#home love and family i will never be complete until i find you (anastasia au ft ladymalexlent)

[shitouttabuck]

ok stay with me here but: (loose) anastasia (1997) au

evan buckley: the missing, presumed dead, youngest child of the beloved/beloathed buckley family, all of whom were murdered when he was a kid—all except his older sister. except he’s alive, with the unfortunate downside of total amnesia, and nothing to tie him to anyone except a broken something that just reads: buck. so buck grows up alone, and it sucks, especially because it’s not all he’s ever known. he might not have his memories but he knows he's known what love is. home, love, family. there was once a time i must’ve had them too. home, love, family. i will never be complete until i find you.

maddie buckley: only daughter of the buckley family, fell in love with a bad man who tried to kill her whole family to get to her. got away and got safe. doesn’t know if doug’s alive. her brother’s probably dead. surviving’s not the same as living, and she’s been doing it for so long. but… have you heard… there’s a rumour in los angeles. she’s got the best and the brightest protecting her, and all that buckley family money. spreading them both thin could mean doug worming his way out of the woodwork but if there’s even a chance evan’s really out there? she’s already decided.

eddie diaz: conman, but more importantly, dad. there was a war, and then another one, and his wife left, and somewhere in there his parents took his kid from him. he does not have the money to fight them with lawyers, but he’s stubborn and not particularly respectful of the law and he’s heard that maddie buckley’s protective service team has means and money that allow for a) duking it out in court with his parents or b) getting his kid back in ways that are more uh legally grey. and it just so happens the rumours are that maddie buckley will do just about anything and pay just about any sum to find her long-lost brother. blond-haired, blue-eyed, missing at age 10—nearly two decades ago. he could look like anyone, now. sure, there’s the distinctive red birthmark over his eyebrow, but makeup and tattooing go a long way these days. oh, and conveniently, his partner in literal crime, however mild, has an old inside link with someone on maddie buckley’s bodyguard team. chim never shuts up about henrietta wilson—hen, he calls her—particularly when eddie’s fumbling a job and having to improvise and he feels the need to point out just how competent his previous partner steadfastly was.

if eddie and chim are holding illicit auditions for evan buckley lookalikes, and this massive beautiful man stumbles in apparently already having gone to the trouble of dressing for the part? who is eddie to look that gift horse in the mouth? the quicker they see this con through, the quicker he’s together with chris again.

except buck thinks eddie really believes he’s maddie buckley’s missing brother, and buck is warm and ridiculous and so genuinely curious about eddie’s own family, on this journey to find his own, and eddie can’t help but share christopher, and buck listens with bright eyes and holds the photographs so carefully in his big hands.

cons are never victimless, and eddie knows getting chris back takes priority over any moral quandary of identity theft here.

but buck asks about chris’s favourite things and stays up late on their crosscountry train to come up with plans for an accessible skateboard for a kid he’s never met. buck tells eddie he wonders if maddie’ll recognise him, and he hopes she does, because he’s never had anyone see him and know him before. buck asks eddie if he thinks they’ll stay friends, once they’re both reunited with their families. it’ll be nice not to have to miss anyone again, he tells eddie one night, quiet. missing who you don’t remember is one thing. missing who you know?

he trails off and falls asleep not long after, but eddie lies awake in the bunk below him for hours. his moral compass has always swung with whatever cognitive dissonance necessary to justify his actions because the final truth is: heart over mind. and chris has always been his whole heart. so falling in love with your mark has got to be the stupidest, most dangerous thing you can do.

even this is okay; he can handle breaking part of his own heart. but he didn’t realise he was holding so much of buck’s too, and now? he doesn’t know that he can survive breaking any of that.

[kanthonyficrecs]

Collection: Childhood Friends AUs

a la mode by juniper5x5 Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: Anthony makes pies and wakes the dead.vHis life changes when his childhood sweetheart comes back into his life. (a very unserious Pushing Daisies AU)

All the Magic We Made by iwishyouwouldstop Rating: E Status: WIP Summary: Kate and Anthony grow up together, learn to harness their magic together and are certain nothing can tear them apart. Until something does. Now they are strangers who occasionally publicly humiliate each other in between finding means to survive in a world that is increasingly hostile to their kind. Then Anthony commits the ultimate betrayal and Kate’s retribution results in a life-threatening curse that forces them to work together.

dancing bears, painted wings by booksandrings Rating: T Status: WIP Summary: an anastasia inspired kathony au: in which kate has been missing for well over a decade and her family is desperate to have her back.

Hidden by ironsidee Rating: M Status: WIP Summary: Kate’s adept at hiding - in crevices, nooks and crannies, and even within herself. It’s only fitting that Anthony can always find her.

I Know A Place by wrendering Rating: NR Status: Complete Summary: As a young teenager, Kate Sharma meets Anthony Bridgerton. He is everything that is delightful to her: high-spirited, witty, genuinely kind despite his tendencies to tease. They form a lighthearted, easygoing friendship. But life goes on, and events draw them apart - until the 1814 season, where everything has changed, where they have important choices to make, ones that are impossible to hide from.

I’d Give All I Have, Honey (If You Could Stay Like That) by Moomin_94 Rating: T Status: Complete Summary: The one constant in Anthony Bridgerton’s life was Kate Sharma. They’d spent their entire childhoods together, she was as part of him that could never leave him. But the time to grow up came sooner than he thought it would. And he doesn’t know why the sight of men queueing outside the Sharma’s townhouse makes him sick to his stomach.

Mea Vita, Mea Lux by RosesAtDawn Rating: M Status: WIP Summary: An Ancient Rome AU of a lost childhood love fought for once more on the bloody stage of the Colosseum

my hand was the one you reached for by Moomin_94 Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: Anthony Bridgerton watched his mother after his father died and told himself he’d never put anyone through that. Which is why he kept Kate at arm’s length and told himself he was doing this so he never hurt her only himself

Save The Last Dance For Me by collectionoftulips Rating: M Status: WIP Summary: the one where Anthony assumes that his parents plan on marrying Kate off to Benedict

Wandering with you by Anonymous Rating: NR Status: WIP Summary: Anthony and Kate meet as children, and grow up knowing each other, loving each other, and supporting each other.

You belong with me by Stars_of_Kyber Rating: M Status: WIP Summary: Anthony Bridgerton returned home from his last semester at Eton to discover his best friend is no longer the lanky girl he left behind the previous summer.

[auradonsxking]

@ladymalevxlent​ liked for a lyrical starter || Everything Ends ~ A Very Potter Senior Year

“You don’t know what you’re fighting for, what you came here for.” 

[gregorygerwitz]

on my Anastasia AU bullshit temporarily but like

Mouse’s goodbye speech in 4x05 and his little “I was drifting around, I was searching for a family and a home” bit 🤝 the lyric “home, love, family, I will never be complete until I find you” in Journey to the Past

no coherent thoughts only unhinged screaming

[veganweeb]

Home, Love, Family... I will never be complete until I find you...

I am working on a Mikayuu Anastasia AU.

So far I have Yuu as Anya, Mika as Dimitri and Ferid as Rasputin!

[gendryaweeklyupdates]

All New Gendrya work this week (01-Mar-20 to 07-Mar-20)

Feast for the senses by @cassiemortmain : One afternoon at Storm’s End, Gendry gives Arya a surprise… a surprise she enjoys very much. (Rating: M)

vanilla twilight by @ohnoshefell : Gendry Baratheon, the new Lord of Storms End, spends his days reminiscing about his time with his grey eyed girl, Arya Stark, who has sailed West and also stole his heart, never bothering to give it back.-or-Day 1 of Gendrya week on tumblr! (Rating: G)

A Thunder In Our Hearts by hungerwolves : In which Arya has to marry lord Gendry Baratheon, the legitimized bastard son of the King in the South, to avoid war between the 6 Kingdoms and the North.

Friends Don't by @psychvamp25 : Prompt 1: Song&Lyric or Celebration --- Song used: Friends Don't by Maddie and Tae Arya and Gendry have been friends a long time but the people around think that they do things that normal friends just don't. (Rating: G)

a lady in a song by @lumierelalune : With so many things in Westeros to write songs about Arya can't even begin to understand why the bards are insisting on writing songs about her. (Rating: G).

Celebrating Us by @ginnygirl99-swetz : An extended scene from my already published fic "Always Remember Us This Way". Arya reminisces while watching her daughter dance with her new son-in-law. For Gendrya Week 2020 day 1: Celebration. (Rating: T)

Clownery by GoSora : So imagine Gendry being a mechanic and part time clown, working at hospitals and birthdays cause he loves kids. And then he has to work this birthday party for a little girl, turning 10, who broke her leg. And the little girl is a Stark... And Aryas niece! Well, this is that story. Be ready for a little swearing and a lot of sexual tension. (Rating: M)

It's Nice To Have a Friend by @katlyn1948: Arya and Gendry’s relationship through the years (Rating: T)

Too close for comfort by @huffletiika : “You don’t know what I want” he replied, rolling his eyes with exasperation. “Yes, I do” she said, and hold her hand up when he tried to contradict her. “You want a family, stability. You want to have a normal life, stop running from a place to another, find a place that belongs to you. You want to love and be loved, not to be alone anymore. And I can’t–” her voice broke. “I can’t promise you that…”. (Rating: G)

arya, please by @scrubclubwrites : Arya Stark wants to spend her summer writing about music and earning some money working at the coolest record store in the city (and maybe scoring a date with her handsome, moody, artsy coworker). Arya Stark does not want to spend her summer being the subject of the world's cheesiest love song (written for her by her ex-boyfriend, who doesn't seem to accept that things are over). (Rating: T)

You Feel Like Moonlight On My Skin by @randifrnz : After six months in the capital, it is time the future King and Queen of Westeros continue the envoy through the kingdoms of the lands to know and build relationships with their people. Throughout their journey, the crown prince and princess grow even closer and grow up as well. Arya navigates what it means to be a woman grown and what it means to want. (Rating: E)

Cheers (and a Pizza) by @syfygirl1998 : Arya and Gendry have been best friends since they were children, together since they were fifteen and they’re finally engaged. Gendry has always known what makes her happy, but when every conceivable thing at their engagement party goes wrong, his ability to make her smile is tested. (Rating: G)

can you tell I'm losing sleep? by @chasingforeverandaday : It seemed Arya was determined to drive him utterly mad, with the way she pranced about in his clothes, and shared his bed every night, snuggling close and tucking her cold toes under his legs, and seemed to tell everyone they met that she was his wife. No, this could not end well for Gendry and all of his frustration, not at all. /// Arya would like to point out that she knew Gendry could be a bit daft sometimes, but she never thought he was this oblivious. She was very close to dancing naked in front of him, if only to see whether or not that would get the fact that she wanted him through his incredibly thick skull. /// part two of the robin hood au, and a contribution to gendrya appreciation week. (Rating: M)

i'll get it right (on the first try) by @alltheworldsinmyhead : Who says weddings are only fun for the guests? (Rating: E)

Cross Me by @honestgrins : Arya has a run-in at the bar, and she doesn't appreciate when Gendry steps in. Too bad they like each other so much. (Rating: M)

until tonight (and all our nights together) by @yanak324 : He remembers when kisses like this were stolen between them, hidden in dark corners at parties or in the privacy of their apartments. The thought makes him want to deepen the kiss, an affirmation that he’ll never have to hide his affection for her ever again. Arya, Gendry, and a cause for celebration... (Rating: T)

The one that got away by @thetruthisinthetooth : Gendrya Week 2020: Day 1 Song/Lyrics- The one that got away by Katy Perry (Rating: M)

Green by @thetruthisinthetooth : Gendry and Arya are spies. What happens when Arya needs to wear a dress when they go undercover? (Rating: T)

