their days off before they have to go back to touring and racing respectively. Tap the link in our bio for more details 👌

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charlesfan1 AHHHHHHHHH

ynfan1 i love one fairytale couple

harryfan1 trying to rewrite history i see

ynfan2 WE STAN

charlesfan2 that should be me

ynfan3 finally a boyfriend who likes pda

charlesfan3 I LOVE THEM SO BAD

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charles_leclerc I wanted to take pictures of my girl but she beat me to it

A much needed break

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charlesfan1 STOP THIS

ynfan1 IM SPIRALING

carlossainz55 Enjoy mates 🙌🏻

lilyhme cuties 💓

charlesfan2 THE BOYFRIEND CONTENT I SIGNED UP FOR

ynfan2 HIS 🥹 GIRL 🥹

yourinstagram lover booooy ❤️

↳ ynfan3 AHHHH MY HEART

charlesfan3 we love simp charlieeee

ynfan4 i can’t stress how happy this makes me. from running to get in a van to this

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yourinstagram SURPRISE !! my new album THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT is coming soon 🤍

ALL IS FAIR IN LOVE AND POETRY

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ynfan1 KAHAIAJAYAABAJAI

ynfan2 WHAT ON EARTH

oliviarodrigo NO WAY ‼️‼️‼️

conangray thank you mother for constantly serving

ynfan3 THE COVER ??? THE NAME ?? THAT LYRIC ??? we’re not ready

charlesfan1 oooohhhh this is exciting

ynfan4 and fruit boy better HIDE

dualipa 🖤🖤🖤🖤

postmalone 🙌🏻

charles_leclerc So proud of you ❤️

↳ charlesfan2 AWEEEEEEES

↳ charlesfan3 i know they just started dating but i hope we get songs about him

[lilpunkrock]

where you go (i will go) — part xiii

Summary: Hob offers you a lesson in love, and Dream's quest for answers finally comes to fruition.

Words: 6.1k+

AN: Been looking forward to this one for a long time. Enjoy! x

masterlist

. . .

“I still remember everything you like,

Following your footsteps in my mind;

Tearing out the pages that I write,

‘Cause every line I read is through your eyes.”

Sun, loveless

. . . 

part xiii

While the residents of Dream Country rest, their minds swaddled in the thick comfort of slumber, their creator’s mind races. Standing in the center of his gallery, Dream of the Endless contemplates his next moves for the hundredth time. The twin fires lighting the gallery leap and flicker, seemingly mirroring the turmoil within their master’s mind. 

Morpheus had existed since the dawn of the first thought, since the first need for rest. The breadth of experience he had navigated in his eons of existence could not be overstated. These eons had granted him wisdom and enlightenment beyond the attainment of most beings. It was not often that he was faced with indecision. 

It was you who had spurred him to invite Calliope to the Dreaming. ‘Sometimes, if you love something, Dream, the best thing you can do is let it go.’ In your months of knowing one another, it had never ceased to astound him how you spoke the right words at the right times, seemingly without even realizing it yourself. He had sent for Calliope the very next day, arranging her visit without delay.  

Their meeting in the Dreaming had been desperately needed, even…curative. He was hopeful that the opportunity to air their grievances and confessions would be fruitful. He was hopeful that it would allow her to move forward and find greater happiness, just as you’d said. He wondered if it might do the same for him. 

That had been the first step. After you’d left the Dreaming earlier tonight, Morpheus had returned to the throne room alone. He had once told you that the vastness of the sea helped him think more clearly. The vastness of the cosmos beyond the throne room’s trusses were no different. He had observed them for hours after you’d left the Dreaming, seeking guidance. Seeking answers. 

The longer he’d observed, the more musings had made themselves known to him. Like how the slant of Capricornus reminded him of the curve of your jaw, the curl of your eyelashes. How Lyra summoned the memory of watching you foster attachments during his first visit to your Realm. The serenity in your expression as you’d plucked the threads like harp strings would have been put to shame by human descriptions. He wondered what you might do if he brought Canis Major to life above you, if he called the Great Dog right out of the sky and sent him into your arms. Would it soothe your sorrow about the friend you’d parted with, Theo? 

The longer he’d stared, the longer each cluster of stars above had led him back to the glimmer in your eyes. The glimmer that surfaced whenever you emboldened a new attachment, or gave input on a new dream. The same glimmer he witnessed when you collapsed onto the dock after a long night of working, when you smiled at Lucienne, or when you laughed with Matthew. When you looked at him. 

On the first day you’d traveled to the Dreaming all those months ago, a call had risen in him. It seemed to strengthen in your presence, beckoning him toward you. You know her. She is familiar, it whispered. He supposed it was from your time as a human long ago. He knew he must have encountered your unconsciousness before, crafted nightmares and fantasies for you and you alone. In spite of this knowledge, he could not place you. Like a song he’d once known, but was lost to him. He could not grasp the words of you, yet remembered your tune deep in his bones. 

In spite of his nature, he had tried to be patient. You had been open with him, had revealed your mystery piece by piece. And yet, even still, your picture remained incomplete. 

He was weary of being patient. He wanted to know the truth. He needed to know everything. 

His feet carry him toward Death’s sigil with purpose. When he takes it in his hands, it’s without indecision. 

“Sister, it is your brother, Dream of the Endless. I stand in my gallery and I hold your sigil. I wish to talk.”

. . . 

The slap of your sneakers against the cobblestones echoes in the stillness of London’s night. Teetering around freezing, a wintery mix falls from the sky, wetting your hair and cheeks. The bitter wind cuts straight to the bone, but you barely pay it any mind. All your attention is trained on the building in front of you, on the golden lamp lights that illuminate its familiar green door. 

Your knuckles rap against The New Inn’s front door hastily. Heart in your throat, you anxiously pull at your fingers as you wait for some sign of life on the other side. When several long seconds drag by with no reply, you huff with frustration, pounding on the door in earnest.

After several seconds of banging, a groggy voice calls from within, “Okay, okay! I’m coming.” As the sound of locks being undone reaches your ears, you swear you hear a grumbled, “Gonna wake up my damn customers.” 

When Hob Gadling swings the door open, his eyes are heavy with sleep, his hair utterly disheveled. He looks like he’s properly prepared to chew out whatever unlucky stranger has torn him from his slumber. But as his eyes flicker over your recognizable features, the anger slips from his face. “Love?” he says incredulously, trying to blink the sleep from his eyes.

You heave a sigh of relief at his familiar face. “Thank the Maker, Hob. It’s so good to see you.” Now comes the truth. Clasping your fidgeting hands in front of you, you gaze up at him imploringly. When the words come out, they flee you in a rush. “I need your help. I think I’m in love.”

. . .

The smirk that Hob levels you with from across the table is downright, undeniably smug. Upon ushering you into The New Inn and out of the cold, he’d graciously poured a glass of water to calm you, hot tea to warm you, and a beer to “make those problems of yours seem a little smaller.” All three sit before you now, untouched. Your hands are clasped tightly in your lap, white-knuckled and nervous. 

Hob is the first one to break the weighty silence. “You could have told me you were snogging, you know. I bloody knew you were snogging.”

Your head falls into your hands with a groan. “We weren’t.” Understanding the connotation that that gives, you hastily add, “We haven’t.”

You can’t say you’re surprised that Hob’s taking the opportunity to tease. In fact, it would’ve been more surprising if he hadn’t. In spite of Hob’s smugness, you don’t regret coming here. After you’d learned the truth of your attachment with Dream, it was the first place you’d thought to go. You liked Hob Gadling a great deal. You’d paid him a couple of other visits in recent weeks whenever work brought you to London, sipping on afternoon tea while Hob nursed a beer. 

As much as you loved Lucienne and Matthew, you didn’t dare go to them with your secret. In the end, their loyalty was with Dream, as it should be. Besides, Hob was honest about Dream–brutally, at times–and, to your understanding, they didn’t see each other often. He seemed to be your safest bet, and a comfortable one, at that. 

From between your fingers, you watch Hob throw his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, I believe you. Sorry, I’m just amazed. I’ve known him a long time, and the subject of romantice has never come up. To call him reserved about his love life–hell, about everything–would be an understatement. How did this even happen?”

You heave a sigh into your palms. “I don’t know. We were partners in our work–that’s how it started. The more time went by, I guess you could say we became…friends. As much as you can be friends with someone who perpetually keeps everyone at arm’s length. It always seemed so funny…I felt like he could just read me, and I got pretty good at reading him, too. And then, one day, everything was just…different. Like a switch was flipped, and I saw everything in a different light for the first time. It…snuck up on me.   I wasn’t trying to fall for him. If anything, I was trying not to.”

“Well, piss-poor job you did of that.”

You raise your head to glare at him, only to find him grinning at you. You can’t help but relax a little under his friendly gaze. “Yeah, no shit.”

Hob chuckles softly, taking a long drink of his tea. “So, how does he feel?” he asks with a quirk of his brow. 

You nibble at your bottom lip, another nervous habit. “I’m not sure. I haven’t asked. Too scared to, obviously. The attachment is there, but I haven’t done anything to foster it. All I know is that it’s a romantic soul tie.  I’m not sure if it’s one-sided, or if he feels the same way.” 

“What do you mean, if he feels the same way? If the attachment is there, shouldn’t he love you, too?” 

Your heart flutters at the mere mention of the words. You swallow thickly. “Yes and no. Just because it’s meant to be doesn’t mean it has to be. The only way to guarantee an attachment is reciprocated is if I fulfill it through my function. If the attachment is simply there, and I don’t foster it…well, it could be reciprocated, or it could not be. If he doesn’t want to love me, he won’t.”

“Oh, I highly doubt that he doesn’t want to. I bet that lonely bastard is dying to get some, even if he wouldn’t admit it.” You purse your lips at his words as heat rises in your cheeks. Hob huffs in satisfaction and leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest with a grin. “My mysterious friend has a soulmate. Shit, what I’d give to pick his brain about that.”

A tick in your jaw tightens your expression. “You can’t tell him, Hob.”

Hob blinks once, seemingly surprised. “Why? I don’t see what the problem is. Why is being in love with him such a bad thing? Besides the fact that he can be a prick sometimes.”

“Because.”  Your heart stutters at the base of your throat, trapping the words there. You swallow heavily, working past them. Working up the courage to be vulnerable, to tell the truth. “It’s a bad thing, because that’s what ruined things the first time around. That’s what got me in this situation in the first place.” 

The words hang suspended between you in the quiet of the inn. Hob stares at you silently, eyebrows pinched together, searching your face for answers. After several long moments, understanding dawns on his face, softening his expression. “Oh. Oh, Love.”

And that was the fear at the heart of it, wasn’t it? That was the fear at the heart of everything. A fear that had dictated every decision since the day you’d opened your eyes to Death’s kind face, a fear that had suffocated and shadowed your every waking and resting hour for eons. 

