In the land of Mianite there where 5 friends called the Sky Travelers. No one knew much about them other than they where quiet powerful, powerful enough to battle the Taint and challenge the God Mianite. These 5 friends where so close it was said that they could talk to each other even if one of them was in another realm, but that all changed when the Shadows came into play. They played on their desires and tore them apart. Guilt, Power, Knowledge, Strength, and Control led them to their fall. Will we ever see these 5 Hero’s ever come back and unite or will it be too late?
This was supposed to be a super quick doodle for Valentine’s Day because I needed an excuse to draw the otp in my two fav sweaters but I spent way too much time on it and it still looks super sloppy. It took me 15 min to realise that I wouldn’t be able to draw Roy’s eyes closed tonight so I opened them wth?? Happy V-Day everyone!
P.S. I’m still offering commissions to support the #NoDapl Last Stand!
Hi guys! I’m finally back from my holidays. This is the first request that I finished from my list. It has been sent to me way too long ago. I apologize it took so long.
Plot: When Y/N awakes in a hospital, she has no idea what could have possibly happened to her and that Harry thinks telling her would make her hate him, doesn’t exactly help either.
Warnings: I have no idea about medicine so I hope the few medicine things I mentioned aren’t too wrong. Also: Smut ahead. Not much, but still.
Gif isn’t mine sadly.
Having Harry’s lips on mine for the first time, felt as if I had been under water all my life and finally learned how to breath. The hold his hands had taken on my hips was tight, but not too much and made me feel safe and secure, as if he’d rather die than not keeping me close to his body. I welcomed the pressure of his weight on top of me and almost whined when his chest pressed against mine. If it were anyone other than him, I’m sure I would have felt embarrassed. But it was Harry, the beautiful, handsome guy I’d given my heart to long ago, and I couldn’t imagine anything better than giving him my body, too. His tongue felt good when it slipped into my mouth and the gasp falling from my mouth was quickly shushed when he groaned and deepened the messy kiss, leaving my mind in a dizzy state. My own hands were wound into his hair and clasping the back of his neck, wanting to keep him close and needing to hold something when I felt his fingers pull down the sipper of my jeans after undoing the button. Soon he’d pull off my jeans, soon he’d be touching me with only my panties on. He’d taken off my shirt what felt like a long time ago. I couldn’t remember him touching me without feeling the warm pressure of his hands against my naked skin. His fingers sprawled out over my ribcage to hold me still. It felt right. Like his hands were meant to squeeze and stroke me like that. I whined when I felt his arousal against my thigh, a rush of both, excitement as well as fear flooding through me. My nails scratched the back of his head and Harry moaned and kissed me even deeper, the pressure of his mouth somehow comforting and instantly capable of slowing my hastily beating heart. Harry’s lips moved from my lips and to my neck, a heavy groan followed my quiet profanities tumbling from his mouth at the friction of his crotch against mine. His eyes squeezed shut in pleasure and I longed to hear him groan again. The knowledge that I made him feel good was almost as pleasing to me as the fingers he used to rub my most sensitive area, trying to satisfy the needy feeling he’d caused in my lower stomach. I whimpered and turned my head in search for his lips, momentarily getting completely lost in the feelings rushing through my body. Harry hummed against my lips and the noise distracted me from him pulling off the last piece of clothing both of us were wearing. I was brought back to the reality of the moment when I felt his naked body pressing against mine again, gently forcing me to open my legs a little further, allowing him to nestle between them.
Once he was settled and had his naked body pressed against mine, his eyes found mine again. A smile pulled at his lips and I couldn’t help but smile, too. The man hovering above me was the most precious person, someone I held so dearly in my heart.
“Harry,” I whispered, somehow unable to say anything else.
My hand touched his cheek and Harry leaned his head into my palm, kissing the skin softly. This gesture almost felt more intimate than the fact that we were naked together.
I wanted to tell him how in love with him I was. Wanted him to know how incredibly happy this moment made me, but I couldn’t find the courage. And when he moved forward and connected both of our bodies together, I was too busy holding onto him and allowing the pleasure he gave me to consume my mind, as that I could have found any words to proclaim my adoration for him.
My eyelids felt heavy as they weighed down on my cheeks and I had to try twice until I managed to expose my orbs to a bright white light and an equally white ceiling. It almost felt blinding and a small whimper left my lips as a heavy ache throbbed through my head, hurting so badly it made me sick instantly. A breath escaped me with a hitch and fright cursed through me like a lightning as I next tried and failed to move my legs. Not even my toes obeyed the command to move and so I lay helplessly on a mattress that I was certain wasn’t mine, incapable of comprehending what it was that had happened to me. The pain in my head increased but my heart hammered in relief when I managed to tilt my head to the side, finally able to observe my surroundings. My body was sprawled out on a pale blue bed and a frown took over my forehead when my eyes fell onto the tubes stuck into the veins of my arm, allowing a turbid looking liquid into my blood.
What on earth was going on?
My lips opened and I let out a small cry, the loud beeping noise miming my heartbeat feeding into the awful pain my head was consumed by. I jerked in fear when a warmth attached to my hand and I let out a high pitched yelp, but calmed quickly when a familiar pair of piercing green orbs came into view.
