#Hau x Reader

[vante1920pm]

──;; 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 ★☆

★ 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: I need some more Pokémon requests 😩

◎ | pokémon masterlist

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☆ 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: when someone critizes your new haircut

☆ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: arven, grusha, hau, gladion

☆ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: gn!reader, just some fluff and gladion with anger issues

☆ 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱: no

❛  ARVEN !   ❜

He's furious. Who dares to insult his s/o?!

Tells you he's gonna have a word with them but comes back crying, cuz the person made a mean comment about his hairstyle 💀

❛  GRUSHA !   ❜

Is not letting that slide. He seems calm on the outside, but the person, who insulted you, came back with a pale face after he had a word with them.

Grusha was satisfied tho.

❛  HAU !   ❜

Doesn't know what to say. He reassures you that your hair looks incredible, so you wouldn't have anything to worry about.

He can't believe someone would even say that to you, unbelievable...

❛  GLADION !   ❜

Bro already got anger issues, why would you wanna mess with him?

You have to calm him down, otherwise he would've already marched over to the poor person to completely destroy them.

© 2023, vante1920pm | do not copy or translate any of my works without my permission. likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated

[giovannisimp]

Boys Day Out

Fluff

Lucas/Wally/Hugh/Hau/Silver x Reader

[revasserium]

midnight cravings

riddle rosehearts; 1,603 words; nsfw, pls dni if ur a minor; all characters depicted as 18+; fem!reader, tipsy!riddle, oral, fingerfucking, senpai!kink???... welp.

you find him with flushed cheeks and sticky fingers, his eyes honey-glazed as he looks up at you over the tray of liqueur-filled chocolates, his lips stained pink with laughter. he hiccups, tongue darting out to lick at his fingertips, his whole body swaying when you raise an eyebrow and blink.

“riddle?”

“o-oh — oops…”

“what on earth…”

he hiccups again, giggling as he stumbles his way towards you, nearly tripping over his very well-polished boots, leaning down towards you with a shy, sly kind of smile that makes your stomach twist like taffy inside you.

“hm… guess trey made them a little strong this year…” he muses, his eyes flickering from your lips up to your eyes and back down again.

“riddle… were those the whiskey chocolates that trey-senpai made for tomorrow’s holiday party?”

“mm… well, he did say i could try one… or two…”

you can’t help the smile stretching across your lips.

“or… seven?”

riddle purses his lips, his lashes fluttering as he lets out a soft sigh. you can smell the sweetness on his breath, the golden sting of whiskey, feel the closeness of his body to yours. you forget that he’s taller than you, but like this, he could cage you in easily, his eyes half-lidded, his smile knowing and lazy and distinctly cat-like.

“don’t make fun of me…” he says, his voice soft as he cocks his head.

“i — i’m not… i just…”

your breath catches as your eyes snag on the teasing edge of his smile, the way it lilts lopsided, the way he still tries to play at innocence even when the tension is palpable between you, thick as warmed butter.

“just… what? hm?”

you know you’re finished before your lips even meet, but when they do, you find yourself whimpering, the force of him startling. and sure, it’s different from how he usually is — sweet, attentive, perhaps a bit on the rigid side, but it isn’t like you haven’t seen him like this before, haven’t felt him like this before — on the occasions when he’s irked or tired or perhaps just a bite too excited. when he’s too happy or dizzy or drunk on life or laughter or you —

like this, he leaves you gasping.

“hm… i was just thinking…” he pulls back, casually swiping a thumb across your bottom lip, his eyes dark and hungry, tracking the wet trail his finger makes as it presses along the length of your mouth, dragging down your cheek till he can tilt your chin up towards him again.

“you never call me ‘senpai’… but you do with trey and cater… why’s that?” he asks, his voice just on the other side of nonchalance, his expression one of sharp, targeted curiosity, like he knows the answer but wants to hear you say it instead.

“i — i’m sorry, i’ll —”

“say it.”

you swallow, catch your lower lip in your teeth, eyes locking with his as his grin spreads cheshire-wide.

“s-senpai…”

his next breath is light, is one of laughter as he leans back down, “mm… good girl.”

you shiver as tingles rake up the length of your spine.

and then your thoughts skid through to pure incoherence as he melds his mouth to yours once more, pulling you to him, kissing you hard, kissing you hungry, kissing you like there’s an entire world somewhere beneath your tongue that he’d love nothing more than to be the cartographer for — you squeak as he hoists you up, always so much stronger than even you give him credit for, plopping you down on the biting cold of the metal kitchen table.

“y’know… i’d come down for a midnight snack originally…” he says, taking half a step back to look you over, taking in the muss of your hair, the ruffle of your clothes, your uniform collar loose and askew, your skin a tantalizing glimmer in the soft, dappled moonlight. and then, he drops to his knees and you nearly hiss in anticipation.

he trails his fingers along the bare skin of your thighs, pillowing his cheek on one of them.

“but i think i might just want to eat you instead.”

“r-riddle — !”

your eyes squeeze shut as he presses open your legs, your toes curling at the openness of it all, at the shock of embarrassment at being spread out like this, on the school’s kitchen table, no less — but riddle hums as he lets his hot breath wash over you, a thick groan rolling out of him as he tugs aside your panties and slicks a thumb through the wetness already collected along your folds.

“fuck,” he murmurs, and it punches through you, the way he says it, usually never one for such obscenities, the word slipping from him, more a prayer than a curse.

fuck, you agree, letting your head tip back as he leans in to lick a slow strip along your cunt, your fingers fisting in his hair, and on any other day, he might’ve balked at the sting, but now, tonight, he only revels in the way you pull him closer, your thighs shaking on either side of his head, the taste of you exquisite on his tongue.

“ri-riddle… please…” your voice trails off into a high-pitched whine as he wraps his mouth around your clit and sucks, leaving you a shaking pile atop the glistening metal table, still loaded to the one side with trey’s chocolate liqueurs. riddle grins, lifting his eyes to watch as you peer down at him, your cheeks dark with color, truly the sweetest, most intoxicating sight. the soft, warm, buzz of alcohol had loosened his limbs and inhibitions enough and he thinks that he likes you like this — pleading for him, shaking apart for him.

“ah… so pretty…” he muses, even as he leans up to press two fingers into you, fucking you slow, savoring the way you gasp and clench down around him, tight, and then tighter, your knees pressing together as if you could somehow keep him there. he grins.

“m-more… ah — ngh —”

your fingers scrabble for purchase you reach blindly down towards him, trying to do something, anything to get him to go faster, harder, perhaps to curl his fingers the way he knows you like. but he only catches your hands, holding your wrists still as he leans over you, his torso keeping your knees spread just so, his other hand still sunk knuckle-deep inside you.

“hehh… i don’t think you’re really in the position to make demands right now…” he runs a tight circle of your clit with his thumb and watches as your entire body arches off the table in pleasure.

“rid-dle — riddle — s-senpai — !”

his body shudders as he lets out a breathy laugh, his head dropping as he finally picks up the pace, fucking his fingers into you hard enough for you to keen before dropping back down to press his tongue back to your folds, sucking hard just to hear you scream.

“mm… look so good like this… so desperate for me, hm? what a pretty… little… pastry…” he punctuates his words with harsh thrusts of his fingers, curling them inside you till he finds the place he’s looking for, the soft, tender spot inside you that has you twitching around him, begging and nearly incoherent with pleasure.

“’m s-so c-close — close —”

he moans loud and lewd against you as he pulls his fingers from inside your cunt, replacing it with his tongue, gripping your thighs as he eats you out hard enough for you to come undone right over his mouth, your body writhing over the metal table, nearly knocking the trays of sweets from their place beside you.

“aah-ahh… we’ve made… a mess…” he says, sounding rather pleased with himself as he pulls back, licking his lips, dragging a thumb across his chin before popping into his mouth, his eyes still locked with yours. you shudder as the aftershocks of your orgasm rake through you, not entirely able to shake the way he’s still watching you, as if this has done nothing to sate his particular brand of hunger.

he gives your thigh a small pat as you take a breath and force your body to sit up, cheeks flushing as you tug your panties back up your legs, smoothing your palms over the material of your skirt as you hop off the table.

