#zora x reader would include

[thezoraprince]

Drive-Thru Shenanigans - Sidon x reader / Bazz x reader / Revali x reader

“You know those videos of women calling their boyfriends their husband at the drive through, to see their reactions? What would Sidon and Bazz’s (and you can add Revali for the Revali lovers!) reactions to their s/o casually referring to them as their husband in a conversation with someone?” - @rocklover719​

i’m making this a drive-thru AU, because working for the ‘Siren’ for the past 3 1/2 years has taught me some things. i’m also combining all of these into one, because they’re short enough to fit in one post. so, let’s all pretend that Hyrule has a drive-thru restaurant (or a specific café chain) for like 10 minutes max. 

enjoy <3

y/n - your name

SIDON

you’ve pulled up to the speaker

“Hi, I would like…?”

you turn to Sidon

“What would you like?”

and he tells you

“And my husband would like…?”

‘Husband?’

they tell you the total 

and you’re waiting to pull up to the window

Sidon’s got a cheeky grin smeared across his face

“Did you just… call me your husband?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“What about it? Oh ho ho, I can play this game.”

you pull up to the window

you’re making your transaction

and they’re handing out your items

“Thank you so much!”

and Sidon leans over your lap to speak to the person in the window

“And can my [wife/husband/partner] have a straw, please? [They’re] prone to spilling [their] drink when driving without one.”

Sidon knows you so well

and he knows he’s embarrassed you a bit

he giggles silently as the person in the window hands you a straw

“Have a nice day!”

and off you go

“Did you really have to do that, Sidon?”

“Oh absolutely, y/n. You know I can’t pass up an opportunity to watch you blush.”

BAZZ

you’ve got your order down

“Hello! Can I please have…”

and you turn to Bazz

“What do you want, Bazz?”

and he tells you

“And my husband will have…”

Bazz freezes

‘Husband? Husband?! HUSBAND?!??’

you’ve got your total and you’re next up for the window

“You cannot do that, y/n!!”

“What?”

“You just— you—”

he exhales deeply

you see how flustered he is

and it’s ADORABLE

“Bazz, are you alright?”

and he nods slowly, smiling slightly with embarrassment

“Mhm…”

you pull up to the window

you’ve done your transaction and you’ve been handed your items

Bazz is silent

“Bazz? Seriously, are you okay? I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, y/n. Please. That was just… very unexpected. And, umm… I found it… quite attractive.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, umm… I’d really like to go home now, please.” 

REVALI

it was your day to treat yourselves

and Revali’s basking in the glory of being Passenger Princess

you pull up to the speaker box and you’re greeted with a friendly voice

“Hi! Can I please get…”

and you already know Revali’s order by heart

“And can my husband ha—”

“Hhhhold on…WHAT?”

and you just laugh

“I’m not your husband!”

and you hear a giggle from the speaker box

“Is that Revali? Don’t worry, I’ve got that order memorized. We’ll see you up here.”

and you pull up

“Revali, it was just a joke! Chill out!”

“I know it was a joke. And that’s not the problem. Today, I’m Passenger Princess. You know this! WE MADE AN AGREEMENT, Y/N!!”

and you’re laughing way too hard now

you get to the window

and you calm yourself as best as you can

“I am soooo sorry. I referred to him as my husband. He is not my husband. He is THE Passenger Princess, and he wanted me to correct myself for you.”

and he is smiling

“That would be correct! Thank you!!”

the person in the window is DYING with laughter

you’ve got your transaction done and you’ve got your items

“I hope you and THE Passenger Princess have the best day ever! We’ll see you soon!”

and then you’re out of there

“Revali!! Why would you do that?”

“Because… I’m the Passenger Princess.”

[bluesgrxce]

Yandere Link x Reader x Yandere Mipha Headcanons

Virgin Link x Reader x Zelda love triangle - Obvious ship is obvious, has been done a thousand times before, we all know the dynamic

Chad Link x Reader x Mipha love triangle - Rarely if ever explored, has more room for interpretation, involves THE superior ship of all time

I think we all know which one is better. (/j because I love the Link and Zelda triangle too)

Pretty much every yandere LOZ writer that I've seen has agreed that BOTW Link and Zelda would not be able to work together. At least not when they first met each other. And I totally agree. They're forced to spend time together nearly 24/7 by King Rhoam, which means they're also forced to share you, and that'll create tension. But Link and Mipha? They would definitely have an alliance. 

Their alliance is based on two factors. One: They share the same goal of wanting to give you the best life possible. Zelda uses you more as a coping mechanism, and even though Link does that too, he's especially focused on making sure that you're safe. Mipha desires the same, as well as making you happy. 

Two: Although Mipha is obsessed with you and priortizes your needs over Link's, she still admires him as a person. She knows how useful he can be. Link respects her as well. Not quite as much, but just enough to accept her into your life and let her help give you everything you want. 

In result, these two work together scarily well, even better than Link ever would with Zelda. They never had past resentment towards each other, and unlike Zelda who can be strongly adamant, Mipha would let Link take the lead and make big decisions.

That... isn't always a good thing. Link is willing to do anything to protect you, even if it includes doing things that would make you hate him. Mipha is aware of this, but she thinks Link is more capable of ensuring your safety than she is, so she'll likely remain silent. But that also means that they have less disagreements, making their alliance even more powerful. 

If you allow them to, they'll spoil you rotten. Mipha uses her royalty riches to purchase anything your heart desires, and Zora's Dormain is basically your playground. You've got just as much power there as she does in some ways. Because of that, this is the place where they'll keep you. 

Link is also putting in work. He'll use his skills as an adventurer to do multiple things in your name, like bringing back rare items from his travels or cooking your favorite foods. If you ever begin a sentence with "I want" then expect Mipha to drop everything just to hear you out. She'll tell Link about it and he'll run off at the speed of light to get whatever it is that you requested. 

Outside of that, the time you spend together as a group is generally quiet. They're both introverted and they would rather watch you do your own thing instead of talking all the time. Just being in your presence is enough to give them peace of mind.

Fortunately, neither are the type of yandere to keep you locked up. Not with actual chains. (Unless they believe you're in severe danger, but something insane like the calamity would have to be going on for that to happen) Link still loves to explore and he would love it even more if he could take you along on the journey. Mipha wouldn't object to that as long as you liked the idea! However, they both know that Hyrule is littered with monsters, so they're not about to let you leave without one or both of them by your side. 

If you ever argue with one, the other will try to convince you to make up with them. You'd think they'd want to turn you against them so they can steal your love, and trust me-- it's crossed both of their minds before. But this alliance has worked really well in their favor and they don't want it to fall apart so easily. 

That's not to say their alliance is perfect. Jealousy still exists in both of them, even if it hasn't been acted upon yet. And like I mentioned earlier, Link is usually the one who makes the big decisions on how to handle you, meaning that their alliance has a power imbalance. 

Plus, Link is stuck guarding Zelda most of the time. Mipha is more than fine with taking care of you by herself, but Link hates the idea of being away for too long. He'll try to convince Zelda to spend more time at Zora's Dormain to avoid getting in trouble with King Rhoam, but he's willing to sneak off if he must. 

If you're accepting, then your future is already laid out for you. It would be extremely difficult for Link to abandon his position as Zelda's knight just so he can become a normal citizen again, even after the calamity is over with. So the easiest way to get around that would be to transfer him to the Zora army instead. Except there might be issues allowing a Hylian inside their guard which is currently composed entirely of Zora... Until Mipha takes the crown and makes some changes. 

Either way, you're going to marry Mipha and be introduced into the Zora monarchy. Congratulations, you're royalty now! You're going to marry Link as well, but not officially, since some people would see it as scandalous to be in a relationship with your knight at the same time as your wife. But neither Link nor Mipha care. They know what your true feelings are and that's all that matters to them. 

But what if you don't accept them? Because as much as they spoil you, they still restrain you. You can't go anywhere alone. You can't do anything that would risk your safety, whether it's monster hunting or just going down a long set of stairs. And they're always second guessing you, especially Mipha. "Are you sure you're alright? I saw you frown for a second. Yes, it was only for a second, but you do know how I worry..."

So even if you like being with them intially, it'll get old after a while. Mipha will notice your discomfort first. She'll adjust those restrictions ever-so-slightly to make you think things have changed, when they really haven't. If you must leave Zora's Dormain without her or Link, then let a guard accompany you. If you must continue associating with that friend of yours, then tell her and Link everything about your relationship. Tell them everything about all of your relationships. They'll find who's good and who's bad for you. (Don't be surprised if they think everyone is bad.)

Link, though... Once he hears about this, he immediately shuts it down. He doesn't trust anybody to protect you but himself. And he's seething at Mipha for being so irresponsible. She's supposed to look after you, not risk letting you escape. 

Just the way that he glares at her is a silent form of gaslighting. She truly isn't fit to take care of you on her own, is she? She's too soft. She needs Link. If it weren't for him, you would have already left her.  

And now that Link has doubts about her ability to keep an eye on you, he'll enforce the rules himself. Now you can't even walk around Zora's Dormain without him by your side- when he's gone, you just stay put with Mipha. Not allowed to do anything until he returns. If you resist, he'll only make your life harder.

But you aren't totally screwed. There is one way to make their alliance fall apart: make them doubt each other. Link already doesn't trust Mipha enough anymore, so you need to manipulate Mipha into turning against Link. Usually that's impossible, but now that her confidence is low, you can appeal to her sympathetic side. Make her feel guilty for letting Link do whatever he wants to you. In this state, it won't take long before she cracks. 

Your best bet would be to trick her into thinking you want to run away together from Link. Actually taking her with you isn't an option. The Zora will go into a frenzy when their beloved princess disappears and if they find you, they'll likely blame you for convincing her to run away. 

Mipha wouldn't want to leave at first. She'd be too anxious about the consequences, knowing that she would have to abandon her father and brother. Knowing that Link would stop at nothing to take you back. She's just so obsessed with you though and she couldn't fathom the idea of you seriously tricking her. Besides, you only want to leave so you can be happy together, right?

She thought so. She really, truly believed so. But you went missing the moment she turned away to pack her stuff. Then... There was no other choice but to tell Link the truth. Because it's Mipha and she's simply not the type to lie, even if it might hurt her.

In this case, though? It isn't even a "might." Link had gotten used to being assured of your safety (or used to being in control of you) that it freaks him out once he hears you're gone. His immediate thought was to go find you, but his second is that how could he have ever trusted someone like her to protect you? He leaps to anger. He draws his sword. 

I can't say for certain what happens next. He knows how much trouble he'll get in for harming her, but in that moment, it wouldn't cross his mind. She probably wouldn't fight back much since she respects him so highly and feels awful for allowing you to take advantage of her. 

...If Mipha dies, the Zora will never forgive you. They'll be more pissed at Link obviously, but they'll blame you for indirectly causing this to happen. The whole LOZ fandom would never forgive you because we all love Mipha. I would never forgive you because I am the ultra #1 Mipha enjoyer. You might be able to live a content life if you can ignore the hatred and hide away, but just know that Link won't be the only one tracking you down. You'll be on the run for the rest of your life.

[alien-magnolia]

His Little Grace

Prince Sidon x Hylian hyperfem! reader

Fic description: As Ganon’s minions infiltrate the Zora Domain, you, a weary, small, gentle traveler, are caught in a rut, on the brink of death, not being able to face creatures corrupted by the calamity on your own. The kind prince of Zora, Sidon, accompanies you, protecting you from the monsters. The two of you eventually are drawn into something more…

Tw: 18+ MINORS DNI, shark anatomy, omegaverse biology, breeding kink, sub-coded/super bottom hyperfeminine reader, SIZE kink, kind of non-canon breath of the wild, protective sidon, damsel in distress trope, rough sex, shark love bites, some sidon x link as well, pls reblog and help a writer out!!

Omegaverse rules:

https://www.wattpad.com/amp/706590591

It was a rainy morning in the Zora Domain, 7 o’clock to be exact. The rain battered alongside the icy pathways, the waves crashed below. The King, Dorephan, sat on his throne, concerned due to the noises heard outside the domain. The King has summoned some of his attendants and soldiers, including Link, the Hylian Champion. The King voiced his concerns to the group, saying that the noises sound like an attack on the kingdom; possibly Vah Ruta and guardians back under Ganon’s control. Link volunteers to go inspect the area outside the domain, in Upland Zorana. Sidon burst through the archway.

Father! What horrible news! I have heard that Ganon is possibly attacking the kingdom again! It is preposterous! Let me know what I can do to protect the kingdom!,” the shark smiles, winking and flexing his bicep, his signature look. “My son. Perhaps you can swim down the river, and see what is in the Lananryu Wetlands, closer to Central Hyrule, near the entrance to our domain,” the King suggests. “Of course,” Sidon agrees, and bids a goodbye to Link, whom he did have relations with. Sidon would never admit due to his pride, that he had a soft spot for Hylians. They were so tiny, so soft. The opposite of him. Link was his best friend, and sometimes lover. Link was a beta, however. Sidon, as an alpha, really yearned for a Hylian that was an omega. He wanted to feel one, experience being with one. As biology said, alphas and omegas were made for each other, regardless of race in Hyrule. Same or interspecies, it did not matter. Yet, Sidon failed to find a female, omega, counterpart to his sweet Link’s beauty.

He waved to Link, telling him to be safe, before watching him use Revali’s Gale to fly up into Upland Zorana. Sidon swam down the river, watching as electric Lizalfos, electric chu-chus, and golden bokoblins prowled around the plains, at the side of the river. “So many monsters…,” he thought to himself, swimming faster, hoping not to run into them. He swam to the bridge at the outskirts of Tabahl Woods. He saw a crowd of Black moblins, shrieking, with Dragonbone weapons, attacking something on the ground. He looked a little closely, barely visible to the monsters. He saw that they were attacking a Hylian. A very small one at that. He growled, jumping onto the bridge, facing the moblins, and took a few of them out swiftly, using his muscles and sharp teeth.

After throwing the last moblin down into the waterfall, Sidon comes closer to inspect the Hylain, to see if they were okay. A sickeningly sweet smell has hit him. He crouched down, taking a closer look. A very small Hylian woman, laying on the bridge, gravely wounded. Her blood, her body, smelled so good to him… could it be? An omega?

He stops his dirty mind from trampling him, and gently picks up the Hylian. Placing her in his arms, he swims up the river as fast as he could, eager to get her into the domain, so she could be properly healed and taken care of.

He reaches the domain, swimming up the waterfall, careful not to drown the woman. “Somebody! Please help! I have found an injured Hylian!!,” he shouts, and at instant, a few other Zora take her away to heal with herbs, in the lower chambers of the kingdom. Sidon meets back with Link, glad that he is okay, giving him a few kisses as well.

“My Link. I think I have found an omega. What should I do?! I am a bit worried!!,” Sidon shouts at him, the little man looking at the shark with a smirk.

“See if the chemistry is right, when she wakes up. If it is, perhaps then you could mate with her, for real, unlike you and I,” Link sheepishly tells him.

“Yes! Link! You are amazing! A genius! An absolute marvel!!,” Sidon shouts at him, giving Link his signature smirk and wink, and hugging him before running off to check on the Hylian he just rescued.

“My dear. Are you okay?,” he leans over the woman, his large shadow covering her small one. She moans in pain, looking up at him. “I think I’m okay now, yes. Who are you?,” her voice was small and shy, quiet. She meekly looked at him with her beautiful green eyes. Sidon blushed, loving how soft her voice was.

“Quickly, young one. Tell me your name.” The woman tells him. “Lily.” “Ah. What a beautiful name that is. I am Sidon, Prince of the Zora. I was making my round down the Zora River, when I saw you being beaten by monsters on Inogo Bridge!!,” he exclaimed, clearly worried for the young woman.

“I should have been more careful,” the woman replied, slightly blushing.

——-

You had been beaten by Moblins, and were about to meet your end, when you feltl a strong presence lift you up, carrying you up the Zora River, up a waterfall. You did not know who that was, yet you were extremely grateful. You awoke to a beautiful Zorana leaning over you. His smile, his voice, his muscles. You loved it.

Best of all, it seemed like he was an alpha. You could tell right away. This is who you had been searching for.

