This is an older fic and I’m honestly surprised it doesn’t have more hits. I know some people have read it but it you haven’t check it out!! It’s one of my early favorites and one I come back to again and again.
Summary:
“If you don’t meet your spouse at Watford, Penny says, you could end up alone – or going on singles tours of Magickal Britain.“
Ten years after Watford, Simon is lonely and magic-less, and ends up doing exactly what he vowed he would never do - going on a singles tour of Magickal Britain. The only problem is that out of all the mages in England, he’s been matched with Baz Pitch, who seems just as moody, rude and annoyingly attractive as he used to be.
This is a post-Wayward Son fic that imagines the gang back at Watford after their return from America. It tenderly confronts the idea that Simon retains some residual magic, explores his Salisbury family connections, and gives such a lovely snapshot of this found family, and the depth of love between Simon and Baz. It’s a very healing fic. Canon divergent now that AWTWB is out but oh so worth the read. Just lovely.
Ok, full disclosure, I am so fond of reading domestic fluff and this totally hits the domestic fluff buttons, but it also is a very healing fic to read? It’s like an epilogue to AWTWB. It addresses some of their past Watford-era conflict and it features body worship and intimacy and just go read it! (Also, it’s this author’s first fic in the fandom and I’d like to see more from them.)
Summary:
A night at home a week after events of AWTWB. Simon and Baz in bed. An exploration of scars. Memories of their time at Watford. Confessions. Boys in love. Mostly fluff but a little hint of more. AWTWB spoilers.
She still worried about what the next few years might bring. She still had insecurities, flaws, imperfections she wished she could hide. But beside her was someone who loved her for those things, not despite them. And as they kissed, she could imagine an entire future together.
Waking up next to Nanami every morning is a privilege.
On his days off, he loves to sleep in and stay in bed for as long as possible. If you try to wake him up, he‘ll grumble and bury his face deeper in his pillow and pull the blanket higher. Let him stay in the warmth and comfort of your bed a bit longer. He really needs some rest.
You take your time to look at him. Rays of sunshine make their way through the blinds, illuminating his face and making him look like an angel. He squeezes his eyes shut and scrunches his nose, annoyed by the disturbance. You chuckle and reach your hand out to feel his hair. It‘s so soft especially since he hasn‘t put any products in it yet. You scoot closer and pull his head towards your chest. If he wants to stay in bed, his wish is your command. It‘s not like you‘d complain in the first place.
While Nanami was desperately trying to stay in dream-land, you were already thinking about how to spoil him that day. What breakfast should you get him? The answer was as clear as day. Get fresh bread from the bakery and make some scrambled eggs. And of course, coffee shouldn‘t be missing either. There‘s nothing Nanami loved more than waking up to the smell of freshly made breakfast. In his opinion, it was the best meal. It could make or break his whole day.
Sensing your stares, Nanami begrudgingly opens his eyes and slowly adjusts to his surroundings. You smile at him and how cute he looks with his hair completely disheveled. He turns his face away from you and yawns. He then buries his face back in your chest and pulls you closer. You laugh at his clinginess and run your hand over his back.
summary: here comes the bride (a sort of prequel to this fic but can be read alone)
warnings: none? brief mention of getting stabbed by natasha lol
words: 503
a/n:@real-jane I promised you more and I hope I delivered I have more ideas with them so let me know if you want me to keep going with these two (also this bit was fully inspired by this pic of seblol)
Y'know those compilations on YouTube of men crying when they see their wives walk down the aisle for the first time? The ones where the dude turns around and he’s already got snot running down his face and he’s just sobbing uncontrollably? Yeah, that’s what Bucky looks like right now.
summary:you find it difficult to manage with living to a new city and the last semester before graduating uni but your fuck buddy knew just how to take your mind off your work
word count: 3.2k
notes: fluff/smut, maybe some suggestive tones as well
when you first moved to manchester from liverpool half a year ago you promised to yourself that you’d strictly focus on your studies. you wanted to be closer to your university campus and the daily hour train travel was starting to get tiring. having recently gone through a break up with your ex boyfriend, you wanted to stay alone for a while, move to a new city, have a fresh start, only focusing on yourself and the demanding last few months of being an undergraduate university student.
