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mindofharry · 5 months

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Can’t catch me now | hunger games!harry

The nation of Panem is divided into 12 districts. Each year, two representatives from every district are chosen at random to compete in The Hunger Games. This so called game is the most brutal thing you will ever do, and only one person comes out alive. You are told to play the game and that means doing the most unthinkable things to win.

In district 1, Harry Styles is the most desired man at the moment. With his muscles and long hair, nobody knows if they want to be him or fuck him.

In district 12, Y/N L/N is the underdog. She liked that. Her kindness is her greatest gift and she’ll never let go of that.

Y/N is open with her other districts. She’s a nurturing nature when they were all training, especially for the younger kids. Harry thought she was naive and weak. He didn’t like how pure she was. He couldn’t find anything wrong with her and he couldn’t understand why. Shes from district 12, she should be mad. But she’s not. She’s smiling and giggling, and twirling around like she’s not about to enter a blood bath.

“There’s something wrong with her,” Tori murmured, picking up a gun and looking over its parts. Harry shook his head.

“Definitely. At least we know who’ll go out first,” Harry said, making Tori laugh.

Y/N smiled to herself as she overheard the two. Good. She liked that. They don’t see her as a threat.

She has a plan and if everything goes well, she’ll be the next victor of the hunger games.

After two weeks of intense training, media work and having the best meals of her life — Y/N was ready to enter the game. She felt prepared, well however prepared you could be in this game. Her mentors gave her valuable information and she hopes she’ll do them proud.

“Remember, straight for the trees. The cornucopia is no use to you as of right now, ok?” Her mentor, Lila, advised. Y/N nodded and bit her trembling lip. Her eyes filled up with water and Lila tutted.

“Save the tears for the cameras. They’re always watching. Remember who the real enemy is, Y/N,” Lila whispered, pulling her into a tight hug.

“I hope I do you proud,”

Lila smiled, “You already have,”

The speaker called out ten seconds. She had to get in her pod.

“See you on the bright side,” Y/N grinned, getting into her pod. The door closed straight away and her heart pounded, sweat pouring down her face.

“Use your gifts, Y/N,” She whispered.

Suddenly, it all felt real. There they all stood on the podiums, waiting for the canon to go off. Y/N’s hands shook as she waited for what felt like an eternity. She swallowed and let out a breath.

And then, it happened. The games began.

She ran so fast to the forest, she thought she was flying. She quickly hid behind a bush as people started filing in behind her.

“You know who I want to kill? That little snow white girl. Y/N,” Tori said, cutting branches away with her knife as they walked through the forest. Y/N swallowed and tried to stay as still as possible.

“You’ll get her. We just need to focus on shelter right now,” Harry reasoned, the other allies in his group agreeing.

The retreated into the forest and Y/N was in the clear.

“Assholes,” She murmured, wiping down her trousers. A beeping noise came from the trees. A gift. Y/N grinned. She opened it up quickly, finding a knife.

kindness is the greatest weapon of all — but here’s a little help ~ Lila.

Y/N giggled and put the knife in her pocket. She was going to be just fine.

A few days passed and Y/N had only killed two people. People she had tried to help. But she had no choice. Now she had a bow and few arrows, so she could properly hunt. She used this in her district to help out her mother, so she was pretty handy with it. After shooting a rabbit, she went back to her camp to cook it. Only to fine Harry and Tori sitting down on a log, smirking at her.

“Well, Well, Well,” Tori taunted, walking up to Y/N.

“You lasted longer than I thought you would, I’ll give you that,” Tori said, Y/N cleared her throat.

“Thanks?”

Tori hit the back of her knee, Y/N fell to the ground. She clutched her bow quickly, and shot at Tori. The arrow shot into her stomach and her face went white.

Harry yelled and ran towards Y/N.

A click stopped him.

His foot was engulfed in a bear trap. His other allies walked out of the woods with a laugh.

“It was meant for her, but if the shoe fits,” Alex, a boy from district two laughed. Harry’s face morphed from pain to anger.

“What do you mean? Get me the fuck out of here!” Harry yelled, his voice hoarse. Y/N looked between the two and noticed the guys gun at the ready. They were going to kill Harry and then Y/N.

Not on her watch.

“Oh, for fuck sake,” Y/N groaned, pulling her arrow and shooting straight for Alex’s head. He dropped immediately. Gun shots rang out, aiming at Y/N. She ducked and shot another arrow.

She didn’t miss one.

All three of them were dead and Y/N quickly ran over to Harry.

“Why are you helping me? I was going to kill you,”

Y/N shrugged, “Kindness is the best weapon,”

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thestoryofusstan · 3 months

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harry styles masterlist

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little fay | fay!reader x harry

summary: amidst a fay hunt in your village, you fled to a different town far away. a human town. wanting to keep your identity a secret, you allow the townspeople to name you angelina. you're doing fine in the town until a mysterious man appears for unknown reasons. harry. and you don't trust him one bit.

oneshots

look into his angel eyes | zoologist!reader x harry

summary: harry takes his niece to the san diego zoo, and you just so happen to take care of the animal she’s obsessed with. koalas.

blurbs / drabbles

holiday specials

have yourself a merry little christmas | harry styles x fem!reader

summary: in which y/n's friends book her an amazing gig, but they don't mention anything about her favorite singer being in attendance.

all i want for christmas is you | harry styles x fem!reader summary: harry shows up at your show twice. you're more excited the first time. (part two)

#harry styles #harry styles fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles x reader #harry styles oneshot #harry #harry fic #harry styles angst

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rayassecretlife · 1 year

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You can let it go

Pairing: Aged up!19 year old Neteyam Sully x Fem!Omaticaya!reader

PLEASE READ PART 1 TO UNDERSTAND

Summary: it’s your birthday, and your best friend throws you a surprise party, giving you one of the best birthdays you could have ever asked for. But of course, it had to end with your dad at the door.

