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bingusbongu · 1 year ago

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Hey can you do a legoshi x male lion reader dating hcs? Bug boy means everything to me fr 🤞

A/N: RaAAAHHHHH I LOVE LEGOSHI HE IS MY FAVORITE BOY, he is so silly!!!!! Im absolutely happy to do this request!!! Tysm!!!! Happy reading~!

Legoshi x Male! Lion reader dating hcs!

○ at First glance, Legoshi didnt like you, because well, youre a lion and he has had some terrible experiences regarding lion business

○ he was weary, especially with how you easily toward him despite being in the same year of school as him. Let alone, he didnt like it when you were near the more vulnerable students, he was afraid for their saftey. He knew what those teeth and claws could do.

○ though, when you were nice, especially towards the herbivores. Legoshi let off some of his worry, deciding to cut you some slack. After all, you were still a student after all. How could you have done anything bad, you weren't one of the lions who hurt him, or Haru. Maybe you werent actually a threat

○ though, when you ended up joining the drama class, he was shocked. That a big predator wanting to join acting stunned him, so did everyone! But, you managed to get along with everyone great! And the students started to warm up to you very quickly

○ and in time, you managed to actually talk to Legoshi, after him avoiding you for so long, you finally managed to crack out some conversation from him. You told him you understand his weariness, but reminded him that he couldnt always just judge a predator by his looks or past, shoving practically all his doubts up his ass

○ you manage to get Legoshi to talk to you more often! Yay!

○ he was, of course, his shy lil wolf self but you were destined to crack that shy shell and get him to talk to you more

○ which led you to getting help from Jack, who happily helped you out

○ now, you knew the secret, so, one day you brought Legoshi a free egg sandwich for breakfast and seeing how happy he got brightened your day for sure

○ so, you bringing him an egg sandwich got common, it was one of the ways you actually managed to get Legoshi to warm up to you and to actually talk to you! Win win!

○ eventually, you guys would day greetings in the halls, or after classes you meet up and talk to eachother! Legoshi obviously still afraid to share certain things, but you left it be, decided not to pry tell he was ready to tell you

○ legoshi was.. conflicted. You were a deadly preditor, that many animals feared, but you were so nice, so gentle.. unlike the other lions he had met before.

○ you kinda reminded him abit of himself, a gentle predator who wanted nothing more than to be validated and seen as sonething more than a carnivore, yet, you were alot bolder than he was

○ he started enjoying hanging out with you, even just looking forward to it, getting excited when you even gave him your number so you guys could keep in contact!

○ he started to go down a crisis, realizing how much he started liking the time with you, and how his mind would recall back to a moment where you two were touching, whether it be you patting his shoulder to comfoft him, or your swaying tail accidentally brushing past him, amd it made his tail start wagging furiously

○ jack noticed You and Legoshi hanging out alot more, and he absolutely teased the big wolfy about it

○ definitely went to Louis for advice, he was so embarrassed about it, but the deer caved in and helped him, it was kinda pathetic to see Legoshi so lost, almost worst than with Haru

○ Louis tried to persuade Legoshi to make the first move, but Legoshi, our lovely boio, was to nervous

○ so, you took matters in your own hands and invited him out to the city after school to go eat somewhere

○ Legoshi was extreamly nervous after this, especially during because he kept looking at you the whole time.

○ sweet mans wanted to hold your hand but was to anxious

○ You took his hand in his and he nearly choked on his food

○ after that, yall start dating, yippe!!!!!!

○ wolf man is absolutely smitten by you, hardly able to keeo his eyes off of you, especially during drama, which he gets yelled at for

○ Jack and the fog squad are his hype mans! Definitely hyping him up when you two of little dates like- "thats our wolf boy look at him go<333333"

○ Legoshi is to nervous to take initiative or to be the first to make any moves, so youre mainly the one who does them, like holding his habd or kissing his head?????

○ Flustered baby

○ he definitely asks you once and awhile to touch your main fur, which you happily oblige and he just melts at the softness

○ sometimes, Legoshi definitely needs Validation, he hardly gets any:((

○ So youre his supplier, making sure he knows that you care about him and love him and that he isnt a monster

○ soon, when he is comfortable, he will start coming to you if he has problems or just needs comfort

○ LET HIM TALK ABOUT BUGS P L E A S E

○ he will talk about bugs forever and you attempt to listen but youre to focused on how cute he is when he is excited (your ass is not listening!!!!)

○ i feel like if you pet him he would absolutely melt, like he starts shaking his leg like a dog and ITS ADORABLE

○ he is so touch starved, it took him forever to open up to it, but when he does he is clingy, only in private though, he would be to embarrassed if it was public

○ you two are the carnivore couple

○ what??? You think people dont notice how excited legoshi gets when you enter a room???? And the way you smile at him and come and sit by him?????

○ its so obvious hun

○ i like to imagine some people are just happy to see Legoshi in an actual healthy relationship, regardless if its with a big lion guy, hey atleast hes happy!!!

○ you need to take care of him, this poor man forgets that he has to take care of himself, so sometimes you have to force him to rest, drink water, or to eat

○ you lecture him while your probably petting him so he aint listening

○ he wants to get stronger for you to impress you and show you he is strong too!! Even though your basically the man of the relationship he still tries

○ Let him impress you, he gets so happy when you praise him like cmon

○ would throw himself into danger just to keep you safe, though you would do the same but ur like 'baby please dont'

○ definitely lets you brush his fur, and if you let him, would love to brush out your main

○ love. Him. Validate. Him.

○ he has been through alot, he needs so much love i swear

○ good thing he has you:)

#beastars #beastars x reader #legoshi x reader #legoshi #legoshi beastars #x reader #reader insert #male reader #x reader headcanons #headcanons #legoshi best boi #god let me pet him PLEASE

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everythingisawayoflife · 4 months ago

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one direction has been in the news as of late and on my mind (and on repeat) so i’m taking it upon myself to combine my two interests and describing what kind of directioner each batfam member is. this is for pure shits and giggles and not really based on canon, im going off pure vibes and spite.

dick - dick is NOT ashamed of his love for one direction and works out to them frequently. he’s definitely a harry fan and his favorite era of harry looks is prince hair but also long hair bc mulletwing, duh. his favorite album is midnight memories and favorite song is happily. he def saw them and 5sos in concert and remembers exactly where he was when zayn announced he was leaving the group.

jason - jason only knows so much one direction cause dick blares it in the cave when they’re working out. jason fucks with zayn and louis so hard and believes their 2014 VMAs look is top tier (which, valid). jason let himself listen to Midnight Memories, cause he appreciated the aesthetic of the album, his favorite song is the title track, Midnight Memories. to spite dick, however, he will bump The Wanted, since dick was there to witness the 1D vs. The Wanted beef.

tim - tim wasn’t a directioner but he did stumble on the adventurous adventures of one direction as a kid and may or may not know all the words to that iconic first episode, so he knows a decent chunk of lore. he also scrolls through l*rry forums when he’s bored and enjoys poking holes in their logic (tim has fought babygaters and come out on top). tim does not have a favorite album but he does enjoy their cover of one way or another/teenage kicks that they did for red nose day as well as teenage dirtbag. tim also does not have a favorite member but if he had to pick, gun to his head, he’d probably say louis.

steph - do not cite the deep magic (best song ever music video intro) to stephanie, she was there when it was written. steph is a diehard directioner. she watched the icarly episode where they guest starred when carly gave harry jungle worms. stephanie read the one direction imagines, wrote and read one direction x y/n fanfiction, she breathed these boys and would give a kidney to one of them if asked. steph loves their whole discography but i find her being very partial to their fetus era, so take me home i think is her fave, and her fave song is heart attack, that went platinum in her bedroom. steph swore she was gonna marry zayn with that cinnamon curl in his hair and a little part of her still thinks she will.

damian - this baby tried so hard not to let the 1D bug bite him but made in the AM came on a playlist dick had made for him and he was a goner. damian outwardly craps on them but when he’s alone, he listens to FOUR and MITAM, exclusively. he doesn’t think he could take them seriously as musicians if he listened to anything before then. damian likes liam bc when he tallied it up, liam had written the most of his favorite songs (i actually did this the other day, liam and louis wrote 23 of the songs on my fave 1D songs playlist) and liam is the “leader” of the group. damian really loves “if i could fly” and has even printed sheet music to learn to play it on piano.

duke - for duke, one direction has put out what he likes to call “certified hood classics”. he was familiar with their mainstream pop hits and has maybe even pretended to be a bigger fan to impress girls but he did geniunely become a bigger fan when he moved into the manor. like jason, duke fucks with zayn so hard and midnight memories is the shit for him. he enjoys “don’t forget where you belong” but his favorite mainstream hit is “kiss you”.

cass - stephanie introduced cass to one direction and while cass isn’t as obessesed with them as steph, she really does love FOUR. “once in a lifetime” is so calming for her. she finds a lot of the songs on FOUR are good for working out, dancing, etc. she also loves a lot of zayns solo work. niall is her favorite tho cause of his kind face.

bruce - in an attempt to get closer to his kids, he tried listening to their music and honestly did not see the appeal until like halfway through FOUR. steph once showed him a photo in their fetus eras and asked him hypothetically which one he’d let her and/or cass date if the opportunity ever arose itself. he said they all looked very nice. then she showed him a photo of them during the FOUR era, all tatted up, and asked again. he said either harry or niall. bruce’s favorite song is fool’s gold. steph makes an offhand comment about wanting to do everything in her power to get the band back together and bruce takes her very literally and starts attempting to make phone calls. the whole family puts a (reluctant) stop to it before bruce breaks twitter.

barbara - before she became oracle, babs was on the team of directioners who hacked security cameras to watch them at the airport, it was sort of her first foray into computer skills. she has locked that part of her deep in her soul but without it, she wouldn’t be as proficient as she is now. barbara has loved louis as long as shes been familiar with 1D and loves how sassy he is. her favorite song is “i want to write you a song” and her favorite album is MITAM.

#batman #bruce wayne #tim drake #dick grayson #jason todd #batfam #barbara gordon #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #damian wayne #i was gonna add alfred but i fear alfred is NOT bumpin that #but if he hears it while cooking he wont argue with his grandkids #whatever makes them happy #even if it is british and irish boys in the tightest of jeans #one direction

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ranposbabe · 11 months ago

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Delightful | William James Moriarty x Reader

Chapter 12

You were used to feeling an aching pain in your neck. The amount of times you’ve woken up on the sofa or the floor due to drunkenness was something you couldn’t simply count on your fingers. But this was different. Your eyes flutter and soon open to the sight of a dark and empty…

“Cell ?!” You sit up straight in complete shock.

“I bet Louis set me up.” You roll your eyes.

The mans fist punched against the bar and it was only then did you realise… you weren’t alone. Ever so slightly, you turn your head to see who exactly took part in this arrangement. You honestly couldn’t help but flinch in surprise at the way the man sat on a stool just a few feet away, watching you intently. You only remember there being one man in the carriage perhaps he was the getaway driver.

He looked young, possibly your age. As well as that he looked extremely nervous with both of his fists clenched.

“I-I can’t help you.” He stutters, not daring to even look your way. “Yes you can !” You nod, trying to somewhat charm your way out. He doesn’t budge, genuine fear was in his eyes. He actually seemed more scared then you were. “Please I’m frightened.” You faked a gentle tone which seemingly didn’t work. In defeat, you turn back around facing the dark wall.

You were gonna be here a while.

If you were hungover right now, you could deal and honestly quite prefer the eery silence. But you were sober. Unfortunately.

If you had any reason to drink now would be the time.

“There’s these men I know…well I don’t exactly know them and they don’t know me.” You’re not exactly sure what you’re attempting by speaking on such matter that clearly isn’t relevant. But as the words slip past your lips suddenly you lose sense of it all. “I don’t understand why they’re being so nice to me. I guess I do owe them.”

