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5sosfanfictioncatalogue · 1 year

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100k+ Masterlist

All the hues of blue - FalseDevotion calum/ashton E, 172k

Summary: Sometimes a casual encounter can help you see everything in a different colour.

Arcadia (ao3) - paperstorm michael/luke E, 100k

Summary: Crisp, thin air. The rough scrape of blades on ice. The jumbled, unintelligible echo of male voices, ringing off the rafters and bouncing through the empty seats. The familiar smell, sweaty equipment and rubber flooring and Zamboni fluid. Luke’s taken to closing his eyes sometimes, cutting off his primary sense, and just absorbing the noise and the scent and the feel of cool air on his cheeks. That way, regardless of where he is, an arena still feels like home. Or, an AU in which Luke is a small-town hockey superstar who gets drafted to the Montreal Canadiens, Ashton is the bubbly team Captain, Calum is a defenceman with a bad habit of settling on-ice conflicts with his fists, and Michael is the NHL's first openly gay player.

Awkward (Cashton) (ao3) - Headgehog_Louis007 calum/ashton, michael/ofc T, 110k

Summary: Why must I be so awkward around people? Or right because I don't talk.

Cards Are Dealt - @ashtcnirwin (elivigar) luke/ashton E, 100k

Summary: “You wanna… date me?” he asks eventually, when the silence is starting to feel loaded. “I don’t date and even if I did, I definitely wouldn’t be interested in dating you. I’d say no offense, but… full fucking offense.”

Ashton snorts. “Don’t flatter yourself, pumpkin, I have no interest in dating you either. Actually, the thought alone is exhausting and a little nauseating.”

Clenching his jaw, Luke grinds his teeth and shakes his head. “Then what do you want from me?”

“Sex. I already said that.”

A story about wants and expectations branching out and evolving without the knowledge or consent of those they belong to.

Club of Misfits (ao3) - felixandtae luke/ashton, michael/calum T, 274k

Summary: ❝Everyone has flaws. You me, Michael and Ashton - we’re all just a club of misfits.❞

A club for those who need a friend created by two best friends.

Color of Love (ao3) - felixandtae luke/ashton N/R, 161k

Summary: ❝Sometimes my eyes show emotions I don't even realize I'm feeling.❞

Where Luke's eyes change color based on his mood, but they never turned purple until he met Ashton.

Daisy (ao3) - boomerluke luke/ashton M, 121k

Summary: The last thing Luke expects when he wakes up hungover in the bed of his latest one-night stand is to come face to face with a freaking kid. But there she is all wild curls, thumb-sucking, and nonstop questions. Luke can't get out of there fast enough.

Ashton isn't the type to have one-night stands. He's a parent, after all. It was a mistake, and it won't happen again. At least that's what he tells himself when he comes back from his shower to find the naked college kid still in his bed, arguing with Daisy.

They couldn't be more opposites. At 25, Ashton has the responsibilities of two parents, raising his daughter and trying to pretend like he has everything figured out. At 21, Luke is a self-proclaimed Grindr god who doesn't care about anyone or anything but himself. So why is the universe (with the help of Michael and Crystal) so hell-bent on seeing them together?

It must be Magic (ao3) - tigerlily_sunshine michael/calum, luke/ashton T, 120k

Summary: It’s only Calum’s words playing on repeat in his mind, “Michael’s my friend,” that keeps Michael firmly planted in place. He doesn’t quite believe them. He hasn’t really spoken to Calum since the first few months of their first year at Hogwarts when they finally realized what everybody’d been telling them all along: Slytherins can’t be friends with other houses.

(In which Michael is a friendless Slytherin who doesn’t really belong anywhere, but Calum is bound and determined to prove him otherwise.)

Jumping before the Gunshot has Gone Off (ao3) - tigerlily_sunshine michael/luke, calum/ashton, luke/louis E, 128k

Summary: (In which Michael’s hated Luke since they met, and Luke’s hated him back—except, somehow, they can’t stop having sex with one another. To make matters worse, Luke is dumb enough to go and fall in love with the man who hates him.)

Looks Like He Can Surf (ao3) - LyricalPary (hoseoky) luke/ashton E, 174k

Summary: They spend the summer before university in an old beach house. Luke meets the human embodiment of sunshine. Just like the ocean waves, sometimes people are unpredictable.

Lost Hearts (ao3) - CliffordAffliction ot4 E, 177k

Summary: Ashton, Luke, Calum and Michael live in four different worlds in high school and each one of them is in love with someone who loves someone else. This can’t possibly end well…or can it?

Purple bruises, faded scars and fresh cuts (ao3) - Unholy michael/ashton, luke/calum, luke/ashton E, 140k

Summary: a soulmate au where everyone gets their soulmate’s injuries on their own body and Michael is worried sick about his.

Scene 14 - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) luke/ashton, michael/crystal, roy/calum, kaykay/sierra E, 128k

Summary: the one where Luke hates Ashton but has to pretend to be in love with him for five months for his acting final except for the fact that maybe he isn’t pretending anymore.

See the World Hanging Upside Down (ao3) - tigerlily_sunshine ot4 M, 117k

Summary: (In which Ashton pines after Luke, who is already in a relationship, and Luke really wants Ashton to meet Michael and Calum.)

The Bodyguard (ao3) - iCheeseYou (EHkook) luke/ashton, michael/calum M, 138k

Summary: Ashton Irwin is a hot and famous celebrity that all the people love, look up to, or despise. He's cocky, selfish, and always puts himself before others. Despite his personality, he's pretty much wanted by everyone in the world.

But when things escalate to the point that Ashton nearly gets kidnapped, his manager assigns a boy named Luke Hemmings to become Ashton's personal bodyguard, much to the star's reluctance and annoyance.

Now Luke follows Ashton wherever he goes to make sure he's safe from any danger, but Ashton is determined to get rid of his bodyguard as soon as possible.

the light in your eyes (ao3) - cashcakeplz michael/calum, michael/luke, luke/ashton N/R, 137k

Summary: Or the one where Calum is beautiful and beaten, Michael is in love with his best friend, Luke is lost, and Ashton just wants everyone to be happy.

Tidal Wave - @ashtcnirwin (elivigar) luke/ashton E, 127k

Summary: A story about figuring out how to handle the difficulties life throws at you, on your own and with the help of loved ones.

Where You Go, I’ll Follow (ao3) - fourdrunksluts, reversecow calum/ashton, michael/luke E, 211k

Summary: This story follows Calum, Michael, Luke, and Ashton on their journey to self-discovery. Through first loves, heartbreaks, and friendship, this is the behind the scenes of what the cameras didn’t show through the years.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos fanfic #5sos #100k #100k masterlist #masterlists

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theselfshippingwitch · 2 years

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i literally just wrote this heyyy

ray/violet, some janine/egon, some ocs i have literally never mentioned before now, guaranteed diabetes at the ending, barely any proofreading

"This week is a nightmare."

"When this week is over, I'm buying you the biggest stuffed animal."

Violet and Ray walked up the driveway to their house. She practically dragged her feet across the pavement. It was just one of those days when nothing goes right. Deadlines were sneaking up on her, editor's notes were getting on her nerves, everything made her feel like the world was ganging up on her and the week would never end. Worst of all, she had barely any time to see Ray. This brief walk home with him was the reason why she declined a ride from her driver though she was completely exhausted. The only thing she held onto was once this week was over, the next had Valentine's Day.

She smiled at him. "You mean it, Ray?"

"I won't be able to fit it through your front door."

She giggled, reaching for his arm and leaning her head on his shoulder. "I can't wait."

That next Monday was the day before Valentine's Day. Violet sat in a downtown Manhattan restaurant at the top of a high rise with her personal assistant (and close friend) Steffi, Janine, and Layla, who had been hired by the Ghostbusters almost a year back. She, Violet, Janine, and Louis Tully made up what Violet and only Violet referred to as the "B-squad". Within that year, Layla had gone from the spoiled rich hotel heiress forced by her parents to get a job at her new accountant's second place of employment to being engaged to that accountant and estranged from her parents.

All of them had had an eventful year. For Violet, it ended with Ray finally proposing to her, right at midnight on New Year's Eve. For Janine, it saw the beginning of a suddenly fast-moving relationship with Egon, which now saw her planning a trip to Vegas that may or may not cumulate with her wedding. For Layla, it included discovering her parents are cult leaders. As for Steffi, she continued to refuse to be tied down to any woman, career first as always. However, tracking Violet's exploits as a famous best-selling author was eventful enough. Now, they raised their mimosas to the best year of their lives, and to things only getting better from here on in.

Meanwhile, Ray was frantically driving from store to store. Just his luck that the weekend had been incredibly busy and he had no time to shop for Violet's gifts until the day before Valentine's Day. He had promised Violet a giant teddy bear, and he hated to disappoint her, especially when he knew she deserved it after such a rough week. But, every store he went to was sold out or too expensive. It certainly didn't help that he was running short on cash, all the money he had earned that weekend going into repairs on Ecto-1, which was in rough shape after all the stress put on her. He managed to get all the other essential gifts - purple roses, a box of Violet's favorite chocolates, and a necklace with a heart-shaped stone of Onyx (a gem he knew meant protection, calming, and release of negative energies, three things he knew Violet needed lately). He settled finally on a regular size teddy bear, though reluctantly. He just hoped Violet wouldn't be too disappointed.

The next day, both Violet and Ray were busy once again. But, they had the evening free to be alone together. They agreed they wanted to stay home, so Ray cooked salmon for dinner, exchanged gifts (Violet got him a framed cel from Murray the Mantis, one of Ray's favorite cartoons, signed by the animator, who she met at a con) and they settled in to watch Cinderella (Violet's favorite "romantic" movie). As they cuddled on the couch, Ray turned to her. "Are you happy now, my moon goddess?"

Violet blushed at her pet name. "Of course I am. You're here."

"I'm only sorry I couldn't bring you a bigger teddy bear."

"You silly. You brought me the biggest, cuddliest, sweetest teddy bear in the whole world. My favorite teddy bear."

"I did?"

"Yeah," She nodded, and poked her finger into the center of the chest she was curled up into. "He's right here."

His face turned bright red, and he smiled so bashfully she couldn't help but kiss him.

#ghostbusters #the real ghostbusters #ray stantz #so yeah happy valentines day i love ray more than anything in the world

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fumikomiyasaki · 1 year

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🎲 for Yasuno + Vic, Stella + Louis, and one of your choosing!