Warning(s): Sloww burn, You and Neteyam’s “friendship” being the cutest thing ever, literal idiots in love, Mentions of self h6rm, ab^se, Neteyam admitting his feelings, blood and fighting, mature language

Glossary: Nìtam: Enough | Neto, vrrtep!: Away, Demon!

This is pretty long, fair warning.

“Y/N! Happy birthday!” Tuk greeted you as you entered the sully’s cave where Lo’ak and Neytiri sat, Neytiri braiding her youngest son’s hair. “Mom, Y/N’s here!”

She looked up with a smile, waving you over to her. “You are 20 now, yes?” You shook your head, sitting next to the woman as she took your hand in hers. “Ah, 19. I forgot” she apologized, clasping her other hand over your knuckles. “Happy birthday, Beautiful girl” your cheeks flush at her words, a smile tugging harshly at your lips.

“Thank you, Neytiri” She places a hand on your cheek before pulling you into a hug, her hand rubbing your back. “Where are Jake and Neteyam?” She laughs, pulling away from you with a raised eyebrow.

“I always know what you’ll say when you come here” Your forehead creased at her words but when Lo’ak started to laugh you instantly understood, kissing your teeth at their joined laughter. “It’s okay, they are out hunting” you nod, pulling Tuk onto your lap. Her hair was also freshly done, new gold pieces attached to some of her braids.

“Your hair is cute, Tuk” she smiled brightly at your compliment, nodding her head and showing you the gold piece.

“Look what mom put in!” She shows you excitedly, Neytiri let out a small laugh as you nodded in agreement, fixing some of the pieces that stuck up. “Mom! You should do Y/N’s hair for her birthday!” You looked over at the woman, watching her eyebrows raise with a closed mouth smile.

“I don’t know… I have no idea what I’d even want” Tuk whines at your response, taking one of your braids between her fingers.

“I have the perfect thing in mind, you just have to sit still” You looked at Lo’ak as she finished his last piece, his shoulders shrugging and you rolled your eyes. He was no help.

“Okay, I trust you” You switched places with Lo’ak, sitting between the mothers legs so she could instantly get to work, starting to undo your previous braids.

“What are you planning to do for your birthday?” She asks and you shrug, fingers fidgeting against one another in your lap. Lo’ak noticed your expression and looked to his mother, watching her eyes soften. “You should not spend it alone, you know”

“I was just going to spend it like every other day. I’m only 19-“

“It’s not any other day, Y/N. It’s been years after you passed your rite of passage, you know what the people are saying” you sigh at her hurtful words, shaking your head.

The sully’s found out about your father only a month after your mother passed, Neytiri practically taking you under her wing for stuff like your rite of passage and finding an Ikran. She truly was like your second mom, and always threatened she’d kill your father if she ever saw a bruise on your body.

Your mother was very close to her since they were young, and your almost sure Neytiri made a promise to her that she’d keep you safe no matter what. She’d almost always offer you to stay with them overnight, hating the fact you when home to that demon of a father. Sometimes she’d even find herself watching you from afar with him, making sure he didn’t lay a hand on you.

You thanked Eywa that Neteyam didn’t tell anyone about you hurting yourself, you knew Neytiri would go crazy if she found out and Jake wouldn’t let you out of his sight. But ever since then, Neteyam didn’t either.

He snuck into your bedroom almost every night to check on you, coming over in the mornings once your father left for his duties, and bringing you to family dinners like nothing had happened. He didn’t forget, but he needed to keep your mind off of it. He was terrified for you safety and you hated that, almost wishing you had never told him in the first place.

Neteyam was going through his own stuff, having to prepare for his ceremony to become Ole’Eyktan. He was still expected to find a mate which he’d been putting off for the longest, arguing with his mother about it almost everyday.

It made you feel horrible, like he had no time to think about his future because he was so worried about you. You loved him, but that’s why you needed him to focus on himself.

You we’re leaving the forest in a few days, and nobody had known except your closest friend, Alyara. You hadn’t even told kiri, afraid she’d tell Neteyam or he’d follow the two of you and hear it for himself. You didn’t want him to get hurt, you needed to get away from the forest, from your father.

And you knew he wouldn’t let you go.

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“Do you like it?” You stare at your hair in the mirror, smile brightening at the sight. You felt so beautiful, the most put together you had been in awhile. Neytiri gifted you an outfit, the prettiest braided top and matching loincloth she made herself for your birthday. You barely recognized yourself, no longer looking tired.

“I love it” You smile as she gives your arm a firm squeeze, fixing your newly done Goddess Braids. “What do you think, Tuk?” You turn to her, noticing her jaw cracked wide open making you laugh. “Tuk?”

“You look like a princess!” She clapped, running to you and her mother to get a better look. “Your hair is so long, I wish mine was that long”

“Your hair is perfect, Tuk” you lifted her into your arms, hers wrapping around your neck to give you a hug. “Thank you” You turned to Neytiri, leaning against her embrace as she hugged you and Tuk.

“Oh! I almost forgot” She pulls away, looking over to Lo’ak. “Could you go to the forest and grab some more of those fruits? You and Y/N” Lo’ak nods, standing up to grab his knife from the table as she turns to you, taking Tuk from your grasp. “Sorry, I’m just so tired from yesterday’s trip”

“No, no. It’s fine, I have nothing else to do anyway” You smile to her, beginning to walk to the entrance of the cave before turning to look for Lo’ak. “Jeez, you take forever”

“Mother, we have an issu-“ You turn around at the sudden voice behind you, eyes instantly catching onto his. “Y/N… what are you doing here?” You frown at his tone, like he didn’t want you there.