It was true. All of it. Maybe it was because all this nonsense has happened in such a short amount of time that it was hard to process or maybe it was because you’ve never really received much kindness before.

“I wouldn’t blame them if they didn’t come looking for me.”

Suddenly you hear the sound of rustling and you don’t even turn to look until

he slips a piece of paper through the bars your fingers graze against his shaking fingers. Without hesitation You open the folded paper thinking maybe he wrote a location or how exactly to escape. Not that you’re too confident at escaping in the first place. There’s a slight glimmer of hope in your eyes that fades away as soon as you open it all you find written is

144

“The fuck is this ?” You groan, with nothing to do you simply stare down at the unusual numbers.

“What does this mean ?” You wish you were playing dumb. You were genuinely at a loss. “Year and number.” He whispered.

You whip your head around to meet his widen and slightly creepy eyes already on you. You were quick to return to staring at the damp wall before you.

“Cheers that really puts things into perspective.” You frown, crinkling the paper in your fist.

“That’s all the con man has ever said. I don’t even know myself.” The young man is quick to leave after speaking to you, his head remains low as he shuts the door behind him.

“The con man ?” You raise a brow in confusion. A sudden heat burned in your chest. You hiss at the sudden sensation and look down at your chest, you instantly remember you pull it out from your blouse. The crow necklace. You’ve completely forgotten about it’s existence and yet in this moment it’s never felt so heavy and somewhat of a burden. Without hesitation you grip onto it and attempt to pull trying to free your neck of the pain but to no avail it doesn’t budge it begins to leave red marks on your neck if you pulled anymore you were sure that your neck would bleed. But even when you loosen your grip on the demented necklace your throat feels tight and suddenly there’s no air along within the damn small caving in walls in the cell you find yourself in.

You attempt to ease yourself by standing, your legs begin to shake as you do so.

Your only entertainment was to peer out to look at the darkening sky.

Your hand reaches out to touch you…well you weren’t sure exactly theres something of a makeshift window above you to your left, your neck begins to ache again as you stare up above.

It so quiet. So quiet that your ears start to ring. They ring until you catch the glimpse of a midnight shadow passing by.

Just then, a bird had flown down to the window, staring right down at you but to be specific it was a crow. All he did was stare down at you, heckled a caw and disappeared within the night sky.

Maybe you did hit your head again but you could swear on a pint that it was the same bird from before in the garden.

But all crows look the same, don’t they ?

“I’ve actually been kidnapped.” You mumble, eyes still widened as ever.

Your hand shakes at the sudden thought of William. Him and him only. In a moment like this, a situation that you’ve never been in before, why in a fearful place he’s the only one that comes to mind.

He’s a man who has priorities. What could he do for you ? Or perhaps what could you do for him ? Nothing.

But as you stared out at the darkened sky your heart couldn’t help but hope.

Could he really be the one to bring you to back to see day light ? You weren’t sure.

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zayns-beer-can-gainz · 23 days ago

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teardrops: a liam payne tribute fic

by: remy andersen

a/n: i wrote this probably a few days after liam’s passing. i was reluctant whether to share it on here but figured eh, might as well, what’s the worst that could happen. hope you guys enjoy!

“please let this be the right address.”

i found myself muttering that through my teeth with fingers crossed as i turned the rainy and grey street corner in the middle of wolverhampton.

the boys had called me there as they’d just signed to a new management label, under the name payno records, a tribute to their fallen friend, and one that would be wholly owned and operated by them; well, louis would most often take the helm. i always saw him as the leader of the group anyway, at least he had the voice and mentality for it.

still, anything was better than psychic cowbell or, whoever the hell that monster was.

he was responsible for tipping that first domino that indirectly led to the giant domino being toppled in argentina 2 years ago.

i still had a bitter taste in my mouth over that day. the day that was never supposed to happen. the funeral that wasn’t supposed to happen until i was on the verge of death myself.

wolverhampton was a quaint town. it always rained, apparently. a shining star from that area was snatched from this earth far too soon, and ever since that day, the sun always chose to hide behind the clouds, unworthy of shining down on that grief-riddled town, even two years on. it was never the same.

still, this didn’t faze me, as i approached the door i was looking for and strode up the steps. this one still had one of those old-fashioned knockers, i thought to myself. adds to the charm.

i shivered slightly due to the seemingly never-ending cold as i waited for the door to open.

once it did, my eyes got a small taste of how it looked inside. the light was ambient, soft, warm. the tv was on, blaring as loud as i would expect a man-cave tv to sound on sunday evening. and who else answered the door but the man i was expecting.

“hiii,” louis greeted me, eyes lighting up as he gave a small trademark wave, before embracing me as i anticipated.

the way that he hugged was gentle, and the way that he spoke was rather hushed, even if he hadn’t seen me in what felt like ages.

as if he was afraid of hurting me or breaking me.

as if he knew how precious of a commodity, how valuable of an asset i was to the band.

to him.

“come on, the rest of ‘em are inside,” he motioned for me to follow him as we stepped foot into the house.

it felt like a proper home. not some cheap hotel. not some makeshift bunkhouse that was set up to the point where they felt like prisoners, but could never speak on the matter. no, this was more like your mother’s house. the air inside could wrap around you like a fleece blanket, and the smell could waft through your nostrils like you were smelling a bowl of hot soup on a cold winter’s eve. this was home. i already adored it.

“you guys own this?” i asked as i looked around, shoving my still-trembling hands in my sweatshirt pockets.

“mmhm,” louis proudly nodded. “we ditched the rental a while back, found this place… here we are.”

suddenly a voice from further down the hallway called out “looehh!”

i laughed, “that sounds like zayn.”

“i’m needed,” louis replied with that twinge of familiar sarcasm as he rolled his eyes with a small shake of the head. “be right back love,” he patted my shoulder as he turned to run back there, shouting over his shoulder, “make yourself comfortable!”

i chuckled nervously as i scanned the room some more.

“pst! over here!” that familiar irish twang came from the couch, motioning for me to come closer.

our eyes lit up in parallel recognition when we spotted each other.

“nialler,” i replied warmly as i ran over to him, instantly enveloping him in a proper hug.

i was half-expecting harry to be right next to him, but the seat next to him was indeed vacant.

i cocked my head at this. “where’s harry?” i asked, quietly just in case.

niall shrugged, looking around himself, “think he went to goof off with zayn or… or something, dunno.” he grabbed the remote and turned the volume down on the tv. “how ya been girlie? we missed ya!”

“yeah, it’s been since you left the grieving house last year and moved into pumpkin spice and everything nice,” i gestured around the place.

niall laughed at this. “yeah, it is nice, isn’t it. i take it louis’ already greeted ya at the door there,” he pointed.

i nodded. “sure has. he always has such a warm smile.”

“what about me?” he cocked his eyebrow at me like he was playfully offended at what i said, folding his arms. “surely i’ve got the smile to please.”

then he did his classic chin-in-the-hands cheeky grin like he graced so many audiences with over the past couple years.

“yeah, i’ve seen that too many times before,” i shook my head, hoping he’d catch that i didn’t really mean it.

niall was a warm person too. he always was.

we could just sit in silence, barely say a word, and find comfort in the virtually inaudible sound of our breathing.

but after a while, i realized louis hadn’t come back yet.

“you’ve any idea where louis ran off to?” i asked.

niall shrugged, “out back to have a smoke, probably. with zayn.”

i shuddered at the thought of smoking. it was attractive when someone else did it, but me? i could never. i was too pure to even consider it.

an advertisement suddenly came on the television, something about a mental health clinic and tips on how to grieve, or just to process loss in general.

“can we change the channel?” i mumbled, “every time this comes on, i can’t help but think of it.”

“yeah, sure thing,” niall reached over and grabbed the remote for me. “you decide what we wanna watch.”

“okay,” i smiled in response and began casually flipping. as i did so, i continued the subtle conversation.

“so what other commodities you offer here?”

“a backyard swimming pool,” niall joked. “nah, but i wish though. we’ve got our sleeping chambers upstairs.”

“you mean bedrooms?” i chuckled.

“well, yeah, but once you get so used to life on the road, you develop new names for ‘em, i suppose. but yeah, you know them as bedrooms.” i knew niall was joking when he said that. he was the funny man in the group, well, harry tried to be sometimes, and zayn did an even worse job. but i knew they all had a sensitive side to them. the ones with the brighter smiles hid the bigger ones.

“have you put your stuff away yet?” niall asked me, turning my way.

i glanced over at the suitcase i’d parked beside the door, shaking my head. “nah, i probably should.”

“here,” he sprung up, “want me to show you? it’s right upstairs, follow me.”

and so i sprinted behind him, lugging my zillion-ton suitcase clumsily behind me.

“you’ll be sleeping across the way from harry,” niall gave my side a nudge, looking at me knowingly.

“since when did i say he was my favorite member?” i retorted with a laugh.

“zayn told me. he sees straight through sometimes. especially with you.”

“ugh,” i folded my arms and rolled my eyes, “can’t stand that bastard sometimes.”

“yeah, he can be a bit of a smartass sometimes. but we all can.”

suddenly a call from down below. “nialler, lad, where’dja go?”

“coming!” he shouted back, turning on a dine and trucking back down to meet louis.

i stayed upstairs, taking careful note of my accommodations.

liam would have slept here if he were still around, i mused to myself somberly.

i looked outside my window and viewed a clear sight of him, in the dusky sky, painting a beautiful orange and fuscia tinted landscape up above, the clouds forming that signature v-pattern that i’d took notice of all the times before.

suddenly i heard voices creep closer to my room, the footsteps making their way up the stairs.

“have you shown her the room yet?”

“yeah, yeah, it’s all fine and dandy, she’s cool with it.”

i froze slightly before i heard the door behind me open.

��ah, there you are!”

“hey, we need to talk to you for a sec.”

oh lord, i thought to myself. just a sec? usually those turned into a whole minute, proceeded by another 59.

but it really didn’t feel like any time at all, zayn was standing by the door as well, and he gave me a friendly smile and wave, and i proceeded to hug him back as per the norm. he, too, was a gentle hugger.

“what would you like us to know about you?” louis asked, standing the closest to me.

“this feels like an interview,” i nervously chuckled, “uhh…”

“reason why we need to know,” louis semi-rudely interrupted, “is that you’re gonna be staying with us here for a while, right? and we kinda gotta sorta take you under our wing, in a sense, you get what i mean?” the speed at which he was talking and all those damn dramatic yet quick hand gestures only made me even more confused.

yet, i cleared my throat.

“please be patient with me,” i responded quietly to them. “i know absolutely nothing. that’s all i ask of you.”

“that’s it?” louis prodded.

i nodded. “i don’t know much, forgive me.”

“that’s quite alright with us. we don’t expect you to know anything,” louis reassured me.

“do you think you’ll feel happy here?” zayn then asked me.

“of course,” i quietly reply, a bit more sure of my answer. “i’m with you guys.”

i felt bad when they all had to lean in to hear me. but sometimes i only spoke at one volume. louis did too, and it was frozen on *loud.*

“anyway,” louis continued, “get situated in your room, unpack, put your belongings away, whatever, we’ll be back to check on you in a little while.” he whipped a pointing finger out on me, “you got our contacts right?” it sounded like one long word strewn together, but i just smiled and nodded, taking my phone out of my leggings pocket and waggling it in front of them.

“so you know who the best contact would be, right? either one of us?” louis’ frantic finger pointed to himself, niall and zayn in one split second.

“yeah, yeah, sure sure,” i laughed. “i’ll just call up my mum and tell her how homesick i am.”

“oy, don’t do that quite yet, love! get settled in first! then you can have the dramatic chit chat and all that jazz, y’know?”

“we’re holding you hostage for a while,” zayn joked, before turning to go back downstairs.

