#started the day flames on the side of my face angry about a work thing

[highladyluck]

I am absolutely not functional today, but my hair is perfect

[thursdayinspace]

Made up title: The Ginger Invasion

ohh okay. that is so very clearly sick!fic?!

Mulder is sick. He never gets sick, and it's awful. It's terrible. He can't even get out of bed, that's how terrible he feels. He tries, he does, but finds himself on the floor after only two steps. The room is spinning, his stomach is extremely angry at him, and he doesn't know how other people do it. He's been beaten up, he's been shot, he's been tortured, but he thinks this bug, whatever it is, might finally be the thing that defeats him. He can't even go to the bathroom.

Everything hurts. He's too cold, then too hot, his head is pounding and Scully will be wondering why he isn't at work. He should call her. What time is it? He doesn't know.

"Mulder?"

He just about manages to lift his head and there she is, Scully, in his bedroom doorway; she turns on the light and it hurts his eyes, but even as he squints against it the glow of her red hair in the sudden brightness is enough to make him let out a relieved breath. "Hi." He hates to admit when he needs help. But he needs help. And help just showed up.

"Oh god, Mulder," she says, crossing the room in a few quick strides, and as she puts a cool hand on his burning forehead, he knows he's gonna be okay now.

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He drifts in and out of sleep. He's lost all sense of time; it doesn't matter. He opens his eyes and sees her hovering above him, hair falling over her eyes as she leans down to put a cool cloth on his head. He wakes up and sees a flash of red, turns his head to see her putting a cup of tea on his nightstand. She helps him to the bathroom, and even with how small she is she manages to hold him up -- he looks down on the top of her flaming red hair and feels such a rush of affection it makes his heart clench in his chest. The back of her head as she stands and looks out of his window. Her hair fanned out all around her as she naps on the other side of his bed, seemingly unafraid of catching whatever it is he's not dying of, she has assured him that he will be fine. He's already starting to feel better.

When he closes his eyes, the light of the room turns to orange sunrises behind his closed lids.

"You really don't have to stay," he tells her after the first time he manages to make it to the bathroom on his own.

"I know I don't have to," is all she says, and makes him sit in the chair she dragged into the room while she changes his sheets.

"I'd be okay on my own now," he insists.

She turns towards him, pillow case in her hand, and looks unsure. "If I'm invading your privacy -"

"No!" he interrupts her quickly. "No," repeats, shaking his head. He can do that again without making the room spin out of control. "You aren't. I promise."

"Good." She sounds relieved. "Just let me know when you've had enough of me."

The chances of that ever happening are below zero, he thinks. "What about work?"

"I called Skinner yesterday" she says," and told him we were both sick. He doesn't expect us back for another two days at least."

"What if you get sick too?"

To that, she just shrugs. "That's a risk I'm willing to take. I'm not just going to leave you here, Mulder."

This is not the right time to tell her that he loves her, he thinks, but it is one of those moments where it's hard not to. "I'd take care of you too."

"I know," she says, and gives him a smile. "I've never doubted it."

"Scully?" He waits until she meets his eyes again so she can see how much he means this. "I really, really appreciate your invasion."

She turns her head away but she can't hide the smile that's taking over her face. "Anytime," she promises, and he believes her.

There's a red hair on his freshly-washed t-shirt. She must have left it there when her head brushed against his chest as she guided him over to the chair.

He leaves it there.

[neteyamssyulang]

✶ The Masked Flame ✶

✶ Pairing: Toxic ex boyfriend Lo’ak x Fem omaticaya reader ✶

✶ Based on my darlings @ lowryv request ✶

✶ Summary: Kiri had managed to drag you to this masked party at the human outpost, what you didn’t expect was for your ex to show up.

✶ Warnings: Toxic Lo’ak, slightly drunk (both), Obsessive Lo’ak, Dom Lo’ak, Sub reader, P in V, Choking, Ass smacking, Creampie, Marking.

✶ Total word count: 1956 ✶

✶ Translation(s): kelku -> home, skxawng -> moron/idiot, kalweyaveng -> Son of a bitch, Alu tsenga nga lu kemwiä yawntutsyìp -> That is where you are wrong darling, Nga lu otkn -> You are mine, klsr tsal -> Say it, Kehe, Oe rilnh kolan kä txal tsonta eywa -> No, I would rather go back to eywa. Yawne -> Beloved.

✶ A/N: I did not expect to write this much but I loved this idea so much! Also I know most masked parties aren’t probably like this but I couldn’t pass it up. Anyways enjoy! <3

Why did you agree to this? Why were you so naive that you couldn’t even realize it was him at first?

The day had started off with Kiri coming over to weave some costumes and masks for this party the humans were throwing at the outpost.

“Oh cmon y/n it’ll be fun! Trust me you’ll love it” Kiri said while giving you her best puppy dog eyes Jake had taught her.

She had to practically beg you to go since she didn’t want to go alone and you needed to get out and enjoy yourself again.

Chuckling softly you finally gave in “Alright alright I will go with you.” Your friend squealed and hugged you tightly till you felt like you were about to pass out.

You hadn’t really left your family’s kelku that much ever since you and her brother Lo’ak broke up a week ago, things just weren’t working out between you guys.

Unfortunately while you were starting to move on he couldn’t seem to get over you, he’s the reason why you didn’t want to go out. Whenever you tried he’d always be there, watching, waiting.

The motherfucker was crazy, even though you broke up he kept telling others that you were still together and that you were just being stubborn.

Kiri tried to help get her brother to leave you alone but Lo’ak doesn’t listen to anyone, he’s the clan rebel. Everyone knows how he is and why his relationships don’t last that long, he’s just- ugh.

He never obsessed this much over any of his ex’s so why was he so fucking obsessed with you? It made you angry in a way because now all the males steared clear of you not wanting to anger Lo’ak.

It took a few hours but the costumes were finished, your costume was a gold beaded top with more bead’s attached to each side loosely, a gold loincloth with beads attached all around the top of it and then falling down the middle, and two gold beaded armbands. Your mask was also gold with small flowers on it and beads falling down the front of it, the humans were nice and let you use it.

For Kiri’s costume she made a red beaded top with feathers in it, a long red loincloth with beads decorated into it, and her mask was what the humans called sequin red with rhinestones covering it.

The party wasn’t going to start for another hour but Kiri had insisted you both get dressed so it won’t take too long and you won’t have to rush anything, unbeknownst to both of you though Lo’ak had also decided to go.

Spider was the one to suggest Lo’ak should go just so he could get his mind off of you and maybe even have a quick fuck, he only agreed so that his friend could shut up about it.

“Cmon bro! There’s plenty of other females who would gladly throw themselves at you, you need to forget about y/n.” Spider sighed looking at his bestfriend who still layed on his bed staring at the ceiling.

Lo’ak groaned annoyed before grabbing the pillow behind his head chucking it at Spider who yelped as it hit him in the face “If it’ll shut your skxawng ass up fine I’ll go.”

Lo’ak had opted to wear a black mask with gold swirls on the sides along with a black loincloth he had sewn himself.

It was finally time to leave for the party, you and Kiri walked hand in hand dressed beautifully in your costumes towards the outpost.

Nearing it you heard the sounds of human music being played mixed with both human and na’vi shouting and laughing.

Kiri had separated from you sometime as you were trying to make your way through the sea of na’vi towards the refreshments table.

The only drinks were pongu pongu and water, normally you weren’t a big drinker but tonight you decided to eywa with it and downed a cup with the alcohol.

You had maybe 3 or 4 cups before you fell a bit drunk, unfortunately it was also around the time when Lo’ak and spider showed up aswell.

One of the male avatars who’s name was Rowan had come up from behind you startling you as he placed his hand on your shoulder,turning around your met with a very handsome face

“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help but say that I think you look very beautiful and I was wondering if you’d maybe like to dance?” The male smiled nervously as he removed his hand from you in order to hold it out for you to take.

You were drunk but could still think a bit so you nodded “Sure, I’d love to dance.” You retuned the smile as you took his hand letting him lead you to the dance floor the humans had installed, it had lights that flashed different colors.

Rowan placed your arms around his neck before placing his hands on your waist, the two of you held eye contact as you gently swayed to the music. It was a slow song after all, or atleast it was till you spotted Kiri talking to the DJ with a mischievous grin on her face.

Next thing you know 23 by mike will made it starts playing and everyone is hollering as now these two girls -one na’vi and one human- start dancing on the poles in the middle of the dance floor.

Your eyes widened at the foreign act but quickly you became intrigued, Rowan had now moved behind you placing his hands on your hips while leaving soft kisses along the side of your neck.

Lo’ak was starting to enjoy this up until he looked over at the dance floor and immediately recognized you. His mouth fell open as he took in your costume but immediately scowled as he saw the other male touching you while leaving kisses on your neck.

He dropped the pongu pongu from his hand and pushed the small human who was giving him a lap dance off of him before walking over towards you.

Lo’ak practically ripped the guy off you punching him in the face then grabbed you by the arm dragging you away from the party and deep into the forest.

You didn’t know what was going on or who was taking you away, all you knew was that you were drunk, horny, and dying for some release.

Deciding you two were enough ways away from the party he shoved you against a tree wrapping one of his hands around your neck while the other held onto your hip.

“How dare you let another man touch what’s mine!” he hissed squeezing your neck a bit. Your ears pinned back against your skull as a soft whine escaped you.

Who was this man? You didn’t know, you didn’t know what he was talking about. Your gaze went to the ground avoiding the male infront of you.

Lo’ak did not like that, the hand he had on your throat moved to your chin up forcing you to look at him, with his other hand he moved the beads of your mask to the side before smashing his lips against yours.

The kiss was anything but gentle, it was aggressive leaving you breathless trying to pull away much to Lo’aks distaste. You didn’t even notice that he had removed your top and loincloth discarding them off to the side as well as his own loincloth.

Eventually he broke the kiss trailing them to your neck sucking and nipping at it, your small moans filled his ears till he couldn’t stand it anymore. He needed you.

Not giving a shit letting the alcohol get to him Lo’ak picked you up positioning himself at your entrance then slammed you down onto his thick shaft.

A shriek left your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck clinging onto him, Lo’ak wasted no time and began to pound into up you mercilessly making you scream.

He didn’t care if you were broken up you were still his, you belonged to him no one else. His jealousy and anger fueled his desire to keep taking you roughly hitting all the right spots.

Your orgasm was approaching rapidly, Lo’ak could tell from the way your walls fluttered around his cock with each thrust he delivered into you.

“That’s it..” he cooed pushing deeper inside your aching pussy “Cum for me princess.” Your eyes locked with his and immediately you shook your head no realizing who it was you were with.

Lo’ak chuckled darkly “Oh baby.. you don’t have a choice, your mine, you.will.listen.to.me” Each word was delivered with a particularly harsh thrust coaxing out small cries from you.

You tried to fight off your orgasm but fuck did he feel good inside you, mentally smacking yourself you pushed that thought aside and squirmed in his hold “L-let go of me Lo’ak!”

A growl rumbled through Lo’aks chest as he buried himself to the hilt stilling himself inside of you. “You do not make the rules darling” he hissed baring his fangs then with one of his hands he removed his mask aswell as yours tossing them somewhere.

Narrowing your eyes you brought one of your hands up slapping him across the face “I am not yours anymore you kalweyaveng!”

If Lo’ak wasn’t angry before he sure as hell was now, he pulled away from the tree taking only a few steps before pulling out and literally dropping you onto the mossy ground.

You yelped as your bottom hit the ground but quickly moved to get up, Lo’ak got on his knees pushing you back down onto the ground then flipped you over over onto your stomach.

One of his hands grabbed your wrists pinning them against your back while the other lined himself with your entrance plunging back inside.

He moved the free hand to the back of your neck holding you down as he rutted into you from behind “Alu tsenga nga lu kemwiä yawntutsyìp” he chuckled softly picking up his pace aiming for the spongey part inside of you.

Tears began falling from your eyes as your lost orgasm resurfaced hitting you will full force, your screams filled the area as you came squirting your juices on Lo’aks lower abdomen and thighs.

“Nga lu otkn” he growled “klsr tsal!” he removed the hand on your wrists bringing it down hard against your ass making you yelp.

“Kehe! Oe would kolan kä txal tsonta eywa!” You hissed earning yourself another harsh smack against your ass.

Lo’ak fumed stilling his hips so he could flip you over onto your back without pulling out of you, once that was finished he leaned down placing his head into the crook of your neck inhaling your scent.

Before you got a chance to shove him off of you his merciful pace started back up hitting your sweet spot every single time making you see stars.

You felt him graze his fangs over your neck making you shudder “D-don’t..” , marking was only meant for mates which you and Lo’ak would never be.

Well, again he doesn’t listen for shit. As he neared his climax he delivered one more harsh thrust into you before stilling his hips and sinking his fangs into your neck.

Your eyes rolled back as you came again digging your nails into his back groaning, you felt him spill his thick warm seed into you while he kept you close to him.

A few moments pass then Lo’ak unlatches from your neck admiring his mark on you, his eyes lock with yours now “Now everyone will know your mine yawne.”

[ooglyboooglybitxh]

Since y'all asked😭:

𝐍𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

mom!shuri, mom!reader reader & shuri’s child

contains: HOLY FLUFF, a little bit of angst, kissing mentioned

🧸💙🐳🐢🧸💙🐳🐢🧸💙🐳🐢🧸💙🐳

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[]: Born: Nahir M/N Udaku, July 23, 2022, 4 pounds, Sex: Male, Blood Type, AB positive, Allergies: None

[]: He has Y/n’s long frizzy hair and Shuri’s face. Like if you were to look at both of them side by side you’d think they’re twins

[]: He can eat spicy shit, i mean it comes from his Dominican and African side. So he aint really phased by it

(A/N: bro the other day my mom flamed me for not finding anything spicy and she said: “Thats bc your nigerian mf, you are from africa” 💀 and idk really eat african food fr so i wouldn’t know if it’s spicy or not😭)

But anyways💀 back 2 the headcanon

[]: If he wakes up before Shuri and Y/n he’ll climb out his crib and get on the bed and start bothering them until they give him his needs. He’ll tug on Y/n’s hair and hit Shuri.

[]: he LOVES Riri and Riri ADORES him. If Shuri and Y/n need a break she’ll always be willing to take him unless she’s busy.

