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Rewrite de Stars

I made this while waiting for my car to be fixed. I absolutely loved every second of it.

Based on the late 19th century, two lover boys who love each other but can’t show it publicly. Oh! And definitely based on the Greatest Showman. All credits to the owner of the song and the beautiful voices of Zendaya and Zac Efron.

This is very gay and very much angst based.

Enjoy! :)

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“You know I want you.” He claimed, holding the other man’s hand gently into his “It’s not a secret I try to hide.” Frans pulled away, walking to the hanging rope clinging from the tall ceiling, his face unreadable.

“I know you want me,” the words made him stop. ”so don’t keep saying our hands are tied.” Fran turned around facing the elegant looking man. Tears were pooling in his eyes, yet his gaze was of stone.

“It’s not in the cards” Frans claimed.

“Fate is pulling you miles away,” Stefan argued “and out of reach from me.” He grabbed the rope before the other could get hold of it. “But you’re here…”he grabbed Frans soft hand, pressing it into his own chest, feeling the flittering beat of Stefan’s heart “in my heart. So who can stop me if I decide that you’re my destiny?”

Frans pulled away again, forcing his head not to fall into tempting words. He wanted Stefan. That he could not deny even himself. Yet, he knew that if he gave in into this small piece of want, he felt there was no turning back.

“What if we rewrite the stars?” Stefan pushed on. Frans gave him a wry smile, grabbing the rope from his hands. They started moving around, Stefan following Frans while the latter prepared the stage for the next play. “Say you were meant to be mine. Nothing could keep us apart. You’d be the one I was meant to find”

Stefan stoped in the middle of the dark hallway, his face barely illuminated by the soft light behind the stage.

“It’s up to you and it’s up to me. No one could say what we get to be.” This words hit close to Frans hearth, making him halt on his step, his back to Stefan. He walked towards Frans, wrapping his arms around Frans waist resting his head in his shoulder. Frans laid his arms around Stefans arms, holding him close, laying back his head on the other’s chest. They closed their eyes and felt the body heat emanating from each other. In the darkness of the backstage and the soft lights overhead gave them both a sense of intimacy.

“So why don’t we rewrite the stars? And maybe the world could be ours, tonight.” Stefan whispered holding his lover close to him. There was a heavy silence that followed, like if Frans was holding to this moment for the last time. Slowly but firmly, he detached himself from his arms, turning around to face him.

“You think it’s easy?” Frans searching for Stefan’s eyes. Those beautiful slate-coloured eyes, now a stormy grey from the anguish he caused. “You think I don’t wanna run to you?” Frans pulled him towards the front of the empty stage. “But there are mountains.” he waved towards the empty seats of the theatre. “And there are doors that we can’t walk through.”

Stefan started, and argument on the tip of his tongue. “I know you’re wondering why,” Frans stopped him, “because we’re able to be just you and me between this walls.” He walked towards the edge of the stage, his eyes trained on the ghost-audience, tears now falling through his cheeks. “But when we go outside, you’re gonna wake up and see that it was hopeless after all.”

He spun around, facing the hopeless man. “No one can rewrite the stars. How can you say you’ll be mine? Everything keeps us apart.” He pulled out the photo of the woman from his lover’s shirt pocket and showed it to the fiancé. “And I’m not the one you were meant to find. It's not up to you, it's not up to me when everyone tells us what we can be. And how can we rewrite the stars? Say that the world can be ours, tonight.”

Stefan took the photo of the woman he was soon to marry. He looked at her with resentment and sadness, then ripped the piece of paper into equal halves. He looked at Frans in the eyes while throwing the papers to the floor. The other looked at him with wide eyes, tears streaming down his porcelain cheeks.

“All I want is to fly with you.” Stefan grabbed his hand pulling him close once more. “All I want is to fall with you. So just give me all of you.” He cupped his cheeks, wiping the tears from his face. Frans closed his eyes, leaning into his lover’s touch.

“It feels impossible” he whispered.

“It’s not impossible” he whispered back.

“Is it impossible?” Frans asked, voice breaking.

“Say that it’s possible” Stefan begged. Frans looked at the sincerity in his eyes and nodded almost imperceptibly. Stefan started crying then, a smile spreading through his handsome face.

