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green-fifteen · 3 months

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Day 4: Harry Du Bois Gets a Clue

Prompt: Learn Fandom: Disco Elysium Pairing: Harry Du Bois/Kim Kitsuragi Word count: 796 Summary: YOU - Wait, you have a boyfriend? read on AO3 instead

for @fluffyfebruary

DESK OF HARRIER DU BOIS - Spilled coffee streams down the side of your desk, drips from paperwork that is due to be processed in only a few hours. The papers are fully soaked now, however. Along with your badge and the end of your tie.

PERCEPTION [Easy: Success] - There is someone standing behind you, watching the coffee spread over the floor.

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "Oh, nice. I was thinking your workstation was getting too neat. Only right that a fucking mess gets to wallow in his own disaster."

YOU - "You know what? This is the end for me."

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "Don't be an idiot. If you were going to die, you would have done it already."

YOU - "No, I really think this time is the one. Each day only brings new torment."

VOLITION - It does feel bad, but you might be exaggerating. You're already thinking about where you're going to find a mop and a cloth to clean this mess.

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "No, absolutely. You're right. Just end it, Dick Mullen! It's not like your boyfriend would have anything to say about it-- then again I wouldn't put it past you to forget that when you take the shot."

LOGIC [Easy: Failure] - Boyfriend?

YOU - "Boyfriend?"

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "I am not doing this with you, you prick. Fuck off." He strides away.

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Easy: Success] - Since you've been back from Martinaise in one piece (minus some core memories), you might have laid it on kind of thick one or two times. Things like 'Jean, help me file these reports, I don't know where anything is because I have amnesia.' and 'Jules, can you call Requisitions for me, I don't know the number because I have amnesia." You suspect, no-- you know your amnesia is getting on everyone's nerves.

EMPATHY - He's a little worried about you, anyway. That's probably why he mentioned your boyfriend.

PAIN THRESHOLD [Challenging: Failure]- Wait a damn minute. Back to the boyfriend thing. Did you forget about him? Was he swept away in the flood of booze and amphetamines, along with everything else? You're getting a sick feeling in your stomach.

PERCEPTION - At that very moment, you see your partner. He just walked in from the snow, his hat peppered with snowflakes. He makes eye contact.

ELECTRO-CHEMISTRY [Easy: Success] - Your stupid heart beats a little off tempo.

AUTHORITY [Medium: Success]- Kim always knows what to do. Ask Kim about this.

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant comes closer, unwinding his long scarf and removing his hat. He gives you a small smile as he sits down across from you.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Good morning, detective."

YOU - "Good morning."

INLAND EMPIRE - You shouldn't rush into questioning him. Just be friendly, first.

YOU - "So, Jean said I have a boyfriend."

KIM KITSURAGI - "He did?" One eyebrow is lifted high on his face.

YOU - "I spilled my coffee all over my desk, that's why he brought it up."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Okay," he says, sounding unsure but still smiling at you. "I don't mind. I know we haven't talked about it precisely and 'boyfriend' is perhaps a tad puéril… but it's good enough for most people in relationships."

YOU - You have no idea what he's talking about.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Don't you? Don't you feel that, champ?

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Challenging: Success] - Kim is looking at you with humor, seeming to expect you to take your time. Suddenly, it's very clear: Kim Kitsuragi is your boyfriend.

ELECTRO-CHEMISTRY [Medium: Success]- YEAH! YES! Holy shit, do you know what this means? Boyfriends make out, big dog! They do more than that. They touch each other, Harry. Tell Kim you want to touch him, right now. Maybe you can convince him to do it on your desk.

VOLITION - Do not do that. You're at work, don't embarrass yourself.

LOGIC - Your desk is covered in coffee.

DRAMA - But what if he said yes, my lord? Think of the spectacle-- the other officers would know then, wouldn't they? They would all know that Kim Kitsuragi belongs to you.

YOU - "Gah."

KIM KITSURAGI - He looks on the verge of laughter. His eyes are folded up in mirth behind his glasses.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Come over again tonight. I'm cooking."

ELECTRO-CHEMISTRY [Godly: Success]- Ask if you should bring your pajamas.

YOU - "Should I bring my pajamas?"

KIM KITSURAGI - He can't resist chuckling softly at the look on your face.

ENCYCLOPEDIA - You're certain you know the face you're making. It's a terribly fond one, with a heavy flavor of awe. You look like someone just handed you a warm puppy.

KIM KITSURAGI - "I would like that."

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enkisstories · 1 year

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Detroit Disco

I’m in the process of creating the Disco Elysium precint 41 officers as sims to unleash them into my Detroit save. In the meantime have this drabble:

Detective Gavin Reed pressed his phone to his ear, only to move it further out the very next moment. The background noise was worse than ever. It was almost transcending static noise and coalescing into sentences, the echoes of each and every phone calls that had been made in Detroit since the invention of the telegraph.

“You were saying what?” Gavin asked. “Ah, I see. A drunk police lieutenant. Laid waste to his hotel room and threatened to blast his own brain out. Huh, right, that really sounds like ours. I’ll send someone over to pick him up.”

The detective covered the phone’s micro with his hand. “Your partner was found, Connor. I’ll dispatch a patrol android to fetch him.”

Returning to the phone, Gavin asked: “But how in hell did you manage to rile the motherfucker up like that? Wait, he did what? Toss your Great Skua against the wall? Why’d you show him a fucking Great Skua anyway? Hank is phobic of flock birds, of course he’d lose it, man! That’s on you!”

♪♫ So turn ‘round the fire with a glass of strong ale ♪♫ the stereo bawled. ♪♫ And tell us a story from beyond the Pale ♪♫

In Detroit PJ700-302 entered a regular DPD patrol car to drive to Martinaise. She returned with Harrier Du Bois.

In Revachol Judit Minot entered one of Precinct 41’s remaining three Coupris Kineemas to drive to Greektown. She returned with Hank Anderson.

Hank Anderson’s finger moved from one officer to the next.

“Gavin. Tina. David. Check.”

“No! Chester, Judit, Mack!”

“Uh-uh”, Hank shook his head. “That’s not Officer Mack. I’m a bit confused about how many Macks we have and what they all look like, but this man isn’t one of them.”

Three pairs of eyes moved towards the door when it opened. In came Trant Heidlstam, accompanied by Satellite-Officer Jean Vicquemare. A French sounding name, a name that wasn’t out of place in Detroit, similar to “Martinaise”. So why was Hank unable to place that particular neighborhood on his mental map of the city? He couldn’t have spaced out that badly?!

Jean took one look at the stranger, his internal Conceptualization and Visual Reconstruction agreed on the man’s differences to Harrier being neglible and therefore slotted him into the same spot in his mind, regardless of how often the other officers stressed that Hank wasn’t Harry. What the heck, they even started with the same letters!

“Look, I told you I didn’t want to deal with this crap. Clinically depressed and all.”

“Clinically?” That tidbit at least piqued Hank’s interested. “As in: diagnosed? I never had the energy to get diagnosed. Even if I had, what would it have changed… They’ll only ever tell you things aren’t the way you make them and the problem is you.”

Yay, all I need is a change in perspective and Cole is alive again!

“But things ARE the way they are, and so you nod sympathetically, tell the psycho lady her mantra has helped you a lot, go home and uncork another bottle. Not that anybody would fucking care. They only want you to function, like an android.”

There it was again. Androids. This Hank person mentioned them every second sentence, with great disgust, but also with a scarily detailed lore attached to the idea. Where Harry had temporarily forgotten reality in the past, Hank seemed to have filled the holes in his mind with a construct. A construct involving a slave race of artificial people. It was probably a highly sophisticated political commentary. Alas, it was also highly annoying.

“So what are we doing now with Commander Corkscrew?” Chester asked.

“Shut up, Gavin!” Hank snapped. “You’re not helping!”

“I’m not…”

“I said shut your trap! Not just because it’s enervating as hell, but if you are serious about your promotion, you got to act more professional!”

So. There. He had said it. There wasn’t anything wrong with Gavin Reed’s detective work, just a minor tendency to jump to conclusions. Putting effort into improving his work performance might earn Gavin a bit of promotion credit, but the big chunk was to be gained in the categories “Teamwork” and “Character development”, two areas the detective neglected.

“But I don’t care to get promoted!” Chester McLaine protested.

And then he screamed on top of his lungs, when Hank lunged forward, hugged him tightly, kissed him on his forehead and cheered: “That’s the spirit! Our boy is growing up!”

Falling back on what he had mentally filed as a Hank-repellent, Chester whimpered: “A… ndroid? Android!”

“Yes, yes”, Hank promised. “We’ll buy you one after your promotion.”

The promotion Chester McGavin didn’t want, the officers realized. So there was no risk of having to really gift him an android.

“Say, there is a certain logic to this man’s ramblings”, Trant mused. “His brain is working differently, but it is working. I’d say it’s save to put him back into the contest…”

“Case. You mean the murder case, of course”, Jean corrected. He liked where this was going (namely a Hank-free office).

“…and figure out everything else while we’re going”, Trant finished his sentence.

And so it was decided.

“I’m not Disco.”

“Come again?”

