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justmystyles · 9 months

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With this Ring

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pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader

word count: 1.1k

summary: Harry takes his commitment to you to a new level.

a/n: watching everyone go nuts over that tattoo reminded me of a Harry head canon that i've been sitting on, and i felt like this would be a great time to put it out there. this story takes place in the NYIML timeline, but that story is so far from a wedding, so they'll get their proper wedding eventually. just act surprised when this happens again at some point, eventually.

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You study Harry’s expression as he examines the selection of rings in front of him. He doesn’t seem particularly taken by any of them, and you’re pretty sure you know why.

In just a few weeks, you and Harry are finally getting married. A quiet celebration with your closest family and friends at your villa in Italy. Today, you were selecting your wedding bands. Yours was an easy choice, you selected a simple, understated white gold band that complimented your engagement ring perfectly. Harry however, was having a more difficult time making a decision.

Harry already had an extensive collection of rings. A large gold ‘H’ usually occupies his left ring finger, but he was looking at simple gold bands to replace it, for you. You knew he would never complain, or say anything to you about it, but you were sure that a part of him wasn't thrilled about the change.

“Harry?” You get his attention when the jeweler steps out back to grab some more options. Your fiance looks up at you and hums in response. “You don’t have to get a wedding ring, you know.”

Harry furrows his brow. “What do you mean? We’re getting married, of course I do.” He reaches out, placing his hand over yours.

“You already have a ring for that finger. Besides, you don’t need to wear a piece of jewelry to prove that you're mine. It’s an antiquated tradition.” You shrug.

“Ha!” Harry’s hands quickly covered his mouth at the bark of laughter that escaped him. “Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “Baby, I’ve never seen someone plan a more traditional wedding, and now you’re telling me that one of the main components is antiquated?”

“I just want you to be happy, and I feel like one of these boring basic bands wouldn’t do that.”

“Princess,” he takes your face in his hands, looking deep into your eyes. “You make me happy, and I can’t wait to be your husband and show the whole world I belong to you. If I could tattoo ‘property of Y/N’ across my forehead without looking completely insane, I would do it in a heartbeat.” He pulled your face to his, as the two of you kissed, it was as if a lightbulb went off in his head. He knew the perfect solution.

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“I now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride.” The officiant announced as Harry pulled you into him, dropping his lips down to meet yours in a passionate kiss as your friends and family cheered.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, for the first time ever, Mister and Misses Harry Styles!” The two of you turned, facing the crowd, Harry raising your joined hands in the air victoriously as you made your way down the aisle with the italian sunset setting the most romantic backdrop you could have possibly dreamed of.

The two of you stepped back into your villa, Harry tugging your arm and pressing you against the wall. “My wife,” he sighed happily before crashing his lips against yours. He pulled back, resting his hand on the side of your neck, brushing your cheek with his thumb. “My beautiful wife. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, husband.” You giggle, pulling his left hand to your mouth and kissing the simple gold band that now adorned his left ring finger. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” You asked. He gave you a mischievous smirk, and you furrowed your brow. “What?”

“I may have had an idea after our talk at the jewelry store.” He chuckled at your curious expression. “Come with me, Mrs. Styles.”

He took you by the hand and led you to the bridal suite area. When you stepped inside, there was a table, wrapped in plastic with a chair on either side, and a large man setting up supplies.

“Harry?” You asked curiously.

He smiled at you, kissing the wrinkle that formed between your eyebrows. “I thought about what you said, about how I already had rings, and you didn’t want me to have to give them up. I figured out a way that I could have both. I’m going to have your name tattooed around my ring finger.” He announced proudly. “That way, I have my wedding ring on all the time, even if I’m wearing my H.”

Your eyes start to water as you take in his words. He studies your face, worry creeping into his expression. “Are you… is that okay?”

You throw yourself into his arms, burying your face in the crook of his neck. “Baby, that’s amazing. Are you sure? A tattoo is a forever thing.”

Harry chuckles, pulling you back so he can look you in the eyes. “So are we, princess. Remember like five minutes ago when we got married?” He wiped a stray tear off your cheek.

“Yeah of course,” you say with a light laugh.

“C’mon,” he tugs on your hand and brings you over to the table. “I want my wife with me while I do this.”

He takes a seat at the table, pulling you onto his lap as he lays his left hand onto the table. The tattoo artist confirms that Harry is ready before dipping the tattoo pen in the ink and begins to write your name in small letters across Harry’s finger as your wedding photographer takes pictures, her assistant shooting a video of the moment. Your eyes travel from Harry’s face to the work being done on his finger. His eyes meet yours and he puckers his lips, you lean in to kiss him softly.

“Are you… does it hurt? It seems like that would be a painful spot.”

“Nothing hurts with you by my side.” He smiled, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“Ugh,” you groaned. “So corny. But I guess I can let it slide today. I mean, you are getting my name permanently etched on your body.”

“My wife is so merciful,” he said, his thumb absentmindedly running across your hip.

After a few more minutes, the tattoo was finished and Harry held his left hand up to admire the work. You grasped his wrist and moved it in front of your face. “Hmm… that’s not how you spell my name.”

“What?!” Harry pulled his hand out of your grip and held it up close to his eyes. “Wait, yes it is.”

“I know, I was just messing with you.” You laughed. “It’s perfect Harry, I love it.”

“And I love you, my wife.”

“I love you too, husband.”

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shower-racoon · 4 months

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Suggestions for the second Funky Little Guy Contest are now closed! thank you all for suggesting your characters, I would've taken all year to gather characters on my own!

characters who will be in the contest:

Morpho Knight (Kirby)

Dark Matter Blade (Kirby)

Marx (Kirby)

Jevil (Deltarune)

Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic)

The Lamb (Cult of the Lamb)

The Knight (Hollow Knight)

Hat Kid (A Hat in Time)

Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls)

The Collector (The Owl House)

Naruto (Naruto)

Nanika (Hunter X Hunter)

Rango (Rango)

Gollum (Lord of the Rings)

Neo (RWBY)

Aura Bella Fiora (Overlord)

Bella the cat, courtesy of @crowcorvo (real life, exception to the "must wear at least one article of clothing" rule)

Puss in Boots (Shrek)

Danny Devito (real life, exception to the "must have killed/had murderous intent before" rule(to my knowledge))

Hop Pop (Amphibia)

Mega Man/Rock Man (Mega Man/Rock Man)

Golden Baby Yoshi (Mario)

Toon Link (Legend of Zelda)

Emdroid (Nightmare Time)

project bunny (honkai impact 3rd)

The Impostor (Among Us)

Impmon (Digimon)

Anna (Fire Emblem Engage)

Cunoesse (Disco Elysium)

Wayward Vagabond (Homestuck)

Koopa Troopa (Mario Kart)

Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)

I'll need some time to organize the roster (I feel like it's pretty unbalanced as it is now), but barring any unforseen circumstances, I should be ready to start round 1 on February 13th!