“And how do we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine.” Frans nodded again, this time firmly, and let out a joyous laugh. “And nothing can keep us apart”

“'Cause you are the one I was meant to find. It's up to you, and it's up to me. No one could say what we get to be.” They felt like they were the only one in the world. They needed nothing else and no one else but themselves.

“And why don't we rewrite the stars? Changing the world to be ours.” Stefan whispered, kissing Frans softly in the lips. They closed their eyes and held each other closely. That’s when Frans heard a door slam shut from the other side of the theatre. He pulled away and saw the silhouette of someone standing at the door. Reality crashed over his daydream within a second. He looked back at the wide-eye, lovesick eyes of his boy.

“You know I want you. It's not a secret I try to hide.” He pulled him back to the backstage, to the shadows. “But I can't have you.” His voice broke, tears blurring his vision. “We're bound to break and my hands…” He forced his body away from Stefan. “…are tied.”

He turned around and left through backstage.

#rewrite the stars #the greatest showman #fanfiction #gay men #lgbtq community #lgbtq #own story #based on a song #gay

[anitaaronne]

Larry Oneshot???

This is my first time finishing and publishing one of this “stories” sooo i’m giving this a chance.

Enjoy! :)

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"Harry?" The voice, eerily familiar to Louis, echoed in his head. "Harry!”

Harry jumped from his seat on the velvet-draped couch, a furious blush darting across his cheeks as he realized what he had been doing. Holy shit he thought, his eyes widening as he stared at his best friend's dressed-up form. The attire suited him too perfectly. The dark material of the shirt hugged every muscle of his arms, while the shoulder pads gleamed in the faint light from the window. The white pants fit his thighs and arse nicely. Harry simply couldn’t look away. Which…

What the fuck.

He let out a gasp, covering his eyes with his hands. A crimson red coated the entirety of his face and neck at this point. Summoning courage, he peeked between his fingers. The bewildered look on his best mate's face, glancing from his pedestal where the tailor took the suit measurements, would have been the funniest thing Harry had ever seen. He would've laughed, but too fucking confused and embarrassed.

He had been checking his best friend out.

"What the fuck," Harry whispered, he had never done that before. Harry and Louis had been friends since they were three and five. They grew up together, Louis being the crown prince of Estibria and Harry being the son of the King’s right-hand man, the duke of Ivena. Queen Johanna was more than enchanted that Louis could have a friend close to his age, especially since his sister, Charlotte, was just a babe so they couldn’t play together. ("No, mamma, I will not play with my baby sister because she is a baby.”) They were partners in crime, creating havoc in the hallways and chaos in the kitchen and library. Louis was the troublemaker of the two, always involving innocent Harry in his shenanigans, not that Harry was as innocent as he claimed himself to be. A menace, they were. Inseparable, like salt and pepper, the perfect combo, the dream team.

"Haz, mate, you’re worrying me," Louis's voice cut through his train of thought. Harry blinked himself awake. The couturier was removing the small sewing pins from the prince’s body so he could change. Harry cleared his suddenly dry throat.

"I’m fine, just peachy," He choked. He was freaking out on the inside. How could he explain to his best friend that he had been ogling him? Louis let out a small chuckle, lowering himself from the pedestal once the couturier was done, adjusting his cuffs now that the fitting process was over. Harry followed Louis with his eyes as he walked across the room and settled on the couch next to him, swallowing nervously at the proximity. He met Louis's curious, piercing blue eyes with unease. A spark of amusement danced across them.

"Who’s the lucky girl?" Louis asked, stunning Harry's racing mind, probably trying to guess friend’s nervous breakdown. Louis rested his face on his palm, looking through his lashes. Harry realized with a start that Louis did this often, looking through his lashes, perhaps subconsciously.

"No one," Harry choked again, unable to maintain eye contact. Instead, his eyes darted around the room, searching for an excuse to change the subject. The resting room was impecable as always. The white, tall walls with gold trims. Paintings portraits of past royals, and hanging candles filled the spaces in them. The high ceiling and golden chandelier that lit up the center of the room, with equal golden trims with beautiful designs. The tall windows were covered in golden curtains that let the natural sunlight sip through, illuminating most of the room. In the center of the room, an old rug filled most of the room’s floor, a monogamy table filled with Louis books and forgotten papers stood on top of it. Besides the door sat a tall grandfather clock, a relic Louis insists he despises, but Harry knew the boy loved secretly.