You’d loved before. You’d put your heart in another’s hands, and it had ended with those hands around your throat. It had ended in the knowledge that the emotion you’d put so much faith in had been no match for Desire, no match for another pretty pair of eyes. It had ended with you still loving him, in spite of everything, and the crippling self-doubt that came after. It had taken ages for those feelings for him to fade. Even when they had, the self-doubt had still remained. 

In the years since you’d walked the earth, your fellow mortals had crafted romantic turns of phrase to describe the passions of the heart. “The heart wants what it wants,” they said. “Follow your heart,” they said. But could you really trust yours? Could they trust their own? 

You knew it was irrational to think that everything would happen all over again, that history would repeat itself so cruelly. But mortals’ sense of self-preservation was a powerful thing, and yours had carried over into this immortal life. Self-preservation was rarely logical. Self-preservation spurred you to protect yourself, regardless of the cost. 

Sitting across from Hob, it occurs to you for the first time that, perhaps, the fact that your first love had resulted in your demise wasn’t a bad thing. Maybe it was meant to happen, a tragedy carefully designed for a greater purpose. Maybe it was meant to lead you to this moment–to lead you to him. 

Dream. Your eyes flutter closed at the thought of him. If you put your heart in the Dream Lord’s hands, what would he do with it? Would he hold it as fondly as one of his books, revere it as a treasure? Or would he crush it within those elegant fingers that were so adept at creating? You had a hard time believing that he would hurt you, but your past experiences placed a grain of uncertainty in your heart. His own history in love had been troubled, to say the least. But he had shown you remorse. He seemed to be changing. 

You wanted so desperately to believe you were right. You weren’t sure you could bear the pain of being wrong again. 

“I’m scared, Hob,” you breathe past the quiver in your throat. 

Hob watches you in silence for several long moments. When he finally breaks his silence, he does so with a soft chuckle. The sound catches you by surprise, his humor in this situation unexpected. Still, your hammering heart slows at the sound of it. 

“I would’ve thought that the goddess of love would know that love can be scary,” he prods gently, giving you a good-natured smirk. The bait works–you feel the corner of your lips twitch upward in response, which makes him smile wider. “Yes, Love–love can be scary. But that’s a good thing. Means you’ve got something worth being afraid of losing.” 

Hob leans forward, resting his forearms on the table between you. When he levels you with a genuine stare, you find yourself unable to look away. “When we first met, I’d shut myself off from the idea of love for a long time. I was afraid of losing it again, afraid I wouldn’t find something as great as what I’d shared with Eleanor, afraid of how it would work…all of it. But you taught me a lesson, so allow me to return the favor. Giving in to the fear…it’s safe. It’s the easy way out. Confronting it is harder. But if you don’t, my friend, you risk missing out on the happiness waiting for you on the other side.” 

. . . 

The honey-gold beach forms a soft pillow beneath you as you gaze at the stars swimming overhead. And when you say swimming, you mean it quite literally. Fake Dream sits beside you, one hand supporting his weight behind him, the other extended to the night sky overhead. As his fingers elegantly sway back and forth, Volans and Pisces do the same, swimming through the darkness above in a shimmer of stars. 

You smile as the two dive past one another, their tails almost intertwining. You’d told the Dream Lord once that watching the night sky was calming to you, and the sentiment had been genuine. You turn to face him, cheek pressed into the sand. “Very impressive, but I think you’ve got more in you. This is my unconscious–anything is possible here. Paint me a fable, Fake Dream Lord.” 

The full moon hovering high above the water bathes the beach in a soft film of white. Fake Dream’s skin seems to glow from within beneath it, the faint upturn of his lips easier to spot against the pale backdrop. He dips his chin at you and then, as if to show off, waves his hand across the sky without breaking eye contact. 

At Fake Dream’s beck and call, the heavens above begin to shift and change. As his palm glides across the sky, so too do Vela, Puppis, and Carina, setting Argo Navis asail down the river of the Milky Way. With a wave of his finger, the sea monster Cetus and the sea serpent Hydra burst to life, racing toward Argo Navis in haste to drag it into the sea of the sky. Just as their shimmering appendages reach to pull it under, Cancer, Delphinus, and Dorado spring into action. They dive onto the scene courageously, chasing the sea villains away from the ship and across the sky. 

A laugh bubbles forth from your lips as you watch them disappear into some far-off, unseen galaxy. Your gaze returns to Fake Dream, only to find him still watching you. “Now that is impressive,” you say with a grin. 

As your resting hours pass watching the night sky above, Hob’s words from earlier tonight return to you. He’d encouraged you to leave your fear behind, to not let it stand in the way of the happiness that could await you. But maybe this was a place where you could have everything you wanted. These resting hours, this time with a fake Dream. No matter how many times you met him here, no matter how many times you reminded yourself that this wasn’t real, you couldn’t deny the fact that it felt real. Every word Fake Dream breathed, every move he made–it all felt real. 

Maybe you could lead a double life. Mortals did it every night when they slept. Maybe you could live out your fantasies and live in safety. Indulge your heart, and protect it, too. 

You only had to decide whether knowing it was an illusion was a price you were willing to pay. 

. . . 

In all your months traveling to the Dreaming, it had only ever been a place of beauty. Sure, some days offered clearer skies than others, and the weather wasn’t always sunny and sixty. But there had never been a time when the sun hadn’t seemed to smile upon you, or when the sweet air hadn’t rushed to you in a greeting. 

That’s what makes this morning so jarring. 

When you step out of Dream’s sand and into Fiddler’s Green, the first thing you notice is gray. The entire scene seems steeped in it, like a coffee stain on parchment paper, or the grainy filter of a silent film. Overhead, the normally blue sky is completely suffocated by  dark clouds. Thick and heavy with rain, they churn relentlessly, promising a downpour to come. The air is charged with brewing lightning and anxious energy. Below your feet, the grass of Fiddler’s Green seems dull and lifeless. The sporadic clusters of flowers around you stand limp, drained of color. 

None of the flora reaches to greet you. No sweet smell rushes to meet your nose. 

Something is very wrong. 

You pour another handful of sand over you in a rush. The palace. Take me to the palace. The pull in your chest beckons you there, urging you to find Dream within. 

When Dream’s sand whisks you into the palace foyer, you’re met with utter silence. There is no soft sound of chatter, or far-off music from one of the living quarters. No residents of the Dreaming waltz in to greet you. 

“Matthew? Lucienne? Mervyn?” Your voice echoes through the foyer, up the staircases, into the trusses high above. 

There is no answer. 

Your legs carry you through the hallways of the palace with haste. As you follow the pull in your chest, you quickly realize you’re traversing hallways you’ve never ventured through before. Wherever the Dream Lord is hiding, it’s somewhere that you either haven’t found in your explorations of the palace thus far, or it’s somewhere that hasn’t been made known to you before. You swallow thickly, walking faster. 

After several twists and turns, the pull leads you to a pair of darkly stained oak doors. Compared to the majesty of the rest of the castle, their simplicity seems almost out of place. You can feel Dream’s presence on the other side, beating like an extension of your own heartbeat, a phantom limb. With a deep breath, you push one door open slowly. 

The room that awaits you on the other side can be summed up with one word: Dark. You blink quickly, willing your eyes to adjust. Two fires flicker lowly against a pair of pillars,  providing enough illumination to reveal that the room is circular in shape. Along the far wall are seven ornate golden frames. Through the darkness, you can see that each one houses a different object. Some of them are familiar to you–an ankh, a glass heart, a helm. Dream’s helm. 

That’s when you see him. The Dream Lord himself stands in the center of the room, almost entirely concealed in the darkness. His back is to you, his posture stiff, his head bowed. As you step into the room, you notice that his presence feels…different. It feels dark, heavy. 

In such a confined space, his aura is almost too much to bear. Dream’s energy crackles through the air like live wires, his presence so overwhelming that it seems to crowd the oxygen from the room. As the door closes behind you, it’s not fear that spikes through you–it’s concern. 

“Dream?” you call softly, as if too loud a word from you might break him. When he doesn’t answer, you take a few careful steps toward him. “Dream? What’s going on? The Dreaming looks…sick. And I can’t find anyone.” More silence. “...are you okay?” 

You’re not sure how long you both stand in the darkness, still as stone. It’s only when Dream finally turns that you see the twin stars burning in the inky pools of his eyes. As he turns, you spot the leather-bound volume clutched tightly in one of his hands. Though the low lighting enshadows the name on its cover, understanding creeps through your body like pins and needles. If you found it hard to breathe before, you certainly can’t now. 

“I know everything.” The voice that emerges from Dream’s throat is not that of the Dream you know. This is deeper, primordial, ancient. 

As his words settle over you, your whole world stops, then tilts. 

“How did you get that?” you ask in a whisper. 

“My sister.”

Your eyes fall closed as understanding washes over you. Of course Death told him your mortal name. He’s her brother–if he went to her with a question, why would she not help him? Frustration simmers in your veins, followed by the coldness of guilt. You couldn’t be mad at her for helping him. It’s not like you’d asked her to keep it a secret from him, anyway. 

As the two of you stand in silence, a sense of unease settles over you. It’s a strange feeling, the realization that someone else knows more about you than you know about yourself. He’d read dreams and nightmares you couldn’t remember. He’d lived parts of your life that were unknown to you in his own head. He knew your real name when it was a mystery to yourself. 

He’d truly born witness to all your broken, jagged edges now, both from your mortal life and this one. If you had bared them willingly, you might feel differently. But his knowledge of the former was of his accord, not your own.

When your eyes open, they settle on Dream with a measure of caution. His form is taught and stiff, every muscle tightened with tension. His beautifully sharp features look all the more cutting in the low light. You draw in a deep breath to calm yourself for what lies ahead. “You went behind my back. You wanted to know something, and you went behind my back to figure it out.” 

“You were not forthcoming.”

Now, that sends a spike of anger flaring through you. “Oh, you’re one to talk. Getting you to be forthcoming is like pulling teeth.” 

Something in Dream’s posture changes at the bite of your words. Though his expression betrays nothing, the aura in the room shifts ever so slightly. You’ve become good at reading him over all these months. The emotion that registers to you is hurt. 

Your heart squeezes with the realization, and you bite your tongue. When you speak again, it’s with a softer tone. “I wasn’t forthcoming because it’s painful, Dream. I can’t remember anything before those final moments, and it hurts to relive those. So I don’t really like to just bring it up unprovoked.” 

You pause, gnawing at your bottom lip with nerves. You take a step toward him. Dream’s lithe form, though taut with tension, seems to incline toward you. “But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t have told you. I would have told you anything if you’d asked. Whatever you wanted to know.” 

