Hardlet Fanfiction Blog

noducksinamyspond:

“Rich, we have potions in five! We’re going to be late and you know…” she was saying to him as she tugs on his robes. “I’m always late, he never seems to mind,” he says with dry jest. He took her hand as they walk away, a wooshing sound slowly begins to build up. As they turn around they see a blue police box. A man pops out in a nice blue suit and brunette hair he is wearing 3D glasses and has a large grin on his face. “Just the two people I’ve been looking for, grab your wands!”

(Source: fiftyshadesofjakebud)

posted 9 months ago with 4 notes

h-a-r-d-l-e-t:

Swing. Hardlet as children

A young Grace Violet sat on a swing on the playground, singing to herself while she watched all the other children playing. She spotted a pale boy with messy hair standing to the side wearing a grumpy scowl across his lips. She recognized the boy from class, his name was Rich. He was opinionated and honest but Grace wanted to become his friend. She continued swinging back and forth, her singing coming to a stop as she watched another boy from class come up behind Rich. She stopped swinging and watched as the boy pushed Rich, causing his scowl to turn into complete anger. Rich turned and went to say something when he was pushed again, this time falling on the ground. Grace couldn’t watch any longer so she ran up to where the boys were, but before she could get there, her teacher walked up and yelled at the boy. Rich was still on the ground, trying to stand up. Grace walked over to him and held out her hand. Rich looked up at her, his scowl from earlier returning. He stood up on his own and turned to walk from Grace. She frowned. “Are you okay?” She called out, hoping he would stop. “I’m fine.” He said without stopping to turn around. Grace sighed and ran after him. “I’m in your cla-” “I know.” She looked down at her shoes and then back up in his direction. “My name’s Grace!” She smiled and watched as Rich stopped walking and turned around. “I’m Rich.” Grace giggled. “I know.” Rich rolled his eyes and walked away, but Grace thought she saw a small smile form as he turned from her. Satisfied, she turned and skipped back to the swing set.

posted 9 months ago with 13 notes

100~ Word Drabbles: AU Hardlet as…

lupinscocoa:

noducksinamyspond:

I crossed out the ones I didn’t do…

lupinscocoa:

hardlet as zombie slayers

hardlet as hippies

hardlet as time travellers 

hardlet as a WW1/2 romance

hardlet as an 80’s film romance

hardlet as detectives/crime fighters

hardlet as a metal band

hardlet as a ballet duo

hardlet as part of a mafia gang movie 

hardlet as foods

hardlet as babies

hardlet as puppies

hardlet as oxygen

hardlet as zombie slayers:

The head of the zombie explodes, covering the young Grace in the weird colored blood. Rich looks back with a grin, “Living up to your surname love,” he says as his thin body is nearly thrown back. He pumps the shotgun after he has blown another dead thing up. It’s brain matter caked on the wall. “So I guess no kisses this evening Richard?” she says with a sly grin. The zombie Apocalypse had made her less airy in tone and more sarcastic, like Rich. A swarm of zombies came after them and blood splashes over the once blue van with a cattle catcher attached. Alo pokes his head out, “Get in kids, Bristol is done for!” and they obey.

hardlet as hippies:

Grace finished the flower crown and put it on Rich. His face had a beard that was long, with braids and a smile on his face as they held hands. “We ready to protest the injustice, love?” he asked and she gave him a kiss. “You did great on the signs, I hope everyone shows up, I know they will,” she said. They picked up their anti-Vietnam War signs and began to walk to the protest sign. Soldiers would be gathering to leave and they wanted to show them love. They wanted the horrible war to end, they wanted peace.

hardlet as time travellers :