Before Louis could answer, his mouth hanging open, the wooden doors of the room opened, revealing Queen Jay and her best friend Lady Anne (Harry’s mamma) laughing between themselves. Both boys stood from the couch and bowed to the royal. It was a tradition they grew up with, it didn’t matter who the royal was related to they always needed to be bowed to. Louis did it with his parents but with no one else. Anne tried to inculcate Harry to bow even to Louis, but it was in vane when Louis insisted countless times for Harry not to bow to him. They fell back into the couch with a sigh when they saw both women turn back to their conversation. They looked at each other before bursting out laughing. Harry saw Louis’s corners of the eyes crinkle, blushing lightly. He was beautiful.

“Harry, dear, did you decide what to do for your twentieth birthday?” the Queen’s voice snapped Harry out of his daze. He blushed again, this time a little mortified, when his mum looked at him with knowing eyes and a subtle smile. He shook his head at Jay’s question. He opened his mouth to answer but Louis cut him off.

“Haz here said he wanted to spend it with just close friends and family, which boring” Harry snorted, rolling his eyes at his friend’s antics. Jay let out a sigh, a small chuckle escaping her lips.

“Boo bear, stop bothering poor Harry.” a small grumble sounded in Harry’s right at the nickname, it made Harry snicker. “If he wants a small thing he shall have it. However, I must agree with my son on this. This is your first official exposure to society as a man of your class and future duke of Ivena. You need to start getting more serious on what you want and who you will marry, son. We also need a bit more fun around here. Since Louis’ twentieth second birthday, the castle has felt a bit grey.”

Harry felt a shiver run up his back. Marriage has always been a topic nobody chose to discuss so outwardly. Louis always complained about his mother’s insistence for him to marry a girl someday, but no one has asked Harry anything about marriage being in his cards. He always assumed that when the time came, his mum or the Queen would have the lucky girl waiting for him. He had never thought that he had to chose someone one day. To be fair, now that he thought about it, he never even pictured himself with a girl by his side. When he thought of spending the rest of his life with someone, he thought of Louis. Harry felt himself blush once again.

“He’s been doing this all afternoon. Honestly, it’s starting to get really annoying.” Harry felt pairs of eyes on him when he blinked himself away. He cleared his throat, then he realized what his friend said. Swallowing the small pang of hurt, he pushed his friend aside, standing up upon telling the time from the grandfather clock.

“Ladies, I must excuse myself from the room. Annieth must be waiting for me in my room and I cannot leave my lady hanging.” Harry bowed to them, ignoring Louis’ protests. He walked towards the door, not before hearing his friend huff.

“A cat is not a lady, you moron. You barely even are.” Harry turned around to find him rolling his eyes, a playful smirk adorning his pink lips. For the nth time of the day, Harry felt himself blushing. He rolled his eyes back, turning back around and showing the finger in his friend’s general direction. He heard his mum and Jay protest and Louis cackle behind him as he left the door.

Shit he needed to find a solution to his Louis problem and quick.

#larry fanfiction #royal au #harry styles #louis tomlinson #larry stylinson #oneshot #larry microfic #idk how to tag this

[anitaaronne]

Title: Half Agony, Half Hope Author: asphodelknox Rating: Explicit Pairing: Louis Tomlinson/Harry Styles, Liam Payne/Zayn Malik, Niall Horan/Gemma Styles Word count: 132K Summary:

Harry had never believed the rumors of the beast at the manor on the hill. They sounded like something from Twilight or an old Hollywood horror film, a beautiful man who turned into a beast once a month and killed anyone who was unlucky enough to be stuck on the manor’s grounds. Yeah, right. The manor was probably just creepy and old. Besides, it’s not like he had anything else to do. Harry's had enough of his shit year. Had enough of his shit ex and the fact that he graduated from university with no idea what to do next or what to do with the grief. Ed dares him to spend a month at the crumbling Tomlinson manor, and Harry goes cause what else do you do when your life's fallen apart? It's not really haunted anyway... is it?

