#tea time with chai hat tea

[chai-hat-tea]

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[razrbladekiss]

MAPLE HAZEL | Joel Miller

SUMMARY: he’s grumpy, and you’ve got enough happiness for the pair of you. you visit joel’s little coffee shop every morning, and he can’t deny that he enjoys the monotony of life with you the other side of his counter.

PAIRING: pre-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

WARNINGS: inspired by lorelai gilmore and luke danes, so with that info do what you will. this is full on golden retriever x black cat realness. fluffy. banter-y. dialogue-y. joel is grumpy but he’s sexy so we don’t mind. enjoy, my besties. not sure if i’ll do a part two, but i’ll let you know in due time, of course.🍁🫶🏻

SERIES MASTERLIST

It’s like he’s moving from muscle memory. Putting down a cinnamon roll and maple hazel latte—with two extra shots of espresso—in front of the third purple stool at his counter, is almost ingrained into his brain. He wonders if one day you’ll ever take him by surprise and order pancakes, or a chai tea.

And you will. Just not today.

“Cinnamon roll, please!” You call from the door as you bumble over the threshold, fighting with the belt loop on your coat that’s gotten stuck on a brassy handle for the third time this morning.

“Already one step ahead of ‘ya.” Joel gestures to the breakfast spread at the wooden bar, and you smile.

Despite being a closed-off, stupid-person-hating, placid-at-times, grumpy old man, you can’t help admitting that you enjoy Joel’s company and general presence in your life.

His shop appeared on Birch Grove one sunny Saturday morning about three years ago, and you haven’t skipped a day since. Aside from Christmas Day, you have religiously sat at Joel’s counter and shared the trials and tribulations of life in Dallas as an overzealous twenty-something every single day.

He’s a great listener. Or, at least, you think that he is. He never interrupts you, or speaks over you. Joel always lends an ear to listen, even if he doesn’t always say all that much in response to whatever it is that you’re elucidating or complaining about.

“Thank you.” Breathlessly, you say. You take a seat and dump your purse onto the counter. “Got a busy day today. I’ve got a meeting, and I’m meeting Maria for lunch, and I’ve got a date—“

Joel’s face heats up. He turns to face you, striving to stay indifferent.

“A date?” Nonchalant, he asks. He slings a dish-cloth over his shoulder, and lifts a brow. “Does this man know that he’s going on a date with you?”

You make a face while stuffing a fork-full of pastry into your mouth. He’s so smug. With his stupid flannel and stupid little hat, you just want to rip the complacency from his lips. But he’s a good man. Just likes to try and take you down a few pegs.

But he can’t. Because you’re stubborn. And a little annoying.

“No, I just thought that I’d show up at his house in the middle of the night—because I’ve followed him home from work a few times and know where he lives—and rip him right out of his bed just like the troll that Danny Devito plays in Its Always Sunny.”

Joel let’s out a little laugh, not bothering to argue that what you had just told him didn’t actually happen in that episode, but finding it funny nonetheless.

He nods his head to you. “What’s his name?”

“Marcus.” Exaggerating your heart-eyed gaze, you tell him. “I met him at Costco—“

“Ah, Costco. Where every great love story starts. First you’re bulk-buying toilet paper, the next you’re sharing a dollar fifty hot dog—“

“Ha ha, Joel, you’re soooo funny.”

“I try.” He says, flippant, pouring coffee into another customer’s cup when they appear at the counter for a refill. He lifts the carafe and gestures to your almost-empty mug. “Want another?”

Your gaze is set on your wristwatch. It’s seven twenty-nine, and you need to be at work for nine thirty. Mentally you strive to figure out how much more time you can spend at the cafe, before you’re having to leave to get there on time.

“Is it maple hazel flavored?”

Joel tilts his head, glaring at you.

You swig the dregs of latte in your mug, and then push the polka-dot ceramic across to him. “Please.” You say, shyly.

Joel busies himself with customers, and general business-owner things for a few minutes while you finish your cinnamon roll and coffee. You can’t help watching him.

Because he’s great. He’s very caring—though extremely stern at times—and you know that if you’re having a bad day, Joel is only a two minute and thirteen second walk away.

He feels the same, too. Kind of. He knows that you’ll be sauntering into his shop at some point every day, and finds himself looking forward to seeing your wide-eyed gaze and larger-than-life smile.

And though he won’t admit it in so many words, Joel has a soft spot for you. It hasn’t always been apparent—he thought that you were utterly insufferable and obsessive when he first met you—but he can’t deny the fact that his life would be very dull without you.

Even if you do have a tendency to try to get underneath his skin.

“Are you dating, Joel?”

He rolls his eyes.

“What? It’s a very normal question to ask somebody that hasn’t been in a serious relationship for an entire twelve months.”

He pulls the cloth from his shoulder and wipes at his hands. “You and I both know that I ain’t got no interest in settlin’ down with anyone. Not yet, anyway.”

“You were willing to with Tess.” Pushing things a little, you say. You lift the coffee mug to your lips when Joel opens his mouth to chastise you, but he can’t.

He can’t because you’re right. He can’t because he wanted to, once upon a time. Before Tess walked out of his life—not long after you started frequenting his shop—he wanted it all. A wife, kids, the white picket fence that his parents had back in Austin when he was a kid.

But it doesn’t always work out that way, and Joel has learned to live with the idea that if it’s too good to be true, then it most likely is.

“I can set you up with someone—“

“Not happening.” He says. “Last time you sent me on a blind date, the girl asked me if I was into pegging.”

You giggle. “Well? Are you—“

Joel says your name, glaring pointedly.

“Sorry.” Instinctively, your lips are set into a straight line. “But I can totally do better, this time. I know this girl—she works at this law firm—and—“

“Not interested.”

“Okay.” You smile, tight-lipped. You lift your mug, striving for your third cup of coffee this morning.

Joel pours the liquid gold into the cup, before he’s telling you that he’s not going to be giving you another for fear of you ricocheting off of each wall in his place.

“You’ll turn into a cup ‘a coffee one day.”

Nodding—with a completely content smile—you say; “least I’ll be happy.”

“You’re always happy.” Joel mithers to himself, turning away. It’s one thing that he admires about you, though loathes at the same time.

Endless optimism and positivity is only something that he can long for, because he’s simply not capable of it. It baffles him how you are, especially when he’s—on occasion—so rude to you. So miserable, and cold, and completely undeserving of your friendship.

He likes that you’re so forgiving. That—even after he accidentally offended you last summer when making a comment about your then boyfriend—you can never hold a grudge, especially when it comes to him.

Because you both hold one another on a pedestal so high, neither can seem to do anything to tear themselves down. And Joel really enjoys your daily routine. That’s why he’s never not in the shop.

“You got any weekend plans?”

“Never do.”

You stretch out your arms—intertwining your fingers as you do to make them click—and offer a small smile when he cringes.

“You wanna catch a movie?” Shirking the idea that you have a date tonight—with a man who you really aren’t all that interested in, you’re just being nice—you propose.

Joel’s heart starts to beat at a tempo that’s noticeably quicker than usual. Not a lot, but it’s certainly faster.

“I think that the theatre downtown is showing the original Beetlejuice, on Saturday.”

He nods, approving. “I—uh—I’ll have to get someone to cover—“

“I’m sure you can ask your brother. Or maybe Maria?”

“I ‘spose.” Reluctant, he says. “But what about Michael? What if he wants a second date?”

“Well, his name is Marcus. And if he wants a second date—which I doubt he will—then he’ll just have to live with the fact that I have plans with a friend on Saturday night.”

He hopes that you can’t see him blush.

“Won’t it be weird?”

“Why?”

“We hardly speak outside of the shop.”

“God, Joel.” You throw your head back, laughing. “We’re the same people wherever we are. And we’re going to the movies—not a lot of talking takes place there, hon.”

His nostrils flare at your sarcasm, but mainly at the little pet name. Joel knows that you’re sweet—that you often use those terms of endearment when speaking with those that you care about—but it does something to him.

Something that he does not like.

“You can either come, or stay here and be miserable because you have no social life, or no girlfriend, or no other friends aside from me, your brother, and your brother’s wife—“

“Alright, fine.” Joel stops your miniature hate-train, and puts his hands against the counter. Your eyes zone in on the veins embellished within tan skin—how prominent they are when he’s fronting irritation—and let out a small sigh.

He’d be a lot more handsome if he smiled more, you think.

“So.” You paw at your purse, pulling it off the wood. “I’ll let you know what time the showing is, and we can make plans around that.”

