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ginger-lala · 5 months

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Sebastian Claus Part 1

Sebastian Sallow x OC (Olive Raywood/Sallow)

Summary: Sebastian dresses up as Santa Claus for his three children and Ominis' daughter.

CW: fluffy. really fluffy.

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Just a bit of fluff, kind of a spin-off of my fic Risk. Part 2 won't be so fluffy...

Also, you can read Olive and Sebastian's full story here!

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“Come on, by the fireplace!” Olive directed the four buzzing children running around her home.

She sat cross-legged on the floor and her youngest, Archie, climbed into her lap, poking his tongue out at his twin sister, Emma.

Olive pressed a finger to her lips, the four children in front of her doing the same as they listened carefully for the sound of twinkling bells outside.

“I wonder who that is?” Olive asked.

The three youngest, her twins Emma and Archie and Ominis and Lawson’s daughter, Noctua, each trembled with excitement, itching to see who was behind the sounds they were hearing outside the door of Olive and Sebastian’s Aranshire home.

The door knob shifted and opened carefully, the icy winter air quickly enveloping the room but the change in atmosphere was forgotten as big, clunky footsteps began to enter the house.

“It’s Santa!” Archie cried out, jumping up and down on his knees in excitement.

The three youngest of the group watched with excited eyes as the big, hairy and fat man wandered into the living room, sack full of gifts lugged over his shoulder.

“Merry Christmas!” He greeted them cheerfully, tossing the sack onto the lounge, smacking Ominis in the back of the head on the way down.

Ominis bit his tongue, not particularly wanting to curse out Ol’ Saint Nick in front of the children.

Santa Claus took a seat in the empty armchair and greeted the children with open arms, the twins and Noctua running to him, but Olive’s eldest, Eloise, reluctantly walked over and let Santa hug her.

“Well, I heard we have some very good children here this year. Have you all been good?”

Chants and promises of “yes” were heard all through the home, with a few raised eyebrows from the parents in the room, but they kept their mouths shut, watching the glistening eyes of their children as they awaited their gifts.

Santa reached into his sack and took out four large boxes.

One for Eloise, one for Emma, one for Archie and one for Noctua.

“Now, who wants to open their gift first?" Santa boomed, a twinkle in his eye.

Eloise declared she would go last, being the oldest and wisest, of course.

So Noctua, being the visitor to the home, went first, unwrapping a brand new doll with a small stroller and a change of clothes.

Archie unwrapped a brand new set of building blocks and Emma tore into her present to find a brand new set of art supplies, including sketchbooks and coloured pencils.

Finally, Eloise opened hers, a small book falling out of the box followed by a handwritten note. The note read, "To Eloise, the keeper of stories and the bearer of wisdom. You’ve read this book many times, but now it’s yours. May the tales within fill your heart with wonder and your mind with imagination. Merry Christmas.”

Eloise hid her smile as she tucked the rugged copy of Tales of Beedle the Bard behind her back, letting the younger children thank Santa and bid their farewells.

“And Merry Christmas to you, Eloise.” Santa bellowed, standing up to leave.

But Eloise jumped up and ran to Santa, wrapping her arms around his jolly tum. “Thanks, dad.”

Santa Sebastian smiled. “You’re welcome, darling. Don’t tell the other kids, yeah?”

“I promise.”

Santa Sebastian squeezed her just a little harder and waved his jolly farewells, leaving the way he came and allowing the thick snow to encroach on the threshold which had Olive rolling her eyes.

As the children played with their new toys and the heat of the fire warmed the home again after Santa’s frosty exit, Sebastian descended the stairs, watching on as the kids didn’t even realise he’d come back.

Except for his first born.

“Dad! You missed Santa!” Emma cried out, “But look what he got me!”

With a wide smile, he approached the cacophony of joyful voices and laughter, ruffling Archie's hair and admiring Noctua’s new doll. Sebastian then turned his attention to Eloise, who still held her well-loved copy of the Tales of Beedle the Bard close to her chest.

"Santa left something special for you, I see." Sebastian commented with a wide grin.

Eloise tried to hide her smile, but she failed, holding the book up for her father to see with rosy cheeks. "It's my favourite. How did Santa know?"

"Well, Santa has his ways. And sometimes, he gets a little help from someone who knows the children very well."

Eloise laughed and hugged her father tightly, feeling a warmth pulsing through her that had nothing to do with the roaring fire nearby.

Sebastian ran his fingers through his first-born’s unruly, dark-brown hair. "You've always had a way with stories, just like your old man, so I thought you might like a classic. You might look like your mum but you certainly got your penchant for reading from me."

Eloise sighed, pulling back and looking up at him with the big green eyes she inherited from her mother. "Thank you, Dad. It's perfect."

As the night wore on the children grew sleepier, the excitement of the new gifts and Santa wearing off, unable to keep sustaining them any longer.

Lawson scooped up Noctua who’d curled up next to the fireplace and dozed off and tossed her over his large shoulder, bidding the Sallow’s farewell and leaving with Ominis.

Sebastian found each of his twins on opposite ends of the room, Emma curled up with their ginger cat, Lucy and Archie on the opposite side of the room, hunched over like a snail, clearing having drifted off to sleep trying to build a tower.

He scooped them up, one twin over each shoulder and placed them in their beds, tucking them in tightly and pressing a warm kiss on each of their foreheads, wishing them sweet dreams.

Olive watched as her husband lovingly attended to their slumbering children while their eldest, still clutching her new book, followed Sebastian from room to room as he settled each child into their beds.

“What’s up?” Sebastian said as the door to Archie’s room latched closed softly.

“I thought I could read to you.” She said.

Sebastian simply beamed. “You sure? I can read it to you like I have every night since you were born.”

“Uh, liar.” She said, placing a hand on her hip.

Sebastian scoffed, feigning offence. “What do you mean liar?”

“The first summer you went to Hogwarts to teach! You weren’t allowed home so mum had to read to me.” Eloise explained, matter-of-factly.

“You remember that? You were 3!”

“I do. But anyway, I want to read to you.” Sebastian’s stubborn and apparently quite gifted child said.

Sebastian chuckled, "Alright then. What story do you have in mind?"

"How about 'The Tale of the Three Brothers'? I heard it’s my dad’s favourite."

Sebastian grinned, almost turning a bright shade of red as his daughter clicked on to his affinity for the story. "An excellent choice. Shall we?”

He gestured down the hallway and followed Eloise into her room, letting her settle into her bed before taking a seat down the end, leaning back with a yawn.

“There were once three brothers who were travelling along a long, winding road at twilight... And Death spoke to them. He was angry that he had been cheated out of three new victims, for travellers usually drowned in the river. Then the second brother, who was an arrogant man, decided that he wanted to humiliate Death still further, and asked for the power to recall others from Death. So Death picked up a stone from the riverbank and gave it to the second brother, and told him that the stone would have the power to bring back the dead…”

Sebastian smiled, listening to his daughter reading with such clarity.

He was proud of her. She was intelligent, witty, and had a way with words that made even the oldest tales feel new.

And that made him proud of himself.

As she finished up the story and closed the book, tucking it under her pillow, he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead too, just like he’d done with the twins.

“Dad?”

“Yeah?”

Eloise grinned. "Your secret's safe with me, Santa."

Sebastian laughed and kissed her once more, letting her know how loved she is.

He crept out of her room, shutting the door behind him and made his way back to the living room to greet his wife.

“So, about that Santa suit?” She asked, stretching out on the lounge with a smirk.

#sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy

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allwaswell16 · 1 year

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One Direction fics that have public displays of affection as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

—Harry/Louis—

♡ Remember Me Before You by @kingsofeverything

(E, 293k, New Girl au) Desperate to find a new place to live after he comes home to find his boyfriend cheating, Harry moves into a loft with three strangers.

♡ The Greatest Thing by @infinitelymint

(E, 163k, canon) Harry and Louis haven’t spoken since the band broke up when a dangerous combination of Niall Horan, tequila, and an ordained Elvis impersonator means that the two of them have to embark on their biggest publicity stunt to date - together.

♡ For the Right Reasons by @juliusschmidt

(E, 105k, friends to lovers) Louis may have signed up to be a contestant on the Bachelor, but he’s not interested a ring or a proposal, not from Harry, not from anyone.

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(M, 100k, fashion au) Harry’s an A-list supermodel, Louis’s his make-up artist boyfriend. They’re something of a dream team.

♡ Been Together Since Way Back When by @alivingfire

(E, 95k, uni au) the painfully realistic college au where everyone's poor, lovesick, tired of school, terrified of the future, and still having the greatest times of their lives.

♡ knock knock, i love you by beautlouis

(E, 86k, uni au) Harry and Louis get kicked out of a statistics exam for passing a knock knock joke note, and subsequently fall in love.

♡ i must admit i thought i'd like to make you mine by @disgruntledkittenface

(E, 50k, girl direction) Blindsided and scrambling to save face, Louis lets herself get talked into a fake relationship with her new friend Harry.

♡ From Dust to Lust by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom

(E, 49k, enemies to lovers) the one where Louis and Harry are fly-in-fly-out mine workers, coincidences are totally a thing, karaoke is an underrated form of foreplay, and the universe most definitely works in mysterious ways.

♡ Make It Up To You by its_my_FIC_in_a_box

(E, 37k, uni au) AU in which Harry studies History at LSE and Louis studies design at Central Saint Martin's.

♡ Hint: I want to be yours by bluegreenish / @greenblueish

(M, 11k, fwb) the one where Harry unconsciously starts acting like Louis' alpha after they spend his rut together and Louis finds ways to make sure Harry's affection doesn't end.

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(M, 13k, Pride) Louis and Harry meet at Pride in Chicago and spend the day falling for each other before getting accidentally separated.

♡ Kiss the Boys by @fallinglikethis

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♡ You're The Pumpkin Of My Eye by @faithinwalls369

(G, 4k, pumpkin patch) Harry and Louis go on a seasonal date, that is sweeter than the confectionery in a trick or treat bucket. It’s filled with sweet snuggles, cute kisses and pumpkin picking.