Here we go! Go read here!

[anitaaronne]

oh my GOD

[anitaaronne]

Hi! I just discovered your blog and i really like it! Can you please suggest me some other blogs similiar to yours? Thank you so much for you help!

Hi! So the active fic rec blogs that are just fic recs like this blog (that I know of) are:

@thelarriefics

@larryfanfiction

@theficpusher

A new one that just started is @1dcommunityficrecs

And @1dmonthlyficroundup posts all new fics that are submitted to them on a monthly basis

Hope this helps!

[anitaaronne]

CHRISTMAS REC LIST

It’s Christmas time! You know what that means? Christmas!Wolfstar of course! And so, I hereby present Wolfstar Haven’s big Christmas rec list! 🎄❄️

So make a cup of tea (or hot chocolate?), sit down in your comfiest jumper, and enjoy!🎄

PERSONAL FAVOURITES❄️

a flame in two cupped hands, by such_heights (3k)

This just so sweet and well written. And I’m totally in love with the “revelation scene” (when all the pining comes to an end). Read it!❤️‍🔥🎄

If you really hold me tight, by aryastark_valarmorghulis (5k)

A beautiful piece of writing! It’s Christmas 1977, and Remus and Sirius are spending the holidays in Sirus’s London flat - which happens to have no heating or electricity. Lots of unspoken feelings and general sweetness!

Elucidation Practice, by montparnasse (21k)

Asdfghjkkl this fic makes me MELT. It’s just so soft and hot and amazingly written and please just give me more. It’s smutty, but it’s done beautifully. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: montparnasse’s prose is orgasmic. Also! The Christmas feeling in this fic is wonderful🎄

When we finally kiss goodnight, by aryastark_valarmorghulis (2k)

Another gorgeous Christmas fic from the talented aryastark_valarmorghulis - so you can expect great quality writing in this one. Definitely also one of my favourite Christmas fics! Lots of lovely pining and Yuletide gays😉🎄

Dreams To Believe, by setissma

Bed sharing. Need I say more? This is LOVELY (and bloody hilarious)!

The Problem with Eggnog, Uncommon Thoughts, and Sharing a Bed with Sirius Black, by xylodemon (3k)

Urghhh this is both hilarious and cute! In which Remus wakes up in bed with Sirius.

boy, we can do much more together, (5k) and it's not so impossible, (4k) by wholesome_gay

It’s sometime before Christmas, and Sirius wants Remus to move in with him. Remus refuses. How could that be? SUCH SWEET PINING! The first one is from Remus’s POV and the second from Sirius’s. Both of them are lovely✨✨

To Keep Christmas Well, by lorax (4k)

In which the Marauders find themselves stranded during Christmas. Includes: shoe-pie and rocknogg, a little bit of mistletoe and Peter being a good friend. This fic is so funny, and Christmas-y! 🎄

Let Nothing You Dismay, by montparnasse (19k)

Christmas 1979. Definitely a classic, and rightfully so. The prose in this masterpiece is like poetry, like velvet, storms, and magic✨ Montparnasse is a god! You should know that this fic is pretty smutty though - but I still love it, and I’m not the biggest fan of smut. It’s just so hot and beautiful, with a lovely Christmas feel to it.

Advent, by coyotesuspect (39k)

25 days of December, 1976. This beautiful fic is remarkable! MWPP era, 6th year - Christmas is coming to Hogwarts, all whilst a war is looming on the horizon. This fic is a perfect balance between fluff, pranking, joy, and darker themes. And the characterisations! To die for! Sirius in this fic is just. Shehajjsheslejrb. ❤️‍🔥

GOODIES:🎄

And a Hedgehog in a Pine Tree, by eyra (8k)

This one’s a right gem! In which Sirius, due to a snow storm, gets stuck at Remus’s Christmas tree farm. Fluff fluff fluff!🎄

Holiday Traditions, by MoonCat457 (23k)

Snippets of wolfstar’s Christmases between the years 1971-1984. Includes everything from snow fights, to mistletoe, to proposals. Everyone lives. IT’S SO BLOODY SWEET! And VERY Christmas-y!❄️

Familiar Bedfellows, SubtextEquals (2k)

Boxing Day morning, and Remus wakes up to two problems: 1. He’s hangover. 2. He’s in bed with Sirius Black. Cutie cute cute!❤️

The Emotion and the Response, by too many stars to count (4k)

Some enchanted mistletoe, and Remus being totally oblivious. Yes please!💋

Of Queer Werewolves, Blood Traitors, and Snogging, by Vixeree (5k)

Pining idiots, scheming James and a lot of snogging. Cute!