You had been born in a Hylian village off the coast, Luteno Village, full of Betas. The only other Alpha in the village was already mated — to a Beta. They did not have heats, ruts, pheromones. Sometimes, you wished to be one of them. Oh how easier it would be. Omegas were weaker than most, softer. This did not do you any good, especially in the calamity — so many monsters around. What options did you have?

Therefore, you left your small, coastal fishing village in hopes of finding a mate, a lover. You traveled up the Zora River, into Shatterback Point, up mountains, in the rain, in a thunderstorm. The time could have finally come. You were positive that whoever saved you, this ‘Prince Sidon’, was an Alpha. Further, he was royalty.

The size difference between you two was massive. You nervously watched as his clawed hand rested near your body. His palm was the size of your entire arm.

“My dear. Are you alright? You look positively out of it,” the handsome prince spoke to you. You replied that you were, which then coincided with him asking what you were doing in the area.

“Well, you see, Prince Sidon, I came here to find a mate. In Luteno Village, most of the people are Betas — normal. I’m a little helpless on my own, you see, with the calamity and all. I’m not strong enough to fight these monsters. I don’t even think that Omegas and Alphas are common in all of the kingdom of Hyrule…,” you trail off, a bit sad.

The shark grinned back at you, with a knowing yet gentle smile. “My dear. You see, they aren’t that common in the land of Zora either. Alpha and Omega pairs used to be more common before the calamity. All of our Zorai, they are mated pairs, since we usually have very long life spans. Except for me, of course.”

You nod, starting to realize what he was implying. You were sure that he was able to sense the tension between you. You had read, in an old book your grandmother owned, written before the calamity, that just each other’s presence can indicate true love between an Alpha and Omega. You hoped that your late grandmother’s book was right.

“Lily. I want to ask you something, sweet pearl,” Sidon starts. Perhaps, once you feel better, I can show you around the village?,” his yellow eyes look hopeful, bashful, even. A prince, paying attention to you. You were over the moon, and so, you obliged.

—-

Just in a few days, the Zora had healed you. You spent more and more time with the Prince every day, whom you now called Sidon. After a week, Sidon had asked you to accompany him for a nightly swim. The two of you had started doing that ever since you had healed.

You loved how fast he was in the water, how gentle he was with you on his back. Most of all, you loved how big he was. <3

Sidon took you into the lake next to the domain, and up the Veiled Falls. The two of you sat on the luminous stone filled dock, tension between the two of you rising. Sidon tapped his sharp nails upon the dock, nervous on what to say.

“What is it?,” you asked, putting a concerned hand on his shoulder, which made him flinch. “My Pearl. Lily. I have gotten to know you over the past week or so. You are truly amazing! I have never met a Hylian such as yourself before! This is a personal question to ask..yet.. are you possibly looking for something more than safety , here in the Zora Domain?”

You wince, deciding to tell him the truth. “I came here to look for a mate, Sidon. I’m an omega. They aren’t very common after the calamity,” you look down as you say it. Perhaps he has an arranged marriage already.

“My Lily. I am so glad to hear you say that!” He looked enthusiastic suddenly. “You see, I am one of the only other Alphas in this town myself! Everyone else is male or female, just a Beta. You are right, sweet Pearl! How clever you are,” he praises you.

You blush as he compliments you. He moves a bit closer to you. His clawed hand gently holds your head. “You and I, my pearl. I think you’re the most adorable little Hylian I’ve ever seen. The fact that you’re an omega — that is just even more precious and intriguing to me. Be my mate, sweet pearl,” he gently asks of you, yellow eyes full of passion.

You agree, giggling as he brings you in for a kiss. He was gentle with you, although you could feel his sharp teeth grazing your lips. You kiss him back with passion, you feel your lip start to bleed because of his sharp teeth. The two of you are inextricably close now, and his two hands easily grip your hips, almost as long as your whole torso. He gently moves you closer to him, although you can feel his sharp claws pierce your soft tummy.

His smell, his lips, his eyes, all of it was intoxicating. In your grandmother’s book, you have read that those with ‘sexual variance’ (gender classified as omega or alpha — instead of male or female (what Betas had) have greater chances for passionate and intricate sexual and romantic relations. It was biology, after all.

You press your smaller body closer to him, your softness against his rougher skin. You traced your small hands over his torso, his wide shoulders <3 as you could feel him moan into your mouth. He pulls away for a second, manhandling you onto his lap, where you felt a rather big bulge forming already..<3

“You know, sweet one…I have always hoped to find someone with sexual variance… a little omega I could have all for myself, to love, to breed…,” his voice seemed much lower now, you swore you could hear a growl behind it. “Make me yours then,” you softly reply back, gazing into his yellow eyes.

He smirks, and then uses those strong muscles of his to pin you onto the ground. A trail of wet kisses is left all over your face, your neck, your breasts, which he cups so gently, mindful of his claws, your hips. He asks if he can take off your clothes. You nod, and he does so, careful not to rip them with his claws.

“My little grace smells so good for me,” he chuckles darkly. “That’s all you wanted, hmm? A strong alpha to come breed you, claim you…,” he whispers, his sharp teeth grazing your lips. You nod. “Please, Sidon. Want it, please…,” you beg him, doe eyes meeting his.

“You know, my little love…Zora actually have two cocks. I wonder how they’ll fit inside my Pearl…,” he chuckles, bringing you in for another kiss. There you were, caged in his arms, your small hands around his large, bulging biceps, and you can feel him start to grind into you for a bit, before his cocks spring up, all hard, veiny. You almost drool, yet you stop yourself.

You have read in your grandmother’s book that alphas have bigger cocks than betas, than omegas. They have superior strength too…

You stare in awe as the Zora runs his clawed hand over his cocks, over his ball sack, all full and ready to burst!! “Sidon. Please, want it in me,” you beg of him, pathetically reaching up to him like a little girl would to her father.

“I’ll give you anything you ask for, little Pearl. So sweet…,” he moans, and with that, you see him gently line up his two cocks to your already soaking, wet, pussy. You wonder how his sharp teeth would feel on it … <3

“Sidon. I’ve never.. never had this before…,” you tell him shyly. He reassures you with a few kisses. “I will be gentle, little love. You will get used to it, you will want more. Don’t know how long I have been waiting for an omega, all to myself,” his grin showcased his row of sharp teeth, scaring and making you want him more at the same time.

You were ready. He gently began to push his pulsating cocks into you. The stretch hurt, yet since you were wet, you were ready for him. You could take it. He pushed in little by little, and the deeper he went, the more delirious you got. His cocks just stuffed you up so perfectly!! <3

Your eyes met his, your soft hands ran alongside his cheeks, his fins on his head. He has you in a mating press, and you could swear you were seeing doubles from how nicely his cocks filled you. Your eyes began to roll back into your head, as you drift away from the world, and solely focused on the moment: him.

“My sweet Pearl. Doing so well, my love. Taking these big cocks so nicely, can’t wait to breed you, my Pearl, have you carry my heir…,” he moaned out, just as delirious as you were. You were his prey, to be caught, bred, owned by him!! “Please, my prince, Sidon, please!!,” you squealed, eager to agree to everything he was saying, due to how earth shatteringly amazing you felt right now.

“Mate me. Claim me. Please, sir,” you beg him, a moment of clarity in your delirium. He smirks in response, giving you a little (sharp) love bite on your shoulder. “My pleasure, my little love.”

He starts rutting into you, faster, your little body shakes and you have to hold onto him as tightly as you could muster, burying yourself in the crook of his neck. You see stars, with his throbbing cocks inside you, you’ve never felt something be so right. You feel them twitch, and with screams from the both of you, you come at the same time.

You feel his hot seed spill into you, filling you.

You fall asleep in his arms after a bit of cuddling, and he gently takes you back to the Domain, to the palace, into his private chambers. You were his now. His mate, his little grace.

Author's note: Enjoy everyone! Let me know if I should make a part two, or maybe a sidlink fic!! Pls reblog and help a writer out!! <3

[luminnara]

Can I request a Sidon x reader headcanon with a hylian reader who has large breasts? And Sidon is like ?!🤩 since he’s never seen a hylian naked and Zora woman don’t have large breasts or nipples? Thank you!

This is a GOOD POINT

He’s fascinated. Zoras have some sexual dimorphism, but not as much as hylians. Sidon is much more used to women who, while generally smaller and sleeker and shaped a bit differently than him, are much more similar to himself—and that includes the torso area. While some zoras have a chest that appears more pronounced, none of them have breasts…because why would they? Their young are fed in much different manners, with minnows and other small fish, and they certainly don’t need the breast. Sidon knew that hylians were different in that regard, but before he had seen you with your shirt off, he hadn’t given it much thought; he’d assumed that hylians had something that sloped a bit gentler, or was bit more uniform in shape.

He certainly hadn’t expected you to be so soft there, or to encourage him to explore your flesh with his hands and even his tongue. He was shocked to find that your breasts were so sensitive, especially those things you called nipples. So sensitive, in fact, that what began as simple exploration quickly turned into something steamier, and the Zora prince found himself beneath you, enjoying the view as you bounced atop him, his large, clawed hands each squeezing a breast as he marveled at the feeling of them there. Your body was far different from a zora’s…but he found that with every new discovery, he was loving it more and more.

[lovestay-channie]

Written in the Stars ☆ Chapter 6

Pairing: Bang Chan x Fem reader

Genre: SMAU, Stray Kids x Modern Hogwarts, Hufflepuff x Slytherin, (minor/one sided) Enemies to Lovers, Reverse Grumpy Sunshine

Warnings: mentions death, several battles, a few swear words here and there

Synopsis: It is modern time at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. One Hufflepuff who suppresses her emotions while one Slytherin who breaks the stereotype of the Slytherin Prince. Will they connect? Or will they continue to clash?

Word Count: 1.6k

Screenshots: 9

Taglist: OPEN

It’s day one of the Triwizard Tournament.

Hogwarts is filled with students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. It almost feels claustrophobic with how many students are in the castle. There wasn’t one person who wasn’t talking about the first task today. That includes your friend group. All during breakfast, they kept smothering poor Chris about the first task. He just kept his bright, charming smile on his face even as strangers kept coming to the table.

It was finally the afternoon and time to head to the Forbidden Forest. You, Marina, and Annaliese linked arms together to keep each other warm. “Why couldn’t they have done this closer to the spring? It’s absolutely freezing out here!” Marina shrieks.

“Mare, you are wearing a skirt. Of course you are freezing!” Hyunjin laughs.

“Fashion doesn’t stop in the fall/winter, Hyun!” she smirks.

“Don’t you know her at all?” you giggle.

It had been a while since you have been to the Forbidden Forest. You used to go to feed the Thestrals after studying for your OWLS. Lee Know would have to drag you out of there because you found comfort in the invisible creatures. One caught your eye as you were walking to the bleachers set up. It made you feel like you were becoming yourself again.

“Bloody hell! Why are there so many TV’s?! Are you saying we could have just gone to the Great Hall to watch the task?!” Changing whines.

Jisung puts his arm around Changbin, “Oh come on! It won’t be that bad!”

“We are here to support Chris. That means we are here live so he can see us at the finish line. Aren’t you best friend after all?” Annaliese jokes, dragging you and Marina up the bleacher’s stairs.

The group finally decided to go to the middle of the bleachers as if they were in the movie theatre watching a new film. You guys almost take up a whole row: Changbin is at one end, Marina sitting next to him, then I.N, Seungmin, Annelise, Hyunjin, Jisung, Lee Know, and lastly you at the other end. Crowds of students were gathering around the bleachers to watch. You scan the forest. You couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary. However, you did find Chris with the other two champions. He is laughing at something one of them said. Viktor, who was related to Viktor Krum, was a talk, buff, guy. He is 5-6 inches taller than Chris. Chris looks tiny compared to Viktor. Zora was a beautiful Indian girl. She has long, black hair that was pulled back. You envy Chris; you wish you could connect with people like he does. It used to be one of the reasons you couldn’t stand him, but now it was becoming a reason you admire him.

“Y/n!” you hear a deep voice call out.

You snap your head towards the direction of the voice. It was Felix. “Hey! Over here”

Felix runs up, maneuvers around the herd of people, and sits down next to you. “Finally made it!” he smiles.

“Yeah, where were you?” I.N asks, wrapping his blue and silver scarf around his neck.

“Oh! I just had to take care of a few things. Don’t worry about it!” Felix says.

“Where you snogging that Gryffindor girl from your DADA class?” Jisung asks, raising his eyebrow and smirking.

Felix scoffs and turns his attention to the forest in front of them. You look to see what he was looking at, and it was Headmaster Waterburn with his wand to his neck. “Attention students! Welcome to the 126th Triwizard Tournament!” Students rawer with cheers and applause. “It has been way too long since our last tournament, and we do we have a show for you guys! Our champions have been practicing these past few days for an exciting task! They will be participating in Capture the Flag!”

“Well, that’s boring,” Seungmin mutters. Annaliese smacks his arm, and he over exaggerates his pain, leaning into I.N who shoves him back into Anna.

“Each champion has a flag in the forest they need to find in order to win the task. Viktor, orange; Zora, blue; Christopher, green. Now, this isn’t any ordinary Capture the Flag. We have put a spin on it. Instead of a flag, they will be finding flame. Hence forth this is now Capture the Flame. There are items scattered in the forest to help them. Since they are finding their flame in the Forbidden Forest, there will be creatures along their path. What will those creatures do? We will find out!”

“This’ll be interesting!” Hyunjin shakes his head, inhaling sharply.

Chris stands behind a green line. Professor Ryner was behind him, rubbing his shoulders while probably giving him a pep talk. The other champions had their teachers encouraging them as well.

“We will be watching them in the forest with our handy dandy drones! Who knew Muggles could invent something like magic!” Waterburn smiles.

Lee Know rolls his eyes, “Weirdo.”

“Next he’s going to find out there are cars that drive itself!” you nudge your brother.

“But we have had carriages that have been doing that for years!” I.N says.

All eyes are on their youngest friend. Marina pats his shoulder, “You’re too cute, Innie.”

Waterburn continues his remarks, “At the sound of the canon, our champions will march forth into the forest. Are you ready, champions?”

They all give Headmaster a thumbs up. “Let’s give them a countdown. Shall we?”

“3!”

“2!”

“1!”

The canon fires and the champions bolt into the forest. There were 3 TV’s; one for each champion you could watch. Your eyes bounce from each TV, not knowing which one to watch first. While looking at each of the screens, you could see there were different colored lights to indicate they were on the right path. It had the champions corresponding colors. They soon faded away once they got deeper into the forest.

Zora is the first to find an item: a sneakoscope. A very handy item to let her know if there is any deception around her. After a while, Viktor found an item: a broom. Another great object, but it has limitations. It only could fly for 10 minutes. Chris, however, is having a really hard time finding items. Zora kept finding object after object, but Chris couldn’t find anything.

The first creature was discovered, and Chris is the suspect. He is surrounded by huge spiders. The audience gasps at how huge they were. Lee Know grabs your hand, knowing you don’t like them. Thankfully, Chris thinks quickly and casts them away with an Expelliarmus. Cheers fill the bleachers. Hyunjin and Changbin even stood up to cheer on for Chris.

The next creature that surfaces is a swarm of Billywigs around Viktor. He runs faster, trying to lose them, but their tiny wings are faster than his long legs. You could see him contemplating with the broom in his hand. He finally puts the broom between his legs and flies towards the sky. He thinks that he out flies them, but one latched onto his shirt. It stings him and flies away.

“What did that bug just do?” I.N asks.

“For how much you study, did you pay attention to Care of Magical Creatures?” Hyunjin laughs.

“My potions classes were harder, so I needed to study for that more,” I.N defends.

“A sting isn’t harmful. He’s about to just be super loopy and start floating. Nothing too serious,” you explain.

“Puffy,” Changbin coughs. Marina punches his arm which didn’t hurt at all because of the muscles padding around his arm.

“How come Chris doesn’t have an item yet?” Lee Know questions.

“Right! Super unfair. It’s like they didn’t give him any items at all! He has found more creatures than anything. Who even brings Dementors to Hogwarts?” Jisung complains, resting his head on Lee Know’s shoulder.

“It’s super strange. Zora has double the amount of items even Viktor has,” Felix says.  