Blurb: Chelsea have had a bad run of games lately and your boyfriend isn’t paying you any attention as a result, leaving you both frustrated but for very different reasons.
FYI - This is based on the bad run of games, several injuries and the covid outbreak Chelsea had around Christmas time, I just didn’t get chance to finish it then.
You sat on his sofa, letting out a heavy sigh as you heard the whistle blow on the TV, the match ending in yet another draw for Chelsea. You knew this was going to hit Mason hard, being a perfectionist and having high expectations of himself and his team, but Chelsea had been going through a bad spell recently, something that Mason knew they would overcome eventually but it was still frustrating when they were failing to win the games that would normally be stacked in their favour.
It was an away game against Wolves and due to the recent spike in Covid cases, Mason told you to stay home instead of attending like you usually would, to try and reduce the chance of you catching it and having to isolate. You didn’t live with Mason, although you stayed over most nights, and as of recent you felt like it was a waste of time as he hardly spoke to you, but you knew he needed you there, even if he wouldn’t admit it.
- Every decade or so, the students have to repaint the classrooms. Elemmírë forced them to like it by telling them they could pick the color scheme, and Rúmil is always thankful he’s partially colorblind.
- Discord helped me title all the books here! A good portion of them are actual fics (!!), so this post is therefore full of fic recs. ✌️ Links below the cut.
- The frieze on the dais has (imagined) scenes of oathtakers accepting their oaths - L to R is Lenwë, Morwë, Enel, Culunálta, & Finwë. No, Rùmil did not have input on the design.
- He helped to found the university, so of courseeverything is wheelchair-accessible. This becomes very helpful later when elves start arriving on ships to Valinor having lost limbs to various wars.
- Yes, he’s an ambulatory wheelchair user. Fëanor made him that cane (not that he tells anyone this - he doesn’t want weird looks) and it’s nearly indestructible.
(disclaimer: ratings & content differ; look through the tags yourself! these are not in any kind of order, and i’ve read most but not all of them myself. )
Summary: Fives confronts Athena and makes preparations for Ju’Lah and Gol’Chek’s arrival in the village
Chapter Rating: Explicit
Warnings: References to sex, some angst, mentions of nightmares/past violence, pregnancy mention, abortion mention.
Reminder that I use #ro’s protected tag for sensitive content including n*fw and triggers, so please block that tag if you have concerns about content!
Ships: Fives x Male!OC, Fives x Female!OC
Word Count:4.8k
A/N: This takes place in tandem with Ch. 14 of What Blooms in Thunder, for those of you following along.
If I missed anything in the warnings/tags that you feel should be included, please let me know.
Pairing: Wolffe x Fem!Reader (she/her pronouns used) Word Count: 4.3k Series Rating: Explicit (18+ only) Chapter Summary: An ending. A beginning. ❤ Chapter Warnings: sexual content. A/N:fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. (there’s a full, coherent author’s note at the end of the chapter.)
Y/N stares at the three pregnancy test on the countertop with two prominent lines on every single one, tears filling her eyes.
She’s not ready for a baby? Right? This can’t be happening right now.
She lets the tears spill over her eyes, letting out a loud sob as she looks at the tests, picking one of them up and inspecting it before throwing it at the wall opposite her.
“For fucks sake!” She shouts, burying her face in her hands.
She’s only twenty two, she’s got a whole life and career ahead of her. And Harry? What’s he going to say about this? She’s pregnant with his baby after all.
Y/N rests her head against the cool ceramic sink, not bothering to stop her tears.
…
Y/N made her decision quickly, she doesn’t want a child and it took her an hour to decide that and all she can do is pray that Harry will understand.
So she makes her way into the kitchen where he is to deliver the news.