♡ you and me? always by fearlessrry

(NR, 3k, canon) Canon fic based on that one day in 2018 where Nick tweeted about couples holding hands in this hot weather.

—Rare Pairs—

♡ When you love someone, you make room by louloubaby92 / @louloubabys1992

(E, 20k, Louis/Jamie Campbell Bower) Jamie Campell Bower is a big deal, of that Louis is sure. He's a walking charmer with a jawline to die for. So, it's a bit of a surprise when Jamie looks his way, let alone approaches him to chat him up.

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sheepywritesfics · 1 month

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Six Sentence Sunday

Hi everyone! ☺️ 👋

Happy Saint Patrick's Day 🍀🍀🍀

The Mary&George brainrot is firmly setting in as I get ready to watch the last two episodes of the season, and my TayNick practice kissing fic is beginning to get a little 🔥🔥🔥, if you know what I mean 👀👀👀.

@eusuntgratie

@bigassbowlingballhead

@fivequartersoftheorange

He's most definitely not going to survive this unscathed, is Nick's last coherent thought when Taylor eventually pulls away, the strings of spit connecting their lips together before breaking, heating the blood in his veins and turning his mind into a useless soupy mess especially with the way Taylor is just quietly looking at him with his dark intense eyes, as if deeply analyzing every single element of his being and seeming to deeply like what he sees, if the way he soon dips his head for another round of tantalizing kisses is anything to go by.

The moan that escapes his lips when their tongues start swirling lazily together is incredibly loud in the silence of the room, but nowhere near as distracting as the way Taylor's cock jumps in response to the noise, the large noticeable wet patch quickly forming at the crown of the other man's trousers making Nick beyond dizzy with the knowledge that he wasn't the only getting lost in the growing sizzling pleasure between them.

#my writing

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generalallxsanjishipper · 2 months

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Hi! Welcome.

This is Generalallxsanjishipper's blog

(A long ass nick, I know.)

*stares at the (not many) but 100% "Yes" votes that was in the poll* (How the hell am I supposed to introduce myself? I have no idea, but okay, whatever—)

Killian here! It's not my real name, but it's my art name. I can be called Isa or Bibi as well. My real name is Barbara.

I'm from Italy and I'm a 2001 girl, She/her pronouns, bisexual, introverted, Virgo (too much of a perfectionist sometimes. Ops)

I am a Writer, a Screenwriter and an Artist. I even went to an art school, but the only thing that I learned there is anxiety. Yey.

I love reading. Like tons of books, but for whatever reason I stopped entirely reading books written in Italian and now I'm constantly binge-reading english stuff.

As a Writer, I create tons of Own Characters, yes. I have honestly so many OCs that it's hard to keep track of them between Original Works and Fanfiction. I have to admit that I never wrote as much fanfiction as I'm doing during those last years, mostly for bad experience with criticism in my first fics. But apparently I got over it after randomly starting to write little One Shots of a few different fandoms. It excalated, now.

To read my stuff, you can find me in AO3, Efp, Wattpad, and soon (I think) on Fanfiction.net under Killian44peeta's nickname. Even as an Artist, you can find me with that nickname on Instagram. I DO NOT have TikTok and I DO NOT intend to have it. If I change my mind, it's gonna rain for months lol.

I have many, many fandoms.

Listing them all is impossible, but my obsessions usually stuck the most when I have a "main crush" in said fandom. If not, they are fleeting at best... And usually the same main crush is the one that I ship with most people (Not always though).

Yep. I'm a multishipper, pro LGBTQ+ and I love polyamorous relationships.

When I hate a ship, I just hate it. No matter how hard you try to change my mind. Still, I'm of the "live and let live policy" because, damn, ship wars are boring and if you dislike something, YOU BLOODY IGNORE IT.

YOU DO NOT STUPIDLY FIGHT SOMEONE AND SAY TO THEM TO K*LL THEMSELVES BECAUSE THEY DO NOT SHIP YOUR PAIRING. THOSE PEOPLE YOU SHIP DO NOT EXIST. THEY ARE JUST A WRITER'S FANTASY. NO NEED TO BE SO STUPIDLY CHILDISH. JUST CALM DOWN.

*takes a deep breath*

Thanks.

A few examples of my main crushes:

Animated ones first.

Sanji, Corazon, Reiju and Vivi (One Piece), Douxie (Tales of Arcadia), Zuko (Avatar), Mika (Owari No Seraph), Levi, Jean and Yelena (Shingeki no Kyojin), Akashi and Kise(Kuroko no basket), Gwen (Total Drama), Megara (Hercules), Dark Bloom (Winx Club), Hijikata (Gintama), Hyoga, Eden, every Virgo Saint ever except Shun (Saint Seiya+), Shiro and Pidge (Voltron), Lust and Roy(Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood)

Not animated crushes (directly the person, not the role, because if not the list would be sooo much longer, ok)

Daniel Sharman, Danielle Campbell, Colin O'donoghue, Richard Armitage, Ian Somerhalder, Josh Hutcherson, Zoe Kravitz, Tom Ellis, Hayden Christensen, Bridgette Mendler

(am I forgetting someone? Probably. Sorry)

Welp. I dunno what else to say. Hope you have fun inside my blog? If you wanna be friends (chat here, on Discord, WhatsApp... ) and ask questions I'm okay with it? If you wanna talk with me about (my, yours) stories, I'm DEFINITELY okay with it.

:D I love to rant about fanfictions and original works. I love ranting about ocs and headcanon about characters. Yes.

(do not kill me if I don’t answer immediately, I have a life/I need time to draw/I need time to write)

Bye.

-Killian

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yoursassybookwormfriend · 1 year

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Nevermoor Big Bang Fic

A short fic about the unit and Jack bonding at Christmas

“I still don’t see why you had to invite them over,” Jack complained as he dropped into Morrigan’s favorite octopus chair and swung his legs over the armrest. “It’s just a small party. You’ll see them again in like, a week, tops,”

“They’re my unit, Jack, and it’s Frank’s Christmas party, of course I had to invite them over!” Morrigan didn’t bother to look at him as she argued, instead gazing intently at the small W inlaid in the door beside the fireplace. A door that led to the Wundrous Society. A door that led to Wundersmiths. A door that led to her friends. Where are they? she wondered, shuffling her feet. They’re coming, right?

“Oh please!” Jack groaned. “Frank has had a party every day this week, and he’ll probably have like, a million more before school starts again.”

“Which is why they should be allowed to come to this one, Jack!” Morrigan retorted. “You’ll have plenty of opportunities to annoy me before the break’s over,” Morrigan spared a glance from the still unfortunately closed door to glare at Jack, who was grumpily batting at her chair’s tentacles, shoving them away whenever they got close. Idiot, thought Morrigan. The tentacles are the best part.

As if he could hear her insulting thoughts, Jack sat up to return her glare full force (or rather, half-force, given his eyepatch). “Oh believe me—”

“Watch it, or—”

“Or, maybe we can all have fun as one big group?” Jupiter suggested, stepping in between them before they could say anything else. “Jack, you could get some bonding time with Unit 919! Won’t that be fun? You can make some new friends!”

If Morrigan hadn’t turned to face Jupiter, maybe she would have noticed the subtle tense of Jack’s shoulders at Jupiter’s words, or the way his scowl looked a bit more somber, just for a moment. If she hadn’t been so nervous about the party, maybe she would have noticed his silence. Instead, she twisted her hands as her eyes flicked between Jupiter and the door to Station 919.

“Do…do you really think that they’ll have fun?” Morrigan asked hesitantly. “I mean, I’ve only ever had Cadence and Hawthorne over, and nine is a lot of people, and maybe Francis won’t like the food, or Thaddea won’t like Kedgeree, or—”

“Deep breaths, Mog.” Jupiter laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. “They know you’re not dangerous now. It will be nothing like the last time you invited them over,”

Morrigan would never get used to Jupiter’s ability to know exactly how she was feeling. “Really?”

Jupiter smiled. “Of course! And I can’t wait to meet your unit properly! I’ve only ever really met them once or twice, but you talk about them so much, I feel like I already know them inside and out. You know the saying: ‘My scholar’s unitmates are my—figuratively—adopted children’!”

Morrigan frowned. “I’m pretty sure that’s not the saying at all,”

“Oh balderdash, I’m just excited to finally bond with your unitmates! It’s like Christmas is already here!”

“Um, about that…” Morrigan said guiltily. “It’s just that—”

But before Morrigan could finish, she was interrupted by the loud BANG of the door as it swung open to reveal Hawthorne Swift, Morrigan’s best friend, wearing the most gaudy and overdone ugly Christmas sweater that Morrigan had ever seen.

“How good is this SWEATER?” Hawthorne shouted as he stepped dramatically into the room. He grinned at Morrigan and gave a little twirl, showing off all sides and angles of the strange monstrosity. It seemed as if Cat Swift had taken every holiday-related item she could find and sewed it directly into the sweater, and every item she couldn’t sew on, she had embroidered with shiny red and gold thread. Morrigan spotted multiple ornaments, candy canes, tinsel, christmas lights, and even a sprig of evergreen hidden amongst the hectic stitches of snowmen, trees, and, of course, a big red sleigh with Saint Nick smiling as he held up a present in his hands. Morrigan wished she could say that she hated it—color and busyness weren’t often her forte—but she had to admit that she was impressed. It was the most perfectly chaotic yet festive thing she had ever seen in her life, something exactly Hawthorne.

“It’s…insane,” Morrigan managed to answer, though no words could ever fully describe Hawthorne’s Christmas sweater.

“I’m going to take that as a complement!” Hawthorne winked as he strutted into the room like he was at a fashion show.

“It’s festive, at least,” Arch sighed with a small smile as he walked through the door. A sharp contrast to Hawthorne, he was dressed formal yet minimalistic, wearing a light green dress shirt with a forest green vest and matching slacks. His hair was slicked to the side with gel, much unlike Hawthorne’s chaotic curls, which he refused to cut.

“Thank you!” Hawthorne twirled once more. “But I still don’t understand why you’d side with the Yule Queen.”

