#then that does not happen and so it sort of . ends

[riddlesrose]

special features

w/ azul, jamil, leona, & malleus

in which he has a certain feature that remind you a lot of nature's creatures, but it's cute. a lot cuter.

a.n; i think jamil kind of does have tiny fangs of some kind, or just longer (??) canine teeth, but take it as a headcanon of sorts. fact, lets call all of these headcanons!

enjoy this while i work on something bigger;))))

azul has blue blood coursing through his veins. the transformation potions he consumes are enough to physically change his body from an eight-legged sea creature to a human, walking on land with two legs, but even with the physical changes, azul is still at home in the sea.

you found out about his blue blood not far into knowing him, but not because he injured himself or told you– no, you had flustered the poor housewarden half to death. his face blossomed into a light blue hue that caught your attention, causing you to point it out.

"i am an octopus at the end of the day, dear. we have blue blood, not red!"

jamil takes caution to deter attention from the two prominent, sharp canine teeth that resemble snake fangs. he's spent years training himself not to smile too wide, not to yawn in public, and definitely not to point them out. he's never been particularly ashamed of them, just takes extra caution to not alarm or startle anyone, especially young children like many of kalim's siblings or his own younger sister.

he's gotten used to them over the years, but when you innocently ask about them, he's suddenly a little bit shy. he pulls the collar of his hoodie over his chin, covering most of his mouth, resulting in his fangs being hidden from your curious view.

"i was born with them, they're nothing special."

leona's eyes slit and expand like a common house cat when he's surprised or extremely pleased. he denies it every time someone brings it up, but he's usually unbothered by the curious looks he gets, as he's use to them. and really, no one would dare piss off a prince. especially a prince like leona.

when you take notice to leona's fluctuating pupils, you realize he's a lot nicer than the front he puts up. he particularly notice he's not so opposed to your presence, his pupils expand a lot when you're around, they quickly slit when someone tries to bug him, and they're dangerously sharp when someone wakes him up prematurely from a nap. but they're always somewhat blown wide when he's within an arms reach, it's almost comical how you didn't notice them sooner.

"one word, and you're banned from savanaclaw, herbivore."

malleus had never realized he's able to purr. not until you came along. he's never had someone he's been so comfortable with, someone he feels so free around. the first time it happened, you were relaxing in his room, content with drawing messy shapes on his hand.

the rumbling had you believing a storm was brewing, but malleus was in a good mood, and the sky was clear of any angry clouds. you were confused until he came closer, attempting to inspect the sky, he gently leant on your back. that's when you felt the rumble that emitted from malleus's chest.

"i simply had no idea i was capable of that, it's fascinating."

masterlist

[bunny-jpeg]

Hello, Table for 2! Under the name Toto Wolff, I recently came across your "cafe" and i would love to place an order 😁

A Millionare shortcake

A Croissant

And a Fudge

with the side of Milkshake and Fishbowl cocktail

Extra request: Could the reader be daughter of Christian Horner, Team principal of Red bull?

bakery menu

i'm slowly inching my way back into doing bakery orders. i got a really high streak with writing my own ideas (without the prompts) so i got sort of lazy with the bakery prompts. but there will be more of them mixed in. i hope you enjoy this and thank you for ordering!

millionaire shortcake: "if they saw you now, you'd be the biggest shame to your family." + croissant: "i wonder if your father knows what happens during the off hours. if he knows you're here with me." + fudge: "your father is pissing me off." + milkshake: size kink + fishbowl cocktail: protected sex served by toto wolff (formula one)

tags: smut/pwp, horner!reader, secret relationship, age gap (20s/50s), size difference/kink, protected sex, dirty talk

toto tried not to cut his loses too much. he felt like his greatest regret was not signing max verstappen. he often glanced at horner and felt a sense of disgust, especially when the dutch driver sailed towards another win.

and while toto would forever feel the regret of not signing verstappen, he didn't regret one thing. he watched you lounging in his living room in his expensive house in monaco, far away from your father. you looked up from your magazine and smiled at him. horner may have caught verstappen, but toto caught horner's daughter.

toto liked how you look in his arms. there was something about you that just made it feel right for him to hold you the way he did. but sometimes he held a little tighter, mostly when he was mad at your father. it wasn't your fault that chrisitan horner could be such a rat-bastard, but he couldn't help but take some of that pent up aggression out of on your poor little pussy.

horner's prize child, while not a racer yourself, you excelled in everything you did. you had your own trophies for the sports you did and the academic achievements. but no amount of your father's praise could make up how it felt when toto smothered you in his own praise. - or his degradation.

"i wonder if your father knows what happens during the off hours. if he knows you're here with me." toto asked as he held you by the hips a little tighter. you were about to pour another glass of wine and now the older, taller man had you pinned to the counter top.

you replied as you put the bottle down, "he thinks i'm visiting max this weekend. i was supposed to bring him paperwork regarding time off because of his new baby.." the paper work was in your bag, long forgotten as you got wrapped up in your secret lover.

toto leaned in to kiss the back of your neck, "look at you, doing your father's work. how sweet. little does he know that you're here with me tonight." he pressed up against you a little harder and felt you shudder. it was cute.

you were quite small compared to him, toto stood over six feet tall. he could easily encompass you in his arms and move you as he so pleased. there wasn't much you could do when he rubbed the front of himself up against your back. his hard cock pressed against your skin.

"you know, my princess. your father is pissing me off." he said lowly, "he talks and talks like a bratty little terrier." he exhaled loudly, he held on a little tighter, "i wish i could shut him up the way i shut you up."

you looked up at him with a look on concern.

toto laughed, "i meant with a gag. he'd look better with some of his words kept to himself." he then patted your behind before he led you to the bedroom. he kept close to you like a comforting shadow, his hand on your lower back as he guided you to the bed. he was a little more forceful once in the bedroom.

you felt a push and ended up face first in the pillows with your pert ass up in the air. you yelped when he groped the flesh. he didn't like to spank you, it felt juvenile. but, he did have his methods for making you squirm. his large hand gripped onto the swell of your ass and he watched you squirm. you were well versed in the sexual tactics of toto wolff.

"i'm sorry he's pissing you off, toto. i tried telling him to not be as mean." you said as you were stripped of the little shorts you wore. you could feel toto's hungry gaze on your back side. you helped him out by getting out of the tank top you wore.

"i know. he simply can't help it. always has to have the last word. but i think he knew what we were getting up to tonight, he wouldn't have another thing to say." toto smirked as he rubbed the front of his sweatpants at the sight of you. you looked beautiful however he could have you. there was a certain kind of magic to you. he licked his lips, "you look like such a slut right now, princess. did you know that? that you look so desperate on your knees with your ass in the air. ready to accept me."

you whined when you felt him press up against you. your hands found support in the soft white comforter under you. you cursed into the pillows. this was a dangerous game you were playing, even as he grabbed a condom to put on. you were sleeping with the enemy, horner's main rival both on the track and off. if your father found out that you were sleeping with toto, you'd never hear the end of it.

but that excited you, as toto pushed himself into you (with the condom on), you felt nothing but excited. the anxiety over what felt like the inevitable only turned into heated lust as toto started to fuck you.

"if they saw you now, you'd be the biggest shame to your family."

"toto."

"shh, shh. sluts don't get to speak. they only use their pretty little mouths to suck cock." he said as he worked himself against you. his thrusts had a force to them that made you see stars. toto fucked like someone half his age, someone closer to you in age.

you tried not to think too hard about the age gap or why you were so enraptured by someone so much older. he was technically older than your father, but yet you were a panting mess on the bed as he took you like a proper lover.

none of the boys at your school could ever make you feel this good. they stumbled their way through sex and asked for a round of applause when they gave you a crumb of pleasure. not toto, never toto. he knew exactly how to make you squirm and near scream. as he pushed your head further into the soft pillows, your hips further raised as he worked himself against you. the sex between you two was magnetic.

toto was thankful that he had you all to himself, that he didn't pass up the opportunity the way he did on a professional level. horner could be smug about verstappen's winnings, but toto would only be more smug at the idea that he got to fuck the daylights out of horner's sweet princess of a daughter. that she was back in his home waiting for him to make her cum over and over again.

sometimes it wasn't about winning one battle, it was about winning the entire war. maybe one day toto will proper introduce himself to your father, not as a colleague but as your fiance. but that was for another time, for now he was content with watching your ass with the quick movements of his thrusts.

"look at you, your father would be so dissapointed. all those years in private school." he squeezed your ass and continued to thrust up into you. he watched how your body moved against him. it was the perfect sight, you look perfect under him.

"fuck, please. toto." you whined as you lifted your head from the pillows for a moment, only for him to shove them back into the covers. you whined against the soft white pillowcases and felt the pleasure wash over you. you panted heavily and let toto fuck you into sweet submission.

he groaned as he continued to fuck up into you. he loved the feeling of your cunt slick around him. your pussy was like a vice and it left hi hungry for more. he quickened his pace and you felt the electricity in your blood. he was undeniable, he was something so alluring that it made your head throb. your core was soaked and you carnally needed him, even his dirty words made you hot all over.

"you feel beautiful under me. all mine, you know that already." his hands held onto your hips tightly as he worked himself into you. he enjoyed the pleasure, the heat of it all made him only yearn for more. he let out a sharp groan and continued to work himself inside of you. his cock throbbed for you.he continued to fuck you, working his hips against your ass as his cock nudged against all the right places.

you felt divine, a heavenly intervention for him. he kept up the pace, he worked the flesh of your skin with his hands as he loomed over you with heavy movements. the two of you were warmed, flushed with sexual want for one another as the pleasure washed over both of you.

"please, toto." you gasped as you arched your back further. you felt the intensity of pleasure come over you, you climaxed as you held onto the covers tightly. your face squished against the pillows as you tensed up. the feeling left you out of breath, you panted as you relaxed a few moments after.

toto basked in the feeling of you. the warmth of you, all of your love. the hammering in his chest was intense. he thrusted against you further, letting the pleasure bloom in his chest. the felt the excitement in his core as he fucked you feverishly. you felt like a dream come true with the amount of heat in his body. his movements picked up and with a few more strong thrusts he finished inside of you. the condom protected from any mishaps, but he loved being able to finish inside of your tight pussy.

"perfect. perfect for me." he said with affection in his tone as he slowed to a stop and admired your backside for a moment then pulled out.

you laid out in bed and watched him dispose of the condom. even if this was your father's enemy, you couldn't care. you didn't want to care about it. toto was yours above all else, the rivalry will fade one day and all you'll be left with is your adoring lover.

as he got back into bed and you wrapped yourself up in him. he kissed you on the lips, he held you by your middle and pressed you up against him.