Kiss Roulette ( I used Random Generators then)

22. A french kiss/kiss with tongue

A sigh lingered on her lips as she looked back at the bottles before her.... given an exam for Alchemy came up and she wasn't the fondest of dealing with Potions, she took long to figure out which of these was best to put together... however as she was lost in thought she didn't notice someone sneaking up on her and putting his arms around her waist... smirking into her face.

"Its you! Can you not disturb me when I am thinking?"

"And I thought if you work on my specialty in school, I could be usefull to you, my queen."

"I don't need the help of a reaper. I can do this on my own."

She said that stubborn but as she tried to prove the point and mix two things together, Yasuno pulled her back quickly as the potion was about to explode.... her looking a bit in shock.

"You can't just mix things willy nilly, how about you take a break and let me handle things."

She sat down pouting as Yasuno made sure the rest of the potion wouldn't explode again and cleaned up the place a little before turning back to her. Slightly pinning her to the wall.

"Now that that is taken care off, how about I tell you a little bit about what you actually had to do."

"Fine, you showoff, explain it."

He smirked a little and leaned closer to her.

"Before I do I want some payment, how about a kiss? And then I will teach you all about it."

"You are unbearable."

"I know... but you do know I am the best bet you have on making it through this class, right?"

"I could always ask someone else."

"But that would be above your pride right? You know I would shut my mouth cause I am loyal to you only."

She gritted her teeth but then tried to stay calm.

"One kiss and then you will help me with this."

As he pushed her to the wall to meet her lips she didn't expect his tongue to slip in so quickly... that piercing of his tickling her a little... she cursed that he was good at this, she cursed that he had the upper hand... and hoped one of these days he would come to beg for her help instead so she can get her revenge. But at least she knew he won't break his promises.

16.A kiss in the rain

The hopes on that day were for Louis and Stella to take a night stroll among the stars yet the sky had other plans and clouded everything out... not only that, rain slowly caught up with them as Louis lend her his Jacket so that she at least be covered from it.... they settled to rest under a bit of a shed that was abandoned untill the rain was gone and so Stella held hands with him a little as they both watched the droplets fall from the roof. She handed him his Jacket back but he refused.

"You will get a cold if you don't wear it."

"I had it worse in the past and also... I want you to stay more warm instead..."

She leaned a bit closer and pulled him in an embrace.

"Then how about we keep each other warm instead."

He was taken aback but gave a firm nod, holding her closer... the rain had a nice sound around them, it was not as beautifull as the stars but... it was soothing and calming around them, he loved looking at her eyes as she looked back at him.

"Thank you still for bringing me here, the flowers previously were all beautifull to see."

"I am glad you got something out of it..."

"I could wish away the rain if you want to."

He shook his head and cradled her face.

"I am actually quite happy it brought us together like this."

Both shared a small tender kiss which however suddenly made them notice how the rain poured less... seemed that no wish was in order for them to move on, yet Louis still kept her close making sure she was still warming up from all the pouring rain.

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25.A kiss that's an accident

Usually the Fairy princess barely went out her dorm but on this day her pet rabbit Velvet broke out the dorm and she was worried it might be in trouble... the lead of some students brought her to Night Raven college where she looked almost every where for her... yet eventually she found her... sitting on Ellis arm who petted her with a smile.

"Ah Dragi, I wanted to write you she was here but-"

"No its fine, I am glad she was safe with you."

Ellis stood up and wanted to walk to her and give the pet to her but one move of the Pet jumping on Dragiselles Shoulder confused them both as Ellis fell forward and the Princess catched her fall... yet during the impact their lips touched another as Ellis suddenly turned pink in her face.

Both looked at another in silent as Dragiselle suddenly had a warm smile on her face. Starting to laugh a little.

"Don't worry too much about it, I don't mind you kissed me."

"You don`t?!"

The Fairy princess walked towards the ramshackle student and took her hand for another small kiss on it.

"May our paths cross ways again and maybe then I can fully tell you how I feel about you."

With a small wink she left... mysterious as usual even if Ellis still saw the black lipstick stain on her lips and did her best to change it back to her previous lipstick after a while.

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland ocs #twst #disney twst #twst ocs #twistedwonderland #twistedwonderlandoc #yasuno innochi #yasuno x victoria #louis armarin valentine #louis x stella #dragiselle flamesscourow #dragiselle x ellis

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kessicasrps · 2 years

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"Of course. That's a good idea and I want to make sure to keep you and our family safe," I say, referring to Haley. "I don't plan on telling Eleanor where we live and any meetings I have with Brooke, I think I am going to have in a neutral place at first until I can trust her to know where we live and not tell her mother," I say, hating that it felt like she was Eleanor's spy and informant but that's truly what it felt like right now. I continue to hold you close, smiling softly as I heard your words. "Okay, I will follow my dream only if you follow yours. But I think it's time we both start doing what is best for us and what we want to do. I have enough money saved up to financially support us and our daughter, too. I think it'd be good for her to see us following our dreams," I smile softly at you before blushing a bit as I heard your words. "I love you too, beautiful."

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A year had passed and Haley was now six, and we were living together in a really nice house. Haley was being homeschooled online, and the cafe had been turned into my fashion studio and your music studio. I was at work, putting together some designs while Haley sat in my back office doing school since we couldn't stay at home and you were out taking care of the last few bits of your divorce. -J

"All right, now that we've got everything settled between you two, Eleanor, since you have caused more damage than Louis did, you will be paying him alimony for five years since you earned more money than he did, and with the amount you've earned, you are required to pay him $3,000 a year for the next five years, and he owes you nothing, and since there wasn't a prenup, Louis is entitled to half your earnings and he's entitled to all belongings that he purchased, now it's come down to the last thing that you've been putting off, custody of Brooke." -Lawyer

I bit my lip nervously, as I was hoping this wouldn't come down to this. "Look, I'm okay with giving him money, because I'll just get it replaced easily, but when it comes to my daughter, I'm just not willing to share, and she's even said so herself that she doesn't want to see Louis because he prefers Haley, according to her, and it's not our fault he wants to abandon us," I say rudely. "So how about, I keep full custody and he doesn't see Brooke at all, and I just pay him even more than what I'll be paying him and we just call this done? Besides, he's already got a restraining order against me, so why should my daughter be allowed around him?" I asked nervously as I looked at my lawyer. He knew the whole truth about Brooke and I was afraid of this blowing up. "Help? How do I keep him away from my daughter?" -E

I sighed as I rubbed my head. "We've gone over this Eleanor, you can't just buy him out of his, and if you don't want him around Brooke, you need to tell him the truth. He deserves to know the truth. Even Brooke knows the truth and he doesn't and money isn't going to buy your way out of this one, you can't continue to put this off. You're getting divorced, you knew he'd fight for custody, and from what you've told me, you need to tell him the truth," -Eleanor's Lawyer

"No! He doesn't need to know the truth, Brooke doesn't want to see him and that's that," I lied with a faint chuckle. -E

"Eleanor! Tell him now, or you're going to make this divorce way worse than it is, and even when you do tell him, it's going to blow up, so you might as well tell him," -Eleanor's Lawyer

I smile fondly at you, keeping our fingers intertwined and bringing our hands up to my lips before kissing gently over your knuckles. "Thank you, baby. You are the sweetest. You're a great actor, though. I love how good you were at acting like you didn't want me from the moment that you first met me," I tease you playfully, smirking back at you. "Well, we're alone now and you can kiss me any time you want, you know.. I didn't want to stop kissing you either. In fact, I would love to do more than just kiss you," I tease you, my mind stuck on what happened between us last night.

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I kept you close to me as you kissed over my knuckles. "And you are the sweetest too, baby," I say honestly as I kissed all over your face. "And you are a wonderful actress," I tell you. "It was hard to not act like that but I managed," I chuckled softly as I pulled you onto my lap and I kissed you again. "I'd love nothing more than you kiss you, baby girl,"

#( & you're on your own kid rp )#( & i'm falling in love again rp )

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little-smartass · 3 years

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THE VAMPIRE LESTAT COVER ALBUM - the legendary Vampire Lestat is back and bigger and badder than ever, this time bringing a whole album of song covers ranging from classic bangers to newer fresh takes on chart hits! get your copy now, complete with a transcript of the artist's commentary on each song!

(songs I think Lestat would cover and release as an album in an attempt to re-kickstart his career and/or make some sort of dramatic statement to Louis. tracklist and "artist commentary" under the cut)

Survival - Muse

“And I’ll reveal my strength, to the whole human race, yes I am prepared, to stay alive, and I won’t forgive, and vengeance is mine, and I won’t give in, because I choose to thrive! Yeah I’m gonna win!”

Oh, I wish this song had been around back on that opening night at the Cow Palace - how apt that would have been! What a fucking anthem! They would have been rioting all night. I mean, they already were, but, like, because of the music. Not because vampires were being immolated in the middle of the crowd. Different kind of riot.

The Bitch Is Back - Elton John

“I’m a bitch, I’m a bitch, oh the bitch is back, stone cold sober as a matter of fact, I can bitch, I can bitch, ‘cause I’m better than you, it’s the way that I move, the things that I do!”

One day I want to have this play as I walk into Night Island. I’ll time it perfectly so that I throw off my coat - my denim jacket, or- oh, no, a fur! Maximum drama! - just as the chorus starts. Armand will know that I’m coming of course, but I think that’ll just make it even better. And I have good memories to this song... [muffled question] Sorry, gentlemen don’t kiss and tell, bébé. [laughter]

Everybody Loves Me - OneRepublic

"Oh my, feels just like I don’t try, look so good I might die, all I know is everybody loves me, head down, swaying to my own sound, flashes in my face now, all I know is everybody loves me”

Look, do I even need to explain this one? Didn’t think so.

Bad Reputation - Joan Jett

"I don't give a damn ‘bout my reputation, I've never been afraid of any deviation, and I don't really care if you think I'm strange, I ain't gonna change - and I'm never gonna care bout my bad reputation"

This one's fairly self-explanatory again. It could have been my personal anthem when I was mortal quite honestly. And it's an awful lot of fun to jump about and headbang to, don't you think? That's a new thing I've found out about, headbanging. People have been hopping about to music looking like fools for centuries but now there's a name for it. Fantastic.

bad guy - Billie Eilish

"I’m that bad type, make your mama sad time, make your girlfriend mad type, might seduce your dad time… I’m the bad guy. Duh.”