“Maybe because Arch knows style, unlike you?” Cadence quipped, stepping through the doorway. Cadence wore sleek green boots along with green dress pants and an elegant long-sleeve sweater with simple evergreen trees embroidered on it in a careful palette of green. In her ears were two sparkly evergreen earrings. Cadence knew style.

Behind Cadence, the rest of the unit trailed in, each decked out in one color or another. Mahir wore a red sweater decorated with presents and snowflakes along with red sweatpants and red and white sneakers. Lam came in with a cloak of silvery green that trailed around her ankles and offset the sparkly green tinsel she had braided into her hair. Anah wore a cute red dress and simple red flats.

Morrigan was surprised as Thaddea stomped into the room with her normal brown boots, now laced with bright green laces. Along with those boots bright green sweatpants, a dark green t-shirt, and an algae green sweatshirt tied around her waist.

“I didn’t expect you to support the Yule Queen, Thaddea!” Morrigan laughed.

Thaddea scoffed. “Saint Nick is just some boring old guy. You’re asking me to choose between him and a woman who tamed her own snow hound? It’s no contest.”

Francis, to Morrigan’s amusement, came in looking like he was being choked to death by winter items, wearing a big green puffy jacket and his lime colored ski pants, as well as big green boots and a green scarf so large it trailed on the floor behind him.

“Francis, you do realize you never had to go outside, right?” asked Morrigan, staring disbelievingly at his outfit. “You just went from your house to Station 919.”

“One sec!” Francis shouted, though his voice was muffled by his scarf. Very slowly---as one must do when choked to death by about 5 layers of clothing---he began to take off his winter gear, piece by piece. Morrigan watched as Francis’ light green coat and scarf gave way to a red long-sleeve shirt, and his lime green snow pants and large, chunky boots came off to reveal red pants and socks. Once he was done, there was a pile of snow gear on the floor and Francis had completely changed his allegiance.

“Francis, what in the world was that for?” Mahir asked, looking confused. “Did you really wear all of that just for a stunt?”

Francis’ eyes flicked to the ridiculous pile of green at his feet, then back to the unit. “Oh no, this isn’t a stunt,” he laughed nervously. “It’s just that Aunt Hester says that the Fitzwilliams should always show solidarity in their Christmas allegiances, and that ‘Saint Nick is just a senile old fat man that can’t be bothered to do any work himself, unlike the Yule Queen’, but Saint Nick gives people presents and lights their hearths, so I don’t know, I kind of like him better? Anyway I just thought that I could be Yule Queen with them and Saint Nick with you guys, you know?”

“Francis, that is the most insane thing I’ve ever heard,” Hawthorne clapped Francis on the back and theatrically wiped away a tear. “You make me so proud,”

“Oh, oh u-um, thanks?” Francis stuttered.

“Okay!” Morrigan clapped her hands together to get her unit’s attention. “I know only a few of you have met, but this is Jack,” Morrigan gestured to Jack, who immediately shrunk back into her octopus chair and looked away. “Jack, this is the unit. I know that you’ve met Cadence and Hawthorne, but this is Arch, Mahir, Lam, Anah, Francis, and Thaddea.” She pointed to each of them in turn.

A chorus of “Hello,” came from the unit.

“Alright, so . . . who’s ready for a party?” Morrigan looked at Jupiter for support. She’d never exactly been a party host before, not in Nevermoor and certainly not in Jackalfax. She was sure half the town would have fainted at the mere thought of it. Jupiter patted her on the back reassuringly.

“Right!” he grinned, immediately settling into his usual outgoing personality. “We’re going to have a great party, just you wait! Everybody’s here, right?”

“Our patrons are still out in the station talking, Mr. North,” said Arch, pointing towards Morrigan’s door. “Should I go get them?”

“P-patrons?” Jupiter spluttered, his face slipping from its happy-go-lucky smile for just a moment. “Of course, go get them, we wouldn’t want to leave them out of the fun!”

As Arch left, Jupiter turned to Morrigan, staring at her incredulously. Patrons?! You didn’t say their patrons were coming! He seemed to communicate silently. Morrigan shuffled her feet and shrugged back as if to say Sorry, I thought you’d be ok with them coming. Jupiter gave her a sharp look in return No, I’m not ok with it, thank you!

But Jupiter had to pull it together as Arch came back, this time with the patrons in tow. Morrigan assumed that he didn’t know the other patrons very well at all. Even Morrigan, despite also being a member of the same notoriously hard-to-get-into society and spending almost every day with the scholars they sponsored, barely knew the basics of their names and whose patron they each were. As Morrigan watched the patrons of Unit 919 file into her room, she smiled when he saw Nan, the one patron he knew best, and couldn’t help a sigh of relief when he realized that Baz Charlton and Hester Fitzwilliam weren’t in attendance. Though she was pretty sure that by now the other patrons had accepted her, Morrigan was wary of Baz and Hester, who still thought that she was a murderous monster that should be deported. Whatever, they’re odious anyway.

“Hello everybody!” Jupiter exclaimed joyfully, as if the patrons’ arrival was completely expected. “Jolly Christmas and a grand Yuletide to you all!”

“Jupiter!” Nan grinned as she stepped forward and shook his hand. “It’s good to see you. Care to give us a tour of your hotel? I’ve been meaning to see it,”

“Sure!” Jupiter answered, before facing the other patrons. “And you all can come as well! We can have a little adult party, just us patrons, how does that sound?” He finished the offer with a smile that was just a little bit too toothy to be genuine.

As the other patrons murmured with polite agreement, Morrigan looked back at Jupiter. She knew how much he had been looking forward to spending time with the unit. Was he really going to go off and entertain the other patrons on such short notice? Does he even know their names? Morrigan wondered. As far as she knew, Jupiter had only met the patrons—barring Nan, Hester, and Baz—a few times, and that was mostly back during Morrigan’s first year in the society, when many of them still believed that she was a cold-hearted killer. She doubted that Jupiter had made much of an effort to befriend people like that.

Even as Jupiter got Martha to lead the patrons to the Smoking Room (which had been blowing a heavenly cinnamon roll smoke all day), Morrigan still caught an angry glance or two from some of the patrons that she didn’t know very well. Morrigan shrugged it off. She had expected reactions like that, especially since her unit had been updating her on the mixed successes of their attempts to get their patrons to trust her. Besides, it wasn’t as if Morrigan was unused to glares and angry whispers when people thought that she wasn’t looking.

“Well, first things first: Secret Santas,” Morrigan smiled, turning back to the unit. “I’ve got them all down in the lobby,”

The unit cheered and filed into a line, following Hawthorne and Cadence as they led the way to the hotel’s glass elevator. As they left, Morrigan grabbed a reluctant Jack and pulled him to his feet, shoving him towards the door. Before Jack could make it out of her room, however, Jupiter appeared in the doorway, nervously running his fingers through his beard.

“Are you ok?” Morrigan asked, starting to panic. Had she messed up the whole night by inviting the patrons over? Did Jupiter hate her? Was she doomed to ruin parties forever? “I’m sorry, the unit told their patrons about the party and they wanted to come and I thought you’d be good with it, I’m so, so sorry,”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Jupiter assured her, shoving his fidgety hands into his pockets. “It will be great! Besides, we’re all in the society, we’re practically family,”

“Really?” Jack scoffed. “I bet you don’t even know all of their names and who their scholars are,”

“That’s easy,” Morrigan argued. “Of course he knows that much,”

“Yes, of course!” Jupiter repeated confidently.

Jack smirked. “Ok, so do it. Name all eight patrons and which scholar they sponsor,”

Jupiter returned the smirk. “Baz Charlton and Cadence Blackburn of course, and Nan and Hawthorne obviously. Then it’s Hester and Francis I believe . . .” Jupiter faltered a bit.

“There’s more,” urged Jack.

“I know there’s more! I was just catching my breath. Ok so, there’s Sumati Mishra and . . . Arch is it? No, she’s Anah’s patron. Then Miss . . . Miss Something-Or-Other Mulryan and Mahir. See? SEE? I know them!”

Morrigan and Jack shared a wicked smile. “Three more,” she grinned.

“THREE MORE?!” cried Jupiter, his face falling. “No, no, that can’t be right.”

“You still need Arch’s patron, Lam’s patron, and Thaddea’s patron,” Morrigan laughed.

“Well, what’s a better time for learning names than now?” Jupiter responded, his usual optimism coming back like a boomerang. Jupiter always seemed to be overly optimistic. It was one of the things that Morrigan most loved and hated about him.

“Are you sure you’ll be ok, Jupiter?” she asked, looking into his eyes for a sign to call it all off.

“I’ll be fine, Mog. Go be with your friends.”

And so Jupiter left to go host a rather awkward party of the unit’s patrons while Morrigan and Jack went down to the lobby, where Frank had quickly trapped the unit into listening to one of his dramatic tales. Every time one of them seemed to lose interest in his story, Frank shouted a new twist, until Morrigan was fairly certain that the story had changed entirely. That is, unless Frank somehow managed to save a runaway princess from a bomb set off by the secret zombie mafia that ran the grocery store down the street.

“Frank, maybe you can finish your totally accurate story later,” Morrigan interjected as Frank revealed that the princess was in love with the half-zombie half-robot son of the mafia leader.

“Ugh, no one appreciates the fine arts anymore!” Frank pouted as he stalked off to go brood somewhere.

Morrigan rolled her eyes and turned to the unit. “I know all of you were looking forward to the Secret Santas, so I thought we could do that first. Kedgeree, do you have all of the gifts?”

Kedgeree looked up from a table across the lobby where he was laying the last present of nine on a fancy red-and-green tablecloth. “Aye, lass. Just got the last one a few minutes ago.”

“A few minutes ago? I thought we brought them all in last week.”

“Sorry,” Francis apologized, turning as red as his outfit. “I thought my gift was good enough, but then I realized that it totally wasn’t, so I got a little something last minute to replace it,”

“Who cares?” groaned Thaddea. “We have all of the presents now, let’s see what we got!”

