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allegra-writes · 2 years ago

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"The Aftermath" Part III

Armand x Daniel Molloy

NSFW

Warnings: Rough sex, dirty talk, a tiny crumb of daddy kink. Idk, this turned out cleaner and more angsty than expected

Disclaimer: I don't own any recognizable character, and for legal reasons I won't be accepting tips for this story or any story set in Anne Rice's Immortal Universe. Thank you!

MY MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST

Previously Next

“What the fu- GET OFF ME”

“I will not!” Armand had both of Daniel’s wrists gripped tightly, using the full weight of his body to pin Daniel’s to the floor, effectively trapping him, “If I have to physically restrain you to stop you from leaving me, so be it”

"You can't keep me here against my will!" Even as he said it, he wondered if, maybe, he could. Vampiric strength and all, he couldn't seem to make Armand budge. The more his maker pressed down on his wrists, the more Daniel understood just how much Armand had contained himself around him, the force he was using on Daniel would have shattered his bones to dust had he still been human.

"Then choose to stay!" Armand demanded, childlike and petulant, as if he truly couldn’t grasp why it had to be more complicated than that.

“It doesn’t work like that!”

“Then tell me how to make you want to stay! I’d do anything” He begged, and Daniel was able to hear the catch in his voice, feel the last thread of self-control Armand was desperately trying to hold onto. Daniel himself was feeling his own control slip. For all the power he could feel in his newly undead body, having the vampire -the other vampire, he was a fucking vampire too- so close, seeing the slow, faint pulse of blood pumping inside the bulging vein of his neck, was making him dizzy. Startled, Daniel realized he was hungry. “Anything you want me to do, I’ll do it. Anything you want me to say, I’ll say it”

Daniel shook his head in an attempt to clear it, to focus on what Armand was saying, but he took it as a refusal.

“You want me to apologize, for what little it would do? Fine, I will, even as it will not change anything. I am sorry. I am sorry for refusing to turn you when you asked me to, I am sorry for taking your memories of me and forcing you to live on. I am sorry for indulging Louis in his little schemes simply because the prospect of seeing you, of having you near again was too tempting to pass, I am sorry for not letting you die. I am sorry" Armand was practically screaming now, bloody tears streaming down his face, the mask of composure stripped away, "And the worst part is, I am not sorry at all. If I had the chance to turn back time, I would do it exactly the same, because I simply can't bear to even imagine a world where you don't exist anymore!"

Daniel cursed internally as he felt the words warm something up inside of him, melting his resolve, his righteous anger, away. Some forgotten, protective instinct inside himself, like a dormant agent that only Armand’s tears could activate. He had never been able to resist those tears, the bastard probably knew that. Even at his worst, at the height of his junky days and his mercurial, violent behavior, Daniel had always stopped short in his warpath of destruction to kiss those tears away. Armand, the puppet master, the play director, had to remember that.

Damned him. Damned the consummated actor, damn the manipulative bastard, damned the controlling freak. Damned his boyish face, so heart-rendering as it twisted in suffering. Damned his love. Damned the tears Daniel knew to be sincere.

“Damn you, Armand!” Daniel cursed, out loud this time, before crashing his mouth to his.

Damned himself. He had just damned himself, he could tell. There was no way an addict like him could get a taste of that and not become immediately hooked on it. The way Armand’s searing, silky lips felt against his own -hot with his blood- it was as if the link between their minds was there again, he could feel the kiss on his brain, the electric clarity of a thought, that's how pure it felt.

And then, Armand started kissing back, coaxing Daniel’s lips open with his own, his scorching, sultry tongue slipping inside his mouth, just a little bit, just enough for the tip to lick at the unbelievably sensitive interior surface of his upper lip, only to withdraw again, as Armand drew back, ending the kiss too soon, way too soon.

“Daniel,” There was concern in Armand’s voice, “you’re trembling”

“Feels good” Daniel mumbled. Understatement of the fucking century, but words were a little beyond his capacity at the moment. Something shifted in Armand’s eyes, the briefest spark of lust, pride, greediness, before settling on mischief.

“My firstborn… brand new and tender, a neonate” He whispered, almost in awe, before the mischievous look returned, “Everything must feel so different and overwhelming”

Daniel had no warning before Armand’s hand slid into his pants, making him cry out.

“Fuck, you’re evil!” There was probably a crack in the marble after Daniel threw his head back against it, but Armand didn’t mind, all of his attention on the newly fanged vampire as he closed his fingers around his length.

“And you, my beautiful boy, are mine” He whispered hot against Daniel’s neck, making shivers explode over his entire body, rippling and multiplying like the quiet waters of a fountain when a penny was dropped in it, “as you were always meant to be”

Before he could protest, say something inane and stupid that they both knew to be a lie, like how Daniel wasn’t his, the hand around his dick started moving, pumping slowly, the pressure carefully measured, barely there at all, but enough for Daniel to feel it, enough for speech to be an impossible feat for his mouth, busy as it was moaning.

“Do you like it, Daniel?” Armand’s devilish mouth was nipping at Daniel’s jaw, sucking at his earlobe, murmuring dirtily at his ear, “How even the smallest of frictions feels so intense on your cock? And that’s just my hand… imagine how my mouth would feel” He punctuated with a long, filthy lick at Daniel’s now hypersensitive neck, “How my cock would feel inside you… How yours would feel inside of me… I’ll never again feel cold to you, did you know that? Even if I don’t feed, you and I will be the same temperature. Can you imagine that? All that heat, all that exquisite pressure… we are so strong, Daniel, we have muscles humans don’t even realize they have, I could squeeze you just right, ride you until you came, and then just keep ridding you until you cried… You always did like it when I made you cry in bed, remember now, my Daniel?”

He did remember. Fuck, he remembered it all: The intricate patterns Armand would draw on his body with black ropes, tying him up tight and pretty just so he could spend hours torturing him, edging him with his hands and his tongue and his toys to the very brink of insanity, and then making him come over and over again until tears came to his eyes and he begged for mercy.

The devious vampire stopped the movement of his hand until Daniel opened his eyes to look at him in question, never once breaking eye contact as he licked his palm wet and sloppy, before wrapping the slick hand once again around Daniel’s cock, grip firmer this time, even as he kept the milking movements slow and measured.

“Do you want that, Daniel?” His personal devil asked, low and seductive, “Because I want it. I want to feel you inside me…”

Not fifteen minutes ago, Daniel had bragged about his self-control, the stoic discipline born out of a lifetime of self-denial, but there was only so much an ex-addict could take. It was one thing to wave a bottle of whiskey in the face of an alcoholic, it was a very different one to wet his lips with a few drops of Macallan 1926 and expect him to remain composed. And Armand was a fucking bottle of Isabella’s Islay. With a feral, animal snarl, he snapped, stunning Armand beyond reaction as he turned them around so he would be the one hovering over the older vampire. Daniel wasted no time with niceties, one hand holding Armand by the neck while the other frenziedly tore at shirts and pants and gloves until not a stitch of offending fabric was left to obscure the view of bronze skin and taut muscle. All the while, Armand smiled up at him beatifically, basking in Daniel’s fury, in the urgency and violence of his moves, parting his legs to make room for his crazed fledgling.

Daniel touched the pads of his index and middle finger to Armand’s plump bottom lip, slipping them inside the warm cavern of his mouth when he opened for him, pressing down on his tongue, letting him choke a little in his eagerness for sucking them, to taste them, to welcome any part of himself Daniel was willing to give into his body, whining as Daniel made to withdraw them before demanding,

“Bite”

He obeyed, eyes rolling back at the taste, but Daniel didn’t allow him to enjoy it for too long, quickly taking his fingers out of Armand’s mouth to briefly tease at his rim before shoving them inside, as deep as they would go, making his maker cry out.

There was little in the way of preparation, Daniel only managing to thrust and scissor his fingers inside Armand’s unholy, silky heat a couple of times before the demanding brat started begging,

“Now, Daniel, I want you now. I want to feel it, I want you to make it hurt!”

Daniel didn’t have to be told twice, letting go of Armand to lower his jeans and underwear just enough to free his dick and used his bloody hand to slick himself up before guiding his cock with Armand’s entrance and pushing in.

It was so immediately, devastatingly overwhelming that Daniel’s arms almost buckled, making him almost lose his balance. He managed to keep it together but barely, needing to hide his face in the crook of his maker’s neck to center himself again. Meanwhile Armand, as desperate and disheveled as Daniel had ever seen him, tried to wrap his legs around Daniel to push him down, to undulate his hips, anything to force more of Daniel inside himself, but one of Daniel’s strong hands splayed right below his navel was enough to pin him in place.

It was a power trip like no other. Of course they had switched before, inverting their usual roles of dominant and dominated, hardly anything could be found that they hadn’t tried in the heyday of their psychosexual games together. But it had always been make-believe, nothing but the flimsies illusion of control until Armand got impatient and flipped them over to ride Daniel as hard and as fast as he could without breaking his fragile human bones. Daniel had never held any real power over Armand… until now. Being able to keep his demonic lover in place with just one hand, forcing him to wait patiently, to take only what Daniel gave him, inch by agonizingly slow, unescapable inch, carving a place for himself inside this ancient, almost almighty monster that had haunted his dreams and nightmares for so long was exhilarating, to say the least.

By the time Daniel’s balls hit the supernaturally smooth skin of Armand’s buttcheeks, he was a sobbing, quivering mess under Daniel’s heavy, dead weight.

“Danny… Danny, please… I need… I need…”

“What do you need, baby? Tell Daddy what you need…” Daniel murmured, tone not-quite mocking. Armand whimpered, hands shaking as he clutched at Daniel’s wool-clad biceps, his shoulders, his hair, anywhere he could reach. Daniel kissed his blood-sweat damp curls, soothing.

“Don’t worry, baby, daddy’s gonna fuck you just the way you need it” Daniel rocked his hips a couple of times testing the give of Armand’s hole, splayed so snug around his cock, as much as his own resistance. He was acutely aware of every single one of his senses as they fired stimulus after stimulus at the speed of light. The only thing he could compare to how everything felt was that party down in Brooklyn so many years ago where he had tripped on LSD and ended up getting pounded within an inch of his life on the rooftop under a maroon sky. Both experiences had Armand at the center as his Polaris, the bright north star guiding him home, making sure he didn’t get lost in the whirlwind of sensation.

Proud of himself and sure he would not shoot his load as soon as he moved, Daniel pulled out. Not a couple of inches, not until just the tip remained inside, he pulled all the way out, just so he could slam right back in, muffling Armand’s cry with his kiss. Finding his purchase on Armand’s thick, athletic thigh, he hoisted it higher around his waist to deepen the angle of penetration and laid it in, setting a punishing, merciless rhythm that had Armand clawing at the back of his sweater, ripping the fabric to shreds.

“Daniel… My Daniel!”

“Yes, say my name baby… wanna hear you scream it… Fuck! You feel so fucking good…” Daniel almost asked, would have if he had found the words to do it, if it would always feel like that, every nerve on his body aflame, all of his newfound, insurmountable brainpower focused on one single point, the place his body sank into Armand’s over and over again. He could feel himself becoming this wild creature, this tameless animal with no higher reasoning, no other purpose but to have and take and possess the being under him, vampire instinct screaming at him, the voice of a revenant inside his own skull, telling him to mark his maker as his, to complete the ritual, to finish what Armand had started half a century before. Daniel felt his fangs descend, the drag of the dry bone almost sensual against his gums.

“Yes! My beloved, my fledgling, my Daniel… do it!” Armand clamored for it, exposing the enticing, endless curve of his neck, a lure impossible to resist. Daniel bit down.

Love. Cherishing, worshipful, all-encompassing love hit Daniel like a train as soon as Armand’s blood touched his tongue. He knew what it felt like, to have Armand inside his head, but that had never been a two-way street, even as the vampire had been more forthcoming inside the privacy of Daniel’s mind, his secrets had never been laid bare in front of Daniel like that.

Can you taste it, Daniel? Do you feel the sweet caress of the blood as it floods your insides? That searing, luxuriant gush of warmth as it flows incandescent from my veins to yours? I promise you, is just as orgasmic every time. There is nothing more intimate than holding a life between your arms and drink it up, no greater pleasure to our kind. Is it always going to be like this, you ask? Well, lover mine, my precious newborn, blood of my blood, sin of my sin, it won’t. In this big, wide earth, in this savage garden, no blood will ever taste as sweet, nothing will ever feel as good to you as I do. I am your maker, Daniel, nothing will ever satisfy you as I will.

