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thlayli-ra · 1 month ago

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Hey hey, le me again, I figured I’d do a fluff ficlet request as well since you said the more the merrier!

I really liked “Getting them something from the store when they only mentioned it in passing”, I adore cute little gestures like that and I think it would be really good with AJPunk, either way would work, I don’t have a preference for who’s going to the store, I know I’ll love it either way. I hope you’re not getting too swamped right now, this offer is just too good to pass up.

Are you kidding me???? First you give me Dick Rick/Mox whump and now MY OTP???? Three words... Hell Fucking YEAH!!!!!!!

Treat - 'Getting them something only mentioned in passing'

Characters - AJ Lee, CM Punk, Larry

Rating - Teen and up

Warnings - None apply

AJ knew that Punk's road to recovery would be tough but today was a particularly bad day. Not nearly as bad as his broken foot a couple years back, at least, that had been two and a half months of living hell! Probably because he had to remain in bed and couldn't do even the most basic of things like taking Larry out for a walk to get some fresh air. Punk was the same as AJ; a human hummingbird. He had to keep busy, keep moving or else he'd die.

'You mean sharks,' he'd said to her when she'd made the mistake of telling him the analogy once. 'Sharks have to keep moving or else they'll die.'

'Mmmm, nah, I think it's hummingbirds.'

'I'm telling you Ape, it's sharks. Hummingbirds perch all the damn time. Anyway,' he muttered under his breath, 'sharks are way cooler.'

She'd admitted defeat on that occasion, one of the incredibly rare times she did so. Mainly because she had an inkling she was wrong but that was beside the point. Punk was out injured, depressed and needed a win.

Today was another such day. She eyed his right arm strapped firmly in the hinged brace, almost identical to the one he'd worn on his other arm the year before. That injury had almost been something of a relief, a valid excuse to keep him away from a toxic environment that had been growing more poisonous by the week until Punk could no longer tell which of the greetings shot his way were friendly or chimpanzee smiles, hissing at him through clenched teeth. It had all blown up catastrophically and Punk was in no rush to return, nor did he have to thanks to his torn tricep.

(And the suspension too, of course.)

But now, with this injury, his third is almost as many years, it was a different story. He had just returned to WWE, the stars had finally aligned and the brightest among them that he had chased his entire career (re; his entire adult life) was finally within his grasp. He was going to headline Wrestlemania, finally take his place among the spotlight of the immortals.

However, the ground crumpled out from beneath him and instead of walking out of the Royal Rumble victorious, he hobbled out clutching his arm. An accident, more to do with the way he took the fall rather than the way Drew McIntyre executed the move, but Punk was still bitter about it. He had every right to be.

Particularly today, the day of Elimination Chamber. He was being uncharacteristically quiet and AJ found him on the couch flicking through all his colleagues posts on his phone. 'I should be there, Ape,' he sighed dejectedly. 'I was gonna win the thing and go on to challenge Seth for his title at Wrestlemania. Instead I'm sitting on my ass, squeezing a fucking foam ball every few minutes.'

'I know, baby,' AJ tried to offer what comfort she could, brushing his hair off his brow and planting a kiss on his temple. 'I'm sorry. Is there anything I can get you?'

'Nah, I'm good.'

'Not even a coffee.'

'No, thanks.'

Holy shit! Things were really bad if he was refusing a coffee. He was low, as low as she'd seen him in a long time and she needed to do something to help. Something big!

It was then that she remembered the moment shortly after he'd woken up from surgery a few weeks ago. She was there at his bedside, like she always was, when Punk, dozy from the anaesthetic, turned to her. 'Ape,' he'd said, his face as serious as the grave, half-lidded hazel eyes boring into her dark browns, 'I would destroy this entire building and everybody in it to get my hands on some Dr Crankenstein's Peanut-Butter Stuffed Goober-Heads right now!'

She'd blinked back at him for a moment. 'Ok, good to know,' she replied. 'I saw a vending machine outside, you want me to go buy you some-'

'AJ, AJ, AJ, Ape, Ape, Ape,' he whittled, wobbling his head from side-to-side. 'You sweet, beautiful creature, you' (Punk was extra affectionate when he was drugged up to his eyeballs, ironically) 'you can't just go buy them, they're not in season. They only bring 'em out for my birthday. And, you know, Halloween. Hence... hence' (she didn't know why he felt the need to say it twice), 'why I said I would destroy every brick in this fucking building and every man, woman and child in it to get my hands on them.'

'Oh...' Damn, he was lucky he was high as a kite right now or else she'd be a little concerned. 'Ok then, sweetie.'

'Except for you,' he added, clutching at his wife's hand. 'You're way too beautiful and amazing. I could never destroy you.'

'Ok. Good to know. Thanks.'

Inspiration struck! (She was a fucking genius!)

She would find those Gooby-watcha-thingies, even though it was only February, and she would present them to Punk to help him out of his depression. She imagined his face when she handed them over, how it would light up and his eyes fill with tears and his lips tremble as he uttered out 'how...' and she'd just shake back her hair and go 'because I am the best in the world'.'

No wait, that was his catchphrase. Damn... she'd think of line later.

Sneaking off to the back door, AJ pulled on her jacket and laced up her Chucks then popped Larry into his stroller.

'Larry,' she said, snapping on a pair of dark shades. 'Let's roll!'

The first place she tried was a short walk down the block. She found nothing in the candy aisle and tracked down a poor, unsuspecting employee to help her. 'Hey,' she said to the guy who looked to be in his early twenties and really didn't want to be here today, let alone serve some crazy lady pushing her tiny werewolf around like a baby. 'I was wondering if you happen to sell any Goober-Heads?'

'Any what?'

'Goober-Heads. You know, those things with peanut butter in them, made by uh, something-stein, um doctor or professor... Funkenstein or...'

'Dr Crankenstein?' The guy asked with a raised eyebrow.

'That's the guy!' AJ cheered. 'You got any of those?'

'Lady, this is February. They only come out in October around Halloween.'

'Yeah, I know that, but you might, I dunno, have one or two just lying around? Like in the back or something?'

'You think we have a secret stash of months-old candy in the back? In like, a super-secret closet? The same one we keep the Ark of the Covenant in?'

AJ knew she was being mocked. But also, kinda didn't care. She was on a mission from God. 'Do you?'

'No, lady!'

Hmm, worth a shot.

Being polite didn't work so in the next store she tried being flirty. 'Excuse me, kind sir?' she asked an older employee, pulling her shades down enough for her enormous chocolate eyes to look over them alluringly. 'Do you mind helping lil ol' me out?' Oh, so we're going for Southern Belle are we? Interesting...

'Of course, how can I help?' Oh dear, he sounded very professional and she suddenly spotted the word 'manager' on his name tag but she carried on in spite of the warning signs.

'You see, I'm having such a terrible time of it lately, you have no idea-'

'I'm sorry to hear that, m'am.'

'Oh, you're too kind. Why, firstly I was jilted by the man I loved with all my heart then I married another out of spite, a soldier who went off to fight then up and died from the measles-' And now, we're just reeling off the plot of Gone with the Wind. Great! '..and here I am, a widow in mourning with a child to raise by myself and all's I long for is my stolen youth.'

'I... see,' the manager said, sounding so very concerned and supremely confused. 'I am really, very sorry to-'

'But, you know what would make all this hurt and pain in my heart disappear?' AJ took a step in closer and whispered huskily 'every packet of Mister Crookenstein's Peanut-Butter Filled Cooker-Heads you have.'

The sudden change in tone broke every wire in the poor guy's brain. 'W-what?'

'If you'd be so kind?'

'Do you mean... Dr Crankenstein's Peanut-Butter Stuffed Goober-Heads?'

'Yes, those.'

'Um, M'am, I am terribly sorry for the loss of your husband and your, um... youth, but we don't currently have any Dr Crankenstein's Goober-Heads in stock. It's February.'

'Not even in the back? Like a secret stash in some kind of super-secret closet?'

The manager stared back at her blankly.

'I'll just show lil ol' me out, then.'

Next store, she channelled her inner Karen (she had to reach deep, deep down inside of her) 'You!' she screeched at the closest employee, her shrill voice making Larry jump inside his stroller. 'I want to speak to a manager!'

'That would be me, m'am,' a woman stepped out from behind the till, with a neatly pressed polo shirt and a 'don't-fuck-with-me' look on her face. AJ gulped and considered bolting for the door but then thought of her husband at home, scrolling mournfully through his phone and the vision was so tragic she kept her ground.

'Oh, good! I want every single one of your Dr Pepperstein's Peanut-Butter Crammed Goober-Heads this second cause I know you have some in the back and I won't be leaving without any.'

The manager took in a deep breath to keep herself good and calm. 'M'am, they only release Goober-Heads in October for-'

'I don't care. I am a paying customer and the customer is always right. Have one of your staff search the back and find me some Glooper-Heads-

'Goober-Heads!'

'Uh, yes, Goober-Heads or else!'

The manager drew in another breath, staring daggers at AJ while she plucked her radio off her belt. 'Mack? This is Samira. Can you please search the back for any Dr Crankenstein's Peanut-Butter Stuffed Goober-Heads.'

'Goober-Heads? But this is Feb-'

'Just do it, jackass.'

She flicked off her radio and the two women stared one another down for ten long, long minutes until the radio crackled and Mack informed them that he had hunted high and low but found nothing.

'See?'

'Yeah, but did he try the super-secret-'

'Get out of my store!'

'Fine.' Letting out a huff, AJ turned around. 'But you'll be getting a very firmly-worded e-mail from me about this!'

The following stores all followed the same pattern;

'Goober-Heads?'

'In February?'

'I'm sorry, m'am, they're not in season.'

'They only release them around Halloween.'

'No, miss, we don't have any "lying around" in the back.'

'What do you mean "secret stash"?'

'I've said it once and I'll say it again, there's no such thing as a super-secret closet.'

