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[lululawrence]

You Should Be Here With Me

A 2024 Advent Fic by lululawrence

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | 34k | 26 Chapters

The festive period is a traditionally hectic one in the world of Premier League football, and this year is no different. A lot is riding on how Manchester United is able to come through the fixtures in the coming weeks.

Louis and his teammates know all too well the pressure that is on their shoulders. They need to prove, not just to fans of the club but the entire league, that they still have what it takes to be a team worthy of fighting for the top of the table.

Throw in the fact that Louis is all too aware that he's not getting any younger in a profession that demands your peak physical fitness year round and the incredibly fit Harry Styles, who is part of the club's social media team, and this year's festive period might just be the most important one yet.

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[silverkiiwii]

Your A-Team, Your Endgame

by silverkiiwii | @tomlinsins with art by @harryanthus-annuus

“Did you have another fight with Harry?” Liam asks as they move away from everyone, into the kitchen.

“No. Why?” Louis says, perplexed.

“He looks ready to murder you.” Liam subtly looks over towards Harry and sure enough, his gaze on Louis is intensely unwavering.

“Or well, fuck you senseless.” Zayn chimes in with the most absurd possibility before Louis can think of a reply.

“What? Shut up. He does not want to fuck me senseless.”

“Then you can fuck him senseless.”

“Nobody is fucking anybody senseless.” Even the mere notion is enough to make his eyes roll up into their bloody sockets.

“Doesn't mean you don't want to though.” Liam smirks like a true traitor. He really ought to make new friends.

“I'm leaving.” Louis deadpans. He is not going to dignify their idiocy with responses anymore.

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[allwaswell16]

Coming soon for 1D Omegaverse Fic Fest...

Scarred

Harry glanced back for a moment, no hint of recognition of the soulbond on his face, just a cold, hard look, before he turned on his heel and began walking away from him. Louis knew he should call Harry back to him, should explain what had just happened. But the bond that had only formed on his own side made him hesitate. His soulmate didn’t want him.  He could tell Harry the truth and let his protective alpha instincts kick in. Harry would never condemn anyone to the slow, excruciating death of a rejected soul bond, even someone like Louis. But then Louis would have to live with the knowledge that his soulmate would rather have chosen anyone but him if given the choice. He couldn’t do it. His soulmate deserved a chance at happiness, one that did not include him. Instead, he watched his soulmate walk away from him, further and further into the distance until he turned a corner and disappeared from sight.

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[so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed]

It’s not until Harry is wrapped up in a blanket and Zayn’s arms, with his hands clutching his moth plushie, that Zayn asks.

“What happened?”

He’s got his lips pressed to Harry’s temple, his fingers carding soothingly through his hair, and Harry wishes desperately that he could feel comforted, that Zayn’s love was enough to fill the gaping hole he can feel in his chest.

It’s so stupid. He knows it is. Because Louis was just a boy. Just someone that might’ve been placed on Harry’s path for a while, but that was never guaranteed a stay.

But Harry had wanted him to stay. He’d wanted him, more than he can remember ever wanting anyone before. 

“He left,” he mumbles quietly, wishing that he had the energy to wince at the bitter tone in his voice, but he simply doesn’t. Neither does Zayn, who just holds him a little bit tighter in response to his words. “He left me.”

Sometimes falling in love is taking a leap of faith, jumping into the unknown with your eyes closed, hoping someone will be there to catch you.

Sometimes falling in love is seeing the person in front of you, all their flaws and imperfections, and taking that leap nonetheless.

Sometimes it's both.

Coming soon to the @onedirectionbigbang, a fic by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed with art by the amazing @whatagreatproblemtohave

[muldersfingers]

The 61st Bloodbath

An X-Files/Hunger Games AU by muldersfingers (Explicit, c. 80k words)

Coming soon to ao3

***** On the eve of the tribute reaping for the 61st Hunger Games, the District 4 victors attend the mentor reaping.

*****

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(little snippet under the cut)

Mulder remembered the look in Dana’s eyes when she had swung the axe, burying it in District 1’s male tribute’s chest, making her the winner. He didn’t judge her. Everyone in the room had killed other innocent kids, and a fair amount of them had done it brutally. 

He wondered if Dana saw the boy’s face in her dreams.

“Welcome!”

The victors all fell silent and took a seat, facing the little Justice Building banquet hall stage. Bianca Sparkle – not her family name, Mulder was sure – had been District 4’s escort for three years. She was sweet in that air-headed, not-living-in-the-real-world way that being a born and bred Capitol citizen earned you. As her surname dictated, she was always sparkling and shimmering from head to toe. Her hair was an ever-changing pastel colour. Today it was green.

She looked around the room with a stupid grin on her face before her eyes fell on Dana and it melted away into a soft, genuine, encouraging smile. Dana gave her a small smile in return.

