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hlficlibrary · 3 months

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✤ Enemies to Lovers ✤

A series of posts with the top five fics of each category by kudos plus five more hidden gems from that category! Remember to leave kudos and a comment on the fics you enjoyed to show your appreciation! You can find our other recs here.

- Top 5 H/L Fics -

1️⃣ Unbelievers by @isthatyoularry {E, 136k}

It’s Louis’ senior year, and he’s dead set on doing it right. However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he’s also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. Mortal enemies “with benefits” was not exactly the plan.

Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything.

2️⃣ Soft Hands, Fast Feet, Can't Lose by dolce_piccante / @haydolce {M, 112k}

American Uni AU. Harry Styles is a frat boy football star from the wealthy Styles Family athletic dynasty. A celebrity among football fans, he knows how to play, he knows how to party, and he knows how to fuck (all of which is well known among his legion of admirers).

Louis Tomlinson is a student and an athlete, but his similarities to Harry end there. Intelligent, focused, independent, and completely uninterested in Harry’s charms, Louis is an anomaly in a world ruled by football.

A bet about the pair, who might be more similar than they originally thought, brings them together. Shakespeare, ballet, Disney, football, library chats, running, accidental spooning, Daredevil and Domino’s Pizza all blend into one big friendship Frappucino, but who will win in the end?

3️⃣ Collision by itjustkindahappened / @tequiladimples {E, 226k}

Mythology/Fairytale!AU in which Louis is a dainty fairy with a temper who wants to be intimidating and Harry hurts people. Naturally, they hate each other.

(Featuring Liam, the big and not-so-bad wolf who’s got a thing for humans, Zayn, a human with supernaturally good looks, and Niall, the cupid who just wants his job to be easier.)

4️⃣ Flightless Bird by audreyhheart {E, 97k}

AU where Louis Tomlinson is a principal dancer with The Royal Ballet. When his rival from ballet school, moody dance prodigy Harry Styles joins the company, old wounds are reopened and old passions reignited. During the company's production of Swan Lake the secret that doomed their love is finally revealed, but will it be too late?

5️⃣ don't make this easy (i want you to mean it) by wildestdreams / @thelavendrhaze {E, 24k}

“Harry’s a player. All he does is chat everyone up. And guys like him are just--so ugh. He’s got that arrogant, self-assured smirk plastered to his face all the time. Always smug and stupid, like he could get anyone he lays his eyes on. All he does is make me mad and laugh all the time like he knows something that I don’t. That is so annoying.”

“But that’s just Harry,” Niall shrugged at Louis. “He doesn’t even try to flirt or anything. He’s just naturally charming, but that doesn’t mean he’s a player nor that he’s trying to get into everyone's pants. He’s just friendly. And he likes you. He doesn’t usually fall for people, but he fell for you.”

“Oh, should I feel special then?” Louis asked, snorting and rolling his eyes.

or Harry’s a frat boy who is head over heels for Louis and Louis wants nothing to do with him.

HIDDEN GEMS:

💎 An Amazing Race Around the World (And to my Heart) by Thingssicant / @slowlyseducedbycurls {E, 89k}

“This year marks our thirtieth race around the world, thirty seasons of teams bound by friendship, family, and even some people who just band together for the chance at the prize. But this year, we want to remove that dynamic,” Phil said, rubbing his hands together gently.

The cameras were whirring around them, trying to get every shocked face and gasp from the teams. Louis could feel a ringing in his ears, a new nervousness he hadn’t felt during the entire journey to this competition.

He was sweating more now, more than he could blame on the California sun, as Phil started to read the names of the new teams, the members hugging their loved ones before joining a complete stranger in their new allotted spot.

Or an Amazing race Hate to Lovers au

💎 no heart for me like yours (no love for you like mine) by @phdmama {E, 46k}

When Harry Styles, wedding dress designer to the stars (sort of) and Louis Tomlinson, wedding planner and relationship expert (kind of) meet on the occasion of their sisters' engagement, sparks fly. But not the good kind. Louis thinks Harry is a dick and Harry thinks Louis is an asshole.