A part of Daniel wanted to rebel, to protest, to push Armand away but it was useless. After all, he doubted any of his theatrics would be convincing, not after he came so hard at Armand’s words he could feel it overflowing his maker’s slight frame, leaking down his shaft, dripping on his balls. He parted from Armand’s neck, throwing his head back, overwhelmed by his very first swoon. And Armand, ruthless monster that he was, took advantage of his momentary helplessness to flip them over, straddling Daniel’s thighs so he could not escape.

“You did not think I was done with you so soon, did you, beloved?” He asked, the very image of depravity as he lazily stroked his leaking cock.

No. Daniel didn’t even dream of it…

To be continued...

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bleaksummer · 11 months ago

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Gold. Who was that guy that touched everything and, ‘ting!’ pure gold? All that money thrown at education and I don’t have the foggiest. I suppose mommy wanted me to have the best, and possibly meet some kids my own age, but honestly I’d have been better being thrown into the local high school, at least then I’d have had a chance at talking to people who are more likely to have a soul.

I am well aware of my place, and truly, I know I could fall in shit and come out smelling of roses. Most of the time I don’t have to think at all, days upon days of blissful nothing and fuck me, I have no idea why the rest of my family make it look so fucking difficult. Forever jamming their fists into where they can make more of it; green. The thing that makes the world turn on its axis, so they say. Don’t make us any happier though, does it? I’m sure the foundations of this place are built on valium and loud sighs.

We are, mostly, very stupid, and very far removed. It is wealth you simply cannot dream of, the gap between us and your average joe, middle class with a 401k, 2.5 kids and wife with a Louis Vuitton handbag is actually a fucking chasm. So deep and so wide it could unhinge it’s jaws, and snaffle the Grand Canyon. IT'S NOT REAL. A world of no consequence, no one need grow up, endless fucking frolicking at the bottom of Mary Poppins’ carpet bag with Peter bastard Pan and all of his merry men, or whoever the fuck Disney said.

We just are.

True enough, we could do more to help the needy, or…those that are on the breadline, whatever the PC term is now. But our ignorance means our own problems, usually of our own doing are usually far more important. Frivolous, but far more important than the fact you’ve shoved another kid out and can’t afford a grocery shop. The fact that those little colourful tickets designed to look like you aren't completely fucked, the ones you cash in at the foodbank, the proverbial begging bowl, is your life line. Who the fuck do we think we are?

Uncle Philip does an especially good job of knotting himself up to be the King on the funeral pyre of his making. Good businessman, fairly bad human, but so are we all I’d wager. Silly little footnotes stomping around unending halls crying at our fistfuls of cash. He hates it. Recently, he spends most of his time lurking and chain smoking, it almost appears it physically pains him to smile, which is a shame because I remember a time his lips would crack and his laughter would make his whole frame shake. He was, is…warm, he’s just forgotten in all the din of being one of the luckiest motherfuckers on planet earth.

Our family is odd, though. I see that now, The Sheas are very much new money, it's a dirty term around people like us. This miserable nature hasn’t become engrained in them yet, they are still worker ants, bringing their wares back to the nest, stockpiling wealth for a rainy day. But fuck me, they are like sunshine, and they are just so…well, REAL Their emotions aren’t regulated by having a stick up ones ass, they've just fuckin’ grafted for the world they inhabit. There is a certain levity, to having them around, and they have so much familial turmoil and yet they are simply magic. It’s fascinating.

I realise sometimes how tone deaf I am when I try to have conversations with them, or, well anyone outside of the Locke family prison. I am coveted, surrounded, and yet none of them fucking listen. I am nobody, not a victim, but a nobody. Just the prize pig, and I must say some of the most heinous shit, because our life is just playtime, and theirs actually means something.

I am aware how trite I sound, rich kid wants to mean something. What’s wrong with that though? Well, I suppose the sun shines out of my ass, and therefore, I have to work harder to prove not everything of value I am capable of producing was funded entirely by the obscenity of the wealth in my estate. All at once I want to hide and I want to be seen, instead I am balls deep in a stereotype I am incapable of shaking off. How tragic.

#} 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢. › 𝙷𝚄𝙶𝙷 𝙵𝚁𝙴𝙸𝙳𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙴 - ��𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙳! › 𝚂𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙳𝙰𝚁𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂 #} 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 › 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄. !

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free-for-all-fics · 1 year ago

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Captain Louis Renault Prompt! Pls tag me if you’re inspired by any of this and I’d love to read it! In this one, you’re Louis’ illegitimate daughter. With all the women he’s slept with in exchange for exit visas, it’s likely or, at the very least, possible he has a bastard child he doesn’t know about. 👨🏻‍✈️💙

Unbeknownst to your mother, you pack a bag containing visas, tickets, cash, clothes, and other essentials. You hail a taxi to drive you to where you need to go, embarking on a solo journey of self-discovery. After you leave your home, your mother finds the handwritten letter you left for her. In it, you tell her that you love her very much and are very grateful to her. You know she’s only ever wanted to give you your best chance at life. You go on to explain that after being indecisive for so long and putting off important decisions that would change your life, what you really need more than anything else in the world is to figure out what you want to do with your life and who you want to be. You believe the first step in doing so may be to confront your past and find your father. Whether by train, or auto, or foot, or boat, you’re a young girl no older than fifteen when you arrive in Casablanca, which is considered neutral as it’s under the jurisdiction of Vichy, unoccupied France. However, You realize quickly that, despite its neutrality, it’s not the safest place. It’s far from what you were expecting. It’s filled with refugees fleeing from the war who are now targeted by people seeking to exploit them. There’s all sorts of characters here, including many activists, artists, spies, writers, etc.

Leaving for a better place isn't impossible, but involves a prohibitive cost that most refugees can't afford. Refugees are required to obtain hard-won immigration visas, as well as exit and transit visas, which are all issued by different governments. Getting those to line up can be nerve-wracking, since they all expire after a set period of days. That’s how many refugees have ended up stranded for months or sometimes years in Casablanca. They often impoverish themselves further by trying to win the money through illegal gambling or, if you're a young attractive woman, sleeping with the local dirty cop. Organized crime thrives and the gendarmes are openly corrupt, with even Rick Blaine, an American bar owner, having to pay bribes so the police will permit his establishment to remain open. You witness the gendarmes shoot people dead in broad daylight and routinely round up a large number of designated suspects simply for the pretense of efficiency. You’ve thrust yourself from a simple country life into an unfamiliar and hectic world. And all this is before Major Strasser and the Nazis show up and start breathing down everyone's necks.

You’re a well-practiced and talented liar, a trait your mother claims you inherited from your father, whom she seldom speaks about. She’s never even told you his name, no matter how much you’ve asked. You spend many days searching for him, but all you have to go off of is a faded and grainy photograph with no name written on the back, so you make no headway in your search at first. All you’ve inferred from the photograph is that he’s an officer of some sort, but you’ll know him when you see him. Maybe he’s already left Casablanca and is living it up in America somewhere. But if he’s still here, you need to try your best to grab his attention in the hopes he’ll make himself known. If he isn’t, maybe you can grab the attention of someone who knew him or, at the very least, has seen him. But how? Desperate times call for drastic measures.

Two German couriers carrying official documents were murdered on a train from Oran and found dead in the desert, the unoccupied desert. The murderer and possible accomplices are said to be headed for Casablanca, so all suspicious characters are being rounded up and searched for stolen documents. An officer blows his whistle several times. There is pandemonium as native guards begin to round up people. This is the customary roundup of refugees, liberals, and, of course, beautiful young girls for the local corrupt officials. A police car, full of officers, with its siren blaring, screams through the street and stops in the market. Some try to escape but are caught by the police and loaded into a police wagon. At a street corner two policemen stop a white civilian and question him.

“May we see your papers?”

“I don't think I have them on me.”

“In that case, you'll have to come along.”

“Wait. It's possible that I... Yes. Here they are.”

The civilian pats his pockets. He brings out his papers. The second policeman examines them.

“These papers expired three weeks ago. You'll have to come along.”

Suddenly the civilian breaks away and starts to run wildly down the street, pushing people out of the way as he tries to escape. A policeman shouts for the civilian to halt, but he keeps going. He collides into you, and the force of the impact makes you fall to the ground with a harsh thud. Your skin stings something awful from the gravel and concrete of the road. You'll probably end up with bruises or cuts on your hands and knees. But the civilian doesn't stop to help you or make sure you're okay, too frantic and desperate to get away. A shot rings out and the man falls to the ground, dead. His body is laying sprawled out in the street just a few steps away from you. It’s the first time you’ve ever seen a dead body so up close and you’re frozen in shock for a few moments as you stare into his lifeless eyes, blood pooling around him. The policeman frantically searches the body, but only finds Free French literature. The police van pulls up and the rear doors are opened as suspects are herded out of the van. At the entrance of the Palais de Justice, the arrested suspects are led in by the police.

You get up and follow behind the line of people streaming in to try to approach as a witness to the murder, but the police are corrupt and don’t care. People die and are killed in Casablanca everyday, so they’ve become desensitized to it. They’re making out the report now and haven’t quite decided if the man committed suicide or died trying to escape. Maybe they’ll say he was a spy and/or about to kill a prominent figure but the assassination attempt was foiled. Something to add some extra flair to the story and make it more interesting. You don’t even have a chance to ask about your father or show them his photo before you’re dismissed and escorted out of the Palais de Justice. You’re told not to waste their time and it’s clear to you that, as a young girl, you’re seen as nothing more than a child, a nuisance to be swatted away like a fly. You’re invisible to the officers here and none of the local adults have shown interest in helping you, so you think you have to go bigger.

You take it up several notches by trying to rob the market, a cluttered Arab street of bazaars, shops and stalls. All kinds and races of people mill about the merchandise which native dealers have on outdoor display. Both men and women are dressed in tropical clothes. The canopies over the stalls give them some protection from the scorching sun. On the surface the atmosphere is merely languid, but underneath lies the sinister workings of illicit trade. It’s not uncommon for black market dealings to take place here.

But then someone getting chased by gendarmes comes barreling through and knocks over most of the merchant stalls, causing a big commotion as they pull a gun and try to rob the merchants or hold people at gunpoint. After the man is either killed or apprehended, you turn yourself in and try to pin the destruction on you as an accomplice, but the police have a dossier full of intel that the man was a compulsive gambler trying to commit armed theft to pay off his massive debts and he acted alone. Oh, come on! What does a girl have to do to get to jail?

Realizing you’ll need to do what you can to survive after your money dwindles down to practically nothing, you follow the example of the notorious pickpocket you’ve seen slithering about. He’ll keep wealthy tourists distracted with chitchat, always sticking to the same script. It’s always something along the lines of, “Unfortunately, along with these unhappy refugees...the scum of Europe has gravitated to Casablanca. Some of them have been waiting years for a visa. I beg of you, Monsieur, watch yourself. Be on guard. This place is full of vultures. Vultures everywhere. Everywhere!” He’s always ironically warning them about thieves while he robs them blind using sleight of hand tricks as he puts his arms around them, and they’re none the wiser. They don’t wise up to his tricks until after he’s long gone, if ever.

You learn quickly that the heart is often the most vulnerable spot and use this knowledge to your advantage. You use your acting skills and spin classic sob stories about being an orphan after your parents succumbed to a sudden illness and died on the journey to Casablanca and were buried in unmarked graves, your father was Killed in Action and your mother abandoned you at a bus stop, you’re dying from a terminal illness, you’re homeless after running away from an abusive household, etc. You switch up the story all the time to prey on the sympathies of unsuspecting and wealthy tourists. Tourists, especially the ones who don’t speak much English or French, can’t resist as they look at your tear stained cheeks and big, pleading eyes. They take pity on you, often giving you big hugs to comfort you. Unbeknownst to them, you nab their wallets and jewelry with sleight of hand tricks while you pretend to weep into their shoulders. You then disappear into the bustling crowd, always stalls away and long gone by the time clouds of suspicion gather in their minds, leaving them to pat their breast and pants pockets as they realize too late there’s something missing. You’ve taken a few pages out of the pickpocket’s book and he can respect that. It takes a special set of skills when it comes to the art of pickpocketing and not everyone has what it takes. But you’ve mastered the art of misdirection and know how to be smooth, slick, and subtle. Instead of seeing you as competition, maybe you partner up and work together instead.

Until one day you’re so weak and hungry that, in your almost delirious desperation, you slip up and pickpocket the wrong target, not realizing who he is. As you run away, the man orders the gendarmes to pursue and apprehend you. Frightened, you run into the first building you see, Rick's Café Américain. Upon entering, your senses are assaulted and almost overwhelmed as you try to squeeze through the many, many, many customers. The lights are bright and there’s a heavy scent of smoke wafting through the air that nearly makes you cough. A middle-aged black man sits on a stool before a small salmon-colored piano on wheels, playing and singing while accompanied by a small orchestra. All about you there’s the hum of voices, chatter and laughter. The occupants of the room are varied. There are Europeans in their dinner jackets, the women beautifully begowned and bejeweled. There are Moroccans in silk robes. Turks wearing fezzes. Levantines. Naval officers. Members of the Foreign Legion, distinguished by their kepis.

