#not so fast haz

[americanbrffan]

Deep Breaths...

Everyone, please, take some deep breaths... just because Harry decided to use The King's diagnosis for some ugly PR, it doesn't mean anything.

What we witnessed today:

H flew into Heathrow and got his motorcade. Congrats, H. ✔️

Based on the length of time between H's arrival and KC & QC's departure for the helicopter, H had "an audience" with his father. An "audience" is a private 20-min meeting with the monarch. Sounds all warm and fuzzy, doesn't it?! 🤭 **That said, we ALL know H wouldn't have been allowed alone with KC. At the very least, Camilla attended as well. And I'm sure her reunion with H went down like a lead balloon. The time they were together was very public. There's NO WAY for H to spin it. ❌

KC & QC quickly left H behind as they very publicly went to Sandringham. KC obviously didn't feel H's arrival was a reason to stay in London. There was also no invitation for H to accompany them. There is NO WAY for H to spin this. ❌

H is staying at the palace undergoing construction. I hope the hammering starts nice and early. 😉 I wonder why he's not staying at St. James' Palace? Oh yeah, because Anne stays there and we all know she's one busy lady who won't put up with his 💩 ❌

William has two engagements tomorrow in Windsor and has stated his priorities are his wife, his children and his father. No meeting will occur with H AND no way for H to spin it. ❌

Harry's trip to England is as obvious as the growing bald spot on his head. He can try to photoshop the heck out of them, but the snubs from his family show exactly what they still think of him, and of his trip.

The rota can write all the speculative articles they want but don't fall for them. The BRF have made their feelings QUITE obvious.

[w2soneshots]

Oh Haz -W2S

words: 0.8k+

warnings: angst, commitment issues.

summary: Harry freaks out and bolts when you tell him that you love him, so he has to figure out a way to make it up to you.

notes: hello loves! I have a few requests to write but I thought of this fic all by myself🙊 (for once😅). I hope you enjoy!!💘🫶🏼

"So you told him that you love him and he just... left?" Talia asked in disbelief as we ate lunch. I nodded. "What a prick! Did he say anything?" "No. He stuttered for a second then got up off the bed, grabbed his coat and made a b-line for the front door." I replied. Me and Harry have been seeing each other for almost four months now and I've known that I love him for over a month. I decided to wait a little while because I didn't want him to freak out but it seems I should've waited even longer.

That night, after talking things over with Talia, all I could think about was him. Worried in case I'd completely fucked everything up. Eventually I decided that it wasn't my fault. If he wasn't ready to commit after a whole four months then maybe he didn't like me as much as I thought he did. I just wanted him to text me because I wasn't sure what was going on. The last time I spoke to him was the night he left, I've heard nothing since then.

The next day I got up and got ready for work. I took a shower, brushed my teeth, pinned my hair back, applied a little bit of makeup then got dressed into a matching skirt and blazer suit along with tights and some black heels. After quickly eating some breakfast I grabbed my bag and drove to the building in which I work.

The day dragged on and so I couldn't wait to get home, get into my pyjamas, order a takeout and watch some trashy tv. Once I was finally finished I said good night to my boss and headed home.

My heels clicked on the tiled floor as I walked towards the front of my apartment. My brows furrowed as I noticed something on my doorstep. Once I was a close enough I realised what it was. I picked up the bouquet of white flowers then unlocked my apartment door and went inside.

I set the flowers on my kitchen counter and walked into my bedroom to change into some comfy clothes. Once I was finished I took a closer look at the roses. A note was placed inside. I pulled it out then opened it. The note read: "I'm sorry about the other day. Can I make it up to you with dinner tomorrow night? -Harry x" I smiled. He could've just sent me a text but this was way cuter and meant a lot more.

I sent him a quick message: "thank you for the flowers. Do you wanna meet at our usual spot at 7 ish?" He replied quickly, "yeah, that's perfect. See u then." I set my phone down and enjoyed the rest of my night but not before I called Talia to tell her about what had happened in the past twenty minutes and she also thought that the flowers were adorable.

After getting a good sleep I woke up in a great mood. Thankfully it was also my day off so I went to run some errands before I came back and began getting ready for mine and Harry's date. I took a warm shower, took time to do my hair and makeup then slipped into a cute dress that I had brought earlier that day. Once I was finished I left my apartment and drove to the restaurant me and Harry always go to; since we both love it and it's where we had our first date.

I parked my car then headed inside. I was quickly met with a waitress who took me to a quiet table at the back. Harry hadn't arrived yet so I sat patiently on my phone while I waited.

"Hey." I looked up to see Harry. "Hi." I stood to greet him. We shared a quick hug before both sitting down. "How are you?" He asked. "Good. You?" It was awkward, which is what I expected. "I feel awful, you know- because of the other day. I owe you an explanation." He began seriously. I smiled lightly at him since I could tell he was very nervous.

He took a deep breath. "I uh- my last relationship was really fast and it ended quickly as well. I think I freaked out because I um- I didn't want the same thing to happen with us 'cause... I love you, like a lot." He didn't look me in the eyes until he said the last sentence. My features softened. "Oh Haz, I understand. We can take it as slow as you need. And I'm really relieved that you feel the same." I replied.

The mood changed quickly and we enjoyed our night like nothing had even happened. Harry invited me over to his apartment afterwards and as we lay together on his bed, my head rested on his chest and his fingers gently playing with my hair, I felt so happy.

[reysdriver]

Growing Up | J.P.

your daughter grows up enough to be added to a family tradition — dad!farmer!james x mom!reader fluff

warnings: none :)

words: 0.5k

Your daughter Ivy had taken her first steps a few days ago, which was not only a joyous occasion for your family, but it was also a moment worth documenting in the name of family memories. 

The feat quickly made it into the baby book, but you wanted to give your baby girl a few days to get more comfortable using her legs before the second part. 

But now it was finally time to add Ivy into an adorable family tradition in the Potter household, and you couldn’t be happier. Once every few months since Harry began to walk, you’ve been marking down his height on the exact same door frame where your husband marked his height when he was growing up. And now Ivy got to mark her growth in that exact same way. 

Oh god, here come the tears. 

No, you can’t cry. You promised James you wouldn’t cry today… right after crying with him in bed the night before.

Right after making the family a nice breakfast with fresh eggs and fruit you and the kids picked yesterday, you sat on the floor while the kids happily stood straight against the wall and James rifled through drawers to find a pencil. 

“Do you think I got taller, Mummy?” Harry asked excitedly. 

“Of course you have!” You replied, squishing his cheeks softly. “You grow so much every day; soon you’ll be as tall as your dad!”

“Or as tall as Uncle Remus!”

As hilarious as that response was, you were glad James wasn’t there to hear that quip. 

But speak of the devil, and your husband came back to the living room with a pencil in his hand and a smile on his face that was identical to the one worn by your son. 

James spun the pencil in between his fingers and bent down closer to your kids’ height. “So, who wants to go first?”

Harry eagerly raised his hand and stood up as tall as he could manage with his feet fully on the ground, and James pencilled a line under Harry’s name and age right beside his head. 

“Look at that, mate.” Your husband announced, pointing to the door frame. “You’re almost exactly my height from when I was your age. Just a little taller, see?”

That news seemed to have made Harry’s whole day. He did an adorable happy dance and you helped Ivy clap her tiny hands in support of her brother’s big achievement. 

“You were right!” Harry told you. “You said I was growing so fast!”

Before you could say anything in response, your husband spoke up. “Your mama’s always right, Haz. Don’t ever forget that.” He punctuated his sentence with a wink in your direction, and you blew him a kiss in return. 

Then James leaned down and invited Ivy over to where Harry was just standing. “Come on, little lady, it’s your turn.”

Ivy stood up against the wall, imitating her brother in her stance, and smiling wide even though she didn’t totally understand what was going on. 

You did promise James you weren’t going to cry, but you were definitely about to break that promise. 

[harryspurpleloofah]

I am not sure if you have seen the performance Harry did at MSG with Kacey Musgraves ("You're Still The One" by Shania Twain), but I would love a one-shot based off of something like that. Maybe the reader is also a singer and she and Harry have been secretly dating and that song is how they announce their relationship? And, of course, I would love for it to be smutty if you feel it. I LOVED "Elevator" and I am about to go and read "A Taste of You Instead".

Hii! Thanks so much for requesting I’d love to write this for you! As a massive Shania Twain fan I loved this show too I’ve seen it and LOVED it. Thanks for reading my work let me know what you think of a taste of you instead 💜 if anyone else has any requests would love to take more

Still The One

(Picture is not mine)

Summary: Harry and Y/N have been dating for a while now but the public has never picked up on it since they e been successful at keeping it low key. One day though Harry and Y/N plan a surprise for their fans at MSG.

TW: swearing, smut, p in v sex but reader is on birth control, nipple play, tit sucking, clit stimulation

The hum of the crowd echoed from the arena beyond, a low, electric thrum that seemed to vibrate through Harry’s chest. He sat on the edge of the couch in his dressing room, pulling on his boots and adjusting his jacket, though his mind wasn’t entirely on the preparations. His thoughts kept drifting to the moment that was fast approaching—the moment everything would change.

His phone buzzed on the table in front of him. He didn’t even need to look at the screen to know who it was. A grin tugged at his lips as he reached for it, his fingers swiping to answer before it could ring again.

“Hey, you ready?”

Her voice was warm and familiar, with a hint of teasing. He could practically picture her, her smile lighting up even over the phone.

