#lottie has a whole page for her house

[queenie-avenue]

There are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin.

—> what houses I think Lottie, Daniel and Ivy would be in, canonically.

⤻ they join the houses the mc joins, but what if you weren't meddling? Spoilers up to the third year.

🦋 ⤻ archives.

Daniel Page — "I don't care if I'm good or bad. I want to be strong, powerful… I want to win, whatever it takes."

Honestly, Daniel gives very slytherin vibes.

Ambitious: This really shines through in Daniel's Third Year, where he befriends Elliot Evers and becomes more eager to learn spells to defend his friends. Not to mention the quote I mentioned above, it's clear that Daniel is now a bit power-hungry/always had been.

Determination: Daniel is clearly loyal to those he loves like Esme, the MC and Ivy and he's shown to be rather determined to protect his sister from harm.

Cunning: That scene with the key really gave me slytherin vibes. Daniel is clearly smart, resourceful, and cunning. He knows how to make the game work for him.

Ivy Warrington — "That's not true, Winnie. I care about you. I want us to be together."

Very Hufflepuff.

Strong moral compass: In year 3, Ivy was always seen fighting with Elliot Evers about morality and the whole "life is a game, some people chat" thing. This shows that she had an extremely strong sense of justice.

Patience: No matter how much I love Daniel, I have to admit that Daniel was a bit annoying the entire year, LOL. The amount of patience this girly has for Daniel (including the MC) is amazingly astonishing.

All-rounding: The Hufflepuff House is mainly where all the all-rounders are. Ivy is smart like a ravenclaw — given her magical abilities — brave like a gryffindor — seen by how she's always there for her friends — and clever like a slytherin — once again, her spells and ability to read people.

Lottie Turner — "You ignore all the other hues, I feel pity for you."

Despite not being stereotypically smart, I think she is a perfect Ravenclaw. She honestly reminds me of Luna.

Creativity — based on just her painting skills and her ability to view life, she is extremely creative and knows how to look past the surface at things.

Wit — Lottie has a lot of creative ideas and she knows how to piece them together, as seen by year 2 and how she knew how to piece together the puzzles and understand her Father.

Intuitive — I feel like Lottie can read people rather well. Lottie was one of the only few that defended Ivy when everyone was doubting her. Just from her quote, it's clear she can see "other hues" and I interpreted this as her being able to see other people and see things that aren't necessarily there.

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Overall,

Daniel would be in Slytherin.

Ivy would be in Hufflepuff.

Lottie would be in Ravenclaw.

[lotties-ashwagandha]

hi! (im honestly not sure if this will break any of your rules, so if it does please let me know! I tried clicking on your rules multiple times but it keeps saying that the page isn't available for some reason? sorry!)

can I get a no crash au lottie x fem reader?

sort of a domestic feel where lottie and reader pretty much live alone at readers cozy house

I've seen like 3 or 4 of domestic aus for her and they are actually the best things I read (and I constantly reread them😭) and the fandom needs more🤭

THANK YOOOOOOOU !

YESSS also i updated the link for the rules thing ,, my masterlist has been acting up ever since i changed my username for whatever reason

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PAINTED IN PINK AND GOLD

pairing: lottie matthews x reader

word count: 903

summary: you surprise lottie with breakfast in bed <3 not proofread

The sun rose steadily over the horizon, shades of pink and gold painting the sky. It was ethereal from where you sat in the sunroom, among your plants and crystals, completely content.

The sunroom was your favorite room of the house — it hadn’t been much before, but when Lottie had moved in with you she had completely redone it. Now the room was filled with herb plants and macrame wall hangings, and crystals were placed in random corners and tables around the room.

You were almost asleep on the sofa when a wave of hunger rolled over you, and for a moment you considered merely ignoring it and trying to fall asleep on the sofa when you considered how long it had been when you’d had breakfast, a real breakfast, not just a half hearted slice of toast or a bagel in the morning. You thought about eggs, bacon, sausage, all things you couldn’t usually have in the mornings being busy with work.

But it was the weekend, and Lottie was still asleep, and what better way to start off the weekend than surprising your wife with breakfast in bed?

You ignored the exhaustion resting in your body as it pleaded for you to stay on the sofa, and you made your way into the kitchen. You didn’t have sausage, but you had enough bacon and eggs for the both of you, and you had just bought orange juice the day before.

You began to get incredibly excited about the whole thing. You and Lottie almost never had time for this, and both of you tended to wake up rather late anyway, so mornings were relatively non-existent. Nighttime was where the both of you thrived.

You started the eggs and bacon on the stove, fumes of the food rising up gloriously and overtaking the kitchen. It was going to be perfect, and as you began sipping a cup of coffee, you began to relax into the comfort of the morning, the stillness that came with sunrise. You closed your eyes, the dim light of the kitchen almost lulling you to sleep as you stood against the kitchen counter.

The soft padding of footsteps filled the relative silence, and you opened your eyes to see Lottie coming quietly into the kitchen.

You smiled softly, beckoning her over, and she pulled you into her arms. She was clad in just a black floral robe, and you took slight advantage of it, pressing soft kisses down her neck and collarbones.

“You’re up early,” she said quietly, voice still slightly hoarse from sleep. Her hands found your waist, and your arms looped around her neck. “Couldn’t sleep?”

You shrugged, looking back to where the eggs and bacon cooked on the stove. “I wanted to make you breakfast. And it was supposed to be a surprise, by the way, it was supposed to be breakfast in bed.”

She chuckled, looking over your shoulder at the food before pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “It’s still a surprise, my love. It’s perfect.”

She reached to get her coffee cup from the cabinet but you stopped her, taking her cup.

“Let me do it,” you said. “Go sit down at the table, I’ll be over in a second.”

“Are you sure? I can help if you want, I want you to be able to relax, too.”

“Helping you relax is relaxing to me,” you assured her, pouring her a cup of coffee, adding two sugars and a bit of cream, just how you knew she liked it.

You handed the full cup back to her, shooing her away to go sit down.

The food was finished, and eagerly you plated it, stealing a piece of bacon while readying your plates. You poured both you and Lottie glasses of orange juice and topped off both your coffee cups, determined that at this you were meant to be an overachiever.

The two of you dined at your kitchen table. It was nothing special, so small your knees kept bumping against Lottie’s every time one of you would move, but it was comforting just to be able to sit and eat with her. You had burned the bacon a bit, and the eggs were slightly underdone, but it didn’t matter, because to you it was perfect. Any troubles seemed miles away.

You could tell Lottie shared your same contentment. She gazed tranquilly out the window, watching the sun as it rose, sipping at her coffee and trying to look inconspicuous as she stole a piece of bacon off your plate.

“I saw that,” you said, and she shook her head.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” she said, and bit into the slice of bacon. “This is mine.”

“It is now… but just for that I’m leaving the dirty dishes for you.”

She scoffed, standing and taking your empty plates to the sink. “You never do them anyway.”

“Oh, is that a challenge?” You laughed, and she shrugged, smirking. “You want me to prove myself by washing dishes?”

You stood, making your way over to her, beginning to wash the dishes as she watched you in amusement. “I feel like a medieval woman trying to prove to a noble that he should court her.”

“So dramatic,” she muttered, coming up behind you and wrapping her arms around your waist.

“You love it.”

“Maybe. Just a little bit.”

And as the sun rose, the tranquility of the morning scared away every anxiety, every fear of the day ahead. Peace enveloped the two of you, painted in pink and gold.

[axdently]

𝑴𝑨𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑨 𝑴𝑬𝑴𝑬𝑻, 𝑺𝑯𝑬/𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑺, 𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑬

To CHARLOTTE DEGRAVES, the whole world looks like an open page. With a leap of faith, their ability of FERAL MIND grows a little stronger. They are a TIGER shade aligned to THE ORDER OF ATH. For THIRTY-SEVEN years, they have survived a world of magic with both their AFFECTIONATE + HEADSTRONG and CATTY + SUPERFICIAL reputations. They work as a TIGER HEAT CLUB OWNER & AN AMATEUR FOOT MODEL, but if they could change their fate, they’d want to KEEP HER SISTERS SAFE.

─── 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒.

Listen up, babe, because this is who you are, and we’re only saying it once – you're a whirlwind of Moira Rose and Carole Baskin energy wrapped up in one explosive package. The town knows you as that Alimjan sister with a reputation, the one who sent her husband packing ( six feet under ), Julien Degraves, in the most enigmatic way possible. Your realm is Tiger Heat, a haven where music and magic collide, but you're not just a host –you’re a ringleader of inclusivity, welcoming grass kids ( you know the kids who used to sit in the grass during lunch and hiss at people ), and the black sheeps of the family. The world's a stage, and everyone is going to dance, and celebrate or you’ll scream !! But that's not all, Lottie. You're not just a queen of the night; you're a fashion icon too. Clown Couture? Yeah, that's you, turning glitter into art and sequins into a lifestyle. And those three LITERAL TIGER cubs? More than family, right? You're the lioness to these little tigers, fierce and protective. Here's the kicker: You're the big sister, the eldest among Dottie, Dollie, Rosie, and Josie, but oh boy, you definitely channel that mama bear energy. Let's not forget your temper – a warning sign for anyone daring to get on your bad side. So, Lottie Degraves, you're a tsunami of glitter, fierceness, and unpredictability. A showstopper, a sister, and a force to be reckoned with.

─── 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒.

NAME: Charlotte Lottie Degraves NICKNAME: Lottie DATE OF BIRTH: January 28th GENDER: she/ her HEIGHT: 5’6” MARKINGS: a mole on her big toe TATTOOS: none PIERCINGS: her ears DECORUM: she always has to stand out with pink fuzz, quirky uses of denim, boots that shine, & the occasional glitter business suit. She loves to accessorize and you bet your bottom dollar that her tiger cubs ALWAYS match.  SCENT:  a minty trace of catnip, bubblegum cigarettes & Elizabeth Arden’s White tea GOALS: World Domination ✨ FEARS: Her grandmother POSITIVE TRAITS: Eccentric, Assertive, Talkative NEUTRAL TRAITS: Impractical, Confident, Curious NEGATIVE TRAITS: Scattered, Aggressive, Outcast ZODIAC: Aquarius Sun, Aries Moon & Aries Rising ALIGNMENT: chaotic evil TEMPERAMENT: sanguine ELEMENT: air  PRIMARY VICE: Wrath PRIMARY VIRTUE: Temperance  TROPE: Attention Whore, Comedic Sociopathy, Drama Queen, Everything’s Better with Sparkles, Impractically Fancy Outfit, Large Ham, No Inside Voice, Pretty in Mink, What the Hell Is That Accent? INSPIRATION: She’s a mix of Moira Rose, Monalisa Saperstein,  Noho Hank from Barry & heavily inspired by Carole Baskin OCCUPATION:  Illegal Animal Handler, Amateur Foot Model, Owner of Tiger Heat and CEO of a small company called of Clown Couture LLC. RESIDENCE: A house on the hill that resembles a mansion, that is always open to her sisters, though they’d have to sleep on couches due to the extra rooms being flooded with clothes and accessories for both her and her tiger cubs. HOBBIES: acrobatics ( when she was younger ), golfing, animal rights, sewing ( she has a small passion for costume designing ), Shopping HABITS: always losing her purse, speaking in a trained Trans Atlantic accent, never using her inside voice, pointing out the obvious ( Don’t tell her not to look at your Ex at the bar, she will ✨ ), chewing gum harshly and sticking it under tables, zoning out in boring conversations, succumbing to her own narcissism

─── 𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒.

FERAL MIND

The user can tap into a primal instinctive state of mind, which can release an unstoppable rage that allows them to perform in vastly increased capacity, taking and inflicting damage that they couldn't or wouldn't in their normal state. In some cases, the user's mind descends so far into the feral state that, mentally, they are little more than wild animals. The intensity of Feral Mind is based upon which variations are in play one being relatively tame, to all three being unmanagable. 

VARIATION 1. ENHANCED AGILITY

User with this ability can go from one motion to another effortlessly, effectively dodge attacks, swing from things easily, sprint, do back-flips, leap across rooftops, and numerous other gymnastic, athletic and martial implements with little to no effort. Agility is "the ability to rapidly respond or change by adapting its initial stable configuration", the ability to change the body's position efficiently, and requires the integration of isolated movement skills using a combination of balance, bodily coordination, speed, reflexes, strength, and endurance.

VARIATION 2. ENHANCED CLAWMANSHIP

Users, either innate or through training, are masters of wielding claws as weapons. The user is able to wield claws with great proficiency in brute power and close quarter combat. When it comes to wielding different weapons, the claws are the closest to hand-to-hand combat. User is able to climb and otherwise move effortlessly and smoothly on angled and/or vertical surfaces, able to take advantage of any handholds they find, no matter how small, on trees, rocks, walls, etc using their claws.

VARIATION 3. ENHANCED BITE

The power to have bite force greater than that of the ordinary. Users have an inhumanly strong bite, either because of sharp fangs/teeth, augmented jaw-muscle structure, etc. User can easily rip out/off the body parts from a target's body, whether it be the arms, legs, organs, head, spine, etc. Usually done by brute force, or can be done supernaturally as well.

─── 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘.

FEATHERED VEIL OF CHARISMA: This ornate feathered veil grants a +2 bonus to Charisma checks while worn. Additionally, once per day, the wearer can release a dazzling burst of colorful feathers, forcing all creatures within 15 feet to make a Wisdom saving throw or be charmed for 1 minute. TIGER QUEEN'S GLITTERING BOOTS: These knee-high boots are embedded with sparkling sequins and allow the wearer to cast the "Misty Step" spell once per short rest, teleporting in a burst of glitter up to 30 feet. SHIMMERING SUNGLASSES: These crescent moon-shaped sunglasses grant advantage on saving throws against blinding effects and can be used once per day to cast the "Suggestion" spell on a target. GILDED CHOKER OF ELOCUTION: This exquisite choker enhances the wearer's speech and presence. They gain advantage on Charisma checks related to persuasion, and their words are imbued with a subtle charm that captivates listeners. TIGER CLAW PENDANT: A pendant in the shape of a tiger's claw, set with a sparkling gem. When worn, it grants the user enhanced agility, allowing them to add a +2 bonus to Dexterity checks and saving throws. 6.GEMSTONE HAIRPINS: A set of intricately designed hairpins embedded with sparkling gemstones. When used to secure hair, they grant the wearer advantage on Performance checks for music or dance. ENCHANTED BANGLE OF EVASION: A bangle adorned with swirling patterns. Wearing it grants the user the ability to use the "Evasion" ability as a rogue, allowing them to dodge area effect spells and abilities. SATIN RIBBON SASH: A delicate satin sash that shimmers in different colors. When worn as a belt, it grants the user the ability to cast "Color Spray" once per short rest.

─── 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

COLOR SPRAY: A dazzling array of flashing, colored light springs from your hand. Roll 6d10, the total is how many hit points of creatures this spell can effect. Creatures in a 15-foot cone originating from you are affected in ascending order of their current hit points (ignoring unconscious creatures and creatures that can't see). MISTY STEP: Briefly surrounded by silvery mist, Lottie teleports up to 30 feet to an unoccupied space that you can see.