[]: He will NOT go to sleep without his turtle plushie and if the turtle’s being washed he’ll probably be willing to sleep with one of his spider man plushies but usually Y/n washes his plushies together at the same time. So he won’t go to sleep until their done washing.

[]: he LOVESSSSS baths especially when he gets to use the bubbles, oh yep- its a wrap he’ll be in there for about 20 mins tops. after his done getting his bath he’ll play until he has to get out.

[]: He has this like thing for turtles… he loves them why?. Only God knows.

[]: The first time he ever stepped into Shuri’s Lab. God this boy didnt keep still at all he kept touching everything.

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*Nahir giggles* as he crawls around Shuri’s lab

he crawls over to the molding station and Shuri immediately snatches him away from the area

“NO! shit, here just sit by me ok?…stay” Shuri says sitting him down on the chair next to her station, trying to keep him away from dangerous things and objects around the lab.

Shuri turns back to the console now completely focused on the console. Nahir sneaks away quietly and crawls to the hallway

“Panther, Nahir is in the hallway” Griot says warning Shuri

Shuri immediately runs after Nahir and grabs him from behind

*Nahir giggles* at Shuri’s firm hands tickling him while she picks him up

“Where are you going?. Eh, little one?” she says putting her on the same chair.

She stares at him for a second slowly turning back to the console and Nahir tries to move again but Shuri catches him

“Aht Aht” She grunts grabbing him as she gets an idea

She adjusts her Kimoyo Beads to Child Mode, as she does this her child reaches for her wrist wondering what the thing is glowing on her wrist

“Ehh” Nahir whines reaching for his mother

“Hang on” Shuri reassures him

She slides the beads off her wrists and gently grabs her son’s wrists, gently sliding them onto his.

“mmm” Nahir coos becoming interested in the beads tapping on them

Shuri does know how but he opens a game after a couple more taps, thinking she would have to turn on the game for him

“Brilliant..” She says as her eyes widen

She smiles softly at her son’s quick wits figuring out how to work the Kimoyo Beads at 7 MONTHS!?.

maybe just maybe….. he’d be as smart as his mother one day. As she thinks that her smile grows wider kissing her son’s forehead.

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[]: When ever he gets angry at Y/n he’ll nudge into her or hit her and Y/n makes a death face at Nahir. And in fright he’ll coo into her or hug her basically apologizing

“yeah thats what i thought”

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[]: He watched Lilo & Stitch and boy he lovesssss Stitch after he watched it he was pretending to be Stitch

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“iiiii” Nahir yells flopping around on the bed

Shuri and Y/n chuckles

Y/n checks her phone:

10:09 pm

“Time for bed mhijo” (son) Y/n says to Nahir.

“ehhh” Nahir whines and pouts

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[]: Y/n and Nahir stay up late often to watch tv and eat snacks while Shuri sleeps through all the noise knowing it’s them causing racket.

[]: If a character in a movie is sad or something he’ll go: “aww” which is so adorable to witness 🥹🥹

[]: whenever he has nightmares in the middle of the night he’ll cry loudly, waking up his parents

if its Shuri she’ll immediately jump out her sleep and pick him up

“Shhhh its okay unyana i’m here stop crying its ok”(son) Shuri says trying to calm down her son she picks up his turtle plush and tries to give it to him.

If its Y/n she’ll grab him, lay him on her chest and rub his back.

“It's ok Mhijo“ she says rubbing his back

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[]: He hates it when Shuri and Y/n Kiss. Like he actually loathes that shit😭. If he’s near them when they kiss he’ll yell and hit the both of them😭. If he’s far away he’ll throw something at them and NOT MISS!!!���

[]: So he has this “My Friend Miles Morales” plushie that if you squeeze that chest he talks and makes noises. He hates that shit. So Shuri notice this and when he was taking a nap she took the plushie down to her lab and removed the voice box and when he noticed the voice box was out he was so happy. And Shuri’s heart warmed over the feeling of knowing her son was so happy

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I am so sorry if this was too short😭

tbh i don’t like writing short shit bc it just makes me feel weird like idk😭

but if yall enjoyed that PLEASE DON’T BE AFRAID TO DM ME FOR REQUESTS

but dont be spamming ma shi tho😹

-💙 @ooglyboooglybitxh

[vesss23]

Because | Miguel

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A/N: I haven’t written in a hot minute so may be rusty but guess what!! Miguel!!

Paring: Miguel O’Hara x Reader

Synopsis: You wish Miguel wouldn’t bottle up his emotions anymore.

Or

You care for your best friend, perhaps too much, and accidentally confess your feelings in a fight

What’s the hardest thing to see?

For some it’s death. Witnessing the warm flame of life slowly melt into nothingness is a cruel, cruel experience.

Eventually, you get used to it, especially in this line of work. It cuts a scar deep into your soul when you fail to save an innocent life. It hurts even more when it’s a colleague.

The hardest thing for you to see? One of your best friends is slowly digging himself into a bottomless hole of misery. You weren’t there when the incident occurred, you only heard about it because Peter was worried about Miguel’s state of mind. While it isn’t uncommon for Miguel to lock himself away in his so-called lair for days on end, this was getting to an unhealthy point. Meals were going ignored, pretty much zero social interaction, and he wasn’t talking.

Not even to kick someone out.

According to Peter, the mission started out very well. Everything was in control and civilians were evacuated to a safe location, that is until a lone child was found. A young girl who had a striking resemblance to Gabriella. Things quickly went sour when the highway’s foundations started giving out, the concrete cracking and crumbling from the stress of the explosions below.

He was too slow.

It felt as if thorns were burrowing into your heart, their sharp claws digging and digging until the organ would be nothing but a bloody pulp. So here you are, standing in front of Miguel’s door holding a plate of freshly baked sugar cookies. Baking is one of your favorite ways to relax after a tough mission, the aroma of freshly made goods always calmed down your inner turmoil, and seeing the smile on others’ faces as you gift them always squeezed your heart in a wondrous way.

You weren’t sure if Miguel was fond of the sugary treat, but you hoped at least the gesture itself could bring him some solace. Though, deep down you know it most likely won’t.

“Miguel?” You muster up the sweetest voice you could, but make sure to not go too far and make him feel like it’s all out of pity, “can I come in?”

A moment passes. Nothing. Not even the slightest sound.

You take a deep breath, relishing in the feeling of fresh air making room in your lungs, and calm down your anxiety. It’s just Miguel. It’s just your best friend. The door creaks open and you promptly close it behind you. The area looks the same. Dark and ominous.

You see Miguel staring at the screens blankly, not a single thought behind those pretty brown eyes of his.

“Miguel? I brought you something. You should eat,” I approach him and lower my voice to avoid startling him.

Miguel has never been…great with his emotions. He’s not the type to unload everything and help face his issues with the help of others, he prefers to bottle them up and if the occasion ever did happen, he can hardly find the words to describe how he’s feeling. You care about Miguel a lot, you didn’t want to see him wallowing in pain and being the ghost of his former self. You hated to admit you even missed angry Miguel when he’d throw out witty remarks at everything you said.

You miss him.

“I’ll admit they probably aren’t the most nutritious,” A laugh escapes your lips and you try to lighten the atmosphere, “but Peter said he hasn’t seen you eat since last week.”

Once again, no response.

You sigh and set the plate of cookies down on a nearby storage trunk and trudge up to his screens. You weren’t afraid to be a little stern with the man, he may have a shorter temper, but that doesn’t mean he can’t handle some scolding every once in a while. You’d be damned if you let the man you love your best friend treat himself poorly.

You slap the screen in front of him and it spins to his side, your expression is still soft in hopes of not starting an argument.

“What.”

So he speaks.

“I heard what happened, it’s–”

“I’m not talking about this.”

Miguel dodges every word you say, his voice low and raspy with a hint of annoyance in there.

“I’m–”

“Go.”

“Would you let me speak, god damn it?!” Your voice raises a few levels, the man’s dismissiveness finally starting to unravel your patience.

“Miguel! I’m not just going to sit around and let you struggle on your own!” You reach out a hand to place gently on his shoulder but he immediately brushes you off and turns his back on you.

You sigh. You didn’t expect this to be easy, Miguel has a tendency to shut down sometimes, but you were at a loss. You couldn’t just force him to open up and accept your words, but how would you convince him? How could you get him to want to care?

“Remember when I got stabbed?” What a way to lighten the mood, “and you stuck by my side in the hospital and banned me from missions longer than anyone else?”

He doesn’t move. Or speak. So you continue.

“That was you caring for me, Miguel. No one else would’ve done that for me, and it made me fall for you a deep impression on me. Let me be there for you like that. You don’t have to talk, you don’t have to leave the room, but all I ask is you let me take care of you.”

Please, please, please. Please, Miguel.

“I don’t need your help,” His voice softened only a smidge, but he still refused to budge.

“I hate seeing you like this, refusing to let things out so you can move on.” You place your hands on your hips, but he can’t see that anyways, “it wasn’t your fault, you did your best and–”

“I could’ve been faster. If I had just–” His voice grows deeper and louder as he runs a hand through his hair, “because of me, a family isn’t whole.”

Your hands fall off your hips when you hear him, you’re tempted to place one on his shoulder in comfort again but didn’t want to pressure him.

“Think of how many people are alive because of you.”

He spins around and stands up. Miguel is…huge. It’s always intimidating when you’re standing right in front of him, his piercing gaze looking down upon you. Especially when he’s emotionally unavailable. He takes a step forward and I hold the eye contact.

“Do me a favor and leave me alone. Leave. Go.”

“No. I care about you Miguel, I’m not–”

“Why? Why could you possibly care so much about me? What is so special that makes you want to get all up in my business and pester me?”

“Because I love you!”

Miguel freezes, his eyes wide and surprised. You didn’t realize what you said until a moment later, the regret pulsing through your veins like venom, paralyzing your thoughts as your mind goes numb.

“You should go,” His voice is softer now, but still firm and lacking warmth.

You don’t fight him this time. As you leave the room and pass by the plate of neatly stacked cookies you can’t help but feel defeated. Rejected. Pretty much every sour emotion. How could you be so foolish? To not only admit your feelings to yourself but to the man in question.

You spend the next few days in your room, not feeling like talking with Peter or Jess or even Miles, but not quite wanting to return to your own universe. The HQ has become a comfort–a reminder of your strength and will to survive. Yet that cozy feeling has been replaced with anxiety. Perhaps the real comfort was Miguel all along.

His rejection stung deeply. You really did fuck up big time, would there be any way to salvage this? You could brainstorm but your mind was a jumbled mess of panic and insecurity. Your room was starting to become stuffy. The air is no longer crisp but suffocating and making you sweaty. The way your clothes were starting to stick to your skin made you uncomfortable, so you grabbed a blanket and escaped the room, choosing to head to the roof.

The view from up so high is always incredible, especially at night with the darkness consuming the world whole. You take a seat by the edge and allow the blanket to fall behind you, too lazy to adjust it over your shoulders.

“I wish I could stay here forever,” talking to yourself is calming. As strange as it looks to others, it provides a sense of security and identity.

“What’s stopping you?”

You jump when you hear a familiar and unwanted voice come into your space. You turn your head and frown when you see Miguel. His hair is unkept (probably from stress and running his hand through it constantly) and the bags under his eyes are as prominent as ever. His grey sweatpants rested low enough on his hips to peek at his v-line, the dips of his–

You quickly turn your head away.

He looks good.

“Why are you here?” Your voice cracks and you wince. You can already feel the heat rising to your cheeks from embarrassment.

“We should talk, cariño,” Miguel takes a seat next to you and your knees brush, causing a shiver to run down your spine in contrast to the warmth your body is feeling.

“You didn’t want to.”

He rolls his eyes, “This changes things,”

“Does it?”

“That little girl looked just like mine,” He stares up at the sky and talks quietly, “I guess I just–Look I’m not good with this stuff you know that,”

“We don’t have to talk if you don’t want to.”

“We’re talking.”

You sigh and finally look at him. It’s hard to not admire his face, he looks peaceful right now. Almost like that thing never happened.

“I’m sorry.”

Did the Miguel O’Hara just apologize?

“You should be,” You say promptly.

He takes a deep breath and turns to me, an emotion in his eyes that wasn’t there before. It gave you hope, hope that maybe he would let you in. Let you be more.

“I wanted to push you away. Keep you away. I let myself go and get attached, and when that girl’s life slipped through my fingers, I thought: what if that happened to you? What if I was too slow and because of me–”

“Miguel.”

“--you get hurt or even worse.”

“Miguel!”

“I just couldn’t subject you to that. To me.”

“Miguel!”

He goes silent.

“Just shut up for a second and listen to me, okay?” You experimentally reach a hand to cup his cheek gently, your thumb ghosting over his skin. When he leans into the touch, you continue. “You deserve the world. You deserve to be happy. You do so much for the multiverse but so little for yourself. Be selfish just this once.”

“The last time I did it ended horribly,”

You take a leap of faith. Your hand pulls his face close enough to place your lips on his. It was a shy kiss–you weren’t entirely sure of what you were doing, but god the feeling of kissing him was exhilarating. A large hand makes home on your waist and squeezes.

He pushes you back slightly, just enough to disconnect your lips. Rejection shattered through you again–was he really going to run away from this?

“We shouldn’t.”

“I love you. I want you.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying.” He closes his eyes and leans his forehead against yours, his breath minty as he exhales.

“Have I not proven enough?”

He chuckles, “It’s not about proof. I understand your feelings hermosa, but I am not worthy of someone like you.”

“I love you.”

You can see the gears turning behind his eyes, a rope ready to snap.

“I lov–”

He kisses you. Harshly. His lips absolutely devouring yours like this was his last meal, hands exploring every inch of your body that he could. He moves to your neck and you gasp when he lightly nips at your sweet spot.

“Ah, mi amor, you’re going to be the death of me.

Miguel continues with a smile, one so big it was foreign on him.

“I’ll try. For you.”

“You won’t hide away and ignore me?”

“I won’t.”

“You’ll–”

Miguel shuts you up by kissing you, this time slower and more passionate. He smiles against your lips and whispers something you thought you’d never hear.

“Te amo,”

[thereaderinsertlady]

Can i request a wedding between mario x reader? Reader is gender neutral. Thank you!