“Yeah I’m ready. But I was just making sure you are. You still in?” Harry asked, trying to mask the slight edge of nerves that had crept in.

“Of course,” she replied with that same confident ease that made his heart race every time he heard it. “I’m almost there. Five minutes tops.”

He let out a slow breath, leaning back against the couch as he ran a hand through his hair. “You sure? No backing out now.”

She laughed, the sound low and knowing. “Are you nervous, Haz?”

“Not nervous.” He paused, glancing down at his phone and the growing list of messages and show notes. “Just...figuring out how this is going to go.”

There was a soft chuckle on the other end, and then her voice softened. “You know we’ve been planning this for months, right? It’s just a song, Harry. And it’s ours.”

His heart thudded at the words. Their song. The one they’d practiced in private, their secret duet that would be unveiled for the world to see. He rubbed his thumb over the phone’s screen as if he could touch her through the distance.

“I know. I’m just...” He shook his head, a quiet laugh escaping his lips. “You’re a lot braver than I am.”

“That’s debatable,” she replied. “But don’t worry. I’ll be there in five.”

“See you then. Love you.”

“Love you more. Bye.”

With the call ending, Harry stood up and walked to the mirror, adjusting his jacket one last time. His reflection stared back at him confident and ready for the show of a lifetime. But tonight wasn’t just about the music. Tonight was about her, about them finally stepping into the spotlight, together.

He stepped away from the mirror and turned toward the door. His pulse quickened at the thought of her walking in, her face lighting up as she stepped onto the stage, and how in just a few hours, the whole world would know.

The energy in Madison Square Garden was electric. Harry’s voice still lingered in the air as the final notes of his last song faded out, the crowd still roaring from the performance. He stood center stage, bathed in the golden light of the spotlight, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips as he took a moment to collect himself. The audience's excitement was palpable, the adrenaline of the show still buzzing through him.

He wiped the back of his hand across his forehead, catching his breath, before leaning into the mic. The crowd quieted, the anticipation building in the air like static.

“Alright, alright, thank you so much,” Harry said, his voice warm and steady, yet carrying the hint of something personal, something more intimate. “It’s been an incredible tour so far, and I’ve had the pleasure of sharing the stage with some amazing people.”

He paused, glancing down at his shoes as he chose his words carefully. The crowd, sensing something was coming, leaned in a little closer. Harry smiled softly, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he looked up. “But there’s one person I’ve been lucky enough to share this whole experience with… someone who’s very special to me.”

The murmur of curiosity rippled through the crowd, but Harry wasn’t ready to give it all away just yet. His gaze flickered towards the side of the stage, where you were just about to step out, your silhouette barely visible behind the curtains.

“I’m not going to give too much away,” he continued, his tone light, teasing. “But she’s an incredible talent, someone I respect deeply. We’ve spent a lot of time together on and off the stage, and I couldn’t be more excited for you all to finally see her.”

Harry’s gaze softened, a hint of affection in his smile. He cleared his throat before continuing. “So, without further ado...please welcome someone who is incredibly important to me, and someone who I’m beyond proud to have here with me tonight. Please give it up for the very talented, Y/N!”

The lights shifted, and the crowd erupted into applause as she stepped out onto the stage. As she walked toward him, Harry couldn’t help but smile. It was more than just the crowd’s reaction that made his heart race, it was the sight of her, stepping into the light beside him. The moment they’d been waiting for, where their secret was no longer a secret, and everything they shared would be known to the world.

She took his hand as she joined him on stage, her fingers brushing against his, the familiar warmth of her touch calming the fluttering in his chest. The cheers from the audience were deafening, but Harry couldn’t hear anything over the sound of his own heartbeat thumping in his ears. He squeezed her hand, trying to steady himself.

“You ready?” he asked, his voice low, only for her to hear.

She gave him a soft smile, her eyes full of warmth and confidence. “Course I am.”

And with that, they began to sing.

The familiar chords of "You're Still the One" filled the air, and for the first time, the entire world knew what had been hidden for so long. The connection between them was undeniable. Their voices blended together effortlessly, each note coming from a place of shared history, of countless hours spent together behind the scenes, rehearsing, laughing, and just being.

As they sang the chorus, Harry’s hand found hers once more, their fingers lacing together as they shared the mic. The crowd’s applause had faded into the background, the world shrinking down to just the two of them.

Her heart raced as she looked at him, her eyes meeting his for just a moment, the weight of everything they had hidden suddenly feeling so light. This was their truth. And in that moment, everything felt perfect.

“Thanks so much for having me tonight!” She shouted in the mic over the deafening cheers of the crowd, “I’ll leave you to it.”, she said to Harry with a smile before putting the mic on the stand and waving goodbye as well as blowing kisses to the people of the arena before disappearing backstage.

"Alright, alright," he said, his voice warm and light. "I know, I know…it’s a lot to take in, huh?" His grin widened, and the audience laughed, the tension lifting just a little. "But before we go on, I just want to take a minute. I know some of you might be a little…surprised, but I need to say this."

"Y/N and I have been together for a while now," he started, his voice steady and filled with affection. "We’ve kept it private for reasons that I’m sure most of you can understand, but the thing is…she means the world to me. More than I could ever really put into words."

He let out a small breath, “I’m not here to overshare or get all mushy on you, but I do want to ask one thing, and it’s important to me..please, show her the same respect and kindness that you’ve shown me over the years.”

The audience seemed to soak in his words, the mood shifting from one of curiosity to understanding. Harry smiled, his heart swelling with the quiet, simple truth of what he was saying.

“She’s an incredible person, and I’m so lucky to have her by my side. I just want you all to know that. It’s not any of her fault that she’s dating me and I am who I am and my life comes with some amazing perks that I am so so thankful for. But I think you can all guess there’s a bit of an ugly side to it as well and I don’t want her to see any of that just for the mistake of dating me.”

The crowd had settled down slightly now and fortunately it looked like most if not all of them were understanding what Harry was saying, some nods and cheers accompanying his little speech about her. He smiled before continuing.

“I would like to again remind you all to remember that everyone is a person even celebrities, and we thank you so much for all the love that’s been given to us on your part but we also request that you please don’t make judgements about anyone before knowing hem personally. Thank you so much.”

The crowd cheered along in agreement, a few people already cooing and recording the speech he was making.

“Right enough of the sap we’ve got a show to put on people!”, he grinned widely as the crowd roared for him. He gestured to his band to start playing, “Now Madison Square Garden I’ve got a great song for you so up on your feet and sing along if you know the words it’s Kiwi!”

The thunderous applause was still echoing in Harry’s ears as he walked off the stage, his heart racing from the sheer energy of the performance. His face was flushed, his curls damp with sweat, but he couldn’t stop smiling. The show had been a success, and more importantly, the weight of their secret was finally gone.

He pulled the towel from around his neck and wiped his face as he made his way through the bustling backstage area. His mind was set on finding her, his grounding presence, his partner in everything. And then he saw her.

Y/N stood near his dressing room, her arms crossed casually, but her face lit up the moment their eyes met. She looked radiant, still riding the adrenaline of being on stage with him, and the sight of her made his chest tighten in the best way.

“There you are,” he said, his voice low and filled with warmth as he approached her. He tossed the towel onto a nearby chair and opened his arms, pulling her into a tight embrace.

She melted into him, her hands resting against his back. “You were amazing,” she murmured, her voice muffled slightly against his chest.

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his hands resting on her hips. “We were amazing,” he corrected with a grin. “Couldn’t have done it without you. Seriously, I mean that.”

She shook her head with a laugh. “You’re the one who had them in the palm of your hand all night. I was just along for the ride.”

Harry tilted his head, his gaze soft but unwavering. “You’re not just along for the ride, love. You’re the best part of it.”

Her breath caught at his words, and for a moment, the noise of the world around them seemed to fade. Harry reached up, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his thumb lingering against her cheek.

“I feel so relieved.”

Her smile softened, and she nodded. “Me too. It’s a relief, you know? Finally being able to just…be.”

He studied her face for a moment, his gaze dropping to her lips. “Feels fucking good,” he murmured. His hand slid to her hip, tugging her a little closer, and his voice dropped lower. “You know what else feels good? Watching you out there, in that dress, singing like that…”

She gave him a teasing look. “Harry, you can’t keep it in your pants for one night?”

He laughed softly, shaking his head. “Nope. Not when you look like that.” His hand wandered, brushing along the small of her back, then down to her ass. He gave it a light squeeze, his lips twitching into a smirk when she gasped. “I’ve been thinking about this since soundcheck. You know what you do to me, don’t you?”

“Harry,” she hissed “Someone could see us.”

“Let them,” he shot back, his voice low and thick. “We’re not hiding anymore, remember?”

Her breath hitched when he pressed her back against the wall, his lips ghosting over her jawline. “You’ve been driving me mad all night,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. “You think I’m just gonna walk away after that?”

Her fingers curled into his shirt, her resolve slipping with every word. “You’re so annoying.”

“And you love it,” he said with a grin before finally capturing her lips in a slow, filthy kiss. His hands roamed freely now, sliding over her hips, her ass, pulling her against him so she could feel exactly what she was doing to him.

She moaned softly into his mouth, her hands tangling in his sweaty curls. “We should..probably go somewhere else,” she mumbled against his lips, though her grip on him didn’t loosen.

“Mm,” he hummed, trailing kisses down her neck. “Couldn’t wait that long if I tried.”

But he pulled back to grab her hand. “C’mon. Dressing room. Now.”