“you’ll feel real comfortable here, promise,” niall patted my shoulder. “just let us know what’s troublin’ ya, if anything.”

i nodded slowly, beginning to turn away. “alright.”

“alright, see ya on the other side.” he bounded back down the stairs after his bandmates.

still, i hadn’t quite gotten my one question answered by any of them, partially because i was too shy to ask anyone other than niall.

where in the world was harry?

night fell, and i found myself sitting alone in my room, having to overhear the loud conversations going on downstairs, primarily between louis and zayn, niall occasionally butting in with that pronounced irish tongue. they were having chinese takeout. gross.

i stared outside the window at the full moon. the storm seemingly ceased for just a brief moment, giving way to a sky crystal and blue, something i never thought i’d know again.

i could only trace a couple of stars, in the pattern of four congruent arrows. that was liam checking in on us.

i gave a wan smile back, with a tear in my eye. i did miss him, truly. i really could find him in the region of the summer stars, even when it was in the middle of a harsh and bitter winter.

somehow, the tears never stopped, even as i broke the glimpse, swiveling my head back to the door.

i looked around for a box of tissues, but there was none to be found.

the room was dark, but i didn’t feel like turning the light on.

this was the somber hour for me. it always occurred at night, when no one could see my bloodshot eyes, my insomniac mind racing, and i truly hated how i got those thoughts. how could you tell that small organ inside you to shut up? shouldn’t it carry more insignificance to me, less weight?

i got interrupted by a buzz i felt in my hoodie pocket.

i whipped my phone out to see a text from harry flash on my screen.

“you good?”

almost instantly following that, i heard a single barely-audible knock on my door.

i looked up, and in the moonlight streaming into the room from the window, a faint light shone on the figure standing in the doorway, propping himself against it.

i could almost see the corners of his lips turn up slightly as he wiggled his fingers in barely a wave, his other hand holding a barely-illuminated phone.

i smiled and allowed more tears to fall.

tears of happiness.

he was there the whole time, even when i wasn’t aware.

“you good?” harry mouthed to me, as if i hadn’t received the text in the first place, turning the waving hand into a thumbs-up gesture.

i hung my head down slightly and gave a small shake of the head.

not bothering to look up, i felt him sit cross-legged next to me on the bed, our knees nearly touching one another.

“what’s wrong?” he whispered, leaning into me with his hands folded in his lap.

i swallowed hard. “i miss him.” i nodded over to the window, at the arrows in the stars.

harry pursed his lips and nodded in thought. “we all do,” he softly mumbled in reply. “but we try not to think of it. we let ourselves focus on the happier times, the times that once existed, and flourished. we can look back on the past, and accept that… it was there, it happened, but the present, the now…” he pointed down with his finger, “is here to stay.” he paused for a moment. “as much as i wish it were possible, we can’t physically reverse the hands of time. but in our minds, we can produce an effect close enough, through mere reminiscing.”

i let an acceptable period of silence pass between us, a question floating from the recesses of my mind that i’d been meaning to ask, well, any of them. louis primarily, but harry was a good second route.

“do you… do you think li would have liked me?”

harry didn’t even have to consider it, nodding with a growing smile. “yeah. he would have adored you. you’re full of life, of light, of energy. you’ve got attributes that mirror his. although, obviously, you’re not him and there’s no replacing his soul and his spirit, as unique as it was… there’s a lot of liam in you. i wholeheartedly believe it.”

this made me cry all over again. i didn’t even come close to matching liam in any respect. i didn’t understand how i could even be worthy of that title. there was only one liam payne. i wasn’t liam 2.0. it just couldn’t even come close to sitting right in my mind.

so i shook my head at this. “you don’t mean it.”

“i wouldn’t say it if i didn’t mean it.” harry was studying how my lips morphed into a frown, how i refused to make eye contact, how i just kept focusing on my kneecaps, my shins, as i sat there.

“what makes you happy?” he suddenly asked me, tapping me with a gentle touch of the finger on the shoulder.

“uh…” even through my tumultuous thoughts, i could still carve a pathway for my universal, simple answer that i could always trust myself to give to this question, as often as i was asked it. “music,” i nodded.

“what kind of music?” his voice grew just a touch softer.

i shrugged. “your music… 80’s…”

“do you have a favorite artist you like to listen to?” i knew he was trying to distract me from my stress, from my sadness, trying to relieve the pressure through the placement of sunny thoughts in my mind.

“not really,” i shook my head. “lately i’ve been listening to michael jackson’s discography. or re-listening, rather. but i’m also into disco and yacht rock, maybe some love ballads, power ballads…”

“ah, so you go for genres rather than artists. interesting approach there,” he waggled a finger at me, smiling admirably.

“yeah,” i shrugged again. “i dunno.”

another period of silence, a bit more prolonged.

“what about… what about you?” i tried not to let the hesitation show, as i knew he was the type to instantly detect it. “what uh… what makes you happy?”

“i’m so happy you asked,” he gently replied, whipping out his own phone.

the lock screen was of a young girl who looked no more than two, smiling and happy in a sunny yellow dress.

i knew harry was very subtle and private when it came to sharing glimpses of his personal life, contrary to louis who always seemed to overshare (well, he overshared in general, which i always found humorous).

“is that… is that your daughter?” i asked, playing completely dumb.

“that’s my niece,” he replied with a warm smile, swiping up and immediately tapping on his camera roll.

he scrolled a bit back but landed right on the video he wanted to show me.

“this is from when i was babysitting a while ago,” he pressed play. “just look at her.”

it wasn’t even like i was seeing much, she was walking towards him with wobbly steps on a super-clean carpet.

“is that your sister’s house?” i asked.

harry nodded, swiping left to another video.

this one was almost identical, expect midway through she fell right down in front of him, and i could hear harry quietly laughing in the background.

“she loves me,” harry shook his head, trying to hide his smile, “she can’t get enough. she’ll always want to walk over to me, like, she’ll want me to check her out. like some fashion show,” he chuckled.

“future runway model,” i jokingly replied.

“mmm, right.” he showed me one more video, well, at least i thought it was going to be one more. it ended up being ten more. he had videos all the way from when she was only a few days old and just sleeping in her crib. just photos though, not videos.

“so you’re like the annoying aunt who won’t stop taking photos of their niece or nephew,” i laughed. “i’ve got one of those.”

“my mum likens me to it, yeah,” harry nodded with a soft chuckle. “but she deserves to have one of those. even if it’s me.”

“would you… would you want kids of your own one day?” i couldn’t help but ask, the thought pulsing up to the front of my mind.

harry sighed out slowly. “my time will come.” it was a simple answer, but maybe there was more behind it that he chose not to tell me.

he was quick to redirect the conversation, though.

“how about your fiancé and… have you guys talked about it at all… yet?”

“nahh,” i shook my head with a light giggle. “no way. i only know how to look after houseplants, and even so, i can barely do it.”

“no pressure, obviously,” harry laughed softly. “it’s not for everyone.” right then, he flipped back to his phone and showed me even *more* pictures of his niece.

“had to go to an exhibit right afterwards, unfortunately. for valentino. was a lovely show but… definitely missed being away from her. my sister too. her husband. they’re great parents. great people. my mum… bless her… she was born to be a grandmother. she handles it so well.” he had broke out into a fond grin, staring at his screen with even fonder eyes. “seeing her takes away some of the mental anguish that i’d be facing.”

“from li?”

harry nodded. “yeah.”

i thought for a minute. “you know… speaking of the relationship you guys have with each other… you always refer to each other as brothers. i like that.”

“yeah,” he quietly laughed, taking the time to reflect himself, “we’ve always been that way with one another. we are brothers. and louis will tell you too, y’know, like… he’ll say ‘we’re just brothers here,’ and that openness alone will make you feel so welcome.”

“well, i hope you guys don’t mind a little sister.” i felt a pinging in my heart as i said that, for some reason.

“never,” harry rubbed my back, moving a bit closer to me.

“i already feel welcome here,” i nodded. “very much welcome.”

“i’m glad you are.” he put his arm around me, which sent a shiver down my spine, followed by the most overwhelmingly warm feeling in my chest. i leaned into it as he held himself there.

i glanced in the direction of the door, still hearing a tiny bit of commotion. “did you not… have dinner down there with the rest of the boys?”

“oh, no,” he shook his head, “had a bowl of cereal for dinner. wasn’t feeling too hungry,” he rubbed his stomach. “haven’t really been feeling hot down there, anyway.”

i looked up into his eyes with a softened glance. “are you sick?”

he shrugged. “dunno. maybe it will pass in time. only one way to find out.”

“well don’t get *me* sick!” i laughed, pushing myself back from him, and this earned a quiet laugh from him in return.

then we both leaned back and flopped down on the bed, not even planning on it, but i suppose we could communicate telepathically in that second.

then i bit my lip, unsure whether or not i should say what was on my mind next.

“i’ve always wanted a big brother,” i whispered to harry, “ever since i was little. i… i’m an only child… it gets lonely…”

“mmm…” harry nodded thoughtfully, looking straight up to the ceiling.

i followed his gaze, sighing out softly.

“but like… you guys have your sisters already. louis’ got four of them, plus a brother… good lord,” i shook my head. “i don’t think i could ever handle that. zayn i think’s got three sisters… and you’ve got gemma…”

“niall’s parents are divorced, and he kinda sorta… broke contact… with his older brother, while back… i actually forget when he told me this, but, point being,” he turned to face me with a small smile, “i’m sure he’d love a sister more than any of us.”

“are you gonna tell niall that?”

“tell him what?”

“that i want to be his sister.”

“do you want me to?” harry chuckled. “no, you should tell him. speaks from the heart, and it’s your heart, not mine. y’know?”

“yeah,” i nodded, pursing my lips, “i get it.” then i looked around, as if niall was somehow also in the room with us. “where is he?” i turned back to harry. “surely they’re done eating now, right?”

“dunno, wanna check?”

as we both stood back up from the bed, i made sure to hug him one more time before we headed downstairs again, me leading the way, and harry barely able to keep up.

through the closest window, i could see louis and zayn sitting out front, presumably having another smoke.

but niall was all alone on the couch watching some netflix film.

i was nervous to tell him, honestly. i didn’t know what he would think. he’d probably laugh at the idea.

as soon as we got to the base of the stairs, harry took off in the other direction, towards the bathroom.

poor thing, i thought as i looked on with a worried glance. maybe he had a virus. i didn’t know.

then i turned my attention back to the couch, taking a deep breath in.

maybe he would think it was cute. that i was cute for thinking that.

oh well. it was now or never.

so i came around and sat on the far end. glancing over, i could see he was on the phone with his girlfriend. they could have facetimed. i wondered why they chose not to this time.

he must have felt the weight shift below his seat, because he turned his head to meet my eyes, suddenly muttering quickly into the speaker, “gotta go babe, love ya.” he waited for the “love you too” before he clicked off.

“hey,” he smiled and motioned with his finger for me to come closer.

“how’s your… how’s your girlfriend?” i asked as i slid next to him, suddenly not knowing what to say.

“she’s good! too far away, obviously,” he joked. “but uh… yeah. how ‘bout you? how’s your fiancé?”

“too far away,” i repeated with a laugh.

“ah, same boat then,” niall laughed with me.

i tried to think of a proper way to bring up what harry had wanted me to say to him.

“you miss your family at all?” i asked. “you ever miss them?”

“erm… yeah, well, certainly, i mean… i…” he sighed, “i do miss them, sure.”

“do you contact them a lot?” i asked.

“certainly.”

“do they contact you a lot?”

“ehh… nah, not really,” he waved it off with a nervous chuckle. “but they’re busy with their personal lives, i get it, honestly.”

but for some reason, even though he was smiling about it, my mind was tinged with sadness over thinking that… he was probably used to it. i bet that’s why he spoke to his girlfriend so much, and liked having her in his company. normalcy had been a foreign term to all of them for what seemed like forever. being away from any familiarity must have come as a shock a long time ago. now… they’d been through that trial so many times to the point where they were numb of feeling, of longing. it was painful to even fathom, how i was on track to become the next one of them.

those anxious thoughts were looming, always on the verge of racing in my mind at the most inconvenient of times. i wasn’t sure if i was ready for that.