“did… did you sober up a bit?” you ask, your voice uncharacteristically quiet as riddle leads you from the school kitchens, hand in hand, his gait still much more relaxed than it would’ve been in the daytime.

he peers at you from over his shoulder.

“hm… not in the slightest,” he says, and you stare up at him as he smirks.

the hallways are quiet as the pair of you make your way towards the hallway of mirrors, your footsteps echoing against the vast, stone walls.

“so… what are you going to tell trey-senpai tomorrow? when he asks you about the chocolates?”

riddle pauses for a second before shrugging.

“the truth, i suppose.”

“huh?”

he turns to you with that tell-tale grin as the pair of you reach the heartslabyul mirror, and he tugs you behind him towards his room.

“that i had a midnight craving, and… that it just had to be sated, now didn’t it?”

[luvie-42]

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐱 𝐘/𝐍.

-𝙰𝚜 𝙸 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚢'𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴!

-𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂: 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃 𝟷𝟾+, 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 (pt.2), 𝙶𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙶, 𝙷𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙴𝚈𝚂/𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙱𝙸𝚃𝙴𝚂. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚍!

-He watched as you walked in, his brown eyes locked on to your every curve, your ass and thighs. He couldn't help but notice just how perfect they were. That body drove him crazy and it felt good, so so good. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard you speak. "You're staring." You said, your lips turning into a smirk, your right eye turning towards him. You then sat on the sofa next to him as he blushed a bit.

-"I know…" he said confidently, his eyes locked and glued to your body. He didn't look away from you, or try to hide his staring at you. "I have no intentions not to look at a masterpiece." he then gave you a smirk that was the perfect mix between confidence, arrogance, and flirtation. He had no shame. And as your eyes met his, he couldn't help but feel a wave of pleasure wash over him. He felt his lips move a little.

-It was nobody else but you and Spike in the common room of the bebop as Jet left to get a bounty, Faye was spending her money as always, and Edward was somewhere around the bebop with Ein. You felt a bit bold and decided to tease the poor man who was drooling over your curvy body and sit on his lap, as you took your seat on his lap you could feel his cock poking at your thigh already.

-His breath caught in his throat as he felt you come up to him and sit on his lap. His brown eyes studied you, the feeling of your body against his was something else. His hands were gently placed on your hips, and his mind wondered. "Go on, you've been begging for it at this point." You teased him so hard and he was trying his best not to fuck you right then and there. "Oh I know I'm begging for it, doll." he said with a smirk as he stared into your eyes. "But are you willing to give it to me…darling?" he mumbled and leaned forward, his lips almost touching yours.

-"Anything. Pull my top off, kiss my lips, play with my body, I don't mind at all." Those were the only words he heard you speak as his hands instantly went to your crop top to pull it off. Spike couldn't help but grin when he heard your command. Alright then. His hands slowly pulled your crop top to the side, exposing your ample breasts. His eyes studied your body, taking in every inch of it as he brought his right hand up to your lips, his lips touching you. You tasted good. He let out a moan as their lips pressed together. His tongue moved into your mouth, his tongue dancing with yours as his hands explored your body. He was having a lot of fun with you. He continued to kiss you, his tongue rubbing against yours. Both tongues danced inside your mouth as his body was filled with pleasure. His left hand moved down to your hips and ass, touching your curves as his other hand continued to explore you. He didn't want it to end. He enjoyed doing it. For all the times he thought of you, he could only imagine what you'd be like to touch. Now, now he knew. And he wanted 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲.

-Spike pushed himself even closer to you, his hands continuing to explore that body of yours while his cock was still pressed against you. He continued to kiss you deeply and intensely, his body trembling as the pleasure filled him to the brim. His fingers reached the top of your thighs, his hand going just a little bit further as he groaned into your mouth.

-He was going to have you tonight, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁.

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈!♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

𝙋𝙏.2 𝘼𝙏 90 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀𝙎 𝙊𝙍 𝙎𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂!

[timecanonlytell-blog]

Head cannons

But it’s only characters i know a lot about

Kabu

He hates being touched by people he doesn’t care about, if he cares about someone it’s ok.

When he was a kid people would talk over him, he hated it. He still hates it, but now he can do something about it.

I wanna say he’s bi and trans i think. Goes under the pronouns of he/him he came out as trans when he was 18-20 a couple years after surgery he moved to where he is now.

If he finds a lost or distrusted ( that’s how he met allister ) he’ll try his best to calm them down and help them .

One year the other gym leader gave him a ‘ best dad ever ‘ shirt that’s the first time they had ever seen him cry like ever.

Man’s knows what your thinking and before you can do anything stupid he’ll tell you to stop it

Bede

Like kabu he also hates touch, and they hates it even if you know him, in-fact he’s only ok with it if your dating them or have known him for many many years.

I wanna say Demisexual/gay and his also trans and goes under the pronouns of he/they.

He was horrible with dancing until opal taught him how to( he still stumbles a lot in it though )

I like to think he got his stuck up personality because he was in foster care, when he was 7-9 ( then rose picked him up ) because none of the homes wanted him because he was ‘ to traumatized for they’re likening’ so in a way of coping they start to act like that, he also came out as trans when he was 11 ( rose may be a bad man but he supported bede).

Theater kid

He’s nickname for people he cares about is idiot. Yes he shows affection through mean names

Listens to music that’s like the music sleeping at last makes

Probably have a squishmallow collection

Leon

I think that he’s a demi-boy ( trans ) he/they and he’s gay ( yes he has dated rahain )

Has a arua that can calm down any Pokémon or human

He stress draws, and he’s gotten good at drawing because he’s always stressed

Loves to put his head on peoples thighs if they’re ok with is, like it’s just a built in pillow for people

Other that kabu he happens to be one of the shortest mf’s you’ll ever find ( this is a joke )

Breedable

Probably also has a squishmallow collection

Bimbo

He’s gotten lost in a IKEA before, it was a challenge to find him

Play with his hair, he loves it

Leon has a undercut

Rahain

He’s pansexual ( i mean he already flirts with everyone he thinks is hot ) he goes by he/him

He’s a funny drunk, (yes that means blackmail )

Also likes to lay on peoples thighs( mostly Leon’s when he can get away with it )

The breeder

Has stolen Leon’s squishmallows before and will again

Peirs

He’s online friends with emmet

Hes reciprosexual and goes by he/him ( props to the people who know what that is )

He has so many chains in his closet he can and will strangle people with them, like an e-girl

Collects only the ‘scary’ squishmallows

He likes to fall asleep on his partners chest because he can hear they’re heart beat

Steals his partners clothes if they’re a size bigger than him because they’re comfortable unlike his

He has really pale skin right, but it wouldn’t burn he like, reflects all the like off him before it hits his skin

Hops

He’s gay ( has dated bede they ended it on goodish terms) and goes by he/him

He learned how to braid and put hair in a bun for leon, he still will and does Leon’s hair for him

Also has squishmallow but only because bede gave them to him as a birthday present

He can’t sleep alone for the life of him so his Pokémon all cuddle with him in his bed

Learned how to draw when he was younger so he could be like Leon ( not knowing leon did it only when he was stressed)

Marnie

Doesn’t really smile but when she does it’s only for family and loved ones

She’s bi. And goes by they/she

Is an absolute freezer and steals like all the blankets they can

She blacks out ( doesn’t know why still ) and it can cause her to faint

Has salt packets in they’re pockets don’t ask why ( black outs

Has a stuffy collection and a squishmallow collection

Ingo

He has adhd

I think that he’s gay and demisexual and his pronouns are he/him ( trans )

I can imagine ingo with one of those giant beer mugs so there’s that

He listens to peirs music because of emmet

He does little hand movements well talking

Has a overwhelming obsession on history more so, the Hisuian Sneasels

Has plushies of his Pokémon

Has dislexia has asked emmet to read stuff to him before

Emmet

He’s bi as F*** he’s pronouns are he/they ( trans )

They have adhd ( joliks being he’s main opposition’s)

He listens to peirs music, they’re online friends

He’s very touchy might come with being a joltik breeder thou Idk

Likes to sleep on his livers chest so he can here they’re heart beat, so he knows they haven’t disappeared to.