Yeah, ofc! I enjoyed writing this one; I like the idea of new enemies in the Mario World. Here's the link on ao3 and I hope you enjoy!

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Mario x Reader - To Marry a Hero

Today was going to be a wonderful day.  

Mario was standing on the other side of the podium, smiling at you like he had never smiled before. His friends were sitting in the benches that was on top of the pale sand, watching with bated breath— some were teary-eyed. Luigi, his best man, was standing off to the side while Peach was behind you, having walked you up to the podium moments before. It seemed like nothing could go wrong— even Bowser and his kids were there! How could something bad happen when Mario’s greatest enemy was right in the front row? 

...Well, that’s what you had thought before you were kidnapped by some giant fucking gray bird guy.  

Of all bad things to happen, that was the least expected. At worst, you’d thought that the ocean would steal a few benches or that your clothing would get ruined somehow, but no, no... You and Mario simply can’t have nice things. You just had to be kidnapped on your wedding day. 

The bird guy— Avadon, the apparent destroyer of worlds, had you tied up on his back, saying something to the crowd of angry people. You really weren’t paying attention. You probably should be listening, but you really couldn’t care less about what he wanted. This was supposed to be your special day. And it was ruined. By some bird guy named Avadon.  

What a world you live in.  

Avadon cackled, pointing his orange beak down towards the crowd from where he hovered in the sky. “Oh, foolish plumber! You thought you were safe, didn’t you? That nobody would do anything on a typical day like this. Ohoho, how absolutely foolish!” 

Even though you weren’t facing the crowd, you heard Mario’s voice as clear as day, saying something furiously in Italian. Something about... him wrapping his hands around Avadon’s throat and choking him. That made you smile. 

The bird guy scoffed, flapping his large wings. “Says you, a man without wings! I’ll take your lover and show them what a true man looks like!” 

...You blinked. “Wait, what?” 

Bowser growled at that. “Hey!” He snapped, “That’s supposed to be my job, bird brain! Between them and Peach, I’m supposed to do all the kidnapping! Let them go or I’ll shoot you straight outta the sky!” 

“Bowser!” Daisy grunted, “If you use your flames, you’ll hurt Mario’s partner too!” 

“I don’t care! If it means getting them away from that stupid bird, then so be it! Peach’ll heal them!” 

Avadon cackled. “You’ll shoot me out of the sky? How preposterous!” You felt the bird man tense, and— and a flurry of sharp feathers rained down at the crowd, causing a fight to begin.  

Although you couldn’t see what everyone was doing, you heard Bowser take in a deep breath, and— Avadon quickly moved to the side, narrowly avoiding a gush of searing hot flames. You cringed, making a face at the heat prickling at your skin. You had to do something to get out of this, or else you were going to be taken away or get hurt on accident. 

While Avadon dodged various attacks, you started to work on loosening the ropes wrapped around you. You supposed there was one single good thing about him being a bird— he didn’t have hands that could tie you up well. The ropes weren’t too tight around you, and with steady work, you probably could get yourself free on your own. 

Carefully— and while he was distracted with fighting, you shimmied out of the ropes before yelling out— “Catch me!” And falling off his back, causing him to squawk. He tried to grab at you, but it was too late. 

...Though, you forgot one tiny detail that you hadn’t realized until you were falling— it was going to be pretty damn difficult for anyone to catch you since you were over the damn ocean. 

A series of noises came from the crowd far away— you think you hear Bowser yell out something, and— and grunted loudly when you landed on some sort of wooden stick a few feet above the water, yellow scaly hands grasping your arms so you wouldn’t fall off. 

It was Kamek. He had caught you on his broom. 

You released a deep sigh of relief, putting your shaky hands on his arms. “O-Oh... Thank you.” 

“Of course,” he said, examining you while his broom went back over to solid land. “Are you alright? Not injured, are you?” 

“I-I think I’m okay,” you breathed, looking down at yourself before glancing back over to the commotion. 

A section of Avadon’s wings had been burned off, likely due to Bowser’s fire. The bird man grunted, eyeing the crowd before narrowing his gaze towards Mario. “This won’t be the last time you see me! The next time I come around, all of you will perish, ya hear me?! Perish!” 

Bowser rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, bird brains— get outta here before I burn ya some more!” 

Avadon gave him a nasty sneer before flying off, leaving quickly. 

A sigh escaped you when you didn’t see Avadon anymore, slowly and carefully stepping onto the sand with shaky legs. Mario was quick to go over to you, gently grasping your hands and asking if you were okay. 

You offered him a weak smile. “Yeah, I’m alright. I wasn’t hurt at all, I don’t think.” 

Relief sagged at his shoulders, giving you a loving expression before leaning in and smooching your lips. 

You blinked in surprise but slowly closed your eyes, leaning into him as you pressed your lips back against his, not paying attention to anyone else as you deepened the kiss... 

“...Bowser, quit staring,” Peach said with a huff, smacking his beefy arm with a hand. 

“Sorry! Geez, I can’t help it!”  

“......You’re still staring!!” 

“I am not!” He said, steam hissing out of his mouth. 

Peach eyed him. “I think you just want me to smack you— is that it?” 

“Well, if you mean ‘smack’ me with your lips, then please, go right ahead, Princess.” 

“You want me to smack you with my lips? I thought you’d rather have Luigi do that, Bowser—” 

“Shut up!” He barked, ignoring how Luigi sputtered at what the Princess said from where he stood next to Junior.  

She merely offered him a coy smile before moving towards Daisy. 

[nothanksehh]

In the End Chapter 3

Notes:

Warnings: mentions of self-harm, past and present, talks of loss and pain

Cp 4

The weeks were really starting to blend together. 

Azriel and Feyre had taken me from the healing ward after my meltdown. Something about wanting me to be around more fae so that I could get used to it. What was the point? I didn't even know what type of fae I was. It seemed everyone had theories though. Theories and ideas that they kept attempting to tell me about, which I promptly ignored.

They gave me my own room in a townhouse. A room that only myself and the shadows in the corner seemed to know about. I planned to not move from this room ever again. 

The loss of my family was almost overshadowed by everything else. I am fae. The King of Hybern and his armies are dead and gone. No one to punish. Nothing to dull the fucking rage. 

So I sat. Angry at everyone. Angry at myself. 

There was nothing but that anger in my veins. 

The fire. 

My entire body would vibrate with it at times. Begging for an outlet. Something to unleash the flames upon.

I picked myself eventually. 

Weeks into my vigil I noticed the slightest of flames at my fingertips. It startled me so much that they winked out of existence. Those small flames seemed to reawaken part of me that had died inside. Everything changed that day. Instead of the monotonous routine of sitting by myself in a room that I did not consider my own, thinking about all that I was owed and would never be granted, I just stopped thinking about it all. The flames took my thoughts of the pain and channeled them into hope. 

If I could wield flames then nothing could hurt me again. Nothing would stop me from hurting those who would seek to damage the rest of this shell of myself beyond repair. 

And so I tried everything I could think of to conjure those flames again. Nothing worked. I wasn't sure that I hadn't imagined them at this point. With all of the thinking I was doing and not much else I had probably just created it as a distraction for myself to ruminate on. Something to dull the emotions pouring from me. 

It was in one of those moments, utter silence surrounding me, my brain solely focused on trying to summon fire to my hands, that Azriel found me. 

I had migrated from my room for a change of scenery for once. I heard him walking towards me long before I saw him or felt his shadows. Just another fae adjustment that I was struggling with. Or just another struggle in general. I had my hands raised in front of me with my eyes trained on them for over an hour now and still no progress. I was sure that Azriel thought me insane. He just stood in the doorway watching me. Not in the way that someone watches something that they pity, with sorrow crinkling the corners of their eyes. But with honest curiosity. His face was open and strangely bright for what I remembered of his expressions. 

He must have finally decided to grace me with his presence because I heard him walking towards me again. He took a seat next to me on the sofa and turned my way. 

"Are you waiting for something?" he asked me. 

"Would you like to take your pick? I am waiting for a miracle of ash. I am waiting for the start of growth. I am waiting for everything."

My words confused the male. He stayed silent for a minute before speaking again.

"Would you like to walk with me in the city? There is something that I would like to show you."

I agreed. He had caught me in a rare moment of simply not caring. If I hadn't created the fire now, it would likely never show. Why not waste a day with a walk? I felt safest with Azriel out of those I had met. His shadows warded off those who wanted to ask me questions. Questions to things that I was no longer thinking about at all now for the sake of my health.

For the first time since coming to this place, I left the townhouse. Azriel stuck close to my side as he led us down the streets. For the first time since coming here, I felt curious about my surroundings. This city was beautiful. The cobble of the roads was well-worn but cared for. The trees and plants were swaying in a light breeze. The air was crisp for spring, slightly water-kissed in the scent.

I looked at Azriel as we walked, mind blissfully blank for the first time in a while. His dark hair had a slight wave to it. His eyes were pure hazel with deep shadows underneath as if he hadn't slept in ages. Maybe just as long as me.

"Where are we going?" I finally asked. 

He chuckled as if he had been waiting for me to speak. 

"We are going to a place that is somewhat of a secret to me. Somewhere safe that I can think alone without feeling that way." Although his answer was short, it piqued my curiosity even more.

We walked for another twenty minutes before his steps slowed. He walked us along a bridge until we reached a small dirt pathway concealed by trees. He looked back at me and offered his hand to help me over the rocks at the end of the trail. As our fingers met, his eyes softened slightly. I was tempted to ask why but he pulled away before I could, walking ahead as if nothing was off about that at all. It didn't matter much anyway, I thought as we walked on, even though I was curious.

We were along the shore of a river when we emerged from the tree cover. Azriel lifted his hand and pointed towards a small cave entrance by the water's edge. When we reached it, I was surprised at how large it was inside. Although the top of the cave walls were only a few heads taller than the male beside me, the depth of the cave stretched so far that I could not see its end. Several sections across the sides had rocks with flat tops as if someone had carved them that way. It was to those rocks that he led me, sitting down with surprising grace, and motioned for me to join him. 

I sat and looked towards the river. We were far enough into the cave that I could only see a little way into the water before it became obscure. Enough of a view to feel accompanied by a presence but surrounded enough by the darkness to feel secure.

I'm not sure how long we looked at the view before Azriel broke the silence.

"I hope you know I didn't bring you here to get information out of you," the thought had not even occurred to me, "and I hope that you know that I, nor anyone here wishes you harm."

I sighed before answering, "I am aware."

"Good. I thought that I might tell you about myself. Maybe answer any questions you might have about your situation, however, there is no obligation to ask any if you do not wish it. I would like to talk with you though if you would allow me."

I debated that. He seemed kind enough to want to help drag her from her thoughts. Kind enough to pull her from those males who wanted to rip her to pieces as slowly as they could. Kind enough to offer a hand when I was clearly struggling. I nodded to him, hoping that he would see. He did, thankfully.

"I grew up in a very hateful environment. The male who fathered me was cruel. I lived locked in his basement, only allowed to see my mother for short periods every so often when I had earned it. He and my half-brothers took to torturing me at every available moment, never allowing me a moment of peace unless it was one of the rare times I was with my mother." He took several deep breaths before continuing. "It was just after one of those moments with her that the worst of it happened."

He held up his hands for me to see. They were covered in scars. Burn scars from the look of it. My eyes shot to his as I made the connection.

He nodded and continued, "When his sons were done burning me I had all but screamed the small settlement that we lived in to shreds. I don't remember his warriors coming to help. But I do remember they stopped the flames. It was the worst pain I have experienced. They took far longer to heal than other injuries because my father refused to seek medical attention, regardless of his warriors and my mother's pleas. I remember looking at them for the first time after the bandages were removed and being thankful." 

His voice had dropped into such a hushed whisper that it was difficult to hear, but he continued still.

"I was thankful that there was a part of the outside of my body that matched how broken I was inside. Thankful because there was something just as ugly as the hate that burned in my soul for my father and brothers."

He was silent again as he let me absorb this truth of his. The silence felt louder than the past few months. Louder because his admission had brought back some of what I had tried to hide from myself. Louder because my head was screaming at me that I felt the same. I wish there was more of me that could show the scars of my loss. I wanted it so badly in some moments as I sat in my room that it scared me. I had never thought about harming myself before then. But the longer I sat in that room and thought, the more I wanted it. Wanted the flames to appear at my fingertips so that I could burn away at myself slowly until there was nothing left at all. 

The pieces of this story that he had shared with me were deeply personal. So deep that I wondered what it cost him to share it with me. Why he picked that specific story to tell. I wondered for a while before it finally made sense.

"Your shadows can see things even when you are not around." It wasn't a question and yet he nodded his agreement anyway.

I felt self-conscious as I finally asked one of the questions he was waiting for.

"Did...did you see the flames, too?"

Azriel nodded again and looked into my eyes as he spoke. 

"It was just the once that they appeared, but they were there. You are not crazy." His voice was low but not threatening, almost a comfort.

It was because of that comfort he offered that I decided to offer a bit of myself to him as well.

"I wish that I were dead like my family, too. I sit in my room, or the den, or the kitchen and wish for those flames. Beg for them. I told myself that it was because I wanted to be able to defend myself against people, but that was a lie. I beg for the fire because if I had it... If I had it I could make my outsides match my insides too."

As I let my words settle in the cave, I wondered how harshly he would judge me. How badly it would hurt to feel the sting of the words of that judgment. As I felt his hand grab my own, I wondered what the words would be that would finally finish destroying what left I had. 

But the words never came. And slowly, the silence began to feel comforting again. The weight of the truths leveled here finally letting me breathe a little easier. I knew that as time passed he and I were the same in our truths. Knew that he still was thankful. Knew that I still wanted to match.

It was sunset before he spoke again. His voice soft but firm as he asked, "Would you like to train with me in the mornings? I can't promise to bring the flames but sometimes the pain from working your body is a welcome feeling to those like you and I."

"And exactly what time is this training in the morning? I have tons wallowing to do in my schedule and I don't want that time interrupted." 

He smiled even though my tone made it clear it wasn't a joke, not entirely.

"Early enough that you will have to wake up before the sun if you want to avoid Cassian and the Valkyries. We can start tomorrow if you want."