Five Times Remus and Sirius Went Out Into the Snow, and One Time They Stayed Inside, by huldrejenta

The title pretty much says it all. 6 snapshots from the marauders’ winters at Hogwarts. Cute!

Sounds of the Season, by lorax

(not on ao3)

This fic is honestly a little confusing, but it’s still incredibly funny. In which James does a lot of plotting, and fails magnificently (or does he?).

someone came and kissed me there, by such_heights (3k)

A 3+1 fic. A traditional mistletoe fic! Very cute🥰

A bright particular star, by torch (25k)

Remus and Sirius’s last Christmas at Hogwarts. Sweet and well-written! (Also quite smutty)

Some others:

All I Want For Christmas, by shaggydogstail

the snow and the falling, by reachthetree

Five Times is the Charm, remuslives23

Snowball, by Mayberry_rose (not on ao3)

A little Very Wolfstar Christmas, by so_it_shines

I wanna be your boyfriend, by aryastark_valarmorghulis

[anitaaronne]

Selection

Prompt from @wolfstarmicrofic. REALLY PUSHING THE BOUNDARIES OF MICRO HERE, SORRY

1.

Jean is six years old the first time he looks up at the sky and feels a lurch in his heart. It feels like he's supposed to be something else, like his human skin doesn't fit right. He's supposed to be something not human, something furred that delights in running through the darkness, with only the full-moon light in the sky to guide him.

"What an imagination!" his mother laughs as she tucks him in. "Are you a Werewolf?"

"No..." Jean says slowly, little brow furrowed. "That's not it."

But he doesn't know what it is, so he gives up talking about it.

2.

The Hogwarts Express used to billow coal smoke, and the etches of it linger in the corners of the old platform like dusty fingerprints. These days it runs on wind power, a legacy of Hermione Granger, who was the Minister of Magic long before Jean was born.

The crowd is overwhelming. Jean is not scared though. He is terribly claustrophobic, hates being trapped, and odd things like the moon set him off, sure, but he's not a coward, so he throws his shoulders back and barrels into the train head-first, only to immediately knock someone over.

"Watch where you're going!" snaps the boy. He brushes his long hair out of his eyes, sweeps it back into a ponytail, and picks up his books. He looks about five seconds from dissolving into a panic. His eyes meet Jean's and there's a familiarity that makes him stagger.

"Jean," he says after a moment, holding out his hand. "Third year Gryffindor."

"Sam," says the boy. "This is my first year." He smiles hesitantly. It's a nice smile. "Wanna sit together?"

3.

Sam. is. infuriating.

He's smart but won't try, choosing to instead spend his days in a haze of eh, I don't need it. Where Jean is passionate, Sam is hesitant to commit to anything beyond the next gobstones game or meal.

And yet, they become best friends. Jean loves when Sam laughs. He loves when he lets his hair down from its ponytail. He loves the sparkle in his eyes when he thinks Jean has said something particularly clever. He loves that Sam indulges his obsession with crossword puzzles, and that he stays with Jean instead of going to Quidditch matches because being hemmed in by the crowd is overwhelming.

He thinks he might just love Sam, but he's 17 now and doesn't know what to do about that.

Sometimes he still has that odd itch under his skin. He'll look around Hogwarts and expect to see something different. He'll wake up on a Quidditch match day and think before he's fully awake, oh, I need to make sure James is awake for the match, and then he'll blink and think

Who is James?

4.

He finds out when he's studying Magical Zoology at the local university. An older man with messy black hair tinged with grey and thin glasses is walking down the corridor when he stops dead, looks Jean in the eye, and whispers, "Sirius?"

"Uh, sorry mate," Jean says. "Wrong guy."