Has plushies of they’re pokemom

Emmets theme song is material girl by Madonna

Milo

I think that he’s pansexual ( mostly men ) and he’s a he/him

Has a mommy/breeding/pregnancy kink

Has adhd

Can talk on and on about wooloos and other grass type Pokémon for hours

He likes to pick up people well hugging them it’s just easier for him

He taught the wooloos how to Sence that someone’s going to have a panic attack

Has a squishmallow collection and plushies collection of his Pokémon

Hau

He is a demi-boy he/they and is pansexual ( he has dating gladion before )

Also has a squishmallow collection

He has a second bed set up at all times so gladion can sleep over

Can and will cuddle with his Pokémon

Gets nightmare easily

Does not like horror movies at all

He infact reads fanfics

Has his ears pierced

He knows how to draw

Gladion

He listens to peirs music

He is trans and gay and goes by he/him

Has gone to almost all peirs consorts

He gets panic attacks

He got bullied as a kid and now will beat the a** of anyone who’s bullying someone

He pierced hau’s ears for him

Has a squishmallow collection

Null is counting as his emotions support.. Pokémon? Idk

He knows how to draw

Has a strong fear of losing people close to him

Lillie

She’s bi/poly ( not sexual ) goes by she/her

Is dating mallow and lana

Collection squishmallows

Knows how to draw

Has a strong fear of people dear to her

She has tramau from a Pokémon attack, she can still touch them, she’s just slightly scared

Mallow

Lesbian/ poly ( not sexual ) they go by they/she )

Is dating Lillie and lana

Also collection squishmallows

Is a really good chef

Has a herb garden

Lana

They are neptunic/poly and go by they/them ( props to the people that know that )

Is dating mallow and Lillie

Is a really fast swimmer

Has adhd

Will and does collect little things from the shore and bottom of the sea, to give to they’re girlfriends

Professor kukui

Is a straight ally i mean his wife is bi so

Has adhd

Also has tramau from people leaving him

Has a fear of people leaving him

Has a breeding kink

Guzma

He is gay ( thought he liked kukui for a like just a hallway crush thou) and goes by he/they

Has adhd

Will collect little thinks he finds on the ground he gives to people he likes

If he finds another bug type trainer he will pick them up and leave with them

Likes cuddles

Likes to lay on his lovers chest so he can feel they’re heart beat

Allister

They are omnisexual and go by they/they ( non-binary )

Has a aura that attaches ghost types

Likes to write little stories

Has a squishmallow collection

Likes to draw

Does prank people with they’re Pokémon

Cuddles

Has really bad anxiety

Also has a peanut allergy ( they can use that to get away from annoying men)

Has adhd

He can tell who a person is based on they’re voice

Bea

They’re lesbian and go by they/she

She looks up to kabu a lot

Will ignore people she doesn’t like

Will fight anyone that hurts Allister

Has dislexia the only one to know about is it Allister

Gets migraines if they try to read to hard

N

I think they’re non-binary they/them don’t really mind if someone messes it up but if it’s on purpose they’ll kick you so hard you meet arceus, they’re also asexual

Has this arua around them that can calm down any Pokémon

Has adhd

Does little hand movements well they talk

Has ticks

They jump up and down and or shake they hands up and down when happy

Warden ingo

Still has adhd ( doesn’t know it )

He/him and pansexual ( it changed now you gotta have options)

He has a breeding kink

He has a over opposition on sneasels

Has dislexia still it’s just worse now

If he hates you he will forever hate you and ignore you

Has short term memory lose

I’ll add more later

[missnationalsweetheart]

The Countess Being Abusive

Pairings: The Countess x Fem!Reader

Part 3

~~

Your hands had found the leather that had previously covered your body. Oh, how good it felt against your hot skin. It was cool, smooth, gave the perfect comfort when needed. Especially now.

"Baby, you must be hot. I'm so sorry." Elizaberh had become more caring then she ever had. And she was normally very very caring. She had begun to slightly adjust the silk covers that covered you, to give you more exposure to the cold air, "I'm still hot..."you had managed to squeeze out; your throat still being tightly sealed from the blunt force before.

You pulled the leather, your leather jacket, up to your face, laying it over your swollen eye. "I love you I love you. I'll get you an icepack." She had swiftly made her way from out of your shared bed, coming back very quickly. An ice pack wrapped in a silk cloth in her hand, as she made her way beside you once more.

"Here we are." Elizabeth had wrapped her arms around you again, letting your body sink into her loving one. She had lightly placed the cold ice pack over your eye, giving you small kisses anywhere her lips could reach. "I love you, Y/N." Her arms wrapped together around you. Sending you into a deep, calm, uninterrupted, dream filled slumber once more.

Your small, skinny, beautiful body was wrapped in silks. The most beautiful, most expensive silks you have ever seen. Your body had been adorned with huge jewels. The biggest you've ever seen. And you were with Elizabeth Johnson. "I'm so nervous, what if I say something wrong or I stutter?" You had been nervous the entire day, but who could blame you? You were getting married; to Elizabeth Johnson. "You won't, my love." A precious smile graced her plump lips, accentuating her beautiful features. "I love you." You said jn a breathy tone.

"I love you more."

[giggly-squiggily]

Hello once more! May I humbly request ‘miss you’ with Lee! Reader and Leader Hau and/or Gladion? They’re both huge comfort character for me and like nobody writes for the Alola boys anymore 😭. Hope you’re having an amazing day!

Heyo friend! :D Welcome back! Oo, Sun and Moon! I haven't thought about these guys in awhile- this was super refreshing to come back too! I've gotcha covered! (And I wish the same to you! Have an amazing day! :3)

Miss You: "When's the last time you smiled?"

“Hey (Y/N)? When’s the last time you smiled?” Hau asked, turning to you with nearly unreadable smile.

“This morning? Just now? Why?” You blinked, confused by the question. On your otherside, you heard Gladion huff out a laugh.

“True, true, but when’s the last time you smiled?” He waggled his brows as he emphasized, making you giggle and push him away. “You know- laugh so hard your face hurts smile?”

“Hm…” You hummed, thinking about it. “Probably a few weeks ago when you feel off that boat!”

Gladion snorted, turning away with a grin. Hau gave you his famous pouty look.

“I see you.” He nodded, expression forming into one of pure mischief. “Glads? Shall we?”

“Sure. Wanna do the honors, Capsize.” Gladion gestured on, earning another pout.

“Huh? What are you- AH!” You jumped with a squeal when both of them attacked, hands poking and prodding at your sides with various results. “Aheahhahahahha! AHhehahah! Glahhahahdion, Hahhahahahu! STahahahhap ihiihihiihiht!”

“Hehe, there it is! I knew we could get you smiling!” Hau grinned, gently pushing you onto your back as his other hand worked your ribs. “Aren’t they adorable, Glads?” “Yeah, they’re cute alright.” Gladion nodded, his own hands scribbling along your belly, a warm smile on his lips as you squeaked and cackled. “Though I don’t think they’re smiling just yet.”

“I agree. This is a nice smile, but it isn’t THE smile!” Hau nodded, pulling his hands back to let you breathe. “What do you think? Time for desperate measures?”

“Whahahat?” You blinked, already sure of what's to come.

“Desperate measures for sure.” The blonde nodded in agreement. Without much warning, he quickly gathered your wrists. “Ready?”

“Whahahahit! Whahahhait, dohohohn’t you dahhahahre!” You were already laughing.

“Ready!” Hau nodded. “One, two, THREE!” On the final count, Hau ducked his head, blowing a massive raspberry against your stomach. Even with the shirt layer, it tickled like heck!

“AHHEHHAHHHAHAAA!” You squealed, struggling to break out of Gladion’s grip as Hau blew an extra raspberry against your belly. “OHOHOHOAKY OHOHOHOKAY STAHHAHAHAP!”

“Heh, listen to them, Hau. They had enough.” Gladion reached over, lightly tugging Hau’s head up by the tuff of his ponytail. The sight left you giggling like crazy, too tired to cover your face as you smiled on.

“There it is.” Hau nodded, glowing with pride. “There’s the smile I was looking for.”