“Harry” She says quietly, making him turn his head to look at her, “Hey baby, you okay?” He asks noticing her tear stained cheeks, “Harry we have to talk” She says avoiding his eyes.
Harry gulps and nods, “Okay, let’s talk” He says, a hint of nervousness in his voice as he stands up and walks toward her.
“I don’t, I don’t know any other way to tell you this” She sighs, “Harry I’m pregnant” She says quickly, finally looking at him as he gawps at her.
“What?” He asks, “Wait really?” He asks and she nods, watching as a slow smile spreads across his face.
“This is great!” He grins, “You’re pregnant!” He says excitedly, “Why do you not look happy?” He asks.
“I’m not keeping it Harry” She says, deciding to rip the band-aid off quickly.
“Wha- what?” Harry asks again, his face dropping.
“I’m not keeping it. I don’t have plans for a kid in the near future I don’t want it” Y/N says.
“When did you find out?” Harry asks in shock, “About an hour ago?” Y/N says, “And you’ve made up your mind already?” Harry asks.
“I don’t want a kid H. It’s as simple as that” She says, “No it’s not!? You found out an hour ago and you just told me now, can we not talk about this at least?!” He asks.
“This is my decision Harry, I don’t want a kid” Y/N says again, “It’s not just your decision though? We’re in a relationship Y/N we’re supposed to talk about things and make this decision together!” Harry yells.
“I don’t want a fucking kid Harry!” Y/N yells back, “This is my kid too Y/N! You can’t just deicide this yourself? That’s my kid and you just made the decision of killing it without even consulting me!” He yells at her.
“You’re not the one that has to fucking give birth to it! I’m a model for God’s sake Harry, this is going to affect my entire life, my job, my body, my mental state, it’s not just one, two, three push!” She shouts, “I know that alright, I know?! But this is my kid we’re talking about here, I’d get it if you’d sit down and explain it to me but you’re just making the decision and apparently I’ve got no say in the matter?!” He shouts back at her.
“Come have a say when you have to push a damn kid out of your vagina! Have a say when your body continually has to change for nine months before you give birth, when you’re the one that has to stop working and has to give up your entire life for a kid! I’m twenty two for God’s sake I’ve got a life ahead of me! I’ve got plans and hopes and dreams, I’m still a kid!” Y/N yells.
Harry opens his mouth to say something but shuts it again, still not having registered with the fact his kid is in his girlfriend’s stomach nonetheless the fact she was going to abort it.
“This is my choice Harry, I know it’s your kid too and I’m really sorry-” Y/N starts her voice cracking as she breaks down again, “I’m so sorry, but I’m not ready right now, I can’t-” She cries, a loud sob cutting her off, “I’m sorry” She sobs.
“I know” Harry sighs stepping forward and wrapping his arms around her tightly as she cries.
“I’m sorry for being a dick, I’m just shocked and confused and I don’t know what to think right now” He says, starting to cry himself.
“This is your choice, I know that and I’m going to support and love you no matter what alright? All I ask is that we talk about this and you wait a few days to make your mind up, we’re both still trying to let this register with us” He says.
“I don’t want it Harry” Y/N says, “I know, but please just take a day or so to think about it, if that’s still your choice at that point then I 100% understand” He says and Y/N sighs.
“Alright” She nods, “I love you so much” Harry whispers, holding her closer to him, “I love you too” Y/N says, shutting her eyes.
Over the next few days Y/N thinks long and hard about her decision, she’s glad she did take some time to think about it and didn’t just decide on the day she found out though.
Harry was beyond supportive and helped her through a couple of breakdowns about not knowing what to do, despite his initial reaction which was valid in Y/N’s opinion considering she just told him she was pregnant and then said she wasn’t keeping it almost immediately after it.
She thinks about it a lot, not being entirely sure until she has a proper sit down and a conversation with herself about who she is as a person and what would be best for the ‘baby.’