Captain Louis Renault is sitting at a nearby table with Major Heinrich Strasser, Herr Heinz, and Rick Blaine. You’re so quick and slippery due to your small stature that before Abdul, the large and burly man standing guard at the door, can react, you sneak behind a group of people that Rick nodded to and run past. You try to hide and evade the gendarmes by blending in amongst the large crowd of gambling, drinking, and smoking customers. The men at the table are engrossed in conversation while they smoke and drink when, suddenly, they notice a strange shape, short and small in stature, dart out from the corner of their eyes before disappearing in the crowd again. Rick asks aloud how the hell you got in here because you’re very obviously underage. Children aren’t allowed in his place for good reason.

Louis gets up from his seat. As you look behind yourself and don’t watch where you’re running, you collide into him. He grabs your wrists to not only stop you from falling, but to hold you in place so you can’t run again. You stare into his brown eyes in shock, too dazed and zoned out to notice anything happening around you. The world around you disappears. The noise in the casino becomes muffled, as if you’re underwater. All you can focus on is him. You open and close your mouth like a fish out of water, wanting to say something, anything, but words fail you at the moment you need them most. Your thoughts have gone blank and your mouth has gone dry. It’s him. The man from the photograph your mother gave you. Your father. He’s here. Although it didn’t go exactly according to plan, you’re standing face to face and finally meeting in the flesh! The gendarmes approach but Captain Renault stops them with a hand gesture. He tells them to standby for now and that he’ll handle this.

“Where do you think you’re going, young lady? Hm?”

“It’s you! Wait, you’ve got the wrong idea, I-“

“You can explain it to me in my office. Let’s go.”

You protest as you’re manhandled by Captain Renault, the gendarmes following closely behind just in case you break free and try to run again. You’re not sure if they’d dare to shoot a child, but you don’t want to test your luck and find out. You’re escorted out of the saloon and forced into a car. Rick, who had been closely watching the whole thing out of the corner of his eye as he took a puff of his cigarette and poured himself a drink, stands up to apologize to everyone for the disturbance and assures them it’s all over now and they can sit back down and go back to enjoying themselves.

You’re brought to the Palais de Justice. You’ve been here so many times you’ve memorized the interior of the lobby by now, but you’ve never been inside Captain Renault’s office before. You take a few moments to look around, as if you’ll learn about your father and infer more about his character from the way he decorates his office. The gendarmes close the door behind you and your attempts at getting it to open are futile. Looks like you won’t be leaving just yet. Captain Renault tells you as much. That door won’t unlock again until he presses the buzzer on his desk, and he won’t be pressing it until he decides to let you out of this room. He invites you to sit down in one of the chairs in front of his desk while he takes a seat across from you and begins taking notes. You’re not sure what he’s scribbling down in his report, but it can’t be good.

“Pickpocketing a government official and evading arrest. The real crime here is how young they’re starting you guttersnipes now. You sit down there and tell me everything. What do you want, hm? Money? An exit visa? A photograph to commemorate this momentous occasion in what may be a promising start to a petty criminal career?”

“What does the L stand for?”

He pauses, the hand holding his pen hovering and not quite touching the paper. Judging by his facial expression and body language, he’s either unsure he heard you correctly or is still deciding on what to do in response to your very random question. You can’t quite tell which one it is. Will he ignore you and keep writing? Or will he stop and take a moment to humor you? He glances up from the report he’s in the middle of making out before setting it face down on his desk so you can’t read it. He puts down his pen. He blinks several times and looks at you with a furrowed brow, not understanding what you’re asking at first or what you’re referring to. “The what? The L, you said?”

You nod. “When we first came in, I noticed a sign on the door outside of your office that reads: L. Renault, Prefect of Police. That must be you, so what does the L in your name stand for? Laurent? Lucien? Léonard?”

“Louis. My first name is Louis.” He then pauses again and, taking a good look at you now, he remembers that you’re indeed a child who probably didn’t mean any harm and was just doing what you believed you needed to in order to survive. He sighs to himself, “God, you can’t be more than fifteen.” You’re not even worth the time and energy of writing a false report. He’ll set the half-written report about you onto the fire and you can both forget about this whole thing. He pulls some banknotes out of his wallet. It’s not much, but it’s the best he can do as a poor and corrupt official. “Go on, child. Take this and go away. Go home to your parents, if you have any.”

You want to, but it’d feel wrong to take money from your father like this. Which reminds you there’s a much more important matter at hand. You ignore the money and rummage through your bag before you pull out the old picture of him and slide it across his desk. He takes it and stares at it, astonished. He hasn’t seen this photo in many, many years. This was taken around the time of World War I, when he was a much younger man and long before he was appointed as Prefect of Police. Where on earth did you get this? You tell him your mother’s name and that you got it from her, without revealing she’s your mother. You’ll get to that little tidbit shortly. One thing at a time. You need to see if he remembers her first and go from there. He remembers her. He remembers her quite well, in fact. She was one of his favorites, maybe the closest he ever came to truly loving a woman. But why would she give this to you?

“She thought I might want to know what my father looked like.” You tell him your name and that you’re your mother’s daughter. Louis stammers and chokes on his words as he tries to force them out. He blinks a few times and shakes his head as his brain processes what you just said. Daughter? Whose daughter? His? He’s…your father? But- he hasn’t- he- No, this is impossible. Must be a mistake. He hits the buzzer on his desk and the door opens. He’s letting you go. You stare at him in equal parts confusion and disappointment. You knew it’d be a lot for him to take in, but this is incredibly awkward and isn’t going as you’d hoped it would.

“Maybe I… Maybe I shouldn’t have come. I mean I can tell this is a big shock for you. I know I’m shocked too and I’ve known about this since I was two. I mean don’t get me wrong, I mean shocked in a good way, as in I’ve only dreamt about this my whole life.” You then think back on the day’s events that brought you here. “Not that exact entrance, of course. I imagined something a little more graceful. I can see now that it was probably a mistake. I shouldn’t have come.” You grab your bag and take back the photo, but Louis gets up as well and follows you out as you leave. He looks lost, as if he’s still trying to catch up and wrap his head around all this new information that’s coming at him all at once. Sorry, did you just say you’ve known about this your whole life? But your mother didn’t feel he deserved the same consideration? How could she keep something like this from him!?

Seeing no other option, Louis stops you and tells you that you’ll be staying with him for the time being. At least until he can do some more digging on you and get to the bottom of this. He needs to find more evidence that’ll corroborate your story before he jumps to conclusions or makes any hasty decisions. It’s not a request. He’s not asking you. It’s very clearly an order from an officer, and you can’t say no or refuse. He makes up the spare guest room at his apartment, but It’s really not much more than a pull out couch and extra pillows, bedsheets and blankets he grabbed from a random closet. They may smell of smoke, but at least they’re clean. It’s the best he can do on such short notice. He has you watched over by some friendly neighbors next door until he can sort out his affairs and return home from work. Your unexpected arrival means he has much more to do tonight than he’d thought. He tells his neighbors to keep a close eye on you and make sure you stay out of trouble. You’re given food, water, whatever you’ll need.

Ever since your sudden appearance, his fellow gendarmes have been rushing around him with folders and stacks of papers in their arms or on the phone, constantly dialing in the hopes of connecting to someone who’ll have information. They’ve been working tirelessly. trying to find whatever they can on you. This is the most serious Louis or any of his officers have ever taken their jobs. They somehow locate the hospital where you were born and have a copy of your birth certificate sent over. It takes a few days but, when it finally arrives, he reads the words on your birth certificate and can see his name written on the line under “Father” clear as day. According to this, you’re his daughter too.

His aide, Lieutenant Casselle, is still a bit skeptical. “All I’m saying, sir, is that before we let this hypothetical daughter blow your law enforcement career completely out of the water, we might consider doing some more checking up on her.”

Louis pours himself a glass of brandy, not nearly as frantic or stressed as the men around him. He’s still in shock but, as Captain, he needs to keep a cool head in this situation. Or maybe it’s the brandy that’s helped calm his nerves over the past few days and made him numb to what’s been happening around him. “Checking up for what?”

“I don’t know. Criminal record, blood type, tattoos…”

“Casselle, we found her birth certificate with my name on it, she has my photograph and she has my eyes!” Louis considers himself a very perceptive person. The more he watched you, the more he saw bits of himself in you, in your personality and mannerisms. Even before your birth certificate was received for confirmation, his instincts were telling him, even unconsciously, that you were his daughter. The only trouble now is that he has no idea how to care for a child, much less his own. You’ve been staying with him for a while, but he’s still not quite sure what to do with you yet. It probably won’t be a good idea to stay in Casablanca, but where to go? Should he send you back home to your mother? It’d be cruel and petty of him to keep you from her in the same way she’s kept you from him all these years. But you came all this way just to find him and, now that he knows you exist, he doesn’t want to lose you.

“Exclusive! Captain Louis Renault in Love Child Shocker!”

“Actually she’s not strictly a love child. Her mother and I were married.” Casselle and the gendarmes choke on their drinks. “I mean, not technically. It was a Bedouin ceremony in Morocco. We planned to make it official as soon as we got back to France after the war was over, but for some reason her mother decided to… Well, anyway, she left.”

All the other officers have retired for the night. He sits alone in the dark behind his desk, the only light coming from a single desk lamp. Louis needs to call your mother in the privacy of his office. He needs to confront her about keeping this secret from him, but he also wants her advice on what to do. He wants to try to win her back and reconcile with her. You’ve told him that your mother never pursued any romantic relationships and doesn’t have a man in her life, but you believe that she’s happy. You can tell she gets lonely sometimes, but you think she’s pretty content with who she is. He’d like to have a chance of getting her back so that the three of you can be a family, but he knows that’s highly unlikely. Too much time has probably passed. So, at the very least, he’d like to come to an agreement regarding you. He hopes for either joint custody or visitation rights. He wants to be in your life, and you want him to be there too.

“Louis. Is she there? Is she all right?”

“Yeah, she’s here. She’s fine. My neighbors are feeding her ancient baklava as we speak. My dear, how could you not tell me I’d fathered a child? You let her show up at my doorstep fifteen years later, unannounced—“

“And what? Put a dent in your law enforcement career? As I recall, you didn’t take your job all that seriously. Or is it that she’s put a damper on your carefree lifestyle as a bachelor?”

“No, that’s not-“

“If you’re afraid of a scandal, procure her an exit visa and send her back on the next plane to Lisbon as you so easily have done for many beautiful women, I’m sure.” The sharpness in your mother’s tone as she speaks in terse sentences isn’t lost on him, but he doesn’t have time to dwell on the venom that laces her voice. She’s missing the point, and he’s frustrated and exhausted at the same time.

“This isn’t about any scandal, this is about finding out I had a daughter for half my life!” He raises his voice, nearly shouting over the line. He then takes the phone away from his ear for a moment as he closes his eyes and rubs the bridge of his nose. He takes a few deep, calming breaths. He thinks he can hear your mother trying to hold in her tears as she sniffles and breathes shakily. Your sudden decision to leave home and journey solo to Casablanca has been just as hard on her as it has been on him. Your mother misses you a great deal and doesn’t know what to do without you, while he is just getting to know you and doesn’t know what to do with you. He picks up the phone again and takes a deep breath to steady himself. He says your mother’s name questioningly, unsure if she’s still there or if she already hung up.

“I didn’t want her to get hurt.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Ask your superiors and your fellow officers. They’ve gotten you this far, haven’t they?” Your mother hangs up the phone, unwilling to elaborate any further.

#captain Louis Renault and daughter reader #Louis Renault and daughter reader #captain Renault and daughter reader #louis renault #captain renault #captain Louis Renault #casablanca #random fic ideas #fic ideas #fic prompt #pls tag me if you’re inspired by this #I’d love to read it

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ao3feed-larry · 2 years ago

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Want you so bad

by ClaraStylinson28

Louis arrives home after a night out and Hazza is feeling a little frisky ;)

Words: 1803, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Riding, harry is a horny bastard, Begging, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink, its mild tho, Harry Styles Thinks Louis Tomlinson is Pretty, Canon Compliant, Shameless Smut, Boys Kissing, scandalous ik, Pet Names, Hot Sex, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Established Relationship, Larry Stylinson Is Real

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thewolvesof1998 · 1 year ago

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hii for the sleepover (i am putting you to WORK)

top 5 buddie headcanons favorite trope the first characters your ever shipped movie recs!!

top 5 buddie headcanons

Eddie loves it when buck info dumps some random facts or a new special interest/hyperfixation, sometimes he doesn’t understand but he always asks questions and is actually interested in what he days-this might be projection because I want someone who would do that with me.