“I’m not Disco”, Connor repeated, clearly puzzled and probably also feeling insulted in a profound manner. “This is about the only thing I got out of the stranger. Other than that he isn’t Hank Anderson, I mean.”

Gavin Reed slammed his cup onto the table, causing an elaborate castle Officer Tina Chen had built from potato chips and nachos to crash.

“And why is that so?” the detective challenged Connor. “Why are you unable to make progress with the deviant cases or to find the amnesic weirdo in our database? Because you’re not Disco! See? He told you!”

Gavin triumphantly leaned back in his cafeteria chair. He really had no idea in what way not being “disco” was supposed be a shortcoming. But he wouldn’t have been Gavin Reed, had he not jumped to every opportunity to diminish Connor RK800.

“If only you tried to be more Disco, you’d have the deviant cases solved in no time!” Gavin went on, under the impression that he was driving the knife deeper.

Connor, however, blinked, and stated: “But then I’d replace you even earlier, detective. If I solved the deviant cases, I’d proven that the RK800 detective android is superior to a human one.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up!” Gavin demanded, while swiping the chips into Connor’s direction like artillery fire. Then he kicked his chair back, pounced Connor and rammed him against a column. “Take your racist bullshit out of my police station and don’t forget to grab your new partner on your way out! I don’t want to see either of you again before sunset!”

“My new partner?”

“Well, you lost your previous one. If you don’t want to file a Lost & Found, you better take Detective Mindblank along instead.”

“I don’t think the Lieutanent being missing warrants a Lost & Found, Detective.”

“Don’t want him back? In this case we agree on one thing. Nice!”

“No, I meant that a human missing warrants…”

But Tina and Gavin weren’t listening anymore. Grabbing the android’s right, respectively left, arm, they escorted him into the foyer.

“You have your orders.”

#detroit become human #dbh #disco elysium #dbhtextpost #sims4 dbh gameplay

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ingeniouscollectionthing · 4 years

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Love is beautiful, if it is true (Tom Riddle x Reader)

Request: hey:) do you think you can write something about Tom being the reader’s secret admirer and the reader is friends with the golden trio and they keep saying that the letters etc are creepy. since they dislike tom in general he knows he can’t make a move without them interrupting so he kind of gets her to go somewhere and they confess to each other? maybe with a smutty end hehe :)

Pairing: Tom Riddle x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, fluffy smut

My dearest fierce lioness,

Not a single day passes, where I am not amazed by your unmatched beauty when you walk by me. Not a single second passes, where I am not amazed by your unmatched intelligence in classes, the way you move and speak with utmost elegance, the way your smile seems to light up the whole Great Hall. I am truly and utterly smitten by you, you are intoxicating.

Now I know this seems to be an unusual way to get in contact with you, since we walk by eachother every other day, however I can’t help but think that this proves to be a more mysterious and romantic way to reach out to you, don’t you think? I hope you noticed the little box attached to this letter – in it you’ll find a little present for you, a small token of my admiration.

I’ve noticed that you do not take pleasure in expensive jewellery or useless gifts, it’s the small things that make you happy. So while my eyes always seem to search you out amongst crowds, I couldn’t help but notice the little book you carried with you. I think it was `Faust` by Goethe if I stand correct? So I went out of my way to gift you the second part of said book, in hopes it will bring you great joy.

If you may grant me the pleasure of you loving this gift by reading this tomorrow, I know that you accept my way of courting you. I know you may not know yet whose face is hiding behind this letter, but you shall know soon enough my little dove.

I’m already curious, whether you take on my proposal – believe me when I say you’ll invade my dreams tonight – as you do every night.

Sleep tight,

your secret admirer

Your eyes skimmed the piece of paper over and over again, not believing the words written down in a beautiful cursive handwriting. Your cheeks were tinted in a lovely shade of rose, while your heart was beating happily away in your chest. Your smile only grew as you opened the little box, for in fact there really was the book you’ve been dying to get your hands on. Squealing you flicked through the pages, before setting the book on your night stand.

“Where does that sudden happiness come from?”, Hermione asked, as she stepped into the dorm.

“Well, look! Have you ever read such sweet words?”, you sighed dreamily, while handing her the letter.

She quickly looked over it, a frown adorning her face.

“You don’t even know this person. This is creepy if you ask me. It could be anyone!”, she said, crossing her arms over her chest as she handed the letter back to you.

“Oh come on, ‘mione. Someone likes me! How bad could it be, if he even gifted me the continuation of my favourite book! Be happy for me once, will you?”, you said grabbing her hands, while doing a little giddy happy dance. She laughed as you twirled her around, before both of you settled down and talked about all possible suitors brave enough to send you this letter.

“What about that Ravenclaw guy? What was his name again? James, John? I forgot”, Hermione said, as she got comfortable in her bed.

“You mean Joel?”, you said, as Hermione nodded. “Yes he’s a nice guy, but I don’t think he’d have the guts to do this”

“True, but it could be, after all, he’s starring at you literally every second of every single day”, she laughed while making a dumb face. “Let’s try it that way. Is there anyone you’d want it to be? Anyone you like?”, Hermione asked, waiting expectantly.

“Well…”, you sighed, not quite meeting her eyes.

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re still fawning over that Riddle guy. He’s no good. He barely got any friends and he always keeps to himself”, Hermione scolded you. “But on second thought, he’s always sneaking glances at you. I think he also asked Ron once, what your favourite colour was, completely out of nowhere. He’s such a creep.”

“He did?”, you asked, hopeful now as the warm feeling from before resurfaced. “The box is (f/c), after all”, you noticed.

“Hmmm yes, it is… You should be careful with this, you never know what or who is behind all this”, your best friend said, lost in her thoughts, before both of you bid each other good night.

However before you could fall asleep, you watched out of the window into the beautiful night sky, and as a beautiful shooting star passed, you made a little wish involving a certain raven haired boy, before you slipped into your own world of dreams.

It was early in the morning as you woke up again. Hermione’s bed was already empty and you guessed she already left for breakfast. Slowly you got ready and as you went to retrieve your wand from your nightstand, you also took the beautifully designed book with you.

As you arrived at the Great Hall you already could spot your friends sitting at the table and eating breakfast. Their heads were huddled together, but they abruptly stopped to whisper as Ron noticed you coming to sit with them.

“Good Morning”, you said in a cheerful voice, as you started to eat your breakfast, your new book laid out in front of you.

“Good Morning”, the trio responded in unison, looking at you and then at the book.

“So I take it you want to get to know who your secret admirer is, then?”, Harry was the first one to speak.

You looked at him – Hermione must have told them everything, but it didn’t really surprise you.

“Well, you know I’m a sucker for adventures and mysteries.”, you shrugged, going back to your beloved book.

Harry, Ron and Hermione went back and forth on how this was a bad idea, how someone could be tricking you or how, if it was in fact T. Riddle, how bad of a guy he’d be for you.

You let them talk, too caught up in your book to respond. It’s your decision after all, not theirs. You didn’t notice the blue green eyes watching you with happiness. They in fact belonged to the very person you’d want them to belong to – a handsome, raven haired boy, dressed in his Slytherin robes.

She really is reading the book, Tom thought, trying to suppress the warm feeling rising in his chest. With doing that, you gave him the clear sign that you accept his way of courting you.

The bell rang, signalling the beginning of the first lesson – Potions with Slytherin. Together with your friends you made your way down into the dungeons, taking a seat beside Hermione as the lesson began.

You were nervous, you expected something to happen. You expected a new clue from your secret admirer, after you brought the book with you today. Just as you thought you’d have to wait longer a little paper origami bird landed in front of your seat, squeaking silently at you to open it. You looked up, trying to get a glimpse of the Sender to no avail. Slowly, you folded the paper open and there, scribbled in the same neat handwriting from yesterday was a single quote,

‘Zufällig naht man sich. Man fühlt, man bleibt und nach und nach wird man verflochten’

(‘They become closer by chance. They feel like they stay and gradually they become intertwined ’)

- T

It was a quote from Faust. Your heart missed a beat, as you frantically looked around the classroom again, trying to finally find a face to match the words.

T.., you thought. Could it really be you, Tom?, you asked yourself, as you watched the beautiful raven haired boy working away on his potion.

You were completely oblivious to the sceptical look of your friends, as you returned to your work with a smile. Unknown to you, also Tom smiled, happy you slowly took the hint.

After the lesson ended, you and your three friends left for the next one. The trio was caught up in a busy conversation walking in a fast pace, while you trailed slowly behind them, daydreaming. As you were out of hearing reach, a familiar voice sounded behind you, quoting again from Goethe.

“Verweile doch, du bist so schön” (Ah, linger on, thou art so fair!), he said as you stopped in your tracks. “Das ist die wahre Liebe, die immer und immer sich gleich bleibt, wenn man ihr alles gewährt, wenn man ihr alles versagt.“ (This is true love that stays the same over and over again if you give it everything, if you deny it everything.)

You turned around, now face to face with your secret admirer. He slowly stepped towards you until he stood right in front of you. Tom Riddle.

“Hast du einen Menschen gern, so musst du ihn verstehen. … Schau mit Liebe und Verzeih’, denn am Ende bist du selbst nicht fehlerfrei.“( If you like a person, you have to understand him…. look at him with love and forgiveness, because in the end you are not error-free yourself.), you finished his Faust quote, now starring with awe into his mesmerizing eyes.