Repair Broken Hearts by @snapdragon76: Arya needs to get a family heirloom repaired. She goes to a bladesmith to try and get it fixed and meets her match in the surly man in front of the forge. (Rating: M)

heart don't fail me now by @alltheworldsinmyhead : Never, in his twenty-seven years of life and twenty-one of making a living as a thief, a swindler and a trickster on the streets of Leningrad, Gendry Waters had a worse job than teaching one infuriatingly stubborn orphan girl how to be a princess. // Anastasia AU, with Gendry as Dimitri and Arya as Anya. (Rating: T)

Wolf Hunt by @jjclarku-deactivated20200209 (JJClark) (re-posting) : Ned Stark survived the massacre of his family in King's Landing. On the run with his daughter, he travels throughout Westeros seeking allies. Danger is never far behind, and eventually, he'll have to leave Arya behind to keep her hidden from their enemies. // Arry Snow knows no life but that of a nomad. She suspects her father of lying for years, but what is the real reason for never putting down roots? Most importantly, why can't she remember anything about her childhood? Surrounded by more questions than answers, Arry is about to learn the hard way how desperate her father is to save her. // Gendry Baratheon is a teenage runaway. He has the chance to make something of himself and snatches up an opportunity with a traveling troupe. Unfortunately, he gets more than he bargained for in the form of a quirky pest and a couple of oddball lost boys. // But the past is never far behind, and the truth might just get them all killed. (Rating: M)

Behind gray and blue eyes by @huffletiika : Everybody is born with Heterochromia, where their right eye is their actual eye-color, while their left one is their soulmate’s, and they would stay like that until you see directly at your soulmate’s eyes. Then, your left eyes will go back to their real color, and you will know you’ve found your other half. “Isn’t your father a Lord?” he asked, still not looking up at her, and she thought that maybe he was just shy. How adorable. “Your father was too” she replied, and he let out a soft chuckle. “Touché” he said, finally looking up at her eyes, and she felt her heart had skipped a beat. (Rating: T)

my ghost (where did you go?) by @starkyards-deactivated20200220 : an introspection into gendry's perspective after arya gets taken.

Her Best Friend's Wedding by @katlyn1948 : Gendry is getting married and Arya confesses a truth. (Rating: T)

Revenge Is Always the Answer by @katlyn1948 : Arya is an outlaw trying to take down a power house bank and Gendry is a farmer along for the ride. (Rating: M)

betrothal by @thewintersoldierdisaster : Gendry and his daughter discuss her future. Companion piece to ‘unravelling’. (Rating: G)

Between Closed Doors by cruzer22cruzer : AU Modern times. Arya's sexual awakening with Gendry. (Rating: M, underage)

Running Away from the Rules You Can't Follow by @thestagthatlovedthewolf : Captain Jeyne Heddle leads a small ship, followed by her loyal crew, when they get a call for help from the neighboring planet of Braavos. Fill for Gendrya Appreciation Week 2020. (Rating: T)

Blue Eyes by @thetruthisinthetooth : Arya goes on a blind date. What happens when the bartender is more entertaining than the actual date? (Rating: M)

on and on it spins by @alltheworldsinmyhead : The ghost of a twenty-years-old Robert Baratheon is standing on her childhood home’s driveway, pulling her little niece closer to kiss her forehead and making her smile oh so softly. They paint a nice picture together. // Lyanna's POV on Gendry and Arya ( Rating: T)

No Big Deal by @jepshe : "You can have sex with a friend," Gendry mutters. Arya's fingers still for a moment. "I know." (Rating: E)

Annoyed and Completely in Love by @katlyn1948 : Bella has a conversation with JJ and realizes that she may feel a certain way towards the cocky young lord. (Rating: T)

This week's masterlink: here

[eclipsewarrior101]

Ducktales Crossover Fanfic: The Lost Mc.Duck Part 15:

This is a more au story based off of @kristyavson @kristyavsonhero2 and @eclipsewarrior101 gene and Green Eggs & Ham. This Au is a mix between Ducktales Gene au and Anastasia with a cartoon crossover.

So In this chapter Sam and Guy set out to arrange a meeting between Scrooge Mc. Duck and Gene...no matter what. And Villains plan their next move.  WARNING: This will be a long chapter. 

Scrooge Mc. Duck was not in a good mood. His nephews had come barging in during a meeting and they had mentioned gene again. Apparently them and Gyro found a kid who they believed was gene. But scrooge ended up yelling at them and told them enough. He decided to go on a limo ride to the Money bin and sit there upset. 

Scrooge: huh...oh Gene...i...i want to believe...but...me old heart can’t take another imposter...I’m sorry lad....

After about an hour he felt bad for yelling and decided to promise the kids ice cream as a way to apologize. He walked to the limo and got in waiting for his driver. When the driver got in however something seemed off...the limo sped away like a maniac...

Scrooge: ugh Curse me kilts what in blazes is going on

An unfamiliar voice: sorry sir but we have to talk to you....

Another unfamiliar voice: SAM DRIVE BETTER

Scrooge yelled out curing in scottish until the limo came to a complete stop. Then scrooge’s door was opened and there was Guy opening the door for him. Scrooge soon whacked guy with a cane a few times curing in scottish and getting mad. Then Sam came into view trying to calm them down. 

Scrooge: Curse me kilts you deadbeat, get off me....(he continues to whack him)

Guy: OW ow ow...stop... ow ow ow...look we need to... Ow ow ow... SAM

Sam: (look Scrooge) Mr Mc. duck...Mr. Mc. Duck... please stop... we need to talk to you....its about gene we-

Scrooge: (stops hitting guy and looking mad) ENOUGH....why must people only care for yourselves...can’t you understand an old man can only take so much....I am done with this nonsense i am done with....what is that

Sam then showed him the purple guitar with the gold rim and the dollar sign on it. Scrooge then was handed it and held it in his hands with tears in his eyes....

Scrooge: B-but....how...where...where did you

Guy: look, sir I understand your hurting and you feel alone but there is a kid we know who feels the same way,

Sam: If you just talk to him i can assure you he is the missing piece you have been looking for. 

Scrooge looks at sam for a moment and has this feeling

Scrooge: have i seen you before....

Sam: yes green eggs....but that’s not important....please scrooge come with us...let us take you to your lost nephew...

The words green eggs made scrooge think for a moment to..the party..but he ignores it for now and thinks about this until he agrees. but first he had to pick up his kids. They ride back to the mansion then go to where sam and guy know gene is....

Meanwhile:

Gene is miserable and angry at the same time...he sits alone at a pizza restaurant where he had a pizza and a soda. He was so mad, how could they do that to him...lie to him. Even worse his guitar was missing and he was so sure sam and guy had it...The waitress at the time felt bad for the kid and told him to stay as long as he wanted...he was grateful. He then heard soemone come in but his bac was towards the door. then he heard a waitress say something about him and he groaned in annoyance...great what did those liers want...

Gene: GO away Guy....You too Sam...I am not in the mood

He heard the footsteps getting closer and he turned to say something else

Gene: I SAID GO A-....way...(when he stopped and stared in shock,,,,)

There standing there was Scrooge Mc.Duck with his cane and the four kids were behind him talking to him and saying things like “see its him” “we weren’t lying uncle Scrooge”

Gene (embarrassed) O-oh...i am so sorry, i thought you were

Scrooge: i know who you thought i was lad...better question is...who are you

Gene looking at the kids who signaled him to speak, tried to find his words

Gene: I...I’m Gene...and i was hoping you...could maybe tell me that...

The kids start talking to scrooge who goes up to the boy and looks at him...unimpressed

Scrooge: well you certainly look like my gene, your the best actor I’ve seen

Gene: A-actor, um i have no idea what your implying sir but im no actor I’m just a street kid...

Scrooge: (laughing mockingly) And Ey suppose the money doesn not interest you either lad...

Gene: N-no...i...i had no clue there was a reward...my travel....aquaintences never told me-

Scrooge: Look lad, you seem nice, but i am old and im done with beign tricked....

The kids began getting upset and telling scrooge to listen which he began showing he was done.... he began to walk away calling the kids who were protesting

Scrooge: Listen lads...i know you want to believe he’s alive and i do too, i blame myself for what happened and if i could have one wish it

genes eyes widen at wish....he ...he heard that from somewhere.....

Gene then began saying aloud: wish....baby elephant....giant sundae...flying...hahaha toys coming to life....

Scrooge and the kids turn to look at gene as he says this. They are shocked....those were their wishes they made to gene when he was a genie. how would this kid know that stuff

They went back over to gene who continued

the kids him about the wishes.

Gene: man those were the best wishes...i have ever made.....i mean for once i got to be normal....

gene holds a hand to his forehead as he felt weak. he sits down and now scrooge and the kids are interested...even scrooge seemed to be intrigued. 

Gene: i....all i ever wanted was to be normal kid..to have...a family. and you...

He turns to the kids and his eyes gleamed with a familiar feeling

Gene: Huey, dewey, louie and Webby... you kids... helped me....you protected me when you knew i was scared and told me you were always there for me....

Gene: (Looks at scrooge) And i knew i could be the smarter than the smarties and tougher than the toughies...like...you 

Scrooge’s eyes widened at those words....that was his mantra he had taught the kids. he looked at gene and gene seemed to see what he was doing and smiled. Scrooge was almost in tears...could it be, could he be... then remember the guitar and he grabbed it and showed it to gene. 

Gene: M-my guitar...the one...the one you got me at the party. to play our lullaby...I..i think...i remember how to play the rest of the song how

Gene tunes the guitar and slowly begins to play and he indeeds plays the songs as he hums it

gene: on the wind cross the sea hear this song and remember....

Scrooge and kids join him (with tears in their eyes) Soon you’ll be home with me, once upon a december

Gene is crying for he know knows...he remembers...

Gene: Unca Scrooge....Kids....

Scrooge: My Gene....my sweet Gene...your home

Scrooge and the kids are crying as they pull him into a hug and begin talking while hugging. he kids being saying stuff like “we missed you” “we loved you” while scrooge says stuff like “my lad” “i've missed you” “I’m so sorry”

the restaurant staff is cheering and crying at the scene

outside the diner Sam and Guy are watching with with happiness and sadness in thier eyes as they walk away but not before sam quietly mouths

Sam: congrats gene-tar player

Scrooge sees him and mouths a thank you and sam and guy say it back and leave. 

Unknowingly a Raven Poe is watching from afar and knows this will be bad news for his sister plan

thansk you for reading this chapter, it was a hard one to do but it was worth it. So please read chapters 1-14 before you read this chapter. A big thanks to @kristyavson, @kristyavsonhero2 for helping me with this story so far she is awesome. Thanks have a great night

[petra-deserved-better]

Can you do some Perturo Disney fairy tales ( Anastasia or Titanic ) fan-art request for my upcoming audio play for the whole snk fandom to enjoy

Petruo Anastasia AU

In a heartbeat it had all changed. One moment Auruo had his head in his hands as despair had crashed overhim.  Damn that woman, he had thought,asking such a question.  How could hehave never thought to tell Petra how he had helped Anastasia escape the siegeof the Palace all those years ago?

“There was a boy…’ Petra’s voice was quiet and hesitant. ‘A servantboy…he opened the wall.”

He didn’t hear her laugh, or say that it all sounded toofarfetched.  Auruo’s head wasreeling.  He’d found her, he’d reallyfound her the Grand Duchess Anastasia.

It all seemed almost too fantastical, he thought as he regarded the redheaded beauty that was sat daintily in the couch.  She hadn’t been graceful and refined whenhe’d found her a few months ago, when this whole thing had just been a con.  Petra had walked into his life, anopportunity to perfect to miss- auburn hair and honey eyes, the right age to bethe missing princess and no idea who her family was.  He couldn’t have come up with a better backstory if he’d tried.  But Petra wasstubborn and head strong and she took none of his crap which he didn’tenjoy.  He’d tried to impress her ofcourse, used all his charm but she’d had none of it, called him out at everyopportunity.