“Just stopping by… Um, me and Lo’ak were just leaving” Was something wrong? The look on his face worried you, but his eyes couldn’t leave your figure, scanning your new look like he had been memorizing it into his brain. “Are you okay?”

He clears his throat and nods, his eyes giving Lo’ak and his mother a death stare as they tried their hardest not to laugh behind you. “New look?” Jake sighs at his son, patting his shoulder as he pressed his lips together to hold his laugh in as well. “You look… new” Lo’ak practically slapped his hand against his eyes as he shook his head, watching his brother fail so terribly to compliment you. Even Tuk was embarrassed.

“Happy birthday, kid” Jake pushes past Neteyam, pulling you into a hug and his eyes widened at his oldest son without your knowledge. “You look so old, I remember when you were young and still pulling on our tails” you roll your eyes at him, pushing his away with a laugh.

“I’ll still do that” He chuckles, walking over to Tuk and pulling her up into his arms. “Are you ready to go, Lo’ak?” He nods, walking past you to leave the cave but not forgetting to give his brother a shake of his head. You look around at the family before turning to leave, eyes catching neteyam’s once again. “I’ll be back”

“Be safe” He tells you, now serious instead of embarrassed. You nodded your head, walking past the boy and following Lo’ak to your Ikran.

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“Where is that damn fruit! I feel like we’ve been out here forever!” You groan, pushing the tall plants out of your way. You had been looking for hours on end, Lo’ak not finding anything except his mothers favorite flowers.

“I give up” he huffed, sitting down on the fallen tree’s log. You didn’t want to give up, but you were getting tired of looking. Neytiri wouldn’t be too mad, right? “Just stop” You groaned.

“It’s a fucking berry! How hard can it be to find?!” You threw a small rock across the area, hitting a tree not too far from the two of you. “Jake should have came”

“Not Neteyam?” You glare at his words, watching his lips turn to a smirk. You hated when he did that, tried to fluster you about his brother. His brother that you so knowingly had a crush on.

“One sully brother is enough” You sit next to him, dropping your head in your hands with a sigh. “He was acting weird, right? Before we left?” The brother tensed at your question but quickly began to laugh, shaking his head at you. “What?”

“Weird? Jesus, you two are so blind” Your forehead creases at his words, tilting your head to the side. “Can you be honest with me?” The question scared you a bit, the look on his face also giving you some sense of unsureness. “Why are you pushing your feelings for my brother away”

“What? Lo’ak-“

“We all see it, Y/N. Hell, even my mother is rooting for you” You sigh and shake your head, setting your bow down onto the grass. “So you admit it?”

“I don’t know what to admit, Lo’ak” you look over at him, taking a deep breath as you felt your heart begin to race. Lo’ak knew he got to you, he knew you’d tell him the truth. “There’s nothing going on between us”

“It’s my Skxawng of a brother, isn’t it?” He smacked his teeth making you laugh, pushing your hair out of your face to look at him. “He’s never messed anything up, Y/N. The only thing that’s ever made him nervous, was you” Oh Eywa, how tired you’d been of going around this circle.

“I wish it was that easy” He shakes his head at your words, getting off the log to stand up in front of you. “Lo-“

“It is that easy! You guys are too scared to admit it to each other and that’s what’s hurting you” You hated that fact he was right, how badly you wanted to throw your arms around Neteyam everytime you saw him, or how you just wanted to hear his voice. “I see him sneaking out every night, Y/N. I know he goes to see you”

“That’s not what you think-“

“It isn’t about what I think, it’s about you two needing to admit to each other before my father gives him an assigned mate” you furrow your eyebrows, standing up to meet him. “My brother will be 20 very soon. The clan can’t wait for him to find a mate”

“Mating? Even if Neteyam liked me, mating is different” Lo’ak groaned, grabbing your hands to pull you toward him. “I’ve seen the way ghakire looks at him, Lo. He should be with someone who looks at him like that”

“Have you seen the way he looks at you?” Your heart beats fast against your chest, eyes softening at the brother in front of you. “Y/N, you cannot be so blind”

Before you could reply, he placed his fingers against his neck, nodding after only a few seconds. You knew that was his mother, probably telling him he needed to be back for dinner.

“Your mother?” He nods, not saying another word as he follows you to your Ikran.

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“You can drop me off here” Lo’ak spoke and your forehead creased at his words, landing your Ikran right in the middle of high camp. It was awfully dark, which was weird because it was always lit up by some sort of light.

“Easy girl” you ran your hand along your Ikran’s back, sliding off of her and disconnecting your queues. “Why the hell is it so dark?” You turned to Lo’ak, but he wasn’t there. Your eyes widened as you looked around rapidly, yelling for Lo’ak as lowly as you could to not wake the people.

But he was nowhere to be found. Now your body was clinging to your Ikran, looking around frantically as you heard the small noises come from all around you. Just as you were about to get onto her, the caves were lit up in an instant.

“Surprise!” The whole clan came into few once the torches had lit, and you could see everyone so clearly, eyes landing on Lo’ak as he stood slightly in front of you with his family. That big sully smile made you laugh, covering your face as the clan began to chant.

“Happy birthday, Sweet girl” Neytiri hugged you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You couldn’t help but smile big, watching Tuk run to you with her arms wipe open.

“Happy birthday, Y/N!” She hugged you tightly as you lifted her into your arms, spinning her around and making her laugh. “I got the perfect gift for you!” She handed you a small k necklace, your favorite colors and rocks on it with your names engraved into one of them.

“Aw, Tuk” You smile, kissing her cheek before putting her down and kneeling to her, handing it to her. “Wanna put it on me?” She giggled and nodded, pushing your hair out of the way so she could clip it.