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[mewnat]

[justlemmeadoreyou]

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HOLIDAY FICS 2023 [8]

HEADCANONS

jealous!harry headcanons

boyfriend!harry headcanons

boyfriend!harry headcanons (another one 🙈)

dad's best friend!harry headcanons

mean!friends with benefits!harry headcanons

harry in love

grumpy!harry headcanons (mechanicrry universe)

husband!harry headcanons (explicit version)

secret relationship with 1D harry (headcanons)

《《 SERIES》》

Secret Little Rendevous | (co-worker!harry x reader) [COMPLETE SERIES]

In which you are in a friends-with-benefits relationship than Harry, and it gets messier as you go forward. (Not your typical enemies to lovers fic)

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

Unfulfilled | (nerd!harry x reader)

in which you and harry are (friendly) academic rivals, and things change

part 1

A Chrome Connection | (grumpy!harry x sunshine!reader)

In which you are in desperate need of some car-fixing(and a place to live in) and you find Harry, a grumpy mechanic who supposedly dosen't care about people around him. But, will he melt when he finds a broken girl crying in her car on a cold Thanksgiving night?

a misfortune - part 1

windfall - part 2

melancholia - part 3

Hopelessly Devoted to You | (lawyer!harry x reader)

In which Y/n just wants to leave her abusive husband, and Harry is hopelessly devoted to her

Part-1 Part-2 Part-3 Part-4

Sweet Creature | (restaurant owner!harry x chef!y/n)

you landed your dream job as a line cook at Harry Styles' prestigious haus kitchen restaurant in chicago. the tough chef job demands focus, but it's really hard when your boss looks like harry styles.

part 1 part 2 part 3

《LONG ONE SHOTS》

An Eternal Embarce* (hades!harry x persephone!y/n)

in which persephone is back after 6 months, and the underworld blossoms once again. tensions arise too, but there is nothing that the king of underworld and queen of sspring can't handle together [Word Count: 7k]

Just the two of us -vday check in

Serendipity*

harry meets you at the most unexpected of places, and helps you like a knight in a wedding suit. it all starts at your best friend's wedding, where you find yourself in a predicament without an escort. as panic sets in, harry appears, sent by the groom's brother to fill in as your last-minute companion. from that moment, a serendipitous connection begins to bloom between you both. [Word Count: 5k]

Solace* (famous!harry x masseuse!y/n) part 2

harry is in need of some unwinding and destressing, and he finds the perfect masseuse for that. they end up growing much closer than the relationship they began with, but it's never that easy, is it? [Word Count: 11.6 k]

Rain-Kissed* (footballer!harry x nerd!y/n)

y/n and harry, former rivals turned reluctant partners, find unexpected chemistry. heated glances, playful banter ignite a spark. a near-tragedy makes y/n confront feelings, and...will they be reciprocated? ft. lots of mutual pining [Word Count: 6.1 k]

Intertwined* (hockey player!harry x figure skater!y/n)

harry practices at the local ice rink every night, but lately, all he can think about is a specific figure skater that he admires from a distance. when she asks him for some "private" lessons on ice, will they give in to the stolen glances and undeniable tension? [Word Count: 6k]

《ONE SHOT/BLURBS》

SMUT

hot n' hard*

you and harry are at the pool for some fun, and you both rile each other up throughout. you both end up fucking at the edge of the pool and your exhibitionism kink has never been fueled so good.

thigh riding*

you playfully tease harry and, let's just say, it does not go well

don't stop

riding harry with your hands tied behind your back

breeding kink-blurb*

harry sees you around kids on a Christmas dinner, and he's obsessed with giving you his own

cupidity*

"don't make me take you home and punish you"

his* (jealousrry blowjob blurb)

harry is jealous, primal and dominant tonight, and you have never been so turned on

temporary fix*

in which a stranger at a bar becomes your good night (inspired by temporary fix by 1D (duh))

three knuckle deep*(aka fingering blurb)

in which you break harry's rule, and there are consequences

curves*

a plus-size!y/n fic

good girl*

straight up filth, sex w/ harry

euphoria*

soft dom!harry while his girl sucks on his cock

near the fireplace*

sex near the fireplace after a christmas dinner

a new year, a new beginning*

new years with harry's family, followed by some love making

FLUFF

drunk harry

in which harry is drunk, and you are trying to take care of the cutie pie

drunk y/n

in which you have a test the next day, and you find refuge in drinking and harry

addicted

about Harry’s addiction of kissing you

vexed

in which you are burnt out, and Harry comes to your rescue, in cute pajamas, with cookies and hot chocolate

tranquility

inspired by harry's pics of him swimming in the ocean

here for you

a fluffy period blurb, ft. pillow fights and kisses!

baby

boyfriend!h takes care of pregnant!reader, with a lot of fluffy cuteness. the baby kicks for the first time, and harry is overjoyed.

cuddles

ft. harry being cuddly and clingy

late-night serenades

you play guitar, but harry dosen’t know that. one night, you can't sleep, and harry's guitar looks quite tempting

breakfast in bed

in which harry wants to bring you breakfast in bed, but you have woken up. thankfully, he is cute and you're smitten

hold on to me

(trumpet player!harry x clarinet player!reader) you're both off to college after a while, and it's your last time playing together. feelings are comnfessed, and promises are made.

a christmas with harry

your first christmas with harry at his home, surrounded by his family and friends

dance with me

in which you and harry are at a friend's wedding, and you really don't know how to dance

thanksgiving

coming from a place where thanksgiving isn't celebrated, harry is more than happy to show you

ANGST

trepidation

in which you are too busy for the relationship, and he feels you slipping away.

insecure * requisite(part 2)*(SMUT)

in which harry feels insecure, because you want to keep your relationship a secret. ft: fluff, angst, dirty talk

waiting * for you(part 2)

a 6 month anniversary date turns into broken promises and doubts over your love

disconnected*

first time sex with harry, which leads to misunderstandings, miscommunication and insecurities

requests are open!!!

(*-> smut)

blurb night concepts

21/4

divider and header by @/saradika

[kqulitz]

bassist girl

bill kaulitz x reader

summary: bill tries to get you to take a break from practicing.

tags: established relationship, fluff, reader plays bass (obviously lol), cuddles!!, (tom makes an appearance bc i love them equally and i’ll feel bad for leaving him out), platonic tom/reader

lowercase intended :)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

your fingers ache, yet you’re determined to get the notes right. the others had already gone out, probably mooching around town whilst the tour bus was stopped for a break. bill was sat on the bed across from you, which you couldn’t tell if it belonged to georg or gustav as they kept swapping based on who got on the bus first. his dark eyes are staring, yet it doesn’t make your skin crawl nor make you uncomfortable. “do you think you need a break?” he asks, you hum. “no. i’ll get it.”

the notes aren’t complicated, yet they require faster hand movements to make sure it fits with the flow of the song. bill’s eyes flicker between your concentrated face and your hand, watching it move then restart when you couldn’t quite capture what you wanted. “such a perfectionist.” he muses, clearly teasing. “you say that like tom isn’t.” you shoot back, glancing up at him with a small smile on your lips. “he doesn’t neglect his basic needs because he can’t cant a riff right.” bill gets up, moving to lean on the counter beside you. you sigh. “it’s a complicated riff. this has to be good otherwise i’ll fuck up our next show..!” you grumble, relaxing a little as his fingers comb through your hair. “you’re putting too much pressure on yourself. your finger work is amazing.” bill tells you, hand moving down to brush against your cheek. you exhale slowly through your nose, ignoring the pain in your fingertips as you begin the riff again.

bill sits beside you on the bed, shoulder resting against yours. you have to adjust your bass to accommodate him, it puts a lot more strain on your wrist. “take a break, mein hübsches mädchen.” (my pretty girl) you sigh. “i can’t. not until this is right.” you respond. bill’s slender fingers wrap around the neck of your bass guitar, slowly pulling it away from you. you let him, slumping back. “i’m gonna fuck up our next show, i know it.” you pout. bill frowns. “you won’t. you’re an amazing player.” he leans in, gently kissing your lips. “you’re just saying that to make me feel better.” you smile a little. your boyfriend hums. “is it working?” he asks, standing up to put your bass away for you. “yeah…”

bill returns, climbing on top of you and hiding his face into your neck, his arms wrapping around your middle. “you’ll be fine. you’ve done this riff a lot before.” bill mumbles, lips brushing against your skin. “but i haven’t done it recently.” you frown, squeezing him closer. bill rolls his eyes, moving his head to steal a kiss. “you’ll be fine, meine maus. it’s just nerves.” (my mouse) he smiles, rolling to his side with you so the two of you could cuddle more comfortably. you huddle close to him, letting your hands rest against his back. footsteps moving up into the tour bus don’t bother either of you. “jesus- can you two not?” you can hear the eye roll in tom’s voice. “hau ab.” (get lost) bill responds, a smile on his face.

