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tigriswolfTitle: there’s nothin’ I’m runnin’ from
Fandom: One Direction RPF
Disclaimer: they belong to themselves, being real and all; title from “Strong”
Warnings: none
Pairings: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 320
Point of view: third
Prompt: any. any. Making time for the important things.
They've been to more places than Louis had ever dreamed he'd see in person and he keeps a list of them. Sometimes, they'd only been to the hotel and the arena or stadium, hadn't been able to do any sightseeing or touristy things, and he notes down the ones Harry had seemed sad about.
They're so busy now, time blocked off for what being a boybander requires, but it won't always be like this. They'll come back, he and Harry (and the boys, if they want, but in a different room), they'll visit everywhere again, and waste time taking pictures that won't come out, kiss anywhere they want no matter who's watching, and they won't worry about what it might do to the One Direction brand.
They'll just be Louis and Harry, as in love as the day they met, and finally able to show it.
He has another list, too, of all the places he'll propose, when they're free to be themselves. It's not quite as long as the first, and carefully coded in case Harry gets curious.
"Still workin' on that?" Zayn asks, dropping into the seat across from him. Liam, Niall, and Harry are on the other bus, probably watching a ridiculous movie. "Gonna work up the nerve soon?"
Louis laughs softly. "It's not about nerves, is it?" It's never been nerves. He would've proposed in the X-Factor house, if Harry hadn't been so young. He'd propose in every city they've been in, if it wouldn't cost the other boys so much.
"Just two more years," he tells Zayn.
Just two more years.
"I'm going to get another tattoo," he adds, grinning just a little at how everyone will react. No, he can't propose yet but they'll come back and until he can kiss Harry when and wherever they want, inking it into his skin for the world to see will be good enough.
Title: growing up
Fandom: Winnie the Pooh
Disclaimer: the girl is mine
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 325
Prompt: Winnie-the-Pooh, any, playing Pooh sticks
The girl is young but she looks so familiar - "Have you been in the Wood before?" Pooh Bear asks, coming to a stop beside her. Piglet is bouncing beside him, nervous. He does so fear meeting new people.
She looks harmless, though. "I don't think so," she says. She looks at Pooh then Piglet and then around at the trees. "I'm Kristin," she says smartly with a toss of her hair, holding out her hand. "And you?"
"Winnie the Pooh," he says with a jolly laugh, shaking her hand firmly. "Friends call me Pooh Bear."
"Pi-Piglet," Piglet says with a squeak when she offers her hand to him. Pooh is very proud when he takes her hand.
"What is there to do around here?" Kristin asks.
There is something to familiar about her. Her eyes? A long time ago, Pooh had a friend with eyes that same color.
"Kristin," Pooh says, "have you ever played Pooh Sticks?"
She shakes her head.
"Come on, then," he says. "Piglet, will you join us?"
"I, I don't think so," Piglet answers. "I'll go help Rabbit with his garden." He hurries off and Pooh sighs.
"It was good to meet you!" Kristin calls after him. She glances around at the trees again.
"The brook is this way," Pooh says, turning; Kristin falls into step with him. She’s not much taller. “Gather up a good stick,” Pooh instructs, looking hard at the ground as they pass by.
“My dad’s told me about a place like this,” she says. “What’s it called?”
Her dad – “Is his name Christopher?” Pooh asks, not sure why that name is important.
“No,” Kristin says, crouching down to grab a stick. “My grandpa was named Christopher, though.”
“It’s a good name,” Pooh tells her. “And that’s a good stick!”
“So what are the rules?” Kristin scoops up another stick.
“They’re rather simple,” Pooh says, because all things are, in the Hundred Acre Wood.
Title: untitled
Fandom: Marvel movies/Mulan
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: none
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 45
Prompt: MCU/Disney, any Avenger/any Prince/ss, not as unlikely as imagined
Note: I have a vague backstory that involves rips in time and space.
