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LOVE AND TOUR
A/N: im so excited to post this fic bc *drum roll* it's a collab with @harrysfolklore !! the post tour depression is still kicking our butts so we decided to team up for a story that features LOT! hope you guys will like it and as always, make sure to head over to her blog to check out her fic that features all social media posts for this story!
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SUMMARY: Y/N and Harry were once friends, but his career pulled them apart. Then in 2019 Harry decides to invite her to ONO London and so their story begins or more like continues.
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2010
The handmade banner hanging over the white board in the classroom is crooked and two balloons have popped already. The sign reads ‘Good luck, Harry!’ and every letter is a different color. The desks and chairs were pushed to the side to make room in the middle and the teacher’s desk is full of snacks and drinks the kids brought in for the little impromptu party the class decided to throw before Harry’s big day.
He is going to his big X Factor audition this weekend and though he is not convinced he will make it, everyone in school is rooting for him. If anyone deserves the success it’s Harry, the goofy, kind boy who makes everyone smile and always helps whenever he can.
The soon-to-be rockstar is mingling with his friends and classmates, music is playing in the background and the chatting is nonstop. Everyone keeps asking Harry if he’s nervous or ready or which judge he is afraid of the most. He tries his best to talk to everyone and be everywhere, though he keeps an eye on one specific girl.
Y/N has been staying in the back for most of the time, sipping on some soda, listening to her friend as he enjoys the spotlight. She’s been friends with Y/N for quite some time, they live just a street away from each other, they often bike to school together and whenever one of them is sick the other one can be expected to show up at their house with the homework.
Good friends. That’s what they are. But deep down, Y/N is definitely feeling more than just friendship towards the curly haired boy who is now set to step his foot on the road to fame.
When the party is over and everyone has headed home already, Harry and Y/N are the last ones to walk out of the school’s building.
“So, be honest, are you nervous?” she asks as they are walking home , pushing their bikes this time. Harry said he hurt his ankle at PE today so he better not get on the bike, but in reality… he is just trying to spend more time with Y/N.
“Kind of, yeah,” he admits with a chuckle.
“I’m sure you will crush it.”
“You think so?”
“I know so,” she smiles at him and his heart skips a beat.
Harry has been trying to work up his courage to ask Y/N out since probably the sixth grade, but he just never got to the point. Now he tells himself that if he gets into X Factor she will see him in a different light and that’s when he should ask her out, but little does he know he doesn’t need to be in a talent show to have her like him enough to want him.
Reaching her house she wishes him good luck and even hugs him before he waves goodbye and continues his way home. Y/N stands by their front door and watches him get farther away, hoping that whatever happens that weekend won’t change their friendship.
2013
The tour bus is quiet, everyone is asleep. Everyone, except Harry.
Lying in his bunk bed, his face is illuminated by his phone as he aimlessly scrolls on his social media apps, checking out posts by fans, reading news, just killing time. He knew he shouldn’t have had a nap earlier, because now it will be way too late by the time he can fall asleep and won’t be rested enough when they arrive in the next city.
He opens up Instagram and goes through his feed, he posts a picture he took of the crowd at the show the other day and then watches the likes flood in like crazy.
Going back to his feed he goes through his friends’ posts, it’s just the usual, parties, vacations, hanging out, everyone seems to be living their life even though Harry often feels like time has stopped since he’s gotten on the road.
He can feel himself growing sleepier and he is just about to put his phone down when he comes across a post that wakes him up.
Y/N is not one to post often, she is not like most girls he knows who want to share every and any moment of their life. Last time she uploaded something was probably weeks ago. This time she was snapped in her graduation gown, her hair flowing in the movement flawlessly and he recognizes her parents’ home in the background. It totally slipped Harry’s mind that in a life he left behind graduation was happening these days.
He scrolls down to the caption and all it says is “Soon” and then a crown emoji. It’s enough for him to know she’s going to King’s College London, that’s what she always dreamed about and it seems like she hasn’t changed her mind.
Before he could think about it, he double taps on the picture liking it, completely oblivious to how fans can see his activity and they instantly start guessing about who the girl is whose graduation photo was liked by Harry Styles.
2014
The screaming intensifies wherever Harry goes on the stage, he is jumping and shaking his long hair to the music while his bandmates are singing ‘Steal My Girl’ and the girls are going crazy, the energies are insane, Harry loves performing, this is truly his element.
He’s been on the road for what feels like forever and if you asked him what day it was, he would have no idea. It’s a miracle he knows which city he is currently in.
Walking to the side of the stage he stops for a moment right before the bridge that’s his part. He lifts his mic to his lips and starts singing when the music dies down right before his lines.
“She knows, she knows, that I never let her down before…”
His voice fills up the stadium, thousands are singing together with him and he runs his gaze over the sea of people in front of him. He sees so many faces, some are even familiar, Harry tends to remember fans he sees over and over again at their concerts, but most of them are new. The song carries on and the boys start singing along with him, Harry is about to move back to the middle of the stage, but then he sees her.
He sees Y/N.
Or so he thinks. It’s hard to tell, because it’s dark and she is so far away from the stage, it could be just someone who resembles her, but something in his gut tells him it’s her.
He does a double take, losing the familiar face for a moment but then he finds her again and a shiver runs down his spine. He hasn’t seen her in years, life has been simply way too hectic to keep in touch, last time he met her was probably in 2012 when he went home for Christmas, they ran into each other in town and promised to talk soon because they were both kind of in a hurry, but they never followed up with it. Y/N went to college, Harry’s career was skyrocketing, it was impossible to stay as close as they were before X Factor and Harry always regretted not trying harder, because now he has no idea what’s happening in her life.
Niall walks up to him and pats him on the back and Harry’s focus shifts to his friend for just a moment, but it’s enough to not find her again when he looks back at the audience. Did she duck down? Walk out when she realized he was looking? Or did he just entirely imagine seeing her and it was just a mirage?
He can’t get her out of his head for the rest of the show and he finds himself looking for her over and over again, but he doesn’t see her again and his consciousness starts to convince him she wasn’t even there.
It was just a cruel trick his own mind played on him.
2019
Why does he feel like he is sending out an invitation to the Queen of England? Why is he so nervous to hit send on an email? This is nothing Earth shattering, nothing will happen if he sends it out and life will go on even if she never replies.
One Night Only is set to happen in a few weeks and Harry is now sending out his invitations to his friends and family, he wants everyone who matters to be there on such a big night. Making the list was no hard task, but then he thought of inviting Y/N as well even though they haven’t talked in so long.
The other night, Harry found himself stalking her Instagram which he is still following. She has been posting once or twice a month, tiny glimpses into her life that doesn’t include Harry anymore.
But he wants to change that.
“Fuck it,” he mumbles under his breath and then adds her to the list of people who will get the invitation and then he just hits send and it’s officially out there.
Harry is not necessarily one to get overly obsessive about something, but the next few days he finds himself checking his inbox every hour, scrolling through the new emails, looking for one particular address to show up, but he has to come to the conclusion every time that Y/N hasn’t answered.
Days go by, Harry’s enthusiasm fades and by the end of the week he is convinced she won’t be there and soon he doesn’t even have time to think about it.
One Night Only arrives to London in december. The venue fills up with excited and devoted fans, but no one is more nervous about tonight than Harry.
He is ready, his band is ready, everything is perfectly in place, but he knows he won’t feel fully calm until he is on stage, performing to the people who gave him this amazing life.
It all goes as planned, Fine Line is finally officially out there (it has been for about a week if we are being exact) and Harry couldn’t be happier. Coming off the stage he is still high on adrenaline, taking all the congratulations the crew and guests are giving him relentlessly. His smile is so wide, it’s starting to hurt his face, but it’s a pain he could happily deal with for the rest of his life.
He hugs his mum and sister, all his old friends, they do a group hug with the band and he is sure he has greeted everyone by now, but then he spots one specific figure in the back of the room.
At first he thinks he is just imagining it. That his mind is playing the same trick on him it did a few years ago when he thought he saw Y/N at one of their concerts. Blinking a couple of times he is ready to watch her disappear like a ghost, but as the seconds go by he realizes that she is truly there.
Y/N is standing across the room with a nervous smile, looking all grown up and most importantly fucking beautiful. Even though Harry has seen plenty of pictures of her from recent times, it’s still a shock to have her stand in the same room as him.
His body moves before his brain could process it. His feet start to carry him towards her and before he even realizes he is running and when he finally reaches her he wraps her in his arms, twirling her around, making both of them laugh.
“You’re here!” he breathes out, still hugging her even when he has put her down.
“I am, you invited me!” she chuckles and they finally lean back enough to look at each other.
“I know, but… you never replied, I didn’t think you’d come and… You are actually here,” he repeats.
“Sorry I didn’t reply, I wasn’t sure until the very last minute if I would come,” she admits nervously.
Harry’s invitation was all she could think about since the morning she got the email. It was more than unexpected, for a moment she even thought it was just some kind of prank, but it came from Harry's old email address, so she had to believe that it was genuine. She hesitated until probably a few days ago when she woke up one day and just knew that she had to be here tonight.
“It’s okay,” he smiles at her softly, taking in her every feature. The girl he knew is still there, but she changed a lot, she looks so much more mature and her features have definitely gotten a lot more feminine.
She looks gorgeous.
Suddenly it all comes down on him clashing, all the questions, the feelings, he wants to know everything, but he fears they don’t have enough time.
“How long are you staying?” he then asks.
“I took a couple of days off, I’m staying for three more days.”
He sighs in relief.
“Come on,” he smiles, his hand taking hers. “I want to know everything.”
“Everything?” she chuckles, ignoring the tingles wherever his hand is touching hers.
“Harry, don’t assault the poor girl! She almost didn’t come!” Gemma chimes in. Harry stops, his eyes snapping back and forth between Y/N and his sister.
“Wait, you knew she would be coming?” he asks Gemma, who is sipping on some champagne with a knowing smile. She shrugs.
“Yeah.”
“And you didn’t tell me?” he scoffs, hands on his hips. The sight makes Y/N laugh, because she can see his sixteen year-old self in the pose so vividly, it’s insane.
“You never asked,” Gemma says and walks away. Harry turns back to Y/N.
“She messaged me if I got your invitation,” she admits.
“So you’re telling me, all I should have done is to send you a message and ask for confirmation?”
Y/N just chuckles, shrugging her shoulders innocently. Harry exhales as he shakes his head.
“Alright, now you truly have to tell me everything.”
2020
“Can you hear me?” Harry asks, as the FaceTime finally loads and Y/N’s pixelated face fills his phone’s screen. He leans back on his plush couch and he tries his best to ignore how fast his heart starts pounding in his chest when he hears her laugh.
“Yeah, I can hear you,” she answers and it seems like she just sat down somewhere too.
Struggling with the unstable connection they share how their day has been so far, though Harry has been up just for a few hours while Y/N’s is almost over. The time difference has been making it hard for them to keep in touch, but Harry has learned his lesson and he bends his schedule around these talks, because there’s no way he would waste even a moment he could spend talking to her.
ONO and the days that followed changed everything. It didn’t take long for Harry to realize that his boyish crush is still very much present and after seeing her it quickly evolved into something more mature. Seemingly, Y/N has been sharing these feelings, because it appears she enjoys spending time with Harry in any way possible just as much as he does.
It took them quite some time to catch up and it feels like they still haven’t shared everything they missed in each other’s life in the past years, but they know they have all the time they need, even if the circumstances might not always be the best. They are both trying their best.
There’s a comfortable silence in their call where both of them are just staring at each other through the screen. The unsaid things have been hanging there between them, they know it’s more than just their old friendship rekindled, but saying the words out through a FaceTime call wouldn’t be right.
“I miss you,” Harry finds himself mumbling the words, kind of to himself, but she hears the words.
“I miss you too,” she replies, biting her lip as she adjusts the phone in her hands.
“Can I… Can I see you before I go on tour?”
“That’s like… in three weeks,” she chuckles.
“I know. But I want to see you.”
“I don’t know, I have a regular, mundane job, I’m not an international rockstar who can just travel whenever it’s convenient,” she reminds him jokingly.
“Okay, then let me visit you.”
“You’re way too busy to come here.”
“I’m never too busy for you.”
She gasps at his words, the pink clouds so thick around her mind it’s almost sickening. If only she could reach out and through the screen…
“Let’s talk about it tomorrow and if you still think the same, we can… figure something out,” she smiles shyly. Harry knows he’ll feel the same tomorrow and the day after and forever. So he just smiles and nods.
They chat some more until Harry has to leave. Unwillingly, but they end the call and return to their separate lives.
Y/N stays on her couch, her phone still in her hands and Harry on her mind. Her TV is on, but it’s been muted, the screen is the only thing illuminating her in the dark room. With a tired sigh she reaches for the remote and turns the volume back on.
The news are on. She stands from the couch and starts cleaning up, not even listening to what they are talking about on the screen.
“... therefore COVID-19 has been officially declared a pandemic. WHO warns everyone to wear a mask in all public places, countries with a high number of cases are urgently discussing what other safety measures should…”
Y/N is questioning her sanity. She has been for the past week that was spent packing her suitcase, she took three covid tests in the last two days and now she is about to board a private jet at an airport that’s scarily empty. The last part shouldn’t be surprising, the whole world is under lockdown because of the pandemic, Y/N has spent her last month isolated in her apartment, right until one day Harry begged her to fly over to him.
“Y/N, please. I will settle everything, I’ll send a private jet for you, pay for it all, just please… please come here and be with me!”
There’s probably nothing she can deny from him. So here she is, escorted onto a private jet by an airport worker, they are both wearing their masks, just like everyone she has seen in the past week preparing for her travel.
Just as she settles in her seat on the jet, her phone buzzes from a text.
HARRY: Everything alright? Are you boarding already?
With a smile hidden under her mask she types her reply.
Y/N: On the plane, we’re taking off in 10.
HARRY: I can’t wait to see you.
Last time she traveled overseas was for a vacation years ago. She flew commercial then and it felt like hell, wedged between an obnoxious little boy and a middle aged woman who complained about everything. Now it’s just her and literally one single stewardess who is there to serve her. It’s a whole different experience for sure.
Luckily, the journey feels a lot shorter when she’s comfortable, she can get up anytime and eat excellent food instead of some weird frozen meal on a plastic plate. By the time the jet touches down she feels rested and most importantly excited to see Harry again. It feels like forever when they had to say goodbye in december and in all honesty, it took them way longer to reunite, but it’s all because of the pandemic. It’s late april now, they were planning to meet about a month ago originally at the end of march before his tour was set to kick off. By now he was supposed to be on the road through Europe, but instead, he has been under lockdown just like the rest of the world.
She walks through LAX as if it was zombie land, it’s so eerily empty she is expecting zombies to round the corner any minute, but it never happens. She reaches the car waiting for her, the driver loads her begs to the trunk and then they are off to Harry’s place.
It’s her first time at Harry’s LA home, and naturally it still baffles her to see where he’s gotten from his old life in Holmes Chapel, one that included her.
But his life includes her now as well, she reminds herself just as the car rolls up the long driveway. Getting out of the car she is about to grab her suitcases from the back of the car when the front door flies open and Harry sprints out. Literally.
He is running towards her with such speed, she almost gets knocked over when he finally reaches her and locks her in his arms, twirling around in the air.
“You’re here!” he breathes out, making her laugh.
“Were you not expecting me?” she teases him when he finally puts her down, but his arms remain around her.
“It’s just… I’m so happy to see you,” he smiles widely, taking her in. She hasn’t changed much since December, maybe her hair has gotten a little longer, but she looks the same.
However their feelings are nowhere near the same.
He thanks the driver and then grabs all her bags, urging her to come inside. Y/N wanders further into his home exploring it right away, already migrating towards the pool outside. Harry sets her luggage down in the hallway and walks after her, watching her stop by the sliding doors, admiring the enormous backyard. She turns around and catches him staring.
“What?” she asks, nervously laughing.
“Nothing,” he shakes his head. “I’m just really happy you’re here.”
2021
He’s nervous. There’s no use in denying, anyone could see it. But no one can blame him, it’s been so long since he last stood on a stage, he’s afraid he lost his groove, though the people who know him beg to differ.
Washing his teeth in his fluffy robe he is eyeing his outfit for tonight that’s hanging in the corner. He knows his fans will love it, the color pink alone would make them go feral, but the sparkly vest with no top underneath will be surely like they won the jackpot.
He spits and rinses his mouth just when there’s a soft knock on the door and just by the rhythm of it he knows who it is.
“Come in!” he calls out, wiping his mouth with a towel just when Y/N pokes her head inside, her body following a second later.
“Hey,” she smiles shyly, taking him in for a second as he moves around the room.
“Told you, you don’t have to knock when you come in,” he chuckles.
“But, what if you’re… naked or something?”
He stops and stares back at her, giving her an ‘Are you kidding me?’ look that gets her all flustered in an instant so he decides to take it even further.
“Nothing you haven’t seen, baby. In fact, you can see it right now if you wanted to.” He starts untying his robe, but she stops him laughing and taking the opportunity of having her so close now he wraps her in his arms and kisses her.
It never gets old. The feeling he gets whenever he gets to kiss her, whether it’s a good morning kiss right after he wakes up, or a tired kiss at the end of the day, a needy kiss when he just wants her more than anything or a make-up kiss after a fight, which doesn’t happen often. He can count it on one hand how many times they got into an argument since they’ve become an item in April 2020, when Y/N spent most of the lockdown with Harry. Originally, she planned to stay only for a couple of weeks, but she didn’t return home until the start of June and she was back by July.
Now it’s September 2021, so it’s been almost one and a half years since then and they are still just as in love as they were during lockdown.
“You’re nervous,” she mumbles against his lips and it’s not a question. She knows him, all of his looks, his movements, she knows what he thinks about most of the time if not always, she can read him like a book.
Harry hums and just goes in for another kiss.
“You’ll be amazing, don’t worry,” she smiles at him, patting his chest as she pulls back. “And even if you make a mistake, the pink sparkles will distract everyone,” she jokes, nodding towards his outfit.
“You’ll be out there?”
“Of course. I’ll be the one screaming the loudest.”
“As loud as last night?” The cheeky grin that stretches across his face is proof that he is not that nervous if he can make dirty jokes.
“Shut up or I’m going home,” she laughs, poking a finger into his chest teasingly. He grabs her finger and pulls her back for another kiss.
“Nope, you’re stuck here. With me,” he smirks, lips coming over hers again.