A boom echoes through the area as the time machine comes to a stop. Rich holds the hand of Grace as he helps her out. He looked around and isn’t impressed as the future isn’t to his liking. The people have continued to worship bullshit idols but Grace was spinning with delight. “Oh look at how everything has changed,” she said as she observed the newly shaped buildings. Rich looked up to see a thin blonde woman, promoting some product that wouldn’t actually work. “Same shit but now with flying cars,” he snorted and gave her a kiss. “Well at least I have you, shall we go back to the 80’s? I want to see some Black Sabbath before I vomit,” he said and she pulled him back into the time machine. Then were gone.

hardlet as a WW1/2 romance :

He screamed out, the bullet was deep in his shoulder. He heard a soft voice trying to calm him down. He felt a burn as the alcohol poured down over the wound. “Fuck!” he spat out and when he saw the young lady, the beautiful nurse he blushed. “Sorry mad’am for the language, names Richard, can we have a better first introduction?” he asked as he held out his right hand, it shook a little as the pain in his left shoulder still throbbed. She took his hand, “I’ve heard worse around these parts Richard, you should hear the Yankees. I’m Grace Blood, nice to meet you,” she said smiling.

hardlet as an 80’s film romance : (I put Pandora on 80’s pop as I wrote this.)

Her hair was big, puffy just like her lovely lips. Rich’s hair was longer and puffier than hers. The terrible electro beats pumped in the club, their jeans equally tattered. He looked over to his mate Alo who was in bright neon colors which all clashed. “Talk to her you prat!” he said and pushed Rich’s leather jacketed ass over to Grace. She was surrounded by other girls with large hair. “I was wondering if you wanted to uh…” he stuttered. She smiled “Let’s vogue Tin Man,” she said and grabbed his Poison shirt. “I’m Metal!” he cried out but she ignored him as she pulled him to the dance floor. 

hardlet as detectives/crime fighters:

“PI Harbeck, I hear you’re the bee’s knees when it comes to solving capers,” she said to me. I was the bee’s knees and she was one dame I wanted to know better. “You pay the cabbage doll face, I’m the Gumshoe you desire,” I said and pulled my legs from the desk. I walked over to her, drinking in her beauty. I didn’t know many mocha dolls, but I knew this one was going to be a keeper. “The flatfoots won’t help me because of my… so I came to you Dick, someone murdered my father,” she said. “Get those gams to bring me to the scene of the crime, I’ll solve the case,” I said and she had quite the gams if I do say so myself.

hardlet as part of a mafia gang movie:

“Have you talked with the boss about bumping off Rider, baby?” she said as she handed over his gun. He looked over to her, he had nearly been ousted from his family for marrying her. But his father was the Godfather and if anyone messed with Gracie, Rich was allowed to put them to bed with the fishes. Rider had been one racist goomba fuck that Rich was glad to knock off. “Once that prick is done for, we go on the lam, babe,” he said to her as he cocked the Tommy gun. He stood up, adjusted his fedora and tipped it to her. Just another day in New York for the Family. He wanted to be done with the business, have some children but they needed the money. 

Let’s take a moment to bow down to Jake.

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posted 9 months ago with 12 notes

How to write good smut: a tutorial.

lastofthetimeladies:

THIS TUTORIAL IS RATED NC-17. (But if you’re under 18 and writing smut, congratulations - so am I! I won’t tell the authorities on you if you read this.)

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posted 10 months ago with 1,131 notes

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Elise.
Requested by: Mini-Mcguinness
Summary: AU hardlet has a daughter, somewhat based off of mine and Megan’s (kerouacophy) rp!