Until AJ had to admit defeat and began the long, slow march home. Larry must have sensed her melancholy as he gave her hand a comforting lick. 'Thank you,' she smiled sadly when all of a sudden the little dog made a strange noise and began to pad his feet impatiently. She followed his gaze as he gave out a yip and gasped.

There on the corner, was a store she'd never seen before. An odd, little shop that looked dark inside but the red fluorescent light said it was 'open' so she took the chance and steered the stroller towards it.

The interior smelled of incense and had way too many curtains but there was a cash register in one corner, a fridge stuffed full of bargain basement soda brands buzzing in the other and an ancient coffee machine looming ghoulishly over her, suggesting it was indeed a convenient store. She wouldn't have been surprised, however, to find this place sold mogwais.

AJ spotted an old-fashioned reception bell on the counter so she went over and dinged it and waited for a reply. A head suddenly popped up from behind one of the shelving units, greeting her with a 'yes, how can I help you?'

'AAAAGGGGHHHH!!!' Clutching at her heaving chest, AJ tried to compose herself. 'I... um, do you... do you have any...' Only now, after everything she'd done that day, did it finally hit her how dumb she sounded. She hung her head. 'You know what, forget it.'

Turning Larry around, she began to head for the door when the shop assistant stepped out from behind the unit and eyed her. 'You've been searching for something, haven't you?'

AJ blinked rapidly at him. 'How did you-?'

'You have the steely look of determination and the stench of fatigue that comes with a formidable quest.' AJ scrunched up her nose at that, feeling insulted and more than a little tempted to lift up her arm and check. 'Tell me, young lady, what do you seek?'

'Um... Dr Crankenstein's Peanut-Butter Stuffed Goober-Heads?'

'In February?'

Her heart sank. 'I know, I know. They're out of season.'

The shop assistant glanced around him, shuffling over to the blinds at the window and peered out. 'Can you be trusted?'

'Uh... yeah?'

'Do you swear to take this secret with you to the grave?'

A bit dramatic for a packet of candy but, yeah, sure, whatever. 'I swear.'

The strange man lingered at the window a moment more than made a dash for counter. 'Follow me.' He lifted up one of the many curtains for her and Larry to enter through and AJ found herself in the storage area at the back, piled high with boxes and crates. But the man carried on, walking over to a huge, ornate closet made of dark wood and carved with intricate markings. It was pad-locked. He used a key on a chain around his neck to unlock it.

'Now, remember,' he said to her as he grasped the burnished metal handles, 'never breath a word of what you have witnessed today.'

She gave a firm nod. The doors were flung open, and a great light blinded her for a moment. As she blinked back into reality, what she saw was... beautiful! 'The Super-Secret Closet...' she hushed out under her breath.

'Here,' the shop assistant said, pressing a plastic packet into her hand. Angels sang in her skull when she spied those infamous words printed in black, loopy letters. Dr Crankenstein's Peanut-Butter Stuffed Goober-Heads. 'That'll be twenty dollars.'

It was a fucking rip-off! They only cost like five bucks.

She bought ten.

Then dashed home, her glorious treasure carefully stashed in the basket under Larry's stroller, both members of the triumphant fellowship holding their heads up high. Her feet were light as a feather, walking on air as she skipped up her driveway, unlocked the door and booped it open with the side of her butt and-

'Hey, you're back!' She jumped a mile when Punk manifested in the doorway behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. 'I missed you both so much.' Placing his lips against her neck, he peppered her with kisses, making her eyelids flutter and she swooned back against his strong chest.

'You seem happier?' she noted, looking up at him. Soft, hazel eyes glistened back at her.

'I am. Now that you're here.'

'Me?'

The corner of his lips curled and she was putty, melting under the influence of a blowtorch. 'You always brighten my day, no matter how low I feel. You always make it right, just by being you. I love you, Ape.'

In that moment, her mission dulled in importance and she walked away, leaving her precious bounty behind. Right now, what her husband needed... was her. So she sat with him and watched tv, cuddled into his side while Larry sprawled over both of them and snoozed with his little pink tongue sticking out between his distinctive fangs. They ate junk food and ordered take-out and laughed and kissed and talked about anything other than the PLE unfolding in Australia.

Later on, when Punk went to take Larry out for his evening walk he felt something large in his jacket pocket. To his utter amazement, he pulled out an unopened packet of Dr Crankenstein's Peanut-Butter Stuffed Goober-Heads!

'What the fuck?!'

From the living area, AJ lifted her head up lazily from her book and glanced over. 'Everything ok, baby?'

'Did you get these?' He waved the bag at her.

She made a face and shook her head. 'Never seen them before in my life.'

'They're like, my favourite candy of all time! But they're impossible to find this time of year.'

'Maybe you had them in your pocket this whole time and just forgot about them?'

'Yeah... maybe...'

AJ returned to her book, a small, sly smile on her lips when warm arms engulfed her shoulders and lips nuzzled into her hair, kissing her passionately. 'I fucking love you, April Jeanette Mendez!'

Her cheeks began to turn pink and she beamed back bashfully.

'I love you too!'

*I am never writing Dr Crankenstein's Peanut-Butter Stuffed Goober-Heads ever again!!!

#Thlayli's Trick or Treat #Thlayli-writes #aj lee #cm punk #punklee #ajpunk #wrestling fanfiction #wwe fan fiction #fic request #fluff

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captmickey · 18 days ago

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Ficlet prompts:

-Adult Rosella is home for the first time in a while, and is facing some kind of problem, and seeks out Number One’s advice. He’s a bit surprised, because of course he was always there for her when she was little, but didn’t think she’d want his help now.

- The Three Adventurers are in unexpected difficulty due to getting a couple of potions mixed up.

Did the first prompt! Took a while but we're here~

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Number One sat at his desk with his chin propped up with a hand, staring at the woman in front of him who was laying her head on his parchment-covered desk flicking back and forth the feathered pen that was in the ink jar.

He hadn’t seen her in well over a while, knowing she had been courted by the prince of Etheria, Edgar and had been spending time with him in his kingdom, but her mannerism was just the same as when she was a child. This particular mannerism, Number One recalled, could be one of two things - either she was bored or she was going through some form of a conundrum and needed his help without outright saying so.

Considering her current predicament of the aforementioned courting, Number One figured it was the latter.

And he was never going to shoo Rosella away.

Rosella let out a sigh, flicking inadvertently loose blonde strands from her face as she continued to flick the feather while Number One merely raised a brow out at her.

“You wish to talk about it, your highness?” He asked.

“No.” She paused, blue eyes looking at him and then back to the feather. “...Yes. I dunno.”

“Should I guess? Or will I decipher the conundrum through your humming and huffing?”

Rosella snorted but kept her focus on the quill. She knew just as well as he did that he was going to guess correctly. He always does. This was just his one offer to let her beat him to the punch and not feel so, as she once complained, ‘thoroughly and utterly humiliated’.

She opened her mouth to answer but her face scrunched up and soon closed her mouth once more, sighing.

Alright, guessing it is, he thought.

“Is it about Edgar?” He asked.

Her finger froze and Rosella looked at him momentarily. The answer, though silent, was loud and clear. Number One, however, frowned.

“Did he do anything to upset you?” He continued.

“No.” she answered, moving her head so that her chin may lay on her now crossed arms. “Not really… he’s been kind and considerate. Absurdly so, really. But I fear that I’m… well, still not sure how I feel about him. That my feelings aren’t matching with him.”

“Hm.”

“I’ll just say it. I need advice.”

“If it’s about romance, I will have to point you towards Number Two or Kyle and Larry.” He reminded her. “With age comes wisdom, but tragically romance still eludes me.”

“I know, but I need your advice the most.” Rosella said, frowning a little.

It saddened him to see her like this, he thought she loved him… or at the very least grew some form of attraction. Then again, he wasn’t exactly hawk-eyed when it came to romance, according to Number Two. He sighed himself and lowered his arm to the table, leaning slightly on his desk as she kept toying the pen.

“And you want my advice?” He reiterated.

“Yes, because I know you’ll be straightforward with me.” She tapped her finger on her arm and looked away, trying to think. “Even though I know you’re going to judge harshly.”

“I have an apparent notoriety for it, regardless of you.” He smirked just a little.

“My point is proven.” She smiled briefly before sighing once more.

“Alright… I’ll give it a shot.” He readjusted himself, glancing around the room to find his words before looking at her. “From my knowledge, Edgar is kind, considerate, and to quote Number Three is absolutely head over heels for you… but as you said now, you’re not feeling the same.”

She nodded.

“And it’s not as though you had denied his courtship before…”

“I did it twice.”

“Yes. Yes you did.” He recalled Valanice being respectful of her daughter’s choice, but he could see the look of slight disappointment, especially when Rosella’s twin brother had already found someone as quickly as he did. “Do you even like him? Aside from a potential suitor, but just as friendly company?”

Rosella stopped flicking the feather and let out a quiet ‘huh’ before sitting up a little straighter.

“Wait, has that thought not come to mind?” Number One, however, blinked. “Has no one asked you that?”

“N-no. No, I mean, well–”

“Rosella, have you never viewed him as a friend first?” Number One leaned forward.

“No! Why would I? Every man I have ever met has either tried for my hand, is my father, twin, or you. Why on Earth would I ever view another man as just a friend?”

“Because that’s a perfectly normal thing to want? A friend? Not everyone has some ulterior motive??” He was slowly losing his formal tone in favor of his more loose tone. One he tried to reserve exclusively to Number Two or Graham behind closed doors.

“Yeah, but Edgar outright asked to court me!” Rosella countered, also dropping her quiet and demure voice to her natural tone. “Why would he want just a friend?!”

“Because you were the first nice person he has met that hadn’t bloody kidnapped him?!”

“I–” A pause and her eyes widened before she swiftly smacked her forehead and slouched on the chair. “Oh, BOLLOCKS!”

“Language!” He scolded. “I did not assist in raising you for vulgarity!”

“I’ve heard you say worst things.”

“Lies.”

“Starts with a female parental figure and ends with ‘er’.” She said, hand still over her eyes from the initial slap.