tom flops down onto his bunk above the two of you, rummaging through his backpack as he went out to get snacks for everyone. “where are the others?” you ask him, yet tom shrugs (even though you couldn’t see him). “i don’t know, they went off without me.” tom sighs, leaning over the edge as he offers the two of you some snacks. bill snatches them up, “aw, poor tommy.” he teases his twin who scoffs. “give me those back-“ he jokingly lunges for the snacks, which bill shields away. you can’t help but laugh, watching tom break into a cheeky smile as his sits up again. he continues getting some stuff out, eventually you hear his gameboy turn on. “tom, have you got jet set radio?” you ask him, listening as he checks his bag again. “uhh… yeah, i do.” he responds. “fuck yeah. bring it down here.” you part from bill who pouts at you. “fiiine. only if you share your snacks with me.” tom hops down from his bunk, joining the two of you.

you end up sandwiched between the twins playing jet set radio as the two of you argue about which pokémon starter was best. bill occasionally feeds you some snacks, much to tom’s fake disgust. “i think she’s gonna beat your score.” bill mutters, kissing your shoulder. “of course i am. jet set radio is my favourite game..!” you giggle. “i don’t mind.” tom shrugs, pushing some more chips into his mouth. “you should, she’ll destroy your ego.” bill teases, watching his twin roll his eyes. “i don’t really play jet set radio anymore, she can have it.” he responds. “thanks, tom.” you chirp, yet your eyes don’t leave the screen of his gameboy as you work away at the score. bill leans his head against yours, watching you easily beat his brother’s highest score. it made him feel rather proud.

“i’m glad you’re taking a break.” he mumbles. you hum softly. “you two better not be flirting.” tom teases, nudging your leg with his foot. “we’re not.” you assure him, smiling as bill’s hand rests on your thigh. “when are the other two gonna get back..?” bill sighs, leaning back against your pillows. “they’re probably getting dinner, it’s getting quite late.” you shrug, glancing up at the clock. “i hope they bring something good.” tom replies, yet his brother scoffs. “you’ve just ate three bags of chips!” he points out, yet tom shrugs. “i haven’t eaten all day!” he defends. the level completes and you hand the gameboy back to tom. “done. try and beat that.” you grin, watching his eyebrows raise in surprise. “i definitely won’t be able to beat that.” he laughs, showing bill who nods. “i told you she’d destroy your ego.”

[sh1-n0bu]

♡︎ 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩 ♡︎

characters: sub!xiao x nb!dom!reader

warning: i say cock but it can also be a strap on, finger sucking, blood, overstimulation, dacryphillia, kind of ahegao but i’m bad at explaining, a bit of dumbification, reader’s a bit mean but it’s k we’re all horny here

notes: my friend in Genshin and i chat abt some horny thoughts and she came up with this idea. Soya if ur reading this take back the whole mf box of worms you’ve opened in my brain bitch😃🔪anyways everyone say thank you Soya😊

i had to delete and repost it AGAIN because tumblr decided to suddenly pop up and tag it as mature🙄 tumblr get y’all shit together

lately poor Verr was taking a bit too constant noise complaints from the people staying on the top floor rooms. they were saying some kind of a whimpers of some wounded animals and sobs were constantly heard every night from the small cabin like room on top of the inn. Verr knew what it was and has complained to you in the morning which has led to where we are now with your sweet little boy trying to muffle himself by any means. holding both his hands over his mouth, you wondered how his lungs were fairing. after all he was always so loud.

“baby? baby boy, are you okay?” halting your movements for a while to check on him but that only seemed to make your little boy more desperate. you’ve been so cruel to him today. asking him to stay quiet and to keep his voice down while you fuck his hole so good. xiao only let out muffled whines and starts to grind himself on you. your heart melted. how can such a mighty and powerful being be this cute?

throwing his leg over your shoulder, you rammed into his hole. dirty, wet squelching and xiao’s pathetic muffled, gurgled wails can be heard in your little nest/room. he was trying so hard you can tell. there were tears coming from his eyes as he bit his knuckles, slowly losing his coherency. the way he was trying to be good for you was so cute, you can’t help but want to bully him.

xiao’s eyes widened in panic when you started playing with his cute little cock while fucking him so harshly. if you keep going his voice might get out! he doesn’t wanna be bad, he wants to be good for you and only you! but you’re making it to hard for the poor yaksha.

and soon enough, the poor yaksha came with a loud sob. but you didn’t stop, no no instead you fucked him harder. showing your fingers in his mouth to at least try and muffle his loud whines and gurgled sobs. xiao wanted to suck on your fingers and be a good boy for you but his mind was getting all mushy and dizzy.

“baby boy, i thought i told you to keep quiet?” taking your fingers out of his mouth and giving him some room to breathe, you finally stopped moving.

“hau-nnggghh~ s-shorry, i-ah i didn’t mean… i didn’t meA-AAAANNGGH! G-IIIGH!! STOP! STOP STOP STOP!!! I CAME!! I A-ALREAAANNNNGG♡︎♡︎!!”

trashing around when you continue fucking his sloppy hole while your one hand plays with his cute little cock, xiao didn’t know if you were being nice or mean. he wanted to be good for you and stay quiet but what you’re doing is making everything so much harder.

clawing at his face in a final attempt to try and muffle his loud, sinful screams and wails of pleasure, his hips started to twitch. a sign he was close to cumming again. pushing his legs up and closer to his head as he lets go of his face and starts to claw at your shoulders, he was letting his expressions be seen by you freely.

the expressions he was making was absolutely down-right lecherous. pupils completely blown out and heart shaped with his tongue hanging out, your precious little yaksha was just too irresistible<3.

“c-cum! cumming! auggg~! auuunngg! [n-nam]-guuUUHH~!!” he came all over his stomach with a loud wail. but you didn’t stop. you wanted to see more of his sweet expressions and keep hearing his sweet noises♡︎.

oh well, fuck the noise complaints.

[luvie-42]

This is a Spike Spiegel - Y/N type situation and YOU CAN'T CHANGE MY FUCKING MIND.

[songbirdseung]

you flew right by, love / park sunghoon

synopsis: the only love you've ever known, says goodbye

pairing: sunghoon x reader

warnings: heartbreak, death, grief, angst, sorry in advance, i cried too

wc: 1.3k

The sky is a heavy gray, the kind that promises rain but never quite delivers, leaving the air thick and suffocating. You stand amidst a sea of black, the color of mourning, as the world seems to have lost its vibrancy. The sun is absent, hidden behind the oppressive clouds, as if it, too, is in mourning.

You find yourself at the edge of the crowd, your feet rooted to the ground, unable to move. The smell of damp earth fills your nostrils as you grip the single white lily in your hand, its petals trembling with the same grief that shakes your core. Each step you take towards the casket feels like walking through quicksand, pulling you further into despair.

As you reach the casket, you pause, looking down at Sunghoon's peaceful face. His eyes are closed, a stark contrast to the lively spark you had come to love. Tears blur your vision, spilling over and tracing silent paths down your cheeks. You wonder, what if it were you instead? What if you could trade places and lie in that wooden box, so he could continue living?

"I'd give anything to be in there instead of you," you whisper, your voice breaking. The lily slips from your fingers, landing softly on the polished wood.

A flashback hits you with the force of a tidal wave, pulling you back to a time when Sunghoon's arms wrapped around you on the couch, his warmth seeping into your bones. You can almost hear his laughter, feel the vibration of his chest as he speaks.

"I want to grow old with you," he had said, his voice a soothing melody. "We'll have a little house with a garden, and maybe a dog. We'll sit on the porch and watch the sunset every evening."

You had snuggled closer, your heart swelling with love and the promise of forever. "I can't wait for that," you had replied, your fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest. "Growing old with you sounds perfect."

The memory fades, and you're jolted back to the present, to the harsh reality of the funeral. The first clumps of dirt hit the casket with a dull thud, and you turn away, unable to bear the sound. It feels like each impact is driving a nail deeper into your heart. People around you try to offer comfort—soft words, gentle touches—but it all feels distant, unreal. All you can think about is the life stolen from you, the future that will never be.