"the only good thing your father ever did was have you, my princess." he said softly.

you rolled on top of him, straddled his waist and put both hands on his chest, "enough about my old man, either you get me my wine or we can go another round." then winked at him.

toto may have a career regret with verstappen, but he'd never have the same regret when it came to his personal life. because as you straddled his waist, he always knew that he'd have you <3

[shanastoryteller]

Feliz San Valentín!!! 💖💖💖 May I have some more time travel JC? Maybe about his relationship with the Nie brothers? I'm obsessed, THANK YOU

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16

Nie Mingjue doesn't have anything against Wei Cheng.

He's not nice, exactly, or soft. Or demure or conciliatory or amenable or any of the thousand different ways there are to describe someone who couldn't out stubborn a mule. Which means he really shouldn't be any sort of acceptable spouse to a sect leader.

Father's marriage to his mother had been arranged. He has dim memories of the woman who raised them, but in all of them she's soft. A strong cultivator, of course, with enough skill with a saber to make her a suitable wife, but by all accounts her personality hadn't matched her sword style. Huaisang's mother was the same, with a warm and courteous relationship with Father and nothing more. He'd liked her. She'd been kind towards him, treating him as her own, but that had just made it worse.

When she'd fallen ill and died, he'd just lost a mother for a second time, and it didn't even feel fair for him to be as gutted as he was, not with Huaisang sobbing into his side. She hadn't even been his mother. Even though he had more and clearer memories of her taking care of him than he had of his own mother, which felt like one more betrayal.

Wei Cheng isn't anyone's mother.

He's arrogant and irreverant and he's raised an arrogant and irreverant son. Wei Wuxian is even more prone to trouble than Huaisang, and it's not like Nie Mingjue can just leave him to it anymore than he can Huaisang, so he ends up in trouble too, getting chased through the woods and hiding from angry stall owners and giving the slip to his own disciples because Wei Wuxian cheerfully taking his punishments is even more annoying than how Huaisang whines through them and -

"Hiding from your brother?"

He looks up, startled, and sees Wei Cheng standing next to him. He hadn't noticed him approaching. He hadn't even known that Wei Cheng knew where this place was, but he suppose he can't be too surprised. He does have a habit of sticking his nose into everything.

"No," he says immediately, then cringes. "A little."

He really doesn't want to hear him talk about birds again. He wishes Wei Wuxian would stop catching them for Huaisang. What kind of respectable cultivator collects birds?

Wei Cheng's face goes fond and wistful and a little sad. He forgets, sometimes, that Wei Cheng isn't really Wei Wuxian's father, that he's his uncle, or something. Was Wei Changze his younger brother? Nie Mingjue thinks of something happening to Huaisang or Wei Wuxian when he's not there to protect them and it makes his heartrate pick up. It's terrible, for Wei Cheng to lose his brother like that, and he hadn't meant to remind him of it. Nie Mingjue wants to change the subject but doesn't know what to say. "Um. Did you need something?"

"Hm?" His eyes clear. "Oh, yeah. Your father's looking for you."

Nie Mingjue can't hold back a sigh. He just wants a couple hours without someone needing something from him.

Wei Cheng doesn't scold him. Instead his lips twitch and he says, "Forget it. He can talk to you later. Don't stay out past dinner."

He startles. "Are you sure? Won't he be mad?"

Father doesn't get mad often. But he does expect to be obeyed.

Wei Cheng rolls his eyes. "If he does, it'll be at me. He can yell at me if he wants."

Father doesn't really yell. But he and Wei Cheng do fight a lot.

"Thanks," he says, relaxing. That's another difference. Neither his mother nor Huaisang's would have ever directly gone against his father, not even on something this small. It just wasn't their place. It's not Wei Cheng's either, but it seems like no one's told him that. If Father didn't want Wei Cheng taking liberties, he shouldn't have offered him so many.

Wei Cheng reaches out, squeezing his shoulder, hand broad and warm and reassuring. "Don't worry about it. Stay out of trouble."

There's a teasing lilt to the last part, because it's always Huaisang and Wuxian getting him in trouble, but that just makes Nie Mingjue laugh, sharp an unexpected.

Wei Cheng is nothing like his father is supposed to want.

But he's not so bad.

[cookies-after-dark]

I got an idea...imagine if reader walks in on shadow milk and pure vanilla banging to release the pent up frustration...you would expect reader to freak out...but nope, they see it and go "wait, you guys already reached that base without me? 🥺" cue it turning out to be a misunderstanding where y/n was down for it...all they had to do was speak up about it...cue comfort...and then they both give y/n apology oral lol!

Or if you don't want sweet and want spicy...

Y/n sees them banging...and instead of being sad or walking away, they immediately start stripping like "hey, don't leave me out of a good time~" and cue threesome..threescore...

Or...if ya want even more hilarity-

Y/n sees them fucking and just goes "oh fuck yeah! I've been waiting for this moment" and just strips before throwing themselves on the bed so hard and fast, pure vanilla and shadow milk insist on checking y/n to make sure they didn't break any bones before letting them join in...or something where y/n is just WAY too eager and does something that causes shadow milk and pure vanilla to let out a scream! XD

BTW to let ya know I am 23 so we good!

Or write whichever one or ones you think would be...entertaining! Lol I hope you like them!

Listen these scenarios are so based because of all the different flavors I enjoy PV x Shmilk, every single dynamic you can think of between them has SOME sort of wack factor to it, now all of a sudden just throw the Reader into the already unstable mix and everything immediately explodes.

I would be here for hours if I just. listed every single dynamic I thought was super cool for this ship but this ask (where the Reader is willing and raring to go) is absolutely one of them...... Shadow Milk has been SAAAYIIINNGGGG literally just go talk to them about us, you big yellow idiot!!!!!!

You have three extremely horny cookies who have wanted nothing but to jump each other's bones for such a long while and one of them has razor sharp fangs. Despite PV's best efforts the Reader will be bruised and marked by the time their 8 hour session ends.

For reeeeeal though I'm just thinking about how stunned Pure Vanilla Cookie would be to see that the Reader... wants him? And his partner? Both? At the same time???? Romantically AND sexually?????????????????

That old man is going to have a seizure with how quickly and spontaneously this all happened. Shadow Milk Cookie of course, does not kind one itty bit. But Pure Vanilla Cookie needs some time to adjust to his wildly fluctuating romantic and lustful emotions and also you're just standing there while he still has his dick in his hand. This is the worst best timeline.

(sighs and writes down like 3 more ideas from this. sex goofs headcanons starring PV x Shmilk x Reader will be lots of fun to explore)

[ikkyfics]

𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞

Carmy Berzatto x f!reader

Summary: It’s ridiculous how much this has become a habit. Your eyes turn toward every new movement in the crowd, trying not to seem obvious, but also unable to help it. He always shows up. Always buys something, even if it’s just a handful of rosemary. Always stops.

Warnings: fluff, pre relationship, no use of y/n, carmy berzatto cooked for you, reader works selling herbs at the market

A/N: my first work with Carmy (internal screams) i basically watched all the seasons in three days (who needs sleep?) and it's all thanks to my mom @gingerteafairy. i'm obsessed and it's all thanks to you

The market has a rhythm that has become familiar to you. The strong scent of cilantro and mint mixed with the dry aroma of freshly harvested oregano, the sounds of people haggling, the warmth that spreads slowly as the morning progresses. You’ve been there since early, your hands still damp from the last restocking of cilantro, your fingers sliding through the green stems as you arrange the bunches on the stall.

And, as always, you look for him.

It’s ridiculous how much this has become a habit. Your eyes turn toward every new movement in the crowd, trying not to seem obvious, but also unable to help it. He always shows up. Always buys something, even if it’s just a handful of rosemary. Always stops.

The problem is, today, he’s taking longer than usual.

You’ve already caught yourself checking the clock more times than you should. He never comes at exactly the same time, but by now, he should’ve been here. Maybe today’s the day he doesn’t show up.

That thought bothers you more than it should.

You try to keep busy, try not to think about it as you sort through some dry leaves, as you arrange the small sprigs of thyme. You’re about to accept that it’s not happening today—when you feel it.

That subtle shift in the air.

The space feels different when he’s there. It’s not like people stop or the world changes, but you feel it. The weight of a gaze, the awareness of a presence. Your heart skips a beat before you even turn to make sure.

He’s here.

Carmy stops on the other side of the stall, one hand in the pocket of his dark pants, the other holding something you can’t quite see yet. His hair is as messy as always, curls out of place, and his blue eyes scan the products in front of him before lifting to meet yours. His gaze has a way of pinning you in place.

"Hey."

You feel your heart stumble over its own rhythm, but you try to act normal. You grab a sprig of rosemary just to keep your hands busy because, if you don’t, you know you’ll end up fumbling.

"Hi."

Carmy keeps his eyes on you for a second longer than necessary before looking away, as if he’s checking the products. But he doesn’t reach out to grab anything, doesn’t ask about fresh dill or if more tarragon has arrived, like he usually does.

You wet your lips, trying not to seem so aware of his presence. "You don’t need anything today?"

He exhales through his nose, an almost laugh. "I always need something." He rubs the back of his neck, his gaze returning to you. "But, uh… I still have a good stock from the last batch."

"Oh." You nod, not quite sure what to do with that information.

It’s ridiculous how your brain seems to work differently around him. You’ve interacted with dozens of customers, demanding people, cooks, even other chefs who show up from time to time, but with Carmy, it’s always different. You’ve felt it since the first time he stopped by, since the first exchange of words, the attentive way he has when he picks the products, always testing the scent of the leaves between his fingers, analyzing the details as if he’s cataloging everything mentally.

He never says more than necessary, but he never leaves too quickly.

And his eyes always find their way back to you.

You don’t have the courage to look directly at him for too long, so you let your gaze fall to his hands. The fingers marked by old cuts, the tattoos scattered across his skin. The strength in his forearms, the way the tendons move under the skin when he clenches his hand, as if he wants to do something but hesitates.

He clears his throat.

You force yourself to look up before he notices where your attention went.

"So… Did the basil from the other day work out?" you ask, just to say something.

"Ah, yeah. Yeah. It was good." He gives a half-smile, seems genuinely pleased that you remembered. "Used it in a new dish. Gave the sauce the right touch."

You feel a silly pride at that.

Carmy looks to the side for a moment, runs his tongue over his teeth as if considering what to say next, and then… hesitates. His fingers tighten around what he’s holding, and only then do you realize it’s not an ingredient.

It’s a package.

He exhales again, this time through his nose, almost as if he’s trying to decide if he should really do this.

"Uh… I made this for you."

You blink. "What?"