Joel rounds the island and follows you as you pad toward the door, veritably sweating. “Plans?” He asks. “You never said nothin’ ‘bout plans. I thought we were just gonna catch a movie?”

“We are.” You tell him. “But we need to buy snacks, and grab dinner before we go—“

“Now you’re just describing a date.”

You shake your head. “No, I’m describing hanging out with a friend, Joel.”

“A friend?”

“An acquaintance…?” Testing the waters, you ask. Your eyes squint a bit, awaiting his retort.

But he just smiles.

“A friend.”

You smile back. Bigger.

“Perfect.” Your purse is slinging over your shoulder, and you pull your jacket to close so that the darned loops don’t get stuck on the door handle. Again. “I can’t wait.”

“It’ll be…nice.”

“Jeez, Joel. At least try to sound enthused.”

His hands shoot up in defense. “I am. Just have a hard time showin’ it.”

Your head nods. “I know. I’m only kidding. It’s nobody’s fault that you’re the human equivalent of Oscar The Grouch—“

“Alright, get out.” He holds open the door for you, smiling tight-lipped as he watches you leave. “Enjoy your meeting. And your lunch. And your date.”

You chuckle, thanking him with another bright smile.

“See you in the morning, Joel.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You step onto the sidewalk—that’s festooned with red and orange leaves as the tree above starts to shed its skin—turning to wave at him. “See ‘ya, kiddo.”

[zorosangell]

Imagine Katakuri sitting still while his daughters cover him in glitter, nail polish, and hair clips 🎀 Just imagine him having a sweet little bonding moment with his girls

⛥ﾟ・。 fairytale

SECRET BONUS/prequel to pocus -- katakuri is busy playing tea party with his daughters when his two sons attempt to party crash—with a twist. luckily, sir dad is here to save the day.

cw: fluff, comfort, dad katakuri, katakuri is katakuri, the girls are adorable, he is thirty-five, you are thirty-four, soda is eleven, cocoa is eight, the twins are four, chai is two,

"So, tell me, Sir Dad, how goes your work in the Lollipop Court?" Cocoa asked in a British accent, tipping her nose in the air. "I heard you're working on a tough case."

Your large, floppy sun hat—which was entirely too big—sat slightly crooked on her head, shading her face as she took a sip out of her empty, plastic tea cup.

Unsure of what to say, Katakuri hesitated a moment, quickly wracking his brain for something.

He had no idea he worked in the Lollipop Court, much less was currently on a case.

Hell, he didn't even know how Cocoa knew what a court case was.

"It goes... well..." he answered, unsure, as he raised a brow, his two, large fingers completely dwarfing the tiny teacup in their grasp.

"Daddy!" Latte loudly whispered, stealing his attention as she leaned over from her seat next to him, shielding her mouth from her older sister. "You gotta stick your pinky out! S'the tea party rules!"

Glancing down at his hand, he quickly corrected himself, before turning back to her.

"My mistake."

Promptly, Cocoa nodded, before turning to her younger sister.

"Lady Latte, how goes your fashion business?" she asked, fake eating a toy scone. "I must say, I loved your fashion show."

"It goes soooo good!" Latte grinned, her accent coming off more Valley Girl than British. "I just got finished making a new skirt! Look!"

She motioned toward her father, who was sitting in a chair entirely too small for him, his leather-clad knees pressed firmly against his bare chest.

Around his large waist sat an equally large, sparkly, pink tutu, which the young girl had actually managed to sew herself—with your assistance, of course.

"His hair! I did Sir Dad's hair!" Frappe chimed in, excitedly, pointing toward his spiky, pink hair, which was now haphazardly filled with all sorts of flowery clips and blows.

Proudly, Cocoa nodded, taking another "sip" of her tea.

"And, of course, I did a splendid job on his makeup."

Together, the girls' gazes shifted toward his face, where his cheeks were adorned with large, circular blotches of blush and matching pink eye shadow.

His usual neutral expression made him look like he'd rather be anywhere but there, but the girls knew their father and knew that wasn't what he meant by it at all.

"Fantastic jobs, everybody! Let's toast!" Cocoa cheered.

"Yeah!" Frappe and Latte agreed, raising their cups in the air.

But, for a moment, the girls paused, quickly realizing that none of them knew how to actually toast.

"Uhhh... nice work?" Cocoa suggested, unsure.

"Yeah, nice work!" the twins played along.

The four of them happily clinked their glasses together—Katakuri included—promptly taking a large sip.

Expectantly, Latte watched as her father downed his tea, waiting for his commentary.

"Whaddya think, Daddy? Do ya like it?" she whispered, excited. "I made it myself!"

Nodding, he leaned over, giving her soft head pats.

"It's delicious, munchkin," he complimented, heart warming when her eyes turned starry. "You did a very good job."

Cocoa and Frappe hummed in agreement, each pretending to take a bite out of a toy cucumber sandwich.

"I—"

Instantly, Katakuri's haki kicked in, showing him a rather tumultuous future.

'Oh, no.'

"RAH!" Soda exclaimed, bursting into the girls' room with a flourish, beginning the assault on his sisters with his two water guns. "TIME TO CRASH!"

"EEEEEEK!" the girls squealed, putting up their hands in defense as their older brother began to soak them.

Glancing around the room, the boy's eyes went wide when they set sights on his father, all princess-ified.

"Jeez! What the hell did you guys do to Dad?!" he grimaced, genuinely concerned.

"Hey! Sir Dad looks great!" Latte defended with a pout.

"Soda! Cut it out! You're ruining our tea party!" Cocoa whined, brows furrowed as she glared at him.

"And my hair!" Frappe chimed.

"And my dresses!" Latte added.

"Pssh! You call this a party?" he scoffed, a devilish grin curling on his lips. "What kinda crummy party has you sit down the whole time?"

"A tea party!" they all shouted together. "And we're not gonna let you ruin ours!"

With a knowing smirk, Cocoa turned to her younger sisters.

"Girls! Code Tea Cake!" she called out.

Confused, Katakuri raised a brow, crossing his arms over his chest.

'Code... Tea Cake?'

"Yeah!" the twins exclaimed, promptly flipping over the table as a shield and snatching up their own personalized BB guns from the underside.

"Let's go! Return fire!"

Without hesitation, each of the them began shooting back at their brother, raining a hail of BB pellets in an attempt to ward him off.

"ACK! HEY, NO FAIR!" he exclaimed, ducking behind a huge stuffed bear. "I'M USING WATER! YOU GUYS ARE USING BULLETS!"

"This is what you get for wetting my dress, ya big jerk!" Frappe called, not letting up.

"Get from behind, Mr. Fuzzykins, you coward!" Cocoa barked. "Don't take him down with you!"

Katakuri watched with a certain pang of pride—and a bit of amusement—as his girls defended themselves quite well, having each other's backs without question, and not running off crying like most girls their age would.

They were prepared for an assault—with both formation and weapons—and fearless in their resolve.

It made him hopeful for the strong, independent women they would grow up to be, all thanks to yours and his tutelage.

"ABORT! ABORT! PHASE ONE IS A FAILURE! TIME FOR PHASE TWO!" Soda shouted into his toy walkie-talkie. "CHAI, YOU'RE UP! BRING IN THE SECRET WEAPON!"

Confused, the girls turned to each other, raising a brow.

"Secret weapon?"

Together, they all watched with anticipation as small footsteps began to pad toward the door, before their youngest brother popped out from behind it.

"Weapon!" Chai giggled, toddling into the room as he held the handle of a jump rope, the other end of it seeming to be attached to something.

Katakuri's eyes narrowed with suspicion.

'What the—?'

"Someone help me!" you cried—for pretend, of course—as your youngest son "dragged" you into the room. "I've been captured!"

You were tied up by the rest of the rope, clad in a regal play-gown and toy crown.

"Oh, no! They got Queen Mommy!" the girls exclaimed, their smiles and giggles quite the contrast from their tone.

Play time was getting good.

At the sight, Katakuri let out a small chuckle, brow raising with intrigue.

Sure, he was nothing but a lowly worker in the Lollipop Court, but he had to say... the queen was quite the looker.

"Hold your fire!" Cocoa ordered, pushing down her sister's guns. "We gotta break her free!"

"But Soda's gonna spray us again!" Frappe glared, blowing raspberry at her brother as he peeked from behind the bear, dragging down his eyelid and sticking out his tongue.

"Sir Daddy! You have to save Queen Mommy!" Latte ran up to her father, frantically tugging at his tutu as she giggled. "Hurry!"