„I’m so happy you accepted“, Tom whispered, softly cradling your cheek in his hand.

„How could I not? You had me from the start.“, you replied, leaning into his hand.

Just as Tom opened his mouth to say something else, a shout of your name resounded in the corridor. It was Ron.

“(Y/n), are you coming?”, Harry now shouted. The trio came back around the corner to get you, however they halted, gasps leaving their mouths at the scene in front of them.

Tom scowled; his plan disrupted by your nosy friends. You looked at him sadly, the beautiful moment was ruined and you thought he’d just leave without another word. However, his eyes met yours again, as he planted a soft kiss on your cheek.

“Await my letter tonight, beautiful”, Tom whispered, leaving you standing there with your heart in your throat and mouth agape, as your friends caught up to you.

Your fingers glided over the spot his lips grazed just seconds ago, before your friends dragged you away to the next classroom, scolding you for fooling around with Tom Riddle. They didn’t like him, you didn’t know why and it hurt they didn’t take a moment to think about your feelings.

The rest of the day went by in a blur, for you couldn’t concentrate on anything.

Await my letter, beautiful, resounded over and over in your head.

During dinner you nearly forgot to eat, too caught up sharing shy looks with your secret admirer – Tom – sitting at the other side of the Great Hall, while your friends stared daggers at him. You had an argument with Harry and Hermione after the incident in the hallway, for they didn’t like Tom at all, too blind do notice, how much they hurt your emotions in the process. Ron however did notice this and tried to talk some sense into them, getting them to finally calm down.

As night time finally approached, you laid in your bed, reading - your fellow dormmates already asleep. A small tap on your window pulled you from your thoughts and there was an owl, dressed in a beautiful gown of black shiny feathers, with a letter in her beak. You jumped from your bed, careful to not wake your friends, as you opened the window. You took the letter from the owl, and with a small nod, she flew away out into the cold night air.

Your hands shook, as you opened the letter with anticipation. Your eyes skimmed the words,

Dearest lioness of mine,

I deeply regret how our meeting was cut short today. Every second of this damned day I longed to touch your soft face again, to look into those beautiful eyes of yours. I know that we didn’t get enough time to talk properly, for your friends always seem to get in my way.

I know that my next request is highly indecent, forgive me for this, but I fear that I may go insane if I don’t get to see you right now. If you may give me the pleasure, I’d love to take you somewhere tonight – just the two of us. I truly thirst for your affection, I am burning to feel your touch on my skin. Let me take you with me, meine Liebste (my dearest love). Just the two of us.

By the time this letter has reached you, I am already standing outside of your common room. Take your book with you.

Don’t keep me waiting,

- T. Riddle.

You all but jumped out of your bed, throwing on some clothes, picking up your book before sprinting down to the portrait hole. And sure enough there he stood, patiently waiting for you. His whole face lit up as you stepped out of your common room, looking as beautiful as ever. Your hair framed your face perfectly, your eyes, oh your beautiful eyes sparkled with delight.

Tom kissed the back of your hand, an old-fashioned gesture, but oh so sweet at the same time. As he stood upright again, you stepped forward, repeating what he did earlier that day – kissing his cheek. He blushed as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, before he intertwined your hands, whisking you away into the dark corridors to the room of requirements.

It provided you with a small cosy living room – a beautiful couch in front of a lit fireplace. You talked about everything and nothing at once, realizing that you have unbelievably much in common, while gradually cuddling closer to each other. Tom, for the first time ever, felt alive – with you in his arms he felt as if he was truly invincible, unmatched. He felt so unbelievably content in this moment, he’d never want it to end.

A comfortable silence engulfed both of you, as you snuggled into his side. You looked up at him as he stared into the fire and you couldn’t decide what fascinated you the most; the strong jawline or the slightly angled brows that made such a perfect match to the straight ridge of his nose.

As you snuggled further into his chest, he smiled and looked down at you.

“So, how is your new book?”

“Marvelous.” You murmured against his chest, enjoying how his chest rose with every breath he took. “I didn’t know you were fluent in german, though”.

“What can I say? It is a very interesting language,” Tom chuckled, as his arm wound itself tighter around your middle.

“True.” You grinned and looked up at him. “Every word just seems to hold much more meaning behind it than you’d think”.

Tom carefully reached his other hand down and cradled your cheek, making you meet his gaze.

“Es muss von Herzen kommen, was auf Herzen wirken soll”, (What should work on hearts must come from the heart) Tom whispered.

You smiled and blushed a bit, as the way he looked at you made your belly tingle and your heartbeat quicken. You bit your lip carefully as you let your hand slide up and down his broad chest, and to your joy he relaxed to your touch.

He groaned as you leaned up to kiss him, your nails scratching at the skin of his neck. His hands squeezed your waist, as he fought for dominance in the kiss. Slowly one of his hands wandered up to your breast, making you moan. The sound was absolutely divine and that set him off. By now you could feel how moist you were between your legs and your desire to feel him inside you was nearly burning you.

As your hand cupped his growing bulge in his pants you kissed up and down his neck, before returning to kiss him once again and you happily opened your mouth to welcome his hungry and exploring tongue. Tom was already rock hard and as you moved to sit across his thighs your other hand started to rub him, slowly and teasingly. The way his hands grabbed your buttcheeks and squeezed them showed you his approval of what you were doing. You smiled against his lips as you unbuttoned his shirt, shoving it off his shoulders. He did the same to you, undressing you carefully and exposing your full naked body to his lustful gaze. Slowly you sank down on your knees in front of the couch, taking his pants and undergarments with you. Tom smirked as he saw your awestruck expression at seeing his cock, but his mouth soon turned into an O-shape as you slowly started to stroke him up and down in a sensual motion.

“Oh my, little dove, you know how to use your hands…” he growled as he leaned back to rest his head against the couch. “If you continue like this I’m going to cum soon”,

“Wouldn’t that be great?” you mused, adding little pressure as your thumb slid along the biggest vein and over the tip.

“It would, but I’d like to fuck you first before we get there.” Suddenly he picked you up, setting you in his lap, as you continued to stroke him. He moaned as his mouth searched for your breasts, and one of his hands slid over your hip and down between your legs. “And it seems like you would to…”

“I certainly would like to.” You breathed as his fingers circled around your clit in a skilled motion.

“Lay down, beautiful, I’d like a taste before we do that,” Tom grinned and moved you down on the couch, and you didn’t hesitate to spread your legs for him. He kissed your thigh, biting your soft skin before his lips finally surrounded your clit, followed with long and playful strokes with his tongue.

Your moans fuelled him and as he let two fingers slide inside you and tease that sensitive spot, you buried your hands in his hair, driven crazy by his talented tongue. He didn’t have to use much time to get you there and soon you were rocking your hips against his tongue, out of breath as your climax approached. With one angled and aimed thrust with his fingers against your swollen and sensitive spot inside your walls he sent you off, his fingers pumping in and out of you while his tongue licked over your clit in the same rhythm as the contractions of your orgasm.

“How can you be so good at this?” you whispered as you came down from your climax, threading your fingers through his hair.

“I just like the taste of my pleased woman,” he grinned, his chin moist after licking you.

“Your woman?”, you asked, smiling. He simply nodded while wiping his face with his free hand before he kissed your thighs again

“You taste absolutely fantastic.” Tom breathed, gaze lustblown, as he held his slick coated fingers up to your mouth. Your obliged his silent command, and sucked them clean, holding his gaze through it.

You made sure to use your tongue to tease him, and he looked at you with playful and desiring eyes.

“You beautiful, naughty creature. All mine now”, Tom moaned.

“All yours.” you said as you slid down his body till you reached his cock. Playfully you kissed the shaft from balls to tip, before your mouth slowly slid down. You hollowed your cheeks as you sucked his cock, making Tom’s hands tangle in your hair. This encouraged you, and his delightful moans as you slid further down the shaft were like music in your ears. Slowly you licked along his shaft with your tongue and as you tilted your head to look up at him, you saw a man completely lost in pleasure; the way his muscled torso flexed with his shortened breaths was a divine sight, and as his eyes met yours, a shiver ran down your spine.

His hands gently tugged on your hair and you knew you had pushed him to the brink as you hesitantly let him go. Although his salty pre-cum tempted you to just push him over the edge, you returned onto his lap and let your hands slide over his chest and broad shoulders.

Tom kissed you, and as he did so he gently pushed you down onto him, his cock grazing your pussy lips.

“Now I’m going to fuck you slowly and enjoy each inch of you till I can’t hold back anymore.” He moaned as he broke the kiss. He then kissed and sucked the skin on your neck, leaving marks, and with a smooth move, he was inside you.

You moaned out loudly as Tom instantly hit your g – spot. It stung a bit, for his cock was fairly large – your pussy clamped down on him. But he didn’t rush you; he started with long and slow moves, allowing you to get used to his size. You held your arms around him, moving your hips with his moves and soon you could take all of his length. And as promised, he fucked you slowly, savouring every single jolt of electricity you both felt. The pleasure was unbelievable, engulfing both of you in a warm and hot embrace. While he still marked your skin, you started scratching his back with your nails, leaving angry, bleeding streaks of red.