Buck knows Spanish. he can speak a little but he understands a lot and Eddie doesn’t know at first and it isn’t until Buck and Abuela are talking in Spanish that he figures it out (also great if it turns Eddie on or he’s been confessing his love for Buck in Spanish for months now and Buck just thought he meant as a friend because he can never remember if Te Amo or Te Quiero is the romantic one and he’s too scared to look it up.)

Another language one, they have a secret language, whether its just looks or random gestures or half-formed sentences or more defined like using ASL or Morse Code like in my fic Tapping Morse Code into your heart But its there and only they understand it and every time they use it around others it’s just ‘oh they’re being buck&eddie again’

The first time Chris calls Buck dad, he has to excuse himself to go cry, Eddie just follows and comforts him.

Buck and Eddie share everything, clothes, food, lockers, they’ll even be seen drinking out of the same coffee mug. And Eddie being the possessive bastard loves it, especially when Buck smells like him and the shampoo/conditioner/body wash he has to home. Likes when Buck accidentally picks up Eddie’s LAFD shirt or hoodie and how Diaz looks stretched across those board shoulders or hips. Buck loves it because it’s a reminder that he belongs, that Eddie wants him in his life and that he has a home.

favorite trope

Geez I guess I would have to choose the one-bed trope because it can work with other tropes, like friends to lovers or enemies to lovers or fake dating or Forced Proximity etc.

the first characters you ever shipped

Okay so I’m going at this from the angle of ‘I had to be consciously shipping them’, ‘I had to know what shipping meant’ and ‘it can’t be real people’ because otherwise I would say something like Shark Boy and Lava Girl but I was like 8 so I don’t think that really counts (even though I totally wrote fan fiction based on that movie) or Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson. But if we’re going by those rules it would have to be Dean and Cas from Supernatural.

movie recs!!

Okay so I answered that here but here are some more that I love:

To all the boys Ioved before

Spider-Man Home coming

Ready Player One

Thor Ragnarok

LOTR trilogy

Star Wars- But especially Rogue One and Attack of the Clones

Knives out

Top Gun Maverick

Spider-Man No way home

Barbie

Spiderman into the Spider-verse

Don’t Fuck with cats

The Princess Diaries

Charlies Angels (2019)- but mostly because I am in love with Kristen Stewart

Dirty Dancing

Naomi and Ely’s No Kiss List

Isi and Ossi

Pacific Rim

The Proposal

Thanks for you asks xxx

Sleepover asks!

#wolf gets mail #wolf answers

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steampoweredskeletons · 7 months ago

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Pick a song for every letter of your URL

S- St Louis by Moon Hooch

T- Turn Your Back by Billy Talent

E- Eat That Up, It's Good For You by Two Door Cinema Club

A- All I Wanted by Paramore

M- Map of the Problematique by Muse

P- Paper Machete by Queens of the Stone Age

O- O My Heart by Mother Mother

W- Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance

E- Everlong by Foo Fighters

R- Read My Mind by The Killers

E- Easily by Red Hot Chili Peppers

D- Dirty Rotten Bastards by Green Day

S- Somewhere I Belong by Linkin Park

K- Keep Your Hands Off My Girl by Good Charlotte

E- Excuse Me by Nothing But Thieves

L- Lane Boy by Twenty One Pilots

E- eez-eh by Kasabian

T- Twin Skeletons by Fall Out Boy

O- Own My Mind by Måneskin

N- Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley (hahaha fuck you get rickrolled)

S- Satellite by Rise Against

#music #music recs #did you really think you were safe

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— This, but Louis has been talking about his imaginary boyfriend ‘Harry Styles’ (what a ridiculous, clearly made up name) for three years to his pub friends, and is ‘finally’ going to propose this weekend.

It’s a shock to Niall, the newest addition to their Thirsty Thursday group… who’s best friend is Harry Styles.

“Harry Styles, did you say?” Niall asked, leaning his back against the bar. Louis liked him; he was funny, and loud, and told a dirty joke in the first five minutes of their meeting. Plus, he was buying this round, so.

“Mm-hmm,” Louis hummed easily. “Yes, Harry Styles.” And then, to head him off at the pass, he added, with his perfectly practiced soft smile. “Cute name, right? Although, I suppose it’ll be Styles-Tomlinson, if everything goes well this weekend.”

Niall didn’t seem to hear him, which was par for the course with the lads at the pub. His brow furrowed. “Harry Styles? From Cheshire?”

“Er…” Yeah. Louis supposed his made up soon to be fiancé could be from Cheshire. “Yeah. Yes,” he said, with a definitive nod. He needed to wade into safer territory. “Tall, green eyes,” he lied with practiced ease, adjectives purposefully nondescript. “Went to University of Manchester.”

Nothing he hadn’t mentioned to the rest of the lads before, he noted inwardly, proud of himself for keeping those facts straight.

“Son of a bit—” Niall swore, startling Louis with the force of it. Staring back at Louis with unexplained betrayal all over his face, he said, “My bastard of a best friend kept a boyfriend from me for three years, and now he’s getting married?”

#iaw fic prompt #different kind of fake relationship #Louis is in trouble

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imthebadguyyy · 3 years ago

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maybe something like interviewer asking her sexist questions and the boys stand up for her , after that interview she feels insecure and the boys comfort her . that's just an idea you don't have to write it !! <33

I hope you like it, and I'm so sorry about the delay 😭 I couldn't find my footing with this one, and I hope it's what you wanted ! Have a lovely day 💙

The One Where They're There For Her

Pairing - One Direction x Reader (6thmember!female!reader)

Fandom - One Direction (Directioners)

Summary - A particularly sexist interview decides to reduce you to just a sexual being and makes no effort to hide his misogyny. But the boys are there to support you.

Warnings - sexualization of the lgbt community, sexist comments, swearing, (honestly I hated myself for writing some of the comments here,and I'm so sorry)

Being a part of the biggest band in the world comes with certain responsibilities. Not responsibilities that come along with signing a recording contract, but those that a person deems themselves responsible for. For example, as the only female in a boyband, a female with a fanbase as large as yours, you took it upon yourself to always stand up for what's right, and to be an ally for the causes close to your heart.

That meant that your social media was often flooded with information about important causes, or your opinions on issues like feminism. Was it always well received? Heck no. There were people filled your feed with hate and comments calling you the most horrible names and labelling you a 'man hater' and a 'bitch' But you didn't let it get to you. On most days. On days like today, it was all you could do to keep it together. It had been a tiring few days, touring, recording, performing and doing an endless amount of interviews and photoshoots. It was safe to say you were on the last of your nerves, having battled your way through a makeup artist who had insisted on pointing out your flaws and had used a shit ton of makeup to cover them up. You had battled a photographer who had not hesitated to tell you that if you didn't look more feminine people would think you were turning into a man.

Before you could retaliate, Paul had dragged him away and told management to cancel the photoshoot, and find another photographer before grabbing the six of you some sandwiches and had let you all go back for a quick power nap at the hotel. Then in about half an hour he had woken you up, to get you ready for another interview. That's how you were here, in a white jumpsuit and a black blazer jacket, paired with black heels. Another day, another interviewer that got on your nerves. But this one, this one was different. This interviewer was different, but also the same. Another misogynistic man who thought he was entitled to stare at your ass and cleavage, and eye fuck you as you settled into a seat in between Niall and Zayn.

Settling in, you crossed one knee over the other, plastering a fake smile onto your face, as the man leaned back in his chair, throwing you a sleazy smirk. Noticing the look, Zayn shifted so you were out of view of the interviewer, but in view of the audience. It was in moments like this that you were a 100× more grateful to have your boys. They were well aware of how sleazy some interviewers could be, having had plenty of experience with them, and Zayn and Louis in particular were very protective about the way you were treated. Squeezing your thigh softly, he leaned back a little, lips settling into a thin line as he looked at the interviewer with a cold look. A little behind, Louis threw the interviewer a dirty look.

"So, One Direction! Congratulations on the album, as you all know its out on November the 22nd, with eighteen new songs, including the singles Night Changes and Steal My Girl Speaking of stealing girls, do you think I could steal your number Y/N? And may I mention, you look ver, very hot in that outfit" The interviewer joked, throwing you what he thought was a sexy smirk. (P.S - it wasn't) Answering with an awkward laugh, you shook your head, as Niall tensed up beside you. "Aww come on, your'e a pretty girl, I'm a handsome guy, let's go out sometime" he pressed on, ignoring the growing anger in Harry's eyes. "That's umm, nice. But no thanks, I'm not going to go out with you" was your answer, as you pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. Picking up on your nervous tic, Zayn moved his hand to rest on your knee, stopping it from bouncing up and down.

"Aww come on baby, what is it? You like girls or something? Because I wouldn't mind being a part of that action either" the sleazebag chuckled, ignoring the disgusted look Liam sent his way. "That's rude" Liam said, while Zayn tightened his grip on your knee. "Oh come on lads, are you telling me the idea doesn't appeal to you? Two women together, mm, makes me all excited just thinking about it, especially if one of them's Y/N" That comment was all it took for Louis to stand up, turning to the man and saying in a voice much rougher than his usual voice, "Alright, that's fuckin' enough, what the fuck is actually wrong with you?" he was backed up by Liam, who stood up, going to tower over the interviewer, whose eyes had lost some of the sleazy look in them. "All you've done since we walked in here is make those disgusting comments about Y/N, and it's sickening. Have some fucking respect" he practically spat.

Behind him, Zayn took your hand in his and pulled you to your feet, noticing the slight glossiness in them, leading you back to the dressing rooms, while Niall, Liam, Louis and Harry stayed back to continue to snap at the interviewer. "That is no way to treat a woman, and not only are you disrespecting her, you also made those god awful events about seeing women together. Your'e a shame to every single person in this room by talking like that" Harry continued, glancing over his shoulder to check if you were okay.

"And no, it doesn't excite us, because we are not assholes, and you are, a disgusting sleaze who does not deserve the job he has. Fuckin loser" Niall chimed in, standing up and storming out. Louis stood up as well, turning to directly face the cameras and the cameramen and sound technicians, who had all looked shocked when the man had made his comments towards you. "I sure as hell hope you have that on record, so you can see just how fucking sexist this industry is to women. Y/N does the same job as us, works just as hard and has the same number of awards, nominations, and records and yet you decide to only focus on her body, clothes, love life and sexuality. Get a fucking life" he spat at the camera, before walking away himself, eventually followed by Harry and Liam, who apologized to the outraged fans before leaving themselves. As they made their way to the dressing rooms they could hear the audience telling the interviewer to apologize to you, their anger at the way you were treated echoing through the building.

Walking in, Harry caught sigh of you curled up in one of the armchairs, with Louis sitting beside you, while Niall and Zayn talked to a furious Paul. "He had no damn right to treat her like shite, and you need to make sure that he knows those comments were un-fuckin-acceptable" Niall was saying, looking angrier than Harry had ever seen him. "And to make those sickening comments about wanting to get action? Can't we sue him for something?" Was Zayn's reply, glancing over his shoulder at you to make sure you were still okay. "We can't sue him, atleast I don't think we can, but I'll have someone let the smug bastard know that he needs to learn how to respect a woman" Paul said, before leaving the room to give the six of you some time together before you had to head back to the hotel.

"How're you feeling darling?" Louis said, moving over and patting your knee so you moved. "I'm okay" you mumbled back, letting Louis settle in next to you, leaning back to rest on his chest. "He had no fuckin right to say any of that, and don't you let it trouble you for a second" Zayn added, pouring out a cup of tea for you and for Louis and Harry. "I don't care about what he said, I couldn't care less, but it was just so frustrating, sitting there and listening to him just sexualize a whole community of people. You've got to be in a really sad place to think of shit like that. That's what annoyed me. You think I give a damn about what he said about my clothes or wanting to take me out on a date? It was the way he was talking, like he was sure any woman would be glad to have him that irked me. He's really tiresome" was your reply, as you reached forward for a sip of your tea. "That's the right attitude love. Haters gonna hate" Harry said.

"I know that. But I just wish I could punch him once, which sounds mean, but he does kind of deserve it" Niall said, earning a laugh from you. Niall was never usually aggressive, and even now, he wasn't particularly rude but it was rare to see him wanting to punch someone. "It's okay Niall, you don't have to. I can do it myself, but I won't" you replied, leaning up to squeeze his hand. "Besides, Ni, if you went and punched him, I'd do it too, and then we'd all go to jail" Liam chimed in, scrolling through his twitter. "Twitter isn't happy either babe. #stopsexualization and #Y/Ndeservesbetter is trending already" he added, showing you his phone. "If it means some of these sexist asses get their heads out of the sand, I'm happy. But I dont want to to think about it now" you replied, cuddling closer to the warmth radiating from Louis's body.

