#the love at first sight trope is shite

[cringengl]

The moment Mike said that he's loved El since the moment he saw her, Byler became endgame.

[dramioneasks]

Summer Fics (2023)

building up the pages (over the Atlantic) by prima_vera - T, one-shot - The letters Draco sends Hermione after they first meet on their holidays on the French Riviera and start their friendship/summer fling/romance.

crack on by echoofpromise - E, WIP - This season on Love Island ... Ten sexy singles enter the Spanish Villa in the hope of finding adventure, friendship, love, and a shot at winning the $50,000 prize money! But beware - with a summer this long and hot, there's bound to be drama.

fire in our hearts (burning brighter than the sun) by riddikulus_puff - T, one-shot - Before the arrival of their firstborn baby, Hermione Granger-Malfoy and Draco Granger-Malfoy decided to go on short trips around Europe, something that they had thought about for so long in their relationship. Finally, they were able to do the trips they had wished about. Explore the places that they had always dreamed of travelling to but had never had the chance to explore because of the business of their work lives. After spending the last few days exploring the streets of Italy and exploring Marina di Carrara with their main adventure being a night-time walk along the beach. The next and final destination of the trip was France, more specifically going to Brive-la-Gaillarde. A one-shot for the 2023 Hermione's Haven Bingo Fic Fest Inspired by the song 'Gotta Be You' by One Direction

Aperol Spritz (ENG) by GingerSnapeUA - T, one-shot - After breaking up with Ron, Hermione decides to go on vacation to Italy, but an unexpected meeting awaits her there.

Crash My Girls' Trip by GreenInk_RedLetters - T, 14 chapters - Hermione Granger should have known her first holiday in over five years would be more 'shite hits the fan' than 'sex on the beach.' A promise of a two-week bon voyage on a wizarding island was surely slipping away right before her eyes. She bloody should have known. When Ginny finally convinces Hermione to join her on a two-week island holiday, hilarity ensues as it turns out they're not the only ones vacationing on the magical island, Serena Aquae. And when their own lodging doesn't work out, who just so happens to have extra room in his suite...? Classic, vacation-vibe Dramione story with several classic tropes: same hotel suite, forced proximity, mild jealousy etc. Lots of humor, angst, but overall a lighthearted read.

Stuck in the Middle with You by lilacprestyge - E, 10 chapters - ‘’What the f - Granger?!’’ ‘’Malfoy!’’ She screeched as she hid her eyes from the sight of a very naked Draco Malfoy standing in the middle of her room. ‘’Get out of my room’’ they both said in unison. When Harry Potter finally puts a knee down for none other than the last Weasley, the Malfoy heir, a colleague of the war hero, is invited to the wedding in an all-inclusive magical resort in Dominican Republic. One administrative mishap later, and Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy are stuck together in the same room. For the whole week.

[petrichoraline]

do you know any show where there's a popular kid/lonely kid trope? ☺️

not many of the shows i've watched fit this trope exactly (and especially the one i have in my head where the lonely kid has zero friends and the popular guy has roses blooming any time he enters the room) but i've compiled a list with couples whose dynamics resemble it, somewhat? i hope that's okay, when it comes to anon requests i kinda have to read minds so i rely on "more is more"

Fish Upon the Sky - starting off with a great example of a kid with a low self-esteem searching for love and the heartthrob chasing after him; it's also enemies to lovers though completely one-sided lmao

Semantic Error - we've got the campus hottie and the most antisocial man in that whole uni (though if you ask Sangwoo he'd deny he's lonely, he's just self-sufficient); P.S as per MDL, Jaeyoung is described as stylish, fun-loving, and – above all – extraordinarily popular. He is the closest thing the college has to a superstar!

I Will Knock You - Noey is a gang leader whom good girls swoon over and Thi, though pretty content with his friend group, is a cowardly goody two-shoes; he doesn't fit the loner trope perfectly but their dynamic is really interesting and worth paying attention to imo

Be My Favorite - Kawi and Pisaeng fit the descriptions perfectly but their love story doesn't develop the cliche way; Kawi is a fiesty bitter lil thing and Pisaeng is the warm sociable type of popular guy

Dangerous Romance - Kang with his teen hormones, unresolved issues and attitude problem is a bully who tried recreating his own fight scene a la F4 style and we know Domyouji is peak drama popular guy (or, since we're talking Thai shows, Thyme); Sailom seems to not be that much on the lonely side at first but the more you get into his character the more you see how befitting this title is