It was easier than I cared to admit to agree. And we were silent once more as we sat on our rock. The security of our cave brought more darkness as the sun finally set. It wasn't until we went to walk back that I realized he never let go of my hand.

[theghostoficarus]

Enemies to Lovers They Say Pt.5

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6

Forever. So many people use it over and over. But no one really understands how long forever is.

I'll love you forever.

Best friends forever!

Forever is a lie. A promise no one can keep. I know the hurt of this lie. For I wish for a moment, in a single breath, for forever to be real. It was a lie.

As sunlight drifted into the room Red's eyes fluttered open. A beam of light landed right on his eye. He shifted to get it away and looked in front of him. A furry of heat rose up his skin as he started at MK. The raven-haired boy was drooling ever so slightly, but nonetheless, he looked stunning. His hair fluffed up, his skin glowing, and his lips. Red sat up quickly rushing to take his pillow as he climbed out of the bed and went to leave.

 What was he thinking?! Kissing Mk what a preposterous idea! He could never- would never! Red slammed the door behind him, he let out a sigh as he leaned back on the door sliding down to sit on the floor. He perked his head up when he heard shuffling behind the door and in a puff of flame, he was back in the guest room.

The hot-headed boy went and got ready for the day putting on his jacket and fixing his hair. He didn't know why he decided to follow MK. Didn't understand how he felt. Feelings were new to him, sad, happy, or angry, he could hardly understand them at all. Nonetheless, he knew that whatever he was feeling around MK his parents would be most disappointed in.

Stepping out of the guest room ready for the day he walked down the hall stretching his legs. He glanced around the corner and noticed one particular mural. It was of MK, Mei, and him. Red was baffled to see himself in the painting. His expression was a scream as it was a depiction of the group performing their final attack on the lady bone demon.

Red stepped closer to it admiring the detail of it, how everything down to loose strands of hair was carefully painted in. Someone coughed behind him, and as he turned around it was MK. 

"Admiring my handy work?" MK asked with a slight prideful tone. Red Son scoffed, crossing his arms and tapping his foot on the dark wood floors. 

"You made this?" Red retorted with a teasing expression. MK nodded puffing out his chest. 

"I've painted a lot of the murals here actually," MK boasted with a cheeky smile. Red chuckled looking back at the painting. 

"Well I must say they're not half bad, but you forgot to add something," Red retorted taking a step back. MK glared at Red then the painting looking it over.

 "What? What are you talking about? I didn't miss a thing! I swear-" MK grumbled baffled as he examined every corner of the mural. Red sniggered to himself as he pointed at MK's face. 

"Figure it out noodle boy," He teased flicking MK's nose and walking off. MK glared at him his face pink and tail twitching furiously. Red laughed to himself as he wandered around the mansion. In truth there was nothing wrong with the art, he just wanted to bother MK. He had missed making the hero upset for no reason. It was one of his favorite things just to bother MK. 

So the demon set off to the garden, he wanted to do something that would really set MK off. Walking out into the green field he found a peach tree and climbed up it. The ruff bark brushed against his cut wrists as he clambered up.  Reaching the top he sat down on the nearest branch and plucked a peach taking a bite of it and swaying his legs side to side as he waited for MK. 

The monkey boy walked out of the manor and looked around for the scarlet demon. Red quickly finished his peach and aimed the pit at MK's head. He flung it and hit MK smack dab on the forehead. MK yelped and rubbed his head glaring around as he searched. 

"Red Son!" He hollered, "Where are you!?" Red sat in the tree covering his mouth as he laughed. His legs kicking the air as he tried to stay on the branch giggling to himself. MK's head perked up as he spotted Red in the tree. Red Son quickly grabbed another peach ate it and getting the juice all over his face. MK glared at him and started stomping over to him. 

Red took the pit and threw it at MK hitting his back now. Mk yelped again causing Red to laugh even harder. He took more peaches and instead of eating them just broke them open to take out the pit. MK eventually took out his staff and started thwacking away the many seeds. Soon enough it had turned into a competition of sorts as Red struggled to hit MK.

 "Come on Red! I could do this for hours! You're going to run out of peaches at some point!" MK laughed as he took a step closer hitting a seed back at the tree the demon was hiding in. Red caught it and flung it back at MK with harsh force. This was getting difficult to keep up, if Red lost his grip at any moment he'd burn down the entire orchard. 

" I'll never stop!" Red retorted jumping to another tree and repeating the cycle. MK sighed and jumped into the air swinging from tree to tree with a terrifying agile speed. Red scrambled up gathering as many pits as he could manage jumping down as he ran quickly. Running backward now, he threw the pits at MK. MK hit them away and lept forward crashing into the demon as the two screamed and tumbled into the grass.

 Red dropped the seeds in his hands as they scattered everywhere. He landed next to the two intertwining trees MK on top of him. Both of them panting MK sat up and glared at the prince. 

"What in Buddahs name do you think you were doing?" He demanded gripping Red's collar in his hands, and holding him up. The prince only smiled gripping the grass underneath in his claws. He didn't answer the monkey on top of him. MK grumbled glaring at the prince his grip tightened as he glared at the demon underneath him. 

Red's smile grew and he soon burst with a peal of howling laughter.  MK, startled let Red go jumping up and stood over Red as he laughed curling and twisting with laughter. The scarlet prince sighed as he sat up a cold glare pinning Mk where he stood. A snide cruel smile rested on the lips of the demon, sadly reminding Mk that this was his enemy. 

He often did his best to deny it but he never could. Red always sought after annoying him, shoving Mk the wrong way. But there were always those moments, of joy, of peace, where MK let himself indulge in his feeling for the flame prince. Alas, he knew who could never tell him, never find a way to explain it to a person who couldn't understand something as simple as a feeling. So he just stood there glaring at the demon prince who coldly stared back at him.

  CRASH

The two whipped their heads around as screams of monkeys sounded. Metal banging on metal. 

A fight had begun.  

[autizta]

I am playing Spyro: Ripto's Rage for the first time and I'm not the biggest fan of the story

I don't know, it feels weak and rushed which works with the simpler objectives and lore given to us in the game before it, but not with this one, it's got such a big world with so much going on but the plot does not keep up with what it wants to be

I totally understand why this happened and it is a shame, but I think it can be easily fixed by fleshing out the characters around him and introducing a clearer objective for Spyro, that makes sense for his character and is also more fleshed out. Such as oh I don't know, proving himself and riling up people against an empire.

I wrote a conceptual introduction for this plot in Read More, enjoy

It's a normal day in the Dragonlands, where Spyro is organizing a pile of gems

Cameras: So, Spyro, you are very well off after your last adventure, what are you gonna do with all those gems?

Spyro: Isn't it obvious? I'm spending it on my vacation to Avalar

Cameras: Isn't that outside the Dragonlands?

Spyro: Yeah but it's full of awesome different creatures, including my two radical friends who invited me there, Hunter the Cheetah and Elora the Faun

Camera: Then... that means you'll be the first dragon to tour Avalar?

Spyro: Yeah I'm sure the locals will be crazy about me, it's gonna be epic

Meanwhile, on Ripto's castle in Avalar...Ripto is throwing a tantrum while watching the TV

He is paranoid and angry, first Spyro, then what's next? His grand, beautiful and orderly kingdom ruled by the beastly, ugly and unruly dragons? Spyro represented everything he hated, and every second of peace he took from him Ripto swore to take it from Spyro as well

Ripto: PROFESSOR!!!!!!!

The small creature skittered as fast as he could to his ruler, nervous and clumsy

Professor: Y-yes my lord?

Ripto: LOOK! *he points at the TV* there's a DRAGON coming to my kingdom!! How long until he gets here????

The professor takes out a notepad and writes some things down, while Ripto watches him intently

Professor: about...15 minutes I'd say?

Ripto: NO! I must hurry while there's still time!

He pushes the scientist to the side and rushes to open the door, where his minions pretend to not have been listening in this whole time

Ripto: ALL GUARDS ON ALERT, A THREAT IS COMING AND WE HAVE WORK TO DO!

Meanwhile, Spyro is on his flight to Avalar, it seems he is arriving, but not too long after he lands he is surrounded, he fights with all his might until the locals seem to start trapping him, when things seem too tough he is finally saved by his friends!

Hunter is quick while Elora is strong, they're quite the duo together and take out the enemies successfully, Spyro is still confused though.

Spyro: Well THAT just happened

Elora: I'm so sorry Spyro, I know that wasn't the reception you expected, it wasn't what I expected either

Hunter: We should have though, this is all my fault, I knew we should have just gone to the Dragonlands, I was gonna suggest it but-

Elora: Hunter, stop searching for ways to blame yourself okay? The only one to blame here is Ripto

Spyro: Hold on you two I'm completely lost, what's going on here, who's Ripto, what's he got to do with all this and where is he so I can flame him on his face?

Elora: I'll explain, Ripto is the jackass currently in charge of the Avalar kingdoms

Hunter: GASP Elora!!!

Elora: What??? It's true okay! I don't care if a Dragon ate his grandma or anything, not a single other faun is as much of an annoying dick about it as he is. He's seen you on TV Spyro, and he hates you

Hunter: So now out of nowhere he enforced a bunch of security measures in all of the Summer Forests, and put a bounty on your head *he shows Spyro a badly drawn sign that reads "DRAGON: Dead or Alive 10000 gems"*

Spyro: That looks nothing like me! Oh when I see that Ripto guy he's TOAST

Elora: Now hold on Spyro you are NOT facing Ripto alone

Hunter: Yeah, I will

Elora: NO ONE will face Ripto alone

They both seem slightly annoyed at Elora

Elora: Look, we are not the only ones dissatisfied, I for one can tell the other faun don't like these brutish guards ordering us around, despite being afraid of dragons because of Ripto they are much, much more afraid of Ripto himself. If we can show to them you are on our side we can start a revolution!

Hunter: WHAT?

Elora: I'm serious!!

Hunter and Elora start to argue, Spyro tries to get their attention to no avail, suddenly a burning ship flies above their heads and they finally look to the dragon

Spyro: So, I came here to chill and find out fame has its consequences, there is a bounty on my head, it's a lot to take in at once

Hunter: Sorry, Spyro

Elora: You're right, Spyro

Spyro: Which is why Elora is right, this revolution is going to be FIRE! LET'S GOOO WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR COME ON!!!

And he rushes ahead of them giving them 0 time to think or say anything, and they both rush after him.

[words2be]

When my mother lay on her death bed, she was frustrated that her life was left undone. We were alone in the hospital room at Olean General, and she was in pain and confused from the opiates delivered through a Brompton’s serum administered to terminal cancer patients in those days. She knew her life was over, and she was sad that she could not complete the things she had started. She said to me, “Oh Barbie, what am I going to do?”

I was 19 and knew everything. I said, “If it were me, I would quit taking all the medications, and I would get up and walk out of here.” She struggled to get out of bed. Fumbling with her IV, she drew back the covers and grasped the chrome railings with her bruised hands. Her slim wrists cracked as she tried to lift herself. She could barely sit up let alone stand. She said, “I can’t do it.” And she lay back down and died a few days later.

I thought my mother could wish away her pain and her death sentence. I bought into the idea that our conscious thought can alter the physical evidence. At that time I had not yet read any new wave philosophy. Now I have read much of it and discovered it is easy to think pain away when the pain is insignificant but not so easy when it is life threatening. Fear is a much louder voice than hope. My own diagnosis has made me realize that the relationship between determination and hopelessness is much more a dance than a negotiation.

Fear is an aggressive dance partner leading you this way and that, and sometimes towards giving in. Ekhart Tolle has scared off many a reader by suggesting a means to relief is to die before you die. We can find comfort in the knowledge that life here in this version ends for everyone. We shut our eyes and step into another plane. It is a great gift that for most of our lives we ignore this truth. But in our ignorance, we embody only one side of the dance. I am coming to see fear as a means to awaken myself and come alive to the moment I am in now.

Facing fear is both acceptance of this life’s inevitable end and responsibility for desiring life now. About twenty years ago a regression therapist hypnotized me. In the hypnotic state I was directed through a tunnel to a cave where a fire should have been burning. Mary, the regressionist, asked me how brightly the flames burned, and I responded that the flame was low, a very small fire. She said, “oh dear, that is what I thought.” When I came out of the hypnotic state I asked her why she said that and what it meant. She said that the flame represents our desire for life. When the flame is low we do not have a strong desire to live this life. She did say, however, that some people see no flame at all, and that I saw one meant that I could fan this flame and learn to desire living.

My mother had little to no flame. She said many, many times that she would die and we would dance on her grave. She did die young. I have never danced on her grave, although one time shortly after she died I drove to the cemetery and briefly considered doing it. Death is always accompanied by anger. I was not only angry about her apparently self-willed death, I was angry about the way she lived and her enormous capacity for abusive meanness.

I died just a little for the first time in 1968 as a result of an eruption of said meanness. It was Christmas Eve day, and my sisters and I were huddled on the couch in our trailer watching Rocketship 7. I spied the chocolate milk balls wrapped in Christmas foil in the candy dish over the tv. I remembered that Mom had said we could eat them on Christmas, and so I began and convinced my sisters to join me. In short order we had emptied the dish. My mother had worked the third shift at Acme Electric and was asleep in the back of the trailer. When she got up and saw the red and green tinfoil strewn about the living area and the candy bowl empty, she flew into a rage. She screamed and yelled and swore, and she brutally heaved the entire Christmas tree, lights and ornaments and all, out the door into a snow bank. The shame of it punctured the center of my chest as if the tree had been a spear she drove right through me. I spent the rest of my childhood steeling myself against her rage, and never attended properly to the wounds.

To die before you die is to live. For me that means releasing the paralysis of shame I have embraced all these years. As devoid of content as so many people claim that social media is, I sometimes find morsels of wisdom there that allow entry into thoughts of relief. Recently two memes kept passing by, and each time I read them, they interrupted the ongoing noise of anger playing on repeat in the background of my conscious thought: when a parent is abusive to a child, the child does not stop loving the parent. She stops loving herself. And my mother’s failure was not so much in her inability to love me as it was in her inability to love herself. I have chosen to let these ideas speak to me and to forgive myself for all unkindnesses forged in a cycle of lovelessness.

I have come to see my own cancer diagnosis as a summons to appreciate my life. I am both dancers in this dance, acutely alive and not afraid to fly. I share this now in some small effort to say what I should say and finish what is left undone.