"Okay, we won't talk about it. Do you want to go back to the hotel?" Harry asked, standing up and walking to the door "No I want to go to Nando's. Anybody else hungry?" You asked, to nods of assent from the boys. "I'm starving. Those stupid sandwiches didn't fill me up at all" Zayn said, standing up to grab his coat and wallet. "I know and I'm craving some hot Peri Peri chicken with some fries. Do you think they'd let me put the lemon and herb sauce on the fries?" You asked, standing up yourself, earning a laugh from Louis. "Your'e an international superstar babe, I think they'd give you some lemon herb sauce" Liam joked.

Laughing, the six of you made your way to the car, with Harry and Niall squishing you in between them, as Louis sat in the back with Liam, and Zayn sat in the front with Paul (he was driving thank GOD) "I'm proud of you darling" Harry chimed in suddenly. "I am too" Niall added. "You know I am" Louis said, before Liam added "Always babe" and Zayn turned to smile at you before adding, "We are all proud of you, and we always will be, not only because you do a damn good job of not listening to the haters, but because you do what you think is right" "Awh come on, your'e gonna make me cry" you mumbled, leaning into Niall's shoulder. "Almost makes me feel bad for teasing you about having an extremely low spice tolerance the last time we were at Nando's Haz" you smirked, earning a roar of laughter from the boys.

"That chicken was spicy love!" "It was lemon and herb with no peri peri!" "And it was spicy!"

And just like that, you were back to messing around with each other. Sleazy interviewers would come and go, but your boys were always there to support you. Always.

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A/N - Thanks for reading ! I'd also like to apologize on the behalf of this fictitious interviewer I made up, I felt so bad while writing some of this 😭 anyways, I hope this is what you wanted! Enjoy !

Tags - @zaynkissbot @gucci-hazza @bxtchboy69

#one direction x reader #one direction x sixth member #one direction imagines #one direction fanfiction #one direction #harry styles x reader #liam payne x reader #louis tomlinson x reader #niall horan x reader #zayn malik x reader #imthebadguyyytags #harry styles #niall horan #liam payne #louis tomlinson #zayn malik

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stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale · 3 years ago

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Can we take a moment to talk about what a tragic character Minerva is? Y’all know that for the longest time I haven’t been the biggest fan of her, and honestly I’m still not? but I think I might’ve had a breakthrough on why that is.

Whenever I’ve asked around to see why people find her so appealing or why they consider her their favorite, I’ll get answers like, “she’s such a complex character and she deserved a redemption arc!” or “she should’ve come back to the school with us! Let Minnie be happy, you cowards! Telltale did her dirty! I could write paragraph after paragraph about her!” all sorts of things along those lines… but like, no one seems to want to actually talk about her. I find that interesting? Since when I do follow up with a “care to explain further?” I get nothing. Radio static. Like…. no, talk to me please, I just wanna understand-

Minerva within the context of TFS is such a tragedy. She grew up in a school for troubled youth where all the adults left them for death at the start of the breakout, they had walkers trying to eat the living all around them, and I’m sure she saw her fair share of traumatic violence and despair… but on the bright side, she always had her twin sister, Sophie, and little brother, Tenn. She had her friend and eventual girlfriend, Violet. She had music, and a dorm full of pretty paintings done by Sophie. She and Louis composed a song together to make everyone feel better. There are worse places to live than the school.

Then one day she got traded away to a bunch of raiders against her will, having no idea what the hell these people were gonna do to her and Sophie. They were made to be soldiers to fight in a war that had nothing to do with them. The delta fucking broke her. If we’re to believe Lilly’s story about the twins, they started their brainwashing process early on when Sophie was still alive, and it seems like Minerva was easier to control as Sophie was still planning a way out and causing trouble. Then, when Sophie convinced her to steal a boat and get the hell out, they got caught and the delta forced her to murder her own twin sister.

Like…. I’m sorry, not only did Minerva kill her own sister, but she was made to believe that was the right thing to do? That line she says about how she had to prove her loyalty to the place she calls home? That shit’s ingrained in her brain, you can tell that isn’t the first time she’s heard or said that very thing. That is what made her family to the delta. Delta is her home now, her family. Sophie was just a thing that needed to be dealt with. You keep your head down, do as you’re told, and you survive. You survive and you get to go home, eat a hot meal, take a shower, and be with your delta family. If not, you end up like Sophie.

What’s also fucked is that Minerva actually cares about these people now. Think about that. After everything they did to her and made her do, she’s been trained to see them as her family and obey. When you save Louis and he kills Dorian, Minerva actually cries out and is visibly hurt by her death. When she’s with the other raiders on land, she's screaming at walkers to get away from them. She cares about the people who made her kill Sophie… and no one ever talks about that??

She fucking hates Clementine. Clementine is just another thing in Minnie’s way. I know the part of the fandom likes to ship these two together and they think it’s hot when they fight and shit, but within the canon text, Minerva wants Clementine gone. Dead. She is the thing stopping her from having her old family merge with her new family. If Clementine hadn’t made them fight, they all would’ve been captured and they’d all be a delta family now. She would’ve had Tenn back.

Clementine is the problem, she made everyone fight back and that’s why people are dead. Minerva hates her for it… it’s not a “I hate you but like the sexual tension, y’know?” that I see people pretend it is, it’s “you are ruining everything and if I have to, I will kill you myself and I won’t give a second thought about it when they toss your body overboard.”

Like….. seriously, think about how fucked up all of this is. Minerva is a husk of who she was before she was taken away. Sure, you do have to keep in mind that when Tenn and Violet are describing her, their sights are a bit clouded, y’know? But I do believe that she was someone who was kind and cared about people, she wanted to make people feel safe and comforted.

Now she’s a brainwashed soldier who won’t help the people she used to call friends when they’re about to get limbs cut off. She won’t hesitate to knock someone unconscious or threaten a child. She’s willing to trick them into being captured with no regard for what’s going to happen to them. … all she knows is this was the mission, and now they all get to be together again back at the delta.

Then when she finds out there’s a bomb on the boat, she ditches Violet to blow up with it in order to make it to land herself. She loses her shit seeing everyone die and gets her face chewed off by a walker… and then she tries to blow Clementine and AJ up with a grenade.

Oh, and who can forget the fact that she tracks the group down with plans of murdering Tenn so that they can go to a better place together? And she’ll take down anyone who gets in her way?

Like….. jesus christ, Minerva’s waaaaay too far gone. It’s awful.

I think that’s what stumps me about why she’s so loved in the way that she is. It’s not that I don’t understand why she’s complex and well-written, I get that perfectly fine. She’s a compelling character study when you comb over all her scenes and take different factors into account.

What I don’t understand is why we tend to just throw everything interesting about her away? For what?

These days, I never see anyone talking about any of this unless they’re insisting she deserved a redemption arc which…. Eh, I’ll touch on this later. What I mostly see here and mostly other platforms is how great it would be if she and Clementine made out, or hey what if she and Violet got back together if she did come back to the school? Or they just….the best term I have for this is “uwu-ify.” As in she’s reduced to a caricature of a tall, pretty, mean, white lesbian who has “good damage.”

People insist that Telltale are cowards or bastards because their predictions of her turning on the delta to save Clem and crew didn’t happen. Instead, Minerva ends up being the final baddie you gotta get away from, and she ends up taking someone down with her. But did you really expect to just do a 180 and suddenly decide being brainwashed for over a year was lame and Clementine and friends are cool? Gonna help them out and be with Tenn again? Sure, there’s some left over trauma but love conquers and fixes everything, right?

Uh…. no? That’s not how people work? Honestly, if we entertain the idea that Minerva wasn’t bit and somehow didn’t murder Clementine when they all got back to the school…. romance is the last thing she is ever gonna think of??

I think that’s what bothers me most when reading these au’s and rants about redemption and the entire idea of clemerva as a whole. It’s the same thing that I see happen with Violet- Minerva only has value to fans if she’s in a wlw relationship. By herself, she doesn’t matter. They don’t care about her canon story, they don’t care about Sophie, they don’t care about discussing what could’ve happened if she and Tenn reunited under better circumstances or had a healing recovery together. But why?

Throwing a girlfriend at her isn’t some band aid that’s gonna cover up all the bad she went through?? Having an enemies to lovers romance with Clementine isn’t going to fix a years worth of brainwashing, trauma or the fact that she murdered her own sister and the delta told her she's proved her worth to them??

Having the support of those around her is a good thing, don’t get me wrong. The idea of the Ericson crew as a whole trying to help her out and do the best they can to accommodate her is bittersweet since there’s only so much they can do. They’re not trained therapists, which is what Minerva would need and plenty of years ahead of her to work through and come to terms with everything that happened as well as taking steps forward. I’m not saying that she shouldn’t have friends or that she couldn’t have a healthy romantic relationship someday... but that isn’t the solution, y’know?

I don’t know how else to explain this, but it makes me feel weird that all of this stuff is flat out overlooked or doesn’t appear to matter to fans of her.

Look, I get it. We all want these characters to be happy. AU’s are a thing, after all. Sometimes we want to forget about the bad things and focus on the good that bring us comfort. You wanna gush about the idea of an AU where the twins never got traded, the raiders didn’t exist, and Clementine got to meet them the way they were before? I feel that, AU’s are super comforting and fun to explore, and my point isn’t to try and shame anyone who has an AU you like this.

Hell, you think I don’t have days where I pretend mute Louis isn’t a thing because the whole concept of Louis having his tongue cut out of his mouth breaks my fucking heart? No, lot’s of days I just want to forget everything about that route, I want to set aside all the bad and just intake as much clouis fluff as I can get…. But that doesn’t mean I always ignore or refuse to acknowledge the bad just because I don’t like it. I fucking hate the fact that Louis loses his tongue when you don’t save him, but guess what? That’s a canon route you can play, just like any other route, and the possibilities that come with a mute Louis are vast and compelling.

This is how it is for me… my favorite characters are my favorite for a reason, and I take all the bad with the good. Louis isn’t perfect, and I don’t want him to be. I was to dive into his backstory about why did that to his parents, I like to talk about what he went through with Marlon’s murder and his feelings about AJ and Clementine at the point, I like to view his love of music as bittersweet. He can stand on his own, and while he is a love interest for Clementine, that isn’t his only purpose.

I know everyone’s different, they express their love for characters in their own ways, but I do have a genuine question: do you guys actually like Minerva?

Believe it or not, I’m not trying to step on toes or make everyone feel defensive which I know is how people will react to this. “You’re just saying all of this to make us feel bad for shipping clemerva! You don’t even like Minnie so you don’t get to say shit!” yeah yeah, I hear you and look, it’s true that she’s not my favorite character. I know I’ve said I hate her in the past but upon reflection and throwing out fandom interpretations.... I don’t hate her. I get it now. She’s a great character study to dissect and analyze and I think she deserves more than what the writers and the fandom have given her.

And yeah, what I do hate is clemerva, and I’ve explained why. It’s not for me, it makes me uncomfortable, but at the end of the day, who cares? Me not liking it doesn’t mean anything to those who create AU’s for them. They have their reasons, they can do as they please as long as they’re not hurting anyone. I’m just here pointing out things I see and things that bother me in hopes of starting a discussion.

There’s my ramble about Minerva. I’m gonna go make some tea now.

#twdg minerva #twdg clementine #twdg sophie #twdg tenn #twdg violet #twdg louis #twdg marlon #twdg lilly #twdg aj #twdg

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twopoppies · 4 years ago

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do you have any cheating fics?

I really don’t have many but here’s what I can suggest:

babydoll blues by devilinmybrain / @thedevilinmybrain (E, 112K) At last, the full-fledged, dirty, sugar baby fic we needed. Harry's character is so layered and so beautifully drawn, I just fell in love with him. Louis is sexy and powerful and also tender and sweet, just how I imagine the actual Louis to be. This author wrote one of my favorite fics of 2021, so I was really excited to dive into this one. They really know how to set a scene and draw you in to their characters. Scorching smut scenes, excellent use of side characters, and some angst that fully made me cry. Definitely worth a read!

i can’t wait to see what you find by enbyharry / @non-binharry (E, 13K) This is such a well-written exploration of gender, independence, and intimacy. I thought the shift from Louis being a separate third part of a couple’s dynamic, to falling for Harry, himself, was handled very smoothly and I particularly loved the development of Harry’s character as he opened up and let Louis see more of who he was.

like a bastard on the burning sea by vashtaneradas (NR, 21K) Heartbreaking, perfect writing. So well written that the fandom hated real life Harry for a while after this was posted.

we can only look behind by @hereforlou (M, 66K) Absolutely gorgeous writing. Childhood friends to lovers fic that made me cry multiple times (Yes, I was a mess). This one had such realistic expression of emotions and such three-dimensional characterizations. Just loved it. Link is to a download.