When he’d let his guard down and been himself that’s when things hadstarted to change and she had finally seemed to like him.  They had danced and he had almost told herthe truth about this whole thing being a plot to steal some rich old ladiesmoney.  Perhaps he could forget about themoney and just be content to have a life with Petra.  He’d begun to hope secretly that they wouldbe denied the opportunity of meeting the Dowager Empress and he could convincePetra that he would be her family.  Theycould have a life together, screw the money and screw the cons.  He’d be happy to just have Petra.

But she wasn’t Petra, she was the Grand Duchess Anastasia.  He knew that for certain because he had beenthe servant boy who’d opened the wall. He’d found his princess and now he owed it to her to reunite her withthe last of her family.  A plan was madeto introduce Petra to her Grandmother at the ballet the following evening.

“Can you believe it?” Petra squealed when they were safely out on thestreet a short while later.  Thecarefully ladylike persona that he had schooled her in disappeared the momentthey were on their own.  She threw herarms around his neck and squeezed him tightly. “I can’t begin to thank you enough. I might finally have a chance tofind out who I am.”  

She released him and stood back slightly, he took that moment to drinkher in, every vivacious inch of her.  Everypart that made her Petra, from tomorrow evening he would never be able to trulysee her again.  If he was lucky he mightcatch a glimpse of the Princess from time to time waving tamely from abalcony.  Gods, he was going to miss her.

“You can’t meet the dowager empress looking like this.” He saidcarelessly flicking the fabrics of her dress as he pushed his true feelingsaside and hid behind the carefully curated façade of a rascal.

That was his second mistake, letting her go shopping to buy somethingfor the Ballet.  His jaw nearly droppedto the floor when he finally saw her in the slim fitted blue evening dress, herusually scruffy hair piled on top of her head. How in the hell was he ever going to let her go he thought.

As they watched the opera he realised that he had no choice, he was more than just fond of herhe was completely and utterly in love with her. He placed his hand on hers to stop her nervous twitching and decidedthat for once in his miserable life he was going to put what he wanted to theside and give her what she truly wanted, her family, her home.

XxX

Petra was a bag of nerves pacing up and down outside the private boxthat Auruo had just entered.  He held herwhole future in his hands.  She nevercould have imagined when they first met how far from the sniping rivalry theywould come.  She was half dreadingfinding out she was a princess if it meant losing him- she’d wondered if aprincess is allowed to remain friends with a commoner, she hoped so.  The sound of raised voices drew her away fromher thoughts.

“Please, you just have to meet her, you’ll see.” She heard Auruo plead.

Her heart dropped, the old woman wasn’t even going to give her achance.

“I know you,” She heard a voice that she almost felt she knew reply.  “You’re Auruo Bossard, the young man who washolding auditions to find an Anastasia look alike.”

Petra clapped her hands over her mouth to hide her gasp.  Her mind reeled against the idea, no hecouldn’t, he wouldn’t, would he?  The manin question came stumbling out the door, his eyes filling with dread as he sawher.

“Was it all a lie?” She asked, her voice trembling with emotion.

“Yes, no…Maybe it started off as one but it’s not anymore.”

“How can I ever believe a word you say?”

He reached out and grabbed her wrist to stop her from walkingaway.  

“Please just listen to me.”

Petra cut him off with a slap.

“Don’t ever talk to me again.” She cried.  He released her hand and she raced from thetheater.

Once she was safely back in her hotel room she wasted no time gettingher suitcase and angrily packing her few meager possessions into it.  How could he? He’d dragged her half way roundthe world, exploited her deepest wish of finding her family all so he could getmoney she thought as tears burned the back of her eyes.  And her, foolish girl, she’d fallen for ithook line and sinker.  She’d even begunto think of him as her friend, as more than her friend.  She let out an exasperated sigh and wiped hereyes with her arm in an unladylike manner. She grabbed another dress out of her wardrobe and stuffed it into hersuitcase.

A gentle knock at the door caught her attention.  That cad, did he think he could just turn uphere and she’d forgive him.

“Go away Auruo.”

The door opened anyway.

“I said,” she began before abruptly cutting of her sentence with agasp.  Auruo wasn’t standing before herbut a woman she recognized in an instant. “Grandmama?”

“Perhaps, your friend certainly thinks so.”

“He’s no friend of mine, not anymore.”

“That’s a pity.”

Petra took in the woman before her, she’d aged considerably, her hairwas completely white now.  There weremore lines around her face than there had been the last time she’d seenher.  How could she have ever forgotten?

“You gave me a music box.” Petra began, memories rushing into her mindat a rate that made her dizzy.  “Itplayed our lullaby”

“How do you know that?” The Dowager duchess asked in an awed whisper.

“Through the wind, across thesea, hear this song and remember…” Petra began to sing as the melody floodedinto her head for the first time in years.

“Soon you’ll be, home with me,once upon a December.” The Dowager Duchess finished for her.  “Oh Anastasia, my own dear girl.” She criedwith tears in her eyes.  The two womenraced together and collided in a warm embrace in the middle of the room.

The rest of the evening was spent in cheerful recollection of memoriesthat had been trapped in some traumatisedpart of Petra’s brain for so long.  No,she supposed, she wasn’t Petra really.

“I know my name is Anastasia, but I’ve been known as Petra for farlonger, it just seems strange to call myself anything else now.” She confidedin her grandmother later that evening.

“It barely matters what you call yourself my dear, to know that you arealive and well is all I could ever hope for.”

A question had been hovering in Petra’s mind since she had recoveredfrom the initial shock of getting her memories back but she had barely dared toask it.  As the evening went on it hadburned away at her until she couldn’t help but blurt it out.  “I suppose Auruo took the money and ran?”

“No my dear, he wouldn’t take a penny.”

Petra felt her heart leap in her chest, he hadn’t taken the money.  Then did that mean that he wasn’t just in itfor the money that everything she thought she’d felt between them had beentrue.

“My dear,’ her Grandmother said placing her hand on her cheek.  “You will always have a place in my home anda seat at my table.  But, if you want togo to this boy you will not make yourself any less my Granddaughter.  Seeing you again has brought me more joy thanI had ever dared hope I would have.  Iwant you to know joy to.  Go to him.”

Petra placed a kiss onto her Grandmothers palm.

“We will always be together in Paris.” She smiled.

“Always, my love.” Her Grandmother replied.

With that Petra darted out of the house, she barely stopped to thinkabout the fact that she was still wearing her blue evening dress.  She raced through the Parisian streets untilshe found the one that Auruo’s hotel was on. She ran into the hotel lobby and asked which room he was in only to beinformed that he’d packed his bags and left. Fear coursed through her as she wondered if she was already toolate.  She had no time to lament, shepicked up her skirts and ran all the way to the train station barely stoppingto catch her breath.  She dashed inside,her eyes scanning the crowd for a familiar mop of curly hair.  She finally spotted him queuing up to buy aticket.

“Auruo!” She cried out, rushing over to him.

He was clearly stunned to see her running towards him.

“I was scared…I might have…been too late.” She panted out trying tocatch her breath.

“What are you doing here? I thought the Dowager Duchess was going tosee you.”

“She did.  She really is my Grandmama.”Petra beamed, it was infectious and Auruo couldn’t help but return her smile.

“You finally found your family.”

“Yes, but you see- I’d already found my family before this evening.”

Auruo sent her a questioning glance, which she returned with anotherbeaming smile.

“It’s you, you big dummy.”

Auruo’s mouth dropped open.

“All the time I was looking for them, and I found you.  I was just too caught up in my daydream to realise.  When I found my Grandmama it was all I couldhave ever wanted but I wasn’t happy. Because what is the point of finding anything if I can’t share it withthe man I love.”

“Love?” Auruo’s voice was small and for once devoid of his usually brashattitude.

Petra fiddled with her gloves, suddenly worried that in all her excitementof finding her family and realising that she loved Auruo she hadn’t thought tostop and wonder if he loved her back.

“But you’re a princess, and I’m a con artist.” He stated.

“I’m Petra and your Auruo. We can figure the rest out later, if youwant to.”

Auruo, closed the gap between them in one stride, he cupped his handgently round the back of her heard and pressed his lips to hers.  It was a short, sweet kiss, full of promiseand devotion.  Petra threw her arms roundhis back and pulled him closer to her deepening the kiss.  It took a strangers wolf whistle to remindthem that they were in fact standing in a crowded railway station.  The pulled apart each blushing profusely.

“I love you Petra.” Auruo said bashfully.

“And I you.” She replied pressing her forehead to his.  “After all these years I finally feel like I’mhome.”

(A/N - Thanks for the ask, Rivetra is my OTP but I still LOVE Peturo and this was such a fun little piece to write for them.  Good luck with your audio play!)

[yetanotheremptypage]

Happy Fanfiction Writers Appreciation Day!

It’s another fic rec list! Here’s last years, which includes a link to my 2016 recommendations. They are all amazing, so you should definitely check them out, but in the mean time, here’s some more. I tried to tag most of the ships and/or fandoms, so if you ship any of those or are in the fandom, check out the recs below the cut. Of course, there are plenty more amazing fanfictions/writers out there, and to them, I give a huge THANK YOU! Finally, for the shameless plug, if you have any interest in any of my stories, links can be found here.

Arms Extended (Gen, Bandstand) AO3 [Complete]

a remix of “welcome home (finale)”

(or: the moments that inspired the lines of julia's poem)

Bandstand on the whole deserves more love, attention, and fanfiction, especially because the relationship these people build is so beautiful and there’s so much to be explored. This fic does it BEAUTIFULLY, and I can’t stress it enough. TW: I mean it’s Bandstand so anything that applies there applies here

Cut, Print, Moving On (Gen, Smash) AO3 || FF [In progress]

An imagined third season, starting approximately two years after the Tony Awards.

This fic is perfectly written and explores all of Smash’s complicated, messy, great relationships, romantic and otherwise, beautifully.

Epic Love (Han x Leia, Star Wars) AO3 || FF [Complete]

Here is what is believed: that Leia Organa has been abandoned by her husband and her brother, the two men who loved her best, in her time of greatest need. But things are not always as they seem. A TFA fix-it fic about family, the Force, and the love that could save the galaxy. Again. Also features Luke, Chewbacca, Rey, Finn, and mentions or cameos by several others.

I love the new Star Wars movies, I do. But this fic treats Han, Leia, and Luke so much better than TFA does. Please go read this pure perfection of a work and give it all the love it deserves. While you’re at it, check out... Everything else @lajulie24 has written; it’s all golden.

Everything I Never Knew (Emmett x Rosalie, Twilight) AO3 || FF [Complete]

Because sometimes a split second decision changes a life… One night, Rosalie Hale walked a different way home. Because of this, she didn’t meet Royce on the road and the worst night of Rosalie’s life happened to someone else. So what happened when Rosalie was never hurt, never turned vampire, and got everything she had always thought she wanted?

I love a good AU, and Rosalie and Emmett seem the best suited for one. Their connection is amazing and well-written and honestly, everything makes sense to me. I lowkey wish things could have played out this way for them, but alas, they didn’t, so let’s read fic instead. TW: Spousal abuse, bear attack so like blood and stuff

hey baby (i think i wanna marry you) (Donna x Josh, The West Wing) FF [Complete]

Josh goes to dinner with his old law school study group. He ends up defending the institution of marriage, before going home to Donna. Set in the Santos administration.

It’s just such a cute, fluffy little piece. How could I not, you know?

in a storm in my best dress (Percy x Annabeth, Percy Jackson and the Olympians) AO3 || FF [Complete]

"Point is, Percy's not used to being swamped in friends. So you can bloody well imagine his shock when he wakes up one morning and looks impulsively at his arm and there’s one, two, three, four, five, six, seven Marks on his line and holy crap the seventh is a soulmate mark."

or, Percy finds it difficult to make friends and Annabeth is the popular girl with a heart of steel. Soulmate AU.