"Why did you have to leave?" you mutter under your breath, anger and sorrow intertwining. "It wasn't supposed to be like this."

Another flashback overtakes you, a moment of pure happiness. You and Sunghoon are at the beach, the sun setting behind you, casting everything in a golden glow. He's chasing you through the surf, laughter bubbling up from both of you as the waves lap at your ankles. When he catches you, he lifts you up and spins you around, his joy infectious.

"Gotcha!" he exclaims, pulling you close for a kiss. "I love you more than anything, YN."

"I love you too, Sunghoon," you had replied, your heart bursting with happiness. "Forever and always."

The memory is like a dagger, a reminder of what you've lost. The sound of dirt hitting the casket continues, a cruel punctuation to your pain. You close your eyes, wishing you could hold onto those memories forever, wishing you could bring Sunghoon back, if only for a moment.

As the funeral comes to a close, you feel a hollow emptiness settle in your chest. The crowd begins to disperse, but you remain by the grave, your heart unwilling to let go. You take a deep breath, trying to summon the strength to move forward, knowing that Sunghoon would want you to find a way to live, even without him.

But for now, all you can do is grieve, and remember the love that was taken too soon.

The days that follow are a blur, filled with an endless parade of condolences and casseroles. Your apartment feels emptier than ever, every corner haunted by memories of Sunghoon. His things are everywhere—his favorite mug on the kitchen counter, the book he was reading on the nightstand, the scent of his cologne lingering in the air. Each object is a reminder of the life you were supposed to share.

You find yourself retreating into your mind, clinging to memories like a lifeline. It's in one of these moments, late at night, when you find yourself on the couch, clutching a pillow to your chest. The silence is deafening, and you close your eyes, willing a memory to take you away from the pain.

A new flashback emerges, vivid and clear. You're in your kitchen, and Sunghoon is attempting to cook dinner. He's wearing an apron that reads "Kiss the Cook," and you can't help but laugh at how serious he looks, concentrating on the recipe in front of him.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" you tease, leaning against the counter.

He looks up with a mock-offended expression. "Of course I do! I'm a master chef in disguise."

You raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms. "Oh really? Prove it."

With a playful grin, he steps closer, pulling you into his arms. "How about I start with dessert?" he murmurs, before kissing you deeply.

The memory brings a bittersweet smile to your lips, but it's quickly overshadowed by the crushing reality of his absence. You open your eyes, the darkness of your apartment pressing in on you. The weight of your grief feels unbearable, a constant ache that doesn't seem to lessen.

One evening, unable to stand the quiet any longer, you decide to visit a nearby park, a place where you and Sunghoon spent many happy afternoons. The park is almost empty, the chill of the evening keeping most people indoors. You find the bench where you used to sit together, overlooking a small pond.

As you sit there, staring at the water, you hear footsteps approaching. You turn to see an elderly woman with kind eyes and a gentle smile. She sits down beside you, not saying a word for a long time. Finally, she speaks.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" she says softly.

You nod, unable to find your voice.

"I lost my husband many years ago," she continues, her voice filled with a quiet strength. "The pain never really goes away, but you learn to carry it. You find ways to honor their memory and keep them alive in your heart."

Her words resonate with you, and for the first time in days, you feel a small spark of hope. Maybe, just maybe, you can find a way to live with the pain. To remember Sunghoon not with overwhelming sorrow, but with the love and joy he brought into your life.

As the days turn into weeks, you begin to take small steps forward. You start journaling, writing letters to Sunghoon, pouring out your thoughts and feelings onto the pages. It becomes a way to feel connected to him, to keep his memory alive. You also reach out to friends and family, allowing them to support you, to share their own memories of Sunghoon.

One day, as you're sorting through Sunghoon's things, you come across a small, wrapped package with your name on it. Your hands tremble as you open it, revealing a beautiful locket inside. There's a note in Sunghoon's handwriting:

"YN, I saw this and thought of you. I hope it brings you as much joy as you bring me every day. Love, Sunghoon."

Tears stream down your face as you clasp the locket around your neck, feeling a sense of peace for the first time in a long while. Sunghoon's love is still with you, a guiding light in the darkness.

As you move forward, you hold onto the memories, the love, and the lessons Sunghoon taught you. Life without him is not what you had planned, but you find strength in knowing that he will always be a part of you, living on in your heart and in the life you continue to build.

[missnationalsweetheart]

The Countess being abusive

Pairings: The Countess (Elizabeth Johnson) x fem!reader

Your head throbbed yet felt empty, light as a feather. Elizabeth's body seemed to weigh nothing on top of you, her crys of forgiveness muted by your feelings; or something similar. "I'm so sorry my love. Please, please forgive me!" Her sorrowful pleading broke your daze, your eyes finding her body, on top of yours. "Please..."

She had begun softly kissing the injuries of the last couple of minutes, tears forming in her green eyes, stinging your skin as they fell. "I love you. So much." She pulled you into a warm hug, trying to show her love for you. Her soft, velvety lips found yours in a loving kiss, trying to show her affection for you.

You had closed your sore eyes, knowing your left would have a deep bruise encircling it the next morning. "I never ment for thos to happen, for me to loose my temper. I'm so sorry..." she har crawled off of your tiny body to cradle you; holding you so softly, as of you would break like glass. She caressed your pained skin, so lightly as of you were too delicate to touch.

~

You must've dozed off the night before, being held in Elizabeth's embrace; which you were still in. Your eyes tried to adjust to the thin rays of moonlight that stained the dark room. "Mmmh..." your body had suddenly came back to reality, the stinging and straining sensations of bruises made your body freeze.

A slight moving sensation came from behind you, "hey baby" you felt warm arms lightly pull you closer into their body, a light kiss being planted on your shoulder. "How are you feeling?" It took your exhausted brain a second to comprehend who was talking to you.

Elizabeth.

You found the strength to give signal that you were in fact, not feeling the hottest. "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry..." Elizabeth once again kissed your shoulder; burying her face into the crook of your neck, breathing in your angelic scent. "I love you." She mumbled against your neck before giving it a tiny kiss.

no lust just love.

~

Imma make a part 3, but you gotta wait 💋

[sunnylighter]

I read your ninjago series x movie fic (GiGAU) and I really love it, just recently got back to ninjago and have been searching through ao3 for good fics. Your fic was really good–no–great! I like how you wrote it.

I'm also here to inform you that you've been in a hiatus for a year.

Anyways, got any good ninjago series x movie fics you can recommend? Or any great fics in particular? (Mostly the series x movie fic) I'm pretty desperate ;u;

Yeah, and it will probably be a while yet before I get back to it. I'm burned out on Ninjago right now, but I'll get back to it eventually. It helps I haven't watched a good few of the more recent seasons, so there will be new stuff for me to sink my teeth into when I get back to it.

As for fic Recommendations:

My Dad is Bad but Still Family, by KayHau. This was written by my beta reader, and was a big chunk of what inspired me to write my fics. It's more of a merging of the movie and series, but it is very good. Kay Hau also wrote a series of gift-fics for the Grass is Greener which are canon to the AU, so check her out. Basically, in a mash-up of movie and show canon, what would happen if Lloyd had been raised by his dad, only to find he had a great destiny to fulfill.

Summoning Gone Wrong, by Doctor_Who_Fan85 is a funny take on what would have happened if in season 8 of the show, Harumi summoned Movie Garmadon instead of the undead one from the show. I beta-read this one, and it was fun to do.

That's Ninja Swag (It's Nothing New) by Fabro-de-omres (Fabro). It's a reincarnation fic. A 'What if the Movie Ninja are the reincarnations of the Show Ninja in the far future and start regaining their past memories' fic. I highly recommend it for the feels.

Of course, no series-movie crossover fic is complete without Same People, But Not Really, by @KittyDemon9000. What if Kai got sent to the Movie-verse, and how long would it take him to adopt all the Movie Ninja? It's a really great one, and I can't recommend it enough.

Enter the Ninjaverse by BionicStars. I didn't finish this one, but it's about the return of the Time Twins and Lloyd chasing them across the multi-verse to stop them.