“i miss my family,” i lamented to niall, nodding slowly and in thought, eyes rolling up to the ceiling. “my fiancé is part of it, sure, but… i grew up with my parents, and nobody else in the house. i grew up not knowing a sibling, what a sibling was like, what having one was like…” i hated how my voice grew shaky in that moment.

“yeah,” niall chuckled, “but you probably wouldn’t want one. my brother and i, when we were younger, we were crazy, driving our parents off the rails.”

“yeah, and i was too good of a child. i got far too much attention from my parents. i was spoiled, really.”

“i’m sure you were,” niall laughed.

“no, but like…” i shook my head, “i hated attention, and i still do. nobody in my family seemed to understand that. and i was too shy to tell them.” i sighed a shaky breath out softly, “i’ve always been shy. always.”

“me too,” niall nodded in agreement. “even as a performer, as someone who’s gotta grace that stage with all those fans for multiple nights at a time. it’s crazy to think about, i know. but… that’s what’s going on inside.” he tapped his temple with his finger. “and all of us can relate to it.”

i inched a bit closer to him.

“my biggest wish is that i had someone to always turn to who actually… understood how i was feeling, just like…” i swallowed, “just like a sibling would.”

“aw,” niall put an arm around me. “well, i tell you what. out of all of us, you look the most like liam. really. i mean it. and you wanna know what he told me once? just completely off-hand?” he waved his hand to the side as he said it.

“w-what?” i stammered.

“man… i would love it if i had a little sister.” he mimicked his voice to make it sound like liam’s thick wolverhampton accent. it made me giggle ever so slightly. but the words touched me. i was set to cry all over again.

“do you mean it? really?” i found myself blurting out loud to him.

“yeah,” he smiled warmly, “and it’s amazing how i still have had fond recollection of it. like it… like it just happened yesterday.” now it was his turn to swallow hard.

and again, it simply felt too good to be true.

how could liam want someone like me in his life.

i went to bed that night still shaking my head at that mystery.

and when i woke up the next morning, i found myself in a fetal position, clinging onto my pillow, with two wet stains where my eyes had touched, feeling my nose run and tears fall down my cheeks.

teardrops are falling

on your face again

cause i don’t know how to love you

when i am broken too…

“remyyy!!!” i heard louis exclaim in a chipper voice as i heard his feet scurry to the door and his fist knock loudly quite a few times.

“uh… good morning?” i had to snort, seeing how he came bounding in my room like a little kid high on sugar. he never outgrew that, even as the oldest.

“yeah, so we were thinking…” he crept closer to me and instantly noticed the state of my face. “heyy…” his expression softened as he bent down in front of me and took my hand in his. “don’t cry… what’s got you like this?”

i shook my head, unable to produce a steady answer. “i… i dunno… i was crying all night last night.”

“aw, c’mere darling,” he sat me up as he sat next to me on the bed, bringing me in for a light hug. “you’re gonna hang with us majority of the day, yeah? you wanna play some footie out back?” he pretended to kick a ball about as he said it. “just gonna be you’n me, i’m afraid, unless i can convince zayn. harry an’ niall’ve gone out to the gym already, y’know them, early risers an’ all.”

i thought for a moment. “what’s zayn like to do?” i asked.

“ah, shit, i dunno,” louis shrugged, “guess he likes to draw, play pc games. write stuff. does that sound more fun to you?” he pretended to look and sound offended as he said it, which made me break out into a grin.

“no, no,” i laughed, “hanging with you sounds fun. i just… didn’t know…” i sighed, “guess it’s just gonna be us.”

as i started to lift myself up, louis immediately grabbed my wrist and brought me back down, “no no wait… what do *you* like to do? you can tell me, it’s okay!”

“what do i like to do?” i repeated with a nervous quiet laugh, blushing slightly at the question. i didn’t expect him to even care about what i liked to do as recreation, as hobby, if you could even count it as that. “well, uh…” i tried not to sound too nervous, as i was unsure whether it was worthy of explanation, “i like to listen to music and dance, primarily, and write stories. i get inspired by music a lot of times, it’s what keeps me going. besides that, i… i like to swim. i like to rollerblade. i did do karate but… it’s been a while.”

“ah, neat!” louis backhanded me, “how high up are you? like what rank?”

“second degree black belt,” i replied in the most casual way possible.

“fuckin ‘ell, get outta ‘ere!” louis slapped a hand to his chest. “now *please* tell me i was the first person to learn about that just now. please tell me that!”

“yeah,” i laughed, “although didn’t harry take jiu jitsu like a while back? or was i just seeing an article about it?”

“i believe so, you’d have to double check with him but…” suddenly he got up and bolted down the hall, yelling “zayn! you’re not gonna believe this!!!”

i rolled my eyes, checking my texts.

from niall: “morning sunshine :) harry wanted me to tell you that we’ve gone out to the gym for a little while. we typically do that early morning. i know you’re probably not that type, which is valid lol. hope you got a good night’s rest! see ya soon! ~nialler <3”

i smiled and texted back, “have fun doing whatever boys do at the gym… ~remster <3” i knew that was going to be our thing from here on out. i still needed to figure out a thing for me and louis, that would be quick to figure out, everything just came naturally with him. harry’s and zayn’s would each come with time.

“what the fuck,” i suddenly heard a deep voice from my doorway. looking up, i saw zayn propped against there. “when were you gonna tell us? that’s fuckin’ sick.”

“oh god,” i rolled my eyes, laughing. “i know it sounds like quite a feat to you all.”

“no, it is,” he nodded, looking serious as ever, it almost made me laugh. “you gonna show us some moves sometime?”

i tensed up at this, unsure of whether to show them anything. i was super wary of showing off my karate skills in general to total strangers, i just didn’t want to come off as the showing-off type. i wanted to remain humble about my acquired expertise.

“eh,” i shrugged with a smile, “maybe sometime. but yeah, i’ve done it for a while now. fourteen years and counting.”

“shit, that is a long time.”

“you’re impressed?” i raised a skeptical eyebrow at him, playfully of course.

“yeah,” he breathed out, shaking his head. “now help me wrangle up louis and we’ll figure out what the hell to do before the others get back from their little workout.”

i smiled, getting up and joining him. “sounds good to me.”

#one direction #one direction fanfiction #zayn malik #liam payne #harry styles #rip liam payne #louis tomlinson #niall horan #Spotify

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seriousbrat · 2 days ago

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luke newberry would be suchhh a good remus !!! also he's almost exactly who id imagine as an older Cory Gruter Andrew, who I often see as a young/ 11-12 remus.

also someone mentioned abhay verma and I completelyyyy agree!! he's such a cutie (doesn't give the arrogant vibe tho) and the sec I saw him in munjya I was like THATS MY JAMES🤧 also im tired of people using younger and younger fcs for the women (eg annalise basso) but the same old ones for men!! abhay I think would look v cute with her.

and omg the sirius fc u suggested😩😩😩🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

also earl cave could be a good severus fc?? esp him in the school of good and evil. but i agree his fcs are very hard to find

Oh I recognise Cory Gruter Andrew from Anne with an E! Yes, I definitely think hes very young Remus vibes!

Luke Newberry is great because stuff from In the Flesh and Banana works well for teen Remus, like this gifset. There he is on a train, it's giving Hogwarts Express, there he is wearing Gryffindor colours. But now he's actually around the age of adult Remus in the books and still looks the part imo!

I definitely agree about people using younger FCs for the women (although tbf the footage I see people use of Annalise is usually from when she was younger than she is now.) A lot of it is just what's available though. It's definitely... something that Lily's most popular fc keeps changing as younger actresses appear but they've been using the same men for the boys for decades lmao.

Honestly my main issue with the FCs people use for the boys is mostly they're just too attractive haha. Remember Matt Hitt as Remus lol?

Abhay Verma is very cute and he actually wears glasses! But I agree he doesn't look arrogant enough lol.

As for Earl Cave, I looked him up and omg I think he's great!! Definitely a huge step up from Aneurin Barnard or (bleh) Louis Garrell. I'm screenshotting this with the caption from the interview because it's all very fitting for Snape lmao

#replies

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gravitycoil · 1 year ago

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L4D characters if they played minecraft

Rochelle plays on peaceful/easy and builds actually insane and beautiful houses/structures. Her favorite woods are dark oak, cherry, and birch. She would own as much wolves and cats as she could find and tame. She would have every material she owns perfectly organized throughout her chests. Coach plays on normal and usually only if the others are playing he knows literally all minecraft trivia. No matter how many times he's played and seen the game creepers and enderman still jumpscare him. He has probably beat the dragon before and has obtained an elytra. He likes exploring the most casually builds simple structured houses. His favorite wood would be mangrove and crimson

Ellis sucks at the game but loves it. He loves mining and exploring caves, finding a bunch of materials and occasionally builds stuff from time to time. He does know redstone shit though he's incredibly talented with redstone and makes a bunch of different shit. He's like one of those people on youtube that are like "I MADE A FULLY OPERATING CAR IN MINECRAFT 😱😱🤯" his favorite wood would be warped, acaica, and jungle

Nick talks big game and thinks hes the best at minecraft he's done pvp and claims he's beaten the game on hardcore but probably plays with keep inventory on and always respawn. Dude is mysteriously covered with netherite where did he get it... 🤨 his favorite wood would be spruce, and normal oak

Bill does not get the game, he doesnt understand the big deal about it. doesnt know shit about the game his first death was probably fall damage or drowning. He does like the really small stuff though like fishing or gardening. His favorite wood would be spruce, dark oak, and oak

Louis is godlike at the game probably not as much as coach but seriously loves the game he loves doing everything together with friends especially building a house or mining together. his favorite wood would be birch, acaica, and mangrove

Francis has to play on easy/peaceful because if he didn't he would be very mad at everything. "I hate Fall damage... I hate Creepers .... skeletons are... cool actually." If his spawn location is on a small island/small land he will find somewhere that's bigger cause he hates the ocean, he hates islands. He does like building things whether the things he builds aren't very... incredible he loves them. He has insane diamond luck but simultaneously probably doesnt know that you need an iron pick or higher to obtain it. He would also probably try to break bedrock for a long... long time. (Louis told him it's super big achievement and no one has really done it but the reward you get is HUGE) and he falls for it. He probably likes farming xp though and enchanting stuff. His number one cause of death would probably be fall damage followed by "I bet you I can make this jump." ... 'Francis fell from a high place' His favorite wood would be Dark oak and mangrove

Zoey much like Rochelle likes building really awesome and beautiful structures she's also like really fucking good at the game and probably has genuinely beat hardcore mode. She knows a lot of exploits and tricks such as diamond dowsing and proper coordinates to find anything she is looking for. She doesn't like progressing without the others so she waits patiently for everyone to catch up to her. She's probably really good at pvp as well i think her favorite tamable animal would be a cat and a horse. She does name her animals. all of them. She loves the nether. She probably doesn't die much but if she did die from something it would probably be phantoms or villager raid or maybe accidentally falling in lava while mining or in the nether. Her favorite woods would be Crimson, Warped, and acaica

#post #l4d #l4d2 #left 4 dead #thanks for coming to my ted talk #i forgot what made me think about this but im glad i did bc im right

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cracklyy · 8 months ago

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Hy, I have more questions.

1. Does Duck have a personal weapon?(Like Clem with her knife and AJ with his revolver), and is his preference ranged or melee?