Harry’s pale pink lips moved but I couldn’t hear his voice and his frightened looking eyes widened at my horrified expression. The hand he’d used to touch my fingers moved up and I relaxed slightly when he moved to cradle my face with both of his palms. Harry leaned in closer to me and though I still couldn’t move, the warmth of his breath on my face always eased my nerves.
“Ha-” I tired, my voice dry and hardly a whisper, “Harry.”
My heart broke. His eyes were blurry with tears and his bottom lip looked bitten and split. His thumbs drew small circles onto my cheekbones, still looking at me with an utterly defeated expression. His face was flushed and his eyelids double their size, indicating he had cried.
“Oh, Sweetheart,” Harry sighed.
His fingers touched my skin with such care and delicacy, I wondered if he feared I’d break apart otherwise. His eyes were filled with sadness and all I wanted to do was reach out for him and hold onto him, making the pain torturing him go away.
I tried to speak, but Harry quickly shook his head and shushed me gently.
“No, no, baby,” he cooed and brushed some loose strands from my forehead, “You needn’t say anything, okay? Here.”
Harry swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple moving visibly as he let go of my face with one hand and reached over to somewhere beside my head. A glass came into view and he carefully placed a straw to my lips, encouraging me to drink. I hummed in relief as the cold liquid ran down my throat and Harry kept observing me close.
“Are you in pain?” Harry asked quietly.
I wanted to lie so badly, scared his face would fall completely if I told him how much my head ached and how my stomach started to feel like there was a hot iron stabbing me from within.
“You are,” Harry whispered, his hands stroking my skin still, before taking the now empty glass from me. “Oh baby, I’m so sorry.”
“Harry,” I whispered, “where am I?”
He looked surprised by my question for a moment. A frown decorated his forehead and he swallowed visibly. Oh god. What had happened to me? Was I supposed to remember what had gone wrong?
“You’re in the hospital, darling,” Harry answered quietly, slowly crouching down so he could come closer to my face, one of his hands traveling down to hold onto my fingers, the other still touched to my cheek, “You had a car accident when you were driving home from my place. Do you remember staying at mine?”
“Only us cooking dinner,” I replied, the fade memory of us standing at his stove whilst cooking together replaying in my head, “Everything after is a blur.”
His expression turned and my fingers clenched weakly under his hand, trying to somehow comfort him as tears spilled onto his cheeks.
“M'sorry,” he apologized quickly, “don’t want to upset you. S'just…”
Harry shook his head and suddenly looked away.
“It’s just what?” I asked.
He didn’t answer first, looking at the wall as if deep in thought. I somehow got the feeling that Harry was keeping something from me and I didn’t like it at all.
“This is my fault,” Harry confessed quietly, his lip quivering, “if you’d remember what happened, then you wouldn’t want me with you.”
Wouldn’t want him here? My Harry?
“Don’t be stilly,” I croaked and closed my eyes momentarily at the shot of pain when I forced my hand up and to his cheek in a comforting gesture. “You’re my best friend. Wouldn’t want anyone else here with me other than you. It’s always you,” I added the last part with a whisper, almost hoping he wouldn’t hear the confession.
Harry shook his head rapidly, but stopped when he almost disconnected my palm from his cheek and instead leaned into my touch gently.
“You don’t know what happened. If you did, then-” he stopped himself and got to his feet, coming to a looming stand over me. “I should call a nurse. Let her make sure you’re okay.”
I straddled us both with how loud and frantic my voice sounded, making him stop in his tracks. I reached out for him.
“Don’t leave, H. Not when I-”
“I’ll be back in a minute, love,” Harry promised, coming back closer to me so he could squeeze my hand, “Just have to make sure you are being taken care of, yeah?”
He waited patiently for my nod and only left after I moved my head courtly. Then he walked out of the room, leaving the door open behind him. I hummed and tried to move my head some more, wanting to see the room I was in. True to his word, Harry didn’t let me wait for long and soon rushed back to my side in a moment, a nurse following suit. His hand grasped my fingers, knowing that I wasn’t too relaxed when it came to doctor things.
“Hello, Ms. Y/L/N,” the nurse greeted me, a smile on her lovely face, “My name is Sarah. Mr. Styles told me you are feeling in pain, is that still correct?”
“Okay then,” she smiled, “Let’s give you some more pain killers, darling.”
She moved out of my view and I only heard some clicking noises. Harry moved a little closer and I scooted to the edge of my bed so he could sit down. He watched me intensely and his smile grew when I sighed, the pain slowly numbing.
“Thank you,” I breathed and managed to smile a little.
Sarah came back into view, a clipboard in her hands. "Your results are good. Mr. Styles has mentioned you unaware of how you got here?“
I nodded slightly, only looking up at her for a shot moment before focusing back on Harry’s familiar fingers. Noticing my gaze, he squeezed my hand gently, letting me know he was here. My heart squeezed and warmth settled into my stomach, leaving me in a tingly state. Though Harry and I were always touchy with each other, we didn’t usually have skin contact whenever we were near each other, only sometimes reached out to wrap an arm around the other or open both arms for a hug. We’d plant kisses on each others cheek whenever one of us entered or left a room, unlike we did with any other member of our friendship group. But it didn’t mean much, not to him at least. Somehow today however seemed to be different, as if he was as needy for me as I was for him, even if I knew he couldn’t possibly be. I loved Harry far more than he knew and though I’d forced myself to accept that all I could ask of him was friendship, the soft love evident in his eyes messed with my head. The delicate touches, the lips that continued to meet my palm when he leaned down to kiss it gently. Even my toes felt warm. I knew I wasn’t supposed to let it go to my mind too much, but considering the situation I was in, I found it hard to deny the hope that maybe he’d love me too.