POTIONS

POTION OF GLAMOUR: Drinking this potion gives the user a radiant and captivating appearance, granting advantage on Charisma checks ELIXIR OF AGGRESSIVE ELEGANCE: This potion boosts the drinker's physical and mental prowess, granting a +2 bonus to Strength and Charisma for 1 hour. However, it also imposes disadvantage on Dexterity saving throws during this time due to their heightened self-assuredness. POTION OF CHARMED BANTER: After drinking this potion, the user gains the ability to engage in witty and flirtatious banter effortlessly. They have advantage on Persuasion and Deception checks for the next hour. TONIC OF SPARKLING ENERGY: This potion fills the drinker with boundless energy. For the next 10 minutes, they gain a fly speed of 30 feet and resistance to exhaustion. However, after the effect ends, they suffer one level of exhaustion. PERFUME OF ENCHANTING AURA: Applying a drop of this magical perfume grants the user a captivating aura. They gain advantage on Charisma checks and can use an action to release a burst of fragrance, casting "Calm Emotions. 6.TIGER BREW: Drinking this potion covers the user in a sparkling layer of magical glitter stripes. They become resistant to radiant damage, and any creature that makes a melee attack against them takes radiant damage in return.

[perksofbeingasunflowerblog]

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[awaywith-thefaeries]

HANGMAN’S A WHAT NOW!? | j.seresin

pairing: jake "hangman" seresin x wife!reader

summary: after the uranium mission, the dagger squad is assigned more permanently to the San Diego base, so Jake and his wife make plans to move their little family out to SoCal. The rest of the dagger squad is quite surprised to find out that Hangman even has a wife, when she joins them for a beach day, with some little surprises in tow.

warnings: pure, tooth-rotting fluff, Jake being a girl dad

a/n: this is just a little piece I came up with a 4 a.m. last night. reblogs are greatly appreciated. feel free to send in requests for any of the characters on my page, my requests are open!

word count: 2k

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“Mama, are we almost there yet?”

You smiled softly at your daughter, cuddling as close to her sister as the seatbelt in the back of the car will allow her.

“Almost, Liv,” you say gently.

“Okay then, Mama,” your daughter sighs, her head falling onto her sister's, where she is snoozing on Olive’s shoulder.

You smile at your twin girls, who had been so good for you while you drove from your old home in rural Texas, to join their father in San Diego, where he has been more permanently stationed after the success of the last mission he had been called back to Top Gun for. The girls adored their father and it has been a hard couple of months without him, for all three of you. You know it has been hard on Jake too. He acted happy for the girls on their frequent FaceTime sessions, but you’ve known Jake too long to not catch the sadness in his eyes as he read them a bedtime story and watched them fall asleep without being able to tuck them into their blankets, smooth their hair back from their faces and kiss them goodnight.

Which is why you had packed up the girls, and all your essentials three days before schedule, so you could finally reunite with your beloved husband. You have been in contact with the only one of your husband's fellow pilots you’ve met, his friend Javy (or Coyote to his team), who let you know that the whole squad was having a beach day today, which is where you are headed now.

You look around at the houses on either side of the street as you follow the GPS to the location Coyote sent you, somewhere called The Hard Deck. He had texted you that you could park your van in the lot, and then go through the bar (which isn’t open this early in the afternoon, he assured you) to get to the beach on the other side.

Passing under a row of palm trees, you pull into the parking lot of the small beachside bar you have heard so much about from your husband and turn into the open spot in between Jake’s truck and a shiny Bronco.

Putting your keys in your bag, you open your door and climb out, brushing your long skirt out as you make your way around the front of the car to open the door your girls are sleeping next too.

Opening it gently, you brush you fingers through Charlotte’s dark blonde hair, so similar to her daddy’s.

“Lottie, baby, it’s time to wake up, we’re here,” you whisper to her. She stirs a little, blinking bleary green eyes up at you as a tiny hand comes up to rub her face. The arm movement jostles Olive, who picks her head up and yawns.

“Come on, my loves, can you undo your seatbelts and stand next to Mama, so I can make sure you look so pretty to see Daddy again?”

With that question, the identical faces of the best gifts Jake has ever given you light up, as if remembering where they are and why they had been driving in the car for two days.

Within seconds, your twins are standing side by side, bobbing up and down on their toes in excitement as you check that their adorable little matching outfits have not been wrinkled too much by the car ride. Once you re-tie Charlotte’s hair bow, which had come undone in the car, you take each of your daughters hands in each of yours and lead them into the empty bar.

Passing through the doors that lead onto the sand, your girls gape at the sight of the ocean sparkling in the late afternoon sun.

“Mama,” Olive says, mouth hanging open, “it’s so big.”

“Yeah, baby, it goes on for miles and miles.”

“Mama, mama, mama, look!” Charlotte bounces in place next to you and squeezes the hand she’s holding onto. “I can see Daddy!”

You turn to look where she’s pointing and sure enough, a tiny ways down the beach, you spot your husband, throwing around a ball with another man in board shorts. The man throws his head back and laughs at something Jake says.

“Mama, can we go! Can we do the surprise now, please?” Olive asks, so sweetly that your heart melts a little bit as you nod at your daughter.

“Go knock him over with the biggest hug ever, girls!” You say as you start walking again, releasing their hands so that they can run ahead.

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“Nice try, Bradshaw,” Jake yells to his friend as Rooster throws a particularly hard ball, causing Jake to have to side step to catch it.

“One day man,” Rooster grins, “one day, I’ll get you.”

Jake is just about to come up with a witty retort when he hears something he thought he wasn’t going to hear for another couple of days.

“Daddy!”

“Daddy!”

Two little voices he knows better than anything. Jake whips around in disbelief, forgetting Rooster and the game of catch in an instant as he spots his little girls running towards him, dressed adorably in little matching outfits.

Jake takes a few steps towards his girls and then drops into the sand just in time for them to come crashing into him, arms going round his neck and bodies thumping into him with such force, he goes sprawling back in the sand with his babies on top of him. He holds them there for a few moments, relishing in the feeling of them in his arms again, their puffs of laughter tickling his neck.

After a few moments, he sits up effortlessly, still holding onto the two five year olds and sets them onto their feet. Pulling out of the hug just far enough to look at their faces, Jake’s right hand comes up to stroke Olive’s hair out of her eyes while his left stays firmly around Charlotte’s waist.

“What are you doing here, you two?”

“We come early, Daddy!” Olive says, her little hand coming up to touch Jake’s cheek.

“Mama said we should surprise you!” Charlotte says, her voice muffled from where she’s pressed her face into her father’s neck.

“Did she now?” Jake asks playfully, looking up just as a pair of legs he knows very well stop in front of him. He lets his eyes trail upwards until they meet yours and he swears, he doesn’t think there will ever be a time where he isn’t affected by that beautiful smile.

“Hi Darlin,” he grins, letting go of his babies for only a moment to get to his feet before putting his hands on their heads as they wrap themselves around a leg each.

“Hey Handsome,” you smirk back, and Jake can’t help but close the tiny distance between you to press a kiss to your lips.

He feels so content in this moment, all three of his girls are finally with him after too long (in his opinion) apart, that it’s a bit jarring when Rooster’s voice breaks through his little bubble of happiness.

“I’m sorry, what the fu….rick is going on here?”

Jake laughs against your lips before pressing one last final kiss to them before pulling away and turning to see the rest of his team, save Coyote, gaping at him.

“What does it look like, Bradshaw,” Jake smirks, as Rooster rubs his ribs where Phoenix evidently elbowed him to keep him from cursing in front of the two little girls still hanging onto their father.

“It looks,” Phoenix jumps in, trying to sound mad, but failing because of the shit eating grin on her face, “like you’ve been keeping secrets, Bagman.”

You’re intoxicating laugh has Jake turing back to you, a betrayed look in his eyes, an over exaggerated pout on his lips.

“Baby?” He whines, purposefully making his bottom lip jut out and quiver slightly. You laugh again, leaning forward to kiss away his frown.

“Oh hush…..now, is your Daddy going to introduce us to the squad, or are we gonna have to report back to Grandma Seresin about his manners,” you say cheekily, leaning down to address the last part of your question to the twins. They both giggle and pull on Jake’s hands, while he stares down at his little family.

“Alright, no need to involve my mama,” he says, grinning, “who wants a ride over?”

Both of his daughters look up at him with matching grins, before Olive reaches up and starts shouting, “Sandwich, sandwich!”

“Oh alright!” Jake sighs dramatically, before taking her hands in both of his and swinging her up onto his back. Once he’s sure her little legs are locked around his waist tight enough that she won’t fall, he reaches down for Charlotte, and lifts her up to carry her on his chest.

With his daughters hanging off him like Koalas, and your hand in one of his, he leads you over to the little congregation of towels the gang had set up earlier that day.

Bob, Phoenix, Rooster, and Fanboy all rise to their feet from where they had been lounging, as Jake approaches with his family. Only Coyote remains on his towel, a fact which makes Jake smirk.

“Everyone, these are my girls,” Jake says, angling his body so that Olive is slightly visible, and Charlotte can see from where her head is back in his neck.

There’s a chorus of heys from the group and Jake feels one of Olive’s hands leave his neck, reaching up to wave at the pilots.

“This is my wife, Y/N Seresin, and these two beauties…..Can you say hi, and introduce yourself, sugar?” Jake asks Olive, bouncing a little so that she holds onto his neck again. She giggles lightly and Jake feels her nod against his shoulder.

“I’m Liv,” she says, “it’s very nice to meet you!”

She mispronounces her v’s slightly, but her greeting is so endearing that Jake witnesses all the pilots melt in front of him.

“And what about you, baby?” Jake asks Charlotte, angling his head so that he can see her face. She shakes her head slightly, her eyes so wide and innocent in her face.

“Are you sure, darlin?” Jake asks. His shy daughter just shakes her head, and turns her face, so that her face is hidden completely in her father’s neck.

“Okay….,” Jake murmurs to her, running his hand up and down her back in circles and turns to his group of pilots.

“This little one is Lottie,” he says.

“Coyote,” you say, taking the focus of the group off of your shy daughter as you call your friend, “are you gonna stay over there, or are you actually going to get up and and come say hello?”

“Ya know, I think I’m good where I am,” Coyote laughs from his seat, grinning.

“Uncle Javy!?” Olive asks, wriggling around in excitement.

“Yeah Livie!” Coyote grins, finally getting up from the ground and making his way over.

“Daddy, down please!” Olive chirps and Jake obligingly bends until his daughter can hop off his back.

The minute Olive is on the ground, she takes off running towards Coyote, and he leans down as she gets to him, and lifts her up, swinging her around in the air as her laughter explodes from her. After she's been swung around a few times, Coyote p uts her back in the sand and pulls you into a side hug.

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As the family reunites with each other, and some of the pilots go and begin chatting with Jake and his wife, Phoenix sidles up to Rooster and elbows him again.

"You good, Roos?"

The pilot turns his head to look at her, and she bursts out laughing.

"Oh come on, Bradley, is it really that shocking that Jake has a life outside of the navy?"

"Kind of!"

Phoenix goes to elbow her friend again, but he's ready this time, dodging out of the way as she goes for his ribs, the two pilots laughing as they join the rest of the group getting to know their newest members.

a/n: thank you so much for reading! Let me know what you think!

[tricksters-captain]

Benedict Bridgerton / Anthony Bridgerton Imagines - Best Man Wins Part 2

AN: Am I going to hurt myself with this fic? Yes.

(🎶🎶🎶) = Link to song

Overall Summary:  Entering a society you thought you had left behind, you find yourself in a tricky triangle with two gentleman you never thought you’d fall for.

PART ONE HERE

This Chapter: The courting starts...

Pairing(s): Anthony Bridgerton x fem!Reader, Benedict Bridgerton x fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,752

Warnings: None

Dear readers, it was a surprise to see a face we’d long forgot about make her debut at last nights dashing ball at Danbury house. 

Miss (Y/n) (Y/l/n) shook the social season within the first night by making her first appearance in almost 11 years. Word is that Lady (Y/l/n) remarried Lord Winslow and this has sparked her only daughters debut into society. After spending the previous 11 years off the coast of Kent, doing whatever it is widows do, Lady Winslow met Lord Winslow after a foolish incident left Lady Winslow in a ditch. Fortunate for her Lord Winslow passed by in his carriage and swept the widow off her feet. 

However, Miss (Y/l/n)’s appearance wasn’t the only surprising event last night but the fact the young girl had secured the attention of not one but two Bridgerton Bachelors. Bear in mind that the youngest Bachelor, Colin Bridgerton, is currently off travelling Europe and so didn’t have the chance for his head to be turned by our fresh faced debutant. 

Will Miss (Y/l/n) receive the pleasure of a call from the two well sought after gentleman? We will only find out over the coming days, dear readers. 

“Mama?” You entered the breakfast room with Lady Whistledown’s paper in your hand. 

Your mother was sat at the head of the table with a bowl of fresh fruit and a pot of tea. 

Lord Winslow had been called out to his estate in the country for an emergency just as you had returned last night with your mother. He said he would only be gone a couple days but it had not even been 12 hours and your mother already looked lonely as ever. 

You were lucky that Lord Winslow was a kind man. He really did love your mother and your mother loved him. Your mother had never loved your father, that you knew for certain and so it was wonderful to see your mother so happy with Lord Winslow. 

You knew he didn’t particularly like you but he was a kind and fair man who had paid for all of your new clothes, shoes and settled you with a fair sum of a dowery. 

“Mama, have you seen this?” You handed her the paper. “Lady Whistledown has dedicated a whole page just to us. She’s gone from reminding everyone of father’s scandal to how you met Lord Winslow and reporting of my arrival at the ball last night.”

Your mother picked up the paper and started to read it. 

You sat beside her at the breakfast table and thanked the servants for bringing you over some hot oats. You sprinkled some fruit on top before pouring yourself an orange juice, all the while, your mother read. 

“Of course she should mention the Bridgerton men. If you could catch one of them then I'd never have to worry about funds ever again.” Your mother put the paper down and took another sip of her tea. 

“Mother, you have Lord Winslow who will always make sure you live comfortably. You don’t need me to go off and marry some Baron––”

“––But a viscount would be nice.” You mother quickly added. 

“The Viscount Bridgerton is very well known for being a rake. I doubt he’ll be proposing anytime soon to anyone. I’m sure he only danced with me last night because his mother probably asked as she did recognise me.” You dismissed your mothers high hopes. 

“Ah yes. Violet told me that she had invited you for tea. She invited me over, of course, but I’d rather not be too social this season with everyone asking questions about our situation before Lord Winslow.” 

Your mother hadn’t worked before she met Lord Winslow. You brought in any extra funds by being a lady’s companion and your mother budgeted as she could the small amount of money her brother in law had given you both after the death of his brother/your father. 

Your mother had never been the most friendly socialite of the ton even before your father’s death. More often than not she rejected invitations for tea or musicales and only showed up to the larger events the ton threw. 

Your mother wasn’t particular friendly to anyone except Lord Winslow. Even you had a strange relationship. 

Your mother was one of the eldest Mama’s amongst the girls your age. She had struggled to produce children for years and then eventually she stopped trying until one day on one anniversary she fell pregnant and it held. 

She had prayed for a son to give your father an heir but she was blessed with you instead. 

She had never been cruel or negligent but she never had that particular spark for maternal love. 