“Wait, I think he found one!” Seungmin points to the TV.

All eyes are on Chris’ screen. He was looking inside of a tree’s hole. He pulls out a long piece of clothing. It’s an invisibility cloak! He quickly puts it on and disappears.

“At least it’s something! Hopefully that can help him divert around creatures,” Seungmin says, crossing his arms to keep himself warm.

It has been an hour since the task had started. Everyone is starting to get antsy on when the first person will find their flame. Thankfully, they didn’t have to wait too much longer. A blue flame came into frame as Zora found the torch. She reaches to grab it and raises it in the air. The crowd goes wild!

“We have our first winter! Beauxbaton’s Zora!” Waterburn announces.

Viktor is a close second as found his orange flame in a tree. After a little while, Chris found his green flame guarded by a centaur. The group still cheers for Chris, even if he is last. The champions are apparated back to their starting line, torch still in hand. Waterburn has them stand in the center holding up their flames. Zora has a huge smile painted on her face. Viktor waves to everyone. Chris slightly smiles, but you can see the disappointed look in his eyes.

Suddenly, their flames cover the torch and change into a bunny rabbit.

“This is your next clue for the next task! Good luck!” Waterburn exclaims.

The group runs down the bleachers to meet Chris. He notices everyone walking towards him, but he turns his back and walks away.

“Wait up, Chris!” Changbin says, running to him. Everyone stays back. Changbin reaches Chris and touches his shoulder, but he brushes Changbin’s hand and shakes his head. He then apperates away, leaving everyone in the forest.

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[mackjlee9]

What I Want To Write [Author's Ideas]

Well, this are basically some ideas I've had for quite a while, but some of them don't really have a plot, still, feel free to tell me which one you'll like for me to write and I'll do it, or if you have an idea for the plot, I'll really appreciate it :]

Kibutsuji Muzan x Top!Male!Reader [Smut] (PUBLISHED)

basically, some smut when he's dressed like a woman.

Fushiguro Megumi x Top!Male!Reader [Smut] (PUBLISHED)

(m/n)'s the actual reason why he complained about itadori's room being next to his

(Arknights) Silver Ash x Male!Reader [Fluff&Lime] (PUBLISHED)

(i just wanna write about this man because i'm obsessed with him, like... deadass obsessed)

Eren Jaeger x Top!Male!Reader [Smut] (PUBLISHED)

Ryoumen Sukuna x Curse!Humanized!Reader [Smut] (PUBLISHED)

(m/n) was a very known curse among the rest, including sorcerers/shamans, the main reason? he was the only that could win against sukuna, making him the strongest curse, but he was against all of the "evil", and he made himself clear when he showed up in front of gojou satoru

Yoigoshi Tasuya x Male!Reader [?] (PUBLISHED)

i just wanted to say that i fell in love with negative filture kageyama, and if you don't know him, there's a pic above :] (he's also voiced by uchida yuuma who voiced ash lynx and uenoyama ritsuka)

Kannonzaka Doppo x Top!Male!Reader [Fluff] (PUBLISHED)

Originally had smut too, but I'll make a part 2 of this one, because Doppo is simply too perfect :3

Kise Ryota x Idol!Male!Reader [Fluff&Lime]

Not a smut like it originally wanted, but there could be a part 2.

Hashibira Inousuke x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

crossdressing/cosplaying...

Femboy!Bakugou Katsuki x Male!Reader [Fluff]

Sakusa Kyoomi x Male!Reader

Crazy Possessive song fic

Nozel Silva x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

cosplay/crossdressing

Zora Ideale x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

power bottom!zora x masochist sub!male!reader

Licht x Human!Male!Reader [?]

maybe a smut before he met tetia and the wizard king

Asta x Male!Reader [Fluff]

maybe some fluff in front of the girls that like asta, and they see how flustered he gets around you (he proclaims to like sister lily, but ever since he met you, his mind hadn't even been noticed his lack of thoughts about her, instead he thought of you two together as he imagined reaching to be the wizard king) you've noticed noelle's and mimosa's behavior with Asta, so you knew about her feelings, and what better way to let her (Noelle) know... that Asta was his not her's

Finral Roulacase x Male!Reader [Fluff]

probably something about his training to stop seducing woman, you decided to help him since he asked you and you gave him some scolding or "advice", when he started to realize that he felt really nervous close to you and he suddenly wanted you to notice him or to compliment you

Nakajima Atsushi x Port!Mafia!Seme!Male!Reader [Smut]

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke x Male!Reader [?]

William Vangeance x BlackBulls!MaleReader [Fluff]

some like, your magic allows you to make come true whatever you want, so when you met William he was intrigued by your magic, and after some time you got close, and then he asked you if you could make him look... normal, like, he doesn't hate his birth mark, but he sometimes wonders how he would look without it, and hesitantly you did 

Gojo Satoru x Femboy!Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Yuri Plisetsky x BadBoy!FigureSkater!Top!Male!Reader [Fluff&Lime]

Ayato Yuri x Short!Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Yamada Ichiro x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Dazai Osamu x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Kambe Daisuke x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Beta!Levi Ackerman x Alpha!Male!Reader [Smut]

modern au

Alpha!Kamado Tanjiro x Alpha!Top!Male!Reader [Lime]

modern au

PowerBottom!Akashi Seijuro x Soft!Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Kagami Taiga x Short!Top!Male!Reader [Fluff]

Midorima Shintaro x Perverted!Male!Reader [Lime]

Kuroko Tetsuya x BadBoy!Male!Reader [Fluff&Lime]

Kato Haru x Male!Reader [Fluff]

just Haru having a day off

Jean Kirstein x Top!Male!Reader [Lime]

just something steamy when (m/n) had enough of jean trying to impress mikasa, so he showed him who he belongs to

Levi Ackerman x Male!Reader x Eren Jeager [Angst&Fluff]

fuyu no hanashi songfic (levi; yuki. eren; uenoyama)

Kim Dokja x Male!Reader x Yoo Joonghuyk [?]

(has anyone read the manhwa 'omniscent reader's viewpoint'? it's so good)

Ainosuke Shindo (Adam) x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

i wanna make this one as hardcore and explicit as i possibly can, including such things as; bondage, overstimulation, toys usage, degradation, sounding, dumbification, and possibly two rounds with powerbottom adam and then sort of like a revenge or pay-back fuck... how does that sound? (if there's something else that you would like me to add, let me know :p)

[salemorbit]

I hope it's not weird if I ask for Headcanons for Sidon,Urbosa and revali reaction to seeing there future s/o who always wear a vail to cover their upper body and ripping it of in a fight out of pure rage showing their face. Ignore if need sorry if it's weird.

not weird at all, thank u for the request :)

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BOTW Headcanons

[Urbosa x reader, Revali x reader, Sidon x reader]

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Urbosa

being from the gerudo, she wouldn't really be perturbed by the fact you had a veil on in the first place since it's custom with her culture

she would definitely respect it, and if you didn't ever want to take it off she would be fine with that too

one time though, as you two were strolling through the desert on a particularly hot day, you were caught off-guard by some yiga fools

the fight was going rather smoothly until urbosa stumbled slightly and got fatally cornered by a yiga

you saw the scuffle and a switch instantly flipped somewhere inside of you, and it definitely wasn't a good one for the annoying yiga in front of you

you quickly took down your enemy and sped straight for the one cornering urbosa

the mixture of the heat and the stress of the fight further fueled your anger as you attacked the yiga soldier with all your might

the exchange between you two was smooth, almost like you were dancing, and as the sun was beating down on you and the yiga soldier didn't seem to want to back off, you tore off your veil so that added stress in the moment was gone

urbosa was amazed that you would just do something like that, and she was definitely stunned upon seeing your full face for the first time in ever knowing you

you looked determined and beautiful in the sun, skillfully fighting off the yiga and winning

when the skirmish was over, urbosa handed you your veil back, but you rejected it for the moment claiming that it was cooler that way

urbosa had never seen anything so graceful, and she definitely fell head over heels for you right then

Revali

revali never paid much attention to the veil anyway because it wasn't something that got in the way of your communication

you two fought very well together, almost as if you were able to read each other's minds

your veil definitely didn't hinder your combat, but one time while defending a hylian military camp from some nasty bokoblins, it just came clean off

revali didn't explicitly see if you were the one to take it off or if it had been torn off by one of the enemies, but as soon as he turned back around from dealing with a group of monsters, your face was uncovered and creased in concentration

he could tell you were getting frustrated with the ever-increasing groups of bokoblins, but he couldn't help but think of how interesting you looked without your veil on for once

he soon snapped out of it and went over to help you with your group, cutting through the bokoblins quickly so that he could bring up the absence of your veil

you just shrugged and mustered up something about losing it in the heat of battle, but revali couldn't really hear you because he was too busy admiring how you had always looked behind the fabric

how could he have missed a sight such as that?

Sidon

sidon didn't ever think much of your veil because it was your choice and he didn't want to get in the way of that

he figured that if you ever let him see your face it would be for the right reasons, whatever reasons it was that you were wearing the veil in the first place

but once during a particularly difficult battle that included dozens of harrowing monsters, sidon finally saw your face

he was struggling against some tough monsters that had invaded the zora domain and you were accompanying him in the effort to rid of them

multiple times sidon had fallen to the strength of a silver moblin, and he tried his best to get up the last time but was unable

he heard you call for him across the field as some bokoblins began to swarm him already struggling against the moblin, but they fell on deaf ears as he fought to survive

you had to slice through dozens of the monsters to make your way to him, feeling yourself filling with a pure rage that only was reserved for sidon in trouble

you tore off your veil as multiple bokoblins tried to grab at it, flinging it off with a flourish and launching yourself against the moblin attacking sidon

the moblin was down in moments as your fury fueled you attacks, and you helped up a dazed sidon who could only help but stare at the features of your face that he never wanted to be shielded from again

you asked him if he was okay, and he could only stumble out a yes as you gave him a smile he wouldn't forget

[bowandcurtsey]

Hi, I would like to place an order, if it's not inconvenient, of course. These days I was sleeping and I felt something moving in my heel, I took off the sheet and there was a scorpion, I screamed my shit out of fright and fear. Soooo, how would our dear ones react with y/n screaming and having a scorpion near their foot. Please include zora in this, don't do any of this if you don't feel comfortable, kissing😚😚 (Your writing is perfect, please don't ever stop) I love you ❤️

Hello bby!! Aww, I love you toooo!! *big hugs*

And excuse me you're so cute, you placed an order. HAHA! Okay your order is coming right up~

Zora | Fuegoleon | Nozel x f! reader

TW: scorpion, profanities

Zora Ideale

"Stop it." you mumbled, half asleep.

"Stop stroking your hair?" Zora was confused.

"No, stop tickling my feet."

"I ain't tickling your feet babe?" his voice didn't sound like he was lying.

You pulled open the covers to see what was tickling you.

Your hurling scream sent Zora jolting up right, "Fuck!!"

He stared at the scorpion at your feet, "geez babe, I thought you saw a ghost or something.."

"Honey, I could have died!" you glared at him for his nonchalant attitude.

"Sweetheart," his eyebrows raised innocently at your hostility, "this scorpion will not kill you. Only a bark scorpion will."

He proceeded to catch the scorpion with his magic and tossed it out the window.

You heaved a sigh of relief as Zora held onto your hands, kissing your knuckles gently. "All gone now, sweets. Nothing to be scared of anymore~"

He pulled you into his arm, and with his gentle mumbles of sweet nothings, Zora certainly knew his way to calm you down.

You were fast asleep before you even knew it.

Fuegoleon Vermillion

"Ahhhh!!!" Your shrieks and screams had Fuegoleon come running into your shared room. He was finishing up some last minute paper work before you both prepared for bed.

"What is it love?!" there was panic in his low voice as he saw you curled in the corner of your bed.

"Scorpion! Scorpion!!" you pointed at the end of the bed.

Fuego had to take a step closer to see the tiny scorpion standing at the corner of your shared bed.

"Burn it Fue!!!" your face was as pale as a sheet of paper.

"No love," he proceed to find a cup to try to scoop up the scorpion to set it free.

"Fue, I swear if you trigger it to run and towards my direction, I will jump out the window." You warned your man.

"It's a baby scorpion, love. Don't have to be afraid~"

Salamander walked into the room, hearing all the commotion.

"Sal, there there!!" you pointed to the end of your bed.

"NO SALAMANDER N-" Fuego tried to catch Salamander.

Too late, salamander ate the little thing for midnight snack.

"Honey!!" he furrowed his brows at you as you smiled at salamander.

"Best boy, sal~"

Nozel Silva

Your scream made him jump in his seat as his head whipped around to look at you.

Initially, he was really worried that something had happened, but when he saw that it was a mere harmless (well kinda) scorpion, he raised an eyebrow at you.

"Screaming like that at midnight is very unbecoming of a royal, y/n."

"oh?" you rolled your eyes, "you royals have appropriate times to scream now?"

"No, I meant that you are disturbing everyone's rest, and that is very inconsiderate." your husband said as-a-matter-of-factly.

"Are you going to help me get rid of that thing, or is that also unbecoming of a royal?" you glared at him.

Nozel sighed, but he stood up from his seat nevertheless. At the end of the day, you were his wife and it was indeed a husband's duty to protect her from whatever small dangers she was exposed to.

He wrapped the blanket up, trapping the scorpion inside and he brought the entire duvet out.

He came back in with a brand new duvet.

"Did you just-"

"Yes. I threw the entire thing away. It's too much of a hassle." he simply said as he covered the brand new blanket over you.

-end-

Just Nozel flexin his rich ass, don't mind him.

[moirastuff]

So I saw the angsty Revali x reader turning into links sister being with Sidon for the original Botw timeline. Normally not one for angst cause it ya know makes me sad, but it was a good angst.

So because of that, I wanted to know what hcs you would have for Prince Sidon x Links sister reader? (kinda a continuation,but also it is still kinda just like relationship hcs. Idk how else to explain it). I think it would be really cute cause Sidon is just too damn sweet.

(Revali May be sad, but as you mentioned he still loves her so he’s probably just watching over her and making sure she’s happy. Mipha too probably knowing her brother and one of her best friends are happy. Doesn’t have to include this, but this just seems like how these two would be as they watch over their loved ones. Although, one little mistake from Shark Prince and Miphas spirit would have to hold Revali back from haunting Sidon)

This shouldn't be as funny as it sounds lmao

This is kinda cute and depressing.

I had to investigate about amnesia and how people with it live, because that's exactly how BOTW Link lives, and so (Y/N), with a bit of PTSD, sorry if it's not accurate.

Sorry for taking time on these, I'm starting to think I don't have control over my time management.

I hope you like it ✨

I had no idea how to name this one, I'm so sorry

(Y/N) dealing with amnesia and trauma with Sidon and Revali

I love this GIF....

After you and Sidon starting dating, you felt like something isn't what it should be.

Yes, you're happy with Sidon, Link doesn't mind at all and Sidon is also really happy.

But you felt like there was something missing...

Or someone

You had no idea, every memory you had before waking up was completely gone and even the stuff you get to remember, is easy to see it blurry.

You were even kinda jealous that Link had a way of finding his important memories.

But yours are gone with no clue where to find them, sometimes you have flashback's in random places.

Link and you get really good, he also feels bad for you but you tell him it doesn't matter, you don't really need your memories.

You and Link have a trauma with the guardians, with constant nightmares.

Link doesn't show it a lot but you can get easily scared with even a decayed one.

You sometimes think there's a guardian stalker near or a decayed one is still working, you see them move but there's nothing there.

Sidon is really worried for you two.

He was kinda surprised you weren't afraid of any monsters, not even of the Hinox or Lynels.

You helped each other with the nightmare's, Link doesn't say anything but he sure is scared.

He has to do check all the area where your sleeping in order to be more calmed and you help him.

When you wake up from a nightmare, you can't sleep, the slightest of sounds is going to alarm you.

It's amazing how yo two can do everything even with a very reduced sleeping schedule.

The first time you slept with Sidon was kinda problematic, Sidon didn't knew how you where after a nightmare or even if you sleep well.

You were in his room and falled asleep, it was a long day and you finally got to rest.

When Sidon entered the room he saw you sleeping so he tried to not make too much noise.