Blueming - the kid that did everything to be popular and the naturally charismatic sweetheart cross paths

To My Star - this doesn't really fit till you realise Seojoon is a literal celebrity and Jiwoo is a pit of loneliness and scepticism

Love Class S2 - again, not too fitting but the side couple of Maru and Minwoo bring a bit of it to the table because Maru is unbearably sociable while Minwoo keeps to himself to the point of misery

Cherry Magic - i mean. shining star of the office Kurosawa/Karan and blending-into-the-background Adachi/Achi kinda fit the bill

Utsukushii Kare - high school? check. popular dude? check. outcast kid who worships popular fella's existence? check! side note, i'd say the way Kiyoi is basically forced to pursue Hira cause he's so dense is hilarious

Fukou-kun wa Kisu Suru Shikanai! - oh, my lovely. the first show from Drama Shower. sweet and approachable Naoya whose good luck rubs off on cute Kota whose loneliness is somewhat brought upon by his constant misfortune. again, the "lonely kid" here has a bit of a mean streak which makes him very entertaining

Senpai, Danjite Koi de wa! - these dudes are in the workforce too but we have the competent charismatic senior and the awkward intern looking up to him

Minato Shouji Coin Laundry - Akira has been running from himself for so long and here comes the handsome smart dude determined to love the f out of him, i'd ssy they count lol

Takara-kun to Amagi-kun - we've got the poker-faced ikemen and his shy beloved

Kabe Koji - literal pop idol with sunshine personality and brooding mess of a doujinshi author (self-esteem issue included, of course)

Bokura no Micro na Shuumatsu - words can't explain these two's dynamic and how intriguing it is to me; Ritsu is a hot guy menace (derogatory) and Masumi has that bit of a crazy streak that works in their favour

Kimi to Nara Koi wo Shite Mite mo - the loner/popular dude dynamic here is somewhat lowkey? the "loner" is sociable and you can't really tell the "popular kid" is one based on his attitude at all, it's way more of a friends to lovers (with a touch of love at first sight if you ask me <3 )

About Youth - i wondered whether to include this one but the mdl description convinced me; they're a swooned-over straight A student and a shy musician, real cuties

Taikan Yoho - the vibes are very different from what you'd imagine with this trope but it technically fits lol, we've got a manga artist who stays at home all day and a handsome weatherman whose company is seeked by everyone

The Best Story - it's YinWar.

21 Days Theory - X and Q participating in a challenge that leads to romance, it's really cute

[amerrierworld]

in dreams (pt 1)

The Hobbit fanfiction

note: just for fun, this tid-bit takes on the classic ‘reader falls into middle-earth’ trope during the hobbit. you’re in rivendell, with the Company, and then the most beautiful elf in the whole fucking world appears. wohoo!

Summary: You meet the Lady of Lothlorien for what you think is the first time, but she’s already very acquainted with who you are.

Characters: Galadriel x fem!reader, the Company, Gandalf

Word Count: 1,123

You dangled your feet into the cool water of the fountain as a rugged group of dwarves around you stripped with no care in the world. A few kept some clothing on, but others, like the younger, brassier ones, didn’t really worry about anyone, especially you, seeing them in their birthday suits. 

You’d been their traveling companion since the beginning of this quest, and you quickly grew fond of them, despite their loud and medieval behaviour at times.

“Lass, quit yer staring!” Dwalin shouted at you. You snorted with amusement, because you hadn’t been staring anywhere inappropriate, but rather watching the low sun in the distance.

“Aye, what’s on our ol’ lass’ mind, then?” Gloin asked. “The Elven wine get to yer head?”

“By Durin, if you could even call that shite wine,” Dwalin responded. “Give me ale over fruity elf drinks any day!”

You chuckled, “they’re really not that bad, I really don’t see why you all have such a problem with Elves.”

“Oh, that tale goes back centuries, dear,” Balin said, squeezing droplets of water from his snow white beard. He was doing the same as you, rolling up his trousers to stick his feet in the water while lounging on the stone edge. “Now’s not the time, unless you want a few heads to start rollin’ around on the floors here.”

You continued, “I mean, sure, Elrond can be a bit prickly with you lot, but that’s because you’re all feasting on his food and drink like pigs.”

“He’s not as bad as the other one,” Fili shouted. 

“That one’s just a prick and nothin’ else,” Kili cackled in response, clapping his brother on the back and proceeding to wrestle him under the water. You were sprayed with a haze of water as they thrashed about.