He holds up the package for you to see better. Brown paper folded precisely, tied with a thin string. It’s a small package, but not tiny. It doesn’t look like something from the restaurant. It looks personal.

Your brain tries to process what’s happening as your hands accept the package almost automatically. The paper is warm to the touch.

"I just—" He rubs the back of his neck with his free hand, looks away quickly before turning back to you. "You always help me here. Always get me what I need, even when it’s crazy busy. I wanted to, uh… return the favor."

Your mouth goes dry.

Carmy Berzatto cooked for you.

You hold the package more carefully, your breathing a little shorter than it should be.

"What is it?" Your voice comes out a little softer.

Carmy doesn’t answer immediately. He watches as your fingers slide over the brown paper, undoing the knot of the string with more care than necessary. You feel your movements a little more hesitant than you’d like, almost trembling, and you hate it—hate how much he affects you without even saying anything.

You unwrap the package slowly, the warmth still trapped in the paper, the aroma starting to escape into the air before you even see it. And when you finally do, your chest tightens.

It’s a tartine.

The bread looks perfect—crispy on the edges, golden just right, holding a generous layer of fresh ricotta spread with precision, topped with caramelized figs and a thin drizzle of honey glistening under the light. There’s something green on top, small leaves, carefully placed. Basil.

The same basil he bought from you.

You inhale, smelling it before even tasting it. The subtle sweetness of the figs mixed with the tangy touch of the ricotta, the bread lightly toasted. It seems like a small thing, but it’s a thoughtful dish—an exact, balanced combination of flavors.

And he made it for you.

You look up slowly, and Carmy is already watching.

The blue in his eyes seems more intense now, locked on you, attentive in a way that makes something in your stomach twist. He wants to see your reaction. He wants to know what you’ll think.

You swallow hard.

Your fingers tighten around the bread for a moment, as if they need an anchor before moving forward. Then, you take the first bite.

The crust breaks under your teeth, crispy but yielding easily to the soft center. The flavor spreads warm and fresh in your mouth—the contrast of the sweet honey with the slightly tangy cheese, the caramelized figs bringing a buttery touch, and, finally, the freshness of the basil cutting through everything in an unexpected but perfect way.

The perfection of that flavor hits you like a punch to the stomach.

You let out a sigh, a sound that Carmy hears. You feel it in the way he subtly shifts in front of you, as if your pleasure in eating this has struck something inside him.

You’ve never tasted anything like this.

It’s not just good. It’s not just something someone cooked.

It’s art.

You take a deep breath, blinking, trying to formulate something, but the words don’t come.

And Carmy… Carmy is still watching.

His expression has changed, almost imperceptibly, but you see it. He seems disconcerted for a moment, as if something has just hit him hard and he’s still trying to understand the impact.

He wanted to surprise you, but now it seems like he’s the one who��s been surprised.

Because a thought hits Carmy with force.

He’d like to cook for you every day.

The desire is sudden and visceral, and he doesn’t know what to do with it.

He feels his chest tighten at the idea, something warm and strange spreading under his skin. Because it’s not about impressing. It’s not about showing off what he can do. It’s about wanting you to taste. To feel. To like.

And that’s dangerous.

You lick a trace of honey from the corner of your mouth, and he has to look away.

"So…?" His voice comes out a little rougher than usual.

You swallow, still tasting the basil on your tongue. Your eyes return to him, shining in a way you don’t notice, but he does.

"This is… perfect."

Carmy lets out a short, low laugh, looking at the ground for a moment before turning back to you. "It’s just a tartine."

"No." You shake your head, still holding the bread in your fingers, still feeling its flavor in your mouth. "It’s not just a tartine."

He doesn’t respond immediately, just watches. You feel his gaze locked on you again, that intense way he has of paying attention, as if he’s analyzing every tiny detail of your reaction, every nuance on your face.

You lower your eyes to what’s left of the tartine in your hand, hardly believing that something so simple can have this impact. That someone can make something like this.

You swallow hard, your mouth a little dry before you blurt out, without thinking:

"This is, like… the best thing that’s ever been in my mouth."

And then you realize what you’ve said.

The realization hits at the same time a palpable silence settles between you.

The heat rises up your neck like an uncontrolled fire. Your heart stops and then races.

"I mean—" Your voice stumbles, desperate to correct, but it’s too late.

Carmy blinks.

The corner of his mouth twitches into an almost smile, and he lets out a low, quick laugh before wetting his lips and rubbing the back of his neck, looking away for a moment.

"Good to know," he says, and the casual tone of his voice only makes it worse.

You feel your face burning, your eyes darting to anywhere but him.

But Carmy is still looking at you, and there’s something different in the way he’s doing it now. As if something has snapped inside him.

As if he likes it.

You shift, restless, and Carmy tilts his head slightly, his eyes still fixed on you, as if he’s memorizing this moment.

"If you want, I can make something else for you someday."

Your stomach tightens in a different way now.

You feel the weight of what he said, the way he said it, the way his eyes are on you, as if this were the most natural thing in the world. As if cooking for you were something natural.

As if he wanted to do it.

The word "yes" almost slips out of your mouth without you realizing it, but you manage to hold it back for a moment, blinking a few times before letting out a small smile, trying not to seem so affected.

"I… would like that."

The corners of his lips lift slightly, almost imperceptibly, but you see it.

He lets out a short sigh, looks away at the rest of the tartine in your hand. "Then finish that before it gets cold."

You laugh, and Carmy can’t help it: he memorizes that sound.

[manticorecure]

who up fearing on they hunger aka f&h termina au drafts with all my current obsessions. minus parkciv but thats bc i couldnt fit them on the canvas

real ozymandiers will remember my previous f&h post but that is currently irrelevant for these freaks. detailed explanation under the cut

ive changed some character roles around (well. i say 'some' but i literally only had clown and branzy pinpointed so like. you know.) now ken/wato/parrot are all partially based off of olivia, while wifies is their reila. hes MIA. is he alive who knows. im thinking pre-machine god reila would be clonefies, and machine god reila would be evilfies

they all have engravings of the god of f&h because theyre all trying to get to wifies before its too late. not that it will help but go guys i believe in you <- i dont

ken is sorta based off osaa? idk much about osaas story tbh but from what i understand hes a priest who broke off from the old religion to pursue his own understanding -> ken breaking off from the regular escape room content to do his own thing... its a tenuous sort of relation but i think it has its merits

parrot is partially based off karin. i dont think i really need to explain this one

wato is daan. i also dont think i need to explain this one. elise in their case would be wifies again lmfao

now for chiefzypierce. i still decided to keep the plotline of branzy wanting to find rek, but instead of it being olivias plotline, i decided to make it completely marinas plotline where she returned to prehevil to find out what happened to her family. in this case, branzy finds out rek is dead and heads back to prehevil in order to figure out what truly happened

clown is still marcoh, but kab has come along with him to prehevil because they both arranged to meet up before going off the grid. kab is a Little bit based off of tanaka- she too has a latent soul, but because clown will stick with her, she's able to actually fight off monsters a lot earlier in game and isnt in danger of dying really quickly

chief is based off abella and partially levi -> he's raised in an orphanage in prehevil after growing up with a relatively volatile early childhood experience, but after he's given to the army he manages to run off and make a good living for himself. he eventually gets involved with the nameless liberty underground and finds himself back in prehevil where it all started though, and hes really not having the time of his life.

also did i mention clown chief and branzy keep bumping into each other and at some point they all just start samarie'ing each other (*stalking)

zam is based partially off henryk -> she comes to prehevil completely by chance because she wants to collect stuff from the town and ends up getting himself involved in the festival, but she has a much higher mentality than henryk does and thus manages to survive for a while on her own until she befriends kab, who then breaks off from clown + his polycule to join zam in her exploration of prehevil

the status effects everyone has are the ones i think theyd have by like day 3, clown doesnt have anything because hes built different

sigils: god of fear and hunger are branzy, ken, parrot, wato; gro-goroth is clown; vinushka is chief; rher is kaboodle; all-mer is zam. no one wants sylvian 😒

if i do include parkciv in this im thinking seawatt would take on a similar role to daan / wato, evbo would probably be someone similar to marcoh, and emf would be similar to olivia (without the whole. sister plot. just the inferiority complex)

IM GOING TO MAKE THEIR MOONSCORCHED FORMS SOMETIME LATER. will i post them , maybe not. but I WILL make them. this is a threat

[purpurea-lucensis]

oooh boy this post is for me and my vampire failuresss also most of the bad stuff happened after the embrace for them, the embrace is just kinda the catalyst hhhh

this is gonna be a long post so im gonna write everything under the cut (ps: everything is formatted as NAME - CLAN - CHRONICLE - SETTING

ALEX - MALKAVIAN - PURPUREA LUCENSIS / LANGUORE - LUCCA, XXI century: the night of her embrace she was being stalked in her own home by a rogue nosferatu, who wanted to kill her to teach her father a lesson (he was investigating some murders he committed). Alex had to fend off (or rather, survive) the nosferatu, while he was actively terrorizing her and cornering her. Alex managed to keep her wits and survive long enough sor Stefano, her sire, to intervene, as he was sent by the prince to "take care" of the nosferatu, as he was causing big problems to the neighbouring domains. After Stefano impaled the nosferatu, he started talking to Alex, who started questioning him, his intention and the overall situation. Seeing potential in her, seeing how she kept her wits both with the nosferatu and him, and curious about her, Stefano offered her the possibility to be embraced and Alex accepted. What Stefano didn't tell her that night is what the malkavian entailed, preferring to watch her squirm to maintain some mental control, while also actively using dementation on her during most of her period as a Neonate. This left Alex with deep trust issues and a strong need for control, as she had (and shill has) lost control over her mind, often manifesting as a repression of her emotions and thoughts, often hiddend behing a mask of nonchalance, but also a tendency to frenzy and having severe moodswing, often presented as explosive anger. While she and Stefano are now closer and have a sort of Uncle-Niece dynamic, the experience sure as hell left her scarred and very guarded, seeking contol in anything she does and hardly taking time to truly relax.

ELIA - SALUBRI - CHRONICLES OF MILAN - SOUTHERN EUROPE / ITALY, XIV century: Elia's embrace needs a bit of context first: he has been part of a monastery since he was a child, there he was severly abused for being "the child of the devil" (different appeareence due to being mixed, left handed, heterochromia, born with a vestigial tail), he was highly religious. The night of his embrace happened when he was in his 20's, he was praying under a statue of Mary when his sire revealed herself (to him she looked like Mary herself had manifested to him) and offered him the embrace as a way to reach sainthood under her guidance. Elia accepted, eager to finallly being seen as something other then a devil, only to find himself doomed and barred from sainthood altogether. He did not find that out immediately tho, but rather spent several years under his sire guidance before being confronted with this reality when she confronted him over a vision she had of him spiralling towards the path of the beast. Betrayed and angry, Elia ended up frenzying and diablerizing his sire, taking that first step towards his spiralling descent.