Y/N was still irresponsible, she didn’t have her life figured out properly and trying to drag a kid through that train wreck with her was unfair to everyone, she was twenty two and had dreams and things she wanted to do before having children.
In the end her decision became clearer and clearer, she wasn’t ready for the change and the responsibility that came with having children.
She wanted to live, she wanted to travel the world, she wanted to become a full time model and release a clothing brand, she wanted to get married, she wanted to have a life before having children.
People will probably argue with her decision but it’s not really their business what she does with her own body, her body would change, her mental state would falter, she’d have to give birth and give up some of her dreams if she had kids, and she doesn’t think that’s fair to her nor the child. Or even Harry.
“Harry” Y/N whispers to her boyfriend as they lay in bed, “Hm?” Harry asks, “I’m not ready” She says, her voice cracking, turning her head to look at Harry who nods.
“That’s okay baby, I understand” He says, tears filling his eyes just like Y/N.
“I will be some day, I’m just not ready for that stage of my life yet” She says, tears spilling out of her eyes, “I know” Harry nods placing a wet kiss to her forehead.
“I don’t want to make you sad, I don’t want you to hate me” She cries, “Listen to me yeah? I asked you to think about it, and you did, it’s your body and your decision and I’m no person to try and pressure you into a pregnancy you don’t want. I’m not going to hate you for it and yeah I’m a little upset but I’ve still got you okay? That’s all that matters to me, as long as you’re happy I’m happy” He sniffles.
“You’re too good for me, I don’t deserve you” Y/N sobs, hiding her face in his chest, “You deserve the world love, we’re in this together yeah? You and I always” He says as she nods against his chest.
“You and I always” She repeats, holding him as close as possible to her.
Harry was there for the doctors appointment, Y/N wasn’t ready and Harry understood why, he loves her and he would be there for her no matter what, just like he said he would, he held her hand and told her he loves her, reminded her everything would be alright and made sure she felt as loved and as safe with him as she could.
He was there when she told her family, unlike Harry’s family hers were very close minded and religious and didn’t take the news well, but Harry stood up for her and let them know that their opinions didn’t matter as long as Y/N was happy with her choice and that it was her body and she had the right to do whatever the hell she wanted with it, no matter what they thought.
And Y/N was beyond grateful Harry was such an understanding and loving person that she got to call her own.
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Remember that it’s YOUR BODY YOUR CHOICE. What other people think doesn’t matter, if you’re happy with your choice and your decision that’s all that matters.
Ifyou don’t have a uterus you don’t have a say.
If someone wants to keep their baby that’s totally fine! If not that’s also totally fine! You have no business telling others what they can and can’t do.
“Don’t let anyone tell you who you’re supposed to be, don’t let anyone tell you what you’re supposed to do with your body, don’t let anyone tell you what you can and can’t do with your own self.” - Harry Styles.
Type-Multiple blurbs, but in total word count, they make a One-Shoty blurb. So, consider this a One-Shoty Blurb!
Verse- Model!Harry x Fashion-Designer!Y/n
Word Count- 1.6k
Warnings- Slight smut. Not proofread.
A/n- I had been planning this one for days but when the teaser came out, the inspo hit.
Sort of a description- Harry is a model and doing a photoshoot, and the clothes are obviously designed by the woman we all love, Y/n. Hahah xD Also, this one includes the dazed photoshoots, as well as what he wore in the teaser, so let’s assume that all of these are for the same: Dazed (including the teaser one <3).
A sigh leaves Y/n’s mouth from the back of her throat as her mouth hangs wide open, eyes never seeming to leave the beauty that just walked in and is standing parallel to the doorframe.
“Y- you look, oh- ugh, oh my lord. You look so pretty,” she trailed off, standing up from where she had sat down on the wooden floor due to the chair being full of Harry’s home clothes he had arrived on the shoot wearing. And then again, it’s a dressing room, you can’t expect it to have ten chairs and three sofas.
The sofa being full of the next clothes he’s gonna wear, is just whole another story.