Your father loved gambling more than he loved anyone or anything so paternal love was something you lacked during your childhood. 

Nonetheless, you were glad your mother was happy now. 

“There’s gifts for you in the drawing room before I forget to tell you.” 

“Gifts?” You felt your heart flutter in excitement and before your mother could say anymore, you were already rushing to the drawing room. 

You opened the door to see the room full of flowers. 

Roses, hyacinths, camellias, carnations, peonies, sweet peas.... and more. 

“My goodness.” You barely breathed the words as your hand shot to your mouth in delight. 

“They’ve all come for you this morning, Miss.” Lottie, your lady’s maid, beamed at you. 

“There’s so many.” You whispered to her with a bright smile. 

“Lady Whistledown did name you the seasons incomparable, Miss!” Lottie reminded you. It was something you didn’t say aloud to your mother but Whistledown did write that after mentioning the Bridgerton brothers. 

“May I be left to myself, Lottie, so I can read the notes.” You asked her politely to which she replied with a smile and a servants nod. 

“I already told cook to prepare some biscuits but would you like anything else before I go?” Lottie asked. 

“Biscuits?” You furrowed your eyebrows at the maid. 

“For your callers.” Lottie blushed a little as she smiled at you.

“Callers! I’d forgotten! Oh Lottie, I need you to run upstairs and get my pearl earrings instead of these and I’d love some tea as well.” You had a sudden panic to want to look perfect. Lottie took the earrings you had taken out and bowed out of the room at your request. 

You started around the room, smiling at each cheesy note from different suitors. Some you had danced with last night but most you hadn’t even spoken to. 

You stopped when you spotted a beautiful bouquet of white roses with several pickings of wisteria. 

‘You used to love the flowers at the front of the horse in spring time. I had to include them to remind you. 

Yours, Benedict.’ 

You cradled the purple flower in your hand and breathed in the scent of the roses and wisteria. 

You had no idea Benedict knew of that. 

Lottie returned with your earrings and your tea. 

“That’s a lovely bunch, Miss.” Lottie commented as you stood beside Benedict’s bouquet. 

“Isn’t it?” You found yourself wishing to visit the house sooner than later but you knew you’d probably have callers and your trip would have to wait. 

Your mother soon retired to the drawing room to act as chaperone as she expected callers sooner than later. 

She scolded you for taking too long to read the notes on the flowers and soon you found yourself sat on the settee with a book of poetry and your embroidery beside you in case your mother looked up from her own stitch work. 

It wasn’t long until the first caller arrived. 

And then another. 

And another. 

Your whole morning was filled with short meetings of many suitors. More than you had expected. 

The flower collection grew as more suitors came with their own bouquets rather than deliveries. 

There was chocolates from Belgium and macaroons from France. 

Your mother seemed happy with some of the more wealthy men and slightly less welcoming with the less fortunate. Her side glances to you said more than words ever could. 

The morning all together was exhausting.... But no Bridgertons...

“Where are you off to?” Violet peered up from her cup of tea as she caught Anthony passing the door. 

“Is it really any of your business mother?” Anthony questioned as he took several steps back so he was in the doorway. A bouquet of flowers hidden behind his back.

“If it’s off to see Miss (Y/l/n), I’d hold off.” Violet’s eyes met her sons and he could sense a fraction of worry there. “Your brother just left to do the same thing.” 

“Benedict.” Anthony didn’t question whether it was Benedict but rather stated his name in a knowing voice. 

“Miss (Y/l/n) may be new to society but she isn’t some play doll for the men of the ton to use and set aside like her mother had been.” Violet couldn’t help but feel an anger grow inside of her. She had cared for the girl when she was at a young age and she felt a sudden protectiveness grow over her now. 

“I do not intend to corrupt her if that’s what you think, Mother.” Anthony said flatly. Slightly hurt that his mother had insinuated it. 

“Then what do you intend to do? Marry her?” Violet’s question lingered in the air as Anthony clenched his jaw. 

Anthony didn’t really know why he was going to call on the girl. Was he really. interested in courting her or did he just want to be near her for some reason?

“Good afternoon, Mother.” Anthony excused himself and left Bridgerton house.

He decided to walk so that he would miss Benedict by the time he’d arrive if he took the long route through the park. It was a sunny day after all. 

“Mr Bridgerton to see Miss (Y/l/n).” The butler, Killian, had announced. 

You rose from your seat and smiled politely as you watched Benedict enter behind him. 

“Miss (Y/l/n).” Benedict took hold of your fingers and brushed a light kiss on top. “You look lovely this morning.” 

“Thank you, Lord Bridgeton.” You greeted him back with a short curtsy. “I also must thank you for your bouquet!” You suddenly remember, walking over to them and lightly brushing your fingers under the wisteria. 

“Mothers tip if I’m being honest.” Benedict told you as he held his hands behind   his back. 

You looked up at the man with bright eyes that he couldn’t help but look back into. 

“Please tell Lady Bridgerton I will be round for tea as soon as possible.” You pushed down your excitement to remain as ladylike as you could. 

“I’m sure Daphne will be glad to see you looking so well too.” Benedict let his eyes drop down your dress momentarily. You caught him doing so and felt your cheeks go pink under his gaze. 

“I am looking forward to seeing my old playmate.” You spoke, hoping your voce wouldn't fail you and crack. 

“I was hoping, Miss (Y/l/n), if you would do me the honour in promenading with me tomorrow morning through Hyde park?” Benedict inquired with hopeful eyes. 

You looked back to your Mama who nodded in reply. 

“Yes, that would be very agreeable.” You couldn’t help but let your smile grow when Benedict’s lips spread into one of his lopsided grins.

“I am looking forward to it.” Benedict took hold of your hand and pressed it to his lips once again. 

However, this time, his lips lingered on the fabric of your glove. His eyes meeting yours as they did. 

You hadn’t noticed you’d stopped breathing until the man lowered your hand. 

“If you will excuse us, Mr Bridgerton but I have some business to take care of this afternoon so I’m afraid this call will have to come to a close until tomorrow.” Your mother stood and held her hand out towards the door. 

“It’s been a pleasure, Lady Winslow. Miss (Y/l/n).” Benedict bid himself adieu leaving you and your mother alone. 

“If anyone callers arrive then do not grant them access until I am back.” Your mother left the room, assumably to use the chamberpot with the amount of tea she’d been drinking that morning. 

You wrapped your arms around yourself as you looked down at Benedict’s flowers once more. 

You felt yourself yawn as you suddenly realised just how tired you were. 

“Being the most desired girl in the ton can be exhausting, can’t it, Miss (Y/l/n)?” A familiar voice startled you as someone entered without being announced. 

“Lord Bridgerton!” You clutched your chest as you caught your breath. 

“Miss (Y/l/n).” Anthony smirked. 

“How did you get in?” You asked, looking past him to where Killian should have been standing. 

“Your butler answered the door and then there was a crashing noice and he pointed me to this door and so here I am.” He explained, opening his arms to show himself. 

That’s when you noticed the bouquet. Not one. But two. 

“Here, there are for you and your mother.” Anthony offered you the bouquet as he watched you spot them. 

“We shouldn’t be here unchaperoned.” You suddenly felt panicked for some reason. 

“The door is open. I’m sure your mama won’t be long.” Anthony took a deeper step into the room and place the bouquets on the table. 

“They’re beautiful. Thank you.” You examined them from a careful distance. 

“I believe I saw my brother leaving here from up the street.” Anthony told you as he placed his hands behind his back. 

“Ah.” You nodded, “Yes, he was here but moments ago.” 

Anthony cocked his eyebrow with an amused look on his face. 

“We were just talking about your mother and your sister. Your mother has invited me for tea and I told Benedict to tell your mother that I’ll be round to see her as soon as I can.” You found yourself rambling. 

“You are welcome in Bridgerton house any time.” Anthony extended the invitation as the Viscount. 

“Thank you.” You nodded politely. “So what has brought you to visit me today?”

It was a stupid question but anything to fill the silence.

“Well after tonight, I rather felt like seeing you again.” Anthony rocked on his heels as he spoke, scrunching his face as if he’d just thought of it. 

He was teasing you and you knew it. 

“Is that so?” You tilted your head up slightly with a smile. “It’s not often, I hear, that Anthony Bridgerton visits any lady of respectability after spending the night with her.” The words had come out before you could stop them and Anthony found himself laughing as you tried not to blush. 

“That is where you are wrong. I do not spend my nights with any respectable ladies.” Anthony knew you were playing a game. He would never had responded this way unless he wanted to push your buttons. 

“Ah yes. Opera singers, actresses and such, isn’t it? At least that’s what I hear from Whistledown nowadays.” You thought yourself cheeky. 

“So you believe everything Whistledown writes?” Anthony asked, stepping closer to you again. 

“Everything she has written so far has been correct.” You defended your answer. 

“From the look of this room, I fear she may be correct about one thing at least.”Anthony gestured to all the flowers. 

“And that is?” You followed his gesture. 

“That you are the seasons incomparable. Perhaps the incomparable of any season thus.” Anthony’s compliment made you catch your breath in your throat. 

“Ah! Mr Bridgerton. I hope I hadn't left you waiting too long.” Your mother interrupted at just the right time. 

“Unfortunately, Mrs Winslow, I must be off now. I only came by to give these to Miss (Y/l/n) and yourself.” Anthony picked up the bouquet and handed to your mother before allowing himself to approach you. 

Your eyes met his as he handed you the flowers. 

His finger touched your own as he passed the bouquet over and you broke eye contact to retreat slightly. Not that your mother had noticed. 

“Good afternoon, Mr Bridgerton.” You said quickly. 

“Good afternoon, Miss (y/l/n).” Anthony kissed your hand like he had before as has his brother. 

And then he left. 

(PART 3 HERE)

[ravenadottir]

i know I'm late to litg train wagon but i played recently and coupled up with henrik, now im all over tumblr looking for scraps until i found your magical page. Can we get a headcanon or maybe part 2 of Odinson please, maybe with the second child?

it’s never late love. we’re here, we’re simps, and i hope you feel alright and welcome! anything you need, you’re welcome to my inbox!

right now i’m phone-less, so i can’t do a part 2 for his social media, but i can give you some headcanons, the most random possible:

- henrik drives a jeep

- lots of beanies in his drawers and spread around his place

- lives in a small house close to the road

- big backyard with lots of grassy patches

- 5′11′’

- always searching for new licenses

- finished high school already knowing what he wanted to do

- grew up with his parents adopting dogs

- older brother of a girl (i named her juno)

- loves when you braid his hair while he lis his head on your lap

- loves painting your toenails

- it’s rare to have any pharmacos or pills/medicine, unless it’s something natural solutions can’t fix

- has a strong bond with bobby

- lucas is his only brother

- doesn’t understand why people like movies, but he does get movies. he just doesn’t see the point

- wants a nuch of kids but will settle for two

- headbanger “it’s fun, you get all dizzy”

- he wasn’t a genius in school but because he couldn’t focus on tests. he was excellent in the classroom

- loves spending his afternoons in the woods, hanging out with his friends

- the type to have lots of female friends, but was always into one girl that people said was way out of his league

- the girls in school were always doing things to his hair

- learned to cook with his family, when he and his sister were helping with dinner or lunch

- regretted taking lottie on a date and not marisol. he wasn’t interested in her, but she would give him the full scoop on mc

- he and lucas were connected that way already because they were in the same hotel room before arriving in the villa

- gives great advice, especially about family and friends

- F-A-N-T-A-S-T-I-C with kids

- friends’ children? uncle henrik is their favorite, since he always takes them to fun places

- get used to henrik coming home with a dog in his arms “let’s just take care of him until he’s adopted :((” it’s the fourth dog you have

- bi vibes? fluid? pan? i like to think he’s pan

- H-U-F-F-L-E-P-U-F-F

- plans amazing trips

- dates and gifts are always heartfelt, always with a meaning or an inside joke

*just an observation here: i don’t know if this happened to you, but a user on reddit couldn’t find the good stuff on henrik and lucas because she was on the search bar here, looking through ‘most popular’ posts. may i recommend when you search stuff on tumblr, to change the filter into “most recent”. otherwise, harassing lurik is the only thing that dominates the whole search. and for the rest of the boys is predominantly group posts from when season 2 was still being released.

and if i may recommend something else, this masterlist is for everything i do for him, in particular, and this one has group asks, which i always include him, because i love one boy that has one brain cell.

and i have to recommend blogs that are also henrik stans, and have great stuff for him, between headcanons, random thoughts, art and moodboards, among other things!

@mountainmanxoxo @bubblybabynailpolish @deuchess @smaiihands @crvsh-culture @bellarxse @lianalitg @radiantdae @bobbyboops

if i forgot someone, please tag yourself in the comments?? 🥺🥺🥺

** when i get my phone back i’ll get to add instagram posts for henrik’s 

[fantomcomics]

What’s Out This Week? 3/18

We love you. Wash your hands. 

Artemis & Assassin #1 - Stephanie Phillips, Meghan Hetrick, & Francesca Fantini

What happens when a time-traveling assassin and a spy from 1944 try to kill each other? For a price, a top-secret assassination organization will travel through time and interfere with watershed moments. Trained as the agency's top assassin, Maya is sent to kill Virginia Hall, the deadliest spy of WWII. Charged with carrying important plans about the invasion of Normandy to the Allied troops, Virginia's death would have a cataclysmic effect on WWII as we know it.

X-Ray Robot #1 (of 4) - Mike Allred, Laura Allred  and Nate Piekos

Max is a family man seeking a more interesting life. While conducting a new experiment at work, the fabric of his reality is torn before his eyes, and a robotic figure appears, claiming to be his 277-year-old self. The robot is able to "X-Ray" multiple dimensions and battles a nihilistic entity from another dimension who wants to take all life to its "Pre-Big Bang" status.  Max and the robot embark on an interdimensional roadtrip through past and future to take down the "Nihilist" and save the universe!

Hexagon #1 (of 5) - Michael Moreci & Jheremy Raapack

It's the 1980s and all twelve-year-old Don wants to do is play video games at the local arcade. Don's father, however, refuses to let him play. Egged on by his friends and trying to impress a girl, Don sneaks out to join an all-night game-a-thon. Defying the odds (and on his first quarter ever!), Don beats Crucible, a game long considered unbeatable. In an instant, his world is turned upside down when his victory triggers an alien invasion and sucks him into an intergalactic battle that has been raging for years, a battle his father was desperately trying to protect him from!

Wicked Things #1 - John Allison & Max Sarin

Nineteen year old Charlotte Grote has her whole life ahead of her; headed straight to Oxford and a future as a real detective-until she's framed for murder! Given the choice between going to jail basically forever or joining the police, Lottie decides to hit the beat, all while trying to find the real murderer. Lottie may have been running rings about the police since her 9th birthday, but she's never been on this side of the security tape. Could the future of law enforcement be 5'2" with an extremely strong bangs game? Yes. Very yes.

Hotell #1 (of 4) - John Lees & Dalibor Talajic

You won't find it on any map, but if you happen to be driving down Route 66 late at night and  you're truly desperate for shelter, sanctuary or secrecy, you might see a battered sign on the side of the road: The Pierrot Courts Hotel. - where many check in but few check out.