But even if he tried to not wake you up, you still wake up in cold sweat.

You grabbed your sword immediately and put yourself in defense position.

Sidon got scared and worried, he asked you if something bad happened or if he made so much noise.

You let go your sword and fall on the bed to start crying.

He immediately hugged you, trying to comfort you.

“Please answer me, I want to know if something happened, did you had an nightmare?”

You told him about your trauma but you where honest, you didn't remember or know how you got it.

All this time you where paranoid of something that you can't remember neither the moment you got that trauma.

You told him about your nightmares, it was imposible for you to sleep completely, you needed have your sword in order to be at least calm.

But the littlest of sounds made you go into fight or fly mode.

Sidon didn't get angry at you, he was really worried.

“I promise to protect you with my life for any kind of danger you fear, even from your nightmares, here in the Zora region is free form guardians and none of them will be able to hurt you anymore, and when you have a nightmare, you can hold to me tight so I can comfort you”

You were so touched that you started crying, he cuddle with you the rest of the night.

Not gonna lie, Revali was ready to haunt Sidon when he made you cry.

Also, he was jelly.

But also worried for you, at least you had someone to comfort you.

But if Sidon mades you cry once again or breaks your heart...

Ganon will be a tiny fairy compared to his gigantic hatred towards Sidon.

Mipha, please stop him.

At this point, Mipha is just holding Revali to come back from the death and beat Sidon's ass.

He doesn't hate him, he's just making sure you are completely happy.

Yes, he knows your relationship ended when he died and it's nothing of his business now.

But that'll never stopped him from loving you to the last day of his existence.

Revali can't do a lot to protect you, but he can try his best.

I think every time you have a nightmare, he's with you, checking on you and trying to make it go away.

He wish you remember him but that's not going to make him come back.

He just wants to talk to you and apologize...

Apologize for not being with you when you need him, apologize for leaving you behind in this cruel world, apologize for not saying goodbye.

But he knows you already have a lot to process and a spirit from the past it's not what you need... And he accepts his fate.

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Rumor Has It {21}*

Chris Evans x Famous Reader Uriah “Riah” Tyler

Warning: Cursing, ANGST, Plot, Fluff, Mildly NSFW, Violence, Blood, Death, Verbal mention of Rape, Potentially Triggering Discussion

Words: 6.2k

Summary: You and Chris have been married for four years after a whirlwind romance. You are both happy and trying to navigate marriage in the public eye while balancing your successful careers. In the entertainment industry, not everything is as it seems, the flash of a camera lens impairs vision. As scandal and flashing lights put a strain on your once fairytale marriage is it possible your Hollywood marriage can stand the test of the rumor mill?

**Inspired by a video seen of Chris and his co-star Ana De Armas on their press tour for Knives Out at TIFF where she kept touching his chest and face standing about five inches apart.

NOTE: DO NOT COME FOR ME. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION.

**Loosely Edited/Proofread**

Thank you guys for reading!!!! If you enjoyed this please LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG. 😊❤️❤️

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-Uriah-

You pushed off of him to an upright position, not sure you’d heard him right. “Say what!?”

 Chris sat up as well and leaned on the headboard.

 “Yeah. Abel, the detective, found that the video was doctored. It was spliced together using so many different audio clips dating back to when Knives Out was announced. She had someone doctor it to make it seem like it was me, or recent and current me.”

 You were ready to claw her eyes out. “That bitch!”

 Chris sighed. “That’s not it,” he began. He reached for your hand and brought you closer. You swung your leg over his lap and sat on his thighs, giving him your undivided attention.

 “Remember the picture of her in the sweater?”

 Clenching your jaw, you nodded. “The one from your room?”

 He nodded. “You’re right—it was from my room.”

 You gaped at him, ready to lunge at him, but you stopped yourself.

 “She snuck in, stripped down, and posted it. Abel was able to get security footage from the hotel. She bribed one of the housekeeping staff. They let her in, and it was at the same time I was on call for press. The timestamp shows it. I’m thinking she knew it would set you off and create problems between us.”

 You couldn’t believe what he was saying. This was insane. Why would someone go to these lengths?

 “Wow.” You rubbed your forehead, trying to wrap your head around everything. Not only were you still grappling with everything that happened since the accident, including things with Christiano, but the babies and Chris’s downward spiral, but now this. “Oh my god.”

 “The investigator uncovered a video from the hotel—and so much more.” Chris released a heavy breath then took your hand. “It all points to her, Riah.”

 His fingers traced imaginary patterns on my hand and along the length of my fingers.

 “And the text messages?” You couldn’t help yourself. Chris looked up from your hand and to your waiting eyes. The look on his face was an inquisitive one. “The ones between you and her about us,” you finished.

 There was no look of shock; he just looked resolved, as if he somehow knew that you knew.

 “How do you know about that?”

 “I did something crazy,” you began before pausing to find the right way to explain.

 It only took a few moments to forego any strategic plan and lay it out. So that is what you did. You explained your mission impossible operation with Kizzy and Zora a few weeks ago at Chris’s press junket. You explained being in the elevator to witness Ana’s blatant flirting. You explained, taking her purse and going through her phone to find out how devious she was. By the time you finished, the silence in the room was deafening. Chris hadn’t moved or spoken since you began. The look on his face was so masked and neutral that you couldn’t tell if he was on the brink of an angry outburst or a disappointed one.

 Suddenly Chris snorted loudly then laughed obnoxiously, clapping his free hand across his chest. The laugh went on so long to the same caliber that you couldn’t help but join in. So the two of you sat there laughing together for several long minutes. Once both of you were laughed out, you just stared at each other.

 “I can’t say that I’m surprised,” Chris started first, continuing to rub your hand. “I knew who I married.”

 He sighed and shook his head. That was when you saw the remorse in his eyes. “I’m sorry. I should have told you about it all, but I didn’t want to hurt you or have you doubt me.”

 Chris clenched his jaw then crinkled his brow. “In hindsight, I know it looked really suspicious. There are so many things I see now that I didn’t then. I shouldn’t have even had those text exchanges. It’s not her place to know anything small or not about our marriage. Jesus.” Chris took his hand away then raked it through his hair before locking his hands behind his neck—one of his frustrated ticks. His eyes were dropped to your thighs, and that’s where they remained.

 “I’m sorry, Riah.”

 His voice sounded clouded, and that was the only indication you needed to know his emotions were getting the better of him.

 “I’ve been so stupid. So stupid,” he choked out.

 “Baby.” You slid closer to him, grabbing his elbows to pull them down to rest on top of your thighs. “Look at me.”

 You raised his chin so he was looking into your eyes. His tears stained his cheeks and welled his eyes. You’d wanted him to see the error of his ways so many times. You’d wished he could see it your way and understand, and now that he did, you should have felt vindicated, but you didn’t. There really were no winners when the family feuds.

 Dropping your face into the crook of his neck, you inhaled his scent.

 “I’m sorry, dragonfly,” Chris whispered, wrapping his arms around you holding you close. “So sorry.”

 “Baby—look at me.”

 He pulled back enough for you to peer into his eyes. As you caressed his cheek, you spoke.

 “It’s okay. I—you--,” you sighed, then traced your thumb across his bottom lip. “I understand. There has been so much—pain, so much sorries and--.” Again you stopped for a few seconds.

 “No more,” you finished.

 Chris slowly nodded his head, grasping your meaning. He then kissed your thumb and nuzzled his bearded jaw into your palm. Though you wanted to move on, there was one more burning question, one more thing you had to know. Nibbling your bottom lip, you found your courage.

 “Were—were you tempted?”

 You couldn't look at him, so you kept your head down.

 “What? Tempted? To do what?”

 Meeting his eyes, you swallowed, then continued.

 “Cheat,” you whispered.

 Chris sat up straight, and he cupped your face within his large hands. His eyebrows were crooked with the intense, take me serious look he always got when he was about to say something important.

 “Look at me. Never.”

 You tried to look away, but he wouldn’t let you.

 “Listen and hear me, Uriah, never, ever. I would never. I told you I married you for a reason. I had a plan. Forever and a day, Uriah. You promised me forever and a day, and I won’t stand for anything less. I’m collecting all of it. Forever and a day.”

Fighting the tears, you scoffed. “You were a jackass. When I tell you a woman wants you, don’t doubt me.”

 Chris smiled and nodded. “I was. Never again. We don’t be here again. I’m going to be Pence from now on. You must be present at all times, or I’m not alone with any women.”

 You busted out laughing, and for the first time, you didn’t feel the heaviness of the last few weeks. It felt almost normal, like the two of you were on your way. Chris kissed you once, then twice before resting his forehead to yours.

 “We have to nail her ass to the wall,” you declared, staring into his eyes.

 “Oh, definitely. What did you have in mind, Mrs. Evans?”

 “You didn’t file the papers?”

 Chris scoffed, then rolled his eyes.

 “I don’t know who you think I am, but you’re gonna have to try harder than divorce papers to get rid of me, Dragonfly.”

 Again you smiled. “So whatever I want, you won’t be the voice of sympathy?”

 “Whatever you want, kitten,” Chris replied, kissing the tip of your nose, making your belly flutter in the process.

  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I’m so happy that you’re okay, sweetheart,” your mother said as she pulled you into a group hug with your father.

 “I’ll be okay, mom.”

 Your father cupped your cheek, taking the time to inspect your face. You knew he wasn’t looking for physical harm. He was realizing how close he’d come to losing you, how he’d failed you. You could tell. When Chris had called them to update them, they instantly wanted to hear your voice. When they did, they broke, and that breaking turned to shattered when everything came out.

 You’d spent two hours on the phone with them, listening to them apologize and blame themselves for putting so much trust in Christiano. They felt horrible for never suspecting that he would stoop so low. They begged you not to hate them, begged you to forgive them. It was easy to promise them you weren't angry because you understood. You didn’t blame them or hold a grudge for them not doing more. They had no idea who Christiano really was—you didn’t either. The only one who ever saw him for who he was, was Chris.

 “I’m so sorry, Uriah. As your father, I should have done more to keep you away from him.”

 “Daddy, don’t. There is nothing you could have done. You did the best with what the information you had—you all did,” you assured, looking around at the faces of everyone you loved, both your family and Chris’s.

 Lisa approached and pulled you into another hug. You could feel her tears.

 “I’m okay, I promise.”

 “I am so happy that you are.” Her hand dropped to your bump, and she smiled. “That you all are.”

 Just like that, the waterworks started again, and everyone huddled around you, everyone but Chris, who was standing back most likely watching with a cheesy smile on his face. When they released you, your guess was correct. Chris smiled, then winked at you.

 “So how are we getting those sons of bitches?”

 All eyes snapped to Zora, who looked as if she was ready to rip out a heart and eat it.

 “Down girl—Chris has already laid the groundwork,” you said.

 “And it was easy, just play into that colossal ego of his,” Chris finished, kissing my temple.

   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

-Chris-

MSG Love Of My Life: Remember, don’t let him goad you. He’s going to try.

 He scoffed; it was an understatement.

 MSG: I’m good. He can’t get me to because I have what he doesn’t, and I know something he doesn’t.

MSG Love Of My Life: You do have me. Forever and a day, my love. <Kiss emoji, heart emoji>

MSG: You should have let me go with you. I don’t like you’re alone.

MSG Love Of My Life: I’m not alone. I have my parents, Kizzy, Zora, your sisters, your mom, our lawyers. I am far from alone.

MSG: You know what I mean.

MSG Love Of My Life: I don’t think I could relive it all with you next to me anyway. It’s better this way. I’ll see you soon. Remember what I said. <Kiss>

 He sighed and tried to push aside the guilt he felt. He wanted to be with you, holding your hand. You’d gone through too much alone, and all he wanted to do now was protect you.

 MSG Scott: Need me to come up?

MSG: Nah, I can handle this.

MSG Scott: Okay.

 He slipped his phone back into his pocket and stared out over the canyons and LA down below. It was a beautiful sight, one he liked a lot but not better than the changing leaves of Autumn in Massachusetts. He would never choose LA over them. It was, however, a good change of pace, but it staled quickly. Standing here, it was easy to forget the chaos of the last few months. Easy to forget that merely days ago, he’d thought his life was over, and it would never be the same.

 “I can’t believe you suggested this. What, you’re a glutton for punishment? That’s cool; I don’t mind helping you with that.”

 The sound of his voice was enough to make him want to turn around swinging, then drag him to the edge and kick him off Sparta style. He didn’t deserve to live, not after what he’d done to you. He clenched his jaw and tightened his fist, and slowly released a breath. Once he was sure he had some sort of control over his reflexes, he turned. Christiano looked as smug as ever. He’d never wanted to take a life, but right now, right here, he thought of at least ten ways in under one minute. They all involved pain.

 “So, what air is there to clear?”

 He clenched his jaw before he spoke.

 “She’s still my wife.”

 “Ah, ah, ah, according to those divorce papers she sent over, even that is limited time. Face it man; you’ve lost. I’ve won. I always win. I always get what I want, no matter what. It’s hilarious to me that you thought swooping into her life like that and marrying her on a whim would have changed things. Uriah has always been mine. She was always meant to be mine.”

 His hatred for the man in front of him was already at toxic levels. He had no idea how it was possible for it to increase. Staring at him and hearing the venom he just spewed did the trick.

 “So, this is just a game to you? This is her life—this is our life. All of this is for what?”

 “To win what’s rightfully mine. I’m Christiano White. I get what I want when I want it, and that includes women. No one takes what’s mine. No one, and she’s mine!”

 The smugness on his face was the most upsetting thing. He didn’t care hearing him profess fake ownership. He didn’t even care that Christiano thought he had so much privilege that he would get away with his insane plane. Even the thought that him being Christiano White meant jack shit. What really got to him was the fact he’d done this to prove some stupid, sick point. He’d played with his life, your life, and the life of his children for the sake of winning. He stepped to Christiano, ready to push his ass off the cliff, but before he touched him, the thought of you and those innocent babies flashed into his mind. There was no way he’d do this to you guys, he thought.

 Gathering some calm, he stepped back. Christiano chuckled.

 “Thay’s right. Recognize when you’ve lost, and oh, have you lost. Let me tell you how bad you’ve lost. She was in my bed, letting me touch her, kiss her, please her. She shouted my name, over and over. Not yours.”

 He scoffed. “You sure? My name’s Chris. Did she say, Christiano?”

 The smirk on Christiano’s face slipped, and rage replaced it. It was a small piece of satisfaction, but it was worth it, especially since he knew for a fact you’d called his name—Chris and not the latter. Though your brain didn’t remember him, your subconscious did, your heart did, your soul did. There was no room for anyone else. He nearly laughed in Christiano’s face because it had taken him this long to grasp that fully. There had only ever been you and him.

 “You only have yourself to blame. Who would dare cheat on Uriah? Who would think to replace a diamond with a pebble? You’re an idiot,” Christiano jabbed before he laughed out. “Don’t worry, once we’re married, things will be better for her.”

 “How do you plan on getting married if we’re still legally married?”

 For the second time, the smile Christiano wore slipped. He looked around as if he expected someone to come out.

 “For now,” Christiano scoffed, rolling his eyes.

 He couldn’t help but smile when he saw you walking up behind Christiano. Catching on, he spun around.

 “Babe, what’re—what’re you doing here? I thought we were meeting tonight.”

 Christiano approached you with his arms out, but you walked past him to his waiting arms instead. Once he wrapped his arm around your waist, you kissed his lips, then turned to Christiano, who looked confused, angry, and a few other emotions he most likely hadn’t put together yet.

 “For always,” you said.

 “What the fuck!”

 “Surprise,” he said, slipping his hand down to your hip. Christiano’s eyes dropped to his hand before he clenched his jaw. The annoyance from minutes ago was worth it.

 “What was the plan, Christiano? It’s bigamy to be married to two people at once. Our marriage would have been null in void. What was the goal!?”

 Christiano took a step to you, making him grip your hip tighter, ready to get in between you.

 “I’m better than him. I’m richer, I look better, and I’m better in bed. Admit it, Riah. I don’t lose to men like him. I wasn’t done with you,” Christiano confessed with bitterness in his voice.

 You pulled from him, taking a step to Christiano. “So you decided to turn me into a pawn! You decided to lie to me, manipulate me and—rape me?!”