“It is time to find out who will have the grand privilege–” The room erupted into discontented grumbles – “of mentoring this year’s Hunger Games District 4 tributes! May the odds be ever in your favour!”

Mulder turned to Walter and squeezed his bicep in a gesture of comfort. Mentoring was nowhere near as traumatising as being a tribute but, by design, they had all been tributes once, and the trauma of being involved again was something that Mulder dreaded for himself, as well as for his friends.

Well, two of them would have to go through it again this year.

“Ladies first!” Bianca said shrilly, tapping her long nails against the comically large glass orb that housed just a few folded pieces of paper. They used the same balls as they did for the reaping, which seemed silly to Mulder.

Mulder prayed silently that it wasn’t Mags. She had served her time as a mentor and, at sixty-six, Mulder thought she deserved a little peace.

He raised his eyebrows as Bianca pulled out a piece of paper, unfolding it, and watched as all the life and colour drained from her face. She visibly swallowed, and looked towards Mulder’s left in pity.

“Dana Scully.”

Walter’s breath caught in his throat, and Mags let out a quiet, strangled cry of sorrow. 

A small, broken woman of nineteen, barely out of the circus of the 60th Hunger Games, now thrust right into the 61st. Mulder clapped his hands over his mouth. This was so cruel. 

He didn’t want her to feel ogled but he tried to look at her out of the corner of his eye. Visibly, she hadn’t reacted much. She seemed stiffer, but the vacant, broken look remained.

Walter had his arm around her shoulders loosely and was whispering in her ear. Mulder felt a wrenching in his chest. He was so focused on poor Dana, he barely even registered Bianca saying his name until Mags made a strange whimpering sound.

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[howdoyousleep3]

you're the light, you're the night | @howdoyousleep3 steve rogers x bucky barnes | explicit | wip

notable tags: mafia/mob au, arranged marriage, slow burn, daddy kink, violence (gun, threats, blood), found family, pov steve rogers, pov bucky barnes, falling in love, angst, happy ending

summary: After his father's careless mistake, Bucky Barnes' life becomes controlled by the Bratva. The multiple jobs he works to support his family, his ill sister's treatment, his paused education, his nonexistent love life; every dull and draining day blurs together as he lives his life for everyone but himself...until he's given a way out. Leave Russia and move to New York City, marry a man named Steve Rogers, and his father's debt will be forgiven in full, his family taken care of. To Bucky, it seems like an obvious decision. But when the stranger he ends up marrying turns out to be involved in the same illicit world Bucky was eager to leave behind, and with a menacing rival that threatens the life he's desperately trying to find his footing in, Bucky feels as if he's in more trouble now than when he had the Bratva breathing down his neck.

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playlist | steve's introduction | bucky's introduction

[housepartyprotocol]

now I'm not teasing

however

i am teasing my new work

release date looking like sometime in the next two days so keep your eyes and ears out.

More information to come soon....

(also inbox is open to requests)

[neondiamond]

If you know me at all, you’ll know that two of the things I enjoy most are writing fluffy ficlets, and Christmas. This year, I decided to combine the two and create my own little Christmas ficlet party all throughout December! 8 ficlets, 4 different pairings, many different tropes—all short, fluffy and festive! Perfect for a quick reading break with a warm drink!

Here is a little sneak peek of what you can expect!

🎄You Don’t Have to Be Lonely Tonight (Larry, coffeeshop AU, strangers, 2k, fic post)

Louis is stuck working the Christmas day shift at the coffee shop. Harry is the sad stranger who comes in to spend the day there.

❄️ An Annual Affair (OT5 friendship, A/B/O, 1.6k, fic post)

One Direction’s annual Christmas dinner, featuring pregnant Harry and his overprotective Alpha Louis, nervous Liam and his calm and collected mate Zayn, and clueless Niall who may or may not have a death wish.

🎅🏻 Not Quite Structurally Sound (Ziam, kid fic, 1.1k, fic post)

Zayn and Liam help their two kids build a gingerbread house.

⭐️ You’re Family (Larry, meeting the parents, asexual characters, 2k, fic post)

Louis is a little nervous about meeting Harry’s family for the first time for Christmas. Harry’s Mum shows him he has nothing to worry about.

Part of the Inner Crisis universe.

🎄A Special Bond (Narry friendship, kid fic, uncle Niall, 1.1k, fic post)

Baby Lilah goes to see the Christmas lights with her Daddy Harry and her uncle Niall.

❄️ Mistletoe Kiss (Larry, roommates, mutual pining, 1.2k, fic post)

A little bit of mistletoe is just the thing Louis needed to let his roommate Harry know he’s got quite the crush on him.