Number One shook his head and sighed, propping his head up once more. “So potty mouth and stupidity aside, have you seriously never contemplated on the off chance to have Edgar as a friend first? See if maybe the feelings blossom into something genuine?”

“...Admittedly no.” She confessed. “I’ve always just assumed courtship was all at stake for me.”

“You of all people should know assumptions and expectations don't work with this family” He said. “In fact, when have the rules of conduct ever been followed so closely? From your father who won the crown instead of being born to it to your mother who freed herself from the tower with the help of those she loved and even your own twin who rescued himself from his kidnapper. Why should normality be your thing? Why not have your means of finding someone be on your own merit?”

He scoffed and Rosella lowered her hand, looking at him as he had a playful, yet soft, smile to him. “Normality does not run in your blood, Rosella.”

She smiled back and sat up right.

“Befriend him– explain it, of course, don’t leave the poor man hanging, but try befriending him. If it works, it works. If not, well, at least you have a new friend.”

Rosella stood up and went around the table to properly hug Number One, knowing fully well that the old Captain was not one for physical touch but smiled from ear to ear as he held her close.

“Thank you, Ken.”

“Of course, Rosella.”

#mickey writes #kings quest

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1dcommunityficrecs · 10 months ago

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Genfic!

Happy Singles Awareness Day to all my single pringles out there! Enjoy the half-price leftover chocolate, you deserve to treat yourself. And while you do, please enjoy the third community-sourced reclist, full of fics that AREN'T all about dating and love and sex and romantic happily-ever-afters (those stories are also great, but they can have the other 365 days of this leap year to be celebrated).

Please, leave a kudos, a comment, a reblog, a bookmark, whatever way you like to show your platonic love for these wonderful creators. And then, get ready for the next category -- community-suggested and community-voted!

That's The Way Love Goes by red_panda28 (8800, Not Rated, Louis Tomlinson & Liam Payne and Louis Tomlinson & Niall Horan) - fic post

Liam is going through a break up. Louis remembers his own break up in the past

Reccer says: at its core it's a Larry fic, but the main focus is on Louis friendship with Liam (and Niall)

There's Nothing In Our Way That Can't Be Moved by LiveLaughLoveLarry (2770, General, None)

Based on We Made It from Walls. Louis reflects on the people who have stood by him through thick and thin, and how far they've come.

Reccer says: This fic reminds me how proud I am of Louis and everything he's fought to accomplish -- and I'm so proud to be able to support him and watch him flourish.

Pals and Confidantes by yeah_alright/uhoh-but-yeah-alright (2500, General, Niall Horan & Liam Payne & Harry Styles & Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Golden Girls AU - Older OT4 friends sitting around eating cheesecake and sharing their worst date stories

Reccer says: I love that it's all dialogue - written like a script. So fun and funny! Great golden girls vibes with so many fun 1d tidbits sprinkled throughout!

Virginia is for Lovers by haztobegood (1700, General, Niall Horan & Harry Styles) - fic post

Harry and Niall go hiking in the Appalachian Mountains.

Reccer says: A short and sweet canon compliant fic

For One of the Least of These by LadyLondonderry (6500, General, Horan & Zayn Malik & Liam Payne & Harry Styles & Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

The one where Harry, Liam, Niall and Zayn are witches and Louis is the fox with a curse.

Reccer says: This fic has excellent banter and hilarious hijinks as the boys try to break a magical curse

Housewives of Our Lives by homosociallyyours (500, General, Niall Horan & Zayn Malik & Liam Payne & Harry Styles & Louis Tomlinson)

A Girl Direction ficlet where ot5 gets together to watch The Real Housewives of New York together. Because it's gay and they're gay and why the heck not?

Reccer says: This fic is proof there should be more girl direction ot5 friendship fics. Their dynamic in this fic is incredible!

Rising to the Occasion by LadyAJ_13 (3800, General, Niall Horan & Liam Payne & Harry Styles & Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

OT4 participate in the Great British Stand up to Cancer Bakeoff

Reccer says: The friendly competition of GBBO combines with the playfulness of 1D for this wholesome treat of a fic!

bad luck to talk on these rides by wordsnnotes (10430, General, Liam Payne & Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: mentions of aphobia

Liam just started dating Zayn and is desperate to make a good impression on Louis, his best friend. But things are off to an awkward start.

Reccer says: The friendship that developed between them became so meaningful, and I loved the platonic love that grew between them.

A Special Bond by Neondiamond (1110, General, Harry Styles & Niall Horan) - fic post

Niall and Harry take Harry's daughter Lilah out to see the Christmas lights over London.

Reccer says: It's very cute and sweet, both Niall and Harry dote on little Lilah. The linked pictures add a neat multimedia element as well!

#genfic #category 3 #rec list #one direction #louis tomlinson #niall horan #zayn malik #liam payne #harry styles #tracksintheam #ficsfor4am #1dficvillage #1dsource #allwaswell16 #alwaysxlarrie #girl direction source

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diamondwerewolf · 4 months ago

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Starving

Gym Leader Larry / Champion Geeta Short 700 word ficlet. Possibly suggestive, but nothing explicit. (Not thoroughly checked for mistakes.)

Geeta has always been eager to satisfy one of Larry's neglected appetites. Surprisingly, he agrees.

That was so like her…

To have caught him while he was starving. Damn it all, now that he’d had a taste of what it was like to be completely alone with her, he was antagonized by cravings.

In an orderly fashion, Larry and Geeta had made private arrangements. Yes, they agreed to yet another dinner out and about in Medali after league duties. Anxious it was at first, but now it was slipping into a more comfortable routine.

He couldn’t believe he was thinking this.

After dinner, he hoped she would want to stay the night. Just like last time.

Last time was very new, actually. He could admit to being out of his mind for accepting her first and second proposal. But, the first time, he was in it for that ever elusive reservation at an eatery he’d heard nothing but good things about. She clearly had connections or friends somewhere to secure a table, and rightfully, thought him a suited plus one to the experience.

It being a date didn’t even occur to him until Geeta formally acknowledged the position she was putting him in.

The gentle hand on his knee beneath the table, the sincere look in her eyes, was a stranger to him.

“I understand this is…taboo?” She looked like she was having difficulty bringing herself to continue. She was shy? She was nervous?

“And I don’t want you to think you have to accept anything more from me, because you’re my employee. There are no consequences to telling me no. We can…we can part ways tonight and never speak of this again.” He’d never seen La Primera chew her cheek.

The explanation for a few years of awkwardness and tension snapped him sharply over the back of his neck. Her eyes constantly on him, her presence never too far away. Was that really it?! She liked him?!

Jarring, unprofessional, unexpected, exquisite… the heat of her palm, rolling over and seeping into his joint. He could remember his heart pounding in his ears as all matter of mind, and body argued in the court inside of him.

For a split second, she ceased to be his boss, and he opened his eyes wide and saw her anew as a young, eager woman.

He could have told her no, but…

What wonders a little pat could do. He could be convinced she was a witch, the way her touch woke him up and set something abuzz all down his back. He should have scolded himself for being so simple. He was more of a dog than a man at that moment.

Larry could hardly answer coherently. She had apologized profusely for frazzling him, and covered the bill.

His curiosity -and other bottled up things- allowed their trysts continue. He was lucky her off-the-clock self was so mild mannered. He was lucky she wasn’t at all who he’d always assumed she was. La Primera, uh, Geeta she was mulish and an un-movable object much like himself, but kind at her core. She really did want to get to know him. She told him she thought he was intelligent, capable- handsome…?! Him of all people?! He was hoping to understand. Maybe later he would.

So, just as he was finally moving past nervousness and unfamiliarity, she threw him off again. Tonight was a new night, but last night he had curled up with her in her bed. Don’t ask him how he got there.

No throes of passion to speak of. Nothing but two sleepyheads and a simple, ordinary rub. The warmth of her hand caressed his side. It brought a sizzling current to his chest and belly, and then settled on his back. Her palm fit so perfectly there over his shoulder blade. Her pillowy chest belonged on his like a pan on flame.

How long had it been since he’d been intimate? Could he have been any more awkward? Larry was still trying to make sense of- whatever it was that was happening. He was in bed with his boss. At least, her being so at ease already made it easier for him to lower his guard. He returned her affection with cautious touch on her hips and waist, and fell asleep to the minty smell of her hair, and the sensation of her lips on his cheeks.

For different reasons than usual, the work day could not go by quick enough. He still didn’t have a firm grasp on what he was getting himself into, but he knew he needed more.

#my art #my writing #pokemon sv #gym leader larry #champion geeta

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so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed · 11 months ago

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2023 writing self evaluation

I was tagged by the lovely @neondiamond, thank you!! I was also almost tagged by @lululawrence who texted me but I was already asleep lol.

1. List of works published this year:

In order of posting, these are the 17 fics I published:

April: saw some things on the other side [61K, Larry, written for @onedirectionbigbang]

May: (now I realize that the world outside) it's bigger than me [3,5K, written for @faithinthefutureficfest]

let's get naked and explore (our inner secrets) [8K, Zouis, written for @wankersday]

June: the missing piece that makes me fit [17K, Zouiam, written for @zouisfics]

we will get another day (to begin again) [1,8K, Ziam]

July: rain makes the flowers grow [1,1K, Larry, ficlet friday]

a life that's lived without you [1,1K, Ziam, ficlet friday]

August: and there's no one to blame [1,8K, Larry, ficlet friday]

You don't have to say "I love you", to say I love you [1,5K, ficlet friday]

I'm falling again [2,2K, Larry, ficlet friday]

like a moth into a flame [5,4K, Zouis, written for @wordplayfics]

September: I'll Run (Run to You) [1,1K, Larry, written for @wordplayfics]

like a bridge over troubled water (I will lay me down) [6,4K, written for @wordplayfics]

(don't you ever) hope for something else [5,4K, Ziam, written for @wordplayfics)

you try to stop it tumbling (but on and on it goes) [2,7K, Lirry, written for @wordplayfics]

October: when love gets involved [666, Larry, written for @1dtrickortreatfest]

find a way (to send me a sign) [666, Larry, written for @1dtrickortreatfest]

December: Santa Baby (one little thing I really need) [3K, Larry, written for @parmahamlarrie for the @1dcreatorclubhouse holiday exchange]

In total, including works that I haven't published yet, I've written 129.843 words in 2023.