Tigers Play Too Rough by Blake (E, 6K) Very early X Factor days with two awkward, horny boys just figuring out they want to be together. Beautifully written, as always, with a touch of kink discovery and a lot of flirting.

The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea by @kingsofeverything (E, 110K) I haven’t read this, but a few friends I trust really liked it. Here’s the summary:

Louis’ life is steady and calm, moored by his marriage, and tied to his hometown, but after a chance encounter with another man, it’ll never be the same.

#cheating fics #my fic rec #Larry fic rec

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angsty-omi · 4 years ago

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pull the trigger.

CEO!Akaashi x Agent!Reader

synopsis: You were assigned to kill one of the richest businessmen in Japan, Akaashi Keiji. How? by getting close to him. By pretending to be an innocent, naive little girl. By pretending you actually enjoy his company. By pretending that you actually loved him. The plan was simple enough, and if you were successful, you’d be rich enough to retire for yourself and your future grandchildren. So, what happens when you couldn’t pull the trigger? Even worse, why didn’t he flinch?

“Agent Y/N, you’ve been assigned.” your boss notified.

It’s been so long since you had been assigned. After you accidentally blew up the evidence last mission, your boss hasn’t been to keen depending on you. This was music to your ears, so what did you do? Jumped gleefully and instinctively squeezed your boss. You realized what you were doing and how unprofessional it was, so you slowly latched off of her. Your boss just coughed awkwardly before she began, “This assignment is a big one, meaning there must be no flaws to this plan. One mistake and you’re done for, literally.” ending with a slit-throat gesture. You were confident in your skills, and aside from that one mission, everyone depended on you. No wonder why your boss came to you for this. You glad-fully shook her hand, in which expressed your disparity for a new high.

To start, you had to change your look a bit. See, you researched Akaashi Keiji, from his likes and dislikes to his convictions. Every conviction he got away with money. Dirty bastard. Every single job left you guilt-less because you knew these people were corrupt and somehow reasoned that your job was ethical. First, you started with a trim. Your split ends would’ve definitely caught the eyes of the girls from his front desk. Then, you used the budget money for this mission to buy luxury items. From Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Hermes, was this really for the mission or for yourself? No one really knows. Finally, and most importantly, you had to snatch a job as his personal assistant. The organization already falsified documents for you. After today, you go by ‘Akiyama Ami.’ As you walked out of your office, your coworkers couldn’t even recognize you. One even put a gun to your head, and having to state who you are.

You smirked, “Matsuda, I am deeply saddened if this is how you treat your advisor,” whispering in his ear.

“Senior Y-Y/N?,” he stuttered, putting his gun away immediately. You grabbed his arm and forcefully pushing it to his back, “please make sure you never make that mistake again,” you stated.

“Y/N, leave him alone already,” a voice joked.

You knew that voice. It was your long time partner, Atsumu. From when you both were rookies, you guys worked cases together quite often. Never more than that.

“Atsumu, this is my first case without you... aren’t you going to miss me?” you pouted.

“Don’t give me that look, idiot. Be safe out there okay? I can’t always save your ass like from that time you exploded our only evidence.” he shook his head in disappointment.

You punched his shoulder, and he ‘over-dramatically’ ached in pain. “I’ll be fine, Atsumu. Plus our person literally looks like a prissy privileged boy, doesn’t he?” you pulled up Akaashi’s Business Insider profile. For the next ten minutes, you guys were bullying the hell out of him. Until finally, you had to go. Your cab was already ready for you, so you hugged Atsumu goodbye. Platonically, you always thought you’d get married to him. He was handsome, strong, and witty. And he knew your job situation, so you never would have to feel judgement from him.

From the cab ride, you got to fly in a private jet. There, was your boss, two intelligent analysis, and a linguist. This was your team, and who’d you tell your intel to. The whole flight consisted of breaking down the plan, even down to what time you have to walk in the elevator. The destination was in Tokyo, where Akaashi’s main headquarters lived.

“I’ve made an appointment for your job interview,” One of them said.

“Here’s your resume,” The other said.

As you skimmed through, you spit your drink.

“I can speak more than five languages?!” your eyes widened.

“壊れた日本語で話せます” you quoted.

“What does that mean?” your boss asked looking at you surprisingly.

“It means I can only speak broken Japanese,” you nervously scratched your head.

“It wouldn’t matter, the job application is asking for english-speakers” the linguist stated.

As the plane started to screech, due to the wheels contact with concrete, you knew it was your time to shine. You practiced all your lines during the flight, so confidence soared through your body. On sight, there was a limo waiting for you. You waved goodbye to your team, and entered the lanky vehicle.

The condominium the organization gave you was luxurious, their budget must’ve been high-grade. Broad birched doors, huge window panels that let in a lot of natural light, and a master bedroom. Your first move was to jump on the feather-light bed. Your feet sunk deep into the mattress every hop. Leaving you tired, you went straight to sleep.

Today was your job interview. Even though everything was fake, you couldn’t help but feel nervous. If you didn’t go down the agency path, is this what you would’ve felt as a normal person? While the coffee was brewing, you decided to look at your grand closet, not knowing what to wear. There was already an outfit set out for you. With it, there was a note:

Good luck! ;) -Atsumu

As you read it, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. The outfit he picked wasn’t even that bad. It was an emerald green two-piece, with a pale blouse underneath.

“Not so bad,” you thought, while looking at yourself in the mirror.

There, stood the building where the infamous person lived worked. Heels tapping the black marble, you stood in front of the front desk. The girls that worked there looked roughly young, around their early 20s. As they stared at you up and down, you could feel their judgement.

“Welcome to Fukurodani Headquarters, how may we help you?” One girl asked.

“Hi, I’m Akiyama Ami, I’m actually applying for the personal assistant job. Where could I meet my interviewer?” You warmly asked.

The girls bursted into laughter. What was so funny? Did you miss out on the joke?

“Excuse us, its just... that’s one way to call Akaashi Keiji,”

“Akaashi Keiji... is the interviewer? That’s even more stressful than a random person. It does make sense though, as a personal assistant there should be a close relationship,” you sighed.

“Close relationship? Please, you’ll be lucky if you can even give him coffee. Get in line.” The front desk scoffed in agreement with each other.

“That’s enough,” a voice commanded.

“Are you Akiyama Aki? I’m ready for you.”

Your face went pale. As you slowly turned around, there he was. The man himself, Akaashi Keiji. As an agent, you’ve went through strenuous training, so from the outside you looked relaxed as ever, but on the inside the butterflies in your stomach started awakening. He was a very attractive man after all.

“You must be Mr. Akaashi, let’s begin!” you enthusiastically smiled, while following him into his office.

“So Akiyama, tell me about yourself?” Akaashi read off a list.

“Well I was born in the states, but my parents are foreign. They enforced me to take a lot of language classes, hence why I know quite a lot.” You were dying inside. It was a half-true statement though, you were from the states and your parents are foreign.

“It says you speak French, Aimez-vous boire l'eau des toilettes?” He smirked.

You had no idea what he just said. The silence was deafening, so you just laughed it off. You’ve been told your laugh is very contagious, so you used that to your benefit. Your laughter increased, his did too.

After you both calmed down, he continued with his next question, “Out of all of the candidates, why should I hire you?”

“Well I guess my stats match up with everyone else, but what’s not on the textbook is my characteristics. I am dependable, calm, and honestly easy to work with. I will do my best to help you any way I can, and keep your stress levels at ease.” You smiled with confidence.

“Any way huh?” Akaashi whispered to himself. You acted like you didn’t hear his whisper. As an agent it was also one of your many talents to keep an ear out for anything.

“Akiyama, congratulations! you’ve gotten the job.” Akaashi put his hand out.

“R-r-really? That was only two questions” you tilted your head to the side. You could feel his glare as a response.

“Well, thank you anyways! My parents will be pleased.” you gushed as you shook his calloused hands. Parents? Please, more like your boss. You swore you could hear a ‘cha-ching’ sound effect in your head.

Over the next couple of months, you’ve been working under Akaashi. If he was staying up til’ 2 AM at the office, so were you. Continuously brewing coffee, while also printing papers, and keeping him company.

However, one day the routine changed. Prior to this day, your boss had just kept you up for the next order, so you were extremely tired. During the 2 AM session, your eyes slowly started to drift off, feeling the wave of drowsiness pound into your head. Akaashi walked into your office and was going to ask you for copies, until he saw you sleeping head down on your desk. At first, he was going to viciously shake you awake, but seeing your dainty face in the moonlight he couldn’t bring himself to. This was the first time he saw you vulnerable. Typically, when he would ask if you were tired, you would just shake it off with a bright smile. However, he knew. He could tell that you were pushing for him. So, he draped over his blazer around you, in hopes to insulate some warmth and went back to his office. Minutes later, you jerked yourself awake. You felt a strange piece of clothing around you, so you pinched at it while analyzing. Does it look like a weapon? No. Does it have any toxins? No. Could this harm you in any way, shape, or form? It honestly just looked like a plain blazer you thought. As you checked the shoulder pocket, there was an ID.

“Akaashi’s jacket huh?” you said to yourself, not even noticing the smile that crept up on your face. As soon as you caught yourself, you immediately slapped your face. Oh no. Quickly, you sent a picture of the ID, so that the agency can create a replica for future secret documents and shoved it back inside.

Knocking at the entrance to his office, he looked up at you with bagged eyes. His sleepiness radiated off of him, so you did what you promised on the first day-- relieve his stress levels. You pulled down the shutters of his clear office so no one could look in. In addition, setting up the couch to where there was a pull up bed under it.

“Miss Akiyama, if you’re trying to seduce me you could’ve just said so,” He flirtatiously grinned. You rolled your eyes in response, and grabbed him to the bed.

“I like where this is going, Ami, I didn’t think you were so bold.”

“Just shut up and get some rest, I’ll appoint some things out so your projects aren’t due.”

As he opened his mouth, you anticipated that he was for sure going to deny. However, no words came out of his mouth, instead he grabbed your wrists and pulled you onto the bed with him.

“I’ll accept, on the conditions that you, too get some rest.”

Too tired to argue, you complied. As you both fell asleep, with his arms wrapped around you.

a/n: i was planning on making this a one shot but i feel like this might be a multiple part-er(?)

#haikyuu angst #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fluff #hq akaashi #akaashi x reader #akaashi fluff

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stripper-patrick · 4 years ago

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Speak to me 🤫 Chris Evans

Warnings: smut, language, daddy kink, straight up nastiness, choking, reverse cowgirl, spanking, dirty talk, silent treatment, dom!Chris, eating cat from da back, heel fetish, daddy kink

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou @eclecticblkgirl

Relationship: Chris Evans x black plus sized reader

“Hello” Chris pulls out his iPhone answering the incoming call “hey Scott what’s up” I’m laying on the bed on my phone when I perk up hearing Chris say “yea I’m free” this bastard

“No the hell you aren’t” I sit up crossing my legs

“Yea that sounds great I’ll meet you there” he looks at me, my face is painted with anger and frustration. I’ve been trying to plan this dinner with him at this new restaurant called Yard House but they’ve been booked since they first opened. Now tonight when I finally get us a reservation he makes plans with his brother. He got me fucked up.

Chris hangs up and I turn my head waiting for an explanation “honey I’m sorry but it’s Scott”

“Are you deadass? I told you I couldn’t get ahold of this restaurant for weeks and the second I make us a reservation you go and agree to plans with your brother” I’m furious at the moment “you know what go head”

“Y/N”

“Go” I yell. He sighs rubbing his eyes as I turn around going back on my phone. Chris leaves the room and I groan. I proceed to the shower turning it on rolling my eyes. The hot water runs down my back ultimately giving me time to think.

....

I’m woken up to the front door opening and shutting. I grab my phone seeing the picture of Chris flash on my lock screen and the time reads back 4am. I have 4 messages and 5 phone calls all from him. The door opens and I can see the tall figure moving around shimmying off his clothes.

“Hey babe” I roll my eyes turning on my stomach clutching the pillow. I hear a deep sigh come from Chris’ mouth “baby girl I’m sorry I know how important that dinner was to you” He slides in the bed next to me and his hand rests on my butt but I’m quick to move it “don’t touch me” I scoot closer to the edge closing my eyes hearing one last sigh before I drift to sleep.