One of his hands cupped one of your breasts and you moaned loudly as he sucked on your nipple – it felt so good. Tom’s arms tried to get you impossibly close to him.

“Do you like this, my little dove?” he whispered in your ear, slowly picking up the pace now, while adoring every little whimper that left your mouth.

“Y-yes! Oh Tom, yes!”, you breathed, amazed by how he made you feel on fire.

“Your pussy feels soo good. Soo tight”, he growled as he bit on your earlobe.

“You make me feel so good, Tom. So good”, you hissed as his pace kept picking up.

“Mmmmh yes I’m fucking you soo good, making sure you’ll never forget me.” You could feel his smile against your neck.

“Please! Merlin, please Tom! Make me cum on your cock”, you breathed, angling your hips to let him go deeper and rub harder against that one spot.

“You’ll be the death of me”, he breathed, something about his hoarse voice telling you that he wasn’t far from coming.

Suddenly a powerful feeling surrounded both of you. You felt pure ecstasy as Tom’s magical powers reached out to yours, engulfing you in an embrace of powerful love. Yours did the same to him, before they both joined as one mighty force, binding you to each other.

You both moaned loudly at the new strange sensation, feeling on fire as both of your souls connected. The feeling of pleasure became unbearably much and suddenly the tingling knot in your stomach unhinged.

“Tom!”, you let out a high pitched scream, as your orgasm washed over you. Your pussy walls clenched tightly, trying to milk Tom of his fertile seed. He too groaned loudly,

“Mmh yes (Y/N)…you’re mine now!”. His semen shot deeply into your womb, marking you in the most intimate way possible. The magic engulfing both of you slowly dissipated, leaving the both of you to bask in the comfortable after glow.

Slowly Tom pulled out of your spent pussy, before conjuring a blanket to cover yourselfs as you laid down on the couch. Slowly you looked up at him, and as your eyes met it felt as if there was now a connection, binding you to the other. A strange sensation erupted in your hearts, as you shared a last kiss before cuddling close again. Tom summoned the book he gifted you with, stroking your hair while softly reading you to sleep.

“Schön ist die Liebe, wenn sie echt ist” (Love is beautiful, if it is true) Tom read the last line, before he too fell asleep with you in his arms.

A Little side note from me,

I’m from Austria so I’m logically fluent in german. Another fun fact about me, I adore Goethe’s works soo much, it was a great and fitting inspiration for this work. If you have any questions about german language or anything like that, feel free to ask!

- ingeniouscollectionthing

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Guys I feel like there is not NEARLY enough appreciation for Wattpad fanfiction

So, i made a list of some of my favorite. (spoiler alert, they’re all Drarry)

https://www.wattpad.com/story/215830923-heartbreak-warfare "You know what I think?" Harry leaned across the table. "I think you're afraid. You don't take risks like us Gryffindors." He scoffed. "Please, you Gryffindors are all wand-waving and no spell." Harry grinned, settling back into his seat. "Not me. I always follow through." "Prove it." Harry stood up and walked around the table. He leaned over Draco, one hand no his chair and the other on the table. Their faces were a mere inch apart, so close that Draco could see flecks of brown in his emerald eyes. "I don't see any follow-through," Draco taunted. And then Harry kissed him. Harry's hands fell to his shoulders so quickly that Draco teetered on his seat. Draco reached up and grabbed Harry's shirt in an attempt to catch his balance which resulted in the two boys falling to the ground with Harry on top. Harry's cheeks were red with embarrassment as he tried to get up. All he managed to do was knee Draco in the leg. Draco put his hands on Harry's hips. "Stop. Let me." In one fluid motion, Draco flipped them around so he was kneeling above Harry. "And for future reference," Draco smirked, bringing his lips down to brush against his. "I'm always on top."

I ADORE this fic and its very wholesome, but there is a bit of angst thrown in because I cannot resist suffering

https://www.wattpad.com/story/7815104-black-truth And, with bated breath, Draco traced the silver line down one more step in the family tree. Draco Lucius Malfoy... the third full blooded Veriae in the Malfoy family... and future life mate of Harry Potter. HD SLASH No HBP

This fic is a bit more focused on their relationship then the actual story, but i really enjoy it and would give it a read. creature inheritance AU

https://www.wattpad.com/story/75929922-let%27s-help-each-other When two rivals are forced to speak, so as to not die of boredom, a mutual friendship is born. But when Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter both reveal secrets that not even their friends know, they strive to help each other in any way possible. It starts off on the train ride home after 6th year (This is a story my friend and I made together by role play texting, but I'm going to make it in bookish form. This is an original story)

The angst is REAL in this one. its a bit of a slow burn, and it has a sequel that ill link below this description. its fairly popular, but its very fluffy and angsty. It’s also the first Drarry or not smut fanfiction I ever read, so it holds a special place in my heart. https://www.wattpad.com/story/77144814-life-after-the-war-sequel-to-%27let%27s-help-each

https://www.wattpad.com/story/108594743-hold-my-hand A Potions accident gone wrong leaves Harry and Draco holding hands for a month. The two enemies are forced to share a room, sit at tables together, and share classes. Tensions rise, but will the two prevail? And can they become more than just enemies?

This one makes me very happy, and we get lots of supportive friends and good Slytherins. All of this authors writing is wonderful, and lots of it makes me cry.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/63106512-emotions-a-drarry-fanfic Draco is walking the corridors of Hogwarts at some ridiculously late hour. He runs into none other than Harry Potter himself. A situation occurs leaving both boys hexed. When one of them feels an emotion, so does the other. They are emotionally linked.

It’s not the best i’ve read in this AU, but it is very good and its good for a shorter, fluffier read.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/32628779-irresistible-poison-drarry A Harry/Draco SLASH romance. Under the influence of a love potion, Draco learns that poison doesn't always bring death -- there are other ways to suffer and live. Chemical emotion runs feverish as Harry and Draco discover the intoxication of love. Written by a remorseless slash girl *g*, this story explores the intricate relationship between Harry and Draco.

This fic is a republished version of an Ao3 fic, but its still very good. The ending is a bit ambiguous and the language is a little complex, but i highly recommend it if you have more time. slow burn and ANGST.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/188763457-malfoy-flavor Harry's ready to banish the Golden Boy image and take charge of his life. Unfortunately for him, or fortunately, there are surprises in store for him. Original Author: Vorabiza on Ao3

This one is long, but it features snape as harry’s dad, smart harry, and some fake identity action. Takes a bit to read, but is very enjoyable and will make you cry every time.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/97482231-the-secrets-in-his-eyes At a meeting with the DA, all is going well until Ron accidentally hits Harry with a charm that brings his worst nightmare to life. WARNING: Mentions of Abuse

This is more of a broken up one shot kind of story, and it focuses much more on the reactions of friends and family to Harry’s childhood. Very sad and angsty, but I highly recommend it and it would be cool to build off of.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/128474583-in-his-shadow Harry Potter, the second son to the Alpha James Potter and his Beta wife Lilly. He himself turns out to be a Omega, much to the displeasure of his parents. And when he gets sorted into Hufflepuff and fucks up a relationship with his first possible mate, his family hates him more then ever. But he determent to restore what he broke. Draco Malfoy, the only child of Lucius Malfoy, and his late wife, Narcissa. He is an Alpha, like his father and laid his eyes on 'tiny Harry', and is determent to make the Omega for himself. There will be some drama, Harry will get new parents, and who liked 'the courting', I am sure you will like this book too, it has new and old ships (#wolfstar!)

This is one of the only good Wattpad A/B/O du=ynamic fic’s ive read, but i like it because Harry is exempt from the chosen one category. The characters feel diffrent, but have similar personaities.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/76864552-blackberry-jam-a-drarry-fanfiction 12-year-old Harry and Draco are evacuated from London during the Blitz, and through a logistical error, end up sharing not only a home but a bed. Follow them as they grow up against the backdrop of the war, discovering who they really are and slowly falling in love. Drarry/Harry Potter Fanfiction. WWII Muggle AU. Mild smut, warnings for some thoughts of self harm/suicide. 36K words.

THIS FIC MAKES ME WANT TO CRY CONSTANTLY, ITS SO GOOD AND EXPLORES COMING TO TERMS WITH YOUR IDENTITY, AND HOW IT FEELS TO LIVE IN SECRET. Super slow burn, its long but hot damn is it good. my absolute favorite of this list.

Here is my Wattpad Drarry list, so you can see all the ones I like. Generally Ao3 has better fics, but there are some GEMS on Wattpad. https://www.wattpad.com/list/903145930

#drarry fic rec #fic rec #wattpad #ao3

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A/N: OPA! Hey this isn’t the best but I’ll have part seven up next!

The Marriage: Part Six Four Five

There was a bubble we had in Vegas, and I was scared it was going to break. We went to the Bellagio to watch the fountain, cirque du soleil, and Harry won a pretty penny gambling. I was glad I brought my polaroid camera with me to take photos of us. I loved it, I felt like we were an actual couple, I mean we were – but we weren’t at the same time. It was Sunday, and we were already back in our apartment. We still had our bubble until Monday. Harry was helping me put my clothes in in his room, I’m sorry, our room. He just enjoyed looking at all my panties.