Another pause. You draw a step nearer, your skin humming in his proximity. “Did you really think I wouldn’t have told you?” you ask in a whisper. 

Standing this close, Dream’s eyes are truly dark as night. The pinprick of light glowing within each one makes him look otherworldly. You’ve never seen him like this before. A muscle in his throat flexes, pulling like a length of rope. “You were not ready,” he says, his voice monotone.

“But you were.” Silence. You’ve pegged him. “Can you really tell me that what you did was completely selfless?” you implore, hoping for honesty.

Dream watches you for several long moments. You can tell that he wishes he could say yes. After several dragging seconds, he straightens, pulling away from you. “It matters not.” He turns in a blur of black, stalking toward the wall of sigils. “They will atone for what they’ve done.”

Your face falls at his words. “What do you mean?” you ask. As you follow closely behind him, you reach out, grabbing him by the forearm. It’s not lost on you that this is only the third time you’ve intentionally touched: The first at the mortals’ wedding, the second the night he found you alone in the throne room. 

If the contact takes him off guard, he pushes through it. “My sibling first, and then every living descendant of the one who hurt you.”

“No!” As the exclamation slips from your mouth, Dream slips his arm out of your grip. As he approaches the wall of sigils, you keep pace beside him, seeking his face. “Dream, that’s insane.” 

Dream surges forward, his hand reaching for the glass heart hovering in one of the golden frames. Desire’s sigil. “His seed will never be sewn upon the earth again.”

Your heart leaps into your throat. This can’t happen. As Dream’s fingers stretch toward the sigil, you do the only thing you can think to do—you jump forward and grab it from him. In a non-Endless’s hands, it’s useless. In his, not so much.

“No,” you say firmly. 

Dream falters slightly, seemingly taken aback. His dark eyes flicker from your face, to the sigil in your hands, and back again. “You would stand in my way?” he says with a quietness that is clearly forced. His tone is so low that the sentence almost doesn’t register as a question. 

“I would,” you tell him. You draw in a deep breath, striving to keep your emotions in check, to choose each word carefully. “I’m not going to let you punish innocent mortals and ruin your relationship with Desire just to…just to…satisfy whatever this is.”

You place the sigil back in its frame with care. As you turn, Dream moves to step around you. But you move faster, forming a blockade between him and the sigil. Dream’s pink mouth purses with frustration. “You will not interfere—“

You throw up a hand, cutting him off. “The only one interfering here is you, Dream. This is my life. It’s my problem. And I will live my life and solve my problems as I see fit. What’s going on between Desire and I is for me to resolve. Not you.” You turn your face up to him, searching his dark eyes for answers. “Why do you care so much, anyway?”

With one long stride, Dream closes the distance between you. “You deserve to be protected.” 

Electricity crackles down your spine at his words, a shiver you can barely suppress. Your breath catches as he leans down toward you, lips parted softly. The closer he draws, the more the darkness in his eyes begins to recede, lightening into that familiar shade of ocean blue.

“Your well-being is imperative,” he murmurs gently, his words careful.

Oh, how you wished he’d add “to me.”

The two of you stand in silence for what could be a second, or what could be an hour. The sheer closeness of him is intoxicating. Your thoughts scramble in his presence, your skin singing with glee at his proximity. He’s close enough to spot the measured rise and fall of his chest, close enough to feel his warm breath kiss your skin. You could reach up and push the stray hairs draping over his forehead from his face. You could feel the smoothness of his cheek, test the tenderness of that bottom lip that endears you so thoroughly. A quiet exhale escapes you as your fingers curl tightly into your palms. 

Dream’s eyes flicker back and forth, searching yours intently. There’s a sheen in them that you linger upon, a pinch in his brow that makes your heart ache. He looks sad. After a long moment, he murmurs, “I felt you be torn from the Dreaming that night.”

At first, the words don’t fully register with you. They sink in slowly, like a settling fog, or new rain on dry earth. When they do, sorrow and joy crash through you in equal measure, robbing the breath from your lungs. You shake your head once, hard. “No. Please don’t tell me that, Dream.”

Dream’s eyes hold yours, unrelenting. You’re not sure if the stars you’re seeing in them are real, or a sign that you’re about to faint. “I will not lie to you,” he says quietly. 

Your eyes fall closed as emotion rolls through you in waves. Joy at the realization that someone had noticed when you’d disappeared, that you hadn’t been alone in those final moments after all. Sorrow that he hadn’t been able to save you, that even though he’d felt you be pulled away from him, he hadn’t known why. Joy that he remembered you, even after all this time. 

“I knew not why you left,” he says softly, as if reading your mind. 

You draw in a deep breath, exhale it slowly. “Well, now you do,” you say in a whisper. 

Dream is quiet for several long moments. You can feel his eyes on your skin, a sensation that compels you to open your own. When you do, you find that he’s drawn impossibly closer. 

“I remember you,” he murmurs, his words tender with earnesty. You’re not sure you’ve ever heard him speak like this before. As compelling as he is when confident or impassioned, the gentleness he speaks with now is more than compelling–it’s spellbinding.  “Though I may not know each face, all of my dreamers’ minds are known to me. I forget no one. Something within you was known to me from the moment we met.” 

Something solid and true settles in your soul at his words. Validation. That familiarity, that pull–you hadn’t been alone. He’d felt it, too, this entire time. The realization is both grounding and elating simultaneously. 

As you draw in a deep breath, seeking to calm your hammering heart, it dawns on you just how close he is. With his last step forward, your faces are nearly touching. You can feel the warmth of his skin against your own. 

Dream cared for you. He wanted to protect you. The air between you suddenly seems like too much space, and yet too little. Every cell in your body is urging you to surge forward, to take his beautiful face in your hands and kiss him. It’s the only thing that could possibly satisfy the call in your bones, the soul-deep, gaping need that burns in your core. 

You could do it. It would be so easy. 

From deep within the recesses of your mind, that damning voice of logic, of self-preservation, hisses, No. 

With a shaky breath, you tuck your chin to your chest and step around him. As you walk toward the center of the room, your muscles cry in revolt, every fiber of your being demanding you to turn around. You purse your lips and tuck your hands under your arms, distrustful of both.

“You were right, before. My motivations were not entirely selfless. But they were not entirely selfish, either.” 

Dream’s voice stops you in your tracks. As you slowly turn to face him, he takes small, careful steps toward you, as if too quick a movement may cause you to flee. He lifts a single hand toward you, the one that holds the record of your mortal life and dreams within it. 

Maker. In all the turmoil, you’d forgotten that it was even part of the equation. Your eyes dart away from the book, away from the name you know you’ll find on its cover. You hold Dream’s gaze, instead. 

“I sought out this book for my own interests, yes. But I also sought it because I wanted you to have it,” he says. “I know your mortal life haunts you. I hoped it might offer you closure.”

A breath of awe escapes you as he holds the book between you, extending it like an offering. The softness of his tone, the glimmer of stars in his eyes, the openness of his body language–all of it indicates sincerity. 

You were well aware that Dream was not a perfect being to love. He could be selfish, hard-headed, driven to a fault, and impatient. That last quality had flung you into your present situation head-first. It would be a lie to say that you weren’t still upset about him going behind your back to get the book. Though you were forgiving by nature, it was a difficult pill to swallow. In spite of their negative connotations, you’re self-aware enough to recognize that some of these qualities are the same ones that endear you to him. His hard-headedness could be amusing, his drive inspiring, his impatience endearing. Funny how his quirks could make you want to throttle him and kiss him all at once. 

In the heat of the moment, if someone had offered you the chance to go back and let today transpire differently, you suspect you would have said yes. The longer you stand under Dream’s soft gaze, however, the more your mind starts to change. The events that had transpired in this gallery had neither confirmed nor denied the nature of Dream’s feelings for you. A desire to protect was not inherently romantic. But it had confirmed to you that something was there. In some capacity, he cared for you. 

Can that be enough? a small, tentative voice within you asks. As you look inward, you find that you’re really not sure. A question for another time. 

And then, there’s the book. The presence of the leather-bound volume between you demands your attention, but you remain steadfast, training your eyes on Dream. How many times had you fostered attachments in a mortal family and wondered what your own was like? How many nights had you wondered what it felt like to dream rather than relive nightmarish memories? How many days had you spent wondering what had occupied your time as a mortal? Had you enjoyed reading, drinking coffee, and watching the stars, even then? Or were those passions unique to you as you were now? 

There was a time when the desire to satisfy these curiosities was maddening. But as you stand in Dream’s gallery with all the answers at your fingertips, you find that the itch is no longer there. Dream’s brows furrow slightly as you press the tips of your fingers against the book, pushing it towards his chest. 

“There was a time when I would have taken this from you in a heartbeat. I thought my mortal life might hold answers for me. I wondered if it could grant me some level of happiness that was missing from me in this one.” You pause, searching for the right words. When your lips upturn in the faintest of smiles, the crease in Dream’s brow eases ever so slightly. “But not anymore. I’m happy now, Dream. Really, really happy. So I’m done looking behind. From now on, I’m only looking ahead.” Your palm falls atop the book between you with a sense of finality. “I suggest you do the same.” 

[this-is-krikkit]

Chapters: 1/?

Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Levi Ackerman/Hange Zoë

Characters: Levi Ackerman, Hange Zoë, 104th Training Corps Ensemble (Shingeki no Kyojin), Onyankopon (Shingeki no Kyojin)

Additional Tags: Shingeki no Kyojin Chapter 132: Wings of Freedom, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Hange is alive and well, ... Hange is alive, Angst, POV Levi Ackerman, Fix-It of Sorts, Originally Posted on Tumblr, They/Them Pronouns for Hange Zoë

Summary: What if repairing the flying boat had gone just a tiny bit faster, making some sacrifices unnecessary?

[the-heartstring-chronicles]

If anyone is in the market for incredibly good and in character Odo/Kirs Fanfictiion, I have found no one better than Carolyn R Fulton.

She has some of her fanfiction transferred to AO3, though l don’t know how long ago she did that and whether the rest will be added, the link to that is below.

I also compiled an ebook for myself of all the stories she had posted on her old website including her WIPe at the time. ( I probably compiled it over ten years ago) that I would be willing to email folks for personal use. (I don’t want to set it as a downloadable as they aren’t my fics and I do not know Ms. Fulton other than writing her a email once about how much I love her work and she writing a kind letter back, again over a decade ago.)

I just want newer Odo /Kira fans or fans who haven’t heard of her work to enjoy it as much as I still do.

If you want me to email you the ebook I compiled , please send me an ask with your email and I will do so. ( adults only please as some of her stories feature adult themes and content including but not limited to intimacy scenes, infant loss, and healing from SA, )

( I do not know if the stories posted on Ao3 below are ones with adult material, I read them all and have never kept track of which contain what)

And happy reading of one of the best authors I’ve ever seen in fanfiction to all of my fellow Odo/Kira shippers out there .