"You are amazing," Shang says as Natasha lands in front of him. Mulan has to catch her breath before she rises to her feet.
"You're not so bad yourself," Natasha says, catching Mulan's eye with a shy smile.
Mulan's smile widens. "Another round?" she asks.
Untitled
Any historical royal of reader’s choice
Warnings for mention of child death
Prompt: Historical RPF. any. The crown isn't enough.
Had he only taken the throne, perhaps she would have been content. But he wanted more, and that more included the eradication of all threats to his kingdhood, the vile usurper and traitor. He had a loyal army and a populace of fools who adored him, and still it was not enough.
Her children lie dead for the threat they might pose but all discount her.
She smiles at him, the murderer on his stolen throne, and he does not see the poison in it.
He'll taste it soon enough.
Title: lighting up the kerosene
Finished September 22, 2015
Prompt: Author’s choice, author’s choice, don’t tell me to be silent when I want to scream your name
This is me lighting up the kerosene
Listening to the ghosts scream
And I won’t stop
Don’t tell me
Don’t tell me
It’s not worth it
I should be quiet now
Don’t tell me
Don’t tell me
Not when you’re in the ground
Haunt me please
I’m begging
Should I get on my hands and knees
I’ll scream it out
You shouldn’t have left
If you didn’t want me to lose it all
You should’ve stayed forever
Like we swore
Standing on that burning shore
We promised
We promised it all out loud
And I’ll light it all now
I mean it
I’ll burn it all down
I want to hear you
Can’t you hear me now
I want to hear you
Scream it for me now
Don’t tell me to be quiet
Not when you’re in the ground
Don’t tell me it’s not worth it
Not when it’s all I have left
Don’t tell me I shouldn’t
Not when you broke our promise
Haunt me please
I’m lighting up the kerosene
Please let me hear the ghosts scream
Please let me hear you say my name
Can’t you hear me screaming yours
Fandom: One Direction RPF
Disclaimer: they belong to themselves, being real and all; title from “Strong”
Warnings: none
Pairings: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 320
Point of view: third
Prompt: any. any. Making time for the important things.
They've been to more places than Louis had ever dreamed he'd see in person and he keeps a list of them. Sometimes, they'd only been to the hotel and the arena or stadium, hadn't been able to do any sightseeing or touristy things, and he notes down the ones Harry had seemed sad about.
They're so busy now, time blocked off for what being a boybander requires, but it won't always be like this. They'll come back, he and Harry (and the boys, if they want, but in a different room), they'll visit everywhere again, and waste time taking pictures that won't come out, kiss anywhere they want no matter who's watching, and they won't worry about what it might do to the One Direction brand.
They'll just be Louis and Harry, as in love as the day they met, and finally able to show it.
He has another list, too, of all the places he'll propose, when they're free to be themselves. It's not quite as long as the first, and carefully coded in case Harry gets curious.
"Still workin' on that?" Zayn asks, dropping into the seat across from him. Liam, Niall, and Harry are on the other bus, probably watching a ridiculous movie. "Gonna work up the nerve soon?"
Louis laughs softly. "It's not about nerves, is it?" It's never been nerves. He would've proposed in the X-Factor house, if Harry hadn't been so young. He'd propose in every city they've been in, if it wouldn't cost the other boys so much.
"Just two more years," he tells Zayn.
Just two more years.
"I'm going to get another tattoo," he adds, grinning just a little at how everyone will react. No, he can't propose yet but they'll come back and until he can kiss Harry when and wherever they want, inking it into his skin for the world to see will be good enough.
Title: growing up
Fandom: Winnie the Pooh
Disclaimer: the girl is mine
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 325
Prompt: Winnie-the-Pooh, any, playing Pooh sticks
The girl is young but she looks so familiar - "Have you been in the Wood before?" Pooh Bear asks, coming to a stop beside her. Piglet is bouncing beside him, nervous. He does so fear meeting new people.
