getting together

I want to forget I want to be freed From this pain that consumes me He had buried his emotions so deep that he could no longer feel them. Carefully, continuously, building the walls higher and higher...until he could no longer see the people beside him. You broke me apart Piece by piece Tearing out my heart It was laughable how easily it came crumbling down. A single sentence from his soulmate had him breaking down. He had never screamed and cried so much in his life, and the release had been piercing to his soul. It all came crashing down My tears have dried out Only emptiness is left Are you happy now?

“Do you still have a lot of friends in the area, then?” “None,” Remus answered simply, which felt much easier than explaining at the level of detail that the question actually deserved.

When Tony goes to the bar one lonely Christmas Eve Night, he did so to avoid his empty apartment. A week later, he went back for the same reason. There, a handsome stranger tucked away in the corner draws his attention, and the attraction between the two is undeniable. As new possibilities arise, Tony will be faced with some difficult decisions. Jack has just been transferred to DC permanently, and he’s not too thrilled with his new situation he’s found himself in. When he catches the handsome younger man eyeing him at the bar, he finds something that might make his new local a bit less tedious. And, well, he’d never been good at denying himself something he wanted. If the brass wants him in DC, they’ll get him in DC. *Cover art by Red_Pink_Dots*

A series of smutty drabbles based on the ABC kink idea. These are essentially writing exercises/warm-ups that I've shared, so they are short and not edited very much.Every character (except Luke) makes an appearance at least once. There isn't a plot connecting anything. Some chapters are reader-insert.

The year is 1973, and eighteen-year-old Louis Tomlinson is perhaps the gayest teen to ever grace the gloomy, hateful town of Fortwright, Idaho. He has a best friend, Niall, a kindhearted music teacher, and his mother on his side, and everyone else is endlessly trying to kill him. All signs pointed to his life playing out in much the same way it always had, and he was trying his best to come to terms with that. But the course of that life changed forever when he found the mansion. A notoriously haunted mansion hidden deep within the forests of his tiny blip of a town, it sucked him in and then never let him go. After discovering the mansion was less abandoned than he'd previously thought, he is now left with the most riveting mystery of a lifetime, each new finding leaving him with more questions. Who is this elusive owner, and why won't they show themselves? Why is there a set of journals in the same handwriting that span over centuries? Who could ever explain owning assumedly authentic ancient Roman garments and relics of the French Revolution in the comfort of their own home? Why in the world is there a padlock on the refrigerator...and who the hell is Alexander? [Book 1/4]

It was a truth universally acknowledged that an angel in possession of no memory must be in want of a wife. No, that was the wrong book. The wrong line. Aziraphale frowned. “What,” the gentleman before him asked, “and I mean what, are you doing here?” ----------------- Or, two years after things fall apart, Aziraphale shows up at Crowley's doorstep without his memories. The easy part is getting it back, the hard part is getting them back together. (Update: now featuring a cover by the wonderful @ineffableclassics!)

Six years Tommy has spent his life stuck in this hellish routine of foster care. Thrown from house to house, the boy has long given up on the hope of finding a new home. A new family. Alas, his social worker has not yet given up on this foolish dream and is now sending him to a new family. The Watsons. How is Tommy supposed to feel when this family lives hours out of town, away from people, surrounded by forest? The father seems nice, but that's bound to change. The first brother is bloody terrifying. The second hates his guts. (The feeling is mutual buddy). And now he's stuck with them for Prime knows how long. Oh joy.But maybe this family is a bit more than what's at the surface. Maybe, he'll be alright. Maybe. Rated Teen for cussing and mature themes (see tags)

An 8-year-old girl has a volatile and unpredictable sociopathic brother who is unspeakably horny.

Alec plays the piano every day, with great talent. One night, a note slips under his door: it's a request from an anonymous neighbor. Before he knows it, Alec picks up the habit of leaving his window open so his neighbor can listen to him. Requests keep coming. Slowly, two strangers start a conversation without words and let the music do the work for them.

You are drawn to a Half-Blood that comes to the café you work at, and he is secretly drawn to you as well. How will the two open up to each other?

Oikawa Meimei is a pianist and a second year student of Aoba Johsai. Being an alpha, she was raised to perfection - raised by her single mom Oikawa Tooru. One day inside the music room, a boy about her age went inside and ask if they can be mates right there and then.Both not knowing that they are the twins of Oikawa Tooru and Iwaizumi Hajime. *Story will focus on the twins and their parents love story

Lexa auditions on The Voice, Clarke's one of the judges.

...his and mine are the same. Collection of oneshots written for RivaMika Week on Tumblr.

Stories written for the Thundertober 2023 prompt challenge found here. A mix of tales from both the original series and the reboot.

While Oswald is living at Edward's house, Ed decides to give Oswald piano lessons. It goes better than both of them expected.

Derek had been drinking. His werewolf-nature prohibits him from getting obliterated but his senses are numb and the piano in the corner of the room looks inviting: the promise of a sweet memory.

Dan thinks he's an awful pianist. Little does he know, he has an admirer right outside his door. Literally.

She played the piano so beautifully.

Min Yoongi wants to get the best flowers for his grandma's birthday but he doesn't know anything about flowers. Jungkook wants some flowers for his new house. Yoongi turns to the stranger for help.

John plays the keyboard on the Los Angeles Metro and Karkat coincidentally hops onto the same train car. You could say it was "love at first listen". Shenanigans and seriousness and smut in future times. idk, it's kinds ooc but it's my first fic and I'm just like mushy-gushy-lovey-dovey-goo all the way across the skaia. John is an AMDA performing arts major still trying to reach the lime light while Karkat is a political science who is despises the soul-crushing media. Yet somehow, they learn from one another and grow and help resolve their pasts.

A short story of what happened after Lunar Ellipse