Grace felt tears swell in her eyes as the nurse laid the crying bundle in her arms. Elise Violet Hardbeck. She looked up at Rich, smiling widely despite her exhaustion. “Isn’t she beautiful, Rich?” Rich smiled and nodded, not taking his eyes off the little girl in Grace’s arms. His mouth fell open in awe the instant he saw her and it hadn’t quite closed since. He felt speechless looking down at the small baby. Grace looked back down, the crying had stopped and now she was laying in Grace’s arms looking up at Rich and Grace. Grace reached down and lightly traced her finger along Elise’s face, watching as she closed her eyes. Rich’s eyes broke away from Elise and moved to look at Grace. He didn’t think she had ever looked this beautiful, holding their baby girl in her arms. Rich leaned over and kissed Grace’s head, then leaned down to kiss Elise’s forehead. He finally spoke up after a few moments of quiet. “Look at her, you did amazing Grace Face.” Grace looked up at him and smiled, sitting up slightly in the hospital bed to rest Elise in his arms. Rich felt nervous taking the baby in his arms, she was so fragile and small and beautiful. As soon as Elise was in his arms, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Grace watched as Rich walked over to the chair beside the bed and rocked her back and forth slowly. Her hand was exposed from the blanket and Rich reached out to rub his index finger across it. Elise’s eyes began to open and her small fist unclenched and grabbed onto Rich’s finger. He felt tears in his eyes and looked up at Grace. “This…I ca…fuck me.” Grace giggled and smiled. Rich looked down at Elise again. “Hey baby girl, I’m your Daddy and this is your Mummy. We’re going to take good care of you, yeah?” Elise looked up at him and he felt a single tear roll down his cheek, Rich didn’t bother wiping it away, he was too busy looking at his new bundle of joy.

posted 10 months ago with 10 notes
#AU   #One-shot   #Elise  

Knight.

ghostgracie:

One word prompted drabble.

Grace Violet Blood lightly traced the knight figurine she kept on bedside table. She placed the knight back down on the table, next to a princess figurine. She liked to believe that she was the princess and her knight was the love of her life. Her dreams were filled with delicate princesses, jousting knights, dragons, galloping horses and great romances that did not exactly exist in the real world. She wanted a great romance to exist for her, but so far she hadn’t been so lucky. She was supposed to grow up and forget about fairytales, fantasies and myths, but she didn’t want to grow up… Not just yet.

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(Source: sulasass)

posted 10 months ago with 7 notes

Don’t You Worry

h-a-r-d-l-e-t:

Don’t You Worry
Summary: AU, Grace was pregnant when the accident happened and the baby survived but she didn’t. Rich reflects back on his memories of Grace with their young daughter.(Elise is based off of mine and Megan’s rp)

Rich was laying on the couch of his small apartment listening to some metal music on very low volume. His mind was wandering with thoughts and he even began to think back to the days in college when he used to sit in his room listening to music while Grace danced around.”Daddy, daddy!” His train of thought was interrupted by Elise running into the living room and jumping on top of him. He sat up and smiled, ruffling her curls with his hand.”How was your nap? Did you get plenty of ‘beauty rest’?” He said the last part with a chuckle.”I did! I’m just like Sleeping Beauty!” Elise smiled proudly. Rich shook his head.”You’re better than Sleeping Beauty, so much better.” He smiled at her before picking her up and carrying her into the kitchen.”Is the Princess hungry?” He asked, putting Elise down where she was sitting on the edge of the counter.”No daddy, I’m not hungry right now.” Rich nodded and took a bite of the sandwich he made.”Daddy, tell me more about my Mummy.” Elise looked up at Rich with her big eyes that resembled his. Rich couldn’t say no to her, he never wanted to. He picked her up and walked back over to the couch after quickly finishing his sandwich. Rich pulled Elise onto his lap and she cuddled close to him, listening to his every word with wide eyes.”Your Mum was- is the most beautiful and kind woman I ever knew and will ever know. She was a lot like your great Nan in many ways.” Rich smiled to himself.”She was a beautiful dancer, just like you are now.” Elise looked up at Rich and smiled, he smiled back.”She couldn’t handle a lot of my metal music like you can.” He chuckled and Elise giggled, Rich smiled and continued.”Your Mum, like her name, was graceful. We loved each other very much and she loved you more than anything else, ever. Just like me. Never forget that, yeah?” Elise nodded and hugged Rich tightly.”I love you, Elise.” He said, closing his eyes as she hugged him.”I love you too Daddy, I love Mummy too.” She looked up at the sky and Rich’s heart broke all over again knowing that Elise would never get to know her amazing mother and Grace would never get to help him or be there raise their amazing daughter.

posted 10 months ago with 12 notes
#au   #one-shot  

We need you!

lupinscocoa:

hardletheartfics:

Hello hardlet comunity and fanfics lovers! Our admins came with two ideas to this blog and, of course, it won’t work without you! This is a open-blog, anyone can participe, anyone can submit, ask and read. So your participation in this two projects is essential.