You were too busy laughing with Tuk to realize the boy in front of you, but his eyes were only on you. From your beautiful long hair, all the way down to your feet, his eyes couldn’t leave you. It felt like he was holding his breath waiting for you to look at him, waiting for your vibrant green eyes to shine in the moonlight above you.

“You guys didn’t have to do this” you hug the family, only to realize someone was missing. “Where’s Nete?” Neytiri’s heart fluttered at the nickname, looking up at Jake with a smile.

“He is the one who planned everything, we just helped” Jake informs you, laying his hand on your shoulder with a smile as Neytiri leaned against him, his arm wrapping around her shoulder. “He’s also behind you”

You turn, eyes finally meeting his. You didn’t know why, but this moment, this feeling, it was so much. The way he looked at you, the way you looked at him—god…it felt like you lost your breath.

“Neteyam” His ears perk at your soft voice, walking toward him with a smile. “You did this?” He looked down at you with the most loving look he could ever give, a smile tugging at his lips.

You looked so beautiful. With your new hairstyle, and the new clothing that fit you so well, you were almost irresistible. As if you weren’t beautiful enough before, you’d have men dropping at your feet by now, and Neteyam would be the first.

“Happy birthday, Y/N” While you two stared at each other, his family couldn’t keep it together behind you, Lo’ak making hand motions to his brother to kiss you, or at least say something. His father wide eyed him, kiri covering her mouth so she wouldn’t laugh.

You pulled the boy into a tight hug, arms wrapping around his neck. His tail swayed like a puppy’s and his arms snaked their way around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Thank you, Nete”

You inhaled his forest scent, only this time it was different then before. His scent made your heart begin to beat faster, and your stomach churned at the feeling. It scared you, it scared you because you knew this feeling.

Mate.

You cleared your throat, pulling away from the boy with a smile but you could tell he felt it too because he hesitated to let you go, hands still holding your arm. You needed to distance yourself before you made a horrible choice, your hormones almost getting the best of you before you heard Jake speak.

“Let’s get this party started!” The clan cheered and you sigh in relief, Neteyam’s hand retracting from your arm as the rest of his family came to hug you. “So, 19, huh? I think that calls for a drink” you laugh as he hands you a small cup, reassuring you that you didn’t have to drink it but you did—you wanted to.

“Eywa, where did the years go, child!” Neytiri jokes and you laugh, taking her hand to go dance with the other members of the clan, the boys staying behind with Tuk.

“Son?” Jake places a hand on Neteyam’s shoulder, pulling his gaze from you. “It’s happening, isn’t it?”

Neteyam looks down at his feet, shaking his head as Lo’ak lays a hand against his back. When it came to mating, after a certain amount of time you have attraction to someone, it becomes unbearable and you have to mate. Neteyam and you and spent your whole lives loving each other in the dark, and this would only get harder to avoid.

As he watched you dance the night away with his mother, he couldn’t help but wonder if that could’ve been him by your side, showing you off to the clan as his own—as their future Tsahìk.

“Enjoy the party, worry about this later”

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“I will be right back” You nod at Neytiri, continuing to dance by yourself in the crowd of people. This had to of been one of the best nights of your life, and you felt the best you had ever felt.

The music around you started to get slow and you smiled at Neytiri’s voice, noticing she had been the one singing with Ninat and Mo’at. Pairs started to group around you and you nod at your friend, watching her smile.

Just as you were about to leave, fingers wrap around your wrist gently, your head turning to find the oldest sully boy in front of you, his other hand grasping your other in his hand as well.

“May I?” You blush at his tone and nod your head, letting him lead you through the crowd to an open area to follow their lead. His hands were gentle against your waist, fingertips barely firm again your skin. “Are you having fun, birthday girl?”

Your hands rest against the back of his neck, moving your body to match his along with the others around you. “Thanks to you” You looked at him through lidded eyes, thumb massaging the skin against his neck. You felt the eyes on you, but you couldn’t care, you could only look at the boy in front of you, staring down at you like you were the only girl in the world.

“You look so beautiful” The words had slipped from his mouth before he could catch them, and you watched his eyes slightly widen once he realized what he said. It made your cheeks flush, looking down to hide your smile. I made her blush, oh Eywa! I made her blush! The boy thought, ears perking while his own cheeks grew hot at the thought.

You finally looked back up at the boy, fingers roaming through his long braids. You felt like you could cry, feeling terrible that he didn’t know you’d be leaving soon. You couldn’t do anything but stare at him, fighting the urge to kiss him right then and there. You couldn’t. If you did, it would hurt him so much more when he finds out your leaving.

17 years of being best friends, 10 years of loving each other, and only one more day to admit it. Everything was so bitter sweet…and you couldn’t tear your gaze from his, trying to keep the smile on your face to shield your sadness from him. “Y/N, I…” he wanted to hesitate his words, but he couldn’t bare to look at how some of the men looked at you, like you weren’t his. But you’ve always been his, you’ve always been Neteyam’s girl. “I see you”

“Nete…” you spoke lowly, voice barely above a whisper as you realized he was leaning down to your face, one of his hands reaching up to cup your small cheek in his palm. Stop it, Y/N. You’ll only hurt him! So many thoughts raced through your head in that moment, but none of them could stop you from slowly giving into the boy, breath shaky as you tilted your head up to meet his.

Just as your lips brushed one another’s, a loud voice only made you pull away, the sound of glass shattering onto the floor causing everyone to gasp and do the same.

“Father?” Your hands fell from Neteyam’s neck, slowly walking toward your obviously drunk and violent father as he continued to yell, staring at you with the meanest look he could’ve ever given.

“So this is where you’ve been?!” You cower to his voice, feeling Tuk cling to your leg as you apologized, voice shaky with fear and embarrassment. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

“Father I-“

“And what do I find? My slut of a daughter with some boy! What have I told you about disobeying my orders!” You tried to explain but not before his hand came clashing against your cheek, the sting making your eyes water.