 “Shut up, I didn’t--,” he began before you cut him off.

 “Yes, you did! I was not of sound mind. I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t even know who I was. You knew. You fucking knew, and you used that and stole from me. Admit it!”

 Sensing things were about to go south, he stepped between the two of you, pulling back to a safe distance.

 “That’s right, fuck it! Yes, I did all of that. I’ll admit it. Yes, I manipulated you to get what I wanted. I couldn’t lose to this dick. I couldn’t let you go. I wouldn’t. I did what was necessary. I took what was mine, and I don’t regret it. I’d do it again.”

 That was all he could stomach before he turned and decked him with all the force he possessed. Christiano dropped to the dirt and writhed for a few moments before he slowly stood laughing like a lunatic with the blood dripping from his nose.

 “You’re insane. You tried to kill my children because I ended things and found better?”

 “There is no better than me!”

 He spread his arms out, not caring where the blood that spewed from him went. “Uriah, you know you love me. You loved the feel of a real man between your legs. Just tell him.”

 Glancing at you, he realized you were crying now.

 “I can’t believe you’d do this to me. I can’t believe you’d hurt me this way.”

 He wrapped his arms around you, hoping to comfort you in some way. Looking back at Christiano, he was in time to see him charging toward him. He quickly moved you out of the way and threw a punch that connected with Christiano’s jaw. Instead of going down, Christiano lunged at him, gripping him around his waist, trying to bring him down to the ground. He almost laughed. Sending his knee into his gut, he spun and put Christiano in a chokehold keeping him there.

 It was then a group of police officers came running toward them.

 “Look at that. You lost, not just once, but twice and now—a third.”

 He wanted to snap his neck, and thinking of everything he’d put them through, he almost did. Two officers ran up to him, both of them taking Christiano by his arms.

 “We’ve got it from here.”

 Reluctantly he let Christiano go and allowed the law to take the wheel. Going to you, he cupped your cheeks and wiped your tears.

 “I’m here.”

 You hugged him, and he just held you. There was no need for words.

  -That Night-

“I love you.”

 Those words were like music to his ears. There was a time he didn’t think he’d ever hear them again. Gently pulling your head back, he peered into your eyes while caressing your cheek. He loved seeing you like this with your hair free, hovered over him, with the moon as your backdrop.

 “I love you more,” he whispered.

 “Forever and a day?”

 He smiled, remembering your promises, and pressed his forehead to yours. “Forever and a day, dragonfly.”

 You kissed him softly, taking the time to tease his lips, nibbling his bottom one before burying your face in the crook of his neck as you rocked against him, sending him higher and higher until he felt as if his soul left his body.

 “Uriah!”

 It felt like he was no longer in his body but instead hovering overhead like a fly watching your bodies entangled together. There was no other sight he loved as much. You rolled off of him and found your place beside him, resting your head on his chest, right over his heart. You both sighed.

 “After this is done, let’s go back to Massachusetts full time,” you quietly said after a few minutes.

 “What?” he turned to look at you, needing to see if you meant it.

 “Do you mean that?”

 “Yeah. I never wanted to raise kids in LA, and you know I love Massachusetts. Let’s have these babies in the house you built for us,” you added.

 He couldn’t believe his ears. It wasn’t that you’d ever expressed not wanting to live in Massachusetts full time; it was that he knew how much of your career was still in LA. With him, he was spending less and less time here, but you, it seemed it was more and more.

 “How is that going to work with your career?”

 You rolled slightly onto your side, then trailed your hand across his chest down his stomach to rest nonchalantly atop his manhood. Groaning, he wrapped one of his arms under his head.

 “I’m taking a few years off.”

 The shock had his junk jumping in your hand, making a wide smile spread across your face. “Wow, talk about talent,” you teased.

 He rolled you onto your back and climbed on top of you, nestling himself between your spread thighs.

 “Don’t play with me, Mrs. Evans.”

 You smiled widely as you fondled him with one hand. Not being strong enough to have this conversation while you did that, he grabbed your hand and pressed it over your head, gripping you at your wrist.

 “No fair,” you pouted.

 “Say that again.”

 You smiled, clearly loving that fact he was hanging by a flimsy piece of thread.

 “I said I’m taking a few years off.”

 He couldn’t stop his grin. “Really?”

 “Yeah. What do you think? Would you want that?”

 “You’re kidding. Of course, yes! It would be just the two of us day in, day out. No movie sets, no studio time, no photoshoots.”

 “Eh-em, excuse you. You mean just the five of us,” you corrected.

 It didn’t take him long to get it. You, him, babies, and Dodger.

 “I love you, Mrs. Evans.”

 “I love you, Mr. Evans.”

 You kissed him once, then twice before your hands roamed down his back to grip his ass, making him moan and chuckle at the same time. He’d missed this and you.

 “Hang on, baby; I gotta--,” he began.

 “Ah, that after nut pee calls, huh. Fine. Go ahead. I'll just be here, pregnant and horny.”

 He snorted and rolled off of you before hurrying to the bathroom.

 “Oh, I’m coming back, cause—that sounds like a very pressing situation that needs my undivided attention.”

 You giggled as he dipped into the bathroom. He hurried to the toilet and tried his best to aim properly but an erection and peeing straight made for a tricky situation. Once he’d gotten the hang of it and the common sense to curve his body a little, he was good and groaned long and loud as he relieved himself. The silence in the bathroom gave him the time to fully react to the prospect of moving back to Massachusetts full time for the next few years. He couldn’t wait. Life was about to change for the better.

 Once finished, he flushed and washed his hands before stepping back into the room. He expected you to be lying on the bed, waiting for him, but the bed was empty. Thinking you might have found your way to the kitchen for a snack, he pulled his pajama pants off the floor and pulled them on before he walked out of the bedroom. He’d recently discovered that after sex, you craved something from the fridge. He walked down the hall leading to the staircase, but before he got there, a chill ran down his spine. It was this chill and almost like a psychic feeling that had him stop.

 When he turned, there you stood in your pale pink kimono robe with Christiano behind you. His hand was around your neck, clasping it.

“What the--.” He made a move toward them, but Christiano pulled out a gun and pointed it to your stomach.

 “I wouldn’t,” he began before he cocked the weapon. “Or I will pull this trigger, and there goes Evan Jr.”

 Terror as he’d never felt before gripped his heart. “You wouldn’t risk her life.”

 Christiano shoved the barrel of the gun more forcefully into your stomach, making you whimper loudly.

 “Wouldn’t I? what’s the point of keeping her safe now? For her to end up with you? I think the fuck not!” Again he shoved the gun into you.

 “Okay, hey, hey, stop. Don’t do this. Please.”

 “Please?” Christiano snorted and pulled you more firmly against him. “Are you begging me finally? You’ve always been underneath me. I couldn’t understand why she would choose you over me. I’m better in every category.”

 He nodded, with his hands raised.

 “You’re right. You’re the better man, the better choice,” he agreed, deciding to play along and say whatever he wanted if it meant Uriah had a chance of getting away from him. He quickly tried to formulate a plan while he used his words to buy himself as much time as possible.

 “I know! So why him, Uriah!?”

 You remained quiet, tears streaming down your cheeks.

 “Answer me! You better answer me with the truth, or I swear I’ll pull this trigger.”

 “Answer hi, Dragonfly. It’s okay. Forever and a day.”

 You scrunched your face and watched fresh heartbreak wash over you. “I—I fell in love with him, Tino. My soul recognized his as my home. It could only ever be him,” you replied. He signaled to you using his eyes and slight movements of his head, and he hoped you understood them.

 He watched Christiano squeeze your neck tighter and press the gun more persistently into you, and he said a silent prayer.

 “Fine,” Christiano began. He saw the moment when it all changed for him, and his threats no longer were empty words. “If I can’t have you. No one can.”

 “Now, Riah!”

 You threw your head back, colliding yours with his in a vicious headbutt that sent Christiano staggering backward a few steps and you stumbling before falling to the floor. In the chaos, Christiano dropped the gun allowing him to leap forward for the gun. In seconds Christiano was on him, fighting him for it. He tried to pull it from his clutches while turning it away from him or Uriah, but there was no fury like a man who’d lost everything.

 Christiano managed to wrangle the gun from his grasp and pointed it to Uriah. In the blink of an eye, he knew what had to be done—the only thing he could do. Locking eyes with you, he said the only thing that mattered.

 “I love you.”

 He then dove for Christiano tracking him into the banister railing with enough force that broke it, sending both of them over the edge and down two and a half stories to the hard marble floor beneath. He could hear your piercing scream right before they collided with the floor, but once they made impact, the gun went off, and again Uriah screamed.