🎅🏻 Cookies and Christmas Cheer (Ziall friendship, hospital AU, 1k, fic post)

When Niall is feeling a little sad at having to work over the holidays, his fellow nurse Zayn shows him a little Christmas spirit is still possible.

⭐️ All That Counts (Larry, established relationship, 1.2k, fic post)

A soft Christmas morning in the Tomlinson-Styles household.

Merry Christmas everyone! ❤️

[saphstories]

Coming Soon...

Prepare the way.

Two thousand years of war. Of bloodshed, darkness, destruction, and loss. So much lost.

Darkness falls.

Over four hundred years of waiting. Of pining, wishing, praying. For a word spoken, whispered in wind. For a promise given, etched in stone. For hope reborn, forged in fire.

Hope shall rise.

Three are called to arms, to fight and defend those who have desperately awaited their arrival, for deliverance of a kingdom born in flame, from a monstrous warlord that seeks to bathe it in blood and ash.

Will Three be enough to dethrone the Harbinger of Death himself?

Sovereignty is come.

Prepare the way.

Prepare the way...

The Three Sovereigns

[airenfolio]

teaser for another spicy post on bsky and my alt twt :)

[lululawrence]

Louis leaned back in his chair so he could see the time over the oven, and was surprised to find it was only a little past 9. It was earlier than he was usually up on a Saturday, but Diego clearly wasn’t expecting anyone, so who just showed up at someone’s house unannounced this early in the morning? It had to be family, right?

The sound of the door opening and two voices speaking loudly and quickly in Spanish was what finally got Diego holding his palm out to Louis and saying, “Just… stay here, yes? Yes,” before scurrying off towards the front door.

Diego’s voice joined in with the rapidfire Spanish, and that was kind of hot, actually. Louis really enjoyed hearing the differences in his vocal tone and inflections when he was speaking Spanish versus English, but he needed to focus. 

Mostly he needed to focus on the fact that there were strangers here. Strangers that Diego might not mind running into whilst only wearing a t-shirt and pants, but Louis sure did. Especially since Diego was at least in a clean top. Louis was wearing the one he found on the floor that Diego had been wearing last night. And oh god… his hair. He had no idea what his hair looked like. He was definitely not in any state to be meeting anyone right now.

The issue was, if Louis was going to make it to the bedroom without being noticed, he had to hope that they hadn’t come much further inside than the front door or they would definitely be able to see him. Curse the modern aesthetic of an open floorplan.

Taking a deep breath, Louis decided to risk it. After all, both of the surprise visitors seemed to be quite fond of Diego based on their tone of voice, but considering Louis knew maybe ten words in Spanish, he had no idea what anyone was saying. 

Louis started trying to creep his way towards Diego’s bedroom, but he hadn’t made it very far when he realized the three of them were definitely incredibly close to the kitchen and there was now silence.

“Mijo, who is this?”

Louis froze, his back still turned towards the three people in the living room. Because what was he supposed to do? How exactly was Diego going to explain Louis to these people who clearly cared for him? 

“Ma, Pa…” 

Diego’s voice was close to Louis now, so he turned and looked over at Diego, who put his arm around Louis and turned him towards the strangers… who were apparently his parents. 

“This is Louis.” After a brief pause where he squeezed Louis’ shoulders a bit, Diego then said, “We only recently started seeing each other.”

Louis tensed, doing his best to school his face, but this was a lot right now. They only just met each other last night, for fuck’s sake, and now he’s not only meeting the man’s parents, but he’s being introduced as his boyfriend?

Let Us Be Lovers by lululawrence featuring art by @lemelous

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[meetinginsamarra]

On Sunday I'll start posting my casefic !

Finally, my casefic is completely written and betaed!

In December 2022 I was thinking about a birthday present for my friend @peageetibbs . I came up with the idea of writing and gifting a fic, Sherlock would solve a mystery set in a cinema because my friend runs a cinema in the spare time IRL. Easy case, short fic, max 8k. Of course, the case evolved and became more complicated and the fic amounted to 56k and 15 chapters in the end.

It's the first real casefic I have written and I am very proud of it. All in all, it took me over a year to finish, including two longer breaks in between. I have missed the deadline for last year's birthday but this year, the fic will be in time.

I will be posting the first chapter on AO3 Sunday 18th.

Uploads will happen every Wednesday and Friday.

If anyone likes to be tagged on tumblr when it updates, let me know!

[tainted-liquor]

i think we know what time it is...

'Maybe it was something in the water, but you knew he would be there this time'

quick luhh teaser

[so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed]

SAW SOME THINGS ON THE OTHER SIDE

Larry, 61K

Louis can vaguely hear the grandfather clock chime downstairs, signalling the start of the ghost hour, and a shiver runs up his spine as he pushes the door open.

