#larthur

[larsons-ahegao-face]

M-m-maidthur....

[cypresswood3]

Fuck you *makes Arthur and Larson bracelets*

[strawberriesinmoominvalley]

all the world will be your enemy - chapter twenty seven: safe and sound

“Home.” The word seemed to roll around his mouth. “I like that.”

all the world will be your enemy

Despite everything they have faced in the past, after Red Bull attacks Mercedes it seems inevitable the safehouse pack will be attacked too. With no other options, Lando and Oscar are sent undercover into Red Bull to find out the information needed to destroy them for once and for all. This comes with its own set of challenges: firstly, Oscar and Lando are hopelessly out of practice surviving an abusive pack, and secondly, Red Bull is watching them all closely.

Oscar doesn’t know how to survive Red Bull, least of all keep Lando safe throughout it all. Lando just wants to be able to live the life he thought was impossible for most of his life. Ollie wants to fight for once and keep everyone safe, even if that means going to extreme lengths to do so. George and Alex didn’t know how dangerous their rebellion could be. Max and Charles don’t know how to keep their pack from falling apart at the seams.

As time runs out, they have to scramble to make a plan that defeats Red Bull whilst keeping themselves alive. They’re a pack full of survivors but that does not guarantee they can survive this fight.

One thing is certain: hope never dies. Whether hope is enough to save them, however, remains to be seen.

[yellows-secret-blog]

Larson and Arthur should kiss ❤️ to assert dominance over each other of course

[loverboy6969f1ao3]

hello ao3 man

Pls pls pls bring back Logan Sargent gay on the astral plane, I crave my stupid American man who was born to be a frat boy and have his grinder pfp be him holdinf a big fish

haha alright will do. ive gotten a fair amount of comments asking for the same, and im always keen on listening to u guys. might do a bit of tinkering with the chapters, but it'll be up today

[shenanigansthepoet]

I love Larson/Arthur shippers like genuinely they're so funny for that. And most of the time I agree with their takes I can't even lie some of the stuff they come up with is either the most tragic thing ever or absolutely batshit insane

Larthur as a ship is also funny to me on a wider viewpoint bc their ancestors probably fought to the death against eachother during the Revolutionary War and now thousands of years later these two are over here sucking and fucking eachother. And I think that's beautiful

[devilishlydumb]

So about the fics you’re writing… the larthur one is very appealing tbh😭 but I’d die for landoscar???

Could we have a snippet of both? Pretty please🥺

hiiiii! i'm gonna assume you want the landoscar harry potter au snippet because i'm very proud of this one hehe but if you meant the agents of shield one, just let me know!

anyways, both snippets under the cut! ♡

landoscar harry potter au, but make it oscar staring from afar while ignoring his friend group (the friend group in question: arthur, logan, dennis and an oc meant to represent the audience)

“There’s no way Max Verstappen is that funny,” Dennis says, scrunching his nose at the sight, “I see the guy on a daily basis and he’s never even tried to crack a joke.” They all focus on the scene before their eyes. Max keeps talking animatedly, everyone around him completely enraptured. Lando giggles, Alex laughs, George looks like he wants to rip out his own ears and Charles is just a mix of confused and fascinated. It checks.  “My brother says you just, and I quote, have to look past the cover. Whatever that means,” Arthur has his mouth full, making the words not as clear as he probably thinks they are, “I think he’s just been pining for years unable to say a thing to the guy. So.” Oscar’s eyebrows rise very comically if Nora’s reaction is anything to go by. His attention goes back to the group, zones in on Lando despite Charles being the reason why he looked again.  The thing is: he doesn’t like Lando Norris. He’s never liked him. Or. Well. That’s just not true. He used to. Like him, that is. And then the whole third year prank happened and Logan cried, Nora spent a night in the infirmary and Oscar decided that he hated the guy. Dumb teenage crush be damned. And yet… Everyone seems to like him. Adore him. He’s seen people from other houses cheer for Hufflepuff during matches dressed up in Lando jerseys, girls and boys alike swooning every time he spots the snitch. Oscar doesn’t get it, he’s literally just some guy. Sure, a somewhat funny and ridiculously charming guy, but… Just some guy at the end of the day. At least that's what he keeps telling himself.

and larthur being soft and tentative because that really is just their whole dynamic in this fic, so, yeah.

Dinner started approximately half an hour ago. Give or take ten minutes. And Lando is still finishing getting ready, Arthur waiting for him by the door, shoulder leaning against it. He had insisted on waiting despite the Brit’s reassurance that he would be fine on his own, that it was indeed part of his brother’s wedding weekend and while Lando could afford to be a little late, Arthur couldn’t. Not really. It hadn’t mattered. “On your left.”  Lando’s head snapped in that direction, finally seeing the shoe he had been looking for. They were late. So late. He was sure Max would be planning his death by now. Deserved. Truly. “You have the keycard? I think I lost mine. Who loses a keycard? S’not like we did much today! Where…? I don’t get it. Should be somewhere… Around here.” Lando’s voice is high-pitched, stress flowing through his veins.  Last thing he wants is to ruin their weekend. Which he won’t, but he’s nervous, so. Not like he can properly think things through. It’s not until Arthur is standing right in front of him, hands on his shoulders, worried expression on his face, that Lando allows himself to take a deep breath.  “I texted Charles. They know we’re late, it’s okay. Just, uh… A few threats about tomorrow’s dinner being the most important and all that.” He says it like it’s nothing, but Lando feels his insides churn. He nods a bit, looking at him, truly looking at him. Arthur’s brows are furrowed, like he’s worried Lando might snap at any time now. The weight of his hands on his shoulders is comforting, makes him feel centered, stops his mind from going into a spiral of “what ifs”. Lando manages a small smile in his direction, his hands traveling to the other’s forearms, squeezing lightly.  Thank you. I don’t get it. Thank you. Arthur smiles back, softly, before letting his hands fall down his arms until they’re not touching anymore and Lando’s taken back to Croatia.

hope u enjoy them both, let me know if you want to see more! ♡

[larsons-ahegao-face]

Larthur cowboy AU by @yellows-secret-blog (repost!)

I... No explanation for this but I still like it....