"I can’t remember,” I began, swallowing hard, “The last thing I know is that I was cooking dinner at his house.”
I nodded towards Harry.
“We were having dinner together before she drove home and it happened,” Harry elaborated.
“Oh so the last thing you remember hasn’t happened long ago then,” Sarah spoke, “That’s good.”
“It is?” I asked.
“It’s normal for someone who’s been in a coma for two days to feel a little dizzy and to struggle remembering everything. And the fact that you seem to only have forgotten a few hours is a good sign. I am sure the memories will come back soon. You’ll see.”
“Why can’t I move my legs?” I asked, “You said I was in a car accident! I’m not pa-” I stopped and tears shot to my eyes.
“You’re not paralyzed,” Harry quickly spoke, soothing me by squeezing my hand so tightly it was almost too tight.
“You broke your left leg and three ribs,” Sarah explained gently, “And you are bruised rather heavily. We have given you painkillers and having been out for two days must have caused your muscles to have become a little slow. You’ll be able to move soon again, I am certain of it.”
I sighed and let my head fall back into my pillows. Relief pulled me in and suddenly I was very tired.
“I will leave you two to it then. I don’t think it’s necessary for your doctor to come by immediately, but I will inform him that you are awake.”
Sarah awaited my nod, then she walked out of the room. Harry watched me as I scooted over more, and frowned when I nodded to the room I’d created on the mattress.
“What?” he looked confused.
“Lay down,” I demanded, “You look so tired.”
He quickly shook his head. Harry’s hand still held my hand and I wrapped my fingers around it so I could gently pull.
“Don’t want to hurt you further,” he whispered.
I rolled my eyes. “Stop being so bloody careful with me. I’m not going to break apart.”
Though he didn’t look like he found it a good idea, Harry moved to crawl into the bed beside me, kicking off his shoes. I sighed at how familiar this felt, as Harry and I always enjoyed cuddling up to each other.
I knew it didn’t mean the same to him. Knew that Harry loved me, but never in the same way that I loved him. But I let myself pretend that he did, just because I was in too much pain to scold myself for it.
My breath hitched when Harry’s face nestled against the skin of my neck, his head tucked into the space between my shoulder and my arm, wanting to be as closely cuddled to me as he dared. His own arms didn’t hold me to him very tightly, only when I brought my hand down to hold onto and squeeze his wrist did he dare to pull me to him a little.
“Did I drink?” I hummed against the skin of his forehead.
“No,” he replied, his voice low, “the accident wasn’t your fault.”
“Then what was it that happened?” I questioned, my head clearer and free to overthink why exactly I had ended up here.
Harry always had that effect on me. Whenever he was near, I could breath and think much better than any other time. I shifted when he didn’t answer and looked at him.
His face was still turned into my skin, but his lips pressed against my collarbones and though I could see his profile. Something in his expression confused me and just didn’t sit with me right. His brows were knotted and his teeth bit at his lip. He seemed deep in thought and his prior words came back to my mind.
“Why wouldn’t I want you with me?” I whispered, “If I knew what had happened. Why would I be resenting you, Harry?”
I groaned and Harry quickly apologized when he moved, accidentally shifting his weigh onto a particular bruise on my arm. Once successful he raised so he could lean over me and my heart skipped when he leaned in to kiss my cheek.
“Don’t want you to hate me,” Harry whispered. “Need you.”
“I’m here,” I replied, lifting my arm so I could touch his cheek softly, “Nothing you could tell me would make me hate you.”
Harry shook his head. “S'not true. But you have the right to know and so I’m telling you. You are in this bed because you were fleeing from me.”
And as he began telling me what had happened, everything came back to me and I remembered.
…. flashback to morning before accident….
When I woke up in Harry’s bed, I was alone. My limps ached heavenly and a smile had sneaked onto my face before I even opened my eyes. The tingling his touch had left on my skin was still felt and my heart squeezed so tightly in happiness it almost hurt. We’d slept together. This simple fact kept playing and replaying in my head, leaving me a giggly mess. I’d slept with Harry. My Harry. My best friend as well as the guy I’d been hopelessly in love with for longer than I cared to admit. We’d been connected and as close to each other as it was humanly possibly, not only physically but emotionally, too. His kisses had been so soft and full of longing. The passion between us was so raw and open I found it hard to believe we hadn’t felt it before. How silly we’d been to never explore what was so clearly between us.
We… fit. Like Cinderella’s shoe fit her foot, even when the thought of H being a foot or a shoe made me giggle into the pillow.
My limps ached when I forced myself into a sitting position and I blushed when I could still tell where his lips had been, not only because of the many many love bits he’d left on my skin, but by the heat I was feeling there. Wherever he’d kissed, it felt like I was tingling. My ears still rang with the sound of his grunts and the moans, his voice when he’d called my name when nearing and then coming down from his high.