Starship Down #1 (of 4) - Justin Giampaoli & Andrea Mutti

A cultural anthropologist consults with US Naval Intelligence to investigate the discovery of an extraterrestrial ship buried under the ice for thousands of years in Siberia. The meddling Russians, Vatican officials, the international media spotlight, and her own insecurities all threaten her efforts to keep the fabric of society from crumbling.

Outlawed #1 - Eve Ewing & Kim Jacinto

In the wake of a devastating tragedy, the United States passes a law that will shake the Marvel Universe to its core. The world has had enough of teen heroes. The crackdown has begun. And the lives of Marvel's next generation will never be the same again.

Spider-Woman #1 - Karla Pacheco & Pere Perez

Jessica Drew hasn't been feeling like herself lately (she's not a Skrull, we promise). When the angry, irritable, and unwell Spider-Woman takes a simple security gig to help get back on her feet, she finds herself besieged by unknown forces out to destroy everything around her. What's wrong with Jessica? Just how DID she get this job? And who are these violent lunatics who keep trying to blow her up? WHO CARES? Does Spider-Woman have someone to punch? THAT'S ALL THAT MATTERS.

Red Border #1 (of 4) - Jason Starr, Will Conrad, and Ivan Nunes

A young Mexican couple narrowly escapes the Juarez Cartel by fleeing across the border into Texas, only to be run down in the desert by the Cartel's most brutal thugs. Rescued by a mysterious local who takes them to the safety of his family's ranch, the couple soon realize their hosts have more than just skeletons in their closet. Trapped in a house of horrors beyond their wildest imagination, the army of assassins on their trail might be the least of their problems.

Robin 80th Anniversary 100-Page Super Spectacular - Marv Wolfman, Tom Grummett & Various

DC Comics celebrates Robin the Boy Wonder's 80th anniversary in style with an all-star creative team representing each iteration of the iconic character across eight decades of history! From the high-flying adventures of Dick Grayson to the tragedy of Jason Todd, the enthusiasm of Tim Drake and the arrogance of Damian Wayne, the persistence of Stephanie Brown and the rebelliousness of Carrie Kelley-the mantle of Robin has been worn by many, but always represents one thing: a hero.

Resistance #1 (of 6) - J. Michael Straczynski & Mike Deodato

J. Michael Straczynski, creator of Babylon 5 and writer of beloved runs on The Amazing Spider-Man, Thor, and Superman: Earth One, returns to comics teaming with Mike Deodato Jr., the blockbuster artist of The Amazing Spider-Man, The Incredible Hulk, and Infinity Wars. Together they plant the flag for a new universe of heroes and villains. A global disaster leaves hundreds of millions dead in its wake. Shortly after, a few thousand suddenly manifest superhuman powers. Are they harbingers of more perils to come...or Earth's last hope?

Whatcha grabbing this week, Fantomites?

[alarriefantasy]

Do you have a footie!louis rec?? I really love ones where he is a professional player. Thank you!!

YES, I DO! Here you go, darling!! :) :) :)

                                      Football Louis Fic Rec

I made a map of your stars by brightbluelou

Words: 5k

or, Harry is the shy boy in the back of the class that no one really notices. Louis is the loud, outgoing football player that everybody likes.

I Long For You by itsprobablylarry

Words: 6k

Harry gets hit in the head by various objects and falls for a boy with blue eyes.

say i hate you but i always stay by clicheanna 

Words: 8k

Or the one where Harry hates Louis, he's almost sure Louis hates him, and they live together. Driving him to football practice everyday is not apart of Harry's plans, but Louis is pretty adamant if it means annoying Harry.

Satan's Got a New Headscarf by larryscape

Words: 9k

Louis: senior captain of the uni football team, president of the literary magazine club, possible theatre major, official loather of anyone who acts a certain way just to fit the theme of their Tumblr

Zayn: senior, does not understand sports, claims to not be addicted to cigarettes, is addicted to cigarettes, proud roommate and bestfriend of Louis

Liam: junior, best friend of Niall Horan and also spell-check, shows up at literary magazine club but has yet to publish anything that does not look like the twitter page of a twelve-year-old

Niall: junior, famous for sonnets about bacon and other breakfast-related items, says he is on the football team, is not really on the football team

Harry: sophomore, wearer of headscarves and skinny jeans, apparent fan of 20th century poetry, unsurprisingly dabbles in the ukulele

we're the new romantics by lovefern 

Words: 16k

Alternatively, a high school au where Louis pines and Harry is not who he seems to be. Featuring peanut butter banana milkshakes, motorcycles, and first times.

say that you can see me (i'll speak up i swear) by coffeelouis 

Words: 20k

or, the liberal arts COLLEGE AU where Harry knows Louis as the best friend of the boy he has been hopelessly in love with for years now and Louis knows Harry as this boy he wished would look away from Zayn long enough to notice him.

Monsters at Home by theteapirate

Words: 21k

High School!AU. Everyone's eyes are on Harry, the beautiful, charming new student. Harry's only got eyes for the school golden boy: football captain Louis Tomlinson, whose homophobic father complicates matters a bit.

Ain't That A Kick In The Head! by lesbianharrie, wreckingtomlinson

Words: 22k

In which Harry’s a disaster gay who doesn’t know shit about soccer, Liam drinks too many blue raspberry Coolattas, Niall knows everyone, Zayn looks dead, and Louis is Not Happy about sharing his breakout moment with “Drunk Hawaiian Guy.”

Barefoot in Blue Jeans by indiaalphawhiskey

Words: 24k

AU. Louis Tomlinson is trying desperately hard not to fall for his son’s au pair, but he can’t, for the life of him, remember why.

Find Another One, Cause She Belongs To Me by AFangirlFantasy, larrysfootballfairy

Words: 25k

or a Girl Direction Uni AU, where Louis is desperately in love with her best friend Harry, who might not be as straight as she thought, Ziam can't fool anyone, and Niall is just happy with football being her only relationship.

You Make Me Want To Sin by lonelymisfit

Words: 28k

Or the very bregruding college AU where Louis is a bad ass frat boy and Harry is a shy and conservative catholic boy who wants to know whether Louis can show him what else he can do on his knees besides pray.

so grab your passport and my hand by infinitelymint

Words: 32k

The one in which Louis plays football and Harry sings a lot, and somehow that means they're meant to be. They'll figure it out soon enough.

Galileo by 13ways

Words: 63k

Louis was captain of the state championship high school soccer team. Harry was that gorgeous, scarf-wearing, long-limbed British kid in his art class. They weren't supposed to be friends.

But somewhere along the line, Louis Tomlinson opened the locked mystery that was Harry Styles.

I hear you calling in the dead of night by Thelonelycoast

Words: 72k

No one really notices Marcel Styles. In fact, Marcel’s so invisible that if his teachers don’t call on him in lessons - and they rarely do - Marcel can go whole days without speaking to anyone other than his mum, his sister, Gemma, his cat, Dusty and the school librarian, Alma. And if he just so happens to have a tiny, miniscule crush on the footie captain, Louis Tomlinson, well, that’s no one’s business but his own. Until Louis notices him back...

This Offer Stands Forever by Tomlinsontoes

Words: 78k

Harry is who high school kids would define as a nerd, he loved going to class and studying, he was just good at school work and saw nothing wrong with liking it. He signs up to tutor students at the middle school down the road where he ends up helping Lottie Tomlinson, younger sister to the ever popular and gorgeous Louis Tomlinson who is also a senior and in a few classes of Harry's. Harry might have a crush on him and not so sure how to act around Louis but hopes he can get close to the other boy and learn everything about him.

i want you so much (but i hate your guts) by becauselarry

Words: 83k

AU in which Louis gets accepted to play for the Manchester University Alpha-Beta Football Team. The only problem: Louis is actually an Omega. He is determined to make it big in the football world, though, and he can't do that bound to an Omega team. With the help of a faked doctor's certificate and some pretty strong suppressants he is ready to fight for his dream.

That Harry Styles (Alpha, second year and youngest football captain of the A-B team in ages) doesn't seem to like him complicates matters, though.

Don't Stop Thinking About Tomorrow by 1Diamondinthesun 

Words: 84k

Harry spends most of his time in an empty house or a lonely darkroom, dreaming of leaving his small town for art school. He's invisible to most people. And then Louis Tomlinson sees him. Life will never be the same.

Or, the American high school AU loosely inspired by She's All That.

Bring Your Body Baby (I Could Bring You Fame)by theboyfriendstagram

Words: 84k

A self-indulgent AU that takes place over the summer of 2015. 18 year old Harry hates pining after people he can't have, and 23 year old footballer Louis loves flirting with people even though it never means anything.

For Reasons Wretched and Divine by indiaalphawhiskey

Words: 94k

Ten years ago, Harry Styles was just a nerdy kid with one friend and a debilitating crush on the captain of his school’s football team. He thought the stars were smiling down on him the day he and Louis Tomlinson were paired for their end-of-term Literature project. But because Harry’s life is decidedly not a fairytale, the budding friendship quickly leads to the least happy ending of all time.

Now, Harry Styles is a household name. Barely twenty-seven with two Grammy nominations to his name, the singer-songwriter is poised to take the music industry by storm with his highly anticipated third album. So, what happens when the best producer in the business is also the only person Harry’s vowed never to speak to again?

Learning to Breathe by youcomecrash

Words: 110k

He’s playing football at one of the top universities in England and he should love everything about his life right now, but instead he’s moving backwards. How does your past fit into your present? Louis is still figuring it out.

Now In A Minute by thealmightyavocado

Words: 150k

13 feels like yesterday for many people, but for Louis it actually was.

More than anything in the world, Louis Tomlinson dreams of growing up. Simply skipping over all of the awkward, embarrassing years of teenage existence and getting on with life. Real life.

So when thirteen-year-old Louis wakes up in the body of his thirty-year-old self, he expected everything in his adult life to be picture perfect. And maybe it is. He has it all…or so it seems.

Except his favorite person and lifelong best mate, Harry Styles, is totally missing from the equation and Louis doesn’t understand why. He has a lot of catching up to do and as adult life turns out to be more than what he bargained for, Louis can’t help wondering why a life that seemed so perfect, feels so empty.

Or the 13 going on 30 au that should have been done years ago.

Unbelievers by isthatyoularry

Words: 136k

It’s Louis’ senior year, and he’s dead set on doing it right. However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he’s also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. Mortal enemies “with benefits” was not exactly the plan.

Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything.

Pull Me Under by zarah5

Words: 140k

AU. As the first British footballer to come out at the prime of his career, it helps that Louis Tomlinson is in a long-term, committed relationship. Even if that relationship is fake. (Featuring Niall as Louis' favourite teammate, Liam as Louis' agent, and Zayn as Liam's boyfriend, who just happens to be good friends with one Harry Styles.)

You've got to see yourself from far and wide by Emm77

Words: 286k

No Summary

[lululawrence]

2017 Fics Written by lululawrence (1/2)

Master Fic Masterpost / Buy me a Coffee?

Easy, Breezy, Beautiful (5k)

“Louis, I can’t go to school like this! Help me!”

Louis looked his sister up and down and found that her uniform looked pretty par for the course and her golden brown hair actually looked nicer than usual. Unsure what the issue was, he just rubbed his eyes in an attempt to wake up the rest of the way.

“Okay, erm...so how exactly can I help you?” he slowly asked. Maybe if he tried to have her tell him what she expected of him he could figure out how to help her.

“I need something to cover this spot on my forehead! It’s massive!”

...or the one where Phoebe has a makeup emergency and, luckily for all of them but Louis especially, Harry is just the man to help.

Bloody Mary (1k)

The Mosquito Direction crack fic you never knew you needed.

I Don't Know What To Believe (6k) - Part Two of the Everything You Do Is Magic Series

“The fuck is that?” Louis asked. Harry took his eyes off the baby for the first time in who knows how long and didn’t say anything, just held the card out to Louis. Louis, however, seemed to be a bit spooked at a baby showing up in their kitchen with no warning and wasn’t moving any closer.

Harry waved the card in his outstretched hand, showing he was getting a bit frustrated with Louis’ lack of cooperation. “It’s a fucking baby, that’s what! Take the damn card and read it!”

Louis gave Harry his classic unimpressed face. “I know it’s a fucking baby, you twat. Whose baby?”

“Maura and Bobby’s, I’d imagine,” Harry mumbled quietly, letting his arm fall to his side.

Or the one where Harry and Louis find Niall has somehow become a baby and turned up on their kitchen table.

The Day Is Up And Calling (4k)

All Harry was trying to find was his flatmate, Ed, but if he finds Ed's new fit employee instead? Well...things could be worse.

bend me, shape me (4k) - Co-Written with @dimpled-halo and @a-writerwrites

“You forgot something, didn’t you, darling?” Louis didn’t bother to look at Harry, but his voice said everything Harry was sure he’d see in his eyes if he did. There was an undercurrent of teasing, but a sort of condescending agitation that Harry was, unfortunately, very familiar with.

Shit. He’d forgotten something.

“Were we supposed to go somewhere?”

Louis didn’t answer — he just ran his thumb over the head of his fully hard cock and groaned, the sound of it going straight to Harry’s groin. “Um. It’s not your birthday…” Harry was wracking his brain. “Our anniversary is May 10th. Um…”

“Our marriage anniversary is May 10th. Husband.” Louis was staring at him vehemently now. And, of course. Of course that was what it was. An anniversary.

****

Harry forgets an anniversary. Louis helps him remember.

I Found A Love (4k)

Louis adjusted his suspenders a bit and picked up the next book when someone cleared their throat behind him, making Louis jump. He spun quickly around, hand on his chest and just barely remembered to not drop Diana Gabaldon’s newest thousand page hardback that would definitely have done damage to Louis’ feet.

Standing in front of him was someone who looked like he had just walked out of a motorcycle commercial. He had his hair pulled up in a bun, was wearing what looked to be an expensive as fuck leather jacket over a ratty Rolling Stones t-shirt, and were those sparkly boots? Louis wasn’t quite sure how to take him, but he certainly had a presence. He was also likely confused about his location and was clearly about to ask where the DVD section was.

Or the one where Louis is a nerdy English major who may just run into his happily ever after while working his shift at the local library.

That's Not My Name (3k)

He froze for a second, because he hadn’t expected to be hit with such an intense gaze. Green eyes beneath a beanie and loads of curly hair made Louis miss a beat before coming back to himself.

“Uh, hi. Sorry. Can I take your order?”

The boy (man?) gave a shy smile and said, “Just a caramel macchiato, please. Grande.” Louis nodded as he scribbled onto the cup and punched it into the register.

As the boy held his phone to the machine to pay, Louis asked, “Name please?”

“Oh, uh, Marcus.”

Louis scribbled Marcus on the cup and handed it off, but not before giving the boy a smile and nodding over to where he’d be able to pick up his drink. Louis watched him a bit longer than he probably should have, then forced himself to move on.

Or the one where the cute boy coming into the coffee shop gives Louis a different name every time...for over a month.

Be A Daymaker (5k)

“If you guys purchase fifty items between now and Saturday’s live, then Louis here will do one of my live sales next week.”

At Lottie's announcement, Louis did a little dance of mock excitement and Harry gasped.