Switched! also by Doctor_Who_Fan85. Another Show Lloyd and Movie Lloyd switcharoo. Poor boys.

Tantamount by Bamboosauce. Using the Tornado of Creation to stop the Oni sends the Show Ninja rocketing into the Movie-verse. There's not much to it, but I enjoy seeing the Movie Ninja freak out about it.

It's Me (Version 2-point-0) by lloydskywalkers. Okay, all the previous ones are on AO3, but this one is on Fanfiction.Net. It is honestly one of my favorites, and what first got me thinking about crossing over the show and the movie in any meaningful way. It's a oneshot that was written before March of the Oni came out, and has the author's imagining of how the oni could be. When one of the Oni come after Show Lloyd and drag him through the multi-verse, he ends up landing on his movie counterpart, and the two work together to avoid their murderous Oni Aunt.

That's all the ones I can find in my Bookmarks list on AO3 and FF. More may have come out since I burned out on Ninjago, so keep your eyes open. I hope you enjoy my recommendations.

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I have a little idea for Male!Reader x james Hook and morgie

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Male reader (son of Rapunzel maybe?) Went back in time with Red and Chloe, Hook and Morgie took a certain interest in him cause the boy is a stubborn little thing with a big mouth.

The Reader is mostly annoyed/amused with Hooks flirting and finds Morgies teasing Interesting. Reader is interested in morgie (sorry hook) but the Reader knows he cant put a move on morgie even if he wants to cause that could cause problems with the timeline and the future

Its all just a mess for the reader but he may or may not become weak at one point cause lets be honest- who can resist a Dork that acts like a golden retriever.

Having the Morgie boys be some of the main people in my inbox is literally my favorite thing. I love him so much, this is wonderful.

In Another Life

Morgie le Fay x Time traveling!Reader/James Hook x Time Traveling!Reader

Pronouns Used: He/Him/His

Summary: When Rapunzel’s son is dragged back in time by his childhood best friend he finds himself the object of two villains’ affections.

Warnings: suggestive comments, crying technically, minor swearing, a few words in German, bad ending, mentions of death, the reader is kinda mean to Chloe in the first paragraph

Word Count: 2.9K

Translations (I don't speak German so I hope this is correct)

hau rein - "see ya", mein sonnenschein - "My sunshine"

    “How was I supposed to know that I’d get us sent to the past when I grabbed you? You have to forgive me at some point!” The blue-haired girl looks nearly animated in her movements as the argues with him. Chloe had managed to get him thrown into every single negative situation she’d gone through the entire time they’d known each other. But this? This takes the cake. “I can’t believe you! How dare you act like this is just a little spill, we’re stuck here Chloe. Stuck, no going home until some Wonderland kid we just met decides we can. This is not something I’ll just ‘forgive you eventually’ for! I should be at home with my family, not here in a point of time where our country doesn’t even exist yet!” His arms move wildly in the air around him as he yells. The last day with his parents until family day and now he had to spend it with someone else? And he was supposed to, what? Trust a kid who just convicted his best friend’s mother of treason? This was ridiculous. Everyone should know not to trust the person who got your mother sentenced to death to help save their mother. “What about my family? If we didn’t come back then my mom would for sure die.” “No Chloe, not we. If you and Red didn’t. This doesn’t involve me. I don’t want to be here!” “And you think I do?” 

    He turns on his heel, storming off towards the woods behind him. “(Y/n) Fitzherbert! You don’t even know where you’re going!” The boy huffs, waving a hand at her as if to brush her off “Well, guess I’ll just have to get lost!” Normally he wouldn’t be so huffy. But normally normal things were happening to him. Being the first person to experience time travel was not part of his bucket list, he could promise you that. He just needed to clear his head, regroup. That would fix him, surely it would.  The woods felt no different to the ones in his own part of the timeline, though then again, how could they be? They were just woods, just trees and grass and morning dew. It smelt fresher though, as if the air was cleaner somehow. Perhaps it was, the past couple decades had the time to affect the air, would they not? (Y/n) would never tell his friends about where exactly he went when he was alone in the woods, they all assumed he spent his time at the enchanted lake, and he  assumed it was better that way. Some things should get to be secrets, if not he’d never be alone again. He deserved to have his secrets. Everyone did, didn’t they? 

      And there it was, the old shell of a hideout that looked newer now, nicer. Not that it looked nice per say but it wasn’t what he was used to back home. The boy slowly makes his way to the side of the lagoon, jumping from rock to rock as he approached his slice of solitude. It felt like he was where he was supposed to be for the first time in the four hours he’d been stuck in the past. Listening to the familiar thump of his converse on the large flat pieces of stone put him at peace. Maybe for only a few minutes he could be at home, that’s all he wanted. Home, god Red better be able to get them back there. He just needed his taste of it, then he’d go put on a pretty face for Chloe and Red and apologize to his best friend for yelling at her. Of course he would, he always did.

   At home, he was pretty much the only person who even knew about the black lagoon, no one else was ever there. So why would he expect someone now? The two boys sitting in the hideout were a shock to him. How had he never thought about who would have used the place before him? He was smarter than that, surely he was. Had the boys been facing away from him, he would’ve just left. Actually gone to the Enchanted Lake or maybe just turned back to Chloe. That wasn’t his luck though, instead they stared at him nearly challenging him.  Silently but visibly questioning what made him think he was allowed to be in their space.

      “What have we here?” The boy with the darker hair steps towards him, hook swinging towards him in a manner that almost felt playful. “We don’t get many Princes around here. What a surprise,” he slides the dull end of the golden hook down the boy’s cheek, smirking at him, “Come here looking for something, did you?” The seductive tone of the pirate was so thick you’d have to be a fool to miss it. Something similar to how he’d spoken to Chloe earlier when she was more than ready to fight him. No doubt the pirate was just like that. His eyes go over the boy, giving him the up and down twice before scoffing, “Not for you.” Hook drops his arm, stepping back slightly with a brow quirked. “Oh really?” The other boy comes up behind him now, hands resting on Hook’s shoulders as he peers over him at the Prince. “So you’re here for me then?” His lip slots between his teeth as he looks at the boy. Something about the teasing tone Morgie used had his stomach flipping. The smirk on his face was softer, an almost hopeful twinkle in his eyes.  “Come on, Darling, we both saw how you were looking at us back in the courtyard. Who’d you come to see?” Hook crosses his arms as he speaks, shamelessly checking out the Prince. 

    “Actually,” (Y/n) steps away, heading over to that old seashell chair he  adored and falling in it, “I was hoping the place was empty. Shouldn’t you two be in class?” Morgie’s brows furrow, that was his seat, why would he take his seat? “Shouldn’t you be in class, Darling?” Eyes roll back in their sockets as he runs his hand down the fabric of the chair. It was so much nicer right now, going back to the way it was in the future was going to suck now that he knew its potential. “You don’t need to worry about where I should be.”  “Oh no,” Morgie waltzes to his side, perching on the chair beside him, so close their thighs brush as he sits, “Well, you’re in our space and my seat. So I think we do get to worry about where you’re supposed to be.” Morgie's seat, huh? He hums, a smirk on his lips, “If you say so.” “I do,” Morgie lets his eyes shamelessly linger on his mouth, taking in the smirk that seemed to tease him back. This was the closest he’d ever been to a royal without actively harassing them. He thought the stranger would pull away, maybe move from his chair all together, but he didn’t. He simply adjusted in the seat, their legs getting closer as he did, now pressed to each other, solidifying his stance on moving. “Listen boys, you can pretend I’m not here, I don’t really care. I just need a piece of home and this is as close as I can get.”  

     Hook and Morgie share a look, seeming to communicate through their eyes. This exchange student didn’t fear them in the slightest. It was new, almost a rush for the both of them. And in that moment they seemed to silently agree on something. This was going to be their new little game it seemed. Who could get the new boy’s affections first? May the odds be ever in your favor. 