#funky little guy contest #if danny devito has killed/had murderous intent before I will remove that exception #also I don't know what the results of the baby yoshi poll were so I'm just guessing based on what was the popular option when I saw it

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erodasfishtacos · 2 years

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Always Knew You Weren’t The One

prompt (kofi commission): Mama tacos I wanna commission cheatingrry break up with Anna BUT u don’t have to do it right away like if u have other stuff planned I’m so fine with waiting I just kinda wanna guarantee it and just know that’s it’s coming in the future u know hehehe aka The Breakup Fic.

Word count: 6.5k+

Warnings: mentions on domestic abuse, smut, harry cheats on OFC w/ YN; MINORS DNI, 18+

authors note: if you don’t like the cheatingrry trope, don’t read it ☺️ you may want to reread this one shot before reading this!

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It didn’t feel quite real when Harry woke up.

All the memories of yesterday flooding back to him in a rush of emotion and pure, unadulterated happiness that all his dreams are finally coming true.

YN is nearly on top of Harry as she snoozes, he’s flat on his back and has her face hidden in his neck, chest on his, and thigh slung over his hips.

He gently wriggles under so he can lift up her left hand, just the smallest amount, and notices that the engagement ring is still sitting firmly on the finger he’d placed it on last night.

Harry couldn’t explain the thoughts that were coursing through his mind, that after all this hard work and dedication to making her better that they were able to get to this point.

The girl he’d been desperately in love with since he was fifteen, she was finally his in every way, and he was just internally growling with possessiveness.

The ring looked so fucking pretty on her finger, it matched her - beautiful, one-of-a-kind, and just breathe-taking.

He was going to marry her, actually, truly now has confirmation that he’ll be able to make this woman his wife.

Sue him, he’s a guy - he can’t help it if his cock twitches a little bit at the thought of her spread underneath him every night for the rest of his life.

Harry had already convinced himself that if he didn’t end up marrying YN, he probably would have never gotten married to anyone else.

A quiet intake of air interrupts his thoughts as YN stirs awake, taking a few snuffingly breathes - lips smacking against his chest.

Panic shoots through his entire being, now was the absolute moment of truth, what if she woke up and regretted it?

What if she wants to hand back the ring and act like nothing ever happened?

Harry doesn’t think he could mentally handle that with a serious breakdown in the process.

“You’re too sticky,” YN complains with a sleepy rasp in her tone, voice croaky but she makes no attempt to move from her spot.

Harry’s hand moves to thumb over her cheekbone as she blinks tiredly up at him, “M’only like this because you’ve been clung to me like a little monkey the whole night.”

“Lies,” She giggles when he starts to tug her up closer until their noses are basically touching, her eyes twinkling and happy, “My fiancé shouldn’t say such hurtful things.”

And there it is.

“Baby,” Harry croons in complete bliss, making her laugh from her belly when he begins to pepper kiss all over her nose, cheeks, jaw in adoration, “I-I am so god damn proud of you. You’re finally mine, pup.”

“You know I’ve always been yours,” She whispers with a more serious tone, wriggling as close as possible - he still smells like his cologne from the night before and it’s intoxicating.

It makes tears prick behind his eyes because he’s always known that but now it finally feels that way as he looks at his strong, empowered, confident fiancée.

“Please let me have you, darling,” He pleads softly, lips brushing more meaningfully against hers this time and his hands sliding down her sides to her hips, “Need to show you how much I love you.”

“You think you deserve it?” YN teases playfully, dragging his bottom lip between her teeth and giving it a nip.

“Don’t deserve you,” Harry murmurs honestly, licking over his bitten lips, “But hope you’ll still let me have you. Give you what you deserve - spread you open, make you drip, make you feel good.”

Fuck, he was irresistible from the low, croak of his morning voice to how his eyes were flickering between her lips and eyes.

“Come on, might as well practice your husbandly duties,” YN remarks coyly, dragging her cold toes across his calves, “Prove to me you’ll be a good one.”

And bingo, YN should have known that was going to strike a chord because Harry's mood shifts dramatically from soft and sweet to rough and predatory as he quickly flips them until she’s on her back and he’s straddling her hips.

Harry gives her a wide, sharp smile as he chuckles deep from his chest, “Oh puppy. M’gonna show you what a good husband does.”

“All talk, no action,” She taunts just to make him bristle before he’s cutting off anything else she’s about to throw at him by putting his index and middle finger to her lips.

“Suck,” He commands, his tone has lost its teasing edge and now he’s telling her exactly what to do for him.

And she just melts so fucking beautifully when she wants to, which she does right now, her eyes become wider, more unfocused, and she whines but opens her mouth.

“There my good girl,” Harry murmurs proudly, eyes darkening as her tongue twirls around his fingers, playfully bringing her teeth down on his knuckles, “Get ‘em wet for me.”

YN does as she’s told, lapping at them as she keeps her gaze on him, wriggling her hips in excitement when with his free hand he shoves her underwear down until they’re stuck around her thick thighs.

He takes his now damp fingers down between her legs, even though she was slick enough on her own before he’s teasing at her entrance.

“Stop teasing,” YN hisses, she always got so fucking bratty when she wasn’t in the mood to be edged at all and it made Harry lean down to bite at her jaw, “Make me come.”

And Harry submits for her, like he always does, shucking off her panties before his fingers are slipping in easily and the right velvet of her walls make him twitch as he crooks his fingers toward her spot.

“I’ve always given you what you wanted, yeah?” Harry murmurs softly, his fingers are moving at a torturously slow rate - making her full and wanting more.

“Always,” YN agrees sweetly, letting her legs spread open as far as possible to welcome him in, her excitement coating his fingers as she tries to push down on them.

“Cut it out, you’re not riding them right now,” Harry scolds with a grunt when she tries to build up a rhythm by using her thighs as momentum, “If you don’t stop being greedy, I’m not making you come.”

YN begrudgingly stops moving her hips down with a narrowed glare and a pouty lower lip that Harry has to bite at until she squeaks.

“There’s my good little wife,” Harry coos because the words taste so good on his tongue, his sweet scared girl - trusting and confident because she knows what she is so fucking certain of what she wants now.

“H,” YN whines, moving down to wrap her fingers around his wrist, halting his motions between her legs until they lock eyes again, “Please baby, need you in me. C’mon, don’t want to be teased, just want it.”

Harry wants to bite her again, make her shimmer down but she’s bossy and he folds to her every single time - the only person on earth who he’d follow blindly.

“Okay, okay,” He simpers as he sits back up, he wants to get his mouth on her - lick into her until she’s teary and hazy but he can always get back to that afterwards.

Despite the fact that he has the urge to grab himself at the base, tease his ruddy head against her clit, smack the weight of it there and just barely push in but he knows he’ll only get pushback from her because that’s not what she wants right now.

Instead, he tucks himself into her carefully even though he doesn’t need to be - her cunt is slick and open for him, giving him not resistant but still snug as all hell around him.

He thinks this has to be the closest thing to heaven.

“Yes,” YN hisses in a high pitch mewl that makes his hackles raise, when she tries to meet his hips to get more movement, he grips her waist and pushes her down against the mattress - stilling her.