That doesn't last long.

The road to true love isn't always smooth or uncomplicated. Can two stubborn men find their way?

💎 an ocean in my veins (you'll be diving in) by me_her_themoon / @dreamersdivin-headfirst {E, 31k}

But, since Niall is so talkative to literally anyone with a working mouth, it means that when Louis Tomlinson started to take a shine to him, Harry started to hate him.

Because suddenly, it wasn’t just Harry and Niall, and whoever else wanted to join their antics. It was Harry and Niall and Louis.

Did Harry mention that Louis is a stupid fucking prick? He wants to make sure that’s clear.

[or, harry and louis hate each other and niall just wants everyone to get along]

💎 Spinning Out Waiting for You by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose {M, 18k}

Harry Styles is a year and a half away from graduating with a masters in potions and he has one huge milestone to reach in his academy career: the Matching Ceremony.

From Halloween night until graduation, matched witches and familiars will have to create a talisman to be a physical representation of their bond. One for the witch and one for the familiar. Most pairings last an entire lifetime.

If only it were that simple.

💎 Can't Buy My Love, Can Buy Me Dinner by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13 {G, 9k}

Is it ethical to accept a dinner date for the free food? And will you hate me when I go anyway?

Fact 1: Louis hates Harry Styles. Fact 2: Louis is temporarily living off toast and spaghetti hoops. Fact 3: ...Louis may be semi-accidentally dating his worst enemy.

#ficrec #enemiestolovers #hlcreators #hljournal #trackinghome #trackinghappily #1dficvillage #ladyaj13 #amomentoflove #phdmama #thingssicant #isthatyoularry #dolcepiccante #itjustkindahappened #audreyhheart #wildestdreams #meherthemoon

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majosjuantin · 23 days

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Juanjo and Martin, from the musical reality program of OT, the best winners of the friends/enemies to lovers trope. They really did create love.

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ichangedmycornyahhname · 1 year

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Aged up!Lo'ak x Fem Omaticaya!reader

A pain in the ass

Summary: Lo'ak and Y/N were never fond of one another, always teasing and taunting. Usually Lo'ak could deal with her teasing, but one day he reaches his breaking point.

Warnings: It's smut y'all | Dominant Lo'ak/Bratty reader | The usual smut stuff | p in v | Not proof read

Her head tilted with amusement as she sat with her friend Emu. The two had perched up in the huge trees, basking in the cool shade as they observed the scene below them. Lo'ak, the son of the great Toruk Mokto was currently being lectured at by the great warrior. While Y/N had originally been up in the trees to relax, it would seem today she struck gold. She watched intently at the hunched shoulders of Lo'ak, his shameful demeanor being no surprise. This occurred a lot. Lo'ak getting in trouble, Jake lecturing him, and his big brother Neteyam attempting to defend him. Except this time seemed different. More intense. Like he'd really screwed up.

"Ooh he's done for this time." Emu joked as she swung her legs in the air. While Y/N didn't turn to her, she did give a chuckle in response. "Definitely. I wonder what that Sxkang did this time. Probably tried joining the fight again. Eywa he's so stupid." Y/N said as she stood from her spot on the tree top. It seemed as though the argument was coming to a closing, or perhaps an opening for her. She glanced over at Emu, her friends jubilant expression coming as no surprise. Emu was always a joy, no matter the circumstances. "C'mon, let's go. I'm not going to let a chance like this go to waste." Y/N urged as she made her way to the trunk of the tree. She began to climb down, her friend following closely behind. The rough bark wasn't anything unfamiliar. In fact, Y/N enjoyed the forests welcoming nature.