Her heart raced as he led her inside, shutting the door behind them with a click. His eyes were dark when he turned back to her, and the way he walked toward her, his shirt already half-unbuttoned, sent a thrill straight through her.

“Now,” he said, his voice rough, “where were we?”

She let out a gasp when his hands slid up her sides, slipping under her dress to grip her thighs. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he pressed her back against the wall of the dressing room.

“You looked so fucking good out there,” he continued, his lips dragging along her jaw and down to her neck. “This dress…every time you moved, I couldn’t stop thinking about what’s underneath.”

“Harry,” she breathed, her voice shaky but edged with want. Her hands moved to his chest, fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. She couldn’t focus enough to undo them properly—not with the way his mouth was working on her skin, his teeth scraping lightly before soothing the sting with his tongue.

“Hmm?” he hummed, the sound vibrating against her throat. “What is it, love? Want me to stop?”

“No! Fuck-don’t,” she shot back, her words more confident than she felt

He grinned against her neck, his hands sliding higher until they were just under the curve of her ass. “Alright love.”

With a firm grip, he lifted her off the ground, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. The move sent her dress riding up her thighs, and the friction of his trousers against her bare skin made her gasp. He carried her over to the couch in the corner of the room, sitting down with her straddling him.

The position gave him full access, and he wasted no time letting his hands wander, slipping under the thin straps of her dress to push them off her shoulders. She helped him along, her breathing shallow.

“Fuck,” he groaned, leaning back slightly to take her in. His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, and the way her back arched into his touch made his cock throb against the tight confines of his underwear.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he muttered, his eyes dark as they flicked up to meet hers, “you’re on the pill right?”

“Yeah-yeah I am.”

She reached down, her fingers deftly working to undo his belt. He helped her along, lifting his hips just enough to shove his trousers down, his boxers quickly following.

Her eyes dropped to him, her lips parting as she took him in. Harry’s breath hitched at the look on her face, and he couldn’t stop himself from leaning up to kiss her again, rougher.

“Come here,” he whispered, his hands gripping her hips as he helped her lift herself over him. The anticipation made his head spin, and when she finally sank down onto him, both of them let out matching groans.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he muttered, his hands gripping her tighter as he tried to stay still and give her a moment to adjust. But she didn’t wait, her hands braced on his shoulders as she began to move, slow and deliberate at first.

The way she rolled her hips had him biting his lip to hold back a string of curses. “You’re gonna kill me,” he said, his voice strained.

Her response was a breathy moan, her nails digging into his shoulders as she picked up the pace. The room filled with the sound of their bodies moving together, her quiet gasps and his low groans mixing in a way that made it impossible to think about anything else.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his hands guiding her movements. “Just like that. Keep going—fuck—you feel so good.”

She leaned forward, her forehead resting against his as she moved faster, the pleasure building between them. “Harry,” she whimpered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their heavy breathing.

His mouth was on her then, hot and wet as he sucked her nipple into his mouth.

“Fuck,” she gasped, her back arching as his teeth grazed her. The other breast wasn’t neglected for long, his free hand kneaded it, his thumb circling her nipple while his tongue flicked over the other.

“Always so good for me,” he murmured against her skin, his lips moving to the curve of her breast before sucking another mark into her flesh.

His fingers found her clit. He rubbed slow, deliberate circles, watching her face closely as her head fell back and her mouth parted.

“Harry,” she whimpered, her hips bucking against his hand.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, his lips finding her neck again.

With the combination of his finger rubbing her clit and his cock sliding in and out if her again and again, she found it easy to let go for him. She came with a guttural moan and he soon followed suit.

They stayed like that for a moment, tangled together on the couch, their heavy breaths the only sound in the small room. Harry’s forehead rested against Y/N’s, his hands lazily tracing patterns on her back as they came down from the high.

“Still with me, love?” he asked softly, a teasing lilt in his voice as he brushed a damp strand of hair from her face.

She gave a breathless laugh, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. “Barely,” she admitted, her fingers sliding over his chest, tracing the faint lines of his tattoos.

“Good,” he said with a smirk, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Means I’m doing my job.”

She rolled her eyes, but her smile didn’t fade. “Fuck you.”

“Love you too.”

“It feels good, doesn’t it? Finally being able to be us.”

“Better than good,” he said, tilting her chin up so she had to meet his eyes. “Having you out there with me, hearing the crowd cheer for you, knowing we don’t have to hide anymore..it’s everything I’ve ever wanted.”

Her heart swelled at his words, and she leaned in to kiss him softly, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment. When she pulled back, she grinned, her fingers lightly tugging at his messy curls.

Y/N groaned dramatically, burying her face further into his neck. “Don’t wanna move.”

“Neither do I,” he admitted, brushing his nose against her hair. “But I reckon we’ll both feel better getting home. You good enough to slide off me, sweetheart?”

She nodded, sitting up slowly with his hands steadying her hips. He winced slightly as they parted, the loss of her warmth immediate but softened by the sight of her fixing her dress.

He adjusted himself, pulling his boxers and trousers back into place before standing to grab his shirt. As he buttoned it up, he glanced over at her, catching the soft smile she sent his way.

He grabbed his car keys from the side table, “get dressed baby honey we’ll go home.”

She stretched but soon got up and put on her clothes. That night they got home and enjoyed each other’s company to the fullest along with Legally Blonde, two cups of hot chocolate and a beautiful atmosphere of relief and warmth.

[theresthesnitch]

Sirius woke up to the sound of heavy footsteps running up the stairs. He smiled, realizing it meant Harry was home, but it took Remus shifting in his arms to remember exactly what position they were about to be found in.

Remus lifted his head and seemed to realize what they were hearing a moment after Sirius, but Harry's footsteps were on the landing. They hadn't talked about what they were, much less what they were going to tell Harry, and he was about to find them naked in bed together. Sirius panicked and pushed Remus onto the floor on the far side of the bed just before Harry opened the door.

“Sirius!” Sirius turned around and pat the bed next to him. Harry hopped up and leaned into Sirius’s hug. “Sleeping in?”

“Um, yeah.” Sirius pulled the blanket tighter around his hips. “Remus and I were up late last night.” He hoped Harry didn’t ask questions about it.

Instead, Harry blushed. “Yeah, uh. I was too.”

Sirius laughed. “Oh, were you? Want to tell me about it?”

Harry smiled. “Sure, but can we wait for Remus too? Where is he? He wasn’t in his room.”

Sirius was sure that Harry would be able to tell that Remus was in the room by the way his heart rate changed. “Uh, maybe he is in the bathroom?”

"No, it was open."

"The kitchen?"

Harry shook his head. "I flooed into the kitchen."

Sirius pressed his lips together, thinking fast. "Maybe he went to pick up breakfast?"

Harry pulled back from the hug to look up at Sirius in confusion. "You think Remus woke up early to go get breakfast after you both were up late? Remus?"

"He knew you were coming!" Sirius covered quickly. "He might have set an alarm."

Harry stopped to consider that for a moment, then looked excited. "Do you think he's getting donuts? Cause I could really go for one now."

Sirius laughed. "You know, he might be!"

Harry scooted to the edge of the bed. "I'm going to go put my bag away and then make tea. I bet he'll want a cuppa by the time he gets here."

"You're probably right. Make me one too, Haz? I'm probably going to shower real quick."

Harry looked back with a smile. "Of course. I wouldn't forget you." Harry turned and walked out of the room.

Sirius scrambled to the far edge of the bed. “Remus? Oh Merlin, I’m so sorry.”

Remus peaked out from under the bed. “You know, I’ve had some pretty bad experiences the morning after hooking up with a guy, but I think shoved out of bed and forced into buying breakfast just might top all the rest.”

Sirius swallowed hard. “Sorry, it was just he was coming in, and I panicked. We hadn’t talked about us or what to tell Harry and–”

“And now I’m going out to get breakfast.” Remus slid out from under the bed fully now, and moved to start putting on clothes.

“I’m so sorry about that.” Sirius sat on the edge of the bed. “I’ll go if you want me to instead. You don’t have to.”

“And what, do you have some polyjuice sitting around so I can be you for the next hour?” Remus shook his head and pulled his trousers up. “It’s fine.”

Sirius bit his lip as he watched Remus dress. “I know we just talked last night about me fighting for you, but this is not me not fighting for you. It’s just–it’s Harry, and I’m–”

“Harry is your priority.” Remus looked at him with a smile, and Sirius felt his pulse settle a bit. “I’m not mad. He should be your priority. It was also kind of funny listening to you scramble for an explanation. I’ll go out and get breakfast now. Donuts, apparently.”

“I’ll pay for them. You can get some money out of my wallet.”

Remus snorted. “You’re damn right, you’re paying. I’m getting myself a coffee too.”

“Whatever you want. A breakfast roll, too. Or an extra donut.” Sirius grabbed his hand. “Are we alright?”

Remus stepped closer, legs pressed against Sirius’s knees over the edge of the bed. He cupped Sirius’s face, stroking his thumb over his cheekbone. “You still like me?”

Sirius bit back the retort that Remus used the wrong L word, and merely answered, “Yes.”

Remus leaned forward and brushed his lips against Sirius’s. “Then yes, we’re alright. We’ll talk about it later, when Harry is busy or whatever.”

“I’d really like that.”