Raising a brow, he fought off a smirk, carefully placing his teacup on the ground.

"I thought I was a lawyer in the Lollipop Court?" he asked, feigning confusion.

"Yeah, well, you're a knight, too! Sir Daddy, remember?" she clarified.

"Ohhh, I see," he nodded, slowly standing from his seat. "Then let me get to work."

Quickly, he pulled off his tutu, wiping off the makeup on the back of his arm before shaking out the clips in his hair, returning to his usual, imposing self.

"Hey, no fair! You guys have Dad on your side!" Soda complained, brows furrowed.

"Sucks to suck, ya big jerk!" Cocoa taunted, amused.

"Quick! Chai! Knock her out and retreat!" Soda ordered, getting ready to run away.

Slowly, the toddler turned to his mother, balling up his tiny fist before softly tapping it against her leg.

"Out!" he babbled with a grin.

At his touch, you pretended to flinch, slowly falling backwards.

"Oh, no! I'm hit!"

"Save her, Daddy!" the girls squealed, happily, as they hugged each other.

"RUN, CHAI!"

In an instant, Katakuri was already there, capturing Soda and Chai before swooping in to catch you, bridal-style.

"Yay! He did it!" the girls cheered, jumping up and down.

"Dang it! That's is cheating!" Soda exclaimed, struggling against the jump rope he and Chai were tied up in.

"Yay! Dada!" the smaller boy cheered along.

"No, Chai... no yay."

"Wait! It looks like she's asleep!" Cocoa called out, realizing you had yet to "wake up".

"Oh, no! She's in a deep sleep!" Frappe snickered, turning to her twin. "You know what that means..."

"True love's kiss!" Latte squealed, clasping her hands together. "Sir Daddy! You have to break the spell!"

Disgusted, Soda's eyes bulged out his sockets, as if the idea was utterly absurd.

"No way! Gross!" he scoffed. "Don't do that here!"

Carefully, Katakuri cradled your neck, slightly lifting your head as he examined your face.

You were his queen, his personal princess just waiting to be saved.

Did he dare live out the cliche?

Thinking back on the fairy tales he read as a boy, he'd be a liar if he said he didn't think about being the handsome prince at least once.

But now, he truly was; and you were his fair maiden.

So, yes, he did dare.

Leaning down, he carefully pressed his lips against yours, wary of his sharp teeth at the odd angle as his grip on you shifted to one that held you like a dip.

You were warm and soft, and a sensation he'd missed in the past few hours of playtime.

"Awww!" the girls sighed, dreamily. "How romantic!"

"Barf!" Soda gagged, severely grossed out. "Cut it out! I don't need to see that!"

"Barf!" Chai mimicked, honestly unaware of what was going on.

"Hey, don't be a jerk, you two!" Cocoa scolded, brows furrowed as she rested her hands on her hips.

Slowly, your eyes fluttered open, greeted by the sight of your handsome husband.

You had been saved, and—as per usual—it was by the man you cherished so dearly.

"My, my, Sir Dad... what handsome teeth you have," you teased, arms wrapping around his neck

He let out a faint chuckle, amused, before deciding to play along.

Discreetly, his hand trailed upward to hold your thigh, his other sliding over to grasp the small of your back as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, making sure he was out of earshot of the kids.

"All the better to eat you with, my dear."

[lilyprettyremy]

How to Thrive This Winter❄️✨

Brrr, baby, it’s cold outside! But don’t worry—cold weather doesn’t have to mean boring layers and dry skin. It’s time to cozy up, glow up, and own the winter like the stylish snow angel you are. Let’s dive into some fabulously fun and ultra-practical tips for thriving when it’s freezing!

1. Layers, but Make It Fashion!

Think of layering as your chance to create a Pinterest-worthy winter look. Start with thermal basics (cute ones, obviously), add a soft knit sweater, and top it off with a statement coat. Don’t be afraid to mix textures—wool, velvet, and fleece are winter’s dream team.

Style Hack: Belt your oversized coat for a snatched look and pair it with earmuffs for retro-cute vibes!

2. Keep Those Tootsies Toasty

Cold feet? Ew, no. Treat your toes to fleece-lined socks or those fluffy slipper socks that feel like heaven. Bonus points if they’re pastel pink or covered in sparkles. Waterproof boots are a must, but why not go for ones with faux fur trim? Practical AND adorable.

Pro Tip: Grab mini hand warmers for your boots on extra chilly days—they’re a lifesaver!

3. Moisturize, Hydrate, Repeat

Winter is out here trying to steal your glow, but we’re not letting it win. Upgrade to a thicker moisturizer and keep lip balm on hand (hello, peppermint-flavored kisses). Hydrate from the inside too—water, herbal teas, and broths will keep your skin dewy and fresh.

Cutie Tip: Carry a mini face mist in your bag for a quick hydration boost that also smells divine.

4. Hot Drinks = Warm Soul

Coffee, hot cocoa, chai lattes—whatever warms your heart, make it cute! Add marshmallows, whipped cream, or even a cinnamon stick for that extra flair. And don’t forget a mug that matches your vibe—sparkly, pastel, or maybe even a personalized one?

Pro Idea: Try a "hot chocolate bar" night with friends. Think toppings galore and the coziest vibes ever.

5. Cozy Up Your Space

Your home is your winter wonderland. Think fairy lights, chunky blankets, and candles that smell like sugar cookies or pine forests. There’s no such thing as too cozy in the winter!

Mood Boost: String some faux ivy or flowers around your mirror for a dreamy winter garden vibe.

6. Winter Proof Your Hair

Cold air can be harsh on your locks, so show them some extra love. Use a leave-in conditioner and silk scrunchies to keep frizz at bay. Also, hats are a must—but make it chic with a beret or pom-pom beanie!

Hair Flair: Add a touch of glitter spray to your hair for winter nights out—because you deserve to sparkle.

7. Move Your Booty (Even When It’s Cold)

Winter is prime snuggle season, but don’t forget to move! Indoor yoga, dance sessions to your fave playlist, or even a brisk walk in the snow will warm you up and lift your mood.

Motivation Tip: Treat yourself to cute workout gear that doubles as loungewear—because who says comfy can’t be stylish?

8. Channel Your Inner Snow Queen

Winter is all about finding magic in the small things. Go ice skating, snap aesthetic snow pics, or cozy up with a rom-com marathon. Romanticize your life, babe—you’re the main character!

Vibes: Picture yourself twirling in the snow with a fluffy scarf, latte in hand. Dreamy, right?

Winter isn’t just a season—it’s your chance to shine in layers, cozy corners, and all the warm drinks your heart desires. So grab your fuzzy socks, fluffiest blanket, and make this cold weather your most stylish and comfy era yet!

What’s your go-to winter survival tip? Share it below, and let’s spread the cozy vibes!

[allwaswell16]

All the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in Sept 2024. You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 including the fics on this month’s fic roundup [ @1dmonthlyficroundup ] which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #66 |  ko-fi | fic recs

- Louis / Harry -

🩵 Better is the End by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(M, 26k, Greek mythology) Louis stands at the entrance to the labyrinth, and knows that this is the end. No one escapes from the labyrinth. No one can defeat the monster inside and make it back out alive.

🩵 Sugar, Sugar by @parmahamlarrie

(E, 25k, sugar daddy Louis) Meeting your soulmate was the most joyous event of one’s life… or at least, it’s supposed to be. Harry, in all of his 25 year old wisdom, was suspicious of the role fate plays in everyone's lives. He'd rather focus his time dating older men he meets off of a sugar baby website.

🩵 Break (Up)? Coming Right Up! by The_Halcyonic_Lachesist / @chai-hat-tea

(M, 14k, breakup) Louis promised Harry that they would always be together, but when Harry's dreams get in the way, will Louis be able to keep his word?

🩵 Like A Miracle by crimsontheory / @ireallysawanangel

(M, 12k, established relationship) Louis thinks he finally knows what it feels like to be truly nervous now that he has one very important question to ask his boyfriend. Part 4 of Marcel series

🩵 touch me baby, put your lips on mine by @insightfulinsomniac

(E, 12k, pwp) the soft and sweet sex party fic with a dash of dom/sub dynamics and a LOT of public sex.

🩵 Smells Like TEAM Spirit by @persephoneflouwers

(NR, 10k, high school) Punk Louis and quarterback Harry have been secretly dating for years. Feeling overwhelmed by his commitments, Harry suggests a short break, fearing he can't give Louis enough time. As Louis reflects on his vulnerabilities, Harry struggles on the field without him.

