#- a few oneshots ago; and wanted to try something new! I hope that's okay!

[oswildin]

Oneshot request:)

Can you maybe do one where the reader is struggling with anxiety during a mission or something, and Loki comforts them throughout? Just a little fluff:)

Hi! Thank you for the request! Hope this is okay! I drew from my own experiences with anxiety, so it may not be the same for everyone (well, obviously it isn’t but you know what I mean!). 💚

Small Victories (Loki x GN!Reader)

Summary: Loki helps you get through your anxiety during a mission. (Avenger!Loki, subtle fluff, friends to lovers vibe)

Today was an off today. It had started like any other, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t wake up exactly the same as the day before. You would get days like this, days where things just felt… too much. You couldn’t explain why, or exactly how, but they just did. Your mind felt like it was racing, your heart beating a little faster, sounds made you startle easier and that dread that seemed to linger in your bones only grew more pronounced as the day went on. You wanted to hide away, let it pass… But unfortunately, life as an Avenger had other plans.

Currently, you were moving down the halls of an old Hydra base, having got information that a new terrorist group had gotten access to it, intending to find information, or even better plans for weapons, that had been left behind. The base had only recently been discovered with this groups movements, who had been on Stark’s radar for the last few days. But today was really not the day for a mission…

With every step you took, you could feel that needling dread, that doubt that creeped into your mind - doubt of your abilities, the weight of your responsibilities…

Focus. You had to focus.

“Do you copy, Agent?” Loki’s voice suddenly came through your earpiece, and you realised you had completely missed something he had said. You take a quiet breath, lifting your hand to activate comms on your earpiece.

“Sorry, what did you say?” You asked, eyes scanning the area, keeping - or trying to - your wits about you. Truthfully, Loki had noticed you earlier in the day, and on the journey to the base. You had seemed distant, a little out of sorts. And annoyingly for him, he found himself… concerned of sorts. Unfortunately, you had managed to worm your way into the heart of the God of Mischief, much to his dismay and joy. It was quite the contradiction, but he was Loki after all, so that wasn’t so surprising.

“I said, I’m making my way to you.” Loki repeated the statement he had made a minute ago.

“Okay.” You murmured, hearing a noise behind you down the hall. Whipping around, you saw movement, and for a moment you thought maybe it was Loki, but you quickly realised it wasn’t. It was the enemy. You felt your heart stutter for a second before quickly reaching for your gun, firing a warning shot towards the figure as you sidestepped towards one of the old labs in the hall, hearing the enemy fire a shot in return. The sound made you startle, your nerves beginning to fray due to your anxiety. “Damn it-“ You hissed, mentally chiding yourself.

However, just as you reached the door, a wave of familiar green seidr flickered down the corridor, immediately knocking the the figure at the end back, making them drop their weapon and hit the wall behind them, falling unconscious to the ground. You barely had time to register the two hands that landed on your shoulders, turning you round.

Loki gazed at you, brows furrowed as he took in the slighter wider look to your eyes, the way your breaths were quicker and a little shallow. “Agent, look at me.” He calmly commanded, lowering his head slightly to catch your gaze. “Focus on my voice.” He continued. “I need you to take a few deep breaths, and take a moment.” He nodded faintly, a subtle, silent encouragement.

You finally met his gaze, your eyes searching his as he exuded the firm calm you craved. His hands on your shoulders remained, keeping you grounded as you tried to do as he said. You took deep, slower breaths, trying to get your heart beat to follow suit.

“Good.” Loki murmured, his eyes flickering around to ensure there was no more danger. “Keep going.” His eyes then turned to the door you had planned on going through, deciding it was best to get out of the open. Removing one of his hands from your shoulders, he reached for the door, swiftly opening it before ushering you inside with his other hand shifting from your shoulder to your back. “That’s it, take a second.” He continued, giving you something to focus on.

Once inside the abandoned lab, out of immediate sight of any potential threats, he once again stood before you. He could see the way your hands had moved to clench into fists, quickly unclenching before tightening into balls again, over and over - repetitive self-soothing motion. He hated the way it tugged at his heart, something he had been very adamant about being fortified. Yet, in this moment, it was very clear it wasn’t quite as protected as he had portrayed it to be.

Without a second thought, his cool hands caught yours, holding them gently as his thumbs brushed over your knuckles in a similarly soothing way. “It’ll pass.” He said quietly, ensuring he held your gaze. “Trust me.” He added, lowly.

The sensation of his hands holding yours were a balm, his words an anchor amidst the storm in your mind. You continued to steady your breaths the best you could, before hearing Tony’s voice come through comms.

“Reindeer games, report?” That made you lose focus for a moment, making your breaths hitch as you lost your rhythm. Loki felt a flare of irritation at Tony’s interruption, even if it was unfounded, as he reached to remove your earpiece.

“Stay focused.” Loki reminded you, keeping the earpiece in his palm as his hand returned to yours, this time holding your fingers between his thumb and index finger gently whilst his other remained holding your hand completely. “Forget the mission, your current mission is to get past this, alright?”

After a minute or so, with Loki’s gentle encouragements and soothing gestures, you began to feel the anxiety that had been gripping out begin to ebb. Your breaths evened out, your heart slowing to its usual rhythm. The thoughts that had been swirling in your head quietened, focusing solely on the moment, on Loki. Loki released his own quiet breath of relief, unable to stop the small swell of pride and satisfaction he felt at being able to help you through the moment.

Wordlessly, you gave a small nod, silently telling him it had passed - for now. Loki gave a gentle squeeze to your hand, loosening his grip before his hand slid up your arm to rest on your bicep. “There.” He breathed out softly. “It’s passed.”

You felt a flicker of embarrassment at allowing yourself to get so overwhelmed on a mission, your job was to be focused and precise, and yet this episode had prevented you from doing that. The one thing you were there to do�� Loki could sense the frustration within you, seeing it clearly in the way your brows twitched.

“We all have our moments.” He sighed quietly, tilting his head faintly as he regarded you, his thumb subconsciously brushing the fabric of your mission gear on your arm. “They always strike in the most unideal moments.” A pause. “But you got past it, and you didn’t let it consume you.” His blue eyes flickered over your features. “Small victories.”

His words helped ease some of your worries, and there was gratitude in your own eyes as you gazed at him. It was a look that made a flicker of warmth appear in Loki’s chest, that earlier pride returning. For a God that had previously often sought to bring chaos, it was… nice… to be doing the opposite for a change. Especially with someone who he held in high regard - even if he wouldn’t admit that aloud. Not quite yet, anyway.

“Thank you.” You finally spoke, voice low. Loki didn’t say anything, simply squeezing your arm one last time before letting his hand fall back to his side. He then held out his hand that held your earpiece, offering it back to you.

“Or I could send it to my pocket dimension and we simply tell Stark that it was lost?” He mused playfully, raising a brow, hoping to draw a small smile to your lips - which he managed to do. You shook your head faintly, reaching to take it from his palm.

“And hear him complain about how much they cost even though he’s a billionaire?” You murmured wryly in return. “No, thank you.” Loki felt his own lips tug into a smirk at your humour, giving an elegant nod.

“Very well.” He accepted, watching you place the small device back into your ear. “Shall we venture back out into the unknown?” He stepped back slightly, gesturing towards the door with a dramatic flair. “I’m told I’m a rather good partner.”

You huffed wryly at that, raising a brow. “By who?” You teased, moving towards the door.

“Myself.” Loki replied playfully, pleased to see you were slowly beginning to return to your usual self. He understood that the anxiety would likely linger, but he silently vowed he would be there to ensure it couldn’t consume you.

He wouldn’t allow it.

[lootsofathousandsworld]

Flint x Reader Hurt Oneshot

Good lord I had this short story in my grammery for a long time. X'D

Anyway hope you like this folks. I'm trying to get my groove back on writing these stuff. I miss doing them :')

And as always sorry if you see any grammer errors.

“What the hell happened?!” You’ve gotten used to Flint’s temper after living with him for a while now. This time, however, he was yelling at his crew member after getting hurt from doing something stupid. 

And oh man, this is probably the new record on his wrath that made your heart beat out of fright. 

And also your wound wasn’t too bad. It was only a scratch on your palm. Not too long ago, you wanted to try that dagger trick after you saw someone performing it on the street.

But you accidentally cut yourself after your feet stumbled and grabbed the blades instead of the handle. 

“S-sir we kept an eye on 'er!” One crew protested. "And to be fair cap'n, she wanted to perform this stunt. We didn't make 'er do it!" 

"Is that so?" You saw him look at you coldly which made you bite your lips holding your hand where the wounded were.

He exhales his nostril in irritation and turns his men, mostly at his first mate, Billy. "Take 'em to my ship. I'll be there shortly." 

"Aye, sir!" Billy replied. Then the Captain turns to you and grabs your arm. 

"You and I going have a little talk on yer act," With that, you and he walked away from the crew. When you and he are alone in the dark ally he speaks lowly.

"Let me see yer hand,"  

At first, your instinct tells you not to. Since you are afraid of what he’ll say or do to you. Then you hear your captain repeat in a strict tone.

“Let. Me. See. Yer. Hand.” 

You show your wound nervously and you watch him examine it carefully. After about a few seconds he lets out a frustrated sigh.

“Just what the hell were ye thinkin'?” 

You lowered your head in embarrassment. 

“It’s only a scratch,” You muttered. 

“But that stunt could’ve gotten yourself killed ye know that?!” Flint almost shouts. 

You flinch and manage to reply. “I know it was stupid.” You added while trying not to sound afraid. “I just. I only want to impress your men that’s all.”  

In the corner of your eyes, you watch him shake his head and take a few breaths silently to calm himself. You then feel your chin gently lift and your face is looking at his. 

His face was now a hint of worrying that he never showed this side to his crew. He also was on his knees so you can see his face better. 

“ Lass you don’t need to show your impression on my men. Since you joined my crew ye been improved your strength and agility. That dumb stunt is never the bonus. My men and I were already impressed with your skills lass." He brushes your cheeks with his thumb-bony finger and finishes.

" And what impresses me more is your improvement over a month living on my ship," 

You felt your cheeks almost blush at his compliment on your endurance living on his ship. But then your face made a frown when your Captain said this. 

"And from now on no more handling daggers unless yer supervised. “ 

“Then how am I going to defend myself without one?” You asked. Feeling upset you can’t have one after that stunt.

“That until you be taught how to handle it properly.” As he spoke he took out his ray cloth from his coat pocket and wrapped it around your palm to stop the bleeding.    

“Now promise me you'll follow this order, for yer safe sake.” He looked at you long and you made a silent huff, looking down with disappointment.  

Y/N." He spoke sternly.  

"Okay fine I promise, swear to pirate code," You gave in. Not because of his tone. More of there's no point in arguing with him. You felt it wouldn't change anything the more you tried to argue with him. 

Also, you want to be done with this situation. You were embarrassed enough by that dagger stunt. Instead, you muttered for him to hear. 

"Can we go back now Captain?" You hear him make a slight chuckle and begins to lead you back to his ship. While on the way he spoke lowly. 

"Once ye handle some daggers properly, I can perhaps give ya a few tricks of mine." 

"And how long that'll be until?" You asked, looking up at him. 

"A year." 

"A year?" You almost laugh. "Come on can you give me a month?"  

"No," 

"Please?" You did your best giving a puppy pleading, thanks to B.E.N. showing you how to do it. You watch him avoiding your gaze and he clinches his teeth in frustration.  

Soon he rolled all his eyes, "Remind me to punish B.E.N. on teaching ye how to beg when we get back. 

"So is that a yes?" You grinned. 

 He snorted. "Maybe." That made your hope up, knowing he'll change his mind once you and him are on his ship...or as he puts it. Maybe. 

[kyber-crystal]

midnight rain || benji dunn

summary: 4 times you realize you love benji dunn and 1 time you finally told him you loved him (it’s him, it’s always been him, and it always will be him)

words: ~2.4k

warnings: angst, mentions of violence, did i mention angst. but there's a happy ending i promise. also a fair amount of crying cause we love a reader who’s not afraid of being vulnerable in front of the man she cares about. feminism Yes

a/n: can you tell this is literally my favorite trope ever. also this is my first ever full length mission impossible oneshot…so if benji seems ooc then pls keep that in mind LOL. i promise i’ll get better w the more i write. i tried my best :) anyway enjoyyy

dedicated to @the-multiverse-of-fandoms who wanted basically anything benji/imf team related, i hope this did your wish justice!! & to @ilsastrenchcoat for giving me that lil push to branch out & write something new :)

i. what happens in budapest stays in budapest

“So when are you going to tell him?” Luther’s voice cuts through the buzz of static.

You flinched, with your earpiece nearly falling out at the sudden motion. “I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“She knows what I’m talking about. Right, Ilsa?”

“What? That she’s in love with Benji?” Ilsa laughed in reply. “Oh. Of course she does. I thought everyone knew.”

“Can it,” you snapped, face feeling red-hot. “Last I checked, we were trying to track down an arms dealer. This isn’t the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills.”

“London,” Luther corrected. You could practically hear him smirking. “This is burning slower than that damn White Barn candle I got on sale two years ago.”

You rolled your eyes and slid your gun back into its holster. Children. You worked with children.

But you knew they were right. They always were, but you would carry that admission with you to the grave if you had to. They knew you had fallen long before you did yourself—eight months ago when you were crammed into a tiny motel room in Budapest for a layover. The walls were so paper thin that you could hear Ethan snoring on the other side, and there was only enough room for one measly bed.

“I think the springs are broken,” Benji had pointed out.

“Very broken.”

“Did they forget to give us another pillow?”

“I think so.”

“Okay, you can take the pillow. I don’t need it anyway.”

“Benji, just take the damn pillow.”

“No, you take it. I don’t want you to complain in the morning that you don’t feel well rested.”

“…Fine.”

Just as you were about to drift off, you felt a warm hand squeeze yours and a familiar voice whisper “Sleep tight, I’ll bomb all the bed bugs and bad dreams for you.”

That ended up being the first nightmare-free, peaceful sleep you had in eleven years.

ii. home is where the heart is

Marrakesh right after sunset was unusually peaceful. The lively chatter of the bazaar below was calming down; and the weather wasn’t too hot nor too cold.

You had never seen so many stars like this in your entire life.

“You’re telling me that in all these years of living, you’ve never seen a sky full of stars?” Benji had asked you one evening during a team camping trip. “That’s not called living, it’s called dying.”

“I grew up in a big city, Dunn,” you sighed. “I would do anything for an unpolluted sky.”

“Benji’s inside, if you were wondering,” Ethan explained as he pulled out a seat next to you. “He just got back a few minutes ago.”

“Oh. Okay.”

He exhales and gives you a knowing look. “How long?”

“Ethan, you know I can’t…”

“What’s holding you back?”

“I don’t know, the weight of the world, maybe?” you guessed. “And when you’re constantly moving from place to place it’s hard to settle down and tell someone how you feel. It’s hard to find the perfect time…”

“There’s no such thing as the ‘perfect’ time, Y/N. You just need to find the right time.”

“But I don’t understand. It’s…for the first time in my life, I finally feel like I’m home…he makes me feel at home. But I can’t even say it. What if he doesn’t get it?”

“He will know. Trust me.”

“Who will know what?”

It’s impossible for Ethan to miss the way your face lights up as Benji steps out onto the balcony. He takes this as the opportunity to quietly step away, leaving you two to yourselves.

“Hi,” you say shyly, hands in your pockets.

“Hey, yourself,” he replies.

You step towards him and lean your forehead against his shoulder. He’s surprised at the sudden action but wraps his arms around you anyway, feeling grateful for your presence.

“Thank you,” you mumble against his shirt, though he’s not sure what exactly you’re thanking him for.

“Anytime.”

iii. he definitely is a fallen angel, right?

God, he had to be unreal, you thought as the Seoul skyline reflected off his face and washed him in a glowing gold. He could have just gone through hell and back and still look as if he had descended straight from the heavens.

You couldn’t look away. It was damn near impossible for you to.

You weren’t sure what you did to deserve him; he was far too precious for this cruel world. You walked through the doors of the IMF with eleven passports and a knife tucked against your thigh, not knowing what your future held. Benji, on the other hand, strolled in with the widest grin known to man on his face and eyes sparkling as if he had discovered the eighth wonder of the world. Polar opposites, and yet you’re drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Benji’s brows furrowed in concern. “Penny for your thoughts?”

“Just thinking…I really need a drink.”

“Nonsense, you can’t even walk straight,” he stated as he glanced down at your ankle, which had been wrapped up in bandages. “You don’t need the soju to be walking around like a madman.”

“Yes I do.”

“No you don’t.”

“I…”Letting out a shaky sigh, you bite the inside of your cheek until you could taste blood. “They almost got away. I almost jeopardized everyone’s safety and ruined the whole damn operation.”

“No, you didn’t,” he reassured you, “they didn’t get away. And besides…I think you did pretty damn great out there. Taking names, kicking ass, beating that one dude to death with the butt of your pistol…”

Your eyes shone with tears as you glanced over at him, a small smile now on your face. “You really think so?”

“Yeah,” he said softly as he brought a hand up to your cheek. You lean in to his touch and try to ignore the sparks that ignite as his skin brushes against yours. “I really think so. And you know what else?”

“What?”

“I think this calls for a celebration. How does charcoal-grilled KBBQ sound? Then we…we can go to that super cool design plaza north of the Han River and we’ll pretend we’re in another dimension. One where the IMF isn’t sending us on death-defying missions in which bad guys are out for our blood.”

The crinkles around your eyes make their first appearance in what seems like forever, and Benji’s heart warms. “You know me so well.”

“Well, of course. I’ve been trying to.”

He shrugs his jacket off and wraps it around your shoulders before pulling you close. You sink into him even deeper, and for a moment, you can pretend that everything is right with the world.

iv. as the world caves in

You don’t think you’ve ever cried in your life. Not even once.

Okay, maybe once. Twice. The first time was when you passed the field exam and you were so happy that you shed a few tears of joy.

The second time was right now: you watched as a strung-out Benji fought for his life in the hospital. You don't know how long it’s been since you got here, and all you could do now was pray to God that he would wake up.

You felt someone put a soft hand on your shoulder. “Sweetheart, you’ve been here for ages.”

Luther gave you a sad smile as he sat next to you. You swallowed the lump in your throat and closed your eyes.

“Why did it have to be him?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “but he’s going to be fine. He always is.”

“I hope…”

“Why don’t you go get some rest? I’ll let you know when he wakes up,” he offered. He could tell you desperately needed sleep. “Try to relax.”

“Okay…”

It’s a solid four hours later when Benji finally stirs awake.

He blinks and rubs his eyes. “Luther…? Hey.”

“You’re awake, that’s good,” he stated. “Your blood pressure has gone up a lot since Y/N gave you her blood. If she didn’t, we’d be shipping your ass off to the funeral home.”

“She did what now?”

“She gave you her blood. Doc asked around but none of our types matched yours, except hers.”

“Oh.”

“I told her she’d pass out if she kept crying after the blood transfusion, but she cried the whole day. She first cried when you didn’t wake up. And now she’s going to start crying because you woke up. She worries about you a lot, you know. So much so that she often neglects her own well-being.”

A strange feeling works its way through Benji’s system. You cared… “Can you tell her I want to see her now?”

“Sure.”

A few moments later, you walk through the door—obvious tear tracks on your face—and sit by his bedside. “Benjamin Dunn, what the hell were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t. Sorry…”

“You almost died.” You looked away and hastily wiped at your eyes. It didn’t help. “I watched you bleed out on the pavement and almost lose your life.”

He doesn’t know what else to say, so he simply reaches out and intertwines your fingers together, squeezing tight. More tears slip down your cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m just glad you’re not in a body bag,” you choked out. “I’m just really glad you’re not dead.”

“Me too. Now come here,” Benji says, and he moves over on his bed to make room for you. You rest your head against his chest and close your eyes, and he drapes an arm across your waist. “Thank you for waiting.”

You end up falling asleep to the sound of his steady heartbeat.

+i (v). it's always been you

It's hot as hell outside, your clothes are sticking to your skin, and you're sure that one hit would set you on fire.

“Why did we have to go into the middle of the damn Arabian desert?” Benji yells over the howling winds into his comm. He coughs as some sand gets into his mouth. “You can’t even build a sandcastle with this crap. I regret everything I said about disliking being in the van.”

“No idea!” you yell back. You wrap your protective scarves tighter around your head and mouth, and adjust your goggles. A loud bang! makes you flinch, causing you to quickly whip around and pull out your gun.

“Woah there, it's just me,” Ethan raised his hands in surrender. You slowly lowered your weapon. “Did you get the flashdrive?”

You nodded and quickly handed him the small piece of metal. He stores it away in his pocket before zipping it up. “Let's go.”

It takes another hour and a half to round up the whole team and escape safely. The sandstorm was worsening by the second and you would be incredibly lucky to escape relatively unscathed.

You’re breathing heavily as you board the helicopter and take off your equipment, leaning against the wall. You could still feel the man’s hands around your throat, trying to squeeze the life out of you.