“Who?”

“Thranduil,” Balin sighed, nodding to Thorin. The Dwarf King-in-exile snarled in response to the name, crossing his arms over his chest from where he was leaning against the edge of the fountain.

“Oh, well, yes, he’s a real asshole, obviously,” you said, earning a few chuckles. “So, Elrond’s a bit uptight, Thranduil can go die in a hole, but, what about Lothlorien? The other Elven realm,” you picked at your thumbnail, “what do you know of that leader?”

“Strange, I’ve heard,” Gloin piped up. “A real elf witch if ye ask me. Ye do so much as make eye contact with her, and yer under her spell for the rest of time!”

“You don’t say. I’d like to see that happen,” you grinned.

A glimpse of white light caught your eye. In the distance, crossing one of Rivendell’s bridges was a tall blonde being dressed in impeccable white. You could barely catch a glimpse of her face, but instantly you knew who she was.

Blushing, you wondered if she had heard everything that the Company was speaking of. 

“Anyways, why are you so interested in the Elf leaders? Getting tired of us Dwarves? We’ve got plenty of kingdoms to talk about, you know,” Kili threw his hands in the air and splashed you, as if you’d betrayed them in the most devastating way.

“Don’t be absurd!”

��I don’t believe her, boys. Come on!”

Fili and Kili lunged forward and before you knew it, your arms were being tugged and you fell face first in the water with a startled shriek. When you came up, soaked, your first instinct was to whip around and see if she was still standing on that bridge. 

She was. You turned beet red, because now she was staring at your strange party, frolicking in the water after you no doubt attracted attention due to your undignified scream.

“I’m gonna kill you,” you growled at the two brothers, eyes twinkling. You splashed more water at them, and they spluttered indignantly before moving to chase you again. 

-

Standing on the bridge, Galadriel stared at your strange party for a little while, before moving out of sight slowly, like wading through molasses. Her mind was racing. Your appearance in Rivendell had, quite honestly, startled the Lady of Light. She hadn’t expected you to be real. 

Your face and voice had only appeared in deep sleeps of hers, haunting her steps with your laugh, and yet you were never close enough for her to truly see or encounter you. 

Celeborn had been concerned for his wife, when she’d wake, restless, pondering. She’d barely spoken of you to him, but it didn’t take a genius, especially being her husband, to figure out what she was dreaming of.

“It is not uncommon to bond with more than one in a lifetime, my love,” Celebron had muttered during one dark and late night.

“Celeborn, this is not a bond like that of those married,” she’d retorted haughtily. “Whoever this is, isn’t real. She cannot be. I do not even know her.”

It went on for months, years. The sight of you here had frightened her to the point where she avoided greeting the Company altogether, no matter the importance of their quest, because how could you be here? Real, breathing and seemingly thriving. She had believed you didn’t even exist. 

And now here you were. A human from some faraway place, dazed by the sheer beauty of Rivendell’s magic, surrounded by burly and loud companions.

Galadriel wrung her hands. She made her way to stand on one of the balconies overlooking Rivendell’s forestry. Trying to tune out the shrieks and laughter of you and the Dwarves in the distance and keeping her own stoic, noble appearance.

“Something on your mind, my lady?” Gandalf had approached her and stood next to her on the ledge as the sun slowly set behind the trees. He leaned against his staff as a cool breeze wafted over them, ruffling his beard and her golden locks.

“Your human companion, Mithrandir,” Galadriel began quietly. “Who is she?”

“Oh, Y/N? Why, she’s quite a lovely companion, actually. I’m still not entirely sure how she came about our quest, and this place, but here we are. I do believe she was meant to be on this journey with us, but for what reason I do not know.”

The Lady remained silent. She felt young, and small, and unsure, as if she weren’t thousands of years old. You had unearthed an old and surprising feeling that not even her husband, her best friend of many centuries, had brought up in years. 

Butterflies. 

She cleared her throat, heat rising in her cheeks, yet she remained vigilant.

“My lady?”

“Will you bring her to me? I would like to get acquainted with her myself. Her circumstances seem odd and I wish to discuss them, learn more of her,” she drawled, eyes kept on the horizon. 

“Of course, Lady Galadriel.”

“No others, please, my friend. I do not wish to be judged by some lowly Dwarves who think I am a witch. And do not tell her it is me she is seeing. I do  not want to frighten her.”