“You’re such a boy.” I laughed as he opened each folded pair. I didn’t have as many clothes as Harry so, we just shared a dresser at this point. I had hung up some of our polaroid photos on the fridge and we made dinner together. I felt full, I mean I couldn’t tell him I loved him yet, I was waiting, maybe to see how the bubble would pop. Maybe it would fuck up everything if I said it. Everything was going to fucking good, at any point, I could feel it all come coming down.

“What’s going on, Darling?” Harry was pouring me a glass of wine before sitting next to me on the couch. “You’ve been here but not here for a while now.”

“I’m just,” I closed my eyes. I was picking at my food which probably made him feel weird too. “I’m scared because the past few days have been so good, that it’s just going to get bad again.” I could feel his eyes on me, his features were soft when I looked over at him. “It’s stupid I know.”

“It’s not stupid, Aimee, you know that.” I shrugged, and he moved the plate from my lap then pulling me into his lap. “You’re fine to think that, I’m scared too. How about this, we can set up some rules.”

“Rules?” I sighed and felt his lips on my neck.

“Yeah, to keep this our safe place, a place where we feel like we did in our hotel room.”

“With rougher sex, right?”

“Oh yeah, I still remember you’re not allowed to cum.” I giggled, and he pulled me into him closer. “So, let’s set up some rules, go get a notepad.” Which I did and came back to Harry moving our plates to the kitchen. “We’ll eat later.” We sat on the floor from each other on the coffee table. And we wrote rules.

“No going to bed angry, because you’ll just act like nothing happened, which pisses me off more.” He nodded, laughing and wrote it down.

“No holding it in, you do that, it pisses me off. Just talk to me.” Harry added, and I agreed. The list went on, though there were a few jabs at each other. Like asking Harry to stop eating my leftovers (didn’t make the list). Harry was a neat freak so asking me to put my shoes away (didn’t make a list). At this point it was just us being petty. But it did go down to a few main rules. No going to bed angry, talk about it, a date night every week, and lastly take time alone. Which I really enjoyed, I loved my time alone, especially when I was drowning myself with one screenplay. Harry brought over the food and we ate.

I was so tired from being in the sun in Vegas, I ended up falling asleep on the couch. I woke up to Harry in a towel, it was so nice not hearing the shower. He bent down and kissed me and quickly got dressed. I looked over at his clock and saw that I still had an hour until I had to be up. I just watched him get ready, he was very particular. He was wearing navy pants with a light pink shirt, he was fixing his hair in the mirror. Then putting on his rings, except he kept his wedding ring on.

“Have a good day, I love you.” He walked over to me and kissed my lips, as usually both his hands on my face. He had on his cologne, which just took me back to our wedding night. He left, and I got up to shower and read a text from Simon:

Simon: Can we skip class today, it’s just a movie we’ve seen.

I agreed and showered and quickly got dressed in a sweater and leggings. It only took a second for Simon to get over here. I needed to fill him in on so much. Simon walked in and I instantly just started telling him everything. He’s the first person I’ve told. It was like word vomit coming out. He was sitting on the couch and I was standing pacing telling him about the wedding, and Harry telling me he loved me, and how I thought I loved him, the rules, just everything.

“Holy shit!” Simon said after I stood in front of him. “Are you sure you love him, or do you love the idea of him?” It clicked. I started pacing again. I could feel an anxiety attack coming on. “Like think about it Aimee, as many times as Harry blown you off, and he’s telling you all this now.”

“Simon…” My hands were in my hair and I could pull it out. “Like a few months back, when I asked him to come to my movie critique and he forgot but he came home drunk and slept with that Lacey girl.” I hated that night, I was pissed at Harry for a week. Harry lied to me and said he was busy grading, Harry doesn’t use social media, neither do I, but Simon does. He was at a frat party drunk, when I asked him to come to something important. He was all over this girl’s snapchat getting drunk, kissing her on the mouth, then came home to me like nothing happened.

“Or that time get got mad at you for flirting with someone, like he owned you.” Simon stood up and we were both fuming. I was at a bar with Simon a few months back, I was very drunk off apple martini’s and was talking to some random guy. And I, a very flirty drunk, was flirting, I was single, wasn’t going to do anything, and Harry pulls me out of the bar and takes me home. We had a huge argument about how he treats me and how he doesn’t get to control me.

“Fuck, what the fuck!” I yelled, “How can he just be all soft and perfect like he has been?”

“He wants in your pants?” Simon suggested. Then I told him about the fucking part, something I left out. I told him about how good the sex was with him, how fucking amazing he felt, how beautiful his cock was. “He wants in your pants.”

“I’m so annoyed right now,” I started putting on my shoes and Simon looked at me like I’m crazy. Which I’m sure I was, I wanted to go confront him right now. “I just, what time is it? He has an hour break and a lunch I wanna fucking talk about it now.” Simon walked towards me.

“You know I’m just playing devil’s advocate, right? I love you and Harry together.” Simon admitted, but it didn’t help. He would hurt me, a lot and didn’t know he was doing it. “Aimee, you’re really not going to do this?”

“We’re just going to talk.”

“Talking for you is yelling, you can be a hot head.” I shook my head and Simon followed after me as I locked the door. Simon walked with me towards campus. It was ten which means Harry was free until one. I needed to talk to him. I need that instant gratification and I’m not taking his ‘not right now Aimee’ at all.

I hated the English building, it was gross, they were all stuck up, and I could see Paige talking to Harry. Which pissed me off more, because he slept with her, and still talks to her – but makes up the excuse for me. I was tunnel vision, b-lining towards Harry with Simon’s heavy feet behind me.

“Hey, love.” Harry spoke but his soft features quickly changed as he saw my face, and probably Simon’s behind me. “What’s wrong?”

“Can we talk?” I glanced over at Paige, “In private.” I spoke between my teeth, I was seething. I needed answers about all of those now. I needed to know if he was lying, I have no idea what I really needed from him, maybe I needed him to seal his fate of if I was in love with him or not.

“We can do this at home, right?” He looked sternly at me, he was getting upset for me being upset – the audacity.

“No.�� I blinked at him and I felt his hand on my forearm and we were hastily walking down the hall into an empty classroom.

“What the fuck has you so riled up.”

“Why are you a liar?” I asked, I felt so bold, and angry. I always got into his face even though I was a foot smaller than him. “God, are you just buttering me up to fuck me?”

“What the fuck is going on, Amelia!?” His hands were on his hips and I was getting us toe to toe.

“You know that night you were gonna come see my movie, and you lied and fucked Lacey?” He shook his head and opened his mouth to speak, “Shut up. You’re so quick to lie to me, it’s so easy for it come out, this has been more than once.”

“Aimee, that was months ago.”

“A month isn’t a long time when you told me you loved me. How can you lie to someone you love? Mr. I would hate if you got hurt.” He was racking his fingers through his hair.

“Amelia, who the hell made you this angry.”

“Or that time you pulled me out of a bar and got mad at me because I was flirting, why did you get to have all the fun and I didn’t?”

“Amelia Sara, what is going on?”

“You act all nice to me now, for what, so you get to fuck me?”

“You really think that huh?” He was laughing, but it was his arrogant laugh, and it pissed me off more. “You think me telling you all that on Saturday was me trying to fuck you? God, you’re really something, Amelia.” He started to walk towards the door.

“We’re not done.”

“You’re not done, I am done. I have work to do; I don’t have time to fight with a child.” He left, and I was just standing there fuming. I walked out to see Simon leaning against the wall opposite of us. We started walking, and I was ranting about everything. There was a time that I caught Harry telling another girl that he wasn’t doing anything, but he was hanging out with me.

+ + +

One Year Ago

Harry was on his phone, something normal when I would make him watch some avant garde film. I was doing homework in his room since he was the only person I knew with a Netflix subscription. (Well with a Netflix subscription who would let me screw up with algorithm). He was massaging my feet while I laid with my laptop at the end of the bed. It was nice, it was moments like these were Harry would bring back those old feelings I had of him. His phone kept dinging and it was annoying me.

“Wanna you know, turn it off?” I asked looking back at him and he nodded not looking away from his phone. He felt him let go of my foot and his weight leaving the bed.

“I’ve got to wee.” He coughed, he was just getting over a bad flu I nursed him through. I sat up against his bedframe and felt a but nosey. Which is awful – he would probably never do this to me, but I am a nosey bitch. His phone was still vibrating next to me. There was a number, no saved contact. So, I opened it. There were about six nudes and Harry responding, ‘I’m up to nothing’. Nothing? I mean yeah, we’re doing nothing, but he was going to ditch me for a girl? I felt queasy, I know I shouldn’t have looked, and I’m not his girlfriend, not even close. I started gathering my things into my backpack and saw him walking back

“Where ya’ goin’, Pet?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowing together.

“Simon texted me, he’s having an issue with his camera, so I’m going to help him.” I felt gross, my hands were sweating, I wasn’t one to lie.

“Okay, you want me to tag along? Haven’t seen you for a while.”

“I was with you for a week, it’s okay we’re not going to be doing anything.” I ran my fingers through my hair before slipping my vans on. “We’ll pretty much be doing, nothing.” He nodded and pulled me into a hug. He didn’t even notice how I said it. Nothing.