The look of fury in Benji’s eyes as he pulled the trigger was permanently burned into the back of your mind. You’d never seen him that angry before—he was nowhere near what you’d call short-tempered. The most upset you’d ever seen him was when Ethan ate the last of his favorite potato chips a month ago. And even then, he didn’t raise his voice.

Benji crouches down in front of you and brings a cold towel to your face. It comes away stained a light crimson, and he tries not to panic. “Are…are you okay?”

“I'm okay,” you exhale. “Thanks for saving my ass out there. If you hadn't gotten there in time…"

“You're welcome,” he replies. “Why is it that we always take turns saving each other from near death experiences?”

“It's all part of the job,” you crack a grin. “Welcome to the IMF, where you go on suicide missions all the time but you're not allowed die. Pretty ironic if you ask me.”

“I know, right?” He sounds like he's going to say something else, but then pauses. Upon peering closer, he sees a series of blue and purple handprint splotches on the sides of your neck. “Y/N…”

“I'm okay, I promise,” you say quickly. “Don't worry about me.”

“I don't get how you can stay so calm in situations like this,” he says, exasperated. “You scare me sometimes.”

“It's no big deal, really.” But your voice cracks, and that's when you finally break down and burst into tears. “I’m used to danger. I just—”

“Hey hey hey, it's going to be alright,” he murmurs as he moves closer to bring you in for a hug, arms snaking around you and holding on as tight as he possibly could. Your tears slowly begin to stain his shirt with dark spots, but he couldn't care less. “You're safe and you're going to be okay. You are going to be okay because I'll be here for you. Always.”

“You promise?”

“Pinky promise.” He holds his pinky out, and you wrap your finger around his. “I swear on my life. I’m here to stay whether you like it or not.”

The words slip out before you could even realize what you were saying.

“God, I love you,” you mumbled against his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut. “More than anything. I should’ve…I really should’ve told you a long time ago. I don’t know why I waited so long to tell you. You felt like home to me and I found comfort in that and I loved you so much for it, Benji. I still do.”

The air suddenly feels heavy and that’s when the weight of what you had said finally sinks in. It feels like an eternity of awkward, strained silence all around before he opens his mouth to reply.

“I love you too,” he says, “Always have.”

And as your lips touch, all the aches and pains and barely-recovering broken bones seem to disappear. You can’t even remember why you were so upset in the first place because you’re safe here with him and he’s finally, finally kissing you, and all you really need to think about is the fact that the man you truly loved and needed more than anything had been right here all along and it was perfect.

The ride home is a long one, so you allow yourself to relax in his comforting arms and drift away to a distant dreamland. Ethan gently nudges Luther in the shoulder, motioning for him to take a glance back at the sight.

“You owe me twenty,” he reminds him with a toothy grin.

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[dayseternal-blog]

Hi 🤍 i urgently need nh fics with the cliché of “who did this to you”

Thank uuu

I've been trying to think of fics that have that exact line, and I only know my own.

"Tell Me of Forevers" - Rated T, High School AU, Two-shot. Hurt/Comfort Original Prompt created by whumpster-dumpster on Tumblr: Character A tilting Character B’s chin up to get a better look at their face and the evidence of the fight. A delicately thumbs away the streak of blood by B’s mouth, saying nothing as they examine it. After a brief pause, B’s heart skips a nervous beat as A looks them dead in the eyes. Their voice is quiet and tense, their anger barely restrained. “Who did this to you?”

Other than that, fics that have Naruto getting revenge on the people who hurt Hinata....

I feel like this one matches this idea:

“Echoes of Silence” by @ellaroundpanda - Rated E, Modern AU, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. Hinata Hyuga was trapped. Her relationship with Toneri was leading to nowhere and she wanted to find a new Dom. Naruto Uzumaki seemed to be the answer to all her prayers, but her fiancé wouldn’t give up that easily…

hmmmm....I've been having trouble thinking of fics where one of them gets hurt.....

“Day 22: Technology” from “A Love Story Like Never Before” by @journalsofagoddess - Rated T, Canon-Divergent, One-shot. It was the same feeling he always got when she left on missions. He felt useless that he wouldn’t be able to be by her side to protect her from everything and anything. But he was here now and he wouldn’t let anything hurt her. He promised.

"Savage" from "NaruHina Erotica Oneshots" by Makuro767 - Rated E, Canon-Divergent AU, One-shot. Hyuuga Hinata looked at her clear temple before brushing her bangs over it. By tomorrow noon, it will be marred by the Caged Bird Seal. A few weeks ago she was poisoned during a routine mission and the her chakra was completely ruined. She couldn’t mold it to activate her Byakugan and it has become a matter of great dishonor to her noble clan.

"Midnight Sun" by Makuro767 - Rated E, Demons Fantasy AU, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. Hyuuga Hinata is stuck in a school for monsters and the supernaturals despite being a totally normal human girl. But she has a protector. Uzumaki Naruto is an Incubus and a prefect of Konohagakure no Gakuen. Sounds like your day to day girl meet monster, no?

“The Demon’s Contract” by Cheating Death - Rated M, Modern/Gangs AU, Multi-chapter, Complete. The mysterious blonde male smirked down at her petite, quivering form, a hint of amusement in his crimson eyes. “I’ll help you with your revenge in exchange for your soul…”

"Distorted Minds" by Cheating Death - Rated M, Canon-Divergent AU, Multi-chapter, Complete. Her lavender eyes slowly opened, her vision blurry and distorted for a few moments as she tried to look around. It was then that she realized that she was suspended a few inches off the ground, her wrists cuffed in cold, metal shackles that hung from the ceiling.

I'm reminded of Chapter 16 in:

“Serenity Prayer” by katarinahime - Rated E, Modern AU, Multi-chapter, Incomplete. When their fairytale endings smash to ugly pieces, Hinata and Naruto help put each other back together.

I'm also reminded of this chapter, "Don't go messing with things" from "(common side effects)" by katarinahime, when Naruto and Hinata get jumped by thugs... but in a wonderful twist, it doesn't quite match your request ...

Wow. Okay, so most of these recs are very dark. And as far as I can remember, none of them except for my own has the "Who did this to you?" spelled out, but they all have that same sense of "don't hurt my loved one!" So I hope something here satisfies!

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I hope u are still taking requests 🤗

So a oneshot with twst boys where yuu is going through a lot but doesn’t like to share it with her friends bcoz she thinks they won’t care ( because of her past experience with her friends) . Just a comfort fic with all of them trying to comfort them in their own way

I only write gn or masc reader so i switched it to gn, hope thats ok.

also i got really inspired while making this and kinda went overboard with the length so i decided to make a couple chapters to get each character in, ill add links to the other chapters as I write them

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

It had been a couple months since Yuu had found their way to Twisted Wonderland. The initial adrenaline rush had worn off long ago, but the never ending excitement of meeting new people and experiencing new things kept them distracted for a while. Now that things were dying down and falling into a day to day rhythm, Yuu couldn't help but begin to think back to their home, and all the people they left. They were grateful, of course, for all the new friends they had made, but that wasn't to say they wanted to abandon the ones they already had. And what about their family? Were they ok? Did something happen to them in the time Yuu was gone? Yuus thoughts only got more and more anxiety riddled the more time they spent at NRC.

I can't really tell anyone though. They'll get annoyed with me. It's not their problem I'm stuck here.

Yuus poker face must have betrayed them because it was only a few days of silent brooding before they were confronted by Kalim.

"Hey, Yuu! Come with me to Scarabia!"

"Sure, why though?"

"You'll see!" Yuu followed along with interest as Kalim dragged them through the Hall of Mirrors back to his dorm. Kalim was in such an unnecessary rush he was practically pushing them by the time they smelled whatever was being cooked in the Scarabia kitchen.

"You seemed sad recently so Jamil agreed to cook for you! Whenever I'm sad either Jamils cooking cheers me up, or throwing a party does, but Jamil said you probably didn't want a party." Kalim was right about that, Yuu didn't really want any sort of party, but the small act of kindness from the two boys warmed their heart, even if they didn't know why Yuu was upset.

"Kalim invited some classmates from Heartslaybul, against my better input, but he said you wouldn't mind." Jamil barely looked at Yuu for a second, but they could tell he was just as concerned for them as Kalim. It made them feel a little guilty, to make their friends worry, but the attention was nice.

"Hey, Yuu how ya doin. Kalim said you were sad." Yuu hadn't noticed, but Trey, Cater, and Riddle had walked into the room where Yuu and the two Scarabia boys were. Cater had sat down across from Yuu and went right to talking with them, thoroughly ignoring the now slightly annoyed Jamil and Riddle.

"Cater! Ah, I'm fine. Sorry I don't want you guys to worry for me or anything." Yuu laughed half-heartedly, trying to brush off their embarrassment.

"It's fine Yuu, you're our friend so we want to make sure you're okay." Trey set down a box infront of Yuu, before going over to talk to Jamil who was currently dealing with an over-energized Kalim.

"It's important for students at Night Raven College to be at their best so they may also present their best. It's...also important that you are doing well because we care for you, BUT IT IS MORE IMPORTANT THAT YOUR ATTITUDE REFLECTS THE STATE OF THIS SCHOOL." Riddle practically ran through that middle phrase, almost to the point where Yuu didn't catch it, luckily they did, but Riddle walked off red-faced before they could thank him.

"Those are for you btw, Trey made them." Yuu opened the box in front of them to see multiple small baked goods. Too many for them to eat on their own, but nonetheless they thanked Trey, and the others for their kindness. It was nice to know there were people who cared enough to go out of their way even though Yuu didn't tell them how they felt.

end of chapter 1

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Is it possible that you could write a Sun Haven oneshot where to establish peace in Withergate, Darius and the Fem!Farmer were placed into an arranged marriage and they’re both learning how to get along before the big wedding?

Hey, sorry for the wait. First of all, thanks so much for the ask!!! I had a blast writing, even if it took me a bit. I hope you like it and sorry that it's so short. I had to cut it off or else it'd snowball into a 20k word thing(that's been happening to me consistently when I start new oneshots recently.)

(It's been a while since I've posted so sorry if the format is different.) Type: Ask fulfill, scenario, fluff. Words: 1 394. Pairing: Darius/feminine reader Pov: 2nd person Gender: Fem

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You didn't orginally know how to feel about the information. You had been settled into your new job as a farmer in Sun Haven for little over a year when your friend and basically town mayor asked to speak to you.

Now normally, you loved spending time with Lucia whenever you two could spare it, considering how little time the two of you ever had to spare. But the way she spoke in her letter was disconcerting, to say the least.

So you finished watering your crops for the day and set off towards her office, a sinking feeling of dread in your chest.

She greeted you with a warm hug that smelled of mana and spice, as always, and urged you to sit down in her office. "Hey, my favourite farmer! I haven't seen you in a while."

You smiled at her and sat down. "Lucia, I'm the *only* farmer you know. Unless you count Liam growing wheat for his bakery."

She laughed, as she always did when you said that. "I know, I know. You make sure to remind me. But I've missed you."

You sighed. "I missed you too. And as much as I love you, I know you didn't call me in today for a catch-up session. You've been going back and forth with the King of Withergate for close to a month now. So spill."

Lucia winced at the reminder of why this meeting was happening. "... So. You know how we've been trying to settle an agreement with Withergate? We've finally settled on something."

"...Okay? Isn't that a good thing? What did you settle on?"

The way she looked at you exuded guilt. "You're going to marry the Prince."

You blinked for a few seconds, dumbfounded. "... What? Lucia, what in the world!?"

"You're the best person to do it and you'll be ferried over to Withergate in a few days so that you two can get to know each other before the wedding."

"Lucia, slow down. *What???*"

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That had been a few days ago. Here you sat, at the river next to your farm, waiting to be shipped off as a bride to someone you've never met. At least it would mean that Withergate wouldn't be giving Sun Haven a hard time, but it was still a difficult pill to swallow.

You were a farmer. Why in the world would any Prince want to marry you? You felt naked without the armour you forged, the only pretty dress you owned your body's only protection. It was rude to show up to a first date in armour.

The ferryman was nice enough, although silent. The time to reflect was appreciated. You'd gone so far as to scrape the dirt that was almost permanently present from under your nails. You were still unsure of how to feel.

A part of you desperately wanted to be angry. But you couldn't bring yourself to be. This was for the good of Sun Haven and you couldn't bring yourself to be angry at Lucia for doing what's best for her town.

You were anxious. You didn't know a single thing about Withergate, let alone its Prince.

When you finally met your arranged Fiancé, he wasn't what you were expecting. He was arrogant and cocky, yes, you had expected that from a Prince, but he knew every resident by name and kept himself invested in their lives. He was... caring. Extremely so.

You could tell he was uncertain of what to do with you, too. He was prickly the first few times you interacted. You were surprised that you didn't mind as much as you thought you would.

It had been half a week since you settled into your apartment. You had been given a rooftop area to farm in, which was kinder than you had hoped for.

You breathed soil for most of the day. You were so absorbed in your crops and caring for them that you hadn't even noticed your fiancé standing on the roof with a plate of native Withergate food in hand. "Do you usually get so covered in dirt when you farm?" His voice startled you when it announced his presence.

You turned to him, resting your arm on your hoe. "Well, yeah. Farming is a very dirt-related activity. It is, in fact, common to be covered in dirt because of it."

It was clear that Darius didn't expect that answer from the way he opened and closed his mouth a few times.

He eventually decided that there was no proper reply for that and gently waved tye plate of food around in the air. "I brought you lunch."

You eyed the food for a second, equal parts suspicion and surprise. "You better not have been the one to make it. No offense, but you can't cook to save your life."

He rolled his eyes in response and scoffed. "No, I didn't cook it. One of the palace chefs did. Now, do you want the food or not?"

With a sigh, you set down your hoe in its designated spot and clapped your hands together a few times to get rid of most of the mud on them. You'd already been chewed out by your landlord because of the dirt on your doorknobs once and weren't keen to repeat the action. "I do. It's actually really sweet of you. Just- come along and give me a second, I want to shower before I eat."

You were already turned towards the roof access door, so you didn't see Darius' cheeks grow a tad pinker. Mentally, you noted that you were lucky that the dish Darius brought doesn't cool down even after hours of leaving it alone.

Trying your best not to get dirt everywhere, you enter your apartment and take off your farming shoes at the door. "Please take your shoes off before coming inside. After that, make yourself at home." You called out to your fiancé as you made your way to the shower.

Said fiancé took off his shoes and looked around your, admittedly meager, furnishing. "... Is this really what you live like?" He called from his spot in the middle of the living room. He wasn't sure if he should sit on the couch, since it looked seconds away from collapsing.

"We can't all be nepo babies! Most of the money I make goes straight back into getting more crops or improving my gear."

You could hear him scoff even through the walls between you two. "That's preposterous. This couch looks one bad day away from giving up."

"To be fair, I don't really spend much time relaxing for the fun of it."

There was a moment of silence as Darius thought. You assumed he was silently judging you, but he was actually deciding that it was now his main objective (after making sure that Withergate is still doing well) to maks sure you rested. He himself had workaholic tendencies, but even he realised that you need to rest sometimes.

When you were eventually finished with your shower and donned your more presentable casual clothes, you motioned towards your small dining table that has two chairs. You chose the one with the bad leg.

He sat down the plate in front of you, complete with a fork, and sat down in the opposite chair.

"Don't you have anything to eat too?" You couldn't help but ask as you grasped the fork and started to eat. It was delicious, especially so to your stomach empty from hours of work.

"I already ate. I know you tend to forget to eat until dinner, so I brought you something after dinner at the palace was finished."

You hummed appreciatively, but ate in silence for a few moments. "What trouble has Donovan gotten into recently?"

The long-suffering groan Darius let out told you more than enough, but you listened to the shenanigans anyway. You loved Donovan, really, but he was the embodiment of a little rascal.

The two of you kept talking for a while after that. It was surprisingly easy to talk to him, despite the class difference and his tendency to be rude.

In the back of your mind, you had a thought. Maybe this marriage wouldn't be built on undying love and romance, but it wouldn't be the worst thing in world, despite what you originally believed.

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I know - Oneshot story

Word count: 5763

Note: Don´t mind the cursing, Maria grew up in a lower-middle-class family and is not unknown to the streets.

Note: This is a shorter story I wrote a while ago to cope with depression, I hope you enjoy it. You can also replace Marias' name with Y/N; it depends on you

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Maria has taken a month off from her job at Valorant protocol to work on her flat, which is at the current moment in a horrendous state. The radio blasted through the half-empty flat as she renovated. 

,, Fucking shit, get loose damn it!” she cursed at the water pipe she was trying to loosen.

She was at the point of renovating her kitchen and after removing the old wiring, Maria moved on to the water system. She tried everything on the rusting suckers, but they were so corroded that nothing she tried helped. In the end, she threw the wrench into a corner, busting a few old tiles. She sighed in frustration and sat on the dirty table in the middle of the room, purposefully looking around its surface before reaching out for a pack of cigarettes. She lit one up and took a drag, closing her eyes and leaning back a bit. 

“So am I still waiting

For this world to stop hating?

Can't find a good reason

Can't find hope to believe in.” she sang along to one of her favorite songs.

Once she´s finished with the renovations, she won´t be able to smoke there anymore, but for now, it doesn´t matter. Maria looked at the pipes again and frowned.

,, Bastard..” she sighed. 

She took another drag from her cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke. Behind the sound of her music echoing in the empty room was one busy city. If she were to turn the music off, she would have heard all the lively buzz outside in the concrete jungle. Suddenly, she heard something unusual. It didn´t come from outside, so she tried to focus on it.

,, Ms.Hoffmann?! Ms. Hoffmann!!” yelled Fred, her apartment manager, from below the stairwell. 

Her doors and windows were wide open as she needed some air to get in, so she could hear him, if it weren´t for the music, his voice would have been clear. She rolled her eyes, got up, and turned the volume down before coming up to the doorway. 

,, Yes, what is it? “ she yelled back down the long damp staircase. ,, Don´t tell me the music disturbs neighbors, nobody lives here besides us!” 

,, No, no, you have a visitor!” he howled, his voice echoing and bouncing off the moldy walls.

,, What did I tell you about telling people who I am!?” she raged while having to take the cigarette out of her mouth for her to not drop it.

,, He said he´s a cow worker! I thought it was okay!” his raspy voice echoed through the stairs.

,, A cow worker..? What the hell..?” she whispered to herself. ,, The fuck is that?! Did you let a random crackhead in again?! This time I´m gonna kick that sucker out myself!” 

,, Excuse me? I said a coworker.” sounded a deep male voice quietly from downstairs.

,, A coworker? Did you ask him THE question?!” Maria yelled down in frustration.

,, What code?!” Fred sounded confused.

She slapped the wall next to her and sighed loudly. 

,, Let him up! I swear on my mother if it´s another one of those poor suckers, I´m killing him on the spot!” Maria threatened and walked back into her apartment.

,, IF it´s another one, of course, I will have to find a new place to hide the body, again..” Maria growled and began looking for her firearm.

She picked up her pistol. It was just lying on one of the cabinets as she didn't have a place for it now. She calmly aimed at the doorway and patiently waited. Foot after foot the person closed the vertical distance before finally…

,, Oh? I see Sabine was right, you are paranoid.” chuckled Brimstone as he raised his arms, still cautious to not make any fast movements.

,, Sarge? What are you doing here? “ she lowered her gun, visibly confused. ,, Did something happen? The phone´s out for a while.”

,, No? I actually wanted to ask that as taking almost a month off out of nowhere is quite unusual.” he folded his arms as he spoke.

Maria frowned and looked him in the eyes, cigarette in mouth, squinting.

She scanned him a bit. He was dressed casually. White shirt, blue jeans, cheap watches.

,, You´re not a good liar.” she murmured.

,, Did you just..-” 

,, No, I don´t need to use the damn power to see your body language. You fidgeted a lot and rapidly blinked your eyes when you spoke. You actually closed them as you said that it is “unusual” for someone to take a month off. Then you defensively folded your arms so you´d subconsciously feel safer and more grounded.” Maria raised her eyebrow and took a drag.

Brimstone was silent for a while, looking around the flat from the doorway. His eyes were wide and his expression resembled a child who was caught eating cookies before dinner. 

,, Well.. Okay, maybe it is not unusual. Phoenix does it all the time.” he scratched the back of his neck.

Maria gave him the “continue” look.

,, Maybe I just wanted to know if everything is alright?” Brimstone didn´t look her in the eyes as he spoke, instead, he was constantly looking around for an object to fixate on.

,, Somebody had to read my file. “ turned Maria her back on him and began to walk towards the kitchen. ,, Come in, you´re not gonna stand there the whole time, are you?” 

,, No, of course not, thanks.” he blurted. ,, Should I close the door?” 

,, Nope, leave it like that, I need some fresh air in here.” she called from another room.

,,  I see you have a lot of stuff on your hands.” he said and tried to fan away the cigarette smoke with his hands.

,, Yeap, don´t expect anything fancy, it´s a mess in here.” she said unbothered, retrieved the wrench, and kneeled to the pipe once again. 