2023
The bittersweet feeling has been lingering around the crew not just all day, but probably for a week now. Everyone knew that the end was coming and now that the final show is officially here, the emotions are overflowing. Everything they are doing, they are doing it for the last time on Love On Tour. It’s the last stage, the last sound check, last time Wet Leg takes the stage before Harry and it’s the last time Y/N is sitting in his dressing room, watching him put on his outfit of the night.
She can sense that he is different than he usually is before a show, he seems antsy and his eyebrows have been furrowed probably since lunch. Y/N watches him pace the floor back and forth in his sparkly outfit, nervously fixing the wire behind his neck even though it’s exactly in the same spot it usually is.
“Do you want me to help?” she asks and Harry stops in his tracks, as if he just realized what he’s been doing. His hands fall by his side as he exhales sharply.
“Sorry, just… fidgeting.”
Y/N stands from the couch and walking over she absentmindedly fixes his fringed vest, planting her palms onto his chest gently.
“It’s okay to be sad, H,” she reminds him. Harry tends to hide his big, sad feelings, because he feels like it would bother others. He is always so considerate about dealing with everyone else’s feelings, but this time his emotions should be in focus as well.
“I don’t want to be sad, that’s the thing. It was a great experience, sadness should not be a thing when I think of Love On Tour.”
“But that’s why it’s okay to be sad. Because this amazing experience is ending and it’s natural that you’re mourning it. It lasted, what? Like almost two years? And if we count in the planning, this tour has been part of your life since 2019. That was four years ago, no one expects you to just let go of it laughing.”
Harry nods, his arms snaking around her waist as he pulls her into his embrace, needing to feel her close in this overwhelming moment. She’s been his anchor, the person he could turn to no matter what during this insanely long tour, he’s convinced he couldn’t have done it all without her.
Not even Harry can slow time down, so the moment to step onto the stage for the last time in this tour finally comes. Y/N stands with his family and friends at the side, holding Anne’s hands whenever an emotional song is played by him. He puts one thousand percent into it, just like every time on this tour and Y/N’s chest swells with pride when she realizes that it’s one hundred thousand people screaming at her lover.
Or fiancé, to be exact.
When Harry sings Falling, to his fans’ surprise, she notices him looking for her in the crowd. The song is melancholic and it was written about a time he felt at his lowest, but to look in his eyes tells it all to Y/N.
He is not there anymore, because he has her.
She’s twisting her diamond ring around her finger as tears dwell in her eyes while she sings along to the song, hoping that her expression tells him too, that she is happy to be the person who brought light into his life, because he did the same to her.
Then the time comes for Harry’s thank you speech and no eye is left dry after his words. Y/N has to swallow back her sobs when he turns to her and addresses his words straight to her.
“My love, thank you for everything, you were such a big part of this journey and I hope that our journey will continue forever.”
The fans are screaming, phones are pointed at her, recording her reaction as she just nods eagerly, one hand covering her wobbling lips.
For his final piano piece Y/N moves backstage to watch him from there and be there when he walks off the stage for the very last time in the history of Love On Tour. She is standing there with the proudest and most emotional expression on her face when Harry jumps down the steps and he smashes into her arms right away, burying his face into the crook of her neck. She can feel his tears against her skin and she gently keeps combing her hand through his hair, giving him as much time to recover as he needs.
When he finally lifts his head his eyes are glassy, but there’s a smile on his lips.
“You did amazing,” Y/N tells him, gently wiping his cheeks with her hands.
“And you did too,” he says and his words make her laugh.
“I didn’t do anything.”
“You did the absolute most, Y/N. You gave me your love and support and I couldn’t have done it without those.”
Her heart melts as she pushes up to her tiptoes, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.
“You’ll forever have those. You’ll forever have me.”
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Threesome
Day 19
Pairing: Neteyam aged up x Fem omaticaya reader x So’lek
Adult neteyam picture made by @cinetrix <3
Summary: You had two of the most finest mates in all of pandora, what more could you ask for?
Warnings: Sub reader, Dom Neteyam, Dom So’lek, Oral (M receiving), Semi bratty reader, Ass slapping, P in V.
Word count: 1207
Translation(s): Syulang -> Flower, Yawne -> Beloved.
A/N: Wow first So’lek fic and with none other than Neteyam, Not sure if I like this or not but Enjoy <3
Tags: @teyamsatan @pandoraslxna
Today was so boring, the olo’eyktan had instructed you and your mates along with a few others to decorate and put food out for tonight’s ceremony.
Neteyam and So’lek were in charge of setting the food along the wooden tables while you and Makeyo were doing the banner. Makeyo was a good warrior, he wasn’t as great as Neteyam but he still got plenty of women.
All of except for you, he was furious when you chose Neteyam and So’lek as your mates instead of him. Naturally he got over it but he still longed to have you sometimes.
“Y/n are you done? I’m already finished with this side” he shouts towards you. “Yes yes I’m done” annoyed you climb down from the tree and step back to look at your work. The banner is tied in the middle between two trees saying “Congratulations Entok and Kakalu”
Tonight’s ceremony was about them and you felt happy for Kakalu since you grew up alongside her. She was like a sister to you, you did everything together.
Sighing you glance around trying to find your mates but you don’t see them, confused you walk around calling their names but to no luck.
Giving up you decided to just go home till the ceremony started, as you were walking your ears suddenly perked up at the sound of laughter coming from Kakalu’s hut.
Curiosity consumes you as you make your way over there crouching behind a large bush. The flap was open so you could see directly inside but what you saw only hurt.
Kakalu was there but so were your mates.. they were in a circle drinking some coconut water while Kakalu was laughing but that wasn’t the reason why this hurt. The reason was that Kakalu had her hand on Neteyams thigh and he didn’t even move it.
Huffing you back away walking off, two can play at that game.
Once the ceremony had begun you made your way to sit next to Makeyo who was shocked that you weren’t sitting by your mates. Originally you were supposed to match with your men but still angry from earlier you went with your favorite blue beaded top that hung loosely around you along with a tewng that matched.
“You don’t mind if I sit here right?” Looking at the man innocently, he gulped and you could see a faint pink blush on his cheeks “No of course not, though shouldn’t you be with your mates?”
Don’t get him wrong he was happy you chose to sit with him but normally at these ceremonies your supposed to sit with your mate(s) if you have one.
Shrugging you turn to face where the olo’eyktan was “I’m not speaking with them at the moment.” Makeyo just nodded not really caring for the reason only caring that your letting him be this close to you when usually you’d push or shove him.
You feel both your mates gaze on you from across the way, smirking you take Makeyo’s hand and place it on your thigh feeling him gently squeeze it. Before your mates can get up though the ceremony starts.
Kakalu and Entok walk down the pathway towards Jake before standing infront of him, they say a few heartfelt vows before sharing a drink out of this large cup.
Everyone erupts with joy clapping and wishing good things for the couple. The feast begins shortly after and you stand up leaving Makeyo to walk back to your hut.
As your walking you swear you can hear footsteps approaching but as your turn there’s no one. Ugh why did you have to go the long way home, too caught up in cursing yourself you don’t notice the figure infront of you till you bump into their chest.
“Shit I’m so sorry I wasn’t lo-” you break into a full on sprint after seeing who it was, you don’t get far as now your tackled to the ground with your arms behind your back.
The figure tsks before ripping your loincloth off as well as your top, the cool breeze against your bare cunt makes you shiver. Another figure walks infront of you crouching down by your head, he lifts your face and you see it’s So’lek, so Neteyam is the one behind you.
“Oh yawne, you know the rules..” he says brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear, meanwhile you can feel Neteyam line his tip with your entrance. “Fuck both of you! I didn’t say anything when Kakalu had her hand on Neteyams thigh especially when he didn’t remove it!” You seeth squirming.
A harsh slap comes down on your ass making you yelp “You didn’t see the full thing syulang” Neteyam huffs slamming himself inside you. “I did push her hand off me, every *thrust* single *thrust* time *thrust*”
So’lek moved back to untie his loincloth throwing it next to yours, as he moved back him and Neteyam shared a glance before Neteyam grabbed you by your hair forcing you up enough for So’lek to rub the tip of his cock along your lips.
Your lips parted allowing him entry which he gladly took, his cock slid into your mouth eventually hitting the back of your throat “Good girl” he purrs.
So’lek took control now replacing Neteyams hands with his own, Neteyam moved his hands back to yours holding them tightly as he fucked into you harshly now. His movements pushing you forward and forcing you to take more of So’leks cock down your throat.
Muffled whimpers could be heard from you but your mates didn’t care, not after what they saw. Neteyam hissed as he set a pace that made you clench tightly.
So’lek threw his head back feeling your throat constricting around him, he began thrusting into your mouth matching Neteyams pace.
“You wanna act like a slut we’ll treat you like one yawne” So’lek murmured feeling his orgasm approaching, it was cute actually. Whenever you gave him head he wouldn’t last long.
Neteyam could also feel his but held back wanting to still teach you a lesson. His balls slapped against your clit making you scream around So’leks cock. The vibrations going through him making him whimper “Ah! Sh-shit!” He held your head pulling your face flush against his pelvis as he came down your throat. “You better swallow all of it baby.”
Obeying you gulped down his sweet warm cum, So’lek hummed as he pulled out of your mouth with a pop. He then sat back and watched as Neteyam kept pounding into you.
“Ma’Teyamur please..” you mewl raspy from So’lek fucking your throat raw. “No, now shut up and take this dick syulang” he smacks your ass again leaving a handprint.
Slowly So’lek started pumping his once again hardened cock watching his mates. You move your gaze to him “Ma’Lek..” almost pleading for him to help you.
He chuckles “You got yourself into this yawne, I can not help you.” Not being able to hold back anymore Neteyam pulls out of your dripping pussy groaning as his cum spills on your ass.
Before you have a chance to ask he answers almost reading your mind “Only good girls get to be filled syulang.”
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New Year's Eve Kisses.
Steve Harrington x Reader (Fluff)
Just a short and fluffy NYE drabble with Steve, heavily based on this scene from Friends
Posting this a little early but whatever 🤷♀️
Word Count:668
Masterlist / Steve Harrington Masterlist.
The party is in full swing with everyone gathered in Steve’s house for a new year’s eve celebration. There’s banners, decorations and food and drink aplenty as all the party-goers stand around chatting in their groups.
“Yes! ‘87 baby! It’s finally going to be my year, Harrington. I can feel it!” Eddie beams brightly, his wide smile stretching across his face.
“Good luck, man.” Steve cheered back, clapping a hand on his shoulder.
“We’re both happy for you, Ed.” you smile at your friend, although you wish you could share his enthusiasm about the new year drawing to a close.
You and Steve had been only dating for a few months, and Eddie was the only one who knew about you two. An unfortunate moment where he accidentally caught you both making out in a dark corner in The Hideout one time. Truth be told, Eddie didn’t think too much about it until he saw you leave the bar hand-in-hand with a matching pair of smiles on either of your faces.
Eddie noticed how your smile didn’t fully reach your eyes, and a worry set it’s place in his chest.
“Hey, what’s the matter?”
“We wanted to kiss at midnight, but nobody else is going to, so we can’t either.” you explain with a sad tone in your voice.
“Don’t worry about that, sweetheart.” Eddie says with a nod. “Just let your old pal Eddie sort it all out.” he tells you all too confidently.
Eddie makes his way over to Robin where she is already enthusiastically beginning to countdown the seconds until midnight.
“33! 32! 31-”
“-Hey Rob-” Eddie interrupts. “Who are you kissing at midnight, huh? Chrissy or Nancy?”
“What?” she replies in confusion.
“You gotta kiss somebody. You’re gay, so you’re not gonna kiss Steve.” Eddie explains further.
“So who’s going to kiss Steve?”
“Y/N is.”
“Really?” She smirks, cocking her head to the side.
“Look, who would you rather have kiss Steve, me or y/n Eddie says with a quirked eyebrow.
“Oh definitely Y/n.” she decides all too quickly. “I suppose I’ll kiss Chrissy.”
“That’s great!” he smiles at her, with a pat on her shoulder before moving his way around the party.
“Hey Chrissy!” Eddie shouts over to her above the music. “Robin’s going to kiss you at midnight!”
“Oh okay! Sounds good!” her cheeks flush pink at the idea of kissing that cute girl from the school’s band that she’d had a secret crush on for a while.
“Nance! Nance!” Eddie shouts, getting her attention as he makes his way towards her. “I’m going to kiss you at midnight, okay?”
“What?” she shakes her head, her dark curls bouncing as she does.
“Everybody’s kissing someone, so I’m going to kiss you. Plus you can’t kiss Steve, you two have that whole weird history going on.”
“And?” she shakes her head once more, as if she wasn’t quite following what Eddie was putting forward.
“Besides, Jonathan’s not here, so who would you rather have kiss you, me or Robin?” Eddie asks, with a confident nod of his head.
“Robin’s lovely, but I just don’t swing that way.” She confesses.
“Great.” Eddie smiles.
The countdown to midnight draws closer and closer as everyone gathers by the television in Steve’s living room.
“3! 2! 1! Happy New Year!!” Everyone cheers, as they hug and peck the lips of their respective New years eve partners.
You wind your arms around Steve’s neck to bring him closer as his hands find their home on your hips, giving you a gentle and reassuring squeeze.
Steve leans in close to you, his lips softly brushing against yours in a sweet kiss.
“Happy New Year, Honey.”
“Happy New Year, Stevie.” you smile back at him, your eyes sparkling with love for the boy in front of you.
You couldn’t be more happy to have your Stevie in your life, and sharing a kiss with him at midnight was the perfect way to ring in the new year.
@itsfreakingbats @penguinsandpotterheads @xxhellfirebunnyxx @onegirlmanytales @reidsbtch @willowsgrl @mrsjellymunson
#Steve Harrington x reader#Steve Harrington x female reader#Steve Harrington x reader fluff#Steve Harrington fluff#Steve Harrington x reader fanfiction
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Can I request All for you by Janet Jackson for Aki Hayakawa - fluff
All For You
Tell me I’m the only one. Soon we’ll be having fun.
Pairing: Aki Hayakawa x f!reader
Word Count: ~1.3k
cw: fluff, grumpy/sunshine trope, alcohol consumption (everyone is of age)
Summary: Aki Hayakawa has been training you for the past two months, helping you acclimate into your new role as a Public Safety Devil Hunter. From the start, you were smitten, unable to contain your cheery attitude whenever you’re with him. He’s closed off, strictly business, and never cracks a smile, but in his own subtle ways, he shows you that he cares. One day, after a successful mission, you test your luck to see if your love is truly unrequited, or if Aki just needs that extra push to admit his true feelings for you. A little bit of liquid courage might also come in handy.
Author’s Notes: Ahhh, my first Aki fic! Thanks for the request anon, I LOVE Janet Jackson, and this is the perfect song for the y2k karaoke party! I hope you like this! It’s short, sweet, and very fluffy, so it’s been a nice break from the shameless smut I’ve been writing LOL. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated! Thank you for reading! Banner created by @/saradika.
It’s been two months since you started working for Public Safety. Two months of grueling training, both physical and mental, and two months of being stuck with the notoriously grumpy Aki Hayakawa. But you’re not complaining, considering how absolutely head over heels you are for him.
In this case, it’s true what they say: opposites attract. While you’re the type of person to always have a happy expression on your face, Aki is the opposite. You have yet to see him crack a smile, even the tiniest hint of one. No matter how hard you try to bombard him with your joyous affections and shameless flirting, he remains unfazed by it. Though, you’re certain he doesn’t hate it. If he did, you would have already been chucked off to someone else to have to deal with you. That’s why you continue your efforts; because deep down, you know he likes it. Likes you.
He doesn’t say it in words, but he doesn’t have to. His actions display them perfectly. Subtle glances during moments he thinks you’re not looking, though you always are. Small gestures to show he cares about your safety and well-being, like always switching spots with you when you’re walking on a sidewalk, making sure he’s on the side of the street. Putting out his cigarette whenever you arrive because he knows you don’t like the smell. Holding the door open for you, sharing his umbrella on rainy days, always volunteering to be your partner during group missions because he doesn’t trust anyone else to be with you. Sure, maybe he’s just that nice of a guy, a true gentleman, a man who proves chivalry is not dead. Or, maybe he really likes you as much as you do him. Is it wishful thinking? Probably. You’re growing impatient waiting for validation, so tonight, you decide to take matters into your own hands.
The Public Safety Department is out to celebrate a successful mission. It’s the first time you’ve all been together in a while, so many of you are ready to let loose. Your team sits together in one corner of the restaurant, a round of beers already being passed down as soon as you take your seat by the wall, directly across from Aki. Kishibe, the most senior Devil Hunter, takes a spot next to you, while Kobeni, your dear friend and main confidant on the team, sits by Aki. As usual, he’s quiet, sipping on his drink without so much as a peep. His eyes flit towards you as you grab the handle and take several heavy gulps of beer. You’re going to need some liquid courage in you for what you’re about to do.
Kishibe doesn’t say much either, downing his liquor silently, leaving you and Kobeni to fill the void with random small talk until appetizers are served, and she stuffs her mouth with gyozas and chicken yakitori. When you’re almost done with your beer, Aki’s shoves the plate of dumplings to you. “You should eat,” he mutters, staring at your empty glass.
You grin at him. “I will, if you feed me.” You open your mouth, sticking your tongue out playfully.
He rolls his eyes at you, a small blush surrounding his cheeks. “Stop acting like a child.”
Feeling particularly wicked, you turn to face your neighbor. “Kishibe, can you feed me?”
The older man chuckles, already finished with three pints. “Alright.” He pinches a gyoza between his fingers, dips it in the sauce, and guides into your mouth whole. From your peripheral, you notice Aki scowl, grabbing at the pitcher at the center of the table to refill his cup to the brim.
You giggle, chewing it into smaller pieces to swallow, batting your eyelashes with your hand covering your mouth. “Thank you, Master.”
Kishibe laughs again, clearly amused by this, glancing at Aki across the table. “Is this what you have to deal with?”
“You have no idea,” Aki grunts, chugging his beer halfway.
For the next hour, you continue to focus all your attention on Kishibe, and none on Aki, who sits still with his shoulders tense and a permanent frown on his face. It helps that your senior is playing into it, not questioning your brazen behavior, fully aware of your crush on Aki because you have admitted it to him plenty of times before. Aki’s had several pints now, a red glow surrounding his cheeks, sweat beading on his forehead. He hasn’t said a word as you blatantly flirt with Kishibe in front of him. You’re feeling a buzz now, more reckless with your emotions. Suddenly, you’re annoyed with yourself and with him; you stand up, wobbling slightly, murmuring something about going outside for some air.