Part of him expects it to be jammed like before, but instead it swings open easily, and for a moment Louis’ eyes struggle to adjust to the darkness. Holding up his phone with shaky hands, he shines the flashlight over the furniture in the room, the curtains that in the daylight had looked so vibrant.

They look tattered now, hanging limply from the rod. The wooden armoire and the bed are ornate and beautiful still, but even from the doorway Louis can see a thick layer of dust, undisturbed for what has been probably the better part of a century.

Louis isn’t sure whether he feels relieved or disappointed, but he definitely feels unsettled. Because this room is what he’d expected to find this afternoon, and yet he can still see the boy he’d met then so clearly now, even when the room looks different from the way it had back then. He doesn’t even have to close his eyes to envision the way it had looked earlier today, and surely it can’t have been a dream, right? Had he gone into this room, expecting to find something more than just dust and forgotten furniture, and had his dream made up for the disappointing ending to a mystery that had only existed in his head?

When Louis moves into the mansion he’s inherited from his great grandfather, he has a plan that consists of three things. One, he’s going to finish writing the next novel in his series. Two, he’s finally going to get over his ex-fiancé. And three, while battling writer’s block and having to resist the urge to kill off the main character in his books – the hot detective based on his ex-fiancé – he’s going to restore the mansion to its former glory.

Unfortunately, Louis’ plan doesn’t take into account the fact that instead of writing murder mysteries, he will find himself in one.

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[badger-bear]

coming soon for @onedirectionbigbang with art by @londonfoginacup

another friday night.

Lennon’s heart started to race, and she was beginning to sweat at the possibility of doing this job. She didn’t want to be complicit in the act of closeting someone. It felt immoral. But her family, they needed the money. She had to help her siblings. “I could do it,” Lennon spoke up. Everyone in the room stared at her but she refused to shrink down again. “I know I’m not a model, but I could do it.” Louis’ glare was harsh and unyielding. “No.” “It’s not a good idea,” Joseph added. “You don’t know anything about this industry, and you already have a job.” “I know more than Jennifer, and she has a day job as well. I’m bisexual so I am in the community like Louis was requesting. Louis and I have had a good report since he started working with us. It would be easy to sell to the GP. We met at work, sparks went flying…” Lennon trailed off. “I said no,” Louis repeated himself, his voice was just as harsh as his stare.

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[novankenn]

Scorpion Fish (Test/Teaser)

(A/N - This is another attempt by me to do an original content "Humans F@@K Yeah!" science-fiction story. If you're are interested in seeing it grow further... let me know. Anyway hope you enjoy.)

UHSC-3739 was two months into a six-month operation. The seventy-five-metre long spacecraft, was running in silent mode, or as the crews liked to call it dead-drift. A sense of boredom tinted with nervousness had settled firmly into the crew. It was the worst part of these operations. The waiting. The pure hours of minor internal activity while they waited for a target to cross their path.

The UHSCs or the United Humanities Stealth Craft were the design idea of a minor earth historian. Shape function and tactics based around an early 20th century marine combat craft. The submarine. The entire goal of the military action to covertly disrupt the logistics of the Il’vara, by ambushing supply and scout craft. The overarching operation, code named “Scorpion fish” after a fairly opportunistic marine ambush predator. The plan was as simple in function as it was dangerous. The craft would drift unnoticed in the void of space, just waiting for a target of opportunity to cross their path.

Fragile, but capable of inflicting catastrophic damage to much larger craft, they were a departure to centuries of historical combat doctrine followed by the Il’vara. Compared to the Il’vara, humanity was a fledgling and minor galactic power. Not even having been accepted as even minor members of the Galactic Senate. Meaning, in the conflict with the Il’vara they were on their own… and losing.

The United Human Republic still had no understanding of why the Il’vara had taken offence to their forays into the wider unknown of space. The only obviously apparent fact was the Il’vara a race of sentient beings evolved from what human scientists assumed was a predatory species akin to earth felines, most notably Panthera leo, had what the human populace coined as a “hate boner” for Homo sapiens. 

Captain Harold Green, patrolled the entire length of his vessel. Checking in with the various departments. He like his crew was dressed in skin tight insulating bodysuit. The suits were highly efficient, and mandatory for these types of missions. Only minimal systems were left powered, restricting any possible radiative energy signatures to escape into the void of space and thereby giving Il’vara sensors a chance at detecting them prior to an attack. He had sixteen souls under his command, running two twelve-hour main shifts, with two overlapping split shifts. Each staffed with four crew.

“Status?” Green questioned the two-man crew staffing the “listening post”.

“All is quiet.” the senior, a woman names Janice Madison, replied. “Only background static.”

“Stay alert. We’ve finally completed the dead-drift into our operational zone.”

“Aye, sir.” Janice and her compatriot Thomas Saunders responded.