Y/n walks towards him, eyes glued to his frame as he poses for her. “You look gorgeous, Harry. Just the way I had wanted you to look,” she says, her hands coming to touch him.
She slowly slides her hand all over his body, checking out her work on him, or checking out him in her work, she’s not quite sure.
“Harry! Everyone’s ready!” The photographer calls for him.
The Designer was about to kiss him good luck when she halts her actions. “Holy- wait a second,” she asks, causing him to chuckle as she rushes towards the tiny desk in the room and fishes out a few things from her purse.
“Here,” she quickly applies some of her lip-balm on his lips, and yells that Harry is going out there in 5 to the crew, in the process.
Very frantically but smoothly, she draws a thin line of black eyeliner towards the end and just above his pretty eyes-lashes. She moves back a bit to observe her work and checks everything out as the makeup artist had already worked on him.
She just hopes that they won’t get mad, the make-up artist.
A sloppy smile stretches out on her lips. “You’re good now. Look like an absolute angel,” she admits, kissing the tip of his nose.
“You forgot the part where you dropped off a precious little kitten with a bloke who barely knows how to wipe his own arse,” Harry added, and despite his disgruntled appearance, Y/N finds herself giggling, “And I’m not going to keep fucking you if you’re in a relationship with the Irish man.”
Her laughter paused like the scratching of a record, head tilting to the side, “What?”
“Niall,” he says his name like a curse, spitefully, like even tasting it on his tongue was enough to piss him off, “You were with him in his cabin, weren’t you?”
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Harry is jealous and how could Y/N leave Strudel with Adam of all people?
Levi was a clean freak, you knew it from the start, which was why the way he sucked your fingers was too good to be true. [500 words, fluff turned smut, fem!reader]
On your first date, his courteous kiss on the back of your hand. You thought less than nothing of it, thinking the move to be typical of any new boyfriend. If only you knew how much it really meant coming from the germaphobe. In your mind, he was taking things slow. From his perspective, the opposite. Not everyone got that kiss.
Next were the exhausted nights. Sharing his pristine bed with someone, with you, for the first time - Levi found a new way to sign off on the day: intertwining his fingers with yours, pulling the back of your hand to his lips he now moisturizes, and speaking softly against your skin, “Good night, brat.”
Those calm nights were followed by lazy mornings. Before you moved in, Levi was the type to rise at the crack of dawn, go on a run, take a shower, brew a pot of black coffee, and go go go even on the weekends. However, he has since found a sight even more lovely than the sunrise in the angel that sleeps beside him. Instead of jolting out of bed, he entangles you both in sheets, silently insisting the two of you stay for as long as possible. Asking for his opinion on your this and that, you comb your fingers through his hair and cup his cheek in your palm. Pillow talk over the week’s plans, he wraps his grip around your wrist and kisses your hand warm.
You have changed him in countless ways, and as a consequence, he has surprised you that many more times. Particularly, the first time you slept with him.
summary: spencer attends his college girlfriend’s wealthy family party. when she makes fun of his inability to fit in there, another partygoer is more than willing to make his night better. request?:no pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader category: spicy fluff content warnings:(17+ for suggestive makeout scene), a bit of self-deprecative/insecure thoughts (spencer), language word count:3.6k a/n: we only have one more, and then the reid from the vault collection is officially over. this was a fun one to write, one of the tropes in here is one of my favorites to read and i want to write way more of it later. anyway, i hope you enjoy this i’d love to see what you think!
When Spencer moved to California for school, he never once thought he’d be dating an heiress. It hadn’t ever been a part of his ten-year plan—nor his twenty, or even his thirty. The fact of the matter was, there was no way Spencer could have ever predicted that at twenty-one, he’d be attending a new years’ eve party with some of the wealthiest people in Los Angeles.
But there he was, arm bent at the elbow so Cecile could hold onto him as they made their way around the room. It was her father’s party, of course, so that meant instead of enjoying the night they would be spending the night bouncing from group to group thanking everyone for coming.