Creepy? Check. Sexy? Check. Tongue-in-cheek? Check check. This song was great and a lot of fun to cover.

Lover to Lover - Florence + the Machine

“I believe there’s no salvation for me now, no space among the clouds, and I feel I’m heading down, but that’s alright, that’s alright, that’s alright”

I don’t know, this one just felt very relevant. Also the piano was great to do. You might have noticed that I’ve picked a lot of songs with piano, and that’s because I bullied the studio into getting me a goooooorgeous grand piano for the recording space and I wanted to use it as much as possible!

Feeling Good - Muse

“Stars when you shine, you know how I feel, scent of the pine, you know how I feel, oh freedom is mine, and I know how I feel”

I just really like this song - I’ve done a cover of an excellent cover! Can- can you put emojis in this? Do people still use emojis? Well imagine I’ve put the shrug one. Wait, isn’t there- Daniel, Daniel, come here, isn’t there a shrug emoji made up of keyboard- [muffled words] yes! The shrug one! Yes, put that in the transcription. [ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ] I just like this song.

The Man - The Killers

“I got gas in the tank, I got money in the bank, I got news for you baby, you're looking at the man, I got skin in the game, I got a household name, I got news for you baby, you're looking at the man”

I feel like this one speaks for itself too. Can you put that shrug emoji thing in here again? [ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ] Yes!

J'ai Pas Envie - MIKA

J'ai pas envie, de faire comme si, comme les maris, qui disent oui, j'ai pas envie, j'ai pas envie, j'ai pas envie d'te faire plaisir, j'ai pas envie, j'ai pas envie, si tu m'aimes viens me le dire"

Look, I'm not going to translate the whole song for you, because it has all this clever wordplay you just totally lose in english… but the gist of it is that these two lovers are… at odds a lot. It's… it's maybe a little spiteful [laughter] but in a fun way! It's a fun song! Louis won't even be mad about it, it's MIKA.

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen

"When I'm not with you, think of you always (I miss those long hot summer nights), when I'm not with you, think of me always, always"

[Long pause] God, I miss Freddie.

Let 'Em Talk - Kesha

Ah, full disclosure - I put this song in purely because of the expression Louis made when I played it in the car and it got to the line “can suck my dick” and she did that popping noise… it was incredible, and I just knew I had to cover it so I could see his expression when I said that. I can’t wait to play it to him. [laughter]

So What - P!nk

"So so what, I'm still a rockstar, I got my rock moves, and I don't need you, and guess what? I'm having more fun, and now that we're done, I'm gonna show you tonight, I'm alright, I'm just fine, (and you're a tool, so)"

I'm actually a big fan of nineties and noughties female stars - all that grrrrrrrl power, it's great fun, you know? I'd say this one is fairly self-explanatory, because I am still a rockstar! This is my new album! Fuck you EMP and your sniffy little article calling me "washed up"!

Little Lion Man - Mumford & Sons

"But it was not your fault but mine, and it was your heart on the line, I really fucked it up this time, didn't I my dear?"

This one could be self-deprecating, but it's also very vindictively angry at the same time, and that's a combination I definitely get. Like, oh, it's my fault, isn't it? It's my fucking fault again, what a surprise. Perhaps "learn from your mother or you'll spend your days biting your own neck" is a little on the nose… [muffled words] you've read my books, right? [muffled words] Good, good.

Missy - The Airbourne Toxic Event

"But I swear there's still some good in me, I think if you'd stuck around you'd see, all the botched attempts at integrity I once had"

Oh, I was feeling philosophical when I picked this one. No, philosophical isn't the right word… melancholy? Do people still use that word? "I swear I swear I swear I'll never get sad" is both furiously defiant and yet so self-defeatingly ironic. [Exasperated noise] Enough of that. Next!

Please Don't Leave Me - P!nk

"I don't know if I can yell any louder, how many times have I kicked you out of here, or said something insulting? I can be so mean when I wanna be, I am capable of nearly anything, when my heart is broken… (please, please don't leave me)"

Oh, we’re… we’re getting to this section now. [clearing throat] Well, I have to make up for that sucking dick line, don’t I? Get a bit vulnerable. Oh God, why did I decide to do this bit? [muffled words] [bad chicago accent] But why buy the cow? Because you love him, you really do. [sigh, laughter]

Next To Me - Imagine Dragons

"Oh, I always let you down, shattered on the ground, still I find you there, next to me, and oh, the stupid things I do, I'm far from good it's true, still I find you, next to me"

Why did I- I don’t remember putting so many of these ones in.

Run To You - Pentatonix

"I've been settling scores, I've been fighting so long, but I've lost your war, and our kingdom is gone... how shall I win back your heart which was mine? I have broken bones and tattered clothes, I've run out of time"

[Sigh] [clears throat] Yeah. I think we can move onto the next one.

Love of My Life - Queen

“Love of my life, don't leave me, you've stolen my love, you now desert me, love of my life, can't you see? Bring it back, bring it back, don't take it away from me, because you don't know, what it means to me”

I play this one sometimes on my baby grand when we've had a fight, and it's impossible for him to stay angry. He's a sucker for this sort of… formality in romance. God, I wish I'd realised that earlier. If I'd written him a letter in fancy copperplate script with scented paper and enclosed rose petals politely requesting him to bend me over his desk back in the day, it might not have taken two centuries of mutual blue balls for us to figure our shit out. Ah well, live and learn… as it were. [muffled words] Look, I did a whole bunch of vulnerable songs! Now I get to make sex jokes! [laughter] oh fuck off.

#Lestat de lioncourt #loustat #vampire chronicles #dead disasters #my mixes

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toscrollperchancetomeme · 3 years

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Lestat de Lioncourt - A playlist

So, guess who made a Lestat Playlist (like there aren't enough already) and decided to sit down for 4-6 hours to find some excerpt corresponding with each song? Featuring 80s and 90s music (clearly showing my age...) as well as many european songs and showtunes. Enjoy!

1. Cathedrals – Ramin Karimloo (Original by Jump, Little Children)

In the cathedrals of New York and Rome There is a feeling that you should just go home And spend the lifetime finding out just where that is

And that was not a good year for me. I was wandering aimlessly. I was sick of things. I was furious with myself that the „beauty“ of life wasn't sustaining me, wasn't making my loneliness bearable.

I wanted to join them. Always do want to join them and never do. „Go home,“ he whispered. - Prince Lestat

(I actually feel like there are quotes that would correspond to this song in every one of the books and indeed have not yet found any other song that captures the general spirit of The Vampire Chronicles as perfectly.)

2. Edge of Seventeen – Stevie Nicks

Well, I went today Maybe I will go again tomorrow Yeah yeah, well, the music there Well, it was hauntingly familiar Well, I see you doing what I try to do for me With the words from a poet and a voice from a choir And a melody, and nothing else mattered

He sat next to me, hugging me and asking me why I was crying, and though I couldn't tell him, I could see that he was overwhelmed that his music had produced this effect. There was no sarcasm or bitterness in him now. I think he carried me home that night. And the next morning I was standing in the crooked stone street in front of his father's shop, tossing pebbles up at his window. When he stuck his head out, I said: „Do you want to come down and go on with our conversation?“ - The Vampire Lestat

3. I ain't scared of lightning – Tom McRae

No I ain't scared of lightning And thunder never killed I was born in a summer storm and I live there still

I wasn't part of the world that cringed at such things. And with a smile, I realized that I was of that dark ilk that makes others cringe. Slowly and with great pleasure, I laughed.

And the labor that brought it forth was rapture such as I have never known. - The Vampire Lestat

4. Junge Roemer – Falco (Young Romans – Full Translation)

Don't ask for new old values See white light, see only feeling The night is ours till morning We play every game Don't ever let this journey end The doing comes only from the being Only from dimensions, that Are worth illusions and sensations Give me more, give me more, give me more...

... and again she laughed. „Ah, but we are splendid devils, aren't we?“ „Hunters of the Savage Garden,“ I said. „Then let's go into Paris,“ she said. - The Vampire Lestat

5. Running up that hill – Candy Says (Original by Kate Bush

If I only could, I'd make a deal with God, And I'd get him to swap our places, Be running up that road, Be running up that hill, Be running up that building,

„Not even with Nicolas?“ „No, god, no!“ I looked at her. She nodded slightly as if she approved of this answer. „Why not with Nicolas?“ she asked. I wanted this to stop. „Because he's young,“ I said, „and he has life before him.“ - The Vampire Lestat

6. Florence – Notre Dame de Paris (Full Translation)

The little things always triumph over the large And literature will kill architecture The school books will kill the cathedrals The Bible will kill the Church, and man will kill God This will kill that

„I never lived in it. I push against the glass. But how do I get in?“ „I can't tell you that,“ I said. „You have to study this age,“ Gabrielle interrupted. Her voice was calm but commanding. He looked towards her as she spoke. „You have to understand the age,“ she continued, „through its literature and its music and its art. You have come up out of the earth, as you yourself put it. Now live in the world.“ No answer from him. Flash of Nicki's ravaged flat with all its books on the floor. Western civilization in heaps. - The Vampire Lestat

7. Go your own way – Fleetwood Mac

Loving you isn't the right thing to do How can I ever change things that I feel

If I could maybe I'd give you my world How can I when you won't take it from me

You can go your own way You can call it another lonely day

„Keep your promise,“ she said. And quite suddenly I knew this was our last moment. I knew it and I could do nothing to change it. „Gabrielle!“ I whispered. But she was already gone. - The Vampire Lestat

8. Désenchantée – Olympe (Original by Myléne Farmer - Full Translation)

If death is a mystery Life isn't exactly tender If heaven has a hell Then heaven can still wait for me Tell me how to handle this headwind Nothing makes sense anymore, nothing's fine

Laughter. That insane music. That din, that dissonance, that never ending shrill articulation of the meaninglessness... Am I awake? Am I asleep? I am sure of one thing. I am a monster. And because I lie in torment in the earth, certain human beings move on through the narrow pass of life unmolested. - The Vampire Lestat

9. A kind of magic – Queen

The bell that rings inside your mind Is challenging the doors of time It's a kind of magic The waiting seems eternity The day will dawn of sanity

And quite completely I understood that it was looking for me, this sound, it was seeking me out.

Blood like light itself, liquid fire.