[knyazd]

Hi guys

I'm finally back and I have some good news. I have already started to write my huge fanfictiion about Grace Augustine and Jake Sully. I promise you, that it's not typical relationship story, it will be kinda independent book with interesting plot and some plot twists))

Also, over these years of tireless reading, I have learned to use various literary techniques that make the text come alive.

First two chapters has already done and I want to show it to you guys)

Hope you will like it)

[darklydeliciousdesires]

What’s this? An announcement for some winter themed one shots and drabbles starring my favourite men? 

Yes. Yes it is. 

Coming soon!

[m-lokisson]

Just a shout out to those writing amazing Finals in fix-it fics. You are all a blessing and mine will be here probably tomorrow.

[1dfanfictionbookcovers]

Young & Beautiful, by Velvetoscar ( @mizzwilde )

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.

more covers here

Pictures I used: For the paper-book cover: xx (: Epub covers: one, two, three

[thescentifollow]

New Year’s Eve | Fred Weasley

After a blissful dinner on New Year’s Eve with your loved ones, your boyfriend, Fred has a question to ask you.

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: This is not how I planned it to be but I like it. Instead of making it too fluffy and cheesy I tried to capture the feeling of home, coziness and the comfort you feel when you’re with the poeple you love. I hope you like it! Feedbacks are always appreciated. ^-^

New Year’s Eve 2000

Seeing the laughs filling the living room in your new apartment on New Year’s Eve, you could feel the coziness of home. Everyone you loved was around you, except the ones you lost, the ones who sacrificed their lives for a better world. You teared up a bit thinking about Remus, Tonks, Sirius… and many more. You feel sadness and gratitude at the same time whenever you are reminded of them. You really wished they were here today.

With the voice of the small, adorable, newborn baby in her grandmother’s arms, you snapped out of the thoughts and wiped the tears. You made your way to play with her with a funny expression on your face to make her laugh.

“Look Victoire, Auntie Y/N is here.” Molly said with a baby voice.

You took one of the little baby’s hands and made funny faces. At first her face remained expressionless, but a few seconds later she started laughing like crazy, which made you feel proud. It was hard to make her smile and you made her laugh.

“Y/N, dear, this place looks amazing, I have to say.” Molly said and gave you an approving smile.

“Thank you, Molly; we are very pleased with it too.” You answered and smiled at her. Then you offered her to take a break and have a drink like everyone else. She gladly accepted it after planting a kiss on her granddaughter’s hand. You played with Victoire and took her to the other rooms to show her around. You explained the rooms to her in a baby voice to keep her entertained and sometimes she would nod and look you in the eye like she understands everything you say. When you were back downstairs you took a look around and felt blessed to have such people around you.

Molly, Ginny, and Hermione were talking about Hermione’s new job at the Ministry of Magic. Arthur, Ron and Harry were in another corner talking about the reformations that were done at the Ministry past year. Bill and Fleur were resting against the wall and chatting, looking relaxed since Victoire was in safe hands. Sadly, Charlie and Percy were not able to come this year. Charlie was busy, stuck in Romania and Percy was invited to another event.

Fred saw you standing next to the stairs and sent you a mocking look and mouthed: “Auntie.” And lifted his eyebrows cheekily. You rolled your eyes as you tried to contain your smile. Then Arthur approached Fred with curious eyes and started asking questions about the Christmas lights above the fireplace.

You remembered seeing those lights for the first time. It was when you were living in the Muggle World for a few months after the war and you remembered both you and your boyfriend liking it quite a lot. This year you went back to that store and bought a few pairs of them, thinking Arthur would love them. You wanted everything to be perfect for it was your first Christmas since coming back to the Wizarding World and it was also the very first Christmas in your new apartment.

When the doorbell rang Arthur was talking to Fred about how adorable and interesting the tiny light bulbs were. Fred looked at you, lifted one eyebrow with a smile on his face and pointed at the door. You got the message right away and went to answer the door.

“Come on Victoire, we have one last guest.” You kept talking to the little baby.

“Finally! We were starting to worry that you got stuck under a pile of snow.” You said acting like you were mad while welcoming George; but he did not fall for it.

He grinned cheekily and gave you flowers as a sorry for being late. You sighed but accepted the flowers gladly.

“Hello little baby.” His eyes went to her right away and Victoire said something incomprehensible. He guessed it was her way of welcoming him then turned to greet you. You hugged him as he started teasing you the moment that he entered the house.

“Hello to you to sister-in law.” You glared at him, trying to contain your smile at his cheesy nickname. Well, it was cheesy but after being friends with the twins for more than 10 years and dating Fred for 5 years, you got used to it.

“For the hundredth time, I’m not you sister-in law.”

“No, not yet. Though I doubt that it’s gonna take long.” He winked at you and made his way to the living room. You just shook your head and followed him. He became the center of attention the moment he entered the living room, and this made Victoire cry at the top of her lungs. Fleur rushed to take her and calm her down.

You made your way to the kitchen to bring out the dishes you prepared. You could hear Molly scolding George because of his lateness.

“George Weasley, how dare you make all these people wait for you on New Year’s Eve? It does not matter we are your family; you are not allowed to behave this way…”

You giggled while you slowly made your way to the living room.

“Since everyone is finally here, we can start.” You emphasized the word finally and sent him a look. It made everyone giggle and the scolding turned into a sweet laugh.

“Do you need help with anything, dear?” Molly asked approaching you, as you put the dishes on the dinner table.

“No, thank you Molly. Everything is ready. Please sit down and start.” She nodded with a smile on her face and rubbed your shoulder.

“Freddie, can you bring the wine my parents sent us?” You asked Fred and he gave you an okay sign.

-

The dinner was a blast. Everyone enjoyed it and complimented you and your boyfriend’s cooking. Freddie’s amazing cooking skills was a surprise for them since he never cooked for them. But you knew that he took cooking classes in the Muggle world and you were quite proud of him. After dinner you played games such as Who am I and Charades. As the night deepened Victoire fell asleep and Fleur put her to the bed in the guest room. Everyone went back to their initial corners to chat a little. You were sitting by the fireplace with Molly and chatting when Fred approached you from the back and whispered to your ear.

“Darling, can you come upstairs for a second?” You sent him a curious look and he mouthed the words “Present time.” With a smirk on his face. You turned to him and whispered.

“Now?”

“Now.” He answered with an intense look in his eyes. You just shook your head and excused yourself to follow Fred upstairs. You saw George sending him a thumbs up as you walked upstairs.

He held your hand and rubbed your skin with his thumb as he led you upstairs. You could feel his breaths were unstable and you wondered why but you didn’t ask, thinking that it was probably because he was excited for the present exchange between the two of you. When you reached the upstairs, you let go of his hand to enter the guest room. He knit his eyebrows confusingly.

“Wait here.” You whispered trying not to wake the sleeping baby up. He nodded not being sure what you were doing as you entered the room. Opening the wardrobe next to the rocking chair, you built in the Muggle World, you reached for the box you hid underneath the boxes that needed to be unpacked.

Fred knocked on the door impatiently. You told him you were coming in a second very quietly, but you were sure he heard you because you heard his footsteps and the sound of your bedroom’s door opening. You looked at Victoire one more time and planted a kiss on the top of her head before leaving the guest room.

When you entered the room, he was facing away and looking outside of the window. You approached him and hugged him, and he brought you to his side and put his arm over your shoulder before planting a kiss on your temple.

Looking outside, you noticed that it started to snow again.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” You asked rhetorically. He hummed and nodded. His eyes caught the box you were holding.

“Well, what’s it you are holding?” He knew the answer but asks anyway.

“Obviously, it’s your present, Weasley.” You answered. He loved it when you called him by his surname because it reminded him of the school days you had spent together. His eyes lit up and he reached for the box in your hands. You took a step back and lifted one of your eyebrows.

“Where is mine?” His eyes darted and he wiped his sweaty hands on his trousers before answering you.

“I have it, I promise. But can I please have mine first?” He asked with puppy eyes and a pout on his lips. He tried to speak calmly but you could sense the nervousness in his voice. So, you gave in and passed the box to him. He took the box, put it on the bed and embraced you lovingly. His one hand was on your back and the other one was stroking your hair. At that moment, all you could hear was your calm breaths and your hearts beating harmoniously. You kissed his cheek before you pulled away and wished him a merry Christmas.

You held your breath as he opened the box. He said nothing at first, but you could neither say anything nor move because of how nervous you were. So, you waited for him to say anything. The box was full of your pictures together, pictures you had taken as friends, as lovers, on your first date, on your second, on your twentieth. The photos of you on the first night you had spent together. Pictures of you resting on the porch of the Burrow under the sun, almost dozing off. There were also his pictures playing Quidditch you had taken, and your pictures he had taken without you knowing, while studying or reading. There were notes you had exchanged secretly during class and detention. And there was also a familiar diary at the bottom of the box. He took it in his hands and after a few seconds he lifted his face to look at you. Now you could see his face. His eyes were full of tears that were about to be released. You could finally move again; you sit next to him slowly and quietly and took one of his hands in yours. It was the diary you had kept during your school years, the diary you had written all your feelings for Fred in. He didn’t know it but there were also letters you had written to him as you had waited for him to wake up after that heartrending incident.

He laughed lightly as he remembered that one time, he had tried to grab it from you. You had gotten so angry at him that you hadn’t spoken to him for 3 days. He looked at you like he was asking for permission, and you nodded at him.

As he opened the diary and touched the old pages that began to wither, you started to tear up too. He knew how hard it was for you to gather the courage to go to your home after you had obliviated them prior to the war. You knew it was a low chance that they had still been there, but you had been hopeful anyway. When you saw that they were gone, it wrecked you. The fact that your stuff was the exact way you left them hurt more. It was your existence on the World meant nothing. The tears started to fall as you remembered all those hurtful memories. The possibility of losing both your family and Fred after he got hurt during the war, was agonizing. The situation with your family was irremediable. As for Fred, you were grateful to him, for he had clung to his life.

After the war and Fred’s treatment, you had decided to live in the Muggle World for a while because what you had gone through was too much for both of you. Being away from the Wizarding World had made it a lot easier to heal. After Victoire’s birth, you decided to go back to your actual lives, that you had put on hold for a while, because you had wanted to be with your loved ones and feel like you belong in that world again. The birth of Victoire represented the start of a new era for you and you loved the baby dearly.

He closed the diary as soon as he heard your little sobs and take you in his arms. Your sobs got as he rubbed your back. You stayed in that positions for some time. He whispered words of comfort into your ear, but you knew he was crying too.

When you finally started to calm down you pulled away from him and saw his wet face. You both cried after recalling all those memories.