2. Work you are most proud of (and why):

I always really struggle with my Big Bang, and this year was no different. There was a lot of math involved, and a lot of schedules to make sure that the time travel all worked and the dates were accurate. I am really proud of how it turned out though, and the art (by the wonderful @monpetithl) is absolutely stunning.

3. Work you are least proud of (and why):

I suppose by default I'm 'least proud' of some fics, since I'm more proud of others, but in general, I'm very proud of everything I published this year.

4. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

This is from (now I realize that the world outside) it's bigger than me

His throat feels dry and his face looks flushed, and there’s a moment where he contemplates dunking his head under the tap, but he doesn’t want to keep the fans waiting, even if he knows that his band is excellent at keeping the crowd entertained.

Or at least, they usually are. But right now, heading through the hallway back to the stage, all he can hear is silence.

Louis feels his heartbeat kick up a notch, and even though he knows that it’s ridiculous and highly implausible, there’s a brief moment where he wonders if everyone has just up and left. Maybe they’ve had enough. Maybe they only came here to see if he was willing to confirm the rumours, and now that he hasn’t, they’re leaving.

His palms are sweating, making him wipe them on his jeans, and it’s only when the band starts playing the intro to Bigger Than Me that they had come up with for the tour that Louis has the courage to step back onto the stage.

He has just opened his mouth for the first line – when somebody told me I would change – when it sinks in what he’s looking at.

Where the crowd is usually colourful, little rainbow flags showing up throughout the songs, or being held up en masse during a fan project for Only the Brave, it’s almost muted now, blacks and whites and greys.

And purple.

It is a sea of flags. A sea of ace flags.

Louis is vaguely aware that the band has started the intro for the third time. He can hear the cheers, the chants, can see the banners that are being held up by people on the balcony. We love you Louis, they read. We need you and you’ve got us.

His blood is rushing through his ears and he’s pretty sure he’s about two seconds from crying, and there is no way in hell that he’s going to be able to sing this song right now. It’s not even because it’s one of the harder songs in his set and he can feel his throat closing up. But he feels like he needs to acknowledge this. Because while he might not acknowledge it in the press, might play coy, these are his fans. These are the people that get him. The people that understand and support and love him, and they’re right. He’s got them. No matter what else, he’s got these people in his corner.

5. Share or describe a favorite review you received:

So my favourite review wasn't actually written. It was a friend of mine, at the concert in Paris, locking eyes with me during Bigger Than Me, and the two of us sharing a moment because we knew.

6. A time when writing was really, really hard:

Honestly, a lot of the year. I've written on something every month, but I've had months where I barely made 5K, if that. I've also had periods where my health was just utterly shit, and periods where I was too busy (like in November, which I mostly spent hanging out with the amazing @chaotic-bells)

7. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

Well, it is written but not published, but something happened in my Big Bang for 2024 where I was like "really?? this is what you're going with??" and I guess you'll have to find that moment in my fic when it posts.

8. How did you grow as a writer this year:

I'm honestly not sure I did, though I feel like I wrote a lot more short fics this year, so I suppose in that regard I grew by being able to write shorter things.

9. How do you hope to grow next year:

I mostly just hope to continue being able to write, continue loving writing, because for a while this year I wasn't sure if I wanted to continue being a writer in this fandom. But I got lovingly told that there was no way I wasn't doing the Big Bang next year, and then I got matched up with an amazing artist (hiii @whatagreatproblemtohave!) so that definitely helped in getting my mojo back.

10. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

I had wonderful guidance in the form of @londonfoginacup who told me a) you are not dropping out of the big bang and b) how about you rewrite the fic in Zayn's perspective, which has helped A LOT. I've also had an absolutely wonderful friend in @beardyboyzx who has read through a lot of my fics, has offered advice, a sounding board, and anything I could ask for. My beta, as always, is the wonderful @foullovehideout who is just the best person I could ask for. I had such a wonderful time seeing them again this year too.

And then there's the people that I've written with! Most notably, @jacaranda-bloom who is my standard writing buddy, though we've not been able to write together as often as last year, she's still helped me stay committed to my writing and I wouldn't have been able to publish as many fics if it weren't for our sprints.

Lastly, there's the beautiful people from the @1dcreatorclubhouse who have been just wonderful and a great source of joy and comfort.

11. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:

Honestly it always does. Mostly this year in the aro/ace characters, because they are me and I am them.

12. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

I don't think it's new, really, but a) write what you want to write and b) don't forget that writing is a muscle, it needs to be trained just like anything else. You can't expect the same ease that you felt while writing daily when you end up not having been able to write for a while. Give yourself grace, and above all, believe in yourself and the stories you want to tell. They'll be loved by so many people!

13. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

Definitely my Big Bang for 2024. It's a struggle and really outside of my wheelhouse, but I'm excited to see where it ends up going. I am also super intrigued by the possible 1daroacefest that @red-pandaaa was running a poll for (you can vote here) so depending on when it runs I definitely want to participate. And I'm thinking I might dabble in some F1 fic next year!

14. Tag three writers whose answers you’d like to read. ;)

I am going to tag the wonderful @beardyboyzx because I need to read their answers. And I am tagging @voulezloux and @reminiscingintherain too!

#2023 writing round up #2023 writing self evaluation

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starqueensthings · 2 years ago

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Summary: a small ficlet that follows Hunter through a really rough night. Inspired by the below lyrics of a great song (which I encourage you to listen to at least once!). Please ensure you read the warnings before continuing into the fic.

POV: 3rd, 3591 words.

Warnings: TW: alcohol abuse, TW: self-medicating with substances, TW: self-hatred, TW: grieving the death of a loved one, TW: brief mentions of smoking. This is an angsty one folks! Give yourself a big hug after.

“The night I hit rock bottom, I was sitting on an old barstool. He paid my tab and put me in a cab… but he didn’t have to. He could see I was hurting, oh I wish I got his name. I didn’t feel worth saving, but he saved me just the same.”

He pushed the empty vessel across the counter and away from him; a subtle handprint embedded into the condensation on the glass by the clammy palm that held it just long enough to bring it to his lips. He’d drained many a frosted cup that night, each contributing a little more to the swim in his vision and the sway of his shoulders. The bartender, an abrasive Besalik male with a dirty rag draped over his shoulder, had long since stopped trying to make conversation with the sullen soldier, instead leaving him to self-medicate in peace while the sum of his tab grew larger and larger.

Another knock from the man’s knuckles had a full Corellian ale placed in front of him, precisely where the empty glass had rested seconds before. The pathetically thin crown of foam hugging the rim of the glass was an obvious indicator that the keg needed changing, though his presently anguished mental state had robbed him of the desire to care. It didn’t matter what it tasted like; he wasn’t here to be a beer connoisseur. Hell, he’d drink engine fuel right now if it promised even a brief moment of respite from the gnawing chest pain that had rendered him paralyzed for weeks.

He brought the cool glass to his lips again, his long hair falling off his shoulders as he tipped his head back and gulped until the contents were emptied. The heavy thud of its return to the counter echoed loudly in the room, or perhaps only loudly in his mind. He wiped his mouth with the back of a shaking hand, indifferent to the disgusted look the neighbouring patrons sent his way as he failed to stifle another burp.

The bartender’s gruff but well-intended warning of “you should maybe think about slowing it down a bit”, must have appeared to fall on deaf ears, as the man to which he was addressing made no motion that he’d heard, instead impatiently tapping on the counter again.

But Hunter’s ears were not deaf. They never had been, and never would be. He heard everything; every sob that left the mouth of the Twi'lek woman in the dimly lit corner booth as she cried to her sister about some betrayal of love; every jeering scoff from the man sitting four stools down as he boasted loudly about robbing an imperial officer several days previously; every clink of glass, and hiss of pressure as the bartender opened bottle after bottle of beer. But despite the raucous din reverberating from all angles, it could never be loud enough. There wasn’t a patron in this room whose boasts and complaints were boisterous enough to drown out the commentary in his mind, for it was the loudest and heaviest voice of all, and one that refused to be silenced by the nearly two dozen beers that he swallowed as a silent plea for relief.

He pulled the fresh pint towards him and brought it to his mouth, closing his eyes and willing the next few heavy gulps of stale ale to force down the painful lump that had taken permanent residence in his throat.

The soggy paper coaster adhered to the bottom of the glass by condensation, went unnoticed until it fell into his lap, startling him enough to send a sloop of liquid down his unshaved chin. His bleary eyes searched only briefly for a neglected napkin nearby before deciding the scarf around his neck would do the trick, and quickly reached for the red fabric to dry his face.

The mushy excuse for a cardboard coaster was now nothing but an afterthought, as his unfocussed eyes fell onto the mismatched thigh plates that adorned his legs. He clamped his eyes shut and swallowed against the sudden onslaught of sadness that threatened to overtake him, dozens of memories launching into a kaleidoscopic dance across his mind.

Hunter had never been a sentimental man, and when the time came to trade his Kaminoan-issued commando armour for a juxtaposed mixture of other, more discrete pieces, it had felt nothing but transactional at the time. It was a necessary change to maximize the concealment and safety of his family, so there was nothing else to it. Now, staring at the foreign straps that crossed his legs and roped around his waist, the desire for his old red and black armour overwhelmed him. In this lonely moment, alone in an obscure pub on an unknown planet, there was nothing he wouldn’t trade to go back to that time… that life.