It seemed beneath the roar of the flow he spoke. He said again: „Drink, my young one, my wounded one.“ I felt his heart swell, his body undulate, and we were sealed against each other. I think I heard myself say: „Marius.“ And he answered: „Yes.“ - The Vampire Lestat

10. La quête – Bruno Pelletier (French version of „The Impossible Dream“ from Man of La Mancha)

To try when your arms are too weary To reach the unreachable star

This is my quest To follow that star Ooh, no matter how hopeless No matter how far

I would remain in New Orleans if New Orleans could only manage to remain. Whatever I suffered should be lessened in this lawless place, whatever I craved should give me more pleasure once I had it in my grasp. And there were moments on that first night in this fetid little paradise when I prayed that in spite of all my secret power, I was somehow kin to every mortal man. - The Vampire Lestat

11. Wicked Game – Chris Isaak

What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you

Yet Louis gained a hold over me far more powerful than Nicolas had ever had. Even in his cruelest moments, Louis touched the tenderness in me, seducing me with his staggering dependence, his infatuation with my every gesture and every spoken word. - The Vampire Lestat

12. Do I disappoint you – Rufus Wainwright

Do I disappoint you, in just being human? And not one of the elements that you can light your cigar on Why does it always have to be fire? Why does it always have to be brimstone?

„And suppose the vampire who made you knew nothing, and the vampire before him knew nothing, and so it goes back and back, nothing proceeding from nothing, until there is nothing! And we must live with the knowledge that there is no knowledge!“ „Yes!“ he cried out suddenly, his hands out, his voice tinged with something other than anger.

And then I sensed it. He was afraid. Lestat afraid. - Interview with the Vampire

13. Ordinary World – Duran Duran

What has happened to it all? Crazy, some'd say Where is the life that I recognize? Gone away

But I won't cry for yesterday There's an ordinary world Somehow I have to find And as I try to make my way To the ordinary world I will learn to survive

I do not remember when it became the twentieth century, only that everything was uglier and darker, and the beauty I'd known in the old eighteenth-century days seemed more than ever some kind of fanciful idea. - The Vampire Lestat

14. I'm still standing – Taron Egerton (Original by Elton John)

And there's a cold lonely light that shines from you You'll wind up like the wreck you hide behind that mask you use And did you think this fool could never win? Well look at me, I'm coming back again

But after the third night up, I was roaring around New Orleans on a big black Harley-Davidson motorcycle making plenty of noise myself. […] I was the vampire Lestat again. I was back in action. New Orleans was once again my hunting ground. - The Vampire Lestat

15. Catch my fall – Billy Idol

I have the time so I will sing, yeah I'm just a boy but I will win, yeah Lost song of lovers, fellow travelers, yeah Leave me sad and hollow out of words

It could happen to you so think for yourself If I should stumble, catch my fall, yeah

I've survived, obviously. I wouldn't be talking to you if I hadn't. And the cosmic dust has finally settled; and the small rift in the world's fabric of rational beliefs has been mended, or at least closed. I'm a little sadder for all of it, and a little meaner and a little more conscientious as well. - The Queen of the Damned

16. I want it all – Queen

I'm a man with a one track mind So much to do in one lifetime (people do you hear me) Not a man for compromise and where's and why's and living lies So I'm living it all, yes I'm living it all And I'm giving it all, and I'm giving it all

It is not enough any longer that my little rock band be successful. We must create a fame that will carry my name and my voice to the remotest parts of the world. - The Vampire Lestat

17. Let me entertain you – Robbie Williams

Hell is gone and heaven's here There's nothing left for you to fear Shake your arse come over here Now scream

I'm a burning effigy Of everything I used to be You're my rock of empathy, my dear

So come on let me entertain you

"I AM THE VAMPIRE LESTAT!" I shouted at the top of my lungs as I stepped way back from the microphone, and the sound was almost visible as it arched over the length of the oval theater, and the voice of the crowd rose even higher, louder, as if to devour the ringing sound. - The Vampire Lestat

18. La bien qui fait mal – Mozart l'Opera Rock (Full translation)

I can feel a violent urge I feel like I'm sliding towards the ground If I don't find out where this plague is coming from I adore having it under my skin Bewitched by mad ideas Suddenly all my cravings take off The desire becomes my prison Until I loose my mind

Yet I was in her arms in this chilling darkness, in the familiar scent of winter, and her blood was mine again, and it was enslaving me. When she drew away, I felt agony. - The Queen of the Damned

19. Tainted Love – Soft Cell

And you think love is to pray But I'm sorry I don't pray that way Once I ran to you Now I'll run from you This tainted love you've given I give you all a boy could give you Take my tears and that's not living, oh

„What do you think I am that I am so easily swayed? I was born a Queen. I have always ruled; even from the shrine I ruled." Her eyes were glazed suddenly. I heard the voices, a dull hum rising. "I ruled if only in legend; if only in the minds of those who came to me and paid me tribute. Princes who played music for me; who brought me offerings and prayers. What do you want of me now? That for you, I renounce my throne, my destiny!" What answer could I make? - The Queen of the Damned

20. Dancing in the Dark – Ruth Moody (Original by Bruce Springsteen)

They say you gotta stay hungry Hey baby, I'm just about starvin' tonight I'm dyin' for some action I'm sick of sittin' 'round here tryin' to write this book I need a love reaction Come on now, baby, gimme just one look

"I want you to put the book aside and come join us," he said. "You've been locked in here for over a month." "I go out now and then," I said. I liked looking at him, at the neon blue of his eyes.

"Do you love me now?" I asked. He smiled; oh, it was excruciating to see his face soften and brighten simultaneously when he smiled. "Yes," he said. "Want to go on a little adventure?" My heart was thudding suddenly. It would be so grand if- "Want to break the new rules?" "What in the world do you mean?" he whispered. - The Queen of the Damned

21. I want you – Savage Garden

Oh, I want you, I don't know if I need you But oh, I would die to find out

"You don't think you'll be back?" he asked. "I think you will, whether I call or not." Another little surprise. A little stab of humiliation. I smiled at him in spite of myself. He was a very interesting man. "You silver-tongued British bastard," I said. "How dare you say that to me with such condescension? Maybe I should kill you right now."

I thought of David Talbot's face, and that moment when he'd challenged me. Well, maybe he was right. I'd be back. Who said I couldn't come back and talk to him if I wanted to? - The Queen of the Damned

22. Lay your hands on me – Bon Jovi

I'm a fighter, I'm a poet, I'm a preacher I've been to school, oh baby, I've been the teacher If you show me how to get up off the ground I can show you how to fly and never ever come back down

I sat down on the bed beside him. And then I bent down and kissed his face again gently, as I had in New Orleans, liking the feel of his roughly shaven beard, just as I liked that sort of thing when I was really Lestat and I would soon have that strong masculine blood inside. I moved closer to him, when suddenly he grasped my hand, and I felt him gently push me away. „Why, David?“ I asked him. He didn't answer. He lifted his right hand and brushed my hair back out of my eyes. „I don't know,“ he whispered. „I can't. I simply can't.“ - The Tale of the Body Thief

23. 20th Century Boy – Placebo (Original by T-Rex)

I move like a cat, charge like a ram Sting like a bee, babe, I wanna be your man, hey!

He drew back with a speed that astonished me, cleaving to the wall. „Don't do this, Lestat.“ „Don't fight me, old friend. You waste your effort. You have a long night of discovery ahead.“ - The Tale of the Body Thief

24. Way down we go – KALEO

Oh, Father tell me, do we get what we deserve? Whoa, we get what we deserve And way down we go

„In chains, to my friend and my scribe, I dictated these words. Come with me. Just listen to me. Don't leave me alone.“ - Memnoch the Devil

25. Personal Jesus – Depeche Mode

Reach out, touch faith

"Don't tell me," Gabrielle said slurringly, "that it's a matter of faith." She sneered and shook her head. "You come like doubting Thomas to thrust your bloody fangs in the very wound." "Oh, stop, please, I beg you," I whispered. I put up my hands. "Let me try, and let him hurt me, and then be satisfied, and turn away." - The Vampire Armand

26. Papillon – Editors

Darling Just don't put down your guns yet If there really was a God here He'd have raised a hand by now Now darling You're born, get old, then die here Well that's quite enough for me We'll find our own way home somehow

"And if I spill my blood down into this coffin now," Lestat asked her, "what do you think will come back? Do you think it will be our Louis that will rise in these burnt rags? What if it's not, chérie, what if it's some wounded revenant that we must destroy?" "Choose life, Lestat," she said. - Merrick

27. Sunday Light – Choir Boy

Why, why, why, are you silent on the ride home? I'd love to see the temple with you Heavenly and bright, golden angel twisted scathing You were one of us, one of us, one of us, you were one of us

"Then come, Little Brother, take me to where you want to talk," he said, and I felt the soft squeeze of his fingers on my arm. "Why are you so kind to me?" I asked him. "You're used to people being paid to do it, aren't you?" he asked. - Blackwood Farm

28. Für mich solls rote Rosen regnen – Hildegard Knef (It should rain red roses for me - Full translation)

It should rain red roses for me All wonders should encounter me The world should rearrange itself And keep its worries to itself

I want to be a saint. I want to save souls by the millions. I want to do good far and wide. I want to fight evil! I want my life-sized statue in every church. I'm talking six feet tall, blond hair, blue eyes- Wait a second. Do you know who I am? - Blood Canticle

29. Constant Craving – K. D. Lang

Even through the darkest phase Be it thick or thin Always someone marches brave Here beneath my skin And constant craving Has always been

I was hunting, thirsting though I didn't need to drink, at the mercy of the craving, the deep agonizing lust for heated pumping human blood. - Prince Lestat

30. Kalte Sterne – Jan Ammann (Cold Stars from the musical Ludwig² - Full translation)

Get up, ride home, on your horse, through your land Across the morning with your reins trailing behind you Build a castle like a dream, build it with mighty hands And it shall be named „future“

Build a castle like a dream Up from the ashes and close to the heavens Build a castle like a dream And realise the future as king

If we wanted to survive, if we wanted to inherit the millenia […] then we had to meet the future with respect as well as courage and count fear and selfishness to be small things. - Prince Lestat and the realms of Atlantis

31. C'est une belle journée – Mylene Farmer (Full translation)

I'm going to bed To bite eternity With my mouth wide open It's a beautiful day

And I felt the cold numbing shell of alienation and despair which had imprisoned me all of my life among the Undead – I felt that shell cracked, broken, and dissolved utterly into infinitesimal fragments. - Blood Communion

32. Princes of the Universe – Queen

Fly the moon and reach for the stars With my sword and head held high Got to pass the test first time, yeah I know that people talk about me, I hear it every day But I can prove them wrong 'cause I'm right first time

„I know that you meant full well to bring Rhoshamandes down, of course you did. But you had no way of knowing that you could. And no one would have predicted that you could. And with the willingness to die, you gave yourself over into his hands... and you disarmed him and destroyed him.“ – Blood Communion

And finally, because I can, a bonus track:

33. Primadonna – MARINA

And I'm sad to the core, core, core Every day is a chore, chore, chore When you give, I want more, more, more I wanna be adored

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Not a passage exactly but I would love to hear your thoughts on your role swap au and how you flipped the blair-chip-louis triangle to dan-georgina-olivia. Really I’m just interested in your thoughts on olivia paralleling louis bc I think it’s galaxy brained of you 💛

Okay so backtracking a bit, obviously Brooklyn!Blair/UES!Dan is a significant AU trope within the dair fandom. I wanted to do my own spin on it, and especially have a little bit of pining!Blair/denial!Dan in there as well, like this image series, because you never really see that swap get explored. Originally I wanted to like...do a swap of the entire show lol but that ended up being way too ambitious (unfortunately capitalism exists and I can't devote all my time to writing fic), so I settled for doing swaps of individual episodes.