“What has gotten into you, puppy?” Harry grits out in impatience, holding her steady and letting himself rest at her opening before slowly but fiercely thrusting into her.

“We’re engaged,” YN whispers almost like it’s a secret as she pulls him down with a hand weaved through his hair until their lips are locking together, “We’re going to get married, have babies, grow old together.”

Harry gasps into her open mouth, his breath taken away because just like the night before it truly hits him again and he doesn’t even recognize that he has tears trailing down his cheeks.

“Yeah,” He laughs shakily, not even able to focus on kissing her, “I’m going to make you my wife, give you as many babies as you want, take care of you until forever. You’re mine, aren’t you? Finally fucking mine.”

Her thumbs come up to brush the wetness away, “You know you’ve always been it for me. Through it all, H. Never have given it to anyone but you.”

It makes a spark of proud possessiveness lick up his spine, nearly purring as he murmurs, “Only one who’s ever going to eat this perfect little cunt, tease it, fuck it. Right, pup?”

The words have YN trying to squeeze him between her thighs before letting them fall open again to reveal herself to him like a fucking birthday present.

“Look at her,” Harry admires pleased, thumb coming to rub tight circles on her swollen bud as he starts a steady pace of fucking into her.

YN gets frustrated because now Harry’s being bossy and she just wants to take control - her orgasm has been teetering for the past few minutes and she wants it wreck her.

She bats his hand away from her, ignoring his hiss of irritation when she scootches up the bed until he’s completely out her - cock drippy with a mixture of both of them, hard, and so fucking thick.

Before he has time to complain, she’s rearranging them until she can straddle his hips and slide right down onto his length the way she wants.

“Fuckin’ Christ,” Harry moans out, body melting against the headboard as YN takes what she wants, grinding her hips in deep circles to hit her spot while her clit gets the friction from his pubic bone, “S’yours, can’t believe you ever had to doubt how much it is. Got the sweetest pussy on this earth, fuck.”

It made YN swell with confidence as her orgasm starts building in no time once again but it tips her over the edge when Harry uses both of his big hands to push her tits together and take quick turns nipping and sucking at her nipples

“Oh, yes. Feels so good,” YN mewls, hand coming to cradle the back of his head to keep his mouth working on her chest as she speeds up her hips on him, using him to get her own pleasure.

Harry is so gone for his girl, admires how she has no shame in chasing her pleasure as she rides him - not trying to be sexy or get him going (even though it does) but to find her own euphoria - eyes squeezed shut, sweat beading at her temple as her rhythm is sloppy and uncoordinated as she cries out as she comes.

When YN starts to shake as she slumps against him in the aftermath of her peak, Harry moves to grip her hips, steadying her as he pumps up into her only a few times before he’s letting out his own growl of release before allowing his hips to fall back down to the bed.

In this moment, as YN nuzzles her face into his neck - her hair sticking to the dampness of his skin and he wraps his arms her to keep her tight to his chest - well everything was worth it.

The years of heartbreak, different girlfriends he despised, the tears, the anxiety, the late nights of just holding her through flashbacks, the copious amounts of hours he sat in a full waiting room as she did trauma therapy.

He helped heal her, make her whole again, ready to take on the world - now she was ready to live her life truly with him and it makes him feel indescribable, like his body is too small for all the emotion he feels.

Harry doesn’t realize how long he was wrapped up in his thoughts because what shakes him from them is a light snore from his fiancée.

YN had managed to drift back asleep despite what an awkward position she was cramped into as she splayed across his chest with her lips near his pulse point - safe and satisfied.

He can’t help but snort at how adorable she is as he readjusts her until she’s laying back fully onto the bed and grumbling tiredly.

And Harry can’t be blamed if he drifts back off to sleep for a little while longer.

- later that day -

Harry decided a public place was best for breaking up with Anna, he didn’t want to spend another minute attached to this woman, and so after he woke up once again, he texted her to make lunch plans to end it once and for all.

After she had pushed him last night, put hands on him, he felt any ounce of sympathy that he would have for ending it dissipated from his body - she didn’t deserve empathy anymore.

Anna was truly under a delusional impression, Harry and her had been through some of the nastiest fights she’s ever had with a boyfriend and she always thought he never broke up with her because he was that in love with her.

Never could she have guessed why he had stuck around and how it actually had nothing to do with her, that she was a pawn to prove loyalty to another.

He wasn’t even a good partner, he was sharp, impatient, cold, and unapproachable but to Anna, it was more enticing that she could tell people who her boyfriend was - wealthy, self-made, and extremely extremely attractive.

Harry even picked an small, quaint little brunch place in a fashion district of the city to help aid the harshness that was about to come.

He hoped a nice, busy restaurant would dissuade Anna from having an absolute raging meltdown that Harry was preparing for.

The last step before it’s just him and his fiancée, he couldn’t wait to get this over with, and get back to his love.

“Thank you for asking me out,” Anna starts as they get seated after meeting in the front of the old brick building, “I’m really sorry about how I behaved last night. It was unacceptable.”

Harry inhales a deep breath before nodding in agreement, “You're right. It was completely unacceptable for you to put your hands on me.”

Anna’s brows furrow at the way he chose to phrase his words, she was under the impression that this was just another one of their fights that would be swept under the rug.

“I just pushed you. Don’t act like I hurt you,” Anna bites back defensively, she didn’t appreciate that he was making such a big deal of a little shove.

“It’s not about it hurting or not,” Harry grits out, trying to keep his cool, “It’s the fact that because you were upset with me, you thought it was okay to do that.”

“If you wouldn’t have treated me like that, I wouldn’t have had to do that,” Anna scoffs, easily transitioning the blame to him instead as she takes a sip of her mimosa.

“I’m allowed to have boundaries,” He points out with annoyance, “I wasn’t feeling well and you tried to push your way into my house.”

“Yes, sorry for trying to be a good girlfriend,” She retorts with a tone drenched in sarcasm, accompanied by a roll of her eyes, “Why are you acting like such a baby, huh? Big bad man can’t take a little shove from a girl?”

Harry is desperately trying to keep his emotions under control as Anna tries to demean and gaslight him without even trying to disguise it.

It isn’t even close to the first time.

“You need to come to this party with me,” Anna sneers angrily, a bottle of perfume whirling past Harry's head and smashing against the wall behind him, “I’m sick of you being so inconsistent. You need to act like a fucking actual boyfriend.”

Harry feels his heart rate pick up as he looks back to see the sticky, sparkly perfume stain the starch white of the wall - glass fractured and broken on the ground.

“Throwing shit at me isn’t going to make me stay,” Harry roars back in her face, disgusted by who Anna turns him into as a person.

“It’s over,” Harry sighs, fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose, “I can’t do this anymore with you. I should have ended this a long time ago.”

Anna’s eyes widened, she had the audacity to actually be surprised, “Wha-? Harry, no. No, I’m sorry. I just - stop, you’re not breaking up with me. No.”

Harry shakes his head, praying she keeps her voice down, “I am. I am breaking up with you, Anna. It’s just not working out. I can’t fucking stand you, you can’t stand me. It doesn’t make sense.”