,, It´s fine, not like I´m any better. “ he winked at her, even though she had her back turned on him. ,, Whatcha got there?” he kneeled as well.

,, A goddamn rusty ass drain pipe that is for some reason connected to a water pipe. I have to separate them and put a new drain and water pipe in there. I don´t know why they were connected or which engineer thought of such a genius idea. You see when I poured water into a cup, there was some gunk from the drain pipe, which was disgusting so I had to buy my water. That was another expense and I couldn´t afford renovation before Protocol. Yeah and also it just didn´t want to flow away, it took hours to drain. AND IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO CLEAN! WHO THOUGHT OF IT!” she pushed with all her strength but to no avail, the nut did not budge.

,, Hell, that sucks. I can´t imagine tolerating something like that for that long” said Brim and gestured to hand him the wrench over.

,, Well, I cannot afford anything better, if I did those corporate mofos would notice and I would be doomed. “ she gritted her teeth and gave Brimstone a questioning look, distancing the wrench away from him. ,, You have a white shirt.” 

,, And? It´s just a shirt, don´t fuss around and give me that wrench.” 

,, As you wish Sarge, but I warned you.” she gave him the wrench with raised eyebrow still.

He took the wrench and put it on the huge nut that connected the pipes.

,, If something does not go with strength…” he said as he started to pull, ,, it will go with much greater strength.” 

As he finished the sentence the drain pipe snapped and all the gunk and water flew out of the pipage. Splashing both Maria and Brim.

,, What the hell? I smelled dirty drains before but this?” said now disgusted Brim, his white shirt completely dumped with suspicious liquid. 

Maria snorted hard, even though she got hit as well. 

,, What´s so funny?” he asked a bit annoyed.

,, Did I mention that the water pipes are connected to the septic from the flat above? That´s why I have the bucket there. “ she pointed at a cracked white bucket under the pipes.

,, How could this building even stand?” asked shocked Brim, trying to get off some pieces of gunk from him. ,, How can you live here?” 

,, I have to, but you would get used to it.” she shrugged.

,, I don't think I would. “ frowned Brim.

Maria took out another cigarette and offered Brim one too. 

,, Here Sarge, I think you need it now. “ she extended her hand toward him, amusement in her tone..

,, Hey, my name´s  Liam, call me that, and thank you.” he said and took a cigarette.

,, I´ve heard, “ she said and sat on top of the kitchen counter. ,, The name is Maria, so. “ she looked to the window and lit her cigarette, and handed the lighter to Brim. 

,, I know. “ he said with a smile.

They sat quietly for a while. The sounds of the city buzzed through the open windows, muffled music played from the radio. It would be calming if it wasn´t for the smell from the drain water and the weird itchy feeling on their skin. Brim quietly held the wrench and inspected it in his hand.

,, You still didn't tell me the reason.” broke Maria the silence.

,, What reason?” huffed Brim some smoke.

,, Why are you really here?” she looked at him with a smirk.

He thought for a while with a serious face. She could see his thoughts trying to create a sensible sentence. 

,, I just wanted to see you. To know how you´re doing. The last few months were rough and I know you´re not on the best note with some of the agents.” he said.

,, I will always keep it professional. If the kiddos have a problem with me, I´m fine with that, I wouldn´t like myself if I were them either.” she exhaled some smoke.

,, What are you saying right now?” he laughed.

,, No really. You weren´t there when I introduced myself? I was acting like a fool there. I introduced myself so distantly and with my nose so high that the sun would blind me.” she laughed too.

,, Why would you do that?” he asked in a semi-amused tone.

,, It´s a habit. I´m just like that. When you can see someone's thoughts, you know more than them usually. I´ve read so many minds that this approach stuck with me. Sometimes I forget that no one can read my mind, and they will not know how I mean things as I do with others.” 

,, That sucks, but maybe it just needs a bit of work.” he said and took a drag.

,, I guess these weird powers do degenerate your ability to be a normal human being, or maybe I am more human than I have ever been. I don´t know.” she sighed and listened to the music for a bit.

They sat quietly again before Brim started to scratch himself aggressively. 

,, Hey, don´t you have a way to clean yourself? This stuff makes me go crazy and we will probably get a rash if we keep it on our skin any longer.” he grunted as he tried to scratch his back.

,, Sadly, I don´t, but we can wait a bit for the sun to go down.” said Maria, slapping Brim's hand that tried to scratch his back and scratched him herself.

,, I don´t understand, why would we wait for the sun to go down?” he asked, confused.

,, First, “ Maria jumped down from the counter and put her finger up. ,, I wouldn´t go out if I smelled like this, not even in this crackhead district like mine, and second, have you ever seen someone climb fences during the day?” she said in a cheeky tone.

Brim just looked at her, even more confused.

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,, Maria, no. What is this?” asked Brim when they arrived at their destination.

The light from the streetlight didn´t reach the spot where they were standing and Maria enthusiastically rushed to the wired fence.

,, Our “ I smell good again” ticket.” she said and skillfully climbed the fence, trying not to make much noise.

She jumped down and put her arms on her hips. 

,, C´mon Liam, don´t tell me that our sarge is afraid to climb a little fence.” she teased.

Brimstone rolled his eyes and started to climb the fence. He got to the top, but then something unexpected happened. The fence collapsed under him, sending Brim to the ground in front of Maria. 

,, Shit, you ok? Liam?” she asked, looking around frantically. 

,, Yeah yeah, I´m fine. Seems like I´m a bit too heavy for that.” he observed the broken thing.

,, Maybe. C´mon before the night guard comes around.” she grabbed his hand and led him around the building.

After a while of running in the dark, they came across a neatly stacked pile of boxes right under a small window.

,, Great, they didn´t dispose of it yet. I hope you´ll fit.” she looked at him, then started climbing the boxes. ,, When you climb inside, there is a toilet, try not to fall on it, 'cause that would surely bust us.” she said and slipped into the window.

Maria looked back at the window, hoping Brim would fit. Turns out she didn´t have to worry. 

,, Look, I´m not that big.” he frowned when he saw her amused yet puzzled face.

,, Okay okay, just be careful when you step down here.” she said as she helped him down from the ledge.

,, Alright, what now? “ he asked, looking around, trying to adjust to the dark.

,, Now we just have to get to the arrival room so that I can pick up some soap and we will be good to go.” she said happily.

,, What? Where the hell are we?” he looked at her, stretching his back.

,, You will see soon, just wait for me here and then you´ll see, I´ll be right back, don´t make noise.” she gestured with her hands as she backed out of the room.

Lucky for her the arrival room was right outside the door and it didn´t take long to get to the reception table. It was dark, but still visible enough to see into the drawers she had opened. She searched for one thing, the keys to the lost and found room, where all the treasure is stored.

,, Might as well pick up some clean clothes.” she whispered to herself.

Finally, she found what she searched for, a small yellow key with a tag. 

,, Yes!” she whispered loudly, before listening carefully if someone wasn´t around. 

Nothing.

Maria carefully unlocked the door and turned on the light from her phone.

,, Alright, what am I gonna pick.” she talked to herself again.

She searched around and found some floral bodywash that she ended up picking for herself. Some basic men's shower gel that was almost completely empty. She thought for a bit if it would be enough, but then brushed it off as it was time for some new clothes. They weren´t clean clothes at all, mostly stuff that people left in lockers somewhere in the area during summer.

,, Hey.” a hand landed on her shoulder.

Maria jumped and shone in the face of the intruder, ready to strike, but when she turned, she only saw Brimstone squinting eyes and shielding his face from the light.

,, Put it down, damn it!” he hissed while shielding his eyes.

,, I told you to wait! You call yourself a soldier when you can´t obey an order?” she said angrily, breathing in and out.

,,It had taken you quite a while. I just came to check on you if you are okay.” he said innocently.

She gave him an angry look, but couldn´t be mad for long as this was quite sweet of him.

,, Okay, I forgive you. At least you can pick your clothes.” she turned away from him and continued to dig through the boxes of clothes.

,, Clothes?” he asked confused.

,, Yes, you didn´t plan on wearing this after you clean yourself up, or ye?” she asked.

,, Of course not, but I didn´t expect this. What is this place?”

,, You will still have to wash them and you will see.” she said as she folded some wear in her arms.

Brim didn´t look for long as he just pulled out the first pants and top he had gotten in his hands.

,, Alright, now the hardest part. Getting around Lenny. “ she said, crouching before one of the doors.

,, Lenny? Is he the night guard here?” he crouched with her.

,, Yep, but he mostly has headphones so our biggest problem will be his vision.”

,, And his sense of smell, because I think I have lost mine.” said Brim, wrinkling his nose.

,, I can numb his senses for a few seconds, make it look like he got dizzy from sleepiness, but we have to be fast.” she rolled her eyes. ,, I´ll show you where to go.”

She opened the door and revealed a long corridor that had many doors. Whistling and walking echoed and bounced off the walls.

,, We need the second door on the right before the turn at the end. Stay close behind me.” 

They sneaked through the corridor and approached the aimed door.

,, Wait, let me check something.” she stopped him and peeked out from behind to wall to the next corridor.

Brim peaked with her.  There an African American man walked with his back to them, happily whistling and swinging his flashlight to the rhythm of the song. 

,, So that´s Lenny? “ he smirked at the man.

Maria sent a small purplish butterfly that quickly closed the distance between them and disappeared when it touched the back of his neck.

,, Yep” replied Maria.

,, What was that? “ asked Brim, retreating from his position to stand up.

,,I just checked if he was here already and if we have enough time.” she said, standing up as well.

,, And?” 

,, Well, he was just here and it´s gonna take him like thirty minutes before he makes another lap in the second building and an hour around the outside area, so we have around two hours before he gets here again, but I can set a trap at the entrance to the corridor for us to know if he´s near, and a small trap to make him think that he checked here already, buying us another two hours.” she explained as she made her way to the entrance again.

,, Wow, that little power of yours is quite handy.” grinned Brim, watching as Maria made a small cocoon-like orb and stuck it to the doorway.

,, That should do, now, come.” she grabbed his hand again and led the man to the desired doors. ,, Let´s get clean.” 

Maria opened the door and revealed a locker room. 

,, This is the man's locker room, which is the only one that is unlocked as the lock is broken. Like 5 years already. The showers are to the left, right there.” she pointed at the shower entrance. 

,, Neat, I can´t wait to get this off.”  said Brim happily and stepped inside while taking his shirt off.

He took the soap from Maria and took off the rest of his clothes. Maria of course peaked as, well, why wouldn´t she? She had taken her clothes off too and waited for a bit. The sound of running water could be heard and after some time, the humidity could be felt in the air. Then she called into the shower room:,, I hope you don´t mind me joining, if you do, turn your back to the entrance!”

No response, so she entered the showers, and boy oh boy. He looked at her as if she was to murder him.

,, Don´t be a sissy. You must have seen many women throughout the years, I´m no different from them plus, get used to it, 'cause tonight I have one more thing to show you.” she said with zero care in her voice.

Brim just slowly turned his head and continued to face the wall and wash his hair. Maria did the same, the scent of flowers and men's body wash filled the showers and steam began to rise from her body. 

,, How can you even stand that temperature?” she heard from behind her.

,, What do you mean? It´s perfect.” she brushed him off as she continued to wash her feet.

,, Uh, no? That´s some boiling water you are pouring onto yourself, that´s everything but perfect.” laughed Brim.

,, Okay, like you know what warm water is. Yours would give the Arctic Ocean a run for its money.” replied Maria.

,, Oh yeah?” said Brim with a cheeky tone.

Then some cold water landed on Marias back and she stiffened.

,, Yours on the other hand has hanky-pankys with global warming.” laughed Brim even harder.

Maria turned and threw a soaked sponge on him, hitting her target, his face.

,, Ew, where did you get that? Smells weird.” grimaced Brim and started washing the impact spot.

,, I don´t know, it was just lying here. “ she smirked at him, turned her back, and continued to wash her body.

Brim squinted his eyes at her and thought of a way to take revenge while he was getting some gunk out of his beard. Then an idea struck him. Quickly, he turned around and zoomed behind Maria and grabbed her around her waist, dragging her through her protests under his shower.

,, No no no! Let me go! I´m gonna freeze, holy shit!” she squealed, trying to get out of his grip.

Brim only laughed and focused on holding her slippery body in place. Maria managed to turn the water off and turned to face him, splatting his face with some foam. He still held her.

,, Okay, you Spaßfogel, let me show you something, we still have a lot of time.” she laughed and tried to get out of his grip. 

But Brim looked at her quietly, the foam slowly making its way through his wrinkles down to his beard. 

,, What?” asked Maria with a raised eyebrow, still amused. 

,, You´re nicer than you think you are.” he said gently, smiling a little.

Maria got quiet and looked to the side, so she didn´t have to see his face. 

,, C´mon, let´s go.” she said and let herself out of his hands.

Brim quietly followed. Then it all started making sense to him. They arrived in a huge hall with 3 swimming pools. Small lights flickered in and outside the pools. There were many decorative plants that had small lightbulbs hanging from them, illuminating the otherwise dark room.

,, They don´t turn these off for some reason.” said Maria calmly. ,, We can swim for a while. I know that one should not exercise at night, but I think we can make an exception.” she looked at him with hopeful eyes.

Brim just nodded with a slight smile and went to the first swimming pool. She just watched him and entered the other pool by herself.

They swam for quite a while, but the trap did not trigger yet, so she knew there was still time. Half an hour went by and they still did not speak. She started to worry that she had done something, but she didn´t want to get into his head. It gave her some comfort that she had no idea what he was thinking. She felt normal that way. By then she had exited the swimming pool and sat in the warm water of the waist-high pool. Normally, there would be pressured water sprouting out of the holes she sat on, but now it was calm as there was no one that would control it. The light bulbs hung over her head together with the greenery, creating a magical atmosphere that she would not expect in such a place. As she put her arms down into the water, she accidentally brushed over her scarred stomach. She would have forgotten about it if she didn´t see it in the mirror sometimes or did not brush her clothes over it when she was getting dressed. It was funny how her job left a bigger physical scar than the biggest pain of her life that left no scars and never seemed to heal. Her hand slowly glided over the scared skin, somewhat finding peace in it.

,, It healed pretty well.” sounded from behind her.

She turned her head to see Brimstone sitting on the floor behind her.

,, Yeah, but sometimes I can still feel the brocks under my skin.” replied Maria with a peal of slight laughter.

,, First missions are usually rough, but you took it to the next level by taking a shotgun to the stomach.” said Brim. ,, Can I join you?”

,, Sure, I don´t see why not.” she gave him a small smile and looked into the distance on the dark wall.

Brim carefully sat down next to her.

,, How long has it been? “ he thought out loud.

,, Almost two and a half years.” said Maria confidently.

,, Time flies.” he said quietly.

,, Yeah.” replied Maria softly, still staring into the distance. ,, And still, at my age, I have to do stuff like this.” she giggled.

,, At least you stay in shape.” laughed Brim back.

Then they got quiet again. Maria relaxed and looked around more. She noticed how the water got calm, the light bulbs reflected perfectly on the surface. Lights in the pool were dim enough to not light the water at all, but also enough to be visible. The dark blues of the pool mixed with the azure. She could hear occasional droplets of water on the roof as it might have been starting to rain. 

,, Maria? ” Brim broke the silence.

,, Yes? ” she turned to him.

,, Did I step over the line when I held you? I have to know because, well, it´s all a bit awkward as we are naked and..” he said dimly, not even finishing the sentence before going quiet.

She thought for a bit. Maria had never seen him so soft. He always performed as a boots-on-the-ground leader. A firm hand and serious face. The one who knows what he wants. Now he seemed like an inexperienced teenager, who had done something and felt so guilty that it seeped from his skin.

,, Of course not.” she said gently. ,, I´m not the type to make a fuss.” she smiled at him.

He smiles back and gets a little closer. Maria just rolls her eyes in her head. She knew by now, but maybe she´d just let him bathe in it a bit more.

,, Is someone there?!” sounded a call from the showers.

They both turned at each other with terror in their eyes.

,, What?! What is he doing here?” whispered Brim loudly.

,, I think I forgot to put my little trap on the locker entrance, he must have come from the other side.” she bit her nail.

,, What do we do now? I don´t want to be caught naked.” said Brim, unnerved.

,, Quick, let's go over to that corner, it's darker there, just dive underwater and if you can, hold me there, I will make him go away.” she said and began to swim to the corner.

,, Alright.” Brim nodded and joined her. ,, How long?” 

,, Give me 20 seconds.” she said and dived, followed by Brim.

Under the water, he gently pulled her closer to him so she wouldn´t rise up. Maria concentrated, her hair emitted a faint shimmer, glowy foam forming around her eyes and fingertips. A bunch of small butterflies that had a purplish shimmer to them started to form from the substance and at once, they flew out of the water, targeting the night guard who was enveloped in them now. Her hair shimmered even more, body twitched from oxygen deprivation. It was more than 20 seconds, but the guard was still present.

,, What the fuck? What is this? What? Wh..” Lenny tried to shoo the bugs away, but then his body went limp and fell to the ground.

Together with his body hitting the ground, both of them surfaced. Maria coughed out water as she had inhaled some when she was focusing.

,, You good? “ asked Brim, gently hitting her back. 

,, Yeah yeah, it took a bit longer. Thanks, Liam.  Hell..” she cursed and looked over to the limp body.

,, He´s not dead, is he? “ asked Brim. 

,, Nope, I just made him really sleepy, but this won't last long so, we should get out. He won´t remember any magic butterflies or something.”

,, Alright, let´s get out of here then.” nodded Brimstone and got out of the water first, offering Maria a hand.

Arriving at the locker room, they were both surprised that their clothes were still in their place. 

,, Hey, we forgot to wash them.” stated Brimstone.

Maria took a whiff of the clothes.

,, It isn´t that bad, it could be worse. C´mon, we don´t have time.” she grinned and began to dress up.

She chose simple, but quite colorful clothing. A salmon pink undershirt that seemed a bit too loose for her and pastel yellow loins that on the other hand were a bit too skinny.

,, I think the sweater is a bit too tight.” said Brim.

Maria turned at him and stood still as she observed him. He had taken dark green outdoor pants that seemed to fit, but the turtleneck he had chosen was maybe a little bit too tight. It perfectly traced his body, every muscle.

,, I think it fits you well.” she winked at him.

He looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

,, Alright, let´s go before that bozo wakes up.” she gestured to him.

They had exited the building from the way they came in. Jogging as they got through the hole in the fence so they wouldn´t get caught bare-handed. 

,, That was something.” exhaled Brimstone.

,, Yeap, one gets hungry after such action. Wanna grab something? On me.” poked Maria her finger in his chest.

,, I don´t know, it is quite late, I don´t think anything will be open by now.” he thought out loud.

,, I know just the place.” she smirked. ,, Follow me.” 

,, Alright, lead me then.” he smiled and took Maria by the hand.

She just went with it and walked down the filthy streets. Brimstone was extremely tense when seeing the creatures someone once called human.

,, Don´t worry, most of them are harmless. They are poor an excuse for a human.” said Maria in a serious tone.

,, Still, you never know.” he looked around.

There were a lot of people just standing around, laying on the ground, whores inviting cars that were oh so rare.

,, It´s not gonna take long, besides, if someone had ill intentions, you would notice, they are not really good at hiding it. And you´re with me.” said Maria proudly.

,, Now you sound funny.” said Brim.

,, I mean it, look.” whispered Maria and her hair began to shimmer.

Many small butterflies once again sprouted from her eyes and fingertips. Brimstone felt a funny tickling feeling when the butterflies made their way through the grip of his hand. The moment the people noticed that she could do this, the street was empty.

,, Monster!” 

,, Screw off!”

,, Get out!” 

,, Shut up! I don´t want to get hurt!”

,, Hide! ”

There were many reactions.

,, They are not really tolerant.” he looked around at the scampering figures.

,, Nope, they are scared. Ever since The First Light, streets have become more dangerous. Random power outbursts from inexperienced radiants kept happening, sometimes killing. They have learned to get out of the way. “ she explained.

,, What if there is a radiant among them?” asked Brimstone.

,, Like you don´t know. Kingdom is getting rid of them. I worked in this field. If you have an addiction or some mental/health problem as a radiant, posing a threat to normal people, we did not try to save them. We got rid of them.” she said quietly. 

Brimstone did not respond.

,, Seems like you´ve really worked in a different field.” she stated. ,, Look, we are here!” Maria lit up. ,, I hope you don´t mind Chinese food.” 

,, I´m not gonna say no to noodles.” relaxed Brimstone.

They both got their food to go and sat down on a small ledge close to the restaurant. While eating, Brim watched his surroundings as if nervosity still crept on him.

,, Calm down, Liam.” she nudged him with her elbow. 

,, Nah, it´s just.. Do you really want to know the reason why I came today?” he asked.

Maria turned to face him.