Existence had been so simple then. So linear. So unproblematic. Back when he knew, without a fraction of a doubt, what his purpose was. A soldier, created to protect… to eliminate threat… to win. Straightforward. Uncomplicated. An existence that required his only responsibility was to maintain the continued safety of his squad, and to keep his boots from blistering his heels. There was no need to stay ‘off the radar’ then, because there was no radar to be on; with the exception of a few easily out-gunned tin heads, no one was after them. There was no need to stay hidden… there was no one black mailing him… no one manipulating the secrecy of his position to their advantage. He longed deeply for the carefree mind that he wasn’t aware he’d had then; a life free from guilt, remorse, resentment, pain. He longed for the past… a time where the only imminent concern was what the long necks would say when he landed back on the planet with half his face tattooed, and even concerns like that were trivial… almost comical.

He tried again to force the lump down his throat with whatever dregs remained in the glass clutched in his hand before discarding it. The image of his silver haired brother appeared in his mind before he could stop it; a vivid memory of a better time.

The Sniper pole on his pauldron claimed an unnecessary amount of space in his immediate vicinity, as it always did when Crosshair folded his long arms across his chest. As he leaned back against the counter, and watched the tattooist put the final touches on Hunter’s skull tattoo, the toothpick in his mouth danced playfully across his ever-smirking lips. The sound of the wood flicking against his molars was more than a little irksome to Hunter’s overstimulated ears, but he refused to comment or complain, knowing the annoying new compulsion was replacing the much unhealthier habit of smoking deathsticks.

“So much for subtle,” Crosshair had snarked through a heavy sneer, gesturing to the fresh black ink embedded in Hunter’s skin. “Might as well have done your entire body. Nala Se is going to shit a brick when she sees you.”

“Perfect. A nice healthy dump might do her some good,” Hunter answered back through a chortle. “And I don’t know about you, but I have no desire to go back to Kamino any time soon.”

“Of course you don’t,” Crosshair had answered with one of his infamous eye rolls. “There’s no dirt for you to sniff. If it was up to you, we’d park our life in the forest and you’d spend the rest of your life climbing trees and hunting animals.”

“Better than spending hours on-end laying in the grass with a soggy twig between my teeth.”

“I’ll happily resume smoking if you’d like. I only stopped because the smell bothered your princess nose.”

Pain gnawed at Hunter’s chest as he wrapped his knuckles on the counter again, biting down on the interior of his cheeks in an effort to control the emotion welling inside of him. He hadn’t been able to banter with anyone like that in a long, long time. Crosshair had always been a bottomless pit of sarcasm, an endless loop of snarky quips that he could deliver with such tactful ease, the target rarely comprehended that he was insulting them. Hunter had yet to meet anyone else like the Sniper, and with each day that passed, it seemed less likely that he ever would again.

He had initially coped with the fracture of his squad with an unbecoming ignorance, refusing to entertain the nagging sadness that swelled inside him every time his eyes fell on Crosshair’s empty bunk, or when he found himself wishing the flick of a toothpick would break the deafening silence of his absence.

Wrecker had taken Crosshair’s departure the hardest, frequently turning to Hunter for an explanation as to why things had played out the way they did. Again, Hunter pled blissfully ignorant, choosing to blame the decision on the idiopathic activation of the inhibitor chip, because it was an easier pill to swallow than the thought of his brother leaving willingly, and abandoning their symbiotic relationship for the cold hands of the Empire. That was until their last meeting, when the hope of a peaceful reunion was scorched by an inferno of truth; Crosshair’s chip was out, and he’d continued to hunt them long after its removal.

Despite the admission, on Nala Se’s hidden landing platform, they offered Crosshair an opportunity; the chance to fortify what was left of the shambled bridge that connected him to his former squad, the chance to forgive and forget, to rejoin them… but he’d chosen not to. Whether it be pure asinine obstinance, or his innate inability to see perspectives other than his own, he’d turned his back on them again.

Hunter cleared his throat and drained another glass, returning his gaze upwards to the holoscreen perched behind the bar that was showing last nights podracing highlights on loop. The room swayed around him as his eyes sluggishly tried to follow the speeders zooming across the screen, churning his stomach enough to force his eyes away again almost immediately.

The sudden illumination of blue light from the comlink on his wrist went ignored; an unnecessary reminder that Hunter was not where he should be. He told Echo hours ago that he was going for a walk back to the nearby town to poke around again, but an unexplainable amount of time had passed since then, and the countless ales he’d swallowed since, had yet to placate the lingering pain in his chest. Guilt forced his gaze to his fiddling fingers, drumming distractedly on the counter in front of him. Echo deserved better than to be blatantly ignored like this.

The fire of resolve and determination that burned brightly inside Hunter’s chest in the immediate wake of Omega’s capture, had been doused repeatedly by the lack of usable information they’d been able to scrounge up. Echo had reached out to every contact he knew, every unground clone he’d connected with after joining Rex’s efforts. They’d flown to every planet that promised even a whisper of a chance of finding her, but the continued let-downs had collapsed Hunter’s confidence entirely.

Tonight was the closest he’d ever felt to throwing in the towel. They’d raced sixteen parsecs across the galaxy, burning through more fuel than was smart at the promise of finding an Imperial Science Lab on the sand planet of Jakku, only to arrive and find out it was nothing but a group of Mechanical Mod Doctors, paid to replace miscellaneous body parts with cybernetics, all-the-while wearing imperial uniforms they’d undoubtedly stolen at some point.

Unfortunately, they realized the nature of the establishment a little too late, and Echo had launched into an unbridled fit of blind rage at the sight of their work, forcing the three of them to retreat back to the ship before they drew any more attention.

Knock knock. Another glass pressed to his chapped lips.

Echo had been living life on a short fuse since Tech’s fall. Where Wrecker was devastated, Echo was angry. As an ARC, it was his job to be aware of all the possible outcomes of a mission, but they’d waited a long time for a sign that Crosshair was still himself, and when his warning came through an old com channel, there was barely a breath of hesitation. They premeditated as much of their moves as they could have based on the extremely limited intel they had… but no one had prepared for Plan-99. Nothing could have. Nothing would have.

The sound of his own panicked voice rang across Hunter’s mind: “Wrecker, get him on board!” Such a simple command. As if Wrecker hadn’t already been doing his best. As if Tech hadn’t been dangling in the middle of the sky, calculating the probabilities of every possible outcome of that situation. As if Omega wasn’t already terrified and traumatized enough by the extended firefight they’d found themselves in.

He slammed the glass down on the counter, and clamped his eyes closed on the tears that threatened to escape his eyes as the image of his goggled brother appeared in his mind. Tech. Trusty Tech… keeping everyone firmly grounded with logic. What would he say if he could see him right now? Tech never indulged in alcohol, finding the separation it induced between his mind and body to be too unnerving. Hunter could almost hear his info dump on “the enhancing effects that alcohol had on the neurotransmitter GABA that controlled a person’s sense of inhibition and self-control.” A small smile peeled across Hunter’s anguished face as he remembered Wrecker’s booming: “Buzzkill!” triggering one of Tech’s longest ever cold-shoulders.

“What a mess,” Hunter whispered thickly to himself, slowly shaking his head in defeat.

“You sure are.”

He turned his head to the left and frowned at the stranger lifting a leg and perching himself on the neighbouring stool. Through blurred eyes, Hunter noticed a thick mop of white hair, combed neatly to one side and seemingly held in place with a wax or cream of sorts. The man’s skin was a shade of gold that only years in the sun could achieve, and he had a collection of brown age spots scattered across the thin skin of his frail cheeks. Hunter turned away from the reminiscent looking smile on his wrinkled lips, feeling suddenly and unexplainably exposed, and vulnerable.

“You better get some food before you float away on all that beer in your belly,” the man continued, gesturing an arthritic finger to the empty glass clutched loosely in Hunter’s hand.

“Not hungry,” Hunter grumbled, abruptly rotating himself away from the man, but the alcohol coursing through his veins had rendered his movements sluggish and delayed, and he realized a fraction of a moment too late that he’d swayed a little too far off his seat. He quickly flung his hands out, his sandy fingers grappling against the rim of the counter as the rickety wood stool holding his weight teetered on its two back legs. His heart lurched into action, beating heavily and loudly in his ears as he hurried to stabilize himself.

“It’s okay. You’re alright,” the old man cooed from beside him, extending a hand outwards and applying a surprisingly firm, steadying grip on Hunter’s arm. “Slow and steady does the job.”

Hunter jerked his arm from the man’s grip, readjusting himself on the seat of the stool as embarrassed breaths left his nose in sharp huffs. With knitted brows and a scowl that would have made Crosshair proud, he wrapped on the counter again, deliberately ignoring the kind albeit searching looks from the senior beside him.

“You a soldier, son?” the man probed warmly, pivoting on his seat to face Hunter, and leaning one arm against the bar.

“I was,” Hunter grunted back, again deliberately turning his face away from the man, eager to hide the emotion he knew was still present on his flushed face. The man hummed through a small smile and a gentle nod of his head.

“And who are you now?” he asked with a tone of warm intensity.

Hunter snorted and shook his head, blinking slowly and keeping his eyes averted. The sudden increase in his heart rate from what his body deemed to be a near death fall off the stool had sent his head spinning uncomfortably again.

“I dunno…” he slurred. “A failure.”

“Nice to meet you, Failure. I’m Old Geezer.” The man extended a wrinkled and slightly trembling hand into the space between them, the same reminiscent smile still tugging at his lips. Hunter merely glanced down at the offering of peace, but could not muster the resolve to return it, instead directing his hand to collect the refilled glass from the counter in front of him. “Just a little old man humour,” the stranger continued in a mumble, retracting his offer and interlacing his fingers with his other hand. “Let me tell you something, son. I’ve lived ‘round these parts for close to eight decades, and I don’t know if I’ve ever seen someone throw beers back like you.”

“Well, ‘ur we— hic… welcome for… hic… the show…” Hunter stammered through a sudden bout of hiccups. “Con— hic… consider ‘urself luc— lucky.” To his surprise, the man tossed his head back and chuckled a wheezy laugh, his weathered cheeks narrowing his already unapologetically crinkled eyes.

“I already do, son,” he answered genuinely. “Now, let’s get you out of here before you’re evicted for drinking the whole town dry.”