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The sun bleeds into the room brightening it up causing me to open my eyes. I get up and go to the bathroom doing my business and completing my morning facial routine. Washing my face, moisturizer, and toner. I walk out the bathroom and slip into some leggings, and a low cut crop top. I have a nail appointment today and I’m debating on making him pay just for fucking with me but I can’t allow myself to do that.

I step out of the room, the bright sun illuminating the hallway and I descend downstairs where I smell bacon and waffles cooking. I go into the kitchen crossing my arms watching him put strawberries in the batter. My favorite.

“Morning princess” I mumble sitting at the island and he sets a plate in front of me. His pretty blue eyes bore into mine just silently begging me to say something

“I’m sorry how many times do I have to say it?” He asks. I cut up my waffles and pour syrup on them without even glancing his way. I know this is torturing him. To go from talking and laughing one day to not speaking at all is destroying him especially when we live in the same household. I take a bite of the warm breakfast almost moaning at the taste. Damn he put his foot in these. “Why are you all dressed up?”

“Nails” I huff

“Ah I’m going with you”

“No you’re not”

“I am and I’m paying for them and while we’re at it we can go to the mall” I roll my eyes and he smirks sitting next to me digging into his plate “what will it take for you to speak to me baby doll. I’ll do anything” a smirk appears on my lips but I keep quiet.

“You know what fine” the rest of the breakfast is filled with silence and he takes my plate cleaning it.

I sit on the couch flipping through channels as Chris disappears upstairs. Finally some peace and quiet. The tv gets boring so I turn it off and go on my phone. After about 20 minutes of scrolling I look at the time seeing I should bust a move if I wanna make it to the nail salon on time.

I stand up and walk to the door leaving. I get into my car turning on the air immediately. Chris jogs out and opens the driver door “what are you doing?” I question

“Get out”

“I don’t have time for this I’m gonna be late then I have to pay a late fee”

“Get. Out” I huff taking off my seatbelt and getting out the car. Chris gets in the drivers seat and nudges too the passenger seat “you aren’t going with me”

“Y/N I won’t tell you again” his deep voice sends a heartbeat to my core but I can’t fold like this. I groan stomping to the passenger side. He gets out opening the door for me and I swing my legs inside as he shuts it. Chris gets back in the drivers seat and putting his seatbelt on before pulling off.

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After getting my NAILS done we ended up at the mall but I still haven’t said one word to him. I’ve kept to myself and haven’t touched him or even looked his way. This may seem extensive but he needs to understand that I deserve some time with him as well. “Babydoll lets go in here” swinging his bags in his hand he takes me in the Louis Vuitton store. I set my eyes on this beautiful bag and I see some shoes I adore.

“I’m gonna step out real fast here” he hands me his credit card and I snatch it. I’ll teach his ass a lesson. I grab the bag and the shoes in my size taking them to the register. I use his card to pay for the stuff then head across the way to Prada where I find another gorgeous purse. I grab that but I don’t see anything else I want so I just check that out. The next store I walk to is Dior where I see some cute blue and orange slides and a beautiful gold necklace. The problem is it’s 2,000 dollars and I’ve already spent at least a grand. I think about Chris and he would be somewhat upset but I’m upset at the moment so he’ll be fine.

I grab the necklace and shoes taking them to the register. I use his card and the transaction completes. The woman hands me my bags and I smile thanking her. I walk out of the store and see Chris coming back. Poker face is on.

“I got a call from the bank saying my card was nearly shut off because they thought someone stole it. You spent about 10 grand”

“Oops” I stand up and he takes all my bags from me.

“It’s time to go let’s go” I stand my ground folding my arms again

“I wanna keep shopping”

“Any other day would’ve been a smooth yes, anything to get you to talk to me but today is not the day. Let’s. Go” he says sternly

“No” Chris adjusts the bags on his arms and grabs me by my arm pulling me along outside. I let my arm go once we get in the car. He sets the bags in the trunk and I get in.

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We get home and I walk through the double doors. He sets the bags in the living room and I go upstairs not allowing another word to be said. I strip down bare and get under the navy blue fitted sheets and comforter taking a deep breath before I feel myself drift to sleep.

...

I hear feet shuffling into the room and I see Chris dressed in a fitted black button, dark jeans, and Stacey Adams paired with a gold bracelet and a watch on his wrist. I notice he decorated my choker.

“princess” I’m still mad at him for last night and haven’t talked to him the whole day. I groan pushing my arms above my head stretching my limbs before swinging my legs off the bed letting them dangle. “Y/N get dressed and ready” he speaks again this time more stern. I’ll admit it turned me on. I stare at him and huff “Do you really wanna test my patience darling? Get dressed now”

“I’m not going anywhere with you” I cross my arms in a fit of rage breaking my silent streak and turn away from him. Chris wraps his hand around the back of my neck with a smirk. A smile spreads across my face “did it sound like I was asking? I’ve had enough of your bratty ass today”

I roll my eyes earning a slap to my ass “don’t roll your eyes at me just do as I say” I go into the closet figuring out what to wear. The wet spot in my panties has me tempted to take them off and go commando today in the warm autumn air. Temptation gets the best of me and I pull them off grabbing a short DRESS and some HEELS. I grab a jacket just in case it’s cold wherever we’re going. “Christopher where are we going”

“Don’t worry about it” he looks up at me and his jaw drops when he sees my dress. I sit at my vanity and start on a simple makeup look not really wanting to get too much into it tonight. I keep my curls the way they are as I finish everything.

“Ready?”

“Mhmm” I follow Chris hearing him sigh. I walk downstairs and he extends his arm helping me downstairs. I walk past him into the car in the passenger seat where I just sit. At this point I’m completely over the situation but he needs to learn his lesson. Chris gets in and starts the car and I look at him “where are we going”

He ignores me and I roll my eyes huffing. He sets his hand on my thigh and I leave it there. His hand creeps higher but that’s when I stop him “if you think you can get any of this tonight you got me fucked up”

“We’ll see about that”

....

Chris makes a right and I see the restaurant. I’m very confused as to why we’re here. He pulls into a parking spot and gets out. Chris opens the door for me and at this point I’m curious as to what he’s got going on. I see a long ass line of people waiting outside.

“I’m not interested in waiting in line”

“That’s a good thing you don’t have to” he shuts and locks the car door walking up with me. We walk through the doors and immediately the host recognizes him “Mr. Evans right this way”

We walk through the crowd of people into our own little section with a dim light and a table for 2. “How did you do this?”

“I bought it. Now can you stop being mad at me it’s torturing”

“Maybe” he pulls out my chair for me and I sit watching him the seat in front of me.

“I’m sorry babydoll I was inconsiderate to how much effort you put into getting us a reservation” he says

“Truth he told I stopped being mad after I ran up your card but I kept my poker face”

“Well you’re pretty damn good at it” the waitress comes over and is star struck at the Chris Evans sitting right in front of her.

“Hello my name is Tiara what can I get you guys started off with?”

“Lemme get a coors and” he looks at me “a white wine?” I nod and she writes it down flashing him a big smile before leaving to put in our drinks. “Clearly you have a fan”

“I see but she’s not important right now. You are and if you think you can pull some shit on me like that again you’ve clearly got me fucked up”

“Oohhh the spicy white is coming out. I like it” the waitress comes back with our drinks and we order the food.

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We’ve finished dinner and Chris pays the bill. The waitress is standing there and I’ve noticed her shirt is undone a little more than usual as in I can see her purple lace bra and I know Chris can see it too.

He fishes out a 20 from his pocket handing it to her and I watch her slip it in her bra. My jaw drops as she winks at him completely stepping over boundaries.

“Excuse me” she averts her attention to me and I’m start to shake. That’s how mad I am. “Try that shit again with my man and I promise you’ll be missing a couple teeth and a job”

Her eyes go wide and she leaves without saying anything else. Chris has his bottom lip tucked in between his perfect teeth with a smirk pulled against his lips.

“You’re so sexy when you’re mad”

“Yea whatever” I shake my head

“Do me a favor” I listen waiting for his request “take off your panties”

“It’s funny that you think I’m wearing any” his blue eyes turn dark as he nods

“That ass is mine” he laughs. The waitress comes back with a small white cake. Nothing special written on it or anything. I spin it around trying to find something then I look at Chris who had a cheeky smile on his face.

“Cut into it” I grab a knife and cut into the cake revealing a blue matte box. I look at him and grab the box opening it. I see a beautiful ring and engraved inside of the box is: ‘Will You Marry Me?’ A flood of emotions drowns me and now I’m sitting here crying.

“Stop playing Christopher” I say

“Y/N I want you to make me the happiest man alive” he takes the ring and slides it on my finger

“Is this why you left me today?” He nods smiling

“I can’t see myself without you” he whispers “so what do you say?”

“Yes yes yes a thousand times yes” I hug him and he holds me tight as more tears fall. I give him a nice kiss and he smiles holding me closer.

....

As soon as we hit the front door Chris’ hands are all over me. I open the door and he shuts it sliding my dress off my body to reveal I’m completely naked just as I said. I go to take off my heels but he stops me “leave them”

Chris picks me up with ease and something in the moment just told me to let him pick me up. In the year and a half we’ve been together I’ve never let him pick me up because of my size but tonight is different.

He takes me upstairs to our shared bedroom where he lays me down “I’m going to ruin you for what you put me through today”

I smile and he turns me around face down ass up “clearly you’re enjoying it more than I thought” he collects my wetness on the tip of his finger trailing it up to my clit rubbing torturously slow. I feel his large hands part my ass and his beard scratches me. I drop my face into the mattress feeling his tongue work inside of me while his fingers massage my clit. My arms stretch back and I pull on my heels holding my legs up and arching my back more. I hear Chris moan at my current position. I don’t know how much loner I can do this position cause I’m a big bitch and this shit hurts.

He stops eating me out and I hear his pants unzip then drop “keep that position baby doll” He pumps his dick and I feel his head push inside of me with ease. He fits the rest of his cock inside of me and replaces my hands on my heels with his. My hands extend above my head as he starts pounding me out making my body rock back and forth. My hands have a mind of their own gripping the sheets.

“You like that you little slut?” He spanks me and I cry out biting my lip “you’ve been such a bad girl” he keeps a tight grip on my hips holding me in place. I couldn’t run even if I really wanted to.

“Fuck daddy it’s too much” he chuckles maniacally

“Nah you keep playing with me” Chris pushes my back into a crazy arch pushing a little more of his weight on my butt. He continues pounding on me until my body is seizing and I’m crying out his name.

“That’s it you’re gonna be a mess by the time I’m finished with you” he moans still thrusting in me. He stops and pulls out leaving me empty and my cum dripping on my thighs.

“Ride me reverse” he lays next to me placing his hands behind his head and I grab his dick and swing my legs over his thick body. I guide him inside of me placing my hands on his calves bouncing my ass.

“Fuck” I moan. He smacks my behind and keeps a firm grip on my hips guiding me harder and faster. Chris wastes no time taking control pounding into me from below. His balls are slapping against my ass while he holds my wailing arms behind me keeping them steady. My jaw drops as he growls in an animalistic form. My breasts bounce as he continues torturing me.

“You’ve been a bad girl babydoll and I don’t appreciate it” he moans. I can see his piercing blue eyes through my hazy vision. I’m still sensitive from my last orgasm so I’m close already.

“Fuck daddy you’re gonna make me cum” I scream. My legs press together not sure whether to try to get away or sink further onto him.

He keeps going and just as I’m about to release Chris stops pumping altogether. He lifts me up putting me back on my hands and knees.

Chris enters me again but this time he grabs my hair pulls my back against his chest. Once he has me where he wants me, he envelops his hand around my throat squeezing the sides constricting air. He wraps his free arm around my breasts as he starts his fast rhythmic thrusting again. His moans are prominent in my ear as his hand on my breasts drop to my clit.

At this point I’m seeing stars and my moans are uncontrollable. My body trembles from being rocked into with each powerful thrust. My shaky hands hold onto his wrist leading to my clit as he kisses my cheek, shoulder, and neck. “You look like such a pretty slut taking my dick like this”

“Cum in me please” I beg. He lets go of my throat and grabs his belt nearby tying it around my hands. My hands are bound behind my back as he uses my arms to hold me as I’m leaned forward taking his dick.

“Cum with me Y/N I feel how close you are babydoll” he was right. I’m right on the edge when he gives me a good slap to my behind making my legs clamp together shaking tremendously. His name is all that I can call out making me see stars. “That’s my good girl oh shit” he lets out a string of curses and I feel my walls being painted in his children as he continues assaulting me in the best way possible.