“It takes a lot to frighten her, my lady, trust me,” Gandalf chuckled. “But I will do as you say. Hopefully you can make more sense of the girl than I can. I may be wise, but I am old and confused with the things she tells me.”

Galadriel’s face pulled into a smile and she breathed a little deeper. 

“Thank you, Mithrandir.”

-

A/N: hi, yes, welcome to me: procrastinator extraordinaire. I will post my scheduled fics soon! This was just to get myself back into the game because real life is hell, wouldn't you say? Bear with me, friends. Also, vote, if you’re American :3 I’m not, but I still think it’s important. Stay tuned for pt 2, lovelies <3

[seductresses-temple]

Veritaserum, vampire, voluntary. Pansmione. 1k

She lives!!!!!!! I finally got a random stroke of inspiration for this so instead of working on my multiple WIPS, have some random Pansmione!

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On Trial

Pairing: Pansiome

Rating: Teen (probably? Honestly if it’s not mature or explicit, I have no clue how to rate stuff but Teen sounds like a safe bet)

CW: Talk of Animal Hunting -one of the characters is honestly a vampire and while I feel like hunting animals as opposed to feeding from humans is a common trope, I know it grosses some people out and feel the need to mention it. 

I also wanna go ahead and tag @pansmione cause I always tag them in all Pansmione related things lol

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“The accused stands charged with attacking and then drinking the blood of a Muggle, thereby breaching the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy as well as violating the terms of her probation. If the accused cannot produce witness against these accusations then-”

I can prove she’s innocent!” the words flew out of Hermione’s mouth before she could stop herself. Moments such as this had her cursing her Gryffindor bravery. It always seemed to rear its ugly head before she could formulate a thorough course of action. Shite.

Kinglsey quirked an eyebrow at her but motioned for her to take the seat at the center of the room where Pansy Parkinson was currently sitting. As Parkinson rose from her seat to relinquish it to Hermione, their eyes locked for the briefest of moments. Hermione tried to pour the depth of her apology into her gaze. She never wanted the truth to come out this way. This wasn’t her secret to tell but the thought of remaining silent…she couldn’t allow it.

“Bring forth the veritaserum.” The words made Hermione grip the arms of her chair so tightly her knuckles whitened. She didn’t question if it was necessary, it certainly wasn’t. Hermione’s reputation within the Ministry was impeccable but she knew this was a high profile case. All the cases pertaining to ex Death Eaters and their children were high profile cases. The Daily Prophet gobbled up any scrap of negative press they could get like the vultures they were.

As the veritaserum worked its way through her system, Hermione scanned the courtroom to find Parkinson’s dark eyes glaring at her with an intensity that she was honestly afraid of. Veritaserum worked quickly, apparently, because she certainly wouldn’t have admitted something like that without it. She managed to mouth the words ‘I’m sorry’ before the questioning began.

“For the record, please state your full name for the Wizengamot.”

“Hermione Jean Granger.” The words slid out of her mouth like water between her fingers. She was vaguely aware of the fact that she didn’t want to be doing this. Some part of her knew this was such a devastating breach of trust but the alternative was too bleak and terrible.

“And how is it, that you say you can prove the innocence of the accused?”

Hermione narrowed her eyes, feeling her stubbornness barreling toward the surface to fight the Veritaserum neck-and-neck “she was with me the night of the attack.” Flash. Flash. Flash. The uproar was instantaneous, from the rapid fire shots from the cameras, the outraged shocks, the scandalized murmurs. It took Kingsley nearly a full two minutes to get the courtroom under control again.

“Why was the accused with you that night, Ms.Granger?”

“She was hungry”

A couple of Wizengamot members clucked in frustration at such a basic answer but Kingsley seemed completely unbothered. Her leaned back in his chair, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lip.

“What is the nature of your relationship with the accused, Ms.Granger?”

Hermione couldn’t help herself, she looked over at Parkinson “She’s my girlfriend. We’ve been together for three years, five months, and seventeen days.”

The courtroom exploded with flashing bulbs and the furious scratch of quills against parchment. It was pandemonium. To Hermione’s ears it was all a gentle hum of background noise as she took in the expression on her lover’s face, their best kept secret laid bare to the world. If they were girlfriends when they walked into the courtroom, Hermione wasn’t so sure they would be when they walked out. Pansy looked seconds away from Avada Kedavra’ing her in front of the entire Wizengamot and spending the rest of her natural born life in Azkaban.