+ + +

Simon and I went to grab a bite to eat, Simon tried to remind me all the good times Harry and I had, how much I would tell Simon I liked him. Oh god, the moment I knew I had a crush on Harry it was all over.

“You were all over Harry,” Simon laughed, and I could feel my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

+ + +

Four Years Ago

“I have to show off my nipples,” I laughed as Lucy picked out this super tight mini dress from my closet. “Or is that weird?” I second guessed myself. There was a party at Harry’s frat house, and I wanted to show off. Lucy and I deiced to get our nipples pierced together for no reason other than we thought they would look hot, and we were team itty bitty titty.

“No, you look fucking hot.” Lucy grinned as I slipped on some heeled booties. I pulled my hair up to a ponytail and threw on some mascara. Lucy and I lived about ten minutes from the frat house from our dorm room, so it didn’t take us long. I was just excited about seeing Harry again. I gave myself this stupid rule about no dating in college, but nothing about not having sex.

We were quickly rushed inside, and I rushed to get a drink from the kitchen, something sweet and strong. I saw Simon talking to Harry, perfect timing. Harry was unbelievably hot, long hair, English major, cute smirk. I want to ride him into the sunset, then probably make him my best friend. He was funny, kind, sweet, the whole nine.

“Hey,” I grinned at the two boys and Harry was instantly looking at my chest (bingo!). Harry had a huge smirk on his face and I felt so good about it.

“Nice nipples, Aimee.” Simon laughed and walked away from the two of us shaking his head. I turned to Harry.

“How are yeh, love?” His stupid accent, it was so hot.

“Good and you?” Someone decided to turn up the music extremely loud causing Harry and I to step closer to each other.

“Yeh dressin’ fo’ me or sumthin’?”

“What do you mean?” I felt his fingers graze my thigh and I could feel my face get hot.

“Yeh no good at keepin’ secrets.” He whispered to me before a blonde came up to us draping her arms around Harry. He gave me small wave and I didn’t see him for the rest of the night.

+ + +

“I blame Lucy for that!” I groaned, it was evening by now and I needed a drink. We were in a bar and I saw Axel. I didn’t get the butterflies like I did when I saw him, maybe because Harry has been rocking my world for the last few days. Waking me up with morning sex before his run, convincing me to shower with him. Axel walked over to Simon and I while we were drinking beers. I don’t know why I was drinking since I was light weight, but I stopped counting after Simon grabbed tequila.

“Hey Aimee,” Axel spoke shyly giving us a small wave.

“Hey!” I said way too loudly, and I looked at the door to see Harry, Mitch, and Paige. I felt like I was on fire. I touched his arm and I felt gross doing that. Harry was rushing over to us and put his hands roughly on the table.

“Aimee, we need to talk now.” He was probably drunk. I shook my head and Axel was staring at us like we were insane.

“Congrats you two on your marriage!” Axel said awkwardly and walked away.

“You’re married?” Paige said, and I nodded at her.

“Completely married, I guess we forgot to tell you, right?” I looked over at Harry who was fuming, his eyes were dark and his hair a mess.

“Ameila.” He spoke again, and I felt his hand on my wrist. I felt my feet moving while his were, it was weird, next thing I knew we were outside, the air was getting cold from the fall coming. I could feel my chest tighten because I was so mad at him, and I don’t remember why. Because I was scared to be like those other girls? Because he would leave me behind, so I couldn’t get hurt? I don’t know. “Please what the hell, just talk to me!” His fist were in his hair and I could feel my eyes welling in eyes.

“Why are you dumping this all on me now?” I kept my hands on my cheeks so he couldn’t see my tears falling off my face. “Like, four years later, after I was just going to marry you, you bring up having sex with me, then you bring up loving me, why now?”

“Aimee, you know why.”

“Because it was a good moment? You could have told me you liked me so many times.”

I was thinking about the time he sealed the deal.

+ + +

Two Years Ago

“I hate this sweater,” Harry laughed as we walked into the frat house one last time of 2015, it was the ugly sweater party. I made his sweater as ugly as possible, so I could get a million photos.

“You’re not supposed to like it!” I giggled, Harry had already pre-gamed with rum before we left my dorm room. I loved the holidays, I loved Christmas more than only thing. Harry gave me a gift and made sure I couldn’t open it until Christmas, which I was excited for. I wanted him to open his, it was a rose ring that I found at a vintage shop on Venice.

Harry and I have been jumping from person to person before ending up under a mistletoe. ‘Crash’ by Dave’s Mathew’s band.

“I’m drunk, and that sweater looks sexy on yeh.” Harry mumbled and touched my hips. I looked up and he looked up with me. “I guess I have ta kiss yeh, eh?” I grinned, and he put both his hands on my face and pressed his lips to mine. He was gentle about it, licking my lips, sucking on my bottom lip. I moaned into his mouth and he pulled me closer to him.

“Yeh know, I’m not gonna be kissin’ anyone on New Year’s, so I’m gonna count that as my New Year’s kiss.” He grinned, and I could feel my face burn, I was probably the same color as my sweater.

+ + +

He was frustrated, with me and I just needed to speak up. I didn’t know what I wanted to say.

“I’m fucking scared, Harry.” I admitted, and he walked closer to me. “You tell me all those things about how you feel about me, and then I see you with all those other girls, how am I supposed to feel?”

“Drunk or sober, it’s always fucking you Aimee. It’s been you for the last fucking four years. How can you not get it through your thick skull of yours? You’re so fucking thick.” He was cupping my face in his hands, harshly whispering at me. “I know actions speak louder than words, but all those girls I was fucking thinking of you, and how I’d rather be with you, fucking you, all that shit.”

“I love you, and I’m scared you’re just gonna be like the last guy I was with.” I whispered, and I could feel him stiffen. “The last guy I said that to was like you, a mess, but don’t get me wrong I love your mess, but he told me I was too much and -” His lips took over my mouth and I melted into him.

“All this for that?” He whispered, and I nodded. “You’re one for dramatics. But I’m not like the last guy, you’re not like any of those girls. Just me and you baby. Always.”

#Harry Styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfic #tm*#them

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Historical AU Fic Recs

I was asked by @zsolounamanzana to recommend some historical fics (sorry love, I accidentally deleted your ask!). I don’t actually read historical AUs that often, so I will probably end up recommending ones you already know, but here’s a bunch I really liked. I hope there’s some here for you:

Threadbare by kiwikero / @icanhazzalou

Harry Styles was eight years old when Louis Tomlinson kept him from falling into a machine in a Manchester textile mill.

He was 18 years old when nothing, not even the threat of death, could keep Harry from falling in love with Louis.

Howls Like A Beast (You Flower, You Feast) by @indiaalphawhiskey

France, 1754. Château de Versailles.

“You don’t love me,” Louis had said, utterly blasé as he callously fractured the heart of a Harry that was just barely eighteen.

“I do,” Harry had insisted pleadingly, green eyes already watering.

Louis had rolled his eyes, exasperated and flippant in the way only beautiful, young boys could be when faced with the affections of a baby prince. He had run his finger down Harry’s cheek then, had forced him to look into his eyes as he delivered the final blow.

“You’ll change your mind once you’ve seen more of the world,” Louis had teased, pressing a brutally delicate kiss onto Harry’s lovely, pure cheek. “Once you’ve been properly defiled.” He had whispered filthily, delighted by the gasp he heard, the frantic pink blush that had rested high on Harry’s cheeks, the power he had felt at knowing he could make the Crown Prince squirm.

To Honor by Awriterwrites / @a-writerwrites

#46. It's Getting a Little Hard

Ech day me comëth tydinges thre, For wel swithë sore ben he: The on is that Ich shal hennë, That other that Ich not whennë, The thriddë is my mestë carë, That Ich not whider Ich shal farë.

**** Each Very grievous are they One must go hence Do not know when Greatest grief Do not know whither I must go

-Unknown, Medieval English lyrics

Commander Styles leads his men to victory, but at what cost?

And down the long and silent street by whimsicule

The year is 1881 and if you’re alone in this world you might as well be dead, because starving dogs have no mercy.

Or: Wherein Louis and Harry are on the opposite ends of the social ladder, but their paths still cross on the filthy streets Louis calls his home. The odds are staked against them from the beginning, and even more when Louis' past finally catches up with him.

Atlas At Last by @louisandthealien

He doesn’t know what he had been expecting out of the road trip itself besides burping contests and too much shitty gas station food with Oli and Stan, but in the brief moment before Harry ambles up his driveway, Louis idly wonders if this is about to become some sort of Gay Coming of Age story.

Maine to California in ten days. In which Zayn’s an open-shirt hippie they meet somewhere in Ohio, Liam’s the pastor’s son running away from home, and Niall’s the number they call on the bathroom wall.

It’s 1978. Harry and Louis are just trying to get to San Fran in time for the Queen concert.

No One Like You by myownspark / @myownsparknow

Dear Niall,

I was glad to have the chance to talk with you again at the AHA conference. Your idea that the Musee D’Orsay Tomlinson painting is in fact not a self-portrait is an intriguing one, and I may have discovered something that will have a bearing on that theory.

Some background: as you may remember, I’ve been researching for a book I’m writing about Harry Styles. I’ve been in communication with Styles’ last living descendant, who is in possession of a trunk that her family believed to have belonged to Styles himself. It held some personal items she presumes to be his, including two unmounted paintings and a small collection of letters.