She looks harmless, though. "I don't think so," she says. She looks at Pooh then Piglet and then around at the trees. "I'm Kristin," she says smartly with a toss of her hair, holding out her hand. "And you?"
"Winnie the Pooh," he says with a jolly laugh, shaking her hand firmly. "Friends call me Pooh Bear."
"Pi-Piglet," Piglet says with a squeak when she offers her hand to him. Pooh is very proud when he takes her hand.
"What is there to do around here?" Kristin asks.
There is something to familiar about her. Her eyes? A long time ago, Pooh had a friend with eyes that same color.
"Kristin," Pooh says, "have you ever played Pooh Sticks?"
She shakes her head.
"Come on, then," he says. "Piglet, will you join us?"
"I, I don't think so," Piglet answers. "I'll go help Rabbit with his garden." He hurries off and Pooh sighs.
"It was good to meet you!" Kristin calls after him. She glances around at the trees again.
"The brook is this way," Pooh says, turning; Kristin falls into step with him. She’s not much taller. “Gather up a good stick,” Pooh instructs, looking hard at the ground as they pass by.
“My dad’s told me about a place like this,” she says. “What’s it called?”
Her dad – “Is his name Christopher?” Pooh asks, not sure why that name is important.
“No,” Kristin says, crouching down to grab a stick. “My grandpa was named Christopher, though.”
“It’s a good name,” Pooh tells her. “And that’s a good stick!”
“So what are the rules?” Kristin scoops up another stick.
“They’re rather simple,” Pooh says, because all things are, in the Hundred Acre Wood.
Title: untitled
Fandom: Marvel movies/Mulan
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: none
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 45
Prompt: MCU/Disney, any Avenger/any Prince/ss, not as unlikely as imagined
Note: I have a vague backstory that involves rips in time and space.
"You are amazing," Shang says as Natasha lands in front of him. Mulan has to catch her breath before she rises to her feet.
"You're not so bad yourself," Natasha says, catching Mulan's eye with a shy smile.
Mulan's smile widens. "Another round?" she asks.
Untitled
Any historical royal of reader’s choice
Warnings for mention of child death
Prompt: Historical RPF. any. The crown isn't enough.
Had he only taken the throne, perhaps she would have been content. But he wanted more, and that more included the eradication of all threats to his kingdhood, the vile usurper and traitor. He had a loyal army and a populace of fools who adored him, and still it was not enough.
Her children lie dead for the threat they might pose but all discount her.
She smiles at him, the murderer on his stolen throne, and he does not see the poison in it.
He'll taste it soon enough.
Title: lighting up the kerosene
Finished September 22, 2015
Prompt: Author’s choice, author’s choice, don’t tell me to be silent when I want to scream your name
This is me lighting up the kerosene
Listening to the ghosts scream
And I won’t stop
Don’t tell me
Don’t tell me
It’s not worth it
I should be quiet now
Don’t tell me
Don’t tell me
Not when you’re in the ground
Haunt me please
I’m begging
Should I get on my hands and knees
I’ll scream it out
You shouldn’t have left
If you didn’t want me to lose it all
You should’ve stayed forever
Like we swore
Standing on that burning shore
We promised
We promised it all out loud
And I’ll light it all now
I mean it
I’ll burn it all down
I want to hear you
Can’t you hear me now
I want to hear you
Scream it for me now
Don’t tell me to be quiet
Not when you’re in the ground
Don’t tell me it’s not worth it
Not when it’s all I have left
Don’t tell me I shouldn’t
Not when you broke our promise
Haunt me please
I’m lighting up the kerosene
Please let me hear the ghosts scream
Please let me hear you say my name
Can’t you hear me screaming yours
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Date: 2015-10-06 02:12 pm (UTC)Bit of a surprise that the girl is Christopher's grandchild, yet also not. But it's nice to see the creatures of the wood still unchanged :) (I've never actually played that game yet *lol*)
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Date: 2015-10-06 06:16 pm (UTC)Pooh Sticks is fun, *hee*
Thank you for reading!