,, I.. Well.. The HQ is becoming more and more crowded. The new lot coming in, all the extra administrative work with it, and the constant bickering of others over small stuff are just starting to get over my head sometimes. And then there is you. No matter if it's small talk or professional matter, you never fail to make me feel a bit more at ease in all that chaos. Damn even when I just catch a glimpse of you, my day is suddenly better. And since you took a month off, I couldn´t. You know, I couldn´t just go a month without the ease. Without.. Well.. You.. I just wanted to tell you that I-.”

She just put a finger over his lips and shushed him, putting her food aside to hold his face in her hands. Then she closed the distance for their foreheads to connect. He sighed with a chuckle, closing his eyes while mimicking her movement and cupping her face. 

,, Guess what,” she whispered, amused. ,, I know.”

[skylarmoon71]

Harrison Wells (Flash) - Oneshot

Harry has always been a bit of a distant person. Even though Team Flash was his family, there were still parts of his life that he kept from all of you. In a way you understood that. What happened with Jesse was an eye opener. You understood why he was always protective and guarded. 

That was years ago. 

Despite the progress made, you still felt like he was keeping something. It started a couple weeks ago after his trip back to earth 2. He returned much like he always did. Telling stories of Jesse and her team of heroes. Then of the new inventions he supervised when he had the time. He’d have his little arguments with Cisco and bicker about tech. But then on certain days, he wouldn't show up to the lab. He’d come back agitated and anxious. 

Tonight was the night. You were going to get the bottom of it. 

You’d snuck off to one of the empty rooms and decided to stake out Harry. Everyone pretty much left, and you knew if he saw you hanging around he would make some excuse as to why he wanted to be alone. 

It was already after nine. Peeking your head out, you ventured towards his quarters. 

“Don’t be suspicious, don’t be suspicious.” 

You smiled at the thought, and when you broke the corner, you noticed his door was ajar. Tilting your head, you moved closer. The soft groans from the other side confused you. 

“Harry? Are you okay?” 

You pushed the door open, and you were stunned at the scene of a shirtless Harry. His hands were braced on the desk, and he was sweating. His glasses were gone and he appeared to sniff the air, turning around so quickly you were surprised he didn’t get whiplash.  

“(Y/N)..” 

Was it just you or did he growl?

“You have to leave.” His voice was strained and he looked angry. Now you are very concerned. You stepped inside, closing the door as you glared. 

“I’m not leaving here until you tell me what’s going on. Start talking.” Your voice was firm. 

You felt a bit proud for standing your ground. At least you would have been. You blink, and it all seems unreal. Harry is by your side in a matter of seconds. Before you even have a chance to voice your surprise, your hands are slammed to the door. They are pinned. 

“H-Harry!” 

You aren’t sure what to do, because he’s strong. Unnaturally strong. He releases another growl and you swallow. You push your hips to try and get free of him, but nothing is working. His hips move forward, and now you’re completely bound. You whimper, more so when his tongue darts out and he licks your neck. The next thing you feel is his teeth piercing your skin and you cry out. Blood drips from the fangs that have penetrated you, and Harry guzzles the liquid. He gulps twice, and when he finally pulls back, you slide down the door, hand moving to your neck in shock. 

His eyes are dark. You can hardly see his irises. When they do become visible, you can see the hungry expression of his gaze change to confusion, then guilt and worry. He staggers back. 

“(Y/N)...” 

There’s fear in his tone, and you frown. What he expects is for you to run off in terror. What he gets is a completely different reaction. 

“SIT DOWN AND TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU ACTUALLY BIT ME!! YOU BETTER HOPE IT DOESN’T LEAVE A MARK!!” 

Harry winces. 