“Yes!” shouted Hawthorne. “Let the gift-opening COMMENCE!”

The unit clearly agreed. As one, they stormed the present table, nearly scaring Kedgeree to death. It was a hectic time as everyone grabbed presents, read the name on them, and passed them around, trying to fit the gifts to their owners. After what seemed like forever, and many curses in many different languages—Hawthorne was taking Mahir’s lessons to heart—everyone in the unit had their present.

To Morrigan’s amusement, it was very clear whose gift was from whom. The present wrapped in extravagant, shiny green paper with an elegant ribbon that Mahir had in his hands was clearly from Lam, Francis’ elaborate-yet-messy present that was wrapped in a quilt of different wrapping papers was from Hawthorne, and Thaddea’s pink and gold gift bag from Morrigan was hardly a mystery, especially next to Kedgeree’s uniform.

Morrigan looked down at her present, a simply wrapped gift with cheerful yellow paper. When she unwrapped it, she revealed a small blue box, inside of which was a modest yet charming bracelet with a crow pendant on it. Morrigan smiled.

“Thank you so much Anah,” Morrigan said, putting on the bracelet and watching as it caught the light from the chandelier. “It’s lovely,”

“H-how did you know it was me?” Anah asked, holding a gift bag with a fancy green swirl that, if you squinted, was a cursive F. The Fitzwilliams are certainly something, Morrigan thought sarcastically.

“Just a hunch, Anah. Thank you though,”

“You’re wel—”

“Morrigan! Can you help me, like, burn this wrapping paper off or something?” Hawthorne’s request cut through Anah’s words. He held out a deftly wrapped present with a complicated and delicate looking bow. It was so neat that Morrigan couldn’t see a sliver of tape on it, only the knife-sharp creases of the wrapping paper. “I can’t get it undone!”

Morrigan took the present in her hands and dug her fingernails into the creases. “I’m not going to burn it, Hawthorne, I might wreck the present. Besides, no knacks outside of Proudfoot, remember?” Morrigan tugged at the paper, but it wouldn't budge. Huh. Turning the box over, she pulled at the other side. No luck. She tried again. And again. After about five long minutes of struggling (and maybe just a tiny bit of Inferno), she managed to get the wrapping paper off. With a final flourish, Morrigan handed the opened box to Hawthorne.

“Yes! Just what I wanted!” Hawthorne shouted, picking up a brand new pair of leather dragonriding gloves. “I got mine burnt by Eyes Like The Sun At Sunset last month.” As Morrigan watched Hawthorne try on his new present, she couldn’t help but notice that the confetti the gloves had rested on was carefully cut into the shape of dragons. Morrigan turned to Arch and raised her eyebrow knowingly, as if to say Really? That’s a bit over-the-top, isn’t it? Archan caught her look and blushed, suddenly finding his dress shoes very interesting.

“I remember that!” Cadence laughed. “You cried the entire ride home!”

“I did not!”

The unit laughed, sharing their presents and who they believed gifted them, along with memories of things that had happened that year. It was one of the best times Morrigan had had all year, especially now that the Hollowpox was over. She couldn’t believe she had doubted her unitmates. Of course they’d come! Of course the party would be fun! They were brothers and sisters after all! As Morrigan laughed and joked along with the unit, none of them noticed Jack, who stood aside silently, no present in his hand.

After a while, Morrigan felt a finger poke her shoulder. “Well,” Jack spoke for the first time since Morrigan’s room, “I’m gonna go,”

“What? You can’t go!” Morrigan gasped, turning away from the unit. “Stay with us!”

Jack took in the unit, who were still wheezing from an inside joke that Thaddea had made. His frown deepened. “No, I think I’m gonna go to the hotel library. Do you want me to get you anything?” His frown turned to a teasing smirk. “I know you can’t reach above the first shelf,”

“Ha, ha, very funny,” Morrigan snapped. “The ‘short Morrigan’ jokes are getting a little old, aren’t they?”

“What short Morrigan jokes?” asked Hawthorne, walking up to stand beside Morrigan.

“Jack said that I can’t reach above the first shelf of the library,” Morrigan rolled her eyes.

To her surprise, however, Hawthorne cracked up. “Oh my Divine, that’s so funny!” he turned to the unit “Guys, listen to the joke that Jack made!”

Soon the whole unit was rolling on the floor laughing as they listened to Jack retell all of his short jokes from the last few months. Morrigan just scoffed as she watched the unit. It wasn’t that funny, was it? Sure, she was quite short, but did it really make them cry with laughter to think about?

Then Mahir made a joke, working off of one that Jack had made last week. Then Hawthorne added to that joke. Cadence added to his. Soon, the whole unit was making their own jokes, standing next to Morrigan to show off their height difference or grabbing things to make her taller like Kederee’s ladder or Dame Chanda’s high heels. Morrigan thought about telling them off, and very nearly did, until she saw Thaddea pat Jack on the back and his genuine smile as Francis asked him to try a new cookie he had made that was supposed to give one “the feeling of watching the first snow of the year”. She hadn’t realized just how much Jack was struggling with fitting in, but now she could see that he found a way to get along with the unit just fine. And end to the jokes would be nice though.

“Alright, alright,” Morrigan rolled her eyes as Hawthorne and Jack placed a paper crown on her head that read “Short Queen” in messy handwriting. “Let’s move on to the next activity, okay? Who’s ready to make some ornaments?”

There were a few grumbles here and there as the unit and Jack had to abandon their elaborately planned jokes, but soon they all got into the decorating spirit. Morrigan had gotten Frank to pull out his best decoration supplies and set them on a table for the unit to make into little ornaments to hang on the tree that Thaddea had helped bring into Station 919 a week ago. There were all kinds of paper, ribbons, and paint in every color imaginable, and enough glue and scissors to supply a small factory. Since when did he have all this? She thought. Morrigan was suddenly much less sympathetic to Frank’s groans about his budget.

Just like their presents, the unit’s ornaments were as unique as their creators. Thaddea made a wooden one with the MacLeod family crest carved into it, Francis baked a gingerbread wreath—Hawthorne nearly ate it before Francis told him he used glue to preserve it, and Mahir had painted variations of “Happy holidays” in at least 30 languages in neat, loopy calligraphy on his. Morrigan herself was reaching for a length of silver-edged bow to add to her black-painted ornament when she cut herself on some stiff paper that was in the way.

“Shoot,” Morrigan muttered, watching a single drop of blood fall from her finger.

Hawthorne nudged her with his elbow. “At least it’s not like the time Heloise cut Miss Cheery, or this entire place would be ashes!”

“Or as bad as the cuts you got from the bearwun,” Cadence added from Morrigan’s other side, “You almost lost a leg!”

I don’t want that to ever happen again,” Morrigan laughed as each unit member cut in with their own stories of injuries at Wunsoc.

“Remember that cut I got on my forehead, Anah?” asked Thaddea.

“Please don’t remind me, Thaddea, it was awful!”

“Or when I missed class because my fingers were broken?” added Arch.

“At least you had one less day with the teacher that nearly sold us so that he could be ‘cool’!”

“Hey!” called Jack, his voice taking on a strange, exaggeratedly happy tone. “Look at my ornament! Pretty accurate, right?” Jack held up a crude rectangle of cardboard hung by a string, on which a cutout of a photo of the unit was glued, with Mog’s legs cut off so that she looked two feet shorter than all of them.

“Ha!” Mahir laughed, “Oh wow, that’s so good!”

“Yeah, it perfectly captures just how short Morrigan is!” Hawthorne elbowed Arch. “Doesn’t it?”

“Oh yeah, perfectly!” Arch grinned, and Morrigan would have rolled her eyes at him, but for once, she saw a true gleam of mischief in his usually angelic expression. “Wait, you know what? I think it’s altered to make Morrigan look taller than she is!”

As the unit banded together over Jack’s ornament, Morrigan fumed. They were having so much fun before! For once, they could all bond together in Morrigan’s favorite place, laughing and sharing stories. Then they all had to ruin it by making fun of her height. Why was she always the butt of the joke? The one who ruined the weather, the Knackless One, the short one. It always felt like people were taking things that were out of her control and turning it into some sort of game for their amusement.

But Morrigan knew that Jack and the unit had no ill intentions. They were her brothers and sisters, even—no, especially—Jack. And being siblings means that you tease each other, and that sometimes you have to just accept that teasing. It was part of the sibling code. Oh well, Morrigan thought. As long as it doesn’t get any worse.

Needless to say, it got worse. After the group had run upstairs to hang the ornaments on Thaddea’s tree, Morrigan led them into a small dining room behind the kitchens, where the cooks and other staff often ate lunch. Morrigan had called in every favor she had to get Chef Honeycutt to bake a variety of extravagant treats for the unit. Each unit member seemed to have their own specific preferences to fulfill, and she was still a bit angry about Francis’ “fry chef” comments during their Loyalty Trial. Sure, he was under considerable pressure at the time and he didn’t know the Deucalion well, but Morrigan had been waiting for a moment to prove Chef Honeycutt’s worth to her favorite culinary snob.

Chef Honeycutt had certainly delivered. The table was stacked with all kinds of pastries and candies of every shape, size and flavor Morrigan could imagine. Well, except for a Grand Caledonian Coronation Crest. When Morrigan suggested it the other day, Chef Honeycutt had nearly thrown a spatula at her. Regardless, the table was perfectly set, and Morrigan watched with pride as the unit fawned over the sweets. To her delight, even Francis enjoyed it, inspecting every item with an appreciative nod before wandering off to ask Chef Honeycutt about her “whisking strategies”, a scone in his hand.

Hawthorne whooped for joy when he saw the table. “Chocolate-frosted caramel-filled cupcakes? Don’t mind if I do!”

“Alright Hawthorne, just don’t eat all of them or I won’t help you with your Dragontongue anymore,” Mahir laughed, taking a bite of a decadent-looking cannoli. “We don’t want a repeat of Hallowmas, do we?”

Thaddea groaned as she grabbed a handful of gingerbread men. “You were practically delirious for the rest of the week!”