JAMIE / LIA - BRUJAH - CHRONICLES OF MILAN - MILAN, XXI century: Jamie was a third year univesity student, studying Conservation and Restorations of Cultural Artefacts with brilliant results. One night while out doing Urbex and parkour (activities he had picked up as a hobby and later went on to post on his social media with discreet success) he found himself being assauted by who he would later know as his sire. He didnt even know what was happening, by the time he figured out what had happened he was stuck, trapped in the house of a temperamental anarch art dealer who was working him to the bone to resore the artworks he was gonna sell, with tight deadlines and no payment other the heated screaming matches over the work he had done. No wonder he later run away and joined the camarilla...

SABA - VENTRUE - BLOOD ECHOES - EDENMOOR, XXI century: Saba was both a scientist and a blood doll, being trafficked all over by the Circulatory System to be the perfect meal for picky Blue Bloods. that is until one of those blue bloods took interest in his research on artificial blood. So Madonna, his sire, ordered him from the System then embraced him and bonded him to her, making him obsessed with him.

Vtm fandom,

Gimme some gutrenching ideas/blurbs about tragedies of some of your embraces- the ocs and kindred that woke up with their life altered forever. Gimme that angst you spin around in your head

[menmuncher]

the monkey Bill/Hal Shelburn x fem!reader

a/n: I've been obsessed with 'the monkey' and WAITINGGG for a fic to come out of it (it has been 4 days) but i've found nothing- so i'm taking it into my own hands, hehe. i couldn't choose a brother bcuz they're both hot (duh. but I fear i'm leaning towards bill because i enjoy weirdos) so why not BOTH!!!1

synopsis: head cannons? of the brothers. not at the same time because we know they wouldn't share.

warnings: NSFW, oral (both receiving), stalking, abusive relationship, creepy behaviour, bruising, slapping

HAL

when you first started going out on dates with him, you both really enjoyed it. he would usually take you to those cheesy spots teenagers would go to as their first date: some places like the movies or a bowling alley.

as these dates passed, you grew closer.. but at the same time, you would meet less often? once a week turned into once a month, but you couldn't understand why considering every time you did see him again he'd almost be emotional with how excited he was - clinging onto you like a puppy

you tried to initiate more time together but were always met with an excuse. it had to be on his terms or nothing, which obviously upset you. you began to feel a sort of anger towards his neglect and decided next time you saw him; you had to say something.

and so it happened, you guys met at a small diner in Maine and he obsessed over you as he always does after not meeting for a while. you had about 10 minutes of strength before you began to break down mid-conversation, begging for an explanation why he hardly took the time to see you anymore

this broke him; he didn't wanna seem insane to you but he also didn't wanna risk you leaving. he weighed his options for a minute before ultimately deciding to take the easier route, not that either would be simple

he explained the monkey to you. you were silent the whole story, jaw-dropped. once he finished, the silence didn't end. he waited for you to throw water on him, call him a psychopath and walk out... but it never came

you... actually believed him? hesitantly, for sure, but you were willing to trust him for this relationship. now he was the one breaking down - he wasn't afraid to be vulnerable around you and there was no shot he would be able to keep it together at this moment.

you told him you'd be fine and you were willing to take the risk as long as it meant hanging out with him more. he didn't want to put you in this position, but he nodded. he was too far into you at this point.

from then on, the days together become more frequent though he pays the same attention to you as he always would after missing you.

he's so nerdy but so attentive. he loves to buy you flowers and your favourite meal every Sunday on his way home from work. if you try hard enough, you're able to keep 3 weeks worth of flowers alive at once.

"these reminded me of you. i think the lady said they were dahlias? they bloom so beautifully and reflect such a bright color, don't you think?"

he's clingy, too. he loves to lay on your lap when you watch TV together - though, he's usually asleep within minutes of resting his head. it's okay because he's cute which makes up for it.

he has panic attacks every now and then due to nightmares about the monkey, but just holding him and combing through his hair is enough to bring him back to peace

he'll cook for you sometimes, too. it's not the best cooking, but it's the thought that counts. his favourite to make is pasta, probably because it's easy.

after you've been together for a while, he'll take you on more casual dates. still a movie every now and then but mostly just a dinner at his house or a drive in the car with long conversations, where he obviously lets you have the aux. he knows you enjoy simple things like that

now, into the NSFW stuff.

he loves when you're being pleasured. he thoroughly enjoys eating you out and grunting into your pussy so you can feel his enjoyment.

he enjoys getting oral, too, of course - but won't make that the main focus. it's only if you're feeling up for it. he gives you words of affirmation while you do it

now, when he fucks you - it's usually in the bed. you being comfortable is the #1 thing to him

he's okay with you being a pillow princess. he enjoys being dominant.

but if you wanna take over? he's happy to take that as well. he's really up for anything.

he's pretty vanilla, honestly. will put a pillow under your back so you're in a comfortable position as he angles himself perfectly into you, hitting your g spot with nearly every thrust and talking you through it.

even though he goes deep and likes to control you, he's so gentle. treating you like glass and ensuring he doesn't squeeze your hips tighter than he would your hands. he couldn't handle seeing you with bruises.

he just needs to show you how much he really loves you and appreciates you staying despite his screwed up baggage

BILL

you weren't looking for a partner when you found him. you had seen an ad in the newspaper looking for a 'long lost toy monkey'.. it was bizarre, considering you could probably buy your kid a similar-looking one without him noticing.

but you had a toy monkey. you kept it as a collectible, and it sounded similar enough to the ad. you don't remember where you got it from but it wasn't anything special to you so 15 bucks was enough to have you handing it over. when the guy came to your door, he looked disheveled. he had a terrible haircut and kind of smelled.. his outfit was weird, some sort of suit sewed into a tight black fire shirt with a key necklace. you knew a lot of people in this town but.... never saw him before?

why he was wearing such a complex outfit to buy a toy monkey from you? no clue.

you took the 15 bucks, exchanged a few words then shut the door after making the sale. turning from the door, you went back to sit on your couch before your doorbell rung again.

what else could he need? he had the monkey. you walked towards the door and opened it up to have him smiling at you. something he hadn't previously done. he was silent for a minute, just smiling.

"....can I help you?" you asked, before he spoke

"uh yeah, I was wondering.... could I get your number? you are like, really good looking."

you paused for a moment, taken aback. that is not what you expected him to say. you bit your lip and contemplated- he was kind of handsome.... but there was no chance. he was a weirdo coming to pick up a monkey from you. not to mention he had absolutely zero sense of fashion.

"yeah, no" you said, closing the door. it was harsh but you didn't wanna conversate with him anymore. you were way too tired, so you went into your room and eventually fell asleep.

from that day on, you started seeing him everywhere. he would be shopping at the same supermarket as you, passing you when you'd be on a walk, and appearing at the bar every time you went out with friends. it wasn't until you had a bit of alcohol in you that you finally got enough courage to talk to him.

"this guy's a creep, i'm ending this." you said to your friends, pushing yourself up from the bar despite being warned and going over to the man sat by himself at a table - some sort of alcoholic substance in his hands.

"what is this? you're absurd" as you got closer to his booth, you saw that he wasn't in fact alone, but had your previously-owned monkey sat beside him. your face scrunched up in even more disgust

"I don't know what you're talking about.." he didn't even look at you as he continued to sip his drink, acting like this was normal.

"you're harassing me! I don't even know you!" you began to scream in his face now as he displayed little to no emotions and kept his vision locked on his glass.

"will you look at me?!" you exclaimed, leaning over the table and grabbing the monkey from the couch beside him- now he looked at you. reaching a hand out to grab at your wrist, tightly, his teeth gritted.

"leave him alone" he sneered as he tugged it from you, not completely pulling it from your grip

"him? it's a toy!" you tugged back at it as he almost growled. he stood from the booth and fully took it from your grasp this time, holding the toy to his chest. he was breathing heavily as you both stared into eachother's eyes with anger. you were left speechless, this guy was clearly mentally ill.

suddenly, his angered eyes softened. he breathed out whatever he was holding in and sat back down. you didn't speak ither, half expecting him to just get up and leave with the toy. instead, he spoke:

"this monkey reminds me of my late dad. I don't know why, but he just.. does. i've been so lonely ever since my dad left." thanks to that kid, Ricky, for inspiring his sob story. even if bill's dad was still around, he couldn't care less whether he was dead or alive.

his sad confession definetly wasn't a proper explanation to why he was stalking you.... but for some reason, you felt guilt.

he didn't need to say it. it was clear he took a liking to you because of his obsessive behaviour - and wanted this loneliness to come to an end. so, with a sigh, you stupidly submitted in an attempt to cheer him up,

"i'm sorry, I can understand being lonely.. I mean not in the aspect of friends, or family, just like-" he looked up at you and when your eyes met his you stopped.

"..what i'm trying to say is, would you like to go out sometime? maybe we can make each other less lonely." he smiled at you, something he hadn't done since he was last on your doorstep, and nodded.

you didn't really bother explaining that to your friends later on. just dismissing the conversation, claiming you "solved everything".

you started to go on dates with him. none of them really requiring spending money- he always suggested something like a park, which also made you feel bad for him. so much so that you began to initiate actual restaurant dates.

it actually wasn't going bad. he was definetly odd, and embarrassingly enough always wore the same outfit, but he began to be more attractive the more you hung around him. eventually, you forgot how weird he was.

when you two were close enough, he became obsessive as he originally was. he always needed to be near you. he always came over to your house - never even inviting you to his as it was "too messy"

there wasn't many romantic gestures he'd do, besides telling you how much he needs you and how he would "die without you"

he followed you around everywhere. he'd whine that he wouldn't want to go to your places, but would go anyway just to be in your presence.

throughout all this, he always kept the monkey just as close.

bill loved being inside you. unlike his brother, he wasn't gentle with you. at all.

he'd toss you around and fuck you pretty much anywhere he could. he would breathe in your hair's scent as he dug his nails into your thigh and pounded you. he didn't care about whether you were comfortable or not- therefore you two would frequently end up on the ground or the table.

he couldn't be submissive. besides that time at the bar, he was never again vulnerable around you- especially not during sex.

he loves receiving head. he'll tangle your hair into his hands and push and pull at it as he rapidly fucks your face. he doesn't really care for giving you air to breathe, this is his time. his pace is so rapid as the sounds, almost screams, echo the room. slapping your cheek each time you tried to pawed at his thigh in an attempt to stop him.

he's selfish. he doesn't really give you head. if you ask really nicely, he might finger you for a minute or so, kissing your slit until he's tired and wants the attention back on him.

there wasn't much aftercare. he'd just go to sleep, so neglecting of you which you hated. it made you question: should you have ever offered him a date? what would've happened if you just called the police?

when you go to confront him one day about mistreating you, he immediately goes into a rage. screaming and cursing something about how he has always been watching over you to make sure you're safe but has just been met with selfishness in return.

the argument got so deep that you eventually threatened to walk out. that's when you were once again, put face-to-face, with your toy monkey.

okay this isn't much of an ending but i'm out of ideas and this was turning into more of a fanfic about bill SORRYYYYYY

[zourrystylinson]

some of my all time favourite fics!