“Spencer’s working on his third Ph.D.,” Cecile told everyone they talked to, and each time Spencer would shy away, face looking down in hopes these strangers would know he didn’t like her bragging about it so much.
“Cecile, I don’t think everyone needs to know,” he spoke up after the eighth time she brought it up. Though he was proud of his accomplishments, so much attention being called to him made his skin prickle uncomfortably. Already the outfit was too much—the stiff material of the button-up practically clawing at his arms and the suit jacket doing nothing but limiting his movement. The shoes weren’t as broken in and comfortable as his Converse, instead, a brand new pair of dress shoes from a brand Spencer couldn’t hope to pronounce much less recognize.
“Of course they do, Spence,” Cecile laughed, squeezing his arm, “I want everyone to know how successful you are.”
summary: you never thought that you would ever be trapped inside your own room with your best friend namjoon while your roommate is having loud sex in your living room but you were not at all complaining about where it led the two of you.
For months and months, you tried to convince yourself that what you felt wasn’t a crush, that the tightness in your ribcage whenever you saw Namjoon had nothing to do with your feelings towards him - you told yourself over and over again that his deep dimples, that even were hiding in his handsome face when he wasn’t smiling were not affecting you whatsoever and that the way his broad shoulders looked in his oversize hoodies didn’t make you want to lean on them at all.
But the more you tried to tell yourself, the more you had to realize that the truth is that you were indeed falling for your best friend. And honestly, how could you not with his hand on your legs when you were at parties and with him making sure you’re never going home alone, if he couldn’t pick you up he’d at least insist on talking on the phone until you were safe in bed. It didn’t take long for you to realize that Namjoon was the born boyfriend, checking all your boxes when you imagined how the perfect significant other should be.
–summary: as if watching the guy you were hopelessly in love with hook up with another girl each weekend wasn’t enough, he also happened to be your best friend, making things extra complicated. and it only gets worse and worse once he finds you crying in the bathroom at a party one night.
–warnings: some angst, some fluff, a lot of alcohol, jealousy, yoongi being a bit of a fuckboy, crying, reader being in an emotional rollercoaster during the whole fic. not proof-read because i am that lazy, i’m sorry.
How the hell did you always end up in the same situation?
It was a reoccurring event by now: You on the dancefloor of some stranger’s living room, a drink in your hand and your friends by your side. That itself didn’t sound too bad, if it wasn’t for the knot you felt in your stomach.
By now it was almost a familiar feeling; the pain and uncertainty have been ruining your last few Saturday nights out.
“What’s the problem?” you almost couldn’t hear Hoseok yell over the loud music but his facial expressions gave away that he seemed worried about you.
“I’m fine,” you promised and gave him a bright smile before raising your cup for him to toast with you – both of you knew you weren’t fine at all but after being your friend for years Hoseok knew better than to harass you into telling what was occupying your mind.
You appreciated your friend very much for that, happy that he would never pressure you into saying out loud what almost everyone assumed anyways.
Though no one knew for sure what the reason for your mood swings was – it was okay for them to assume it, but you would never admit it. If any of your friends found out you knew they’d try to get involved and only would make things more awkward than they already were for you.
Crying and melting into a puddle. What a good fic. Omg the angst the ending!!! Ugh like tear my heart out and put it back together. I love this yoongi and I love this hoseok. 10/10 what a nice nice read!
warnings: 18+ minors dni, fingering, nipple sucking, mating press, creampie, unprotected sex, size kink, big cock toji, fem reader, sub reader, toji is kinda soft in this but still a tease, cervix fucking (1 mention) clit smacking (1 mention) dacryphilia,,,,let me know if i missed anything. 3.7k words
sum: Be like the love that discovered the sin, that freed the first man, would do so again, and lover be good to me.
alright i’ve been sucked back in-please send me harry potter fics. i will accept drarry, wolfstar, perciver, albus/scorpius, linny, and more! thank you all <3