“I still don’t know how you managed that,” Anah stared down at her brownie as if it would give her the answers. “It was terrible. We had to cover for you the whole week.”

“I still think it was a ploy to get us to do his What’s That Taste homework.” Morrigan laughed. She went to grab one of Hawthorne’s favorite cupcakes, but before she could, a hand reached out and picked the tray of cupcakes up and over her head.

“Sorry Morrigan,” Jack teased, still holding the tray out of her reach. “Dessert is for tall people,”

Morrigan scoffed and reached for a chocolate chip scone, but just as her fingers grazed one, that tray, too, was snatched out of her reach. Morrigan looked up to see Hawthorne’s mischievous grin. Morrigan fumed. Oh no you don’t! Her fingers twitched with the urge to call wunder, an intense and sudden need to retaliate. She could feel the small flame within her chest growing, snaking steadily up her throat with a taste like ash and anger. She could do it. She could do it so easily. Just a simple hum of the first few lines, a light breath of Inferno just so, and she could burn them without leaving a mark. It wouldn’t hurt much, just a little prick of flames to show them what’s what. Morrigan could do incredible things with Inferno these days. It would be so easy.

Morrigan was broken out of her trance-like state by a strange sound. It was the ghostly hum of a tune she knew by heart, just quiet enough to make her question if it was really there. The familiar notes wrapped around her head as she struggled to recognize the sound. The humming was coming from someone nearby. It was coming from her.

Quickly, Morrigan turned her Nocturne song into a spluttering cough, hoping that it had been too quiet for anyone to hear, and silently willing the wunder she had gathered to disperse.

“Please,” she grumbled, and reached for a different pastry, “I’m not that much shorter than you guys,” Morrigan couldn’t believe what she had almost done. She had nearly used her knack on Hawthorne, her best friend, and Jack, who was practically her cousin.

Those pastries that she reached for, too, were lifted into the air. Mahir grinned. “I mean, you are really short,”

“Yeah,” Cadence grabbed the tray of gingerbread men near Morrigan and lifted it as high as she could. “You really are.”

Morrigan watched as, one by one, all of the members of Unit 919 grabbed the desserts and held them out of her reach, laughing. Even Francis, Arch, and Anah were going along with it, caught up in the joke. Morrigan swiped at Hawthorne’s plate, but he just laughed at her and raised it higher. Morrigan tried again with Thaddea, but she did the same. Soon, Morrigan found herself running between her unitmates, desperately reaching for any dessert that came near. Each time she failed, everyone would laugh harder, and hold their sweets even higher. Tears burned behind her eyes as she got more and more desperate. Their laughs felt like they were burrowing into her head, clawing at her brain. She just wanted them to stop, just wanted to prove something to them.

After a while, they started to drop their guard, falling into their usual patterns. Morrigan nearly caught a cupcake as Hawthorne started betting with Cadence about how many he could eat in one sitting, and she almost grabbed a croissant when Thaddea threatened to start a fistfight with Mahir, who had bumped into her. Morrigan finally managed to grab a biscuit plate from Francis while he was inspecting them, muttering jealousy about how evenly they were baked. Thank the Divine Thing for culinary snobs, Morrigan thought gleefully as she paraded the plate around in triumph.

“I don’t think so,” Cadence laughed as she easily took the plate out of Morrigan’s hands. She smirked and turned to look back at the biscuits, which had suddenly disappeared from her hand.

“Oh, you don’t think so?” Thaddea held up the biscuits like a newly won trophy. “Well what about me? Maybe they’re my biscuits,”

“Hey!” Cadence shouted, reaching up for the plate of biscuits. Thaddea was just a couple inches taller than her, so they ended up just out of her reach.

“You mean these?” Hawthorne crowed, swiping the biscuits for himself. “I think they’re mine,”

“It seems to me that they’re mine,” Mahir grinned as he took them from Hawthorne.

“Think again,” Jack snatched the cookies from Mahir and held them as high as he could. “That is, unless any of you can grow a few inches in the next several seconds,” Being the oldest by a year or two, Jack still had an extra bit of height over everyone.

His words swirled in Morrigan’s brain, stirring up fragments of an idea. With a satisfying click, the idea formed, and Morrigan knew just what to do.

“Hey, give that back!” Hawthorne wailed, walking on tiptoe to try and reach the plate.

Mahir shrugged. “Jack won it fair and square,”

“If you say so,” Thaddea muttered, crossing her arms.

“Your arms are just too long,” Hawthorne argued. “That’s cheating,”

“Well it doesn’t matter, because I have the biscuits, and you’re all short,” Jack replied with a smirk. He looked up proudly to admire his reward, but what he saw made his smirk slip right off of his face. Unit 919 followed Jack’s gaze to the plate of biscuits, which was slowly lifting out of his hands, pulled by an invisible force. The plate glided up and weaved its way through the unit, floating like a leaf on the wind. It was slow enough that any one of them could have grabbed it, but everyone was too frozen in shock to touch the plate. After making their way through the unit, the biscuits landed delicately in Morrigan’s hand, where she leaned against the doorway.

Morrigan examined the plate with a smug look as she struggled to supress a giddy smile. “Well it seems to me that I have the biscuits, but I agree, you’re all short,”

Jack and the unit stared at her, dumbfounded, until a slow clap rang out. Morrigan looked back and saw Cadence, who gave her a reassuring wink. Hawthorne started cheering. Then Mahir joined in, then Anah, Arch, Thaddea, Francis, Lam, and finally Jack, who rolled his eye, but clapped the hardest.

“All right, all right,” Morrigan held up her free hand to quiet them. “But seriously, your jokes got way out of hand. I can deal with one short joke here or there, but please tone it down a little? Jokes aren’t good when they come at the expense of someone else’s fun, okay everyone?”

“Okay,” they all chorused guiltily.

Morrigan smiled and stepped out of the doorway. “Now that that’s settled, I wouldn’t want to keep us from any more fun, would I? Come on, I got Jupiter to let me book the Theater Room. Bring some treats and we can all watch a movie, okay guys?” Jack and the unit nodded, their smiles returning.

Hawthorne whooped as he grabbed handfuls of candy and ran out the door, followed by the rest of Unit 919, all with their own desserts stacked in their hands. Morrigan went to follow, until she saw Jack hanging back, shuffling his feet.

“Hey,” Morrigan said simply, walking up to stand beside Jack. “Are you gonna come?”

“I’m sorry,” Jack shook his head, not looking Morrigan in the eye. “I should have known that I stepped too far. In the moment, I didn’t care how much I hurt you. It’s just that I wanted the unit to like me so much. They mean everything to you, and I know that they’re going to be coming over more often now, so I wanted us to get along. I didn’t want to be some antisocial drag who they deal with just because they have to.”

“You aren’t always an antisocial drag?” Morrigan asked with mock surprise.

Jack shoved her lightly. “You know what I mean. Anyway, it’s not an excuse for what I did. I just thought you deserved an explanation,”

Morrigan shoved Jack back. “Well you’re an idiot if you think I’m not going to forgive you, because you are completely forgiven. I know how much you value boundaries, and I understand feeling like you need to make friends, no matter the cost. Luckily, true friends like you for who you are, like the unit likes you.”

“Do they really?” hope and disbelief swirled in Jack’s eyes.

Morrigan snorted. “Of course they do, Jack! Don’t you see how you and Mahir get along? Or how Hawthorne is practically bowing to your throne of pranks? I know for fact that Arch is absolutely dying to share some cool sheet music he found with you.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely!” Morrigan grinned. “And I know that they like you without laughing at someone else’s expense, so come on, let’s go watch that movie,” Morrigan shoved Jack towards the door, and he scoffed at her, but Morrigan could see the happy glint in his eye.

On their way out, the two passed Lam, who was muttering to herself in the hallway as she stared off into space.

“Hey, Lam,” Morrigan called as she walked by.

“Hey, Lam,” Jack repeated with a smile.

Lam didn’t seem to notice, instead drifting back into the room to grab a box of chocolates before following the sounds of Morrigan and Jack’s receding footsteps. As usual, she had a faraway look in her eyes, but if anyone had seen her up close, they would have noticed a mischievous little smile creep across her mouth as she bit into a chocolate. And if that person had been there, they would have heard Lam’s quiet giggle to herself. But Lam was alone, so no one but her realized that she was a full inch shorter than Morrigan.

. . .

No beta we die like Onstald

Thank you for having the patience to read my fic, I know it’s long, it kind of got out of hand in length, but what can you do?

Originally, this was supposed to be a LOT more angsty and the unit was going to pester Jack about using his powers and he’d get overwhelmed, and Jack would start picking on Morrigan as a sort of diversion along with his desire to please them in this fic. But was a little too angsty for me, and I wanted more of the unit and Jack bonding, so I made the fic more unit-centered. (Though I might decide to torture Jack later, who knows)

P.S. if you find a mistake please don’t be afraid to tell me! I love any and all feedback (as long as it’s polite and constructive!) and I would rather give you the best fic that I can than spare my feelings on something like a missing word or two.

@nevermoorcentral who organized this whole thing, and @lilmerh, who made some absolutely amazing fanart for my fic! Thank you to both of you and everyone who contributed to this amazing event!

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Diaries of Anarchy: a FO4 Fic

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Excerpt: April 29, 2259

“Guard!” I called again desperately as the sweat poured down my forehead. I was clingin’ to the bars of my cell, the cool metal givin’ me a small amount of relief against my fevered body.

“What is it now, McDonough?” said the guard from a few feet away.

“Please, I’m going to fucking die if you don’t give me some Buffout.”

“Can it. We’re not providing you with chems.”

I tried to hit the bars roughly, but the Buffout withdrawal made me so weak, I was lucky to stand up straight. “You fucking asshole!”

“Hey, give this guy somethin’ so he’ll shut the hell up!” said another prisoner. “It’s been two goddamn days!”

“Quiet, all of you! You’re in here for a reason, now deal with it!”

I let myself fall onto my cot and cry. My muscles hurt so goddamn bad. I was goin’ insane from the pain, wanted to tear my own limbs off so that I didn’t have to feel the contractions in my muscles.