2. This is more of a question about Clem in the Duck lives au, does Clem get with Louis or Violet

3. How does Duck react to seeing Lilly again, and vice versa?

4. When they are at Ericson, and they have to either go with Louis and Aasim to the rabbit traps or Violet and Brody to the fish traps, which one do they go with, or does Duck go with one of them and Clem the other one?

5. During the "war" game, how would Duck respond to potential questions, and what would he asks the others?

6. When did Duck start crushing on James, and vice versa?

1. I think Duck would have liked cold steel more, maybe a hunting knife or an axe. He can shoot too, but melee is closer to his liking!!

2. I love the idiot Louis too much and put him together in every game with Clem--- I can't help myself and in this universe they are together

3. OH, HE'S IN SHOCK. To be honest, I think he didn't even realize right away that it was her, :D. Only when Clem found out he was like, "oh..OMG STOP-". Lilly did not like Kenny and pointed out to Duck that his father was a terrible man, which means that he himself did not go far from him in her eyes. I think Duck seemed more like a barrier to her, and Clem seemed like a future soldier.

4. Clem will go to the rabbit traps, and Duck to the fish traps. They would like to get to know everyone better, and at the end of the day they would discuss everyone :D

5. He's damn unlucky. But if he was lucky, he would not want to break the warm atmosphere with difficult questions and either stole a question from Clem about Marlon's hairstyle, or asked a question like "what animal do you associate yourself with / do you like comics". He would let Clem answer the question "where are AJ's parents" and the answer would be the same. To the question "who took care of you", he will say that there were a lot of people, including his father. To the question "did he kill someone dear to himself", he will answer that his mother was bitten because of his inattention, and he will also leave the table with Clem to support her. And, well, to the question "did he have a significant other ", he will grimace and say that he has not yet met such a person :)

6. Oh, James fell in love first! I think he liked Duck the first time they met. Also, when he heard from Clem that Duck had been taken to the ship with the other guys, James began to worry a lot about the guy. When Duck was rescued, James was genuinely happy about it and even hugged him. But Lilly's murder still bothered him and he also leaves our guys in the cave, taking one last look at Duck. After the events of season 4, James needed time to think about it....a lot of things. Eventually, he realized that he had gone too far in some places, returned to school and communication with Duck resumed there. James very quickly accepted his feelings for Duck and also tried in every possible way to court and hint about his feelings for Duck. With Duck, everything is more complicated. He enjoyed talking to James, and was also happy that he helped get him out of captivity. When James left them in the cave, Duck was initially angry that he didn't even try to understand them. Later, when he returned to school, he thought of James more and more often, and these memories made him sad. When James started going to school, the longing passed and Duck was genuinely happy. In the end, it was only after he had a frank conversation with Clem that he was able to realize his feelings and tell James directly that he liked him. (Duck did not know that James had been in love with him for a long time, which greatly upset James (he was too obvious))

#telltale the walking dead #duck lives au #twdg #twdg duck

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blindrapture · 7 months ago

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SATURDAY JULY 16TH, 2011 (Infinite Series)

9:59 AM Yawn. Alright, wakey-wakey! We’ve got a lotta work to do today.

10:00 AM Sleepville just got darker. What. The other sleepers are all standing up at once. “Go back to sleep.” …RUN

10:01 AM Their eyes are in REM, spinning so fast. But open. “Sleep forever.” oh god get in the raptor get in thE RAPTOR okay great oh god THAT’S PYRAMID HEAD WHAT THE FUCK RUN HIM OVER IT’S SWEEPING ITS THINGY OH GOD

10:03 AM it got a chunk of our hood we weren't going fast enough to run him over donnie's backing up okay let's just go around it then "No. I've got this…" oh god okay

10:04 AM still weren't going fast enough. Pyramid Head's taken our whole hood off. it's rearing up to hit us through the windshield donnie.… "I can do this. I can do this." she's trying one more time pyramid head is ready to strike us when we drive up to him… we need more speed than what we've been getting… and there are other sleepers coming up to our car… donnie, please… "In for a penny, in for a pound." she's reaching her leg up SLAM down on the gas pedal

10:05 AM CRUNCH we fucking knocked him over we hit another sleeper on the way and it lifted the front of the car up enough to really hit pyramid head in the chest and then donnie kept driving that crunch was either its spine or its... pyramid.. head and now we're off. We’re past Pyramid Head. u_u;; But where are we going? It’s just miles and miles of pillow hills out here!

10:10 AM Is it just me, or is the.. oh fuck. The blanket sky is lowering. DRIVE FASTER, DONNIE. D:

10:13 AM The blanket will hit us in a matter of minutes. And I don’t see any exit in sight.

10:14 AM …oh god. Behind us is Cthulhu. No, really. That’s Cthulhu. Look, it’s even got a giant nametag that reads “HELLO, MY NAME IS cthulhu.” It does take something away from the horror of the freaky tentacle mouth, but those eyes don't lie. Trying not to look at them.

10:15 AM ...actually, Cthulhu may be doing us a favor. He's a fuck-off big monster, he's gaining on us, yes yes, but, that blanket sky is gonna hit him first before it hits us. So if that sky's really some kind of threat, we're.. about to see...

10:18 AM The blanket hit Cthulhu, and now it’s wrapping itself around his entire body, forming a giant blanket cocoon. And now he falls over, either asleep or dead. The terms are probably synonymous here. There’s another blanket coming for us now. This one looks a good twenty minutes away.

10:23 AM Donnie really put her foot down. We’re not sure where we’re going, but we’re going fast.

10:27 AM WAVE OF FEAR WHAT A large wave of energy just flew over us. Now there’s no more blanket descending, no more eternal nighttime, no more crazy creatures being beckoned to sleep. We’re in a different rabbit hole now.

10:29 AM The sky here is morning blue. It looks like a sprawling mountain range. We’re on a tall mountain, driving on a cliffside road a long way up from the ocean below.

11:02 AM This place is absolutely gorgeous. Not a single other car in sight; it’s just us and miles of nature.

11:46 AM Donnie, you want more music? Okay. Here’s Rust in Peace. c:

12:30 PM ..whoa! Hold up. The road ahead is completely covered by rubble. We’re getting out of the car. Gotta stretch our legs anyway.

12:31 PM Yep, that’s rubble. Clearing the road would require a bulldozer or something. ..but god, just lookit that scenery. We must be a hundred-and-seventy-thousand miles above sea level.

12:32 PM We found a small cave nearby! Not really got anywhere else to go. We're taking the rifle out of the car and Do we have any flashlights? ...do we still have those suits? "I did try to bring them, but I think we lost one of them back in St. Louis. It was easier to keep track of them when we were able to drive, but we had to walk through there." Well, that's.. better than nothing. "Which one of us should take the suit?" You wear it. I can just look good in my hat. :3 "At least the helmet's torch still works…"

12:35 PM There’s a little brick house inside this cave. o_o Knock knock!

12:36 PM There’s a little green praying mantis man inside. Calls himself Polygamus. ..right! Hi, how you doing?

1:13 PM Polygamus invited us in for tea, and we’ve been having it and talking about stuff. He confirmed a detail we'd heard (but not enough of): This "Universe X" is called "Xanadu" by the natives. "I've been meeting travelers who look like you that seem to think this is an Empty City or something?" They looked like us? Like... humans? "They were the same species as you. Do you have some Empty City where you're from?" Uh! We literally have no idea what they were talking about. Frankly, I'm intrigued. he shrugged "I'm not. Who needs a city? Xanadu is everything. Xanadu is life to us. Xanadu is eternity. Do you want to know why we call it 'Xanadu?'" The. The universe? Do you need a reason for that? "There's an old myth, see, about the One who was Three who were Five who were Eight." The. The what? "He's a hero and a monster. My mother used to tell me about him to scare me, but she got it from her mother, and she got it from hers, all the way back to forever. In the older times they cared more about the stories, and I spent some of my life traveling around and reading all I could about the older stories." Right. sip "So, the story of the Name goes like this: The One was searching for the Infinite... and when he found it, he could no longer leave. And that's why it's called Xanadu."

(Attached: "Polygamus's telling is of a really poor quality, very abridged, though not actually that inaccurate. I've done my research too, and in fact I still have the books here in front of me. So here's, as I understand, a more authoritative source. The Story of the Name: The One, before He was All, was only a work of function. He tasked Himself with great adventures, each one adding Another to his Number. His first adventure made him One, and after his second adventure He was now Three. When His fourth adventure was complete, He knew with His Eight minds that He could not rest, that His adventures would never end. And so, when He set out on His fifth adventure, now as the Eight, He found the Infinite. He named it Xanadu, knowing He could no longer leave, knowing He could no longer die. The rest of His adventures took place here. And that is why His adventures are called the Infinite Series. ...and that's how it goes. Now, there are a lot of baffling things about the myth. Like, for one, that number sequence does not give us enough information from which to deduce an infinite series, but there are other stories elsewhere which make the series more clear, if no more interpretable. And, for another, it doesn't actually explain the logic to the name Xanadu. But that's because it's supposed to be the Story of the Name 'Infinite Series,' the ontology of the name of the myth itself. This just also happens to be the oldest source that mentions Xanadu's name. It is significant to me, at least. 'He found the Infinite. He named it Xanadu, knowing He could no longer leave, knowing He could no longer die.' That's all we get on the subject. It's tantalizing, isn't it? Who is He? Well, you'll have to keep reading for that one. But you know where he's hiding. Now you know to watch out for him.")

...but... wait, if it's called it because you can't leave, then. donnie "We've been able to leave. And everyone we meet who talks about this place can also leave." Polygamus is puzzled. "Well, maybe that part's just a metaphor?"

1:16 PM We told him about the apocalypse and the upcoming Rapture, and he said “Maybe it's got something to do with that?" I don't actually think he has any idea. "But if I know anything about Xanadu, that is, if the childhood stories that I grew up with have any truth to them, the scary ones? I'd bet that even if you manage to leave, you'd come out different. A shadow of your former self." donnie went "Huh." yeah, I don't think this guy has any idea, at all.

2:01 PM Alright, thanks for the tea and the lunch. It was nice to meet you. let's get the heck out of here donnie

2:10 PM …the rubble is gone. o___o Works for us!

2:15 PM It got storm-cloudy really quick. ..”storm-cloudy” is totally a word now.

2:18 PM Rain! …wait. The rain isn’t hitting us at all, or the road or anything. It’s just falling.

2:50 PM And faster. So fast now. o_o

3:13 PM …OH. The rain is hitting something— the ocean below! And it’s.. well, the ocean is rising! Fast! We’re gonna drown!

3:19 PM …and there’s a random jump ahead! Ramp, and everything! o_o

3:20 PM Donnie, I sure hope you know what you’re doing. Hell, I at least hope you were good at Mario Kart.

3:21 PM OH GOD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

3:22 PM WHY ARE WE STILL FALLING WE’VE BEEN FALLING FOR A LONG TIME NOW

3:34 PM ….y’know, I think physics say we literally cannot survive after falling for this long. I’m sure some law states that. Maybe it’s Murphy’s Law. I dunno.

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Factory (1) The Raptor no longer works. We’ve been sitting in silent shock, because holy shit, we survived. I gotta say, journal. We’re badasses. I can hardly believe it. No air bags or anything! Or maybe the shift between rabbit hole worlds affects shit. Yeah, probably that one. …what was that shshsh

Factory (2) We hear very strange noises outside the dead Raptor. Neither of us can see anything when we look out the windows. But we can hear machinery of all sorts. Now we can even hear footsteps. We’re.. we’re gonna wait for the footsteps to pass first before we step outside. I mean, we can’t sit here forever. We have an adventure to undergo. can't sit here forever. gotta be brave.

Factory (3) The footsteps have passed. I’m.. I’m gonna go first. …OH HELLO HI ...YOU'RE NOT MOVING I'M GONNA WRITE, OKAY? So I stepped outside and and there are four grotesque men standing around the car. They look dead. Mangled. Crooked necks, like they were hung. But their eyes are moving. …HIIII. :D ohgod

Factory (4) Donnie came out. We’re ready to fight. …where’d they go. The monster men are gone. ..we’re.. okay.