“Yeah, you’re all wondering why that would be so great, right?” Harry scoffed. Who would complain about this arrangement other than Louis? Harry knows from chatting with some of the other regulars that he wasn’t the only one of Lottie’s viewers with a crush on her brother. “Well, not only will he do a live, but he’ll do the live in an outfit of your choosing.”

Or, a completely self indulgent AU where Louis and Lottie are a consultant team for LuLaRoe and Harry is one of their most loyal customers.

Love Me Like You Do (4k)

“Yeah, but is working in a field completely unrelated to what I’m educated in and what I want to do really paying my dues? And Lou, I’m 28. I’m 28 working a job I don’t enjoy, still living with my best friend, minutes from my mom’s house.”

“You’re saying that living with me isn’t the best part of your life right now, fucker,” Louis complained, poking Harry in the ribs where he knew he was sensitive. Harry squeaked and moved his arm to protect his side before apologizing.

“I didn’t mean it like that, it’s just…” Harry sighed. “I feel like I’m just treading water and I have been for ages now. I’m glad I have a job that covers what I need it to, and I’m incredibly lucky to have you with me as well, but like…”

Louis waited, but the silence wasn’t filled.

Or the one where it's time for Harry's ten year reunion and Louis being his fake boyfriend for the night changes things more than they expected.

What Happens Next (5k)

“So anyway,” Louis said on a yawn, making Harry yawn as well. “What can I do for you?”

“Uhm. Well, I was wondering how a free vacation sounded to you.”

Harry knew he had Louis’ attention fully because his voice suddenly sounded much more alert.

“I’d say you’re trying to sell me something, because nothing in life is free. However, I am listening.”

Or a fic where Harry has to pick up the pieces and ends up on the couples cruise that should have been his honeymoon...with his best friend Louis.

Validation (4k)

“Hey, how are you?” Harry asked. He’d found that sometimes just a smile and a kind face was all that was needed to brighten someone’s day.

“Oh, uhm. I’m alright. Can you validate me?”

Harry chuckled inwardly, but decided to go ahead and take him literally.

Or the one where Harry worked in a parking garage and he totally didn’t mean for this, the whole validation of people as well as their parking tickets, to become a thing. It just kinda...did.

Cake, Phone, Harry (3k)

It was so innocent. Louis hadn’t been expecting it. “See you at home around 6!” Harry’s text read, and then at the very end he’d snuck one of those very graphics Louis had come to dislike so much.

A smiley emoji.

Or the one where Louis is probably the last holdout when it comes to using emojis, but that doesn't last forever.

Same White Shirt (10k)

“Oh my God. What are you holding?”

Harry was startled to hear an English voice coming from behind him that he didn’t know. He’d thought he knew all the English employees around here. When he turned around there was a man with the most stunning eyes and incredible cheekbones known to man in the doorway looking with absolute distaste at the suit Harry had just been thinking of so fondly.

“It’s my suit for the show,” Harry said firmly. This guy was obviously an assistant if the badge and plate of fruit he was holding were anything to go by, but as he began walking to where the table was in the room, Harry noticed he was walking with a slight limp. Oh shit.

Or the one where Harry's on the Late Late Show for a week and several misunderstandings with a certain mouthy assistant James recently hired make things that much more interesting.

Now That It's Over (8k)

“What are the odds we would both be at Mariano’s on a Thursday night?”

Louis’ shoulders tensed. What the hell was he doing here?

“Harry? Hi? The odds are pretty crazy, yeah.”

Harry smiled down at Louis the way he used to, but there was also a glint in his eye that Louis absolutely did not like. Harry was also dressed in his favorite black and white striped women’s jeans and a printed shirt only he would ever be able to pull off. It was quite rude of him to come and interrupt Louis, particularly while looking so good. Louis hadn’t seen him since he’d finished moving his shit out of what was once their shared flat, so this being the first time seeing him wasn’t exactly providence in Louis’ mind.

Or the one where Harry and Louis broke up two months ago, and Harry just might be sabotaging Louis' dates.

A Word We've Only Heard (7k)

So, where are you headed?” Liam asked, not wanting to sit in awkward silence for their journey.  It was twelve hours to Chicago, and that was far too long to sit and not chat with his fellow passenger in front of him.

“Chicago,” he answered, his blue eyes meeting Liam’s own.  “It’s home.  Been on the road for quite some time now, it’s the first time I’ll be able to sleep in my own bed in almost a month.”

Liam whistled.  “You must be pretty excited.”

The man gave a soft smile, which made him look younger than Liam initially expected; he might even still be in his twenties.  He wondered what kind of a life this man had led to look so tired until he smiled.

Or, it's 1951, Harry is the owner of a music shop, and Louis is a traveling salesman making his way back home.

No Chance At All (5k)

As an omega, Louis naturally had the ability to sense alphas, so it wasn’t like this was an unusual situation for him. The difference here was that this man smelled so strong and so ridiculously good. Louis had never been so attracted to someone’s scent before. Add the fact that this worker whose name tag read “Harry” looked like some kind of greek god with his long curly hair and dimples as he chatted up the older woman ordering currently, and Louis was already a goner.

Or the one where Louis just wants to drink good coffee and work on his homework in peace, but the alpha barista is charming to everyone but him, and that just pisses him off.

(Make You Want To) Scream (16k)

While Louis' left hand plays with his nipple, his right reaches down and wraps around his dick and that's when he really knows something is wrong.

The dick in his hand does not feel like his own.

Nothing Please Me More Than You (8k)

This guy came in every day and without fail said or did something that made Louis pause and puzzle over what it meant. His accent was American, but it had to be some regional dialect from nearby or something because everything sounded sharper when he spoke. A little more crisp. Like he’d worked with one of those dialect coaches that had been used when talking pictures first started being made.

Louis shook his head and tried to rid himself of lectures from the film history course he’d taken last semester. It obviously had no bearing on what was going on with hot dude in the corner. Still, Louis would love to pick his brain and figure out where he was from. How his hair always looked so perfect. If he liked to kiss boys.

Or...the one where Louis is a barista and Harry is the hot dude that comes in every day and does nothing except sit in the corner, writing in his notebook, all day long. But what Louis learns when he sneaks a peek inside the notebook changes everything.

Let Me Make It Better (4k)

Dan's house was large and spacious, but there were still only five bedrooms for a family of, what would soon be, nine. The division seemed quite simple, in Louis’ mind. Mom and Dan would obviously get the master suite, Lottie and Fizzy would share the largest room with Phoebe and Daisy getting the next largest, the newest twins would get the smaller room that was closest to the master suite, and Louis would take the smallest room right beside the bathroom since he didn’t have to share.

Lottie and Fizzy vehemently disagreed.

Or the one where Louis was seven years old when he moved in next door to Harry, but now that they're in their senior year of college, everything is starting to change.

My Cup of Tea (2k)

In which Harry is the trainer for Louis' new hire class, and his quirks might be exactly what Louis needs to pay attention.

[kingofcurses]

twist of fate chapter 4

whole fic here

chapter 1 and 3 are on @daisyherxndale ‘s page

"Lottie! Liam! I need both of you!" Mina burst in through the doors of the Institute, shouting, carrying Clary with one arm, Jace supporting her with the other, as he pushed the other door open. "Who is that? What happened, where have you guys been?!" shouted Diana with ferocity. "Doesn't matter, me and Jace think it's an unmarked Shadowhunter, I'll tell you about it later, just make sure she doesn't die!" Mina replied back. Diana hoisted Clary up with one arm, throwing her over her shoulder. "I'll get her to Hodge. Lottie, Liam, grab a stretcher." Lottie and Liam, who had been standing still, wide eyed, had ran off already, to help out. Mina sank to her knees, alongside Jace, who was already on the floor. "Jace. Send Maryse a fire-message. Update her. Tell her that we don't need any more help, and tell her not to worry. I'm going to the library. Tell someone to get me when Clary's awake." Mina said, wearily. As Mina walked to the library, she heard the scuffling of a pen writing. Curious, she looked to see who it was. The sound was coming from Hodge's room. She peeked around the door, and froze at the sound she heard. Was that, a flap of wings? She cleared her throat. "Hodge?" Hodge jumped, then quickly composed himself. "Yes? Ah, good, you're back." "We bought a girl back. You might want to help heal her. Ravener got to her, she's alive, but might not be for long." Mina said, out of breath. Hodge blanched, and ran straight to the infirmary. Mina leaned against the wall. Why was she so tired? Slowly, sluggishly, she made her way to the library, and sank down into a chair. She reached for a book, and passed out from exhaustion. "Mina! Mina! Wake up! Clary's awake!" Lottie's voice rang out."Huh?" Mina replied, drowsily. "W-what time is it?" "It's 5am, Mina." Alec's voice replied from the doorway. "Alec? Where were you and Izzy?" "Taki's. But that isn't the point. Why are you in the library? Also asleep?" "Research. I'm hoping Magnus can help me with something. And I must have nodded off, I guess." Magnus and the Carstairs family were close, because of his friendship with Tessa. "I'm coming with you. When you go see him." Alec said, almost defiantly, sure of himself. Mina smiled. "Suit yourself." "We'll go tomorrow. Or whenever that Clary girl is fine. I still don't understand why you brought her." "Because, as Shadowhunters, our duty is to protect. Besides, I got a tipoff that she might be one of us." "How? She's unmarked." "Exactly. Why would there be an unmarked one of us?" "If they were running away. If they planned not to be seen." "Nevertheless, we should Mark her. For her own safety." ~ "Where am I?" Clary groaned. Her mind felt like mush. She couldn't remember much of what had happened. Then, everything slowly came back to her. The cafe, meeting Mina and Jace and- Her mum! "Mum!" she shouted. A tall man, with glasses loomed over her. She shrank back, frightened. "Who are you? Where am I?" Clary asked, nervously. "This, child, is the Institute. And I am the tutor of the Shadowhunters who reside here. I am Hodge Starkweather." "Mr Starkweather-" "Call me Hodge. Everyone does, around here."< "Hodge, I want to know where my mother is. Jace and Mina said that I could find answers here; that they would help me." "Miss Clary, we'll discuss what we're going to do, after we have breakfast, and give you your first Mark. You won't be able to help your mum without it." Hodge slowly helped Clary get out of bed. "The clothes you're wearing were given by Charlotte and Izzy. They're excited to meet you." Gripping Hodge's arm tightly, Clary walked down the stairs of the Institute. Everyone stopped eating, to stare at her. "-Hi? I'm Clary." she said, nervous at the stares she was getting. "Sit next to Izzy and Jace." She automatically went to where Jace was sitting, and sat down in between him, and a girl who was one of the most beautiful people she had ever seen in her life. "How are you feeling Clary?" Jace asked, over the sound of everyone noisily eating their food. "A little better. Where's the other girl? Mina?" "She said she'd be down in a bit." At her words, Mina came down, from the library. She sat down opposite Clary, and started grabbing food. "God, Shadowhunters have no table manners." Clary muttered under her breath. "Clary. We need to Mark you. For your own safety." Mina said. At her words, everyone started shouting.

"It's a bad idea!" "What if we have to kill her?" "Are you sure she's not a mundane?" "Everyone, shut up!" Mina shouted.

"Mina-" "Yes Jace?" "You know how it was weird that Clary didn't immediately die to the venom? And you thought it was because she was a Shadowhunter?" "Yeah...? What's your point here?" "Well, I may have kept rewriting an iratze on her arm." "Are you out of your mind, Jace?” Hodge slammed his hand down on top of the table so hard that Clary thought the wood might crack, as everyone around the table winced. “You know what the Law says about placing Marks on mundanes! You—you of all people ought to know better!” "But it worked," Jace said. "And if I hadn't drawn iratzes on her, she would have been dead, Hodge." "You shouldn't have done that Jace," said a beautiful girl with curly black hair and sea blue eyes, she had a strong British accent like Mina. Mina's sister, Clary thought. "You could have turned her into Forsaken, and then what? The Clave would have found out, and I don't even want to know what the consequence would have been, and what the Clave would do to you, just because of some random mundane." "But, Lottie, she is not a-" Jace started but was cut off by the boy who sat next to Lottie. "But she is Jace, how is she not? She barely has knowledge of the Shadow World. She didn't even have any Marks, at all." The boy finished as he ran his hands thought his black curls. This must have been Liam, Clary thought. Jace opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again. Mina pursed her lips and sighed. She couldn't be mad at Jace. Without warning, she grabbed Clary's arm. Sure enough, there was a faded Mark. "Well. I guess that settles it. Clary, I guess you're a Shadowhunter now. You'll have to pick out a weapon, and get more marks, and learn runes. Welcome to the family. Oh, and you're coming with us tomorrow to Magnus' house. Me, Jace and Alec. I'll show you to your room." Wordlessly, Clary and Mina got up, and went up the stairs. After they had left the raucous noise in the room behind, Clary asked. "Is it hard, being a Shadowhunter?" "I've known it all my life. So no. To me, it isn't. But there is always a chance I could die. Or one of us can't come back." "Oh. Okay." "Any other questions?" "Are you from here? Do you live here at the Institute? You don't sound at all like you're from New York." Clary questioned curiously. "That's because I am not from New York," Mina chuckled. "I am from Devon, in England and no I don't live here in the Institute, I live with my siblings and my parents. I am mostly staying here because of Diana, my parabatai." Clary nodded, "Do you have any other siblings other then Lottie and Liam?" "I do, yes. A sister. Her name is Emma." "Oh, that's nice." Clary smiled as they reached Clary's room, coming inside and sitting on the bed. "Do we know where my mum is? At all?" "No. Not yet. But maybe Magnus might. You live under his jurisdiction, warlock-wise. As a result, he might know what happened. But I promise we'll find her." Mina squeezed Clary's hand reassuringly. "Alec, Isabelle, Lottie and Liam don't like me being here." Clary remarked. "Oh don't mind them! They are not really fond of mundanes. But they'll warm up eventually. They're so kind and protective to people they do know." "I heard Jace mentioning that you were badly injured a few days ago. What happened? If you don't mind me asking?" Clary questioned. Mina sighed, "Diana, Alec, Isabelle, Jace and I were on the mission. In the Seelie Court - that's one of the Faerie Courts - I got somehow separated from Diana, Jace, Alec and Isabelle, and I got injured by one faerie really badly. And me being injured really rarely happens, so everyone was really worried. Worried enough to call my parents to come to the Institute." "Oh," Clary nodded wide eyed. "But, I am fine now, I recovered already," Mina explained as she stood up. "Sorry, do you mind if I leave? I am going to eat something, I am really hungry. Jace might be upstairs in a bit, if you need someone to talk to." "Oh! No, no don't worry, I'm sorry for keeping you." Clary nodded. "Oh, Clary, before I forget, I want you to take this." Mina pulled out a dagger from her belt. "Oh. Okay. Thanks." Clary said, holding the dagger by the tip. "I'll see you later, get some rest. Wake up early tomorrow, you'll get a crash course in weapons training, from all of us."

[rannadylin]

Self-promo challenge

OK time for the first lines thing, thank you @grumpy-jedi​ for the tag!

Rules: Post the first line of your last 10 published fics, then tag 10 people. I think a lot of you I’d list here have already been tagged? So I’m gonna do a free tag here, if you haven’t been tagged yet and want to do the challenge, consider yourself tagged! (please do, I want to see it!)

The last ten things I’ve published are most definitely all Pillars fic.