[glassedplanets]

i cannot believe it's taken me this long to do a destiny AU but wow better late than never

playing very fast and loose with both canons here - pirate crews = renegade clans, marines/world gov't = vanguard (sorry actual vanguard whomst i love). the one piece is the traveler??? who knows. anyways:

luffy, human lightbearer

subclass: yippee!

loadout: wahoo!

ghost: mugi, one-of-a-kind shell given to him by shanks as a kinderguardian. the shell seems to change when he supers. What's Up With That!

all prismatic all the time, basically a dark age guardian. zero boundaries between class and subclass. just does whatever is fun. doesn't care until he Does and then you're fucked.

regularly wears (steals) class items from clanmates, it was a little alarming at first but they all feel whatever about it now

should not be trusted with raid mechanics.

zoro, awoken titan

subclass: strand

primary: breakneck (OG roll)

secondary: ergo sum (void/caster/wolfpack)

heavy: falling guillotine (OG godroll, WWB/relentless)

exotic: stoicism (inmost/star-eater or inmost/synthos)

ghost: wado, received from kuina after her death (don't think about this too hard. jaren ward/shin malphur situation. whatever). wado's shell was cloven by mihawk in a duel.

wears sanji's old bond looped into his mark, will not answer questions about this

specced hard into banner for a fuckoff insane melee loop, rotates melee buffs with luffy and sanji

mostly DPS/add clear, uses that ergo roll so that sanji/luffy/franky (haz prop) can get wolfpack, if the boss can't be meleed then Why Is He Even Here

flat-out banned from participating in the mechanics of several raid encounters on account of going to the wrong fucking place (vault, gatekeeper, sol inherent, totems, etc.), if he gets torn between dimensions or anything but first in queenswalk then everyone just has to desperately pray for the best.

ran vanguard bounties regularly until he eventually refused to cooperate with the then-head of the cosmodrome's operations; luffy found him with kuina's ghost bound and freed them both. The Rest Is History.

distributary-born but doesn't know (or care), kept being greeted weirdly by people in the dreaming city (which i guess is where we have wano's events......... kaido is literally a dragon, so)

VJ-G-66-03 sanji, human (?) warlock

subclass: prismatic, solar super

primary: fatebringer (OG fatebringer roll™)

secondary: tarrabah

heavy: apex predator (recon/B&S)

exotic: solipsism (assassin/synthos)

ghost: mignon, received from zeff after voluntarily giving up his light for sanji

wears zoro's old mark tied below his bond, will not answer questions about this

specced into Burn Motherfucker Burn, solar buddy + snaps, frontline add clear alongside luffy and zoro, also part of the "if the boss can't be meleed/snapped then why am i even here" gang

CAN be trusted with raid mechanics but is often better utilized keeping adds off the other half of the fireteam

sanji's body is riddled with vintech implants that don't seem to do anything. they're most definitely new, and sanji wasn't rezzed that long ago, but vintech was lost in the collapse along with everything else and the only thing that really survived is a bunch of muddled records found at old vega collective sites.

sanji was the vintech patriarch's one failed experiment; his consciousness refused transfer to an exo body and after many attempts, he was discarded but managed to survive through the kindness of dark-age guardians until he was taken in by zeff.

he has three vertical black facial markings; each experiment has a number of markings corresponding to their order (and color) in the sequence.

and other straw hats! i have a little less about them, but:

nami, human hunter

subclass: arcstaff (Throw Stick/well of bad/i don't remember its actual name)

primary: patron of lost causes

secondary: riskrunner

heavy: stormchaser

exotic: liar's handshake

ghost: zeus, stolen from big mom (tangerine shell)

(was tempted to do stormcaller unlimited power but arcstaff is... you know)

usopp, human hunter

subclass: solar, precision goldie

primary: succession

secondary: trinity ghoul

heavy: scintillation

exotic: nighthawk

ghost: merry (sheepshead shell)

can and should be trusted with raid mechanics along w/ nami

and the rest of the crew i'm not 100% set on buuuuut:

chopper: exo warlock (well of radiance)

robin: awoken warlock (strand? void?)

franky: exo titan (thundercrash)

brook: exo hunter (stasis)

jinbei: awoken titan (stasis? arc?)

misc others:

law: awoken prismatic hunter, blinky knife

reiju-0: exo void hunter, tether + smoke bomb, le monarque

ichiji-1: exo solar hunter, blade barrage

niji-2: exo arc titan, striker, ACD/0

yonji-4: exo strand titan

and textless, glow-less versions if you got this far!

[comfortficfest]

Comfort Fic Fest 2024 Masterpost

Here is a list of all the wonderful fics we've got in the first edition.

Cuddlebug by Sun_flwr

When the call from the adoption agency finally calls, Harry and Louis are surprised to discover that they have been tentatively paired with a young pup named Rami, who suffers from a multitude of issues stemming from the abandonment he’s suffered. But no matter the challenges, they know they will do everything they can to care for and love this pup as if he was their own.

The Bear Necessities by @silverstuff50

It’s taken nine tries, and nearly twenty quid, but Louis has won the bear. Harry’s been eyeing it up since they arrived at the fairground earlier, and every time they’d walked past the shooting gallery his boyfriend’s eyes had gone all big and hopeful. Louis can never resist that look. So while Harry had gone to find the loo, Louis decided to win him the huge, soft teddy bear as a surprise for when he returned. How hard could it be? Nine tries later, with Harry now at his side to cheer him on, he eventually manages to hit all the targets with his five shots, and the massive bear is finally in his gorgeous boyfriend’s arms.

I just wanted you to know (this is me trying) by @calumsboy

Harry pulls the cupcake out of his mouth, and looks at it. Chocolate flavoured with gummy bears and coca cola bottle gummies falling off the frosting. Yum. Louis' laughing at the sight of a pink Harry, and so Harry flips him off. That just makes him laugh harder. Asshole. Harry doesn't bother wiping the frosting off just yet. He likes the sound of Louis' giggles too much to really want to end them. But what he does do, is collect some frosting on the tip of his finger and place the dollop on Louis' scrunched-up-from-laughter nose. "Cute little bunny."

Puppy (Baby, I'm Pawrfect for You) by @yoursolosong

“So… what are we naming him?” “I think ‘Puppy’ is fitting.” “Haz… that's like me calling you ‘human’” Harry pouted his cute little pout and Louis wished he could kiss it off his face. Louis let out a sigh, “Puppy it is.”

In an octopus's garden with you by @liminalkittyfics

Autistic alpha Harry, a teacher, spends an overwhelming day on a field trip to the aquarium. Luckily, his omega, Louis, knows just what he needs.

Safe Place To Hide Us Away by @lunarheslwt

Weighed down by everyday stress, alpha Harry takes up nesting in secret. It takes a load of missing clothes and unravelling lies for him to realise that his omega would love and accept him no matter what.

Always Room For Pie by @leighllbealright

Gemma looks up at Louis. “You know what I realized the other day, Petunia?” “Hm?” Louis hums, not looking away from Poppy’s face. “In just a couple of weeks, it will have been a year since the day we met.” Louis freezes. “That…” His eyes wander across the room, taking everything in. “That can’t be… That can’t be right…” “Oh, but it is, my sweet Petunia,” Gemma can’t help but smirk. “Life moved awfully fast last year.” He turns to her, shock still all over his face. “A ye-ar?” He asks, turning the word into two syllables. She held a finger up. “One year.” “One year?!” He whispers. Gemma’s eyebrow jumps. “We could say it a few more times if you’d like?” She snickers, tilting her head and looking at him like he’s an idiot.

Louis and the Very Terrible, No Good Sleep by @nooradeservedbetter

Louis had always been used to sleeping in a puppy pile back home. It was something that just happened, with all of his siblings being omegas, they just ended up in a giant nest all together, and Louis loved to cuddle in the warmth, and breathe in the familiar scent of home. He hadn’t thought much about it when, after graduating from the local uni, he got a job offer in Brighton and had to leave the family den.

You Helped Me Through The Darkness by @sandrahasfaith28

What happens when Louis, who has only been aware of his submissive tendencies for a few years and was abused in his first BDSM relationship, meets Soft Dom Harry as his therapist.

We Chase the Stars to Lose Our Shadow by 50secsoflarry

Insomniac and someone professionally cuddling with them to fall asleep....They fall in love.

Good Soup by grapejuiceblues85

Harry is sick, Louis decides to be a good husband

My Hands At Risk, I Fold by @yourgorgeouscolors28

"Sometimes, when Louis first wakes up, he thinks he’s back in the hospital, and panic hits him." Or, Harry is a famous popstar, Louis is a famous football player and one injury changes everything.

Hold Me Tight, Don't Let Go by hssattelite28

Louis walked up to the front office to submit his paperwork, having finally secured his new job as a middle school guidance counselor. That is, until he was told that when he signed on the dotted line, they negated to highlight a few key points. For instance, teachers and staff only obtain paid time off during their cycles after they’ve completed 5 years in the district. If they take the time off before that, whoever substitutes gets paid out of the teacher’s final wages. He was then gently directed to the nurses office, where he could obtain a “Suppressants and Me” pamphlet and a number to the town’s doctor’s office. Or, Louis has to go on new suppressants, and they come with some unexpected side effects.

It Must Have Been The Wind by @goldensweetmemory

A small smile appeared on Louis’ face as his thumb hovered over the perfect song to play in this situation. He wanted to make sure Harry knew that he was always going to be an open ear for him, no strings attached and absolutely no judgment. And also the song was kind of annoying as fuck. Way too overplayed. But the message was clear. Lean On Me began playing through the speaker, the volume increasing as Louis held down the side button on his phone. The smile never faded as he lit his new cigarette, bringing it to his lips. The voices upstairs quieted down, a silence stretching and wrapping itself around the upstairs apartment just in time for the first chorus to play. He heard the sliding door click shut just before the second verse. He just hoped Harry understood.