 “Chris!”

~~~~~~~~~

-Uriah-

It all had happened in such a way that it was in slow motion but sped up. You couldn’t register anything until it was all said and done. You scurried to the banister and looked down. Neither of them moved, and your heart stopped. Gasping, you tried to remind your brain to send the signal for you to breathe. After a few seconds, you coughed while trying to hurry down the stairs. The tears in your eyes made it difficult to see what was in front of you, so you stumbled down the stairs. If it weren’t for your gripping the railing as you descended, you were sure you would have tumbled.

 Once down to them, you dropped to your knees beside them and pulled at Chris’s body. He wasn’t moving.

 “Oh god, Chris!”

 He didn’t respond, and his body felt like dead weight. Your tears flowed more freely as you managed to roll him off. Once you had, you were able to see that it was Christiano who was shot and not Chris. Relief filled you, and you shook him more forcefully.

 “Chris! Wake up, please. Please don’t leave me. Chris!”

 Suddenly he erupted into a fit of choughs before they died down.

 “Why are you always shouting at me, woman!?”

 You gasped again. “Oh my god! You scared the shit out of me.”

 “I’m okay. I think,” he informed while trying to sit up. He then began examining you.

 “Are you okay?”

 “Yes.”

 He then gripped his head as he groaned out, but it wasn’t long before he was moving toward you to pull you into his arms, not caring that he was covered in blood.

 “Is he—is he dead?”

 Chris leaned back to check Christiano’s pulse, then lowered his head. “Very dead.”

 You clasped your hands over your mouth. “Oh my god. He—he tried--.”

 Chris pulled you into him and hugged you tightly. “Come here. It’s okay.”

 Somehow he managed to slide both of you from the body on the floor toward the wall. He held you tightly, then spoke.

 “I don’t think I’ll call you crazy again after this.”

 It was probably inappropriate, but you snorted then laughed, a laugh he joined in on. As suddenly as the laughter began, it ended.  

 “They’re crazy.”

 “Bat shit,” Chris replied.

 Any humor to be found in the situation was gone, and it turned into you crying in his shoulder, going through all the emotions from the entire night. There had been so much pain, so much destruction. You’d come close to losing everything more than once, and the culprit was lying dead on the floor before you. It was overwhelming, but somehow, you felt steeled to the fact that you’d just watched someone die.

 You glanced over to Chris at the same moment he looked at you. He wiped the tears from your cheeks then spoke.

 “I’d do it again in a heartbeat.” He then lowered his lips to your forehead and held you close.

 Ten minutes later, the sirens of the police, ambulance, and fire trucks could be heard as they surrounded your property. The officers instantly took yours and Chris’s statements and any evidence lying around to prove what the two of you were professing, including the security footage. The EMS workers quickly covered Christiano’s body with a sheet as they rolled him into a body bag then pushed the gurney out of the house. You barely registered anything. Chris did most of the talking, not leaving one thing out. When they asked you about the events of the night, you stuttered and quickly became frazzled as everything finally caught up to you. That was when the detective Chris hired suggested meeting at the police station to continue, which would allow him to reveal his findings in his investigation.

After a quick change, you were sitting in the passenger side of Chris’s car as he drove you to the precinct. Your mind raced a mile a minute, but your lips remained zipped. The feel of Chris’s hand on your thigh was your tangible evidence that this was reality and not some soap opera plot. When you arrived at the precinct, the detective in charge of the case questioned you from the very beginning to the night's events. You did your best to remain calm and emotionless and were surprised that you didn’t feel the shame you’d felt about the entire situation prior to this night.

When the detective revealed new information divulged to him, from the detective Chris hired, about Christiano and what he’d truly been up to and how deep his plans really went, you could hardly stomach it. He’d secured another property in Russia and planned to bring you there. The way the information was revealed, it seemed like he planned on keeping you captive there. Hearing that, you almost passed out. Chris, on the other hand, looked like he was ready to kill Christiano again.

 The questioning took a full hour, and at the end of it, you were exhausted and ready to put this entire thing behind you after dealing with Ana. With Chris’s arm around your waist, you walked out of the detective’s office onto the precinct's open floor. A loud scream brought your attention to several officers pulling Ana through with her hands cuffed behind her back.

 “I demand you let me go. Do you know who I am!? I swear to god, I will have your badge, and you’ll never be a fucking cop again!”

 “Wow, the mouth on her,” one of the officers teased.

 “To think we found her hot in that Bond movie,” another piped up.

 “Fuck you!”

 You and Chris approached, curious as to what was going on. You hadn’t expected to see her until tomorrow when you and Chris executed the second part of your plan of confronting her while recording it to release it to the world, showing everyone who and what she really was. It would have been a one-two hit that she wouldn’t recover from. Her career would have been over.

 “It’s been a big night,” the detective who’d just interviewed you said, standing beside you.

 “I don’t understand. What’s going on? Why’s she here?”

 “Your detective gave us plenty of information. By the way, impressive man, you should think about keeping him on your payroll. Anyway, we followed his leads, and it led right to her and her assistant, specifically her assistant’s car. This one took her assistant’s car and was the one behind the wheel when she ran into you. The traffic cams show it was an intentional hit.”

 You saw red.

 “What!”

 “She tried to kill you,” Abel, the private detective, added, coming up beside Chris.

 “What’s more, there were messages between her and Christiano White.”

 Both yours and Chris’s heads spun to him to the police detective this time to find him nodding with a look on his face that said even he hadn’t encountered anything this bizarre before.

 “They concocted this whole scheme together, beginning with the pictures of her in that eat shit sweater. This was set up with them. there is even evidence Christiano was poisoning you, Mrs. Evans.”

 “Jesus,” Chris hissed.

 You remained utterly silent and still letting Abel’s words fully process. It was a lot of information, but it was also vindication that you were in no shape or form crazy.

 “Wh—what does all this mean?”

 “It means she’s going to face a judge on a slew of charges that are quite serious. I can assure you both; there is no easy way of her getting out of any of this. No amount of money or connections will fix it. Her career is over,” the detective finished.

 You both were speechless, and looking at Chris, he was too. You and Chris were led to somewhere you could sit for a few minutes to receive the paperwork for the night’s incident and the new information. While sitting, you used the time to catch your breath and wrap your head around everything. Neither of you could believe all you’d gone through. The more you thought about it, the more your confusion increased. One burning questioned remained. Why?

 About ten minutes later, you and Chris were led toward the exit, but you caught sight of Ana to your right. You would have walked on, but the way she glared at you had you changing your mind in seconds. You let go of Chris’s hand and walked over to her.

 “I have to know. Why? What was the point!?”

 Ana bolted to her feet as if she planned to do something, but the officer behind her grabbed her arm, holding her to ensure she didn’t try anything. You weren’t worried.

“You don’t deserve anything you have. The fame, the popularity, and opportunities you don’t deserve any of it, especially Chris. He was supposed to be mine. That baby was supposed to be mine!”

 You could hear the poison in her voice and see the sheer hatred for you shining brightly in her eyes. She truly meant this though she didn’t know one thing about you.

 “You’re crazy as fuck. I hope it was worth it.” You reached back for Chris’s hand, knowing he was behind you. Lacing your fingers with his, you showed her all that her efforts had produced, then turned and began walking away.

 “You low-grade black bitch!

In your head, you heard blaring sirens. The sound became so loud in a matter of seconds it had somewhat of a mind-altering effect. Chris released your hand as if he knew what was going to happen. You turned back to her and saw red.

 “Oh I’ll show you how low grade this black bitch is!”

 You ran to her, then tackled her to the floor. Once on top of her, you swung punch after punch, each slamming into her face. You didn’t care where they landed, didn’t care how hard you were hitting her either. There was a lesson she needed to learn, and the only way to learn it was getting her ass beat the right way—the black way. You felt hands trying to pull you off of her, but you were not having it. You held on to her hair, so when they tried to move you, they really helped you bald the bitch.

 “See, I never learned to share when I was young! I’m—an—only—child!” With each enunciated word, you emphasized it with a punch. Ana’s screams were loud, but they weren’t louder than those alarms still sounding off in your head. Though she tried to fight back, it was futile, though.

 “Learn this bitch! Don’t,” you dropped a punch to her nose. “Touch,” you slapped her with your open hand. “What,” you slapped her again, this time with the back of your hand. “is mine!”

 From then, no one else tried to pull you off of her. You suspected it was Chris warning them. You managed to get off a few more punches when you were finally pulled off.

 “Let me go!”

 “Okay, calm down, Adonis Creed, that’s enough,” Chris shouted, trying to break through to you. You still struggled trying to get back to her, but Chris refused to let you go until you calmed down. You looked at Ana on the floor. She was barely moving, and her face was a bloody mess with several patches of her dark hair sprinkled around her. Satisfaction filled you. Raising your hand, you assured Chris you were good. Slowly he let you go, and you stooped down to her.

 “Look at me.”

 You waited for her writhing to stop and for her bloody, swollen eyes to land on you.

 “Remember my name for the rest of your pathetic life. Remember that I’m that bitch!”

 You grabbed her hair and held her head. “Try this shit again; you gonna lose your life.”

 With that, you punched her one more time, knocking her clear out. Everyone around the precinct shouted out a collective “ooh.” You stood and walked away as they all cleared your path, most likely thinking you were crazy. Chris came beside you, took your hand, and walked back to the car with you. Once inside, you both sat there, silently processing everything. Five minutes passed in silence until you spoke.

 “She did all this over dick, Chris. Dick,” you said in disbelief as you shook your head.

 “I mean—my dick is A1.”

 Your head spun to him. “Christopher!”

 He laughed out loud while holding his hands up in defeat.

 “Hey, don’t beat my ass too, I don’t want none,” Chris joked, making you laugh a little.

 “Wow, remind me not to piss you off again. I don’t want any of what she got.”

 You fake lunged at him with your still bloodied fists. “Don’t start none, won’t be none.”

 Both of you erupted with laughter before you embraced, relishing in the feeling of togetherness and your love. It was finally over; you thought as Chris pressed a soft kiss to your neck.

 “Let’s get the fuck out of this town,” Chris suggested. You snorted and nodded.

 “Let’s go home.”

 Knowing where you meant, Chris smiled and kissed you once, then twice.

 “Let’s,” he whispered.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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[thezoraprince]

Raising a Zora - Bazz x reader

“bro im so pumped i will singlehandedly supply AT LEAST a week of reqs for rainy days don't try me to start us off: sidon (and bazz 😌) fatherhood momence :) assuming we've adopted bc i still haven't worked out my zora anatomy hcs lol. ofc by the time the kid is school age poor y/n is gonna be like 50 but you can either ignore that or work it in as you please! i'm curious ab ur take on zora childhood milestones etc :)” - @mantaphase​

and i’m back with a Bazz headcanon!! i will NEVER get tired of writing for him <3

enjoy!! <333

(Sidon can be found here)

Bazz loves the idea of having children with you

he’s dreamt about it for such a long time

but he knows that Zora/Hylian reproduction wouldn’t work

you two talk about it daily

“You know I want nothing more than to have a family with you, right?”

you two decide adoption is the best route to go

and you’re both so happy with this decision

you both adopt a Zora egg

and it’s the smallest one you’ve ever seen

you’ve never seen Bazz be so gentle with ANYTHING

and here he is, cradling this egg with so much love

you’re sure to place it in water for when it hatches

and Bazz is always checking in

about a month of so after adopting, the egg hatches

Bazz squeals with delight

he’s so attentive

even when he’s supposed to be working, he’ll come home and check in with you and the baby

“How can I not come see my little family in the middle of the day?”

after he arrives home, he’s sure to tell you all about his day

he even has stories ready for your little one

it’s the same for about a year or two

and everyday, he has more exciting stories

once your child reaches the metamorphosis stage, Bazz stays home from work to help around the house

he knows how insane things can be 

and mainly because he did help take care of Dunma when Rivan needed help

it happens so quickly

and soon enough, you’re teaching your baby to walk, talk, etc.

Bazz is adamant about taking the baby to work with him when he does surveys

that way you can get a break

and so he can teach your little one some really cool Zora Guard stuff

it’s nice to get a day to yourself

he comes home with your little one smiling fin to fin

“Guess what we learned today?”

he sets [them] down, and [they] stumble over to you

“I’m sorry that we were away when [they] took their first steps. I wasn’t expecting it so soon.”

“It’s alright, Bazz. We can’t control these things. I’m just happy you’re both safe and sound here at home now.”

Bazz hugs you tightly

years go by

nothing seems to change except their coordination and skills

Bazz takes [them] on surveys quite a bit

and he’s always trying to teach [them] guard techniques for fighting

these two bring you nothing but pure joy

and you can’t wait for your little one’s next stage in life

once [they] hit age 20, [they] start school

Bazz picks them up EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

with the exception of the times he cannot seem to get out of work

he’ll bring [them] to work as much as he can

and your little one ends up having the WHOLE Zora guard helping [them] with homework

the Big Bad Bazz Brigade bringing up yet another child together 

Dunma and your child definitely bond over this

and you’re so thrilled to have an entire community to help you if you need some time to yourself

it’s chaotic

but your little family is so perfect

and you wouldn’t have it any other way

[faean]

Prince Sidon x Male Reader (Part 1/2)

Rating: T; Mentions of Blood/Death

Word Length: 1,960 words

Title: The Prince’s Folly

             -----

          “What’s a Hylian doing in Zora’s Domain?”

          “Isn’t he the one who used to live in Hyrule Castle teaching magic?”

          “Didn’t he travel the world? Why’d he choose to stay here after the Calamity?”

          “Did you hear? King Dorephan tasked him with slaying the Lynel since it’s been resurrected. I hope he survives...”

          “The council is hoping he doesn’t make it. They’re still so angry at the Hylians and their Champion, even after Mipha’s spirit told us not to be remorseful.”

          “I can’t believe it! He actually slew the beast! The Prince even saw him deliver the finishing blow. He’s been telling everyone about it.”

          “For a Hylian, he sure ages like a Zora. It’s been over 50 years and he doesn’t look a day older. He’s even taller than the average Hylian. I wonder if it’s because of his magic.”

          “Do you think the rumors are true? They say he isn’t interested in women. There have been a few female Hylians, Gerudo, even female Zora and Gorons approach him and he’s politely declined them all.”

          “I think the rumors might be true. He acts differently when around the Prince, and the Prince has been spending more time with him, too.”

          It’s been almost 75 years, and every day still brings something new. Sometimes it’s the council coming up with some asinine task for you to complete to get you to leave the domain, even if you always complete them with little difficulty. Sometimes it’s patrolling the borders and the dam. Sometimes it’s going out for more supplies. And, after every blood moon, you leave to confront the Lynel that terrorizes the Zora atop Ploymus Mountain. After so many decades, the fights end swiftly and without incident.

          Until recently.

          The Zora Prince, Sidon, has been spending every bit of free time with you. He joins you on patrols, short trading journeys, and the tasks the council sends you on, much to their dismay. Unfortunately, their hatred against Hylians seems to overrule their worry about the sole heir of the Zora. Either they are resentful he holds no grudges against Hylians like they do, or they actually recognize your skill and don’t fear for his safety. Hopefully, it was the latter.

          You didn’t mind his company, of course. For a while, most of the Zora were wary of you, though the younger generations, including Sidon’s, were much less discriminatory and more friendly, even going so far as to argue against some of the council’s decisions. There was one thing about Sidon’s presence that bothered you, though.

          You were hopelessly in love with him, and you had the sensation that he knew, considering the rumors surrounding your interactions with female suitors. It wasn’t until your most recent excursion to slay the revived Lynel once more that everything was brought to light…

          Many decades ago, back when I first moved to the Zora’s Domain after the Calamity, King Dorephan asked me to fight a Lynel atop a nearby mountain that had been terrorizing the Zora after the power of Calamity Ganon brought it back on a Blood Moon.

          As a Hylian, the shock arrows it fired would not be immediately fatal to me, and my prowess with magic was renowned, having granted me longevity and the opportunity to teach Princess Zelda (though, her obsession with ancient Sheikah technology limited my involvement). For me, (Y/N) (L/N), the Master of Magic, it would have been easy.

          Would have been.

          During the battle, I managed to avoid every one of the beast’s attacks, and had dealt several serious blows; however, the Lynel’s natural resistance to all the elements drained me of my energy as I used stronger and more costly spells to counter it. I had received some training with spears, bows, and blades, but not enough to rival that of a savage and cunning Lynel. Near the end of the battle, a certain young Prince had become entranced and stepped out further from his hiding place where he was watching.

          The Lynel did not hesitate to take aim, and the young Prince was frozen in fear. He didn’t see what happened next, too afraid to open his eyes until he heard my voice softly comforting him.

          There was no sign of the Lynel, just a jagged pillar of earth and the spoils of the slain beast. The Prince completely forgot his fear and was gushing over me and the battle, unaware of the cost of my victory. I escorted him back, presenting the spoils to the King as proof before leaving to my own home. Once alone, I uttered a few cryptic words and my clothing turned a deep crimson red.

          Now, he joined you again, but with your knowledge and the intent to fight. You instructed him on the beast’s tactics and abilities, as well as your usual strategy. You would wait until it put away its sword and shield to charge at you, and you would proceed to meet it head on by sliding underneath it to slay it in a single blow. Expending most of your magical energy, you focused it in between your hands before expending it all in a single devastating strike, piercing through its underside and disintegrating most of its body.

          With the Prince at your side, and with his skill with a bow, he’d get the beast’s attention before you struck it from behind. A simple diversion, yet wholly effective in theory. Even if the Lynel charged him, the Prince was more than capable with a spear.

          At least, that was the idea.

          The Lynel, in its cruel intelligence, was aligned perfectly with the Prince, preventing you from delivering the final blow. It cocked its shock arrows, ignoring the Prince’s own shots. Without hesitation and further thought, you dashed in front of the of the Prince and took the hit, just like you did all those years ago.

          Sidon’s eyes went wide with fear and realization as he saw the electricity course through your body, three arrows embedded across your chest. He watched as you shakily stood and proceeded to take a deep breath, blood pouring from your wounds as you raised your hands. He shielded his eyes from the bright light that followed, and when he could finally see again, all that was left were the creature’s weapons, parts, and a sizable crater in the ground from your attack. He meant to congratulate you, but you staggered and fell before he could, staining the grass blood red.

          -----

          “You have scars on your thighs… This isn’t the first time you took a Lynel’s arrows for me, is it?”

          The Prince was sitting at the foot of the large bed you were in, having brought you back to receive medical attention. He wouldn’t meet your gaze as you sat up, wincing at the pain and holding back a string of swears. You looked over at the Prince, saddened by how hurt he looked. He always wore a smile on his face, bringing cheer to the Zora people and working to keep the peace. He was treasured among his people, and even Lurelin Village and beyond, having saved them from a massive Octorok.

          But now? He had no smile; his eyes were dull, and his shoulders slumped.