Hunter glared against his implications, though could not stall the balloon of shame from expanding in his gut. He hung his head to his chest, the scowl on his face softening to an anguished frown as his fingers slackened their hold on the half-empty glass in his hand. He heaved a weighty sigh and closed his eyes, nudging the cup until it was beyond his reach.

“Good man,” the senior praised, standing up from his stool and pulling Hunter’s slack arm around his shoulders.

The sergeant was grateful for the added stability of his new companion as he got to his own feet and immediately felt his knees begin to buckle below him. He reached for the counter again, gripping it with an iron fist as his lethargic brain hurried to keep up with his heavy body’s movements. As they pivoted on the spot and headed towards the door, the faces of the other patrons turned to ogle at the odd pair; a frail old man that they knew well and had likely seen hundreds of times, acting as a living crutch for the inebriated, unknown soldier that had spent hours warming a stool at the bar. Their lips flattened in a mixture of disgust and contempt at the sight of his heavily lidded eyes and uncoordinated, staggering steps.

“Hold up! That man has a hefty tab he needs to pay down!” the bartender shouted as the wizened old man pulled the door open into the night air.

“Not to worry, Philo. Just go ahead and add it to mine,” the senior answered nonchalantly, detaching his hand from Hunter’s to toss the bartender a brief dismissing wave.

The sergeant was shocked to see that the scorching sun that had burnt the backs of their necks earlier that day, had disappeared completely, leaving the sky to be illuminated only by the waning light of a distant crescent moon. As they took a hobbled step outside onto the stone walkway, a cool and refreshing zephyr lifted the hair off the back of his sweaty neck, forcing his eyes open. After standing unsteadily on his feet, waiting for the old man to hail the nearby taxi, he let his bulky armoured frame be guided carefully on to the bench seat in the back of the car. The cabin of the vehicle smelled sickly sweet, something along the lines of the Mantell mix that Omega always insisted they snack on post successful mission, and it brought a new wave of sadness to his chest.

“Let me tell you something before you go, son, and I want you to remember it.” The old man spoke quietly and deliberately, leaning onto his forearms to speak into the backseat through the lowered window. “People only hurt this hard, because they’ve loved equally as hard, and that will never make you a failure. Do you understand?” Hunter swallowed against the poignancy of his words, dropping his gaze to his knees as his dark eyes threatened to fill with tears.

“Look at me, son.” It was not a command but a request, voiced without even a hint of dominance or demand. Hunter swallowed again and turned to look at him. “Whatever it was that you’ve done, or lost, to make you feel like a failure,” the man continued, his blue eyes twinkling with a sentience that future Hunter would never be able to adequately describe. “It can be repaired, as long as you keep your hopes high, and your chin higher. Remember that and you’ll be just fine.”

He backed away from the door and gave the hood of the taxi a sharp pat with his palm before stepping up onto the curb, and shoving his hands into his tunic pockets. Hunter, still trying to force his painfully languid brain into processing the kind advice, hurried to sit upright, suddenly eager and desperate to offer some sort of rushed thanks to the selfless stranger, but the taxi pulled away before his exhausted body would obey his commands. He had no choice but to lean forward in his seat and watch the wizened old man’s figure shrink away into the darkness behind him.

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My Top Five Characters in Kink Scenarios

Top Five Biggest Burpers From My List

Video References for Zhongli, Diluc, Ayato, Kyoya, Loid, Aizawa, Alhaitham, Cyno, Cherry Blossom, and Malleus

Characters that I think can burp on command

Tier List for the Characters on my List

JUJUTSU KAISEN:

Nanami Stuffing/Burping One Shot w/ Reader

Nanami Heacanons w/ video reference

Nanami with indigestion during NSFW time

Part 2 to previous fic

OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB:

Kyoya Burping Headcanons

STRANGER THINGS:

Eddie Munson Burping Headcanons

Video References for Eddie and Steve

Burpy Steve One Shot

Video Reference for Eddie’s Flat Tummy Burps

Stuffed and Burpy Eddie One Shot

More Eddie Burping Headcanons

River Phoenix Video Referenced in the “More Eddie Burping Headcanons”

Wayne Munson Burping Headcanons w/ Video Reference

Steddie; Eddie Gets Burpy on an Airplane

Eddie and Billy Burping Headcanons

Nancy Burping Headcanons

MY HERO ACADEMIA:

Shouta Aizawa Burping Headcanons

Shoto Todoroki Burping Headcanons

Shouta Aizawa Burping Headcanons 2

FRUITS BASKET:

Burping Headcanons for Shigure, Hatsuharu, and Hatori

Kyo Burping Headcanons

Small Burping Headcanons for Yuki, Kyo, Shigure, Hatsuharu, Hatori, and Ayame w/ Video References

More Video References for Yuki and Kyo

FAIRY TAIL:

Burping Headcanons for Gray w/ Video Reference

SALLY FACE:

Small Burping Headcanon for Sal

Small Burping Headcanon for Ash

Burping Headcanons for Sal, Larry, Ash, Travis, Todd, and Neil

Miscellaneous Headcanons

TWISTED WONDERLAND:

Small Headcanons and Video References for Malleus, Jade, Rook, Vil, and Azul

Burping Headcanons for the Savanaclaw Trio + Floyd W/ Video References

THE LEGEND OF VOX MACHINA:

Me Freaking Out About Percy and Vax

Me Freaking Out About That Once CR Clip (The Haunted Growl)

Perc’ahlia Oneshot Where Vex Helps Percy Burp

Percy Feeling Motion Sick (no actual vomit)

Vax Burping Headcanons

Thoughts™ About Drunk Percy

Vaxleth One-shot where Keyleth is into it

Vax Making Percy Burp One-Shot

Vox Machina + Gilmore Headcanons

Hunter x Hunter:

Burping Headcanons for Illumi, Hisoka, Leorio, and Kurapika

THE DISASTROUS LIFE OF SAIKI K:

Kusuo Saiki Burping Headcanons

HORIMIYA:

Izumi Miyamura Burping Headcanons

OBEY ME:

Burping Headcanons for the Demon Brothers W/ Video References

ATTACK ON TITAN:

Levi and Erwin Burping Headcanons

More Levi and Erwin Burping Headcanons

HONKAI STAR RAIL:

Tiny little Welt Drabble

Burping Headcanons for Jing Yuan and Dan Heng

Burping Headcanons and Video References for Male Characters

A Few More Gepard Burping Headcanons

BLACK BUTLER:

Sebastian Burping Headcanons

CRIMINAL MINDS:

Hotch Burping Headcanons

STARDEW VALLEY:

Elliott Burping Headcanons

Shane Burping Headcanons

Link a Lovely Anon Sent Me to an Elliott Burping Fic

HELLUVA BOSS:

Stolas Burping Headcanons

Stuffed and Burpy Stolas Ficlet

DUNGEON MESHI:

Burping Headcanons for the Main 4 + Falin and Toshiro

ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM:

Burping Headcanons for Karasuma

SUCCESSION:

Burping Headcanons for Roman Roy

BRIDGERTON:

Bridgerton Bros Burping Headcanons

9-1-1:

Burping Headcanons for Bobby Nash

#masterlist #burping #eructophilia #belching

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haztobegood · 1 year ago

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✨ Twenty Questions for Fic Writers ✨

Thank you @reminiscingintherain for tagging me!

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

67, soon to be 68 with the Trick or Treat Fest ficlet I've written!

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

359,280

3. What fandoms do you write for?

One Direction. I've written some 1d rare pairs which adds BBC Radio 1, Music, Fashion Model, and Actor RPF to my fandoms list in ao3.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Nailed By Louis, Not Another Lonely Christmas, All That You Need, The Prince and The YouTuber, Take on Me

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Not right away but I do respond. I read them as soon as I see the email notification, but I wait to respond until I need a boost. It's so nice to reread every comment in my inbox as I respond.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Surprisingly not the one that ends with MCD! My angstiest ending is a 500 word girl direction ficlet The Phantom Heart.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I love happy endings so it's tough to pick! I'm going to go with We're Getting Better With Time because it's about second chances, so the ending feels like a new beginning for their love.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

The closest thing I've gotten to hate was a tweet about Premier Fantasies where someone was appalled by the Harry Styles/Ted Lasso pairing. It wasn't aimed at my writing, just the choice in pairing, so I took it as a compliment that I could write something that shocked people.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do write it, but not as much as I used to. When I started writing I felt so much pressure to add smut into every fic because it gets better engagement, more hits, etc. But the more I've written, the less I care about the numbers.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I've written a couple of crossovers! Premier Fantasies is Harry Styles in the Ted Lasso universe, which was crazy just because of the pairing. I had a lot of fun writing dialogue for Ted in this one. The craziest plot-wise is Love and Other Antidotes, which is a One Direction take on Emperor's New Groove, and features Kronk, Disney style hijinks, and Harry as a little cow!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of. I think short fics and rare pairs tend to be stolen less often, so so far I've been safe.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't allow translations, but someone did post a translation of one without asking. I have mixed feelings about translations.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have not. I feel like as a capricorn I would want to have too much control over the story for it to be a good idea.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

I read and write Larry fics the most, but I also love Niall/Greg James as a pairing and think their dynamic is so underrated.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

My very first fic. It's a werewolf pack fic I started plotting in 2017. I didn't get very far before hitting some major plot holes that I was too inexperienced as a writer to be able to fill. I have grown so much as a writer since then that it wouldn't be the same fic with the same purpose as when I started writing it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

My biggest strength is that I write for myself. I love writing short oneshots even though long fics are get more kudos. I adore the humor of crack fics, even though angsty fics get more hits. I will tackle any new rare pair I want, even if I'm the only person that will read it.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I am a creature of habit and my habits have been disturbed. I'd worked hard to develop a habit of writing a couple of times a week, and it was going so well. But after moving and other life changes in the last year, it's been difficult to find the time or energy to write. I wish I could flip on the motivation like a switch.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

There are a couple of books I remember because of the author's use of code switching throughout the dialogue, and I think it can be really powerful for some stories. But since English is my native language, I would only use it for my own writing if it added to the story, and if had the time to properly research and get it reviewed.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The phandom in 2016 but I didn't post it back then. One Direction was the first fandom where I shared my fic.