Do you still remember feeling young by @Kleep

Harry and Louis are in the kitchen, just putting the finishing touches on dinner when Lucas comes home from work. What that really means, is that Harry is cooking and Louis sits at the kitchen island drinking a beer, watching Harry cook, happy the task is back in Harry’s hands. In the back of Louis’ mind, he knows that if Lucas was intending to talk to them tonight, dinner is his opportunity. While nervous, Louis hasn’t mentioned the impending talk to Harry even once tonight. When they start eating dinner he tries to be the very picture of cool, calm and collected. Louis has only taken about 3 bites of his meal when Lucas finally brings it up. “You know how I wanted to talk to you guys, right? Louis isn’t sure if he should put his fork down for this and give Lucas his complete attention, or just keep eating and let Lucas have the space to say what he needs to say. He decides on keeping it light, casual, nodding in Lucas’ direction.

The sign on your heart (it's reserved for me) by @darkinfinity

The one where Louis Tomlinson is a single dad and is finally allowing himself to start dating. Insert Harry Styles, a charming coffee shop owner who sweeps him off his feet.

In All Your Gorgeous Colours by @loudloudlove

Harry Styles is just your average 20-something. He followed his soul to a new town and now he works hard as a barman and lives alone in his little house. That is until he's swept off his feet... literally. When Harry regains consciousness, his entire world has changed. Everything that was once black and white is now flooded with colour. And the first person he sees is his soulmate...Liam. What Harry didn't count on was Liam's best mate...Louis. What is it about him that Harry just can't let go of? Why has his entire world been turned around? And is it really possible to walk away from your soulmate to chase a dream?

Route 43 by @elleseekeepdriv

When Louis' car breaks down, he's forced to take the bus to university every day. Little does he know that he will fall for the shy and sometimes overwhelmed curly boy who is always reading at the bus stop. The 43 turns out to be the best thing that happens to them...or is it each other?

Please Tell Me That You've Got Me by colourfulsuitmoon

A world where the nickname your soulmate will call you appears on your chest on your 18th birthday and Harry wakes up with the only name he hates.

Just a Minute More by kingofthefridaynight

“Look,” Harry said now, tapping Louis repeatedly on his thigh. There it was, the proud beam on Harry’s face, as he showed off a piece of fabric in a wooden circle. The bright yarn in the middle vaguely resembled a flower. Either way, Louis smiled, “It’s beautiful, angel.” “You recognise it?” Harry asked with a teasing smirk, wagging the hoop a little into Louis’ direction. “Or are you just being nice?” Harry knew him too well. He could read him like a book. That’s what marriage is about though, Louis figured, as he tried to squint at the flower to see what it was supposed to resemble. “I’m sorry, love,” Louis confessed after a second. “Tell me, though?” Or, a rainy day in bed, where all they do is enjoy each other’s company.

A Perfect Match by @AmITooLate2

Prompt: Louis and his best friend Zayn go on a blind double date. Louis finds his date to be Liam and Zayn finds his to be Harry. Oh, but Louis and Harry are soulmates. (Ziam can be too).

Well Versed In All Things You by Read321718

Louis has a migraine he's been hiding from Harry and Harry knows just how to care for him.

Oh, those summer nights! by unbrxkenhabits

Between sunsets, horseback ridings, waterfalls, movie nights and football matches, Louis and Harry get to feel the sweet taste of a young love.

[haileybeehappy]

Cabana Break

Word count : 1.4k

Warnining : Oral (f receiving) fingering, swearing, dom harry?

Summary : Harry eats you out on vacation.

Harry had booked a small beach front house on an island in the middle of the Caribbean. Almost twenty four hours of travel and terrible jet lag later you crawl into the bed in the cabana wearing only your swim suit. The straps digging into your shoulders uncomfortably. Harry was still in the house showering as you dozed to sleep to the sound of the crashing waves and tropical birds in the distant trees.

Your body fully relaxed basically floating away from the mattress as your brain settles to sleep. You hear the sliding door open and close, followed but Harry’s bare footsteps walking across the pool deck tiles.

“Love?” He whispers. Checking your state of consciousness.

“Mm” is all you can get out as the mattress dips from the weight of his body climbing next to you.

“Sleepy huh?” His arm comes to wrap around your waist, his leg lazily thrown over your hips and he nuzzles his face into your neck, pulling in a big breath of air and releasing a long sigh.

“So tired,” you whine out. His weight lulling you to sleep. He starts to place lazy kisses on the pulse point if your neck. You capture his head between your neck and shoulder. “Leave me alone,” it comes out whinier than intended.

“I’m sorry lovie,” he places one last kiss against your skin before laying back and bringing his hand up to your face. “I just can’t help myself. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on,” a blush spreads across your face and neck. Causing your already warm body to heat up. A small smile teases your lips.

“I love you Haz,” you let out as a sigh more than words.

“I love you,” his thumb rubs across the curve of your bottom lip. “So much,” you part your lips. Slowly his thumb enters your mouth. Even with your limbs heavy with sleep and your brain fighting to stay awake your body submits to him. You can feel him harden against your hips. twitching and pulsing underneath the thin swim shorts. You open your eyes to finally look at him. His green irises are filled with lust. His sunglasses pushed up on top of his head keeping his hair out of his eyes. With that famous loose curl dancing across his forehead in the wind. A smirk splayed on his lips. “Always so good for me,” he moans as your tongue circles his thumb. He pops his thumb out from between your lips and grasps your chin bringing you in for a kiss. You hum into his mouth and his teeth graze your flushed mouth.

“Thought you were tired?” He laughs as your hands begin to roam his shirtless torso. Feeling his muscles ripple under your touch. As your fingers whisper across his skin he twitches and flinches away. "That tickles," he swats your hand away.

“You started it,” your voice croaks out. Still sleepy. Reaching out to grasp at him.

“Lay back baby,” he demands. Your back lays flat against the mattress. He rises above you. Slipping his knees on other side of you and capturing your head between his hands. He kneels over you like a lion that’s caught his prey. “Gonna make you feel good baby, okay?” You nod. He begins placing needy wet kisses against your neck and collar bones. His hands grab at your wrists and pin them above your head. He nips and sucks at your breasts leaving scarlet marks behind.

You want nothing more than to grip his curls between your fingers but his hold on your hands prevent you from moving. You pull at his tattooed ring clad binds. Which earns you a smile from him you can feel against your skin. His teeth nipping at you once again.

“You wanna touch huh baby?” He squeezes your wrists in his hands.

“Please Haz,” you whine. He lets go of your wrists.

“Only cause you asked so nicely,” he then quickly moves down your body and in one lightning fast move pulls off your bikini bottoms. You let out a yelp and grasp at the fabric covering the cushions below you to ground yourself. A chuckle vibrates through his body. Your knees instinctively fall to the sides leaving your center open for the taking. Harrys eyes devour you. Hands lightly hold your ankles and he slowly trails his fingers up your leg. With the curve of your calves. Around your knees. Pressing deeper into your skin as he reaches your thighs. Palms connecting to the soft tissue of your inner thighs as he lowered himself down so he’s eye level with your pussy.

His lips following the train of his hands. He then hooks his arms around your legs and pulls you to his mouth. Licking a slow stripe through your folds your head drops back to the bed and a moan unlike any sound you’ve made before leaves your throat. His mouth seals around your clit and sucks ever so lightly at the tense bundle of nerves. You pick up your hips and try to grind into him but his arms hold you in place. As he continues to lick and suck on you, your fingers pull at the sheet. Knuckles white and achy as you try to continue pushing yourself towards him. His tattooed arm unlatches from your leg and he grasps your hand in his and places it on your head. Your opposite hand follows in suit knocking the sunglasses off his head and they fall back into the ground with a clatter.

“Always taste so sweet,” he moans. More to himself than you. He preps himself onto his elbow and brings his fingers to your folds massaging them as he lightly blows air over you. You let out a string of whines and curses as he teases your entrance.

“Please Harry. I want you,” you moan as you pull at his hair.

“So pretty when you clench around nothin baby. Could watch you like this all day,” he smiles. As his two fingers dive into your center. Your hips quickly jump off the bed before he pushes you back down.

“Holy shit please fuck,” the words mesh together as he continues to pump into you. Attaching his mouth back to your clit. His fingers hitting the spongy place inside you and making you moan so loud the cooks in the next building could probably hear you. “Please Harry please,” you chant as you can feel your orgasm reaching closer.

“Cum for me baby. Come on. Give it to me,” you pull at his curls as a wave hits you. Your orgasm pulling away your sight and hearing and all you could do was feel. His mouth on your clit. His fingers inside of you. His hair between your fingers as you pulse against him. The vibrations of his moans as you come down from your high. Your breathing still heavy and erratic you open your eyes and look down at Harry. Relaxing your hold on his hair he drops his head to rest on your thigh. He kisses the skin he can reach without moving and his eyes catch yours. “Did so good for me baby, go to sleep,” you shake your head.

“What about you?” You ask pushing yourself to support your weight on your elbows. He smiles sheepishly.

“Got that covered,” his cheeks flush red. He brings himself up into his knees and you see a dark spot staining his yellow swim shorts. You smile and look back to his face. He shrugs. “The fact that you can get me off just by the taste of you baby,” a proud smile on his lips. “Fucking amazing,” he drops down next you and sheds the dirty shorts. Kicking them off the mattress.