1. Everything was hazy, and not just from the sea spray. (Not Forgotten)

2. Seeing her again is like walking a narrow bridge, swaying over a chasm in the wind.  (Chasm)

3. “What do you think you’re going to do, elf? Knife me?” (Knife’s Edge)

4. They were old friends long before she understood how to put them together in new combinations, how to decipher their secrets on her own, the letters on the pages. (Friends and Monsters)

5. For Soul and Shield I present the first line of the whole fic:

‘Tis too quiet, Iselmyr complained.

And that of the most recently posted chapter:

Tests confirmed Lottie’s suspicions.

6. My dear Eidis,

I hope this letter finds you well, and Caed Nua flourishing, as I am sure, under your care, it is. (Wurm Mail)

7. She has said last rites for many a soul, in the years since she returned to Berath’s temple as the fires of the Inquisition cooled to ash. (The Key Thou Shalt Turn)

8. The house was beginning to feel nice and full, with the birth of the Itzlis’ fifth child, but it certainly didn’t take long for the nursery to clear out after the older children met her. (Sister)

9. Something had changed since Defiance Bay burned.  (Confidence)

10. Caed Nua. Edér couldn’t hold back a grin as he passed through the outer curtain wall into the grounds of the keep and heard the sounds of life all around. (Clan and Court)

(oh my goodness, ten most recent fics includes Clan and Court? I really should get some more things written, that was started back in 2017…also I’m oddly surprised to find it’s been almost a year since I wrote Sister! I really do need to get back to work on Soul & Shield and finish it this summer, if all the summer travel that’s planned allows...)

[coeuroses-blog]

            a  JENNIE  KIM  lookalike  was  strolling  down  broadway  street  in  their  sonia  rykiel  floral  print  espadrille  wedge  sandals.  rosalie  ‘rosie’  lim  just  had  a  birthday  bash  for  her  twenty-first  birthday.  she  has  been  living  in  new  york  city  for  her  whole  life.  i  hear  she  tends  to  be  audacious  at  parties,  but  also  kind  of  beguiling.  (  cisfemale  &  she/her  )

            hi  ,  everyone  !  my  name  is  evie  and  i  am  already  in  love  with  this  rp  .  i'm  twenty  one  years  old ,  i  live  in  eastern  standard  time  near  the  beach  ,   and  this  is  my  first  tumblr  rp  (  i’ve  missed  group  writing  )  in  a  while  so  please  bear  with  me  .  rosie  is  an  oc  that  i've  been  wanting  to  write  for  ages  so  i  can't  wait  to  love  y'all  .  also  ??   discord  is  super  new  to  me  but  i  made  one  just  in  case  :  jennie looks like squirtle#6295 . 

♡   .   ❩  THE  BASICS  !

birth  name  .  ga-yeong lim . 

ATTENTION  :  was  adopted  when  she  was  two  years  old  by  an  american  couple  .  her  birth  mother’s  only  request  was  to  give  rosalie  a  similar  name  if  they  were  going  to  change  it  from  ga-yeong  ,  which  means  beautiful  flower  .  not  only  did  they  honor  her  mother’s  request  but  they  never  changed  her  last  name  so  she  could  always  honor  her  roots  and  heritage .

full  name  .  rosalie  ga-yeong  lim   . 

nicknames  .  rosie  ,  rose  ,  petal  ,  bambi  .

age  .  twenty  -  one  years  old  . 

birthdate  .  october  16th  .

(  coincidentally  ,  the  same  day  that  the  first  color  photograph  appeared  on  the  front  page  of  the  new  york  times  .  the  only  other  bit  of  excitement  in  the  world  ,  aside  from  rosie’s  birth  ,  her  mother  claims  ) 

gender  /  pronouns .  cisfemale  &  she/her  .

nationality  .  american  .

ethnicity  .  korean  .

muse inspirations  .  carrie  bradshaw  ,  tahani  al  -  jamil  ,  london  tipton  ,  lottie  labouff  ,  cher  horowitz  ,  and  elle  woods  . 

vibe  .  spoiled  sweet  .  the  taste  of  sugar  on  your  teeth  after  you  have  a caramel  apple  .  well  -  meaning  ,  a  heart  of  gold  hidden  behind  gold  earrings  ,  diamond  necklaces  .  she  possesses  an  overwhelming  sparkle  ,  a   savagely  kind  glitter  . 

languages learned . thanks to  an  amazing  tutor  and  her  own  natural  abilities  as  a  polygot  ,  rosie  can  speak  english  ,  mandarin  ,  korean  ,  spanish  ,  &   french  . she  is  learning  japanese  and  portugese  in  her  classes  now  . 

occupation  .

former  childhood  starlet  .  got  her  big  break  on  a  days  of  our  lives  -  esque  television  show  .  she  played  the  main  character’s  cute  -  as  -  a  -  button  daughter  from  the  time  she  was  four  and  on  .  luckily  ,  the  show  (  hawkin  place  )  was  actually  quality  and  received  numerous  awards  .  rosalie  received  her  first  award  at  the  age  of  six  and  her  adorable  acceptance  speech  is  still  floating  around  .  

current  socialite  .  after  hawkin  place  ended  after  fourteen  seasons  ,  rosalie  was  at  loss  as  to  what  to  do  .  should  she  try  and  make  it  in  hollywood  ?  her  mother  thinks  so  .  and  rosie  knows  she  can  do  it  but  she  hasn’t  quite  gathered  the  courage  to  leave  the nest  and  the  protection  of  her  home  .  so  she  is  taking  college  classes  and  wasting  her  time  .  

♡   .   ❩  THE  PHYSICAL  !

faceclaim  .  jennie  kim  of  blackpink  . 

height  .  five  feet  ,  two  and  a  half  inches  .  

fun fact  :  when  she  went  to  get  her  driver’s  license ,  she  begged  them  to  add  the  half  inch  to  her  height  .  they  didn’t  .  so  officially  ,  in  the  eyes  of  the  government  ,  she’s  five  two  .  and  that’s  what  it  says  in  her  google  results  too  .

build  .  slim  &  small  but  curvy  in  the  hip  and  chest  area .  has  the  hardest  time  finding  pants  unless  she  gets  them  especially  from  the  petite  section  .   hates  her  height  because  she’s  always  wanted  to  be  taller  .  wears  heels  to  overcompensate  . 

distinguishing  features  .  her  eyes  .  they’re  what  made  her  famous  when  she  was  younger  and  they’re  what  she  plays  up  now  .  she  has  an  incredibly  pert  nose  that  she  spent  forever  learning  how  to  wiggle  like  samantha  stephens  .  

style  .  she  dresses  like  the  best  part  of  the  nineties  .  she  has  a  soft  spot  for  crushed  velvet  and  silk  ,  since  she  is  especially  sensitive  to  the  texture  of  her  clothes  and  how  they  feel  on  her  skin  .  she  loves  to  emphasize  her  curves  so  while  her  clothes  flow  ,  they  also  cling  to  her  in  the  best  way  .  usually  in  heels  so  that  they  (  and  her  personality  )  can  make  her  seem  taller  than  she  is  .

♡   .   ❩  THE  PERSONALITY  !

negative . absolutely  desperate  to  fit  in  and  be  accepted  .  has  the  bad  habit  of  not  being  a  leader  and  laying  down  and  taking  whatever  is  given  to  her  .  she’s  flighty  and  indecisive  ,  she  finds  it  easier  to  let  other  people  decide  for  her  instead  of  worrying  .  gives  off  the  same  vibe  as   a   swooning  maiden  .   attention  -  hungry  .  it’s  because  she  was  famous  for  so  long  and  just  knew  that  the  whole  world  revolved  around  her  .   super  naive  .  she  believes  in  the  good  of  people  but  she’s  also  insanely  sheltered  .  impulsive  as  hell  .  will  do  anything  if  it  will  gain  her  a  good  reputation  .  she  also  has  the  habit  of  not  thinking  before  she  speaks  and  then  immediately  regretting  opening  her  mouth  .   vain  .  she  loves  how  she  looks  and  is  mostly  unashamed  of  that  fact  .  really  bad  about  forgiving  people  .  she  can  be  petty  as  hell  and  gets  hot  over  the  littlest  transgression  .  also  ,  super  desperate  for  love  . 

positive .  insanely  optimistic  and  kind  .  she  is  too nice  for  her  own  good  and  tends  to  get  taken  advantage  of  because  of  that  .  however  ,  she  is  super  genuine  and  that  has  always  helped  people  like  her  ,  since  she’s  ....  well  ,  not  as  shallow  as  a  kiddy  pool  but   close  .  diplomatic  to   a  fault  .  absolutely  hates  conflict  .  such  a  romantic  .  she  loves  romance  and  also  sex  .  pleasure  is  pleasure  in  her  eyes  and  she   prefers  to  be  on  the  receiving  end  but  doesn’t  mind  giving  as  well  .

♡   .   ❩  THE  TL;DR  !

so  this  is  gonna  be  a  short  biography  until  this  weekend  when  i’ll  have  the  time  to  type  up  something  longer  .  anyways  ,  rosie  was  born  in  america  since  her  birth  mother  moved  to  america  with  rosie’s  american  -  born  korean  father  who  had  been  visiting  some  relatives  when  he  met  and  knocked  her  up  .  rosie’s  father  promised  to  take  care  of  them  so  he  brought  her  home  to  his  parents’ house  and  he  was  freaking  out  and  he  promised  to  take  care  of  her  .  they  were  in  love  tbh  and  he  thought  that  the  best  way  to  support  his  newborn  daughter  would  be  to  enlist  in  the  military  .  but  unfortunately  ,  he  died  while  in  afghanistan  .  rosie’s  mother  was  at  a  loss  since  they  hadn’t  married  yet  and  she  spiraled  ,  trying  to  find  someone  to  take  care  of  her  and  rosie  . 

she  found  someone  .  but  he  was  not  a  nice  man  . he  got  her  addicted  to  drugs  and  after  a  while  ,  child  protective  services  came  and  took  rosie  away  before  sending  her  mother  back  to  korea  .  as  a  result  ,  rosie  was   adopted  by  an  insanely  wealthy  and  intelligent  couple  who  had  previously  been  unable  to  have  children  .  rosie  was  spoiled  rotten  and  she  was  spotted  by  a  talent  scout  at  a  park  one  day  .  and  they  allowed  her  to  be  in  hawkins  place   and   the  rest  is  history  . 

anyways  ,  famous  childhood  and  all  that  jazz  .  she  has  an  impeccable  reputation  with  the  tabloids  (  since  her  parents  covered  up  the  few  scandals  that  she  was  involved  in  )  and  now  she  has  this  beautiful  apartment  and  this  giant  hole  in  her  life  where  the  show  used  to  be  .  now  ,  she  travels  ,  writes  ,  paints  ...  does  everything  that  she  can  to  see  if  she  can  make  herself  feel  fulfilled  without  taking  the  leap  of  faith  that  rebranding  her  film  /  tv  career  will  take  . 

[comeondowntosouthparkrpg-blog]

Jimmy Valmer

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  in character info

Full name: James “Jimmy” Valmer

Birthday: May 14th.

Sexuality, gender, pronouns: unfortunately heterosexual/ male / he/him

Age and grade: 18/12th

Appearance: If Jimmy could stand up straight, he’d be a solid 5’10. However, the forearm crutch-bound life he leads loses out on a few inches of that through slouching. That doesn’t stop him whatsoever, though! He’s got medium-dark brown hair that resembles his father’s, and green eyes that don’t quite meet eye to eye, but he’s certainly paying attention regardless. They sit behind the frame of some wide rimmed glasses. Free of his childhood braces, he’s got a nice, bright smile which he offers to nearly anyone and everyone.

For what muscle he lacks in his legs, he makes up in his arms- Years upon years of carrying himself around have dealt out some sizable biceps (and he’s darn proud of them, not to gloat). Through years of practice and hard work, he’s able to walk without his crutches for short distances- which he’s really only done in the house up until this point in time, and certainly not with anyone watching, for the sake of his pride if he ended up falling.

Personality: This is one optimistic dude! Jimmy’s often one to have a smile on his face for no apparent reason, and though comedy isn’t the sole focus of his interests anymore, sometimes he’s still struck with a joke or two that send him laughing aloud to himself. All in all, Jimmy’s fun, and really easy to get along with- especially if you’re nice. If not, he’s a little more critical in an approach, but with good reasoning, he’ll overlook a bad attitude. It’s difficult to make him angry- but not so difficult to get a sassy retort.

Jimmy is quick to offer help to those close to him, moreso in the form of emotional support than physical support. He can’t drive you anywhere in a hurry, he can’t carry your stuff, he CAN be a listening ear or a shoulder to cry on. In a pinch, he could beat someone up for you, too. Or at least, attempt to. A metal crutch to the side of the head would be difficult to fight back against.

  History: Jimmy’s parents are very supportive of him in practice- optimistic to his face and pushing him to live life to the fullest. However, they’re very frustrated beneath the surface that he tends to see. As mentioned in the show itself- the Valmer’s believe that God sent them a handicapped child to punish them for bullying handicapped kids in high school. Jimmy’s wholly unaware of their thinking this.

Years of physical therapy, speech therapy- any kind of therapy one could imagine- he’s done it all. He’s pretty blunt about his health, not incredibly secretive about what he spends his time doing, especially not with his friends. There’s a few bits and pieces he keeps to himself- not out of shame or fear, just out of… not being ready to share. Sometimes he just wants to work on a problem himself.

All of this aside, he’s also kind of… foul mouthed. If there’s a dirty joke to make, he’s going to with little to no filter.

Sample paragraph:

Head bobbing along to some unheard song, Jimmy entered the main office as he did each and every day. He’d briefly wave a hand at the secretary, then move to his spot behind a desk, forgoing his crutches to take a seat and scoop up the daily announcements, tapping them along the wooden surface to straighten them neatly. Gathering what information he needed from each page, his nails fiddled along the desktop, making a repeated tap-tap-tap noise until his partner in crime finally came to join him at the desk.

“Hey,” Enter Nichole Daniels, smile on her face as she slung her backpack on the back of her chair. “You ready to go?”

Enthusiastic as ever, Jimmy gave a resounding nod, clearing his throat as Nichole picked up the PA phone, bringing it to her ear: “May I please have your attention for the afternoon announcements.”

From there, she handed the phone to the boy at her side, and much to his everyday excitement, he managed to remember each and every word.

“Today’s after school events include art club, year– yearbook committee, chess club and Spanish club.” So far so good. “The women’s vol– volleyball tournament starting this Wednesday at 5, and we’d love to see you all show your school pride! Go Cows!”

The girl beside him began to speak as he handed over the phone, but in staring down at his own papers, her words fell on deaf ears. Intense, laser-focus was broken as she finished– “…in the auditorium. Tickets will be available for sale in the cafeteria during lunch periods.”

The receiver came back into his grip, and he closed up the announcements for the day. “Th– Thank you for your attention, that concludes the after– afternoon announcements.”

…Nichole was already tugging her backpack back onto her shoulders, and waving goodbye at the door before he’d even managed to get his crutches back onto his arms. Overall, his performance could have been better. But there was always tomorrow. He’d just try again. …And again, and again.