“It’s been two days, John,” said Nick’s cool voice from the other side of my cell.

I sat up and whipped my head around to face him. “Nick, thank God. I need a fix. Please. You have to help me. I’m gonna die.”

“I actually brought you a little present.” He took an inhaler out of his pocket. “Addictol will fix your symptoms, but you’ll need more than one dose. I can bring you some more tomorrow if you’re willing.”

I took the inhaler from him and stared at it. “This has to be a joke.”

“This is no joke, John. Look at you -- you look like death warmed over. You need this, and you’re just going to have to deal with it. Beggers can’t be choosers.”

I inhaled its contents before the next wave of muscle spasms hit me. Then I growled and threw the inhaler to the ground. “Bet you’re lovin’ this, Nick. You and every saint in this damn city always looked at me with pity, always wanted me to give up the chems, and now I gotta.”

“I wouldn’t say I love it, John. But I do have hope that this is what it takes for you to see the light. There are people who care about you out here.”

“Heh. You’d be the only one. My brother kicked me outta the house. I won’t have a place to go after this.” I wiped the sweat from my brow, already feeling calmer after taking the Addictol.

“He does care about you, John. But he’s not gonna fall victim to your toxic behavior. Believe me when I say that he’s doing what’s best for him.”

“What a load of crap...”

“Hm. Whatever you say. I’ll be back tomorrow when I get the chance to bring you some more Addictol.”

As he left, I plopped back down on my cot and sighed. I was finally gettin’ some relief from the Addictol, but I knew it wasn’t gonna last. I enjoyed it while I had it.

Like this pre-sequel so far?

(There are more books in this series on my Wattpad! This is Book 0. Book 1 is the novelization of my SS. Book 2 is BOS focused. Book 3 is my WIP and features Nuka World, with Hancock as the Overboss. Books 4, 5, and 6 have teasers available to read on my Wattpad as well!)

#john hancock #fallout 4 #fanfiction #fanfic #excerpt #wattpad #soundtrack #please and thank you #constructive criticism welcome

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crucifiedfaerie · 6 months

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𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖒𝖊 !

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ ˗ˏˋ𝖇𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖈 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖘ˎˊ˗

╰┈➤ hi , my name is saint and i'm twenty ╰┈➤ my pronouns are they/them/theirs and i'm genderfluid ╰┈➤ i am a gemini sun | leo moon | gemini rising ╰┈➤ i'm an infj which means i'm a sensitive perfectionist ╰┈➤ i'm super passionate about music ! it inspires me so expect quite a few song fics ! ╰┈➤ my inbox and asks are always open ! i love talking to people !

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ ˗ˏˋ𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖋𝖆𝖛 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖘ˎˊ˗

╰┈➤ hard times - ethel cain ╰┈➤ we own the night - dance gavin dance ╰┈➤ dying star - ashnikko ft. ethel cain ╰┈➤ is it really you? - loathe ╰┈➤ lily and the moon - thornhill ╰┈➤ super heroes - rocky horror soundtrack ╰┈➤ spit - poppy (cover)

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ ˗ˏˋ𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙ˎˊ˗

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ ˗ˏˋ𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖙 𝖒𝖔𝖛𝖎𝖊𝖘 / 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖜𝖘ˎˊ˗

#about me #saint speaks - !

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alexagirlie · 8 months

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30 day song fic challenge

I'm participating in a 30 day fic challenge this Sept and here is a wee lil sneak peak at whats coming!

Day 1: a song you discovered this month - Drowned in Emotion - Caskets - Dune Canon Era- hint of Paul/Chani hint of past Duncan/Paul - Inspired by the Dune Part 2 trailer.

Day 2: a song that always makes you smile - Overdrive - Steam Powered Giraffe - The Last Kingdom Modern AU- Sihtric/Finan/Uhtred - Uhtred enters an amateur stripper contest as a bet.

Day 3: a song that no one would expect you to love - Honeybee - Steam Powered Giraffe - Dune Modern AU - Paul/Duncan - Duncan falling in love with Paul.

Day 4: a song you know all the words to - Implied Sihtric/Finan/Uhtred - Warriors - Imagine Dragons - The Last Kingdom Canon Era - Sihtric looking back at the dreams he had while growing up in Dunholm and how they and more have come true.

Day 5: a song that proves you have good taste - Hail to the King - Avenged Sevenfold - The Last Kingdom Canon Era - Sihtric/Finan/Uhtred - Uhtred is crowned King of Northumbria.

Day 6: a song that you hear often on the radio - i kissed a girl - Katy Perry - Shadowhunters - Clary/Izzy - They share a first kiss.

Day 7: a song title that is in all uppercase - SING - My Chemical Romance - Dune Canon AU - Paul/Duncan - An assassin sneaks onto Caladan to try and kill Paul. Duncan stops them and is seriously injured in the attempt.

Day 8: an underrated song - This is Home - I am Ghost - The Last Kingdom Canon Era - Osferth/Sihtric - A love confession.

Day 9: a song title that has 3 words - In the Dark - Flyleaf - The Last Kingdom Canon Era - One Sided Sihtric/Uhtred - Sihtric will do much to try and make Uhtred love him.

Day 10: a song from your childhood -You took the words right out of my mouth - Meat Loaf - Dune AU - Paul/Duncan - Werewolf / Little Red Riding Hood AU

Day 11: a song that reminds you of fall - Ghosts and Monsters - Saint Chaos - The Last Kingdom Canon Era - Sihtric can see ghosts and does not have a good night watching the grave of Bjorn.

Day 12: a song you feel embarrassed listening to - Whistle - glee version - The Last Kingdom Canon Era - Sihtric/Finan/Uhtred/Osferth - blowjobs blowjobs blowjobs.

Day 13: the first song that plays on shuffle - We all Turn to Dust - From First to Last - Merlin Canon AU - Implied One-Sided Marlin/Arthur - A contrast of perspectives.

Day 14: a song that someone showed you - take me back to eden - sleep token - The Last Kingdom Canon Era - Sihtric/Ragnar the Younger - Sihtric warms Ragnar's bed while they search for Uhtred

Day 15: a song from a movie soundtrack - surface pressure - Encanto - Shadowhunters - Alec/Magnus - Alec has a bad week.

Day 16: the first song alphabetically on your playlist - Beyond the Hourglass - I am Ghost - The Last Kingdom Canon Era - Post Seven Kings Must Die and Finan and Sihtric fight their final battle.

Day 17: a song about being 17 - edge of seventeen - Stevie Nicks - The Last Kingdom Canon Era - One sided Finan/Sihtric - Finan falling in love with Sihtric while watching Sihtric fall for Uhtred - Companion to Day 9.

Day 18: a song from the first album you bought - I never told you what i do for a living - My Chemical Romance - Dune Modern AU - Paul/Duncan - Mafia AU.

Day 19: a song to drive to - Acadia - The Last Kingdom Modern AU - Sihtric/Finan/Uhtred/Osferth - Road trip and finding their old haunts to fuck around at.

Day 20: a song with a number in the title - No. 5 - Hollywood Undead - The Last Kingdom Modern AU - Sihtric/Finan/Uhtred - Boys at a frat party getting hammered/high and sexing it up.

Day 21: a song you listen to at 3 am - Castle of Glass - Linkin Park - The Last Kingdom Canon Era - Uhtred/Finan - Learning how to be whole again after being freed from slavery.

Day 22: a song with a long title - Get Busy Living or get busy dying (do your part to save the scene and stop going to shows) - Fall Out Boy - Shadowhunters - Alec coming out.

Day 23: a song with a color in the title - Back to Black - Amy Whinehouse - The Last Kingdom Canon Era - One-sided Sihtric/Finan+Uhtred - Sihtric is fatally injured while rescuing Skade from Beomfleot.

Day 24: a song that you’ve had stuck in your head - Bohemian Rhapsody - Dune Canon AU - Paul/Duncan - Duncan calling Paul to wake up from a vision.

Day 25: the last song alphabetically on your playlist - Zombies - Bad Wolves - The Last Kingdom Canon Era - Implied Sihtric/Finan/Uhtred/Osferth - Zombie AU.

Day 26: a song that helps you fall asleep - sleep - My Chemical Romance - Dune Canon AU - Paul/Duncan - About Pauls dream/visions - Companion to day 24.

Day 27: a song that helps describe how you feel right now - Malfunction - Steam Powered Giraffe - House of the Dragon Canon Era - Cregan Stark/Jacaerys Velaryon - Omegaverse AU.

Day 28: a song you used to hate but love now - Goodbye Waves - From First to Last - Dune Canon Era - Paul saying goodbye to Caladan.

Day 29: a song you have/want to download - choke - royal and the serpent - House of the Dragon Canon AU- Aemond Targaryen/Jacaerys Velaryon - A less people die AU

Day 30: a song you want to share - Monsters - Ruelle - The Last Kingdom Canon Era - Sihtric/Finan/Uhtred/Osferth - Vampire AU

look at me writing for some new ships/fandoms. be proud folks.

#Kirstin's Chronicles #Dune #The Last Kingdom #Shadowhunters #Merlin #House of the Dragon #Fanfiction #song prompt challenge 2023

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thescrapbookingscientist · 10 months

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Biweekly Media Roundup

- All Saints Street (Anime) - All Saints Street is on crunchyroll now! I like how they consolidated the episodes into 6 normal length ones, as while I enjoy the theme song it's so much nicer to be able to marathon the show without having to skip past it every 3-8 minutes. A new season will be airing soon so I figured this would be a good time for a rewatch and to hop back into the comics, as last year I considered this series to be an incredibly underrated gem given how cute its art style is, how good its comedy can be, and how likable all the characters are. It helps of course that I adore monsters, and this upcoming season will be including Crystal, one of my favorite characters from the webcomic. I hope they include the running plot of Nick accidently dating his coworker as well, as any scenario involving Nick being a cringe fail pathetic mess is top tier.

- Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 (Video Game) - I've been aware of the shoot a man war simulator franchise that is Call of Duty for a long while now and never in a million years did I think I'd ever be interested in playing one. And I still think that, as I haven't played one and never plan to. But. Some monster-loving blogs I like have been posting a lot of monster AUs about this particular cast so I went ahead and checked out some of the relevant canon plot/character interactions that would let me understand the context of the cool art and fics that I wanted to check out. The monster ones ended up being pretty fun so I checked out some of the non-monster ones too and again, some pretty solid fan works out there.

- Nimona (Movie) - I just watched this today so I do need some time to stew on it, but my first thoughts are that it's super cute and I had a lot of fun with it. I love how it looks, Ballister's design with his big puppy eyes and wet pathetic cat energy is great as is Nimona's with her pointy teeth and fun expressions, and how odd but fun the medieval yet also futuristic setting is. It's great to see a solid mlm couple in a movie aimed towards children as typically only wlw get that luxury, and as a non-binary/trans narrative I think it works pretty well. The found family aspect between Ballister and Nimona is of course great to see as well. There are some things I think could have been executed better, I wasn't too crazy about at least 50% of the comedy and I think the movie could get a little too predicable at times, but those are pretty small complaints for what was a very cute, wholesome, and visually impressive movie.

- Heavenly Delusion (Anime) - Probably my favorite of the season, This was a really solid first season - It's an interesting world and mystery, they don't overexplain things and are good at letting moments sit, the main characters were likable, and the pacing was really good considering how often we would receive satisfying foreshadowing that answered just enough to keep us invested while opening up all sorts of new questions.

- Oshi no Ko (Anime) - Once again I find myself at a crossroads of acknowledging that a piece of media not going in the direction that I wanted it to doesn't make it bad, but also being unable to separate my feelings of disappointment on the lost potential from my feelings on the show as a whole. I did enjoy this show, and I appreciate the behind the scenes looks at celebrity culture/show business and how it doesn't shy away from the darker and commercialized nature of it all, but with it springing between a reincarnation story to a murder mystery to a revenge plot to an actor career drama to an idol show, I just never felt like the focus was a strong as it needed it to be to keep me invested in the overarching plot. The weird age gap + First love but also new mother/brother/sister thing was also. A lot. That really didn't feel necessary when they could've just made the twins oddly intelligent children and gone from there. As I said before, I do love Skip Beat style narratives of actors working out how to get into character and affect the acting of those around them, so if it keeps doing that I will be interested in sticking around, but while I like the female characters more as characters their idol storyline is far less interesting, especially given how much the narrative is pushing that being an idol and idol culture is kind of awful actually, so maybe y'all should work towards a less toxic dream. Oh well, I don't mean to be so negative, the show did a lot of interesting things, including surprisingly portraying Youtuber and steamer culture in a realistic manner, and I did quite like the pseduo-main character of Kana Arima. I'll likely watch more but it's such a weird mix of ehhhhh and ehh actually maybe? That I wouldn't really recommend it to someone who isn't warned of a lot of weird stuff in advance.

- Ranking of Kings (Anime) - In retrospect it would have been nice to know that this season was more of a "additional content leading into the true continuation of the story" rather than a true second season from the beginning, as it would have saved me from watching the whole thing through a lens of "this is nice but uh when is plot going to happen?". Separated from that I am glad I watched it, it was nice to see Queen Hilling again, they did some fun things with the animation, and the last few episodes where we got some context for the Underworld brothers and the way demons work was pretty solid.

- Ace Attorney: Dual Destinies (Video Game) - Alright, so getting back into it, the 3rd and 4th cases were pretty neat. I don't much care about the optics of HOW the murders were committed, as I feel like that aspect is far more interesting from a player standpoint when you yourself are figuring out vs the observer standpoint where you just want to see the story play out, but the characters this time were pretty fun, and I like the way the plot is progressing as far as the main characters are involved. For the 3rd case, the 3 friends all confessing to a murder they didn't commit in order to protect the other ones who they think could have done it was quite sweet and made for a good story, and for the 4th case the lesbian mad scientist robot lady Blackquill was a great addition. Going into the last section of the game I've unfortunately already been spoiled to the true culprit, but it's still very satisfying to see Athena and Blackquill and other Blackquill play off each other and deal with their trauma. I'm still excited to see how the game will end, after which I'll probably put a hold on the mainline series to look at the Investigation spin-offs before finishing up with Spirit of Justice, which a lot of people claim is the series highlight.

- Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom (Video Game) - Okay actually now that I'm willing to explore it more the Depths are pretty neat. Also Tulin is my son and I love him.

- Crazy Ex Girlfriend (TV) - Yup.

Listening to: Let's Get This Over With by They Might Be Giants, Read Between the Lines by Tom Cardy, Ways to Go By GroupLove, Deathly Loneliness Attacks cover by SirHamnet, LosT by Bring Me the Horizon, Comatose by Skillet, Human by Gabrielle Aplin, Good Girls and Teeth by 5 Seconds of Summer, Nothing Good by Lea Salonga, That's What I Want by Lil Nas X, After Everything You Made Me Do and I Give Good Parent from Crazy Ex Girlfriend.

#weekly roundup #my post #This is late because I am tired

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op15-moonwaltz · 1 year

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I'M ALIVE, I DIDN'T FALL OFF THE EARTH, I JUST DIDN'T USE TUMBLR OFTEN TO FINISH WRITING AN OFFSHOOT OF SNR!! YOU CAN READ IT HERE! -> 'Seasonal Meetings', a standalone Saint Nicholas' Reign fic with the Seasonal Council! And Nick going Dad Mode on the other Legendary Council members when they end up hurting Jack with a 'prank'!

I'm so sorry this one took so long, so much has been going on IRL and writing has just been a PAIN. I'm sorry if this one's all over the place too, I've had so many ideas in my head and blue light headaches have been kicking my ass. (I FOUND OUT MY COMPUTER HAS A NIGHTLIGHT FEATURE THAT ELIMINATES BLUE LIGHT THOUGH, SO MAYBE I CAN WRITE A BIT LONGER WITHOUT DESTROYING MY BRAIN)

I've also been thinking of making a Discord server so those interested in SNR have an easier way of contacting me (and also because i need a little place to spout my goofiness about silly canadian man martin short to the masses), since I don't check Tumblr all that often. I go a day without opening it and get blown away by 15 notifications, which seems small and then I think about a room of 15 people and fly off my chair.

#the santa clause 3 #jack frost #martin short #saint nicholas' reign #original fiction #I'M HORRIBLE AT KEEPING DEADLINES SO SNR UPDATES WILL BE?? WHENEVER??#WHENEVER MY BRAIN DECIDES TO SHUT UP AND LET ME WRITE #(HOPEFULLY SOONER RATHER THEN LATER *SOB*)#I HOPE YOUS' LIKE THIS THOUGH!#AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOUS' THINK ABOUT THE DISCORD SERVER IDEA #I'LL HAVE TO GOOGLE HOW TO MAKE ONE BUT I'LL DO IT!

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hello lovely, hope you’re doing well! I was just wondering if you’d know (bc you nearly always know the answers to these questions) of any new ish tomlinshaw?? i feel like I’m starved of them, and am currently rereading all the old fics i can find! By new I mean like 2019 on, or even if you know of anyone writing tomlinshaw atm!! thank you thank you

Hi! So first of all, yes writers are still writing Tomlinshaw! Definitely not as many as there used to be, but it's still a pairing that gets written! Here are all the ones I've read and enjoyed since 2019! Happy reading!

—Recent Tomlinshaw Fics—

You and Me (Got a Whole Lot of History) by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

Nick loves the crush and fever of being right in the thick of things, but just the thought of Louis looking down and spotting him makes him feel a little queasy.

It hadn’t been a proper thing. It wasn’t a relationship.

here with me by haveufoundwhaturlookingfor / @sup3rbloom

Louis has been secretly dating Nick, and things were going so smoothly, but then Nick finds out that he's pregnant and they have no choice but to tell everyone about their relationship.

Particular by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

Nick is very particular about the upkeep of his hallway's Brazilian hardwood floor. He is very particular about the cleaning of his kitchen's fine Wedgewood china.

He is less particular in his bedroom.

You know I love you, babe by @lululawrence

Nick sighed happily to himself. Yet another wonderful decision by Past Nick was stocking the fridge with the cheesecake. He honestly had no recollection of purchasing it, but it was the best thing he’d eaten all day. There was something so perfectly satisfying about a piece of cheesecake.

He should wax poetic to Louis about it. Tell him how he didn’t miss him at all because the cheesecake was all he would ever need.

Or the one where Nick fucks up and scrambles to make it right. Too bad that just makes things worse.

Food Fight by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

It’s Louis’ famed cooking skills against Nick’s more cultured palate.

Fight.

Little Saint Nick by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

Nick meets a stranger in a bar and is told this Christmas season, he needs to 'learn to be nice'.

Costumes Must Be Sexy, Slutty and/or Stupid by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

It's a bit of a blast from the past to get an invite to Nick Grimshaw's fancy dress housewarming.

Shape of You by @reminiscingintherain

Ed goes onto BBC Breakfast to promote Divide. Nick flirts. Louis isn't impressed.

the next bit was spanners to my plan by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

The first time was an accident. The second time was an accident too.

Or: Louis and Nick end up shagging on the sly, everyone sends far too many emojis and far too few words, and eventually they're going to have to sort themselves out.

Use You As A Focal Point by Jiksa / @jiksax

“What am I, the fucking twink whisperer? You’ve been nothing but horrible to me. Last time I tried to kiss you, you lobbed a Chelsea boot at my head.”

Louis shows up at Nick's front door on the wrong side of midnight, asking for... things. Part 2 of I Found 'verse

if you should try to kiss her by @disgruntledkittenface

It’s kind of their thing now. They make relentless snarky comments to and about each other and exchange meaningful eye contact every time they think no one is looking. At least, that’s what Louis thinks they’re doing, like their own extended lesbian mating ritual. It seems obvious to her that they’re inevitable in some kind of cosmic, grand design type of way; they’re eventually going to end up together and fix up an old house and Nick will build a chicken coop for the backyard (or hire someone to build it, probably) and then they’ll live happily ever after, bickering the whole time.