You sit up and untie the swim top and fling it off the bed, landing next to his sunglasses. You crawl to the edge of the bed to grab the black Ray-Bans. His hand lands on your ass with a smack as you grasp the plastic. You shoot up with your mouth hung open in shock.

“Ow!” You exclaim turning to him. "Harry!"

“You can’t just dangle it in from of me and not expect me to play with it,” he laughs as he rubs his red handprint on your ass. You fall back into him and settle into his side. Tossing the glasses at him. He raises them up to look and there’s a crack across the lens. The arm crooked.

“Oops,” you shrug as he smiles and puts them on.

“Fucking always breaking my shit,”

“Such a dirty mouth styles,”

“You weren’t complaining a minute ago,” he laughs as he chucks the glasses out of the cabana. Wrapping his arms around you as you slowly drift to sleep.

Masterlist

[klilyr]

Jegulus raising Harry microfic: 640 words

“Um… dad?”

Regulus looked up from his paper to see a very nervous looking Harry fidgeting with his pajama sleeves, looking down at his slippers. He glanced over to James who was magically washing up their breakfast dishes.

“Which one of us are you talking to there, Haz?”

“Both. Or, uh, either, I guess…” Harry mumbled, still not meeting his eye.

Regulus was struck with how much the boy had grown over the past year. He would be heading back to Hogwarts in a few days, the Christmas break was rapidly coming to an end, and Regulus could hardly believe how fast the time had flown. He was dreading Harry’s upcoming departure, if he was being honest with himself, he loved having him home so much.

He would be fifteen before they both knew it.

James set the last of the plates back in the cupboard and came to sit beside Regulus, both looking at Harry with curiosity, wondering what it is that has him so nervous.

“We’re all ears, hamster,” James said, warmly.

“I think…” Harry started but trailed off quickly, his cheeks burning red and the two men exchanged another glance with each other, anxiety spiking.

“IthinkIlikeaboy,” Harry blurted out, so quickly, that it took a second for the actual words to register in Regulus’ brain.

“You think you like a boy?” James clarified, a smirk appearing on his handsome face.

“Yes.”

“Which boy?” Regulus asked, “Ron?”

“Merlin no! I mean, yes, obviously I like Ron, but not like that!” The shock of the question had, finally, made Harry raise his head to look at his dads in disbelief.

“Dean? Neville? Seamus?” James started listing off names, face twisted in thought and Regulus laughed. It was just like James to immediately name every single boy he could think of until he hit the right one.

“No! It’s none of them! It doesn’t matter who it is, I just wanted you to know,” Harry said exasperatedly, face still a deep shade of crimson.

“Thank you for telling us, mon cheri, we love you and we will be here if you have any questions, at any time,” Regulus said, pointedly looking at James.

“Cedric Diggory!” James yelled, triumphantly, “I knew he was distracting you during that Quidditch match we came to see! You can’t let cute boys take your mind off the game, kid.”

“Oh like you’re one to talk,” Regulus muttered under his breath, which earned him a playful slap to his shoulder.

“It’s not my fault you know how to handle a broom so well,” James muttered back which caused the teenager in front of them to groan loudly.

“It’s not Cedric! Merlin!” Harry’s head fell into his hands, “It’sdracomalfoy.”

“Dra… did I hear you right?” James gaped at his son before turning to Regulus, “did he just say Draco Malfoy?”

Regulus couldn’t respond, he was biting the inside of his cheek trying not to laugh and embarrass their son any further.

“Yes. I know he’s mean but I can’t stop thinking about him. He’s smart and he’s really good at flying and even when he calls me names, my heart starts beating really fast and he has lovely hair and when he’s thinking in class, he gets this little frown line between his eyebrows and…” Harry trails off again, very aware he’s just said too much, “anyway… I just thought you should know. Okay, I’m going to go over to Ron’s now.”

Harry rushed out of the room before either man could say anything and James turned to Regulus in disbelief.

“Draco Malfoy?” James stammered, horror painting his face, “that little ferret is horrible to him!”

Regulus just turned back to his paper, lifting it high enough to cover his grin.

“Ah Jamie, it seems history really does repeat itself, hmm?”

(written for @shoopsthereitis as part of a Xmas ss exchange. I adore you sar, I'm so pleased to be your friend xxx)

[luffyvace]

Hello first of all- Omg my new fav author I LOVE UR WRITING SM LIKE ???? APBDISBRQKOZ

I found your blog form the author!Reader the anon who ask haz a creative mind I loved the 2 post sm I already got addicted to it I hope u Dont mind me requesting sm form it

Imagine Kusuo getting a notification (he seems like the one has his phone on dnd but has his notification open for his s/o in all media) of her post sm in one of there public social platform saying "I'm turning into my emo phase if this writer block doesn't move on form me " and when checking her private acc (the it's only access for him and her older friend) she is all memes about her writer block and her saying "if I stop writing I give all my books and series to you my friend" just her and overreacting to her block writer

Hiii!! THANK YOU CUTIE!! It always makes me so happy to hear I can share my hobbies with others <3 ahhh I see! Of course I don’t mind dear :)

ohh so if I’m getting this right it’s Saiki finding readers second blog (in which she mostly posts unserious stuff about her writers block) I believe I get what ya mean :}

*･..°•*:.｡:3･.｡.:*･..*°.･

Lol if feel like almost every writer has they’re side blogs or blog where they not a writer they just read other’s stuff

and to me this blog seems like a kinda funny vent blog where reader can just complain about her writers block whenever she has it

LOL imagine going inactive on that acc for weeks and saiki’s wondering if you forgot about it or forgot the password but you just simply have had a lot of motivation lately

then all the sudden you come back and your rebloging all types of relatable author memes and making posts about how ‘your going emo because you have writers block’

honestly it’s kinda ironic to him

he likes your posts on both accounts to support even when your do have writers block

cuz who’s likes a guy who ups and leaves when you don’t have motivation?

the first time you threatened to give your books away he knew you were joking but at the same time he was like ‘wait don’t give all your books away they can’t write it as well as you can 😀’

’kusuo I’m joking’

🧍

‘me too I knew that’

(“Thank goodness..her books were the only thing keeping me sane from those nuisances..”)

- In Saiki’s head

he doesn’t get all the writer memes bc he’s not an author, obviously he’s not stupid so he does find some funny

i feel he doesn’t post on social media but if a post of yours does particularly good he’ll repost it

i think I touched up on him being supportive before but yeah I’m gonna say it it again bc it truly is an honorable mention

‘(Name/pen name) has posted!’

- notification

👆💥📲

- Saiki

the emoji combo was terrible but basically that’s him about to break his screen from how hard he clicked

he’s always the first one on your posts and interacts every way possible

except comments..

which sucks cuz it boosts it a lot but he just doesn’t interact online 😭

if it’s a social media where you can see who liked, aiura and torisuka always tease Saiki for being the first like every time

“Dang your a real simp huh? Your the first like on her every post!”

- Aiura

”MAN! You don’t miss a beat do ya Saiki? I can never beat you to it 😭”

- Toritsuka

“wow..you beat me once again. The second the notification pops up you’ve already liked, reblogged and shared before I can even click on it. That’s impressive I must say, but it’s also quite annoying because I would like to be the first one to support (name) one day. In fact you do everything first! You get the books before they publish! You like all her posts first! Satire or not too!- yadda yadda yadda..”

- Akechi

“you don’t even respond to me that fast! Sometimes you leave me on read or delivered for 2 days before you answer me”

- Kaido

Saiki also sees that your friend likes your second acc too

which he would figure since you two are close

ehehe..a bit short dearest but I hope it brings you joy regardless~ 😅💞

I have much to get out..need to be more active..

[aspiffygoat]

So you want to be cared for, huh?

Two words: Maslow’s pyramid.

(Info from Spiffy Ref sheet.)

Creating a goal:

Height: 9ft (274cm) [Incredibly tall goat boi…]

Start BMI: 21.7 359lbs (163kg) [Cursed slim Spiffy…]

End BMI: 45.0 745lbs (338kg) [Wholesome big boy Spiffy~!]

Essentials:

Diet: (This is what Spiffy can haz.) [This is what goats can have to eat]

Barley, peas, corn, wheat, soybean, canola, whole grain breads, oats, molasses, rice, various nuts. celery. cheese, milk.

Meal plan:

Starting with 3 meals and snacks then 4 meals and escalating slowly until you have:

Breakfast. Brunch. Lunch. Second Lunch. Dinner. Supper. And finally: Dessert!

An allotted 2 cheat days a month. (You can have cake sometimes, big boy. :) )

Exercise:

Light jog for 1 hour a day (Light exercise for cardiovascular health.)

Sleep Schedule:

Wake up at 8am.

Wind down by 7pm or 8pm.

Be in bed by 12am at the very latest. (YOU NEED SLEEP!!!)

Personalized apartment:

Modified double doorways.

Modified hallways.

Bariatric equipment.

(Sling Bar, Lift motor reinforced steel frame, California king, Cotton sling.)

No stairs.

Ramp (For easy accessibility in and out of home.)

Fully furbished kitchen pantry. (You gotta snack.)

Bedpan/Chamberpot in bedroom.

Mobility aid handles in bathroom.

Washtub (for big boy~)

Safety Needs:

Potential Healthcare:

Bi-Annual Physical exams (To be well-informed on potential illnesses.)

Dental appointments. (For clean teeth~!)