“Nìtam!” Neytiri yells, standing in front of you to block you from your father. “Neto, vrrtep!” Your father laughs at her hisses, her bow pulled straight at his face.

“I’m not afraid of you, just how I wasn’t afraid of Ophijah” Your ears perked as your mothers name left his mouth, about to speak up but Jake beat you to it.

“Lasaji, Turn back now, and it won’t get ugly” He stands in front of Neytiri, his knife between his palm. You protest but he shushed you, Lo’ak’s hand grabbing your arm to stop you from moving toward them. “Touch her, and I won’t hesitate to kill you”

“She is my daughter!”

“Really? Because it seems to me I’ve been more of a father to her then you’ve ever been!” You cried at Jake’s words, Lo’ak pulling your head into his chest. You didn’t want anyone to fight, you didn’t want anyone to get hurt. “Where were you when she completed her rite of passage? Do you even know the name of her Ikran? Or that today is her fucking birthday!”

“You don’t know shit, Sully. She’s a fucking disappointment! If her mother was here, she would’ve agreed!” You couldn’t take it anymore. The whole clan was staring at you, and your tears wouldn’t stop running down your cheeks. Lo’ak tried his best to comfort you, but you pushed past him and ran.

But you didn’t make it far, the piercing grip on your hair made you cry, falling back with one pull. It didn’t last long as before you could react, you found Jake ontop of your father, punching over and over while the warriors tried to pull him off.

“Jake, please!” You beg, watching the blood from your fathers mouth splatter onto the stone floor, a sight so brutal you couldn’t bare to see it. “Get off of him!” The clan pulled him off, his bloody knuckles coming into view.

“Y/N-“

“Stop, please, just stop” you pushed Neteyam away from you, standing to your feet as you held your hand over your mouth, concealing your sobs. Your father was barely breathing, laid on the ground with blood smeared across his face.

“Come on, let’s go inside-“ you shook your head at the boy, wiping your tear stained cheeks as you looked over to Jake, his chest rising high with his racing heartbeat.

You gave him one last look before pulling your hand from Neteyam, running away from the clan as fast as you could to get to your Ikran, ignoring the calls behind you. You hopped onto your Ikran and took off, leaving just as Neteyam made it to you. It was so embarrassing, you could barely see through your tears, and that’s when you decided.

You had to leave. You had to get away from the forest.

Part 3!!!! I wanted to make this a mini series, next part should be out tomorrow or Monday 💙

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alonetimelover · 1 year

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Easter Monday

pairing: Harry Styles x slavic(polish)!fem!reader

summary: Harry nad YN are spending their first Easter together, embracing their cultural differences. To celebrate Easter Monday Harry found something very interesting on the internet, hoping to make YN happy, he decided to surprise her with it - id didn't go as planned.

word count: ~1,3k (a little baby)

a/n: so i found out about this holiday in Poland and decided that it would make a fun, fluffy piece for the slavic!reader trope. if i got something wrong, please do tell me!

(another piece of wiriting with a slavic! reader is here > BRITs awards <)

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When Harry met YN, he promised himself to learn about Polish mores, some words to understand at least a part of what YN was talking about with her family back home and Polish food. Being a pescatarian excluded him from trying quite a few national dishes but YN found enough alternatives for him to eat. He loved it (or so he told YN).

Here he was, on Easter Sunday evening, researching Polish mores during Easter. For the first time in their relationship, they decided to spend those holidays together at Harry’s home in London.

The cultural differences were noticeable. YN didn’t grow up with Egg hunting on Sunday morning, but with going to church on Saturday to have food sacred. On Sunday morning there was an Easter breakfast - eggs (so many colourful eggs), the sour rye soup (yes, soup for breakfast) served in a round bread bowl, variable meat on the cold platter and, most importantly, cakes - mazurek and babka. Harry felt that he’d especially love those cakes.

Harry growing up didn’t do much for Easter. He enjoyed sleeping in for a few days, hunting eggs on Sunday and then going on with his life. His family never attached much importance towards Easter - they used those days for family time, hosting board games’ tournaments with a feast happening in the dining room.

So saying that YN’s way of celebrating was a shock for Harry was easily not enough.

“You want to celebrate the way that I’m used to?” She asked him two months before Easter.

“Yes.” He kissed her knuckles. “I want to spend it the way you always do. We’ll paint those colourful eggs and then eat this big breakfast.”

“Pisanki, those are the colourful eggs. And that big breakfast is almost not edible for you.”

“Because of meat?” YN nodded her head. “Well, then we’ll go to the local market and buy some plant based alternatives. Polish Easter breakfast with a twist. What do you say?”

“I love it.”

That was what they had done.

Harry invited his mother, sister and her fiancé to celebrate with them. All of them sat down with brushes and paint, and decorated the eggs. YN prepared the breakfast - with plant based sausage, and with two cakes baked just the way her grandma did, while Harry was responsible for taking care of the guests, saying “I’m so sorry, but I know, I’ll just ruin whatever you’re doing there, my love."

Everybody enjoyed breakfast, agreeing that soup being present was a mistake, but wasn’t untasty. Cakes did a furore - Anne asked for a recipe and Gemma promised to beg for them constantly. YN was happy that people appreciated her culture.

And when people left, just mere two hours ago, Harry and YN tidied up in the house and she went to sleep, he, on the other hand sat in front of his computer, searching. ‘What Poles do on Easter Monday?’ was a question tapped into a search bar. After clicking the first website linked, with a shock appearing on his face, eyebrows raising higher and higher with each word read, Harry stood up and went to the bedroom. He needed to visit a park tomorrow’s morning to get what was needed.