"Sirius, it's me, it's James," the man says urgently, grabbing Jean by the shoulders and shaking him. "Don't you... don't you remember? You have to remember me! Sirius, it's me!"

"Hey!" Sam's voice echoes in the hall behind them. "Let go of him!"

The man - James - looks even more shocked. "Remus?"

Sam pulls Jean away from James. His curly brown hair is up in a bun, brown eyes fierce. "I don't know who you are, but you can keep your hands off my boyfriend, thanks."

To their great surprise, James bursts out laughing. "Of course!" he says with a wry smile. "How could I assume death would change anything about you two? Bloody star-crossed lovers." He takes a deep breath, and says, "Have you... ever felt like something was off? An itch in your skin? Like deja vu?"

"No," says Sam, bewildered.

"Yes," says Jean at the same time.

5.

Jean and James meet at a local pub the following week. James tells a long and convoluted story that Jean only half understands, about prophecies and the 70s and death and then he leans forward and says Padfoot and

Sirius begins to cry.

6.

"So we were selected to... what... have a second go?" Sirius asks shakily once he and James have finished hugging and sobbing and reminiscing. "Why us? And why are we all different ages?"

"I have a theory about that," James says thoughtfully. "I'm... what... 15 years older than you now? And I died 15 years before you did? I think we came back in order of death. As for why... I don't know. Maybe we'll never know."

"That means Moony only got two more years after me," whispers Sirius sadly. "I wanted him to get more. To be there for Harry."

"Harry did just fine," says James gently. "I've... I've read his official autobiography, you know, that he wrote right before he died. You and Remus are well-loved in it. I can't thank you enough." He looks a little teary. "It's how I remembered. I read the word Prongs in his book, and it just came rushing back."

"So if I say Moony to R - to Sam," Sirius says slowly, "it'll be a trigger? It'll bring back Remus?"

"Yeah," James says. "I think, based on you and I, it will."

7.

Sirius opens the door to their flat to find Remus dancing around the kitchen, head bopping to his favourite pop song. It's odd to see Remus, now that he remembers Remus, moving so unreservedly. Remus was always cautious about how much space he took up in the world, always mindful about drawing attention to himself, always too willing to please. His self-control was legendary out of necessity.

Sam, in contrast, laughs more. He grew his hair out and doesn't care who stares at him on the street. He rebels so much from authority that it almost feels like - probably is a subconscious overcorrection from his past life.

He's never felt he had to become a spy to pay back Dumbledore. Never had to become a pawn in Greyback’s quest for revenge.

He's never had to watch Sirius die in the midst of battle. He's never even been in a battle.

He's never had to spend 12 years alone, thinking his lover betrayed them all.

If anyone could have been selected for a happier chance at life, Sirius would have picked Remus in a heartbeat.

"Hey love," Remus cocks his head now, taking Sirius' expression in. "What's up?"

"If..." Sirius begins. "If there was something I could tell you about yourself, but... it could be painful, it would bring up some... unpleasant things... would you want me to?"

"Vague," Remus muses, but takes it seriously. "Is it something that would significantly affect my health? Or our relationship? Or my family?"

"Tough to say," Sirius says slowly. "It's just... extra context, I guess. Nothing would really change but your worldview, I suppose?”

"And it would cause me pain?" Remus checks.

"Yeah," Sirius says softly. "I think so."

He knows what Remus will say because it's what he's always said, in this new carefree second chance of a life. "Well, then I don't need it." He kisses the tip of Sirius' nose. "I have you. I have my family. My friends. Even, Merlin help me, my school, now that you've convinced me to go into Dark Creature studies." He shrugs, and oh, Sirius loves him. "What more do I need to be happy?"

My Moony, Sirius thinks, looking fondly at the love of both his lives.

"My Sam," Jean says out loud, and takes his hand as they walk into the kitchen for dinner.

[anitaaronne]

Thanks, I'll cry myself to sleep now 😁👍

Regulus: Please not Slytherin. Please not Slytherin.

Sorting Hat: SLYTHERIN!

Harry: Please not Slytherin. Please not Slytherin.

Sorting Hat, knowing what happened last time: GRYFFINDOR!