Our juices collect around the base of his dick dripping on the sheets. As I drop my head completely spun. Chris extracts every drop inside of me before pulling out. He lays beside me with a smirk on his face pulling his belt off my hands “where the fuck did you learn how to tie me up with a belt”

“You’d be surprised what the Internet can teach you” he says “please don’t ignore me again” he lays on my bare chest

“Well don’t do any stupid shit again” I smile taking my fingers through his hair

#smut #fluff #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans x y/n #chris evans and black girls #chris evans fluff #chris evans smut #chris evans imagine

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the-lighwood-who-lived · 4 years ago

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Two Worlds, One Soul (part-1)

SUMMARY: This is a one direction fanfiction which follows the base plot of the infernal devices by cassandra clare, but with some addiction added by me. It is a Harry x reader as well as A Louis x reader fic. its also my fist ever series! :)

The boys had just finished a concert. It was loud , colorful and had an amazing audience. The five were now rushing off backstage to change. “Hey lads, check this out” called Liam. The all gathered around to see what Liam was pointing at. It was a large mirror at the corner of the room, its corners emitting sparks of gold. Harry lent closer, without warning, the sparks started spinning and swallowed up all five of them into tumbling darkness.

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London, April, 1878

The demon exploded in a shower of demon and guts.

Harry styles Herondale jerked back the dagger he was holding. The ichor eating away at the blade, he tossed it aside. Proud of his attempt at killing the shax demon.

“Louis!” Harry called, turning around. “Where are you? Did you see that? Killed it with one blow! Not bad, eh?”

But his hunting partner did not respond. He turned around to find himself alone in the shadows. Harry was positive his parabatai was right there, guarding his back, but that no longer true- It was much less fun showing of without Louis there to see it.

He went forward, into the shadows, in search of louis. He soon found himself at the Limehouse. Harry liked the Limehouse, the feeling of standing at the edge of the world where ships departed from each day, heading off to far ports. He didn’t even mind the smell of it—smoke and rope and tar, foreign spices mixed with the dirty river-water smell of the Thames.

He walked, still searching, examining his wounds. He’d probably use a healing rune, one of Charlotte’s probably. She was rather good with those. He noticed a figure moving out of the shadows. He moved towards it, only to realise, it wasn’t louis, but rather a police officer. A Mundane police officer. The officer stared at him, actually.. he stared through Harry. It was his glamour at work, Harry would never get used to the effect of it, mundanes not being able to see him.

Harry Edward Styles was suddenly accustomed to a splitting headache. Where was he? It looked like the 1800s of London. Weren’t him and the lads in the greenroom just a while ago? He felt stuck, in some one else’s soul. It was like this life was scripted, something was very wrong, he couldn’t do anything about it. Where were the lads? Where was he? The realisation gone as soon as it came.

With a shrug and a blink, the policeman moved past Harry, shaking his head and muttering something under his breath about swearing off the gin before he truly started seeing things. Harry stepped aside to let the man pass, then raised his voice to a shout: “Louis Tomlinson Carstairs! Lou! Where are you, you disloyal bastard?” This time a faint reply answered him. “Over here. Follow the witchlight.” Harry moved toward the sound of Lou’s voice.

“Did you hear me before? That Shax demon thought it could get me with its bloody great pincers, but I cornered it in an alley—” “Yes, I heard you.” The young man who appeared at the mouth of the alley was pale in the lamplight— paler even than he usually was, which was quite pale indeed. He stepped out into the light, enough for Harry to see him. He had odd bright Silver hair, his eyes had the same silver, however, Harry’s mind was glitching again, he saw glances of the same boy, but brunette , with startling blue eyes. This vision too, was gone as soon as it came. There were dark stains across his white shirtfront, and his hands were thickly smeared with red. Harry tensed. “You’re bleeding. What happened?” Louis waved away Harry’s concern. “It’s not my blood.” He turned his head back toward the alley behind him. “It’s hers.”

Harry looked past him to find a girl, dead.

“A dead woman?” Harry asked. “A mundane?”

“A girl, really. Not more than fourteen.” Replied louis.

At that, Harry cursed with great volume and expression. Louis waited patiently for him to be done. “If we’d only happened along a little earlier,” Harry said finally. “That bloody demon —”

“That’s the peculiar thing. I don’t think this is the demon’s work.” Louis frowned. “Shax demons are parasites, brood parasites. It would have wanted to drag its victim back to its lair to lay eggs in her skin while she was still alive. But this girl—she was stabbed, repeatedly. And I don’t think it was here, either. There simply isn’t enough blood in the alley. I think she was attacked elsewhere, and she dragged herself here to die of her injuries.”

“But the Shax demon—”

“I’m telling you, I don’t think it was the Shax. I think the Shax was pursuing her—hunting her down for something, or someone, else.”

“You didn’t find the weapon, did you?” asked Harry

“Here.” Said Louis, handing him a thin hunting blade. I was covered in dried up blood. Harry wiped it across his sleeve, the blood cleared off to reveal a symbol. “Ouroboros,” Louis said, leaning in close to stare at the knife. “A double one. Now, what do you think that means?”

“The end of the world,” said Harry, still looking at the dagger, a small smile playing about his mouth, “and the beginning.” Harry frowned. “I understand the symbology, Harry. I meant, what do you think its presence on the dagger signifies?”

“It’s an alchemical symbol, not a warlock or Downworlder one. That usually means humans—the foolish mundane sort who think trafficking in magic is the ticket for gaining wealth and fame.” He paused, “The sort who like to lurk about the Downworld parts of our fair city.” After wrapping the handkerchief around the blade carefully, Harry slipped it into his jacket pocket. “D’you think Charlotte will let me handle the investigation?”

“Do you think you can be trusted in Downworld? The gambling hells, the dens of magical vice, the women of loose morals …” asked Louis

Harry smiled the way Lucifer might have smiled, moments before he fell from Heaven. “Would tomorrow be too early to start looking, do you think?”

Louis had given up. He sighed. “Do what you like, Harry. You always do.”

Southampton, May

Y/N held the clock angel pendant that was lying at the base of her neck. It was her mother’s before she died. It lay in her mom’s box up until Nathanial, her brother, took it out to see if it worked. She had worn it ever since. She had boarded the Main, that took her from New York to London, where her brother worked, after her last relative, her aunt Harriet died. She was told her brother would pick her up, but he was nowhere to be seen. She instead met two sisters, Mrs.Black and Mrs. Dark, who held with them a letter, apparently from Nate.

They led her into a carriage. One the side of it was inscribed a ouroboros, a double one, below it written : The Pandemonium.

#one direction #1d #harry styles #louis tomlinson #niall horan #liam payne #zayn mailk #one direction x reader #harry styles x reader #louis tomlinson x reader #the infernal devices #the infernal devices x reader #will herondale #jem carstairs #the infernal devices x one direction #shadowhunters x one direction #Harry styles x reader x louis tomlinson

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FIC RECS- JAN 2021

if it’s not too late, happy 2021 everyone! i know the year hasn’t started out great but let’s keep our fingers crossed, and in case it doesn’t, i’ll be here to rec amazing fics to you! shoutout to all the authors of this fandom for being amazing <3

many of the fics mentioned below may have triggering topics. TW // DRUGS, ADDICTION, DRUG MENTION, ALCOHOL AS A COPING MECHANISM, ACCIDENTS, AMNESIA

never be by cherrystreet @cherrystreet (117k, study abroad au, strangers to friends to lovers, angst, pining, happy ending) this was the first ones i’ve read of this type and it was amazing. i loved the long distance dynamic.

like a bastard on the burning sea by vashtaneradas (22k, infedility) i have no idea why i ever thought that reading h cheating on l would ever do me any good, but here it is. beautifully written. this had me ugly crying and howling the first time i read it. can confirm i hated irl harry for a while after this.

we’re not who we used to be by louistomlinsons @adoredontour (30k, sharing a bed, accidental cuddling, exes to lovers, road trip) i absolutely loved the ziam and shiall content, coupled with stupid louis. road trip AUs are very cool and if you like them as much as i do you should read this.

search and rescue me by wild halos (17k, alternate universe - high school, confinement?) this was one of the very few stuck together ones i’ve found and i ADORE it. super exciting. their chemistry is amazing. the things that can happen in a day ,,,, *chef’s kiss*

candles on air by isthatyoularry @isthatyoularry (29k, friends to lovers, unrequited love, angst, pining) i read this during physics and i honestly had to work so hard not to let my self-restraint break because i was exhausted by the end of this. the angst is top-tier. 10/10 would recommend.

but me, i’m not a gamble by orphan_account (33k, football player louis, famous harry, popstar harry, footie au, niall is friends with all the footballers) a lovely posh&becks au featuring a cameo from none other than david and victoria beckham. i love the slow build and how louis leads harry on but can’t live without him either. oh and niall is a smug bastard but what’s new.

spin me like a record by zarah5 @zarah5 (8k, alternate universe- college/university, friends to lovers, fake/pretend relationship, happy ending) let me start by saying that this author is my absolute favourite and that everything she writes is GOLD. so much captured in just 8k. loved it.

counting the steps between us by zarah5 @zarah5 (24k, friends to lovers, pining, so much pining, also camping) this fic is a gem. i absolutely love the dynamic between them and how easily they fall into step with each other. louis is kinda a dick to harry but they end up happy, so, who cares.

say that you can see me (i’ll speak up i swear) by coffeelouis (20k, college au, liberal arts college, photographer harry, soccer/football player louis tomlinson) harry is an oblivious idiot and louis is the fool pining over him. zayn is not bothered, except for when he is. wonderful fic.

larry heartbreak by coinmaisy (47k, cheating harry, angst with a happy ending, it gets worse before it gets better, infedility, heartbroken louis tomlinson, implied/referenced drug use, alcohol) when i first read the summary i was like “what is 47k going to do to me?” huge mistake i promise. this was so exhausting to read and it literally felt like my partner had cheated on me. you really feel for the characters. kind of unconventional with the way they deal with it but beautiful nevertheless.

joke’s on our parents by larrycaring @mystupidamours (alternate universe- high school, louis has a twin named carla, coming out, sort of, closeted character) short and sweet, an extremely adorable read. i wish it didn’t end here! i’d kill for parents like that no joke

life at shutter speed by zarah5 @zarah5 (20k, alternate universe- fashion & models, harry is very forward, louis is charmed even though he wishes he weren’t) photographer!louis au featuring stunning locations and even more stunning models.

oh glory by alivingfire (21k, alternate universe-olympics, 2016 summer olympics, gymnastics, mentions of past zouis, explicit sexual content, praise kink, slight mentions of homophobia typical in work environments) this was soooo good. i’m not particularly into sports fics unless it’s footie louis, but swimmer!harry was something i never knew i needed. wonderful setting and the ending *chef’s kiss*

hold my breath by zarah5 @zarah5 (19k, alternate universe- yoga, alternate universe- football, louis plays football and is a beast when injured, harry and louis ramble around london a lot) this is definitely one of my favourite fics for this month. yoga instructor!harry, football!louis AND angst? sign me up hjdhnjsk

talk dirty to me by briamaria (13k, friends to lovers, dirty talk, mutual masturbation) uni au with best friends to lovers + dirty talk? this one was fireeeeeee. their chemistry is awesome

own the scars by crinkle-eyed-boo @crinkle-eyed-boo (144k, american au, drug addiction, drug overdose, larry is endgame, so don’t let the tomlinshaw scare you off, you’re gonna suffer, but you’ll be happy about it, lots of larry easter eggs) I AM BEGGING YOU TO READ THIS FIC, but more importantly, please please, READ THE TAGS. this had me ugly crying like crazy. this was very triggering for me but istg i don’t regret it. slow burn and angst and fluff and the jealousy,,, make this a must-read. even the memory of this fic gets me overwhelmed. incredible. ft. zouiall friendship that will most definitely make your heart melt.

no one does it better by nodibs (49k, alcohol abuse, alternate universe) amnesia fic with ot5 friendship, sloooooooooooow burn and a shit ton of tears.

teenage dreams in a teenage circus by orphan_account (50k, first time, coming of age, alternate universe- high school) gemma/perrie/louis friendship that i never knew i needed. louis falls in love with harry, which, awkwarddd. but this fic gave me major coming of age movie vibes and now i’m angry that i don’t have a childhood like this

play the odds by alivingfire @alivingfire (25k, friends to lovers, bets&wagers, alternate universe- college & university) a bet where they have to kiss 1000 times. maybe it ends up being more than that. i loved the concept and how well it carried throughout the fic.

those are all for this month ! i hope you enjoy them, and if you do, make sure you leave kudos and comments. stay safe, sending love! x

#rae fic recs #tracksintheam #belletracks #userjalboyh #my fic recs #fic recs #hope u enjoy! xx

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