You’re slumped on the steps in front of the restaurant, breathing in the fresh night air, cool against your hot skin, feeling defeated. Your dumb plan to make him jealous backfired, leaving you just as confused as before. Maybe it’s time to throw in the towel and just accept that Aki will never reciprocate your feelings.
You’re alone for a few minutes until the door swings open and you see Aki walking towards you. a glass of water in one hand, the other tucked in his pocket. He passes it to you, saying, “Drink this.”
Pouting, you take it, sipping it slowly. “Thanks, I guess.” You add the last part spitefully.
He sits next to you, sighing. “Why are you doing this?” His voice isn’t his typical monotone; there’s actual concern behind it now.
“Doing what?” You set the water beside you, crossing your arms.
“You know what.”
You shrug, leaning back on your hands, staring up at the sky, blinking at the moon. “I don’t know what you’re talking about it.”
He turns to face you, swallowing loudly. “Why are you being like this? Are you in love with him?”
This catches you off guard. “Huh?”
“Kishibe. Are you in love with Kishibe?” His brows are tight, eyes imploring you for the truth. And it’s in this moment that you realize your plan actually worked. And now you feel guilty.
Before this gets out of hand, you decide to stop the games and be honest with him. “No Aki. It’s you. It’s always been you. You’re the only one.” You look at your shoes, avoiding his gaze, embarrassed by your confession, nervous for his reaction.
“Then why were you – ”
“I was trying to make you jealous,” you interrupt him, explaining yourself. “I’m sorry. It was childish and immature and just plain dumb and I’m sorry. I understand if you’re upset. You can hand me off to someone else if you want. You don’t have to deal with me anymore.”
He copies your posture, leaning on his wrists, hands so close to touching yours. He doesn’t say anything for a minute, choosing his words carefully. “I’m not upset,” he says softly.
You look at him, surprised at his response. “You’re not?”
And finally, after two months of yearning for it, he smiles at you. “Not at all.”
You can’t help perking up at this, scooting even closer to him. “Does that mean…?”
“Yeah. It does.” He places his hand on top of yours, squeezing it gently.
“You have to say it,” you demand, flipping your palm over to interlock your fingers with his.
“Do I have to?” he groans, still grinning.
Your heart pounds in your chest, belly fluttering, grin wide and eyes bright. “Use your words, Aki. Or else I’ll get confused again.”
He shifts forward, nuzzling his nose to yours. “I like you. Happy now?”
You close the gap, kissing him on the lips, smiling. “Very happy.”
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Stage reveal
[Teapot]
Paimon:Three hundred wishes! An indomitable will! One golden hair boy’s determination and not to mention 75 pity! It all happens here!!!
Aether:Nice intro.
Paimon:Felt appropriate. Though it might be anticlimactic if Furina shows up in one go.
Aether:That’s the point! *throws ten wishes*
Golden Meteor!
Keqing:You really think it’s going to be her?
???:HAHAHAHAHA~
Nilou:Judging by that sound…yes.
Aether carefully runs with his arms out until the gold light finally fades and Furina lands squarely in his arms.
Furina:Splendid! Simply splendid! Bravo in participating for my wonderful entrance!
Aether:*mutters* You had no land strategy, did you?
The whimsical girl completely ignores the absolutely true accusations, favoring to stand on her own two feet and greet the gaggle of people who attended this glorious occasion.
Furina:Greetings! I’m-
Everyone:We know.
Ayato:He’s mentioned you.
Nahida:More than that. He’s asked us all to help build you for awhile now.
Aether:She didn’t need to know that.
Lynette:My brother is gathering your flowers as we speak, upon Aether’s request.
Aether:I thought I invited friends, not enemies here.
Furina:Well, well, *turns around* well! It would appear despite your blatant shenanigans towards me, you actually wanted me around? Isn’t that adorable?
Paimon:Big talk coming from someone dedicated to letting people wait. You fell faster than anyone Paimon has seen. Didn’t even entertain the idea of making him “work for it”
Furina:I- I just happened to weigh the options is all! It was impossible for me not to arrive, so why not start off with a bang and allow more time for the real drama to begin!
She dramatically points to the weapon banner vendor. Suddenly, nobody but Nilou and Furina were having a good time. The only thing guaranteed was pain but yet they held join in the idea of things working out. Aether decided not to waste time and started lighting the sky with colors from his wishes.
Yaoyao:…Huh? *holds constellation* That was unexpected.
Keqing:That tends to happen from time to time. Congratulations. That’s your second one.
Kaveh:*holds constellation* What the?
Nilou:(Wow. I really do win today.)
Mika:*holds constellation* Oh wow. I got one too!
Eula:Now get five more.
Aether:(Why is my luck for characters better on here than the standard?)
Golden Meteor!
Kokomi:Heads up. It could be anything.
Furina:Ha! Anything!? The answer is as clear as water. *holds hand out*
The light falls straight down into her hand brilliantly. As it fades, Furina’s own gaze lights up as she brandishes her blade.
Furina:See!? Clear as water! (Oh my gods, that could’ve been sooo embarrassing!)
Everyone:(She’s trembling…)
Aether wastes no time in dumping more wishes until another gold light. Unfortunately …
Jade fall splendor
Baizhu, in the distance:Pull for me now!
Aether:Let’s all pretend that was the wind. *spends more primos*
Jade fall splendor
Bahizhu:Puuullllll
Aether:Not gonna lie, this hurts.
Nilou:I don’t even feel good about this outcome.
Ayato:So you’re giving me the sword?
Nilou:Mmm, no. I’ll just cherish it more.
After several painful wishful, the dancer gained her new blade.
Paimon:Okay then. Cheer up Aether! Now let’s use the remainder to get Charlotte! You still around 130.
Aether:*toses 20* I know it just sucks a little to-
Golden Meteor!
Everyone:…..*looks at Furina*
Furina:…..*reveals constellation* Praise my generosity! Let the good times return!
80 wishes later….
Aether:I just want Charlotte around!!! Is she at work or something!?
Tighnari:Look at the bright side. *holds constellation*
Aether:…Look, I love ya man, but you should probably be helping Collei. She’s drowning in coins.
Collei: *buried* I kinda like pressure if I’m honest.
Furina:Let me try. Clearly your luck ran out.
Aether:And your any better?
Furina:I don’t need luck. What I need… *toses wishes* Is an interview!
Charlotte: *falling from the sky* An interview!? Say no more! I even brought a gift for the occasion! *shows constellation*
Furina:Hahahaha!
Aether:*covers face* Unbelievable.
Paimon:Look at it this way. We can invite Navia to join us soon enough!
Keqing:Who’s that?
Paimon:This cool and sweet lady who holds…a Geo vision….
Everyone:Those still exist!? That’s so brave of her!
Navia, in the distance: Hey! Have optimism! It’s fine!
As fanfare died down and everyone went back to doing their personal tasks, Aether took Furina aside just around a hill.
Aether:Alright. Curtain is closed. I won’t mind if there’s something you wanted to get off your chest before I tell you the r-
Furina:*hugs him* …..Happy to be here.
Aether:…*hugs her back* Me too.
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26.3 Acheron
Just one day, I wish good luck everyone who’ll pull her tomorrow.
I have saved my 105 pulls for Luocha and Aventurine
Also quick sketch of Gallagher, because he’ll be at the banner
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The Lost Child - Chapter 34 // Teen Wolf x Marvel AU
Summary: Y/N Stark was taken from her family when she was three years old. It's fifteen years later and her family believes she is dead. Then how is she living in Beacon Hills?
Warnings: Language, Mentions of Death/Injury/Grief/Torture, Possible Grammar Mistakes (please let me know if there is anything else)
Pairings: Derek Hale x Reader, Steve Rodgers x Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff, Vision x Wanda Maximoff, & More To Come
Previous Pairings: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Scott McCall x Allison Argent
Words: 5.5k
Note: Sorry this is so late!
Additional Note: While this is a Teen Wolf x Marvel AU, not everything is true to the shows/movies/comics. I had to change things for the story.
One Last Note: Y/N was adopted by Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. I did this so more people can see themselves in this story.
***I do not own Teen Wolf or Marvel or any related characters. This is a work of fanfiction and is meant for entertainment purposes only.***
Masterlist
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Everyone was quiet as they made their way through the woods toward the hunter’s safe house. The only sound that could be heard was the crunching of leaves and sticks beneath their feet. Y/N knows it’s wrong, but she wishes she was Allison right now so she wouldn’t have to deal with everything.
Stiles doesn’t like the silence but it’s taking everything in him to break it. He’s worried that if he starts talking then he won’t be able to stop. He’s also not sure if he wants to accidentally piss off anyone who’s in charge of protecting his life.
As much as he’s annoyed at everything that has happened and that has come to light, he also can’t help but have a little fanboy moment inside his head. He’s about to head into battle with the Avengers. The last time they stormed a place he had been sidelined. Now, he’s walking through the woods, about to go into a little war with the hunters, with the Avengers suited up next to him. It’s like a dream he always had but also mixed with a nightmare he always had.
He watches Y/N from the back of the group as she and Chris lead them to the safe house. He doesn’t like that he’s been paired with Liam and Peter but it could be worse. He could be paired up with Peter Hale. He definitely wouldn’t make it out alive if that were the case.
“Are we almost there?” Peter Hale asks.
“Why? Do you have somewhere better to be?” Scott questions.
“Yes. I was thinking about asking your mother out again.”
“Wait, what?” Sam looks between Scott and Peter, confused about what he just heard. How old is this guy and why does it seem like he only hangs out with teenagers? He knows Peter is Derek’s uncle but he also dated one of these kids' mothers?
“Ignore him.” Derek rolls his eyes at his uncle. He just wants to get this over with. He’s tired of having to deal with the Argents and the Avengers. He wants to go home, wrap Y/N up in a warm blanket, and not leave their bedroom until they have to. This past week has caused him too much stress and he’s over it.
Y/N comes to a stop and waits for the others to stand around her, “We’ll split up here. Remember, Sam, Bucky, and Malia, you’ll take the right side. Kira, Natasha, and Wanda, you’ll follow them but then split off to the north side. Scott and Steve, you’re going to the left side. Stiles, Liam, and Peter, you’ll follow them. You’re in charge of killing the Anuk-ite, so good luck with that.”
Chris takes off his backpack before unzipping it and holding it out to everyone, “Everyone take a walkie-talkie. I’m sure these aren’t as advanced as some of you are used to but they’ll do. I’ve already set them to the correct channel but it’s channel 7 if you mess it up.”
“Radio in if you feel the Anuk-Ite so Stiles and them know where to go. He has the mountain ash to kill it so don’t try killing it yourself,” Y/N says while everyone grabs a walkie-talkie. “Also radio if you need help. While we have an idea of what we’re up against, there could be more and some of you have never had to fight these types of creatures before. They are very different from your space aliens.”
“Anything else?” Stiles asks.
“Yeah, don’t die.”
“How are you not a motivational speaker?”
“Okay, let’s go before they do this for another twenty minutes,” Scott says, walking away from the group to the left where Y/N told him to go. Steve presses a quick kiss to Bucky’s lips and murmurs something under his breath to him before following Scott.
“Radio in when you’re in place!” Y/N yells out to Scott.
The rest of the Avengers watch as Y/N and Stiles lock their pinky fingers and promise each other they won’t die. Y/N doesn’t know it but she’s done that since before Pepper gave her away. Anytime they’d go on a mission she’d make them promise they were going to come back. She believed that pinky promises were a binding promise and that there was no way you could break them. It’s little things like that that let them know that the girl they knew is still there, just a bit different.
“One last thing,” Y/N sticks out her hand toward Chris. Chris pulls out a bulletproof vest from his backpack and hands it to Y/N. She quickly pulls it over Stiles’ head and straps it around him before he has a chance to protest. “Just in case.”
“Why have I never been given one of these before?” Stiles scoffs.
“Just be grateful you’re getting one now. Now go.”
Chris, Derek, Peter Hale, Tony, and Y/N watch as the others run off to where they’re supposed to be.
“What else do you have in that bag?” Derek asks, eyeing the backpack in Chris’ hand.
“You don’t want to know,” Chris zips his backpack up and puts it back on his back.
“We’re in place.” Scott’s voice rings out of their walkie-talkies.
Y/N sighs as she tries to mentally prepare herself for the fight ahead, “I think I could sleep for a week after this. I’m surprised I haven't gotten a call from my boss yet saying I’m fired for being gone for so long. I swear I didn’t have this many vacation days.”
Derek moves to stand in front of Y/N to meet her eyes, “I’m sure they’ve seen the news and will understand why you haven’t been in for a while. Scott said Melissa was covering for you so I’m sure it’s fine.”
“I’ll have to get her something nice for covering for me this long.”
“And she’ll tell you that you don’t owe her anything.” Derek pulls Y/N close and presses a kiss against her forehead. He knows how stressed she is about everything because he’s also stressed about everything.
“We’re in place.” Bucky’s voice rings out from the walkie-talkies.
“How do you want us to get into the house?” Y/N turns to Tony at his question. She almost forgot the others were there with her and Derek.
“We need to wait until everyone has lured out as many hunters as possible then we fly in,” Y/N says.
“You can fly as well?” Tony’s eyebrows shoot up in shock. Did he miss something in the files Hydra made about her? Can werewolves fly?
“No, you’ll have to either carry me or I can get on your back.”
Tony goes to respond but Kira’s voice cuts him off as it rings out through the walkie-talkies, “We’re in place.”
“Okay,” Y/N looks around at Chris, Derek, Peter, and Tony, “you ready?”
Chris tightens the knife holders on his thighs and double-checks the gun in his hand, “Ready.”
“Ready,” Tony says as his suit builds around him.
“Can we finally get this over with?” Peter asks, inspecting his claws.
“I’m going to climb up into a tree until I think it’s time for us to hit the house. You should do the same.” Y/N says, looking at Tony. “I’m their biggest target and if they know where I am then they’ll forget about the others. We’ve got to hide a bit first.”
“I’ll follow you,” Tony replies.
Y/N looks back at Derek, “Be safe and kick some hunter ass. I love you.”
“I love you too,” Derek says before pressing a hard kiss on her lips, as if he’s scared he won’t see her again.
Y/N pulls away and walks over to the nearest tree, “You know what to do babe!”
Derek, Chris, and Peter watch as Y/N starts to climb up the tree and Tony flies up into the one next to her. Derek waits until he can no longer see her figure before transforming into his beta form.
“Now we can get this over with,” Derek says, letting out a loud roar to let everyone know it’s time to go and to let the hunters know they’re here.
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Steve tightens the shield around his arm before looking up at the sound of a roar.
“What was that?” Peter asks, looking around making sure nothing is coming at them. He’s dealt with a lot of weird things being in the Avengers but he’s never heard something like that before.
“That was Derek,” Stiles states.
“You stay here and wait for someone to radio you,” Scott tells Stiles, Liam, and Peter.
“Where are you going?” Liam asks.
“We’re going straight towards them. Let’s go.” Scott nods at Steve to follow him.
Steve huffs a bit in frustration as he follows Scott. He doesn’t enjoy being told what to do from a teenager. If it was Y/N here, he would follow without question. She might have been for 15 years but he’d still trust her with his life.
Scott slows as he gets closer to the safe house. He can already hear a few hunters loading their guns and sharpening their knives. He listens to their panicked voices as they talk about the roar they heard and how they know they’re being attacked. If he focuses hard enough he can also hear Stiles, Liam, and Peter bickering behind them.
“Let’s stop here. We don’t want to get too close.” Scott says. “We need to lure them out here.” Scott tries to count the number of hunters standing outside of the house in front of them.
“I got it,” Steve states, throwing his shield out toward the hunters. The shield hits three hunters, knocking them to the ground, before coming back to Steve.
“That’s one way to do it,” Scott mumbles, watching as the hunters look their way. He quickly ducts behind a tree as the hunters slowly make their way towards them.
Steve ducts behind another tree as they wait for the hunters to come closer. He can hear the ground crunch behind him letting him know where they are. He waits until he can see the end of a gun before jumping out and knocking the hunter back into two others.
That’s when all hell breaks loose.
Scott jumps out from where he’s hiding as all eyes are on Steve, throwing the hunter closest to him into a tree—knocking him out. Bullets start to fly as Steve and Scott attack. Scott’s surprised he hasn’t been hit by any bullets yet as knocks out another hunter.
Steve throws his shield toward the hunter's legs, the vibranium-metal breaking their knees and shins as it hits them. He quickly knocks them out as they hit the ground one by one. It’s not long until they’ve taken out all of the hunters that attacked them.
“Is that it?” Steve asks, knocking out the last hunter.
“I doubt it. The others must have the rest of the hunters distracted or the rest of them haven’t left the safe house.” Scott says, looking around for other hunters.
“We should move in,” Steve says, moving towards the safehouse before Scott sticks out an arm to stop him.
“Not until we’re told too.”
“There’s no one over here. We should move in.”
“Not until Y/N tells us too.”
Steve doesn’t understand why they can’t just move in. They easily took out the hunters. He doesn’t understand why they were acting like they were going to be a challenge. The hunters are down on their side and they have a clear shot toward the safe house.
Scott’s head quickly turns as he starts to smell something in the air, “Do you smell that?”
“What?” Steve doesn’t know what Scott’s talking about.
“It smells like…” Scott’s voice trails off as his eyes widen as he looks behind Steve.
Steve quickly turns around to see four large creatures standing behind him. They look like men wearing bones and an animal skull for a mask. “What am I looking at?”
“Berserkers.”
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Sam and Bucky are standing back-to-back as they fight off the hunters around them while Malia holds off more of them.
“How many of these guys are there?” Sam asks, slamming another hunter onto the ground.
“I don’t know but they’re pissing me off,” Bucky says. His arm comes up to block the bullets being shot at him from a hunter on the ground. He rips the gun out of the hunter’s hand and knocks him out with a quick kick to the face.
Bucky turns to find another hunter to attack to see the hunters fleeing from them.
“Why are they running?” Sam asks.
“Something’s coming,” Malia states, her eyes closed while trying to listen to her surroundings.
Bucky tries to listen and see if he can hear what she hears. He closes his eyes for a second. It sounds like something is running toward them. He opens his eyes and looks into the woods in front of him. Something is charging at them.