Their relationship was supposed to be a secret. They had agreed on that during their eighth year, they’d made a promise to each other to keep it secret just long enough for Pansy to work through the legal issues surrounding her finances. With both her parents in Azkaban and she herself being on probation there was so much red tape for Pansy to run through and being the child of a couple of Death Eaters certainly didn’t make anything easier on her. Their relationship had been…rocky…at first. It started when Hermione caught Pansy in the forest draining a deer dry. The sight was absolutely ghastly and she had of course gone off on a complete tangent about how Pansy shouldn’t be killing animals on school property.

Pansy hadn’t liked her crash course in ethics and snapped that she was either going to drain some “fuzzy little creature” dry once a day or she’d be coming after Hermione’s “pretty little throat” about once a week. It was meant to be sarcastic and scathing and so incredibly Slytherin but Hermione refused to back down from the challenge. She’d voluntarily become Pansy Parkinson’s primary source of food just to get her to stop killing defenseless creatures on school grounds.

It started off awkward at first. Hermione mostly talked to Parkinson -because it was Parkinson back then for a long time- while she fed in an attempt to get through the pain and the awkwardness of it all. They’d meet in the Room of Requirement, Parkinson would feed, Hermione would ramble, and then they’d part ways. After a month, Parkinson started responding to all of Hermione’s babbling after she’d fed. After two months of pouring her heart out and venting her frustrations, Hermione realized things with Ron weren’t going to improve. When they broke up it was Parkinson that consoled her, even though it was her decision -one Ron agreed with- she was still hurt by it. Ron was her first love and Parkinson dutifully listened to all her woes. After six months Parkinson had become Pansy and shortly after they shared their first kiss…the rest seemed like ancient history now.

Hermione didn’t know whether she was necessarily a lesbian, but she knew she cared deeply for Pansy. After a year she knew for a fact she loved her and after two years she knew she was hopelessly in love but now she may have just destroyed everything they’d built together. The rest of the trial finished up nice and neat, concise and fast like Wizengamot trials were intended to be and Hermione endured it all in a Veritaserum laced blur.

It wasn’t until she heard Kingsley threatening to ban the reporters from future trials that Hermione even realized it was over. Pansy had been cleared of all charges thanks to her statement but she also still looked ready to murder something so Hermione had no idea where they stood. Pansy pulled her off into a small conference room down the hall and slammed the door shut behind her, perfectly manicured nails drumming against her bicep.

“You,” she said after a moment, pointing her finger in Hermione’s face “are so idiotically Gryffindor yet so bloody fucking brilliant I don’t know whether I want to kiss you or hex you into the Netherworld.” Sighing, Pansy strode forward and captured Hermione’s lips in a searing, passionate kiss. Pansy had always been good at answering her own questions.

[afteriwake]

Pondlock, trope: secret relationship please!

@thequeenofhades picked Fantasy/Magic as the secondary prompt later, and I got hit with a Wholock/Shakespeare mash-up idea drawing on bits of Romeo & Juliet as well as A Midsummer NIght’s Dream, and thus you have this. It’s not going to follow the plot of either play completely, though there’s going to be a lot more of the bits of AMND. But please enjoy!

A Midsummer Night’s Escape (1/?) - For years, the Holmes family and the Ponds family have been better enemies, spilling blood in their fight to control London's magical community. But Sherlock and Amelia don't care; they only have eyes for each other. One evening the two of them, along with Sherlock's friend Margaret and Amelia's intended husband Rory, begin their escape to Wales and eventually the States to escape the violence and follow their dreams. But once they get separated in a forest controlled by the fae on their way to Leadworth, things don't go quite the way they had planned...but perhaps will be better in the end.

READ CHAPTER 1 | SERIES PAGE | HELP ME SURVIVE? | COMMISSION ME? | BUY ME A KOFI?

Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair England, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes Two pair of star-cross'd lovers risk their life; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their flight bury their parents' strife. The joyful passage of their fae-mark'd love, And the final end of their parents' rage, Which, but their children's plans, nought could remove, Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage; The which if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

It was nighttime. Perfect. His powers were always stronger at night, for some reason. He doubted his tutors would approve of how he was currently using his powers, as they were all for the Holmes family and vehemently against the Ponds, but he didn’t care.

Amelia...he loved the only daughter of Tabetha and Augustus Pond, much as his friends did their best to talk him out of it. She was below his station, they said. He was from a family of Lords and Ladies, though the title would go to his brother and well it should. He had no interest in it. His interest lay in the sciences, a blasphemous decision for those with power.