The next day YN woke up to a cold bed, which was more than expected - Harry was an early bird (woke up as early as 5 am) when YN liked to sleep until at least 6:30. After doing her morning stretches and going to the bathroom, she moved downstairs to start on the breakfast. Harry usually waited for her, so they could eat together and talk about their plans for a day.

“Harry! Baby! I’m making coffee, you want some?” She called into an (probably) empty house.

While not getting an answer, she went to the kitchen starting Harry’s fancy coffee machine. She needed caffeine.

It was strange that Harry didn’t leave any note, saying where he had gone. Nothing on the fridge, or under a fruit basket and no text either. She started to get worried when halfway through her first meal of the day Harry’s plate was still full and slowly getting cold.

Over the speakers, YN listened to Lana Del Rey’s album Ultraviolence, singing silently under her nose. She didn’t hear the back door slowly open and close. She didn’t hear the steps nearing her body. Most importantly, she didn’t hear the movement of the bucket full of water being directed at her.

“Ah!” She screeched when the cold water covered her whole body. From the top of her head to her toes, there was no dry spot. She was soaked and not in a good way.

“Happy śmigus-dyngus day!” Harry screamed, unconsciously murdering the language with a smile on his face, and started to hit YN with pussy willow branches.

“Harry! Are you out of your mind?” YN asked, trying to simultaneously flick the water from her face and catch the branch that had been continuously hitting her upper arm. “Harry, stop it!”

“What?” He asked, confused, stopping mid-air. “Why did you stop me? It’s a tradition!”

The ligt bulb switched on in YN's mind. She understood, for a moment looking at Harry with an open mouth and big eyes. “ Oh God!” She finally laughed. “Oh my God!”

“What - what is going on?”

“Harry, did you - did you find about this day on the internet?”

“Yes, obviously. Where would I get information about something like this from?” He still couldn’t comprehend the tradition that he was taking part of. What was the point of it?

“Maybe me. Someone that actually celebrates it?” YN prompted.

“I wanted to surprise you,” Harry said quietly, putting down the bucket and moving around the kitchen to get YN a clean tower.

“Listen - thank you -” she responded, after getting the towel, “- people don’t do it like this anymore.” She began drying herself off. “There is no hitting with branches. And not only boys are throwing water - it’s not gender-driven.”

Harry sat down in front of YN, getting sad.

“I’m sorry,” he apologised, clasping her hands in his. “I - I just wanted to do something that would make you feel like people around you know what you celebrate and do on specific holidays. ‘Supposed to be a surprise. Didn’t work. I’m sorry.” he kissed her knuckles, looking at her like a lost puppy. His eyes big and a little pout present on his lips.

“And I appreciate it so much.” She pecked his pout away, making him smirk. “These holidays, you've made me feel like I was back home. it means the most to me. Just didn’t like getting bitten up with a pussy willow.”

“Not a fan?” Harry’s smirk getting more daring.

“Not really. When it comes to Easter Monday, I’ve always just splashed people with water and called it a day. Well, when my cousins and I were younger, we used to just pour water on each other from the garden hose. It was entertaining. But always doing it outside of the house.” YN gave Harry a look towards the wet floor. “If not, we were cleaning not only the water but the whole house.”

“Am I going to be doing the same?” Harry asked with the same smirk from before, he enjoyed it.

“Yep. Absolutely.” YN stood up rapidly and moved to the closet to give Harry a mop. “Chop, chop!”

With a laugh, Harry gripped the mop and started cleaning. Unfortunately for him, the bucket he used was voluminous, and the amount of water on the floor was significant. While looking for the bucket to wring out the excess water, Harry lost his focus. Suddenly, his whole body started shivering from the cold liquid dripping from his head and down to the floor.

“Happy śmigus-dyngus day!” YN laughed at Harry.

Quickly enough, they both were running around the backyard - most clothes discarded in a run - under the rain of water from the garden hose. YN felt like a careless child again, and Harry decided just then he always wanted to see her that happy.

Sometimes misinformation on the internet could lead to good times, he thought. But only sometimes.

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frankcastlescumslut · 11 months

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it hurt. almost to the point of being unbearable, but it was necessary.

it had to be.

it wasn’t selfish of him to leave, you knew that. he tried his hardest to convince you it was— that he was wrong to have intertwined himself with your life, that it was the most careless thing he could have done, to put you in danger like that.

but it just… wasn’t. it couldn’t be. his absence was the last act of love he could give to you, and it hurt.

relocating was necessary. in some ways it helped; there were no traces of him to be found, no reminders or distant memories that would poke and prod the ache in your chest, just uncomfortable stillness.

there are moments when you wonder if things would be different if you never became a target, but you shove those thoughts away, burying them alongside the slivers of hope you once had.

it was lonely.

you were lonely.

acknowledgement was the first step along a fine line and yet, it was futile.

time never stopped, of course.

you found a new job. ate at a different diner. the weather changed. leaves turned to different shades of fire before returning to the earth. snow littered the ground. fireworks assaulted the sky.

you always hated the new year, just like Frank, and it was no different this time. except that it was— everything was different.

he was still gone and you were still there, alone, even if you were surrounded by swaying bodies and sweet champagne at a company party you couldn’t get out of.

he was still gone, fireworks were still igniting, and there was nothing you could do about it. there was no way to make sure he was okay, let alone alive, and that was the reality of the situation.

he was still gone.

you were still alone.

fireworks still exploded.

it wasn’t unusual for you to leave at the slightest inconvenience, but this was more than that. the noise was a constant reminder of his suffering, that you weren’t there, that he didn’t give you chance to be there— it was an attack against your very being, and your feet carried the weight for you, as far away from other life forms as possible.

you weren’t sure where you were once your feet stopped moving. the tears stung against your freezing cheeks, your throat burned with each gasp of dry air, the world spun around you.

frank was gone.

you were alone.

fireworks echoed your perceived solitude.

it had to have been a cosmic encounter or divine intervention that kept you on your feet long enough to watch a silhouette stumble towards you.