  • Project I:  30 days prompts

A 30 days prompt is like a ordinary 30 day challenge, but for fanfiction. Everyday you have a chance to write anything hardlet-related using the theme of the day. And the best, if all the writers are  interested, we’ll have new fics everyday! Amazing, isn’t? The themes can be seen here.

  • Project II: Fanfic awards
This one needs more work and time, but it can be really interesting. Yes, a fanfic awards: different categories and people first nominate fics for each category. And then we have the shortlisted results people will vote. Categories could be favorite one shot (then split into two different categories based on one-shot word count), favorite multi chapter, favorite fluffy fic (OS or MC), best tragic fic (again OS or MC).

This two projects are just initial ideas. If you are  interested, PLEASE LIKE/REBLOG THIS POST, SEND US AN ASK, TALK TO US. It’ll only work with your help! It many people are  interested, we’ll start organizating this.

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posted 10 months ago with 8 notes

For those who read Ch. 1 of my AU Hardlet fanfic

ssuburbanwaste:

Chapter 2 is up HERE.

I just uploaded it so it may take about 20 minutes to appear.

I think its kinda shit but whatever I’m my own worst critic.

I really hope you guys think otherwise

You can also read it under the cut. Chapter 1 is HERE.

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posted 10 months ago with 3 notes

Rich can’t stop thinking about the past. That’s where Grace lives, in the lovely sanctuary of his mind where memories are played on repeat. Grace lives in the past, and he longs for the time when the past was the present and she was there with him.

If he thinks too much, he starts to feel guilty. He remembers the beginning, when it all started. He’s embarrassed and angry at his former self for how mean he was. He never would have thought that Grace would mean so much to him. Grace changed everything.

He was so rude to her, refusing her help, yelling at her because he was frustrated with himself. Taking it out on her when she wasn’t to blame. He would do anything to go back to the beginning. He hates himself for not appreciating her when she was there. Now she’s gone, and there’s nothing he can do about it.

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He can’t stop longing. Longing for the better times, when he was in love despite himself, in love with a sweet girl who wasn’t metal and didn’t like Naplam Death that much but loved him with all her heart and he loved her too and he wanted to spend forever with her and everything was full of love, love, love.

His mind is a mess when he thinks of her. He wants to go back. He’d do anything to go back. He wants to live in that perfect yesterday, instead of all of the horrible todays and tomorrows. Every day is full of bad feelings he can’t shake. He has an achy feeling in his chest that started when he noticed she was gone from the party on the beach, and it hasn’t gone away since.

He wants to jump on tables and sing with her metal alter-ego, Subrosa. He wants to have picnics with her even though he always complained about them. He wants to cuddle with her, getting lost in a sea of blankets and hazy dreams. He wants to kiss her and hug her and make love to her and hold her and hear her voice and her laugh and see her smile and lace his fingers between hers when they hold hands, feeling her soft skin, knowing that she is safe.

He hates that he didn’t keep her safe. 

~

She’s not dead. She had too much going for her. She was so smart. She got straight As in every class and every teacher loved her. She was the best dancer and singer and writer and actor he’d ever met, all of these talents bundled into a little package. She was a gift to the world, complete with a ribbon in her hair. She always put everyone else first, she gave him hope, gave people joy in this sick, sad, miserable world. Grace couldn’t die. The world needed her.