Prescribed Medications (To prevent heart disease, fatty liver, hypertension, depression, blood sugar and blood cholesterol.)

Therapy, once a week (To ensure mental health. :3 )

C-Pap Mask (For sleepy time, you snore loudly with sleep apnea!)

Skin and fur care routine. (Soft boi)

Sponge bath routine. (Clean boi)

Transportation:

Reinforced back of a pickup truck. (Long distance and fast food trips.) [You’re too big to drive~]

Rascal scooter (For short distance, with basket for snacks.)

Rollator Walker (So you can waddle at home, big boy~!)

Love, Belonging and Esteem!

Social interaction:

VR headset (Friends in your computer~!)

Personal computer set-up.

Personal cellphone.

Scheduled meet ups with friend groups.

Constant praise and love and attention on demand.

Comfort:

Bedroom fridge.

Bedroom computer.

Personal cellphone.

Emergency Health alert necklace (So you don’t lose contact and in case you fall over and can’t get up.

Cotton Robes (Clothing for sensitive skin)

Personal art tablet.

Big screen television (In bedroom and living room)

Streaming devices with protective VPN.

Large pull out couches for relaxation.

PILLOWS! SO MANY, WOW~!

Box of Special things. (For Naughty boys only!!!1!)

Self-Actualization

You’ll be allowed to do as you like as I constantly praise you for being a handsome man while you binge almost constantly~

When you reach 745 pounds (338kg), we’ll adjust your diet accordingly so you can be a big, happy, fluffy boi for as long as possible~!

Finances: I am in so much debt caring for your fatass Don’t worry about it~ ;)

My thinking behind this method: Feeding you is only part of your life and isn’t really all that fulfilling as a life goal. To gain weight, you not only need to eat more, you need to accommodate for the future burden obesity might pose, no matter how sexy it is. Not only that, but we don’t want you to be a stinky, lonely fat boy with health problems…

You’re entitled to a normal, albeit more fulfilling life with friends and relatively good health.

Now go treat yourself with a brownie~

free healthcare...? free housing...? ... hey Anon... how you doin?~ lifting my skirt showing off my exposed ankles showing off my ringless hoof fingers blows a kiss and winks

[didishawn]

More Pedri x Ferran x Reader??

Teaching lesson (Pedri x Reader x Ferran) smut

Warnings: Pedri teaches Ferran how to get you off without having to use his cock, smut, use of a dildo, reader squirts, lots of Spanish

Masterlist

You laughed when the Valencian showed up to the lesson with some paper and a pen

"Sabes que no ese tipo de clase, ¿no?" (you know its not that type of lesson, right?)

"Solo quiero estar seguro de que me acuerdo de todo" (I just want to make sure I remember it all)

The Canarian joins you two, laughing at his friend "Mira que eres tonto, anda, ponte cómodo, que solo tienes que mirar" (you are so dumb, come on, get comfortable, you only have to watch)

Your back is against Pedri, sitting in between his two legs, he is completely dressed- so is Ferran- you are completely naked.

Your favorite dildo is next to you -a blue and red piece of plastic, thick and long, prominent veins, Pedri's hands massage your sides softly.

"Le gusta suave de primeras" the Canarian explains "Nada de ser brusco, le puedes hacer daño, esta es su parte más sensible, haz pequeños y suaves círculos" (she likes it soft at first. Don't be rough, you can hurt her, this is her mist sensitive part, do little soft circles)

The older boy's eyes are set on your middle, your little clit as the Canarian stimulates it as he say, you squirming on his hold, his legs on top of yours to keep you in place.

You are so wet, he can see that, hips following the pleasurable touch.

"Mira a ver que este bien mojada, así todo es más fácil" he raises his hand, showing how wet his middle finger has become, taking it into his hand, moaning at the sweet taste "Prueba tú" (make you she is real wet, like that everything is easier. You try it)

The Valencian hesitates for a moment, hand then reaching towards your middle, enjoying how you moan when he makes contact with your sensitive clit, finger going down to your slit, then up again, he takes it off, he too moans at the taste.

"Debes probar con un dedo primero, luego vas añadiendo según sus reacciones" he looks down at the toy, his hands on your breasts, teasing you "hasta que este preparada para lo que de verdad le gusta" (you must try with a finger at first, then keep adding by he reactions until she is ready for what she really likes)

Ferran nods, middle finger teasing your entrance as you whimper, slowly plunging it, groaning at how hot and tight you are.

"¿Bien?" he asks, you furiously nodding and lowly moaning. (good?)

"Otro" Pedri says, his own hand back to your clit, tight pleasure circles on it, enjoying your squirming, your head falling down to hi shoulder sighing, he knows you like it too. (another one)

Ferran does as told, scissoring the two fingers, wanting to open up space for a third one, you hand grasping his hair, begging him for more.

He doesn't wait for Pedri to guide him as he thrusts in the third one, he likes how your hips rise off the mattress, the midfielder once more putting his weight on his legs to keep you down, one hand on you waist, a warning whisper into you ear reminding you to behave.

Ferran's fingers are long, filling you up real good, but it's not enough, Pedri notices, his own hand grasping the other boy's wrist and taking his fingers off you.

He reaches for the dildo, giving Ferran a look "No sabes como adora esto, se pone a gemir como una putita al tener este trozo de plástico llenándola" (you have no idea how much she loves this, starts moaning like a little whore when she has this piece of plastic inside her)

The toy teases you entrance, circling it, yet not entering, Pedri sure knows how to keep you up your toes.

"Esto es lo contrario, le gusta fuerte, que le llegue hasta el cervix, rápido, profundo, como si fuera tu polla dentro suyo" (this is the opposite, she likes it hard, that it reaches her cervix, fast, deep, as if, it was your dick inside her)

Pedri doesn't wait a moment, Ferran's eyes widening up as he instantly slams the dildo all the way inside you, fast pace from the go, going in and out so fucking fast, so rough, destroying your insides.

It fills you up completely, has you crying out, tears on your eyes, it's painful, yet it isn't, it's so good, an incredible pleasure, the inanimate object hitting your cervix, your sweet spot, so fucking big, it feels so good.

Ferran watches you completely enjoying yourself, how you even trty to fuck the toy deeper into you, harder too as it completely disappears inside you. It's a true sightful, so pretty, you are a trembling mess, Pedri's lips attached to your neck as he fucking destroys you.

The Canarian gives him an amused look, yet his words are demanding "Usa tu boca" (use your mouth)

He doesn't have to say it twice, his lips instantly around your clit, sucking softly, yet demandingly, Pedri's hand keeping him in pace by a strong hold on his hair, he moves him, let's you grin into his face.

You are in heaven, being fucked so good, the soft stimulation your clit receives completely amazing, the feeling of his tongue makes you want to build him a statue.

You are close, they both know it, sounds getting higher, being unable to keep still, Pedri doesn't try to stop you anymore.

Your orgasm is a true explosion, juices pushing the toy out from you, wetting Ferran's face entirely, Pedri too doesn't save himself from your juices.

He has yo push Ferran off you -the Valencian enjoying himself way too much, the wet patch on his trousers a proof of this, kissing your cheek as they help you down from your high.

"¿Te sirvió esta pequeña clase?" Pedri asks, the other nods. (did this small class help you?)

Of one thing Ferran is sure, he can't wait to try this all once again as he watches your flushed cheeks, his cock hard.

[hlficlibrary]

Hey!

Do you have any more football (soccer) fics? Like one of them, so Louis, is a professional footballer or just playing as a hobby… I’m kinda in a football fever these days haha

Thanks!

Hi, anon! The "so Louis" made me laugh lol! But yes, I do!! And here are some fics for you!

Caught In Your Gravity by @lululawrence

It felt like the blood froze in Harry’s veins even as he got a bit lightheaded. He hadn’t even made it two practices, only one of which he was remotely in charge of, without giving it all away and now he and Liam were both absolutely fucked.

“Shit,” Harry breathed out. “Who all have you told? Does everyone know? I thought I covered it better than that…”

“No, no,” Louis said quickly. "They’ll figure it out soon enough, though, because they’ll get used to you changing things up, but you’re only going to trip over your so called Americanisms for so long before they realize it’s because you don’t actually know fuck all about football.”

Harry sighed. “Yeah. I figured. I just need to bullshit for long enough to allow Liam to get the situation figured out from his end.”

“Right, which brings me to my entire point. I think we can find a mutually beneficial arrangement with all of this.” Louis leaned forward. “You need to learn the ins and outs of the sport incredibly fast. I can help you with that.”

“What do you want in exchange?”

Or, an AU inspired by a 30 second trailer of Ted Lasso that doesn't actually have much in common with the show at all.

burn this flame by rainbowninja167 / @rainbowtitania

“You’ve played keeper before?” Tomlinson asks suspiciously, hands on his waist.

“Er, yeah,” Harry coughs. “Loads of times.”

“Alright Popstar, if you’re sure,” Tomlinson tells him with a shrug, his professional expression already curling into laughter. Harry tries not to read too much into it. After all, how hard can goalkeeping really be?

When Harry gets invited to play in a celebrity charity match with Louis Tomlinson, Manchester United's star player, he's determined to impress him with brilliant football skills. The only flaw in Harry's otherwise foolproof plan? He has absolutely no football skills, brilliant or otherwise.

Eat Your Vegetables by @bananaheathen

In which Louis is a celebrity footballer and Harry is the new team nutritionist.

Or, the one where they have to go to Marks & Spencer and Waitrose.

