Montmartre by sconelover interlude in Paris, where Alex and Henry explore Montmartre. It’s so worth the pain, though, it really, truly is! It’s the epitome of good angst: dark and painful but at the same time so achingly beautiful and heartfelt, and you cry and cry and cry. What Do I Know? by allmylovesatonce this is a continuation to canon that includes amnesia, and that should tell you everything you need to know about why it made me cry. It is incredible, it is my favourite and it is going to be your favourite, too. Taking inspiration from the novel’s pivotal new years scene, where Alex and Henry talk about what their lives might’ve been like in another universe, cmere has created an irresistibly complex, gorgeously poetic AU where a model meets a poet and sparks fly. The poem you make of me by cmere have to read the poem you make of me. It’s short and sweet, just a first meeting and some flirting and the hint of so much more, but if you are at all into the idea of Alex swooning over Henry’s score sheet and seeking Henry out to pay him compliments, this one is for you.
Did he say that out loud? Iconic moment!Ī Yuri!!! On Ice inspired figure skating AU that I’m really proud of. What can i say (you're so gorgeous) by FangirlOfLettersĪ really fun coffee shop AU! Henry has a favourite customer, and said customer may or may not have something of a crush. It’s got this aching sweetness between the lines that is just plain irresistible. This is such a good take on Henry’s feelings at this stage of their friendship growing into so much more.
The Total Agony of Being in Love by xslytherclawx point of view of Great Turkey Calamity. He is also supposedly friends with banished-Prince-turned-Fire-Lord Zuko, of all people. Suddenly, he must come to terms with the fact that years have passed, and that he's somehow the Southern Water Tribe Ambassador to the Fire Nation. Rage.īut then he wakes up, and the war is over. His last memory is of the failed invasion, of leaving his father behind in enemy territory on the Day of Black Sun. “What,” Sokka bites out, “have you done to my sister?”] Sokka slams his head against the wall, once, twice, and the smile wipes off his face. Golden eyes (one gold eye, his mind whispers) widen in shock. Between one second and the next, Sokka has the Fire Lord pinned to the wall with his hands around the bastard’s throat. feels like we only go backwards by WIP (88k words)
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