After a few seconds, a smile made its way to your face as Fred rubbed his nose to yours like the way Eskimos kiss. He mirrored the smile and looked into your eyes deeply. You felt like he could read your soul. You would not be surprised if he could. He reached for his pocket and a small, square shaped, navy blue colored, velvet box appeared in his big hands. Your eyes went to the box he held in his hands from his face, and to his face from the small box in his hands. You opened your mouth to speak but words did not come out.

“Marry me.” He said without a without any hesitation in his voice. His eyes were glued to yours as he waited for your answer. You looked at him, your lips parted but not being able to speak.

All you could do was to nod. He closed the gap between the two of you and kissed you passionately. It was more like a fight to decide who was yearning more for the other than kissing. It is not like you had not been intimate with each other before, but something about this was just different. He pulled away from you after planting a loving, lighter kiss on your lips and opened the small box.

“It was my grandmother’s. My grandmother and my grandfather had loved each other dearly and they had lived a very happy life.” He told the story of the modest but mesmerizing ring as he put it on your ring.

“It’s beautiful.” You said, tears coming back. You placed a small kiss on his lips before hugging him so tightly that after a few minutes he asked you to let him go because he couldn’t breathe.

-

Someone knocked on the door as you were putting all the photos into the box and you were surprised that it was George. It was probably the first time you witnessed him knocking on a door. He had a knowing expression and a smirk on his face, so you just extended your hand for him to see the ring. The first words he said after seeing the ring made both Fred and you laugh.

“MUM! MUM!!! MUM!!!!!!!!”

He left the room in a hurry and went downstairs running. Fred got up and looked at you before pointing out the door with his head, smiling softly. He extended his hand for you to hold before leading you downstairs to give the big news to everyone, if your brother-in-law to be hadn’t told everyone yet, of course.

[shishquahcustardtree]

Chapter 3 of ‘Hold On, Hold On To My Heart’ is now up on AO3!

I’ve also made a Spotify playlist for this fic too! I won’t spoil the songs for the upcoming chapters so I will update the playlist every week 😁 (please let me know if the playlist doesn’t work or has a problem with it, first time I’ve used Spotify)

Summary: Dean Winchester is now living alone for the first time in his life and with no Sam, it feels like he is all alone with nothing to live for. Picking up his long forgotten guitar one day, Dean plays. Little does he know, his new neighbour is listening in through their very thin, shared apartment wall.

Tags and Ratings: Teen and up, depressed Dean, eventual fluff, happy ending, musician Dean and Castiel, guitarist Dean, pianist Cas, mechanic Dean, music, drinking

Chapter 1    Chapter 2

Chapters will be updated every Tuesday/Wednesday!

Chapter 3 under the cut!

CHAPTER 3,

TILL IT SHINES (BOB SEGER) & THE NEEDLE AND THE DAMAGE DONE (NEIL YOUNG)

In the days after he caught his new neighbour listening in on him playing, Dean had kept extra quiet in his own apartment, trying to hear what was going on next door. He still hadn’t met them. Never even seen his new neighbour.

Every time Dean left his apartment, went into work, did his grocery shopping or went to his local bar, Dean looked for his new neighbour’s face. Granted, Dean didn’t actually know what they looked like, but he was still looking. It was the unknown that was getting to him. Some stranger that was listening in on him playing and living just beyond a thin wall. Just out of sight.

His guitars still sat untouched under the window by the time Dean made it home at the end of his working week. The afternoon sunshine just missing them. And they still sat there, taunting him, as Dean tidied up his space, as he did a load of washing, as he showered, and as he made dinner. They sat in the corner, just in sight but taking up his thoughts.

If I played another song, would they listen in?

Were they even home?

Dropping his plate into the sink and washing his hands, Dean strode over to his leather couch, and his guitars. The last rays of the afternoon sun were resting on his couch, making its leather warm and golden. The acoustic guitar felt good in his hands after having that first taste of it again last week. Its neck fitting perfectly within his palm and its body resting comfortably over his lap.

The first chords of Bob Seger’s Till It Shines came easily. It was one of the songs that Dean had first learnt to play. He kept it quiet however, just loud enough to be heard, but not loud enough that he couldn’t hear what was happening beyond his side of the wall.

He could hear someone walking closer, the footfall of their shoes on the floors audible through the wall for a moment before stopping altogether. It was quiet for the entirety of Deans playing, the only sound was the notes that filled the space and Deans own breathing that filled his ears. And as the last notes were played, Dean didn’t know if he wanted something to happen or not. Didn’t know if he wanted his new neighbour to acknowledge his playing or not.

But when he was done, the only sound for the longest moment was the empty silence that was left behind in the absence of the sound that was previously there. A static that bounced between Deans ears and kept in pace with his heart.

It was the sound of his neighbours’ footsteps leading away from the wall that made Deans heart sink. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but this feeling wasn’t it.

Dean stopped holding onto his guitar so tightly, its neck suddenly feeling heavy in his grasp.

It took Dean a moment to recognise the gentle music playing from the other side of the wall. The simple press of a piano’s keys, playing in a slow tune and carrying across the space.

Dean knew that it wasn’t a pre-recorded track, the way that some of the keys were rushed over and some others re-played, as if the player was unsure of the notes. And just like he himself had played, Deans new neighbour played their piano’s keys quietly, as if scared to disturb the quiet.

Dean felt as if he had held his breath for the entirety of his neighbour’s song and found himself standing right against the wall that separates them. One hand pressed against it and the other still clutching onto his guitar.

The silence came back when they were finished.

Giving himself more space and stepping away from the wall, Dean adjusted his guitar and held it more firmly against himself.

Dean took a moment to think of his next song to play. The silence on his side and on the other side of the wall all the encouragement he needed. Dean played The Needle and The Damage Done by Neil Young, a song that he had only recently come to like, but one that he had learnt to play years ago.

And when he was done, Dean waited quietly, his breath heavy and his heart racing. And when his neighbour began to play again, their fingers soft and swift on the keys, it filled the space and chased away the quiet, washing over Dean.

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[koolkat9]

7, 10, 14, if thats okay :0 !! bgf dhsgkn

7. Which part of writing do you struggle with most?

Sometimes the plot, but almost always the first sentence. I’ll have the plot all planned out and then I’ll stare at my screen and I’m like “What is writing?” Like I know what needs to happen, but the starting sentence is often hard for me to come up with. 

10. Do you enjoy writing dialogue, exposition, or plot the most?

Depends who/what I’m writing for. FrUk fics, I love writing their dialogue so much because I love their back and forth. Most of the time though I really like writing the plot because as long as I have an idea, it's often easy and if I’m only doing an outline, it's quick too.

I don’t know where this would fall into, but I love writing physical affection so much. Kisses, embraces, hand holding, cuddling, etc. I love it all. 

14. If you were stuck on a desert island with only two characters, which would you pick?

Obviously Arthur is my number one choice as my favorite character like ever. And maybe Ludwig because I love GerEng so much.

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[itssolonelyhere]

Merry Christmas 🎄🎁🎇!!!

I just wanted to say Merry Christmas to everyone! Kyo has been obsessed with our tree after my fiancé brought it home and we decorated it for my birthday (the 8th~can’t believe I’m 28 already...). Our other kitty, Buddy, only tries to go after the ornaments 😅. Thankfully, the tree has withstood the attacks so far and is still in one piece with nothing broken. I’m sorry I’ve been gone for a while now... 2020 has been a hard year for every person in so many different ways, but hopefully 2021 will be better. I’ve had to change jobs due to the pandemic but found something last month that’s stable and doesn’t involve working with customers (especially the occasional angry anti-masker 😬), which I’m so grateful for. A long-time family friend passed away a few weeks ago and it’s been really difficult to deal with. 

Anyway, things are looking up! I’m on a normal sleeping schedule (finally), my mental health is doing better, and I recently dyed my hair pink to brighten up my mood 🤭. I’m working on a little Christmas JokeSaku one-shot to have out later today and will start answering all the asks that’ve been sitting in my box for a while now (gomen!). I hope everyone is having a wonderful Christmas!!! It’s my favorite time of year 💖.  🌸🤡🔪🔥 I’ll have JokeSaku/JackSaku content coming very soon.

[lilpunkrock]

Hey, all! With only four parts left of “where you go (i will go)” (can you believe it?!), I wanted to let you all know that my asks are open for any questions about the series that you may have! Also, if anyone has any one-shot requests for Dream and Love/Reader, please do send them in! 🤍 I have a feeling I won’t be ready to leave these two when the series is done, so whether it’s something the series didn’t show, or you wondering how a scene might have turned out if it’d gone a little differently, feel free to send any requests in!

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[this-is-krikkit]

part 2 (not related to part 1)

more angst... some comfort tho!! i'm not a total monster

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Levi Ackerman/Hange Zoë

Characters: Levi Ackerman, Hange Zoë

Additional Tags: Past Rape/Non-con, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Developing Relationship, Levi Ackerman Needs a Hug, Victim Blaming, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Intimacy, idk how to tag this, They/Them Pronouns for Hange Zoë

Series: Part 2 of love is not a victory march

Summary: "Does that feel good? You wanted this, didn't you? It never does, and he never did. But Levi quickly learns the people who ask him that don't actually care about his answers anyway, so he doesn't bother replying."

[bugabash]

Cursed past

When the past is changed the only people who can help Adrien and Marinette defeat the new villain are themselves, just not from their time. The seasoned superheroes will need to teach their younger selves everything they know before the time runs out or else life as they know it will cease to exist. Love is blossoming, trust is strengthened, and the true power of their miraculouses will be revealed. 

Ao3

Chapter 1: The beginning of Change 

“Bunnix,” Master Fu stood there in shock, looking at the older miraculous holder, a sinking feeling cooling his blood, “why are you here?”

“Master Fu, something is going to happen.” Bunnix stated seriously, with a hint of fear, “where are Minibug and kitty noir?”

oOo

Marinette stepped into the shower, feeling the warmth travel down her body, sighing in relief, the warmth soothing the old aches and pains she had gained after 12 years of being ladybug. She started washing her hair and was rinsing when she heard the front door open downstairs, smiling to herself she waited for her husband’s voice.

“GOOOOD EVENING BUGABOO!” Adrien called from downstairs cheerfully, causing Marinette to giggle and her butterflies were set off. Four years of marriage and he greeted her the same each night when he finally got home from the office. She heard him bounding up the stairs like an eager kitten as she turned off the water. Stepping out she was immediately wrapped up in a warm towel from behind, a 6”3 Adrien nuzzling her neck and purring softly. “How is my lady this evening?”

“Pretty good, how is my kitty?” She asked, turning in his arms and looking up at him, smiling lovingly.