And then when I was trying to make it make sense for season 1 eps, I had this thought...what if I swapped Nate and Serena too? Dan/Serena's dynamic would become Nate/Blair's and vice versa. Same goes for Dan/Nate and Serena/Blair (although I didn't really get to explore the latter unfortunately). And then I had the thought that I thought was TRULY galaxy brained which is: what if I swapped Georgina and Chuck? Which, god, was SO much fun to write. And I felt that all kind of worked. Because much like Dan & Blair, Serena & Nate and Georgina & Chuck all share similar traits so it doesn't change things too much.

I was honestly going to try to avoid the ~royal arc~ of it all, because like...I hate it very much lol. Blair and Louis' engagement is when the show jumped the shark imho. But I also didn't want to do a season 5 episode where they were already together because again...I really really wanted pining!Blair and denial!Dan lol, so I ultimately had to include at least a little bit of it.

As for the Louis and Olivia of it all, I had actually already talked about their parallels a while back on here. But to recap: Louis and Olivia brought Blair & Dan into whole new worlds (royalty/Hollywood), both purposely did not reveal their true identities at first as well, and these relationships were just distractions while they avoided dealing with their feelings for other people.

So when I was writing that chapter and needed a Louis for Dan, it was a no brainer that it was going to be Olivia for me cause I had already done the whole relationship parallel analysis. And honestly that parallel had probably just occurred to me in the first place because I had gone through and looked at their dynamics with all their other love interests.

But yeah, I think it worked well! Obviously, there would be no pregnancy or a "who's the father" mystery. But I had some fun with this little monologue:

“Are you kidding me? Look at everything we’ve been through together. You kept it a secret when everything with Georgina went down. You shielded me from the world when the paparazzi wouldn’t stop trying to get dirt on my relationship with Olivia and you brought me to a therapist during my darkest hour. You wrote Olivia’s big romantic acceptance speech for her, and then you saved me from the most awkward Oscars party imaginable. Do I need to go on?”

And kinda implied that Dan still cheated with Georgina and that blew up in his face somehow and that instead of having a wedding, Dan got to go to the Oscars instead lol (good for him!). And I mean, in some sense, it's kind of just a more dramatic version of the Dan-Olivia-Georgina triangle that already existed in the show. (Does this mean that in the season 3 world of my swap, Blair had a casual fling with Chuck before dumping him for Louis?? Does this mean that Chuck bribed the NYU housing office to be Dan's roommate?? Idk but those ideas do make me laugh lol)

EDIT: Wait also does this mean that Blair, Louis, and Vanessa (the one character I didn't swap btw - although I guess I kinda soft-swapped her with Eric in terms of his role in a certain scene) had a threesome that caused Blair to realize that she actually had feelings for Vanessa?? Obsessed

Anyway, I'm glad you liked it! Honestly, your championing of this fic is the reason I even finished it in the first place so thank you!!

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#dair #gossip girl #dan x blair #dan humphrey #blair waldorf #serena van der woodsen #nate archibald #chuck bass #georgina sparks #louis grimaldi #olivia burke #otp: dan loves me for me #my fics #terrainofheartfelt #strideofprideanswers

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renee-writer · 5 years

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From Gladiator to Knight Chapter 16 Merlin's Story

Claire Merlin Jamie

Claire

It is different, dining with the queen. We are seperated from our husband's, for one thing. This is very distressing for Tianna. She keeps looking toward where Jamie and Paul eat with the other knights.

"Don't worry, my dear. It is good to have a bit of separation. He will be even more eager to see you after." One of the ladies-in- waiting tells her, causing a blush to cover must of her face. And a laugh to spread through the ladies. When they all settle again, another lady asked after Lancalot.

"He is resting with Lucan looking after him. I will check on him after dinner."

"What a blessing it is to have a healer at the castle." Queen Guinevere says. The other ladies mummur agreement.

Jamie

"Does it stop Jamie? The need for her. I know she is just right over there, safe with Claire. But, it is to far away. I need to have her in touching distance." Paul ask me in Latin. I smile and pat his hand.

"I will let you know if ot ever does with Claire," I switch to Galiec, a language that I pray none of the knights understand. A language that I have been teaching Paul," I mean, our love was powerful enough to pull me with her through time, twice."

"Aye, I never thought I would be free to know love, and now, to experience such."

"I know. Claire has to go visit Merlin tomorrow. Needs some supplies. But, we are leaving ye and Tianna here. Ye are still on yer honeymoon." He smiles his thanks as the knight beside him draws him into conversation.

Claire

We all four head to Lancelot's room after dinner. We find him still asleep, but not as deep. A more normal sleep as he comes out of the Landlum.

"Has he woke at all?" I ask Lucan.

"No ma'am."

"He will soon. Can you stay until he fully does. And check on him frequently throughout the next view days," at his questioning look, I add," I must go see Merlin tomorrow. But, Tianna will be here if you need anything. Or he does. I won't be gone long."

"Yes ma'am. I can do that." With Lancelot's care sorted out, we all head to bed. We sleep deeply, only pulled from deep sleep a few times from the soft moans and groans from the newlyweds.

Jamie

Walking hand in hand with my wife in freedom, even in this strange time, is wonderful. We talk as we walk, of my childhood and hers. Of the current time. She tells me what she recalls from her studies and her time with her uncle. We are soon at Merlin's. We walk straight in. Their is a stack of papers on the little table. We walk over to them and Claire gasps.

Claire

A birth certificate. A fairly modern one.

Child's Name: Idris David Williams

Date of Birth: 14th of July 1936

Father's Name: Huey David Williams

Mother's Name: Merlyn Louis Williams

Place of Birth: Withybush Hospital Pembrokeshire.

"I meet to have that put away before you got here." A shaken Merlin says from the doorway.

"What? How? I don't..?"

Jamie

I don't know why Merlin has a document of birth from Claire's orginal time. But it is time to find out.

"You know our stories. It is time for your's." I tell him. He nods.

"It is. It started well. I was a happy child, with a good childhood

And then..

Merlin

"When I was 12 or 13, my father disappeared. Just left and didn't return one day. I ask my mum where he was. She was calm, you see. No worries. No frantic search. So, I knew, she knew. She did. But didn't tell me until I was 21.

On the occasion of my 21st birthday, she presented me with this bracelet. A gift my long absent father had left me. And told me the most amazing story. That my father was still alive, somewhere in time. And that the bracelet, would allow me to.travel too. And, more than that, have some control over where I went, and when. And that a friend of theirs had it's mate.

When my mother passed, I went in search of my father. The first place.I traveled to was here. I woke outside of the castle. There was the sound of a woman screaming, in the throes of labour. I ran to here, complied by the same force that brought me here. She was delivered of a boy. She placed him in my hands, told me she was dying, his name is Arthor, heir to the throne, and to see him safe. So, I did."

Claire

I listened to his tale with growing astonishment. The force that was controlling us all, was strong. He was present at Arthor's birth and I..

"I helped deliver you."

"What!"

"I remember your parents, the unsual names and how very sweet your mum was. I was a nurse in training."

"How extraordinary!"

"Very. One other thing, your friend with the other bracelet, does he go by Master Raymond?"

He sways then and Jamie catches him and gets him sat down. I kneel beside him and take his pulse. "How did...?"

"He is the bookbinder that helped us through in Rome. He is also Tianna's father." He gets even paler. I decide a change of topic is in order. "We can for some supplies. Lancelot broke his leg and I used up almost all the plaster cast on him. We also need more iodine." I list a few more items.

"I have all but the plaster cast. But, I am going through today. I will bring more back. Anything else you need or want."

"Chocolate and a hairbrush or two."

"I will bring those back. I am preparing for you to get out of here."

"Why can't go now?" Jamie asks.

"It just isn't quite ready yet. But soon." We left with both questions and answers.