Not gonna lie, this is a behemoth-- two chapters that come out at like 70k which like, damn, most of my one-shots aren’t even 1500 words, you get props for that alone. However, every word is perfect. There’s lot of pining, and hey, Percy Jackson with anxiety? Works. I saw my own anxiety reflected all over the place which... Was not the main reason I fell in love with this fic, but it’s nice to be recognized, you know? No, I fell in love with this fic because it’s about falling in love and making friends and growing up. And it’s beautiful, so go read it. TW: Anxiety attacks (Is that a tw? Oh well)

Miracles, etc. (Wanda Maximoff x Vision, Marvel Cinematic Universe) AO3 [In progress]

Wanda Maximoff’s life has been a set of frightening miracles: living in a war torn country as an orphan, escaping her anarchistic biological father, and surviving the American foster system with seven older foster siblings. Now 26 and working as a hotel waitress, Wanda has very distant plans for love and for a child. Unfortunately, her complicated life is about to get more complicated when a medical mix-up leaves her artificially inseminated with a stranger’s sperm. That stranger? Her boss, with an equally dark past.

Now pregnant- and possibly falling in love- Wanda finds herself with only nine months to rethink her entire future. Because the only thing more frightening than a miracle… is parenthood.

Did you know that a Jane The Virgin AU is EXACTLY everything you ever needed for this fandom, and specifically this pairing? My depression is cured, my skin is clear, and my crops are thriving, especially now that there’s new chapters again. Read this fic, please. It will not disappoint, especially if you enjoy JTV’s tongue-in-cheek style humor. Also dad!Clint.

My Beauty, My Baby (Gen, Downton Abbey) FF [Complete]

Cora and Sybil share a moment on the eve of the birth of Sybil and Tom's child. This story takes place in Season 3, sometime between Episodes 4 and 5. This is a bit of a departure for me, but the title words were an inspiration.

This is just so lovely. Sybil and Cora’s relationship is, I feel, kind of unexplored, so this was such a lovely treat.

people can surprise you (or not) (Anya x Dmitry, Anastasia) AO3 [Complete]

He's a poor joke of a journalist, she has something to prove to her family, and they're in here for a hell of a ride.

(“You’re asking me to be an asshole to some random woman just to prove a very sexist and offensive point like I’m some guy on Reddit who has no idea women are actually people?”)

(“Next Wednesday. I bet you can’t find a guy tonight, in this bar, and keep him until next Wednesday. Prove me wrong and introduce him to Nana during the gala. As your boyfriend.”)

OR, the reversed How to lose a guy in 10 days AU nobody asked, but everybody gets.

Angst, fluff, pining, misunderstandings, this has got it ALL. And it’s written flawlessly to boot.

Take Me Back To Me (Mary x Matthew, Downton Abbey) AO3 || FF [Complete]

When heiress Mary Crawley finds herself in the headlines for her third scandal of the year, Cora decides that it is time for Mary to turn her public image around. The solution? Hire humanitarian lawyer Matthew Crawley, whose new charity just happens to need a new donation, to play Mary’s boyfriend. (Modern Mary/Matthew!Fake Dating AU)

Were you aware you needed a modern fake dating AU for these two? No. But you do. It cleanses the soul with its perfectness. Go read it. TW: Descriptions of past not quite rape but I think it’s still classified as sexual assault

The Only Crime Is To Lose (Gen, Game of Thrones) AO3 [I think in-progress?]

The series doesn’t have a description, so here’s my attempt at one: The major houses of Westeros are crime families at war. This author expertly adapts the plotting and relationships into this scenario, which takes place after the Red Wedding-- which, in this world, involved Robb getting arrested and put away for life-- and most of the action surrounds the kidnapping of Jaime Lannister, though no one knows who did it. I’m not actually certain if this series is finished or not, but it leaves me reeling from unanswered questions and its overall beauty every time I finish the last story, so you should check it out so we can all share the pain. TW: I mean it’s Game of Thrones so like a lot of that stuff still applies

Treading Water (Annie x Finnick, The Hunger Games) AO3 || FF [Complete]

They don't tell you when you go into the arena that the lucky ones are those who die.

I don’t think I can state enough how amazing this fic is. The beautiful relationship between Finnick and Annie, the breathtaking way Catching Fire is woven into the story, and seeing the Games from the mentor’s perspective is fascinating. Go read this fic! TW: It’s the Hunger Games so anything from the books applies

we got the world (Jesse x Beca, Pitch Perfect) AO3 || FF [Complete]

"They say you're a freak when we're having fun, say you must be high when we're spreading love, but we're just living life and we never stop, we've got the world." Beca/Jesse, post-Kennedy Center flop. A series of missing Jeca moments from Pitch Perfect 2. COMPLETE.

Did you wish there had been more Jeca in Pitch Perfect 2? Then read this fic. It’s perfect in every way. (Written before PP3 though, so not canon compliant for that).

Willow (Anya x Dmitry, Anastasia) AO3 [In progress]

In a city by the sea, Anya and Dmitry find their footing.

Beautiful, happy Dimya, plus dashes of you know, revolution and angst and history. It’s gorgeous and perfect and go read it.

[montpahrnah]

hp fic recs

sirius/remus, part iii

part i / part ii

The Survivor, by apolesen (145k)

1985. Four years after the death of his friends, Remus decides to break out of the pattern of his post-war life and try living among Muggles. In a sleepy town in southern England and the bustling city of London, he tries to build a new life for himself, piece by piece. The more he sees of the Muggle world, the more Remus wonders if that structure is as stable as he would like to think it is.

“The Survivor” is set in Thatcherite Britain, in the wake of the Falklands War and the onset of the British AIDS epidemic. It explores themes of disease, stigma, war trauma and grief, reflecting both on the historical context of the 1980s and Rowling’s characterisation of Remus Lupin.

Time, As a Symptom, by tigrrmilk (12k)

“Ah,” Remus had said, as dry as he could manage. “An aristocratic youth on his grand tour.”

Sirius knocked his arm. “Hey,” he said. “Grander than most, at least. You’ve got to give me that.”

Seven of them go to space. One stays there.

Light in August, by orestesfasting (21k)

Summer, 1977. With the full moon approaching, Sirius heads up to the Lupins’ countryside cottage to make himself useful. Or to make a complete and utter arse out of himself, because really, that’s all he can seem to do around Remus these days.

EXILE/RETURN, by zambla (5k)

Sirius makes a road trip down to the Gower peninsula. Non-magic AU. 1980s-1990s.

Orbital, by tevere, (3k)

The thing about orbiting is, see, that it’s not flying at all – it’s falling. It’s just that you’re going fast enough to match the curvature of the Earth: you’re falling round and round, and never getting any closer.

Anastasia & Spinning Jenny, by librae (8k)

Grimmauld Place is eating Sirius alive.

A Bright Particular Star, by torch (24k)

Remus and Sirius celebrate their last Christmas at Hogwarts.

A Late Frost, by kest (1k)

Remus and Sirius in the first war.

the summer you let your hair grow out, by ladymemebeth (20k)

an AU story in which sirius decides to go to remus’ house when he runs away, rather than james’. remus finds this situation to be trying in more ways than one. includes gratuitous references to twentieth-century cinema and music.

A Short Discourse on Cruelty, by imochan (1k)

So, friendship - it hurts, sometimes. Companion to A Short Discourse on Kindness.

A Short Discourse on Kindness, by imochan (1k)

Companion to A Short Discourse on Cruelty. Three verses.

The Rosary, by fluorescentgrey (31k)

On a Thursday in April 1943 Remus took the train from London to Birmingham, where a stately black car was waiting at the station to take him a short drive southwest to Hagley. In a wood on the estate of the Viscount Cobham of Hagley Hall four local boys hunting quail had found a woman’s skeleton in a wych elm tree.

These Young Lions, by enjambament (26k)

On Hallowe’en night, 1981, Sirius runs for his freedom and ends up as a dog on the doorstep of No. 11 Privet Drive. But that’s only the beginning. What comes next is a desperate hunt for the evidence to give Sirius his life back, and give Harry a home.

The Weather Inside, by earlybloomingparenthesis (43k)

Sirius rides a flying motorbike, and snogs strangers in pubs, and strikes moody poses Remus finds irritatingly attractive. But for Remus, who drinks milky tea and wears flannel pyjamas, there’s a chasm cracked right down the fault line between wanting and doing.

How he wants, though. How he wants.

Longsdune, by imochan (3k)

He supposes that this is what is expected of him, to sit here and listen to wetness sinking into the earth and remember how it felt when it was sunny, and there were four of them, and Sirius Black looked at him like he was a piece of the universe he wanted to understand so badly that he was willing to take Remus apart completely and then put him back together.

Tesserae (the Missing Pieces Remix), by glass_icarus (3k)

Post-PoA. Sirius is picking up the pieces, but putting them back together requires help.

When We Were Gone Astray, by shaggydogstail (4k)

A brief history of Christmastime with Sirius bringing up Harry.

it is our crooked aim, by misandrywitch (4k)

He’s been gone for three days, and he didn’t tell Sirius where he was going or how long he’d be gone. He has no idea where Sirius is, or when he’ll be back. That’s how it’s been for a while now. He makes himself tea and runs a bath and sits in the tub until the water is grey and chilly with sloughed-off dirt. Remus is twenty-one. He feels eighty.

This World Lies At The Bottom Of A Lake, by berhanes (7k)

Briefly he’d considered going to visit Remus, but Sirius has too many stacked up feelings about him to add any more, and he doesn’t trust himself not to ruin their carefully patched situation in the wake of the incident – it’s only been a year, after all, and there’s no better way to shatter a barely recovered friendship than by doing something stupid like throwing out a declaration of love in the middle of explaining the myriad ways in which your family is deranged and terrible. So instead Sirius had hailed the Knight Bus and requested Bowness-on-Windermere.

Postscript, by yeats (1k)

“All that anger — I don’t like how it feels anymore, having it inside me.”

What forgiveness might look like.

One That You Can Keep, by thistlerose (1k)

“Where all my journies end / If you can make a promise / if it’s one that you can keep / I vow to come for you…”

bright ambassadors, by librae (1k)

(PWP, basically)

The Years to Come, by toyhto (3k)

Remus is watching him closely and trying to weight their love, trying to decide if it’s real enough or not, and he knows he would be doing the same if he didn’t already know. It’s real. It always was. They were complete idiots.

Escape for Another Day, by veeagainst (2k)

A life and death experience brings Sirius and Remus together.

four thousand two hundred and sixty, by Kel (2k)

I think the only reason I never lost my mind is that I knew I was innocent. That wasn’t a happy thought, so the dementors couldn’t suck it out of me.

– Sirius Black, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Atlantic Specimen, by ourmutualfriend (3k)

Opiate dream.

A Peripheral Vision, by carmine_ink (2k)

Set in Cambridge at the end of the century, Remus and Sirius struggle to exist in a society that refuses to accept them.

Hold On to Whatever You Find, by fallovermelikestars (10k)

“…he hadn’t planned to jump Sirius’ bones almost as soon as he walked through the door, had actually planned to fix him a square meal and then set about avoiding him for a few days – or forever – but he’d been marinating in whiskey for over an hour and Sirius had fucking smiled at him as he pushed the door closed behind him and that smile, it’s always been Remus’s undoing.”

Then I Would Come and Find You, by RuinsPlume (2k)

This is what saves them every time.

between towers, by tigrrmilk (8k)

Through the doorway at the end of the entrance hall, he could see a wide portion of the small quad ahead. Green and lush. It was early October, and the sun was shining, thank the lord. Or at least thank Merlin. It was Michaelmas. And Remus was taking up a place at Oxford to read English.

Argentum, by happiestwhen (1k)

Memories are only as permanent as you allow them to be.

Homeless Near a Thousand Homes, by lorax (3k)

“He went there because he wanted to remember, and he stayed because he had no other place to be.”