  Headcanons:

Jimmy has had….. An absurd number of girlfriends. Some of them go completely unseen by his friend group, making it seem like he’s making the whole relationship up. Most are short-lived flings, which he takes in stride. It’s not so much that he treats them poorly or anything, he just tends to fall into relationships with people who aren’t looking for relationships. Or people who aren’t interested in dealing with any kind of baggage.

He’s incredibly good friends with Timmy- Finding it easy to come up with what the other is trying to say with little difficulty. He spends a lot of his time hanging out with him.

Nathan, conversely, is on his shitlist.

Jimmy has a high interest in newscasting. He likes to be the center of attention, and he practices his monologues for the school news very diligently. He’s also a common person to hear on the school announcements at the end of the day.

Related to that- he tries. He tries really hard, and while his stutter has improved since childhood, it hasn’t gone away, and it never will. It’s internally discouraging, but he needs to remind himself that if he works as hard as he can, that won’t matter.

He likes to party as teens do, but as an unfortunately sober attendee. At one point last year he learned the hard way that alcohol and his medication do NOT get along

Sketch comedy, and monologues. Less “What’s the deal with airline food?” more substance.

Anything else: lindo wants me to use matt watson as my fc so that is what i am Doing

[hazzabeeforlou]

WIP snippet: H’s sweet 16

“I swear, this thing is a heart attack on a plate,” Gemma muttered, flinging the finishing touches of chopped chocolate onto the Bavarian Torte.

 By some miracle Gemma had agreed to come home for his birthday, and Harry would take her, sardonic comments and all. He smiled as he reached for the napkins.

“You do not have to partake, Gemma,” Anne huffed, raising one eyebrow

 “More for me,” Robin teased from over at the table, where he’d been attaching blue balloons to the backs of the dining room chairs.

  “If fact,” Anne said, turning to Harry, “Even without your sister’s help, the cake might disappear fast tonight. Louis has a large family.” Anne said it with a taunting twinkle in her eye.

 “I don’t mind.” Harry hid a sheepish smile behind the package of paper plates he’d  started unpacking.

As he and Louis were attached at the hip most days, no one had batted an eye when Harry asked if they could have the Tomlinson’s over to celebrate. Their parents got along splendidly and the girls absolutely worshiped Gemma, so it seemed only logical.

 The doorbell rang, and Harry raced to answer it, his socked feet skidding between the rugs.

 “THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!”

  As he swung the door open Louis blew a loud party kazoo right in his face, the shiny, curly end of it thwaking Harry’s nose.

 “Happy sweet sixteen, Harold!” Louis yelled, springing on him in a giant bear hug, his whole being luminous with excitement.

  “Thanks, Lou.” Harry smiled so big his dimples felt like trenches in his skin.

 “And look who I brought to celebrate! Thing one, thing two, thing three, AND thing four!” Louis ushered his sisters into the house, Lottie and Fizzy shooting him exasperated looks as they passed Harry.

 “Hello dear, happy birthday,” Jay said warmly, embracing Harry as her and Mark slipped their shoes off and put them by the door next to the girls’.

 As Louis made to follow Harry into the dining room, Jay caught his arm.

“Louis, your shoes,” she reminded, pointing to his sneakers.

 “Mom,” Louis moaned, returning grudgingly. Though it was the dead of winter he’d forgotten socks. Again.

 “S’okay Lou, I promise I won’t smell your feet,” Harry said helpfully, grinning at Jay as Louis mock fumed.

 “You’re both the worst, see if I come to any more birthdays, just see,” Louis mumbled, toeing off his shoes and walking gingerly towards the kitchen in his bare feet.

“This is from Mark and I, Harry. We hope you like it.”

Harry took the bag from them, nodding his thanks. “I’m sure I will, Mrs. Tomlinson.”

They gathered around the table for food and festivities. Gemma had prepared popcorn, chips and salsa, and a stellar platter of cheese and crackers to complement Anne’s taco dinner. Everyone soon became engrossed in board games, save the twins, who wandered in and out of the dining room, easily bored. They tried playing Pit first, but Fizzy found it difficult to reach the spoons, so they switched to Uno, and later to monopoly. 

Time flew by. Harry laughed until his stomach hurt when Jay snatched Park Place, thwarting Louis’ elaborate and well-voiced plans of real-estate domination. Louis proceeded to dramatically pout like the world had ended. Harry giggled secretly behind his hand when Louis’ pawn landed in jail for the hundredth time and instead of hollering complaints he stuck one of the discarded Pit spoons on his nose, balancing it there until the twins started squealing with glee and trying to jostle if off.

Sometime after dark Jay and Anne disappeared into the kitchen. Gemma stood and flipped off the lights, and soon only the incoming glow of candles illuminated the streamers twisting down from the dining room chandelier.

“Happy birthday to you…”

 Robin started off the singing as Anne rounded the corner carrying Harry’s cake, bedecked with sixteen striped candles. Harry had difficulty picking out individual voices due to the twins’ yowling, but Louis’ voice cut through. It floated to his ears silkily, like melted caramel, yet sharply distinct. It had a tone like the clear peal of a bell amidst a storm. He latched onto it and locked eyes with Louis, who smiled back as his cheekbones caught the candlelight.

 Harry should have been looking at the cake before him, not at his best friend. But he didn’t much care.

 “Make a wish, Harry!” Daisy called out as the chorus ended.

 “Okay.” Harry cracked his knuckles and closed his eyes, feeling the heat of the flickering wicks against his face. A wish came to him, half formed and inarticulate: he wanted this always. He wanted these people, these families, and Louis around him always. He wished that Louis would always be his best friend.

 The ache swelled against his ribcage.

 Quickly, he opened his eyes and blew out the candles, banishing the discomfort from his mind. Everyone clapped and cheered, but Harry looked only at Louis, meeting his eyes as Gemma flipped the lights back on, seeing in them blue, pupil-huge mirrors of his own.  

 Anne sliced the torte and gave Harry and Louis the biggest pieces, much to Robin’s protest. Everyone enthusiastically complemented Anne’s signature back, the twins liking it so much they fought over who had the biggest chunk of cream-cheese-and-chocolate-flake icing.

 Harry ate his cake slowly, savoring it. Louis had no experience with the word ‘savor.’ He devoured his quickly, enjoying it far too much, seeming to slip into a personal ecstasy. Harry watched as he forked bites to his pink lips and closed them over the creamy icing, the flakes of chocolate melting into the edges of his mouth, lining it like makeup. His jaw worked slowly, smoothly, making angles Harry imagined were sharp to the touch. When he’d finished, Louis ran his fingers over the remnants of icing on his plate, popping them in his mouth and pulling them back out clean and damp and slightly red.

 “Hairball, earth to hairball,” Gemma waved a hand in front of his face.

“W-what?” Harry stuttered, blinking at Gemma dazedly.

 “I said, want me to get the presents now?” 

“Oh. Oh sure,” Harry smiled at her, hoping Gemma couldn’t see how his cheeks had warmed.

His presents were small, nothing extravagant. Harry opened his parents’ first, a small package wrapped with shooting star paper. They’d gotten him a soft-knit shirt adorned with a penguin. Harry loved it.

Next he opened Gemma’s, an encyclopedia of C.S. Lewis quotes she’d found at the second-hand store on campus. The girls had also gotten Harry a gift. He unwrapped a shiny new board game to their excited shrieks.

 Harry opened Mr. and Mrs. Tomlinson’s next, a gift card to Barnes and Noble. He thanked them enthusiastically, realizing, with a clenching gut, that only Louis’ gift remained.

He opened the card first, smiling at the goofy picture of two dogs gobbling birthday cake. He read Louis’ small handwriting to himself.

Happy sweet sixteen to my very best friend!!!! Hope you had a wonderful day, Harold. You deserve it. My gift’s pretty lame, but I hope you like it. Open the bag but don’t open the thing on the bottom until we’re alone. The girls would tease me forever. –Lou

Harry bit his lip. He set the card down quickly and fished into the bag, pulling out a Packer’s jersey.

“No way,” he said, his mouth hanging open in shock. Harry had always wanted a Favre jersey, a no. 4, but they were too expensive back when Favre was quarterback.

 “Where on earth did you find this?” Harry asked, clutching the shirt to his chest.

“Oh, I got lucky at a thrift store,” Louis smiled brightly.

 “I should say so, let me see that,” Robin motioned for the jersey and Harry obliged. It got passed around the table to much fuss, Jay even asking when on earth Louis had the time to poke around in thrift stores.

Harry met Louis’ eyes as the shirt came back to him and nodded just slightly at the bag. Louis blinked twice.

 “Mommy can we play the new game?” Daisy asked, fidgeting around in her seat.

 “Maybe you kids can just play, honey, I think the adults are going to sit in comfy chairs in the living room,” Anne replied for Jay, getting up and clearing the dessert plates.

 Gemma broke away with the parents, though instead of joining in whatever adult conversation they started, she curled up in the armchair on her phone. Lottie and Fizzy were un-boxing the new game with Harry’s blessing, trying to explain the rules to the twins. Harry listened half-heartedly, curiosity gnawing away at his stomach. Louis caught his drift.

“Harry, think I could borrow some socks?”

Harry frowned at him. “Sure, Lou. Go ahead.”

 “Where are they, exactly?”

 “In my room,” Harry blinked at him. “Oh.” He stood up so abruptly his chair nearly toppled over. “I’ll get them for you, come on.”

 Louis smirked triumphantly, stealthily tucking the bag behind his back as they hurried from the dining room and up the stairs.

They tumbled into his bedroom and plopped down on the rug.

“Go ahead,” Louis said, eagerly presenting his gift yet again.

Harry felt around inside until he grasped a hunk of thick paper. He pulled it out and stared at the little booklet of construction paper, the spine held together with staples, the cover a pasted picture of Luke Skywalker and Han Solo. In thick, markered letters across the top it read, “Best Friends Book.”

Harry dimpled terribly and side-eyed Louis in wonder. “Did you make me a book?”

Louis fiddled with his hands, nervously chewing his lip. “Maybe. Open it.”

Harry did. Inside were pages and pages of inside jokes and quotes, clipped magazine pictures movies they’d watched, and attempted illustrations of all the various activities they’d done together. It looked adorable overall, and spectacular in detail, every page inked over with Louis’ writing, which he’d been neater about than normal. Harry flipped through it, his grin growing with each new page.

 When he got three quarters of the way, he found blank pages. Louis coughed delicately into his hand.

“Er, that’s for, you know. More.”

Harry swallowed down whatever had lodged in his throat. He folded the book closed and pressed it to his chest.

“I love it, Lou. It’s the best present ever.”

“It’s so girly, isn’t it,” Louis muttered, a smile playing about his lips though he continued to stare at the carpet and fiddle his hands.

“I think it’s awesome,” Harry stated, scooting closer to Louis and throwing his arms around him, drawing him into a hug.

Harry tipped them slightly off balance with his gangly limbs, though, and instead they toppled over, their arms twined together messily.

“Oops,” Harry said apologetically.

“Hi.” Louis had landed on top, pinning Harry to the floor. “I’ve heard you’re ticklish. Some people outgrow such things, though, so we need to test you again, this being your birthday and all.”

Harry had only a moment to squawk out a protest and try to cover his belly before Louis attacked him, his lithe fingers hitting just the right places, making Harry squirm and yelp and twist and laugh under Louis until his sides hurt and his eyes were streaming.

 “Uncle unlce uncle!!” Harry screamed, trying desperately to get his legs up to Louis’ torso so he could push him away, but Louis knew that trick too well.

“What’s that you said? Buckle? Chuckle?”

Louis was merciless. Harry thought he might wet himself.

“Uncle!” Harry cried, his fingers trying to reciprocate the tickling, but to no effect.

“I think I’ve gone suddenly deaf, must be all the yelling in here,” Louis giggled, bearing down hard right above Harry’s tender hips.

“Louuuuuuu I’m gonna pee my pants stooooooop,” Harry moaned, his muscles jerking in twenty different directions.

The tickling ceased. Louis didn’t move, though, just hovered above him, his face flushed and close enough Harry could smell his cake-sweet breath.

“Alright, birthday boy, I’ll relent just this once. But only because it’s your birthday.”

Harry tried to recover some ounce of his stability, panting. “That’s noble, Lou. Gold star for you.”

“Eh, I try. I have a reputation to maintain and all.”

“I know.” Harry smiled up at him, his eyes maybe falling for too long on Louis’ thick eyelashes as they batted like sleepy caterpillars each time he blinked.

“Harry,” Louis started.

“Ya?”

 Louis looked down at him a moment, a strange light coming to his eyes.

Nevermind.” Louis pushed up from him and stood. “We’d better get back down, make sure the girls haven’t caused any disasters.”

Harry wanted to press, wanted to ask further, but Louis had already launched into the hallway, his smelly, bare feet trumping down the stairs.

Before he followed, Harry tucked the book under his pillow securely, replacing Azzy on top with the admonition, “Make sure you guard it, okay?”

The stuffed animal made no answer, but Harry smiled anyways. He grabbed a pair of sock on his way out.

[turquoisemagpie]

WKM: 20 Years Later.

4) 

“Woah!” Abe yelled in shock and pulled the knife out of the doorway, “Jeez! I simple ‘don’t come in’ would have been nicer!” “What the hell are you doing here, you dick?!” growled a brawny and rather terrifying looking man in a chef’s hat. He glanced at Lottie before telling Abe “You’re lucky there’s a lady present, or I would slice your ugly face off!” “You nearly sliced her face off, moron!” Benjamin shrieked. He walked over to Lottie to check on her. “Are you alright, miss?”  Lottie could barely hear anyone through her maddeningly quick heartbeat. She turned to face the wall and buried her face in her hands. Covering her eyes, she couldn’t see anything around her, and through the gap between her hands she took long deep breaths. She timed her breathing to her heartbeat; eventually her breaths got longer as her heartbeat finally slowed down. She calmed down after the tense and petrifying event, but as soon as she felt a hand on her shoulder she quickly spun back around, shrugging off Benjamin’s hand. He flinched away and backed off, realising she didn’t want to be bothered.  “I’m sorry, miss.” the chef said rather unsympathetically, “I’m usually not the best, this time of day.” He reached out and snatched his knife out of Abe’s hand. “That’s no excuse!” Abe objected, “You’ve probably traumatised her now!” “I’m fine!” Lottie snapped, just to stop Abe from raising his voice, “I’m fine. Let’s just get this over with.” She took out her notebook and started flipping through to a clean page as she spoke. “My name is Lottie. And, long story short, my parents disappeared on the night of the Markiplier’s mur-” She glanced up to see everyone, even the chef now, staring at her with terrified looks. “The Markiplier killing. They were Celine, Mr. Markiplier’s wife, and William, AKA: The Colonel. I’m on my own personal investigation to find out where they are and what happened to them. And yes, I’m aware they may be dead. I’m aware I may never see them with my own eyes. But, since I feel personally cheated in some way, having lived my whole life without their guidance, I feel like I deserve some answers. Everyone is confused about what really happened that night, even all of those who were there. But I think it’s best if, one by one, you finally take the weight off your chests, and tell your sides of the story.”  The three men shared a look with each other. Lottie glanced around at them, waiting seriously for someone to respond.  “I’ve already told you my story.” Abe pointed out. “I… would rather discuss my experiences in private.” Benjamin admitted anxiously. Lottie turned to the chef. “We’ll start with you then.” 