[casspurrjoybell-25]

Cold as Ice - Chapter 35 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Landon Reilly

My stomach was turning as I stepped foot in the locker room the next day.

Playing against Fox hadn't been a huge concern of mine until last night's shit storm.

Now I knew he would be targeting me but I didn't know how I would react.

I didn't know if I truly had control over my anger when faced with something like this but I did know that if things did go badly with Fox today and I retaliated and ended up hurting him, I would have to say goodbye to Wren forever.

It wasn't like Fox had no reason to hold a grudge against me.

In fact, he had multiple reasons, all of which were valid.

I didn't even think his biggest problem with me was anything I'd done to him but everything I'd done to Elijah, starting with the way I'd treated him when he came out.

********

"Landon," Micah hissed, grabbing my attention away from my hockey gear.

It was the end of practice and I was exhausted and ready to go home.

I would have to sit down with my father for God knows how long to talk to him about everything we worked on, so the last thing I wanted to do was stick around too long after practice but as the person who would undoubtedly be the Captain for senior year, I needed to show leadership and talk to my teammates when they needed me.

It was the end of the season, I was practically the captain already.

These practices were essentially just preparation for the next season since we didn't have any games left this year.

There was only a couple weeks of school left and then I would be doing summer hockey camp with most of my team as their Captain.

"What's up?" I asked Micah, hiding my annoyance.

Micah motioned for me to follow him toward the back of the locker room near the showers.

Everyone had already finished showering and the area was deserted.

"I need to tell you something," Micah started.

"I don't know what to do or what the right thing to do is."

I had no idea what made Micah think I would have any idea of what the right thing would be but I listened anyway.

Surely I could ease his mind if he was about to confess to me he was doping or something.

Half the guys on the team wouldn't pass a drug test.

"Okay, what's going on?" I asked.

Micah looked around, assuring himself that we were alone, then he moved closer to me, his eyes wide with worry.

"It's about Elijah," Micah whispered.

"He... he came out to me. He said he's gay."

A range of emotions raged through me.

I clenched my jaw so hard I could've broken a tooth.

This was the last thing I expected.

I'd have rather Micah tell me he was on steroids than to hear this tidbit of information about Elijah Ellis.

The same Elijah I had a crush on when we were kids, the one my father knew I had a crush on years ago.

The very same one that was the reason my father knew I was gay because I couldn't keep my crush locked down and hidden.

The reason why my father was so hard on me, why he hated me.

"And I don't really know what to do," Micah stammered, looking nervous.

"I don't know what could happen if this got out. I don't want him to lose his position on the team or anything."

Micah, stupid, stupid Micah had no idea what he'd just done.

He had no idea what his confession had done do Elijah, what it had done to me because there was no way I could let this slide.

If my father ever found out I was hiding this secret for Elijah, there was no telling what he would accuse me of or what he would do to me.

He would probably assume I was with Elijah.

He'd kill me.

My hands were in fists by my side.

Before Micah could say anything else, I turned and threw my fist at the wall, my knuckles splitting and Micah letting out a loud gasp.

I let out an angry, strangled groan before turning to Micah again.

"There's nothing we can do for him, Micah," I said through gritted teeth and stormed away.

I was so angry it was like I was walking with flames in my wake.

The team parted for me as I made my way to Elijah.

He looked at me with those kind eyes filled with confusion.

Then, he looked behind me and his face filled with horror.

Micah chased after me, trying to stop what I was about to do next.

Elijah could put two and two together.

He knew what Micah had told me.

I grabbed Elijah by the front of the shirt and yanked him toward me before throwing him up against the lockers.

"When were you going to tell us all that you're a faggot?" I hissed.

I removed one hand from his shirt and punched him in the stomach.

"Huh? Answer me."

Elijah didn't answer as he hunched over at my blow, gasping a deep breath.

"I think it's fair for everyone in here to know that they play hockey with a fag," I spat.

"That they change in front of you, shower with you."

Still, Elijah said nothing.

I punched him in the stomach again and he let out a whimper, tears streaming down his face.

"You're disgusting, you should be ashamed of yourself," I told him.

"After today, when Coach finds out, you'll never step foot in this locker room again."

With that, I shoved him against the lockers one last time before grabbing my stuff and storming out of the room, catching the betrayed look on Micah's face as I left.

I let out a loud curse as I stepped outside, pulling at my hair as I made my way to my car.

Nothing could have prepared me for this.

I threw my things into the car and then got in the driver's seat, pounding on the steering wheel and letting out a strangled yell.

I now had to face my father and convince him I had nothing to do with Elijah Ellis.

[valdederon]

FLAMES JOURNEY CHAPTER #9 neegans pain and unexpectedly hard runions

valdederon and negan both sit down after escoting neegan to his room and neegan begins to sob heavily valdederon looking around the room witch is a mess of claw marks rasor shell slashes and the furniture all but in ribbons the only thing un touched is his nest witch has a couple empty bottles of Spelon Berry bombs ( a spicy whiskey like drink ) and one un opened .

negan--- .. i try ..n.not to drink to much but.. this day of all days hurts so dam much i cant…

he reaches for the bottle but gasps as it shatteres as a stick flies through it clearly thrown with force

neegan-- ha.. guessi shouldnt be surprised.. your heart is like a marsh.. hic.. marsh mallow

valdederon--- i know from experiance that drinking seems like it helps but it doesnt.. in my life as a human i tried it once but gave it up when i nearly blew up an entire ware house having a flash back.. talk to me.. whats going on aside from it beeing your friends birthday and you beeing up set that you both had a fight.

neegan---… can i get some rest first..but.. stay in the room with me.. i cant stand to be alone right now….

valdederon gently sighs and helps neegan to his nest were he promptly passes out exausted lightly drunk and extremly sad.. possibly even depressed…he then goes over to the fire place and gets it gowing after soaking up the mess he made .

valdederon--- he must have just stared recently to not bee upset at me shattering that drink..

over the next couple hours neegan fidgets in a restless slumber tears straming down his face when he eakes up and grabs a berry from his travel pack and begins eating it groggily. yawning after he finishes he rubs the side of he shoulder and lets out a soft sigh.

neegan-- probably…6 years ago..awhile before you were rescued by the guild master i was part of a dungeon raid with my bestfriend…my brother..a pansear named james .we were fighting in preety tight halways so most of his strong moves were to powerful. there were 12 teams and wed fight in rotation it was super stressful. james and i .. he he he.we fought in synk and were combat medics but a few hours in the raid a grupt of razor hounds rushed out of no were and were about to rip into me when …a dark purple flash riped a powerful explosive blast scattering evryone.. i was burned and 3 of out team member got hurt but 4 teams were.. knocked unconsios and varrybaddly injured. if it werent fo teleport badges i dont know how many we would have lost, i. was upset scared.. angry confused when i woke up james and i started to argue and fight. and i called him a no goof fire bombing psycho. but it wasnt his fault but i was so upset i just ran.. and ran and ran untill i ended up here…..mother mew help me.. im a terrible friend.

he begins to sob and valdederon gets up from sitting by the fire place and comes over gently rubbing the dewotts back as he wails not one of them aware of the comming events ahead of them.

valdederon--- lets go work out some of your frestration.. you could use a light distraction.

neegan nodds and sits up and slowly rises with valdederon both of them heading to the still decimated training room. were they begin sparing lightly for awhile. for 2 hours they loose track of time untill they head out to get some lunch but while eating yelling can be heard in the distance. they both head over to the mess hall were its coming from .

valdederon--- whats going on here

the whole caffeteria goes quiet aside from one verry upset pokemon screaming were is he were is the dam dewott.

neegan---w.wait that..that cant…he.. did he track me down…it cant be.. that sounds like james.

with in moments a monkey like animal leaps into the air and pounces neegan into a wall and begins nearly squeazing the life out of the dazed dewott but not out of anger but sadness and worry.

valdederon--- uh.. bud you do realize you conked him in the head right..

the monkey like pokemon stares at valdederon with a growl embers falling from between his teeth and val gives an equaly serious growl back surprising the monkey alittle. before neegan pushes him off with a yelp.

neegan--crimeny james could you bee any more rough.. ive already had a headache and now its pounding cause of that stunt..

the pansear backs up alittle whimpering when the dewot hugs him suddenly and whimpers loudly before tears begin flooding down to the pansears chest

james--w..whoa.. n.neegan what the hell.. why are you crying ..you.

valdederon flicks the pansear on the nose before he can finish his sentance and begins whispering.

valdederon--- you both need to talk alone.. ill walk you both up to his room so you can both have a talk with out interuption.. you have no idea how much pain hes been in.

all 3 of them head to neegans room but only james and neegan go in while valdederon sits down against the wall with a sigh and a smile hoping the 2 of them can make up and stay friends despite the clear heated arguing going on inside almost one siddedly for while but soon silence.

{ inside the room }

james--god this room is a mess…..wait.. seriously youve been..

neegan-- im the worlds worst person arent i..i .. im sorry for .

james hugs neegan with a sigh fully grasping the gravity of neegans pain seeing the violent mess the room is in..after having taken 6 years of constant slash and razor shell attacks all over the walls and furniture and the empty booze bottles one recently shattered

neegan-- lets go home bud. evryone misses you and is worried.

[sunshine-scented]

❀ I just want you with me ❀

: how would they react when they're feeling clingy?

: Sun wukong, Macaque, Red son x gn! Reader

: Fluff :)

Sun wukong

Guess when he'll start to feel like he randomly wants to smother you with attention

Spoiler, everyday

I mean come on, he's been living on top of a mountain for more than a hundred years, ALONE?

Obviously that means that whenever he's with you, it's like an extreme dopamine rush and just constantly making him feel like he's fallen in love again

If you're dating; he's so shamless

Tugs you closer with his tail, randomly clings onto your back in a hug and never lets you go, shoving his head into your lap for head scraches

Will literally whine if you don't give him attention

Started acting so dramatic when you pushed him off your lap cause you needed to work

"(Name) pushed me off! My heart is shattering into a thousand pieces! I will never recover from such a cruel and evil betrayal!"

"We've been sitting here for 3 hours"

"Your point?"

If he's crushing on you: yeah no nothing changes

He's still so shameless

One time you said that you liked how fluffy his fur was

The next day he won't stop rubbing all over you like a cat so you can "feel" it

You're always finding yourself holding his hand without knowing cause the sneaky bastard decided to do it when you were distracted

Give this man a leash, please

Six eared Macaque

He doesn't get relatively clingy

Cause he thinks too cool for affection >:(

But there are times where he needs comfort the most

Probably because of his past traumas and literally his death flashing through his very eyes

Poor baby just wants to feel your hands wrapped around his body man :((

Very subtle about his needs

You have to read between his words and actions to understand

If you see him get all touchy towards you or just never leaving your side, that's a sign

Will literally melt just by feeling your hands

Leans in closing your your palm and holds it with his hand while just staring at you with the most love struck eyes ever

Moments like those really resemble how much he trusts you so much

So willing to even show his deepest and darkest vulnerabilities just to be closer to you

Much more softer and more honest when he's like this

You normally lay in bed at the middle of the night and talk about random things, from his new story for his shadow theater to you just sharing your hobbies

Legs tangled with each other, hands deep inside his fluffy hair, his head burying himself closer to your chest

But then he wakes you up by splashing cold water on your face

Jerk

Red son

Clingy isn't a word to describe him, more like helpless

Whenever he's feeling "clingy" it's mostly when some things been pissing him off as usual and he just wants to lay on your chest

Your back leaning against the bed frame with your angry boyfriend wrapping his arms around you and ranging about how shitty his day has been

"And then he hit me, TWICE >:(("

"Awe, that's too bad :((" *pets hair*

Once you got your arms around him, he will never let go

But entirely denies it whenever you bring it up

Even if you tease him, he won't budge

Sure he'll get flustered and the usual bantering between words are flown off to you, but he's still not letting you go

Heck, even burying his face deeper into your chest while he grumbles on how annoying you are

You could pretty much feel his smile grow when you start cooing at him on how adorable he is as pet his head, downbad for you

If he's crushing on you; the day he becomes clingy is the day he'll stop calling MK "noodle boy"

But, subtle actions such as lingering in your presence and just staring at you from afar is just him begging you to touch him

His hair, his shoulders, gosh please touch his face

But when you catch him he literally bursts into flames and just starts speaking gibberish

Haha, simp

I want to eat wukong

[lotus-flowerz]

hello hello I love your writings so far sobs I couldn't help but do an ask myself aa (it's my first ask ever help hwkajd) could I request perhaps gn reader that flinched away from the boys by reflex? (preferably with Diluc, Kaeya and Kazuha but you can add or remove someone if you want to!) like they were hanging out and reader was lost in thoughts and suddenly when they see in the corner of their eyes how the boys raise their arm for smth reader quickly raises their arms above their own head to protect it- how would they react and how would they comfort the reader? I hope it's not too much or if you're uncomfortable with it you can ignore it if you want to whaaaa

AHHH TY IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY WRITING! i actually do this too, some of my old friends would make fun of me for it, so i hope that my writing here is accurate >.<

i also added beidou in here, hope you don't mind, i just had to since she's my favorite character <3

TW!! FLINCHING, ANXIETY, PAST TRAUMA, MENTION OF DEATH AND INJURIES

SLIGHT INAZUMA ARCHON QUEST SPOILERS

KAEYA BACKSTORY SPOILERS

The cherry blossoms fell silently from the trees under which you and Kazuha were sitting. Those had remained unchanged since you and Kazuha were children. The beauty of the pink blossoms falling towards the green earth without a care.

It had remained the same through the vision hunt decree, through the war, through watching Tomo get killed by the shogun, through both of you getting injured during said fight. Kazuha's hand was burnt from Tomo's vision, and your body had a large scar running from your knee to the side of your neck from a stray bolt of lighting from Tomo's divine punishment. If not for Kazuha's determination to not lose another friend and Beidou and her crew caring for you, you would be dead.

These days, although you and Kazuha both carried the same trauma, he seemed to be doing leaps and bounds better than you were. Your eyes flitted to Kazuha, who was writing poetry. The only sound that could be heard was his pen gliding across the paper, filling it with his eloquent words that always seemed to flow so smoothly.