“I’m purrfect now that I’m home and I can see your adorable smile.” He smirked, looking down into her sapphire blue eyes. “I’m gonna hop in the shower and then I will meet you in bed. Sorry again about the late night, but I am ready for cuddles in bed and a movie marathon.” He said, a mischievous grin over taking his face and he wriggled his eyebrows at her, causing her to roll her eyes and chuckle.

“Easy there kitty,” Marinette winked, standing on her tip toes and kissing his slightly stubbly, chiselled chin. “I will see you in bed.” She giggled, dodging another hug and padded into their room.

She smiled as she started putting on her creams, god she loved him, she counted her lucky blessings every day for him, he was her backbone after the battle, nursed her back to health and even when he was suffering he was there holding her up. She sighed and finished drying off, musing her short hair in the mirror, the ends already drying. She pulled on one of Adrien’s shirts, it hung to her midthighs, baggy on her, his smell enveloping her in a safety net.

Tikki and Plagg were fast asleep on their little nests of blankets Marinette had made for them, Plagg’s leg twitching as he snored. Marinette smiled and stroked Tikki’s head gently, thanking her with a stroke like she did every night. Without her, Marinette wouldn’t be here, well if she was going to talk like that she wouldn’t be here without Adrien and Plagg either. She looked at the kwamis one more time before she went downstairs to lock all the doors and turn off all the lights. She bolted the front door and peaked out the window, a feeling of uneasiness coming over her suddenly.

No one was out there. She knew it, but she couldn’t help the feeling causing her blood to run cold. As if he could sense her uneasiness Adrien headed down the stairs two as a time, coming to her side and his presence like a warm blanket over her shoulders. His brows furrowed, wet blonde hair dripping water onto his bare shoulders, and his mouth screwed into a slight scowl as he looked out the window. God he was gorgeous, blushing slightly she straightened up, focus Marinette!

“Are you ok?” He asked softly, turning his attention back to her, stroking her cheek gently. “She isn’t out there, you know that. And neither is he. They’re gone, they are powerless, and they won’t hurt us ever again, especially you.” He reassured her, bending down slightly as he looked into her eyes, his emeralds full of love and worry. Marinette looked away guiltily, she knew he was right, but it was something else.

She looked out the window again, she blinked when she thought she saw someone looking back from the bushes across the road at her, but she shook it off, doubting her instincts again. “I thought I… Never mind. You’re right, let’s go to bed.” She shrugged the feeling off, closing the curtain and heading up, Adrien turning off the lights and looked out the window again, his eyes searching to reassure himself if anything then following close on her tail.

She couldn’t help but wonder if there was going to be an akuma attack, there hadn’t been one in almost 3 years, she wasn’t sure how it would go if there was one. They were always prepared, training constantly and patrolling every weekend, practising as they unlocked more of their abilities. But they hadn’t fought an akuma in almost 3 years or so now. If she were being honest with herself, Marinette was terrified to fight another akuma, merely for fact that it would mean that another Hawkmoth or Painted Mistress. 

After their last fight with an evil miraculous holder almost killed them she hasn’t been able to even imagine fighting like that again. Coming out of her daydream and her thoughts she noticed Adrien was already in bed, watching her with concerned eyes. She smiled at him, seeing him there, shirtless, baring his scars that always made her wince internally with guilt. It was her fault he had them in the first place. She shook off the feelings quickly, taking a deep breath and felt Adrien’s love replace all the bad feelings.

She finally padded her way to the bed, slipping under the thick covers and into Adrien’s waiting arms. He bundled her up in his strong arms, kissing the top of her head lovingly, sending goose bumps over her skin. She giggled softly as he started kissing her all over her face, deciding to take control and captured his lips, feeling that smirk on his face. “Well hello there, Mrs Agreste, feeling safer in my big, strong, muscular arms?” He growled teasingly, flexing his bicep as she laughed before silencing her giggles with his hungry kisses, pulling her closer and pushing the baggy shirt up her soft body with a smirk.

oOo

It was around 3am, the house was dark and silent, the clock ticking quietly on the kitchen wall. Marinette and Adrien were sound asleep, his wife draped over Adrien’s bare chest, snoring softly, mouth agape. Adrien slept soundly, one arm around Marinette’s bare back and the other draped over his forehead. It was a normal night, nothing exciting had happened like things used to when there were akumas about, but they still had their instincts and they were ready for anything. Adrien felt the rush go down his spine, his eyes flying open just before the bright light appeared. Marinette gasped as she woke up, Adrien grabbing the blankets and pushing her off him and hid her behind his back in one swift movement of his strong arm, covering them both with the blanket. The giant, round, white light looked familiar, but he couldn’t quite remember. The feeling he had earlier coming back in full force. Fuck, he needs to trust his instincts more, especially when Mari had it too!

“Adrien! What’s going on!?” Marinette cried from behind him, clinging to his shoulder, pressing against him as much as possible. He glanced back at her, making sure she was covered, his own posture on the defence, ready to protect his wife no matter the cost. His head snapped back to the bright light in front of them, growling low in his chest, grinding his teeth together and narrowing his eyes. Their kwamis woke with a start and flew over to them, hiding behind Adrien’s broad back as well, waiting to see if they need to transform or not.

“Calm down, Kitty, no one is going to hurt your bug.” A familiar voice said, making Adrien blink and grip the blankets tighter. A figure stepped through, Adrien’s eyes widened, and he felt a lump gather in his chest. Marinette gasped and dug her nails into his skin, causing him to wince.

“B-Bunnix??” She cried out, covering her eyes from the blinding light.

  “You two may want to cover up, I’m not alone.” She stated simply, looking them up and down with a raised brow.

Adrien just stared at her, mouth agape, his eyes wide and his brows raised. He suddenly felt a bit self-conscious; they were both naked and Marinette was completely covered but his bare chest was in full view. He was about to pull the blankets up more when two figures stumbled in, and like that the white light disappeared, both figures panting, the taller figure holding up the smaller figure. They stumbled to the wall and Adrien blinked at the new darkness, narrowing his eyes to make out something, and that’s when he saw it. The ears. His eyes widened and he quickly reached over and turned on his lamp, returning to his position and hiding Marinette behind him even more.

They both gasped, their hearts stopping, their blood running cold, and dread filled them both. Tikki and Plagg zoomed up, their own eyes wide as they stared at the two injured teenagers before them.

Standing in front of them, panting and clinging to each other were Ladybug and Chat noir, bloody and bruised, soot covering their body and faces. They looked young, maybe them at 18 years old, and when the two younger versions of themselves looked up at them both their eyes widened, gasping at the same time and freezing. Then Adrien covered up quicker than he ever had, making sure Marinette was extra covered as she hid her face in his back.

“Chat Noir? Ladybug?” Marinette asked, lifting her face from Adrien’s back peaking over his shoulder, “Bunnix… What’s going on? Why are they here? And when are they from?” She almost screeched, “What the fuck!”

“We need your help,” Bunnix finally said, looking back and forth between the younger and older versions. “Something has changed in our past, someone we defeated has come back but they have gone to the past. They,” referring to the injured heroes, “aren’t going to be able to stop them, not alone.” Marinette and Adrien glanced at each other in shock, then back at Bunnix, actively ignoring the heroes. “If you don’t help us, nothing will be the same ever again.” With that Marinette sighed and dropped her head against Adrien’s back, groaning against his skin while Adrien carried on looking dumbfoundedly at the scene in front of him. He took in a deep breath, his brain trying to keep up with all this information at once.

“Fuck.”

oOo

8 years ago

They were both coughing, the taste of soot coating their tongues which made them cough more. Ladybug was injured, badly enough that she was fully relying on Chat Noir to support her and to help her walk. He looked down at her, an ugly gash stood out on her cheek, blood mixed with soot covered the side of her jaw and down her neck to her suit. Her brows were furrowed in pain and she clung to Chat Noir in their hiding place.

“M’lady, you need to let me look at your wound. You’re bleeding pretty badly, and not just from your cheek.” He said gently, cupping her injured cheek slightly, his heart stopping briefly as she winced in pain. He couldn’t see her like this, he never wanted to see her like this. HE has to protect her, he can’t let anything happen to her. His anger grew even more as she just shook her head, curling her arm around her injured stomach even more.

How did everything go so wrong, how did all this chaos happen so suddenly? How did they fuck up so bad? And who the fuck was the new villain who just showed up!? He groaned and leant back against the wall, pulling Ladybug closer into his chest.

“It’ll be okay, Kitty. We always make it out of these situations.” Ladybug whispered, resting her head on his chest and closing her eyes, starting to shiver as her energy from the suit was fading more and more, which meant more and more pain was trickling in. He had to get her somewhere safe, she needed to detransform so he could look at her wounds but he knew she wouldn’t do that, and he knew once all the power from her suit was gone she would be in excruciating pain. He looked back down at her, frowning at how she gripped him tighter. He then also looked down at himself, his forearm was exposed and covered in burns, it stung slightly but his suit was a lot better at absorbing the pain, destruction was his speciality, and he was used to taking the majority of the hits. But he had let down his lady, he wasn’t able to get in front of her in time, and now look at her. He knew there were other injuries, but he couldn’t think about that now, he needed to stay in charge for his Lady. He needed to keep her safe, even if he died doing it.

That was when the light appeared, he winced and covered his eyes before blinking up at the woman before him, recognizing her immediately. “Bunnix! What are you doing here? Ladybug needs help!” Chat Noir exclaimed, shaking Ladybug who looked up with wide eyes.

“Calm down kitten, I’m here to take you to safety. There has been a problem, this isn’t meant to be happening.” She said, bending down and looking worriedly at Ladybug who was even more pale now. “Whoever is here isn’t from your time, and he has altered this reality, it hasn’t affected the future, well hasn’t yet anyway.” She shrugged nervously, “I know what we need to do.” She explained, looking at Ladybug’s wound on her cheek, worry all over her face. “Can you walk?” She asked softly, Ladybug nodded, with Chat’s help they were both on their feet again. “Stay together, mini bug you stay awake, no passing out on my watch.” She said before the white light appeared again.

Chat looked at the light, feeling very confused, but he didn’t have much time to feel anything else when a crash happened behind them. He jumped and swung his head around seeing flames in the distance from an explosion, guilt filling him, holding Ladybug closer, hearing her gasp and whimper made him snap out of it and look back down at her. She needs help. Now! “Whatever we are doing we need to do it fast! Before that asshole finds us and turns us into a barbeque appetiser!” Chat shouted, the small bridge above them rattling from the explosion, dust falling around them.

Bunnix nodded and stepped through, Ladybug looked up at Chat with raised brows. They heard Bunnix talking softly but couldn’t make out the words. “Come on.” He whispered, and stepped forward, but as he did, he felt a new pain shoot up his leg, causing him to trip towards the light.