#my writing #jamie and claire #outlander fanfic #cannon divergence #the knight one #from gladiator to knight #merlin's story #shock and connections

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hannahsmusings · 2 years

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Lou

*Jay noticed everything during the dinner, how you interacted differently with each sibling, you giving them each what their personality called for which is something she hadn’t seen in girls Lou had brought home before, most of them treating the sisters as a whole instead of individuals, you being cheeky with Lottie yet more genuinely kind with Fizzy, you bringing up trends and pop culture stuff with the twins and making them giggle and actually engage in conversation, and she knew of course you were good with the babies but seeing you in action was another level, it just warming Jay’s entire body from the inside out* *she wasn’t surprised when you immediately help her clean up, that just being in your nature, which was another thing she enjoyed seeing* *lots of girls Lou brought home assumed they didn’t need to lift a finger, but you were just the most mannered girl he’s ever been interested in and she couldn’t help but feel that was because Louis finally found his match* *she smiles at you, shooing you away from the sink before you got any ideas* Oh, thank you, love. Those pies were simply divine. If your doctor career ever goes down the tubes for some reason, you’ve got a solid back up plan with baking. *she gives you a playful smile as she starts doing the washing up, looking over at you after a few short moments of silence, watching as you dried the dishes that she had finished cleaning* He’s very taken with you, you know… I’ve never seen him so content before. He’s quite picky and fussy, if you somehow haven’t noticed, but with you… he is content. I’ve only ever seen him that comfortable with his friends. He doesn’t normally bring anyone around this early on, and especially not for a holiday as massive as Christmas. You should’ve seen his little excited face when he asked if you could come by… like a kid in a candy shop, I swear. *she smiles fondly at the mention of Louis being so happy, loving to see her eldest finally seem settled even though it has only been such a short time since he met you, Jay knowing that meant that this was something intense and important* And I know I don't know you very well yet, dear, but it is fair for me to assume that you're just as taken with him? *she gives you a knowing look, a little mischevious smile on her lips, the mention of you not having a family nearby making her feel the urge to be maternal with you, wanting you to feel comfortable with her*

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*grins fondly as you shoo me away from the sink, knowing you would do that but I was determined to help so I pick up a tea towel ready to dry* *chuckles as you mention the pies, a little embarrassed but pleased they'd gone down so well* I do love to bake, just never get a chance with the back to back shifts. This is the first year I've been off for Christmas in years. *smiles, drying the dishes as you wash them and feeling so comfortable in your company* *looks up as you speak and heart hitching as you begin talking about Louis, cheeks flushing pink and unable to hide my shy smile, it meaning so much that you as his mum seemed convinced he liked me, that reassuring me that we were both on the same page* *laughs as you say he was fussy, grinning* Yeah he can be a bit of a diva. *mumbles but grinning as it meant so much to me that Louis seemed to like my company and being around me and that you could see that* I feel honoured that I was invited then. *smiles, you making it sound like he'd never had a girlfriend over for Christmas and knowing I wasn't even at that point with him yet but wondering what that meant* *can't wipe the smile from my face as I think over your words before looking up a little startled at your question, biting my lip as my eyes crinkle with fondness, looking away in a moment of shyness as my heart pounds before looking back at you, knowing I could trust you with this information* Very. *murmurs softly, smiling* I like him a lot. *almost whispers, having barely admitted it to myself yet but now I'd said it aloud I couldn't stop* It's so easy to get caught up in the busy routine of my job and how stressful it can be but when I'm with him...*trails off for a moment as I just smile as all these memories flood through me, shrugging* He keeps me grounded, reminds me to rest and do something for me for a change.

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ocean-sailor · 3 years

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I saw some new articles that talk about Vancouver’s reopening plans saying some social gathering restrictions are expected to be gradually lifted by 2/21, but also that a complete reopening will not be possible. That makes me lose a little hope for Louis show 😔 I would think a full venue 100% capacity reopening would fall more under a complete reopening 🥺

Well - I'm torn - I haven't seen Louis on tour since 1D and I have a good seat for this show but it's also a difficult time to pull off a safe tour and I want everyone (including Louis/his band and team) to be healthy. I think BC could go either way and we still have a bit of time for it to settle down. The new cases have somewhat stabilized (but are less accurate counts as not everyone is being tested) but the hospital numbers are still high/rising (today was our highest day ever :( BC's CMOH is really trying to make Covid into an endemic vs pandemic disease so I think she'd like to lift as many restrictions as possible at the next update (Feb 15). Last time she tried this, it was an epic fail. This time she got a lot of pushback from both sides. Frontline healthcare workers/experts that know the hospitals are overwhelmed are speaking out and so are the people that are tired of everything Covid and want all restrictions gone.

For Louis/LTHQ, I imagine they're waiting until the 15th and if the 50% capacity limit is still on, I think LTHQ will have to cancel - unless they can reschedule in the days before the uk/eu leg starts 🤞

There's a lot of tour to get through before Vancouver tho - I'm actually a bit concerned about the covid protocols around Louis/his band/his team. I hope they're getting accurate information about how to stay safe. It will be very challenging with the number of people they all come into contact with - that's a huge bubble and they're going to have to be the most pedantic about it. Not something I usually associate with Louis lol.

The Omicron BA1 variant is 7x more infectious than the Delta variant (when Harry was touring). And there's a new subvariant of Omicron - BA2 that is ~1.5x more infectious than BA1 (in Denmark, it dominated over BA1 in less than a month😬). It's been found in BC/Canada but more importantly in Texas/USA - right where Louis is starting tour :( Covid case rates are much higher in most of the USA compared to Canada - BC is 2nd lowest - this chart updates daily x - and they don't have many restrictions so there's not much room for error and I don't know how they will keep everyone safe while still enjoying their tour.

I really want Louis to have a beautiful tour and for all his Louies to have the best time! I hope everyone wears a N-95 mask to protect themselves and everyone around you - including Louis and the band that can't really wear masks onstage/while singing. Covid is airborne which means that everyone in the room is sharing the same air for the whole 2 hour show so wearing a good mask is the most lovely thing you could do for Louis!

#fingers crossed everything goes well #and Louis makes it to Vanouver :)#if the Can/USA dates were starting in April instead of Feb #I think we'd have a much better chance of a covid free tour #I still have hope #but I'm also trying to be realistic #picturing a tour bus full of Louis and his lads #if one person gets sick #they'll all get sick #as there's no room to isolate #so the stakes are high

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robinine-blog · 7 years

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The Past is a Different Country

Part One can be found here: http://robinine-blog.tumblr.com/post/165123148588/the-past-is-a-different-country

Part Two is here: http://robinine-blog.tumblr.com/post/165160561770/the-past-is-a-different-country

Part Three is here: http://robinine-blog.tumblr.com/post/165268449865/the-past-is-a-different-country

Part Four is here: http://robinine-blog.tumblr.com/post/165373103435/the-past-is-a-different-country

Or if you prefer AO3; https://archiveofourown.org/works/12027279/chapters/27224769

Ok guys, prepare yourselves

Chapter Five - The Mom Question

The kids share an uncertain look.

Uncle Donald hasn't moved. Hasn't looked at them. Just. Stood there. Looking. At nothing.

"I think we broke him." Louie whispers.

---

"The Spear of Selene! Don!" A woman screamed dramatically,

"Ahh!" Dewey wakes with a scream, rolling out of the hammock and crashing into the cushions below.

"I know!" Donald yells, bouncing round in circles with Della.

Della giggles, "We found it, we found it!" She sings.

"You're a legend Del!" Donald grins, spinning her.

Dewey scrambled up, rubbing his eyes. "What?"

"Hey cuz!" Della pounced, picking him up and spinning him around. "You're awake!" She hugged him to her chest, then plonked him back down again.

Dewey inched back, only to bump into Donald.

Donald chuckled, and put a hand on his shoulder, bending down to whisper, "she hasn't slept much."

Dewey looks back at his Mom. She's his Mom. There's a lump in his throat.

She's dangling Huey upside down.

What!?

Dewey rushes over, she's going to drop him! But Huey is laughing as Della swings him right side up.

"Um… hi?" He waves, Della is giving him an amused look. Huey waves back.

"Want to hold him?" Della asked, and Dewey barely holds out his hands before his brother, his brother's a baby! is dropped in his arms.

"That one is…" Della paused. She glanced down into the crib. "Louie is in green... "

Dewey stared frozen at the bundle of fluff in his arms, barely daring to breath. Huey stares back. The smile is gone, and Huey is clearly trying to decide whether he likes this new situation.

"Huey Del. You dressed Huebert in red, blue for Dewford, green for Louis." Donald recited, he's grinning as he leans against the wall.

"Hi?" Dewey mouths, and Huey gives him a mournful look and pats him on the chest.

"Right!" Della spins back around, and Dewey takes a step back, cradling the tiny duckling to his chest. She points, "That's Huey. Huey, this is…"

"Dewey?" Dewey fills in when Della swirls her hand in a come on motion.

"Nope!" Della declares, "one Dewey limit! We already have a Dewey."

"Della." Donald raises an eyebrow at her.

Della glanced over to her brother, "Donald." She echoes in the same tone of voice, and gestured wildly "What are we meant to yell when he falls into the sea again? Can't yell Dewey or we'll be looking for a hatchling to rescue instead of a cousin."

Dewey laughed, and she grinned down at him. "So cuz, what are we calling you?"

Dewey shrugged, and rested his chin against the soft down feathers on Huey's head. "I've always been Dewey."

"With a name like yours, I'm not surprised." Donald commented.

Della put her hand under her chin and leaned forward. Dewey leaned back, bumping against the wall. 'Hmm' she vocalised loudly. "Main character trait?"

"I'm impulsive?" Dewey tried to inch sideways.

"Imp!" Della yelled, bouncing backwards and twirling. "Don, this is now Imp."

"Della." Donald rolled his eyes, "If you don't like it, she'll probably forget." He mock glares at Della, "When she gets some SLEEP!"

"Sleep? Sleep? What is that? I think I remember a vague period of rest… maybe Wednesday?" Della stares off into space, counting off her fingers, "Or was it Thursday?"

Dewey giggles. "I like it." He decides, his Mom gave him a nickname. Everything is soft and fluffy. Mom's like him. He's like Mom.

She's utterly terrifying, and amazing, and…

His chest hurts. He wants to cry.

Donald slips over to sit beside him, a warm arm slung around his shoulders and he's pulled into a hug.

"My mom…" he whispers, and he doesn't know if Donald hears him. He doesn't know if he cares.

Donald sighs, and runs his fingers through Dewey's feathers, straightening them as he goes. Huey gets lifted away, but the little duckling leans over to wipe at Dewey's tears.

"So, we're off to South America. Do you have your passport?" Donald asks.

Dewey shakes his head.

"I'm going to get my plane ready. Sorry Imp, maybe next time, we can't exactly sneak you across the border." Della declares, "It's not like there's a hidden nook perfectly sized to hold a kid or two." She winks, and swings herself out the boat

Dewey sneaks a look at Donald, more than a little confused.

"I think we should eat. How do you feel about a pasta bake?" Donald nudged him.

"Like I could eat it all?" Dewey offered.

Donald laughed, and hauled him up. "Let's put the fluff balls in the pen so they can watch, and we'll make supper."

--- Uncle Donald suddenly fell to his knees, digging his fingers into the carpet. It's sticky and slimy. He's sinking. He's drowning. "What. Happened." He still can't look at them. He can't see them. There's the heavy scent of rot, it's too humid out here.