          “My Prince … do not blame yourself. I made my choice that day, just as I made my choice today. It’ll take a lot more than a few arrows to take me down, and I would gladly take another if it meant keeping you safe.”

          Sidon was silent for a few moments before he wiped the tears from his face, turning to you with a bright smile and saying, “Have I told you just how much I appreciate everything you do? Because I really do appreciate all you do!”

          Admittedly, it was a little forced, but you still thought it admirable.

          “All right, now that that’s out of the way, I need a nap. I’m exhausted, and this isn’t my bed.” You breathed out as you rolled your shoulders.

          There was a brief pause before Sidon sheepishly told you that it was actually his bed you’ve been resting in for the past few days, since the healers thought it wasn’t a good idea to carry you all the way to your house while injured.

          “Wait, if I’ve been out for several days, then where have you been sleeping?” You asked, more worried about the Prince’s sleep than your own self.

          “… I’ve been here. I couldn’t bring myself to leave your side. The healers said you might not pull through, and I prayed to Mipha’s spirit to watch over you… The King … My father says it was survivor’s guilt, but I… (Y/N) … It was much more than that…” Sidon made his way around the bed to sit beside you.

          A massive blush spread across your face with how close he was, fortunately, he was looking down at the bed and not at you, though you would rather he met your gaze.

          “(Y/N), for an awfully long time now, I have been wishing to spend every day by your side. It’s why I join you on your assignments and invite you to every event I must attend. It’s why I convinced you and my father to let me fight beside you, but…” Sidon, without realizing it, took your hand in his, holding on to it as he spoke.

          “When you protected me, I remembered … I remembered when I was young and watched your fight with the Lynel for the first time, much like my sister had with the Hylian Champion. You had protected me back then, and you hid your injuries from me and even walked me all the way back home…” You felt him squeeze your hand as he continued, and you instinctively moved closer to him, coming to lean against him.

          “In that moment of realization, I knew exactly why I wished to be with you.”

          He turned to face you, taking your other hand is his own and leaning down, his eyes closed by the time his lips connected with yours. You melted into him, happily kissing back.

          -----

          Several (more) years went by, and you could not be happier. You and Sidon were officially a couple, and although the King was hesitant about your relationship at first, he saw how much joy you brought to Sidon, and that showed in everything he did. He accepted it, much to the further dismay of the council. Also a few of the female Zora who were huge fans of the Prince, but most were simply happy that he was happy. Sort of…

          -----

          “(Y/N), my beloved! You’ve returned! How was your trip?” The Prince asked when he reunited with you, sweeping you off your feet as he enveloped you in a hug.

          “Hot. Cold. I always forget the extremes of the Gerudo Desert until I inevitably return for some supplies. I’m just glad my contact is still willing to trade on my behalf. Anyway, let me drop off some things and I’ll meet you back in your room.” You punctuated this with a quick kiss to Sidon’s hand as he let you go.

          He was more than excited that you were back, not because you’ve been gone for a couple of weeks, but because he had been planning something special to mark your next anniversary, which takes place just a few days from today. The two of you have been through a lot since you got together, you more than him with how the council acts, but it bothered him more than you, funnily enough. Especially when they tried to convince him that conceiving a future heir was more important than love and happiness.

          Which got him thinking…

          -----

          Part 2: TBD

[kagelama-tobiyolo]

Could I please request for black clover? Maybe something really fluffy for Zora and Magna where they find out their confident s/o is really ticklish and they get real flustered. Like they've never seen their s/o like this before and and just 😳🥺😈

Fluffy Scenarios

Fandom: Black Clover

Pairings: Magna x Reader, Zora x Reader

Warnings: None!

Notes: OMG OM GOMG I HAD A LONG LIST OF THINGS I NEEDED TO DO/GET DONE BUT I WENT SCREW IT AND PUSHED ALL OF IT DOWN TO DO THIS REQ AND ANOTHER ONE. I’m so excited to write my first thing for Black Clover I hope it’ll turn out good.

And I love Zora SO MUCH this isn’t even funny T^T

***

Magna

You weren’t strong, you weren’t weak either but you definitely weren’t strong, so at first, your confident attitude irritated him a little. He didn’t understand where your confidence came from, you seemed like a stuck-up brat and he tried to stay away from you.

But you didn’t. You spent every moment with the members of the Black Bulls no matter what and obviously that included Magna. You were very aware that he didn’t like you much but you weren’t too sure why so you made it your duty to find out what you did that didn’t please him too much.

“Hey, Magna!!! We’re eating now, you have to hurry, oh my gosh.“

“Magna, look what I bought! I won’t give you any though,“

“Magna, you’re slow hurry up, we’re going to be late!”

Soon he softened up to you and you started to fall for soft Magna.

The two of you continued to talk and he started to like you as well, but that didn’t mean your confident attitude had disappeared and it also didn’t mean that he was over it.

Now that he got to know what kind of person you were, he decided to try to find out why you were so confident, he believed that there has to be some kind of base to it.

And one day, it came to him. You made others feel better. That was where your confidence came from. On the battlefield, you were able to lighten up the mood and motivate others. No one would notice, not one person at all, but you’d always be there to cheer anyone on. 

Why didn’t he see it before? He laughed at that thought. He found it funny that he didn’t notice until now and he rushed to go see you.

He found you sitting in the main hall, talking to everyone and laughing along like you always are. A little confident and a little snobby but always sweet. He smiled softly at that and walked up to you. 

“Hey, (Y/n). Let’s go out,“ he said very softly and calmly with his hair down.

“What???“ Finral said.

You whipped your head around and tried to act confident but you were afraid your real feelings were starting to show.

“What?? Like just, go somewhere? Or like a date? Or as like a couple?“ you asked.

“I was thinking as a couple but we could start with a date.“

“I-I mean I wouldn’t mind dating you,“ you said with a blush covering your face.

“WHAT???“ Finral said, yet again.

“Magna, I want to go to the Royal Capital, can you take me there?“ you asked him demandingly. 

“Ugh...“ he said and went over to tickle you. “You don’t always have to be so stuck up you know!“

And so very unexpectedly, your knees collapsed from just how ticklish you were and a blush covered your face. That expression you made was one that no one had seen before and he couldn’t help but blush at first but it soon turned into a smile.

“I finally found your weakness.“

Zora

He didn’t know how to deal with you. His least favourite type of people were stuck up people that are confident for no reason at all. But you were a problem because yes you were confident but you also had a reason to be confident. After all, you were strong.

You found him a while back, after Yami had given him the Black Bulls robe but long before he had properly decided to join the Black Bulls. You were already a magic knight by the time you first met him and his trap magic excited you. From that day on, you started to sneak out of the Black Bulls’ hideout everyday to go find him. 

You were able to detect every single one of them by the next week which annoyed him immensely. “Hey, why do you come find me every single day? Don’t you have things to do?”

“I do, but talking to you seems far more interesting.“

And so that’s what you did. You talked and trained and talked a little more as you dragged him around the Royal Capital to buy more things. He hated you at first but soon enough, the days you weren’t there started to hurt. There was a week where you didn’t come to see him once and he was honestly starting to get worried so he put on his robe that Yami gave him and walked to the hideout.

As soon as he walked in, he was greeted by your voice.

“Zora, you’re late!“ you said as you shook your head. “I was going to go see you if you didn’t show up on your own this week. I’m glad I waited.”

His eyes widened as he walked in. He couldn’t believe that you already knew that he was a Black Bull.

“You crafty brat,“ he said.

“Hey! Brat? Did you guys here that? He walks in for the first time and the first thing he does is call me a brat??“ you say to the rest of the Black Bulls and they sweatdrop. 

“You’re so loud,“ he said and tickled you from behind trying to catch you off guard but instead he was caught off guard. You gave a soft, high pitched squeal and fell off of your chair onto the ground with a blush covering your face.

“Y-you’re ticklish? And to that extent?“ he said surprised.

“H-hey Zora...“ you said softly. “Will you please go out with me?“

A little blush covered his cheeks and your eyes widened. You weren’t expecting that. “What, why me?”

“Because I like you?“

“I’m asking why.“

“Do you need a reason to like someone?“

“You’re weird.“

“WHAT? DID YOU GUYS HEAR THAT? WHY DO I LIKE THIS GUY??“

“How are we supposed to know?? We don’t even know who he is???“ Finral complains. 

“Okay, lets go.“ he said.

“Where?“

“We’re going on a date right?“

“Oh my gosh, yes! I love you Zora!!“

“Ugh, I love you too.“

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White boys pt. 1 | Topper Thornton

Hey guys! So this is based off of this req, and it was inspired by @kiarasgold s JJ x Black reader headcannon! I’m making this into another short series to balance out my angsty series lmao. This part is lowkey kind of filler/backstory but it’s really necessary to the next part!

Warnings: mentions of racism and prejudice, mentions of bullying, underage drinking, drug use (marijuana), cussing, spelling and grammar issues

Word count: 4.5k

Black!Fem!Reader x Topper Thornton

The sun felt great on your skin, laying out on the boat, reading a Zora Neale Hurston novel. 

Growing up you hated your skin, you hated a lot about yourself, because truth be told growing up as a dark skin black girl in the Outer banks was kind of a trip, especially living on the north side of the island. Figure eight was full of affluent white families, if you had to come up with a clear ratio it was about seventy to thirty, and that thirty included black people and people of color. 

That made things a little difficult for your love life-or lack thereof. You had a thing, you didn’t date white boys, everyone knew it. Your father always told you that a white boy couldn’t do much for you, and honestly you believed him, that was two different walks of life, even if you were born into a more-or-so affluent family, your parents struggled to get to where they were now, and even then they still experienced microaggressions and prejudices living in figure eight. 

Your mother had no problem with you choosing to date outside of your race, she just wanted you to be happy, but you were stubborn like your father, and you were his little girl so you always kept to your ‘I don’t date white boys’ policy, turning down tourons, pogues, and kooks alike. You didn’t care if they were rich or not, money didn’t matter to you, you always gave them the same response ‘I appreciate the gesture, but I don’t date white boys’. 

“Y/N! Your mom is calling you” you put the book down, looking over at Sarah, holding your phone up while she walked towards you. You were close to Sarah, you met her in the fifth grade, bonding over the beads on the ends of your braids, she said they were really pretty and that the boys making fun of you were all wrong. Everything's history from there.

You answered the facetime call, your mother smiling back at you. “Did you find a date for the Charity event tonight? Or are you going with Kelce? As usual” you laughed at her tone, you knew she was tired of you showing up places with Kelce as your date just to please your father. You didn’t know many other guys your father would approve of, well minus Pope, but he was going with Kiara. 

“Mama, you know Kelce is my go-to, but he’s already going with someone else, I think I’m just showing up alone, unless of course I can find a very last minute date, but you know how Dad is.” she nodded her head and sighed. “I was just calling to check up on you, I know how the Camerons are on the Druthers, can’t have them corrupting my baby” you laughed at her and Sarah got behind you in the Camera waving at your mom. “Don't worry Mrs. Y/L/N I’d never corrupt y/n” she laughed at Sarah and nodded her head, saying she loved you and to be safe on the boat, you nodded and said it back before hanging up.

You groaned, hands wrapping your soft locs-one of your go to protective styles-into a bun on top of your head. Sarah laughed at you, shoving your legs off the bench and sitting next to you. She knew you needed a date to the charity ball, it was a big deal, your father was being honored for his hefty donations and he was the first black man to be honored in the history of the event, so it was a huge deal. 

“Y’know I know someone who doesn’t have a date...plus he’s just wearing a black suit, he wouldn’t clash with your look for the night” she wiggled her brows and you furrowed yours looking at her, Sarah always tried to set you up with guys, always ignoring your rule. It didn’t help that half of the guys on the island liked to fetishize black girls, which really disgusted you, plus you’d spent most of your time educating them on black culture and why they can’t just use african american vernacular english just because they thought it sounded cool in rap songs. 

You shook your head at her, standing up and walking into the cabin of the boat, taking time to admire yourself in the mirror, and to properly adjust your bright orange bikini. The contrast of the color against your dark skin made you feel like you were the prettiest girl on the island, you struggled with self confidence for a long time, so now being able to admire yourself and love all of you made you smile. Plus your teeth were bright, people usually told you to consider modeling-but that was also because they didn’t know many black girls on the island. 

“Come on, please!! Just give this guy a chance!” you turned to look at her, raising a brow again “is he white?” she sighed and nodded. “Okay c’mon you already know him! He’s a sweetheart-well sometimes, but like he’s not a bad guy! Besides you can’t show up alone, I’m going with John B, Kie’s going with Pope” 

“My dad is going to throw a fit Sarah” she shrugged “it’s one night, and besides he’s definitely the son of one of your father's business partners” you groaned at her and sighed “okay fine. But only because I need a date.” she let out an excited shriek that made you take a step back and shoot her a confused look, but she grabbed your arm, leading you out of the cabin and pulling you to the other side of the deck, where Rafe sat with Kelce and of course Topper. 

“She’s going with you” your mouth dropped when she pointed at Topper, you furrowed your brows then looked at her, then at Rafe who was just as shocked as you were, then you looked at Kelce who shrugged at you, then at Topper who was just staring at you. 

Sure Topper was cute, but he was Topper, the affluent rich boy with a douchebag facade-he was a sweetheart and a total softie in reality-that had been flirting with you since you were kids. You were eighteen now, and he still tried you from time to time, but you always gave him the same generic response as every other white boy that tried to hit on you. The only reason he was somewhat close to you is because you were close to Sarah and Kelce. 

“Sarah are you seri-” she cut you off “Okay great! I’m glad you’re both on board, wow would you look at the time, we have to start getting ready, bye boys! Topper I expect you to be at mine at 7 on the dot” your brows were still furrowed and she dragged you away, sometimes you wondered how Sarah was so strong.

Before you knew it you were in her room, having showered already and adding your hair jewelry into your hair, leaving a few of the shells and wooden beads on a couple of the locs but focusing your attention on adding the small golden rings, cuffs, and wires onto the others. Not too many, just enough to perfectly accessorize your hair. Your mother always told you that a black girl’s hair was one of her superpowers, so you’d always spent more time on perfecting your hair, swooping your edges into place, making sure your protective styles were perfect, perfecting the wash and gos, not to mention your collection of wigs was to die for. 

“Sarah! Hurry up in the bathroom, I need help with my dress!” It was a long bright red satin number, hugged your curves in the best way possible, and it popped against your skin. You watched Sarah run out of the bathroom in a towel and rush over to help zip you up, making you laugh at her. Her phone started to ring so you answered it, knowing it was Kiara. 

“Someone come let me in!” “the doors open kie!” you nodded at Sarah's frantic voice and listened to Kiara struggle to open the front door mumbling under her breath then letting out a sigh of relief. She hung up and made her way up the stairs, walking in to look at the two of you, seeing you almost all the way dressed and Sarah in a towel laying her dress down on the bed. Kiara laughed, her hair and makeup already done, holding her dress bag. 

You knew she wasn’t big on dressing up and going to kook-y events, neither were you, but tonight meant a lot to you, and to her father so she was all in. You started doing your makeup, focusing on applying your golden highlighter to the inner corners of your eyes and the highest points of your face. 

“Sooo, who’s your date?” you grimaced at her, she started changing into her dress and laughed at your reaction. “You’re going dateless?” “It’s even worse than that” Sarah scoffed in the background, finding her blow dryer and plugging it in. You placed your brush down looking at Sarah.

“No Sarah over here somehow suckered me into going with Topper” “But he’s white, and you have that rule-well actually your father has that rule but still, and you’ve been curving Top for like four years now? I dunno seems suspicious, Sarah’s up to something” you shrugged, going back to perfecting your makeup. Listening to Sarah and Kiara talk in the background while you focused on your lashes, making sure everything about you looked perfect. You settled on a half up half down style for your hair, two strands in front of your face. 

By the time Sarah and Kiara were finished getting ready it was five minutes until seven, Pope and John B already arriving. You had to stop Rafe from picking a fight with the two of them while they waited downstairs. Then Sarah insisted the three of you had to walk down the steps, making a grand entrance or introduction or whatever she said. So Sarah went down the stairs first, meeting her boyfriend, then Kiara followed, then Sarah stopped you, yelling at you to wait at the top of the stairs.

Leave it to Sarah to perfectly plan every detail of everything out. Honestly, in the moment while you waited for her cue, you wanted nothing more than to be wearing a baggy t-shirt, some shorts, and a pair of sneakers. You weren’t one for dressing up often, you preferred a more laid back look, either way you knew you looked good. “Okay come down!” you rolled your eyes, making your way down the steps, gaze focused on the steps so you didn’t fall and break something. 

When you finally looked up you noticed Toppers stare, his mouth was slightly open while he looked at you, his eyes glued to your figure, you rolled your eyes. Then you smiled at John B and Pope, doing your signature handshake with Pope. The two of you were close, your father worked closely with Heyward-always making sure to look out for him and his family. 

“As always you clean up nice y/l/n” you smiled at John B “not too bad yourself Routledge” you made your way to Topper, he was still speechless, sure he’d seen you dressed up before, he wasn’t exactly used to it though. You were astounding, a sight to see, he even felt himself blushing while looking at you. You raised a brow at him, waiting for him to say something. Your other friends already bidding their goodbyes, saying they’d see you at the event.

“Can we get some food first? or is that like not the appropriate thing to do before going to a charity ball?” he laughed at you, he felt himself slightly relaxing, truth be told Topper had been pinning after you for years, freshman year at the kook academy was when he tried the hardest, every year after that he tried less and less because you’d always give him the same response ‘I don’t date white boys Top’. At first he was irritated by it, but knowing your family-specifically your father he knew why that was your response.

“You-uh-” he cleared his throat “Yeah, you look beautiful by the way” you shot him a wink “Flattery won’t get you very far Top, now c’mon the key to being fashionably late is planning ahead of time, we have half an hour to get some food” you grabbed his arm and dragged him out behind you. His gaze was still stuck on your figure, tracing your entire body in the red satin. He loved the way bright colors popped against your skin.

Topper had known you for most of his life, the two of you weren’t really friends, you were just always around each other. Kelce was one of your first best friends, who just happened to be Topper’s friend as well, so over the years the two of you were always in the same places at the same time. But you’d always been closed off, you were only super close with Pope, Sarah, Kiara, and Kelce. You had walls up and for years he’d been trying to break them down, he’d always had a thing for you. 

But one thing about you was that you were very adamant and stubborn. He had a crush on you as kids and you shoved him into the dirt when he told you he liked you in the fifth grade. Then in the seventh grade he asked you to be his valentine and you brushed him off. Then freshman year at the kook academy he was determined to woo you somehow. But after years of trying-and failing-it got exhausting.