Maybe he would have preferred you running off in fear.

~~~

“You were bitten by a vampire bat and you didn’t think to tell us?!” 

Harry frowns, watching the piece of gauze taped to your neck. 

“I had it under control. I was reckless on my last mission. I wasn’t the only one infected. I’ve managed to cure all the other explorers, but it seems my illness progressed further than I realized. It’s taken me longer to produce the antidote for my mutation. “ 

“Of course it is!! Damn it my neck hurts!!” 

Harry’s head lowers. 

“I’m..sorry. I really am. I thought that I had it controlled. The injections work for a few weeks but they are only temporary. That’s why I’ve been keeping a distance during three week intervals. “ 

His crestfallen expression makes you feel guilty. This isn’t really his fault. It’s obvious that when it happened he tried to heal everyone first. That’s just the kind of person he is. He’d put himself in harm’s way for others. 

You sigh.

“It’s fine. I’m sorry for yelling. I was just so mad. This whole time I’ve been so worried. It’s aggravating that after all this time you still don’t trust us. If you have a problem you can lean on us. We’re your family Harry.” 

He knows that, of course he does. It’s just second nature for him to retreat and solve the problem on his own. Some habits were hard to break.

“I’m going to come clean. I’ll tell Ramon and the others everything in the morning.” 

You smile.

“Thank you.” 

Now that you’ve settled that situation, you need to get back to the task at hand. It’s not just your imagination, his face looks a bit pale. 

“Harry.” 

He knows that tone. 

“I’m fine. I just got careless. I miscalculated the dosage. I was trying to make more of the temporary sedative.” Your eyes shift to the table. There’s a few liquids and a mixer. 

“You were working on it, that’s why you were down here?”

He nods, and you can see the small droplets of sweat gathering on his forehead. His chest is still exposed. 

“I’m missing an ingredient and I..I don’t think I’m strong enough to get it.” He admits. 

“Does my blood help?” 

His fists tightened in his lap and you can see the way he turns his head. It looks like he’s taking a deep breath, when he exhales, it’s shaky. 

“Don’t..say that to me.” 

This is a serious situation. It’s not like you have a lot of options. He’s hurting, possibly dying and without this ingredient who knows what will happen. 

“Tell me how I can help you. I’m not going to sit here and watch you in pain. So either you tell me or I’ll take matters into my own hands.” You place your hand on the bandage and he rushes over. You jolt when he grabs your hands from your sitting position. You’ve noticed that this has come with its own little kicks. Because he’s faster and stronger than before. 

“Okay..okay.” He sounds breathless, and he guides you back to the couch. You both take a seat, and you wait expectantly. His cheeks are flushed. 

“My..my urges are stronger. Contrary to popular belief I don’t need all of your blood. I don’t even need a quarter of it. Half a glass is enough to stop the thirst for months. I’ve been running the numbers. I wanted to be safe in the event that I did lose control.” 

That does sound like him. 

“If it’s not fatal then it’s fine. I’ll just give you some blood and when you’re up to full strength you can make the antidote. Easy as pie.” 

He shakes his head. 

“Not easy as pie. Haven’t you noticed that I already took some of your blood. I should have been satiated already.”

He’s right.

“Then why didn’t it work?”

He looks a bit unsure of the right words to use.

“Because…it’s physical as much as it is chemical. The last time it got this bad I had a blood bag. But I needed another outlet otherwise it wouldn’t work.” 

You’re lost. 

“Then just spit it out, what do I have to do?”

He swallows. 

“I need you to help me..” He pauses. 

“Release.” 

Your brows knit. 

“Release. Release what?” 

His eyes move to you, and somehow you can read the answer to that question. 

Your cheeks burn.

“O-Oh!” 

That’s what he meant.

His head lowers in embarrassment. 

“I understand that this is asking a lot. It’s why I’ve been trying to solve this alone. You have no idea how humiliating this is.” He runs his hands through his hair. 

You get it. Harry is a naturally proud person. But this was next level. Of course he would run into a hole. 

“So the last time, did you get yourself off?” 

His head lifts and he looks at you shocked. 

“I-Is that really the question you’re asking right now!”  

You can’t help it, you’re curious. You reach for the bandage, and he’s about to protest, but the second it’s off, it’s like he’s lost all will to complain. He leans back against the couch, and you can’t help but appreciate how breathtaking he looks. Exposed and vulnerable. This is a man who always has it together. The sight before you is probably never going to occur again in this life. 

It would be a lie to say you aren’t a bit excited. It’s a bit of a secret, but you do have feelings for this man. Despite his standoffish attitude, he’s a good person. Even when he tries to hide it. 

“Tell me how to help.” It’s a whisper, and Harry bites down on his lip. He’s too weak to fight you any longer. Both verbally and physically. 

“Climb on top of me.” 

The statement brings a new kind of excitement. You nod, moving over to straddle his hips. His breathing is still a bit staggered as he drinks in the sight of you. You lower your hips, looking down at him. 

“Is this okay?” 

He nods. 

“It’s perfect.” His hands move to your hips as he leans forward, and you squeak when you feel something hard poking you between your thighs. Harry lets out a hiss, hands moving up your back. You nearly lose yourself when his lips move to your neck, inhaling deeply. 

“Can I take off your shirt?” 

He asks softly against your ear. You agree with a huff, and his hands slide along the edge, pulling it slowly over your head. It drops at the side, and he pulls back to admire. You feel a bit self conscious under his gaze. You refuse to look directly at him. But he guides your gaze and when those eyes meet your own, any insecurity jumps right out the window. 

“I need.to drink..” 

You almost forgot the whole point of this. 

“Y-Yes of course.” 

You try to remain completely still when his thumb brushes the bruise he’d left behind. There’s clearly hesitance. You can feel it in his touch, see it in his eyes. 

“Nothing is going to happen to me.” You reassure him. Harry would forever be stubborn. You smile, running your hand down his neck when he finally leans in. His tongue touches your skin, and when those fangs meet, this time you’re prepared. A little sound still leaves your lips. You can hear him drinking, and it’s strangely arousing. Your legs are shaking and he pulls away after a few seconds, licking the excess blood both along your skin and on his lips. His eyes hold what you can describe as raw desire. You can still feel him between your legs. Harry grips your thighs, and you moan when he pulls you closer. The friction is too good. 

“Grind on me.” 

It sounds like an order. 

One you’re happy to oblige to. You hold unto him, and your bare chest touching is better than any fantasy you could have conjured. You press your hips down, rocking to a steady rhythm. Every time his member touches your core, you think you’ll explode right there. Harry is barely keeping it together himself. He holds you to him, determined to reach the release you’re both craving. His deep moans are ringing in your ear, and you can’t seem to stop your own. You want to be free of your clothes. You want to feel more. When he sees you reaching for the button of your pants, he grabs your hand. 

“I-I can’t..” 

He sounds like he’s holding himself back. You manage a desperate sob. You need more. You’re so close. 

He reaches for you, pulling you in for a kiss, and that seems to be the weight that breaks the dam. Your tongues are colliding desperately, and he’s still thrusting against you even after you’ve reached your limit. His own follows, and he pulls back with a groan. You’re both panting, struggling to catch your breath. You’re still gathering yourself, but you can see the color begin to return to his face. He’s beginning to look like himself and you laugh, slumping against his body.

“Vampires rule.” You mutter. 

Harry lets out a soft laugh of his own. 

[boba-beom]

HELLOOOOO!! i have returned ٩(^▿^)۶ i finally finished my last exam!! i think i did pretty well :)

how are you doing though? how's everything going?

aww that's so nice omg!! i'm glad you had such a good first experience <33 that means that you'll be able to enjoy yoga itself and the following classes more😊

i've never tried yoga, but funnily enough i'm one of the few people that like high intensity workouts. though i haven't been able to work out in a year due to this very bad sprain in my ankle :/

omg me too! i wanted a beomhyu artist of the month so bad. or even a mix and match with yeonjun would be good. but OMG I'VE REPLAYED THAT VID SO MUCH, THE WAY HE WAS DANCING, THE GROOVE, THE FLUIDITY LIKE WOOOW. rollercoaster is probably my all time fav b-side. i mean all of their b-sides are so good, but i somehow always make my way back to that one the most🥺 the song, the lyrics, the dance. wow.

omg yayy!! （*＾ワ＾*）i highly agree, i think when you pair books with music, it's like a match made in heaven. i also like to make playlists when writing, because they help me get into "the zone" yk haha. but omg of course, i feel like due to how fast things are moving nowadays, you might feel like you need to move just as fast or publish as many fics/oneshots/drabbles as you can and as fast as you can, but it doesn't have to be like that. just take your time <3

hi lovely!! i’m glad to hear your exam went well <3 let’s hope the flight home will be good too!!

i’m doing okay— i’m sure you would love to hear this update since it’s lowkey connected to I Like U, but the island guy is coming across because he has two interviews here and we messaged each other a couple of days ago… the rest will be for future I Like U chapters lmao but idk, i feel like there’s still a little something there even though there shouldn’t 😔

take your time with trying out new things! don’t worry because you will always have a chance to try them when you have the time for it!!

omg imagine a mix and match with beomjun?!?! i would love that bc it’s literally my bias and one of my bias wreckers 😩 so i would love to see that!!

oh yeah, definitely music creates a big impact whether it be reading with it or writing with it in the background. it just sets the atmosphere nicely! and thank you! i do have something set for beomgyu already, and i also gonna write up another 80s inspired song for him before the end of the month until i eventually do it for random members instead of waiting for whoever’s bday is next 😅 as the results from the poll displays so far.

but as always, thank you for your kind words hunny <3 and i’m proud of you for finishing your exams!

[writing-nebula]

Update! (Also, sneak peek at the chapter!)

H I I'M NOT DEAD, HERE'S THAT UPDATE I PROMISED

Admittedly, most of this is going to be copied from AO3, with a few wording changes, as I summed myself up pretty well there, s o if you don't happen to follow Aura on AO3-

"I'll let you know if I think a chapter will take 6+ months" 9 months (10 months now, near 11 w h o o p s), no chapter, and no update later:

All I can really say at this point is sorry about the lack of update- I got a job, started writing a few other stories, some oneshots you may have seen me post if you've looked at my AO3, and just generally been Too Busy to work on Aura, even if I hadn't been having major writing block issues for it specifically

I'm making this update to assure you guys that this story hasn't been abandoned, that I'm not dropping it- I am still working on it! It's just going a lot slower than I would've liked, and I'm not sure if there's much I can do about that at this point in time.

That being said, I'm making this update now because I have actually made great progress on the next chapter! It's certainly not done, but the block seems to have mostly lifted for now, and I know exactly what I want to write for the rest of the chapter.

A n d, so I don't just leave you hanging here, I d o have a few scenes I'll be posting alongside this- both to assure you I am working on it, and to apologize for taking so long lol. I'm doing my best with it, I promise you!

That's all I have to say, I think- thank you all so much for your patience, and I hope to have something more out for you soon!! Alrighty- with that being said, I have a few scenes to add here, also copied from my update on AO3, so if you read there nothing has changed! But for those who might only follow Aura via Tumblr, here are a few preview scenes for the upcoming chapter, under the cut! I'm really excited to show the whole thing to y'all when it's done :D

"That was, uh, Mark and Amy, probably- I had a dizzy spell a few minutes ago, they both freaked out when I hit the floor."

"Oh," that would explain the suddenness of it- "then- That means there's someone new?"

Now excited- and feeling less shaky- Anti pushed himself to his feet, smiling when the human joined him and trying to peer past him again. "Who is it? A fan ego? I know there are a couple out there you like-"

He cut himself off when he registered the confusion drifting out from the living room, and from Jack himself.

"...What is it?"

"...See, we don't know who or what appeared," Jack told him with a frown. "Nothing changed, and we can't find sign of anybody..."

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When he entered his room, the feeling increased tenfold, which should be impossible, Marvin put spells up to prevent him from feeling their emotions so strongly up here- ...Which meant he was right.

There's someone in here.

Anti took a deep breath, trying to push away the fear and apprehension that kept squeezing, tightening like a vice around his chest- it's not me, it's not mine-

He took another deep breath, letting it out slow.

He shut the door behind him.

"...I know you're there," he started quietly, not wanting anyone outside the room to hear him. "I don't know why you're hiding from everyone, but... I'm not going to tell them." He paused, shoulders slumping in relief as the fear eased up somewhat.

"I won't tell them you're here, but you can't just hide in my room forever, okay? Not without at least calming down. I can... Feel you, and it's a lot."

Still no response, but as he sighed, going to his little desk and sitting down to use his laptop, he felt the fear in the air receding further- to be replaced by a gentle spark of curiosity.

He smiled, just to himself, and put on Jack's Resident Evil playlist. I'll give him some time to adjust. It's not like I can blame him for being nervous... 

When he felt a presence watching over his shoulder, he chose not to comment aloud, and he was very proud of himself for not immediately turning to look- though he honestly doubted he'd see anything anyway. 

...I just wish I knew who the hell 'he' is.

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Anti was honestly used to the feeling of someone watching over his shoulder, at this point. Three days and this mysterious, silent, invisible ego still hadn't shown himself, though Anti was very sure he was still there.

Besides the watching whenever he was using his laptop, he could still feel him- nervousness, curiosity, faint stabs of irritation. It felt like a million things at once and were way stronger than one person's emotions could feel, but it had only ever seemed like one person, so he just dealt with it.

Today it was Golf With Friends, rather than the usual horror game- he mostly had it up for distraction, because despite Marvin's charms on the room, he could still feel Jack and Mark's excitement from the recording room, though thankfully he was too far away to physically hear them.

...With how focused he was, trying to ignore the emotion feelings, he wasn't really paying attention to his 'roommate'.

But he still noticed the instant that presence solidified, became something real-

And Anti found himself holding his breath as the semi-annoying phantom sensation became the very very real feeling of somebody actively leaning over him.

it's a hell of a time to stop being shy why the fuck-

"...What are you watching this time?"

Anti's racing thoughts screeched to a halt, and he exhaled sharply, keeping his gaze fixed on the laptop screen.

He felt frozen, fixed in place- and it wasn't because the guy finally spoke, the question startled him, sure, but it was reasonable enough, he probably couldn't see the screen very well.

No, the problem wasn't the question- it was the voice.

Calm, but deep enough for a faint rumble in his chest. Smooth, but not soothing- more cold. 

The faintest of echoes ringing in his ears, two voices just below the first- similar, but different.

...I know that voice.

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(Please note that these are still from a newer draft, and wording or more may change between these and the final chapter!)

[ninjaslegos]

reader suffers a near death experience on a mission oneshot??

You guys LOVE my tragic writing, huh? That's okay, I'm willing to provide lol. I hope you enjoy it!

Seeing Ghosts

Where you get a glimpse of the departed realm; a familiar face helps you escape.

"JAY!!" You screamed, using the whole weight of your body to push your best friend to the side. Just in time too, as the spear shot through your left shoulder, exit just under the right side of your rib cage, and jammed into the ground, keeping you in place there.

Nya could be heard screaming in horror as she witnessed what happened between the two of you, and had Wu help her take you out from the battle.

"Don't move them too much, it could cause the spear to break and splinter inside them, and then they can't be saved." Zane comes over to help, after the other ninja take on his share of the battling so he could provide medical assistance. "It appears to have pierced their lung, so keep them on their side to prevent choking." He dials 911 to prepare a bed for you as he helps you onto The Bounty, which Wu would use to bring you to the hospital.

That was the last thing you heard, before your vision went blurry, and your hearing became muffled. There was nothing left to do; everything stung too much, and you could barely breathe. You shut your eyes.

"Why are you here?" Came a strange voice from above you in an annoyed tone. You open your eyes, blinking a few times and then looking around at your grey environment. "Can you hear me?"

You forgot the voice was there for a moment. "Uh, yeah. Where am I? There's no place in Ninjago as...dreary as this."

"You're not in Ninjago, that's why I was asking." You couldn't tell where the voice was coming from.

"Okay, where are you?" It's quiet, before you hear footsteps from behind you. You turn around to look, and notice a boy your age emerge from the trees. He's the only thing with color, even if it's just a small green streak in his hair. it matches yours, and is even on the same side, just a different color. "You...you're the boy from the museum. Who are you, really?"

He thinks about it for a second, "I'm the one who gave you your power."

"So...you're my dad?" You ask, touching the light purple streak in your own hair.

"What? No, I never married or had kids." He huffs, "why are you asking me questions, you're the one where you don't belong. This is the departed realm, where all dead people go, but you're not supposed to be dead yet."

So that's why you haven't taken a single breath yet; that's why you felt eerily cold, and neither hungry nor thirsty. Once you realized, you tried to breath, but it was like no air was around you, and your diaphragm couldn't move properly. You began panicking as you fell to your knees and tried to breathe. What was even the last thing that happened to you in Ninjago? You check the shoulder that was pierced, and sure enough there was a scar there.

The boy in front of you, who seemed so annoyed by you at first, actually approached you and put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "It's okay, I was surprised at first, but you get used to it." He then makes a nervous face, "except you probably shouldn't try to get used to it."

"Well - well how am I supposed to get back? My friends, they're all going to miss me..." You bit your lip and fidgeted with your hands.

"I don't know how to get you back, just that you're not supposed to be here. Everything dead here is void of color, but you, you're as vibrant as the sunset." It was true, you had a nice pink and purple color pallet, which you thought was strange for a wind ninja, but green was already taken, and there wasn't a need for third blue, 'sky blue', ninja. "I've been here for less than two years, and I haven't explored the whole place yet."

You sigh, but then give him a determined look. "Well, we'll find a way, together."

He nods, "it's not like I have anything better to do." He looks around with a worried face, "but we better cover you up, you stand out like a sneeze in a theater."

You snort; what a funny saying. "Okay," you try to pretend you weren't laughing, and you cover yourself in mud from the swamps. It blocked out most of the color, except for your hair streak. You summon your wind dragon, which is a sunset color to match your gi. You cover them up with mud as well, and even though they dislike the texture, they understand the reason for it. "Come on, ghost boy, summon your elemental dragon too.

He chews on the inside of his cheek, "actually, since you have my power now, I can't summon my dragon anymore." He sounds nervous, like he was lying, but whatever, you could give him a ride.

"Okay, you can get on, then." You pat the seat behind you, and instruct him to hold on tightly. You take to the skies and fly aimlessly around for a while, only going to places your ghostly companion hasn't been to.

You're exhausted, but looking at the clean patch you left on your hand gave you hope. It still had color. "Hey, maybe we should take a rest. Your dragon can't even stay in the air as high as it was earlier."

"But we're close to something, I can feel it." You insist. "I think it's in that cave down there." Your dragon swoops down and lands at the entrance, huffing before disappearing again.

"Are you sure?" He looks around, then shrugs, "whatever, at least if there's nothing there we can use it as shelter for the night, and you can get some rest."

You nod, and together, you head inside. It's fairly well-lit, despite there not being a visible source of light, and it's longer and seemingly bigger on the inside than it is on the outside. "Is this normal departed realm stuff?" You ask, and he shakes his head.

"Nothing like this happens here. You're right, there must be something here." He touches the walls, which leaves a green hand print behind.

"Ooh!" Excited, you touch the spot next to his and yours is a light purple color.

He seems to compare the colors, and his face falls into one of regret. He doesn't seem to want to talk about it, as he doesn't look to you for any sort of comfort, and actually tries to mask it by straightening his lips and steeling his gaze. What happened to him?

"I know you're curious. Just please, don't ask." He says suddenly. "Everyone messes up sometimes; I'm just glad to see you're taking a different path than me." He tries to smile at you, and you nod seriously.

You grab his hand. "Can I at least know your name?"

He stares into your eyes with a softness you haven't seen from anybody before. "My name...Morro. I'm Morro."

You grin. "I don't believe I gave you my name, Morro. I'm (Y/N)."

"It's a nice name." He chuckles, then pulls you down along the path. You tell him about the world you live in, unknowing that he's already seen it recently, but he doesn't want to ruin the excitement in your eyes as you explain to him what you order at your favorite cafe.

"Woah." You stop talking to awe at the root in front of you. It sprouts from the ceiling, and looks like an upside down tree without its leaves. On it are only a handful of fruits that look like large raisins, about the size of a tangerine. "What are those?"

He shrugs. "We don't need to eat, so food doesn't grow here. I wouldn't touch it if I were you. What if it kills you permanently, or something worse?"

You don't listen to his warnings, and pluck one of the fruits off the branches. "...I have to, Morro. If I don't, I'll be stuck here anyway." You stare into eyes with a look of both fear and stubbornness. You were right; he realized, if you didn't try it, you would just have to keep looking for a way out.

He sighs. "I know we've only known each other for a few hours, but...I'm glad to have met you, and to have seen who inherited my power. I'm also glad that it was you to have them. Good luck back in Ninjago, or whatever." He shrugs. "I've never been one for goodbyes."

You smile and hug him first. "Thank you, Morro. You're a pretty cool ghost." You bump his shoulder with your elbow and give him a cheeky grin, before calming down. You stared for a second or two, then bit the fruit. "Huh, I guess it didn't work." You frown through a mouthful of it, before swallowing. That was when the pain began; "Morro, I was wrong!" You scream, screwing your eyes shut as you hunch over painfully, "it hurts so bad, help me!"

Then, you could breathe. You launched yourself upwards, coughing and hacking. "Morro, it worked!" You yell, trying to pump your fists excitedly in the air, before the ache set in. "Oh, ouch." You gently lay back down against the bleached sheets and springy bed, looking around the hospital room. It smells like rubbing alcohol, and you're hooked up to all sorts of machines, a glass of water on a table beside your bed and the tv ahead playing shows with mute on.

Beside you was a nurse, wide eyed as she was trying to change out your IV bag. Her hand is over her mouth, and she's trembling. "You - you're awake! It's a miracle!" She shrieks, "hold on, there are people who've been waiting for this, I'll be right back." She shuffles out of the room, and you're left to your own devices.

Using your wind power to your advantage, you turn up the tv volume and open the window to air out the sterile smell. You cough a few times, and check on your wounds. Unlike in the departed realm, they weren't healed scars, they were still just stitches.

The door busts open, "(Y/N)!" Jay yells excitedly, rushing to your bedside and holding your hand, as he couldn't quite hug you without breaking stitches or pulling wires. "I've missed you so much, we all have, Nya and I have stayed by you whenever we could, are you really awake, am I dreaming?" He looks like he was crying. Well, he was crying right now, but his eyes were puffy like the sad kind of crying.

"Yeah, it's just a small wound, of course I'd be okay." You brush it off best you can, but everyone is silent and either shaking their heads or pursing their lips.

"(Y/N)...you almost died." Jay says, voice trembling. "You wouldn't move, you were barely breathing."

Zane steps closer, "your right lung was cut nearly in half; there was no way to save it, so a transplant had to be done. The anesthetics used were too strong and put you in coma for two months now. We weren't sure if you were going to wake up again, and had to prepare for such a case."

You looked down your hospital gown to inspect the large cut down your torso, and groaned. "I'm sorry for worrying everyone." You admit sheepishly. "I was trying to rescue Jay."

"(Y/N)." He makes you look at him by grabbing your cheeks. "I would've gladly taken your place if it meant I didn't have to spend two months worrying about if you were going to wake up, much less survive."

You smile at him, "well good thing you didn't; then Nya and I would've been the worried ones." You try to laugh, but then grunt in pain. "Okay, nothing funny for a while."

After at least an hour of celebrating with the ninja and having them congratulate your recovery, it's finally just you and Jay in the room. He insisted on staying just a little longer to get one on one best friend time with you. "Jay?"

"Yeah?"

"I was...somewhere when I was in that coma. It was a place called the departed realm, and everything was so grey and colorless. I was only there for a few hours, but I was out for two months, how does that work?"

He thought about it for a second. "Remember how I told you Zane was much older than the rest of us, like nearly a hundred years older?" You nod, "it's because time in some realms move faster or slower than ours. I don't know what you were doing in the departed realm if you weren't dead, but that's the reason why." He fidgets a little, "did you happen to see anyone while you were there?"

"Oh, yeah! It was the boy from the paintings. Morro was his name. He was nice to me, and said he was glad I was the next master of wind." You explain with a happy smile.

He sighs and grins back. "I'm glad, too." He stands up to leave, "you should get some rest. Feel better, (Y/N)."

"Thank you. I've missed everyone."

"We've missed you, too."

[linawritestwst]

Hello(◍•ᴗ•◍)❤ can I request enemies to lovers headcanons or oneshot/drabble with Lilia x FEM reader

Here's my idea : so reader is a general from another kingdom that is in war with briar valley and there they met Lilia on the battle field cuz yk Lilia used to be a general.

So now we have two routes:

Route 1: they developed feelings during the war and kept there relationship a secret, and after a peace treaty was signed they publicly announced their relationship.

Route 2: it has been years since the war happened,reader decides to attend nrc cuz she's bored or something and there she reunites and old friend or should I say foe ? It's an understatement to say that they're both shocked to see each other here and are quite confused on how to feel for one another, on one hand the war was many years ago none of them have any reason to keep hating each other, on the other hand though they've had many unpleasant, to say the least, encounters in the past which ended with each hating the other even more then they already do. So after about a month of contemplating they both decide to move on and get to know each other after a few months of befriending each other they both fell in love and the rest I'll leave to your glorious brain (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

Pick the route you like most I personally like route 2 but I wanted to leave you some options (◕ᴗ◕✿)

Also could you add jealous/yandere Lilia in there ? 🙏 I'd really appreciate it if you do but if you don't want to that's okay ☺️ so sorry if this too specificಥ‿ಥ