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      Pretending he didn’t know exactly where they were going while walking with Red and Chloe to the Black Lagoon was harder than he thought. Surely if he was too obvious they’d get suspicious. And he couldn’t imagine how they’d react if they knew he’d spent a whole class period with two boys who would help lead to the mess they’d been facing back home. Not that he’d meant to spend time with them, of course not. Why would he? They were villains, or at least they were supposed to be. He wasn’t so sure he could call them that though, not after the way he saw them. How would those two boys, the ones who were teases as best, go on to end up on the Isle of the Lost? How would Morgie end up there at all? Surely it would have to be similar to how the VKs from his part of the timeline did, wouldn’t it? Just a victim to his family line, nothing more. Not that he knew him. Of course one afternoon wasn’t enough to know a person, but the way he spoke, the innocence in his eyes when (Y/n) had confused him a few times, that seemed a little hard to fake. 

     He lags behind the girls as they walk away from the Lagoon, lost in his own mind. Not that they’d notice, too wrapped up in talking about the prank that was meant to be pulled in two days. Chloe being a touch too distracted by the red lipstick painting the other princess’ lips. He took a mental note to tease her for that later, some point where they could all laugh about all this. He could feel eyes on him from behind, pausing to put more space between the girls before him and himself. Whoever was trailing them didn’t need to bother the princesses, he could handle them alone for sure. Left hand reaching for the sword on his hip as two bodies collide with his back. Chests to his shoulders. “Are you following us now, Darling?” “Miss us that much already?” (Y/n) turns to look over his left shoulder first, smiling at Morgie and sending him a teasing wink before turning the other way to look at Hook. Hand falling away from his sword, he wouldn't need it against them. “It seems to me you’re following me, Captain. Considering you ran into my back when I stopped walking and all.” “Touché,” he smirks, putting his hook under the boy’s chin with a smile, “Can you blame me? Watching you walk away is quite the view.” 

   He laughs, stepping away from the pirate and slightly running into Morgie. “You pirates are all so shameless. Ego’s bigger than your ship isn’t it?” “Oh wouldn’t you like to know? You should come ride it some time.” He winks at the Prince, words obviously holding a double meaning that should've brought a blush to his cheeks. (Y/n) laughs, taking notice of the gentle hand that had found its way onto his shoulder from behind. “Oh, I’ve seen the Jolly Roger, she’s not that impressive.” Hook raises a brow, “Oh you have? How haven’t I seen you before, then?” Shit, he hadn’t seen the Jolly Roger while Hook was the Captain. He shouldn’t have let that slip. “I’ve visited Neverland a time or two, guess you just aren’t that observant.” Hopefully it was convincing enough, he turns to the sorcerer behind him, the boy looking down at him. “You would’ve noticed me, wouldn’t you?” He hoped it would help make his earlier words more convincing or at least serve as a good distraction from them. If it hadn’t been so dark, the boy would’ve seen the pink hue drawn to Morgie’s cheeks and ears. The villain silently thanking Uliana for wanting to wait until dark to discuss their plans for revenge, had they done this earlier he would’ve been caught for sure. “Of course I would. Look at you.” It wasn’t as smooth as he’d hoped for, nothing like the line delivery he’d had in the daylight but he could still see a smile play across the Prince’s face, teeth and eyes sparkling in the pale moonlight. 

    “I’d hope so, I like the attention.” He knew better than to play with him like that. Who knew how they’d be changing the future just from a small interaction. Though it seemed that Chloe and Red hadn’t, (Y/n) did learn a thing or two about the Butterfly Effect. He could only hope to all things good that he wouldn’t ruin his own future by just being between the two boys. If he was stronger, maybe he'd move. It was hard not to linger there though, with that sweet look on Morgie’s face and the burning feeling of the pirate’s eyes on him. Boys back home never looked at him like this .Never stared at his lips the way Morgie did, it felt good. And if he wasn’t so scared of changing things, he might have just given in to those half lidded eyes that were locked on his lips and leaned up. Were they as soft as they looked? It was like the other boy could read his thoughts, Hook turning him to face away from Morgie with a teasing smirk playing on his lips,  “If it’s attention you’re looking for, I know a great source.” (Y/n) laughs, shaking his head as he pulls away from both of them. “You don’t know when to quit, do you, Captain? Well, hau rein boys, have a good night.” 

     Morgie hates to admit to how hard he was staring as he watched the prince walk away from him. Eyes locked on the royal strut, he knew Hook’s would be too. It was nearly impossible to look away from him. “What language was that?” He spares Hook a look when the darkness swallows the boy’s receding form, brows raised in confusion. “I,” Hook stops, turning to look at his friend with an equally confused face, “I’m not sure.” 

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    Two days in the past shouldn’t have this effect on him. It’s embarrassing, how did he let a boy he just met get him so wrapped up like this. A boy he couldn’t even have, and yet he was begging for an extra thirty minutes in the past to just say goodbye. Running through the halls of Merlin academy just hoping to see a flash of black and green. He had to say goodbye, he just, he had something he had to do. For himself. Where would a sorcerer whose friends all just got frozen by a magic cookbook be hiding? Where would he be if Chloe had just been frozen? 

    Looking for whoever did it to her. Without a second thought he’d be looking for whoever hurt her. And if Morgie was anything like him, that's what he'd be doing too. So that means, he needed to retrace his steps from the office to Red’s dorm. Running back towards the dorm and straight past it he ends up slamming into a solid chest. Two strong hands grabbing his arms and stabilizing him as the impact almost sends him falling backwards. He looks up to see a pair of hazel eyes that had plagued him for the past two days. He assumes they’ll be haunting him for the rest of his life now. The boy being forever unattainable.  The thought was nauseating.

    “Hey! Careful there, you almost wiped out,” Morgie’s hands slide down his arms, ghosting over the bewildered look on his face, “You okay, (Y/n)?” He didn’t know the boy well, Morgie couldn’t deny that. But he could feel in his heart of hearts that the way the boy laughed at his question was out of character. “I was looking for you actually, lucky me that you were,” he looks at those pretty eyes again, letting out a shaky breath, “Right here.” A pale pink lip slides between his teeth, disrupting the smile that was trying to spread across his face, “Lucky I was, someone had to catch you.” (Y/n) shakes his head, breaking eye contact, “People don’t tend to catch me very often.”It makes Morgie place a single knuckle under his chin, tilting his face back up so he has to look him in the eyes again. “I’d catch you every time. I actually was looking for you too. I needed to ask you something.” 

     The sorcerer had that hopeful look back in his eyes, the one he'd had back in the hide out. It made (Y/n)’s chest hurt. “You did?” He nods, smile stretched across his face as he pulls his hands back to himself, fiddling with his fingers as he speaks. “Listen, I know that it’s super late, considering it’s tomorrow and all, but I was wondering if you’d go to Castlecoming with me? I know we just met and all but there’s no better time to get to know each other right?” He knew from the way the Prince’s face fell that there was no way he’d get the answer he wanted. If he was smarter, maybe he would've run away. 

     “Oh, Morgie, in another life I’d be able to answer that the way I want to.” He frowns, brows furrowing, “Well, why can’t you?” He lets his palm rest on Morgie’s cheek, and despite the fact that the boy’s heart was visibly breaking, he nuzzles against his hand. “You could never understand how us being together would effect where I’m from,” it’s shaky, a slow breath following his words. His voice was weaker than he wanted it to be. “Is it,” he takes a shaky breath, eyes growing a little blurry as he looks at the prince. He thought he was different, that maybe his family wouldn’t matter to him, how silly he was to believe that. “Is it because I’m a villain?” (Y/n) knew better when he leaned forward, he knew better than placing his lips on those pretty pale pink ones. It was a kiss he’d compare to every one that followed. Soft, sweet and sad, a poetic moment that would only ever get to be a memory. He knew he’d regret it when he went home and nothing felt like the lips of the second generation sorcerer. Forehead resting on the other boy’s as he lets out a sigh, eyes still closed because he knew he couldn't look at the boy and get his words out. The way he caught feelings for the first person to show him attention was embarrassing. “Mein sonnenschein, I didn’t get to know you well, but I know you are no villain. In another life I’d be your happily ever after.” Morgie frowns, pulling away from him, “I wish it could be this one.” Eyes opening at the loss of contact, (Y/n) looks up at the boy, his words were doing more harm than good. He knew he should turn away, he needed to get back to Red - to his home-, but tearing his eyes away from the boy would hurt. “Yeah,” he wipes a tear he didn’t mean to let slip, “Yeah, I do too.”

Yeah, there was no way he'd just "forgive Chloe at some point" over this one. No one is supposed to break their own heart.

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