🩵 This Ain't Red Wine by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

(E, 9k, supernatural) the one where Human Louis accidentally finds himself at a Vampire only party which actually turns out to maybe not be the worst thing

🩵 Haunting Beauty by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

(G, 6k, ghost Louis) It’s 1988. Harry has just finished his first year of teaching English and looks forward to a relaxed break. Louis is a poltergeist and has different plans for Harry’s summer.

🩵 Good-Old Fashioned Lover Boy by not_fitzwilliam / @not-fitzwilliam-darcy

(NR, 5k, omegaverse) When a miscalculated decision leads to an accidental courtship with the sweetest, most gentle alpha, Harry is torn between breaking the alpha's heart and telling the truth. 

🩵 we could be enough by @hellolovers13

(M, 5k, omegaverse) Louis never imagined anyone could love him for who he truly is. Then he meets Harry.

🩵 Only Angel by starryhaze / @starryhaze28

(E, 5k, pwp) the one where Louis is in Japan and stumbles upon a boy wearing angel wings

🩵 this cage was once just fine by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose

(T, 3k, uni) the one where Harry pines for Louis

🩵 A Tight Space by @haztobegood

(T, 2k, shapeshifter curse) Louis startles with a hand to his chest. “What the fuck was that?” “Oh, that’s the cat. I told you Liam found a stray a few days ago. That’s him.” “Are you sure that’s a cat?”

🩵 The Wilds - Timestamps by @jaerie

(E, 2k, omegaverse) The fact of the matter was that they were still bonded. And since they were just like any other bonded pair, Louis really wanted his knot. Part 3 of The Wilds

🩵 we could be the greatest team by 5sexualhomos / @hogwartzlou

(G, 1k, friends to lovers) Imagine your OTP accidentally and unofficially moving in together. Bonus points if they aren't dating at the beginning.

🩵 Singing Like a Bird 'Bout It Now by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(G, 1k, meet cute) Dr. Louis Tomlinson is worn to the bone, but only has a few patients left before the end of the day. One of those appointments takes quite a few twists and turns.

🩵 The Ball Guy by @homosociallyyours

(T, 1k, humor) Harry is an unpaid intern on his first film set, and he's pretty excited to see that his number one celebrity crush, Louis Tomlinson, will be a part of the movie. He's on the call sheet for the day, followed by a very odd addition: a ball guy?

🩵 Wordplay 2024 (series) by @kingsofeverything

Nest (G, 100 words) Harry wakes up first. Tight (NR, 100 words) Louis comes home early. Carry (NR, 100 words) Baby bump. Press (E, 100 words) Louis asks for it. Interference (G, 100 words) Bottom of the ninth.

- Rare Pairs -

🩵 circling the truth by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(T, 3k, Liam/Louis) Liam Payne has met his soulmate. He knows he has, because he woke up with his power this morning.

🩵 'Cause What I Want Came True by @lululawrence

(NR, 1k, Louis/Diego Luna) He’d known Diego was attractive, the few photos he had shared on the dating app had made that clear, but there was something about seeing him in person that made him feel… more.

[bloopitynoot]

Reading TGCF: Chapter 105

For those who don't know, I am reading TGCF for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag Bloopitynoot reads TGCF. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read BUT if you followed along with my SVSSS read, the rules and vibe are the same.

I was really feeling a vanilla chai with milk and sugar when I set up for this chapter and when I went to go and make my tea, my body said- Nope, we're making oolong.

So here I am! Oolong tea and the first chapter of book 7!

Let's get into chapter 105;

Guy who has tortured Xie Lian basically his whole life: Do exactly as I say and you'll definitely get through this. -- Absolutely NO THANKS! p13

ooooo! White No Face being the Crown Prince of Wuyong?! If this is the case I need to know how he became such a crusty piece of shit. p15

Knowing that the swords original name (if White No Face wasn't lying) was Zhixin, honestly makes sense. p16

Being freed from the mountain but stopping to get his bamboo hat- my heart!!! p18

omg their reunion (hualian)!!! The status Hua Cheng made, his best one, his most perfect one, saving Xie Lian :'3 Why is this so cute?! Why does it have me tearing up??? p20

omg. Now they have a BBEG battle and an active volcanic eruption p25

They are definitely kissing for safety reasons LOL p26

Damn. All of the struggle with the BBEG and the active volcano and now we have three mountains to evade, a dark cloud of spirits, and the entirety of the evil beings in the mountain barrier. p28

Feng Xin's reaction to the giant statue of Xie Lian is so real lmao p33

The barrier is down?!?! They're unleashing basically the equivalent of the end times from that mountain :S p36

Y'all this was a breath of fresh air

Book seven has me back in the intrigue plot, the battles, the fast pace. I am so glad we made it here.

[by-speaker]

Superstitions (ENG. VER)

prompts by @raven-cincaide-words

Philza, for the most part, was a rational man, he didn't believe in the supernatural for the simple fact that spooks had their dimension and his wife and boyfriend did an excellent job of keeping it that way. But Philza was superstitious, he would panic at the sight of a magpie, he would uncross knives on the table, he wouldn't let anyone put their shoes on the table, he never went under ladders, and you'd never see him opening an umbrella indoors. 

Missa found that endearing, after all he was death, this sort of thing was nothing more than old wives' tales to “scare off” bad luck. But he let his boyfriend do this sort of thing anyway, because his boyfriend could sleep peacefully in the arms of death, but he would never do the laundry on a Sunday to avoid washing away good luck. 

Tallulah always found her father's superstitions hilarious, it was so funny to see her father running around the house, putting horseshoes, scurrying magpies or hanging marigold flowers in the windows.  And Chayanne, though he played tough and indifferent like his dad Missa, always made a point of throwing salt over his shoulder if he spilled it and hung Tallulah's hat on the coat rack instead of the bed. 

Missa would never forget the time Philza almost had a heart attack when Chayanne put his new boots on the kitchen table. The blond had walked in just then and almost dropped his cup of tea.

‘For the love of all that's holy, Chay! Get those shoes off the table!’ shrieked Philza, rushing to remove the boots. ‘Do you want all the bad luck in the world to fall on us?’

Missa, who was preparing dinner, had to stifle a giggle. It was adorable to see the fearsome Angel of Death fussing over a pair of boots on the table.

‘But Dad,’ protested Chayanne, ‘I just wanted to show Lullah the drawings I did on them…’’

‘Why can't he put the boots on the table?’ asked Tallulah with signs, genuinely curious.

‘Because it's bad luck, princess,’ Philza explained as he placed the boots on the floor as carefully as if they were explosive. ‘Like opening umbrellas indoors or…’

‘Or like doing laundry on a Sunday,’ Missa interrupted with a mischievous grin, ’right, dear?’

Philza gave him a look that was intended to be serious, but ended up being affectionate. ‘You tease me now, but when I lived alone and washed on Sundays, terrible things always happened to me.’

‘Like what?’ asked Chayanne, now intrigued.

‘Well, one time I washed one Sunday and the next day all my chickens stopped laying eggs for a week.’

Tallulah began to laugh quietly, her shoulders shaking with laughter.

‘It's true!’ Philza insisted, though a smile tugged at his lips. ‘And again…’

Missa listened to his boyfriend's stories fondly. He, who had seen the birth and death of countless civilizations, found a special charm in how Philza kept these little traditions alive. Perhaps because, at the end of the day, these superstitions were a way of keeping alive the memory of those who came before, and that was something Death could appreciate.

[gaygodlou]

Trapezing Secret

By: thinlines @thinlinez

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Harry Styles/ Louis Tomlinson

Status: Completed 10k

Happy Pride and Birthday Month to @chai-hat-tea

This job was supposed to be his secret. No one was supposed to find out.

“Woah.”

Harry dropped the two rubbish bags in his hands. One of the bags must have contained some spilled juice or sauce because he could feel wetness seeping into his ballet flats.

Louis’ hand which had been stuffed into his windbreaker pocket revealed itself as the alpha held up his fist to knuckle at his eyes. He blinked rapidly before he rubbed at his eyes again and squinted.

“Harold?”

OR What will happen when your lazy coworker slash biggest knothead you know discovers your secret? Omega Harry doesn't get the time to ponder his answer.

This fic is a gift and also part of an ongoing collection

[writtenbygracewilliams]

Inspired by Kathani Sharma’s hatred of English tea and the fact Anthony is absolutely WHIPPED for this woman. Here is my ficlet. Thank you a million times over to my incredible beta @tofanasmuse ilysm.

