Beneath that, in a lazy scrawl, was the addendum Mr Acklebury, be so good as to wait on me tomorrow, number 10, Half Moon Street. Yours, &c., Penrith. Mr Acklebury was not sure how he felt about being thus summarily commanded to paint his lordship's portrait.Words:233014 completeArt by owzers

    SterekStiles finds a baby on the porch.It looks exactly like him.Well, this is awkward.Words: 51,934 complete

    Harry stumbles out through the front gate in thrown-on baggy jeans and his ratty Ramones shirt, sees Louis leaning casually against the car, and his knees nearly give out. Apparently "not another surly teacher" meant a drop dead gorgeous twenty-something scruffy guy with shaggy brown hair and cheekbones sharp enough to chop a salad with. Clearly, Robin's trying to get Harry killed at seventeen. Or, the AU where Louis is a 25-year-old driving instructor and Harry is a 17-year-old virgin who's really awful at seduction, except for the time he gets Louis to fall for him and fuck him senseless and take him on kinky adventures.

    Harry had turned up at the halls of residence expecting fun, new friends, and maybe a life experience or two. What he doesn't expect is a surprise roommate who's loud and dramatic and obsessed with tea and is maybe, actually, all he's ever wanted.

    Jared’s eighteen and in his senior year at a private school in San Francisco. He’s coasting pretty on his parents generous school donations—until his seventh period Physics teacher gets replaced with the maddening, infuriating, gorgeous Mr. Ackles. Jared’s gotten by all his life on his money and his charm, but Mr. Ackles seems to think he needs some... lessons in self-control. The journey their relationship eventually takes them on turns out to be far more than either of them ever bargained for. Toppy!Teacher!Jensen in glasses and Student!Jared in private school uniform included!WORDS: 85,984 CompleteNOTES: Definite D/s but nothing hardcore. Jared is 18, Jensen is 26, and people can smoke in public in MY San Francisco.

    They fall apart and come together, their lives and emotions recorded. Harry calls it a time capsule. Louis calls it a pain in the arse.

    Which brings a baby to 221B Baker Street.Words: 203273 complete

    Fandom: Merlin (TV)Relationships: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon, Guinevere/Lancelot du LacWords: 65,454 completeMerlin sees him across a crowded living room and promptly spills his beer down the back of the couch and over some hapless stranger’s neck.

    It takes everything in his arsenal to break the walls of Harry Styles down. Harry has a troubled past that has lead him to go against everything Louis thought he believed. Will Louis and Harry work through their differences, or will Louis allow his strict Christian upbringing to get in the way of their happiness?___________No masters or kings when the ritual beginsThere is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sinIn the madness and soil of that sad earthly sceneOnly then I am humanOnly then I am cleanAmen, Amen, Amen

    Merlin was sure it was all just a very bad joke. A modern royalty AU.Merlin/Arthur Pendragon, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Modern EraWords: 56,777 completeArt: http://ambelie.livejournal.com/1213.html

    "He said you're to get changed into formal clothes and meet him in the Great Hall, there's a delegation coming from the Summer Court."Merlin (BBC) Canon AU, 24,773 Words

    Except to keep playing.Words:119852 complete

    When the two dukes come together for the Bilsdale fox hunt in Yorkshire, Harry finds himself drawn into Louis' bed. But when secrets from Louis' dark past come to light, Harry fears that the fox isn't the only one being hunted.

    “We want to give them Larry Stylinson.”Or, take a parallel universe where Louis and Harry were never together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a Modest! employee with a good idea. Add a squeeze of pretending to be a couple, lots of kisses and a tattoo or two. Stir. Serve: the mother of all publicity stunts.(aka Harry and Louis fake a relationship for publicity. Eventually it becomes a lot less fake and a lot more real.)

    Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when one’s life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait? Harry has no idea; he’s too busy trying not to be in love with Malfoy to care.