“Get down!” Bucky tackles Sam to the ground as a deer jumps out from the trees and almost tramples over them. It runs past them almost as quickly as it appeared. It looked rabid.
“What the hell?” Sam mutters, staring at where the deer ran off.
Bucky looks down to where Sam is in his arms from when he tackled him. Disgusted, he scrambles up off the ground and away from Sam.
“Did you smell that?” Malia asks.
“Robo boy’s cheap cologne? Yeah, I smelled it.” Sam says, wiping the dirt off his suit as he stands up from the ground.
“No, the deer. It smelled like fear.”
“Fear?” Bucky asks. He thought that something was running at them but what if it was actually running away from something? He slowly pulls out his walkie-talkie while his eyes dart around. “We found the Anuk-Ite.”
“On our way,” Stiles’ voice rings out from the walkie-talkies.
“Are you sure?” Sam questions Bucky.
“Yeah, I’m su–” a pained scream from the woods cuts him off. He pauses, his head whipping toward the sound.
“Bucky! Buck!” someone is screaming out for him. He moves to run into the woods but Malia moves in front of him to stop him.
“What are you doing?” Malia asks.
“Do you not hear someone screaming?!” Bucky yells, angry that she’s preventing him from finding whoever’s yelling for him. He swears it almost sounded like Steve.
“The only person screaming right now is you,” Sam says.
“What?” Bucky looks between Sam and Malia. Can they not hear what he’s hearing?
Sam stares at Bucky for a second before realizing what’s happening, “Close your eyes! Close your eyes now!”
“Why am I closing my eyes?!” Malia yells, her eyes now shut tight.
“It’s the Anuk-Ite. Whatever happens, don’t open your eyes.”
Sam, Bucky, and Malia stand still as they wait for something to happen. They’re hoping Stiles gets here soon to kill the thing.
“How could you?” Bucky quickly whips his head around, his eyes still shut tight, as Steve’s voice whispers in his ear. “Why?”
“I don’t understand…” Bucky whispers, confused about what's happening.
“I told you to finish him.” Bucky’s head whips around again. He knows that voice. It belongs to the man responsible for turning him into the Winter Soldier, Arnim Zola.
“Buck…no,” Steve’s voice whimpers. “This isn’t you.”
“You have your orders, soldier! Kill him!”
“No!”
“You can’t stop him, Steve. He’s no longer the boy you used to know. He never will be. He has always been the Winter Soldier, and he always will be.”
Bucky’s closed eyes tighten as he repeatedly mutters to himself, “This isn’t real. It’s not real.”
“Buck…” Steve’s voice is quiet. Bucky can feel a soft hand caress his cheek. It feels like Steve.
“I’ll do it.” That sounds like Y/N’s voice but harsher. It sounds like when she was pretending to be under the hunter’s and Hydra’s control.
“Ah, my perfect soldier. Always ready to do what you’re told.” Zola’s voice sounds closer than it was before.
“She’s not your soldier,” Bucky growls. Y/N will never be Hydra’s soldier.
“I think you’re forgetting who you are. Let me remind you. Longing. Rusted. Seventeen. Daybrea–”
“Shut up!”
“It’s who you are! Now, finish your mission!”
“No!” Bucky is trying to remind himself that this isn’t real but it’s getting harder too.
“Let me.” Y/N’s voice is now coming from in front of him. “Just admit it. You couldn’t save yourself, you couldn’t save me, and you couldn’t save Steve.”
“Wh-what are you talking about?”
It goes quiet. Maybe it’s over?
As Bucky brings a hand up to his face to wipe away the overwhelmed tears that were slowly falling from his eyes, he hears the sound of someone being stabbed in front of him. His body goes rigid as he hears someone start to choke—possibly on their own blood.
“Hail Hydra,” Y/N’s voice whispers in his ear.
Bucky quickly opens his eyes toward the ground in shock and confusion. His eyes move slightly in front of him to a knife sticking out of someone. Not just someone. He’d recognize that uniform anywhere. Steve.
Bucky’s eyes shoot up to Steve’s face only to be met with the glowing purple eyes of the Anuk-ite. His body immediately turned to stone.
“Buck, you still good?!” Sam calls out, unaware of what just happened. He can’t hear Bucky but he can hear Malia. She sounds like she’s apologizing to someone until she goes quiet. “Malia?”
“Malia?!” Sam can hear someone yelling for her.
“Uncle Sam?! Uncle B?!” Peter rushes into the area where Sam, Bucky, and Malia are. Liam and Stiles run in behind him.
“Oh my god…” Stiles stares at Malia’s frozen figure. She looks like a statue from Medusa’s lair in the Percy Jackson movie.
“Please tell me you’re real?” Sam asks.
“The Anuk-Ite’s gone,” Liam says.
Sam opens his eyes to see Peter staring at a Bucky statue. Stiles and Liam are also crouched down next to a Malia statue.
“What happened?” Peter turns to look at Sam.
“I-I don’t know. One second it was here and now it’s not. I’m not even sure when this happened.” Sam gestures to Bucky. Why didn’t the Anuk-Ite go for him? He could hear Bucky talking to someone—most likely whoever the Anuk-Ite wanted him to talk to—and he could hear Malia, but nothing ever happened to him.
“Now what?” Liam asks.
“They still need people attacking on this side,” Stiles says. They need people to weaken the hunters from every side.
“I can still do it but I don’t know if I can do it alone,” Sam states.
“I’ll stay,” Liam volunteers. “I can help on this side while you two get the Anuk-Ite.”
Stiles looks hesitant but agrees, “Make sure nothing happens to them.” Stiles looks between Malia and Bucky and wonders how much longer he has before their current state is permanent.
“Where do you think it went?” Peter asks.
“I don’t know.”
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“What the hell are these people?!” Nat yells out, barely missing the edge of the blade that swipes at her.
“They’re Oni!” Kira yells back. She’s trying to hold off four Oni while Natasha and Wanda fight the other three.
“I thought we’re supposed to be fighting hunters?!”
“I thought the same thing!” Wanda yells.
Natasha ducks as one of the Oni swings their sword at her. She’s able to remove the sword from the Oni’s hand as the sword lodges itself in the tree next to her. Nat quickly pulls the sword away from the tree and watches as the Oni pulls another sword out of nowhere.
“We’re going to die here.” Nat mumbles, readying herself to continue fighting.
As Kira blocks the Oni’s swings, she can see the glint of a weapon coming from within the trees behind them. “I think the hunters have finally decided to join them!” She hears the sound of something firing.
Wanda and Natasha turn to see several hunters running toward them. Most of them seem to be carrying guns while the others seem to be holding knives. Nat can count about thirty hunters.
“You guys take the hunters! I’ve got these guys!” Kira yells at them, her eyes starting to glow.
“You sure?!” Nat asks.
“Go!”
Wanda and Natasha break away from the Oni and charge toward the hunters. Nat throws the sword in her hand on the ground and pulls out her Glock 26s. As the hunters start to shoot at them, Wanda uses her powers to rip a tree out of the ground and throw it through the group of hunters—knocking several to the ground.
Nat ducks behind a tree as bullets fly past her. The bullets slowly come to halt as she reloads her guns. She can hear footsteps getting closer to her. It sounds like five different people are coming toward her. Nat puts one of her guns back in its holster as she takes a deep breath.
As the tip of a hunter’s gun comes into view, she grabs the front of the assault rifle while throwing her elbow into the hunter’s face. He lets go of the gun as she knocks him out with the butt of her Glock. Adjusting the assault rifle in her grip, she turns and shoots down the other four hunters.
“I thought we weren’t supposed to kill any of them?!” Wanda yells out to Nat.
“I don’t remember agreeing to that!” Natasha yells back.
Wanda throws another hunter back as she watches Nat take down more as well. Looking back at Kira, she notices a glowing figure around the young girl as she fights off the Oni.
Kira can feel her anger and frustration growing as she continues to fight. She can also feel her control starting to slip. The fox spirit around grows bigger and bigger the longer she fights.
As she feels a blade cut through her right thigh, her fox quickly grows before launching itself at the seven Oni. A blinding light shoots out as the Oni are killed, hindering the hunters. Kira can feel her fox getting more powerful with each Oni it takes out.
With her back facing the light, Natasha uses the distraction to shoot down the rest of the hunters. Looking over at Wanda, she can see her crouched behind a tree blocking the light with her hands. As the light disappears, she turns around to find Kira kneeling on the ground and no Oni around her.
“What happened?!” Nat yelled toward Kira.
“I killed them!” Kira yells back, pressing down on the wound on her leg as it starts to slowly heal.
“Why didn’t you do that earlier?!”
“I don’t really have control of it!”
“Did you have to kill all of them?” Wanda asks Natasha, looking at all of the dead hunters behind them.
“Did you want me to wait until they killed one of us?”
Wanda rolls her eyes at Nat’s response. She could’ve put them all to sleep but it’s too late for that now. She walks over to where Kira is now sitting on the ground.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. My leg should be good in just a minute.” Kira replies.
“I wonder if everybody else also has to deal with more than just hunters?” Nat mumbles, sitting down next to Kira.
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Sitting up high in a tree, Y/N watches as Derek, Peter, and Chris battle the hunters down below. She can hear her radio go off and Scott’s voice asking for help. It takes everything in her to not jump down and help after one hunter’s knife gets a little too close to Derek’s throat.
“Is this what you deal with here in Beacon Hills?” Tony questions, watching as more hunters seem to come out of nowhere.
“Yeah, but hunters have always been the least of our worries,” Y/N replies, her grip tightening on the tree in anger as more hunters appear. She could easily use her powers from here and take them out but then Kate would know where she is.
Tony feels at a loss for words. Watching the hunters down below, he can’t believe this is what his daughter has been with. He doesn’t know why this didn’t hit him before. He was so caught up in everything else, he hasn’t taken a step back to notice how calm she and her friends seem to be about everything.
Since the Avengers have been in Beacon Hills, they’ve dealt with hunters, Hydra, and more. He knows to an extent what Y/N dealt with when she was with Hydra, but what else has she dealt with?
Friends of hers have apparently died and he has no idea why. Was it because of hunters? Was it because of something else they’ve faced? Or was it something that has nothing to do with this little world she lives in?
Tony stares at Y/N as he thinks of something to say. He has so many things that he wants to say and so many questions he wants to ask but now is not the time.
“I can practically hear you thinking from here,” Y/N looks up and locks eyes with Tony. “I know you have a lot of questions and so do I. I don’t really know how long you’re going to be here in Beacon Hills but I’d like to start over after all of this is done.”
“We can stay as long as you want. You can come back with us too…i-if you want. I-I mean I know you’re a lot older now but we kept your rooms the same as you left them. Well, we have a cleaner that cleans them once every two weeks.”
“Rooms?”
“Yeah, one at the compound and one in our old home. We haven’t lived there since you…disappeared. I still kept it though just in case.”
“Even after you thought I was dead?”
“You’re not the only person we’ve known to be presumed dead to still very much be alive. I didn’t want to give up hope. No matter how little it became.”
Y/N doesn’t know what to say to that. She looks back down to watch the others fight off the hunters. Most of the hunters are down so now is a good time to get to Kate.
“We should go now,” Y/N looks back at Tony.
“How are we doing this?” Tony asks, not sure how to carry Y/N.
“Can I just get on your back?”
Tony flies off the tree and hovers in front of Y/N with his back turned toward her, “Let’s go.”
Y/N pulls herself away from the tree and climbs onto Tony’s back. A small smile appears on her face as it reminds her of the piggyback rides her dad, the sheriff, used to give her all the time as a kid before they lost her mom. As Tony takes off toward the safe house, she wonders if Tony or the others ever used to carry her like this when she was younger.
Y/N holds on tighter to Tony as he crashes into the middle of the house. Once Tony has landed on the ground, she hops off his back and surveys her surroundings. They landed in what appeared to be the living room but there was no one around. There’s no one shooting at them, charging at them, or even watching them. They are completely alone.
“Why is no one here?” Tony asks, his blasters ready just in case.
“I don’t know…” Looking around Y/N can see weapons and ammo everywhere. On the wall, she can see pictures of herself and all her friends. There’s even some of the Avengers. There’s a large blood stain on the floor but there is nobody. Whose blood is it?
It’s also quiet. Too quiet. If she listens in she can hear the others fighting, but it’s quiet in the house. Kate must be hiding somewhere. If there’s one thing Y/N knows about the Argents, it’s that they love a good basement moment. That’s probably where Kate is hiding out. And if she’s hiding then she knows she’s outmatched. She knows they’re losing.
As she turns to look at Tony, a body flies through the living room window. Y/N jumps back and is ready to attack until she notices who it is.
“Isaac?”
Isaac groans in pain but makes no move to get up off the floor, “Hey Y/N.”
“H-how? What?”
“Scott told me everything so we came to help.”
“We?”
As Isaac goes to answer, a girl with a crossbow steps through the broken window, “Isaac?!” She starts shooting toward something Y/N can’t see.
“Braeden?”
“Who are these people?” Tony asks Y/N.
“He’s a friend and she’s…” Y/N pauses as she thinks of a way to describe who Braeden is, “she’s a friend of Derek.”
Isaac snorts, “Yeah, a friend.”
Y/N kicks Isaac’s arm at his comment, “What’s happening out there? How’d you go through the window? Why haven’t you got up?”
“I can’t really move.”
“What do you mean?” Y/N crouches down next to Isaac in concern.
“We aren’t the only ones who know a kanima apparently.”
Y/N rolls Isaac onto his side and looks at the scratch on his neck. She can see some of the venom still dripping from the wound.
“Who else has been affected by it?” Y/N asks, laying Isaac back down on his back.
“Scott was protecting a guy on the ground with a shield when I found them,” Braeden replies, walking over to them.
Tony curses under his breath, “Should we help them?”
“Kira and two other girls are currently helping Scott.”
Y/N turns her head to the broken window as she hears a loud roar. It sounded like Scott but she’s not sure.
“Is it just the kanima they’re fighting?” Y/N asks.
“No, there’s Berserkers as well. Four of them.”
Y/N stands up and looks at Tony, “Stay here and help them. I’ve got Kate.”
“You’re not going alone,” Tony states. He’s not going to abandon his daughter. He’s here to protect her.
“They need your help more than I do. If the Kanima takes more of them down, they will all be dead. Help them.”
Tony hesitates for a moment before agreeing, “Fine, but then I’m coming back to help you.”
“Fine. I’ll probably be in the basement. At least that’s where I'm assuming she is.”
Tony looks like he’s going to hug her for a moment before flying out through the broken window. Y/N can hear when he finds the others.
“So that’s your dad huh?” Isaac says with a small smirk on his face.
Y/N rolls her eyes and huffs, “Shut up.” Her radio sparks to life and she can hear Chris Argent calling for Stiles. The Anuk-Ite must be near them. Y/N turns to Braeden, “I’ve got Kate. Make sure he stays alive.”
Y/N flicks her claws out as she checks all of the doors to see if any lead into the basement. When she opens the fourth door, she sees stairs leading down into another room. She walks down slowly until she reaches the bottom.
Looking around, the stairs seemed to have led her to a hallway instead of a room. There are four different doors and she doesn’t know what’s behind any of them. There’s a long ugly rug that runs throughout the middle of the hallway. It looks out of place in the modern-looking hallway.
She’s about to open the first door when she notices the end of the rug is flipped up as if someone tripped over it. That’s when she notices something behind it. Moving the rug with her foot, she finds an escape hatch.
Y/N bends down and opens the hatch. Not seeing anything dangerous, she jumps down into what seems to be a tunnel. Looking down at the ground, she can see a single set of footprints leading away from her.
She follows the footsteps until she gets to the end of the tunnel. She notices a small ladder leading up to another hatch. Y/N climbs up the ladder and slowly opens the hatch. It takes her a second to realize where she is. She’s next to an old lake her mom used to take her and Stiles to during the summer.
Climbing out of the tunnel, she looks around for Kate. She knows she’s here but she can’t seem to see her.
“Kate! I know you’re here!” Y/N yells out.
As she moves to look around, a bear trap snaps around her right ankle. Screaming out in pain, Y/N falls to the ground.
“I was wondering when you would show up, but I’m surprised you showed up alone.” Y/N whips her head around to see Kate slowly walking up to her with twenty other hunters and two Berserkers behind her.
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Sagau and what that character would feel when they realize you hate them. Part 1
Characters: Childe ft: Yanfei and various others
I have/had grudges against them after incidents in their banners and so I thought I'd make a short drabble or head canon abt how they'd feel about how I treat/treated them. This is part one and ends with part 2 which is another character.
Warnings: OOC little shits and based on fics I've read, also not proofread, is this considered angst? brief descriptions of violent tendencies and slight body horror? (idk, i searched it up and I'm still confused but im pretty sure i should add it just in case)
ALSO REMINDER BEFORE YOU ATTACK ME:
I don't rlly hate them as a character, it's just my luck I hate and I had to blame someone-
Childe:
[getting him on his 3rd banner]
*I may or may not be showing off a character*
[Why did you come home instead of her?]
Denial is the first stage of grief.
Because you really don't mean it right? I mean, you leveled him up to 60! it mustn't be that bad right? You didn't level him up just for the free fates, right? You gave him artifacts even if they're not his right set and aren't just leftovers-
Right?
You started wishing on his banner again sighing in frustration, only getting 4-star weapons and occasionally, Chongyun and Ninnguang. You were getting more irritated by every wish but you stopped and went to farm more primogems.
But you didn't have enough time.
You just had to get him the day before his banner ended.
You switched characters and put him on your team for the first time.
Your team consisted of Xingqiu, Fischl, Zhongli, and him. He greets everyone excitedly with a smile filled with relief as they introduced themselves.
That smile was wiped off of him instantly.
"How...I had only just..."
You jumped off a cliff using him.
You revive him right after, the feeling was shocking to him.
His thoughts were erratic.
He died- and he was brought back to life just like that-
You drop off again.
This time he could tell how every bone cracked in his body.
You teleported to a statue of the seven, reviving him once more.
And just as he was processing what was going on, you jumped off for the 3rd time.
Hate.
You hate him.
You hate him.
You hate him.
You hate him. You hate him. You hate him. You hate him. You hate him. You hate him. You hate him. You hate him. You hate him. You hate him. You hate him. You hate him. You hate him. You hate him. You hate him. You hate him. Your mom. You hate him. You hate him. You hate him. You hate him. You hate him. You hate him. You hate him. You hate him. You hate him. You hate him. You hate him. You hate him. You hate him-
"WHY????"