The chef groaned in annoyance. He threw his knife into the wooden table, making it stand up through the wood. “I didn’t kill Mark, if that’s what you really wanna know.” he said, “Although, given the chance, I would have. The stuck-up little daddy’s boy never worked a real day in his life, just taking up the family inheritance and waving his arms around in front of a camera… all while I had to cook and clean for him!... Heck, I didn’t mind it when I was cooking for his wife, or the Mayor, or that army boy, but as soon as they were all gone he just acted like all my effort was nothing. Waltzing into the kitchen, stealing my knives, eating pieces of the raw meat freshly delivered- he was a freak! I certainly wasn’t sad to see him go!” He glanced to the waiter, “And I know I’m not the only one who thought that.”  Lottie scribbled down everything he was saying, not taking her eyes of the page.  “What did you know about the Colonel?” Abe pressed, walking up to Lottie to watch her pen go. “Careless fucker.” Chef said with an ugly chuckle, “I don’t think the army did him any good. It didn’t stop him from being a temperamental whiney bitch. I think all the army did was to ‘improve him’ was give him a goddamn gun. Shooting holes in the ceiling to get people’s attention, pointing at people with the thing fully loaded in casual conversation, shooting the door handles off whenever he couldn’t get into a room… someone should have taken that gun off him long ago! No wonder he killed Mark.” Lottie looked up from her noted startled, “I’m sorry, what?” Chef pulled the knife out of the table. He went to a leg of meat, waiting for him on a chopping board. “Well. He seemed like the most likely. He hated Mark, and I don’t blame him. Everyone hated him.” “I didn’t.” Damien mumbled.  Celine nodded. “I know, Damien. But you didn’t see him when he was angry.” Damien hummed in agreement. “Not before it was too late anyway.”  The knife plunged into the leg with a sickening squelch as the chef continued, “I always wondered whether he knew everyone hated him.” He slowly turned towards the detective. “I guess that’s why he hired you, ‘ay?” Stunned, Abe glanced around at everyone, especially Lottie. “W-what the hell are you talking about?” “Don’t act like you don’t know, dick.” the chef snapped, pulling the knife out of the leg and pointing it at Abe, “I saw you! You and Mark! 1:30am! You were spying on all of us for him, weren’t ya? Trying to set us all up!” He smiled once seeing Abe’s mortified face. “My lil’ buddy sees all.” 

Suddenly a door from the other side of the kitchen was kicked wide open and a lanky-looking younger man in a greasy chef’s uniform stumbled in, dragging behind him two men by their shirt collars. “Boss!” he called in a foul voice, “Found these two out the back again, trying to sneak in through the trash tube!” He threw the two men to the dirty kitchen floor. As they fell one of the men, who was holding a handheld camera, dropped the camera which smashed into clunky pieces on the floor. They scampered about to get on their knees, one trying to retrieve the pieces of the camera.  Lottie was amazed to notice that the two men were indistinguishable, like identical twins; both in pastel blue shirts and carci pants, with unkempt black hair, course beards and looks of utter bewilderment.  “I thought I told you two!” the chef blasted at them, waving his knife towards them, “If I ever saw your ugly asses around here again, I would slice you both up for the meat in next week’s sandwiches!” “I’m sorry!” one of the twins said, “I must apologise for my brother, Jim’s, actions as well as my own!”  “No! I’m the one who should apologise!” said his brother, in the same hushed tone of voice, “Jim here was only doing as I said! He’s the innocent Jim here!” “I don’t CARE who’s fault it is!” the chef yelled, “I told you stupid bastards that whatever the heck you’re looking for is not here! Now stop pestering me and my workforce! This is the LAST warning I’ll give the pair of you!” He hurled his knife at the floor in front of them, causing the two Jims to clumsily crawl their way out of the kitchen and outside.  “Keep an eye on them.” Chef told the lanky cook, “Kick ‘em outta here if they even get 3 yards close to this place.”  The cook nodded and disappeared out the door. “Who’s that guy?” Abe asked, sounding slightly disgusted. “He’s the sous chef.” Chef answered bluntly.  Lottie could have answered in more detail. She knew the name of the sous chef, she knew how old he was, how many times a week he was suspended from class, and how he laughed like a hyena whenever he tried to grab her in the corridors when heading to bed. She begged repeatedly to herself that he didn’t recognise her when they shared a quick glance… “Never mind!” Abe barked after seeing Lottie looking very uncomfortable. “I think broom-up-his-ass butler here wants to tell his story in private. I need to talk to the chef anyway.”  Chef tightened his grip on the handle of his knife.  “Y-yes, good idea.” Benjamin stuttered, “Follow me, miss.” He headed out of the kitchen, Lottie following close behind him. “She can’t go! She needs to hear this!” Celine stipulated, “She needs to know Abe is dangerous!” “Yes, but you can’t force her to stay!” Damien protested, holding back Celine as she tried to reach for Lottie like a cat grabbing at a dangling string. “She’s smart. And we can feel her suspicion, she doesn’t trust Abe. I know she’ll find a way!” “But what if she doesn’t?” Celine asked. Damien paused to think. He looked around them. Although he, as a spirit, couldn’t interact fully with the world, he could see beyond things that no living person can see. And through the walls Damien saw the Jim twins sneaking around the back of the building, trying to find a way in.  He smiled. “We’ll make her a way.”

“I’ll try to find somewhere secluded to talk properly, but I’ll answer some questions as we walk.” Benjamin said to Lottie who was trailing behind him.  “Ok.” She started, “How long where you the butler of the manor?” “I served them for 12 years. Not as long as the groundskeeper and certainly not as long as the chef.” “So, you were around when Celine lived in the Manor?” “Yes. She and Master Mark had their wedding within my second week on the job.” “Were you aware that Celine was having an affair with the Colonel?” Benjamin though for a second as they both turned a corner to head down a corridor. He responded, “I wasn’t aware. I knew there was a rivalry between Master Mark and the Colonel, but I never suspected Miss Celine to be in anyway interested in him. Although, she was silent during their arguments, and never interfered… Considering her headstrong behaviour, I now find that quite strange.”  “You must have a least been aware of a baby, though.” Lottie suggested. He nodded. “I was fully aware of the child.” Without warning he turned to look down at her. “You are claiming yourself to be the baby in question?” “Yep.” Lottie answered, smiling proudly at him. He looked her up and down and raised his eyebrow quizzically before turning back to walking. “Honestly, I never considered the possibility of the baby being the Colonel’s. And when Miss Celine left the house to take the baby away she explained to me it was for the child’s safety, claiming that Master Mark’s behaviour had become too aggressive for raising a child.” He approached a room and proceeded to unlock the door as he finished his thought. “I never questioned why his behaviour had changed. Now I think about it, I suspect the child itself was the reason he changed.” Lottie scowled; she was going to have to get used to these people claiming her to have been the base of all Markiplier’s problems. But she knew she’d get used to it, she was used to people blaming her for all their problems anyway.  They went into the room that contained nothing but a window to the wall of the building next door, and two chairs. Benjamin set the chairs to face each other and he took a seat, Lottie taking the other. “What do you suspect about Markiplier’s death?” “I knew there was something suspicious about it, but I never figured why until now.” He learned forward, resting his chin on his palm, looking quizzical. He mumbled, “Looking back, I do suspect there was a set up in some way. After the discovery of Master’s body, the detective wasn’t rushing to call the police, even after I suggested we should have. He claimed he was the authority, so there was no need for any more hands on the case. After a while, for reasons to this day that aren’t explained, Master’s body disappeared, supposedly with no one to witness it.” “Disappeared?” Lottie pressed. “Everyone suspected he had become zombified.” the waiter said, rolling his eyes at the suggestion, “But I suspect the body was taken, by the last person seen with the body. The detective. Why? I’m not sure. But I suspect it was to tease the Colonel.” Lottie scribbled everything down as quick as she could, the ink smudging just a little as she gave it no time to dry. “Why would he tease the Colonel?”  Benjamin glanced at the door behind her, keeping quiet to listen carefully for any voices. Then he shuffled forward, and spoke quieter, “I believed it was to make him feel bad for killing him.” Lottie flinched back from this comment. She was starting to feel concerned. Why has everyone she met so far instantly accusing the Colonel? Nobody was there to witness the murder, so why was he suspect number one? She cleared her throat and asked, “Why do you think it was the Colonel who killed Mark?” “Well, it seems the most logical explanation.” he admitted, “They both despised each other, the Colonel was envious of Master’s devious ways of being the favourite child of the family to get the majority of the inheritance, Master Mark detested how the Colonel could do what he liked having such a high position in the armed forces, Master must have suspected the affair between Miss Celine and the Colonel… and thinking about it now, Master must have been entirely convinced of the affair after Miss Celine left with the child.” He sat back in his chair to catch his breath. “The question now is which one of those reasons was the one they fought to the death about? Their money? Their dignity?... Or a girl? And if it was a girl… were they fighting for a wife… or a daughter?”

Tap. Tap. Tap. Both of them nearly jumped out of their seats at the sound of tapping on the window. Benjamin spun around to the window and looked out to try and find the source. As he looked out the window he noticed something moving in the alleyway. Two men. The Jims, trying to sneak around the back. Benjamin sighed angrily. “Excuse me.” he said leaving the room. Lottie stood up and followed after him, but his tall figure strode further away until he was around the corner and gone. “Yes!” Damien cheered, “See, Celine? You don’t have to physically control someone to get them to do what you want. It just takes a little sign here and there.” “Ok, ok! You’ve proved your point.” she spluttered, “Now, can you somehow get her to overhear the VERY IMPORTANT CONVERSATION that’s going on in the kitchen please?”   “Simple!” Damien hailed, pushing down on the door handle of the door Lottie was about to pass. “Ghostly haunting 101.” A sudden metallic click of a door handle being released made Lottie jump. She watched as the door she just passed slowly creaked open. When it stopped she tip toed to the door and peek through. Just the long corridor passing the kitchen. Not one soul around. How could the door open by itself? “You gotta have some clues as to where that fucker is!” Abe’s voice, coming from the kitchens. He sounded agitated. Lottie decided to investigate. But as she got closer to the doorway to the kitchen she felt uneasy, as if she wasn’t meant to be there, and she suddenly felt that if she intervened on whatever was going on, she’d deeply regret it. She didn’t know really why. It was just a feeling. So, she kept her footsteps light and, keeping her back to the wall, she listened carefully. “It’s been nearly 2 decades since that incident.” Lottie heard the chef say bitterly, “Why would I have any more information? Ever since I left that dump I’ve tried my best to forget everything about it!” “Well you certainly failed doing that, Mr. blabber-mouth! But listen, believe it or not, some new evidence has come up.” Abe told him, “Something that could help me track down the Colonel.” Lottie peeked around the corner as discreetly as she could, only being able to see the chef. The chef said with a puzzled expression, “Wait. You knew it was him all this time! Then why the hell are you coming here to me?!” “I don’t know for sure if he’s the killer,” Abe explained, “but at this point, I don’t care anymore. I don’t care about the crime, all I care about is finding that son of a bitch. If that girl really is his daughter, then she could lead me to him. And then-.” Abe paused to cough; Lottie could see through the reflection on a pan that he was clutching his stomach again. He then growled and finished, “…I’ll kill him for what he did to me and Mark.” Lottie gasped, then swiftly covered her mouth, hoping to whatever god that nobody heard her. She felt like kicking herself in the foot for telling the detective too much; if she’d had known he was out to kill her father, she would have run straight out the house when they first encountered each other. She should have suspected him when he held the gun to her head. And now she knew why his presence always gave her a bad feeling.

Taking very light and careful steps back, she snuck herself away back down the hallway. Reaching the corner, she turned towards the exit, only to have her arm grabbed and her body pushed against the wall. “Thought I wouldn’t recognize you, ‘ay, Charlotte?” the lanky sous chef hissed into her ear, making her cringe immensely. “Well, you thought wrong, you stupid bitch!” “Get the fuck off me, Kyle.” Lottie snarled, wanting to shout, but realising Abe was still close by. She tried to pull her hand out of his grip, but his filthy greasy hands held on tight.  Grabbing her other hand by her side and pinning both arms against the wall, Kyle jeered with a disgusting breath, “Nah. You know I’m still not done with you.” He leaned in closer to try and kiss her. Lottie lunched her knee into his groin. As he hurled himself back she punched him hard in the nose and slipped away sprinting towards the exit. But it didn’t take long for Kyle to catch up to her and grab her by the waist to pull her back.  In the doorway for the exit Lottie struggled with the sous chef, and although he certainly grunted and growled to keep Lottie under control, she tried her best to remain silent. The very reason she got into this mess was because she was trying not to catch Abe’s attention; if she screamed now, he’d surely come to the rescue. She was sure she didn’t even need rescuing; she dealt with this creep before.  Kyle managed to get behind her and get her in an inescapable headlock. She thought twice about screaming for help.  “It’s not worth it, Charlotte.” Kyle spat at her, “No nurses to come to the rescue here. We’re outside the walls! Nothing’s gonna stop me now!” He pushed the exit door open with his back.

There was a surprised scream, then a heavy thump and a crash, and soon Lottie found herself on the floor, free from Kyle’s grip. Surrounding her was a cloud of dust and scattered broken bricks, and lying next to her was Kyle rolling on the ground clutching his head. Without stopping to think she grabbed a brick and dropped it on his head, knocking him out cold. Hopefully. As much as she hated his guts, she wouldn’t want to kill anyone. Then she heard another moan and turned behind her to see the Jim’s from before, both sitting in pain and confusion within the scattered bricks.  “Hey!” she shouted to them. “Yeah?” one Jim answered. “Are you ok?” “No.” the other Jim replied, clutching his ankle and wincing in pain. Lottie stood up, glad to find she hadn’t broken any bones, and looked at the exit doorway. The entire windowsill of the window above the door was destroyed, looking as if it had been hauled off by too much weight. Looking at the steps of stacked boxes and bins, then looking at the Jim’s, she guessed they were trying to climb into the window above. She smiled at the convenience of their sneaky endeavour, and also at the rather stupid but brave lengths these boys would go to get a good scoop.   “You boys are terrific!” she chanted cheerfully, going over to help the pair of them up, “You saved my life.” She pulled the second Jim up, who howled in agony as he stood up and began hopping on one foot. “Ankle’s down! Broken, if I’m unlucky!” he groaned. He pointed to his brother. “I didn’t sign up for this, Jim!” “That’s just one of the consequences in being a great reporter, Jim.” his brother replied, brushing the dust off himself, “We’ll be just a great as, if not better than, our uncle Jim! But we gotta take risks, Jim, it’s our duty!” Lottie suddenly heard Abe’s voice from inside, calling for her. She had to go, quickly, but then she realised the Jim’s would get in trouble with the chef, for ruining his building. She hooked broken-ankle-Jim’s arm over her shoulders and hastily helped him walk out the alleyway. “What are you doing with Jim, Jim?- duh- I mean! Miss?” the uninjured Jim asked.  Lottie replied, “It’s my turn to save your lives now. Come with me.” Uninjured-Jim went the other side of his brother and put the other arm over him. Soon, nearly lifting injured-Jim off the ground, they got out the alley way and Lottie lead them down the street, back into town towards her apartment.