*as of 4/3/2025

@tommolinson asked me what my all time fav fics are, so i thought hey why not do a masterpost of sorts. these are fics i come back to and reread over and over. there is literally no way i can ever fit all my favourite fics into a post so im going to try and pick my top faves.

Remember Me Before You (293K) by kingsofeverything | @kingsofeverything

Desperate to find a new place to live after he comes home to find his boyfriend cheating, Harry moves into a loft with three strangers.

A New Girl AU.

★・・・・・・★

Escapade (146K) by dolce_piccante 

In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He's rich. He's handsome. He's reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.

★・・・・・・★

Relief Next To Me (333K) by dolce_piccante

What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more.

★・・・・・・★

[series] No Control Club by SadaVeniren | @sadaveniren

No Control is a No From Me

By Harry Styles

I know this is probably a controversial opinion and review because I have only heard great things from people going to No Control before but I cannot recommend it to anyone. While the facility is nice, the people who work there do not seem to care for their clients well being, and I do not feel safe going there in any capacity. I suppose when I want to play next I will have to travel back down to London, or maybe, unfortunately, Liverpool. If I must.

Aka Harry, a popular BDSM blogger, writes a negative review about Louis’ club. Louis wants to have a chance to make it up to him.

★・・・・・・★

★・・・・・・★

[series] Your Mess Is Mine (214K) by amory | @amories

Louis is the father to the most brilliant little boy in the world who is all Louis really needs, or at least that's what he tells himself. Harry is a gorgeous boybander fresh off a two year break and a massive scandal that's left him a little broken and more than ready to move on.

They fall in love.

★・・・・・・★

Eternal Summer (75K) by j_klmnop

After the death of his estranged father, Harry has to make the trip from England to Italy to say his goodbyes. He has seven days before the funeral, and since his summer break has just begun, he decides to make a road trip out of it.

His carefully planned itinerary is thrown out the window when he meets a beautiful blue eyed hitchhiker named Louis, who is trying to flee from his controlling family.

With no destination in mind— just the desire to get as far away as possible, Louis decides to tag along for the ride, with plans to continue on once they arrive.

With a few hiccups and some personal revelations along the way, they both end up gaining much more from the trip than they had bargained for.

★・・・・・・★

[series] A Picture's Worth by unscattered_horizons

ziam (162K) , larry (172K) & shiall (144K) stories

���・・・・・・★

Second Spring (103K) by beechersnope

Two years into their relationship, Louis and Harry encounter a new beginning.

★・・・・・・★

[series] such a beautiful dream (112K) by staybeautiful

Louis woke up after having a sexy dream about his best friend’s boyfriend’s best friend resolved to never think about it again. He hardly knew Harry, so what difference would it make? But when they are thrown together only a few days later, Louis had to admit, his subconscious might have been onto something.

★・・・・・・★

For As Long As I Can Remember (It's Been December) (128K) by green_feelings

After recovering from a severe accident that causes Harry to lose his memory of three years, he moves to London to start his life over as a star chef. Little does he know that when he falls in love with Louis at first sight, it’s not the first time they meet.

Featuring an unintentional game of hot and cold, Harry chasing memories that won’t come back, Louis burying himself in work to try and forget what he can’t forget, Liam being torn between two of his best friends, Zayn as a moral compass and Niall saving the day with good music and brutal honesty.

★・・・・・・★

futile devices (i do love you) (103K) by fckingfreakshow

the one where harry's mom gets engaged when he's 17 and he's truly, madly, deeply in love with his 23–or 24–year old stepbrother.

★・・・・・・★

To the Ends of the Earth (68K) by stylinsoncity

During a yearlong hiatus, Louis visits Harry at his cabin in Idaho, where long-buried feelings ignite like the fire keeping them warm.

★・・・・・・★

The World Outside Is Bigger Than Me (60K) by Ioudloudlove 

A university sweetheart AU where Harry and Louis haven't spoken for years after a bad break up. But seeking shelter from a storm, Louis unwittingly finds himself on Harry's doorstep..

★・・・・・・★

got the sunshine on my shoulders (124K) by hattalove

five years ago, harry styles left his tiny home town to make it big as a recording artist. he didn't have much regard for what he left behind - a life, a family, and a husband, who woke up one morning to find him gone.

now, harry has everything he could possibly want: he's rich, famous, and adored by everyone he meets, including his boyfriend. but when said boyfriend proposes to him, he's forced to face the uncomfortable facts of his past - and louis, who's spent the last five years returning every set of divorce papers harry sent him.

(or, an au based on the movie sweet home alabama.)

★・・・・・・★

Baby We Could Be Enough (74K) by lovelarry10 | @likelarryfics

Harry Styles has always wanted a family, but his boyfriend doesn’t. When an unexpected pregnancy leaves Harry feeling alone and terrified, he feels he has no choice but to give up his baby. He finds a family with the adoptive parents, and maybe something more.

~

Louis Tomlinson and his wife, Jess, have been trying for a baby for years. Their hasty marriage after they first got pregnant has only led to a series of miscarriages that have put a strain on their already precarious relationship. When they meet a young man desperate for a home and someone to raise his child, Louis realizes that he may have been moving in the wrong direction all along.

★・・・・・・★

Teach me how to love (70K) by perfectdagger (sincerelyste) | @perfectdagger

Louis can’t believe he’s third wheeling, again, so he scans the bar trying to find something better to do.

And as he does, he recognizes a face.

That face looks angry, almost fuming and Louis takes a gulp from his beer and looks to the other side, pretending he didn’t even see the bloke, pretending he has no clue who that person coming over his way is.

“You’ve told everyone and their mother that I’m a bad fucker?!”

That’s how Harry greets him.

Smooth.

Not really.

The one in which Harry is bad at sex and Louis spreads it all over town and to make up for it, decides to help him with no agenda of getting anything from it, but in the end, he ends up getting more than he bargained for.

★・・・・・・★

[series] All in the Golden Afternoon (252K) by leighllbealright | @leighllbealright

When Louis Tomlinson needed to find a new preschool for his daughter, he wasn't expecting the one across the street to be everything he and Goldie ever needed.

Or: the one where Louis is closed off, Harry is the weirdest person ever, and Gemma may as well be a psychic.

Somehow, calico-cat-style, they forge a beautiful family from pieces that don't quite fit.

★・・・・・・★

Chasing, Searching, Dreaming (46K) by parmahamlarrie | @parmahamlarrie

Everyone is chasing, searching, dreaming of their soulmate.

Harry has known who his soulmate is since he was twenty years old, and ever since, he has been waiting for Louis to be ready for him. The unexpected passing of Louis' mum, and the fact that now he is the guardian of his twin two-year-old little siblings, just means that Harry is going to have to wait a bit longer.

A soulmate AU full of cute kids, house building, therapy, and a lot of dreaming.

★・・・・・・★

Time Passed (66K) by coffinofachimera

Louis struggles with their relationship as Harry grows into his identity.

★・・・・・・★

Haven (35K) by orphan_account

"I take it you’re not a new student?”

“What?” Harry mumbles, caught up in the way his eyes are quite literally sparkling in the light. “Oh—No. Not a student.”

“Are you a sub?” Louis asks.

Harry clenches his hands into fists, holding them behind his back as he stumbles a bit. “I don’t, uh—I mean. I’ve never really gotten a chance to be a true sub, you know? My ex-partners were always scared they’d hurt me. But, like—If I trusted someone a lot, and if we used a, a safeword. And talked about, you know, boundaries, then—Yes, yeah, I-I’m a sub.”

Louis’ eyes are so wide, his cheeks puffing out in the effort to not burst into laughter.

“Oh shit, oh my god,” Harry whispers. “You meant—Oh god."

★・・・・・・★

For A Rainy Day (143K) by Ioudloudlove

A secret admirer AU where Harry tries to be the hero Louis desperately needs.

★・・・・・・★

Let Me Be Your Star (252K) by lovelarry10

Louis Tomlinson has always wanted to mentor young musicians. When he’s asked to be a judge on The X-Factor, it’s a dream come true, everything he ever wanted. What he didn’t expect was to meet a curly-headed stranger that would turn his life upside down

★・・・・・・★

these bad omens (I look right through them) (82K) by likelarry

How on earth does someone his parents' age look so damn hot? All of their other friends look... bland and boring.

But Louis, fucking hell. He's something out of Harry's wettest fucking dreams.

Where Louis is Harry's parents' friend and teaches at Harry's university. Harry can't resist getting a taste.

★・・・・・・★

Late Night Talking (53K) by kingsofeverything | @kingsofeverything

Louis Tomlinson has a new album coming out and a second world tour on the horizon. Promo season gets underway with a stop at Late Night Talking, the late night show hosted by Harry Styles, and Harry Styles just happens to be the man who blew a chance to date Louis a decade ago.

★・・・・・・★

[series] all we can do is keep breathing (865K) by thealmightyavocado

a fated story of two broken and battered boys who barely survived the unimaginable and how the love of one little brave girl defies all the odds and somehow puts them back together.

★・・・・・・★

You Can Hear It In The Silence (234K) by Imogenlee | @imogenleewriter

When Harry Styles was accepted into a post-grad degree, he knew he could no longer afford his flat, leaving him with three options:

1) Move back into student halls.

2) Become homeless.

3) Move in with his best (and only) friend, Niall, and three of Niall's other mates.

He went with the third option. But it was a close race.

Shame one of his roommates reminded him why he only has one friend.

If there is one thing Louis Tomlinson can't stand, it's pretentious tossers, having grown up around enough of them. If there is one thing he can't live without, it would be his friends. So he was proper thrilled to move in with his best mates and a couple of other lads.

That was until he discovered one of them was the archetype for a pretentious tosser.

In the interest of seeing out the twelve-month lease without killing each other, they both try (debatable) to get along despite believing they are opposite in almost every conceivable way, each having the communication skills of a cucumber, and secrets that have no business be kept secret.