Let me know what you think, send requests anytime, and free Palestine.

–Grace Williams xo

Word Count: 562 | Rating: General | Vibe: Fluff

Chai Love You

Kate Bridgerton still had little desire for Anthony to splash around his money on expensive gifts, despite her change in title. She appreciated living comfortably, sure, she would not deny that, but spending the family fortune on lavish clothes and hats was not something that brought her a great deal of joy.

Of course, to every rule there is an exception. They had barely stepped off the boat in Bombay, but Anthony could already see how Kate was settled in a way she never was in England. More than anything else, the flavours of this city and country were refueling Kate’s soul. Anthony tried to appreciate them, but his English palate recoiled from the amount of chili.

Anthony, like any respectable doting husband, insisted on shipping whatever spices Kate desired back to England. Unlike most gifts proffered by her husband, Kate welcomed this one most happily.

Now here Kate stands, one week past her honeymoon, as the only Bridgerton who knows how to turn on a stove, making herself chai long after everyone else has gone to bed.

“What are you doing?” Anthony asks softly, leaning against the doorframe to the kitchen.

“Oh,” Kate turns, slightly startled, “I didn’t mean to wake you when I got up. I’m making a pot of chai,” she looks back to the stove, lightly stirring the mixture of milk and spices.

“I’m most impressed you know how to,” he replies amusedly, pressing himself off the wall.

“You’re impressed I know how to make a drink native to my culture?” she raises an eyebrow.

“No, of course not,” he rushes to clarify, “that you know how to use the,” he spares a look combining embarrassment and disdain, “stove.”

“You cannot be serious,” she snorts unbecomingly, falling into uncontrollable laughter that is much too loud given the hour of night.

“Did the cook not make chai this afternoon?” Anthony huffs, resting against the table in the centre of the room.

“She did…” Kate says slowly.

“What is it, Viscountess? Lady of the household?”

“Evidently my written instructions were not clear enough. The chai the cook made was, for lack of a better descriptor, inadequate.”

“Would you like to hire a second cook? One who specialises in Indian cuisine?”

“That’s most thoughtful of you to offer,” Kate smiles, placing a terracotta cover over the flame once her chai finishes brewing. “If a household this large has always had only one cook, then I shall not change that. I will just have to teach the cook of my culture’s food.”

“And you will do a most excellent job, of that I am certain,” Anthony grins proudly.

“I will do my best, to teach a cook how to cook,” she hums bemusedly.

“Is your chai adequate, my love?” he asks fondly, watching each delicate movement of the cup to her lips.

“It is perfect,” she sighs happily, unsure how she went without it for so long during the last London season. The two months since they had left India was long enough.

“I shall see to it that we always have the ingredients you require on hand,” Anthony promises, bringing her empty hand to his lips.

“If the Bridgerton fortune is to go to a collection of spices you cannot pronounce, I will ensure it does not go to waste. I shall see to it that you learn to love chai.”

[amelieheartsyou]

"𝐇𝐎𝐖'𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐎 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅?"

song; death wish, gracie abrams summary; james potter x fem!reader, slow burn, your first year at hogwarts, making friends and meeting the marauders, terrible writing on my part! wc: 3.5k cw: none !!

The place was familiar. You’d seen it in fantasies, dreams, nightmares. Train steam, school supplies, leather, teardrops, nostalgia and goodbyes. Who doesn’t know the smell?

Your father wore his work clothes, with a pair of reading glasses, an ironed out pinstriped suit and a stern look on his brow.

He stared across the platform, at the bustling families trying to wrangle each other into an organised parting. He’d never talked about his time at Hogwarts, not really.

He’d just advised you to stay out of trouble, given you some of his old quills and stationery, and patted you on the back. You will make us proud, he’d assured.

 Your mother, however, seemed stressed out of her mind. You thought her eyes were going to pop out of her skull at how wide they were, as if she was struggling to take in every sight before her.

Which was probably the truth. And understandably. Her first Platform 9 3⁄4 drop off and it was frank she was barely hanging on.

Your father radiated understanding and calm, whilst your mother sent off distress signals in each direction.

You’d felt a little embarrassed, then you’d felt guilty, so the embarrassment simmered away into the excited air.

“Y/N, make sure to write to us fortnightly. You do remember our address, right sweetheart?" Your mother gushed, straightening your clothes (why? You’d have to change anyways? But then, of course, she didn’t know that.) “And if you have any troubles, you do know you can contact your father and he can come and—"

"She'll be fine, dear." Your father assured, his hand resting on the small of your mother’s back.

Your mother exhaled shakily, blinking back watery eyes. "I know. That's the problem." Her voice almost broke, and it almost made you break right there and then.

There’d been a burning question blazing your mind the whole way here—ever since you’d gotten your letter, actually.

"What house will I be in, dad?" you asked quickly, innocently.

He knelt down and took your hand in his. You felt grounded, like that heightened feeling of being on a broomstick immediately sucked into your father’s comforting smile, and nothing else mattered but the pride in his eyes.

His stern brow melted away, and only softness existed now. Snow on Christmas morning, chai tea cookies in autumn. The cold, sea salt sea in summertime. "I'm no Sorting Hat, N/N. You'll be exactly where you belong."

Typically, the young you considered this, but dared to ask another question. “What if I don’t belong anywhere?”

Your mother wrapped her arm around you from the side. There you three were. This was your team. You’d had each other since forever, and you’d have each other forever.

You didn’t need to belong at Hogwarts, because you belonged right here, with your favourite people in the whole wide world. No more words were exchanged, but hugs and kisses on the cheeks and tears on your mother’s part.

──── ୨୧ ────

The Hogwarts express was large and red, and represented the daunting change you were about to face in life. It was some kind of steam train, you knew that much, but otherwise, there was no other train knowledge you could fathom to describe it.

Big, red, and train all seemed fitting enough for the sight before you. You climbed on, minding the older scary students who could squash you without a second thought, and the worst part of the whole endeavour finally hit you. Where would you sit?

You walked aimlessly through the hall, trying to find a compartment the littlest bit empty or with people who looked the littlest bit friendly. You were running out of time, though, because it was nearly 11 o’clock, and you had to wave goodbye to your parents. You simply had to.

Distracted by the lack of time you found yourself having, your eyes mustn’t have processed the tall boy standing right in front of you, whom you bumped into.

The boy had a mop of neat brown hair, intelligent eyes and, most noticeably, a scar running across his face. You knew that would be rude to eye for too long, so instead you resorted to staring at the ground in humiliation.

“Sorry,” you whispered. By the height, you presumed he was much older than you. Great, you thought, I’ve already made an enemy.The boy did not regard you like a foe, though.

He smiled timidly and murmured a small “It’s okay,” before shuffling awkwardly forward. He entered a compartment a little further up, bumping his head as he did so. He’d even ducked, to no avail.

You decided to test your luck with the compartment right in front of you, and also, you had created a slight queue with a few students behind you. Desperately, you slid the door open and mustered up some courage to say, “Do you mind if I—”

“Of course!” Said the boy who’d occupied the compartment, with violent enthusiasm.

You studied him for the few seconds you got to think of a reply. He wore glasses, lopsided, and had dark hair that stuck up everywhere. You wondered why his mother would allow that. Gosh, if your mother had sent you off that unpresentable, there’d be consequences.

“I’m James.”

The boy stuck out his hand. You expected it to be grimy and gross, due to the state of his hair and glasses, but he had rough hands. You took it, and his grip was firm.

He grinned a beautiful smile that made your stomach do backflips. You’d never really spent too much time around boys, so you tried to squeeze the feeling away as you sat across from him.

The train had begun to move, and you’d lost your balance. As the train began to gain speed, you spotted your parents waving, standing side by side, and felt really, truly okay.

“I’m Y/N L/N,” you said under your breath.

But James Potter was distracted, staring at the compartment door. There were a few stragglers, some who you guessed had been behind you before you yourself had entered.

“Seat taken?” Asked a charming voice.

It belonged to a boy who was… quite handsome, really. He had striking grey eyes that shone with the light of the sun reflecting through the window and luscious black hair, clearly cared for a lot better than the other boy who occupied the compartment.

“Not at all.” James replied coolly.

He radiated success, like it was the kind of thing everyone could tell was coming. He’d be Minister for Magic, or something really high achieving. He’d be a hard worker, but he’d never make that obvious. He was equally as charming as the boy who sat down beside you, getting comfortable.

“I’m James, and this is Y/N.” He introduced.