But now he was nowhere to be seen, and as that sunk in, I began to worry. Slowly I swung my legs over the edge of his kingsize bed and I came to a wobbly stand, my legs needing a moment to stop from feeling as if they were made out of jelly. A dull ache throbbed between my legs and I whimpered when making a step, but it was a welcome pain. It made it all more real. My bare feet carried me to his dresser where I quickly pulled out a shirt and a pair of his shorts, dressing myself as quickly as I could, already itching to see him.
What did this mean for us? What would we become now?
I didn’t hear Harry when I stepped into the deserted hallway. Oh god what if he didn’t care for it? What if this had only been a night of sex and nothing more? No way. There was no way denying the emotion in his kisses when he’d cared for my flushed skin after we’d cuddled down into his sheets, exhausted from all the pleasure we’d given each other. A simple night of sex also didn’t entail the many whispered promises and sweet words we’d exchanged. This had to mean something. Though the worry grew in my belly, I forced myself to continue to look for him and willed my brain not to jump to the worst possible possibility. He wouldn’t have run out on me. Firstly, I was his best friend and secondly, well, this was his house. And of course because he wouldn’t do that to me, not Harry. He was the kindest person in the world, only another reason as to why I’d fallen for him in the first place.
Relief flooded through me when I heard the faint noise of his voice, coming from his home office located far down the hall. I stepped closer to the door and carefully leaned closer to the wood, not exactly to spy on him but because I longed to hear his voice. Sleeping with him may have actually made me more obsessed with him than I’d already been anyway.
“No, that’s not what I meant.”
He sounded tense, rough. Not at all as kind and sweet as he’d spoken to me last night. I assumed he was on the phone, since I heard no response to his words. Aware that Harry didn’t like it when I disturbed him during one of his business calls I moved to walk back into the hall. Maybe a breakfast could cheer him up, I decided, and made my way into the kitchen, thinking that maybe a few good pancakes would lift his spirit again.
I was just about to flip my second pancake when I heard feet padding into the kitchen, indicating his arrival. My stomach fluttered, but when I turned around to face him, my smile was quickly wiped from my face. Harry didn’t look at all the way I’d imagined he would. There was no smile on his pretty lips, no warmth in his gorgeous eyes and he didn’t reach out to touch me or embrace me either. Admittedly, I hadn’t expected Harry to kiss me good morning or for him to proclaim his love to me, but his silence frightened me. He stood in his doorway and just… stared.
“Hey,” I whispered.
Harry’s face held close to no emotion and his entire posture was tense. All I could read in his expression was a question, one that I’d hoped he wouldn’t ask me when I woke up.
What are you still doing here?
I clenched my hands into fists by my sides as I looked at him, unsure how I should deal with the situation. No one was as close and dear to me as Harry was, even more so after last night. We weren’t supposed to feel this awkward around each other. It scared me that I had no idea what it was that was going on in his head.
“I thought I could make us breakfast,” I weakly explained his unasked question.
His mouth opened slightly as if he was going to reply, but he chose to stay silent. I shifted, my body tingling with worry as the sickening feeling spread, nipping at my insides.
“Are you okay?” I finally forced myself to ask him.
“You don’t seem fine.”
I took a deep breath and stepped forward, shyly closing the distance between us. Harry didn’t relax when I placed my hand on his shoulder like he normally did. The shoulder I had bitten into when he’d taken me to the stars last night.
“Harry,” I whispered, “what’s the matter?”
“I think you should go.”
My breath hitched and my touch fell from his skin. There was nothing in his eyes when my own met them, nothing but coldness.
Harry sighed and blinked rapidly before looking away. “I don’t think you should be here still, Y/N.”
“But-” I began, fighting the rising tears, “why?”
“Because,” Harry breathed and he shook his head in annoyance, getting straight to the point, “last night was a mistake.”
He might as well have slapped me. His words hit me so hard I gasped for air, my arms wrapped around my middle protectively and I shook my head. This couldn’t be his true feelings. He must have been playing some stupid game of his, trying to fool me into believing last night had been meaningless. He’d crack a smile any moment, laugh and then step forward to kiss my cheek. He would do that, right?
Only he didn’t. Instead, Harry came closer to me to pull the spatula from my hand and to crap my wrist, pulling me into the hallway and to his bedroom. I whined at his harsh hold, but he didn’t react.
“Get dressed,” he ordered harshly, pointing to the cloths I’d left on his floor. The ones he’d taken off of me so carefully yesterday, as if he’d been unwrapping a very delicate present.
“Harry!” I cried, tears spilling over and onto my cheeks at the raw harshness he was treating me with.
My exclaim didn’t affect him though, only made him leave the room and let me carry out the humiliating act of getting my cloths from the floor and slipping them on, by myself. With shaking legs I stumbled back into his living room, where I pulled on the shoes I’d discarded by his couch. All the while I was quietly sobbing, a trembling hand clutched over my lips as I shook.
How could he do this to me? The same man who’d made me feel invincible and like I’d been flying only hours ago, had me feel dirty, used and disgusted with myself. I was still slightly sobbing when I reached his hallway, where I pulled on my coat.