“We-we can make it work. I’ll do better, Harry. I promise, please baby,” Anna cries in a nasally whine that has him clenching his fist from how obnoxious and overdramatic it is.

“No, really. I need you to listen, it’s over,” He’s calm with his words, sipping his glass of water and not engaging back in her fight - letting her act like a tantruming toddler.

It’s just…Harry doesn’t have any empathy to watch a grown woman throw a fit like this over when he’s watched YN go through so much worse with stoic and strong composure.

YN only threw tantrums when Harry teased her too much when she just wanted him to make her come - he smiles softly to himself at the thought before Anna’s crying interrupts it.

Harry just watches as Anna’s expensive mascara runs down her cheeks, dabbing at them to prevent smudging, and she’s giving him these puppy dog eyes.

“I’m sorry, Anna. I am,” Harry lies to help smooth over the situation, “We just aren’t meant for each other. I’m sure you’ll find someone who -“

“You fucking prick,” Anna cuts him off, tears halting with her teeth clenched as fire blazes behind her irises in disbelief, “I knew it.”

Harry’s brow furrowed in confusion until he follows Anna’s gaze to his neck - where no doubt YN has sucked a gnarly hickey onto that was supposed to be hidden under his collar but must have gotten exposed.

“How long, huh?” Anna demands, a shrillness coating her words, “How long have you been fucking that bitch while with me?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Harry lies steadily, he wasn’t going to bring YN into this like Anna wanted.

“How long have you been fucking YN behind my back?” She repeats in pure fury, “I should have known that pathetic girl would manage to make you feel sorry enough for her scar-riddled body that you’d give in and stick your dick in her.”

Harry refuses to argue with this woman but isn’t going to sit her and have her disrespect the love of his life.

“Have a nice life, Anna,” Harry tells her as he fishes out his wallet, placing a few bills down for the drinks and the food that hasn’t even been delivered yet, “Lunch is on me.”

Anna apparently isn’t happy with that though before she’s pushing out of her chair and tugging her purse onto her shoulder.

Before Harry can react, Anna is snagging her alcoholic drink and throwing it onto him - drenching him in a mixture of orange juice and expensive champagne that automatically makes his curls become limp in front of his face.

By the time he wipes his face with the napkin, eyes burning from the alcohol, she’s already stormed off and left.

Despite how much he reeked of mimosa, his gucci shirt was ruined, and the whole restaurant witnessed the incident - he had to chuckle to himself.

He was finally fucking free of that bitch.

It doesn’t mean that she doesn’t attempt to call him, text him, and even show up to his house a few times to no avail to apologize once again.

But those calls, texts, and knocks on the door go unanswered as Anna dwells on Harry, he’s too busy creating his new life with his favorite person on this earth.

- five years later -

Anna had just gotten seated with her parents at one of the most exclusive restaurants in London, her father managed to snag a reservation after a long month waitlist.

Her boyfriend, Todd, had also accompanied them - dressed not nearly fancy enough in a pair of loose jeans, scuffed up dress shoes, and an atrocious teal colored polo.

They’d been together for nearly three years, he hadn’t made any move to make things more serious with a ring or even ask her to move in with him.

He was mediocre at best, dull and liked to ditch her on the weekends to go watch rugby and drink pints down at the pub with his high school friends where they still basked in the memories of being popular over a decade ago.

Anna’s parents like him well enough but she was thirty now, they wanted her to settle down, get married, have kids, and it didn’t look like that was happening any time soon.

She would be lying if she said she’s forgotten about Harry, still daydreams about what their life would have been like together with vacations in Italy, a massive diamond on her finger, a few children with nannies to watch over them as they globetrot.

However, Anna had never heard from him since that fateful afternoon nearly five years ago when she had splashed a drink in his face.

All of their shared friends cut ties with her, Mitch, Sarah, Niall, none of them ever talked to her again after that.

Anna never actually knew if it was YN that she was dumped for, she had just assumed but even if that was so, she’s sure Harry would have gotten sick of her bullshit and left her soon after.

She imagined that Harry was probably switching around girl to girl every night, a different model-esque woman in his bed every night before he kicked them out with taxi fare the next morning.

“Let’s go get a drink, yeah?” Todd asks, dragging her out of her thoughts, “The waitress looks super overwhelmed. We can just order from the bar? Take a look at the view or something?”

It was a rooftop restaurant, overlooking the skyline of London’s buildings - fairy lights sparkling to keep a soft ambiance as the sun set behind the city.

“Sure,” Anna mutters as she begrudgingly takes Todd’s outstretched hand and trails over to where there’s even a wait at the bar but they manage to snag two seats.

After they’re served, they spin on their barstools to face away from the bar and out towards the tables and the view of Big Ben.

“Ma ma ma,” A squeaky, raspy baby voice breaks through Anna’s thoughts - at the table in front of them, it’s just a woman with her back to Anna but she’s holding the baby facing toward her in her lap, “Mamama.”

The woman’s hand reaches up to card through the baby’s insane amount of chocolate curls, Anna can’t help but notice the absolutely beautiful engagement and wedding band on her finger.

“That’s me, I’m your mumma,” Anna hears the girl’s mother humming to her baby, “You're so smart, my little love. Such a good girl.”

The voice sounds familiar but Anna can’t place it, maybe someone she went to school with or did yoga alongside at some point.

The girl is beautiful, her little features striking and baby soft like a cherub, she’s smiling at her mother with only two chiclet teeth onto her bottom row, and the curls in front of her head gathered into a small black bow.

She’s wearing this adorable onesie dress with a scalloped collar, a printed skirt that was definitely Burberry, with miniature Mary Janes on her feet.

“Mamama,” The baby giggles again happily, chubby fingers weaving into her mother’s hair as she brings herself even closer to her parent - the woman welcomes it, sprinkling kisses all over the baby’s glowy cheeks.

It was moments like this where Anna wanted a baby, who loved her unconditionally but she wasn’t sure she would ever give up her full attention to a child and have her life revolve around something other than what she wanted to do.

Anna’s eyes dart to the entrance when she sees someone she hasn’t seen in five years, someone who she thought about regularly still, and the five years have aged him like fine fucking wine.

Harry Styles.

He looks impeccable.

In a black, well-tailored suit with a barely buttoned white dress shirt underneath, a slim black silk scarf wrapped around neck with a cross necklace dangling between his pecs.

He stands tall and broad, his shoulders straight and wide as he runs a ringed hand through his hair as he glances around the rooftop, looking for someone.

Anna thinks he must be here for a business meeting as his eyes search the crowd and for a moment, her heart sinks into her stomach and she swears Harry meets her eye and smiles widely.

Holy shit.

Anna blinks harshly when he starts to stride toward her with a soft grin and waves, she waves back but furrows her brow when his eyes don’t meet hers like she thought they were from further away.

The moment is cut, reality seeps through as that same high-pitched baby voice squeals out excitedly, “Dadadada.”

Anna quickly realizes that the baby is calling to Harry, she’s calling Harry ‘dada’ but then she’s wondering maybe it’s a coincidence and it’s not his child.