He needed to think fast, arms going around his lady and he aimed to land on his feet once he was through the light. They stumbled through into darkness, hitting the wall with a grunt, panting heavily as Ladybug clung to him. He looked around, noticing the quietness, no more sounds of screaming, of raging fires and of destruction. All he heard was a clock in the distance, and he could hear breathing in front of him. He blinked away the blurriness of his vision, thankful for his night vision.

They were in a large bedroom which was decorated nicely, a half made violet dress in the corner on a mannequin, a large flat screen T.V. on the wall which was framed by photos around the wall of the tv, smiling faces of friends together who looked like older versions of his friends. Weird. One picture caught his eye, but he couldn’t make it out fully, a blonde women was standing with a blonde man in a tux, but before he could look at their faces he felt Ladybug wince, making him snap his head down to look at her. His eyes turned to the bed in front of them, his eyes landing on whoever owned this bedroom. Once his eyes met the green eyes he froze, his heart stopping at who was there.

Broad, defined shoulders, bare chest littered with scars, the main one was a thick gash over his heart where a tattoo lay under it, disfigured but he could make it out. A black cat, green eyes blazing, the effects like watercolour but with black coming from the sides. It looked like his cataclysm. His muscular arm was outstretched keeping the woman hidden behind him, noticing he had another thick scar on his left forearm. His eyes full of confusion, and a glaze of protectiveness was the most prominent feature, eyes searching the dark, his posture also showing he was ready to attack to protect this woman. His eyes searched his face, jaw defined more than it was now for himself, all baby weight he had in his face when he was younger was gone. He looked like he was in his late 20’s, built ready for a fight, Chat guessed he was still fighting crime so he would need to have those muscles.

Chat felt his heart pounding, knowing Ladybug would feel it, she raised her head, looking over at the bed as well. Adrien suddenly moved, quick as a cat the light was turned on and he was back to covering the woman even more. Chat blinked as he adjusted, eyes finally landing on the blue hair poking from behind Adrien’s back. Who was that? Was that Ladybug? Wait, was he in bed naked with LADYBUG? He blinked and looked down at ladybug, blushing furiously. But when he saw her face he froze, following her gaze. Her eyes were wide, mouth agape, cheeks furiously red under the blood and soot. Looking back at the couple, Chat noir felt his heart leap into his throat.

MARINETTE??

“Chat noir? Ladybug?” Marinette asked silently, “Bunnix… What’s going on? Why are they here? And when are they from?” She was almost screeching now, “What the fuck!”

Bunnix started speaking but Chat had gone deaf, staring at Marinette as she peaked her head up, her blue eyes so familiar, her freckles on her pale skin the exact same. Oh god! She’s naked! He screamed internally, seeing his naked, albeit covered up, friend pressed against his older self’s back was something he wasn’t expecting, not at fucking all. What the actual fuck!? Marinette looked older too, but her face still looked so youthful, no lines anywhere, her soft hair was messy and it was short, the length just past her ears in a layered bob, her fringe still the same, he could only see her head and a bit of her neck as she hid, she looked tiny compared to his older self, she looked the same size as Marinette did back home. She was only 5”6, he felt like a giant next to her, just like he did with ladybug to be truthful. And that’s when he noticed the ring on Adrien’s ring finger. Married?? What was going on here? He was married to Marinette? What about Ladybug?

Chat Noir shifted and held Ladybug a little firmer, she was still staring, ignoring everything going on, blood dripping onto the hard wood floor, causing him to gasp and snap his head back to the grownups.

“Ladybug is hurt, can you help her!?” Chat asked desperately after he heard Adrien swear and drop his head into a hand. Adrien’s head shot up and eyes went to Ladybug with the same look chat noir always had when ladybug was injured, Chat noticing him grip onto the blankets tighter. Was he still like that with Ladybug? Even though he was with Marinette? There were too many questions going on in his head, he needed to focus!

“Yes, take her through to the lounge downstairs and put her on the couch, I will be right out.” Marinette said sternly, Chat nodded and lifted Ladybug bridal style, hurrying to the other room, placing her down. His head was spinning as he sat next to her and looked down at her as she starred up at the roof.

“What the fuck is going on?” Chat whispered to her, rubbing his eyes with his palms, his dirty blonde hair falling over his forehead and eyes.

Ladybug was silent for a while before she finally spoke, “I don’t know why we are getting help for them, Bunnix said only they could help… I just… I just don’t understand…” Chat looked at her, worried. “And they’re… It’s… Adrien…” She whispered, squeaking his name, making chat blink and raise his brows, dropping his hand from his forehead and looking at her in shock.

“W-what do you mean by that? M-Marinette was there too, not just Adrien. And, uh, she was…” He choked on the word naked, “bare… too.” He said rubbing the back of his neck blushing brightly, glancing at her and then the stairs, hearing hushed talking from the other room, someone sounded angry, he guessed it was his older self. He would be too if someone walked in on him while he was naked with his wife, even if his wife was his friend… Marinette. She was such a good friend, how did this happen?

“Yeah, but… that’s Adrien!” She exclaimed, “…With Marinette…” Chat raised an eyebrow and looked down at her again, seeing her expression reminded him suddenly of how Marinette looked like when she had finally lifted her head. No, that is just a coincidence… There is no way… Is ladybug…?

He couldn’t finish that thought as he was pulled away from ladybug by strong hands, he squeaked, and looked at his older self. He was dressed in a baggy white shirt and red pyjama bottoms. And he looked pissed. “Come on. I’m cleaning you up.” Chat gulped at his tone, looking back at Ladybug he saw Marinette bent over her, she was in a strappy pink top and shorts. It was only a glance, but Chat could see the large scar down her spine, thick and jiggered, but what really caught his eye was the tattoo she had at the base of her spine. A small red ladybug. No... It couldn’t be… Before he could finish the thought again, he was tugged out of the room and away from his lady.

As he was dragged away his breath quickened, he was starting to panic. Why? What is going the fuck on?

“Calm down!” Adrien hissed in a hushed voice as he noticed Chat was starting to panic, taking Chats shoulders in his hands and stopped him, chat looked up at him, Adrien was only a few inches taller than Chat but he felt like a kid looking at his adult self. He then realised he needed his older self now, just like he would need an older brother. “Just breathe, and detransform, it’s going to be ok, alright kid?” He said plainly, motioning to the seat at the kitchen island. Adrien wandered off further into the kitchen, leaving Chat alone. He took a deep breath and released his transformation, the pain and exhaustion hitting him like a bus. The next thing he remembered was waking up to a scream that turned his blood to ice and his own older face looking down at him with concern, eyes wide, saying his name and looking him over. Ladybug!

oOo

After the kids had left the room, Bunnix smiled sheepishly at the married couple in their bed, ignoring Adrien’s daggers piercing her with his eyes.

“So, uh, I’m gonna turn around while you two love birds put on some pants,” Bunnix chuckled, turning around. Adrien carried on glaring at her but hopped out of bed and pulled on his red pj trousers and the shirt Marinette was wearing earlier in lightning speed. Marinette got into her normal pjs as well, his eyes never left Bunnix’s back, his mind racing. His mind really just going around the fact that there were two injured teenagers almost on deaths door bleeding out on their couches downstairs, and the fact they would find out each other’s identities now, this was not an ideal situation at all. He couldn’t calm his mind. And he was angry.

“What,” he breathed, Bunnix turning around nervously, “the FUCK!” He yelled angrily, their kwamis hiding behind Marinette. “Why the fuck are they here? It’s 3 in the morning, and what the hell happened to them? You were supposed to keep an eye on the past for anything different! Explain! Now!”

Bunnix stuttered at first, but found her words, rubbing her hands nervously together, “look, I know it’s a really shit situation, but you don’t understand, something big has happened.” She explained, Marinette walked over to the seething Adrien, placing a calming hand on his arm, looking up at him. “He’s back.” Bunnix stated simply. A statement that made both Adrien and Marinette freeze and look at Bunnix in a mixture of shock and pure terror.

“No… He can’t be back, he’s in prison! I took his miraculous!” Marinette exclaimed, running over to the ottoman and pulling it open, the miraculous box revealing itself to her, she took it out and opened it, her blood running cold as she saw 3 miraculous jewels were gone. “What… how…”

Adrien walked over and stared at the box with wide eyes, how could three be missing? He knew exactly which ones too, the butterfly miraculous standing out the most, his blood freezing. The fox miraculous was gone and so was the peacock miraculous. Adrien knew how bad this was. “I need to make a call.” He said before turning and grabbing his phone, getting the contact up and ringing them, walking away from the girls.

“Alix, how bad is this?” Marinette asked softly, looking over at her old friend, her face paled in comparison to normal.

“I’m not gonna lie Nettie, its worse than I could have ever imagined.” Alix stated, not even looking at Marinette. “The city was on fire… people were dead, Marinette, I saw… He is older, he is more powerful, and he has fully unlocked all the powers of the miraculouses he has.” She shook her head, “I didn’t know what to do…”

“How? We haven’t even fully unlocked ours!” Marinette exclaimed as she started to pace, “Are you sure it is even him? Did you see him?”

“No, but who else would do that?” Alix replied, shaking her head, “It was his trademark destruction, but whoever it is, whether it is him or not, we need you! The kids can’t fight this!”

Marinette rubbed her face vigorously, “I thought we couldn’t go back? I thought they couldn’t come here! What the fuck!”

“By him going back he has created a different past!” Alix explained, walking over to Marinette, glancing nervously at Adrien who was glaring at her again on the phone. “But it caused a ripple, their past and our present are starting to fuse, which means eventually their past will become ours, and half of Paris is dead in their past!”

“So, if they are dead what can we do?” Adrien stated, walking back over and throwing his phone onto the bed, Plagg settling on his shoulder. “Why bring them to us on their fucking death beds?”  

“Because we need them to know what’s happened to understand how to stop it all! This is going to get complicated, so let me worry about time and you just focus on the kitten and mini bug.” Alix replied sternly, opening her stopwatch briefly, and snapping it shut again.

Adrien sighed, his face stone, “we need to go deal with the children bleeding out on my mother’s couch.” He said plainly, storming downstairs to see his younger self talking to a very shocked Ladybug. He grabbed his younger self by the shoulders and easily picked him up to standing, leading him into the kitchen. “Come on. I’m cleaning you up.” Right now, he needed to fix him up and then get them resting.

God why was this happening. He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts he only just noticed the hyperventilating 19 year old injured chat noir breaking down, fuck, he needs to help him. He grunted and rolled his eyes at himself, walking over and holding his shoulder.

“Calm down.” He stated clearly, looking into the scared boy’s eyes. “Just breathe, and detransform, it’s going to be ok, alright kid?” He motioned to the chairs at the kitchen island, turning to grab one of the many extensive first aid kits that Marinette stored around the house. He saw the green flash and then a few seconds later he heard a hard thump.