You were deep in thought, when out of the corner of your eye you spotted something coming towards your face. Instinctively, your hands flew out to shield yourself, leaving a very confused Kazuha, who was only scratching his head, looking at you with concern in his eyes.

"Dove.. did you think I was going to hurt you?"

You slowly lowered your arms, guilt washing over you.

"No! It's just- sometimes, when movements are too sudden.. I.. you know, I try to protect myself because uh.."

His eyes drifted to your scar, then looked up at your face, only to find it tilted to the ground. He put a finger under your chin, bringing your eyes up to meet his, then kissing your forehead.

One hand snaked around your waist while the other traced lightly over your scar, sending shivers down your spine. You wrapped your arms around him as well, putting a little of your weight onto him.

He kissed your lips, squeezing you tight against him.

"I'll never let anyone hurt you again. I promise."

"Kazuha, it's not-"

"I know it's not my fault. And I know I couldn't have prevented it. But I promise you, you're safe now."

He brought his hand up to cradle the back of your head as you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

"Thank you." you said, squeezing him a little tighter.

"No need to thank me. I love you, Y/n."

"I love you too, Kazuha."

You had been a part of Beidou's crew for just over a year now, after meeting her in the wharf of Liyue harbor after finally finding the courage to leave your abusive and toxic partner. You didn't have a place to stay and you were clearly distraught, so when she asked if you were okay and you immediately began to cry, she offered you to come on her ship. You trusted her, since she was the well-known captain of the Crux. After you had explained your situation, she offered you to join her crew. You agreed, and began dating her about six months after joining the Crux.

Because you had been aboard the Alcor for a year, you knew the crew was loud and prone to get drunk. You had never liked to drink, preferring to quietly sip a small glass of dandelion wine while sitting next to Beidou while she drank a few beers and talked with her crew.

It was now the one year anniversary of when you had left Liyue Harbor, and conveniently, the Alcor was anchored there for a bit for a supplies run, imports drop off, and exports pickup. While out and about with Beidou, you had seen your ex in the wharf. They were about to come and talk to you, when you had pointed them out to Beidou. Beidou had slipped her arm around your waist, glaring at your ex, who glared back and turned heel to walk away.

Now, you sipped your wine beside Beidou, deep in thought. The loud atmosphere wasn't helping your anxieties, and you couldn't get your ex's glare out of your head. You didn't even realize you were completely zoned out until Beidou raised her arm to sling it around your shoulders, after she noticed you were zoned out.

Your arms flew up to shield yourself, and you spilt wine all over the both of you. The cup clattered to the floor, but luckily no one else noticed what just happened.

Beidou's face dropped and she quickly picked up the cup, setting it back down on the table.

"Men!" she called out. "Y/n and I are turning in early tonight! Make sure you scallywags have this cleaned up by the morning!"

The crew cheered their goodnights, raising their beers to their captain and her first mate. Beidou smiled, slipped an arm around your waist, and led you back to your guys' shared quarters.

"Alright doll, what happened just now?"

She closed the door behind her and sat on the bed next to you, looking at you with a certain softness that made you melt.

"I'm.. I'm sorry, I was just thinking of my ex, and how we saw them earlier, and I couldn't get their glare out of my head.. and I left them exactly a year ago.. I don't know why I flinched away from yo-"

Beidou cut you off by taking both of your hands into hers.

"Y/n, don't say sorry! You know, your ex wouldn't stand a chance against even my weakest crew member. They will never hurt you again."

"I don't doubt that for a second," you said, a small smile growing on your face, "Thank you for taking me in, Beidou."

"No, the pleasure is all mine. I couldn't ask for a better first mate. You're safe now, okay?" she smiled, squeezing your hands.

You looked into her eyes for a moment before throwing your arms around her. She squeezed you back, kissing your head.

"C'mon, let's shower and get this wine off of us." she giggled.

You laughed. "Yeah, let's."

Kaeya had told you his backstory, but you never mentioned yours. You just weren't ready to talk about it. Your parents had never been great, you always walked on eggshells around everyone, and everyone was all too rough with you, emotionally and physically.

You had met Kaeya in the tavern one night, while trying to drink away what you were feeling. Kaeya had noticed how obliterated you were and let Diluc know he was taking you to stay at the Knights Headquarters, and would keep an eye on you. The rest was history, and now you and Kaeya had been dating for a little over a year.

Kaeya had told you his backstory on Monday. That same day later on, you had a run in with your parents at Blanche's, where they had yelled at you for deciding to become a Knight, and proceeded to pick you apart from your very core.

In turn, you had been drinking a little more than usual for the entire week. You seemed more withdrawn and just not fully there. And it all came to a head when you were laying in bed next to Kaeya.

He went to put his arm over you, a loving gesture, but your arms came up on instinct to shield yourself. He sighed loudly.

"You're scared of me."

"Oh Archons- I didn't mean to- no, I swear it isn't-"

"You've been acting all angry and cold ever since I told you about my roots. I thought you would be the one who didn't leave me after I told them."

"No, Kaeya- please, just let me explain!"

"I'm listening."

You began to hesitantly tell him about your parents. His face grew angrier and angrier every time you told him another thing your parents had done to you.

"I'll kill them. I had no idea that that happened though. I'm sorry for assuming."

"It's alright, Kaeya. I didn't even consider that you might think I was acting weird because of where your confession."

"I swear they'll never get near you again, alright? You're safe now. It's alright."

He pulled you into him, wrapping you up in his strong arms and putting his legs over yours, making you feel protected and safe.

"No one will hurt you, not on my watch. I love you, Y/n."

"I love you too, Kaeya. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

"No need for apologies, you were gonna tell me when you were ready. Now let's get some sleep, that dandelion wine I downed earlier is starting to get to me."

You giggled, burying your head further into his chest.

"Alright. Goodnight, Kaeya."

"Night, prince/ess."

You and Diluc had been dating for a few months now, you had met when he had needed to hire a new bartender, and you volunteered your mixing skills to the Angel's Share. You had caught his eye immediately, and he had asked you out on a date soon after you began your work there.

Your ex wasn't a kind person, to say the least, so you had been hesitant to say yes. You assured Diluc that this was just because your ex was unkind to you, but you had never mentioned physical harm. You hadn't wanted to worry him.

You were sitting on the couch with Diluc, his arm slung over your shoulders while you stared into the crackling flames of the fire burning before you. Diluc wasn't paying attention, as he was reading a book in his free hand.

He raised his arm up, attempting to adjust to a more comfortable position, but you misread this. Your arms were shielding your face in an instant, and Diluc was looking at you with a shocked and concerned face that quickly morphed to anger.

"I'm going to kill him." he growled/

You lowered your arms and looked down, avoiding looking him in the eye.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that."

"Did he hit you??"

"I, um, didn't want to worry you."

"Barbatos.. and this domestic abuser is just, what, roaming around Mondstat? No punishment for the pain he put you through?"

"I didn't tell anyone because I didn't want him to come and hurt me. I also didn't want to cause any trouble."

Diluc rubbed a hand over his face, before wrapping you in a hug.

"You're safe here, alright? I will never lay a hand on you to hurt you. I won't let anyone else hurt you either, okay?"

"Thank you.." your eyes welled up with tears, "I thought you would be upset that I didn't tell you."

"No, never. It's a hard thing to talk about. If you'd like, I have connections. We can have him arrested."

"I don't want to cause trouble.."

"You won't. He won't be able to hurt anyone else this way. But we can discuss this later. Would you care for a cup of tea?"

"That'd be nice. Thanks, Diluc."

"You're welcome, angel. Tell me if anyone hurts you again, alright? I'll protect you."

"Will do. I love you."

"I love you too."

[erodasfishtacos]

#HendallReunited

prompt: request was to write broad but to write something angsty

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: language, sexual content, angst

Harry always had issues with saying ‘no’ to people. He never quite grew out of his manners even when he should have.

He said ‘yes’ to way too many things- signing autographs for rude fans and paparazzi, and agreed to way too many things Jeff suggested.

Saying yes to everything didn’t make his life any easier is the thing. Especially when it came to his wife. She was usually left with the aftermath of him being too nice.

The media painted Y/N in a negative light occasionally and so did the fans because she would stand up for Harry and not let him say ‘yes’ to every single request.

She would tell disrespectful fans he’s not signing autographs because of the way they were screaming and interrupting his work.

Harry wished he could do it himself - admired that his wife didn’t give a fuck what people thought about her. He cared entirely too much what the world would think.

The couple didn’t fight about much - no, not really. Normal couple stuff for the most part. But this was the exception, this is where Y/N found most of their turmoil.

Every few months it would rear it’s ugly head and they’d find themselves in the same position over and over again.

This time - it was really fucking bad.

The couple had been staying in their Los Angeles home for the last few months whilst the singer finalized his album and began promotion.

It was boring meeting among boring lunch outings to get all their ducks in a row. Jeff - his manager the main orchestrator.

He was a great manager and a good friend, but it was also business too which Harry didn’t always comprehend.

At the end of the day, Harry was making Jeff millions upon millions of dollars. But Harry didn’t think that way.

**

Harry was in a stuffy conference room at the The Late Late Show to work on the script and ideas for the show. Promo had been nonstop.

He was a bit tired as it was nearly just hitting eight in the morning and he had been up late with you - having some late night loving in the hot tub.

“As for guest - Kendall Jenner,” James Corden’s producer states. All the men agree but Harry is taken aback.

“Why...why would we have my ex-girlfriend as one of my guests?” Harry interrupts, confusion knitting his brows.

Kendall and him didn’t end on a bad note - not at all. They hooked up a few times after their ‘break-up’ but once he’d met Y/N she was understanding when he cut it off.

Y/N wasn’t necessarily jealous of the model, but didn’t love when they’d run into each other at events. She was still overtly flirty with Harry without much shame. 

Harry also didn’t have an desire to see her or host her as a guest on the show. She was nice but he wasn’t interested in being friends with her. They didn’t have much in common and he was head over heels for his wife.

“The media will eat it up, dude. Harry Styles and Kendall Jenner reunited on a show after four years?” Jeff smiles, the others nodding in amicable agreement.

This is one of this times where Harry needs to say “no,” that it’s disrespectful to his significant other to use an old flame for promo for his album.

He already knows ‘hendall’ will be trending within minutes and he can’t imagine how that would make his parter feel.

“I just...this doesn’t seem like a good idea?” Harry begins hesitantly, making it sound more like a question than a statement. 

“Why not?” Eric, one of the writers asks.

“Y’know, I’m married. I don’t think m’missus would appreciate if I did somethin’ like that just for promotion,” he states, scratching at his jaw uncomfortably.

“Look Styles, we’re not asking you to fuck the girl. It just a interview, c’mon,” The executive producer gruffs - wanting those guaranteed views.

Harry swallows - looking at his manager and then at everyone else at the table looking at him for an affirmative answer.

“Uh-sure,” Harry fumbles, feeling anxiety rise into his throat. Fuck, he’s such a god damn pushover.

He’s trying to find his voice to go back on his agreement but the meeting wrapping up and people are leaving with final handshakes.

**

Harry doesn’t know how to tell Y/N what is going on. He’d been keeping in stored in the back of his mind, not ready to have a blowout.

He never found the perfect time to bring it up and now it was too late. It was the morning of the show and he was due to be at the rehearsals this afternoon.

Harry had finally decided he was going to tell her this morning over coffee but forgot that she had a girl’s day planned with a few friends.

She was already out to breakfast with them when he woke up. His phone had one text from you.

Hi baby. I’m out with the girls. See you at the show tonight. I’ll meet you there around six! Love you!

He was fucked royally and he had no one to blame but himself. Maybe it’d be okay, maybe she’d roll her eyes and tell him he’s an idiot.

Realistically he knew that was just a sweet dream at this point.

—

Harry was fidgety and kept mucking up his lines during rehearsal as it got closer to the showtime and his missus arriving.

Kendall had arrived for hair and makeup without seeing her ex-boyfriend yet. He dreaded seeing the model.

Kendall and Y/N had met a few times at different events. It was always cordial. Kendall was always casual - their relationship was never more than a couple fun dates and sex.

They were kind to each other when they met but he couldn’t deny how much harder his partner kissed him on the mouth afterwards.

Before he know it, his wife is hugging him from behind as he talks to a producer about which cameras to look at.

Y/N noticed the way he tensed up at first and thought about how unusual that was for him. Normally, he’d lean back into her with his full weight causing them both to stumble and laugh.

He slowly, cautiously turns around and his face  relaxes a little bit but not completely. “Hi baby,” he hums, leaning in for a kiss.

“You look so handsome,” she replies, admiring his brown pinstriped suit and her pearl necklace that he’d snagged awhile back. She thought it looked better on him anyways.

“You look even better, s’fuckin’ pretty, love,” he gushes, coming back in for another kiss - a little too sensual for the setting.

She was donned in a cropped white shirt, showing of the smooth expanse of her tummy. An oversized blazer of Harry’s, ripped jeans, and heels. 

Harry thought fleetingly he couldn’t wait to fuck her after the show. Then remembered that mostly wouldn’t happen.

Reggie, the musical lead, slides up to you two. He smiles wide at you, saying, “Can’t believe you agreed to the guest this evening.”

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion, Harry’s raise nearly to his forehead, but when she opens her mouth to ask him to explain they’re interrupted.

“Harry!” The leggy model trots over to the little group. Dressed in an interesting one-piece suit that has sewn in heels. She looked beautiful as ever, of course she was a model.

Both of them turn towards the oblivious girl, “Kendall,” Harry replies with a twinge of anxiety - eyes repeatedly looking at his significant other’s profile as multiple emotions flash.

“Hiya, you’re Y/N right?” Kendall smiles kindly, offering her manicured hand.

She accepts, “Yeah, uh-good to see you again.”

Harry knew she had connected the dots quickly in her head. The hurt, confusion, had hit her eyes before narrowing into full-blown rage at her partner.

“I promise I’ll go easy on him,” Kendall jokes before pinching at Harry’s cheek teasingly. The model was a natural flirt with everyone she got along with.

“Oh, sure,” she replies lamely, attempting to not let her feelings burst out in that moment with her husband . She knew it wasn’t Kendall’s fault.