However, it’s not, not when Harry steps over to the table and leans down to kiss the woman on the lips before gazing at the child.

“Dadadada,” The infant persisted through enthralled babbles, reaching out and smacking his cheek gently before whining for him.

“Hi pup,” Harry coos sweetly, his gravelly voice sending a certain feeling of arousal down Anna’s spine that’s uncontrollable, “You talking to your daddy? You miss me, darling?”

It was his baby.

As he scoops the little girl up, naturally propping her on his hip and nuzzling his nose into her curls before kissing her temple and then nose.

“Dadada,” His daughter chirps once again, just so besotted with her father as he cuddles her as close as possible.

“Look at you,” Harry praises through his thick accent, rubbing his scratchy cheek against hers, “I missed you so so much. Were you good for mumma?”

“Always is,” The mother responds before she tugs on Harry’s scarf to bring him down onto another kiss, that lasts a minute too long for such a public setting.

“Mm,” Harry rumbles against the woman’s mouth, his hand coming to thumb over her plump lips with a deep fondness, she notices a thick gold band sitting on his ring finger.

The woman turns around in her seat to sift through her diaper bag for a little jacket for their daughter as the light breeze brings a sharp nip to the night air.

When she turns, Anna feels her stomach drop through her stomach and down to her feet, it was none other than YN.

YN fucking YLN, we’ll probably now YN Styles.

Rage, jealousy, envy surges through her body when she realizes her daydreams of them never actually making it together as a couple weren’t true.

“C’mon, your parents are ready to order,” Todd nudges her before sliding off the stool and pulling her towards the table where then she is seated with Harry and YN right in her eye line.

She can’t focus on anything that her parents or boyfriend are trying to discuss as she watches Harry settle down into his chair with their daughter splayed like she owns him in the cradle of his arms, her legs idly kicking as she pulls his fingers toward her mouth to gnaw on his knuckle.

He looks so much the same as he did when they’d dated but just a bit different, his hair was longer, skin a bit tanner, and a few faint lines appearing on his face but barely noticeable.

Anna hated to admit it but YN was gorgeous, she always had been but age and motherhood had done her well as she sipped a glass of sparkling water with a lime in it.

YN lets out a peel of laughter when Harry winces, the baby’s sharp tooth catching him but when he huffs out a low groan of pain, his daughter just looks up at him and smiles before blowing a raspberry at him.

Harry gives his wife a fake glower of anger before leaning down to blow a return raspberry on the little girl’s belly as she giggles wildly at her father’s tactics.

It disgusted Anna how much he seemed to love the baby, his wife, all of the bullshit.

Anna tries to focus on the soup in front of her, and manages to stop staring for a bit until she sees Harry shrugging out of his suit jacket, balancing the baby on his thigh.

The girl is crying, making grabby hands towards her mother as tears streak her cheeks, pathetically whimpering, “Mamama.”

“Hold on,” Harry murmurs to his daughter, bouncing her as uses his free hand to drape the article of clothing over his wife’s shoulder, “Your mumma is gonna feed you, pup. No tears, my love.”

After YN is set up, Harry helps guide the curly haired baby under the blazer and it’s obvious that YN is feeding her - Anna feels another bomb of jealous at what she witnesses.

Harry leaning over to kiss his wife’s forehead before peeking down between her shoulder and the gap between the article of clothing as he watches his baby eat for a moment before pulling back and giving her one more kiss and whispering something softly to her.

That should have been me, Anna thinks angrily, wanting to smack Todd’s hand off her thigh just because, even though he did nothing wrong.

Anna doesn’t stare while YN’s is feeding, feels like that’s weird but as soon as the now full, drowsy baby is satisfied - YN shuffles her into her father’s arms to excuse herself to the restroom.

Now is her time.

She didn’t have a plan, per se, but Anna makes sure the top of her dress is as low as possible to put her breasts on display, hiking up the hem of her dress to make it a bit shorter.

Anna heads towards the bar, strutting right past the table but Harry doesn’t even glance up - he’s eating his dinner with one hand as he rocks the baby in the crook of his elbow with the other.

Shit.

Anna orders a drink before making her way back, can’t stop herself as her hand brushes the back of YN’s empty seat, “Oh my god, Harry. It’s been forever.”

The man glances up at her with a confused wrinkle before recognition flits over his face, almost instinctively he hikes his daughter further into his body, as he puts down his fork.

“Anna,” Harry nods in a tense tone, seeming like he wanted to be anywhere but talking to her, using almost a professional tone, “How have you been?”

“Great,” She lies, leaning over a bit and internally cursing when his gaze doesn’t even drop to glance at her tits, “Is this you daughter?”

She tries to appear nonchalant, like she hasn’t been watching them this whole time.

“Yes,” Harry replies cautiously, “She’s eight months.”

“Oh, nice,” Anna smiles like she cares, “All settled down now? When did you get married?”

“Been married about four and a half years.”

He knows Anna’s mind will be whirring, doing the math, and the shock hitting her, “Wow. Didn’t waste any time. Six month after we broke up….you got married?”

Harry shrugs with almost a secret smile as he smiles down at his daughter, booping her button nose with his index finger, “Yeah, guess you were right all along, Anna. YN really was the one. Isn’t that right, Cleo Mae? Isn’t your mumma the one?”

“Mamama,” Cleo agrees in a serious babble before reaching to bite at the teething toy YN had pulled out for her to chew on.

“Fucking dick,” Anna hisses, falling back into her old patterns like clock work as she scoffs and stand up straight, “That’s all you were, a dirty cheater.”

Harry straightens up, not appreciative of the tone she’s taking in front of his daughter, “Maybe one day you’ll fall in love and understand. Maybe you won’t. You were never going to be able to compete with YN, Anna. I think deep down you know that already.”

With that, Harry doesn’t want to make the situation worse so just like he did five years ago, he pulled out some bills - left them on the table and began to gather their belongings.

YN trails back over to the table, eyes widening in surprise at seeing Anna for the first time in years, and deciding not to say anything at first, rather just swings the diaper bag onto her shoulder and tuck away Cleo’s teething toy.

“I don’t know what kind of shit you’re trying to start but you need to back the fuck away from my family, right now,” YN hisses threateningly as she slips her coat onto her shoulders and stares down Anna.

Anna doesn’t miss the way Harry beams with absolute pride in his wife.

The joy that settles in his stomach with the words ‘my family’ because they were they’re own little happy family of three.

When Anna turns on her heel, back to her own table, she wishes she didn’t hear Harry murmur, “God, you’re so fucking sexy. Let’s go home.”

And that’s the last time Anna sees them.

💕💕💕💕

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saphirafoxgirlspost1 · 1 year

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(Open Rp) Early Valentines Day in "Loving Angel"

On the Cold rainy day, Saphira got a Call from her Fiance's sister Anna Merlot and She was told that David Merlot and His Mistress got involved with a car accident..When saphira heard about it..She was Furious At David and She said," He is in Deep trouble Right now! After all I've been through…Even the death of my beloved Daughter Serena…And Now that explains where he disappeared to!" She Gets into the car and Rides through the rain and get to the Hospital, She was anger and would scorch the earth on him to Have a Word With his Own Affair..when She got to the recovery room, She sees him and the mistress who is Saphira's neighbor Stephen Frank's wife name Sherry frank in two separate beds and She said out of rage.