★・・・・・・★

You’ve Got My Devotion (Hate You Sometimes) (95K) by auburnstargazer | @harryrainbows

Harry was in the biggest boy band in the world. He was also one half of the best (or worst, depends on who you ask) kept secret relationship in the music industry.

Now, almost five years on, after One Direction has broken up, and Harry and Louis' relationship has as well, a video threatens to put everything at risk.

One determined Irishman, a massive publicity stunt and two begrudging exes are all it takes to bring One Direction back to life and maybe, just maybe, Harry and Louis' mangled love life too.

Or: Harry and Louis are forced to fake-date after an old video from when they were dating emerges.

★・・・・・・★

Wind beneath my wings (93K) by lunarheslwt | @lunarheslwt

“You shouldn’t be here,” Harry gritted out, wild-eyed. “You should be scared of me.”

Louis opened his mouth to speak, to cut him off, to disagree, but Harry was pushing. “I could hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me,” Louis said, simple and assuredly. Calm.

“I’m capable of hurting you.”

“But you won’t. That’s not who you are, Harry. I trust you,” Louis whispered.

As an omega carer that works at a rescue and rehabilitation centre for feral alphas and omegas, Louis has experienced all sides of ferality. So Harry- a cold, near mute, non-receptive alpha- was a challenging case for everyone at Phoenix Rehab Centre. Louis wasn’t expecting to feel drawn towards an aloof Harry, or to form a slow bond with him. He certainly was not expecting for his entire life to change in unforeseen ways.

★・・・・・・★

How It Would Feel To Be Free (90K) by lovelarry10 | @chloehl10

“When's she due?”

“She said next month,” Harry replied quickly, ignoring the look of shock on Louis’ face. “How the hell am I going to tell my parents that I’m going to be a father, and to a baby born out of wedlock? It’s going to be some whole-ass scandal, Lou, and I can’t ... I can’t-”