If only she could be sure that’s what Nick thinks they’re doing.

Harry's annual Christmas party gives Louis her chance to be brave and tell Nick how she feels.

I'mma Give You A Promotion by @lululawrence

Nick: We should move in together

Louis stared at the phone, blinking in confusion. Maybe he really had already fallen asleep. There was no way in hell that Nick would be asking him to move in with him in their actual reality.

Louis swiped open his phone and was still staring at the text when Nick’s face took over his screen.

"What are you on about with moving in together?”

“Well, we can either not see each other at all during the stay at home order, or we can move in together,” Nick explained.

“And you figured we should just move in together?” Louis asked, shocked.

Or the one where Louis and Nick have had a bit of a thing, but it was never meant to be permanent. They hadn't even defined it. Then COVID happened and changed everything.

A Fist Full of Glitter by @reminiscingintherain

Nick G: Fancy going to the BRITs tonight? Got a ticket with your name on.Louis: Is there any universe in which I’d say no to this? I think not.Nick G: I’ll pick you up at 6:30pm. Suit’s being messengered over now.Louis: You spoil me. <3 xx

Or: Louis' a Sugar Baby, Nick's his proper and formal Sugar Daddy. What could possibly happen to make that change?

The Colors Are Different by orphan_account

“I didn't know you'd be here Grim!” Harry says happily. Nick looks equally peeved as he catches sight of Louis right there, wearing the exact same shirt as he is. Louis really should’ve gone over to Ed – he could’ve spared both of them this traumatic experience.

‘Didn’t know you would be here either.’

It’s clear Nick mostly means Louis.

It’s not like there’s some sort of rule about the host of Capital’s morning show and the host of Radio 1’s breakfast show not being at the same events, but – they kind of pretend there is anyways.

or the one where Nick and Louis are opposites in every way, except maybe they aren't after all.

With Your Hand In Mine by @lululawrence

Louis reached out and latched his hand onto Nick’s arm. “What was that?”

“One of the previous inmates that mysteriously died here, I’d imagine,” Nick whispered into Louis’ ear.

Louis shivered, but he wasn’t sure if it was because of Nick being so close or the fact he was growing more and more concerned that he was going to pee his pants during this.

Okay, it was the latter if the shot of anxiety currently running through him was any indication, but he did have goosebumps from Nick’s breath grazing Louis’ neck as well.

Or the one where Louis hates haunted houses, Nick likes them, and Louis likes Nick. Things end better than Louis expects.

Swerve the Handshake by @lululawrence

There's a pandemic afoot and social distancing is being recommended for everyone, but what is to be done to still greet people with respect whilst avoiding the handshake?

Scott and Chris have ideas, and Grimmy becomes attached to a particular suggestion.

Brighter This Time by Jiksa / @jiksax

Louis’s a little lost, a little heartbroken, and maybe a little… something else. Nick’s just a shit bartender.

burning our pretty little hearts by icarusinflight

Nick's twenty-nine, and still not the least bit ready for it, when he finds his soulmate.

Can't Forget You by @writcraft

Nick wakes up in hospital and discovers he's lost several years of memories, including getting together—and breaking up—with Louis Tomlinson, the owner of the local café that Nick's being trying to pull for ages.

As he tries to work out what went wrong, Nick falls in love with Louis all over again.

To Fall Down At Your Door by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships

Nick has failed to pay attention in any of the meetings leading up to him filming a documentary in the Scottish Highlands, mostly because he's just been dumped and he's in the middle of some very important wallowing. This does not entirely explain what Louis Tomlinson is doing there filming in the Highlands with him, and it absolutely does not explain why the world's press seems to think that they've just got married without telling anyone.

He's fairly certain none of this is actually his fault, but it doesn't change the fact that everything has suddenly got a little bit weird.

You're a Nightmare, I'm a Disaster by @lululawrence

As Nick scanned the shelves, his eyes caught on a bright blue binding. Snooki, it read, A Shore Thing.

“Oh my God,” Nick mumbled, trying not to laugh as he picked it up. He’d watched bits and pieces of Jersey Shore way back in the day.

Without bothering to look any further around the store, he headed up to the counter where Blue eyes was watching him. Nick cleared his throat nervously and set the book on the counter and the man immediately flashed him a look of disdain.

“Seriously? Out of everything we have available, you chose the book we special ordered for a customer?”

“Well, it can’t be that bad if someone specifically requested it, right?” Nick said, trying to keep a teasing tone.

“Why do you think we still have it if it was a special order?” the man asked with a scoff. “They returned it after reading something like three pages.”

Nick frowned at the book. “Well that doesn’t seem very fair.”

Or the one where Nick is a writer, Louis works in a bookshop, and things don't exactly start off on the right foot, but they might just end on it.

You are the feeling of drugs, pulling the chain of my love by WeAreTheLuckyOnes

Louis gets bored with all the questions by the next week and tells everyone, in no uncertain terms, to fuck off, in a Facebook post he subsequently deletes the next day. Instead, he chooses to ignore all his friends.

And text Nick.

Kind of Tough to Tell a Scruff (Stand and Deliver) by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships

There must be one good thing about your new place.

Nick considers for a while. There's a fit bloke lives down my hall, he types finally.

In which Nick moves north and Louis lives next door.

A Reckless Hallelujah by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships

You're too short to be a dancer, they'd said. Competition's really tough. You should have applied when you were 11. You can't commute to the Royal Ballet School from Doncaster, they'd said. Why would you even try?

The Million Reasons Why by @reminiscingintherain

When closeted Manchester United striker Louis Tomlinson visits his secret boyfriend Nick Grimshaw on the Radio 1 Drivetime Show to promote his charity work, how long can secrets remain secret?

Taking The Plunge by @writcraft

The one with lots of diving metaphors.

Or: Nick and Louis agree to be boyfriends. Eventually.

Leo season by @disgruntledkittenface

“Didn’t catch your name earlier?” he asks, tilting his head to go along with his lilting voice.

“Nnrg,” Nick replies smoothly, failing to meet Louis’ hand with his own as he realizes just how garbled his smooth reply actually was. He overcorrects and vaguely slaps Louis’ hand before managing to wring it in his own, much to Louis’ apparent amusement.

Carefree. Confident. Over the top. Nick may be a bit of a disaster, but no one can deny the mood for Leo season suits him.

Like Honey to the Bee by @lululawrence

Nick didn’t even remember knocking, but suddenly the door he also didn’t realise he was leaning on opened and he started falling inside Louis and Harry’s flat.

“Fuck,” Nick blurted as he tried to right himself. He was caught by Louis, which was great because he was exactly who he wanted to see and he didn’t really fancy dropping a massive jar of honey on his doorstep.

“Nicholas?” Louis asked.

Nick couldn’t help it. Hearing Louis call him by his full name made him shiver. He usually hated it, but there was something magical about Louis Tomlinson that made the usual negative association suddenly become an incredibly positive one.

“I brought you honey,” Nick blurted as he handed Louis the jar.

“I can see that,” Louis said, sounding confused. “Thanks?”

“Of course! It’s what friends do, yeah?”

Or the one where Nick has been trying to find a way to get past the banter stage with Louis for ages, and honey might be just what he needs to finally do so.

That's My Thing by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

“Suppose I did it on purpose.”

And Louis’ eyebrow jumps again, just for a moment.

“Did you now?” His eyes flash, an underlying playfulness belying the anger painted across his, fuck, absolutely sharp as knives cheekbones. “Wanted a bit of trouble, maybe?”

All Nick can do is nod, tightly and rapidly. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, eager for Louis to demand he put them to work.

Nick comes home to find Louis inexplicably primed for a fight...or perhaps something a bit more interesting.

You Don't Care About Me (One More Night) by @lululawrence

“Nick. You’re into guys. What should I do?”

Nick snorted. “You think just ‘cause I’m gay, I know what you should do?”

Louis blinked at him and Nick admired his eyelashes against his will. “Well. Kind of, yeah.”

“That is not how this works,” Nick said. “Besides, it’s not like you can just go and suck someone’s dick to be sure you like it the way I did. You’re too famous to try it my way.”

Louis’ expression changed to one of awe. “That’s how you figured it out? You sucked some random’s dick?”

Nick shrugged. “Yeah. Basically. I mean, I knew for pretty damn sure before that, mind you, but that did solidify the matter for me.”

“I need to suck a dick,” Louis said, turning to look at the wall of Nick’s room.

“You could suck mine, if it would help,” Nick offered before he could stop himself.

Or the one where Louis pines for Harry and Nick helps ease his way into figuring himself out through a friends with benefits sort of arrangement. Things quickly turn complicated.

pas de deux by @turnyourankle

Nick has been teasing Louis for a long time.

walk, walk fashion baby by @disgruntledkittenface

He couldn’t give a fuck about impressing these people, he’s only there to play the supportive boyfriend. But as he searches high and low for said boyfriend, one thought keeps gnawing at him, the sinking suspicion that Nick had dressed him up not so that Louis would feel more comfortable at the event, but so that Nick would feel more comfortable with Louis at the event.

Maybe this assignment is starting to fuck with his head.

Louis loves his supportive boyfriend, his passionate and interesting band of friends and coworkers, and his pair of quirky and dedicated dogs. What he doesn’t love is his job as co-editor of the Lifestyle section at a popular site aimed at millennials. But he was getting by until a new assignment landed in his lap: Let Your Boyfriend Dress You For A Week. His best mate Harry assured him it’d be a laugh, a bit of fun, but Louis was sure that Nick would dress him like an utter knob and his mates would take the piss all week.

He didn’t expect to actually learn something about himself.

regular touch by icarusinflight

Shoes for sale Paid £110 Looking for £80 Will sell for £50 and a good story

or Nick makes an impulse shoe purchase, and gets more than she’d bargained for when she puts them up for sale.

London Rain by @writcraft

Anonymous online encounters seem like a good way for Louis to explore his growing interest in men. Having phone sex with Nick Grimshaw was not part of the plan.

#ficrec #ask #forthetherapyy #tomlinshaw

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