The guys all knew about his thing for you, Rafe always brought it up around him just to bug the shit out of him, Kelce tried to talk some sense into Topper, telling him to give it up, knowing that you wouldn’t budge. But while you were stubborn so was he. At this point he just needed to prove to himself that he could actually get you, he didn’t want to sleep with you-well he didn’t want to just sleep with you-he wanted to get to know you, he’d known you since you were kids and he barely knew anything about you.

He watched you get into his jeep, sitting in the passenger seat, adjusting your dress and slipping your heels off, he followed and got into the driver's seat, taking his blazer off, tossing it behind him, then turning to face you. “Where do you wanna eat?” you shrugged “I didn’t think this far, usually Sarah says we can’t get food, so we never do. Surprise me thornton” He nodded his head and pulled off.

The two of you ended up at mcdonalds, which made you laugh, mostly because everyone knew you had a soft spot for mcdonalds fries, always stating that they were top tier when they were fresh. You always specified that you wanted them fresh when you ordered, so here the two of you were. Sitting in the McDonalds parking lot, you were eating your fries and he was laughing while eating a chicken sandwich. He made fun of you for asking for the fries to be fresh, and you swatted him slightly. 

“It’s not funny, fuck you!” he laughed nodding his head at you “yes it is, you literally shoved me out of the way to specify in the drive thru that you wanted them fresh. It’s McDonalds-who asks for fresh fries?” you rolled your eyes “Can i ask you a question” “shoot” “Why don’t you date white guys?” you raised a brow at him.

“Personal reasons” “so I can’t get the actual answer?” “Maybe one day” “What does that even mean” you shrugged, eating another fry, making sure not to get anything on your dress. He sighed and nodded his head, something in him sparked the same curiosity he had when the two of you were fourteen, he told himself he’d get to hear the answer, and that he was making it his goal to win your heart. He didn’t even know who he was competing against. 

When the both of you made it to the event you were thirty minutes late, but you knew that. It was all a part of making a statement walking in, unfortunately for you-you were nervous. You knew how your father was going to react with you walking in, arms linked with Topper, you hoped the fact that your father worked with the Thornton’s would help loosen the blow, but that didn’t help how nervous you were feeling. 

He looked at you, the both of you walking towards the entrance of the ballroom. He could tell you were nervous, you kept adjusting the little gold things in your hair and your brows were furrowed. “What’s wrong” you looked over at him, the two of you could hear the generic classical music playing from inside the room, knowing people would be in there dancing, socializing, networking, and staring, They always stared. 

“My dad’s gonna freak out later” he bit his lip looking at you, you were staring at the entrance, fidgeting with one of the marbled acrylics on your fingers. “Why?” “Because I’m here with you-not Pope, or Kelce, or-” “because I’m white?” your eyes went wide and you looked at him “It’s not like that, actually it kind of is, but not in the conventional stereotypical ‘i hate white people’ way, like yea your ancestors were total pieces of shit, and honestly there's a good lot of white people now that are still pieces of shit, but it’s not because of that. Dad just thinks we come from two different walks of life, he’s huge on black love and things like that” 

He nodded his head, he understood where you were coming from and he sighed. “It’s cool, It’s one night, we’re uh-here as friends? If being friends is cool with you” you nodded your head, taking a moment to smooth out his blazer and make sure he looked presentable. “Do my baby hairs look right?” he looked confused, looking at you, blinking a few times “my edges, the swoopy hairs along my hairline Top” “oh, yeah they look good” you nodded and the both of you walked in together.

As usual people were staring, you made a beeline to your father, Topper following, one of his hands around your waist. When you approached your father he smiled at you, his eyes shifted to Topper and his smile dropped but he still nodded his head acknowledging him.

Your mother smiled at the two of you, standing up to hug you both, spending extra time hugging Topper which slightly confused you but you ignored it, sitting next to your father while your mother spoke to Topper, whisking him away from the two of you.

“The Thornton boy?” you sighed at his tone, you knew this was coming, but you knew it would only be worse later. “Yeah, we both needed dates Dad, it’s nothing serious I promise” “y/n, because it’s Topper and it’s only for one night, I’m not upset, but you know how I’ll feel in the long run” you sighed nodding your head at him. “Now go find your friends, they’ve been waiting for you” you laughed at him, giving him a kiss on the cheek then standing up and making your way around the venue, looking for everyone. 

You raised a brow when you found Sarah and Kiara, Pope and John B nowhere to be found. “Where's your lovers?” “Where’s yours” “excuse me?” Kiara pointed across the room, seeing your mother still talking to Topper, the both of them now laughing and you were confused. Turning back to look at your friends. 

“Soo the pogues are having a kegger tonight, and you’re coming!” you shrugged your shoulders at her, what was the worst that would happen, a few drinks, some loud music, kooks, pogues, and tourons all in the same place. 

“No but seriously, why is Topper laughing with your mom, I don’t even laugh that much with your mom and I’ve known her for like ever” you shrugged at Sarah, walking away from your friends towards your mother, but before you could make it to her, a hand pulled you off course and you were about to cuss them out, until Kelce pulled you further away from the crowd, handing you a flask, your first drink of the night. 

However after the charity ball, your first drink turned into your seventh drink and you were now at the Kegger, wearing your orange bikini top and a pair of denim shorts and a pair of sandals. Holding your eighth drink in one hand and a joint in the other while sitting next to Kiara, seeing Sarah grinding on John B in the distance, JJ and Pope playing beer bong. Then on the other side of the boneyard you spotted Kelce with the girl he took to the charity ball, and Topper. Standing awkwardly, holding his drink and looking around.

When your eyes met he gave you a small wave that made you giggle, you waved back and smiled, rolling your eyes in a playful manner.

“Holy shit, you have a thing for Topper!” you turned to look at Kiara, brows furrowed, mouth open. “Excuse me” she took the joint from your hand and smirked at you. “I know that look, besides we all know Topper’s had a thing for you-for like ever. And as much of a douchebag as he is, I think you two are cute” you rolled your eyes at her, shoving her slightly, then taking a sip of your drink, eyes trailing back to see Topper still looking over at you, this time taking a drink. 

You smiled, looking down at your drink now, swirling it around the cup, the liquor in your system making you consider it, but you didn’t date white boys, but there was something about Topper, something that was fun and different. Maybe it was the way the two of you effortlessly joked around and made conversation, or the way he mocked you for ordering fresh fries, or even the way he set his hand on your waist to reassure you that things were okay. 

Kiara pulled you up, making you dance with her, but a few songs in you managed to sneak off, taking the extra joint with you, making your way to your car, you knew you were too drunk to drive, so you climbed into the passenger seat, turning the car on and locking the doors, connecting your phone to the aux, playing one of your favorite playlists. The knock on your window scared you, you felt like you got whiplash from how hard you turned your head. 

When you noticed the blonde you unlocked the doors, watching him climb into the drivers side. You lit the joint and handed it to him after taking a few hits. You laughed at him coughing and rolled your eyes. “Amateur” “well excuse me for not smoking often” “you’re not inhaling right, that’s why you’re coughing you loser” 

“Wow I got the friend title and the loser title all in one day! How exciting is this” you shoved him and snatched the joint from him, taking a few hits, you felt his stare so you blew the smoke into his face. 

“Do your parents know you smoke?” you nodded your head “so you just hotbox your car-all the time?” you nodded again

“It’s not a complex concept Topper, I have a medical card. I have anxiety. Crazy right! After years of being bullied and harassed because of my skintone, and my hair, and my nose, not to mention my lips, I’m now a confident Queen that just so happens to be ridden with anxiety” you shot him a wink taking another hit. 

The two of you sitting and laughing while smoking together. He kept stealing glances at you, he thought you were beautiful, everything people ever said about you was wrong, there was nothing wrong with any of you. You were you, you had a unique look, you always took extra time on your hair, your smile could light up a room. You had your quirks, and you definitely came off like a bitch sometimes-but he knew there was so much more to you. 

“Can you drive me home? I’ll call Kelce to come get you, I know he’s not sleeping around tonight” he rolled his eyes “nah I think I’m fine driving you home and walking back” you scoffed “stop doing that” “doing what?” “being too proud, shut up, I’m gonna tell Kelce to get you.” he sighed, nodding his head and starting the car.

The two of you drove back to figure eight in a comfortable silence, you humming along to the songs playing, texting Kelce, who replied almost immediately with an ‘omw’ when he pulled into your driveway. “He’s on the way” he nodded his head, you were waiting for it to show up before you left him, knowing your father would freak out if you brought him inside. 

He turned to look at you, and he just stared at you, taking time to admire you. You bit your lip, furrowing your brows in confusion “what?” he didn’t say anything before he leaned in, connecting your lips, it was a different feeling, something about it threw you off, but it was a good different. You practically melted into the kiss, feeling his larger hand on the side of your face, pulling you closer to him. His lips were soft, and the kiss was sweet, you smiled into it, his tongue asking for entrance and you granted it. 

But when your phone rang, Kelce’s name and contact picture showed on the screen. You pulled away, biting your lip, pushing him back slightly, seeing Kelce at the bottom of your driveway. His face had a slight flush to it and he looked like he was in a daze. You answered the phone “Uh hey Kelcie” ‘tell loverboy I don't have all night’ you laughed at him and hung up. “He’s waiting for you” Topper nodded his head.

“Oh and one more thing Top, I don’t date white boys” he scoffed, nodding his head, turning off your car, handing you your keys. You took them from him and the both of you got out of the car, you locked it and waved at Kelce, seeing him stick his upper body out of his car and wave back. 

You watched Topper walk down, then went to your front door, going inside, going straight to your room. The only thought on your mind was the fact that Topper Thornton just kissed you, and you kissed him back.

“What the actual fuck”

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Hi! I’m a new follower and congratulations on 600!🥳🥳. For your event I was wondering if you can do the song “True Colors” by Justin Timberlake with Anna Kendrick? Here is a link to the song : https://youtu.be/la0-5QFLr14. And for the character, it will be Zora please and please make it a Zora x reader. Again congratulations on 600!!🥳🎉

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Welcome welcome, and thank youuuu!! Of course! And I could really see how this would fit him. Also, it was very thoughtful of you to include the link! So, thank you for that as well ^_^ I hope you like it! (link here)

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African American Literature Suggestions from NMU English Department

The English Department at Northern Michigan University has prepared this list of several dozen suggested readings in African American literature, with some materials also addressing Native American history and culture. The first section contains books that will help provide a context for the Black Lives Matter movement. It includes books that will help readers examine their own privilege and act more effectively for the greater good. Following that list is another featuring many African American authors and books. This list is by no means comprehensive, but it does provide readers a place to start. Almost all of these books are readily available in bookstores and public and university libraries.

Northern Michigan University’s English Department offers at least one course on African American literature every semester, at least one course on Native American literature every semester, and at least one additional course on non-western world literatures every semester. Department faculty also incorporate diverse material in many other courses. For more information, contact the department at english@nmu.edu. Nonfiction, primarily addressing current events, along with some classic texts: Joni Adamson, Mei Mei Evans, and Rachel Stein, editors. The Environmental Justice Reader: Politics, Poetics, and Pedagogy. This classic collection of scholarly articles, essays, and interviews explores the links between social inequalities and unequal distribution of environmental risk. Attention is focused on the US context, but authors also consider global impacts. Michelle Alexander, The New Jim Crow: Mass Incarceration in the Age of Colorblindness. A clear-eyed explication of how mass incarceration has created a new racial caste system obscured by the ideology of color-blindness. Essential reading for understanding our criminal justice system in relation to the histories of slavery and segregation. Carol Anderson, White Rage: The Unspoken Truth of Our Racial Divide. A very well-written but disturbing and direct analysis of the history of structural and institutionalized racism in the United States. Gloria Anzaldua, Borderlands/La Frontera: The New Mestiza. Anzaldua writes about the complexity of life on multiple borders, both literal (the border between the US/Mexico) and conceptual (the borders among languages, sexual identity, and gender). Anzaldua also crosses generic borders, moving among essay, story, history, and poetry. James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time. A classic indictment of white supremacy expressed in a searing, prophetic voice that is, simply, unmatched. Ta-Nehisi Coates, Between the World and Me. A combination of personal narrative in the form of the author’s letter to his son, historical analysis, and contemporary reportage. Angela Davis, Are Prisons Obsolete? In this succinct and carefully researched book, Davis exposes the racist and sexist underpinnings of the American prison system. This is a must-read for folks new to conversations about prison (and police) abolition. Robin DiAngelo, What Does It Mean To Be White? The author facilitates white people unpacking their biases around race, privilege, and oppression through a variety of methods and extensive research. Ejeris Dixon and Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarshnha, editors. Beyond Survival: Strategies and Stories From the Transformative Justice Movement. The book attempts to solve problems of violence at a grassroots level in minority communities, without relying on punishment, incarceration, or policing. Frederick Douglass, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass. The most well-known narrative written by one of the most well-known and accomplished enslaved persons in the United States. First published in 1845 when Douglass was approximately 28 years old. W.E.B. DuBois, The Souls of Black Folk. Collection of essays in which Dubois famously prophesied that “the problem of the twentieth century is the problem of the color line.” Henry Louis Gates, Stony the Road: Reconstruction, White Supremacy, and the Rise of Jim Crow. Must reading, a beautifully written, scholarly, and accessible discussion of American history from Reconstruction to the beginnings of the Jim Crow era. Saidiya Hartman, Lose your Mother: A Journey Along the Atlantic Slave Route. In an attempt to locate relatives in Ghana, the author journeyed along the route her ancestors would have taken as they became enslaved in the United States. bell hooks, Black Looks: Race and Representation. A collection of essays that analyze how white supremacy is systemically maintained through, among other activities, popular culture. Harriet Jacobs, Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl. Narrative of a woman who escaped slavery by hiding in an attic for seven years. This book offers unique insights into the sexually predatory behavior of slave masters. Ibram X. Kendi, Stamped from the Beginning: The Definitive History of Racist Ideas in America. A detailed history not only of racist events in American history, but of the racist thinking that permitted and continues to permit these events. This excellent and readable book traces this thinking from the colonial period through the presidency of Barack Obama. Winona LaDuke, All Our Relations: Native Struggles for Land and Life Any of LaDuke's works belong on this list. This particular text explores the stories of several Indigenous communities as they struggle with environmental and cultural degradation. An incredible resource. Kiese Laymon, Heavy: An American Memoir. An intense book that questions American myths of individual success written by a man who is able to situate his own life within a much larger whole. Cherrie Moraga and Gloria Anzaldua, This Bridge Called My Back: Writings by Radical Women of Color This foundational text brings together work by writers, scholars, and activists such as Audre Lorde, Chrystos, Barbara Smith, Norma Alarcon, Nellie Wong, and many others. The book has been called a manifesto and a call to action and remains just as important and relevant as when it was published nearly 40 years ago. Toni Morrison, The Source of Self-Regard. An invaluable collection of essays and speeches from the only black woman to win a Nobel Prize in literature. Throughout her oeuvre, Morrison calls us to take "personal responsibility for alleviating social harm," an ethic she identified with Martin Luther King. Ersula J. Ore, Lynching: Violence, Rhetoric, and American Identity. Ore scrutinizes the history of lynching in America and contemporary manifestations of lynching, drawing upon the murder of Trayvon Martin and other contemporary manifestations of police brutality. Drawing upon newspapers, official records, and memoirs, as well as critical race theory, Ore outlines the connections between what was said and written, the material practices of lynching in the past, and the forms these rhetorics and practices assume now. Claudia Rankine, Citizen: An American Lyric. A description and discussion of racial aggression and micro-aggression in contemporary America. The book was selected for NMU’s Diversity Common Reader Program in 2016. Layla F. Saad, Me and White Supremacy. The author facilitates white people in unpacking their biases around race, privilege, and oppression, while also helping them understand key critical social justice terminology. Maya Schenwar, Joe Macaré, Alana Yu-lan Price, editors. Who do you Serve, Who Do You Protect? Police Violence and Resistance in the United States. The essays examine "police violence against black, brown, indigenous and other marginalized communities, miscarriages of justice, and failures of token accountability and reform measures." What are alternative measures to keep marginalized communities safe? Ozlem Sensoy and Robin DiAngelo, Is Everyone Really Equal? The authors, in very easy to read and engaging language, facilitate readers in understanding the ---isms (racism, sexism, ableism etc.) and how they intersect, helping readers see their positionality and how privilege and oppression work to perpetuate the status quo. Bryan Stevenson, Just Mercy: A Story of Justice and Redemption. An analysis of America’s criminal justice system by the lawyer who founded the Equal Justice Initiative. While upsetting, the book is also hopeful. Wendy S. Walters, Multiply / Divide: On the American Real and Surreal. In this collection of essays, Walters analyzes the racial psyche of several major American cities, emphasizing the ways bias can endanger entire communities. Booker T. Washington, Up from Slavery. Autobiography of the founder of Tuskegee Institute. Harriet Washington, Medical Apartheid. From the surgical experiments performed on enslaved black women to the contemporary recruitment of prison populations for medical research, Washington illuminates how American medicine has been--and continues to be shaped--by anti-black racism. Malcolm X, The Autobiography of Malcolm X. Autobiography of civil rights leader that traces his evolution as a thinker, speaker, and writer.

If you would like to enhance your knowledge of the rich tradition of African American literature, here are several of the most popular books and authors within that tradition, focused especially on the 20thand 21st centuries. Novels and Short Stories James Baldwin, Go Tell It on the Mountain James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room Octavia Butler, Parable of the Sower Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man Langston Hughes, The Ways of White Folks Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God James Weldon Johnson, The Autobiography of an Ex-Colored Man Nella Larsen, Passing Nella Larsen, Quicksand Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye Toni Morrison, Beloved Richard Wright, Native Son Drama Lorraine Hansberry, A Raisin in the Sun Ntozake Shange, For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide / When the Rainbow Is Enuf August Wilson, Fences August Wilson, The Piano Lesson Poetry A good place to begin is an anthology, The Vintage Book of African American Poetry, edited by Michael S. Harper and Anthony Walton. It includes work by poets from the 18th century to the present, including Gwendolyn Brooks, Lucille Clifton, Countee Cullen, Rita Dove, Robert Hayden, Langston Hughes, Yusef Komunyakaa, Claude McKay, Phillis Wheatley, and many others. Here are some more recent collections: Reginald Dwayne Betts, Felon Wanda Coleman, Wicked Enchantment: Selected Poems Honorée Fanonne Jeffers, The Age of Phillis Tyehimba Jess, Olio Jamaal May, The Big Book of Exit Strategies Danez Smith, Don’t Call Us Dead