The kids start talking all at once, and he can't understand, it's just noise. He can barely hear them over the rushing of the river. A rising cascade of sound.

Donald swiped his hand across, cutting them off. Della's gone. Imp's gone. He's all that's left.

No. He's not there. He's not. He has to be here. For them. The river dulls to a distant roar. There's carpet under his hands, not mud.

Dewey needs him.

"Huey. Explain. Now."

---

"So there we were, surrounded by Beagle boys, crammed between two shipping crates, Ma Beagle getting closer and closer, and you know what Scrooge says?"

Dewey leaned forward, balancing on the edge of his seat. "No?"

"I'm sorry lass, I should never have insulted your cooking!" Donald posed dramatically with the pepper shaker. "He pulls out one of Della's rock cakes, and threw it at Ma Beagle. Bang!" Donald slammed down the pepper shaker.

"Really?" Dewey said, standing on his chair and staring up at Donald, wide eyed and tail wagging.

"Down that old hag went, we come storming out…"

The door opened, "Sounds like you're having fun Don." Della said as she let herself in.

Donald blushed, and rubbed the back of his head, "Well..."

"Having fun Imp?" She asked, much calmer than before.

"You are both amazing!" Dewey said, welding the table cutlery in imitation of a sword fight.

Della laughed as she brushed past the baby pen, glancing down at the three young ducklings "I see Don has been telling you some tall tales."

"Not that tall." Donald said, "And I see someone took a nap."

"Yep. I'm all ready to fly when you are."

"After dinner please." Donald said, poking his fork at Dewey, "And remember Imp. There's a lose panel behind the wing. Leads straight to a crawl space."

Dewey blinked. Glancing between the two as they shared knowing looks.

Wait. No. Uncle Donald wouldn't...

--- "Get in the car." Uncle Donald ordered. He's shaking and Huey really doesn't think he should be driving.

"But uncle Donald." Huey started, he can't let his uncle do this. He's already lost one brother.

"In. The. Car." Huey flinched and looked to Louie.

Louie is wide eyed, and staring at Uncle Donald. Webby whimpered, and no Huey isn't going to let his uncle do something crazy.

"Donald. You are not driving." Mrs Beakley said, emerging from the shadows. Huey sighs in relief. Backup! They're saved!

"I'm going to kill him." Donald growled.

Huey can't stop the small noise of protest, any more than he can let go of Louie.

"Fine. After we get Master Dewey back."

Donald nodded sharply, and tossed the keys at Beakley.

Huey gulps.

---

Dewey was humming under his breathe, half dancing, half sneaking to the tune of his theme music.

Donald and Della had made some very obvious noises about getting the ducklings settled and strapped in before take off.

Time aplenty to sneak aboard.

"Behind the wing, behind the wing…" There was only one side easily accessible on the plane, right next to the dock between Donald's houseboat, and Della's seaplane. He tapped the panels, one by one. And was completely floored when one battered panel popped open.

Wait. Seriously? He glanced back at the loading ramp, where Donald was innocently whistling and rocking one of the ducklings, pacing back and forth while he waited for Della.

"My family is awesome!" He declared, and crawled inside the plane, shutting the panel behind him. There was enough light coming through the grate that he could see a catch and lock on the inside of the panel. "And they've done this before?"

He locked the panel in place, and wiggled along the crawl space, until he came to a ladder. Curious, because had they seriously planned this? Dewey climbed the ladder, and found a little cubby hole, softly padded and lined with blankets and pillows, just the right size for a mid sized adult.

Dewey tilted his head, "They have definitely done this before." As he crawled in and made himself comfortable. It was warm and cozy, smelling ever so familiar. He wondered who had used it last.

He was half asleep when he heard a knocking. "I hope everyone is strapped in." Donald's voice came through loud and clear.

"Oh. Right." Dewey muttered, feeling around for something like a seatbelt, and clicking it in place. "Aye aye captain!"

He heard Donald laugh, "All set Aviator!"

"It looks like clear skies ahead Sailor!" Della responded as she started the engine.

Dewey drifted off, warm and safe. He smiled, his family was so cool.

---

"Either Scrooge comes out here, or we go in." Donald growled, slamming his hands on the receptionist's desk.

"I'm sorry Mr Duck, but I can't…"

Scrooge stormed through the door. Donald had no right to start terrorising his employees.

"Donald?" He snapped, "I don't know what you think you're doing…"

"Dewey's gone." Donald snapped back.

No. No. He couldn't. He wouldn't.

Scrooge firmed his stance, automatically preparing to dodge a blow. "He ran away? What happened?"

Donald folded his arms, "It's your fault. If you hadn't left cursed treasures in your mansion…!"

No. No he checked everything. It was all under lock and key. His home was safe. He made it safe for them.

"Cursed? What did he touch!"

"The Amulet of Kronos, Mr McDuck." Webby said, sandwiched between Huey and Louie. The boys were both glaring at Scrooge.

It was Della all over again. Donald had that exact same look.

"There's no such… thing…" Scrooge trailed off. "Ugly stone tablet? Blue glowing eyes?"

"They were red." Huey said.

A memory flashed in front of his eyes. An impossible dream. An impossible future. But, maybe…?

"I thought it was used up…" Scrooge said, "I suppose… maybe it needed time to recharge?"

Donald came back to him, even after everything. Maybe it wasn't an impossible future.

"Where's Dewey?" Donald snapped his fingers in front of Scrooge's eyes. Scrooge flinched, refocusing on Donald.

"He's in the past. Somewhere. No. Somewhen."

Scrooge paused, letting his determination seize him. "And I know how to find him."

@donaldtheduckdad @miilkydayz Guys, rollercoaster, I just. I had to. My fingers slipped. I tried to warn you.

#ducktales #donald duck #scrooge mcduck #ducktales 2017 #huey dewey and louie #huey duck #louie duck #webby vanderquack #time travel #fanfic #lost twin au #well not yet #but we'll get there #della duck

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eeveedel · 7 years

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Ahhh I love the newest louis/alex drabble! Can't wait to see more from the two of them. If you're still taking prompts I'd love to see something about the first time they realized they liked each other as more than just friends

This is a short lil fluffy smut-free thing but I still hope you enjoy it. This is part three of this oncoming verse and here’s part one and part two.

This one takes place about three years before the events of the first two drabbles and thus three years before the events of Dunkirk. Warnings for allusions to period typical homophobia and apologies for any errors, I do these drabbles unbetaed x

The paper bag in Alex’s hand crinkled as he walked down the street, the thickness of the summer air pushing down hard on his shoulders and making his shirt stick to his back and underneath his arms.

It wasn’t even close to getting dark despite being closer to evening than afternoon, and Alex really should’ve gone straight home to the four-person shared room he rented during the summer while the university was out. His hands reeked of the smell of medicine, marred from another day working at the pharmacy, shoveling pills and tonics into bottles or ringing up orders for customers.

He rounded the corner and made his way to the small corner store, the place he used to go just for a few random groceries, but now he was there nearly every day, trying to stagger some of his visits to different times, sometimes just waiting outside, always having a different excuse prepared and ready for why he was there.

He should go home. But once a month, the paper bag in his hand gave him a decent excuse to be here, and he wasn’t about to waste it.

Alex pushed his way into the shop, letting the bell above the door ring loud and clear. Mrs. Lawrence still ran the store, but she was nearing ninety and did her managing from a chair at the back of the shop, so when he walked in, he was only greeted by one person, who was standing on a step stool restocking some front shelves and who turned at the sound of the bell.

“Hi,” Louis smiled, and then dropped his hands from the shelf as he climbed back down the step stool

“Hi,” Alex returned, and then held up the bag, “I have your medicine,”

“I know,” Louis laughed, “I expected that much,”

Louis went over to him, taking the bag and folding down the top of the bag even tighter, and then wandered to the front counter of the shop, scribbling in the employee ledger that usually only he filled out.

“She’s asleep,” Louis said, “I’ll just go put this upstairs and I’ll be right back, alright?”

Alex nodded, and Louis smiled again and then wandered to the very back of the small shop and then to the back door that led to the stairs that would take him up to the small apartment above the store that Mrs. Lawrence had let him rent out of his pay.

Louis didn’t talk about it much anymore, but he had stayed here when his family had moved away a few years ago and left him in the dust. This was what he had left, now.

That, and Alex’s insistence that they see each other as many afternoons as they could when they were both in town.

He had met Louis when they were kids, didn’t bother to speak to him until years later, and then kept him close right up until he went off to uni on his grandfather’s inheritance and wrote him letters after. He liked Louis, and not many other people seemed to give him the time of the day, so Alex always made sure that if Louis had a story to tell, or a frustration to talk about, or was just in need or company, Alex gave him his time.

There were other reasons Alex snuck to him so tight. He just couldn’t quite say those aloud yet.

Louis came down the stairs not too much later, wearing a fresh shirt and carrying a jacket he wouldn’t need in this heat.

“Do you have to get home soon?” he asked.

“Not really,” Alex shrugged, “My shift’s over now and I’m not making dinner,”

He probably would’ve given him the same answer even if he did have to get home, but for tonight it was the truth.

“Good,” Louis smiled, “Let’s go for a walk,”

“A walk” always meant the same thing.

There was a park in town. It was a joke of a thing; the grass was dead and the trees were skinny and not even kids would come to play, but Louis liked it for whatever reason, and Alex would go where he would follow.

It only took them a few minutes to reach the park, and then another few to reach Louis’s favorite spot, the opposite side of a small slope of a hill. It was properly getting dark now, the sky changing its mood quickly. Louis settled into the grass, propping himself back on his elbows, and Alex sat next to him.

“How was your day?” Alex asked. Every day, it was the same question, and Louis snorted.

“Just fine,” he said. Again, it was always the same answer.

The bugs droned in the distance, and Alex closed his eyes and took a breath, feeling like he could swim in this heat. Louis was a healthy distance away form him, but he could feel him there, could sense his movement and the rise and fall of his chest even from far away.

He had spent too much time with him. Sometimes Alex would be in class hours away and still think he could feel Louis’s breath inside his own chest.

“When do you leave me again, huh?” Louis asked, and it was enough to make Alex open his eyes and look over.

“School starts first week of September,” he said, “I’ll probably head in a week before,”

“Mm,” Louis hummed, “That’s what, a month for us?”