After the nth fall, you stop and switch him out of the team.
He was just so dumbfounded.
You fought him as the traveler countless times before and he didn't mind the countless defeats because every time you visit the Golden house, you were able to defeat him faster and stronger, he even felt so proud of you-
yet this...
this was the first time he felt so afraid of you.
It was a mere fall but he couldn't move to even open up his wind glider and fell to his death countless times.
And then you just revived him so easily each time.
It was a sign that you really are Teyvat's god, and he feared you.
Anger.
Pink hair, white antlers. Always has a big book with her.
He's been staring.
He can't help it.
You already had her in his banner early on, yet why were you so upset when he came home?
"WHAT'S SO GOOD ABOUT YANFEI?!"
Was all he could think about. She's just a damn 4-star, how is she better than him?
He watched as you spoiled her with level-up materials and talent ascension materials. You even farmed the Crimson Witch domain just for her. Gave her the best weapons, and the best artifact stats.
He watched as your team slowly died out for her materials.
Watched until she reached level 90. Watched until she could easily obliterate enemies with 4 simple moves, all attacks being 10k or more.
You were known for collecting each character's specialty food, even going as far as cooking it over and over again and even buying all the stock of a certain ingredient from the shop. But the only time you have his specialty is from a letter he gave you on his birthday.
If he was violent in fights, he's even more violent now. If the enemy is already dead, he'll turn the corpse into bits until it's only blood that remains.
He constantly seeks Zhongli for a fight, which Zhongli didn't mind until he started visiting almost every day. He tries to talk it out with Childe but-
"THEY GOT YOU ON YOUR BANNER WHEN THEY DIDN'T EVEN WANT YOU LIKE THEY DID WITH ME."
"YET THEY TREAT US SO DIFFERENTLY."
Zhongli couldn't reply. He was right after all. He was on your team almost every time ever since you had enough materials to get him up to a decent level.
Childe just walks away as he processed what he said to the god. The silence was all there was that accompanied him on his walk.
Bargaining.
You liked him before.
He knows that.
You were really upset when you didn't get him the first time. He liked the idea of playing hard to get and so he played.
But maybe he should've come home to you the first time because he didn't know if you loved him as much as the others.
It took months for Venti's banner to go up and have him on your team, yet you persisted and finally got him on his 3rd banner.
While in his 2nd banner, you clearly had lost interest already and just pulled to build up pity.
"I came home later than expected, and now I'm just a disappointment..."
Depression.
If you used to use him as a guinea pig, you even forget you have him in the first place now.
You:[So who's going as Childe?]
P2:[I want to try out Xiao again after a while so can you be Childe?]
You:[Oh right, I have that ginger-]
You like to "play co-op" and have other gods join your world. They're always the same ones, and he can hear their voices, unlike the other gods that come by for materials.
He would see the "other Childe's" sometimes. He'd see them on a higher level than him, with better artifacts, better weapons, and better treatment.
He didn't put much effort into his "fights" anymore, since you'd replace him with a character you like more anyways.
The praise he heard you say to the others, the joy in your voice when you finish a commission with them, hearing those things were torture to him. One could say it was worse than being stuck in the abyss for merely half his life.
Then you just placed him in your teapot, the emptiness eating away at him.
Acceptance.
He's been in the teapot for months now.
The occasional visits from the others helped him carry on a bit. He was placed in the kitchen so he's been cooking things to pass the time or to serve others.
He'd write letters more often to his family in the library, even reading a few books whenever.
Yes, you hate him. But maybe, not entirely. Being able to stay in the teapot, do chores, and cook like he usually would for his family towards others, gave him a sense of calm.
Maybe this was your way to show him that fighting and becoming strong to conquer the world isn't the only path to life.
He still comes to spar with the others, teaching them things he knows even. The time he had away from you made him able to be vulnerable towards others, telling them what he's feeling sometimes, creating a bond with the others who he can confide in.
Things he couldn't tell his family, he tells Kaeya, who has a somewhat same situation as him.
He decides his good enough. Not for you, but for himself.
And he's alright with that.
He can finally sleep peacefully at night.
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Underneath the Stars
“So, accept defeat,” he urges.
“Fine. Tell me where the alpha centauri is,” she demands.
“What would my compensation be?”
“How about not making you walk the plank at dawn,” she scoffs.
“You drive a hard bargain, Princess. I was thinking less along the lines of not drowning and more along the lines of this,” he mutters as his hands reach to cup her full cheeks. They are warm under his palms, even against the biting gust, his thumb moves to caress her pillowy lips, eyes flicking down to her mouth landing on the crescent birthmark by her chin.
PAIRING - spy!harry x princess!y/n
a/n - i wrote so much. so, i’ve decided to split it into two parts. i made a banner for forbidden hours and it took me a lot longer than anticipated but i think it tured out great. as always, like and reblog. feed back is not only appreciated but much welcome. happy reading!
Word Count - 6.2k (not proofread)
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நீள்பயணம். Voyage. News had spread far and wide across the expanse of the empire about the Princess’ journey far East. Throngs of people gathered on the docks to bid farewell to her and scream out wishes of luck and fortune. It was a busy day, filled with fanfare from the subjects, priests blessing the vessel and ministers of court spewing out strategies whilst handing bundles of parchment of the meticulously crafted plans.
A journey always stirred up feelings of unbridled joy, especially since the aim of this particular voyage is to draw up a treaty with Handuman - three small islands that lie smack in the middle of a crucial trade route between the Cholas and Burmese. A tiny island kingdom that was a thorn on Y/N’s side for the past year; with news of shipment from Burma being pillaged and sabotaged at sea constantly thwarting her plans of bringing components of machinery to assemble aiding with agriculture. She put together a counsel which oversaw striking a peaceful agreement that would mutually benefit both nations, a long drawn process of negotiations with a vacillating King that finally culminated to this day.
A day where she set sail on a three week journey to visit the islands, attend a ball hosted in her honour, and cap it off with signing the treaty. Needless to say the kingdom was ecstatic with the promise of the Princess Royal bringing more riches into the land. All of Y/N’s voyages to neighbouring kingdoms resulted in astounding successes, so people did have a shred of doubt that this one would go south. At the break of dawn, the majestic vessel was filled with her entourage - guards, a trade minister, the guard captain who was responsible for her safety, the sail crew, two of her handmaidens, and her lady-in-waiting, Shobhita.
Shobhita has been by Y/N’s side since they were partnered together for dance lessons fifteen years ago. As kids, Y/N took it upon herself to teach her how to conduct herself properly in court. Despite not liking the bossy Princess Royal, things took a turn for Shobhita when some children of nobility made fun of her lineage - going so far as to calling her ‘murky blood.’ She had light blue irises and hair the colour of sticky toffee - resembling her overseas mother, far different from what everyone else looked like and that made her an easy target. Though Y/N was not around for the name calling, she personally gave the other kids a stern talking, going so far as shoving one them and getting confined to her quarters by the Queen Mother. The two have been thick as thieves ever since.
“Remember Y/N, you are representing our Dynasty from the second you dock there until you set sail,” the Queen Mother starts.
“I know. I know, grandmum. Best behaviour and all,” Y/N rolls her eyes.
“You know better than to roll your eyes at me?!?” The older woman narrows her eyes in warning.
“Have I not conducted myself well on my trips so far?”
“I’m not saying that you haven’t, but be wary. I’ve heard nothing but vile things about the Prince of Handuman. I’ve seen to it that your guards have been doubled.”
“Is that why I’m going there alone without any advisors? You know I can take care of myself-“
“I know you can,” the Queen Mother interrupts her. “Keep an eye out on all our girls.” She whispers, taking her palm in her hands and gives it a warm squeeze, before walking towards the chief.
When she gets a minute to herself, Y/N turns away from the enthusiastic crowd, gripping on to a wooden mast, she closes her eyes, picturing her garden. The patch of flowering shrub - right by her reading bench - which attracted the prettiest of blue butterflies. She feels the tightness in her shoulders ebb away, only to have it disrupted when she feels someone pull on her braid. She flicks her head around in annoyance to find her little brother sheepishly looking at her.
“What do you want?”
“You’re sleeping standing up,” Karthi notes.
“I was not. I was trying to relax,” she sighs.
“I’m sure that the vast blue of the water is relaxing enough. Never knowing what’s under the thousands of leagues under the sea. Maybe there’s a giant fish with razor sharp teeth as long as the mountains waiting to capsize the boat. Shame, won’t even know it’s coming in the dark of the night with nothing but pitch black in the horizon-“
“Shut up, Karthi!”
“Calm down,” he throws his hands over her shoulder, pulling her into his side. “You really think Dad is gonna let that happen to his favourite child. There’s no way this voyage was approved by him without contingencies for every single thing that could go wrong. He’s not gonna let the people’s Princess get lost at sea.”
“I appreciate you trying but it’s not helping. Why are you still here anyway? Didn’t Dad want you at the capital yesterday?”
“It can wait,” he shrugs it off. “I’m not going to leave without saying goodbye to my favourite sister.” He bends down to engulf his big sister in a hug.
“I’m your only sister,” she chuckles, swatting him away. “In other words you hung around for morsels of attention from Shobhita.”
“Give me some credit!” He says feigning being wounded. “I brushed my hand against her arm,” he whispers, pointing to his left palm.
Y/N shakes her head at the smirk that tugged at the corner of her little brother’s lips. They’ve had a crush on each other from when they were both old enough to understand what that meant. Being the daughter of a vassal king, who happened to be close friends with her father, it was agreed upon by the elders that Shobhita and Karthi were to wed. Though Shobhita was a Princess of a small hilly region in the dynasty, it was thought best by the parents to have her grow up in the palace and serve with Y/N as her lady-in-waiting to learn the ropes of handing the responsibilities that would fall on her shoulders once she married.
Right as Y/N was going to say something witty, their attention was pulled to the commotion at the gangplank. When Y/N peers over she sees Harry hold up his royal seal to the guards before lugging up his things.
“What’s he doing here?” Y/N asks her grandmother, but finds the Queen Mother cluelessly staring at her grandchildren.
“Your majesties,” Harry bows, and wordlessly hands the Queen Mother’s guard the parchment before it’s passed to the old woman.
His eyes flit over to Y/N with a small smile tugging but he finds her pointedly staring over his shoulder with a scowl. He frowns, did she forget our time at the docks? The last time he saw her was filled with fiery passionate kisses and sweet nothings. He didn’t expect the Princess Royal to throw herself at him in front of everyone but was he not warranted a polite smile.
“It’s from your brother,” the Queen Mother tells the siblings. “Looks like Harry over here would also be travelling with you.”
“What? Why?” Y/N asks, dreading the thought of being locked in close quarters with the spy.
“He wants Harry to accompany you and be added to oversee your guard detail along with the chief.”
“But that makes no sense, he’s hardly a guard,” she protests.
“That’s quite true, Princess but I do know a thing or two about fighting. The Crown Prince wants you to be protected, that-“
“I do not require your protection, Mister Styles,” she huffs, crossing her arms over her chest.
“The Crown Prince has spoken. His reasons are clear,” the Queen Mother tells Y/N firmly, handing her the parchment. “Harry Styles will be accompanying you.”
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The texts spoke of the majestic wonders of the sea in all its boundless beauty, sailors talked about the vast bodies of water being their companion; the sea was glorified by almost everyone Y/N had met and even by herself - she’d allow herself to stand at the edge of the shoreline and daydream about what life on the other side of the water looked like. There was immeasurable poetry that was either written at sea or took place at sea, but what none of them talked about was what it did to your psyche. Four days of constantly bobbing about the tides, with nothing around but endless blue and a blanket of darkness at nightfall, not to mention the terrifying sounds that accompanied no visibility. She missed the feel of the earth beneath her feet, the smell of her freshly watered gardens, the buzz of bees, birdsong, the vivid colours of her flowers against the green.
She brushed them aside as champagne problems for the first two days but the confines of close quarters were slowly creeping up on her. It didn’t help that she was avoiding Harry on top of all this, so she’d holed herself up in her room with Shobhita working on a project for the gala that’s being thrown in her honour. That’s how she found herself standing at the stern, hands clasped firmly on the wooden banister, at an odd hour in the night. She had her eyes closed, not that it made much of a difference in pitch darkness as she felt the wind against her face. It was eerily quiet, yet noisy as the vessel zipped through the tides, and everytime she flicked her eyes open she would only stare into the vast expanse of the hazy abyss. An insidious fear crept in which made her bones tremble about the nightmarish creatures that would leap out from the water at any moment.
“Careful there, Princess, any more harder and you might splinter the wood,” Harry’s voice cuts through the silence, the teasing apparent in the undercurrent of his tone.
She blinks down at her the way her knuckles have gone pale from gripping onto the wood. Sighing she turns her head to the side, to catch a sweet smile painted on his face as he bows spitting out the formalities.
“Mister Styles,” she acknowledges him halfheartedly, turning her attention back to the abyss.
“Trouble sleeping?” He enquires, stepping forward but the guard captain steps out from the shadow, directly in front of him, blocking his path. Harry throws his arms up, pausing. “I don’t mean any trouble, Captain.”
“You may not approach her royal highness,” he warns, the captain towers over Harry.
“It’s alright, Captain. He may step closer,” Y/N says.
“Princess, no man is allowed in your vicinity without a chaperone,” the Captain reminds her, and it doesn’t escape Y/N, the way he flexes his mammoth muscles to intimidate the spy.
“He is no ordinary man, remember. The Crown Prince has instated him to oversee my guard detail,” she points out. “I think it is time he took over the watch. I have kept you up for three nights now, and it’s high time you get some sleep. You may retire to your cabin for the night, Captain.” She smiles, wordlessly thanking him for being diligent enough to follow her each night.
He nods, muttering something to Harry as he hands over his spear to him. He bids Y/N goodnight and disappears down to his cabin.
“Whew,” Harry breathes out in relief. “Thought I’d be tossed overboard. Thanks for the save.” He mutters, making his way to the banister, leaving a comfortable distance between the two in case the Captain decides to check in on him.
“Don’t go thanking your lucky stars yet, I can certainly see to it that it’s arranged,” she bites back at him.
“You’re angry with me,” he states, making her chuckle.
“Wonder what gave that away,” she mutters, directing an eye roll at him.
He ignores her retort and continues, “You’ve been avoiding me since the minute I came on board.”
“That’s two for two. Gee for a spy, you sure do have a knack for picking up on the fucking obvious,” she shakes her head.
“I don’t understa-”
“Of course you don’t,” she huffs out a weak chuckle. “Apologies start with an I’m sorry.”
“Princess-” he starts, running his hand through his locks. “Y/N, I don’t understand why you’re cross with me. Is it because I’m sailing with you unannounced?”
“God, you’re thick,” she lets out a weak chuckle. “A storm hit the coast two days after you set sail to Lanka, Harry. I didn’t know for weeks if Karthi got the message on time!”
“I’m a good spy, am I not? When have I ever faltered in keeping to your word? Prince Karthi reached the Port Palace two weeks ago, according to your word, did he not?”
“That’s not the point, you idiot!” She turns to face him. “I did not hear from you! I did not know if you made it there. For three whole months! I didn’t know what to think.”
“Oh.” His face reddens as warmth spreads across his chest. He doesn’t understand why but he feels his face split into a wide grin as he replies, “I was doing my job and protocol states that - .”
“And you rode off to Vikram up north,” her tone was still accusatory.
“I had to, Y/N.”
“Why? Why did you have to get to him with such urgency? Was it Karthi’s orders? Why was it so important that you come with me all this way? Don’t give me all that poppycock about me needing extra security. My brother and I trust the captain with our lives. He’s overseen our protection since we were children.”
“Vikram’s mingled with the close friend of the Prince of Handuman. He’s foul, according to his best friend’s admission. He hits women and beds them without consent. He has complete disregard for matters of the court and he is well known for schmoozing -”
“Why does that even matter?”
Harry lets out a frustrated groan, “Will you please just listen to me.” He continues when Y/N quietens down. “The royal astrologer had seen to it that your portraits were sent to all neighbouring kingdoms - under your father’s orders - for matrimony. Prince Vinay had come across it when you were liaising with them for the trade deal. He, um, publicly vowed to…”
“Vowed to what?” She implores when he trails off.
“I’m sorry for being crude but he said that he wanted to ‘tear off your clothes, pin you against his throne and thrust some obedience into you while the court watches.’” He takes in a long breath before he continues, “So you will be under his pinkie and he can boast that the great Chola Princess was another notch on his bedpost.”
Y/N’s face twists in disgust as she processes what Harry had just shared with her. “Vikram knows I can handle myself around such odious men. I have more protection during this trip than I ever had in my life. Why did he send you to supervise my security? You have no experience…”
“It was my idea actually. I asked him to sign that decree to let me join this company and this was the only way to not raise any eyebrows among our men. I know you can handle yourself around the Handuman Prince, but I would not forgive myself if something were to happen to you…” He pauses, eyes roaming around for any lurking shadows, what comes next is communicated in a murmur, “This could provide a perfect cover for a Chola spy to be digging around Handuman.”
“A cover for what?” Her eyebrows scrunch, mouth twisting down in displeasure of being kept in the dark.
“Too many ears around,” he reminds her. He interjects before she can protest, “You will be the first to know once I have evidence.”
They hear a heavy splash making the ship drag, and the two lurch forward at the sudden movement. Y/N gasps, grabbing hold of the bannister and tightening her grip as a strong hand wraps around her elbow and tries to pull her away.
Things feel dissonant for her, there’s a ringing in her ears that’s managed to make all other sounds feel like it’s echoing from deep inside a well, she feels her body spasm as she struggles to draw in breaths, like her throat has something blocking the way. Her vision fades around the edges making her scrunch her eyes shut, but that only makes the successive shallow drum of her heart louder. She can feel the way the boat has a pull under her feet, like it was lugging around something heavy as it resists the sway of the vessel. She’s experienced unease before, but this time was different. This uneasiness was not fleeting. It was a type of fear. Fear oozes from the centre of her bones, slowly following its wake across everything it could consume inside her being. Paralysing to her anomalous senses. “I knew it,” she whispers. “Consumed by the waters, of course.”
If this was how she was going to perish, so be it.
“Princess,” his voice is distorted and faint but she picks it up. “Y/N.” It’s louder this time, floating closer. “We’re fine.” She feels his arms tightening around her frame. “Y/N, look at me.”