Our lives will run like / Sparks through the stubble, by zambla (13k)

1984. Remus J Lupin, post first wizarding war, is in Berlin. His father has just died. He goes back to his childhood homes, the places he passed through, and realizes that his memory is a map that is folded on itself.

Told in interwoven present and past times, concerning his relationship to his parents, himself, and the traitor, Sirius Black.

My homage to the film Blue (1993) by the great English filmmaker Derek Jarman.

Diamonds and Rust, by toyhto (6k)

“My heart would get broken,” he says roughly, “that’s why.“

Sirius draws his hand back. “I wonder how that feels.”

“I don’t.”

The Season of Love and Death, by mustntgetmy (2k)

A little love letter to autumn, Remus/Sirius style. From their first kisses at Hogwarts beneath the Forbidden Forest foliage, to sharing cups of cocoa in a London park near the end of the first war.

The Man Who Counts Waves, by Underlucius (1k)

If he stops counting he’ll remember who lives on the other side of that azure flood, and then he would walk into the sea and never return. So he counts the waves.

The Impossible Season, by coyotesuspect (21k)

Six months after falling through the Veil, Sirius comes back. As a seventeen-year-old.

Remus takes him in.

A Candle Put Out, by sopdetly (2k)

Now they hadn’t had sex in months, and Sirius knew he pulled away from Remus in his sleep, when they managed to sleep in bed together.

Lay Down, by taffetablue (1k)

After, they Apparate home, saturated with rain and blood, and the oily slide of dark magic skidding along Remus’s skin like unfamiliar hands.

Ghost of Winter, by earlybloomingparenthesis (3k)

Christmas is coming and the bite of winter is in the air, and way up north in the Highlands the mountains are big and bleak enough to hide even Azkaban’s most wanted from prying eyes. All Remus can imagine is being snowbound alone with Sirius. Unfortunately, there’s a ghost who has other plans.

Wandering, Gets You Down, by hiddendaze (5k)

AU premise: Remus is in Ravenclaw and doesn’t really know Peter, James and Sirius. Consequently, there is no Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs.

a country mile, by sea_schtick (1k)

The summer after Harry’s third year, and Sirius refuses to be alone.

To Fill A Gap, by berhanes (8k)

Sirius’ face is caught in a rectangle of late afternoon sun and Remus wants suddenly to reach across the three feet and fourteen years between them and touch him where the light hits. He lets himself imagine that he could, that in a moment he’ll just lean forward and trace the curve between Sirius’ neck and his jaw with his fingertips without it feeling like penitence. A different version of himself would’ve already done it. But then, a different version of himself wouldn’t be here in the first place.

Any Other Night, by mustntgetmy (6k)

In 1977, Remus and Sirius set about trying to kill the moon, and years later, in Azkaban, Sirius reflects on this and on his damaged relationship with Remus.

Of Monsters, by llassah (8k)

Sirius always expected to go into the Black family business. Said family business just happens to involve kneecappings, murder, and the most powerful criminals in London. When Sirius decides to leave home at nineteen with a briefcase full of money and a few other essentials, he has no idea that he will end up sharing a dosshouse with a lunatic in a tweed jacket with the reading habits of an Oxford don and staggering intermittent anger issues. Sad thing is, it’s probably the safest place for him right now. Until it isn’t.

stir the flame anew, by blanketed_in_stars (5k)

It’s a light tawny who sits patiently while he reads. Moony—send something back if it’s a bad time. Otherwise I’ll be there at noon. Cheers, Padfoot. There’s nothing more, as if it were the last note in a conversation they’d already been having, but Remus can’t recall anything of the sort. He’d remember if they’d talked about this. He’d remember, he thinks, watching the owl drink the water which he absentmindedly offers her, if they’d talked at all.

Two winters after the war, Remus receives an owl, and, shortly thereafter, an unexpected houseguest.

Souvenir, by sopdetly (3k)

Remus returns from another mission; Sirius has missed him.

Concomitant, by peccadilloes (1k)

Remus comes home and into the kitchen that evening with a soft blue book, and he sets it on the table.

“Some hipster hippie witch in Venice gave it to me,” he says. “Makes them.”

Sirius picks up the book and in his hands it changes, grows large and slim and harder bound. He rubs his thumb over its waxed thread, and its cover pools with longing.

a lie low in Los Angeles, oneiromancy

We’ll Both Forget the Breeze, by happiestwhen (1k)

In winter, time seems to trickle down with the melting snow.

[kmomof4]

What's your favorite CS fic and why? It can be right now, of all time or just in general :)

Favorite fic? As in singular? You’re kidding, right?

@hollyethecurious and @winterbaby89 had mercy on you because I wanted to give you the list of all my all time favorites, but that list literally had 87 fics on it...

so, you can thank them or blame them. I choose to blame them... because that list is true... and pure... I can honestly say that when I was reading a fic on that list, it was my all time favorite fic. And now I feel like I’m withholding that knowledge from you. So, if you’d like to know what all was on that list, come back and ask me and I’ll gladly tell you all while sticking my tongue out at Hollye and Laura. But, as it stands now, I still couldn’t pick just one fic, because I just love them all so much and I just refuse to do that, so I chose to give you my top 11 favorite authors with my favorite fic that they wrote. And that’s not even strictly accurate. Some authors have 2 or more fics that I can’t choose between, so there you go... 

Without further ado...

@hollyethecurious 

  The Legend of Captain Killian Jones, rated M, 2 shot, written for Halloweek last year tells the story of Killian Jones, cursed to wander his family estate until he can break his curse and Emma Swan, restorationist charged with bringing the Jones family estate back to its former glory. 

And co-authored with @winterbaby89 

Dark Hook Comes to Storybrooke, rated M with 29chs. Will be completed this coming Sunday and is a s1 canon divergence in which Captain Hook gets his revenge on his crocodile just before Regina’s dark curse hits. My other favorite of Laura’s is The Red Dress Affair, rated M one shot. This is a short sexy piece she wrote for Valentines day last year.

@totheendoftheworldortime

Her Unlocked series is a polyamory series featuring Liam, Killian, and Emma. Rated E with 4 books in the series with a 5th coming soon. The fourth book has one more chapter before it’s complete. We Own Tonight is a CS story inserted into the Frozen storyline and it also features FrozenJewel! Rated E with 35chs.

@artistic-writer

Between Now and Nether, rated T with 18chs, tells the story of Killian and Emma and his quest to make her believe that he’s not really gone. Will he succeed? Or will he be lost to the nether forever?

@kymbersmith-90

Fairytales, every fangirls dream. Emma is a huge fan of Killian Jones and his series Fairytales. So what happens when she actually meets him in person OUTSIDE the con she’s attending? Rated E with 27chs so far.

@flslp87

The Beach House is a fic based on the movie The Lake House. How can 2 people who’ve never met be in love? Read it to find out. Rated T with 20chs. The Promise is an amazing fic that tells the story of Emma and Killian as they fight for their Happy Beginning. It is rated T with 30chs on ao3, it’s rated M on ff.

@pocket-anon

A Fairytale Beginning is a CS/Enchanted AU. What happens when Captain Hook crosses the Evil Queen? He gets sent to NYC where he meets cynical single mom Emma Swan. Rated T with 9chs so far. Only missing the epilogue. The Long Way Home was her submission for the CSBB last year and tells the story of Captain Hook as he seeks to return the missing princess to her home. CS/Anastasia AU, sort of... Rated E with 11chs.

@whimsicallyenchantedrose

By Land or By Sea series is a canon divergent from 3x11. It tells Jen’s imaginings of what 3b would be like, leading to Emma and Killian’s wedding, and the next crisis immediately following their nuptials. Rated T with 3 works included.

@seriouslyhooked

Within Your Ocean Eyes tells the story of the famed pirate Killian Jones and his lady love Emma Swan. Set in the 1800′s. Rated M with 22chs. Lifted By Love is a modern AU where 4 girls meet 4 guys while on vacation. Rated M with 8chs.

@wordsmith-storyweaver

His Dark Beauty, rated M with 28chs, tells the story of Emma Swan after she draws the attention of Prince Killian when she saves his beloved daughter’s life. Fancy That is a Neverland canon divergent one shot. Rated M.

@lenfaz

Old Habits Die Hard, rated M with 15chs, is a canon divergence in which Liam has been alive in Neverland this whole time and escapes back to the EF just as Regina’s curse hits. He and Emma become friends when she arrives in Storybrooke, and when his long lost younger brother Killian arrives, things get interesting fast!

So there you have it. I’m sorry it took so long to answer this ask, but even narrowing my list down to those 11 AMAZING and INCREDIBLE ladies and then further narrowing down to my favorite fic or fics they wrote was very, VERY difficult! I still blame Hollye and Laura... So go read their fics, show them some love, and come flail with me!

[camachameleon]

Cam’s Voltron Fic Rec 3/∞

VLD Rec Lists:  [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] Here’s a Fic Masterlist for my other fandoms. ( ** =  favorites )

    **Recoil/Release by Cheshyr

Word count:  22,387 (13/13)

Summary:  When Keith is bitten by an alien creature with venom that causes your dominant emotions to be amplified, the team is ready for a day of dealing with an incredibly angry paladin.

Which means they’re not ready at all for what actually happens.

Comments:  The almost stream-of-consciousness writing of Keith’s parts are really gut-wrenching because it’s as if you are experiencing it with him. (Warning for panic attacks- if you are triggered at all by that sort of thing you may want to sit this one out, it gets pretty graphic). A couple good song pairings for this fic to set the tone are Broken Crown and World Gone Mad.

    **Synergy by Kokochan & Spanch

Word count:  74,064 (10/10) 

Summary:  The vines were large, stiff, gnarly, and thick-stemmed, with blue leaves as big and round as dinner plates, but Shiro’s battle-arm was able to sever several long straggles with ease. The vines draped easily enough over the shuttle and hid it quite handily from view. “Good enough, I suppose,” Shiro said, glaring at the empty greenish-blue sky. “Come on, let’s… Hunk? What’s the matter?”

Hunk was staring at something behind him. “Shiro, don’t make any sudden moves just now, but there’s a really big lizard thing standing right behind you. Um. Two of them.”

Surprised, Shiro turned, albeit carefully. He’d never even heard them approach. That was rather impressive, considering the size of the beasts. It was as though someone had taken a pair of Arizonan horned lizards and rebuilt them more on the lines of a tiger without leaving out any of the spikes, then expanded them to about the size of an Indian elephant and added six large, intelligent blue eyes. Understandably, Shiro froze in place.

Comments: OH. MY. GOSH. OK. SO. This bad boy is Part 1 of 3, so far, with a total series word count of 241,404 at the moment. This beautiful titan of a series is named Of The Pack, and it updates with great speed, considering it has two top tier authors working on it. The several OCs in this story are so lifelike and realistic and fit so well into the universe that I forget that they aren’t actually canon and I kind of miss them when I’m reading other Voltron fics. My favorite part is the world-building it does. Everything about this fic is so dynamic and multi-dimensional, from it’s characters to the epic plot - this is the exact opposite of lazy writing. I am so here for badass Pidge, and the matriarchal Galra culture and the dragons. I👏LOVE👏THIS👏FIC👏

Also there’s magic! (with a scientific explanation, of course)

A cool song that I think goes nice with this fic is Heroes by Måns Zelmerlöw.

  The Kids Are Alright by pugglemuggle

Word count:  10,430 (3/3)

Summary:   Three Garrison Cadets Missing After Freak Satellite Crash

By Mara Garrett, News Editor | The Guardian | Monday, June 13, 2103 7:40 A.M. ET

Two seventeen-year-olds and a fifteen-year-old went missing Friday night after a rogue satellite crashed into the desert a few miles away from the Galaxy Garrison Training Facility, reports say. Garrison officials were quick to cordon off the area, claiming many of the remaining satellite fragments were dangerous and unstable. Government search parties have been sent out into the surrounding desert areas. Details are forthcoming.

