oh my god OH MY GOD ok scandalous royal marriage in which james picks minor royalty lily out of the lineup of women he's supposed to marry and all his advisors are like YEAH YOU COULD CHOOSE BUT WE DIDN'T WANT YOU TO CHOOSE HER and he's like mm no don't care read 4:51 p.m. and she's like look you think i'm pretty i think you're hot (paraphrasing, they're saying this in medievalspeak) and that's great and stuff but i'm here just to be a queen i don't like have to get to know you or even to like you at all!! and he's like well i just needed a wife and i didn't even need you specifically i picked you to piss people off! and she's like great!! and he's like fine we can just live separate lives!!
but it's like, your majesty... are u ready to visit ur husbands bedchamber mayhaps and she's like god this is awkward the ladies of my privy chamber don't know my husband and i have essentially agreed we're not having a child until we at least settle into this new arrangement so we have to fake it i guess so she goes to his bedroom and takes ye olde book of poetry or something and he's just living his life in there and they fall asleep beside each other no funny business...
but then as time passes he's like this is boring we may as well do something and she's like i don't want to do something!! and he's like read that poetry book to me so i can participate at least and she's like if we're doing anything you can brush my hair, it gets terribly tangled because we take it out and brush it in advance of me coming here but then i sit around reading poetry for hours and it's a mess by the time i'm in bed. and james is like :/ >:( this is awkward her hair is why i picked her to marry and it's so pretty... but i cannot be seen to LIKE her or w/e but he's like FINE i'll brush your hair and THEN will you read poetry to me and she's like um no my poetry book is private and he's like lol why is it all your courtiers' love poems to you and shes like NO >:( but then she finally agrees (for the sake of her hair... of course...) and while he brushes her hair she reads him some poems and they're all about her homeland and he realises she must be homesick and feels shitty for never making an effort to hear about where she's from and what she misses.
so then he starts to use the poems for info and drops little details during council meetings or during court functions and shes like wow hes paying attention huh..... and he continues to brush her hair by night and it becomes like their comfort ritual and
oh god i'm really going to have to write this one
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Trope mashup!!! Coming Out fic & Fake Dating for Mick/Lance
Mick and Lance are so cute I love them!
Lance coming out during pride month
He's so happy and relieved that his family accept and support him and the team is behind him
Until he starts getting asked by everyone about dating, and people prying at his dating life because he's the first openly LGBTQ+ driver on the grid
He starts to complain to Esteban and Mick (not a driver, a mechanic for Aston that Lance and Este are friends with) about the pressure it's putting on him
So Mick suggests that to get everyone off his back and let him focus on driving, that they fake date
He's in the Aston garage, is always seen around Lance and Mick is pan so it's no problem for him
Lance is hesitant at first but agrees because he secretly has huge crush on Mick but is too shy to ask the pretty mechanic out
So he agrees and everyone buys it because it makes sense, they're always together and Lance lights up around Mick when he's usually quiet
They end up fake dating for months and its so easy but Lance wishes it was real
Until Lance gets his first win and Mick is there with everyone and all Lance can see is him and just runs to him and pick's Mick up, laughing and crying and telling him he loves him as Mick laughs too
Just going 'I know', before kissing him in front of the world because secretly, he'd been in love with Lance too
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Stiles was usually better than this. Smarter. He should've seen the signs of a darach long before the thing showed up on their figurative doorstep. He’d been too caught up in college work and wondering why Peter was suddenly showing his face again to notice all the missing people. What a mistake that had been.
This really wasn't the time for Stiles to be cursing himself and his perfect hindsight since he was currently running full speed through the preserve. He wasn't going to admit his life depended on it, that would be admitting he was going to die soon. His legs were failing more and more with each step, he had no idea where he was or where he was heading, and he could feel the dark taint of the darach's magic caressing the back of his neck. He pushed all thoughts of life and death out of his head and just ran.
Until he wasn't running anymore, he was falling. He was crashing down into a pitfall trap at a dangerously fast speed. He had a moment to remember his training on how to safely land and send a prayer to anyone listening that there wasn't spikes or sharp things at the bottom, before he grunted with pain as he smacked the ground and rolled. He felt his wrist wrench too far to the right, and his knee crack the ground beneath him as he tumbled through the dimly lit room. That was sure as shit going to hurt like hell when the adrenaline faded.
Stiles coughed roughly past the dust he’d kicked up. Where on Earth could he even be at?
“I guess this means I’ll have to share.”
Peter Hale’s, faux amused voice was the last thing Stiles expected to hear down in the darkness of what seemed to be a crypt of some kind. Stiles stood gingerly and took in his surroundings as he tried to catch him breath. He had to take a minute to come to grips with the fact that he was trapped in a crypt with Peter. His life was a regular dramatic horror movie, that had to be why these things only happened to him. If it was Scott trapped he would be in a fully furnished basement with a butler, but no, Stiles was the one with the bad luck of always being a target.
He took a careful step towards the direction of Peter’s voice, “Creeperwolf? Why the hell are you here?”