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Harry does not understand what’s happening. Once second, he hears the men throw the anchor into the water and the next Y/N’s crumpled over the banister beside him. She looks to be in pain, her face ashen under the silver beam, he tries to tug her back - away from the edge but she’s bolted, hunching over the banister. He tries getting her attention, but can hear her mutter something about being engulfed by the water and it all makes sense to him. Why she was so hesitant to get on his boat when they were at the docks, how uncomfortable she was sitting opposite him, what made her hole up in her quarters all this time, the way she was gripping onto the banister earlier. The ocean petrified her.
He understands why she was mad for not hearing from him sooner. He left right before a storm hit the coast, showering her in kisses and whispering sweet promises. Promises. Well, promise. He promised to be safe and he did keep up his word, and he left for the battle tents of the Crown Prince, like he normally would when his job was done. But things were not normal. They’d kissed. Several times in fact. And he’d confessed his fondness for her.
He never faltered in his duties, he’d kept them up this time too. He had not realised a duty had implicitly fallen in his shoulders to bear when their lips met. To let her know that he was safe and not taken by the treacherous waters of the stormy seas as she’d let herself imagine. She had been worried about him. He made her worry.
“We’re fine,” he reassures, moving closer to her, holding her close to him.
It takes him a few tries but he gets her to look at him and a few more to convince her to let go of the banister. Her quivering lips and glassy eyes pierce his heart, but he manages to get her to slump to the floor beside him. It takes her a long while to stop trembling but he tightens her torso to his side, hoping to instill some warmth into her.
“We’re fine now,” he reassures, squeezing her hands. “The men tossed the anchor overboard. That is what made us jerk forward along with the ship. It takes a while for the anchor to latch onto the seabed. They’ve retired to their cabins for the night. It’s just that. It has happened everyday since we boarded the ship. It will keep happening until we reach home. We will sail again just before the break of dawn. Nothing is wrong with the ship. We are not in the way of any harm.”
She nods as he continues, “I apologise for not letting you know that I had reached Lanka in one piece. I’m sorry for all the worry I have caused you. I never intended to. I promise to never make you fret again.”
“Okay,” she tells him in a quiet voice, closing her eyes, as she forces her shallow shuddering breath to regain its steadiness.
He looks around once more, making sure that they’re truly alone, before focusing on her blinking back her watery eyes. “Why did you agree to the voyage in the first place?”
“King’s orders,” she tells him softly.
“You’re terrified of the ocean,Y/N ,” he reasons.
“I have duties, Harry. I get to experience all the luxuries one can imagine, compared to all that-” she shrugs. “Champagne problems, I guess.”
Harry shakes his head, she says king like it wasn’t her father. He would never do something that he didn’t want to, no matter who’s orders. But it was important to the princess in front of him and there was no use trying to challenge that. This was her deal, and it only made sense that she saw it through - she owed her people that. Instead he picks a different route, one that would help him understand her better, “What’s got you this scared? I’ve never seen you like this before.” It’s true. She was the first Chola Princess to be trained in combat alongside her brothers - demanding her father that when it came to the worst, she wanted to defend her people. She did not want to be holed underground with other women of court or in a temple praying for victory. She was an excellent rider, often would compete in races and encouraged young girls to follow suit.
“I do not wish to say,” she says hesitantly. She leans back and scoots away, her face slowly regaining composure.
“I don’t mean to pry, Princess. I grew up sailing the waters, I understand not wanting to recount a time -”
“It’s not that. I don’t have a harrowing story or anything.” She adds the next part quietly, “It is risible,” and her cheeks heat in response. Harry quickly notes the way she blushes, making him smile down at her in endearment.
“I promise not to laugh. Sailor’s honour,” he crosses over his heart.
Y/N lets out a peeling giggle in response, “You’re no sailor, Harry.”
“Yes, I am! Was practically born on a ship, Y/N.”
“You were born on a ship?” Y/N asks, sometimes it felt like he knew more about her than she did him.
Harry shakes his head, “Was born in my mother’s cottage in North England.”
“Did you grow up there?”
He shakes his head again, this time quicker with a frown. “No. I grew up on my father’s ship. Back to what we were talking about; you can’t discredit me as a sailor.”
Y/N’s brows scrunch at the sudden pivot in the conversation, but she doesn’t press on further, opting to say, “I thought you were a spy.”
A warmth blossomed in Harry’s chest from the mocking undercurrent of her tone. He’s never had anyone volley a conversation with him, and it came easy with her. “I am more of a ‘Jack of all trades’ kind of person.”
“Ah, I see,” she chuckles, bringing her knees up to her chest and encircling her arms around it. “So a master of none?”
Harry laughs, a high pitched carefree one, “Better than a master of one.”
Companionate silence blankets around the two, Harry passes her his leather water flask - that was clasped to his belt - and she quickly drains it muttering a quiet thank you. Harry leans back on his elbows, looking up at the shimmering moon above, it’s lovely tonight, he thinks. He’s spent many nights in a bobbing vessel with nothing around but the moon as company but he doesn’t feel the familiar solitude tonight. There was no intolerable silence this particular night, just the tinkle of Y/N’s anklet and silent sighs that escapes her lungs. His gaze flits over to her cheek, smushed against her arm, her gaze is fixed on her fingers as they fiddle with the ornament. A simple gold rope with a small lotus motif made from three pink diamonds and an emerald, clasped around her ankle.
Her foot. That’s what caught his attention, not the precious stones, but the curve of the arch of her bare feet. He wonders if it would tickle when he runs his lips over them, as he slowly nudged her knees apart, the fabric slipping away, the way her anklets would tinkle over his shoulders in sync with his head between her thighs. He shakes his head, rubbing his face, shifting to conceal his hardening cock and shoots her a polite smile.
“Not knowing,” Y/N says. “I do not like the deep waters because I have no idea what’s underneath.”
“No one does, Y/N,” he reminds her.
“I know. It is uncomfortable to not know. It feels like I am at its mercy, with the currents that can drag me under in a split second, if I’m not careful enough. It’s vast, and we have not explored these territories. I met with this woman that studies living creatures, and she believes that there is a high possibility of colossal squids and fishes deep down. There are old sailing accounts and drawings as proof. You have seen giant sharks and whales, have you not?”
Harry nods, as she continues fidgeting with her anklet.
“Life began in the waters, Harry, and we hardly know a thing about it. We cannot survive diving the depths; we certainly cannot compete with the predators that we know of. Imagine being at mercy of something unknown. It is the biggest mystery known, quite possibly the worst because it takes up much of our planet and we cannot even begin to understand it. The ocean has had a longer time to evolve than us, and we know much of the sky than we do about what is below.”
Y/N looks up at him, chin resting on her arm, as she waits for a response. She feels a pang of regret opening up to him when she is not met with anything. You expect him to comfort him just because you kissed a few times, a voice rings in her head followed by her grandmother’s lecture of having one’s cards close to your chest. No royal ever spoke of things that frightened them, she never did either. So, why did she think this was a good idea? Her maternal great - grandfather, a Chera king, was thrown into the castle moat filled with crocodiles by his subjects. He was vain and cruel to his people - granted that could have been the reason - but it had been prophesied that he would meet his end by the scaly reptilians, so he rewarded people to poach every last one of them and had them all in his moat. Ironically, he actively participated in furthering his prophecy while trying to avoid it. People would not have picked death by crocodiles if they never knew about his irrational fear. The kingdom was in shambles for many years until the birth of her mother, which enabled them to forge an alliance with the Cholas through matrimony.
While the Princess was caught in her own dilemma, Harry had a similar one running through his mind. He wants to assure her how secure ships are. He wants to explain how when you’re in the middle of nowhere with dwindling supplies, you start to see and hear things that aren’t really there. He wants to tell her that worrying would do her no good, especially the things that were occupying her mind because they were simply out of her control. All of the things he’d come to learn from his father’s experiences and his own. She was right, they barely knew about the ocean, but it wasn’t something to lose sleep over. But he understands, Harry was also scared of the ocean as a child before he got used to it. This was Y/N’s first time, and fears aren’t supposed to be rational. It wasn’t far-fetched, she had her nose stuck in books for answers and was born into duties, which required she understood the workings of life. She prided herself for being a step ahead of people around her and to do that one needed control. But the moment didn’t call for revelations; she needed solace.
He gives her a sympathetic smile before going on to say, “I was scared of the endless ocean as a child too, especially at night. You’re right, we don’t know much about the sea but we do know a lot about the sky.
“Look up for me, Princess,” he continues and they both take in the twinkling dots in the blanket of the night.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispers, beaming up at the gleaming moon.
“It is. We’re so caught up by things around us, we often forget to look up. The sky's the one thing that will not change. The moon will wax and wane and the stars will stay right where they are, flickering, guiding us to shore. It helped to look up at the sky when I was scared or in trouble. To be reminded that in the grand scheme of things, my fears didn’t matter. For whatever reason, the cosmos flows through me and that would mean my existence is a marvel. Even for a speck - no bigger than a grain of sand on the beach - the sky has many wonders in store for me.”
She stays quiet, her eyes glassing over, blurring her vision. Harry quickly catches the stray tear from the corner of her eyes with the backs of his fingers. He coos, leaning over to brush his lips against her temple, “I apologise for saying something out of line, Y/N.”
“You're not out of line, Harry,” she hastily blinks back her tears. “It helps. Thank you.”
“You don’t need to-“
“I want to.”
Anyone else pondering their significance by looking out into the universe might end up feeling helpless, paralysed even, but she feels none of that. She was born into significance and her roles only cemented the burden of upholding the legacy of the Crown. So, letting herself feel like a mere speckle was liberating.
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The days that follow the same routine - the Princess holes herself up in her cabin during the day with Shobhita. Harry’s unsure what she was up to - and formulating any judgement from the box of fabric spools one of the handmaidens carted into her room, and the occasional laughs from behind the door - he’s happy she was occupied. It was hard to catch a glimpse of her when the sun was shining; there were guard’s stationed outside at all times and he did not want to tick off the guard captain.
The nights. That solely belongs to the two of them. She would come out of her cabin two hours before midnight to catch some fresh air to find him softly smiling at her. He'd readily stand, at the ship’s bow, with a spear in his hand by the intricately carved wooden swan figurehead. Y/N had ordered the guard captain to retire at night, since he’d been stationed by her cabin all day. When he’d resisted - uncomfortable that the Crown Prince had instated a young man with no prior expertise as head of security- she’d gently reminded him that it was best for Harry to learn what guarding actually entailed in the safe confines of their ship. They’d spend the nights in each other’s companionship, Y/N’s heart swelled with Harry’s stories. Particularly the one of him as a boy, where he was convinced that someone had left a giant bunny up the moon. She looked at him endeared as he pointed out the outline of the rabbit in the dark markings of the full moon. It soothed her, looking up at the heavens with someone made her confining thoughts about the ocean melt away.
This night was no different, the Princess pads to her usual spot to find a blanket spread out with two pillows. Her eyes fly to meet him and he gives her the same smile he did every night, bending down to light the two oil lamps, illuminating the jade of his eyes. “Your highness,” he bows, stepping away.
She nods, shooting him a surprised smirk as she curls up with her book. Harry eyes the old parchment she unfolds, a star catalogue, and he can’t help the chortle that escapes his lips.
“Stop it, Mr. Styles,” Y/N shoots him a warning look, not wanting to draw the attention of the crew.
“I apologise, majesty,” he murmurs, but Y/N notices the mocking smile that paints his lips.
She pointedly ignores him with a roll of her eyes, as she focuses her attention on Aryabhata’s text in front of her. Harry had challenged her last night, and she was determined not to lose.
The crew had dropped the anchor and had retired below deck a short while ago, and Harry could not help but admire the furrow in between her brows as she concentrated. Harry had spent the last few nights pointing out different constellations that Y/N simply could not fathom. Harry was amused that it bugged her so much that she couldn’t map out the stars in the night’s sky with ease. Her anklet falls on the blanket, and he’s sure that she had loosened the clasp from how much she fiddled with it while reading. She sighs, turning her attention back to the gold rope, fastening it in place, making sure to press down on the hook.
“Rijl al-Qinṭūrus”, she reads out loud in Arabic after a long while, flicking up to look at the sky. The star map had a figure of a centaur and all she had to do was find the brightest one right at the bottom. Her head cranes to find the brightest spot in the sky - the alpha centauri.
The only problem was, there were multiple bright specks and she lets out a defeated sigh, pushing her hair back, “Fuck this,” she mutters.
“Not very royal of you, Princess,” Harry’s teasing tone floats over, she finds him slumped over the bannister looking at her.
“It is the brightest and biggest star to spot at night,” he reminds her.
She narrows her eyes at him, looking back at the star catalogue again, and slumps back in defeat. “There’s something wrong with this star catalogue,” she declares. “There has to be, Harry.”
“Or maybe you are inept at this,” he smirks, coming to sit beside her.
“I am not!” She protests. “The illustrations are misleading. None of the constellations look like this,” she points to the image of a centaur holding a spear on one hand and a dead goat on the other.
“That’s because it’s meant for people like you,” he chuckles.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” She arches her brow.
“Someone who learns from books. It only makes sense the catalogue has full fledged pictures of animals on there, otherwise it would be a mess of lines connecting one dot to another. So, accept defeat,” he urges.
“Fine. Tell me where the alpha centauri is,” she demands.
“What would my compensation be?”
“How about not making you walk the plank at dawn,” she scoffs.
“You drive a hard bargain, Princess. I was thinking less along the lines of drowning and more along the lines of this,” he mutters as his hands reach to cup her full cheeks. They are warm under his palms, even against the biting gust, his thumb moves to caress her pillowy lips, eyes flicking down to her mouth landing on the crescent birthmark by her chin. They hadn’t kissed since he’d left for Lanka and every night he’d spend in her presence, Harry’s mind could not stop drifting to the way her mouth pressed against his with urgency.
Y/N eyes flutter shut, leaning towards him, nudging his cupid's bow with her lips. Her mouth brushes his as she whispers, “Not before I get my information, spy.” She backs away, observing the way his pupils dilate under the soft buttery light.
“You can’t spot the alpha centauri-”
“I know, which is why I asked you.”
He rolls his eyes at her hastiness. “No one can, because it can only be seen from the southern hemisphere.”
“You tricked me,” she gasps.
He shrugs, as he tugs her to him, wasting no time in capturing her lips against his. It was more heavenly than he’d remembered. Y/N’s hands snake up to bury them in the baby curls at the nape of his neck, bringing him closer. She melts against his chest, curiously slicking her tongue against his lips, smiling as he parts his mouth for her. She tasted like the tamarind candy she loved. Harry drops one of his hands from her cheek, finding home in the curve of her hip. It’s heady, both greedily smacking wet kisses the curve of their jaw when they part to draw in air. Harry’s heart thumps loudly against his chest, sending him rhythmic reminders that he was twitterpated by the woman trailing her lips against the stubble of his jaw. Plebeians and royalty don’t mix, and on the rare occasion that they did, it never ended well. But until midday tomorrow - when they would reach the port of Handuman - she was just a woman, made from the same stardust as him, whom he wanted to keep melding lips with.
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JUST HOW FAST THE NIGHT CHANGES (part 1)
A/N: i have no idea where im going with this, im literally just running into the darkness here, so be patient hehe, but here is high school reunion harry!
PAIRING: Harry x High-School-Best-Friend!Reader
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You stare up at the banner once again, your eyes stopping at that one letter that’s crooked. You didn’t notice it up close when you were painting it and now it’s driving you crazy, even though Bee assured you she didn’t even notice it.
But she wouldn’t notice if you shaved your head either, so it doesn’t help the situation.
“It’s fine,” you whisper to yourself, reading the ‘Good Luck Harry!’ sign over again, the crooked letter H making fun of you before you turn your gaze away.
The whole gang is here, all of Harry’s closest friends from class. Bee is taking care of the snacks in the corner, Joshua is playing on his phone sitting on the rundown sofa, Beckham is next to him, shouting directions Josh is probably not taking and Chloe is blowing up the last balloons left while Lucas is helping her tying them, but his eyes keep wandering over to Bee just a few feet away.
It all looks and feels like a usual gathering in Chloe’s family’s basement, the place you’ve hung out at almost every day after school the past few years, but today is a special day. Harry is stepping on the road to fame tomorrow so this could easily be the last time the whole group is here together.
“Nothing will change, maybe I’ll be out after the first round, who knows?” Harry told you several times when he saw you get sad about a possible future where he is not here or at school with you every day.
You just smiled at him every time and ignored the ache in your chest.
While Bee is the closest to you out of your group of friends, Harry has a special place in your heart. You practically grew up together, you went to the same kindergarten though you weren’t quite friends, then you became classmates and by the end of second grade your little gang was formed and your crush on Harry started your interest in boys. With his bright, light green eyes and mop of curls he woke those butterflies right up in your belly with just one smile.
“He’s here!” Chloe’s mum calls out from upstairs and you get everyone in order, lined up under the banner as you wait for Harry to join the little party.
You hear his muffled voice, he asks Chloe’s mum how she is as always before the door at the top of the stairs opens and his footsteps rush down until he finally comes into view.
“Surprise!” you all shout, earning a shocked expression that quickly turns into a goofy grin as he walks down the last few steps, joining the group.
“What is this?” he asks, looking around the basement.
“This is our way of wishing you good luck for tomorrow,” Chloe smiles brightly, rolling on her heels.
“Your farewell party,” Joshua adds with a snort and you poke his ribs.
“It’s not a farewell party!” you tell him off.
“Don’t act like I’m gonna be dead from tomorrow,” Harry laughs.
“If you sing horribly, you will be dead to me,” Beckham deadpans as everyone laughs.
“Come on, you guys. Nothing will change, I promise.”
“You won’t forget about your best mates, will you?” Bee pouts her lips before wrapping her arms around Harry.
“Never,” he smirks, squeezing the girl tightly.
Even though it’s supposed to be a party, it feels like just another afternoon, hanging out after school. The boys are playing video games, this time Chloe is trying to learn to use the console as well while Bee is cheering on her. You’re sitting in the bean bag with Harry, just watching them, not feeling like participating this time.
“Hey, you alright?” Harry bumps his shoulder against yours. He probably notices how you’ve been zoned out on the screen for the past ten minutes without even processing anything that happened in the game.
“Yeah,” you nod, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. “Just… thinking.”
“About what?”
You shrug, but you know he will make you give him an answer either way.