Thank you and have a great week ( ◜‿◝ )♡

lilia x reader who was a general fighting against briar valley (fem!reader)

I'M SO LATE I AM SORRY. i still hope that you like these headcanons though! also it was a bit hard to come up with them, you wrote so much, i didn't even know what to add here, haha. (but your ideas are soooo interesting!) i chose route 2 and i hope you don't mind me changing some details! also the reader character here is a fae, i thought it would be easier for me to write it that way. 

warnings: mentions of war, yandere themes, possible ooc, mentions of obsession, scars and some physical violence (mostly just mentions of you and lilia trying to kill each other in the past and you attacking lilia at some point).

♡ you still remember the war, even though it happened years, maybe even centuries ago. it was a tough one, that's for sure, mostly because of how strong and skilled your enemies were. one of them was especially interesting.. no, you can't call someone who was your enemy a word like that. let's say that he was especially dangerous. honestly, if it wasn't for the peace treaty, you wouldn't be surprised if briar valley won just because of that guy's strength and powers. you're not saying this because you're not confident in your skills or you think that your army was too weak, you're just stating a fact. but to your shock, after it ended, your worst enemy came to you and.. said that if you were given more time, you would totally win? and then he just walked away with that usual mysterious smile of his. well, whatever, you could never understand him and his thought process anyway. 

♡ that war happened a very, very long time ago. your kingdom is safe, you didn't have a war like that in many years and you deserved to finally take a break. however, you had no idea what to do, your whole life was just fighting and trying to protect your kingdom, what are you supposed to do now? hm, maybe you should just.. focus on your education for now? it feels so weird to say it right now, when younger fae can already call you a grandma. but hey, it's never too late to learn something new, right? 

♡ so, you started attending nrc, a school for the greatest magicians in twisted wonderland. you didn't find it that special, really, but it sure was fun to meet so many young students and hang out with them. you almost feel like you're a teenager again. maybe coming here wasn't a bad idea- wait, who's that? why do they look so familiar? it's almost like you've seen that person before.. oh, of course you did. you've literally fought against each other in a war before. but why is he here? isn't he a bit too old for this? though you know you're not the best person to say this  just what is lilia vanrouge himself doing here?

♡ lilia is just as surprised as you are, however, for some reason he seems very.. happy about it? it's like he's genuinely glad to see you again after all these years. you ask him about it and he just laughs, saying that what happened between you two was so long ago, you can read about it in the history textbooks, but now the world is completely different and it doesn't look like there even was a war. lilia even confesses that he always thought that if it wasn't for the war, you two would become great friends. he always wanted to get to know you more, but of course, he couldn't do it because of obvious reasons. but he did admire you and he still meant it, when he said that if you were given more time, you would totally win. 

♡ you want to say that you're surprised lilia is not as serious about it as you are.. but you're not. lilia has always been like this, even on the battlefield, he still had that playful smile and the war felt like a game to him. though that only managed to make him look more terrifying. of course, this guy doesn't think much of it anymore and he's even happy to see you. but to hear that he always admired you and wanted to learn more about you.. for some reason, your heart beats faster after you hear these words. no, you can't think of him like that. maybe lilia is still acting like his carefree self, but you remember just how much you had to go through because of him. and this was supposed to be just a nice and relaxing break for you..

♡ .. you hate to admit it, but for some unknown reason you actually enjoy the time you've been spending with lilia. you still have to stop yourself from punching him every time he says something dumb, but sometimes listening to him talk about random stuff makes all your worries go away. of course, you'd never tell him the truth, he would never shut up about it then. he already teases you way too much, you can't even tell when he's being serious or not.. wait, why do you even want him to be serious? come on, y/n, you know this man, he was your enemy but you know him better than you knew some of your friends. lilia vanrouge will just keep playing with your heart and emotions like that until you finally break. that's how he's always been, so don't you even think of getting attached to someone like him.

♡ you hate yourself for thinking about him all the time. just how can you betray your own kingdom like this? no, you don't care, if the war happened a long time ago, you still can't.. well, uh, you can't like someone who you had to fight in the past! he literally tried to kill you so many times, you can't fall in love with someone like him! he is not a "mysterious and attractive villain who you end up catching feelings for" and this is not an enemies to lovers novel. and even if you do admit your feelings for him, what's next? lilia definitely doesn't love you back, he just sees you as his toy, he expects you to fall right into his trap. and if someone finds out about your relationship.. no, you don't want to think about it.

♡ that's it, you just have to meet someone new. there are so many students you can talk to, why do you keep spending time with lilia anyway?.. wait, maybe you shouldn't think about answering this question. so, you start making more and more friends and you're not that scared of falling for lilia anymore. who knows, maybe you'll even forget about him soon! yes, that would be better for both of you. you start forming an especially close bond with a particular student and you see and talk to each other every day. he's mostly just a friend to you, but.. maybe there could be something more? you don't actually have any feelings for him, but if dating him will make lilia leave you alone..

♡ hm, for some reason that student started acting weird recently. he's ignoring you and whenever you try to talk to him, he runs away, almost like he's scared of you or something. but why would he even be scared of you? you thought you had a pretty good relationship, there even was a chance of it becoming more romantic. so why would he suddenly- ohh, you get it. you get it now. this student isn't scared of you, he's just scared of becoming closer with you. and he doesn't want to talk to you anymore because he knows that someone will be very angry if you two actually fall in love with each other. and you know so well who this person is. 

♡ why is he doing this? does he just want to make you suffer? you knew it, he never truly cared about you. just how could you be so naive? even though you literally fought in a war, deep inside you're still that innocent girl that you were before all of it happened. you find lilia and ask him what he did to that student. at first he looks surprised, but he quickly realizes that there's no point in playing dumb. you are a smart girl, after all, he always knew that. so, what happened between him and that student? oh, lilia just threatened him and said that if he even thinks of dating you, he will regret it greatly. you're sure that lilia said something a lot more scary to him, he probably just doesn't want to describe the details right now.

♡ you grab him by his throat, his short height really didn't help him that much. and for some reason he doesn't even try to resist. you just want to know why he did this. is he just a sadistic monster? or maybe that's his revenge for everything that happened during the war? you're fine with both of these answers, you just don't want him to.. you know, actually be in love with you. oh well, looks like it's time for lilia to tell you the truth. the thing is.. he actually wasn't that honest when you two first saw each other here. lilia was shocked to see you again and he wasn't that happy about it. yes, he does admire you, that's for sure, but he remembered everything you did to him back then. you weren't the only one who got hurt. he still has some scars left from that time you were surprisingly close to killing him. sure, lilia is pretty chill and relaxed most of the time, but he wasn't that glad to see you at first. hey, even though he's kinda weird and he knows it himself, he can hold a grudge too, you know.

♡ but now that you two didn't have to think about the war anymore, lilia remembered just how interesting he found you in the past. though he wouldn't call that interest "love" or anything like that, it was something much more.. twisted. like sure, he did want to know more about you and he thought you were a fascinating person, but he still would kill you if he had to. actually, he would love to kill you, he wanted to find out all of your weaknesses. but now, as he kept talking to you and becoming closer with you whether you wanted it or not.. that interest became something more pure and innocent. wow, he really did get a crush on his enemy from the past! haha, well, that's embarrassing.

♡ he apologizes for what he did to that student though you're not sure if he's being sincere, maybe he still has the same kind of interest in you that he had in the past. maybe his love for you still has elements of obsession. it's just.. it was painful for him to think about you choosing someone else over him. like hey, even after all these years, you two have finally met again! isn't it just fate basically telling you to finally admit your feelings for each other? maybe your love for each other is not that perfect, it's flawed, some people would even think of it as toxic or disgusting, but.. it sure does exist. maybe you two could work on it together? maybe you two have to finally start being honest with each other? what do you say, y/n? 

[imaginesandbandfiction]

Harry Styles — Merch Girl Part 3

I Just Wanna Taste It

Part 1 | Part 2 | Masterlist

Here’s the final part of my little Merch Girl trilogy! Wasn’t expecting this to be more than a oneshot but I fell in love with this dynamic haha. Hope you like it!

After the second Nashville show, the road crew packed everything up and everyone piled onto the tour buses to head to New York. You curled up in one of the bunks with your AirPods in, listening to a podcast to lull you to sleep.

You were awoken when the bus screeched to an abrupt stop and were almost thrown out of your bunk. Instinctively, you reached out a hand and grabbed onto the bunk above yours, holding you in place. You took out your AirPods and slid out, joining the rest of the crew in the aisle.

“What’s going on?” You asked Olivia, who was standing in front of you. She shrugged.

“Dunno, I was sleeping,” she said. Everyone started filing off the bus, and you found Jeff outside with his phone pressed to his ear. The other buses had pulled over, but nobody got off of them. Once Jeff hung up the phone, he turned to address everyone.

“Something’s wrong with the bus,” he explained. “We’re going to take a look but it might be a bit before we figure it out, so feel free to hop onto one of the others to hang out, or there’s a diner over there if you’re hungry.”

Just as you turned towards Olivia to ask her if she wanted to get food with you, Harry emerged from the bus in front of yours.

“Hey Merch Girl!” He yelled as soon as he saw you. “Buy me a milkshake?” He jerked his head towards the diner and you rolled your eyes but nod, walking over towards him.

“You should be buying me a milkshake,” you grumbled. “You’re the Grammy-winning artist. I’m just a merch girl.”

“Fine, I’ll buy the milkshakes. But we’re getting fries, too.”

You let him lead you into the diner, which was pretty empty for so late at night. There were a few truckers at the counter, and a few of the other crew members had trickled into some of the booths.

“Be right with ya!” The waitress called as you walked in. She had a pot of coffee in one hand and a plate of eggs in the other and her curly brown ponytail bounced as she jetted around the room, refilling everyone’s coffee mugs.

Harry led you to a corner booth, away from everyone else, and grabbed one of the menus that was sitting on the table. You already knew what you wanted, so you pulled out your phone while you waited for him to decide.

“How do you know what you want already?” He asked. You look up from your phone to see him peering at you over the menu. “There’s so many options!”

“Strawberry milkshake, and I’ll steal some of your fries,” you answered, looking back down at your phone.

“Who said I’m getting fries?”

“You did, like, two minutes ago.”

“Well maybe I changed my mind.”

“You didn’t.” Harry mumbled something under his breath and you smirked, knowing you were right.

“What can I get ya, darling?” The waitress asked as she approached your table. Her name tag read Amelia, and the name fit her perfectly.

“Can I get a strawberry milkshake, please?” You asked, tucking your phone back into the pocket of your sweatpants.

“Absolutely!” Amelia scribbled something down on her notepad, then turned to Harry with a bright smile. “And what about you, sugar?”

“A chocolate milkshake and an order of fries, please,” he said, his accent making him sound even more polite than his words did.

“Coming right up!” You bit your lip to hold in your laughter, looking at Harry out of the corner of your eye. He gave his head a small shake, trying to discourage you from gloating, but as soon as the waitress was out of earshot, you barked out a laugh.

“You’re so predictable,” you said through your chuckles. He glared at you in mock-annoyance.

“I like fries, okay?” He defended, crossing his arms across his chest. You rolled your eyes at him, knowing that he wasn’t really mad, and ignored the pout on his face.

“How long do you think it’ll take to get the bus fixed?”

“Do I look like I know anything about buses?”

“No, but I’m not trying to judge a book by it’s cover.” He snorted, knowing that you were lying. Judging people was one of your favorite hobbies.

The waitress came back with your milkshakes and fries, interrupting the conversation.

“Can I get you anything else?” She asked as she slid the tall glasses towards each of you. You both shook your heads and thanked her. “Well just holler if you need anything!”

You immediately took a sip of the milkshake, letting the cool sweetness sit on your tongue for a second before swallowing.

“I can’t believe you got strawberry,” Harry said, spitting out the last word as if it was poisonous.The way his nose wrinkled slightly was kind of cute, but he’d never let you live it down if you told him that.

“Take it back! I will not tolerate strawberry ice cream slander!” You gasped, clutching your milkshake to your chest.

“It’s objectively the worst ice cream flavor.”

“Says the man who’s most popular song starts with ‘tastes like strawberries.’” He threw a fry at you and it hit you in the face then dropped down into your milkshake.

“You know that song’s not actually about fruit, right?”

“Everyone knows that.” You put on a fake British accent and then said “It’s about the female orgasm.” You emphasized the last word, mocking his onstage confession, causing a blush to creep up out of the neck of his sweatshirt and onto his cheeks.

“Dunno why I said that…” Sensing how uncomfortable he was, you grabbed one of his fries and launched it back at him. It got stuck in the hood of the sweatshirt and you burst into a fit of giggles. His mood immediately brightened, and a smile broke out on his lips.

“Stop wasting all my fries!” He said, pretending to be mad, and pulled the fry out, chucking it back at you.

“You started it!” You whined, pointing to the fry in your milkshake. He reached across the table and plucked it out, popping it into his mouth.

“There’s no evidence of that.” You shook your head and sighed, resigned to the fact that he would never take the blame.

You and Harry sat in the diner, talking and laughing long after the fries went cold and the last dregs of your milkshakes melted into a sweet soup. Every so often, you caught Britney’s eyes squinting over at your table. You did your best to ignore it, but you couldn’t help but feel judged for your friendship with Harry. Her opinion definitely didn’t matter, but you thought that maybe she represented a larger portion of the crew that thought you got special treatment because of it. Shaking off that thought, you turned your attention back to Harry, who was talking about some dive bar he wanted to take you to in New York.

“Okay, but no more karaoke,” you told him, voice stern.

“We have to, Y/N, it’s our thing now,” he pleaded.

“We did it once. That doesn’t make it a thing.”

“It’s a thing if we want it to be.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but Jeff walked in and made his way over to your table.

“Looks like we need to take it in to get fixed,” he said, “so we’re just gonna have to squeeze in for tonight.” He gave you an apologetic look, but you smiled back, trying to reassure him that it was okay.

“That’s fine!” You said, more cheerful than was probably necessary. “Plenty of room on his bus.” You jutted your chin out to point over at Harry. Jeff nodded with a small chuckle.

“We’re leaving in twenty, see you out there.” He moved on to tell everyone else, and Harry turned back to you with a shit-eating grin.

“I win, it’s our thing, we’re doing karaoke,” he said as he pulled his wallet out.

“You didn’t win, Jeff interrupted our argument!” You retorted with a scoff. Harry pulled out a $100 bill and dropped it on your table and then slid out of his side of the booth, motioning for you to follow.

“I’m gonna go pee quick, but I’ll see you out there,” you said, waving him on. “I hate peeing on the bus.” Harry laughed at you but jogged out of the diner and back to the bus, anyways.

Once you finished up in the bathroom, you thanked the waitress one last time and then grabbed your bags from your bus, handing them to the driver of Harry’s bus so he could stow them for you. You bounded up the steps inside, and made your way down the aisle until you found Harry, lounging in the bottom bunk all the way in the back. You dropped your bag on the floor next to the bunk and poked Harry in the side, making him squirm.

“Budge over,” you said, and Harry obliged, shuffling closer to the wall. You sat down and swung your feet up until you were laying next to him with your shoulders pressing together. The bunk was tiny, only really meant for one person, but you needed to sleep somewhere and Harry had obnoxiously interrupted whatever you were doing too many times to count, so you figured it was time to take your revenge. He looked over at you, one airpod in and the other in his hand. His phone was turned sideways, and you saw something paused on the screen.

“What’re you watching?” you asked, pulling the screen towards you.

“Peaky Blinders,” he muttered, with a sheepish grin. You laughed and nudged his shoulder playfully.

“Oh my god. You are a walking stereotype.” He pulled his phone back and frowned at you.

“Was gonna ask if you wanted to watch with me, but now you’re not invited.” He flipped over so his back was to you, hiding the phone screen. You started to poke his back repeatedly, saying his name over and over.

“Harry…..Harry…..Harry….” After about ten pokes, he turned to look at you over the shoulder.

“What?” He sighed.

“Let me watch?”

“Fine.” With a huff, he shifted so he was on his back again and handed you his right AirPod. “But no asking questions, okay?” You nodded and stuck the AirPod in, scooting closer to him so you could see the screen better.

It was super late, so you only got through half of an episode before you fell asleep. The morning sun creeping in through the bus window woke you, and you blinked against the brightness a few times, easing back into consciousness.

You felt something heavy against your waist and pressure against your back, and twisted slightly to see Harry’s arm draped over you. He had taken off his sweatshirt at some point during the night, because his arms were bare, muscles bulging and tattoos on full display. Sure enough, it was bunched up at the foot of the bunk, shoved between Harry’s leg and the wall. You felt heat rise into your face, and tried to slide out of his grasp without waking him up, but he tightened his grip, holding you in place. Shit, you mouthed, wincing. This was not good. His proximity was doing things to you; you felt your heart clench in your chest and blood rush south, pooling a familiar heat in your belly. You tried to stay still and even out your breathing so if he woke up, he’d think you were still asleep. He started stirring behind you and you held your breath, waiting for him to realize and roll off of you. However, he leaned forward and buried his head in your neck, and you could feel his lips curl into a smile against the skin there.

“You’re like a space heater,” he mumbled into your hair, voice still hoarse with sleep. Somehow, you managed to blush even deeper, though you were sure all of your blood had been redirected for other purposes. The small bunk space was warm and heady, and it was intoxicating. You needed to get out before you lost control.

“Harry Styles, are you calling me hot?” You joked, trying to diffuse the tension a little bit.

“S’what if I am?” You bit the inside of your lip, contemplating. He was definitely giving you signals, but you weren’t sure enough and wondered if it was worth the risk. The decision was made for you when Harry pulled on your shoulder, trying to get you to flip over. You adjusted your position so you were facing him.

“I think you stole all my warmth,” you whispered, placing one of your freezing hands on his cheek. He squirmed at the sensation and grabbed your wrist, guiding it down to the strip of exposed skin on his stomach below where his t-shirt had ridden up. A shiver ran through your body as you felt the muscles there tighten.

“Better?” He murmured, leaning in so his lips were just a few centimeters from yours. You could feel his heartbeat through his skin and it skipped a beat. Your body reacted instinctively, angling your head to press your lips to his.

Kissing Harry was like letting out a deep breath you didn’t know you had been holding. A wave of calm washed over your body from head to toe and you swallowed his smile with your own. His lips were soft clouds and you let yourself get lost in them.

“Better,” you breathed, breaking away for a moment to catch your breath. Opening your eyes, you were met with a close-up of Harry’s green eyes shining brighter than you’d ever seen them before. He pulled you even closer until your body was flush with his and captured your lips again, more firmly than the first time. You could feel every small twitch and shiver in his body. Feeling bold, you parted your lips slightly, and he wasted no time, pulling your bottom lip in between his teeth and nibbling lightly. A moan escaped your lip and it spurred him on. He pressed his hips into yours, and you felt him, half hard against your thigh.

Heat was pooling in your belly faster than you wanted it to, and as much as you wanted to completely lose yourself in Harry, you were on an over-crowded bus full of your coworkers, so you pulled away. You rested your forehead on Harry’s and he nudged your nose with his, coaxing a giggle out of your lips.

“Thought I was just a merch girl to you,” you said with a hint of a teasing tone in your voice.

“You’ve never been just a merch girl to me,” Harry said as he buried his face in your neck, pressing delicate kisses to the sensitive skin there.

A soft sigh escaped your and you let your eyes flutter shut, silently thanking your tour bus for breaking down in the middle of nowhere.

[friendlyneighborhoodcapricorn]

tasm!Peter Parker x reader

Silent

A/N: as promised, a oneshot based on the pic below. Credit to @writing-prompt-s for the prompt!

The research I did for this..

Tags: @ginger-swag-rapunzel

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Synopsis: reader has befriended both Peter Parker and Spider-Man without realising they’re the same person. When both of them suddenly stop talking, reader draws more than one important conclusion.

Warnings: mentions of canon-typical violence and injuries

You knew something was up the moment your friend showed up to school wearing a thick scarf in late April.

You snuck up on him and bumped your shoulder into his arm. You could feel his startled jump more than you saw it, and were surprised because of it. Peter had never been easily startled, and even less so as of lately.

“Everything alright?” you asked, looking up at him.

You saw him open his mouth, reconsider, and eventually just nod. Which was even weirder, because as long as you had been friends with Peter, he had rarely passed up an opportunity to talk.

“You sure?” you pressed.

He nodded again, this time smiling at you. It wasn’t at all convincing.

By lunchtime, you were certain something was wrong with Peter. He wasn’t in all your classes, but in the ones he was in, you hadn’t once seen him take off his scarf.

And as you sat across from him to eat, he didn’t even greet you. He just gave you that same tight-lipped smile as that morning and waved for a second.

“Okay, what is going on?” you asked. “And don’t give me that look! You haven’t said a word all day, and you’re wearing a wool scarf inside.”

He stared at you for a long few seconds, that same exasperated look you had gotten a lot throughout all your years of friendship. Then he sighed, another thing he did a lot of whilst being friends with you, and pointed at his throat.

“You… lost your voice?” you guessed, perfectly used to not needing words to understand each other.

Peter nodded. When you opened your mouth, he quickly held up a finger and reached for his backpack to pull out a pen and his notebook.

You waited patiently while he scribbled something down. Once he was done, he turned the notebook around and pushed it towards you.

You couldn’t suppress a smile at his messy handwriting as you read the words strep throat.

“Sucks, my friend,” you commented, reaching across the table to pat his arm. “At least it’ll be over in a few days.”

He smiled ruefully, cheeks red as he pulled the notebook back towards him and writing something else.

Yeah. I hope so. Don’t like not being able to talk.

His words sent a strange shiver down your spine. They sounded like he wasn’t sure of himself, and you hated that.

You had always loved your best friend exactly the way he was, but even you would admit that he could be incredibly insecure at times. But a month or two ago, it had seemed like Peter had finally found his confidence. He became more talkative, and seemed to enjoy holding a conversation more than before. You could imagine it was painful for him to lose something that helped him be so confident.

“Should you even be at school right now?” you asked, trying to shake that weird feeling.

He rolled his eyes and scribbled something down again.

It’s nothing. My throat’s just too sore to talk.

Which was fair. Peter was one of those people who actually enjoyed school, and it wouldn’t be strange for him to come to school sick.

You only realised hours later that you didn’t hear him cough once.

Something you would never get used to, was New York’s new vigilante showing up on your fire escape.

The first time it happened, he had a stab wound in his leg. He just showed up on the fire escape, scaring you half to death because no one had a clue who Spider-Man was at the time. He was just an idiot fighting crime in flimsy spandex. Not a beloved hero of the city. The guy had joked his way through you disinfecting the wound. You had merely told him that unless he wanted to bleed out, he should leave the knife in next time.

Since then, he had shown up a couple more times. Sometimes with injuries that needed to be taken care off, sometimes just to see how you were. He started referring to you as his guardian angel, and you called him bug boy -much to his annoyance.

Though, you figured as you opened your window to let him in once again, he couldn’t hate it that much if he kept showing up.

“What’s up, bug boy?” you asked, stepping aside as he let himself in. “Haven’t seen you since you got your ass kicked by a mutated lizard in a sewer.”

Spider-Man didn’t respond. He merely flopped down in the fluffy armchair by the window and stared at his city.

You frowned. “Is everything okay?”

You saw him tilt his head towards you, and nod, but he still didn’t respond.

“Are you hurt?”

This time, he shook his head.

“Okay… Then why aren’t you talking? You’re never quiet.”

You were pretty sure that beneath the mask, he was looking offended.

“Hey, it’s true!”

He shrugged, and maybe you were imagining things, but you thought it looked a bit listless.

You sat down in the window seat so you were facing him. “Okay, come on. What’s the problem? Whatever it is, I’m sure we can figure it out.”

He stared at you for a moment, then buried his face in his hands. Or at least, that’s what you thought until he raised his head and you noticed a familiar mop of brown hair. You let your eyes wander down to an equally familiar face, wearing an equally familiar sheepish smile.

For a few seconds, you were speechless. You watched silently as Peter’s smile turned even more sheepish when he did some variation of jazz hands.

Then you smacked his arm. “Peter Parker, you are so dead! I’m actually going to throw you out the wind-“

You stopped abruptly in your scolding when you saw the purple-black bruises that wrapped around his neck. Suddenly you understood why Peter hadn’t been talking but had obviously not been sick.

“Jesus, Peter, what happened?”

“So-“ He scraped his throat and tried again, though his voice remained just as scratchy. “Some tenta-cled assho-le.”

“God, please just shut up,” you muttered. “My throat actually hurt when you talked just now.”

Peter smiled at you, and you suddenly felt warm all over. Hastily, you got up.

“I’m going to get some ice for those bruises, and something for you to write with, and then you’re going to explain everything.”

Before you could dart past him, he grabbed your wrist. When you glanced down at him, he mouthed thank you.