You had to smile at that, the fact that he introduced you as if you’d met before today. He said it like you’d known each other in another lifetime, with the same pride your parents would have when introducing you.

That was curious, how this boy seemed highly self assured in his every action, every word.

“Sirius Black.” The grey eyed boy told the two accompanying him. He wondered about the relationship between the two people in the compartment.

He could have sworn he hadn’t seen either of them with each other on the platform, or whilst boarding the train, yet there was already air there. Like two friends, or siblings. Something comfortable. Fireplaces in wintertime, botanical gardens in spring.

James had spent his entire life waiting for this moment.

To escape his house of Godric’s Hollow and make a name for himself. Star Quidditch Player, Head Boy, the Handsomest–Gryffindor–at–Hogwarts. He wanted to attend every party, flirt with every girl, befriend every guy. Win every Quidditch match, pass every quiz, learn every secret there was to know about Hogwarts.

And these two people; the girl with H/C hair and shiny, curious eyes and a familiarity he couldn’t place; and the boy who he’d already decided he wanted to befriend, that guy with the exact same energy that he’d hoped to stumble upon. They felt like the key to that.

Conversation began between the boys, about classes and expectations.

The door slid open, and your eyes shot up to the two people entering the compartment now. A beautiful, red haired girl with striking green almond shaped eyes led her friend, a boy with greasy hair and a pale complexion. You smiled at them both. You were relieved another girl was here.

“You'd better be in Slytherin.” said the boy to the girl as they took seats beside James.

A chortle, strange throat noise emerged from the boy they sat with. “Slytherin?... Who wants to be in Slytherin?” James scoffed, across at Sirius Black and you for support. “I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?”

Sirius did not smile. “My whole family have been in Slytherin.”

James’ brows shot up and he shuffled in place, his confidence unwavering as he spoke dejectedly. “Blimey— and I thought you seemed alright!”

The air seemed to swirl into a thicker, weird atmosphere. The whole place would burst into chaos if you breathed, you thought.

Surprisingly, Sirius grinned in response. “Maybe I'll break the tradition. Where are you heading if you've got the choice?”

James lifted an imaginary sword. “Gryffindor where dwell the brave at heart. Like my dad.”

The greasy boy made a small disparaging noise. James turned on him, “Got a problem with that?”

“No— if you'd rather be brawny than brainy.”

“Where are you hoping to go - seeing as you're neither?” interjected Sirius.

That didn’t sit well with you. They were ganging up on the dude, who may have said some disagreeable things, but it was the first day. The first half an hour. You felt like that was probably a little unnecessary.

“Hey…” you said warningly.

The redhead girl sat up, her face rather flushed. “Come on Severus, let's find another compartment.” Her eyes dragged over each of the people she’d just met.

The two boys, grinning with pride and eyeing the other boy with distaste, and the girl who must’ve been their associate. The one who’d just let her friends get off on the wrong foot. What kind of people were they? Toe rags, the redhead girl knew.

“See ya Snivellus.” James called as the compartment door slammed.

“What was his issue?” Sirius yawned, sprawling across the seats. You tensed your shoulders, wanting to be anywhere but there at that moment.

You were going to stay out of trouble. You assured yourself that it was okay, that the interaction would soon be forgotten.

That by the time school began, you’d have roommates and classmates and a group of friends, and these boys you’d happened to sit with on the first ever train ride to Hogwarts.

“I wish I got her name! She was…” James sighed dreamily. “Perfect.”

Sirius made a clicking noise with his tongue.  “She also probably hates our guts because of her little freak of a friend, Snivellus.”

──── ୨୧ ────

A chunk into the ride, you’d excused yourself to change into your robes and sat with a few Gryffindor second-year girls, who gave you some advice for school and offered to give you their notes. They displayed a couple of their little wand tricks, and it all felt a lot more worthwhile than sitting with those other two boys.

As you got off with a wobble, a giant person was shouting at all of the first years to gather around him. He stood a few feet from the train, and the darkness outside made me delirious already. 

The giant of a man was almost completely hidden by a long, shaggy mane of hair and a wild, tangled beard, but you could make out his eyes, glinting like black beetles under all the hair. “First yers’!” He called in an indistinguishable accent. It could really have been anything—you’d heard more accents at Kings Cross than you’d ever heard before in your life.

“Me’ name’s Hagrid, and I’m yer’ Keeper of Keys here at Hogwarts. Now com’ along, follow meh’ over to the boats.”

First years trampled through darkness, blinded by the shade of the path they trekked and blinded by lack of knowledge. Where were they? What was happening? Why was some dark, mysterious giant leading them towards what was beginning to feel like an imminent disaster.

James already had his arm around Sirius, his designated best friend. The two swung along merrily down the path, knocking past people and singing pub songs. They swayed in sync with the dark, falling leaves, whistling in tune with the wind. The crunch of the dirt beneath their feet was not difficult to listen to, but satisfying. Nobody could help but listen out for it, for the impending sound.

You watched them, scowling, and thankful that the shadowy environment would conceal the amused twinkle in your eye. Despite their total obnoxiousness, they were the kind of boys who could just do that. It was okay for them. How, you wondered, did they become like that so quickly? Were people born a lion, or was the nature of it thrust upon them?

You hadn’t had time to completely ponder because, as it turned out, the shady path had led to a fleet of small boats.

“No more than four per boat!” Bellowed the Keeper of Keys. You could’ve sworn a rock by your foot trembled just at the audio decibels, or however sound travelled.

James and Sirius scanned the crowd, almost deciding who would be worthy to join their boat. They spotted the starry eyed girl whom had disappeared on them three quarters–the way through the trip, and in some strangely unspoken agreement, beckoned her over with their long, very noticeable arms.

“Y/N!” James shouted, adjusting his glasses; nervous at the slight chance that he’d been mistaken, and this was not in fact the girl he’d met on the train. You thanked your lucky stars for being out tonight, concealing the embarrassed flush that crept upon your nose.

Almost with shame, you weaved through the crowd, through the awkward groupings of four that people had congregated into, and stood with the two boys. They were still arm and arm, grinning, and you wondered what you’d done in your past life to deserve this. In the cover of the darkness, a lean boy joined the group shyly. And your humiliation just escalated.

The boy with the scar, you realised. Then you mentally facepalmed yourself at the nickname you’d given him. Descriptive, memorable, accurate, all those were as true as the scar that covered the boy’s face, yet none excused how blunt it was. You were hopeful he didn’t inherit mind reading powers by some miracle. His height had deceived you before. You’d believed he was older, but he wasn’t. 

“Hi,” you said quietly. “Hi,” the boy said, reciprocating the astoundingly shallow tone of duty you’d let out. He looked down at you, with a softness, something that made you realise he was a good kind of giant. Not like a giant Keeper of Keys, of course, but he was gentle. He’d bumped his head entering a compartment. Remus Lupin had his growth spurt over the summer, and just in time for school. Now, he wouldn’t be some little midget the bullies could target.

That second, an unfortunately short little first year was left very explicitly without a group, and by some miscalculation he was the only one. Every other person had gotten into a group of four, the limit, and this mousy boy was alone. Your heartstrings tugged. The poor soul, with his pointy nose and little watery eyes. He could’ve been older than you (doubtfully), but he had to be your age. Yet you immediately had a sense of heroism.

Bravely, you stepped over to the boy, ginger in your movements as you moved to avoid twigs and such. “They’ll let you in their boat,” you told him. Gratitude filled the little boy’s eyes, and you swelled with pride. Pride that you’d promised your father you’d bring him. You’d shown kindness— real kindness, not the kind people did for show—just as your mother would, if she were here. 

The little kid scurried over and you watched as the four boys introduced themselves, chattering almost immediately. Chemistry, red sparks shot almost immediately. They seemed like they’d made it past the Sorting Ceremony.

The Sorting Ceremony. As you sat alone on a boat, the air was a little too quiet for your thoughts now. Where would you belong? You tried, used all of your mental strength to push that thought away, but it was so, so hard. You would belong. That you knew. It was just that itchy, burning, fiery curiosity that lingered. Christmas Eve, knowing presents are downstairs. Anticipating a letter to the school of your dreams. Slowly approaching the daunting dark castle of Hogwarts Castle, overwhelmed with the idea of the thousands of lives you were yet to live.

A woman had wrangled our group with great difficulty and a lot of help from the giant, and the dread felt worse than ever. You tried to focus on who was likely to be one of your professors. She was a tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green robes, and a prim expression. She looked like the sort of teacher who would be kind enough to an extent, then set you dozens of weeks worth of homework. Good first impressions.