Saphira: "DAVID MERLOT, I HAVE A WORD WITH YOU!!!"

Sherry: "What is goin-"

Saphira: " SHUT UP! I can't believe my own eyes David! Is this true!? was Your own sister Told me that you had an affair with our neighbors wife!? and you better tell me the truth right now mister Or so help me I will grab my belt and beated out of you!"

David was Frighten and started to confess…When saphira was even more and more angry and she said,

Saphira:"So It's true! How Long Is THIS going on!? huh? I want answers NOW!"

She Demanded so much as her arms is crossed…being so Furious towards him for Cucking her with her neighbors wife… So Sherry told her that This affair Happened For 10 months…Then Saphira was in rage…and then She told Saphira that she is pregnant and decided to keep it…Then, Saphira Throws an engagement ring at him and Told David that this Engagement is over, and She'll sue them for damages..Time pass, after court and Got compensation from her ex fiance and His mistress..plus the alimony as well..But..4 years has passed, She got depressed so much…She sees her dead daughters urns..She knee down and pray to send her an angel who loves her so much..and wanted her daughter back..her tears sheds and begged the goddess to give her a sign..until the next day, it was Cold and rainy day as Saphira felt upset…Until Her friends notice about her sadness and decided to Hook her up with a dating app Called "Heavenly Love" ..and she saw An "Angel" who is well..1 month pregnant..and she sees the details of this guy..he's a scientist and got experimented that he made himself pregnant, he's a single man who's going to be a dad..So she began to try to accepted..and decided to meet him at the nice Cafe..and she wears a dress and began to wait for him..when he came..saphira waves at him..and then he said..

#Open Rp #Romance #Drama #Mpreg #Valentines day

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Engagieren Sie sich für den Wandel, Umarmen Sie den Ring der Gynarchischen Ehe

In einer Welt, die nicht weit von unserer entfernt ist, hat das gesellschaftliche Verständnis von Beziehungen eine drastische Evolution durchlaufen. Traditionelle Paradigmen der Beziehungsdynamik haben einer inklusiveren und vielfältigeren Auffassung von Liebe, Engagement und Verantwortung Platz gemacht. In dieser weiterentwickelten Welt haben gynarchische Beziehungen an Bedeutung und Akzeptanz gewonnen.

Unter einer strahlenden Sonne standen Anna und David im Herzen des Stadtplatzes, dem Ort des neuen Amphitheaters für Hochzeiten. Umgeben von Freunden, Familie und Schaulustigen, waren sie bereit, ihr Engagement öffentlich zu erklären. Die Zeremonienmeisterin begann: "In dieser neuen Welt, in der Liebe keine Grenzen kennt und in der wir verstehen, dass Machtverhältnisse ein natürlicher Teil menschlicher Beziehungen sind, sind wir heute hier, um die gynarchische Ehe von Anna und David zu bezeugen."

David, mit spürbarer Aufrichtigkeit, sagte: "Anna, ich verpflichte mich, dich zu respektieren und deiner Führung zu folgen, dich in jeder Entscheidung zu unterstützen und die einzigartige Dynamik, die wir gewählt haben, zu schätzen. Ich verpflichte mich, dir hingebungsvoll zu dienen und stets deine Wünsche und Bedürfnisse in den Mittelpunkt unserer Verbindung zu stellen." Anna, mit einer Stimme, die gleichzeitig stark und sanft war, antwortete: "David, ich verpflichte mich, dich mit Weisheit zu führen, dich zu schützen und die stabilisierende Kraft in unserer Beziehung zu sein. Ich werde das Vertrauen, das du in mich setzt, schätzen und immer darauf achten, dass unsere Beziehung für uns beide ausgeglichen und nährend bleibt."

Die Zeremonie, obwohl unkonventionell nach historischen Maßstäben, war in dieser Gesellschaft nicht einzigartig. Gynarchische Beziehungen waren zur Normalität geworden. Männer, die offen ihre unterwürfigen Tendenzen ausdrückten, und Frauen, die dominante Rollen übernahmen, waren einfach eine weitere akzeptierte Form von Liebe und Engagement.

Diese Transformation geschah nicht über Nacht. Sie begann mit Basisbewegungen und Gemeinschaften, in denen sich Menschen frei fühlten, ihre Wünsche und Beziehungsdynamiken auszudrücken. Nach und nach zeigten die Medien Interesse, stellten gynarchische Beziehungen in Filmen, Serien und der Literatur dar und förderten so deren Akzeptanz.

Bildungseinrichtungen trugen ihren Teil dazu bei, indem sie Kurse über diverse Beziehungsdynamiken einführten, um sicherzustellen, dass jüngere Generationen mit einer aufgeschlossenen Perspektive aufwuchsen. Prominente und einflussreiche Persönlichkeiten, die ihre gynarchischen Beziehungen offenbarten, förderten ebenfalls die Erzählung und machten diese Beziehungen sowohl zeitgemäß als auch erstrebenswert.

Natürlich gab es Herausforderungen. Viele fürchteten diesen Wandel und glaubten, er untergrabe traditionelle Werte. Doch je mehr Menschen verstanden, dass diese Dynamiken einfach Ausdrucksformen von Liebe, gegenseitigem Respekt und Zustimmung waren, desto mehr verschwanden die Bedenken. Mit der Zeit verschob sich das Wesen einer Beziehung von der Frage, wer die Macht innehatte, zu gegenseitigem Verständnis, Vertrauen und Kompatibilität.

Als sie das Amphitheater Hand in Hand verließen, wurden Anna und David von der Menge bejubelt. Ihre Vereinigung war nicht nur ein Zeugnis ihrer Liebe, sondern auch ein Symbol des gesellschaftlichen Fortschritts. Männer, die den Wunsch hatten, unterwürfig zu sein, waren nicht mehr gezwungen, im Verborgenen zu bleiben. Sie konnten offen zu ihren Ehepartnern und zur Gesellschaft stehen, ohne Angst vor Urteilen.

In dieser neu erdachten Gesellschaft erkannten die Menschen, dass die wahre Stärke einer Beziehung nicht in Dominanz oder Unterwerfung lag, sondern in der Fähigkeit, einander zu verstehen, zu respektieren und zu schätzen. Die Welt hatte gelernt, die Vielfalt menschlicher Beziehungen zu wertschätzen, und dadurch war sie zu einem Ort geworden, an dem die Liebe wirklich keine Grenzen kannte.