Factory (5) The walls are not walls. They’re just shadow. The ground is all we see, a metal floor. Coupled with the distant sound of heavy machinery, and that’s why I say we’re in a factory. Door up ahead.

Factory (6) Yep, this is a factory. We’re in a large room now. Giant cog wheels around here, floating in mid-air, giant eye balls in the center of each. Factory machines drive around and lift giant crates filled with.. well, I don't know, but I hear screams coming from within. Maybe I'm not hearing it correctly? There's all kinds of noises here... yeah... Pipes pumping blood everywhere. Monster men standing completely still on walkways suspended in the middle of nothingness, all staring at us. Stray factory doors floating around. Where to first? >_>

Factory (7) This is a storage room, I can tell. Lots of shelves of crates and boxes. “Lots of” is an understatement; we’re in an eldritch factory, journal. Just take a guess at how many crates there are. It's, like. A big number.

Factory (8) We’re taking a look around. I can hear heavy breathing coming from some crates. Others sound more controlled, as if they’re in calm sleep. Donnie’s found a crate that seems to be making a crying noise. I hope she doesn’t open it, but I can’t say a word. I don’t want to. She's reaching for it. She looks like she has to know. It’s up to her at this rate. That’s what I’m afraid of.

Factory (9) We’re now in a room full of computers. They’re all Windows 95. I feel like someone else is in the room with us.

Factory (10) At the back of the computer room, there’s a door labelled “TEST SUBJECT 6.” Donnie found a computer with text on it. "Someone's pumping a lot of gas into that 6 room. It sounds like whatever was in there caused a lot of trouble and needed to be put to sleep." There's a porthole window on the door. Do we want to look in?

Factory (11) The room is a closet-sized cell. No one is in there. Dark stains are on the floor. But yeah, no one in there. "But." donnie's stepping back What? "Look, below the door. See the shadows? Something's on the other side of that door." Whoa. Okay. Maybe so. I didn't see anything in there, though? "What if it's pressed right up against the door? Waiting for someone to enter." ..I'm stepping away now too

Factory (12) What do we even think would be in there? Or in those boxes from earlier. Are we expecting, like. Humans? "Xanadu creatures? Things we've never even seen before, but in a frightened and tortured state…" dksfkf ...big rumble. sounded like a roar. didn't come from Subject 6. came from below. shook the whole room from far away. Donnie, I don't like being here. D: "This place must be filled with secrets. The secrets of the rabbit holes…" Yeah, well! You're the one who gets to wear the suit! "I am. And.. I'm gonna open that door. Come hide behind me." The. The door to subject 6? "Yeah. C'mon, we've got to see something. Who knows if we'll ever come this way again?" She steps over to the door. I'm not just behind her, I'm.. near the other side of the room. She's reaching over.

Factory (13) On the other side was the slender man. Slumped by the door. Donnie poked its head with her rifle, and it made no response. Turned its head over, saw it had no face. It's. Yeah, it's the slender man. "Someone.. captured the slender man?" Fuck. I hate this. Donnie, can we please leave? Find the next Door and.. keep moving? "This is so wrong. I don't understand. That computer seemed to be saying that subject 6 was captured months ago." looking at me "We've been seeing the slender man, though, out on Earth." Donnie... please... we can talk about it later. D: Maybe there's more than one slender man, I don't know! "More than one?" Like. Like the Rake! Please, let's.. get moving... I don't trust that thing to not get up. "Hm. Okay, okay. C'mon."

Factory (14) Following her through walkways. She's heading downstairs. The mangled men things are looking over at us but not doing anything more. More doors down here. On the wall, away from the railing that overlooks a great pit of shadow. Where the roar came from earlier. Donnie's found a door she wants to check.

Factory (15) This is a narrow hallway with many doors on either side. "We're bound to find a rabbit hole Door if we just keep trying." I get the logic. I don't disagree with it. I just really hate the atmosphere of this place. ._.;; "We can start with the doors that have portholes on them. Look through the windows, see if any take us to a place that doesn't belong."

Factory (16) These are all cells. Like the slender man's. Ball of flesh in that one. Statue of a man with a cane? Hands coming out of the walls, reaching for a waterlogged woman with long stringy hair, eyes closed but facing the window. A man-sized spinning top? Perpetually rotating. Seems lit from all sides, but I'm not seeing any light sources. ..daddy long-legs. hanging from the ceiling. ugh. hate those legs.

Factory (17) That door wasn't there before. “EXIT.” It doesn’t look right. The door.

Factory (18) Large chamber. Shadows for walls. Door standing in the middle of the room, opens up to an airplane cabin. That's our way out.

Factory (19) Donnie's given the room a once-over. There's nothing, or no one, here. There is a piece of paper on the ground. Scrunched up. Doesn't look like it was left deliberately.

Factory (20) "Red sky, barbed wire around my thoughts. Life in prison. Cipher's ahead, a few Doors away. Someone's gotta do it. Tiresias said. Remember, Anna: Someone's gotta do it." … Donnie's heading for the Door. Okay, let's.. let's go.

10:10 PM Airplane. Flying. Empty seats. We're sitting together. Chose the middle seats. We do both like window seats, but, like, I'm not crazy about getting to watch alien worlds fly by right now. Maybe after we sleep. It's dark out there now anyway. I'm.. so glad to be out of that world. I do wonder about that Anna. But, like. There's a lot of Annas out there in the world. We'll. We'll talk things through later. We'll find the Cipher. We'll see things through. We're safe for now. sleep. let me sleep.

(Attached: “Yes, let’s let him sleep and dream of mills and sons; I have something on my mind. I’m thinking about parallels. Their significance in the grand cosmic scheme of things. I’m thinking about myself and Jordan, of course, but what’s puzzling me is a.. well. I’m thinking of the time the Devil and I, drifting through space, saw Omega waiting near a black hole. The Devil was possessing Omega’s previous body, so basically it was a meeting of two omega-symbol-faced dramatic bastards. -- Devil. -- Omega. -- We meet again. -- It’s been a long time. I backed away from the scene slowly. Thunder clapped, and rain fell from above us towards the black hole. Where was that rain coming from? Nothing felt right. -- You stole my body. -- I did. How are you still alive? -- You fool. You can’t put down the Omega. -- We’ll see about that. I heard an approaching anger shout my name. I gestured at the Devil; we didn’t have time for this. -- Where are you off to so quickly? -- Nowhere. He’s going to help my sister. I’m staying here to finish you off. I told them it was best not to stick around. There was a powerful storm approaching. In space. But then Omega threw the Devil a sword, and the two started their duel, so I left for the Sampo on my own, listening for the sound of an army of Camper behind me.”)

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My Goodbye

So, I’ve been listening a lot to Jorge Rivera-Herrans work. He’s the guy who is making the Odyssey book into a musical and the songs are freaking amazing. In this song called “My Goodbye” it features Odysseus and Athena singing to each other. Odysseus lets his emotions get ahold of him and Athena wants him to put his emotions aside and be someone strong. They’re arguing until both go their separate ways.

Okay, so now that you have the idea of what the song is about, I’m going to replace Odysseus and Athena with Louis and Charlotte fighting with each other. Charlotte does act a lot like Athena and Louis wears his heart on his sleeve, someone who cares too much and can’t really be a “true warrior” so, hope you guys enjoy!

Louis talking

Charlotte talking

Spirits

Warnings: angst :(

It was raining hard this night. The clouds dark and angry, letting rain pour down like someone emptying buckets of water on the land below. Inside the cabin that Louis and Charlotte were staying at was quiet. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife as Louis paced back and forth. The man was exhausted, he hadn’t slept in days and when he did. All he could see was the broken and beaten bodies of his men. He still had the dried blood from the battle on his skin and in his hair. He had been outside as well, muddy shoes and legs from falling on the ground. Louis had deep bags under his eyes from the loss of sleep. He was a mess.

The team that he had been assigned to was killed. All 46 of his men were gone. Louis let out a high whine, filled with stress and anger. Anger at himself for letting down his team. For letting his men down, for letting them *die.* He could still hear their screams echoing in that cave. The stench of death was still so heavy on his nose that he could taste it. There was a war going on and he was supposed to go into the cave to kill the enemy. But he didn’t realize they had an upper hand. A Cyclops.

“You are reckless, sentimental at best.” Charlotte’s sharp voice cut through the suffocating silence and Louis looked up at his sister with wide eyes filled with anger, anguish and unshed tears. “That’s not a teaching of mine. You’ve grown soft, your dead friends can attest (Hey), put your emotions aside.” The woman was leaning against the back of the couch, a stern look in her eyes. Louis remembered when she looked at him with kindness, like an older sister would have.

Now, the look she gave him was stern, cold…not even an ounce of pity in her green gaze. Louis swallowed thickly as he stopped pacing and turned towards her, surprise and anger swirling in his golden gaze. Charlotte pushed off the couch, she was much cleaner than Louis. Her skin didn’t have blood, mud or any signs of battle. Her golden hair, long and flowing was clean and he could smell the scent of lilacs coming from her.

The older woman crossed her arms “You’re a warrior, meant to lead the rest. I don’t know where I went wrong. But I warned you and you failed the test. So now I’m gone. This way, you’ll know what your place is. This way, you can’t cross the line. This way, when all is over, you’ll keep yours and I’ll keep mine.”

Louis couldn’t believe what she was saying and could feel his chest tightening up. Either from anger or sadness he couldn’t tell. He stared at his older sister with so many emotions he couldn’t pick which he wanted to lash out with first. Charlotte walked past him to the door where her coat was, a cold and detached look on her face and he swallowed thickly. His mouth felt dry yet he felt like he wanted to vomit, cry and scream all at the same time.

“This way, you won’t disappoint me. This way, you won’t waste my time. This way, I’ll close the door. Consider this as my goodbye.”

Louis quickly spun around to face her, letting out a bitter laugh and shrugged “That’s just like you, why should I be surprised?” Louis swallowed thickly again, fighting back the tears he wanted to let fall. He wanted to punch her for being like this. She was supposed to his sister not this. “Selfish and prideful and vain. Unlike you, every time someone dies, I’m left to deal with the strain. What’s a title that a goddess could lend, if I’ll never sleep at night? I’ll remind you, I saw you as a friend. But now we’re done.” Charlotte turned around to look at her brother, crossing her arms as she watched him step closer to her. Tears were in his eyes but he refused to let them fall. The reason she’s treating him this way, the way she’s cold towards him is to teach him a lesson. He wears his heart on his sleeve. He’s too kind, quick to help someone that he doesn’t know anything about. Growing up, she thought they weren’t close. How cold she was to him…but he saw her as a friend. Someone that made him feel safe. She couldn’t take her words back now, she wouldn’t back down now and apologize.

He had gotten 46 men killed because of his actions and when he was supposed to get away quietly, he made his name known. Now he was being hunted down by the God of the Sea. She couldn’t protect him, not even with the Gods and Goddesses on her side. He would have to learn the hard way.

“This way, you’re out of my head. This way, you won’t plague my life. This way, when all is done, you’re out of sight and out of mind. This way, you get what you wanted. This way, you can save your time. This way, you close the door and have your damn goodbye.” Louis could feel his heart pounding against his chest, he was afraid it was going to burst out and run away. His whole body was shaking and he felt light headed while he looked down at his sister, standing taller than her. But he felt small in her gaze. Charlotte let out a small sigh as she uncrossed her arms and shook her head, pity flashed in her eyes for just a second before going back to her distant and cold gaze.

“You’re not looking for a mentor, I’m not looking for a friend. I mistook you for a general. What a waste of effort spent.” Her tone was condescending and it made him pissed off. How dare she talk to him like that? Just…brushing him off like he was nothing? Louis gritted his teeth, eye flashing dangerously as he stepped towards her. Charlotte kept her ground as she looked into Louis’ eyes. His gaze was hot like molten lava.