“Good evening students,” she yelled. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts."

Excited, bubbling conversation arose, to which she frankly ignored. “There are four houses here at Hogwarts. Gryffindor—” Cue a cheer from someone behind you. There was no doubt it was James Potter. “—Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin.”

At the mention of Slytherin, the boys jeered again. Clearly, Sirius Black had no care for his family's loyalties. 

The Sorting wasn’t alphabetical, so you had no idea when to be prepared. When to have shaken off that skeletal tingling that lingered in your stomach, or the sweat on your clammy palms that made you feel ten times worse about the close proximity you had to the cluster of first years. Breathe in, breathe out. You weren’t trapped. Just… enclosed.

The Sorting Hat had broken into song then, one by one, a first year was sent up to sit down on a stool in front of the entire school to face their decision. Each person seemed defined only by their house. Ravenclaw went to a girl with dark, intelligent eyes and a furrowed brow. Hufflepuff had gone to the rosy, round cheeked boy who’d stopped at nothing to introduce himself to every person waiting to be sorted. Slytherin, for Severus, ‘Snivellus’, who may forever be defined for his choice of words on the train.

Gryffindor, for James Potter. You were more afraid of what his reaction would be if it hadn’t been that, actually. He bounded over to his table and new housemates and shook their hands, glistening with pride. He winked at you.

The tall boy with the scar went, and he too was in Gryffindor. Had he been in some kind of street fight? Was that the cause? Stop it, you told yourself. Don’t define him by the—

Your name was called and the hall rang silent. The twinkling candles burnt your fingertips from their incredible altitude, the eyes at each table burned holes into your new robes, each step you took echoed a word of doubt, a whisper of insecurity. You sat down, clamping your eyelids shut. The harder you closed them, the likelier it was for you to open them and be somewhere else. Home. The winter snowflakes on your nose.

Interesting… said the Sorting Hat in your mind. You almost jumped out of your skin. You are incredibly intelligent, girl…Thank you? You said back, but through your mind. It was invasive, sticky, ugly. And you have ambition, certainly. And kindness. What you did for that boy before? Impressive. But you have something else. You have heart, and it takes courage to be kind. To be ambitious. Therefore…

“GRYFFINDOR!” Boomed the Sorting Hat.

By the end of the night, you had to admit there was a lot less gray. The place felt a little familiar. The redhead from the train. James Potter. Sirius Black. The tall, timid one. The skittish, lonely boy from the boats. 

There was a lot left, but it was just that. Ahead of you. One last question haunted your mind as you were escorted to the Gryffindor Common Room, after you’d met your roommates and discovered the redhead girl’s name was Lily Evans, and she was a muggle born witch and she really didn’t blame you for the incident in the compartment.

How was it that everyone around you seemed so bulletproof?

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[chai-hat-tea]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers! Spread the self-love 💞 [if you've already done this recently, feel free to ignore or share five more favs!]

HI Oh my God, I'm so sorry the number of times I answered this but didn't finish and so I lost all progress is too embarrassing. I hope you've been well! I've missed you <3

Now, onto your ask. Firstly, thanks a gazillion for even thinking of little Miss Me that's vvvv kind of you! Secondly, hmmm this is tough but okay let's try XD

Somebody to Love (in the Right Way): This was so personal to me and I'm so proud to have been able to write this.

Wordplay series 2024: This has been very draining but rewatching the Bollywood movies I grew up watching was an amazing feeling! And to be able to write it? Even better!

Wordplay series 2023: I loved how I came up with a continuous series for Wordplay last year because I didn't think I had it in me you know? I had a lot of fun writing!!!!

Saving Sweet Creature: I mean, it's mermaid Harry. Need I say more? XD

Fix You: Again, a vvvvv personal fic that was actually pretty tough to write too, but so glad and proud I did it!

Honorary mentions!

My Light: Something about this fic makes me so soft and tender and I have a very soft spot for it!

Stranger Coffees: It was my first ever fic and also my catalyst to start writing, so it makes me very proud and is also a reminder of how far I've come!

[elektricangel]

✨🫖 Witch Hat Atealier ☕️✨

With the anime forthcoming, it seems like a good time to share my Witch Hat Atelier tea blends on Adagio again!

☕️ Coco — foxtrot, white eternal spring, honeybush apricot w/ cardamom

☕️ Agathe — earl grey lavender, tiger eye, blackberry w/ cocoa nibs

☕️ Tetia — rooibos lemon cloud, dragon fruit dream, lychee rose green w/ hibiscus

☕️ Riché — white pear, berry blues, candy cane w/ lavender

☕️ Qifrey — white chai, rooibos cinnamon apple, cream w/ cloves

☕️ Orugio — mambo, pu erh chorange, fiery cinnamon spice w/ aniseed

💖 Qifrey & Orugio are in a ship for 10% off when you get both together!

👨‍👨‍👧‍👧 If you get all 6 sample tins together, they’ll come in a fandom box set (the one in the picture)!

💵 If you'd like a $5 Adagio coupon for your order, just message me with an email/phone number I can send it to. (Adagio requires this, sorry. I won't use or share personal information for any other purpose.)

Full disclosure: I don’t make any money from these, but I do earn points to buy myself more tea 😋

[wordsandmorewords]

The leaves of her chai

When I pour the hot water from the kettle over the leaves of her chai, the water darkens as quickly as snow melts when the temperature is above 0 degrees*

Conversely, my own choice of tea, an uncaffeinated herbal, a peppermint in a pyramid bag, once hit with the not-quite-boiling water, takes longer to steep

It's the same with arousal; once the key has been turned in the lock, with an initial kiss from my lips upon hers, she is ready, ready, ready, and raring to go

Whereas for myself, the thought is there, it is (I attest to you), and the door will open (to be sure), it just needs a dab of oil on the hinges; it's, well, a little slow

That all said, falling in love held to no such pattern, no such motif; we both moved with hurry; it took no time to say "I love you," like a formula 1 car's tach hitting 100 km/hour

It was as if fire could be immediately conjured, perhaps with a nearby black-hatted charmer offering up such a spell; it took not a second from simple seed to boastful flower

[*celsius; 32° for my fahrenheit friends]

[thelarriefics]

SOULMATES FIC REC, Part III: Below you’ll find more fics that have soulmates as the theme. (Part I, Part II)

📖 no hand on the reign by @tempolarriefix (137k)

Then, he sees it. His eyes lock on the tattoo and he sucks in a sharp breath, unable to look away. His brain screeches to a halt, and not just because of the sight that is a half-naked Harry.

There, on Harry’s outer arm, is an intricate tattoo of a large ship. A large ship which perfectly complements the compass tattoo hidden on Louis’ own forearm.

“It’s that one.” Louis breathes, reaching out a shaky finger to point to the ship on Harry’s left outer arm.

“You’re sure?” Harry asks.

Louis nods. He’s never been more sure of anything in his life.

He has found his soulmate.

Or, a twist on a soulmate au where louis is a newly independent tattoo artist and harry just wants his soulmate tattoo removed. Of course, they're soulmates.

📖 Heartbeat (Fire on Fire) by @larryficwriter (57k)

When he presented officially at fourteen, his dad was overjoyed. He had to sit through an entirely too descriptive sex talk. By the end of it, he knew way too much about how to please an Omega - how to be a good Alpha.

“What about if it’s an Alpha and an Alpha?” He had asked at the time, for no other reason than sheer, innocent curiosity.

He instantly knew that even asking this question was a mistake. A look of absolute disgust clouded his father’s face. The look is immediately filed away in his core memories.

“That’s not right. Alphas belong with Omegas. It’s simply not natural any other way.” He shakes his head. “Even discussing two Alphas being together makes me sick.”

Harry remembered nodding in agreement. Message received.

Or,

Harry is an Alpha who grew up using all of his energy to be a mirror. He learned to be everything everyone wanted him to be. Make as little waves as possible...

Louis, the extroverted Alpha with a passion for Social Sciences, comes in like a tidal wave.

📖 We Don't Need No Piece of Paper (From the City Clerk) by @2tiedships2 (26k)

Harry sat on his bed and stared at the pile of luggage by the door. This was really happening. He was being shipped off to America to get married.

In a matter of months, he would be bonded to an alpha his father had chosen for him. Someone that Harry knew nothing about. Not even his name.

📖 Something To Remember by @parmahamlarrie (25k)

Every time you meet your soulmate, the event is marked on your skin forever in the form of a corresponding tattoo in roughly the same place on both of your bodies. Sometimes, it takes a few tries before you piece together who that person is, leading some to be more covered in soulmarks than others.