#gynarchie #matriarchie #keyholder #HighHeelsLiebhaber #Fußfetisch #Fußfetischist #Schlüsselhalter #weiblichgeführteWelt #weiblicheÜberlegenheit #weiblichgeführteBeziehung

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~2023 Symphonia Fic Recs~

Wanted to start off the new year (a little late, haha) with some fic recs for Tales of Symphonia! This is going to be focused on fics that were specifically published/updated in 2023, so some of these stories will vary in length as well as in rating, and you'll most likely see some repeating authors. A small disclaimer: I like to read stories that are in-line with my general preferences and likes (such as fave ships and characters) so I'm admitting some bias in these recs, but I also believe these fics are very much worth reading and want to share them! Much of this is also from the top of my head, so apologies in advance if I miss some additional fics!

Each will be a link to the story and author, rating and word count, and with a very brief summary of the fic. These are in no particular order.

With that, let's go! All fics are under the cut! (And just past New Year's Lloyd):

And A Sense of Guilt I Can't Deny by AdeptArcanist (G, 1.7k) - Frank was never the sort of man to consider himself extraordinary. He was just another boy who grew up under Iselia’s auspices, taking the peaceful days for granted. He never expected that he would be the father of the next Chosen. A character study revolving around Frank Brunel, his upbringing under the Church, and his connection with Colette. A beautiful fic that gives more of a voice to one of Symphonia's overlooked minor characters.

Passed between these hands of ours by Umbry2000 (G, 3.2k) - The passing of joy from one person to the next, like stones pressed from hand to hand. Lloyd and Colette meet with a young member of the Chosen lineage and teaches her how to skip stones, interspersed with wonderfully written flashbacks to them as children. Takes place post-canon.

Wings of the Dawn by FrostGlaive (T, 56.9k) - Yggdrasill is determined to have his Angelus Project completed. In a frantic bid to save his son, Kratos tries a temporary measure. But plans never go as intended. A canon-divergence fic where Lloyd is captured in Welgaia by Yggdrasill, his key crest then removed from his Exsphere by Kratos. A very interesting take where Lloyd is unwillingly put on the enemy side and has revelations differently from canon.

Rewind by ignitible (T, 20.9k) - "A person’s memories is tied to their time. -- There will be nothing for them to remember." A post-canon fic that mixes in an adventure/mystery plot with the age regression trope in such an engaging way. Begins with most of the party searching for missing persons in the Shadow Temple before they get separated-and discovering who gets hit with the trope is half the fun in reading to find out! Currently an ongoing fic.

Forever and Always by kimberriez (G, 6.6k) - Lloyd was raised by a blacksmith, he knows all sorts of things about metal, about craftsmanship. What he can't quite figure out is why Kratos has a wedding ring, and what about it looks familiar. A dad reveal, set right after Colette is kidnapped in Ozette. A canon-divergence fic that plays with the timeframe of when Lloyd realizes who Kratos is, and gives some really touching interaction between the two as a result. Part of a series of different dad reveals.

stargazing by almost_home (G, 2.3k) - Lloyd invites Genis for a sleepover. Pre-game. A small and sweet fic about Lloyd and Genis as children, spending time together at Lloyd's home. Overall a really adorable portrayal of their friendship.

Like Starlight by MannaTea (T, 5.4k) - Aithra Brunel is sixteen when she accepts the oracle and her new title: Sylvarant’s Chosen of Regeneration. A really beautiful and tearful story centering around one of the past Chosens of Sylvarant, particularly detailing about her journey and the tragedy that ultimately befalls her.

A Good Luck Charm by sistaofpeace1 (G, 1.3k) - A simple trinket turns out to be far more meaningful. A cute feel-good Kratos/Anna fic with Anna helping Kratos fight off some bandits, as well as Kratos not knowing what a mistletoe is. Hilarity ensues, leading to some nice fluff.

just down the dirt road by Baron_Ali (G, 1.1k) - Memories and nostalgia shrouding his childhood home give Lloyd pause; Colette sets her dork back on track. This story takes place one year after Lloyd and Colette's Exsphere journey, and delves deep into the difficulty of the quest and how it's beginning to weigh down on Lloyd and his confidence in tackling it while Colette reassures him. An incredibly sweet and warm fic that has a lot of lovely imagery in its storytelling.

The place of our dreams (let's go there) by holy_kami (T, 6.3k) - He probably thought he did a good job of hiding his pain from them, but Colette was all too familiar with feeling alienated because she was so starkly different from everyone else. In fact, she and Zelos were more alike than anyone else she knew. A Zelos and Colette fic that takes place before and after Zelos' betrayal. Incredibly great introspection between both of their roles as Chosen and how it brings them both an understanding of each other.

complications you could do without by almost_home (G, 3.7k) - Raine is injured in the Temple of Ice, and Zelos has a rough time with it. A really fascinating fic about Zelos experiencing past trauma when Raine gets injured. This story does a great job portraying his dynamics with the entire group overall, along with a touching scene between him and Raine for a bit of closure.

Heart Beats by Umbry2000 (G, 1.7k) - She counts the steady beats of his heart, and promises to always protect him. The style of this fic winds around Colette and Lloyd's physical interactions, and written in such a genuine way that leads to a bittersweet ending. A great mixture of fluff and angst.

Vita by MannaTea (E, 4.1k) - Half-elves can now attend formal schools as well as teach in them. They can join the church, attend the theater, walk into any medical facility and receive treatment, and practice medicine. But they cannot marry humans. A Regal/Raine fic where Regal's own unique healing magic is put to good use while he and Raine meet secretly. Takes place in the backdrop of a vote where it would be decided if half-elves and humans can get married, making for a suspenseful and emotional story.

The Great Interdimensional Curry Quest by VSSAKJ (G, 1.1k) - Filled with a burning yearning for the universe’s spiciest delicacy, Symphonia's Spice-Loving Gnomelette leaves the Temple of Earth behind, setting off on a journey through time and space (and other Tales of games) to treat his taste buds to even hotter and heartier meals. This story technically spans over other Tales of games, but is focused on the silly gnomelette from Symphonia that demands something spicy from the party. Just a really fun fic where this NPC travels across different worlds and dimensions for the spiciest food in existence!

A Cowgirl Comes-a-Ridin' by Night Sky (E, 7.3k) - They called them Lloyd the Kid and Colette the Angel. A notorious couple wanted by the authorities in all of western Sylvarant. Slipperier than a snake in slime oil and luckier than a mimic chest in a seemingly looted ghost town, these two had the highest bounty on their heads in the west: One million gald reward for each. Dead or alive. As the title implies, a really hilarious but also sexy fic set in a Western AU, taking place while Lloyd and Colette are out on the run and settle for the night. Both are adorable goofballs just having a good time with the writing style making this such a fun ride to go on. Also, Sheena is the sheriff tracking them down!

Break Open the Sky by MannaTea (M, 102.5k) - What kind of “Hero” of Regeneration would she be to leave an infant to fend for itself? Someone had to have left it here for a reason. The question was, of course, why? But as she lifted the little thing carefully into her arms, the motion reminding her of nights so far in the past, now, the why seemed almost tragically clear: this baby was of mixed blood. A Raine-centric fic (with eventual Regal/Raine) where she must take care of an abandoned half-elf baby that was left to her. An incredibly well-written fic that deals with Raine's issues of abandonment and past trauma, combined with a good deal of worldbuilding for Symphonia and examining the still-thriving deep-seated prejudices for half-elves.