“I’m a little scared.”
“Of what?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Shouldn’t I be the one being scared?” he chuckles, but you can only give him a weak smile. “I already told you, nothing will change.”
“You can’t know that.”
“Okay, I have no idea what the outcome of the audition will be, but I know I don’t want to lose my best friends,” he says, looking around with a smile.
“But you won’t have time for us when you’ll be an international rockstar.”
“I’ll always have time for you, Y/N,” he softly says and the way he said it has the butterflies dancing around in your stomach instantly. He didn’t say he’ll have time for the group, he talked about only you.
“Promise?” you ask, peeking at him.
“Promise,” he nods and wrapping an arm around your shoulders he pulls you against him and you happily move into him.
Nervously playing with your fingers you think of the object that’s tucked away in your pocket, this feels like the right moment to bring out. Hopefully Harry won’t think it’s childish. Digging into your pocket you pull the bracelet out and look up at Harry anxiously.
“I have something for you.”
His eyes snap down to meet yours as you adjust in the bean bag so you can hold the bracelet out.
“I made it for you, so you’ll never forget me, not even when you’ll be a superstar.”
The bracelet lies in your palm and he takes it, holding it closer to his face to have a better look at it. It’s a simple bracelet made from colorful beads, one of them has his name’s first letter, another one has yours and a smiley face between them. Originally, you wanted to put a heart there, but you thought that would be too mushy.
“You don’t have to wear it if you think it’s ridiculous or something…”
“I love it,” he says as he rolls it over his hand and onto his wrist, holding it up in front of the two of you. Your heart skips a beat and heat rushes to your cheeks, you can only hope he hasn’t noticed the effect this gesture had on you.
Harry turns to you, the corners of his lips curling upwards as his eyes keep moving between yours and you can feel a moment happening.
You can’t stop your gaze from peeking down at his lips for a second and you actually catch him doing the same. Your heart is hammering in your chest so wildly, he might even hear it. He angles his body so he is more turned towards you and the basement stops existing around you for a split second, convinced that he is about to kiss you.
And then Beckham starts shouting at the screen, jumping up from the couch, completely destroying the moment.
Curling your lips into your mouth you quickly turn away and glue your eyes to the TV, but process nothing of what’s happening in the game. You can only feel how Harry’s thigh is pressed against yours and you swear you can feel him stare at the side of your head, but you’re too scared to look.
Maybe you read the whole thing wrong. Maybe it was nothing and he had absolutely no intention of kissing you.
It couldn’t have been real, he is Harry and you’re Y/N, he is about to be famous and you’ll be stuck right where you are. There’s no way he would have made a move. Not now, not here and not on you.
The party stretches a little longer than it usually does and eventually what ends it is that Harry needs to wake up early in the morning, so everyone heads home.Beckham gets picked up by his sister. Joshua lives just down the street so he is off on foot and Lucas, Joshua and Bee take the bus. You see a hint of annoyance on Lucas’ face when Joshua says he is going with them, he must have hoped to be alone with Bee.
You and Harry are the last ones to leave, on your bikes as usual. Your house is always the first one and though it’s a little longer for him to stop there, he always tags along, makes sure you’re home safe before heading home.
This time is no different, but through the ride you can only think about how this might be the last time the two of you share this ride home from Chloe’s. And it feels horrible.
Harry has told you several times that he won’t stop being your friend, whatever happens tomorrow at the audition. That he’ll always be there for you. But deep down you know nothing will be the same and these are promises he might not be able to keep because of reasons out of his control. When his career takes off he won’t be able to just come home and hang out only because you miss him. He might be on the other side of the globe, in an entirely different time zone so phone calls wouldn’t work with your schedule either.
It breaks your heart to imagine a life where Harry is not in your friend group. Where he is not your best friend.
When you spot your house down the road you fight the urge to slow down and turn around. He would think you’re silly, but you just want this moment to last forever, because right now, you have him, but after tomorrow, he’ll slip out of your hands and you can’t do anything about it.
Harry waits as you roll your bike into the garage and meet him at your front door.
“Call me when you know the results tomorrow,” you say with a small smile and you try your best to make it look genuine.
You feel terrible, but part of you is hoping he won’t get in, because that means he’ll come back home and life will continue to be the same as before. You’re such a horrible friend…
“Of course, you’ll be the first one to know if I embarrass myself in front of the whole country,” he chuckles, trying to make a joke out of it as always. He’s been playing it cool, like this audition is no big deal, but you know him enough to notice the signs that give away just how nervous he is.
You’re looking for the right words, to say something, anything to him, but at last you have nothing so you just move forward and wrap him in a tight hug. He lets go of his bike, it falls to the side with a thud as he locks you in his arms with just as much enthusiasm.
“Good luck, Harry,” you mumble against his hoodie, squeezing him tight one last time before letting him go.
“Thanks, Y/N,” he smiles as he steps back to his bike.
You stand there and watch him roll out to the road, he glances back at you once more, lifting a hand up in the air in a wave before disappearing down the road.
Harry’s phone buzzes with a text just as he exits the gym, his yellow North Face jacket swallowing his muscular form as the cold London air hits his sweaty cheeks. He makes sure his beanie is covering as much of his head as possible, a pair of sunglasses added for more privacy, though he just knows some fans will recognize him on his way home.
He makes his way down the street as he pulls his phone out of his pocket, a smile stretching across his face when he sees a message from Beckham in the group chat.
BECKHAM: Alright, place is reserved from 7, don’t be fucking late because I won’t have the server’s disapproving looks. Can’t wait to see you all.
More messages start to flow in, everyone joking around about arriving hours late just to get on Beckham’s nerves. Harry’s eyes twinkle with extra shine when he sees some special names up on the screen, Chloe, Bee, Joshua and Lucas all chime in, Joshua even writes that Beckham should have just namedropped Harry and everything would be fine. God, he can’t wait to see his old mates again!
He can’t believe it’s been ten years since his class graduated. Technically, he wasn’t part of it since he finished school privately once his career took off, but they were kind enough to include him in the anniversary as well and he wouldn’t miss it for anything. He made sure it could fit in his schedule before he goes back to touring.
He types in a quick reply.
HARRY: Beck, use me all you want. I’m giving you the right. But I’ll be there on time.
The conversation keeps rolling and Harry watches the text pop up one after the other, but he really is just looking for one name.
A name he hasn’t seen since a text weeks ago.
While the whole class is happy to come together and the group chat is almost always buzzing, you haven’t been active at all, only let them know you’d be coming at the beginning, but it’s been radio silence since then.
Harry has been fighting the urge to text you for weeks now. He would be lying if he said seeing you again after all this time does not affect him in any way. He has mixed feelings about the last decade when it comes to you.
His life changed so much and so fast after the audition that he couldn’t keep up with his promise. Not all of them, at least. Before he could process what was happening around him, he was out of school and on the road with his new band, one album came after the other and he could never be part of his friends’ life the way he wanted to.
He tried to come home as often as he could, but they all knew it would never be the same again. He kept in touch with the group for a long time, with you too. But as you all started to grow up and go on your separate paths, fallout was inevitable.
But it hurt the most when it came to you, because you were always more special to him than the rest of the group.
The two of you stayed in touch for a while, you were still talking when you started college, but it consumed so much of your time and Harry’s career was skyrocketing, you simply couldn’t keep up with the pace anymore.
He kept an eye on you though, following you on Instagram, seeing the posts you uploaded, glimpses of your life, major events, things Harry would have loved to be there for you, but he couldn’t. After a while, he wasn’t even sure you’d want to talk to him, after all, he didn’t keep his promise and you drifted apart and he still hasn’t gotten himself over that.
He swallows the disappointment down as he locks his phone and slips it back into his pocket, quickening his pace.
Harry somehow stayed the closest to Beckham. It’s been over a year since the last time he saw him, but they kept in touch through texts, so they made plans to meet up before heading to the restaurant where the reunion will be happening.
Knowing he’ll definitely have a few drinks, Harry gets in a taxi and makes his way to Beckham’s place where he lives with his girlfriend.
At the beginning Nadine was way out of Beckham’s league. She’s a lawyer, the kind of woman you look at and know that she has her life together, always had. Beckham, on the other hand, was always a lost soul, well, right until he met Nadine. She brought the best out of him and pushed him to start an IT career. It’s been two years, now they live together and Beckham is no longer the lost boy he used to be.
He pays for the ride and hops up the stairs of the townhouse, ringing the doorbell. Moments later Nadine opens the front door.
“Harry, hi! So nice to see you again! She smiles from behind her stylish glasses. They have only met twice, but she always greets him as if they’ve known each other forever. “Come on in, Beckham is getting dressed. Do you want something to drink?”
“No, I’m alright, thank you,” he returns her smile upon walking into the foyer. A phone starts ringing somewhere in the kitchen and Nadine sighs.
“I have to take this, I’m sorry. Make yourself home though!”
Before he could say something she’s gone so he walks into the living room, his eyes instantly landing on the dozens of photo frames hanging on the wall. Bits and moments of the pair’s life as a couple and before they knew each other well. Harry sees a lot of unknown faces, but he spots the familiar ones too.
His gaze lands on one particular picture that has the group in it, taken in the basement at Beckham’s 14th birthday. Piled up on the couch, everyone is laughing and grinning, he recalls Lucas said something funny before the photo was snapped. He is on the left end of the couch, pressed up between the arm and you and you’re partially sitting on his lap since there wasn’t much room. He remembers this moment, how he could smell your shampoo, the urge to curl his arm around your waist to pull you more against him, but he was too scared to make a move. If he remembers right, he felt like you got nervous when Chloe pushed you and your back pressed against his chest fully. His heart was drumming in his chest, his nose brushed against your hair and he knew his cheeks were turning red when one of your hands ended up on his thigh. He thought of asking you out that evening when the two of you biked home, but chickened out at last.
He still wonders what you’d have said, if things would be different now if he ever manned up before his life changed entirely.
“Hey man! Sorry to make you wait.”
Beckham walks in, fixing the cuffs of his shirt before holding out a hand to Harry that he takes with a friendly shake.
“It’s alright.”
Beckham’s eyes wander to the picture he just saw his friend eyeing and a knowing smile stretches across his face.
“Nervous to see her again?”
“No,” Harry chuckles, but he can’t fool him. “I’m not even sure she’ll want to talk to me,” he adds quietly.
“It’s not like you guys had a big fight, don’t worry about it. I’m sure she’s glad to see you again.”
“She told you that?”
“Nope,” Beckham chuckles, patting Harry’s back. “Come on, let’s get going.”
Harry has been extremely excited to meet his ex-classmates. He was eager to see how much they all changed, where their life is going now, he knew it would be fun to see all the different paths they took even if he hasn’t seen these people in over a decade.
The sense of familiarity that takes over him upon arriving is so comforting. Suddenly, he feels fourteen again, messing around at school with his mates, planning to play football after classes or getting ice-cream.
They are situated in the back of the restaurant, around one long table. There are some people that are a bit late, everyone starts off with a drink, greeting old friends and the conversation starts to flow instantly.
Harry’s company is in high demand, of course, and he is happy to catch up with anyone and everyone that comes up to him. He makes sure to ask them too so it’s not just him talking. He wants to avoid being the center of attention, tonight shouldn’t be about just him, but everyone else equally.
As time passes by he finds his gaze wandering towards the entrance every time someone walks in, looking for one particular person. Ten minutes, fifteen, twenty, you’re late to dinner and he fears you might not even come at all.
“She’s just running late because of work,” Chloe comments when she catches him eyeing the door again.
“Huh?”
“If you thought you were playing it cool, you’re not,” she chuckles, sipping on her cocktail. “She’ll be here any minute.”
He hums, chewing on his bottom lip as he forces himself not to stare at the entrance.
As everyone starts to settle around the table Harry slips out to use the restroom quickly. Just as he is walking back, smoothing his hand over his shirt, his eyes move over to the door once again and this time he finally sees you walk in.
And he can feel his world turning upside down.
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A/N: The long, long awaited rerun has finally come. Good luck to all Kazuha wanters! Drag him home, lovelies!
✤ SAGAU Concept: Characters are aware that they are codes, pixels, and are sentient in the player's gaming platform. When the player is offline, their programming is turned off and they gain free will.
✤ [P/Name] = Player name
✤ she/her
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「 Why is his time-limited quest so full of lore though? Like, this seems to be his story quest, actually 」
It is a good thing that when [P/Name] is online, they are all subjected to the code, thus being unable to do anything of their own will. The samurai will have a difficult time trying to prevent his smile from becoming larger than necessary.
Having Aether stand in front of him—[P/Name]'s vessel—very much under the command of the system yet definitely conscious of what's happening, still, does not help.
「 Oh my goodness, I think I'm going to cry 」
Kazuha is quite stirred, too. He hasn't had the presence of their darling player be this close after the Archon Quest at Inazuma.
At long last, following the cutscenes where he moves according to the written code, he's left to his own devices. His station is at Pudding Isle, but without Aether close by—thus being out of screen—he transfers to the wish section.
The system merely duplicates characters when necessary, though it is only one of them who bears consciousness.
After watching [P/Name] glide around, swapping islands and opening chests to hunt for wish currency, the player finally moves elsewhere—her ritual place, maybe. It seems that she's gotten enough primos.
「 Kazuha, I know you want to wander and all, but come home! 」
It is the hovering cursor over his banner that greets him when he appears in the blank void.
“So this is the [P/Name] you all spoke fondly of,” that, and of course, the new 4-star detective. “Charming.”
「 I may not be financially prepared yet but I swear I'll treat you right- 」
The way Heizou peers at the banner, curiosity piqued, is observed with unabashed delight by the other two four stars. It is without a doubt that he's already taken by their player.
Having Thoma and even Ningguang shower [P/Name] with good praises only ever bolsters that growing interest. Such is in the nature of newly released characters.
「 Kazuha, please- I have your favorite furnishing set already- CHAT WISH ME LUCK I NEED IT- I ONLY HAVE ENOUGH FOR A SINGLE TEN PULL! 」
1600 primogems—if the so-called system is merciful, then-
It takes Thoma tapping him on the shoulder for him to realize that he's being enveloped in an aura of lustrous gold.
「 CHAT IT'S GOLD 」
Well, would you look at that? He's sighing to himself in relief. I needn't worry in the first place, it seems.
In the void of black, a rift splinters through, cutting through the space and unveiling the heavenly—and hellish—wish screen. He is about to head into it himself, accompanied by a glowing widsith, when he hears a request.
「 While you're at it, can you bring Heizou, too? Thank you! 」
“Well, my friend, you heard her.”
Chuckling, he turns to the aforementioned man, who is already strolling forward with a whistle. The detective looks especially upbeat after the encouraging pats on his back.
Heizou winks. “Oh do I feel flattered.”
He can't seem to contain the excitement in his voice and honestly, he can't be blamed.
There are only wondrous stories of [P/Name]'s lovely treatment of everyone in her roster, how can they possibly not be excited to get a morsel of heaven?
“Best not keep her waiting, then.” Kazuha smiles, turning once more to jump into the blue rift. “Hm, I wonder if she has enough goblets for the two of us.”
“We'll know when we get there.”
Indeed. Nods the samurai just as he's enveloped entirely in white and gold, the rapturous sensation something he wishes could last forever.
Ah, maybe not forever, Kazuha corrects himself. For if I stayed, then I will not be able to get a glimpse of the lovely sanctuary my friends know only how to praise.
When he opens his eyes, he is on the character screen, the details of his profile listed for all to see. At his side, the new character is displayed, features subdued.
Though it is obvious that he's just as delighted to have arrived.
Screams are heard.
「 CHAT OMG HE BROUGHT HEIZOU TOO BUT I DON'T HAVE AN ANEMO GOBLET - AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- 」
If the code isn't there to keep him in check, he would've burst into a beaming grin.
So this is what it feels like... Kazuha can feel her presence, doting and angelic. To be close to you.
He feels wonderfully... warm.
「 Welcome hoooooome! 」
Right, he smiles. Home at last.
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a/n: for some reason it feels like some romance has kicked in, but maybe that's just kazuha's words. the man's just so flowery you know what i mean- but yES, MAY HE COME HOME TO YOU ALL AND MAY HE DRAG HEIZOU WITH HIM TOO!
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Hello everyone! Yes i am back once again to say some off topic stuff as usual :3 So apparently i just happened to witness smth, that i think i might have to talk about :
First of all, before i say anything i'd like to say to all my moots and my community in here -> to pls go follow her @euijoosorangepeel (yes she was the writer - euijoosorangeslice before her acc sadly got terminated) and pls go make sure to send asks kindly , ty in advance
now going onto the topic. like what you guys can see, short to the point, us smut writers are practically having to risks our blogs now, having to build our community in fear of being terminated any day.
Obviously, we do not know who are apart of this whole organization going around doing this, and there's no way in stopping them, all we can do is to learn to adapt, and prepare for the worst.
Backup - the most important thing here, is backup, I personally always write my fics, drabbles, replies, in word documents, before i copy paste them here. So if anyone is wondering, yes i have full backup, even for the photos that I use as deco on each post, i have a whole folder full of all the written documents, and a whole folder full of used pictures and decoration banners. And It might be a hassle, but the safest place, is your own computer storage in this case. So i think it'd be smart to keep all written posts, copy pasted in word documents, as backup.
This is also mainly why, you probably never see me complain and scream in agony in random rants about how my drafts get deleted or how tumblr completely reset my writing progress. Because i write everything in word until all is complete & have been checked, then i copy paste it and add some deco and post it in a few min.
So yes i don't have much advise, but this is the best i could give.
To the smut writers that have gone through this nightmare, including my dear moot, i wish you all the best of luck and a safe and happy restart on your careers
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hello! could i request lisa, ningguang, yae miko, beidou, and ei x reader but their realities are switched? they're in the real world and reader is a character in genshin impact. would they pull for reader? reaction to reader's teaser/trailer, ect. i hope this isn't too much hope you have a great day :D
Would She pull for You if You Were a Character?
(Irl!AU Roles Reversed)
Characters: Lisa, Ningguang, Yae Miko, Beidou, Raiden Shogun x gn!reader
Warnings: None
A/n: You guys already know I’m a pure sucker for Irl AUs <3 this one in particular I feel is a really interesting headcanon just cause my sole reason to pull for characters aren’t because their kits or anything but cause I think they’re pretty
• Lisa is the lazy type, she doesn’t speed run events or farm for chests. She lets her primogems pill up until she finds a specific cutie that catches her eye. However whenever a cutie is released, she goes crazy for them, prefarming and everything for their materials.