 “I’ll help you. Whatever it takes, Harry, I’ll be there for you.”

 ~~~~~

When Prince Harry unexpectedly becomes a father, his best friend Louis steps in. The masses believe the baby is Louis’, but all Harry wants is to tell the world the truth - about the baby and his feelings for Louis.

★・・・・・・★

elephant juice (32K) by stylinsoncity

harry doesn't understand boundaries. louis doesn't mind at all.

★・・・・・・★

Temporary Fix (237K) by dbeaux

Whether it’s a company event, a date for the day, a hookup, a vacation companion, or even just someone to spend time with for a few hours, whether it’s formal, extremely casual, or somewhere in between, no matter what the requirements, you provide when and what your needs are and leave the rest to us. - Temporary Fix

Harry needs someone to go with him to his parents' yearly event. After months of debating and one drunken night, he wakes up to find he submitted the application. He knows it's unfair to subject someone to his life, but when his eyes land on Louis, he finds himself drawn to him. Is it possible that Louis could be his saving grace?

Louis doesn't need anyone. He's better off alone, so why did Zayn send in his application to Temporary Fix? Louis has secrets...lots of them, and he intends to keep them. After all, no one needs to know, but after he meets Harry he finds himself wondering if he can let go and trust again. Can Louis let Harry in? Can Harry accept him once he knows everything?

★・・・・・・★

What Was I Made For (40K) by therogueskimo | @bravetemptation

Louis’ eyes narrowed. “Go on. Tell me how I don’t belong in this world and I never should have been born.”

“Louis … I don’t want to do any of that. I never wanted to abuse your trust, I just … I knew something was bothering you and then I called Liam and he told me that you were … and I just wanted to understand. (…) If I understood what was causing you this anguish, I could help.”

“No one can help me,” Louis mumbled, a tear spilling over onto his cheek.

“I can, Lou,” Harry said in a soft, gentle voice. “I’m not scared of you. I don’t hate you. I just want to help.”

★・・・・・・★

Hiding Place (365K) by orphan_account

Louis never wanted a soulmate, didn’t really care for the whole Bonding thing at all, really. Enter Harry Styles, who’s wanted to be Bonded for as long as he could remember. With one fateful meeting in an X Factor bathroom, Louis gets a dagger on his arm and the realization that just because Harry is his soulmate doesn’t mean it’s mutual.

From the X Factor house to Madison Square Garden, from the Fountain Studios stage to stadiums across the world, Louis has to learn to love without losing himself completely, because someday his best friend will Bond to someone and replace Louis as the center of his universe. Meanwhile, Harry begins to think that maybe fate doesn’t actually know what it’s doing after all, because his other half has clearly been right in front of him the whole time. All he has to do now is convince Louis to give them a chance.

Or, the canon compliant Harry and Louis love story from the very beginning, where the only difference is that the love between them is literally written on their skin, and there’s only so much they can hide.

★・・・・・・★

[deleted fic, link to download] Road Less Travelled (98K) by freetheankles

Louis was a lumberjack happy to be living his life alone in what could qualify as Middle Of Nowhere, Canada.

Every morning, he went out into the woods, cut his logs, then came home at dusk to a scalding hot shower and a good book by the fireplace. Rinse and Repeat. He had a good life, quiet and peaceful; simple. Not a secluded one as Niall annoyingly claimed.

Louis certainly didn’t need some chatty trespasser dropping into his life, his forest, his home. Invading his space, his circle of friends, touching his stuff, asking questions about his husband. His late husband.

A trespasser who wasn’t supposed to crawl under his skin, occupy his thoughts, and steal his heart from where Louis had locked it safely away, only to put it right back on Louis’ sleeve — where it once laid.

No, Louis definitely didn’t need Harry.

★・・・・・・★

Of Mates and Men (630K) by bananaheathen | @bananaheathen

In which, Louis and Harry meet as best men for their best friends' wedding... well... sort of.

Or, the one where Harry's just moved back from New York and Louis doesn't believe in romance.

Or, I guess... the one where Zayn and Liam are getting married.

★・・・・・・★

[deleted fic, link to download] Where Your Heart Is (154K) by tvshows_addict

Louis is ready for his brand new adventure. So what if he suffers from a genetic condition that prevents him from being touched? College is going to be awesome. It has to. Karma kind of owes him right now. Forget about his overprotective mother, or Liam– his entirely too chipper step brother– or his mess of a roommate. Forget about the gloves he has to wear at all times. He’s here to expand his knowledge, write and drown himself in books – No matter how distracting ‘Hallway Boy’ may be– The obnoxious, flirty frat wannabe determined to become the bane of Louis’ existence.

Or, a college AU set in San Francisco where two lost boys who seemingly have nothing in common find inspiration, each other, and themselves in the process.

★・・・・・・★

No Good Deed (Goes Unpunished) (168K) by JasTheLarrie

A misinterpreted gesture of kindness pits newly-single father Louis against a kind-hearted Harry who only wants to help.

“I don’t need your pity,” he seethed. At Louis’ words, Harry frowned.

“You don’t have it.” Harry’s voice was quiet. Hurt. “I’ve been where you are. I don’t pity you, Louis.”

“Pity or not, you were out of line,” Louis growled through gritted teeth. “I didn’t ask for your help and I definitely don’t need it.”

He was hanging onto restraint for dear life. He wanted to scream in Harry’s face. He wanted to make him feel as shitty as he’d just made Louis feel. He wanted to embarrass Harry the way he’d just embarrassed him.

“I’m doing just fine without your charity. Keep your ‘good deeds’ to yourself.”

★・・・・・・★

A Long Way From The Playground (170K) by Pink_Sunsets

One Direction is broken up. They broke up five years ago. That should be the end of the story, right?

Harry is finished with One Direction. He now has a new life, one with two kids and a successful solo career. And he’s happy.

But a call one night from management flips Harry’s whole new life upside down, and he’s forced to face the life he had left behind.

As well as a certain blue eyed man who had left him behind.

★・・・・・・★

feel free to send me an ask if you have read a fic ive recommended! i'd love to talk about the fic with you <3

[buckevantommy]

thinking about: buck still being in wallow mode in 8x09.. and then eddie leaves, and maddie is busy with the pregnancy and homelife, bobby is busy with the new house designs.. and buck wasn't interested in putting himself back out there after tommy dumped him, but now he has no one to talk to and no one wants to hear about his broken heart anyway and he feels like he's drowning and needs a way out so to fend off loneliness and pain for at least a night - because it's worked before and he doesn't really have anyone or anything else right now - he goes to a bar or a club or whatever and hooks up.

and he just. keeps hooking up. going out to bars and clubs. dances and drinks and fucks multiple times a week. and he doesn't have the same resilience he did in his 20s but he pushes through because the hurt is finally a background ache he can ignore, so he keeps doing it. and he's not really having fun in the same way buck 1.0 never really had fun - because he was always yearning for more, to be wanted and kept just as he is. he always wanted what he found with tommy. or.. thought he found.

anyway: he's a mess, and it doesn't go unnoticed at work that he looks like shit, even if he tries to hide it with a forced smile and attempted storytimes about what he got up to last night. then comes a bad few nights in a row and some rough calls or just being in a foul mood at work because of his personal life and maybe he really shouldn't be working but when bobby presses him on it he proves his competency OR he does something crazy on a call that almost or does get him injured but it's minor (a cut or bruise) and bobby is worried - but there's another call and it's a big one.. and it all the 118 crosses paths with harbor on that call, where buck and tommy interact for the first time since the breakup.

and buck is not fine, despite what he tells bobby. at first he ignores tommy. he's reached the anger stage in the grief of their dead relationship and he's going to ride that wave above the pain that's tormented him for months. he deserves to be pissed at tommy, and at himself for being so hung up on a guy who clearly doesn't think he's worth the effort or worth trusting or worth anything more than what buck is giving the endless string of strangers right now: a good time not a long time.

tommy takes the hint and doesn't try to force conversation or further interaction with buck. maybe buck removes himself from one task to tend to another - which is right when shit is about to go down. either tommy ends up there too by happenstance or he knows buck went that way and chases after him (against orders) right before they both get trapped or secluded from the rest of the team (building collapse, wildfire blockage, etc).

and THIS is where the good stuff happens: buck wrestles between continuing giving tommy the cold shoulder and snapping at him as they try to work together to get out. it culminates in buck lashing out at tommy, letting his anger loose - whether tommy goaded him into it or he overreacted at a small thing because he needed to let it all out. after buck says his piece he sort of.. deflates, exhausted and hurting again and fighting back tears as his words sink in with tommy. there's no time to process because the situation is shifting and they have to move.

tommy gets a chance to apologise before they're free. but it all ends on a sad note before they part ways, with buck basically recognising tommy's cowardice and saying or inferring that he (buck) deserves to be loved. and so does tommy. and he hopes they'll both meet someone who won't run away.

it's a bittersweet ending because there's closure and we get a strong sense that this is what buck needed in order to heal and move on - and cease his buck 2.0 partying ways. but it's not really that simple.

where i'd like to see things go after this series of events: buck returns to a healthier nightlife, stops hooking up with everything that moves. he starts looking and feeling better, and eventually he meets a guy in his neighbourhood or at the firehouse. maybe they're community members, maybe they collaborate on a project, maybe they become somewhat friends even though there's lots of flirting at first. and they start dating. and they date for a few weeks and it's nice.. but it's no more than that. it's not enough. they end things amicably and may even cross paths again in the future (cue jealous tommy).

so: buck gets his wild buck electric boogaloo time, he gets to air his emotions and get closure with tommy, he gets to heal and move on, he gets to date another guy.

and then later - let's say in 9b - he and tommy reconnect, maybe as friends. and little by little those feelings return and strengthen (because they never really went away), but buck is enoying their friendship because tommy is being more open and vulnerable with him now than he ever was when they dated. anyway: eventual kiss, with inevitable angst before getting back together: tommy still struggling with his own trust issues and self worth, or maybe he's currently dating someone else.

there's so many ways they could do this sort of thing and it would be so meaty and good with a happy ending, y'know?

[scribe-of-hael]

Why Starscream?

I talk alot about the ever fumbling of Starscream's character alot here. Hasbro is no stranger to the mishandling of this character or having been tossed around form one set of writers to another inna desperate attempt to change him only to retcon him.

But what I haven't talked about it the positives in what they have done with Starscream's character or the potential his character had glimpses to be.

I think Starscream being a fan favorite is not new to anyone for the 40 years he has been aorund. Some ppl love him, love to hate him. Or love to hate him. Either way, Starscream manages to make you think about him depaite what light he is in.

For me, I was introduced to the character in 2008 when Transformers animated aired in Cartoon Network. So yes Tom Kenny was my first Starscream and I adore him 💖

But what drew me to Starscream, besides his large build, magenta color, and cliche silly bad guy destined to fail. Was his insufferable personality being clever and cunning, but fumbling at every turn. He was menacing was also silly and kind dumb in ways. He was a treat every time he was in screen. I knew whatever was going to happen would be filled with choactic schemes and banter.

Depsite knowing he was a bad guy. There was also a part of me that really wanted to see Starscream succeed, or at the very least have some sort of win and live to fight another day at that chance. I felt with all the trouble he had gone through he deserved at least SOMTHING for it all.

Yes it was never going to happen, he was written to fail. But also it seemed that was suposse to be a reoccurring antagonist for the s4 that never came around.

But you can imagine my devastated 9 year old self at seeing two of my favorite characters loosong their lives in one episode. I was so upset and angery , esspcially when I begged for him to run away so he could get away.

I think there is an aspect of Starscream, that is shared in alot of his iterations is the fact Starscream is an underdog. He bullied, undermined, never taken seriously, degraded and fumbles almost every single opportunity. Even in some stories characters pointing out that even if Starscream some how gets the upper hand, he will eventually fail.

You can't help but want Starscream to get some sort of win even though you know it could end up bad for everyone eles. But its a big thing that Starscream is his own worst enemy. With an ego and insecurity to make it worse than what it already is.

If Starscream ever truly locked in and ignored all those down playing him and put his ego aside i do think he would be a unstoppable force. But because of these flaws he is left to go from ine failed scheme to the next. There is not to say Starscream isn't capable , skilled or knowledgeable. He is , but he gets in his own way of success. Which I feel is relatable to alot of ppl.

That and what i find to be Starscream's most incredible trait. His persistence and determination.

It doesn't matter WHAT it is, a goal, a means to an end, revenge or pure fucking spite. Starscream is the most persistent mother fucker I have ever seen in media. He just never ever give up for any reason even if that some how is a horrible idea. Once he sets his mind on somthing he is going to go through with it.

Coupled with some iterations of being immortal, Starscream being someone who will endlessly scheme, chase and blow anything in his way is both terrifying as it is and incredible trait of his.

I always admired in TFA how Starscream (despite him taking a while to maybe rethink his tactics) just endlessly went afterMegatron, over and over and over again depaite failing. He tried a diffenrt method. He still stuck to his goal . Yes he fumbled like he always does but it fueled that want for him to get a win ! I felt like he earned it.

I think at Starscream's core he is a driven character, ambitious, determined fueled by spite, which is a dangerous combo with ego. But I admire that dwpaite the odds always being aginst him whether in plot or in the writers room.

Starscream will find a way to live rent free in ppls minds and make his presence know to all. I don't see this Star fading soon, I think he shines even brighter depsite it all.

[bogbees]

it's. god. ok ok ok

im currently cooking with Iruka being unwell when ppl close to him die. right. ok.

like, echolocation no jutsu being real, lil 10 yr old Iruka trying to find his parents and gets nothing. like, imagine if they could ping back to him after he's finds them. a lil game of tag. ok. but this time they don't. and they never will again. they died protecting him.

he considers teaching Naruto the olde Umino family jutsu, wondering if Naruto would play tag with him, but ultimately doesn't go through with the idea. Naruto's got better things to do than that.

but. Kakashi catches onto the jutsu. well, Iruka's uncanny ability to locate ppl, immediately avoid Kakashi entirely after Kakashi picked this precise location to meet up with Iruka. he manages to catch him make some signs and is stumped by nothing happening. they don't call him copy-cat for nothing, and he copies the jutsu and is surprised to find it's purpose when his senses are suddenly overwhelmed by the chakra signatures surrounding him, giving him this sense that everything's alive. he quickly figures out how to locate specific chakra signatures, and uses it to find Iruka. who he knows notices this jutsu the second it's on him.

Iruka pings for him. he grins. and starts running, pinging for Iruka once more, and they create this game of tag, chasing each other around the village.

it becomes a sort of form of communication. they test the limitations, seeing how far their chakra can go to find each other, Kakashi at the other end of the land of fire, casting the jutsu to a sort of morse code, to tell him he misses him. Iruka does it seldom, not wanting to distract, unaware Kakashi is always a second away from daydreaming about him.

so. when Pain attacks. Kakashi finds him with ease. worry ab the sudden attack, he seeks out Iruka. he's not happy with what he finds.

and then he dies. after protecting Iruka.

once the fighting subsides, Iruka does a tentative ping, he doesn't want to distract but he's so so so so worried. and konoha doesn't light up with chakra, with life, it's empty. and he can't sense Kakashi anywhere.