He sighed, looked up at the roof and cursed God out again before running over to his younger self. The boy was out cold on his side, Adrien sighed and lay him on his back, “Adrien, wake up! Adrien!” He repeated and examined the boy with pure worry and concern all over his face. He was badly banged up, burns all over his body and cuts that were filthy, he looked like he had been strangled too, angry purple bruises showing up on his neck and collar bone.

The young lad was dressed in a grey t-shirt and plaid green and black pj trousers, that were ripped. He must have transformed while fighting to let Plagg rest and got into a scuffle. His right eye was swollen and bruised black, that must have happened when he was in his civilian form too. God, what happened to these kids? It reminded him so much of his and Marinette’s battle 3 years ago. And that took months to recover from, not just physically, but mentally too. Even now he saw the fear and the pain in Marinette’s eyes.

That was when the scream caused both Adrien’s to jump, the kid’s eyes flying open, Adrien looked at him in worry and before he could say anything he was pushed off and into of the chairs, falling onto his back. He blinked and watched as his younger self jumped to his feet in lightning speed, running to where the screaming was from.

“Oh, for fuck sake!” Adrien cursed before jumping up and following suit, he ran in to see a Marinette he hadn’t seen in almost 8 years now, screaming in pain, blood everywhere. His stomach dropped, but seeing his younger self run to his lady’s side made him look over at his wife who looked terrified.

She needed him.

He walked over and wrapped an arm around her. She immediately curled into his chest, she was shaking softly, he knew what was going on in her head, and he felt powerless. What were they going to do?

oOo

Adrien… it was naked Adrien. Adult, married, scarred Adrien hiding older her behind him. What… She needed to talk to Tikki. And holy hell was he... sexy! No, you can’t think like that!

Chat was suddenly gone, and she had never felt more alone, panic building inside her. The black figure was replaced by her older self and Bunnix. Her older self had short layered hair, slightly longer on one side, she was wearing a strappy pink top and a pair of pink shorts. She guessed that even in her 20s she still liked pink, she thought with a chuckle.

“Marinette, sweetie, detransform, the boys are gone.” Marinette whispered gently, stroking her face softly, her brows screwed together in concern. Ladybug nodded and let her transformation release, another Tikki flying in and catching her Tikki and carrying her off somewhere. The pain was excruciating, it hit her like a bus, and she let out a blood curdling scream. She was in her pjs as well, but they were slowly soaking in blood, torn and slightly burnt from when she needed to recharge and was attacked. She had a gash on her stomach from being hit with the villain’s sword, she had a burn on her shoulder and her gash on her face was bleeding and needed a deep clean.

As she was screaming because oh God the pain! Older Marinette and Bunnix were holding her arms down, them telling her to calm down and to stop moving reaching deaf ears. She was in so much pain and in so much shock she didn’t see the 19 year old Adrien covered in soot and blood run in and push them out of the way, dropping to his knees and cupping Marinette’s face, yelling for her to look at him and to calm down. She finally saw him and grabbed onto his arms, her screams turning into sobs as she finally heard his words. 

Adrien!?

“Marinette! Calm down! I’m here! I’m here! It’s ok! It’s ok! I’m here! I’m not going anywhere I promise!” He told her, his eyes wide and his eyebrows screwed up in pure fear and concern. His eye was bruised and swollen, his lip badly cut, and his neck had a bruise from where he was strangled briefly. “Its ok! It ok, m’lady!” He whispered gently, stroking her tears away and smiling small. That’s when it hit her, he was her kitty, and only he could calm her down. She grabbed his arms tighter and pulled him closer, clinging to him and burying her head in his neck, sobbing and crying out in pain. He held her tight, stroking her hair and whispering sweet nothings to her, telling her it was going to be ok, making small jokes and comments to make her smile, until she went limp in his arms, the adults moving quick as soon as she did, pulling her from his arms as he looked on in shock.

oOo

“Marinette…” Adrien whispered softly, he was sitting their in his underwear on a chair in the kitchen. His older self was currently treating his burns and other wounds. He was silent while doing it, glancing up at Adrien when he spoke.

“Yup.” He replied, “it was a shock for me too when I found out, but after a few minutes it made a lot of sense. Doesn’t it?” He stated with a shrug, picking debris from the burn. “Who out of all our friends, hell out of anyone we know, who cares more about others than her? Who always disappeared during an attack? Who hasn’t been akumatised once?” Hearing those words made everything click into place, he was right, it was always Marinette. He loved Ladybug for years, even when he was with Kagami, and he was desperate to figure out who the love of his life was, and it was someone he saw as just a friend. But in that moment, he saw her for everything she was, it was like a light was turned on.

“Easy there tiger, just because you two know each other’s identities now doesn’t mean you will end up together.” His older self stated with a raised brow.

“How come?” Adrien asked, wincing as a piece of glass was pulled from his skin, “you’re married to her! And you’re me, so technically we end up together.” He smirked, knowing he was right.

“Wrong.” Older Adrien replied with a laugh, “does this look like something we have experienced before?” He asked gesturing to everything around him and to his younger self, “because I have never seen my older self, and I don’t have any burns.” He stated simply. “I may be older you, but your future isn’t mine. Your future has changed, catnip.”

Adrien thought it over before lifting his head when he was told to, wincing as alcohol was rubbed on his bruised neck. “How did you find out? You know, about her identity.”

This made Adrien look harder at what he was doing, glancing briefly up at his younger self.

“It’s not a very… happy story.” He stated, “it was completely by accident, and if I’m honest, it almost broke our partnership up.” This made Adrien raise his brows and widen his eyes, how? How could knowing that almost destroy them? “You see, I was seeing someone, and so was she briefly, I never saw her that way but for some reason I was… jealous of Luka and her, they were so happy, such a perfect fit, but…” He sighed, “I didn’t like them together. I thought I was doing the right thing as a friend but now I know I was just being selfish and a bad friend.”

Adrien was confused, their pasts really were different, he only briefly dated Kagami and Marinette never dated Luka, not that he knew of. “What did you do?”

“I told her straight, I didn’t like her with him and that she could do better. Bearing in mind I was 18, last year of school before we were out in the real world, I think I was just scared of losing her to Luka. She… she didn’t react well, she didn’t show up to school for a week, Alya knocked me on my ass and Kagami was so angry that I had said that, saying I obviously had feelings for Marinette otherwise I wouldn’t have said anything. She broke up with me that day.” Adrien chuckled, shaking his head, his eyes never leaving what he was bandaging. “Little did I know it was the best thing to happen to me. But everyone was angry at me, well everyone but Luka, he was older, he didn’t let much phase him and he just said he wasn’t surprised I said it, because he knew before I did.”

“Surely if you just spoke to Marinette, it would be ok?”

“I tried,” he stated with a laugh, “she refused to see me, so I visited her as Chat, like I usually did. And boy, did she have a mouthful for the boy who wronged her and broke her heart.” He pinned the bandage that was around Adrien’s neck, and looked into his eyes, “you know what could hurt a girl more than what I did?” He asked, Adrien shaking his head in a reply, “letting her rant about you to you without her knowing it’s actually you, because when she eventually discovers who you are, it is not pretty. It’s like a violation in trust.” He sighed, a small smile on his face.

“But it was a week later, Marinette had broken up with Luka, she was meant to go travelling with him for a year before she started her internship at my company but decided against it. I never asked the reason because I kind of knew the reason. But we were on patrol when this akuma attacked, it was like no other, it was hours of fighting, we had to detransform 10 times just to get this akuma down, but, once we did we were so exhausted that we could barely walk.”

He leant against the kitchen table, looking off into he distance, crossing his arms over his chest, “the protectiveness I had over that girl, boy it was like lava in my veins, you know? It kept me going. I didn’t know who this girl was behind that mask but,” he paused, “I would die for her.” He looked over at his younger self, seeing the look of understanding. “We got to shelter, her miraculous ladybugs healed most of our wounds but not our fatigue, we ended up on the Eiffel Tower, hiding from everyone, we had collapsed to the floor, both too tired to care. We knew it was going to happen, and we couldn’t do anything about it. But before we could even consider it, we were out cold.” He chuckled as if the memory was a silly dream, walking back over to the young cat and dabbed his eye gently. “We woke up… both in our civilian form.” His eyes darkened, “the hurt I saw in her eyes, she knew I had no clue who she was when I visited, not knowing it was my partner, but she knew that I had hurt her, then used chat noir to go see her and in her eyes get information from her.”

“Ouch,” Winced the younger boy, both at the pain and the thought of being in that situation.

“She lost all trust in me in that moment, what was worse was I saw it in her eyes. It took us almost 2 months to finally talk about it, we lost our partnership, we almost lost everything.” He finished up and was happy with his work it seemed, handing Adrien a shirt and pair of trousers. “But eventually we got it back, and our partnership was stronger than ever, and the miraculous connection was activated, and as they say, the rest was history.” He chuckled, putting away the first aid kit and dumping the bloody rags in the bin.

“Miraculous connection?” The younger boy asked, “what is that?”

His older self looked over at him, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, as if he knew he had said something he shouldn’t have. “You will find out soon enough, I'm sure. Now get changed, that's enough of a history lesson. Take these and meet me back in the lounge.” He stated, placing two pain meds on the counter with some orange juice before walking into the lounge. Leaving his younger self to his thoughts.

Adrien looked at the pills in front of him, his mind racing. He thought over the story he had just heard over and over, would it effect Marinette and him? Would their partnership suffer? He was lucky they had a strong friendship. He took the pills and pulled on the clothes, wincing as he did, looking at himself and sighed. He was messed up badly, but lucky he healed quickly.

He took a deep breath and sighed heavily, he was scared. He was actually terrified, Marinette needed him. Marinette… That felt so weird to say instead of Ladybug, so much had happened today, and he just wanted to sleep. But he needed to make sure Marinette was safe first.

He stood up and walked through to the lounge, not sure what to expect, last he saw when he went in there was Marinette screaming, and his heart dropped at the memory. He remembered walking out, his suspicions of Ladybug being Marinette confirmed. He paled at the memory of her, blood soaking her clothes, her face convulsed in pain and tears. He remembered the fear that caused his blood to turn to ice. He shook his head, getting rid of the memory.

He looked up, Marinette was awake now staring up at the ceiling, she was bandaged up, but he blushed furiously as she was just in a sports bra and her underwear. Bandages covered most of her body. He averted his gaze and looked over at his older self, almost for guidance. He looked back at him and nodded towards the other room.

He headed towards there, being stopped by his older self, “go and sleep, we will bring Marinette in when we are done patching her up.” He stated simply, patting Adrien on the back. Adrien nodded and headed to the room up the stairs, his legs carrying him even though he wasn’t thinking. He climbed into the soft bed and as soon as his head hit the pillow darkness took over, numbing everything and he accepted the darkness like an old friend.