You read the words over and over again.

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. Didn’t want you to get pulled into this, to get hurt. I care too much about you. Uncle Ben got hurt because of me. I didn’t want the same thing happening to you.

Peter was carefully avoiding looking at you while your eyes darted over the page, but from the way he was drumming his fingers on his leg you knew he was anxious to hear your response.

“I get why you didn’t tell me,” you said softly, remembering his grief over Ben. Grief he was still dealing with. “I’d probably have done the same. Am I the only one who-“

He nodded. “I wasn’t-“

“Peter, I’m begging you, just write it down. It’s literally painful to hear.”

You pushed the notebook back into his hands and waited as he scribbled something down with one hand, the other pressing ice to the worst of his bruises.

Wasn’t planning on telling anyone, but you deserve to know. The first time I got hurt, I didn’t know where else to go. Aunt May had enough to deal with already.

You laughed. “I threw a lamp at your head.”

You never told me what you told your parents about that.

“Said I knocked it over when I saw a spider.”

Peter laughed. It sounded painful.

I knew I had to tell you at some point. And I thought you’d figure it out today, with me not talking.

“I almost did, but then I thought that there was no way it could be you. That you would’ve told me.”

Sorry.

“It’s alright.” You leaned forward and put a hand over his. “I’m not mad. You went through a lot in the past few months. More than I even knew of. But I just- you know I’m always here for you, right?”

Rather than responding, Peter leaned forward to hug you. His hair tickled your neck, and you brought up your hand to slowly brush your fingers through it.

“I know,” he whispered, and you tried not to wince at his hoarse voice.

You leaned back to look him in the eyes. “How many times are you gonna make me tell you to shut up?”

“You’ll h-have to shu-ut me up yourself,” he said, eyes sparkling with mischief.

You were pretty sure you knew what he was getting at, but you weren’t used to your best friend being so straightforward. Spider-Man flirted with you all the time, and you were more than happy to return that. You just weren’t quite used to Peter and Spider-Man being the same person.

Well. One way to find out if you were right.

You leaned in to kiss him, and you immediately felt him tilt his head to lean into the kiss. You moved from the window seat to his lap, and his hand immediately slipped under your shirt, his skin warm against your back.

A rattling sound startled both of you out of the kiss.

When you both looked over, you saw the bag of ice cubes Peter had been pressing against his throat on the floor. Laughing, you buried your face in his neck.

“So much for having a moment,” you giggled, and you felt Peter’s shoulders shake with silent laughter.

Peter tapped your arm and pointed to a newly added phrase in the notebook.

Guess we’ll have to redo this sometime.

[watchmegetobsessed]

SLEEPLESS

a/n: omg! it's been so long since i last wrote something for harry so it feels a bit weird but in a good way to be back. i've been spending more time offline so writing hasn't been going that fast like before, but im working on a few other stuff too! just please be patient with me, im trying my besti swear! so now enjoy this oneshot of two oblivious and stupid roommates who start sharing a bed...

pairing: Roommate!Harry x reader

word count: 8.1k

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Living with three boys has its perks but also a lot of downsides too. It’s not how you planned, you were set to move in with one of your friends from second year, but she bailed on you last minute, leaving you with no place to live when most of the houses were already taken for the next at least one year. You were bracing yourself to sleep under a bridge or something already when your heroes came along.

You went to high school with Harry Niall and Louis, but you weren’t exactly in the same friend group, just knew about each other. Then you ended up in the same Lit class freshman year with Harry and he was basically your pass into their little group. You hit it off pretty easily and you always wondered why you didn’t become friends before college. Later you had two more classes with him in the second semester and it was just all a coincidence that he found out about your living situation.

“Why don’t you move in with us?” he prompted one afternoon when you were studying together in the library.

“I’m not sharing a room with any of you, Harry,” you sighed, shaking your head.

“You wouldn’t have to. We had a fourth mate living with us but he dropped out about a month ago. You could take his bedroom.”

“Are for real? You should talk about it with the boys first, don’t you think?”

“I’m sure they wouldn’t mind it. They like you too and if I’m being honest, the place could use the touch of a woman,” he smirked and you just rolled your eyes, but you were incredibly thankful for the offer.

So after talking with Niall and Louis about it and once they gave their amens on the situation, you officially moved in with the three of them.

You’d be lying if you said there hasn’t been times when you thought about choosing the bridge, living with boys is not exactly a dream. They are messy, sometimes loud and oblivious about certain things women do and need. You’ll never forget Niall’s face when you packed the shelf above the toilet with your tampons and pads. The horror in his eyes as he examined all the different sizes and types.

“But why so many? I don’t get it why you need the large ones and the mini ones too,” he huffed.

“Because I vary them according to the strength of my flow.”

“Bless you,” he scoffed and just walked away.

They tend to leave their clothes around the house and they don’t always realize when it’s time to let some fresh air into the place either. Harry has a sixth sense wanting to use the bathroom when you’re in and Louis always forgets to get rid of his spoiled food from the fridge. Tini things that surely got you thinking if it was a good idea to move in with them. But then there are times when you can’t even imagine sharing a home with anyone else than these three idiots.

The way Harry always leaves you a cup of coffee on the counter when he has an early class on mondays and wednesdays, how Niall always waits for you to get home after your night shifts at the restaurant you’ve been working at, but he always just says he was watching Supernatural on TV. You love that Louis goes out of his way to get you your favorite pastry for breakfast on sundays when he goes for his morning runs. But the absolute best is that you never feel alone or bored with these three around. Something is always happening and they make sure to involve you in everything, making you feel like part of their little pack.

Tonight is Thursday and Thursdays are movie nights in your home. It’s been a tradition since the first week and you haven’t missed any of them. Sitting on the couch at your usual spot, you laugh as Niall growls in annoyance when you suggest to watch another rom-com.

“Not again!” he protests, sitting on the floor by the coffee table you and Harry thrifted a few months ago after the previous one was broken at a smaller party held in the house.

“Why? I bet Harry would love it!” you grin, glancing at the guy in talk who is now entering the room with a big bowl of popcorn.

“Of course he would, because he is a pussy! And the two of you always team up, dragging Louis with you so I can never watch something I enjoy!” Niall whines as Harry sits next to you, not too bothered by his friend’s cries.

“Come on, I bet you enjoyed Crazy, Stupid Love last week!” you laugh, remembering how he whined for the first part, then fell asleep at the end.

“Love, if you think that was enjoyment, I wouldn’t want to be your boyfriend,” Niall scoffs and you gasp at his reply.

“Hey!” you snap at him, but can’t help laughing. This is how it always goes with you and Niall, the non-stop bickering can sometimes drive Harry and Lou insane.

“Okay, so what do you want to watch?” Harry asks, throwing some popcorn into his mouth as he gets comfortable, an arm resting on the back of the couch behind you, the other one busy with the snack in his lap.

“There is this new horror I’ve been dying to see!” Niall’s blue eyes light up right away, but you’re fast to break that shine.

“Nah, no way. I’m not watching a horror movie.”

“Why not?”

“Because I fucking hate them and they scare the shit out of me.”

“That’s like the whole point!” he protests, but you shake your head no again.

“What are you fighting about again?” Louis asks, walking into the room after his quick shower, the smell of his body wash filling the room for a few moments.

“I want to watch a horror movie, but Y/N is a little baby and she doesn’t want to.”

“I’m not a baby! I just don’t enjoy watching people get killed or demons sucking the life out of someone!” Niall just rolls his eyes at your response.

“But it’s always what you or Harry wants to watch, why can’t I choose just this once?”

“That’s not true, we watch movies you like too!” you retort, but Niall gives you an unimpressed look. “We watched that crime thing, that was your choice!”

“That was three months ago, Y/N,” he sighs and as you do some quick math you realize that he is right.

“Hey, he has a point. Let’s just watch what he wants this one time, yeah?” Harry curls his arm that’s been on the back of the couch around your shoulder and he pulls you to his side, squeezing you gently.

“But I hate horrors,” you pout, knowing well that it’s already kind of settled, you lost this battle.

“It’s just a movie. And if you get scared in the night, you can sleep at mine,” he offers with a wink that surely makes your heartbeat fasten a bit.

If you’re being honest, you’ve always had a tiny crush on Harry, even back in high school, when you didn’t really know him. He was the cool guy, but not the douchebag type, more like the one that was nice to everyone and earned their respect and liking. Getting to know him just proved that he really is a great guy, but you figured he would never feel the same way about you. These three guys only saw you as their sister and that was in a way kinda worse than being friend zoned, but there’s nothing you can do about it, so you just decided to come to peace with your situation. But that doesn’t mean you don’t get flustered when you see him wander around the house in just his boxers or when he gets a little touchy with you, which happens a lot, because that’s just how he is. Hands on your shoulders, a little squeeze on your hips, the gentle touch of his fingers on your back, they happen all the time and they get your pulse up every time. You can only hope it’s not that noticeable.

Niall finally gets what he wants and you agree to watch that stupid horror movie. It doesn’t start off too bad, but it quickly escalates and makes you shudder every time the screen gets a little darker or the music is foreshadowing that something is about to happen.

“Jesus fuck!” you jump a little when the killer appears out of nowhere in the scene.

“You alright?” Harry asks, peeking down at you.

“I fucking hate this dude,” you mumble, rubbing your face with your hands, to get your shit together. Harry chuckles lightly next to you, his arm pulling you to his side close and you gladly sink against him, the warmth of his body giving you some comfort and a sense of safety.

Your eyes are on the screen, but your mind is dancing around how his fingers are delicately running up and down your arm, drawing circles and little shapes on your skin. It could put you to sleep easily, even with the woman screaming on the screen after seeing her husband get killed.

“Just imagine the guy with a funny mustache,” Harry murmurs, leaning closer to you so he doesn’t bother the other two guys with his comment. “Or maybe in a ridiculous outfit.”

“Like… in a onsie?” you ask, squinting your eyes at the screen.

“Could be, yeah,” he chuckles quietly. “Just imagine him running through the woods in a onsie with bunnies all over it.”

You can’t push your laughter down, covering your mouth with your hand so you don’t bother the others. Harry just smirks, giving you a squeeze as you’re still melted against his side on the couch, legs pulled up to your chest, while his are spread out in front of him.

“Definitely not that scary,” you giggle and Harry hums in agreement.

“Would you mind getting a fucking room, you guys? You have two, in fact!” Niall snaps at you playfully, when you start laughing again.

“Sorry, sorry!” you clear your throat, your cheeks heating up at the comment, but luckily it’s dark enough to hide your embarrassment. Niall is always quick to make dirty jokes and tease you in a way that makes you nervous, especially when it involves Harry as well. He has made plenty of comments about you and Harry since you’ve moved in, implying that the two of you sometimes act like a couple or that you should hook up. Harry is always quick to shake them off, that’s how you know he couldn’t even take the thought seriously.

At the end of the movie you feel like it wasn’t bad, not with Harry holding you close at least.

“Will you be screaming tonight, Y/N?” Niall teases you, making you roll your eyes at him.

“Either way it’s gonna be your fault.”

“I can live with that!” he laughs, bidding his goodbye before he shuts the door of his bedroom behind him.

You do your usual evening routine, get ready to bed and by the time you’re done in the bathroom all the boys have retired into their rooms. The hallway stands dark in front of you, only a tiny bit of light coming from your bedroom since you left your bedside lamp on in there, but you still can’t help the eerie feeling that washes over you. That movie didn’t sit right with you and now you have to face the aftermath of it.

Switching the lights in the bathroom off you sprint into your bedroom, pictures from the movie flashing in your mind of the killer just jumping out of nowhere. You shut the door and lean your back against it for a moment, taking a deep breath. Tonight is going to be long.

No matter how hard you try, you just can’t fall asleep. You’re way too alerted, opening your eyes at the tiniest of sounds around you, which is unfortunate, because your window is looking over the main street, unlike two other rooms in the house, that are facing the small backyard. Harry and Louis have the luck to have those rooms.

Every time you’re about to fall asleep something from the movie sneaks into your thoughts and you get scared to death. Soon, you realize you won’t be able to sleep on your own tonight.

Sitting on the edge of your bed, you wonder if Harry really meant that offer that you can sleep with him or not. Part of you is convinced it was just a joke, but when you hear someone shouting down the street you push your doubts aside and you quickly find yourself making your way to Harry’s room.

You knock on the room lightly, not wanting to wake anyone else up. The last thing you need is Niall seeing you go into Harry’s room in the middle of the night.

No answer comes from inside, but you won’t just leave it at that. Opening the door you’re facing another dark room, barely making out the furniture, but you already know the route by heart. Making it to the bed your eyes finally adjust to the darkness and you can see Harry lying on his side, sleeping peacefully. Squatting down you place a hand to his shoulder and give him a tiny shake.

“Harry?” you call out quietly, but his answer is just a huff. “Harry, it’s me,” you try again, squeezing his arm. He furrows his eyebrows before slowly blinking his eyes open, finding you in his sight.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” he asks in that groggy, low voice you love hearing in the morning so much.

“I can’t… Did you mean that I can sleep here if I’m scared?” you ask, afraid that he might just have a good laugh and send you back to your room. For a long moment, he just blinks at you before nodding his head and you feel relief washing over you.

“Sure,” he hums.

“O-okay then I’ll bring a blanket and take the floor and--”

“Shut up, you are not sleeping on the floor,” he growls, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into bed with him as he scoots over, making you space on the mattress.

It’s a bit weird at first, lying in bed with Harry, especially because it’s just queen sized, so there’s not much space between the two of you, but it seems like Harry doesn’t mind it so why should you?

Your nerves are a lot calmer with Harry next to you, but maybe it’s still because of the movie or because you’re a bit anxious about the whole situation, you just still can’t relax enough to fall asleep.

“Y/N, no one is gonna kill you here,” Harry speaks up surprising you because you thought he has already fallen back asleep.

“I know, I know,” you whisper, trying to sound convincing, but you can’t fool anyone, especially not him.

He huffs deeply and before you could realize what’s happening, Harry’s arm is curled around your waist, pulling you against him, spooning you from behind, the warmth of his body wrapping your figure almost entirely.

“If a murderer comes, they will have to fight me first, alright? Now sleep,” he mumbles against your hair, squeezing you gently. All at once, you couldn’t care about killers and dark shadows around you, because Harry was right there, holding you tight and there was nowhere you wanted to be more than right there.

You slept like a baby. Harry’s closeness kept every nightmare away from you and the morning came with ease. Harry’s phone wakes the two of you up at eight, because he has a morning class at 9.30. The two of you are completely tangled up in each other, lying on your side facing each other, Harry’s arms are wrapped around you, while yours are hugging his waist. Groaning at the sound of his alarm, he rolls to his back to reach for the phone on the nightstand and then he finally turns it off. It’s bright outside, the darkness of the night finally long gone. You’re still groggy when Harry rolls back, his arm coming back around you like it’s the most natural thing in the world and in a sense, it feels like that. But as you both slowly wake up, you realize that you might be a little too close. Slowly but surely you let go of each other, rolling to your back, staring up at the ceiling.

“Hope I didn’t kick you in my sleep,” you smile at him, peeking over at him, hoping to break the awkwardness of the situation.

“No, don’t worry about it,” he chuckles, rubbing his eyes, before pushing himself up and off the bed. You follow him with your gaze as he steps to his dresser and grabs a pair of clean underwear. “I’ll put on a coffee while I shower, want one too?” he asks, though you know he could make one for you anyway.

“Sure, thank you,” you nod and he nods back, yawning as he walks out of the room, leaving you lying in his bed, a bit confused and kind of aching to be held by him again.

Two days pass by, everything is going as per usual, neither you nor Harry brings up that you spent the night in his bed that one particular time. Now it’s saturday and you all were planning to go out, but a sudden storm has cancelled your plans, so the evening turned into a cozy, lazy hangout instead of a wild party at some frat house.

Louis decided to work on a paper that’s due in two weeks, Niall has been relentlessly swiping on Tinder while you and Harry are spawled out on the couch, watching some shitty action movie that was on TV, since you both were too lazy to choose one and put it on. Deep down you’re a little happy you don’t have to spend the evening in a crowded, smelly house, drinking cheap alcohol.

Harry gets up from his seat to grab himself a drink just when Niall growls in annoyance.

“What is it?” you ask.

“They keep unmatching with me after we’ve talked a little!”

“Have you thought about the reason?” you smirk at him, knowing well that Niall probably isn’t the easiest to talk to, he surely takes it too far too soon.

“Well they probably don’t like that I ask them if I can go over,” he shrugs, making you laugh.

“You’d go over in the pouring rain?” Harry asks, returning to his spot on the couch. He puts his drink to the coffee table and instead of sitting into his previous position, leaning against the arm of the couch, he lies down, laying his head to your thigh, making your breath hitch for a moment.

“Of course not!” Niall rolls his eyes. “But I thought it would make them think I would do anything for them.”

“It makes you seem desperate,” Harry retorts, earning a questioning look from his friend. “What? It does!”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Yes it does,” you nod in agreement. “Going over in the middle of a storm just to fuck? Sounds like you’re having a hard time finding someone.”

“Women are so fucking complicated, and for what?!” he growls, before storming off to his bedroom, like an angsty teenager, leaving you and Harry alone.

He doesn’t move, his head stays on your thigh using it as a pillow. His curls are tickling the soft skin on your thigh and you have to fight the urge to play with his hair or scratch his scalp. You stay like this for the rest of the movie and when he gets up you almost want to pull him back.

“Alright, I’m fucked, I’m gonna go to bed,” he yawns, stretching his arms out into the air as he heads into his bedroom. “Good night, Y/N.”

“Night, Harry!” you call after him as you watch his frame disappear down the hallway.

Sighing, you slide down on the couch, cursing under your breath that you’re still so hung up on Harry. You really thought that you had it under control, but lately those damn butterflies are acting up in your stomach at everything he does.

“I’m pathetic,” you mumble under your breath just as the sky rumbles outside with a blinding lightning, making you jump with a squeak. “Shit,” you huff, already knowing that falling asleep will be a pain in the ass. Again.

You’ve always hated storms, they make you think that something bad is about to happen, a tree is about to fall into the window or a lightning will blow up the building. It’s kind of stupid, you know it, but you just can’t help it.

Tossing and turning, you jump every time a lightning flashes somewhere outside and a few seconds later the thunder rips through your whole body, almost making you fall off the bed.

“Oh God,” you let out a shaky breath. You have no idea how long it is until the Storm finally stops and you’d really like to have a good night's sleep. So pushing your anxious thoughts to the side, you get out of bed and head over to Harry’s room once again.

It’s such a deja vu from a few nights ago, as you gently knock on the door you wait again, but this time you actually get an answer.

“Yeah?” you hear him call out from inside and you slowly open the door, peeking your head inside. Harry is lying in bed, his head propped up against the headboard as he is scrolling through his phone. “Y/N? What’s wrong?” he asks, putting the phone aside as he sits up.

“I just, I-I know it’s stupid, but I was thinking… I don’t know--”

“Y/N, just tell me, alright? Come on in,” he gestures for you and you slip into the room, closing the door behind you before sitting to the edge of the bed next to him. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t sleep during storms…” you admit, looking into his eyes, hoping he gets the hint where you want to head with it. He stares back at you for a moment before he scoots over, lifting the covers up, giving you the green light to join him.

Relieved, you climb over to him, making yourself comfortable as he wraps the blanket over you, his arm immediately coming to cradle you, this time pulling you to his chest so your head is laid upon his shoulder, a hand gently placed onto his hard chest, probably right above where his butterfly tattoo is adorning his abdomen.

This is now easily your favorite place. Safe and tight in Harry’s arms, protected from anything and everything, like you’re in a little bubble as soon as you get on his bed.

Lightning strikes outside again and you shiver a little. Harry probably notices it, because he tightens his hold around you, as if it’s his way telling you that he is here and nothing bad is gonna happen. Eventually, you’re able to shut the outside out and only focus on Harry’s warmth, the touch of his hand on your arm and his even breathing. And then finally, you drift off to sleep.

This morning is different from the previous one you spent here. There’s no alarm since it’s Sunday, neither of you have anything in particular to do, so you wake up feeling rested, the Sun shining through his half drawn in curtains, no trace of last night’s storm can be noticed from where you’re lying in bed, the sky is as clear as ever. Sometime during the night you got tangled in a way where Harry is the one now cuddling you, his head lying on your chest, hugging you as if you were a giant teddy bear, his leg thrown between yours, lightly snoring against your sleep shirt. You can only see his mop of hair and the urge to play with them is back, but this time, you give in.

Leaving one hand on his back, you move the other one to his unruly locks, gently playing with one before you comb your fingers through it, lightly scratching his scalp. Harry hums in pleasure, shifting from his dreams back to reality, but he doesn’t move, just keeps humming as you massage his scalp.

“It’s not a good morning, it’s the best,” he mumbles groggily, making you chuckle at his words.

One of his hands is flat against your ribcage and the damned butterflies start dancing when you feel his fingers gently stroke your side as you keep playing with his curls. This feels so idyllic, as if you’ve been like this forever. You wish that was true.

Groaning as he stretches, Harry rolls to his back, making you instantly miss his body pressed against yours. He rubs his eyes, sighing deep as he blinks up at the ceiling a few times, then he turns his head to the side, looking at you.

Just when he is about to say something, outside his door it sounds like someone just broke a pile of plates and it’s followed by Niall’s usual annoyed growl. You both get out of bed to go and check what happened, not even thinking about how it might appear that you both are coming from Harry’s room in the morning.

Harry flings the door open and there is Niall, collecting pieces of a plate from the floor, his breakfast scattered down the hallway as well while he curses under his breath.

“What happened?” Harry asks, picking up a bigger piece from the plate.

“Fucking tripped,” he growls back, glancing up just for a moment, then back down, but then he processes that you’re standing behind Harry, in his room, in the morning. “What the fuck are you doing in Harry’s room?” he bluntly asks, quickly forgetting about the mess he just made.

“What?” you ask nervously, your pulse quickening in an instant. Harry stands up, seemingly not too bothered by Niall’s question.

“You slept in his room?!”

“She did,” Harry answers, leaning against the doorframe.

“Wait, are you two fucking?” Niall’s eyes widen, snapping back and forth between you and Harry.

“Just because two people sleep in the same bed, doesn’t mean they are fucking, Niall,” Harry chuckles, seemingly amused by the situation that’s got your stomach knotted. Louis’ door opens and he walks out, his hair a little messy, but already dressed, a mug halfway filled with coffee in his hand.

“Wha’s this circus out here?” he asks, looking around, his eyes scanning over the mess on the floor.

“Did you know these two are fucking?” Niall asks him and Harry lets his head drop back at his words.

“Are you?” Louis simply questions and you shake your head no.

“We are not. Y/N can’t sleep in a storm so she came over to mine.”

“Funny, she doesn’t come to me when she’s scared,” Niall scoffs.

“I never came to you because you don’t understand that sleeping together doesn’t mean sex,” you retort, though your ears are practically burning from the rising anxiety inside you.

“Wait, whoa. This wasn’t the first time you two slept together?”

“She was scared after your stupid horror movie too,” Harry shrugs.

“Wow, so are you guys a thing now or what?”

“Niall!” Harry growls and you’re not entirely sure what bothers you more. Niall’s shock and interrogation or the way Harry seems so cool and unbothered, like it’s no big deal. Maybe because for him it really isn’t, it’s only about the sleeping, nothing else, even though the cuddles are a little beyond the lines of friendship.

“What? I’m just asking the important stuff! Am I not allowed to tell dirty jokes to Y/N because you’ll cut my prick off?”

“You shouldn’t tell those anyway,” Louis chimes in and you nod in agreement.

Seeing that the conversation is just getting more and more awkward with each passing moment you decide to pull yourself out of it. Pushing yourself past Harry you mumble an excuse me before rushing back into your room, the three boys eyeing you curiously as you shut the door behind you, finally putting a physical barrier between you and them.

You shouldn’t be this offended, it’s not like any promises were made and you should have known better and not fall for him more than you already did. It was silly of you to think that there was anything more behind these nights spent curled up against each other, or when you woke up tangled and melted together. It was never what you hoped it to be.

Then and there you decide it’s better if you distanced yourself from him, or at least go back to how it was before. No bed sharing, no cuddling and preferably no bitter feelings.

It all goes well, because you have a pretty busy week after that day, you always have something to do and it’s not like you spent the night with Harry randomly, so it was evident that you stayed in your room so far.

But about a week later another storm was threatening to strike. The sky was gradually darkening all afternoon and now it’s only five o’clock, but it feels like eight. It’s Sunday, you’re quite exhausted since you were working until three. Niall was out somewhere with some of his coursemates and Louis went home for the weekend, won’t be back until Tuesday. It’s just you and Harry, who’s been sprawled out on the couch in only his sweatpants while you’re making yourself an early dinner so you can go to bed soon and have a good night’s sleep.

It doesn’t take long for the rain to start pouring, you’ve just gotten out of the shower when the first thunder rips through the place, making you gasp in fear. Harry’s head snaps around, looking in your way where you’re standing at the bathroom door, a questioning look in his eyes, but he doesn’t say a word. Ignoring his gaze, you just make your way into your bedroom, not even thinking about what could be on his mind. Is he thinking about whether you’ll ask to sleep with him again or he doesn’t care about it at all?