“Where are my keys?” I asked in a hoarse whisper, facing Harry with evident shame in my eyes.
He stood near his stairs, watching me move with an iron stare. Instead of verbally answering me, he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out my car and house keys, before tossing them to me. The cold metal hit my fingers and I let out a slightly louder sob. How could the man standing there be the same one I’d held in my arms? And above all, how could my best friend, because a best friend he was to me, treat me with such an utter cruelty?
I felt like he was throwing me away after I’d given him what he wanted. Was this all he’d been hunting for and now that he’d had me, he didn’t have to pretend to be my friend anymore?
I looked at him one last time, took in his soft curls and angel like face, but couldn’t bear the sight of him any longer after my eyes met his. Empty of love, they weren’t my Harry’s eyes. He didn’t try to stop me when I pulled open the door and neither did he follow when I stepped into the cold London air and in front of his house.
Later on he’d wish he would have though, wish he’d somehow kept me from driving away.
Harry let me leave his home, crying and heartbroken, unable to make any sense of what had just happened. It didn’t take more than ten minutes and not more than a few streets away from his home. My vision was too blurry, so much so I failed to see the car rushing towards me and I couldn’t react in time. Before I knew it, the pain in my heart was replaced by the consuming pain of burning and my ears rang with the sound of my bones breaking.
“How could you!”
My fists connected with his chest weakly as a sob fell from my lips. I shook my head in denial, not wanting to believe that the man I loved with all of my heart, my only comfort in the heartbreaking situation I was in, had been so cruel with me. The tears had long began streaming down my cheeks and I didn’t even feel embarrassed. All I was consumed by and pulled under was shame. Such a breath taking and painful shame I couldn’t help shaking and trembling. Harry was crying himself, his head nestled into my neck, holding onto me with care not to hurt me, but still tight enough for me to be incapable of shaking him off. His wet tears dropped onto my skin and his hair tickled against my jaw when he surprised me by cuddling even closer to me, his face now completely buried into my neck.
“Forgive me,” he sobbed, “I regret it all with all of my might, Y/N. You’re-”
“No, stop it,” I cried and tried to push against him once more.
With shaking arms I gasped as pain shot through me, not due to the multiple injuries, but because of the intense heartbreak I was experiencing.
“Don’t hate me,” Harry begged into my skin, “I swear I’ll lose my mind.”
“Would be only fair!” I exclaimed, shaking my head in anger, “You have made me lose mine!”
“I know,” Harry whispered, “I know I did. But let me explain, please.”
He slowly moved and I breathed heavily when he scooted away from me and raised into a sitting position. He cleared his throat before swinging his legs over the edge of my bed and coming to a stand. His red and slightly swollen eyes met mine and I could feel my heart sink even lower. Even though I was supposed to resent him right now, all my insides screamed for was to help him. He looked so hurt and lost, I couldn’t stand it.
“You made me feel so used,” I whispered in a cry, “So disgusting.”
“I know,” Harry sighed and shook his head, more tears dropping onto his flushed cheeks, “I’m an idiot.”
“What the hell happened?” I asked, “You were so different the night we- before you became an asshole you were so kind and then suddenly you…”
“I know,” he repeated, his hands reaching forward as if he wanted to hold me somehow, but he changed his mind and let both arms drop to his sides.
“I received a call that morning,” Harry muttered, his gaze set on his feet.
He nodded. “From Joe.”
Joe was a mutual friend of ours, one who was actually dating a member of my closest girl friends group. Her name was Carly, and I’d known her from even before Harry and I had met.
“What does that have to do with anything?” I asked in a raspy voice.
Harry took a deep breath before sitting down on the room I’d made him on my bed. He still didn’t dare reach out for me, aware that I hadn’t quite decided yet whether or not I wanted him near me.
“I told him that you were in my bed, you know, ‘cause I was really happy 'bout that.”
“I find that hard to believe,” I mumbled.
Harry continued, “He told me 'bout how Carly and you mentioned me when you were at their place. How you thought I was… attractive.”
My heartbeat increased. “And?”
“Told me 'bout how Carly then told you that Mary fancied me as well.”
His eyes sparkled and any other time he would have made a joke about how he was too handsome for the world and that he easily made any girl swoon, but this time he didn’t comment it any further.
“I still don’t understand what you are getting at. What out of all of this gave you the right to treat me like I was some dirt on your shoe?”
“Nothing!” Harry quickly said, “But it’ll give you an explanation as to what went on in my head. He told me how he overheard Carly telling you to better step up before Mary landed me. That you should just fuck me already, if only to prove to Mary that you could have me if you’d want.”
“Those were Carly’s words!” I cried out, “Not mine!”
“Still,” Harry whispered, “I know it’s not your fault, but all I could think when Joe told me that was how you had probably only jumped into bed with me because you wanted to prove a point. Bear in mind that I was still very surprised you’d slept with me.”
“You think I’m someone who sleeps with a person just to make sure a third person knows that I could have him? What is wrong with you?”
“A lot,” Harry answered and his hands brushed away the remaining wetness on his cheeks, “know that.”
“You thought I would sleep with you to prove a point to Mary? Didn’t you feel how much I fucking loved you?”
He flinched at my words, but I couldn’t find any embarrassment in me. So what if he knew I loved him. We were lost anyway.