“Frank?”

no, that was stupid of you to think that.

it was the grim reaper, you decided— that felt more practical. it was time for your to pay your dues and accept the fate that had finally caught up to you.

you gave in, dropping your head in submission to what was to come. there was a moment of curiosity, if this is what it looked like when Frank’s family was hunted, if they would be kind enough to make it as quick as possible, if he would ever find out about your demise.

it didn’t matter, you decided, and steadied yourself in anticipation.

your brain felt fuzzy as you watched the figure grow closer. it had to have been the champagne, you thought— there was no logical explanation for a ghost to be hobbling in front of you.

but there he was.

dead man walking.

you swallow your vomit, because that would be embarrassing, and you squeeze your eyes shut. maybe this is all a lucid dream, maybe you could will yourself to sober up enough to get the fuck out of there, maybe you could convince yourself that he wanted to come back.

but he was still there.

he was still frank.

he looked different; his hair was buzzed and new bruises decorated his hardened face. nearly unrecognizable, you allowed yourself to see him, but there was the familiar softness around his eyes that he reserved for you.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

hey hehe 🙈 sorry for this! I was listening to Satellite by Harry Styles and couldn’t get this out of my head k bye!

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thaywrites · 2 years

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it-happened-one-fic · 5 months

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500 Followers Playlist Starter Pack: The Twisted Wonderland Version!

Thank you so much!!! I'm afraid I don't have time to do a full event (Christmas and all that jazz) but I did want to say thank you to everyone so I came up with this! I have a habit of listening to music while writing so I used few songs (I aimed for four each but didn't always make it) from my playlists to form sort of a starter pack under the cut! Again, thank you so much!!!

(NOTE: The links go to Youtube)

Genshin Impact Playlist Starter Pack

Riddle Rosehearts:

New Rules - Dua Lipa

Come Along - Pentatonix

Oh No! - MARINA

Black Roses - Charli XCX (includes cursing)

Trey Clover:

Sugar Sugar - The Archies

Gambling Man - The Overtones

Home - Philip Philips

Honey Bee - Blake Shelton

Cater Diamond:

The Tracks of My Tears - Smokey Robinson and The Miracles

Call Me - Blondie

Sweet Nothing - Calvin Harris (feat. Florence Welch)

Dance the Night - Dua Lipa

Ace Trappola:

Troublemaker - Olly Murs (feat. Flo Rida)

Jessie’s Girl - Rick Springfield

I Think We’re Alone Now - Tiffany

Fire Alarm - Castlecomer

Deuce Spade:

Waiting for a Star to Fall - Boy Meets Girl

Somebody to You - The Vamps

Hey Look Ma’ I Made It - Panic! at the Disco

Never Gonna Give You Up - Rick Astley

Leona Kingscholar:

Send Them Off! - Bastille

Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea - Fall Out Boy

We Don’t Have to Dance - Andy Black

Power Over Me - Dermot Kennedy

Ruggie Bucchi

Roll To Me - Del Amitri

Two Princes - Spin Doctors

The Way I Are - Timbaland, Keri Hilson, & D.O.E

Follow Me - Uncle Kracker

Jack Howl

Silver Night - The Rasmus

I Really Like You - Carly Rae Jepsen

Right Here Waiting - Richard Marx

I Will Never Let You Down - Rita Ora

Azul Ashengrotto:

Material Girl - Madonna

Stay With Me - Sam Smith

I’d Really Love to See You Tonight - England Dan & John Ford Coley

Diamonds - Sam Smith

Jade Leech:

Curses - The Crane Wives

She Will Be Loved - Maroon 5

Staring At You - Diane Birch

Break the Ice - Britney Spears

Floyd Leech

Out of My League - Fitz and the Tantrums

Bad Word - Panicland

Rag Doll - Aerosmith

I Was Made For Dancin’ - Leif Garrett

Kalim Al-Asim

Golden - Harry Styles

Budapest - George Ezra

Boogie Shoes - KC & The Sunshine Band

I Should Be So Lucky - Kylie Minogue

Jamil Viper:

Can’t Remember to Forget You - Shakira & Rihanna

Power & Control - MARINA

Just One Yesterday - Fall Out Boy & Foxes

Move Your Body - Sia

Vil Schoenheit:

You Make Me Feel - Cobra Starship (feat. Sabi)

Vogue - Madonna

Young and Beautiful - Lana Del Rey

Pretty in Pain - Diane Birch

Rook Hunt:

The Look of Love, Pt. 1 - ABC

Come To My Window - Melissa Etheridge

I Will Follow Him - Peggy March

Happy Together - The Turtles

Epel Felmier:

Bad Reputation - Joan Jett & The Blackhearts (cursing)

Take Me Home, Country Roads - John Denver

Cooler Than Me - Mike Posner

So What - P!nk (cursing)

Idia Shroud:

Something About Us - Daft Punk

Come Inside of My Heart - IV of Spades

He’s So Shy - The Pointer Sisters

Heavy In Your Arms - Florence and the Machine

Ortho Shroud:

Electric Angel - Hatsune Miku

One More Time - Daft Punk

Malleus Draconia:

I Found - Amber Run

Deeper than the Night - Olivia Newton John

Disturbia - Rihanna

Bad Habits - Ed Sheeran

Lilia Vanrouge:

I Love the Nightlife (Disco Round) - Alicia Bridges

Raise Your Glass - P!nk

Saturn - Sleeping at Last

We are Family - Sister Sledge

Silver:

Fireflies - Owl City

(They Long To Be) Close To You - Carpenters

When You Say Nothing At All - Allison Krauss & Union Station

Son Of Man - Phil Collins (From Disney's Tarzan)

Sebek Zigvolt:

The Glory of Love - Peter Cetera

Head Over Heels - Tears for Fears

You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift

Shout - Tears for Fears

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chelsearph · 1 year

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By clicking THIS LINK you’ll find 41 gifs that of Harry Styles in Dunkirk. All of these gifs were made by me and I don’t care if you use them in crackships, gif icons, or other things just give credit where credit is due.