“I’m not a child, Haz,” Louis says, trying to sound offended and not quite sticking the landing.

“No,” Harry chuckles, looking down over his notes. “You’re a big professional sports boy with perfect stamina and an excellent heart.” He blinks back up at Louis. “And I’d like to take you shopping on Sunday. May I please?”

[d3adgayw1zardwr1t3r]

Jegulus / Jegulily Microfic (can be read as both)

TW: flashback/panic attack (it's not super clear which)

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, toddler Harry Potter, everyone lives/no one dies, Jegulus, Jegulily, if you squint, Lily is fantastic, Jegulily co-parents Harry

Summary: Regulus is recovering from a flashback/panic attack, Harry, James, and Lily all help take care of him <3

Rating: Teen for paniced themes

Word count: 1.3k

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It was quiet. It wasn't a bad quiet, it was a sort of quiet that felt like what home should be. Comfortable. Safe. Tense, at times. It was a homely quiet.

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Regulus Black had been having a shit day, a really, inevitably, utterly shit day. He's spent the Saturday doing all the unfun errands, alone nonetheless.

Lily was having afternoon tea with her girlfriends (platonic? Maybe not? He wasn't sure on the current crush status, he might ask tonight if she was 'round the house.) James was with Harry for the day, presumably at home, Regulus wasn't sure.

It wasn't a sunny day. Atleast not when Regulus was on his way home. It was raining, pouring, and the thunder screaming. He was a half block away, he could see Harry in his little red boots and a slytherin-green Pancho (it's a multi-house family, ofcourse Harry doesn't choose a team, what is the 4 year old? The sorting hat?)

Regulus can see James on the front stoop, under the over-hang 'Finally' Regulus thought, he gets to see his sun.

Regulus is 3 houses down when the sky decides to roar louder than a crashing plane. Regulus is 3 houses down when he suddenly cannot breathe. Regulus is 3 houses down when he feels like his lungs are filled with water and he's drowning again.

James Potter is standing outside, playing with Harry in the rain. Lily had gotten home a few minutes ago, she was inside getting clean clothes and making Harry a little snack as a surprise for the fawn. James Potter sees Regulus when he's half a block away, and he's excited to see his bright star again.

Regulus was a fast walker, he'd be home in a moment. James directed his attention back to Harry, who was splashing in puddles, and definitely was going to need a bath tonight

A sharp crack of thunder and lightning tore through the sky.

"Hey, little love, let's step inside and get dried off, Papa's right down the road!"

Harry giggled excitedly, "Yay!!" He turned to look down the street, and surely enough, his papa was right there. Something didnt look right, was papa crying..? "Dada, what's wrong with Papa?"

"What do you mean, little love?" James looked up the street, and 3 doors down, Regulus was frozen, face pale and hyperventilating, 'shit'

"I see little love, I don't think Papa is feeling very well, can you go inside and find Mama to help you with your rain clothes? We'll be inside shortly, okay Haz?"

"Okay Dada" Harry said nervously, he wanted to help, but he wasn't sure what was wrong, so he listened, pulling open the storm door and disappearing inside.

Regulus black was in James Potter's eyes within 30 seconds of sky's war cry.

"Love, it's me, you're okay, you're almost home, you're with me love, it's alright." James frantically reassured

Regulus could slowly ground himself, he was okay, he was almost home, he was with James.

"C'mon love, let's get you home, it's alright"

Regulus nodded, but he did not move. Thunder shook the sky, and Regulus jumped each time.

"It's okay love, I'll bring you home, I've got you, you're here, with me."

Regulus barely registered getting picked up, one of James arms wrapped around his lower back, and the other supporting his entire body under his legs. Regulus tucked his head in the curve of James neck, eyes closed.

"We're home, love"

'I'm home'

"We're safe, it's alright"

'I'm safe'

Regulus could see again, but he kept his eyes closed. It was too much to register right now. All he needed was James.

A moment ago, Lily had heard a tiny Harry potter crash into the house, rain boots being tossed to the floor, she set down her book immediately to find her little guy. When she stepped out of the living room, she saw a disturbed Harry, frantically trying to tear off his rain coat. The zipper caught.

"Hey little love what's wrong?" She tenderly asked. Harry got upset like this sometimes.

Harry just made a high-pitched, frantically sad noise

"Here Haz, let me help you" Lily zipped the coat back up a little to get it uncaught, and them back down and right off. Harry sniffled as small tears fell under his foggy glasses.

Sometimes it was hard to talk when Harry got upset, and all the adult new this, so it's best to stick to simple questions

"Uppies?" Lily offered, Harry nodded. As she picked him up she glanced out the storm door and saw Regulus in James' arms, and she peiced together the situation as best she could.

Lily carried Harry to the kitchen and set him on the counter as she spelled the kettle on. She walked to the fridge to pull out a small container, grabbed 2 spoons from the drawer, and walked back to stand next to Harry, handing him a spoon and giving him a little kiss on the head.

If Regulus had opened his eyes, he would have seen Harry and Lily eating sugar covered strawberries on the counter of the kitchen island. Regulus kept his eyes closed, he was fighting his own battle right now.

James carried Regulus to his room, dark and peppered with books and pens. Carefully, he placed Regulus on the floor in the back corner, Regulus's favorite place to sit, and sat down next to him. They shuffled around for a moment amongst the pillows and blankets, James wrapped Reg's favorite blanket around him, without a word. Did you need a word when you were home?

Regulus opened his eyes as soon as they reached his room, and as soon as he was on the floor wrapped in a blanket, he curled up all the way against the walls in the corner, protected by his sun.

James wrapped a comforting arm around Regulus, and pressed a loving kiss to his forehead. An unspoken 'you'll be alright, you aren't alone, I'm here with you, and I love you'

It was unclear how long they spent huddled in the corner together, but time didn't matter when they had the rest of their lives together.

A gentle knock came to the door, Regulus flinched but didn't jump. Lily cracked the door to peak inside. "Hey loves, if it's alright, Harry would like to come and bring you something?"

"Yeah, c'mon in fawn" Regulus quietly stated.

Harry stumbled in, holding a large mug that was only half full (a negotiation with no spilled fluids) and in dry clothes, although the scent of rain proved he still needed a bath tonight. His eyes were a little red, James felt a pang of guilt when he'd realized Harry had been crying, but he seemed alright now, and that's what matters.

"Hi Papa" Harry sniffled, holding out the mug of tea

"Hey, small star" Regulus took the tea and gave it a curious sip 'mint with just a little sugar' he thought, it was perfect.

Harry dug into his cargo short pocket and brought out a small bandage "I brought you a bandaid because you looked hurt, and I saw Dada carry you through the kitchen so it had to be bad, and bad boo-boos get band-aids"

Regulus lightly giggled at the sweetness and gratefully accepted the bandaid, "That's very kind of you, thank you, little star"

"You're welcome Papa, I love you!!" Harry said, as he scooted in with his dads, between James' legs as he played with Harry's still damp hair.

Lily looked over lovingly at the pile of human in the corner. She was perfectly content with this life. She silently closed the door as Harry sleepily lay against his Dada's chest.

Harry's bath would have to wait till tomorrow.

[emmalostinwonderland]

It is once again Wednesday! Thanks for tagging me, @onthewaytosomewhere, @tailsbeth-writes, and @suseagull04. This week I've been poking at my Holes AU that has been more or less abandoned for months, so you get 1890's Schoolteacher Henry today. TW for period-typical homophobia, snippet under the cut

Philip settles on the edge of Henry’s desk – he knows it without even turning back around. “What is it now, Pip?” “When are you going to settle down, Haz? Find yourself a wife?” “Three days ago, you were concerned about my occupation, now it’s my love life?” “All I mean is–” “No, I know what you mean,” Henry says sharply, finally moving to face his brother again. “You couldn’t give a rat’s arse about my love life. You’re more concerned with my sex life right?” “Don’t be so bloody crass, Henry.” “I’m sorry I’m not making babies fast enough for Gran, but I don’t think it’s exactly fair of you to be pointing fingers at me when you’re not even settled yourself.” Philip huffs and stands to pace. With his hands resting on his hips and his strong shoulders squared off like that, Henry thinks for a moment that he almost looks like their father. “It’s got nothing to do with that. I’m concerned about what the other men are saying about you.” “And just what in God’s name are they saying about me now?” “That you’re a fucking homosexual, Henry!” Henry freezes, stunned. Philip looks away. The silence permeates the room, leaving Henry feeling unbalanced. “Right… I see.”

Open tag to whoever but also @thedramasummer @cactusdragon517 @louikazooie and @materassassino

[glitter-tornado]

Space AU

@colourful-serendipity

"Yes, I am!" Clio hopped in after them into the circle of light. The elevator lit up under their feet and began to move on its own. Ja-xon squeezed Haz'le's hand. Something definitely feels off here, he thought. There was something else in the tower with them. He couldn't tell exactly what it was, but... It was certainly strange that the elevator still worked. The stellar panels that acted as its energy source would have stopped entirely long ago if they were alone... But they didn't. It was really suspicious. [We need to get out of here, and fast. The sooner we use the tower, the better], he whispered to Haz'le.

Haz`le squeezed his hand, looking over at him nervously. Why? Is something wrong? She asked. Besides the obvious. This place was already starting to freak her out and he sounded pretty serious.

She had been on plenty of dangerous missions before. But this felt much more dangerous. Before it had been her own skin at steak, now so much more was in peril. It made her heart pound harder in her chest.