Upon spending the last few days in Provins studying these items, I believe there to be a connection between Tomlinson and Styles, and I would very much like your opinion.

Are you up for a trip to France?

Sincerely, Liam Payne

Where Liam and Niall are art historians discovering the truth about two nineteenth century painters on opposite sides of an artistic divide.

The Man Who Saw The Devil by @metal-eye

"The Devil was staring at him.

"Louis shifted slightly in his seat and scratched the back of his neck, picking up his program and reading the title of the play again: L’homme qui a vu le Diable.

"He was wearing a satin red suit, one that certainly stood out amongst the usual greys and blacks of other Paris theatres, and instead of merely appearing the two times that the main character summoned him, this Devil followed the other men around on stage as they spoke and played cards. He kept looking over their shoulders and mocking their awkward movements, jerks and twitches compared to his own lithe prowl. The theatre audience, most readily impressed by gruesome effects and sensationalism, couldn’t take their eyes off him.

"Neither could Louis."

Paris, 1912. Louis is a frequent patron of the Theatre du Grand Guignol. Harry is a performer. Tonight he's playing the Devil.

The Case Of The (Definitely Not Haunted) Styles Mansion by Anonymous

“So there’s a sense of humor buried beneath all that condescension, huh?” Louis said when he’d stopped laughing.

“It’s not condescension, it’s intelligence. I understand you might not be able to recognize it yourself,” Marcel said, then slapped a hand over his mouth. “Oh god, I’m sorry.”

Louis stepped closer, his eyes on Marcel’s face. “For being an asshat?”

“For being rude,” Marcel said, from beneath his palm.

Louis shifted a half-step closer until he was at the very edge of Marcel’s personal space. It felt like he was nudging at it, asking to be let in. Marcel flushed hot for no reason.

“Lucky for you it takes quite a lot to actually insult me,” Louis said taking one step closer. Too close. Too close.

Marcel met Louis’ eyes. Those blue eyes that reminded Marcel of poetry instead of science, lyrics instead of formulas. They were so pretty he wanted to drown in them.

---

Or the Nancy Drew AU where Marcel is a man of logic, Louis is a private detective who believes in ghosts, and the Styles Mansion is definitely, absolutely, positively *not* haunted.

Through Eerie Chaos by MediaWhore / @mediawhorefics

For as long as anyone can remember, Old Hillsbridge Manor has always been believed to be haunted. Everyone in the village agrees and keeps a respectful, fearful, distance. New in town after a bad breakup and an internship that led to disappointment rather than a permanent job, Harry Styles figures taking pictures of the decrepit building could be a great new creative project. Or at least a much-needed distraction while he searches for a job and crashes at his parents’ new house. No one warned him about the apparitions though; about the music, the laughter, the people who flicker and vanish when you call after them, the echoes of a past that should be long gone… Harry has never believed in spirits but even he can admit that there’s something weird going on. What starts as mere curiosity evolves into a full-blown investigation and soon enough, Harry finds himself making friends with an aristocrat from the 1920s and struggling with finding the best way to tell him that he’s dead.

The Ghost Hunter AU where Niall lives to prove ghosts are real, Zayn is a skeptical librarian and Harry gets caught up in a century-old mystery and catches feeling in the process.

We’re What’s Right In This World by BriaMaria / @briannamarguerite

“Why did you talk like that in Brighton? If you weren’t planning on ever telling me?” Louis asked. “Is it because you think you’re going to die?”

“It’s war, Lou,” Harry said finally.

The words were a knife slipped between his ribs. Everything hurt and he was bleeding. He shifted up, his palms cradling Harry’s jaw, his lips against his boy’s. Not kissing, just resting there, so Louis could feel him. “Promise you’ll come back to me.”

Harry’s hands smoothed down the sides of Louis’ body. “You know I can’t do that. I’ll never lie to you.”

“Promise me. We’re going to have our cottage. And our dogs. And our breakfast in the garden where nothing grows because of the wind from the sea. Promise me.”

“I won’t.” Stubborn as always, his boy. “I’ll promise you, I’ll love you all my life. I’ll promise you, you’ll never leave my thoughts. I’ll promise you, you’re my forever and my always. But promising you something I can’t cheapens the things I can.” ---- Or the World War II AU where Harry goes off to fight and all Louis wants to do is be the boy who brings him home.

Paint The Sky With Stars by kiwikero / @icanhazzalou

On 10 April 1912, Harry Styles boards the finest ship the world has ever seen. Still grieving the death of their mother, he and his sister are being sent to America to live with a callous uncle who cares more about his business connections than family. Harry prepares himself for a long, disappointing voyage alone in his stateroom.

Louis Tomlinson has borrowed and saved, and finally has enough to purchase a Third Class ticket to America. With all of his belongings in a single ruck sack, he boards the Titanic filled with hope for a brighter future. Never one to sit still, he can’t resist exploring the massive ship, and soon goes sneaking into First Class in a stolen steward’s uniform.

By a twist of fate, Louis finds himself in Harry’s stateroom, entranced by the most attractive man he’s ever laid eyes on. He keeps returning day after day, even if he doesn’t understand what it is about Harry that continues pulling him in. That’s all right; Louis has a week to figure it out, and Harry is plenty willing to help.

Except they don’t have a week. They have four days. Because on 15 April, their entire world will be turned upside down.

Or, the historically accurate Titanic AU with a happy ending.

Say Hallelujah, Say Goodnight by @alivingfire

Louis is an angel who is just a little too bad to be good, Harry is a demon who is just a little too good to be bad, and they're both a little too in love to be impartial when angels and demons go to war.

Louis has been alive since life was a mere concept; he watched the summoning of Man into existence, he was there when Eve took the apple. He’s seen seas break the world into separate pieces, he’s watched empires crumble into dust. He’s seen wildfire consume cities, he’s seen the world painted white with snow. He has known the most beautiful humans to walk the planet, he has watched the most powerful mortals gather their riches and influence around them and then die just like the poorest, weakest humans do. He’s met humans whose motives defy explanation, people who use their lives as battering rams, as tools, as weapons, as chess pieces.

None of that stopped Louis in his tracks.

But Harry did.

If you haven’t read Butterfly Gun and you can find someone who has it downloaded (it’s been deleted), read that...it’s set in the 1940′s if I recall correctly and it’s beautifully written.

I haven’t read this one yet, but it was highly recommended to me. It’s a WIP, but the writing is apparently is finished:

Victorian Boy by DonnaHaywardsHead

Victorian AU. Harry the virgin Duke of Somerset knows little of love, while Louis the sly Duke of Warwick knows too much. When the two dukes come together for the Bilsdale fox hunt in York, Harry finds himself drawn into Louis' bed. But when secrets from Louis' dark past come to light, Harry fears that the fox isn't the only one being hunted.

This is another I haven’t had a chance to read but friends told me is wonderful:

Back To You And Tennesee by rippedgloves

Louis Tomlinson rises to rock and roll fame at age twenty three and is thrown into a life of luxury and excess, but being on stage isn’t easy for a boy who has always stuck to the side-lines, and Louis struggles to deal with his new fame as he joins the Grand Ole Opry and is sent out on tour with names like Liam Payne and Elvis Presley. His life takes a turn, however, when his childhood role model, Harry Styles, joins them on tour, and the two become closer than two men in the spotlight are allowed to be.

OR, the one where Louis is Johnny Cash and Harry is June Carter

#my fic rec #mine #larry fic rec #historical au

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Mwahaha...you asked for it. OK 2, 3, 6, 7, 9 oh man this is a lot 16, 31, 32, 33 uhhhh shoot 36, 39, 40, 44 you know what fuck it just do the whole damn list man (ps I can totes send you a shorter list this is ridiculous I just started reading the list of questions and this happened I'm so sorry)

Oh boy, I wasn’t expecting any asks on that meme anymore lol But I really wanted to do that one so thanks

Answers under the cut (bc I’m nice and won’t make everyone scroll down endlessly to finally get past this post just because I can’t keep it short for the life of me lol)

2. Favorite genre of fic?

I’m sorry that I’m so boring, but I have to say romance lol (because the right romance fics are so much better than most published romance novels). But I also love love love some other plot in it. Actually, I don’t think I really have a set favourite genre? Whatever speaks to me, basically? Many of my favourite fics aren’t really all that similar to each other. But I guess since I’m looking for romance stuff the most, it’s romance.

3. Favorite fandom?

Another tough question because I am so very indecisive, I can’t have a favourite fandom. I love many fandoms. I mean, I guess I’d have to say Harry Potter because somehow, I’m always coming back to it because there are just so many quality fic in there if you know where to look. It’s kind of also kind of one of my very first fandoms and now I’ve been in it for so long, I can’t just abandon it lol

Just fandom-wise I really really love Haikyuu because that fandom is just so nice? I mean, I’m not all that involved in any fandom I guess, which is why I miss many things and conflicts (e.g. I only found out about all the drama in the MCU fandom re Iron Man vs Cap or the drama in the Teen Wolf fandom through people I follow lol), but the worst I have witnessed in Haikyuu is how some people gave thought-out arguments (without insults) why one character is or is not coded as a “villain” type character (there was/is a dispute about one character because some hate/dislike him and others defend him). And that’s it. Other than that it’s mostly “OMG I LOVE EVERY CHARACTER AND SHIP EVERYTHING” from almost everyone in that fandom lol (or “I don’t care what you ship as long as you let me ship my stuff, ship and let ship”). It’s just really chill. It’s also the fandom that really made me a poly-shipper. Idk, man, I love that fandom.