“I’m going to go grab a bite to eat. I’m probably gonna puke when we do ‘spill or fill’. See you guys soon,” the model waves before trailing off with her assistant.

“Did you kn- of course you knew she was your guest,” Y/N seethes, turning to fully face the guilt-stricken-singer.

He rubs the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact, “I did.”

“How long have you known for?” She demands to know, keeping her voice at an angry whisper to not draw attention.

Harry wasn’t going to lie to his love, “About two weeks.”

Y/N replies with a laugh, “let me guess, you let Jeffrey talk you into this bullshit, again.”

His silence is all she needs to know it’s true.

“For Christ’s sake, of course,” She huffs bitterly, “what’s even worse is you didn’t fucking tell me. What the fuck?”

Harry bites his lip, not able to rasp out anything but a pathetic, “m’sorry, love.”

He wasn’t usually good at taking responsibility during a fight. He was stubborn at best but he couldn’t deny his way out of this.

“You will be, you-“

They were cut off by the staff, the audience was trailing in and Harry needed to get mic’d up now.

“This conversation isn’t over,” she points her finger at his chest before storming off to the side of the stage where she’d watch from.

Fucking shit.

**

Harry was a performer. It’s easy for him to push things to the back of his mind so he can entertain a enamored audience.

But tonight, he was struggling. Eyes flicking over to the teleprompter more than usual, his demeanor not as vivid and carefree.

Not when his wife was glaring daggers at him from stage right. Her hand constantly at her mouth, biting at her nails - a nervous tick of hers.

“Next up, the one, the only, the beautiful model and one of my good friends, Kendall Jenner!” Harry introduces when she walks out and waves at the crowd.

They hug and when they pull apart they step over to where they were playing the game. Either answer the question or eat a nasty food picked out by the other.

They weren’t allowed to see each other’s questions before the game started- both going on blind which put Harry more on edge.

“Okay, Kendall. Rank the members of One Direction on most to least attractive or you will be eating...” Harry spins the table, “Cow tongue.”

She flinched at the disgusting plate, smirking up at Harry before considering her course of action, “I think I can answer this one.”

He wasn’t looking forward to her answer. Neither was Y/N by the way she nearly shaking her foot off her leg.

“Okay, I got this. You - the most attractive, then uh- Zayn....Louis...Niall...Liam,” she laughs, “but all of you are hot!”

Harry fake laughs and acts like he’s impressed by her answer as the crowd roars and cheers. 

When Kendall picks up her notecard - she laughs in surprise at the question before looking at him with bright eyes.

“Okay, um, bull penis!” She giggles before starting the question, “I’m dying to know this answer. So...your first album HS1 was released four years ago, correct?”

He nods, apprehensive.

“Which songs were about me? Especially was only angel?” She laughs at Harry’s pale expression before without another thought he shovels the rancid food into his mouth.

Harry looks off to the side to see that his missus is no longer sitting there. Just Jeff - who gives him a thumbs up.

**

The first thing he did when the show ended and the lights dimmed was bolt off to Jeff - ignoring Kendall who was about to say something to him.

“Where’d Y/N go?”

He thought she might have went out to get a breathe of fresh air but for the next hour and a half he hasn’t seen her once.

“She said she wasn’t feeling very good. She told me to tell you she’d meet you at home,” Jeff shrugs unbothered.

“Damnit!” Harry curses loudly, ripping out of the microphone and the little pack in his back waistband.

“Harry,” Jeff scolds at his unprofessionalism that was abnormal for him.

“No! Don’t fucking ever ask me to do shit like this again. You fucking knew what questions were on those notecards and you said it wasn’t anything about our previous relationship.”

“Harry-“

“Don’t fucking talk to me. You’re a real shit manager sometimes, you know that? Do not contact me tonight or tomorrow for that matter, you douchebag,” Harry barks before storming off towards the dressing rooms.

All the employees were standing around in shock, staring at the popstar as he ignored everyone around him.

Harry was famously known for being a kind, amicable guy. So it took everyone by surprise to hear him speak like that. Even Jeff was shaken up a little.

—

The house was pitch-black as Harry pulled up. The house’s first floor was lined with large, bay windows and not a single light was on.

He could find one room illuminated which was your bedroom. A dim side lamp must have been flicked on. He imagined her purposely turning off all the lights on the trek up the staircase.

Harry didn’t want to admit how much he was trembling with awful nerves and anticipation as he slowly turns the knob of the shared bedroom.

Y/N wasn’t laying in bed as he expected but found the bathroom door shut tightly. He noticed a little yellow bag with tissue paper off to the side by a dresser.

He knocks on the oak door, not daring to enter without permission.

“What do you want?” Y/N answers, tone flat and emotionless. 

“Can I come in, baby? Please...” He wasn’t ashamed to beg for forgiveness at this point. Hearing the emptiness in her tone scared him shitless.

“I really could care less,” She replies coldly from her spot in the scalding water decorated with bubbles.

Harry had never felt more unsure in his life as he enters the bathroom.  Y/N had gotten proper pissed at him or vice versa before - right before a concert, an award ceremony but she’d never left without him.

Her head was laying against the foam headrest and her body was covered by the soap water. She looked tired and her eyes were puffy from crying.

Harry kneels next to the tub, “look at me, please pet.”

 Y/N takes a moment before turning her head and opening her eyes. They were distant, disappointed in the man in front of her.

“I should have told you about Kendall. I should have put up more of a fight to get someone else on instead,” Harry admits, his hands desperately wanting to reach out for her.

She shakes her head with a heart-wrenching sniffle, “it’s not just tonight, Harry. We’ve had this conversation continuously for three and a half fucking years. You try to please everyone, despite them giving no fucks about you.”

“Are you that much of a pushover? You let your ex-girlfriend flirt with you in front of millions. Do you know how embarrassing and unfair that it to me?” She wipes at her eyes to stop the tears spilling over.

Harry hadn’t thought of it like that - to be honest. But he agrees, it wasn’t fair and downright cruel to do that to her.

What? All because he couldn’t say ‘no’ because he didn’t want people to be mad at him? It was pathetic and ridiculous.

“I-I won’t let it happen again, lovie. I mean it, I truly do,” Harry whimpers reaching over to cup her cheek and wants to cry when she pushes him away.

“You’re a broken record. You’ve said that a million times before but don’t change,”  Y/N points out, eyes boring furiously into his wife’s.

“I’m goi-“

She cuts him off with a sharp edge in her tone, “Just leave me alone, get out.”

The man’s face crumbles and for a second, she wants to just end the fight and makeup but then nothing would change.

“Baby-“

“Get out!” She finally bellows, tears streaming down her face steadily.

He obliges, head hung in defeat as he closes the door behind him. He stands there’s blankly for a second before going to the walk-in closet.

He’s pulling out a fresh pair of cotton underwear and a large sleepshirt for his partner, laying them neatly on the bed.

Harry doesn’t know what to do with himself while he waits so he pulls out his phone to mindlessly scroll.

He throws it against the wall when he sees #hendallreunited is trending number one on Twitter at the moment.

The singer strips down to his briefs and sits with his back against the tufted headboard, staring blankly at the wall.

His eyes catch a neon pink pair of his swimshorts tossed carelessly on the decorative vase in the corner of the room from the night before .

“Fuck, baby - no need to rush,” Harry groans into Y/N ‘s mouth as she pushes him until he’s sat on the edge of their California king.

She reaches impatiently for the tie on his neon pink swimshorts and yanks them off his slim, peach-fuzz thighs before throwing them onto the vase without a care that it was worth over twenty-thousand pounds.

After edging her in the hot tub with his fingers and mouth, she wasn’t waiting any longer before clambering onto his lap, pulling her swim bottoms to the side, and sinking onto him.

He felt guilty when his cock twitched at the thought of it. But when reality set back in, the arousal with the memory evaporated.

It isn’t much longer until the door is pulled open and  Y/N’s padding into the room with a towel secured around her.

She looks at the clothes Harry set out for her and pointedly walks past them to pick out her own nightwear. 

That really shouldn’t make his eyes tear up as he watches her slide on a similar pair of panties and an oversized shirt. Spotting a purpling bruise on her upper in thigh from his mouth.

 Y/N silently walks past the bed and to the bedroom door, looking back before bleakly stating, “I’m going to sleep in the guest room.”

He frowns, wrinkles appearing on his forehead, “You can sleep in here, love. I’ll take the guest room.”

Harry doesn’t get a reply as she just shakes her head and closes the door loudly behind her. 

It’s just - he’s never seen her this upset. She was usually fantastic at communicating her feelings and hashing things out.

She wasn’t one for the silent treatment or ignoring the topic. It had his chest rising faster than usual with anxiety. The serious of it overwhelming him.

He states at the wall for a very long time without wiping the fat tears brimming over his trembling lips.

*

He couldn’t sleep - it was half past three and he hadn’t even laid down or clicked off the lamp.

Harry accepted sleep wasn’t coming so he begins to tidy the already clean room. He picks up the shorts and tossing them in the hamper.

He refolds some joggers he’d carelessly shoved in a drawer and when he went to move the little yellow bag - curiosity got the best of him.

There was no card and he wasn’t sure who it was for or if it had been a gift already give to Y/N that she had returned home with.

Harry really shouldn’t - but he does. Gently tugging out the paper and reaching in to feel fabric.

Pulling it out, it takes him a minute to identify what it is - two baby onesie. Who was having a baby?

He lays them in front of him, eyes widening in surprise as he reads what is printed across the black cotton.

The first one was the colors and font of his upcoming tour merch with the photo he used on his tour announcement with the heeled boot and white pants.

Love on Tour - Due Date: September 2025

With Special Guest Appearance from Baby Styles

The second one was simple and read across the chest:

I’m having your baby (and it is your business) with embroidered kiwis all of over it.

He frantically reached back into the bag to pull out a bundle of pregnancy tests tied with a silk bow.

They weren’t necessarily trying for a baby but they’re weren’t not trying either. Harry wanted a baby as soon as his missus was willing to give him one.

“No, no, don’t one,” she’d whined into his mouth when he’d reached over to grab a condom off the nightstand.

“Oh sweet thing, you want me bare? Fill you up?” He croons happily, coming back to grip at his thick base and tease at her entrance.

“Ye-yeah, H. Please,” (Y/N) whimpers, bucking her hips in the hope he’d slip inside her.

Harry hums, “Might give you a baby though, y’want me to knock you up?”

“Want it, wan-“

He cuts her off with a hard, blissful kiss as he thrusts all the way inside before pulling out to do it again. 

“Gonna give it to you, whatever you want, lovie,” he promises.

The two had never used protection afterwards. It had start about seven months ago and from his knowledge she’d still been getting her periods regularly.

Occasionally, he would palm at her flat tummy and pout, “Haven’t put a baby in you yet, ‘ave I?”

He was so ecstatic but disappointed in himself for ruining everything and pleasing everyone other than who he should be.

Harry needed to fix this. He didn’t want Y/N to lose the excitement of having their baby over a dumb choice of his.

The man’s out of the room and not knocking before entering their guest room. His now pregnant love is laying on-top of the covers.

One hand subconsciously on her belly - which she removes and places next to her when her wife walks in.

The television was on but the volume was low and Y/N wasn’t watching it in the first place anyways.

Harry sits on the edge of the bed, “I opened the yellow bag.”

She looks at him with wide eyes, a little taken aback. she was going to surprise him tonight and forgot to store it away for another time after the fight.

Harry has happy tears dribbling down his cheeks, “you’re having my baby?”

Y/N nods, running a slight hand through his curls. She still had a nasty knot of anger and uncertainty in the pit of her stomach.

It pains her, wanting to share this moment of excitement with Harry but she just couldn’t. The uncertainty of whether Harry would put everybody’s needs before his own baby.

“Come back to bed, want t’talk and celebrate. M’so bloody excited,” Harry murmurs, a large smile decorating his face as he smooths a palm over the expanse of her tummy.

His wife shakes her head and places a hand over his, feeling the cold metal of all of them. “I want to be left alone.”

The twinkle in Harry’s eye diminishes to devastation as he realizes that he’s fucked up so badly that she doesn’t even want to celebrate.

“Pet, can...we just forget about it tonight and be happy ‘bout the baby?” Harry asks selfishly, knowing it was unlikely she’d agree.

She didn’t, a firm expression on her face, “no, I have a lot to think about.”

“Like wha’?” He asks anxiously, unknowing of quite the reason she was so furious.

“Like how you say yes to everything and everyone. We talk and talk about how you need to say ‘no’ and do what’s best for you - for us. You agree to and never follow through”

She takes a shaky breath and continues, “it’s affected our relationship before when you’ve had to cancel our vacation away from all this for a charity concert you’d agree to perform at last minute, dinner reservations because you told your friend we’d be at their art showing they wanted you at.”

Harry knew she was right. He did those things. He wanted everyone to be happy with him - to a fault.

“Tonight was just icing on the cake, you allowed your manager to talk you into hosting your ex on that show. Out of all the people in the world - her. With flirty questions and jabs from her. You let that happen. You care about making everyone happy but in return you don’t care how it affects me. That’s pretty shitty.”

“I’m...I’m really fucking scared you’ll do that even when we have the baby. I need you to put them first and right now...I’m not sure if you’re going to. You can’t put the person you want to spend the rest of your life with first now, how do I know you’ll do it with the baby?”

Harry chokes out a sob as he presses his forehead against the bed, his broad shoulders shaking. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried this hard - years ago maybe. He felt like his wife didn’t have any faith in him and he was to blame.

He looks up at her with swollen eyes - at a loss for what to do or say. He loved her so much and was over the moon that they were going to have a baby.

“How do I fix this, darling? You’re right, I really fucked up. M’sorry,” Harry cries, grabbing at her hands and she allows it.

“Just saying you’re sorry won’t fix it,” Y/N replies flatly, letting Harry squeeze and kiss at the backs of her hands.

“Then what do I bloody do to fix this?” Harry raises his voice in frustration, staring in bewilderment at his wife. 

Y/N narrows her eyes at him, “Do not raise your voice at me, Harry. Actions speak louder than words.”

Harry swallows harshly, pressing one finally kiss to her hand. “Okay.”

“Okay?” She repeats.

“I love you, I’ll fix this,” he promises with conviction. He knew what he needed to do and do it tomorrow. So he and his wife could enjoy her new pregnancy.