wouldn't that be fucked up

[suddenly-stickmin]

SOME STICK-SWAP IDEAS IVE HAD BUZZING IN MY HEAD FOR A LITTLE WHILE!

I've always thought about how fun it'd be to do a personality swap with my favorite trio, and originally it was JUST going to be that. "Dave's meaner" or "Johnny's more timid.", but the more I thought about it, the more I thought about how their personality shifts wouldn't just affect their relationships with each other, but their careers and futures as well.

RAMBLES ABOUT THE SWAPS BELOW vvvv

ON THE LEFT!

Rupert w/ Dave's personality, AKA 'Rupy' : After the incident at West Mesa with Henry Stickmin, Rupert couldn't take the stress of possibly messing up AGAIN, so he left his job as an officer and moved elsewhere. He ended up becoming a tour guide at the National Museum of History & Culture! He keeps to himself, always stays informed of the latest exhibits, and whenever he's in charge of checking bags and other sticks' belongings, he gets ON IT. He does NOT want another Henry-Incident to occur.

Johnny Panzer w/ Rupert's personality: Johnny decided to follow his father's footsteps. He joined the military and became an expert at creating & using the government's latest tech. He's considered one of the best sticks on their team, only being overshadowed by his father. He spends most of his time on base and tries to be on his own as much as possible, and whenever he's home, he prefers to stay in his room. He doesn't seem to enjoy the company of anyone else.

Dave w/ Johnny's personality: After he lost his job, he bounced right back and became a security guard at the museum! Only to be fired from that. So he ended up working as a barista! Then he got fired from that as well. Dave tried time and time again to get a job that'd really 'stick' with him, but when he kept getting fired, he chose not to dwell on it, but instead follow life's weird flow and bounce from job to job instead. He works all sorts of odd jobs with even odder hours, he probably gets into the most shenanigans out of the three, but he isn't all that bothered by it. He doesn't talk about them much either, as Rupy worries too much, and Johnny doesn't care.

ON THE RIGHT:

Rupert w/ Johnny's personality: He stayed in West Mesa after the incident. He decided he didn't want to deal with prisoners as much any more, and instead chose to help more with 'professional' matters such as scheduling and hosting meetings, checking both police and prisoners' belongings, organizing files, and a lot of other work that requires him to sit in front of a computer. He keeps tracks of any mistakes, shortcomings, or attempted outbreaks/escapes. He doesn't bring up the Henry Stickmin incident, he insists he doesn't care about it anymore, but anytime anyone ELSE mentions it, he noticeably tenses.

Johnny w/ Dave's personality: Johnny couldn't handle life as an officer for too long. He felt he didn't belong. He doesn't know WHERE he belongs and he's afraid to find out. He lives with Rupert & Dave and barely leaves the apartment. The thought of being out for too long on his own terrifies him and he doesn't understand why. Despite Rupert's constant reassurance that he likes having Johnny around, Johnny can't help but feel he's dead weight and tries to make up for it by cooking delicious meals for his friends, constantly cleaning around the apartment, and helping with whatever work they bring home.

Dave w/ Rupert's personality: He hated himself for what happened at West Mesa. When he got fired, he knew it was deserved, and it only fueled that anger further. He wanted to make sure nothing--that no ONE--ever slipped by his eyes again, so he started off as a security guard, then he'd be hired as a bouncer at big named clubs and casinos [the front of his hat has the word 'BOUNCER' on it!], then eventually, he'd start getting hired as an enforcer for influential sticks. He takes pride in his job, he isn't afraid to flaunt his success because he knows he's earned it. There's always going to be a part of him that looks down on Rupert, not just for staying behind at West Mesa, but for putting more effort into being observational and careful AFTER Henry Stickmin had broken out.

I think no matter what, the trio would still end up living together and try to survive. And of course. They would butt heads often.

[nightshade962]

Next idea for today I don't know if I'm going to post one of the other ones that I have I have a list we'll see

This one is a play on another fake that I read a bit ago I don't remember what it's called but it's a soulmate AU that one of the ones where the writing will appear on the other one like you can write on your arm and it will appear on the you're so much arm. It was kind of already angsty but I want a little bit more angst.

Okay so Tim and Danny are soul mates. And Danny for the longest time was always writing or drawing things to Tim. Eventually Tim was like having a really bad day let's say it's kind of around the time he started being Robin so it would be around that time Danny was an active vigilante. And Tim got fed up with Danny writing on him all the time by the way they don't know each other's names yet and pretty much says that he will eventually renounce him as a his soulmate which in this world you can't do until like you're 20 or something like that you have to be like illegal adult for a few years.

And Danny just kind of shuts down afterwards because Denny's already kind of going through a lot at home. Like bad parents and let's say maybe Jazz got hurt if not killed kind of let you play off that a little bit I'm not sure which one I want better I just want Danny to be hurting. Let's say for some odd reason with the whole Phantom thing he actually has a falling out with Sam and Tucker( now I don't think this would actually happen but like I said I just want angst) so the one Comfort he had to write his soulmate was pretty much gone because the soulmate told him that he didn't want Danny talking to him and as soon as he can he's renouncing him he just kind of plummets.

Eventually Danny has to run away from home for whatever reason maybe he got vivisected and he was on the Run or whatever he ends up and Gotham and he's living on the streets in Crime Alley. He actually runs into Jason because Jason sees this scrawny kid living on the streets through the best he can and he wants to help but Danny has been hurt so many times that he does not trust that Jason.

Maybe how Tim and Danny actually meet is like at a library like that's where Danny can do his online schooling and Tim's like either visiting like Barbara or maybe doing a little bit of research for whatever reason he's using Library. And they hit it off and they start hanging out and Danny's starting to think that maybe he can actually start trusting someone again and all that sort of stuff at this point he kind of already trust Jason a little bit enough where he knows Jason's not going to hurt him but he's still not willing like to go it's like a safe house with him.

Somehow other hanging out one of them gets a writing on their arm like maybe they accidentally drew a pan across their arm or the other person was reaching across the table with the pen in their hand and I should just wrote on their arm okay. And they see it appear on the other person's arm they both freeze and just stare. Well Tim is thinking that he actually found his soulmate at this point he doesn't quite remember what he said to Danny before they knew each other but Danny bolts he leaves. He's no longer picking up Tim's calls or anything no longer answering texts. Tim's freaking out Danny is asking himself why did he think he could ever be happy.

Eventually like Tim and Jason are in the Batcave Tim's trying to find Danny still and he's kind of freaking out and Jason's like what is wrong with you and so Tim explains that he found his soulmate but his soulmate bolted and he had to look of fear and absolute Terror in his eyes and sorrow.

This is all I can think about for this one right now I can't think of anymore feel free to add more sorry that it's a run-on and not many punctuations I mean they using these just to get like my ideas down hoping maybe a wonderful writer can find them or anyone who just wants to write it that's good too or maybe just to give somebody something to play around in like meladaptive daydreaming like I do

[acourtofthought]

Already sent this too another blog but I want to hear your opinion too. I just listened to an ACOTAR podcast with SJM’s friend in it( The one that wears glasses and usually does interviews with her) and they were talking about possible endgames for Elain in the podcast.

They said they don’t think with the way the books are going that Lucien and Elain will end up together. One of them even said that before she had an active elucien blog on tumblr, but she too agreed that she doesn’t think elucien will happen after their scenes in SF and FAS.

And when they were talking about the endgames for Elain they mentioned Eris and another character, I think tarquin or something. But they were both strong on the possibility of Eris which was crazy to me then. However, thinking about it now and considering how Eris, out of no where, suddenly played a huge role in ACOSF, and SJM hinting that he is about to get the Rhys treatment I am worried.

Especially with the way SJM was giddy talking about writing Eris in SF interviews and then mentioning that she’s planning stuff for Mor Azriel and Elain but never Lucien, and the set up for the renaming books, being two couples and one novella. Plus they both agree that elriel isn’t happening, and they think gwynriel is a huge possibility. I am just thinking that if gwynriel happens and Lucien doesn’t end up with Elain that rules out a book for him and that makes me so sad because IMO I think out of all the remaining characters he deserves a book the most. 😭😭 if Lucien doesn’t get a book it would break my heart.

Sorry for the long ask.

Hi there! I think Steph and Ava are a riot when they're together on their podcast. I also think it's possible Steph may know more than she lets on within her podcast. With that said, though, I often do not buy the theories Steph and Ava have come up with / talked about because there have been a few times where their knowledge of what actually happened in the books is lacking. And no shade to them, they are both extremely busy with many other things and SJM is not the only author the read / talk about. I don't think they obsess over all things SJM the way we do in the fandom (a good thing since Steph is friends with Sarah, you want a friend - not necessarily a fan girl). However, when Ava said she couldn't even remember that Elain stabbed the king and Steph said she thinks Sarah is going to write a throuple for Lucien and that he's got so much story to tell but she's not sure how we're going to get to that until he and Elain settle their bond, it did have me questioning them as a true resource of what to expect. Listen, I LOVE LOVE LOVE Lucien and I'm so excited for his story but even I know that Lucien is not taking center stage to Elain. It's an odd take to think that Lucien's got this big arc ahead of him but the only small pesky thing standing in the way of that is Elain needing to break their bond and once that's done we can move forward with him. At this point, I do have to question anyone thinking Gwynriel is 120% endgame while also believing Elain and Lucien are probably not happening. I actually don't remember them saying Eris or Tarquin are romantic possibilities for Elain but I don't think there's anything to support those statements even if they did. Eris is showing remorse for the state of his relationship with Lucien, I definitely don't see him ending up with his mate. Also, there are zero hints that Elain would end up in the Autumn Court. As far as Tarquin, Elain has literally never met him and I've got no idea what plot people are coming up with for her to meet and then fall in love with him. Sarah did talk of how she discussed what plans she had for Elain, and for Mor, and for Az. And while she didn't mention Lucien in that moment she also didn't mention a female romantic interest for Mor or a romantic interest for Az either. To me, it sort of sounds like Sarah was discussing the "lead" character for a book or spin-off while leaving the love interest a surprise. Honestly, I think the absence of Lucien's name and absence of people discussing the Elucien bond is more telling than if they were being mentioned in conversation together. Elain and Lucien had the most shocking mating bond reveals of any of Sarah's series yet I'm supposed to believe they and their bond rarely come up in any of the more recent interviews Sarah has done? It's one of the bigger unresolved plot-points to date yet it's supposed to be realistic that she's never getting questions on "What will Elain do about her bond?" "Is Lucien getting frustrated by their situation?" "Will Elain ever get to know Lucien?" I remember someone asking something before the novella came out and her response was like, "you might get answers about Elain and her bond" yet all we got was her suddenly ignoring Lucien (and no E/riel lurkers, that is not actually a true decision since Nesta began ignoring Cassian in the same book) but still not rejecting him almost two years later which means the question STILL exists to all readers.

That Elain and Lucien's names are NEVER mentioned in her interviews when they do share a bond makes me think it's intentional on her part, where she said they're off the table during discussions. Which does make sense because if you're going to mate two characters, which seems like an obvious "they're ending up together" setup, it's a smart move to have Elain ignoring him in the book and completely shut down the conversation surrounding them outside of it so it will read as more of a surprise to some. Definitely to many E/riels who are convinced we're delusional to believe Elain and Lucien could still happen.

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Could you tell us more about the WIP called Zebras?

Zebras is an episode related little what if based on If Wishes Were Horses, wherein Julian falls asleep reading medical notes about Bajoran war orphans and finds himself dreaming about his own childhood, and thus wakes up to a small imaginary version of himself pre-augmentation.

I need to rewrite the bulk of it, but here’s a snippet from the ending without any further context.

Julian doesn't really want to be around people, but he does want to drink until he blacks out, so he finds himself sitting in a corner at Quarks, tossing back synthehol like his life depends on it, when Jadzia approaches him, looking uncomfortable.

“You know... What I meant was, does this mean you have a secret yearning to be a father,” Jadzia says softly, almost whispering so that nobody else will hear. “I was… trying to joke about you maybe having a pregnancy fetish or something, and… maybe that was why you liked the idea that I already had a worm in my belly…?” she sits across from him, her smile is very contrite.

Julian grimaces. Of course, that had been what she was trying to joke about... Leave it to Jadzia to phrase it in the most awkward way possible, and for Julian to interpret it as incorrectly as imaginable.

They really did make quite a pair.

“So… who was he?” she asks, and Julian had so very much been dreading when that question would finally come up. His throat feels dry.

“He was… a friend. I knew him a long time ago…” he finds himself staring into the middle distance, several memories playing through his mind.

“What happened?”

Julian breathes slowly, trying not to get lost in the flood of thoughts and emotions that he feels like he might as well be drowning in.

“He died. He was... He was sick. His parents, they… it was difficult for them. Looking after him, because he was… they… they wanted to help him, to fix him, to make him…” Julian chokes on the words, crying. His face heats with shame.

“He was stupid. He was stupid, and annoying, and nobody liked him, and his parents…” he doesn't mean the words at all. He’s not sure where they’re coming from, but he can’t seem to stop them. Jadzia is looking at him in almost horror.

“They took him away to fix him, but… he didn't come back. I think... I think his parents were happier without him,” he says quietly. Jadzia shakes her head, opening her mouth to protest.

“They were. They had another child. I heard… I heard them telling their new child how much better he was. How much smarter, and easier to handle he was. They… I… They didn’t miss him at all…”

Jadzia isn’t stupid. Julian knows she can tell there’s more to this than he’s willing to admit. Julian knows he’s giving away too much. He knows he’ll regret this one day. Right now, the image of watching Jules die all over again is fresh in his mind.

“Sometimes, I think… I might be the only one who misses him at all.”

Jadzia reaches a hand out and squeezes his shoulder. She lifts her own glass and clinks it against Julian’s.

“We can miss him together, at least for tonight,” she says.

The burn of synthehol doesn’t warm him as much as the genuine kindness in Jadzia’s eyes, nor does it sting as much as the still-present pity.

He supposes that one day, she’ll look at him normally again, but just for tonight… he’s grateful that someone else can feel sorry for Jules. He’s glad he won’t be the only one to miss him anymore.

END.

I’m not quite sure what to do with the rest of it in the lead up to that yet though, since I’ve been puzzling over the character voices for a while for this… I think I’ve got Julian being too much of a jerk and being sort of too… idk, softboy-ish? Rather than like… himself. And I think it makes zero sense for me not to have Sisko and Miles more involved as well, since y’know, they’re both parents and here is Julian with a tiny kid.

Anyway, it’s been a WIP since maybe November last year and I come back to it occasionally and hopefully one day I will finish it. Hopefully. Maybe. We’ll see!