Travel writer Louis Tomlinson has no tattoos.

Neither does singer and actor Harry Styles.

Will a trip to Maui’s most exclusive and private resort bring these two soulmates together, or will their bodies be constant reminders of what they missed out on?

📖 I'm insatiable, it’s all your fault by @larrydoinglaundry (21k)

The last thing Harry expected when he started a new job was to meet his truebond. The only problem is, his truebond happens to be one of his students, and he's never been the man to dismiss his morals.

📖 I'm Weaker Without You by @chai-hat-tea (20k)

Alpha Lord Louis Tomlinson is a rake who refuses to settle down. Will he settle down for the Society's most talked about Omega? What about the enticing scent that belongs to the Beta? How will he react to said Beta pursuing the Omega too?

📖 Briar Rose by @harryslonecurl (16k)

Louis is a royal who is coerced to find a mate due to his position in high society. Wanting absolutely nothing to do with high society, Louis chooses a peasant from a neighboring village. Harry is quite far removed from high society. Has Louis gotten more than he bargained for, or will this be the connection he never knew he needed?

📖 Black Leather, Blue Lace by @insightfulinsomniac (8k)

aka: a pwp in which new soulmates farmer!Louis and city girl!Harry are filthy exhibitionists.

📖 Together We're the Greatest by @hellolovers13 (4k)

It's not the first time Louis has to stitch Harry back together, but Louis will make sure it is the last.

📖 So Paris When We Kiss by @beelou (4k)

Looks like he’s finally going to Paris.

[lululawrence]

This is a such kind way to share your compassion for all of us who are feeling sad too. How about number 10, please and thanks?

aww thank you, love. i used to have the time and energy to do this kind of thing a lot more often, and it brought me so much joy when times around here were often difficult. it has been a long time since i've been able to do that, though, and it felt like the right way to not only honor liam and the rest of the boys, but to also show some love to everyone here in a way i can manage to do today.

now! you're own personal random rec of fics come from page 10 of my ao3 bookmarks, which include...

Behind closed doors by bluegreenish / @greenblueish

“You should ask that whoever he’s currently fucking.”

Liam’s eyes grow wide.

“No.” His tone is unbelieving, just like Louis’ would’ve been if you had told him what turn today would take.

“Yes.”

“How do you know?”

Louis’ room mate’s eyes barely leave him as he tries to untie his shoes without looking.

“Went to his dorm earlier, found a sock on his door handle. He’s such an arsehole.”

or, the one where omega Louis finds a sock on alpha Harry's door handle that causes a big misunderstanding but is also the beginning of something new.

I'm Weaker Without You by The_Halcyonic_Lachesist / @chai-hat-tea

Alpha Lord Louis Tomlinson is a rake who refuses to settle down. Will he settle down for the Society's most talked about Omega? What about the enticing scent that belongs to the Beta? How will he react to said Beta pursuing the Omega too?

they say looks can kill (and i might try) by LiveLaughLoveLarry (SoLongAndThanksForAllTheFic) / @loveislarryislove

There is little Louis loves more than the look on a would-be criminal’s face when he falls from the sky. They never see it coming – which seems ridiculous, since they live in a city with dozens of superheroes. But then again, most of those “heroes” are CowellCorp’s pet monkeys, and CowellCorp isn’t all that concerned with helping ordinary folks.

Louis is, though. So when he looks into an alley and spots a man gripping a woman’s arm hard enough to bruise, he does the logical thing: he fires an arrow that neatly peels the man’s hat off his head and pins it to the wall behind him.

Isn’t that what anyone would do?

~*~

Once, Louis walked the streets as Ranger, a proud member of the CowellCorp Crusaders. With their training and tech, he thought he'd be able to fight evil and protect those in need.

Then he realized the evil people needed protecting from was the very company that had built him into a "hero" in the first place.

Now he walks those same streets as Rogue, a vigilante who makes his own justice - and he's making damn sure that justice is coming for CowellCorp too.

Choose one of my 103 pages of bookmarks in AO3 and I'll give you a random selection of fics from that page!

[allwaswell16]

All the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in December 2023. You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 including the fics on this month’s fic roundup which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #57 |  ko-fi | fic recs

— Louis/Harry —

⊹ Heart Beat by @allwaswell16

(E, 33k, kid fic) When Harry returns to start a music academy in his hometown, he finds himself face to face with his high school crush—and his charming daughter who wants to learn to play the drums.

⊹ Snow In Love by @lululawrence

(NR, 33k, fake relationship) An advent fic featuring childhood friends, fake dating turned actual dating, really horrible secret keeping, and a winter weather surprise.

⊹ You Ain’t Gotta Feel Fear Just Mingle by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(T, 32, coworkers) Harry has been at his dream job for less than three months, and he knows two things for sure; first, his project manager doesn't know what he's doing, and second, someone in the office is apparently pure evil, and no one will tell Harry who it is.

⊹ 'tis the damn season by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf

(E, 17k, girl direction) Harry returns to her small hometown over the holiday season and starts to think about the road not taken.

⊹ The Lonely Dance of My Despair (series) by The_Halcyonic_Lachesist / @chai-hat-tea

(G/T, 11k, Eroda) Louis lives a lonely life until he might find something that shows him that he might not be alone in his misery. Or did he?

⊹ Ride My Sleigh Tonight by @kingsofeverything

(E, 9k, sugar daddy) In exchange for free food and drinks at Liam’s office holiday party, Harry pretends to be his boyfriend. But this is not that story.

⊹ You smile all the time ('cause how can you not show it?) by thebreadvan / @thebreadvansstuff

(E, 9k, dentist/patient) Harry never liked dentists, until now.

⊹ don’t let the fire die by @nouies

(E, 8k, fantasy au) Harry makes a long trip to take back what is his.

⊹ I've Got My Love to Keep Me Warm by @haloeverlasting

(NR, 7k, neighbors) Louis' heat is out, Harry's a terrible upstairs neighbor, and an empty Christmas tree is the perfect excuse to fall in love.

⊹ Unleashing Adoration by hazzahtomlinson / @itsnotreal

(E, 6k, songwriter Louis) Louis’ schedule has gotten a bit busy lately, so he trusts that Niall will find someone who can take care of his dog, Clifford, a few days a week.

⊹ I Want You to Linger by @insightfulinsomniac

(E, 6k, omegaverse) A friends-to-lovers fic in which oblivious alpha Louis courts his best friend, nests with the gifts he gets him, and is faced with the reality that sometimes telling someone you love them doesn’t go to plan (but turns out better in the end anyway).

⊹ Red by @disgruntledkittenface

(E, 4k, exes) Louis is wallowing after the breakup. He's never felt this kind of heartbreak before. All he wants to do is lie on his couch and listen to Taylor Swift alone.

⊹ Perfect, For Now by @parmahamlarrie

(T, 4k, omegaverse) Moving to a new city is always hard, being away from home, finding your new community - none of it is easy. Dealing with all of this while being touch deprived is even more difficult.

⊹ Oh Little Town of BATHlehem by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(G, 2k, Christmas shopping) Louis Tomlinson needs a small pink bathtub. He needs it.

— Rare Pairs —

⊹ Jump! by @reminiscingintherain

(M, 15k, Louis/Tommy Longhurst) “I absolutely know what this means, lad,” he replied, his voice gentle and supportive. “The way you’re reacting to being out there? That’s exactly why I chose you for the support slot.” He gave a reassuring squeeze. “You deserve this, okay?” 

⊹ softer than satin by cinnamons / @sunbellylou

(E, 4k, Louis/Joel Miller) “Wanna go back to bed,” Louis whispered languidly, voice partly muffled by his boyfriend’s lips on his.

⊹ One by @allwaswell16

(E, 4k, Louis/Tommy Shelby) When omega Louis Tomlinson becomes pregnant after an unexpected encounter, he decides his only option is to flee his pack. But Tommy Shelby, pack alpha of the Peaky Blinders, might not be willing to let him go so easily.

⊹ Daydream by @allwaswell16

(T, 2k, Zayn/Louis) Every Thursday, Louis nods hello to her fellow regulars at Horan’s Cafe, one of whom is the woman of her dreams.

⊹ Baking Memories by @haztobegood

(T, 2k, Louis/Jack Cochrane) After a long day of songwriting, Jack convinces Louis to bake mince pies together.

⊹ Chaos by @haztobegood

(M, 100 words, Louis/OMC [bodyguard]) Against the barricade, it’s complete chaos.