The Yuri!!! on ice fandom is also really nice. Those people sure like to discuss and explain things lol Also, almost everyone had, literally, the same reactions to the stuff happening in it. Plus, we got a healthy, loving, explicit same-sex relationship in an anime. That’s, like, a really rare thing. The only other genre-anime I know with an explicit same-sex kind-of-relationship is No. 6, and that relationship is so friggin far from healthy it’s not funny (sorry, NezuShi fans, I am a fan of them too, but their relationship throughout the entirety of the series is not healthy by any standard, which is totally explainable by the circumstances, but seriously, they’ll have a lot of growing up to do before it can be called healthy). Anyway, I digress.

6. Favorite fic (or one of them)?

HOW CAN YOU ASK ME FOR JUST ONE

I shall give you MORE THAN ONE, because I can and I will.

Okay, so, first I just have to tell you about my first absolute favourite fic ever, which, I’m really sorry, but it’s in German and it’s a Yu-Gi-Oh! fic lol

It’s “Paw Prints - Pfotenabdrücke” by someone I’m actually following on here ( @goldandcold ) who is an amazing and talented writer and I really have to read stuff by her again asdfghjkl but atm I’m into very different fandoms and just *cries* I need more time so I can watch the stuff she’s watching and writing for lol can someone, like, gift me a hundred free hours? lol

Anyway, that fic has character death in it, which is something I usually avoid at all costs because I know myself and I know I’ll be depressed about it for at least a week if I read character death. I’m like that lol

But I did because I always make exceptions for writers I like. Well, it became my favourite fic, so I guess I can’t complain. I will always remember the last words in there

“Du bist quer über mein Herz gelaufenwie ein kleiner tollpatschiger Hund über nassen Sandund du hast überall deine Pfotenabdrücke hinterlassen”

which roughly translates to

“You walked across my heartlike a little clumsy dog across wet sandand you’ve left your paw prints everywhere”

asdfghjkl I just love those words, they resonated with me so much and asdfghjk *flails* yeah, first fave fic. (also, now I’m in nostalgia land)

Another favourite fic I love to come back to is “Eclipse” by mijan (Harry Potter this time, back then I read it on fictionalley, but the link doesn’t seem to work atm? Is fictionalley down?). I am still entranced every time I read it and whenever I start it I have to continue reading till the end because I just love it so much. The plot is so amazingly intricate and the character development is THE FRIGGING BEST I CAN’T and everything makes so much sense and asdfghjkl it is just very amazing ok. The amount of detail in that story *sigh* *must resist reading it now before all the exams*

Another two favourite Harry Potter fics are “All Our Secrets Laid Bare” and “Stop All the Clocks”, both by @firethesound. AOSLB is just amazing all around, okay, I even reblogged a rec for it here on tumblr (here). I just love it so very much omg *flails* The idea alone to make them investigate Death Eater safe houses and all the FRIGGING DETAILS IN IT!!!!!! THE DETAILS!!!! SO MUCH LOVE!!!! (yes the exclamation marks are necessary)

I wrote a rec myself for Stop All the Clocks here. Weirdly, it also has major character death in it. But, same as above, I do make exceptions for writers I really like. That fic destroyed me though. I absolutely love the parallels in that fic, too. And how it spans many years. Just. Very beautiful, very touching, very sad. Which is why it’s great that there is AOSLB. I also still have to read all the other fics because I just KNOW they’re ALL amazing

And I’m still not done with the fave fics, guys. I’m sorry I can’t keep it short *cough*

Moving away from Harry Potter... the next one is for Free! Anime again lol It’s, weirdly, another fic that doesn’t end all that happily for the romance, and the fic is “With Vega At Your Left” by threesmallcrows. It’s a different take on a soulmate AU. Like, when the person you’re in love with isn’t your soulmate. A side character also deals with an abusive soulmate. Basically, everything that can go wrong with soulmate marks. And it’s just so real. Trigger warning for attempted suicide though (and mentioned abuse - like, the abuser doesn’t appear in the fic and the abuse is only talked about and the repercussions dealt with, but nothing explicit). I love this fic a lot, but it gives me the sads.

Okay, I still have a few favourite fics but I think I need to stop here, I’ll just link to them:

The Fears are Paper Owls by yaboykeiji (Haikyuu!! Akaashi does time jumps to try to prevent Bokuto’s death - kinda like Butterfly Effect)

Savior by dgalerab (Haikyii!! / X-Men crossover - Haikyuu characters as mutants)

Safety in Silence by survivah (Teen Wolf canon divergent soulmate AU with the soulmate “condition” not necessarily being reciprocated, lots of Sterek pining and friendship and angst, really slow-burn and really sweet and cute, very fluffy too, awesome idea to make it different for different species! Also, werewolves and other species are known to humans etc)

Gravity’s Got Nothing on You by FairyLights101 (Teen Wolf Sterek pretend to be dating AU, also the-Hales-survived AU and Laura is an important character in that fic, and because the Hales survived, Allison also lives, double yay)

Seven Deaths by x-parrot (One Piece, no pairings (le gasp!), just Zorro+Sanji friendship, there’s violence (torture) in it, it’s not very explicit, but be warned)

Aaand I think I’ll stop here.

7. One-shots or longfic?

I think, if you look at my favourite fics, you have the answer lol. Many of them are 100k+, so yeah, longfic lol I love the development that is possible in longfics. I do like shorter fic too, though in my mind, one-shot just means it’s all in one chapter... and there are 20k one-chapter fics out there, you know. But! I do also like short stuff, it just doesn’t really end up being among my favourites.

9. What is the longest fic you’ve read?

Tbh, I don’t remember, but Eclipse is over 287k words long, and I’m not sure if I’ve read anything longer than that.

16. How do you feel about character death in fic?

I think I’ve answered that somewhere in that novel above lol

Usually, I avoid it like the plague because I get the sads and am down for days afterwards. It’s not that I think those fics are bad or anything. It’s just that I want happy endings lol My heart can’t take too much sad. This doesn’t change even when I make exceptions, so that’s kind of the downside I have to live with when I do lol

In published novels and movies and series etc I don’t mind character death, but fic... well, fic are different lol

31. Do you read AUs?

Yes! I used to avoid them, but then I guess some fic changed my mind lol I really love all them tropes, soulmate AUs, fake-dating AUs, police procedural AUs, you name it. For some weird reason I’m not all gung-ho about coffeeshop AUs. I don’t mind them, and I’ll read them if they’re good, but they seem kinda boring to me. (oh, and pls don’t come with a/b/o stuff at me, it squicks me immensely and I hate it)

32. Favorite AU tropes?

Fake dating! Soulmates! Specifically for Teen Wolf: Allison lives! The-Hales-Survived! Idk, there are too many lol Well, my fave is still the platonic bed sharing one (not sure if that counts as an AU trope, since it could also be written in non-AU fics). I also seem to like time travel / time jumps / time manipulation.

33. Least favorite AU tropes?

A/B/O fics. I just hate them and I don’t even wanna see them, they squick me *shudder* I mean, to each their own, and I wish it at least wouldn’t squick me that much (it’s a physiological reaction, I get the creeps and it’s almost like I feel one step away from nausea - same feeling I get when I see reader x character fic, squicks me too and is the sole reason I never visit the teen wolf tag because it’s full of those), but it does.

36. Do you like crossovers? If so, favorite crossover?

I do! But I’m kinda still new to them and they’re not my favourite thing, so I haven’t read many crossover fics yet. I really like that X-Men crossover fic I linked to, and I do like Harry Potter crossovers (like, the other characters as witches and wizards in a wizarding school). Other than that I’ve also read a really cool Criminal Minds/House MD crossover once, and a Criminal Minds/Supernatural one too, and they’re pretty cool. Guess I still have to figure out what I particularly like when it’s about crossovers.

39. Favorite AU fic?

Savior by dgalerab, as I’ve already linked above :D

This is also the fic that really got me into poly ships. The relatioship between the four characters just feels so natural as it develops, it feels like that’s how it should be. It also deals with past abuse and there is 120% consent invovled. It’s just a really good fic ok

40. Do you like fluff?

OMG I LIVE FOR FLUFF

So, yeah, I do lol I mean, I do need other stuff in it too, but I absolutely do like fics that aren’t too serious and where the conflicts aren’t life-or-death or heavy on the angst etc. Like, slice of life kind of stuff.

44. How fluffy is too fluffy?

There is never a too fluffy +_+

Okay, jokes aside, I do want a plot. A story isn’t a story when there’s no conflict, so that’s that. Though that’s the only requirement for me, really lol Otherwise it can be as fluffy as it gets.

I hope I haven’t forgotten anything lol

Rolly out

#ask meme #ask #fanfiction #it got so long omg #I'm so sorry I can't get to the point lol #brevity is not my forte #ieatmypizzawithaforkandknife

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