Blue eyes flared to life from a dark corner of the room as Peter chuckled, “Scared of being alone with the feral alpha, Little Rabbit Heart?”
“You wish I was scared of you.” Stiles bared his teeth at the slowly appearing silhouette.
Stiles’ eyes were beginning to adjust and he could make out Peter’s disheveled appearance and the lumpy bed the man was currently sitting on, one leg arched to support the weight of his outstretched arm.
“You should be scared of me. Aren’t I just another bad guy trying to kill your little friend?” Peter sneered, obviously offended by the generic label.
Stiles finally reached the edge of the mattress and bent to ease himself down onto the edge, hissing quietly at the pain in his shoulder, hip, wrist, and well really his everywhere.
He gritted his teeth through the pain and hissed, “You aren’t here to kill Scott.”
Peter hummed, whether it was a sound of contemplation or agreement Stiles wasn’t sure.
“What am I here for, Stiles?”
“Apparently exactly what I’m here for too. Sacrifice for a stupid Darach that doesn’t even realize our Nemeton will chew them up and spit them out once they charge it up.” Stiles frowned, unhappy with the certainty he felt when saying that statement.
He was most likely not going to make it out of this one alive. He would panic about that later.
“Why us? And where’s the third?” Peter’s head was canted slightly as if trying to read Stiles’ erratic heartbeat more clearly.
“Stop looking at me like an idiotic puppy.” Stiles swung with his bad hand too quick to realize his mistake until the back of his hand and subsequently his probably broken wrist smacked into Peter’s head.
He yelped in pain, quickly pulling his wrist protectively back to his chest, “You could’ve stopped me, dick.”
“How are you supposed to learn if I stop you from making mistakes?” Peter was smirking at him now.
“Fuck you. Anyways, unless you’re a virgin too, my guess is we are supposed to be warriors.” Stiles bit out, scooting himself back to rest against the wall beside Peter.
“Tut-Tut, Rabbit. We-” his finger motioned between them, “are not warriors. I am a warrior, and your inappropriate assumption is correct. I am indeed not a virgin.”
Stiles hurt his shoulder against the wall as he spluttered at the accusation.
“Inappropriate! I have nev-”
“Hush now, darling. I am right beside you, there is no need to yell.”
Stiles stared at him open mouthed, “That is so much more inappropriate than me assuming a grown man wasn’t a virgin!”
“Volume please Stiles. The echos are not kind to my ears. And is it inappropriate to call someone you find dear and precious, darling? I think not.” Peter’s chin lift indignantly at the returned accusation.
“Oh, eat me. You don’t think I’m either of those things.”
“Maybe so, but I do think we are the Guardians. Don’t look at me like that. I was the guardian of my pack as sure as you are of yours. You know that while Scott is the alpha and protector, you are the one that takes care of the pack.” Peter huffed, crossing his arms.
It made sense in hindsight, but Stiles was not going to agree with Peter Hale.
-
Hours passed and Stiles was surprised to find himself shoulder to shoulder with Peter instead of down the length of the mattress where he had started. Peter was charming as usual, but something about his charm seemed unintentional down there in the dark. He seemed more real, less bolstering and mysterious. Was this the man Peter really was? Stiles could like this man. Could love this man if he tried. He’d always thought Peter was sex on legs, but in the dangerous, ‘Might Murder Me’ way. Talking to the man about anything he could discuss to take their minds off their current location had shifted something fundamental in the way Stiles viewed Peter.
Peter was funny. Now that had been a revelation Stiles was not prepared for. He never thought he would be laying shoulder to shoulder with Peter Hale laughing. When had they laid down?
Stiles’ body ached with every movement, which meant Peter had to have shifted them while draining his pain. An oddly caring act.
“Hey Peter?”
The werewolf turned his head to face Stiles as he hummed inquisitively.
“Why did you come back to Beacon Hills? You were free.” Stiles didn’t think he could ever leave Beacon Hills behind, leave the humans defenseless, but if he did; he would never come back.
Peter’s eyes looked sad as he released a pained breath, “Beacon Hills was my home long before it was my family’s and my grave. It will be my home long after I am buried again. I cannot truly leave it.”
And Stiles? He could understand that too. Could understand the way the preserve became apart of their soul, the way the foggy air became the only air they could ever breathe. He rolled on his good shoulder and hip to rest his head on Peter’s sternum, finding comfort in someone so strong and so similar to himself.
“I think I would like it if you stayed this time.” Stiles’ words were muffled into Peter’s chest.
“Hush now and sleep, Little Rabbit Heart. You’re not thinking straight. I’m the bad guy remember?”
Stiles nodded, that did make sense. He knew Peter was bad. He wasn’t supposed to trust Peter, so why did he want to kiss the frown away from his beautiful mouth?
“I don’t think you’re so bad anymore. I like you.” were the last words Stiles was able to mumble as he fell asleep in Peter’s arms.