And Amelia, his ginger-headed love.

They had met during a masquerade dance that a local pub had put on, only to have it ruined by members of their families and their associates. But the two had run off together, ducking into alleys and dashing into a cab and going far away to where they felt safe, on the outskirts of the city, in a small village called Leadworth.

There had been conversations, long, rambling but joyous conversations. And kisses, sweet sweet kisses that still made his head spin. The landlady of the inn, Mrs. Hudson, and his friend Lestrade, who whisked her back the next day, had said he was in love. Love at first sight, love at first conversation, love at first kiss? Yes, perhaps he was in love.

But John and others said to stay away, the Ponds had power, but still. He loved her.

And as he saw her take a furtive glance back towards her family’s London home, she loved him.

He finished the cig and put it out, careful not to leave the filter behind that it might be used against him. The ash was minute; he didn’t imagine after the weather magic Amelia was so adept at there would be a trace of him there.

She came to him and framed his face, giving him a fleeting but intense kiss. “Has she made the arrangements?” Amelia asked.

He nodded. “Molly is in the cellar, ready to go. She can lead us through the forest. Once we arrive in Wales, we’ll get married, then be off to the States.”

It was her turn to nod, a wide smile on her face. “Good, because I brought someone with me.”

He groaned as he saw the tall man come closer from the shadows. “Not Williams.”

“My mum and dad want him to marry me and he wants to be a healer. They won’t hear of it, saying he needs to go into politics if he marries me. They raised us together, they think they own us. But they don’t.”

“At least Molly will be happy,” he said with a sigh as Rory got closer. He nodded, holding Amelia’s hands in his. “Williams.”

“Holmes,” Rory said with a nod.

“You know the plan?” he asked the other man.

Rory nodded. “We get out, go to Wales, the two of you get married and then we head to the States.”

“Molly Hooper is with us,” Amelia said. “I know she’s a necromancer, but...”

“No, no, if she can get us out from under their thumb, I’ll take any help I can get.” Rory nodded to a spot over Sherlock’s right shoulder. “I think she’s calling for us.”

“Cal upon a storm, Amelia. That’s your end of all this,” Sherlock said. “We’ll make do of Williams’s healing powers if needed, I suppose, and Molly can get us around the fae as long as we stay together.”

“One storm, coming up,” Amelia said, and her eyes became white as the night sky got darker, the moon and stars being blotted out by heavy rain clouds. Soon the water was coming down and the three of them made their way to Molly, who hurriedly got them inside the pub. No one paid attention to them, thanks to magic Sherlock had mastered long ago, and soon they were in the cellar, looking at a trapdoor.

“Don’t speak to the dead,” Molly said. “Eat nothing except what you brought when we get to the forest. Once we’re through the forest and in Leadworth, we can get supplies again. But be very careful.”

“You don’t mind Williams joining us?” Sherlock asked, knowing where her heart lay.

Molly shook her head. “Your healing skills are shite, Sherlock, and mine are subpar. Rory is good at what he does and we’ll maybe need him. He wants freedom, we’ll help him get it.”

“Good,” Rory said. “Thank you, Molly. I appreciate it.”

She flashed Rory a warm smile. “You’re welcome. Now, we’ve got to go through catacombs so stay silent. The dead may try and take you if they think you’re speaking to them.” She opened the trapdoor and went down the stairs first, followed by Rory and then Amelia, and finally Sherlock, who shut it behind him. He hoped this mad scramble out of London would end well, and not in the deaths of them all.

[cometcrystal]

tagged by @wendyspetwolf for some fic trope shite :) my brand

Rules: Copy/paste and bold your fic preferences because why not, gotta choose one (near impossible, but go with your first gut instinct), and tag someone again. I changed the rules because fuck you I will pick both or neither for some of them.

slow burn or love at first sight

fake dating or secret dating

enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers

oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance with correspondence

hurt/comfort or amnesia  

fantasy au or modern au

mutual pining or domestic bliss (one has to lead to the other!!!)

smut or fluff

canon compliant or fix-it fic

alternative universe or future fic

one-shot or multi-chapter

kid fic or roadtrip fic

reincarnation or character death (neither fuck you)

arranged marriage or accidental marriage (these both suck but the 2nd ones better ig)

high school romance or middle aged romance (this is where mutual pining happens)

time travel or isolated together

neighbors or roommates

sci-fi au or magic au (im just an au slut)

angst or crack (as long as it’s resolved)

apocalyptic or mundane