By the time you are ready to go to bed, the storm is fully raging outside, making your insides tremble every time you see a lightning or the thunder breaks the quietness in the house. You make one last trip to the kitchen, finding Harry leaned against the counter as he eats an apple.

“Going to bed early?” he asks as you pour yourself some water.

“Mhm,” you nod, avoiding looking at him.

“Everything alright?”

“Sure, I’m just tired,” you force a small smile onto your face just when a thunder rumbles outside, making you jump. Harry is watching you curiously and kind of expectantly, but you’re doing your best ignoring it. Instead, you just grab your water and head back to your room. “Good night.”

“Night, Y/N,” he calls after you, and you can feel his burning gaze on your back right until you close the door behind you.

Your plan to sleep a good ten hours goes right out the window. It doesn’t seem like the storm is about to calm anytime soon, so you’re stuck to suffer through it on your own. You’ll be damned to go to Harry’s, that would be an instant heart break and you just can’t take that right now. Long, torturous hours pass by with you lying awake in bed and part of you wants to go running over to Harry, but you force yourself to stay. It’s not happening tonight.

You fall asleep sometime after two in the morning when the thunder and lightning have stopped. Unfortunately, you need to wake up early in the morning, so when your phone’s alarm shakes you out of your sleep, you feel like absolute shit. Dragging yourself out of bed appears to be the hardest thing right now. As you make your way out, you are met with an all too familiar figure sitting at the small dining table, two cups of coffees in front of him, one obviously made for you.

Harry’s eyes snap up at you curiously, taking in your terrible looks as you head to the bathroom.

“Morning,” you mumble under your breath.

“Good morning’,” he nods in your way and though he doesn’t say anything else, you can tell he has a few thoughts about your current state.

Once you’re done with your morning business in there you join him at the table, barely able to keep your eyes open.

“Rough night?” he asks, eyes examining your face.

“Kinda.”

“The storm?”

You don’t answer, just nod your head. He remains silent, but you can feel that he is dying to ask another question.

Why didn’t you come over?

You’re glad he doesn’t actually asks you, because you wouldn’t be able to give either a normal answer or say anything without starting to cry. Instead, you just grab your coffee and head back into your bedroom to get ready for the day.

That week on Friday all four of you are invited to a party. At first you want to cancel, but some of your friends from classes will be there too and it’s been ages since you’ve been to a great party, so you decide to tag along with the boys.

For the first half of the evening you go your separate way, spending time with people you don’t actually live with and see every day. One drink follows the other, though you make sure you don’t go farther than getting tipsy. You’re not in the mood to deal with a nasty hangover in the morning.

Sometime after your third or fourth drink you run into Niall and he pulls you into their little circle that also involves Harry. When he sees that you’ve joined them, his eyes light up and goes out of his way to get next to you.

“I haven’t seen you in ages!” he whines, slurring his words as he wraps an arm around your shoulders to keep you at his side. He is definitely drunk, that you’re sure of.

“It’s been just about two hours, Harry,” you roll your eyes, but can’t push your smile down. You’d be lying if you said you’re not enjoying having him so close. Your dynamic hasn’t been the same since you stopped sleeping in his bed. Not that it was such a regular activity, it only happened two times.

“But I missed you, I feel like we haven’t… haven’t talked in so long!” he huffs, knitting his eyebrows together. “Have you been avoiding me?” he asks leaning closer, so your conversation can somewhat be private.

“That’s silly. Of course I haven’t!”

“But it feels like that,” he pouts with glossy eyes. “You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?”

“Sure,” you nod, the bitter taste of lying filling your mouth.

“Alright, cool,” he smirks and pulling closer he kisses into your hair before he engages with the rest of the group again, keeping his arm around you as if it wasn’t a big deal.

For the rest of the evening you simply don’t leave his side and not because he doesn’t let you, but because you don’t want to. Harry is not the only one missing the other, this week you’ve noticed that even though you’ve been keeping yourself busy, your thoughts always took you back to one particular, curly haired boy. Despite everything that’s been going on, he is your friend first and foremost who you love spending time with and talking about anything and everything.

Both of you are intoxicated, Harry a bit more than you, but you’re having a blast playing beerpong or ruining Niall’s chances with girls he is trying to pick up. You’re genuinely having an amazing time and it wouldn’t be the same without Harry.

Arriving back home your little group splits, everyone using the bathroom after the other and you’re the last one in line, because you always take the longest. By the time you’re finished, Louis and Niall are both locked up in their rooms, but Harry’s door is still open, some dim lighting illuminating the hallway. As you approach it, you find him throwing his dirty clothes into the hamper, but his head perks up when he sees you.

“Good night, H,” you sigh, quite tired and in need of a good sleep, but before you could head into your own bedroom, Harry grabs your wrist and pulls you into his. “What is it?”

“Sleep here,” he simply prompts, already leading you to the bed.

“Why?”

“Because I want you to.”

“I-I… I don’t--” you stutter, feeling flustered from his offer.

“Come on, you can’t say no,” he tells you, already crawling under his covers and then he holds them up as the invitation.

Taking a deep breath you follow him and make yourself comfortable in your almost usual spot. Harry’s arm falls over your waist in an instant, spooning you from behind as he hums pleased. But a few moments later he lifts his head, looking at you with concern in his eyes.

“You know you can say no, right? I was just joking.” Looking back at him you give him a small smile. Even drunk he makes sure you aren’t doing anything you don’t want to, but how could you not want it? You’ve been aching to sleep next to him all week, especially after the last storm when you suffered alone in your room.

“I know, Harry.”

“Alright, okay,” he nods, his head dropping back to the pillow. “I missed this,” he mumbles with a sigh.

“Yeah?”

“Mm, sleeping alone sucks,” he hums and in a split second, your heart breaks.

Harry didn’t want to sleep with you, he just wanted to sleep with someone and you were the one there. It has nothing to do with you.

You want to blame him, you want it to be his fault that your chest is now aching, knowing that it truly doesn’t mean the same thing to him it does to you, but you know you can’t. It wouldn’t be fair, so once again, you’re left with a sinking heart wrapped up into Harry’s embrace that suddenly feels burning.

“Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Harry.”

When the morning comes Harry is still sleeping deep beside you, an arm thrown over your waist, puffing warm air against the side of your head with every breath he exhales. Seeing him so peaceful warms your heart, but then you realize everything that happened last night, how he only used you because you were available and not because he wanted you.

You don’t want to wait for him to wake up and face him, your emotions would surely bring the best out of you. So carefully, you unwrap yourself from his hold and sneak out of his room, back into yours.

There’s no way you can face Harry right now, so before he could wake up you leave, planning on spending the day in the library, working on your assignments, hoping the school work will take your mind off of how badly you’ve been friendzoned.

Sometime after eleven Harry actually texts you asking where you went and you just tell him you have a shitload of school stuff to deal with. He asks if he can join you, but you tell him you’re with a group of your classmates, even though you’re sitting in an almost entirely empty library. He luckily doesn’t push it and leaves you to be. Hopefully he’ll be fine when you take another step away from him for a while to get your head straight and sort your emotions out.

You get home quite late, but not late enough, apparently. Because walking into the house you find the boys clearly getting ready to watch a movie.

“Just in time!” Niall beams. “Join us, Princess!” he laughs, grabbing himself a cola from the fridge.

“Oh, no, I have some things to work on--”

“Come on, you’ve been in the library all day, you can have a break!” Louis tells you and you know you won’t be left alone, they are just so persistent.

So you join them in your usual spot, which is of course next to Harry, though you’re trying to avoid his gaze that hasn’t left you since you arrived and by now you’re certain he knows you’re avoiding him. There’s a reason why he asked you last night if you’ve been doing it lately, he is not stupid, but this is not the time to deal with it.

With your inner crisis bubbling inside you, you completely forget to ask what you’re watching. A few minutes into the movie it becomes quite clear however.

“Is this a fucking horror movie again?” you ask, snapping at Niall, who just starts laughing.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure Harry will gladly let you sleep in his bed tonight,” he teases, making your whole face heat up at his comment. Harry slaps his chest before he turns to you with concern filled eyes, but you pretend like you see nothing, turning back to the screen with your jaw clenched.

You’re fucked.

The movie is a fucking shitshow and leaves you traumatized. When it’s over, you think about why didn’t you just stand up and go into your room when you realized it’s another horror. For a change, this one was filled with demons and monsters that hide in the shadows, just what you need before going to bed. In the night. In a totally dark room.

Exiting the bathroom you’re already planning on watching something lighthearted and cheerful in your room, hoping that would make you forget the movie you just saw and give you the chance to actually sleep.

Walking past Harry’s room you see that it’s still open and you catch him expectantly looking at you when you appear in the doorway as you walk down the hallway, your eyes meeting for just a split second before you disappear from his sight and shut your bedroom door without a word behind you.

No matter how many random videos you watch on YouTube, some scenes from the movie are just imprinted into your mind and they have you trembling in fear. Every shadow looks like a demon or ghost, hiding in your room, ready to haunt and kill you and you’re on the verge of actually crying. It might not be only because of the movie, more like everything else that’s been bottled up inside you, added to the fear the movie has brought to you.

Shutting your eyes closed you try to take deep breaths and for a bit it actually seems to help, but that is until you hear the door opening. It gives you an instant heart attack and you can’t keep your tears back anymore.

A whimper leaves your mouth as the door opens and you can only see a shadow entering the room, totally not recognizing Harry in the dark.

“Y/N, hey, it’s just me! It’s okay!” he quickly clears, seeing how shaken up you are. He rushes over to the bed, one hand cupping your cheek, the other one finding your hand and before you could think, you grip it hard.

“You scared the living hell out of me!” you cry out, sobbing.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to check on you.”

Silence sets between the two of you that’s only momentarily broken by your shaky breaths as you try to calm yourself down.

“Why didn’t you come to mine after the movie if you were so scared?” he then asks, surprising you with how straightforward he is.

“I didn’t want to bother you,” you mumble, blinking the remaining of the tears away as Harry stares down at you intently.

“Why would you think you’d bother me? I like having you there.”

“But it’s… Doesn’t matter,” you sigh in defeat, but it just concerns him even more.

“No, tell me!”

“Harry, just go back to your room. I’ll be fine.”

“You definitely won’t and I’m not leaving until you don’t tell me what’s going on,” he protests firmly and you lose your patience to keep lying to him.

“You just wanted someone to sleep with yesterday, okay? You didn’t need me. And… I don’t want to depend on you more than I should.”

Harry stares back at you with a blank expression and you feel like this is going to be the end of your friendship. You have to come clean about your feelings and he’ll tell you that he doesn’t feel the same way. But then he speaks up and the tables turn faster than ever.

“Y/N, I wanted you to sleep with me last night. Not just anyone. You.”

“What?”

“I really thought we have been on the same page, but apparently, we’re not even in the same book,” he sighs, confusing you even more. “Wasn’t it suspicious how things have been between us lately? The way we slept, the mornings, did you think these are normal things to do?”

“I-I thought that… it didn’t mean anything to you.”

“Well it did,” he replies and you breath hitches in your throat. “I was trying to take it slow, see how you’d react to everything and I thought you were feeling the same way. But then last time you didn’t come to my room when there was a storm and I thought that was your way of telling me that you want to pause whatever’s been going on.”

You’re just blinking in shock, listening to his words. This is nothing you expected.

“But then you seemed like you opened back up last night and you agreed to sleep with me, thought we were back on track, but then you were nowhere to be found in the morning, avoided me all day and now you would have rather spent the night crying here alone than to come over to me. What did I do? Just tell me, because quite frankly, I have no idea what we are doing anymore, Y/N,” he sighs, clearly tired of this insane game you’ve been playing without even knowing.

“So… you did all of this, because… you…”

“Because I like you, Y/N. But there’s a possibility it’s already way more than just a strong liking,” he admits with a soft chuckle that melts you in an instant.

“Oh god, I could cry again, but not out of fear this time,” you tell him, making him laugh as you scoot closer to him on the mattress. “I feel the same way, Harry,” you softly tell him, your hands finding the base of his neck while his hands have wandered to your waist so now he is pulling you towards him until he ends up in his lap. His face is now so close, and even in the dark, you can see the cheesy smile on his pink lips.

“You’re not saying this just to keep me here because you’re scared to be alone, right?” he asks, clearly joking, earning a wholehearted laugh from you.

“No, but I guess that would be a major benefit of it.”

“I’ll protect you from all the demons and killers under one condition,” he smirks, his face already inching closer, his nose is already touching yours.

“Yeah? And what’s that?”

“I get to kiss you.”

“Deal.”

You barely say this one little word, his lips are already on yours, kissing you in a way that almost knocks all the air out of your lungs. You press yourself up against him, his arms curling around you, holding you tight as if he is already protecting you from everything that scares you, though you can’t really think about the stupid horror movies now that you’re kissing Harry.

He pulls you down with himself making you lie on your back as he holds himself up above you, his lips parting from your just enough so he can look into your eyes.

“How about I kiss you every time you feel scared?” he prompts, pecking your lips gently as you pull your legs up and his hips settle between your thighs, while your hands dance down his back.

“Alright, I’m in,” you smirk at him and for a moment he just stares back at you, smiling wide, in complete awe that it’s finally happening. Then he cocks his head to the side before speaking up.

“Are you still scared?”

“Very,” you nod. “I’m shaking.”

“Good,” he grins before his lips press onto yours again.

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It's Only Temporary

Feyre Archeron x Rhys - Tattoo Artist Oneshot

After losing a bet, Rhys gets a new tattoo

Masterlist | Read on Ao3

Warnings: Language, Tattoos

2492 words

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“Fey!” Cassian’s voice boomed through the glass door as he grinned and waved to get her attention.

Looking up from her sketchbook, Feyre watched as Cassian tried to open the locked door again, shaking the wood so hard the bell hanging above it started chiming frantically.

She rolled her eyes and walked out from behind the counter she’d been working at, quickly getting to the door before his enthusiasm ripped it from its hinges. Feyre had barely flipped the lock when Cassian swung it open and immediately wrapped her in a bone crushing hug, lifting her off the ground as she laughed before setting her back down and ruffling her hair. Then he strutted through the dim lobby of her tattoo parlor taking his time to survey the walls of designs, the colorful crushed velvet couches, and the small rack of t-shirts and stickers she had for sale with the shop’s logo printed on them.

The Rainbow was Feyre’s baby. She’d saved almost every penny from the time she’d gotten her first job in order to afford her shop. After studying art in school and apprenticing for a few years, she’d finally been able to buy a small storefront in Velaris and built her business from the ground up.

It didn’t hurt that most of her friends liked tattoos and were always happy to be her canvases and subsequent advertising.

Shaking her head at Cassian who’d made himself at home near her front counter, Feyre returned to her spot with her sketchbook, now open to display a howling water wolf, and raised a brow, “Can’t you read? I’m closed.”

He scoffed, grinning, and leaned his forearms on the counter. “Not for me, Archeron.”

She rolled her eyes again but couldn’t help her smirk when she told him, “It late and I’m busy. Care to tell me why you’re here?” Feyre looked at him expectantly.

Cassian just grinned. “Do I need a reason to visit my very successful, very talented friend?”

“Wow, such flattery, Cassian. What exactly are you trying to get me to agree to?” She raised an eyebrow, trying to reign in a smirk.

He flashed her a wolfish grin. “Convince your sister to go out with me.”

Feyre snorted. “I don’t think you’re Elain’s type.”

“You’re hilarious, Archeron.” Cassian deadpanned and rolled his eyes, “Come on, Fey. Talk me up to Nesta.”

Feyre sighed, closing her sketchbook, and resigning herself to not getting anymore work done tonight. “Cass, I’ve done all I can on that front, believe me. You’ll have to win her over all on your own.”

“Been trying that for years.” He grumbled then ran a hand through his hair.

“I know that isn’t why you’re here,” Feyre insisted, “you ask me to do that literally every time you see me, so I know you didn’t seek me out for that. What’s up?”

He shot her a grin that made his single dimple stand out as he glanced at the door to the parlor. “Az is on his way over with Rhys and we were hoping you would do us a favor.”

“A favor?” she asked skeptically.

Cassian kept grinning. “You see, baby Arche,” Feyre snorted at the nickname. “your idiot boyfriend made a bet that he never stood a chance of winning, and he lost. Horribly.”

“Okay…” she rubbed at her face, trying to steel herself for whatever she was about to hear. Cassian’s shit-eating grin wasn’t making Feyre feel any better.

“Az and I want you to tattoo a little something special on Rhys for us.”

She paused, halting her shuffling of her sketches and furrowed her brows. “You want me to tattoo something on Rhys…because he lost a bet?”

“Yes.”

“Does Rhys know this?”

A slow smirk spread across Cass’s face, “He knows he’s coming to see you.”

Feyre rolled her eyes. “Cassian, why would I agree to tattoo something—you haven’t even said what it is, by the way—onto my boyfriend when he obviously doesn’t even know what’s happening?”

“Well,” Cass pointed out, “I’d hope he’d realize what was happening once you sat him in the chair and got your needles and ink out.”

She snorted, “You know what I mean.”

“Because, Fey,” He sighed dramatically, “Little Rhysie is a punk and lost a bet so now he has to get a tattoo of our choice. And who better to do it, than his wonderful tattoo artist of a girlfriend?” his grin came back, wider than before.

Feyre said nothing for a moment as she stared Cassian down. Then she asked, “How drunk is he?”

Cassian chuckled, “Very.”

Feyre smiled slowly, “And how drunk are you?”

He narrowed his eyes at her but lifted his fingers to show a small space between his thumb and pointer finger. “Just a little bit.”

“So, a lot.” Feyre corrected

Cassian was silent a moment before grinning, “Rhys bet that he could outdrink me.”

Feyre blinked, then clutched the counter as she bent over laughing. She heard Cassian’s loud chortles next to her a moment later. When she stood back up, she wiped a tear from her eye and shook her head.

“Oh, my gods,” She was still chuckling, trying to picture Rhys go shot for shot with the mass of a man standing in front of her. “I love him, but sometimes he’s such an idiot.”

“I think you mean all the time.”

Just then, the bell on the door jingled again and Azriel held it open with one arm as he gripped a stumbling Rhys with the other.

“Hi, Feyre.” Azriel nodded at her as the door shut behind him.

“Hey, Az” She chuckled and walked towards the pair. “Can you lock that? Thanks.”

“Feyre, darling!” Rhys suddenly beamed and stumbled towards her, stepping close enough that she could smell every shot he’d taken on his breath. He used both hands to gently cup her face, squishing her cheeks in little and pressing a sloppy but sweet kiss to her lips. “I missed you.”

She smiled at him but stepped back to avoid his breath. “I saw you a few hours ago.”

He pouted, “That’s too long. I’ve had to look at those two ugly faces all night when I could’ve been looking at your dazzling one.”

“Why does he have to insult us when he compliments her?” Cass grumbled to Azriel who looked mildly amused.

He snorted. “Perspective.”

Feyre removed herself from Rhys’ grip only for him to wrap an arm around her shoulders and pull her into his side. She leaned into his touch, and helped keep him standing, as she rested her head on his shoulder as she faced Azriel.

“Az, can you fill me in? Cassian tried, but I don’t know how much I trust his story.”

Cassian feigned hurt and shook his head. “Fey, I am wounded that you doubt me.”

Azriel’s explanation had been essentially the same as Cassian’s with a few more details and a little less slurring of words. She’d rolled her eyes but told them to wait in the lobby while she took Rhys back to her studio.

Feyre had no intention of actually tattooing her very intoxicated boyfriend just because he and his brothers had made a stupid bet. He’d have to be completely sober before she agreed to that.

Guiding Rhys into her back room, she waited until he was sitting on the edge of her large, leather chair before moving to stand between his spread legs. His hands instantly found her waist and she rested her palms on his thighs.

Quirking a brow at her boyfriend, Feyre asked, “Did you actually think you could out drink Cassian?”

Rhys scoffed, “I’m just as big as he is, why shouldn’t I have been able to do it?”

Feyre smirked as Rhys pouted. “Babe, you may be fit,” she huffed a laugh at his raised brow, “okay, fine, extremely fit, but Cass is a tank. And he’s a bartender. There’s no possible way you could’ve won that bet.”

Rhys kept pouting, flexing his fingers over her hips, “You’re supposed to be on my side, Darling.”

She laughed and pecked him on the cheek. “I am, always.” She kissed his lips for good measure. “But I’m going to tease you when you’re being an idiot.”

He used his grip on her hips to pull her towards him for an actual kiss. Feyre stayed wrapped in his arms for as long as she could stand his horrid tequila-drenched breath. Letting her arms loop around his neck and her fingers tangle in his hair, Feyre pulled back.

Rhys let his forehead droop onto her chest and Feyre had the distinct feeling that it was less about the warm comfort of her skin and more about an excuse for Rhys to press his face into her breasts.

“I don’t hear any needles buzzing back there, Fey!” Cassian bellowed from the lobby area. She snorted at the clear sound of a hand hitting someone’s head and the following curse.

She rolled her eyes but kept playing with Rhys’ hair as he mumbled something too muffled for her to understand.

“What was that?” she asked.

Raising his face, he looked at her and winced. “Are you actually going to tattoo me?”

She snickered at the disdain on his features.

“Maybe I should,” she teased, “to teach you a lesson making ridiculous bets.”

Rhys winked. “you can teach me a lesson anytime, Darling.”

Feyre rolled her eyes and was about to retort back when Cassian yelled again, “Baby Arche! We’re not paying you to make out back there!”

She snorted and hollered, “You’re not paying me at all! I’m getting there, don’t rush me.”

Azriel’s voice came next, “We didn’t bring your intoxicated man-child here so the two of you could get it on in the back parlor.”

Rhys snorted and replied back, “You say that like it’s never happened.”

“Rhys.” She hissed, smacking his arm as he chuckled.

“Gross,” two voices audibly gagged from the other room. “You’d better sanitize back there!”

A pause, then a disgusted Cassian said, “You’ve tattooed me on that chair, I don’t want to know what you sickos have done to it.”

Feyre and Rhys snickered before she said, “You might want to avoid the front couch then, too.”

Rhys, still grinning, added, “And the check-out counter—”

“—and the bathroom sink!” Feyre finished.

“Heathens.” Azriel muttered.

Rhys and Feyre laughed at their friends’ obvious disgust.

“I don’t need to hear any more of this,” Cassian insisted. “Ever.”

Feyre rolled her eyes and turned on her machine, allowing the steady buzz of the needle to flow into the waiting area; Cassian’s loud whoop telling her the sound was loud enough.

She carefully set the device on her counter and let the buzz echo through the room as she turned towards a small drawer and pulled out a colorful packet.

Rhys raised an eyebrow at the needle she clearly wasn’t prepping to use on him and watched as she flipped through the pages of whatever she was holding.

She paused on a page and grinned, flipping it around for him to see.

“Do you want a flying bat or one that’s hanging upside down?”

Rhys blinked. Twice. He slowly grinned back at his clever girlfriend as she handed him the sheet of temporary, press-on tattoos.

They were cartoonish-looking designs; the ones made for children that you could use a wet cloth to press onto your skin. He flipped through the rest of the pages to see a variety of other animals and plants, all ready to be cut out and used.

“Is my only choice a bat?” He grinned, looking back up at Feyre to see her already grabbing a scissor and paper towel.

She snorted. “That was what your brothers insisted on.” She took back the packet and carefully cut out the two bats. “They may be drunk enough to think a press-on is a real tattoo, but I don’t know if they’d accept anything else.”

When she held up both bat options for him, he nodded towards the one with outstretched wings. Feyre wet the paper towels and pushed his sleeve up to reveal his toned forearm. After making sure his skin was clean and dry, she gently pressed the bat onto his skin and covered the design with the wet paper towel, allying pressure to keep the image steady.

Rhys reached over with his free hand and grabbed the packet again. “Why do you have these? Besides for saving your boyfriend from a stupid bet?” he finished with a wide grin.

She laughed, still pressing firmly on the tattoo. “I keep them for the kids.”

At his raised brow she rolled her eyes. “Sometimes my clients can’t help but have their kids with them, so I keep the press-ons for those who see their parents and insist they get a tattoo, too.” She snorted at some memory. “I used to have washable markers for them to use but then a few of them would walk out of here looking like some avant-garde painting, so I switched to these. It’s adorable when they hold their cartoon dragon next to their parent’s actual ink.”

Rhys chuckled and Feyre lifted her hand, slowly peeling back the sticky paper to reveal a cute, flying bat.

He flexed his arm, grinning as the movement made the bat’s wings look as if they were flying. “How do I look?”

She leaned in to inspect the bat, making a show of darting between the cartoon and his real tattoos trailing down his arm. “Hmm, I think maybe when you’re sober, I should actually ink this onto you.”

Her grin made him laugh. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss next to the bat, careful not to brush it, and he smiled as she looked back at him.

“How’s it going?” Az’s low voice carried from the front room, making Feyre chuckle and Rhys huff.

She leaned over and expertly turned off the still-buzzing needle before calling back, “Just finished!”

Rhys brought his arm up and laughed again at the small, cheery bat placed between his darker swirls of years-old markings. He locked eyes with Feyre again as she put her supplies away and moved to stand once again between his legs. “You think they’ll buy it?”

She snorted, “Probably not.” She laughed again at his sullen expression. “But I don’t think the bet ever specified the tattoo having to be real.”

Rhys’ grin returned in full force as he brought his hands to Feyre’s face and guided her lips towards his. “You, Darling, are spectacular.”

Laughing again, Feyre leaned out of his reach. “And you, babe, still have horrible breath.”

Rhys rolled his eyes but loosened his grip as she stepped out of his arms, taking her hand as she led them back towards the front lobby.

“Come on,” she said over her shoulder, winking, “let’s show them your new tattoo.”

*****

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