“At least I know what I’m fighting for. While you’re fighting to be known. Since you claim you’re so much wiser, why’s your life spent all alone? You’re alone!” Louis panted lightly from yelling and he watched as Charlotte was stunned, eyes wide and filled with shock and something else. The woman took a deep breath and turned away, crossing her arms back over her chest. She chuckled softly, shaking her head. Her voice was soft yet cold maybe holding some sadness or pity he couldn’t tell.

“One day, you’ll hear what I’m saying. One day, you might understand. One day, but not today. For after all, you’re (just a man)” Charlotte grabbed her coat and slipped it over her shoulders. Louis watched her, hands clenched at his sides. He wanted to hate her. But all he felt was pain. Pain from losing his men but also losing another sister. The older woman kept her back to Louis, reaching out towards the door and grabbing the handle.

“This day, you sever your own hand. This day, you cut the line. This day you lost it all. Consider this as my goodbye.” Louis watched as his sister opened the door and stepped out into the rain. The door closed and he was left alone in the cabin. His could hear his blood pumping in his ears and clenched his hands so hard that he cut his palm with his nails. The redhead’s breathing was fast and hard as he yelled out. Tears streaming down his cheeks as he fell to his knees and slammed his fist onto the floor. He might have said she was alone…but he was the one who was left alone in the end.

“Consider this as my goodbye”

(Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)

“This is my goodbye”

(Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)

“Consider this as my goodbye”

(Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)

“This is my goodbye”

#writing #original character #female oc #oc #male oc #black male oc #musicals #epic the musical #my oc stuff #my goodbye #epic the cyclops saga #siblings #sibling oc #louis belmont #Charlotte Belmont

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larrysficlibrary · 10 months ago

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10-50k

Fics with a word count between 10 and 50k.

❥ These Hallowed Woods [36K] ♡ snowcaplou

Before he can allow himself to feel bad for himself, Harry is coming back into the cave. He's changed into his wolf form and hanging from his bloody maw is the largest bear pelt that Louis has ever seen. The first thought that enters his mind is how. How did Harry manage to kill something so big when his best trackers can barely find scraps in these woods. The second thought the flies through his mind is: Oh fuck. Because Harry has just laid a pelt at his feet. There's no mistaking what is happening any longer. Harry has just presented Louis with an invitation for courtship. OR Louis becomes Luna of the Tomlinson Pack after the untimely death of his father, the Pack Alpha. Saddled with his newfound responsibility and an unpleasantly demanding pack council, he finds secret respite in the arms of a rogue wold that camps out just outside his territory. The only problem? The rogue has no idea who Louis actually is, and as Louis falls harder and harder for the man he escapes to every night, the weight of his lies steers him along a path of certain misery.

❥ so...how's parenting going? vol. iii: the case of the four-year-old baby [13k] ♡ thealmightyavocado

"So, honey...um...Papa and I wanted to talk to you because uh well- our family is going to be getting a little bigger soon because uh..." "We're having another baby." Louis finishes, just ripping the band aid off. Who knows how long Harry would have dragged that sentence out for. Rory instantly pauses, settling his legs as he sits up slowly. "No. I'm your baby." "Yes, you are our baby, but we are getting another one too." Harry explains gently. "No, you can not. Just me...I'm baby. I'm the only baby." "You're our first baby." Louis tries next, rubbing Rory's back supportively. "No." Rory argues, his signature deep frown appearing on his forehead. "Yes-" "No." He repeats seriously, looking them dead in the eye. "No." or while preparing for the arrival of their second child, nearly four-year-old Rory expresses his sincere disapproval of getting a new addition to their family.

❥ so...how's parenting going? vol. iv: the case of the reoccurring announcement [19k] ♡ thealmightyavocado

Louis ruffles Rory's floppy curls, sitting down on the stool closest to his son. "Rory, sweetheart, you know you don't have to announce everything for us to listen to you." "Yes, I do." Rory insists adamantly, eyes wide. "Why?" Harry asks again, hoping to grasp just a single ounce of understanding into the innerworkings of this child's mind. "Why Rory?" The question seems to utterly trigger Rory. "Cuz you don't listen to me! I just told you! See! You're not listening!" "Rory-" "Listen, Daddy Listen!" Rory stresses urgently. "I am listening, Rory I promise, I'm listening to you!" Harry frustratedly pledges. Rory shakes his head stubbornly, not at all willing to budge on his perspective. "Nuh uh. You only listen to Winnie now. I'm invisible." or ever since the arrival of his baby sister, Rory no longer believes that his parents are really paying attention to him. Taking matters into his own four-year-old hands, he decides to announce everything he does.

❥ Dear Santa [21k] ♡ Snowy38

"Dear Santa...I know you're very busy and you have lots of toys to make but I wondered if this year I could ask for something else. I changed my mind about the puppy and I'd like to ask if you can help me instead." Miss Fields looks mildly bemused as Beau takes a breath. "I used to have a really cool Doctor: possibly the coolest doctor ever and then he went away only he's back and he helped me feel better and I'd really, really like it is I could say hi to him again." "Who was your doctor, Beau?" Her teacher asks. "Dr. Styles," she replies with a sweet smile. Miss Fields glances over to Sam. "He's just come back into town hasn't he? I'm sure we can arrange for you to say hello..." "My Daddy won't let me," she pouts, scratching a nail against her page a little. She's decorated it with glitter in the colours of the rainbow. "We can ask him if it's alright," Miss Fields suggests. "Perhaps he can come with us?" "Oh, can we?" Beau beams, gasping. Her teacher smiles and rests a gentle hand on her back. "Think of something else you'd like to ask Santa for," she suggests.

❥ you go undercover (you cross your fingers) [26k] ♡ forthetherapy

When they reach the top of the steps, Harry puts the buggy down gently. "Thank you," Louis says. "My hero." Harry laughs. "You don't need rescuing," he says. or Louis didn't think that motherhood would be easy, but he certainly wasn't prepared for a certain alpha called Harry appearing each time he needs help until accepting is no longer a difficult thing to do.

❥ Compass to my Soul [31k] ♡ LadyLondonderry ♡ Espanol

Harry Styles, alpha, is 1/4 of the perfect pack, and 1/5 of world famous boy band One Direction. He spends his time touring the world with his best friends and family. Louis Tomlinson, omega, is 1/5 of world famous boy band One Direction. He spends his time hoping his bandmates don't notice him.

#larry stylinson #larry fanfiction #larry fic #fic rec #larry fic rec

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larry-hiatus · 2 years ago

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Ten First Lines

I was tagged by @justahappycloud @hellolovers13 and @lunarheslwt to do this first lines challenge!

Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to AO3. (Sort by date posted.) If you have less than 10 fics posted, post what you have.

I am fairly sure that all of these will start with dialogue of sorts, so I’ll include the line after too. I’m posting these from oldest to newest. Fair warning, a few are NSFW. Here we go!

Good Boys Go to Hell

“Harry, I’m home!” Louis called from the front door.

Harry’s stomach fluttered as he heard his boyfriend‘s voice, realizing with a jolt that finally his fun could begin.

Strangers in a Bar

“Lou?” Harry said shyly, fidgeting in the doorway of Louis’ “man cave.”

Louis was rapidly pressing buttons on the black video game controller in his hands, eyes fixed on the TV screen and making no indication that he knew Harry was there.

Stroke of Twelve

“Louis,” Harry breathed, the name barely audible as it ghosted shakily past his parted lips. He blinked as he tried to catch his breath, his hips knocking into the mattress repeatedly from where he was bent over the edge of his bed.

He’s Got the Money, Baby Honey

The numbers weren’t adding up.

Harry sighed, putting his elbows on his desk and his head in his hands, his mind foggy with frustration and fatigue.

Leather Over Lace

“Again?”

Harry quickly shucked his shoes and ripped trousers, careful to keep his makeshift pride flag skirt around his waist.

Fringe & Flogging

“Lou,” Harry said as he shoved open the door of his dressing room and burst inside. He hurriedly closed it and twisted the lock before slipping his arms out of his sweaty jacket.

Never Thought I’d Be Missing the Heat

Harry runs his index finger along the edge of the small cardboard box, biting his lip hesitantly as he toys with the idea stirring inside his brain. He shouldn’t.

Blow Me Like a Fan

“Brilliant,” Harry said to himself with a snicker as he pressed share on his Close Friends Instagram story. He knew that the boys would get a kick out of the outfit he had chosen for his workout, a One Direction shirt from their first tour.

Our Sins Sweep Us Away

“Fuck,” Harry cursed breathlessly, hand jerking himself faster as a thick warmth blossomed on his skin. He had only been chasing his orgasm for a few minutes, but he was already so close to reaching it, every flick of his wrist lurching him even closer.

Your Ink, My Skin

Harry had always loved Louis’ hands.

He loved the way they looked wrapped around his cock, giving a delicious squeeze on every up-stroke that always had Harry pulsing hard and splattering them with cum.

Well, seven of them were dialogue, six were only one word, and three were Harry saying Louis’ name 😂 At least I’m consistent lmao.

Now to tag some people! I’m never sure who has done this already, but we’ll see! If you already did this, feel free to do it again with first lines from WIPs! @larrysballetslippers @nooradeservedbetter @enchantedlandcoffee @alwaysxlarrie @red-pandaaa @aotvfilm @justanothershadeofblue

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hsfan94 · 2 years ago

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New Girl

Chapter 1

Y/n never expected to find herself in this position. After moving to London for Uni when she was 18, she knew she never wanted to leave, but London's quite expensive. So when her boyfriend suggested they move in together after they graduated it seemed like a no brainer. What she didn't see coming was to come home early form her trip to Majorca with the girls to find him shagging the 18 year old from the coffee shop downstairs. They had been together for over five years. She thought they were going to get married. So, she had to move out, but she still couldn't live alone. In fact, she needed somewhere even cheaper than the loft above the coffee shop her boyfriend owned as she was a teacher. She moved in with her friend Perrie for a bit but Perrie already had two roommates and her flat was getting quite crowded. One day while she was at work she started searching online for a solution and that's how she ended up here, in front of three guys around her age.

"When I responded to the ad, I thought you were women," she laughed nervously. She had just told them why she needed a place to live.

"Why, why would you say that?" The guy with the Irish accent asked (she hadn't caught their names).

"Niall wrote the ad," the one with the deep voice stated with a smirk on his face, a dimple popping out slightly.

"I guess the diction you used, 'castle like exterior' and 'elegant decor' and the fact that the complex is called Princess Park. But my mistake honestly." She stood up from the couch and started to walk around. "This place is honestly really gorgeous. So much nicer than Braden's place, it's hard to say his name." She cleared her throat, trying not to cry.

"It's okay," Niall said, "Harry knows, he got dumped."

"I didn't get dumped," the one with the deep voice challenged, but Niall just quirked an eyebrow and he caved, "yeah I got dumped."

"I want to live here," she said. She was standing in the open kitchen now and exploring the different objects on the counter.

"Hold on, we still have questions," Harry spoke again, "I mean you just walked through the door."

"Fair, that's fair." She looked between them. "Well, as you can tell, I'm American. I moved to London for school when I was eighteen and I graduated from Richmond University with a degree in teaching. I stayed here afterwards cause I just loved the city too much to leave. I teach year 3 and those kids are my life. I'm pretty sad about the breakup still so I'll be watching a lot of rom-coms, Love Actually is my favourite. I just can't live with my friend anymore, she and her roommates are models and their friends that are models come over a lot and I'm rambling now sorry."

She looked up to see them all thinking it over.

"Any questions for us?" Harry said.