“That night was everything I ever wanted. You are all I ever wanted and when I woke up, I don’t think I ever felt happier. Until you ruined it all because of some stupid suggestion Carly made weeks ago!”
I pressed my hand over my mouth and tried to calm my breathing, my eyes squeezed shut.
“I am in this bed, with a broken leg and three broken ribs, because you thought I would sleep with you to claim you as mine before Mary could. You thought I had so little respect for either of us, for you, that I would only sleep with you to win a… game? A competition? Harry, how fucking stupid can you be?”
“Please, Y/N,” Harry begged, “Forgive me. I’m so sorry, baby. I don’t know what I was thinking. I thought we loved each other that night and when Joe said those things I just… I don’t know. Felt like you were the one using me.”
“I did love you that night,” I admitted, looking into his eyes, “loved you then and so many days long before that. How could you not see that? How couldn’t you feel that?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know.”
I swallowed hard. Truth was, my heart felt broken. I couldn’t get the look on his face out of my head, the one when he’d kicked me out of his home. And never would I find his behavior that morning alright but… his words somehow made sense. I could understand where he was coming from.
“I know you are,” I whispered.
Harry nodded, staying silent for a moment before a whisper so quiet I almost missed it, left his lips. “Do you hate me?”
My face cracked and I was shaking my head before my brain caught up with it. I reached out my arms for him and this time he didn’t hesitate to crawl into my bed, cuddling himself so close to me for a moment it felt difficult to breath. His nose rested against my jaw and his sobs were felt against my neck. I shushed him quietly and embraced him as tightly as I could, my heart slowly coming back into one piece.
“I could never hate you, Harry,” I promised truthfully, “Not ever.”
“M'so sorry, Y/N.”
“I know,” I whispered, “and you do have some making up to do. Kicking Joe’s ass would be at the top of that list, but I could never not want you around anymore, H. You’re my best friend.”
“You’re my favorite person,” Harry promised in a low mumble.
“You’re mine, too.”
“I’m sorry for being an idiot. For ruining that wonderful night we had.”
Harry’s arms gently settled around my waist, his hands resting under my shirt and against my skin.
“It’ll be okay.”
“Let me make it up to you, okay?” Harry asked quietly, “For the horrible accident I have caused you to be in and for screwing up what could have been us getting together the way we are supposed to.”
“It’s not exactly your fault that I got into an accident,” I soothed him, drawing small circles onto his forehead.
“It is,” he argued and I couldn’t find it in me to fight him on that topic. It would have to wait until another time.
“You think we’re supposed to be together?” I asked him timidly.
The confession was unexpected and had my tummy flutter. He squeezed me to him gently and his warm pressed to my neck in a kiss.
“'Course I do. We fit, don’t we? Like we’re supposed to be a couple.”
“I think so, too,” I whispered, “especially since the sex was pretty mind-blowing.”
I smiled when I felt Harry’s chuckle against my skin and was relieved that we had somehow found to each other again. I couldn’t stand crying or having him cry, I prefered having him giggling and smiling in my arms.
“Don’t think I ever came so hard,” he whispered hotly against my ear and I shivered, “'Same goes for you, doesn’t it?”
He awaited my small nod, and once he received the tiny affirmation he bit my neck.
“In that case I know exactly how m'gonna make up for the stupid mistakes I made.”
Thank you so much for reading! I hope the person who requested this is happy with it! :)
Spent my whole evening in the basement making shiny balls (lol) added extra stuffs making sure the keyring is actually standing up (Took me a looooong time to figured out, I am so not good at this) my fandom otp tree is looking more and more doable~~~~~~~ (I am not sure why they made Dean looking more like Coulson? Drarry is way too cute!) I am having way too much fun to stop now.
There’s a wonderful post circulating reminding everyone that fanfiction writers spend hours and hours, days, weeks, months, years,working on stories that they provide to you all for free. Often, I feel like the quality of these stories rival (and surpass, even) that of published novels, so it’s really incredible to me that as a reader, I am able to read what essentially amounts to hundreds–thousands–of books at no cost.
Now, no one is obligated to comment on a story or message the writer to tell them how much they appreciate what they contribute to the fandom. But if you sit and read an hour’s worth of a story, please understand that it took way more than an hour of the writer’s time to create. If you liked what you read, sparing sixty seconds to write a comment is not too much to ask for, is it? It may be free media, but I like to think of it more like “pay what you can” in the form of feedback.
So, I’d like to challenge you all.
I challenge you to comment on every fanfiction you read for the next two weeks after you read this post. You can put your comment in the tags, or on a reblog post, or in the replies, or through an ask. You can put your comment on FF.net or AO3. You can even message the writer directly to tell them what you thought! But please leave some feedback on every story, even if it’s just as simple as, “Love this story! Thanks for writing!”
Reblog if you’re up to the challenge! I hope after a couple of weeks, you’ll see that it isn’t a chore or a responsibility. It’s a true pleasure. It feels good to tell others how you appreciate them and their fic. And maybe from then on, you’ll be open to doing this every time! :)
**DISCLAIMER: this is my own personal list of the six shows I have watched this year. And I didn’t watch all of it I just felt like sharing so why the hell not**
In last place:
•Kiss Him, Not Me
This show is great in several ways. I relate to the main character way too much in her awkward otaku-ness and her awkwardness around the boys. The boys+one girl are enjoyable as hell, and I even ship her with two of them (don’t remember names) but the show took on A LOT of cliches and kind of dealt with her weight gain a little distastefully at times. But it’s really funny and if you are a fanatic fangirl like me you should watch.