20. Favourite fic you've written?

I'm going to do this by category because I can't choose only one:

Larry fic: We're Getting Better With Time Girl Direction fic: Close Our Eyes (Pretend We're Miles Away) Rare Pair fic: Now All The Clouds Been Lifted Ficlet: Through the Static

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Tagging: @allwaswell16 @hazzabeeforlou @beelou @evilovesyou @uhoh-but-yeah-alright @kingsofeverything @banaanipoika9 @justanothershadeofblue @disgruntledkittenface @zanniscaramouche

#fics and wips

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homosociallyyours · 2 years ago

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Days of Our Louis: 5 Fics Inspired by Louis' Early Songs

18k Teen Larry and Ziam COMPLETE

5 stories from Louis' ordinary, extraordinary life, from coming out with his best friend at age 16 to finding his forever years later. As he grows and changes along the way, he manages to touch the lives of those around him, from new friends to youth that he coaches. It doesn't hurt that Harry is with him every step of the way.

Remember when the only Louis music we had was four singles released too far apart and the line "I went to Amsterdam without you and all I could do was think about you?" Those songs inspired these five ficlets. I wrote them in 2018, but only JUST came back to finish off the last fic and complete the series. Enjoy stepping back into this little world. I recommend reading the series as a whole but I hope that each fic stands on it's own too.

Thanks to @hedwig-dordt for help with the Amsterdam bits (5 years ago!) and to @statementlou for betaing at least one part of the series when I wrote it. Dedicating this to everyone who ever left this fandom but didn't stop loving 1D (@gaycousinlarry please pass on the message)

#1d #fic rec #my fic #thelarriefics #hlficlibrary #ziam #larry

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sweet-sweet-petunia · 11 months ago

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NormalTales - A Regular Podcast and Secret Santa Gift

We decided to do a little Secret Santa ficlet exchange, so here is my fic for @rumor-weed!

“Welcome to NormalTales!” Bob’s voice rang out through the speakers and earbuds of the thousands of listeners they’d amassed. “A regular podcast, for regular, human people. I’m Bob-”

“And I’m Larry!”

“And as always, we’re your co-hosts for this week’s podcast.”

“We’ve got a great show with our great crew!” Larry’s voice was peppy. “Some of our favorite returning segments and favorite returning guest stars! And of course, our lovely executive producer…”

“Can you go one show without shouting out your girlfriend?” Bob teased.

Larry, unbeknown to listeners, shook his head. “No can do, Bob. Petunia’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. The world must know!”

“Please,” Petunia laughed. “It’s a vanity title. Back on topic, guys. You’re introducing this week’s episode.”

“That’s right!” Bob was right back on script. “This week, we decided to go with a simple but important theme. Family.”

“Found or otherwise!” Larry chirped.

Bob continued to explain “As always, we gave our guest hosts the theme and let them chose what it meant to them, and what stories they wanted to tell. First up, we’ll be hearing from Archibald and Lovey, with their weekly mystery story segment.”

There was a faint bit of outro music, and then the intro, a classy piano playing a slightly offputting, perhaps menacing, piece. “Welcome back, loyal patrons” Archibald greeted. “To Murder’s In The Heir.”

“A hair rising, spine tingling story of a man killed the night before his new will was to be signed.” Lovey hammed it up for the audience at home. “Any of his heirs had motive, as they were to receive a larger sum on the previous document, but who had the guts to commit the crime?”

Back in the main studio, Bob, mic off, whispered “Is this a murder mystery? Is that allowed?”

“You did say they could do whatever they want with the theme.” Larry reminded him.

The couple, meanwhile, continued on, Lovey theorizing “Of course, Miss Withers, his personal nurse, had the motive, means, and physical proximity-”

“This doesn’t seem appropriate for a family-friendly podcast!” Bob harshly whispered.

“I got this.” Petunia sighed, phasing them out and back to Bob and Larry.

“What a great story!” Bob forced out, laughing awkwardly.

Larry, however, didn’t miss a beat, his professional demeanor shining through, his ‘camera ready’ personality still on, chiming in “And now it’s Time For Tom!”

A little intro played, a generic sounding voice singing out a peppy “It’s Time For Tom!”

“That’s me!” Tom’s southern twang immediately recognizable. “Bob wants me to talk about family. An I ain’t know why he woulda thought that’s a good idea, but I’m gettin’ paid regardless.”

“Isn’t he still fighting with his dad?” Petunia whispered to Bob and Larry.

“They’re fighting?!?” Bob whispered back, frenzied.

“Yeah, something about a half sister, or something.” Larry nodded.

“How many kids does Pa have???” Bob questioned. Up until this moment he genuinely thought there was only Tom and Rosie.

Larry bit his lip in thought for a moment, before responding “Um, at least four.”

“...why I gotta raise my own sister?” Tom continued to rant. “Just cause I’m 18? Barely an adult, not that Pa cares none. And Rosie ain’t no picnic neither! In fact-”

“Petunia?” Bob asked warily.

“Already on it.” She shook her head, bringing the broadcast back to the hosts.

“W-well, Tom sure had a lot to say about his dad, but I’m sure his dad has a lot to say, too!” Larry tried to recover.

“Right, Larry.” Bob nodded, thankful that they were able to segue without causing too much additional commotion. “And kids listening at home, adults always say to respect your elders. But we should do more than just respect them. Let’s talk to them! Befriend them! They have a lot of interesting stories they can share!”

Petunia phased in the intro, a remix of Pa saying “b-b-b back b-b-back b-b-back in my day…”

And then the real Pa’s voice came flooding in “Welcome to Back in My Day! The part of the show where Nebby and I talk about the way things used to be!”

“Kids these days don’t even know about VCRs,” Nebby sighed “Let alone CD Walkmans…”

“Walkmans?!?” Pa cried, confused. “Don’t you remember listening to Buddy Holly on the gramophone?”

“How old do you think I am?” Nezzer pleased.

Pa paused, before confessing “I…I knew you were younger than me. But I was thinking 10, maybe 15 years? Bob and Larry remember VCRs and Walkmans, Nebby.”

“Do you think I’m at least a generation older than those two?” Mr. Nezzer questioned, genuinely confused.

“Well, I mean, I did…”

Nezzer let out a sharp gasp, “I am 37 years young! Megan and I went to high school together! We were glee club rivals! Did I ever tell you about that? About me and Megan in the same glee club? She always got the solos!”

Bob’s eyes went wide. “Oh. Megan’s not gonna be happy about her age going on the air like that.”

“Why’s it matter?” Larry questioned, oblivious. “She has a whole son. She’s clearly not 20 anymore.”

“Not all of Bumblyburg needs to know that.” Bob bit his lip nervously.

Petunia was once again quick to jump in, cutting the Back In My Day segment off. “You’re clear.” she signaled, nodding to Larry.

“Wasn’t that informative!” Larry smiled into the mic, “and now, on the theme of family, let’s talk about Found Family! The note I made on my phone says,” he paused, clearing his throat. “Urban Dictionary defines Found Family as the phenomenon where a group of people come to love each other like family, even though they aren't biologically related. You might have this feeling, about, say, a sports team! Which is why we’re proud to introduce our newest segment, Life’s A Bowl. Starring Bumblyburg’s favorite bowling league team!” A short, snappy intro played, the words “Life’s A Bowl!” being sung with a quick chime at the end.

“Imagine laying pipe to that.” Audrey joked.

Art Bigotti blinked, taken back, seeming…a bit impressed? “You smoke, Audrey? I didn’t know that about you.”

“That’s not what that means.” Audrey stated simply.

“Back on topic.” Bob redirected.

“Did we have a topic?” Dad, as in Junior’s Dad, questioned. “Are we just talking about the bowling team?”

“I guess.” Bob sounded tepid. “And family. Found family.”

“If we’re talking about bowling and family,” Audrey jumped in. “Petunia should be in this conversation, too.”

Bob narrowed his eyes. “She’s not on the team.”

“No,” Audrey shrugged. “But she is my ride.”

“She is there every tournament.” Dad agreed.

“Which one’s Petunia again?” Art questioned quietly.

“The redhead.” Dad whispered back.

“All redheads are related, you know that right? They’re all-” Audrey started, but was cut off.

“That’s enough out of you.” Bob interrupted.

Audrey gasped, feigning shock. “Bobby! And here I was not even sprouting a rumor-”

“Sprouting misinformation.” Bob deadpanned. “On my podcast. And we’re supposed to be talking about found family.”

“I wish some family stayed not found…” Art mumbled under his breath.

“What was that?” Dad questioned.

Art was a little too quick in his response of “Nothing!”

Bob, desperately, tried to get the conversation back on track. “How long have we been bowling together, anyhow?”

There was a short pause. A moment of thought. Eventually it was Dad who chimed in with “3 years now, I think!”

“Has it really been that long?” Audrey gasped. “Maybe we really are a little family. We sure bicker like one.”

A beat. A long pause.

“Was that….” Petunia whispered, almost afraid of what the answer might be “...was that a successful segment?”

“I dunno,” Larry whispered back. “I don’t think we ever had one of those before.”

Petunia loudly cleared her throat, and cheerily introduced “And now a short break to focus on health and wellness!”

A few notes of music played, serving as an intro. “Hello everyone! It’s me, Larry! You remember, from the podcast? And I’m here with my good friend Goliath.”

“Hi.” came the much lower voice.

“Now, Goliath, you’re a pretty active fellow, aren’t you?” Larry asked.

“That is right.” Goliath, clearly reading off of queue cards, replied. “And being such an active guy, sometimes, I forget to stretch. And when a back as big of mine hurts, what can you do?”

“I bet sometimes you feel like you need a whole new spine.” Larry delivered his lines with a charismatic ease. “Lucky for you, you don’t need a whole spine replacement with the brand new vertebrae pillow!”