TW: WEAPONS, SHAKY CAMERA

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storiesforallfandoms · 1 year

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the perfect tree ~ harry styles

word count: 1152

request?: no

description: in which they decide to go out and find the perfect christmas tree

pairing: harry styles x female!reader

warnings: none, just a fluffy christmas blurb

masterlist (one, two)

All your life you had a real Christmas tree in your house. It was a family tradition for you and your parents to go out and look for the right Christmas tree to cut down and bring home. While most people associated the smell of fresh gingerbread with Christmas, for you it was fresh evergreen, just cut down and put up in the lounge.

For your first Christmas living together, Harry insisted on counting the tradition. You weren’t going out to the wood with a saw to cut down a tree like you had before, but you were doing the next best thing: you were going to a Christmas tree farm.

It was the perfect winter day - big, fluffy snowflakes falling from the sky and softly landing on the ground, a slight chill in the air just enough to turn your nose and cheeks a light shade of pink. You were bundled up in a big winter coat and a beanie with matching mittens, with a hot chocolate in hand for extra warmth.

Kids were excitedly running between the trees as you and Harry browsed their selection.

“What should I be looking for in a tree?” Harry asked. “You’re the expert here.”

“It’s hard to explain, but you’ll know when you see it,” you responded. “You don’t want one that’s too small or too thin, but you also don’t want one that’s too big or else the lights and tinsel won’t fit.”

“No Charlie Brown tree. Got it.”

You giggled and leaned into Harry. “The Charlie Brown tree is cute when you’re little, but it’s not practical. You’ve seen how many ornaments I own. They’d never fit!”

“I do know how many ornaments you have, and i have no idea how any of mine are going to fit on the tree.”

You nudged him playfully, causing him to laugh.

You were glad the two of you had decided to go tree hunting so early in the year as it was very evident that a lot of the good trees were already being bought up. There were many thin, small trees left; the exact opposite of what you had wanted. You were starting to worry that you wouldn’t find the right Christmas tree.

“What about this one?” Harry asked, stopping in front of a tree.

You paused to look at it for a moment before shaking your head. “Not full enough.”

“What does that mean?”

You shrugged your shoulders and gestured towards the tree. “You know, it’s just not...full enough. It’s small.”

“It looks good to me.”

“Well we can get it if you want.”

Harry shook his head. “If you’re not convinced by it then we’ll keep looking for the one to convince you.”

You circled the lot several times, still struggling to find the right tree. You were really worried now that you wouldn’t find the tree you wanted. You didn’t want to leave empty handed after Harry insisted on the two of you getting a real tree, but you were getting discouraged with the lack of choice.

You were ready to give up when you stopped in front of a tree that had been hidden away behind two others. The minute your eyes landed on it you knew it was the one.

“This is it,” you told Harry. “This is our tree.”

“We must’ve passed this tree a dozen times. What makes it jump out now?” he asked.

“No way. It must’ve been hidden away. I just know this is the one.”

You and Harry paid for the tree, despite Harry’s insistence on paying for the full thing himself. The farm worker helped the two of you tie the tree to the top of Harry’s car. You were bursting with excitement on the drive home. You couldn’t wait to get the tree up and to start decorating it.

The familiar scent of freshly cut evergreen filled your and Harry’s shared home as you both put it up and you made sure it had water in its pot to survive the Christmas season. You moved around the tree, making sure its limbs were puffed out just right before pulling your boxes of ornaments from the storage closet to start decorating the tree.

Harry watched you from the couch with an adoring smile on his face. Your excitement to decorate the tree, and for Christmas in general, was so adorable to him and it made him happy to see you so happy.

You looked over at him, that bright smile on your face. “Are you gonna come decorate the tree?”

“I think I should let you do it. I’d only mess it all up,” he responded.

You walked over to the couch with your hand outstretched to him. “Nonsense, there’s no such thing as messing up the tree decorating.”

He took your hand and you pulled him off of the couch. You shoved some ornaments in his hand and went back to your decorating. He chuckled and shook his head, but proceeded to help you decorate the tree.

It took the two of you almost an hour to decorate, between the actual decorating and the goofing off you both did. Once you were done, you had to take a step back to admire the work you had done. It was a beautiful tree, made even more beautiful by the personal decorations that you and Harry had hung on it. It was your first tree in your first shared home.

“We didn’t put the tree topper on,” Harry noted upon seeing the top of the tree was bare.

“That’s usually the man’s job,” you said, reaching into a box to pull out the beautiful, golden light up star your parents had given you as a housewarming gift.

“Sounds very stereotypical if you ask me,” Harry said. “You picked the tree, I think you should put it on.”

“I’ve done so much, though. This is your turn.”

Harry took the topper, but also put an arm around your waist and led you towards the tree. “Why don’t we put it on together?”

You smiled up at Harry as he took your hand in his and placed them both on the tree topper. Harry stood a solid foot taller than you, so he was able to reach the top with ease while you struggled, standing on the tips of your toes. But he stretched with you, helping you to perfectly place the star on the branch sticking out from the top of the tree. It fit perfectly into the holding stem of the star, and the star nestled into its rightful spot with ease.

“Beautiful,” you said.

“Just like you.”

You looked up at Harry and smiled. “I’m really happy to get to spend this Christmas with you.”

“I’m happy I get to spend it with you, too. This one and every Christmas for the rest of time.”

“I like the sound of that.”

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