“I need space tonight, I just...please”Y/N says quietly, rubbing at his shoulder.

It wasn’t the first time they’ve slept in separate rooms because they weren’t getting along but they normally found their way back to each other before sunrise.

Harry nods, lip still tremble with the residual anxiety of the conversation. She allows him to press a soft kiss to her mouth before leaving the room.

—-

Cafe Habana was busy - but no one was paying much attention to Harry and Jeff. It was the morning after and Harry had demanded a meeting over breakfast with his manager.

“Y/N pregnant,” Harry states bluntly after their drinks arrive.

“Oh? Congratulations, dude. That’s exciting!” Jeff leans over to pat him on the shoulder, a big smile.

“The baby is due in September. My next tour starts in next July. The baby will be about nine months. I want to be at home with them for the first year.”

Jeff doesn’t look pleased, “what are you getting at Harry?”

“Reschedule the July and August tour dates. Tack them on to the end of the tour,” Harry lays out flat. 

He hadn’t talk to his wife about this but he knew this was how he could prove that he could say ‘no’ and not be a pushover.

“No Harry. Look I get you’re excited about the baby - but that will be such a fucking hassle,” Jeff frowns, sipping his mimosa.

“I’m not asking, Jeff. I’m telling you that’s what needs to happen,” Harry replies firmly, tone strong and unwavering.

Jeff is definitely taken aback by his client’s conviction. 

“While we’re on the topic, do not ever put me in a situation like you did yesterday. It affected my wife and I. And I will choose her over this career any day.”

The manager nods in surprise, “Harry, I’m sorry.”

“I’m not asking for an apology but if you ever pull something like then I’ll be looking for a new management team. Are we clear?” 

Jeff once again nods, unsure of where this is coming from but at the thought of losing his biggest client would be disastrous so he’d do whatever to accommodate him.

“Consider it done,” he tells Harry before clearing his throat in a slight panic.

—

Y/N woke up to an empty house. She was restless, she asked Harry to prove to her that he could be what she needed. However, it was a bit unfair because she didn’t know how he could do it.

It’s just…she had a baby to think about. They both needed to be put first and if it took a gnarly fight for Harry to realize it...so be it.

“Baby? Love, where are you?” She hears Harry echo through the whole house. She was sat in the kitchen, on a stool by the island, idly sorting through mail.

“In here!”

Harry jogs in, panting like he sprinted from the garage up to the kitchen. He comes to stand in front of the love of his life.

“I might have not completely fixed everything but...I tried,” Harry tells her, cradling her face in his large palms. “ I just got back from lunch with Jeff. I told him about the baby.”

He takes a deep breath before continuing, “I rescheduled tour dates so I can be with you guys at home in London for the first year. Then...maybe you guys can join me after?”

“Harry…” she’s at a loss for words.

“And I told Jeff that if he ever puts me in a situation like that again, I’m firing him.”

Y/N stares at him, in awe and admiration of the man she chose to marry and keep forever. His face was so sincere and vulnerable.

Harry didn’t know whether it would be enough. If it wasn’t he’d keep trying but all he could do was hope. He waited with bated breath as she processed his words.

“Baby, you-for me?” She murmurs as she stands up and crowds into his space. He instantly wraps her up into a tight hug, missing her touch.

“Of course, pet. I’d do anything for you, I mean it. I’d quit this whole career if you wanted tha’,” he tells her truthfully - lips brushing her forehead.

“I love you, so so much,” Y/N murmurs, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“We’re havin’ a baby,'' Harry sighs dreamily into her mouth, tongue sliding against hers. A large hand came to palm at her belly.

“Yeah, m‘having your baby,” She giggles as he begins to trail the kisses down her jaw and neck - pressing her into the marble countertop.

“Should we name it Kiwi?” Harry rasps as he slides the tank top strap off her shoulder so his lips can meet the cap of her warm shoulder.

“We are not going to be that celebrity couple who names their baby something weird,” Y/N groans as he grounds his hips into hers with intent.

THE END

[lem0nshark-writes]

"The City of Ruins"

Thranduil x Male (elf) Reader

Word count: 2344 Summary: Lost lovers reunite 🌙☄

Warnings: angst at first then fluff w/ smut later on, the begining of smut is marked tho so don't worry, reader's a bottom

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After the battle for Erebor you stayed behind in the city of Dale, it wasn't on your own accord, no. If it were up to you you would have returned to Mirkwood with your king, but you were banished from your home.

Such events came to be because you defied your king's orders to fall back and leave the dwarves to deal with orcs on their own. But you weren't gonna let your friends die, you weren't gonna let them fight on their own, even if it meant going against your king's will.

So you stayed behind, betrayed look on your king's face coming to haunt you more often than you'd like to admit. But you knew you did the right thing.

Many moons passed since the battle and you managed to fix yourself a home, it wasn't much, just a lower floor with a fireplace and a spot to lay on, but it's all you could muster up from the city in ruins.

You took it upon yourself to slowly clean and build around yourself, salvaging what you can of the city. And short trips to Laketown took care of your need for food and liquids.

It was a decent life, but terribly horribly lonely.

Your only friend being your thoughts and a bittersweet longing for your rín meleth*.

(*crowned love)

You feelings didn't come as surprise to you, they've been lingering for a while now but you've never acted on them, fearing he wouldn't feel the same and you'd cross a line. And besides, you were just a regular elf, no royalty, why would you ever be a match for him.

Dark stormy clouds gathered around the mountain and the city of Dale, heavy rain moments from being released.

You rushed to your small home in the heart of the city, arms full of twigs and branches, racing the time against the rain. And you made it in in the last second because just as you closed the door the sky came crashing down in big droplets.

You let out a sigh of relief and made your way to the fireplace, placing the newbrought wood at the side of it and started the night's fire. After making sure it's well lit and strong, you moved the remaining wood on the side for later.

You got up and took off unnecessary layers of clothes and your boots as the room started to fill up with warmth, setting them on their spot near the door.

Fixing your hair up in a messy bun you sat down on your bed and just as your were about to lay down for your daily rest, an unexpected knock on the door broke the comfortable silence mixed in with the crackling of the fire.

You looked up at the door and slowly got up, wondering who could it be as no guests announced themselves for the following days.

Creaking the door open your eyes widened in surprise. There in front of you, soaked in rain head to toe, stood none other than your ex king.

Your shock was soon pushed away by reminiscence of betrayal and old memories that came flooding your thoughts.

"How could you do that to me?.." pained expression pushed it's way through on kings face, trying to overcome the angry one that he tried so hard to keep.

"I already told you, but I guess you've gone deaf on your ears, I wouldn't and I won't let my friends die because you were too much of a coward to fight!" you started slow and calm but by the end of the sentence got louder and angrier, fire of the old argument rekindling fast.

"I am no coward! I did that to save the lives of our people! To save your life!" he growled back.

Anger gushed through your body but you said nothing, staring at his icy blue eyes.

"You might be-You maybe were my king, but my friends' lives are more important than your orders," you turned away, walking deeper into the house.

Thranduil followed, doors closing after him, and looked around a bit, feeling bad seeing how you lived since he threw you out of your home.

"You're so stubborn.." he sighed heavily, "What if something happened to you? What would I do then? What would I do without you??"

You turned around slightly and looked over at him. Worry of past events and what-ifs ridden across his face mixing with anger towards your stubbornness.

"You did just fine.." you muttered almost inaudibly, looking back away to hide your tears, old feelings starting to become too much.

He looked at you in shock for a few moments before regaining his ability to speak, "What… You think I enjoyed banishing you?? You think I enjoyed returning home without you and spending months an months with you nowhere in sight?? You think I like that?? .. When people ask me where you are?? .. Not seeing your face ever day??…"

"You think my soul isn't tearing into pieces without my meleth.." he looked at you, sadness twisting his face into a pained expression.

Your eyes widened at the last part and you turned around swiftly, standing there with your mouth agape for a few moments before speaking, " . . . Your meleth?.."

Thranduil's eyes widened a bit as well after he realized what he had said but then closed slowly as his expression melted into one of saddened agreement.

"You loved me?.." you asked softly.

He nodded, ". . . I still do.."

"Why didn't you say anything?.." you took a few steps towards the taller male, closing the gap between you two almost completely, and searched his eyes with your own.

"I feared you wouldn't feel the same.. and I couldn't bear the thought of losing you if that were true.." he finally gazed back at you.

"Silly king," you muttered through a slight smile forming on your face, " I loved you for hundreds of years, and I still do," you took his hands in yours and held them to your chest.

At your words his face lit up like forest in spring waking up from a long winter dream and he leaned I swiftly, locking his lips with yours, something he's been yearning to do for so long.

Without thinking you returned the kiss, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace and he did the same, his strong arms washing away all the worries and making you feel like the whole world around you disappeared.

"Return home with me my meleth, rule as a king by my side, let's never part again," he whispered into your neck.

Your lips spread into a warm smile as you gazed upon his eyes, "I'd like that very much."

((smut continuation from here on))

The two of you settled down on a crapet by the fireplace, setting your journey back to Mirkwood for tomorrow, when the storm hopefully calms down.

You forced the king to take off the outer layer of his clothes to put to dry by the fire and he undid his wet hair too, allowing it to dry easier on the warm air.

The two of you rested in each other's arms for a while, letting the fire warm you both up as you chatted exchanging some old stories and talks of your lingering feelings.

He smiled down at you, arms wrapped around your body as you rested your back against his chest. You looked up at him, returning the smile, "What?"

"Nothing. I just am wondering why we didn't confess sooner," he placed a warm kiss onto your jaw.

"Me too," your eyes instantly closed as he did that, "I guess we are two completely oblivious idiots," you added with a chuckle.

He let out a chuckle as well, "That we are." He grinned and kissed you deepy, passion spilling out from his lips.

You smiled into the kiss and returned just as passionately, cupping his cheeks in the process.

The bigger elf moved slightly, allowing your bodies to face each other, before wrapping his arms around you again.

The two of your kept on kissing, the kiss turning from slow and passionate to yearning and with a lot more tongue.

His hands started roaming your body and soon enough your vest was off, and shortly after your shirt too.

At the motion you parted your kiss and the two of you exchanged a knowing look. And just as quickly his lips were back on yours and your hands now undoing his top.

Once you won the battle with his shirt he moved his lips to your neck, tracing kisses and licks before the same turned into bites and sucks, leaving hickeys behind that ended up littering your neck and your chest.

You moaned on his actions, running your fingers through his hair and giving it a gentle thug on each bite he left on your soft skin.

He moved his attention to your lower stomach, leaving warm kisses there as he slipt your pants off with a single swift move.

You looked up at him, the two of you locking eyes, as you bit your lower lip. His gaze trailed around your body, taking in every bit of it, "Y/n.. you're beautiful.." he said, lust-laced desire dripping off his words.

The tone he spoke in made you shiver under his touch. He gave you a deep kiss and then proceeded to take his pants off too and soon enough both of yours undergarments followed.

He laid you down and got on top of you, kissing you deeply once again.

Your eyes stayed locked with his abs and, well, lower parts, being slightly taken aback by how good he looks.

He quickly caught up on your thoughts and smirked, making you in return blush like mad.

"Like what you see?" Thranduil smirked at his smaller lover who by the looks of it was about to burst into flames from the redness his cheeks reached caused by his words and that smug smirk Thranduil proudly wore.

He chuckled at his lover's sudden shyness and let his hand trail to his already errect memeber.

You gasped softly at the feel of his fingers on you and your eyes closed from pleasure, hand rushing to your mouth to silent the escaping moans.

Thranduil's hand reached for yours and moved it from your mouth, pinning it above your head, "I like your moans, don't hide them," he smirked and left kisses across your yaw and neck once again, as his hand worked magic bringing you all the way to the edge before abruptly stopping.

You looked up at him in wonder, unpleased and yearning for the pleasure to come back. He smirked softly at you and pulled you by your thighs closer to himself and his face went down.

You looked up at what he was up to and gasped in pleasure when you felt his slick tongue move against your hole. You fell back and your eyes rolled in sweetness as his tongue made it's way into you. It twisted and turned inside you, sending waves of pleasure all throughout your body, his hands squeezing your butt cheeks as they held onto them.

Once again you were on the edge of an orgasm and once again he pulled away just as you were about to reach it.

You whined slightly this time, pouting at his repeated action.

"Shhhhhh you'll like what comes next better-," he smirked at you and sat himself up again, grabbing at the sides of your thighs as he positioned himself at your now wet entrance.

You propped yourself up just enough to reach his lips and kiss him deeply, which he gladly returned, one of his hands reaching up to cup your cheek.

"Ready?" he smiled at you warmly as you two held your faces close to one another. You gave him a soft nod, bracing yourself for what's about to come.

He slowly started pushing in, giving you enough time in-between each little push to adjust to him in you, moans rolling off your tongue along with rugged breaths.

Once he was all the way inside you he kissed you deeply, distracting you from any lingering pain till it all melted away into burning pleasure.

Holding at your sides he slowly started moving his hips pushing his big length in and out of you, at first slowly before picking up the pace. Moans streamed out of both of your mouths mixed up with muffled breathing between kisses.

"Ahhhh hhhhhngggg…" moans left your mouth one after the other as he picked up the pace even more, hand back on your ass and squeezing it.

Your finger nails raked his back in pleasure causing him to moan your name out between paced breaths, "Y/n… ahhh-."

You moved your lips to his neck, leaving the tall elf an even bigger moaning mess as you left hickey upon hickey against his skin.

He slapped your ass in the moment as he pushed in even deeper, reaching that sweet sweet spot, making you moan his name out even louder than before. He picked up on that and started hitting that spot repeatedly with even greater strength making you melt completely underneath him.

He could tell you were very close and so was he, and with a few more strong thrusts both of you came hard, moaning each other's names and spilling, you on his and yours stomach and him inside of you.

Panting he brought himslef down and placed a loving kiss on your lips, exhausted with pleasure and still riding your orgasm you returned.

He gently pulled out and plopped down next to you, pulling you close into his warm embrace.

You two stayed like that for a while, hugging and unable to reach your breaths.

Once your breath returned to your lungs you snuggled up into his chest and kissed his yaw, "I love you my king."

He smiled down at you and hugged you tighter, placing a long kiss onto your lips, "I love you too meleth."