—

Her brother is missing. Lance’s sister isn’t about to sit quietly while the Garrison keeps lying to the press. No—she’s going to get to the bottom of this.

(Or: The paladins’ families team up to find their kids and overthrow the corrupt Garrison regime. Told through news articles, prose, the internet, and art.)

Comments:  The format of this is very intriguing and fresh. We get to see scenes of our favorite paladins through the eyes of their friends and families, from before they disappeared and the aftermath. The open ending is still satisfying and leaves you with a sense of determination and hope for these characters that you just couldn’t help but get attached to. If you’re big on government conspiracies then this is the fic for you!

  **Patty Cake by Froldgapp

Word count:  7,829 (6/6)

Summary:  Quiet, aloof, and alone, Keith is distant from the rest of the team. Hunk begins to suspect why, and it’s only when the red paladin pushes himself too far, the Voltron gang realise he’s just as vulnerable as the rest of them.

Comments:  Aaaaahhh this fic. Something about this one has me coming back to reread it all the time even though I always cry. It is just so angsty but in a more poignant, sharp, breathless kind of way. Some of the things the characters say send painful stinging jolts into your chest and you can feel your heart cracking and then you get angry because how dare (I mean ch4 tho holy sh*t). I just want to hug Keith so much ugh. Hunk’s protectiveness of Keith gives me the strength to finish this masterpiece every time. Also, this can kind of be Sheith if you squint (or not, if you don’t).

  The Message by Shipstiel

Word count:  132,787 (45/45)

Summary:  (4:07) okay, but considr this, and hear me out here (4:08) so like, a photobooth u can do with ur pets like there’ll be lil costumes that u can dress them up in, and u can do liek, period costumes and shit with them (4:09) omg, can u imagine, u and ur cat/dog, and theyre in a lil 1800s dress and one of those lace umbrella things omg so cute

(4:15) Why the FUCK are you texting me at four in the morning with this

— 

Keith is texted by accident by some idiot one day, and honestly he’s not even sure why he responds. Or why he keeps responding. Yet somehow he finds himself drawn in, and okay, so maybe this fool is mildly entertaining after all. Who would’ve thought.

Comments:  Slowburn Klance Wrong Number AU. These two are so cute I just can’t. This is the perfect story if you are looking for something effortless and relaxing to read. Even though this contains some softcore Langst, it is still a very cute and heartwarming story about two dorks slowly falling in love. It features Lance’s mother who I fell in love with here, and the kind of supportive nosy best friends that everyone wants in real life (i.e. Hunk, Pidge, and Allura).

  **The Quiet by MilkTeaMiku

Word count:  66,700 (32/32)

Summary:  Does he not realize he’s dead?

Keith can see ghosts. As a part of his Garrison training, he’s sent to a hospital to do one year of medical clerkship - it’s there that he meets a charmingly irritating chose who definitely needs to learn what boundaries are.

Comments:  Modern Ghost AU with eventual Klance. This fic is the most suspenseful story I have ever read in my life. Idk if it’s just me, but I just have this feeling building up paragraph by paragraph of an impending… something. And it has my heart racing which is crazy because it isn’t even particularly fast-paced. There’s just a heaviness to the words that have the hairs on the back of your neck prickling. I literally have to take a breather from reading sometimes to calm down. 

A couple cool songs I think set the mood for this fic is Smother and Mirror.

  Finding Home by spacegaykogane

Word count:  26,966 (6/6)

Summary:  After the wormhole collapses, Keith finds himself stranded on a strange planet. Alone. Until Lance comes along. With their lions dead and resources limited, Keith and Lance need to put aside their differences and work together to get home. Wherever that may be, now.

Comments:  Klance. I love Stranded fics where they have to work together to survive and bond over that. So yeah this one has some whump obviously, bc you know, crash landings aren’t very fun. This one is angsty but its balanced out by the fluffiness in the end.

  Cuddle Puddle by nothingwrongwiththerain

Word count:  46,782 (6/6)

Summary:  Unexpectedly, Shiro’s hand landed on the top of his head. Apparently with Lance and Hunk taking up all the shoulder real estate, Shiro would settle for ruffling Keith’s hair.

Keith was fairly certain his soul was about to detach and abandon his shaking body on the couch. He was surrounded, in the complete and total sense of the word, by other people. Not once before, not in his whole life, had he dealt with a situation like this one.

Or, five times Keith found himself too close for comfort and one time he couldn't get close enough.

Comments:  Klance featuring ace!Keith. Don’t be fooled by the fluffy summary, this is a very angsty fic with lots of Keith whump. Basically, as stated by the author, this story is about ‘Keith struggling with physical contact and learning to accept people care about him’. I love touch-starved Keith stories, like this one. I love the scenes with Kidge bros, featuring a super supportive Pidge. 

  At the Beginning by Sakuraiai

Word count:  64,203 (12/12)

Summary:  Inspired by Anastasia

King Zarkon of the Galra empire lost his only way in to the Kingdom of Altea. In his anger, he put a curse on the royal family. The young, adopted half Galran prince Keith disappeared when the palace was overrun, never to be seen again -- or so it seemed. The only surviving princess, Allura, grieving for her child, offers a reward for Keith's safe return.

Con artists, Lance and his best friend, Hunk plan to pawn off a phony to the princess, hoping to reap the rewards. They hold auditions and choose an orphan man who has a remarkable resemblance to the missing prince -- all the way down to his fluffy Galran ears.

Comments:  Can anyone say Anastasia AU?! I waited with baited breath for each chapter to come out and I was not once disappointed. I love the integration of the different alien races in this timeless story, it all works out so well. Keith just wants to find his mommy and I just want to cry. Also Kidge bros are still my fav as always.

  out of orbit by rbillustration

Word count:  78,135 (19/19)

Summary:  Dragged apart by Haggar’s attack on the wormhole, the paladins and Alteans struggle to survive and find one another again. Luck has placed them all within the same galaxy… but their fortune ends there. Lance is stranded with a badly-injured Shiro and his relief at finding their leader still accompanying him soon turns to terror. Keith may be the only who can rectify the situation - but the Galra have him in their grasp, and they don’t want to kill him. They want him as one of their own.

Comments:  ANGST. SO MUCH ANGST. A brainwashed Galra!Keith plus a Possessed!Shiro. This is the perfect recipe for disaster if I ever saw one. If lots of blood bothers you proceed with caution. I love stranded fics.

A good song rec for this one is Darkside.

  VLD Rec Lists:  [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] Here’s a Fic Masterlist for my other fandoms.

[auradonsxking]

@ladymalevxlent

Being honest Ben didn’t sleep much. It was like his mind wouldn’t shut off, between the memories that weren’t his and the fact that Mal had rejected him. He wasn’t sure which one hurt more. But he knew that the fact she had walked away caused him to question everything, made him wonder if she even felt the same way or if this was all about just coming to Auradon. It hurt, to put himself out there just to get pushed away. 

Still had had to fake the confidence, pretend that it was all okay in the morning despite his lack of sleep. He opted to leave the room early, not seeing Mal before the ballet. She would be there after, right now he had to meet up with Audrey who was going to get him ready. He had to look the part if he was going to convince Belle that he was her son. 

Hours later he was ready, his navy blue suit matching that of the royals. His hair was combed and neat for the first time in what was probably forever, and he had Audrey on his arm. But that didn’t prepare him for when they saw Mal, his breath taken away in an instant. “You look, breathtaking.” 

[lanaberryrawr]

Hello dearest Lana! It is I, trans girl! Victor Anon!! (°💗``) (thanks for the compliment on the nickname, twilight anon💝) and I have another idea for a ficlet,if you'd like. Maybe an Anastasia au with Vitya as Anastasia? Like he's a lost Russian prince or something? Maybe even in a modern setting?? Who knows, it's up to you!(he's a prince anyway 💙)

Hello trans girl! Victor Anon! :3 I’m so sorry this took so long to get to. Life has been hectic XD Also I loved this prompt, but it was a hard one to do! I’ve not seen the film for such a long time that I’d forgotten most of it (I had to google the plot just to make this… XD). I tried a sort-of modern setting, but didn’t get a lot of chances to properly incorporate it… XD But I hope you like it anyway! And I agree, he is definitely a prince :3 I also didn’t expect it to end on such a weird note and uuuuh cliffhanger… woops???

Yuuri couldn’t believe his luck.

The man walking beside him was everything beyond his wildestfantasies. He didn’t just look like the lost Russian Prince, he could almost behim. The shining silver of his hair was almost the same shade as the youngPrince’s, though cut shorter now. He had it trimmed around the back and let intoa loose fringe from the front, covering his face until he gently slipped itbehind his ear. He had the same pale skin, same piercing blue, deep set eyes.

An exact copy of what the lost prince might have looked likeat this age. The police had used their technology to try and paint how he’dlook later in life but those sorts of things were never really exact. Therewere too many factors that were missing, too many things that could happen inthat time that could change how a person looked.

Things like that made it easy for Yuuri to do the job hedid.

Awaiting in Paris was Yakov, a close family friend of the previousRussian Royal Family. Chased out of his country after the royal massacre, hehadn’t given up on finding the lost prince, despite the wilting hope after yearsof nothing. He had reward money waiting for anyone who brought the lost princeback to him.

The sort of money that could completely change Yuuri’s lifearound. And beside him, Vitya walked, almost a copy of Viktor Nikiforov.

“Yuuri? What are you thinking about?” Vitya asked, balancingupon a low wall of bricks with his arms splayed out. Padding close to him washis companion, a large poodle Vitya had lovingly named Makkachin after findingher as a stray on the streets.

Yuuri snapped his attention to the other man, smiling reassuringlyup at him. “Nothing, nothing. Are you excited to go to Paris? Have you ever been?”

Vitya’s eyebrows knitted together as he thought. “I don’tthink so. I don’t know.”

“You’d remember Paris.”

“I don’t know if I would.”

Yuuri decided not to push. Vitya’s answers to his questionshad been vague since they met, always running around until Yuuri was left tointerpret the real meaning. All he knew was that Vitya had grown up in anorphanage and didn’t seem to know much about his life previously – or waskeeping it a secret. The issue brought some wild thoughts to Yuuri that perhapsVitya wasn’t just an uncanny look-alike after all. But then he remembered thatthis was reality, not some fairy tale in which things just fell into place.

“Well,” he said, drawing the conversation back to his point.“You’ll like it anyway. It’s really beautiful. The city of love and dreams.” Hefelt a tinge of red bloom on his cheeks as he glanced to the stunning man besidehim. Vitya might not have been royalty, but he was as gorgeous as one, more sothan some Yuuri had seen. Not only were his looks Yuuri’s taste, hispersonality was too – he could be reserved, but he strived hard for thehappiness of others. The way he smiled had Yuuri’s heart fluttering and hislaugh was like music to Yuuri’s ears.

“What about food?” Vitya asked. He jumped from the wall andlanded beside Yuuri, looping their arms together. “What sort of food do theyhave there?”

“Uh, I heard pretty good. Parisian chefs are meant to be someof the best in the world.”

Vitya’s eyes widened at that. “Really? Now, that I amlooking forward to.”

“And they have gorgeous architecture. Many old buildingsstill stand at its centre. A river runs through the city centre too, and the mayoreven placed sand at its banks so that Parisians can feel like they’re at thebeach in the summer when they can’t get out of the city. They even call it a beach.”Yuuri couldn’t stop a smile from rising on his lips when he realised he had allof Vitya’s attention. He weaved as he walked, directed completely by Yuuri’sdirection and allowing the younger man to move him around. Yuuri continued, “Theyhave stalls out on the streets of food you can eat, things like proper French friesand the best ice cream you’ll ever taste. The streets are lined with flowersand trees and the whole city looks like a garden in the summer.”