Are you doing the tropes thingyy? How about 74 and 79
74: Huddling for Warmth & 79: Anger Born of Worry
they don't get together in 7th year AU, and they're in the order together and theres all this unsaid shit between them EYES EMOJI, and an order mission in winter goes south and ends in them having to run off into the woods (bear with me kjdfhgkjd) and hide out there until they have a safe house to return to (wait is this just the deathly hallows i—) and they stew in their frustration and argue lots but it's freezing and they are not only cold but also exhausted... and idk why james is angry at lily here but that's the vision anyway he's like GOD get over here you're shaking and then huddling ensues and they fall asleep pressed up against each other and of course they don't speak of it in the morning because that would be way too easy
hey maybe i could write angst
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It started during the end of 2019 and during everything happening during 2020 they became really close
Close enough that Max spent more time in quarantine in Lewis's home than his own while cuddled into Roscoe and Lewis
Until they tell their teams and while they're supportive of them being gay/bi/pan, they don't like that Max and Lewis are together because they're rivals
So they force them apart
Bring new rules about fraternisation to the FIA (more Marko and Horner, Toto doesn't like Lewis dating Max but he lets Lewis do what he wants as long as he doesn't share secrets and Max stays away during race weekends)
That and the 2021 championship starts to tear them apart
They're miserable apart, no time to see each other, Max's dad and team pushing girls at him constantly
Their friends see everything starting to wear them down, how the championship and their teams are hurting them and they're both losing their spark
So Seb, Dan and Lando form a plot to lock them in a room together using one of their hotel rooms and Dan shouting 'Don't fuck on my bed' leaving them there
It's awkward at first, neither of them knows what to say anymore because so much has happened.
Until Max lets out a little noise and Lewis just wraps him in his arms and hold him close because all that matters is there together at that moment
Everyone expects either tears, fighting or fucking but when they go to check on them later, they just find Max curled up Lewis's arms and the two of them smiling and laughing softly
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49 + 99 ! (also a midday reminder that ily and think you're great okay bye) 😘
49: Fake Married & 99: Magical Accidents
well ily and i think YOU'RE great!!! 🥺
ok So it's a busy busy day in diagon alley and in this one apothecary, james is swinging by to pick things up for fleamont accompanied by sirius, only they're both bored as shit and sirius is like bet you can't magically juggle five of these vials and james — recognising a challenge to his honour — is like bet i could do eight and sirius is like as if, so of course james proceeds to levitate eight vials and has them dance a little jig around himself. full of the smugness of triumph he turns to face sirius — see! — and walks backwards into the next aisle, only to crash right into a skulking lily. all the vials break, of course, and lily shrieks and jumps upright and begins to berate him...and james is like sorry but also stop yelling at me but also omg you're beautiful and then snape :/ who works there :/ appears at the end of the aisle and is like lily! and >:( whos this guy and james is like uh?? and snape is like you've smashed galleons and galleons worth of potions! lily did he hurt you! and lily is like red in the face and does NOT want to interact with snape and she's like no fuck off i'm fine this is my husband
and james is like what
and sirius is like what
and snape is like whAT
and lily tucks her hand into james's elbow and is like. yes. i got married. and we have shopping to do. what does the list say? and snape is like you're not married, you're not wearing a ring! who even is this guy, lily! and james says, with extreme dignity, excuse me, don't speak to my wife that way, and not that it's any of your business, but the ring is too heavy for her to wear every day because it's got a big ass rock on it thanks! i will pay for the spilled potion!
and sirius is like what (entertained)
and lily is like come on, darling, let's find the tansy, and they stroll off all outraged. and once they're far enough away she's like god i'm sorry and he's like no its my fault i shouldve looked where i was going and she's like no i mean about our fake wedding and he's like oh what are you talking about, it was a great wedding, the guests all cried, sirius made a cracking speech. lily laughs and she's like we can split the cost of the potions, i wasn't looking either, and james is like no chance — but how about we split the cost of lunch instead?
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now THIS quite literally writes itself but the reason i won't say any more is that i am ACTUALLY writing it and have been for a while now LOL so stay tuned ;)
HAHAHAHA this could be a come together scene, no? but, all right — let's say canon, and they're playing seven minutes in heaven, which by the way is literally the devil's game. of course they draw each other and lily is nervous as shit but james reads that as like, she doesn't want to kiss him, and he's like look this cupboard has a secret passage in the back, we can just leave. and she's like rly and hes like yep who would know and she's like they'll know when we don't come back and he's like ah who cares, let em talk and she's like :") except he continues to misunderstand why.
THEN they go through the passage which leads to ye olde heads office and shes like wow who would have a closet leading to here and james is like yeah this castle is ridiculous, but do you think there might've been heads at some point who were like, let's take our broom cupboard snogging elsewhere and lily laughs and she's like, so... to the office?? and hes like well it does lock, but a locked cupboard is a bit more suspect and she's like locked places are for more than just kissing and hes but ARE they though
and shes like this is rich for someone who went from one locked place to another with me and is most certainly not kissing me and hes like [heart briefly stopping] you're right, let's play exploding snap instead? and shes like [hidden disappointment] sure and then of course they have a supremely tension-filled game of snap... and then... they KISS ANYWAY and hes like idk lily it's something about locked doors they just get me and shes like shut up thanks!
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