•Sweetness and Lightning
I couldn’t decide on which I preferred lol, which is funny since they’re completely different genres.
Sweetness and Lightning is ADORABLE AS HELL. It’s like Usagi Drop except without the weird ass ending in the manga lol. The situation the dad is in is relatable for a lot of people, Tsumugi is a delight and the food makes me so hungry. The characters are well done for the most part, and it’s just a cute slice of life.
91 Days is a completely different story. A 1920’s mob story about revenge, it’s been done before but the ride was enjoyable. At first I was put off by Avilio’s lack of character development but that was the whole point, he was completely stuck in the past and hell-bent on revenge. And he actually goes through with the revenge, which few stories like this do. An enjoyable time with a slight depressing ending.
This one might be weird, but I love Durarara. I watched all of season 1 in one day and it took me a while to finish season 2 but I did. It was bizarre, it made me panic, it confused me, it made me laugh. It was Durarara and at the end of the day I enjoyed it.
While Erased failed in some aspects of mystery and a general plot twist, this show still gripped me for a ride. The story, the concept, the dark aspects, the imagery-it all kept me at the edge of my seat. Even when good things were happening I knew something bad lurked around the corner. And a shoutout to Satoru’s mom who is one of the best moms out there. The ending was a little weird (I’d say it was better in the manga) but still really really good.
•My Hero Academia
First off, shoutout to the opener for making me want to punch a wall every time it came on. This show is short but very fun. The idea of super powers being normal and being the odd one out who don’t have superpowers is pretty neat, Allmight is awesome, Izuku is an adorable baby I want to protect and I didn’t hate his rival as much as I expected too. It made me laugh and then the ending kept me on the edge of my seat. Super excited about the second season.
First place (big drumroll please…):
Yuri on Ice. Motherfucking Yuri on motherfucking Ice.
Do I even need to discuss this one?
EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS SHOW IS AMAZING AND I HAVENT EVEN SEEN THE LAST EPISODE YET.
Excited for more shows in 2017.
(A.K.A BLUE EXORCIST SEASON TWO HOLLA HOLLA!!!!)
So guys since I’m kinda stuck on Nerve part 7 I decided to write out a project that I had planned for a while now. I actually have had written this first part of The Killing Joke two days ago but I wasn’t sure about posting it. :) The story will contain a few contents out of the actual Killing Joke movie and a few things about the death of Jason Todd in Under the Red Hood but I don’t want to say too much yet. ;) Let me know what you think about this idea, hope you’ll enjoy and I’m sorry that the first chapter isn’t that long but it was just some kind of an introduction at first to find a better way into the story. :)
The Killing Joke
Plot: The reader is working for Batman but since she
first met the Joker she had been fallen for him and he took an interest in her
as well. Time passed by and his plan to make her his girl grew stronger within
every day and he left nothing untried to fulfill his desire but before Joker
could finish what he began the death of Jason Todd, Batman and a place called
Arkham crossed his purposes. But things were about to change and the Clown
Prince of Crime couldn’t wait to take his revenge on those who kept him away
from his girl; the only human being that
ever cared about him and didn’t try to change him …
My hands were trembling as
we entered the hallway of the Arkham Asylum.
It was far after midnight
and the only reason we were here was someone that I haven’t seen for nearly a
year and I was sure that it would break my heart to see him now.
Many things had happened
since then, many horrible things mostly because of the man which had been locked
away behind the big metal door at the end of this floor.
But still … I wanted to see
him more than anything else in the world.
“Are you alright, (Y/N)?”
Nightwing asked while Batman was leading us to Mr J’s cell.
“Yes, it’s just … I wasn’t
here after what felt like an eternity … it seems strange to me” I said not
looking him in the eyes.
If he would’ve known what
really had been going on in my mind …
“Yeah especially after …”
Nightwing didn’t speak
further he just looked at Batman, and I knew what he meant; Jason’s death.
It still didn’t affect me
as much as it should, what clearly must show to me who I really was.
“Bats … what are you doing
here? Searching for a lost life?”
His signature laughter
echoed from the walls of his prison cell and my heart skipped a beat as soon as
I heard it.
“And the old wonder boy has
got some new tights! HA HA HA … What do you want from me? Why are you
interrupting my perfect little life, hm?” he growled.
His mood swings were still
the same, maybe even worse after throwing him back into this hell hole.
Batman sat down in front of
him at the table, so that I could finally see him and the sight nearly made me
He looked demolished,
almost gaunt and his left eye looked like someone punched him in the face.
I just had seen him like
that for once and that was years ago, when I first met him here.
Tied up in his
straightjacket and additionally chained up in fetters I could only compare this
to impound an animal that was sick.
Yes I knew who he was and I
knew what he did, but to me … he didn’t deserve this, another prove that I
wasn’t a normal girl anymore, maybe I was crazy because of thinking like that,
but … I just could imagine all the times he saved me even though everyone told
me that he was a heartless psychopath with none other feelings than hate inside
of him and the joy for killing.