Pretty Ribbon by CamTheYaoiFan (G, 492) - Presea grapples with the intricacies of female friendship, and wonders why she fumbles even more around Colette. But Colette is patient and kind, and Presea finds herself feeling especially drawn to her. A very cute little fic about Presea navigating her feelings for Colette and what she means to her. Perfect for a short and sweet read. Includes fluff and also some fanart in the story.

Snow Angel by amuk (T, 1.1k) - Colette was clumsy. Sheena had known this for a while now. Every place they’d ever visited had a Colette-shaped imprint. Yet, for some reason, she thought that teaching her how to skate was a good idea. A really light-hearted Sheena/Colette fic where the two go ice skating together. Clumsiness happens, but for a really great and romantic effect. Expect sweet fluff.

sings the tune without the words by MannaTea (T, 23.3k) - 4,000 years after the events of Tales of Symphonia, our heroes have been reborn. This tale belongs to Lloyd and Colette. A Lloyd/Colette multichapter fic that takes place in a modern AU, but with the twist that it's also a reincarnation AU! Follows along Lloyd and Colette's lives from childhood to old age, with some familiar faces along the way, with both uplifting and tragic moments in-between.

A Held Note by fowl68 (G, 11.5k) - Dirk poured tea for their ghost. She never sat with him, but she would drift closer, drawn in by his voice and conversation. She talked, sometimes, endless questions about her baby and where was her baby? She never absorbed the fact that her baby was sleeping in the bed just upstairs. A story that examines the 'what-if' scenario of Anna and Martel being wandering ghosts during the events of Symphonia, interacting with the cast during different points in their lives, from childhood to adulthood. A really introspective look at how their deaths affect Symphonia's story overall.

Mirage by Umbry2000 (G, 2.7k) - The role given to Colette Brunel had been that of the Chosen. It was a role only she could play. And she played it to perfection. An introspective-fic about Colette with an incredibly well-written look into the pressures of her role, and how it affects her even after the events of Symphonia. Has some brief Lloyd/Colette as his presence helps her break from the shell she's built around herself.

Rather Be Happy by Phylarologist (T, 4.6k) - Lloyd and Colette take a break from their Exsphere-gathering journey to have the worst date imaginable. Just as the summary explains! But with the added angst that eventually occurs near the end and the very reasoning for why Lloyd and Colette are on a bad date. A wholesome fic with that dash of hurt/comfort.

Missing the Ground by sapphose (G, 1.9k) - The group's journey to the Temple of Earth is interrupted by a long detour to the Toize Valley Mines. Can Zelos and Regal face what awaits them on the southeast continent? This fic is part of an ongoing role-reversal AU series with Zelos as the Chosen of the declining world. The story is a brief look into his journey, where Zelos is already losing some of his humanity, as well as dives into his dynamic with the party. A really intriguing portrayal of Symphonia's worldbuilding if the situations were reversed.

Strangely Sacred by fowl68 (G, 19.6k) - The power of the Summon Spirits takes a toll if you're not careful. Sheena can't always afford to be. How the party learns to support each other. Each chapter of this fic examines Sheena's bond with a Summon Spirit and their power--but is also a really wonderful exploration of Sheena's dynamic with each party member, using the Summon Spirits as the connection. Very well-written one-on-one character interaction.

Formative by sykilik101 (G, 6.3k) I am who I am because of you. And, maybe, you are who you are because of me. A story that examines Lloyd and Colette's relationship at different points during their childhood years together. Beautifully captures the nuances of their friendship and blossoming feelings for one another, all while learning about what the Chosen role entails and how Lloyd gradually goes against it for Colette's sake.

Oblivion - We are all monsters here by KujaTribal (M, 25.5k) - Kratos had Lloyd during the ancient war and Lloyd sacrificed himself in order to protect Martel. Several thousand years later, Kratos rules over both Tethe'alla and Sylvarant and Zelos is set on the journey to regenerate the world. An AU where Zelos as the Chosen is sent on a journey, but with a twist! The entire story is extremely canon-divergent, where a lot of characters are shifted into entirely new roles. (For example, Forcystus and Magnius are Zelos' best friends and have major roles, and Zelos is a half-elf!) Very fun to read just to see how familiar characters are set-up in this new imagining of Symphonia's world. Currently an ongoing fic.

To Those Left Behind by LiaLox (T, 5.6k) - A collection of short stories on what it means to feel time flow differently, on what it means to love, to leave, and to be left behind. This collection has two chapters so far, but they both examine some unique themes and characters in the Symphonia universe. First chapter is told from Phaidra's perspective and her realizing Kratos' identity from her deceased sister's letters, while the second chapter focuses on Emil from Dawn of the New World and his future with Marta.

Innocent Little Secrets by KujaTribal (G, 1.1k) - Raine shares a tiny little secret. A very adorable Zelos/Raine fic that takes place during canon. Both Zelos and Raine show a little of their vulnerabilities to each other that leads to some really great fluff. Another great short and sweet read.

The Unexpected Dog (Protozoan) Father by shibabunny (T, 2.9k) - A few months after Kratos and Anna settle in Luin, the couple, along with Lloyd and Colette, who are now engaged and in town visiting the older couple, discover a pile of puppies surrounding Noishe. And some seem to have an uncanny resemblance to the loyal protozoan. This is a really adorable fic taking place in an Anna-lives AU about Noishe having puppies. What makes this fic really engaging is how much Kratos doesn't want to give away the puppies, showing a very soft side of him! A super cute read.

And that's a lot of recs! If you'd like to check out any of the above fics, definitely give them a read and leave a kudos/comment. I haven't read every fic that was made in the past year either, so you can always check AO3 for more fics!

...And if you've read this far! I'll throw in an extra bonus of some of my own fics that I wrote in 2023 and particularly like for anyone's interest.

Being an angel is pretty inconvenient, huh? (T, 36.1k) - Lloyd had never been too fond of his wings. But they were still useful, and convenient when they needed to be. It only made sense to use what he had. Until his wings changed one night, and became permanent, with real feathers attached to bone. And they were heavy. A Lloyd/Colette fic spanning seven chapters, focusing on Lloyd's mana wings and their transformation into permanent ones. Deals with some brief body horror, party dynamics, themes of change and acceptance, and an eventual happy ending.

To Sow the Seeds of Love and Adoration (T, 8k) - Tabatha knew that a doll that failed in her purpose must be discarded. She was flawed, with a voice that continued to halt and assess every syllable, with a body that refused to house the soul of the woman she was made in the image of. Focuses on Tabatha both before and during the events of Symphonia, along with a look in to her and Altessa's close relationship. Was an art/fic collab with @frayed-symphony which is included in the story!

Resemblance (G, 2.7k) - During a rainy day in Asgard, Kratos takes up cooking for the party. Colette notices quite a few things. Just as the summary says; Kratos cooks for the party, (specifically seafood stew!) Meanwhile, Colette makes a few connections between him and Lloyd throughout. Lloyd also gets caught in the rain.

Thanks again for reading and hoping for a great 2024!

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