“Give or take?”

“I’d take a few more days if you’re offering,” Louis said, and Alex smiled and shook his head.

“This town is shit without you,” Louis said softly, “I don’t wanna think about you not being here anymore,”

“Could take you with me,” Alex said easily. The words always came easy with Louis, “Pack you in my trunk, let you sleep in my room,”

“And what?” Louis grinned, “Hide when you brought a girl home? Tuck myself up in your chest of drawers?”

Alex’s breath hitched and he shook his head, his voice hardening.

“Haven’t brought a girl home in a long time,” he said, and Louis snorted and shrugged.

“Then I guess this plan is seamless,” he said, and Alex laughed, but it sounded hollow in his ears.

Louis turned forward, letting out into the sad, dead landscape of the park, and Alex should’ve moved his gaze away to look forward, too, but instead he found himself fixating on Louis’s profile. The sun was still out, enough to reflect off the slope of Louis’s nose and the height of his cheekbones and the slight pout of his mouth. His hair was freshly cut, close to his ears but still long over his eyes, and Alex wondered, not for the first time, if it was soft.

Louis was beautiful.

He had thought that for a while, and he still felt his belly surge when he thought it. It was a thought that was wrong to have, he’d sat through enough Catholic services and heard enough chatter from his classmates to know that much. But he couldn’t stop the thought. It was there. He could barely remember how it had started. Maybe it was when he was fourteen and they went swimming together in the public pool for the first time, or when he was eighteen and Louis had nearly given his bum heart an excuse to implode when he had sprinted to tell Harry good-bye at the station. Maybe it was earlier than that, when Alex was six years old and saw Louis for the first time in a schoolyard. He couldn’t trace the start, the first raindrop. He just knew he was in the midst of a storm now.

Louis didn’t flinch, didn’t look back over at him, and part of Alex was glad, but part of him wished he would look over, give him a knowing smile.

Alex had less than a month of staying here before the semester started again. For now, Louis would be here, working in that shop and tucking away what cash he could. But one day, Alex could come home and Louis might be gone. He deserved as much, but one day, he might be standing outside that shop, waiting for his beautiful, forbidden face to appear, and he would never get it.

The thought made his chest tight. He could chase it away; that wasn’t now, that wasn’t even soon, and Louis was here now and he was beautiful and they were sitting in the summer heat in an empty park and it was fine, it was all fine.

But the thought wouldn’t leave him, and soon Alex felt himself move, until his hand shifted and settled between them in the grass, close to Louis’s leg. A bit too close.

He could hear his own heartbeat in his ears, coupled with the hammering of his heart.

If he listened closely, he could hear Louis breathing, too.

He could pull his hand back right now and say it meant nothing, but the fact it was there, and there for so long, now, meant that it did mean something.

Louis could slap him and spit in his house and tell the whole town about him and Alex would deserve it, but the fact he didn’t do that had to mean something, too.

But Alex didn’t dare more any closer.

Not when his hand right there was already something big, and coming closer…

That was something massive.

Then, he heard Louis breath in, and his voice came softly, so dangerously soft.

“You gonna put that hand anywhere useful?” he murmured.

Alex’s breath hitched, and when he looked over, Louis was looking straight at him, his mouth straight, his eyes wide, his bottom lip shifting. Shaking.

He knew. He knew what Alex and had done, and he wasn’t mad. He was welcoming it, and Alex barely had time to take in what that meant for him and his lingering thoughts. He was already thinking what this meant for Louis. He was taking a risk, too, in acknowledging it. In asking for something else.

Alex let out a breath, let the tension in his chest release for one brief moment.

He kept his eyes close on Louis’s, and then he let his hand drift closer, until his fingers were curling against the fabric of Louis’s trousers. Louis closed his eyes, his exhale so loud in Alex’s ears, and then he bobbed his head, nodding.

“No one ever comes here,” Louis said softly, still not looking up, and Alex knew what he meant.

No one ever bothered to come here. No one would see.

So he let his hand shift over Louis’s thigh and tighten on the inside of his leg. Louis’s breathing hitched and his eyes cast down, looking at Alex’s fingers on his thigh, and Alex didn’t dare move to do anything else. This already felt like too much.

Louis still wasn’t looking at him, and Alex felt like he hadn’t been able to see Louis’s eyes for years instead of seconds.

“You fancy me, huh,” Louis said softly. Still so softly. A fragile type of soft that was in danger of breaking.

Alex swallowed, and his fingers shifted on Louis’s leg.

“Yeah,” he said.

He didn’t try to add anything else. Didn’t try to say “I think so” or “Maybe” or “I’ve been trying to figure it out. Trying to think maybe it’s your eyelashes or your hips or your voice or the parts of you that are so like a girl, but it’s not that. Because I fancy your hard shoulders and the bulge in your throat and your laugh and your smile and you, it’s just you that I fancy.”

He didn’t say any of that. But Louis nodded, like he could understand everything Alex couldn’t dare say.

And then he lifted his head, and Alex finally got a flash of his eyes, like a slice of summer sky.

“You gonna kiss me or leave me waiting?” Louis asked, and his voice was maybe a bit stronger now, but if anyone would have been around, his words still would’ve been drowned out by the crickets and mosquitoes and the one owl that always seemed to come out too early.

Alex didn’t think he could remember how to breath.

Louis shifted, and Alex’s hand molded over his thigh, tucking into the inside of his leg, his fingers feeling Louis’s warm skin through his trousers. Louis’s hand lifted up, tucked itself against Alex’s chest, right over his hammering heart and his useless lungs. Louis’s fingers pushed into his skin, enough to ground Alex and make him look up and into Louis’s eyes again, which were so, so close now, closer than he had ever been.

“I don’t – “ Alex said, and then swallowed, “What do I do if I wanna kiss you? Afterwards?”

Louis just blinked, once, shook his head.

“I don’t know,” he admitted.

Alex swallowed, nodded. It was so hot. So hot and so quiet and so normal. Like every other evening where his life hadn’t changed in a moment, in the touch of a hand, in an offer too good to pass up.

He felt himself moving forward, and then Louis was moving forward, too, and Alex had the good sense to open his lips just a bit right before they connected, and then he was kissing Louis and Louis was kissing him.

Here was the thing.

It could have been nothing.

Because Louis’s lips…they just felt like lips. Alex knew what those felt like, knew the movement of chapped, wet skin on his own. But this was Louis, and somehow, that made all the difference. He felt like he could taste Louis’s laugh on his lips. With each movement of Louis’s mouth, he could remember seeing him the first time, the second time, and every time after that.

He finally pulled away because his lungs were burning, robbed of air not for the first time, and he panted and shook his head, looking up at Louis, meeting his eyes, perfectly round now. Louis’s gaze flickered to Alex lips and then he looked back up.

“What do we do now?” Alex asked, and Louis looked at him steadily.

“Kiss me one more time,” he said. Alex opened his mouth, about to tell him that that wasn’t a real plan, but Louis shook his head hard.

“If you get scared and run off and never see me again, I’ll forgive you,” Louis said firmly, “But I want one more thing to remember you by,”

Louis was shivering, now, and Alex was damn sure it wasn’t because of the weather.

He grabbed Louis’s jacket from where it was resting in the grass, draped it over his shoulders, and then drew him close to his chest.

“Louis,” he said firmly, “I would never do that,”

The other boy didn’t speak, and Alex squeezed him tighter.

“I’ve liked you for a fair long while,” he said, “Not gonna let go of you now that I’ve got you,”

Louis stilled in his arms, lifted his chin enough to meet his eyes.

“A while, huh,” he said, and Alex nodded.

“Then show me that,” Louis said. His voice was hard but still shaking, his eyes firm but still open, and Christ, Alex had Louis’s beautiful, fragile heart nearly cupped in his hands, but Louis had his, too, and he didn’t have a choice of what to do next, but even if he did he still would’ve moved forward to kiss Louis again.

His mouth still tasted like laughter and Alex’s daydreams, and Alex’s hand was still on the inside of his thigh, and he felt Louis exhale against his lips, his muscles relaxing against him.

This time, when he pulled away, Louis went to rest his chin on Alex’s shoulder, keeping his body pressed tight against him.

“You ever kiss another bloke?” he asked softly, and Alex shook his head.

“No,” he said, “You?”

“Once,” Louis admitted, and Alex started a bit, tightening his hold on Louis’s back.

“Once?” he parroted, and Louis nodded, his chin bobbing against his shoulder.

“Why do you think my parents packed up and left me here?” he asked.

His voice was soft and didn’t even sound bitter, but Alex gasped softly and gripped him harder.

“Oh, Louis,” he said.

“Don’t you go feeling sorry for me. That’s long past now,” Louis said, his voice muffled in Alex’s shirt, “You’re more handsome than the other bloke I kissed. I just thought you’d like to know,”

Alex couldn’t find it in him to laugh.

Louis had been left behind, and now he was in his arms, and Alex wasn’t about to let go of him.

“Maybe I won’t go to uni next year. I’ll stay here with you,”

“Maybe I’ll smack you in the mouth if you even think about giving up on that for me,” Louis said, and then pulled back, looking at him full on, “Really, though. If you get the hell out and don’t even come back, at the very least I finally got to figure out how your mouth feels,”

Alex’s mouth twitched, growing into a smile.

“You’ve been thinkin’ about me then?”

“No shit,” Louis sighed, “You’re the worst kind of pretty, you know that? Know you’re pretty,”

“Pretty enough to kiss me again?”

Louis snorted, his mouth straightening.

“We’re tested our luck too much tonight,” he said, “I can try to give you that some kiss some other time,”

Alex blinked at the boy in front of him, his features dark now in the lost sunlight, and he swallowed hard.

“There’s gonna be another time?”

“I’ll be really fucking pissed if there’s not,” Louis said.

Alex laughed and shook his head.

“We gotta figure out what to do now,” Alex said, “Gotta figure out what to do next now that I kissed you,”

“Right,” Louis nodded, and then quickly looked ahead of him, blinking out at the span of the park for so long Alex thought he was thinking over their whole future, counting out the days and years and planning every one of them.

And then he turned back and smiled.

“Walk me back home,” he said, and Alex nodded.

“I can do that.”

#drabbles #larry fanfiction #larry fanfic #alex x louis #do alex and louis have a ship name? idk #another drabble is coming tonight after I get back from seeing this movie for a third time lol #Anonymous #ask

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