I looked at him and that
was the moment he recognized my presence.
His eyes met mine and it
felt like drowning into a blue shade of rage, anger, sadness and confusion
before they turned into something new, something that looked like … hope and
the beginning of an idea.
I knew that look, it said: Daddy’s coming for you, doll.
He gave me this look the
last time I had seen him, the day he had been arrested, the day he wanted me to
stay with him.
“You look good, kitten.
Still innocent … still waiting, aren’t ya?” he asked in a hypnotizing way.
I really wanted to answer
him but Nightwing interrupted him quickly.
“She’ll never be yours, no
matter how hard you try, Joker” he said.
Batman and Nightwing knew
that Mr J still wanted me, but no one knew … that I wanted him as well and his
absence made me realize that in a very painful way.
I missed him, I missed the
little things we used to do when Batman or the others weren’t looking, him
being here was like to come off drugs cold turkey for me.
“And what are you gonna do
about it, hm?” J said with an eerie cold voice.
“Nightwing, enough. We’re
not here for your entertainment, Joker. We need information about-”
“Information? Information? INFORMATION? HA HA HA HA
what could be that important that you need my
HELP? Last time we’ve seen each other Bats … I killed your little bird,
J was laughing all the way,
probably the only fun he had had in a while, but Batman wasn’t amused at all.
A loud bang sounded from
the walls of the cell and the next thing that happened was Batman throwing J
against the next wall and choking the life out of him.
“STOP IT!” I screamed
before I could even think about it.
“Let him go, don’t forget
about your principles” I hissed and pushed Batman away from Joker.
The room fell silent and I
knew that all eyes were on me but I didn’t care.
“We’re going”, Batman said.
I didn’t look at him and as
soon as I heard him and Nightwing leaving the room I kneeled down in front of J
and cupped his face into my black gloved hands, tears were streaming down my
“Shhh, we’ll be together
very soon, kitten …” he purred, kissing my lips so soft that I first couldn’t
believe it was him.
“What happened there?” I
asked carefully touching his bruised left eye.
“The doctor just thought I
was a little too hyperactive” he grinned but I didn’t feel like smiling.
“So they punched you?”
“Princess you sound like
this is something new. You know what they’re doing here with people like me”,
he simply said.
I thought of the
electroshock therapy sessions and all the other stuff.
It made me sick that they
were treating him like that.
“What happened here the
Since J got caught they
didn’t let anyone visit or talk to him, he was kept in solitary confinement so
I couldn’t visit him as well what made the whole thing even worse.
In the past I kept visiting
him to make sure they treat him well but this time I couldn’t do anything about
“They tried to erase my
mind by throwing me into a black hole of rage and confusion, but you little
doll … the thought of you waiting for me to return … that was something they
couldn’t take away from me …”
My heart felt like breaking
in two pieces.
I wanted to stay with him
“I missed you …” I
whispered resting my head at the crook of his neck letting him kiss mine.
“I know, baby. My sweet, my
deary, my angel … Don’t worry about me, daddy will be back in town very soon.
And you will be mine.”
i hope you'll feel better soon! congrats on the followers!!! also, do you have any bilingual hunk&lance headcanons?
Thank you so much!!! And as for the headcanons…
I may have mentioned this before, but I have this headcanon that Lance is super good at learning languages. He loves to learn them too because it means that he can talk to and get to know more people, which is pretty awesome tbh.
He caught on to English real quick because he always took the time to listen to American music and sing along, it’s the best way to practice language if you ask me.
He loves to listen to music in all different languages, even if he doesn’t quite understand them yet.
He probably took French in high school because it’s the so-called “language of love” and he wanted to impress people he was flirting with. Turns out he really enjoyed learning it and he wants to learn a bunch of new languages in the future.
Lance has trouble trying to remember various words all the time because he keeps coming up with the word in a different language, which is not what he needs right now, thank you very much.
He talks to himself in Spanish when he’s feeling homesick, it’s a comforting sound and it keeps him grounded. Plus, it reminds him of his family and the fact that he’s doing this for them.
Hunk probably learned English a lot earlier on in life because of how common it is on Samoa, but he prefers speaking Samoan to anything. He never uses English when he’s with his family.
He talks to himself in Samoan all the time, it’s so calming and he loves it because it’s such a pretty language and it makes him feel at home.
Lance and Hunk will rant to each other in Spanish and Samoan respectively because, even though they can barely understand a word of what the other is saying, it’s such a nice feeling to be able to talk freely.
They are the greatest of friends and will often teach each other small phrases and words because just spreading the language is a happy feeling.
EP 002: Kokoro ga SHIBERIA / 心がシベリア EP 002: My Heart is Siberia
translating all of kara’s lines in this skit took way longer than it should’ve and I know I always say that he’s making less and less sense the more I do these skits but no, I seriously mean that this time because even for him, this is too much.
it really is no wonder that his brothers are ignoring him in this one again I am so disgusted with this terrible man
Karamatsu:Boys. Will you go with me to the underworld? It would be nice if we could get a taste of the darkness in a different parallel universe rather than stay in the rotten-smelling modern society.