“Wow,” Vitya gasped. “You make it sound like an imaginaryplace.”

“Well, it’s quite real, I promise you that.”

“And we can really go?”

“Yes. We can really go.” Yuuri ignored his heart hammeringat the statement, the guilt as it began to weave its way into every thought.

“Did you hear that, Makka? We’re going to be walking into afairy tale,” Vitya crooned down at the dog. She barked excitedly back.

A fairy tale. Yuuri swallowed back his hesitation and hopedhe could keep his resolve up until they got to Paris. Vitya would be given ahome, Yakov would be given closure, and Yuuri would have the reward money. Itall ended happily. So why did he feel so guilty? Why did he already feel enrapturedby the beautiful man beside him?

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Is the coffeeshop au tag ready for an update? Love your blog by the way!!

AND

Anonymous said:HEY I LOVE YOUR BLOG CAN YOU RECOMMEND LIKE ALL THE LONG, COMPLETED STEREK COFFEE SHOP AUS? THANKS IN ADVANCE YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME

HERE”S THE TAG! WHY ARE WE YELLING!? - ANASTASIA

Caffeine, caffeine, caffeine by ourfreewill

(1/1 I 539 I General I Corey/Mason)

It's short so the summary will spoil it.

The Freshest by nimiofftherails

(1/1 I 667 I General I Sterek)

Stiles takes a deep breath and mentally prepares himself to deal with the next customer. When he takes his position back at the register, he opens with the generic barista greeting Lydia made them all memorize, “Welcome to the Beacon Bean, we have a special coffee for the fall season made with fresh pumpkin sea-” and stops when he looks up to see the most beautiful human being on the entire planet. And his boss is Lydia Martin, so that’s saying something.

Coffee and Dates by stilesxlydiaxderek

(1/1 I 810 I General I Liam/Theo)

Theo owns a coffee shop. Liam is his costumer. Malia is fed up with them.

coffee beans and tea leaves by the_problem_with_stardust

(1/1 I 1,080 I General I Lydia/Laura)

“No.” Laura is barely through the door and she already knows the rest of her day is ruined.

Stiles turns from where he is standing at the stove, cooking something that smells delicious. Which can only mean one thing.

She drops her bag to the floor. “I am not getting sexiled from my own home.”

There's something about Thursdays by See_Kay_Write

(1/1 I 1,276 I General)

“ur just a random stranger and i’ve been ranting to you for like 20 minutes about how much i hate this one band but now several groups of people came up to you asking for pics and autographs, and oh shit it turns out you’re in the band i’ve been going on about” au

Most people in this situation would be insulted, or at the very least, annoyed by now, Derek reflected absently. He snuck a glance at his watch, yep, it had been twenty minutes now.

Cold Coffee, Warm Hearts by sterek_bitch

(1/1 I 1,297 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles and Derek are coworkers at a cafe. Derek has heard some rumours that something is up with Stiles from their friends. Desperate to find out what's going on with Stiles he keeps pestering him about it until Stiles gives.

Half of my heart is in Teavana by thenotsogingerale

(1/1 I 1,753 I General I Liam/Theo)

in which Theo is a college freshman with a gigantic crush on the barista of an expensive café called Liam and he literally spends all of his money on coffee just to see him every day

or the one that nobody asked for but here it is anyways

Both Of You? by brandileeder

(1/1 I 1,824 I General I Stetopher)

When Stiles first got the job it was because it seemed easy. He liked drinking coffee so why wouldn’t he like making coffee? He also really liked talking, knew he was outgoing and sociable. Besides it wasn’t like you needed a degree to be a barista, so he could get in with his zero job experience and crappy availability.

He’s content, really. His job is good, his courses are good and he likes the direction his degree is taking. He’s happy, but then, of course, love has to fuck it all up.

I Love You a Latte by S_Horne

(1/1 I 1,880 I General)

“Well,” Stiles shrugged, wrapping his hands tighter around the cup, “I’ll marry whoever made this cup of coffee.”

“Deal,” came a familiar voice.

/

Stiles shouldn't really talk before having at least two cups of coffee in a morning.

Auctioneer by Pride_of_Six

(1/1 I 2,396 I General I Sterek)

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen,” Stiles begins, “We’ve had a lot of success today, and I am sad to say that the auction is coming to a close… but we do have one final item to be auctioned off…” Derek sighs in relief, because even if it is just prolonging the inevitable, he needs all the time he can get to hype himself up to actually declare to one of his best friends that he’s in love with them—has been in love with them for years—and wants to go on romantic, sappy dates with them every day. “Me!”

“Derek, you should totally buy him,” Laura urges him, slapping at his arm excitedly with a wild grin lighting up her face, “Oh my god, imagine that: your first date together and you paid him for it!”

AKA Stiles is doing a fundraising auction for his cafe and Derek pines.

I Like You A Latte by allhomoallthetime

(1/1 I 2,691 I General I Allison/Scott/Isaac)

Isaac Lahey first saw Scott McCall eight months ago. Isaac Lahey has been pining after Scott McCall for those eight months. But between Scott's girlfriend, Isaac's insecurities and the fact that Isaac's just a barista at a cafe that Scott sometimes visits, it doesn't seem possible that anything could happen between them.

In that case it's good that a super-attractive, not obviously taken girl by the name of Allison (who totally doesn't remind him of Scott, Erica) just walked through the door. And the fact that she liked the pun he wrote on her cup in an uncharacteristic act of boldness? Bonus.

Of course it's just when things seem to be working out for Isaac that they start to get complicated again.

slow on the uptake by swarls

(1/1 I 3,658 I Teen I Sterek)

Laura brings Derek and the rest of her betas home to Beacon Hills. They find family in a coffee shop.

All I Want for Christmas is You (In an Ugly Holiday Sweater) by missakwatson

(1/1 I 3,711 I Teen I Sterek)

“Erica,” Stiles said sharply. “I am not asking a cashier who I just met if he’s single and interested. I don’t even know him yet! What if he’s a Marvel guy? Or–” — Stiles paused for dramatic effect — “–an economics major?”

Erica rolled her eyes, settling back into her own cushion and pulling out her headphones. “You come here almost every other day, dumbass. Get to know him. We still have three weeks until Christmas break.” She raised an eyebrow at Stiles before turning to her laptop, pointedly ending the conversation.

Stiles marveled at how skilled Erica was at challenging him to do things – scary, embarrassing things which usually involved speaking to other people – in a way that made it feel almost impossible to say no. If he blew his shot with this guy, though, there was no way he would live it down. Erica would make sure of it.

Date My Daddy by tabbytabbytabby

(1/1 I 3,835 I General)

When his daughter is born Derek moves out of Beacon Hills to keep her away from Kate. After Kate's death Derek returns to Beacon Hills and meets Stiles. Derek is immediately smitten, which doesn't go unnoticed by his daughter Emma.

For The Love Of The Game by rightsidethru

(1/1 I 4,055 I Teen I Steter)

Stiles has a favorite baseball team that he enjoys watching play.

Or, more specifically, he has a favorite player:

Peter Hale.

It’s just a little crush by twisch

(1/1 I 4,074 I General I Sterek)

“I know you’re my employer, but I just know that we’d be great together, and I think you’ve felt it too, so- why are you laughing at me?” Derek hadn’t meant to, but the question, in companion with her impression of their compatibility, had just caused him to break out into laughter. The offended look on her face and hurt in her eyes stopped him abruptly. He cleared his throat, clumsily putting the bowl down to turn towards her entirely instead.

- - -

OR: The one where Derek owns a coffee shop, talks about Stiles all the time and doesn’t realise his employees want to date him.

Black coffee Smile by Smol_Satan

(1/1 I 5,059 I Not Rated I Sterek)

"I mean at least with black coffee you get that sense of mystery and beauty, but what do I get? The sense of hyperactivity and diabetes"

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Stiles meets Derek in a coffee shop, where they guess your order based on your appearance, neither are very happy with their drinks but are thrilled with the outcome

One Americano, Please (Light on the Coffee and Heavy on the Fluff)' by Rashu89

(1/1 I 5,616 I Teen I Sterek)

If you asked him, Stiles would say he goes to Starbucks because of the good quality coffee and not all because of that tall, dark and handsome guy working there. But, honestly, who is he kidding?

Or the 5 times Stiles's crush on Derek is the reason why he keeps returning to the Starbucks near campus and the one time he was actually hoping not to run into the guy on his trip there.

start to believe for the first time by elizaham8957

(1/1 I 6,765 I General I Stydia)

"This place actually reminds me of a little coffee shop in my hometown.” He shrugged. “Maybe that’s why I keep coming back.”

“They do have really good coffee,” she offered, grinning at him slightly. Stiles laughed, nodding his head, before turning back to his homework, the conversation between them dying as they fell back into comfortable silence.

He was cute, Lydia had to admit. Not her typical type, but— ever since Jackson, she’d been a little leery of her typical type anyways. His nose turned up at the end, and he had a slight scattering of moles across his face, his jawline sharp and defined. But his eyes were what really got her— god, she had never seen eyes like his before. And it had been nice, chatting with him for those few couple minutes. He was funny, albeit a little awkward at times, with his flailing limbs and exaggerated facial expressions. But it worked for him— it was almost endearing.

Lydia decided that maybe sharing her table with him wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

Beauty in Seeing the Broken Rebuild by Diary

(1/1 I 9,860 I Teen I No Pairing)

A look at how Derek, Kate, and Allison could have not ended up standing on different sides.

[justsomebucky]

Cinderella (Part 3)

Summary: AU. After the tragic passing of reader’s father, reader is left with a cruel stepmother and two miserable step-sisters, who not only don’t care about her, but they use her for their own gain. Will a handsome stranger offer her the freedom she longs for?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,979

Warnings: mentions of death, angst, sadness, fluff, mentions of crime, mentions of murder, Tony Stark appears!

A/N: This is a RE-POST of my entry for the @stories-from-stark-tower ‘s AU movie challenge. It’s based off of the 2015 Disney adaptation of Cinderella, only with a bit of my own spin on it.

The ball gowns for your stepsisters and stepmother were hanging in the front closet, waiting for them to return home from the salon in town. Each stepsister had chosen a ghastly design, with bright fluorescent colors and ribbons that didn’t even match.

You weren’t sure why, when they were trying to be discreet, that they would let their terrible taste dictate any evening attire. At least your stepmother had chosen something a little more subtle, with a removable skirt in case she had to make a break for it.

Meanwhile, you were busy trying to reconstruct your own gown, and though you knew very little about sewing besides some basic mending you felt like you were doing a fair job so far.

The dress you were adjusting had been your mother’s favorite gown. It was a simple thing, really, without all the frills you had become accustomed to seeing on your stepsisters’ many dresses, but it suited you just fine.

The majority of the fabric was a soft pink, with white trim here and there. Your mom had always looked so lovely in this shade; it highlighted her brown eyes and her gentle features.

It wasn’t really your favorite color, but you wanted to wear this dress. It would be like taking a piece of your mother with you, to help you be brave and strong when you needed it to save the Prince and King from your step-family. You could practically hear her mantra, have courage and be kind, every time the fabric touched your skin.

And it certainly wouldn’t hurt for you to look your best, just in case you happened to run into a certain Royal Guard.

A small smile formed on your lips at the thought of him. How could it be that one brief encounter could have affected you so greatly? He probably didn’t even remember you.

Your smile faded into a frown. Why would he remember you? Besides, there would be Princesses and Ladies and other noble-persons there that would make a much better match for him than you.

You sighed out as you knotted the last piece of thread. The dress was finally finished, though your hopes of making a match tonight were dashed.

With the dress against your frame, you stood and moved to the mirror, smoothing the fabric down with a nod to yourself. Tonight wasn’t about you, it was about doing what was right at any cost.

You’d be damned if your stepmother and her wicked daughters were going to get away with this one.