• Your character in particular was teased many months prior to your release date. Just your character design awkwardly t-posing without animations was all she needed for Lisa to know who she was pulling for next. From that point on, she wouldn’t pull for any character/weapon unless it was you.
It was three minutes until the previous banner disappeared and yours would make an appearance. Lisa had exactly nine ten pulls, just enough to pull you, but not enough if she happened to lose the 50/50. She was relaxed in her chair however, her head resting in the palm of her hand which was balanced on her wooden desk. Not a sign of anxiety, she was determined that you two were fate, you were bound to belong to her.
Two minutes left until your banner was released, she licked her lips as she looked at your teasers from Twitter on her phone. She practically had hearts in her eyes, as she prepared herself. She found herself analyzing every detail of your character on your official character art until the banner switched.
She wasted no time pressing the 10 pull option, she was confident that she didn’t even need all 90 of her wishes. Her eyes illuminated as the blue color of the screen faded from a purple color for a split second to a golden arch. “Fufufu~” she let out. She knew it was fate.
Just three left clicks of her mouse was all it took to see you appear in a 2D form, she just had to take a picture to flex on Jean. She spammed through the other seven wishes, spiraling around your character as she looked at your 3D model that was already placed in her empty party.
She had waited three long months for your character, excited to scroll through your friendship level one voice lines, even the smooth animations that you did whenever you completed an attack combo. Her love for Genshin was reestablished as she farmed for your artifact set for the next three months.
btw she def took your character to that ladder spot in Mondstadt where the characters walk up it slowly to the beat of that tiktok, iykyk. She just couldn’t control herself.
• Ningguang is that stinky rich girl everyone was jealous of. Everyone thought she was daddy’s money but in reality, she just invested her money wisely. That meant you better believe she’s a Giga whale. Genshin is just a hobby for her however, she would only really play every once in a while.
• That was until she saw a teaser of the newest character on Twitter. She’s never felt so hyped for a character, she was less invested in your playstyle and kit and more in your character design. Yes, your abilities were a perk, but she was focused on many different assets.
Ningguang sighed as she stared at her grand total of 11 accumulated wishes. Knowing her luck in gacha games she knew she wouldn’t be able to pull you with that small amount. Because of this, she tapped her heavy, thick, black express card on her glass desk anxiously, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears as she crossed her legs.
She bit her lip while she stared at your banner, even if the gods didn’t want you two to be united she would fight against all odds with all her copious amounts of money. With a single click of her mouse, she pulled her ten pull, the star unsurprisingly gleaming purple. She grunted “Just my luck,” before skipping her rewards and immediately going to the shop.
Buying just enough for 80 pulls, she took a deep breath. She would go insane if she had lost the 50/50, preparing for such a circumstance nonetheless. Her eyes rolled all the way back in her skull as she spent each wish to no avail. It really made her hit hard pity as she groaned once again.
The gold star not even phasing her as she was severely disappointed that it felt like she was getting scammed by Hoyoverse. When your player card appeared in bright colors she was practically ripping her golden-hued hair out, secretly hoping if anything that she would have left over wishes for a single constellation.
Regardless she spent the next hour smirking at your 3D model in satisfaction. Watching your idle animations and your voice lines. Getting ultimate satisfaction as she clicked ‘e’ to watch your abilities. It wasn’t long till she found herself staring at your weapon banner, thinking about topping up again just because. “It would look quite weird to put a four-star weapon on a five-star wouldn’t it hmm,” she mumbled to herself while she pictured you wielding a weapon that perfectly fit your aesthetic.
• Yae Miko was interested in everything about the game. She rolled for whoever was cute, beneficial for her team, or just cause she liked seeing big numbers. Whenever Hoyoverse made their characters cute, strong, and interesting, that was a win-win in her book.
• When your character was released, whether you were meant to be a DPS, support, or healer, she was determined to pull for you. Impressing others, big numbers, her financial situation, nothing mattered anymore. Your character design alone was enough to entice her to pull for you.
Since your banner was teased three months prior to your actual run, she made sure she had an adequate amount of wishes for at least one copy of you. She had prepped for months, regardless of who gets a rerun or who was announced within the time that it took for you to release. She had exactly 180 wishes, ready for that small chance that she was super unlucky and hit hard pity and lose the 50/50 simultaneously.
Her sharp nails tapped against the desk in stress, with her saved wishes and scheming she was confident that you’d be finally hers. It was the matter of how many copies she could pull of you, if you were both strong at C1 and cute it would mean the world to her.
She took a deep breath, as she clicked the 10 pull option. The wishing session began, she even had your theme music playing in the background. She firmly believed in manifestation, even going to an area on the map that meant significant importance to your character. Lastly, she had her fourth spot open just for you to auto-join her party, the other three members were characters that you interact with frequently.
All of these rituals would create the perfect conditions for you to come home to mama. To no surprise however, her first 50 wishes were to no avail, only pulling copies of the four-stars and occasional weapons. When she finally hit soft pity she began getting anxious. “Don’t be difficult with me little one,” she mumbled. Biting her lips she clenched her legs together in anticipation.
She must’ve been at least 70 wishes in to pull at least one copy of you. She had to take a breather before going after constellations, spiraling the screen around your avatar. She admired your hit animations, your elemental skills, and your voice lines. She’d probably even take you to a hilichurl camp at level one just to get one shot on accident in a world level eight with no hope and less than 500 hp.
• Beidou isn’t rich or anything, but she is definitely a whale. She plays Genshin like it’s a new pokemon game, she has to collect them all or she doesn’t feel complete. She might even stream her pulls on twitch for all three of her loyal viewers, Ningguang, Kazuha, and Xinyan.
• Beidou hadn’t been genuinely excited for a character in a while. But when your kit was released, your talent scaling, your constellations, she just had to C6 R5 you. She doesn’t make the rules, it was already determined the moment you released she’d drop 800 on the game.
Beidou focused as she proceeded to purchase $500 worth of genesis crystals. Unless she was extremely lucky, it wouldn’t be enough to C6 R5 you. She wanted at least all of your constellations, and if lucky two refinements of your signature weapon. She smiled at her webcam as she prepared herself by going to her lucky corner of the map.
She had pulled all her characters in one specific spot, strategies were nothing without a little bit of preparation and rituals. Her viewership consistied of Ningguang spamming in the chat about how ridiculously stupid and financially incompetent she was, Kazhua praying for her, and Xinyan gassing her up. As Beidou smirked at Ningguang’s rage she pulled up the wishing screen. “Watch this sugar plum,” she said as calmly and collected as possible.
She clapped her hands together once before shouting “Okay!” as a bead of sweat dripped down her forehead from the combination of nerves and humidity. She gripped her mouse in determination like it was some scene from the movies, ready to speed run through all the wishes.
It didn’t take long for her to blast through 100 wishes by pressing the skip button. Maybe if she continued another minute or two for another 100 she would be counting down her luck as she continued to hit soft pity. Regardless of if she took you up to C6 or not she at least had one copy. Switching her agenda towards the weapon banner.
She prayed for herself, genuinely hoping she would not have to top up again, financial stability wasn’t a problem for her. It was just the teasing Ningguang in her chat that she’d have to deal with the next month if she didn’t hit her goals. Whatever the case was she exited the wishing screen, admiring your character’s idle animations before she continued to wish. “Look at this beauty eh?” she bragged with a big smile.
• Ei probably plays Genshin because Miko forced her to. She doesn’t really have any real passion for video games, let alone Genshin Impact. Because of this, she doesn’t really farm for any primogems, wishing whenever she gets exactly 160 because she lacks the patience.
• Ei probably pulled you on accident, she was unintentionally building pity throughout the many banners only for yours to land exactly on the 90 wish hard pity mark. Miko saw how beneficial you’d be on Ei’s team so she forced her to build you. It wasn’t until she realized how cool your character was that she actually began caring for the game.
Ei sat up in her bed lazily as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, a scowl on her face when she received a text message from her dearest friend Yae Miko to hop on Genshin Impact. Such a tedious game she felt, how pointless to farm this digital form of currency. Nonetheless, Ei searched for the Paimon insignia application on her phone, accepting the unusually fast world join request from her friend Miko.
Rolling her eyes deeply as she immediately hounded Ei to complete her commissions, even forcing her to turn them in for rewards to that strange Katheryne lady. Once she had seen that she collected exactly 160 of the star currency she ignored all of Miko’s petty teasings. Not hesitating to click on the limited banner and spend the single wish.
A single blue light shined on her screen, quickly turning a golden hue. “Huh?” She mumbled to herself, she’d pulled five stars before, but didn’t care much. Miko probably cared more now that she thought about it. It didn’t take her long before she changed her second party member, your character popping out of the blue.
Miko wasted no time facetiming Ei, only to receive her cold-hearted ignorance and a swipe up to ignore the buzzing notification. Ei didn’t understand the commotion, but she supposed your character was kind of cool. When your splash art flashed on her screen she would be in lying if she said her heart didn’t pound in momentary excitement.
Miko kept spamming her with calls, texts alike, in-game trying to explain the hype of what exactly she had just pulled. Upon hearing the confirmation that she needed from Miko, she used all the on-hand materials she had to level you up, your talents, your weapon. Even searching online the best artifact set for you, locations for your ascension materials. “Help me with the talent-book domain,” Ei typed, ignoring all of Miko’s cries in the chat.
#lisa x reader#ningguang x reader#yae miko x reader#Beidou x reader#raiden shogun x reader#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#lisa minci#Ningguang#yae miko#beidou#raiden shogun
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what your favorite proseka ship says about you
ichisaki: you will fight everyone who says leo/need is boring. JUST LOOK AT THESE TWO? THE POTENTIAL FOR DRAMA AND FLUFF? UNRIVALLED
shihonami: you melt everytime shiho compliments honami’s abilities. you know when you have them together in lives and shiho says something and honami squeals? you do, too
polyneed: you’re very smart you love these girls and think they deserve to be happy (and also three girlfriends) also you probably think going from a four-way divorce to all dating is really funny
minoharu: your favorite kind of dynamic is goddess x mess of a lesbian. also ships where they both admire one another but one of them thinks they’re unworthy and/or the other doesn’t think as highly of them but in reality they adore them as much, if not more >>>>>>>>
shizuai: your favorite dynamic is boke x tsukkomi with a healthy dose of drama
minoshizu: you think the lack of braincells is what makes this ship so good. also the one who felt like she had to lie to be liked and the one who does her best but no one seems to support her? mwah
polyjump: SCANDALOUS! these four idol girls are IN LOVE AND THRIVING!
anhane: you want a relationship like theirs SO BAD, you’re so ready to hype the hell out of your potential s/o SO BAD!!! that or you just like galpals who are actually girlfriends
akitoya: you either hate when people call toya “blue todoroki” or you not only keep doing it, but also cackle everytime anyone does it. the romantic “bro” “bro...” exchange is where love peaked, actually
akian/toyahane/akikoha/antoya: holy shit you have a ton of willpower good luck going on tiktok dude
ruikasa: hee hee they make the nb flag- you think there’s an inherent romantic aspect of blowing stuff together (even though that “stuff” tends to be one of you...)
emunene: opposites attract and funky hair colors are your SHIT you probably also fall asleep reading fluff
emurui: you firmly believe there’s an inherent romantic aspect in causing chaos and the downfall of all human beings... probably
ruinene: say it with me, folks! CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS! CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS! also, you never fail to notice that voice rui uses when talking to her
polyshow: you saw all these candy coloured idiots and went “you know what’s the best outcome to this? all of them kissing each other”
sakurako/literally anyone in wxs: you think sakurako deserves a banner. and you’re right. special mention to sakunene (they sing love songs together claiming its “practice”) and sakukasa (they scream each other’s names and then kiss)
kanamafu: you kin mafuyu. i have not seen a person who loves kanamafu and doesn’t kin mafuyu. what’s up with you guys. are you okay (no you aren’t you kin mafuyu. my best wishes)
mizuena: WHY DOESN’T MIZUKI TELL HER THEIR SECRET WHY DOESN’T MIZUKI TELL HER THEIR SECRET WHY DOE-
kanaena: remember what i said at shihonami with the lives? you, but when ena uses The Kanade Voice. also, like anhane, you’re ready to support your s/o, if you want one!
mizumafu: just think of it for a minute... the one who’s ostracized because they stick to their real self and the one who’s praised for a fake and doesn’t know who she is... IT’S POETRY! ROMANCE!
kanamizu: kinda like kanaena, you love how supportive they are of one another. carnation recollection is most likely your favorite event as well.
mafuena: you like rivals to lovers but in the sense that one of them wants to rip the other’s throat and said other is just chilling, busy with their own problems (and then they come to understand one another and kiss)
mizurui: you’re SO SAD for middle school them. they were IN LOVE damn IT they’re so PRECIOUS LOOK AT HOW MUCH THEY’VE GROWN...!
mizuruikasa: why should mizurui and ruikasa fight, when they can all kiss each other?
anharu: you saw that one 1koma that was like “friends and rivals!” and you went oh. oh i can make something out of this HEHEHEHEHE
kohamino: you believe in the inherent romanticism of taking care of little animals together
anhaneminoharu: listen. they go on double dates a lot, that is canon, we’re all sure, but what if... what if they took the double out of double dates?
mafukasa: have they met? no. does it matter? also no. you will whip out the analysis-es or type an entire essay yourself LOOK AT THEM, EVEN THEIR PALETTES ARE OPPOSITES? WHY ISN’T COLOPALE LETTING THEM ME-
kanahona: you believe in the inherent romanticism of being married before even dating
akikasa: you think the key to a good ship is making sure one of the parts is suffering every second because WHY THIS IDIOT I’M GONNA CRY IT COULD BE ANYONE, LITERALLY ANYONE ELSE, BUT NOOOO... and the other part is just. existing
mizumino: you think minoharu’s invalanced because minori is... minori, so maybe she’d be better off with a fan who’s as excited as she is that she has a fan like that
aisakiemu: well, they got the valentine’s event! must’ve been for a reason! also they’re so pink and so cute and so precious... they would be so adorable together, listen!
mizuakikasa: well, they got the white day event! must’ve been for a reason! you hate akito shinonome. (you say this in the most loving way possible)
polyleader: you don’t care anymore, you just want them to interact again, like, i swear, they interact once IN A YEAR, you’ll take ANYTHING. PLEASE
ichinene: their little singing lessons are so cute. when ichika compliments nene and she blushes! and when nene compliments ichika and she blushes!
kanaichi: they’re soulmates. yes, just because they both like miku and each other’s hair. that “i’ve heard that voice before...!” thing they have going on is so soulmatey, woah
mafushizu: you think shizuku would love mafuyu even after revealing who she really is to her. and she would. she understands her struggle and sympatizes with her. and then they kiss
kanamino: “she’s shining...!” and that’s all you needed to want them to kiss. kanade’s been trying to save people for too long. minori’s been trying to spread hope for too long. they can let the other rest. they can be the help they need
mizusaki: they’re both interested in fashion and they’d dress each other up in their styles! they’re soft pink gfs (gender neutral (?) and that’s what true love looks like. also, you’ve probably read that one akikasa fanfiction
toyakasa/sakitoya: ... good luck.
enairi: there’s something really beautiful in watching your friend grow into someone important, and being so proud, but noticing they don’t like what they’re doing, supporting them through it, and seeing them rise and do what they love again
shizukasa: you have colopale on a STRONGHOLD why don’t they interact more often they’re childhood friends they go to their sisters’ concerts together everytime they hang out and someone comes to bother shizuku tsukasa acts as if they’re looking for him until they leave them alone and then-
polypicnic: Mizuki’s Many Many Beautiful Girlfriends. it’s what they deserve, honestly!
polyfantasista: iranai, subete wa iranai ojike (ojike) dzuita yabo no try
manzoku nante soko ni nai menimieru awarena miraiomoidori ni dekiru life-te ni dekiru ka wa anata shidai kakushi tari nanka wa shinai dare yori mo hokorashige ni dekiru maindohora kono sakai no naka hoka ni wanai tashikana mono jibun igai wa kaimu
#proseka#ruikasa#akitoya#anhane#project sekai#colorful stage#prsk#ughgughgughghguhgh#i am missing SO MANY ships but i think these are the most popular ones#maybe a part two? it's late and i'm sleepy#sorry for my absence i forgot i existed for a sec#trying to replicate my onehit wonder with proseka and realizing how wordy i've become lmao#anyway#i usually gloss over ships i don't like but there's a ship i LOATHE with a passion you won't guess which one it is#if you do i'll... idk. write an entire fic for you i guess! yeah. yeah i'll do that
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Hmm…I have a green banner on my iPad and a purple one on my phone. Why there are different images saved on tumblr on different devices is beyond me, but we’re going with this one so I don’t have to go find my phone.
I am off work this week and HOPING that means I get some words down. I did get a good chunk of a scene for Depth of Reason written on Monday (let’s hope third times the charm for getting this next chapter up and running!) so here’s a little something from that:
“Ok, one, I most certainly was not a teacher’s pet,” he says with so much defensiveness I bark out a laugh at how ridiculous he is. “Two,” he goes on, ignoring my outburst, “Not everyone was a fan of my mother and her policies—”
“And I’m sure you know exactly who loved working with her. So don’t go acting like it’s some big obstacle,” I say, cutting him off.
“And three,” he plows on, “I was only top of our class because Bunce wasn’t there to claim the crown.”
There’s no crown. Only a stuffy old sash the top student wears while giving their speech that they don’t actually get to keep. And a plaque that they do. (I’ve seen it, casually displayed on a bookcase in Baz’s living room, close to where his certificate from Oxford hangs on a wall. The prat.)
Is certificate the word for it? Instead of diploma? Is my American-ness showing? 😅
I’m heading to a cafe later today to write more. Same place I banged out the bulk of the first chapter last summer. Wish me luck the good writing juju is still there!
Thank you for the early tag today @ic3-que3n! Tagging @fatalfangirl @cutestkilla @captain-aralias @artsyunderstudy @aristocratic-otter @facewithoutheart @raenestee @thewholelemon @yellobb @theearlgreymage @blackberrysummerblog @ebbpettier @johnwgrey @ivelovedhimthroughworse @ileadacharmedlife @palimpsessed @larkral @hushed-chorus @whogaveyoupermission @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @toonysart @forabeatofadrum and anyone else who sees this and wants to share 💛
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