"Not really," she shrugged. Y/n knew she probably should ponder about these men but there was something in her gut telling her she could trust them. Then she realised something, "What's your name?" She looked at the shorter one with blue eyes as she spoke to him. He had yet to say anything and she felt it was only fair to know all their names before completely throwing caution to the wind.

"Louis," he said.

"He's a boy of few words, Tommo, but he's a hoot once you get him to open up," Niall said.

"Just give us a minute will you?"

The three of them walked down the hall.

She could hear them from the other side of the bathroom door.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea, Ni,” Harry said.

“Yeah mate I don’t want to live with a girl.” Louis spoke the most he had this whole time.

“Did you guys not hear her? Her friends are hot. Like professionally hot. Do you know what this means?”

“I just don’t know. I mean living with women has its perks,” Harry spoke again, “but it can have its downside too. I just don’t know if we’re ready for that.”

“You know what, executive decision she’s in,” Niall said with finality. Y/n wouldn’t have pegged him as the ring leader but he sure was acting like it.

She straightened up as the door opened and pretended she hadn’t been listening.

“You’re in,” Harry said.

“Thank you guys! You won’t regret it I swear.”

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That night, Y/n made good on her promise and watched Love Actually. As Harry made his way to the kitchen and he passed by her strung out on the couch with a box of tissues and quoting all the lines, he let a small smile stretch across his face. She was just the cutest thing he'd seen and he knew he was in trouble.

Upon finding Louis and Niall in the kitchen he had an idea.

"I think we need to form an agreement of sorts," he said as he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

"Yeah? On what?" Louis looked up from his phone.

"We need to agree that none of us will make a move on her. Not only because she's vulnerable because of the breakup, but also because that could get messy and we really need a roommate." He hoped it wasn't obvious he was suggesting it to protect himself.

"Okay. Sounds like a good idea to me," Niall chimed in, moving the pots on the stove around. "Let's come up with some rules, write 'em down and sign it, like a proper contract."

And so the no shag oath was formed.

On his way back to his room he noticed she had started the movie over and it really was his favourite so he asked to join.

"Sure! The more the merrier." She didn't take her eyes off the movie so he thought she was done but then she spoke again. "You know, I want us to be friends. Like life can get lonely when you're an adult so I think the beauty of having roommates is that you always have someone to talk to."

That was it. She didn't look at him once, almost as if she was unaware of how deep and honest her words were. They watched the rest of the film in peace and went their separate ways to bed and as Harry fell asleep that night he couldn't help but let her side profile flitter through his mind.

AN: I'm obsessed with New Girl and have wanted to put my own spin on it for ages. This will be my first series! Hope you guys are as excited as me.

#harry pls #harry styles best friend #harry styles fic #one direction #louis and harry #niall horan #harry and niall #new girl #harry styles #louis tomlinson #harry update

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I'm so sorry about the Asia tour, I saw the news on Instagram first at like 3AM while half asleep and freaked out because I thought something bad happened in Asia and I was panicking. I hope everything is alright with Louis, I hope is not something that is actually bad, y'know. I understand how all of you Asian Louies must feel and let me just say, whatever you're feeling right now, is okay, is important and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Yes, Louis doesn't own us an explanation about his personal/private life but he should have treated the situation better because it affected his professional life, which also affects you guys. Anyway, once again, I hope everything is okay with him - (I hope nobody died or something) - and I hope everything is alright with you guys aswell. I hope this situation gets resolve soon. Have a nice day/evening and Happy Easter!

- 28nation

(And here I was thinking that April would be a good month to come back, never mind then, going back to my cave 😭)

yeah I think everyone kind of panicked when we first saw the announcement and then things proceeded to get weirder and weirder… thank you so much for your very kind words <3 I hope for all that too

lol, you’re safer in the cave! but for what it’s worth, we miss your presence here on louie tumblr and hope to see you back for tour! seems like Louis is going to be missing in action till tour starts, so not much going on here any way

hope that you had a great Easter weekend also 😊 also hope that the event at your place went well?!? I know you were looking forward to it! (sorry I haven’t replied properly to that message 😭)

#louies <3 #fz28⚡️

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scots-gallivanter · 4 months ago

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TWELVE

I spied a rickety ladder leading up to the loft. Climbing up, I found myself looking out of a broken skylight at the vast expanse of Luce Bay with the Mull of Galloway stretching into the distance. I shouted down to Bill: ‘This is where we are going to live.’

TESSA KNOTT SINCLAIR, owner of Glenwhan Gardens

NATURE PROBABLY INTENDED the Mull of Galloway to be an island but decided against it at the last minute. This lofty, precipitous headland, landlocked by an isthmus, is none the worse for it, however. It has a rare island feel about it that switches clock time off, so that a watch means as much as a hill of beans. Even the onomatopoeic placenames may soothe: Mary Wilson’s Slunk, Sheep Hank, Stinking Bight, Nick of Kingdom, Lagantulluch, Muldaddie, Cairnie Finnart, Scarty Head and Killantringan. We tramp the beach at West Tarbet, only a few hundred yards from East Tarbet, although the two might be on different planets. On the west we have sheer cliffs hammered by waves, while East Tarbet is less dramatic and greener.

On the eastern side, on Mull farm, at the foot of a cliff that faces Luce Bay, is the oldest ecclesiastical building in Galloway, the medieval Chapel of St Medana, partly built out of a cave. Nearby are the Chapel wells, which are filled with sea water at high tide. Bathing in them as the sun rose on the first Sunday of May was considered a cure-all. Most of the parishioners would congregate there on ‘Co Sunday’ to bathe and leave gifts.

We fall in with David Green, an engineer, who is wild-camping on the western shore, and scuba diving. Disarmingly, he introduces himself as ‘a spectrum dweller’ and brings me back up to speed with our slipshod times: ‘There are so many idiots coming up from the northeast to fish off the rocks here. The first thing they do is build a fire and get their carry outs out. We had them here last night. At four in the morning the wind blew their pop-up tent down, so they just burned it. It has got really bad the last few years. They leave their mess everywhere.’

We discuss jetsam that was battered into a slippery crag years ago. David, who has dived around here for years, knows about it: a gigantic, rusting gas heat-exchanger, which fell off a ship some 15 years ago and has been left for the archaeologists of a future time to fight over, to supplement the wreck of a tanker that ran aground in gales near Killantringan lighthouse in 1982 and still sits, half-submerged.

We are at the southern end of the Rhins of Galloway, that 25-mile-long hammerhead peninsula you see on maps of western Scotland. The Rhins itself would have been an island but for the flat throat of land near Stranraer. The Mull, half a mile at the most from the tarbets, is where the peninsula juts into the Irish Sea: Scotland’s Land’s End, crowned by a lighthouse built by Robert Louis Stevenson’s grandfather in 1830. Today we haven’t the foggiest where the lighthouse is. It’s pea soup: visibility is down to the length of your shadow. On a clear day there are spectacular views of Scotland, Ireland, the Isle of Man and Cumbria, and you can see thousands of gannets diving on the cliffs. The RSPB has a nature reserve there and porpoises and dolphins often swim in the sea below. Way beneath the lighthouse the currents of the Solway and the Clyde meet in a maelstrom. From what I hear a Galloway 'witch', spurned by a sailor, wove nine tides to entrap him at the Mull. But the sailor heard about her spell and always lugged his boat over the tarbet. He was never doomed but the spell is still in place today.

Creepier still is the true tale of three lighthouse keepers who vanished from their post at the remote Flannan islands in 1900. Their disappearance remains one of the most puzzling enigmas in maritime history. The unsolved mystery was the basis for The Vanishing, a 2018 film, starring Peter Mullan and Gerard Butler, much of which was shot at the Mull and up the western crags of the Rhins. The crew tidied the old lighthouse garden. With wood left over from the set, volunteers built raised beds and restored it to its former glory.

The Mull of Galloway became a public asset thanks to £300,000 from the Scottish Land Fund in 2013. The sale from the Northern Lighthouse Board included a community-run lighthouse museum, three letting cottages, coastal heathland and cliffs – not the lighthouse itself, whose foghorn has been painstakingly restored to functional order.

Picture-postcard Portpatrick was also the subject of a community buyout. It is the main village on the west coast of the Rhins with its pastel houses running down to a small harbour with a multitude of boats. There is a local tradition, but no documentary evidence to support it, that Peter the Great lodged overnight here in 1698.

A ferry service ran from Portpatrick to Donaghadee (the Dover of Ireland) on the coast of County Down for some 300 years until 1867. At its peak 80,000 people a year sailed the route. But strong westerly winds took their toll on Portpatrick pier. Traffic switched to the longer but safer route along Loch Ryan, from Stranraer to Larne. And in 1871 the lighthouse at Portpatrick was removed stone by stone and shipped to Colombo in Ceylon (now Sri Lanka).

On July 3rd, 1834, the Caledonian Mercury wrote of an entrepreneur who dived for sunken treasures between Portpatrick and the Irish coast, describing it as 'a remarkable instance of ingenuity and enterprise': a new apparatus that allowed men to walk on the seabed: 'The people on the coast, envying him his rich harvest, have come off in boats and impeded his labour by throwing stones and other missiles, to his vexation, annoyance and interruption.'

The Mercury added: 'He employs several men, who descend in turn - can stay five hours at a time with the utmost ease, as a proof of which we have heard it said, that one of the divers who was tipsy the day before, on going down yielded to a propensity to sleep, and a companion had to descend to raise him from his slumbers.'

In 2007 the private owners of Portpatrick harbour applied to build a 57-berth marina and pontoons, but the council deemed it ‘completely inappropriate for the conservation of the area’. Locals formed a trust, and by 2012 they bought the harbour for £350,000.

South of Portpatrick (where the Southern Upland Way begins) there are umpteen caves and indentations. William Purves, a Victorian traveller, clown and strongman, shunned the world for Sheep Rink cave. There are two photographs of this hirsute hermit, in one of which he is holding a cup in his left hand and what looks like a kebab in his right but is probably a good helping of bannock. He did odd jobs for farmers and, ever the performer, sold postcards of himself. He even had a cave visitors’ book. As he got older, he flitted into a summerhouse near Ardwell before ending his days in the poorhouse in Stranraer.

The gulf stream warms the Rhins, and at Port Logan Botanic Gardens, there are groves of gunnera and eucalyptus, and numerous plants from Australasia, the Americas, and Southern Africa. These gardens famously doubled as Christopher Lee’s in The Wicker Man.

Walk along Luce Sands on a hot day and you could, if you’re a dreamer, imagine yourself in the Caribbean. The beach, which unknown copywriters dubbed ‘Scotland’s little secret’, is sweeping, long, shallow and gorgeously situated. At low tide you could walk the six miles between Sandhead and Ringdoo Point along sand. Its dunes made it an official Special Conservation Area, but, as usual along south-west Scotland, there is a caveat.

Yes. War games and the physics of death again. Red lines on the map. Danger Area. West Freugh has had a military presence of some sort or another since the First World War. Now the MoD is considering the 800-acre site for a UK deep space monitoring station. It is already a land and sea, weapons testing and training base. (In April 1957, a UFO was seen on radar 50,000 feet above RAF West Freugh. It was stationary for around 10 minutes and then took an impossibly sharp turn. It was described as being as large as a ship, and bigger than a normal aircraft. )

Fifty years ago, nearby Glenwhan was wild moorland, but it is now an impressive garden with plants from around the world: a slice of heaven, with winding paths, tasteful sculptures, tranquil ponds, and wonderful sea views. Hungry for sandeels, kittiwakes breeze down the coast, and terns steer east. Tessa Knott and Ian Sinclair bought Glenwhan over the telephone in 1971 after exploring Galloway ruins during a visit.

Now many years on, the garden they created is, I would agree with Tessa, ‘a small piece of Nature’s magnificence’.

#mull of Galloway #killintringan #saint medana #the wicker man #Luce #glenwhan gardens #ufo sightings #cave dweller #rhins

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