After helping Drisella and Anastasia into their gowns, you made your way back upstairs to change into your stealth suit and gear. You had your dress rolled neatly in your bag, out of sight so that no one would catch you with it before you went your separate ways.

The plans to the palace that you’d gotten from Sam were folded in your bra (of all places). That was one place (you hoped) no one would ever look. You needed them just to be sure of where you were going and stay one step ahead of your stepmother.

Sam had also given you a call button attached to a bracelet. It was so small that no one would notice that what you were wearing wasn’t just another simple bangle. He’d told you to use it in case of emergency, and he’d come help you, or find someone who could. You knew your best friend was worried, and you tried to reassure him that everything would be okay, but he insisted that you be prepared.

Now you were grateful for the backup, even if you weren’t sure that you’d use it, or even be able to get to it if things took a turn for the worse tonight.

“CINDERELLA!”

You whirled around to the doorway, your stepmother’s shout echoing up the stairs.

“I’m ready! I had to get my gear,” you called back, trying to keep your voice even.

As you made your way down the stairs to the main foyer, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at how absurd they all looked.

Stepmother smirked at you. “Glad to see that you came to your senses about attending the ball,” she said evenly, raising one eyebrow at you. “I wouldn’t want there to be an…unfortunate accident for your Royal Guard friend.”

You swore your heart stopped for a moment. “H-how do you know about him?” Your hands began to shake, and your pack slipped from your shoulder to the floor.

“Silly girl, I’ve known that you keep a diary upstairs under the floorboard. I read it. How else can I know what is going on with you? You’re far too secretive to be trusted.”

You gaped at her, mouth open in shock. “You read my diary? You went through my belongings...how dare you? This is my father’s house, and you have no right-“

“I can do whatever I want, you brat!” she snarled, stalking over to you. She reached down and grabbed your pack, and you moved to grab it back from her, but were too late. “Let’s just make sure that Y/N has only what she needs for tonight, shall we, girls?”

Your stepsisters grinned smugly at you as they moved closer, tearing open the bag and yanking out your mother’s dress.

“I knew it!” Stepmother rounded on you, shaking the dress in your face. “I knew you weren’t to be trusted. You just couldn’t stop yourself, could you, Cinderella?”

“All of the maidens of the land are invited,” you retorted, trying to stay calm. “It was by order of the King!”

“She disobeyed you, Mother,” Drisella said gleefully, clapping her hands.

“We caught her, and now she has to be punished!” Anastasia added, joining her sister in celebration.

“Enough!” Your stepmother glared at them until they quieted, then turned to you again, her eyes hard and cold. She lifted the dress and began to tear it, piece by piece, before your very eyes. Her daughters joined in right after, and you couldn’t stop the tears from spilling from your eyes at the sight of the dress being ruined.

Your mother’s memory was literally being torn from your hands tonight, and it was being done with delight.

These women, all three of them, were truly evil.

“How could you?” you whispered, your voice barely loud enough for your own ears. “That was my mother’s dress, how-“

“How could I otherwise?” Stepmother tossed the remaining bits to the ground. “If you don’t do your job, and do it to the smallest detail of our plan, that won’t be the only thing I ruin for you, Y/N. Remember who you are and your place in this world. Do not disobey me again!”

Your whole body trembled as you stared at the bits of fabric on the ground, but you said nothing more. The trio grabbed their belongings and made their way outside to the waiting car.

After the door was closed behind them, you fell to your knees, grasping what was left of the gown in your hands. You buried your face in the soft cloth, letting all your sadness seep through your tears.

“I’m sorry, Mother,” you wept, the stress of it all finally getting to you. “I said I’d have courage, but I’m failing. But you...you were wrong. There’s no magic in this land, no hope left for me at all. I don’t...I don’t believe anymore.”

A moment later, you heard the front door open, and you looked up through your teary eyes to see a body silhouetted against the moonlight that poured into the doorway.

You stiffened, praying that it wasn’t one of your step-family returning.

The figure moved forward, and you saw a man standing with his hands tucked in his pockets. He was wearing a vest to match his dress pants, with an expensive-looking shirt and tie to complete the ensemble. Blue sunglasses adorned his face, though you couldn’t imagine why he’d need them in the dark of night. His brown hair was messy, and he gave you a confident smirk.

“Are you Y/N?” he asked. “Because I’m here to help a strong, capable woman, not someone sniveling on the ground.”

“Excuse me?” You lifted your chin, staring at him in disbelief. “I don’t know you, Sir, and I would presume that you don’t know me either. So let’s keep the judgments to ourselves, shall we?”

He grinned, moving closer to you. “There she is. That’s more like it. I needed to hear some snark to know it was really you, Y/N.”

“I’m not finding this any less confusing.”

The man took a few more steps, moving closer to you until he stopped and held out his hand. He nodded at you. “Time to get up, princess. You’ve got a heist to stop.”

It turned out that in your hustle to stop your stepmother from tearing your mother’s dress apart, you accidentally pushed the button on your bracelet. That’s what triggered the call to this man who was now in your front room, sitting on the chaise with his legs crossed as he watched you carefully.

His name was Tony Stark, and he was the brightest, most innovative man in the whole country. He was as rich as the monarchs, but free to use his wealth for his own wants and purposes.

And, it just so happened that he was your Godfather.

“If you’re really my Godfather, where have you been all these years?” you questioned, your voice a little accusatory. “You left me to rot with these awful people!”

“I didn’t know, to be fair,” he protested, holding his hands up in the air. “I didn’t know you were still alive, still kicking, I swear to you. When your mother passed, your father made me promise to look out for you each time he was on the road, but your stepmother here spread the news to my assistant that you had been killed. Y/N, I-“

You eyed him as his voice caught in his throat. He coughed in an attempt to clear it.

“Y/N,” he started again. “I would have never left you alone with these vile people had I known a thing about it. Please believe that.”

“Yes, well,” you said with a shrug, looking away. You didn’t want to show him how hurt you were. “I’ve got more important things to worry about tonight.”

“I know, Sam told me.” Tony pushed his glasses up his nose and stood, motioning for you to follow him. He grabbed a case and a large bag that were still propped up in the doorway, and the two of you wandered out to the back yard, where he set everything down.

“How do you know Sam? Why wouldn’t he have told you I was alive?”

“So many questions for one person,” Tony said, clucking his tongue at you. “Sam didn’t know that we were connected. He came to me asking for help because of my reputation for high tech gear. It wasn’t until we got to talking about you that I put two and two together, and now I’m here. So please, questions later, and stopping evildoers now, okay?”

You nodded reluctantly, and he clapped his hands together once.

“Great. Now, what should I pick first? Oh…I think you’ll be needing these.” He held up a set of keys and jingled them before tossing them to you.

You caught them with ease. “What are these for?”

“Your getaway car,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “Just in case.” Tony moved to open the case, turning it toward you.

Inside were all sorts of high-tech gadgets and equipment. You saw new night vision glasses, which you desperately needed as yours were terribly scuffed. There was a new wireless earpiece with a longer built-in range and more available channels. You let your fingers run lightly over all gear until they stopped on a gun.

“I’m not using that,” you said sharply, pulling your hand away. “I won’t.”

“You might need to, princess,” Tony said with a shrug. “You don’t have to use it unless you have to use it, got it?”

You chewed your lip nervously. “What will it matter if I can’t even get to the Prince to warn him?”

Tony furrowed his brows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

With a quick sigh, you gestured at your stealth suit. “I can’t exactly walk into a royal palace wearing this. They’ll lock me away before I even make eye contact with a single person in the ballroom.”

“No,” he agreed with a laugh. “You wouldn’t even make it up the drive.” Tony turned to the larger bag, smirking at you over his shoulder. “It’s a good thing your godfather came prepared, then, isn’t it?”

When he opened the bag, he revealed the single most beautiful ball gown you’d ever laid eyes on. It was blue and shimmered in the light, and it had little butterflies all over it.

“That is lovely,” you sighed out, longing to touch the fabric. You reached out for it and realized that it was open on the back. “This dress isn’t finished, Tony.”

“Oh!” He chuckled. “No, here, put it on.”

You slipped your arms through, bringing the dress up around your body. As soon as you did, you felt it enclose itself around you, winding the fabric together itself. “How-?”

Tony splayed his hands out in front of him. “What, do you think I don’t know how to make pretty stealth suits? Come on, Y/N. Give your godfather some credit here.” He moved around behind you to make sure the suit had finished binding itself together. “It’s new lightweight tech, made so that you can move around easily once you have to run. I’ve got a couple suits of my own with tech like this, although they aren’t exactly ball gowns.”

He circled around you, pointing to the ruffles along the neckline. “Each little butterfly has a smoke bomb woven into it, because number one those are cool, and number two you might need a cover.”

Tony moved back around to look at you. “There’s one more feature on the dress itself that is unique to your experience tonight. If you push the button tucked in right cap sleeve, the dress will disintegrate without harming you. It will be as if you were never at the ball, as if there was never any dress. Once you push that button, though, you’ve got to hightail it out of there and get to wherever you were planning on going, or else your stealth suit underneath will be revealed. They might think you are there to harm rather than help.”

“Got it,” you told him, completely awestruck. You marveled at the idea of one dress being so useful. “What about my face?”

He frowned. “You’ve got a lovely face. Don’t put yourself down.”

“No, I- I mean, what if my step-family sees me? They’ll recognize me right away, and I’m sure they’ll merely shoot to kill this time.”

“Ah. I almost forgot.” Tony wiped a hand down his face in thought, before reaching into the case. He clipped something to your hair that looked like a diamond butterfly with a small, translucent mesh piece attached that covered your face. “This will project a different face to the crowd. Anyone that is eight inches or less from your face will see the real you.”

“Eight?” you questioned. “Why eight?”

He gave another shrug. “A foot seemed too far, and six inches, too close. This means that you absolutely have to dance with the Prince. He’ll know your face, and if the guards come for you he can vouch for you. And just maybe, if you see your guard, he’ll recognize you, too.”

You smiled at him gratefully. “Thank you so much. I don’t know how I can repay you.”

“You can repay me by being careful, and, you know, preventing the whole ‘collapse-of-the-monarchy’ thing.” Tony grinned at you, his eyes blinking a few extra times before he grabbed you into a warm hug. “Go get ‘em, Y/N’”

You pulled back and gave a reassuring nod. “I can do this.” You turned to grab the gear when Tony stopped you with a hand on your arm.

“What?” you asked, brows furrowed. “Have I forgotten something? I’m going to be late!”

“Your shoes,” Tony said, shaking his head. He moved to the bag again, digging through it.

You peered down at the dark boots on your feet. “I always wear these on jobs. Won’t the skirt cover them up?”

“Maybe, but I’m not having my goddaughter out at the royal palace with these big ugly work boots. Have some style,” he retorted. He turned and set something down in front of you. “Try them.”

Your hands pulled the skirt of your dress aside, you finally saw what he was referring to. “Glass slippers? Won’t those be a little difficult to run or fight in?”

“Try them,” he said again, looking rather pleased with himself.

You sighed and kicked off your boots, stepping carefully into the slippers. They were actually quite comfortable.

“Nice, huh?” He wagged his eyebrows at you. “And if you’ll notice, they don’t make a sound when you walk. It will help you sneak around if you need to.”

“Really?” You tested this out by walking around on the concrete steps a bit. There wasn’t even a single little click from the heels. “Impressive!”

“Now get going my dear, and remember the entire kingdom is riding on this. No pressure.”

“Thank you for everything.” You forced a smile to your face to stifle the anxiety in your stomach.

Once your gear had been gathered, you slid into the car Tony lent you, and took off to the palace. The ball had surely started by now.

You just hoped you weren’t too late.

Part 2 - 4

no tags because it’s a re-post from December 18th, 2016. I am moving it from another blog. It was probably the second thing I ever wrote for this fandom so please forgive me in advance.