“Is this what we’re shilling?” Goliath questioned.

Larry hissed “Stick to the script.”

“My days of back pain are over!” Goliath’s voice was once again flat, clearly reading each word individually.

“And yours can be too!” Larry chirped. “Available only at StuffMart. Terms and Conditions may apply. Not approved by doctors and not an actual pillow.”

Bob, wondering why they even bothered to take that ad in the first place, shook his head, going back on script. “Well, we’ve heard from our elders on Back In My Day, now let’s hear from the future generation. Junior and Laura are back with their monthly segment - New Kids Oughta Talk!”

Much like every segment before them, Junior and Laura waited for their intro to play before calling out “Hi!”

“I’m Junior!”

“And I’m Laura!”

“And this is New Kids Oughta Talk!”

“The show where me and Junior find other kids and interview them. Kid to kid.” Laura nodded, though the listeners at home could not see that.

The excitement in Junior’s voice was palpable as he introduced “Today we have some very special guests! Let’s give a warm welcome to Egg Boy and Bathroom Girl!”

“Egg Boy and Bathroom Girl?” Bob repeated, looking at Larry and then Petunia, concerned.

“Allo allo!” The boy’s voice was peppy. “I’m Egg Boy, and this here is my best friend, Bathroom Girl!”

The girl’s voice was also friendly, but far less enthusiastic. “It’s nice to be here.”

“So,” Laura started, “How long have you two been friends?”

“I feel like I’ve known Bathroom Girl my whole life!” Egg Boy responded. “Eggs and Bathrooms just go together, like socks and shoes, peanut butter and jelly, chocolate pudding and ham…”

“Hold it, hold it!” Bob cried, “Junior, Laura, this is some kind of prank, right? Kids, what are you real names?”

“Bathroom Girl.” Bathroom Girl responded. “And he’s Egg Boy. Did we need to work on sounding more clear for the audience?”

“I know my accent can be a bit tricky.” Egg Boy sighed.

Bob sighed. “We got the two of you involved to ask real questions to real kids with real answers. Can you at least bring in someone with a real name?”

“Egg Boy is my real-”

He was cut off by Junior interrupting “And now for our next guest, Francois!”

Bob gasped, while Larry and Petunia shared a knowing look, both trying to not giggle. “Bonjour! It is tres nice to be invited to a real podcast set!”

“Welcome Francois!” Laura greeted. “Or should we say, Bienvenue?”

“You are learning!” Francois gasped. “I am tres proud!”

“I’ve been practicing too!” Junior cried excitedly. “Il pleuvait comme vache qui pisse!”

Francois raised an eyebrow curiously “But it is sunny outside.”

“I know.” Junior shrugged. “I just like saying it.”

“Now, Francois,” Laura brought things back on topic. “Today’s topic is family. Do you have any fun family stories?”

“Well, you already know my maman was adopted. Very recently. I do not know how you adopt a full grown adult, but…”

“Got anything more recent?” Junior pressed.

“Can you keep a secret?” Francois whispered, despite the fact that being on a live airing podcast meant everyone listening now and who would listen in the future would also know this secret.

Junior and Laura knew this. That didn’t stop them from cheerfully replying “Of course!!”

“My maman says I may have a step-papa soon if Bob can stop beating around the bush. I do not know what bush she is referring to, but-”

“Petunia.” Bob hissed. “Cut. Now.”

“But it’s going so well…” she tried, despite the giggles giving her away.

Larry, it seemed, was ready to jump in and put an end to the sinking ship, back on the mic. “Uhhh….that looks like all the time we have for today. Tune in next week with our next topic - magic! With a very special guest, the president of the world wide skeptics society!”

#ooc

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neondiamond · 11 months ago

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As the year is coming to an end very soon, I thought I’d put together a little masterpost of all of the fics, ficlets and drabbles I posted over the past year. Just like last year, the total comes down to 26 fics, which I will say I’m quite surprise by! This list is in order from most to least recent and will be under the cut because otherwise this post would get really long! ✨

🫶 All That Counts (1.2k, G, Larry, Christmas, established relationship, fluff) fic post

A soft Christmas morning in the Tomlinson-Styles household.

🍪 Cookies and Christmas Cheer (1k, G, Ziall friendship, Christmas, nurse AU) fic post

When Niall is feeling a little sad at having to work over the holidays, his fellow nurse Zayn shows him a little Christmas spirit is still possible.

🎄 Mistletoe Kiss (1.2k, G, Larry, Christmas, mutual pining, roommates AU) fic post

A little bit of mistletoe is just the thing Louis needed to let his roommate Harry know he’s got quite the crush on him.

✨ A Special Bond (1.1k, G, Narry friendship, kid fic, Christmas) fic post

Baby Lilah goes to see the Christmas lights with her Daddy Harry and her uncle Niall.

❤️‍🩹 You’re Family (2k, G, Larry, Christmas, asexual characters) fic post

Louis is a little nervous about meeting Harry’s family for the first time for Christmas. Harry’s Mum shows him he has nothing to worry about.

🏠 Not Quite Structurally Sound (1.1k, G, Ziam, Christmas, kid fic) fic post

Zayn and Liam help their two kids build a gingerbread house.

🎅🏻 An Annual Affair (1.6k, G, OT5 friendship, A/B/O, Christmas) fic post

One Direction’s annual Christmas dinner, featuring pregnant Harry and his overprotective Alpha Louis, nervous Liam and his calm and collected mate Zayn, and clueless Niall who may or may not have a death wish.

☕️ You Don’t Have to Be Lonely Tonight (2k, G, Larry, coffee shop AU, Christmas, loneliness) fic post

Louis is stuck working the Christmas day shift at the coffee shop. Harry is the sad stranger who comes in to spend the day there.

🐣 Lucky (In Love) (3.2k, G, Larry, flirting, nursery owner Harry, uncle Louis) fic post

When Louis first volunteered to drop off his nephew Lucky at nursery to help out his nervous sister, he was not expecting the owner to be the most gorgeous man in all of London. He makes sure he’ll get to see him again.

👻 I See You (666, NR, Harry, horror) fic post

An unfamiliar voice disturbs Harry during his bath.

🥰 Little Moments (429, G, Larry, mpreg Harry, donestic fluff) fic post

Louis’ birthday is a quiet affair this year, but it’s for good reason.

👨‍👨‍👧 Family Bonding (1.6k, G, Larry, adoption, kid fic, hurt/comfort) fic post

Louis forges a bond with his new daughter, June, over missing loved ones.

💞 A Sense of Stability (1.9k, G, Larry, canon compliant, domestic fluff) fic post

Harry and Louis have a very mundane and domestic routine on mornings they get to spend together. Harry loves it.

👟 Run To You (2.2k, G, Larry, minor injury, fluff) fic post

Harry injures himself while out on a morning run. Louis comes to his rescue.

💟 Because I Found You (1.2k, G, Larry, asexual characters, acceptance) fic post

Louis stumbles upon a poem Harry wrote about him.

🫃 Whipped (1k, G, Larry, mpreg Harry, fluff) fic post

A lazy Saturday morning in bed with pregnant Harry and whipped Louis.

💜 Inner Crisis (5.5k, G, Larry, asexual characters, acephobia, hurt/comfort) fic post

Louis calls an LGBTQ+ crisis hotline after coming out as asexual to his friends and family doesn’t quite go as well as he’d hoped. Harry answers his call.

🔎 Chasing Feelings (20k, M, Larry, detectives AU, A/B/O) fic post

When homicide detective Louis Tomlinson first gets assigned to work with detective Harry Styles, the newest addition to the Doncaster police station, on the biggest case of his career, he’s less than enthused about it. There’s a serial killer on the loose, and Louis has no time to waste working with a newbie, despite how attracted his inner Alpha may be to Harry’s sweet scent. Along the way, he finds he may have been too quick to judge the Omega.

🩷 June (1.7k, G, Larry, established relationship, adoption, parenthood) fic post

Louis and Harry pick a paint colour for their new daughter’s room.

🌼 I Trust You (1.8k, T, Larry, A/B/O, asexual character, established relationship) fic post

As an asexual Omega, Harry deals with his heats a little differently than most. His Alpha Louis is nothing but supportive.

🪹 Nest To You (15k, T, Larry, A/B/O, nesting, fluff) fic post

Everybody knows it’s in an Omega’s nature to nest, and Harry is no different. From the very first nest he builds to comfort himself when feeling homesick to the nest he one day brings his new pups home to, his Alpha Louis is there to witness it all.

Or: Ten different nests Harry builds throughout his relationship with Louis.

🍀 A Little Cheering Up (1k, G, Narry friendship, kid fic, fluff, St. Patrick’s Day) fic post

Niall is disappointed because he can’t go home to Ireland for St. Patrick’s Day this year. Harry sets out to cheer him up with the help of Niall’s favourite tiny godchild.

❤️ Periodic (1.3k, G, Larry, OT5 friendship, girl direction) fic post

When Harry’s period has her in so much pain an hour before a show that she’s not sure if she’ll be able to perform, the other girls take matters into their own hands to help her feel better.

💍 Literally Falling For You (5.2k, E, Larry, proposal, smut) fic post

After five years of being together, Louis decides to propose to Harry on his birthday, and he needs everything to be perfect and sentimental down to every last detail. When his plans get derailed at the last minute, he decides to postpone the proposal on Valentine’s day instead. It’s just as amazing as he’d imagined.

🏆 Backstage at the Grammy’s (882, M, Larry, canon compliant, fluff) fic post

There’s someone waiting in Harry’s dressing room after his performance at the Grammy’s.

👶 Bless You! (2k, G, Larry, kid fic, parenthood) fic post

Harry and Louis’ young daughter, Ava, really enjoys when Harry says ‘bless you’ after she sneezes.

#masterpost #my fics #tracksintheam #i wrote the exact same number of fics as i did in 2022 #but only about half the amount of words #which i find… interesting #lol #here’s to 2024! ✨#*

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