They were supposed to be together forever, complete college, go to uni, live together, get married, have children. They were supposed to spend the rest of their lives with each other because they had a love that’s hard to find. She can’t be dead. He won’t believe it.

He thinks those things, over and over. That’s she’s not, won’t be, can’t be dead. It’s not possible. And then one day he wakes up in the middle of the night, can’t get back to sleep, and he realizes.

Their love was so strong, only death could come between them.

That’s when it hit him, that she really was gone, and he cried like a baby without even caring. 

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He visited her grave. He’d wanted to go to her funeral, but Blood chose not to have a service. He wanted only family there to keep things private. Rich wanted to fight, but he was too emotionally exhausted and besides, he didn’t think he would be able to watch them lower her into the ground. He wondered if the casket would be open or not. He didn’t want to see her dead. Did he see her dead? They say she was near dead when he broke into the hospital. They keep telling him he broke into the hospital. He can’t remember. He doesn’t remember anything from that day.

Rich wanted to go to her grave, though. Blood didn’t want him to know where it was. He didn’t want any of Grace’s friends there, he still didn’t trust them. But then Rich said something Blood couldn’t argue with.

“Grace would want me to visit her.”

So he was allowed. He got flowers, lillies and roses and carnations of all different colors. He left them near her grave. She had the most beautiful grave in the cemetery, which was an eerie thought. But she would have loved it.

He talked to her for hours, in between fits of tears, and didn’t leave until Kevin and Anita started bombarding him with messages on his phone asking him to come home. So he did. He had to take each day one step at a time. He’d sleep exceptionally late, to waste the days as fast as he could. He would get through a meal, a shower, coursework, just get through it so everyone would leave him alone. Once a week, he would get flowers from the florist for Grace’s grave. He would visit her there, talk until he was forced to go home. Get through a meal, a shower, go to sleep. Repeat, repeat.

He hated the thought of her being there. One day, just to torture himself, he read about dead people. How the body deteriorates so quickly, until you’re unidentifiable, skin and bones, then just bones. He couldn’t stand it. 

He wishes he had married her, so when he died, their graves could be together. As it should be. But he wishes he’d done a lot of things for Grace that he never got the chance to do. The only thing he could do now was his best, for her.

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Rich felt that he hadn’t done enough for Grace. He wanted to do what she would have wanted. So he laid in his bed and asked himself, what would she want for him to do right now? Stop being miserable, probably. And shower, he had to shower too. What else?

She would want him to do the best he could, he decided. She would want him to go to uni and do good there, and then find a job and do good there, too. He had to take it one step at a time, so he tried to get his grades up. Except he had missed so much, being on holiday and all, plus his grades weren’t exactly perfect before all of this happened either, so he had to get a tutor. And work his ass off. It was easy for him to do. Open the book. Study. Take notes. Review notes. Listen to the lecture. Ace the test. Step by step, all for Gracie.

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He’ll never stop loving Grace. He will never forget her. He won’t ever try to replace her. Everyone says he’ll find love again, but he doesn’t think he will and doesn’t want to anyway.

But he knows Grace wouldn’t want him to be miserable. She would let him be sad for awhile, and then she would want him to be happy again. He knew that she knew he loved her. And being happy didn’t mean he didn’t love her. He loved her so much, that was why he was happy. He got something no one else could touch. They had a perfect love story with a perfect ending.

It was perfect because their love didn’t end when Grace’s life did. Not at all. Their love would go on forever, as it was meant to. He would always love her. Their story didn’t end yet, because he would continue loving her even after she was gone.

~

He saw her one last time. He knew it was the last time. He knew that they both had to move forward, him with his life, her with her heaven (he didn’t believe in a religion, but he liked to think that Grace was an angel living her dream, somehow, somewhere). He held her close under the water, savoring their final kiss, and then he opened his eyes and then she was gone but it was okay because he knew she would always be with him, no matter what.

And he swam to the surface and smiled.

“Bye.”

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