"How come you're always trying to bother him? And dont use that lame excuse like 'He's fun to annoy'. You know you enjoy being around him Y/N." Her friend spoke slyly, a grin painting her lips. Y/N could only roll her eyes in response, a look of distaste now on her face. "No, I don't. Now quit trying to put those crazy ideas in my head." She grumbled as her feet thudded against the dirt and grass. Her friend landed next to her, a knowing look on her face. "Okay Y/N, whatever you say. I'll see you later after your little playdate with Lo'ak." Before Y/N could get in a word, Emu departed, making her way in the opposite direction. Y/N could only sigh as she pondered on her friends words. She couldn't quite wrap her head around the thought of actually enjoying Lo'aks presence. Sure he wasn't horrible to be around, and his sense of humor wasn't bad, he was Lo'ak. The same boy who she teased years ago, curious as to how he managed to have four fingers instead of three.

She trudged through the shady forest, wandering flora and fauna catching her eyes along the way. Soon she passed a marker. The small notch that was etched into the tree beside her. An L, for Lo'ak. Months ago Y/N had found this little hide out of Lo'aks, managing to patronize him even further. Now that Y/N really thought about it, she was always around Lo'ak. Maybe Emu was right- No. Hell to the no. The thought itself made her face crumple into one of distaste, the desire to rid her mind of it growing strong.

"Ew, what the hells wrong with your face?" Her head snapped towards the voice, a scowl replacing the previous distaste. "I know you're not talking, not after you just got in trouble. Again." The man could only scoff at her words, eyes rolling as he leaned against a tree. "You're such a bitch. You really came all the way out here just to talk shit? Man get a life." Lo'ak snapped out, his brows furrowing at her attitude. Y/N did the same, her brows furrowing as her arms folded across her chest. "I'm the bitch? Yeah okay, but who gets yelled at on the daily? I'd say you're the biggest bitch of them all Lo'ak."

That did it. Lo'ak pushed his body off of the tree, making his way towards Y/N. He stared down at her, his eyes lingering on hers with his intentions unclear. While the sudden closeness should've intimidated her, Y/N had grown used to it over the years. With the constant bickering between the two, she wasn't surprised by his aggression. "What? Gonna talk to me like your dad talks to you? Or you gonna beat me up huh? I wish you would pussy." She snorted, her arms unfolding as she held them up in defense. "I'm so sick of you and your big mouth." He grunted as he spun her around and grasped at her wrists. The male pushed her up against the nearest tree, pressing her face into the bark as he neared her ear. "Alright ma, you wanna keep fucking with me? Fine." He nipped at the tip of her pointed ear. "We can keep fucking.." He aired out as his free hand grasped at the side of her pretty waist.

Eywa, she could hardly contain herself as he rubbed against her ass, roughly pressing himself against her. His cock felt hard against her, the feeling being completely new to her. She groaned out, her hands digging into the flesh of Lo'aks wrist. His grasp on her was unyielding as the two made out sloppily. He was rough, assertive, and so damn hot. His little sighs and grunts had her shaking her ass for more, the pressure of his cock becoming a nuisance. She was growing sick of the same motions, and with her clit throbbing beneath her untouched folds, she was growing irate. "Fuck..you really are a pussy huh? Too scared to actually fuck me.." Lo'ak only laughed in response, amused by her display. "Can't take it any longer Mama? I knew you'd break first. Want my dick huh?" He pulled gently at her loincloth, not quite removing it. He enjoyed leading her on, teasing her as she had done to him before.

"I don't think you've earned it yet..maybe if you beg for it I'll give in." Was he stupid? Had he fallen during his hunt? Who did he think she was? Y/N whined at his ultimatum, her head shaking as best as it could against the tree. "Damn..Lo'ak you're such a punk." She breathed out as she began to squish her thighs together, the slight friction bringing slight satisfaction. But it wasn't enough, and wasn't what she wanted. "Trying to prove a point Lo'ak? Or just mad your ego is bigger than your dick?" That struck a nerve. Y/N suddenly found herself a moaning mess as the young hunters fingers pressed at her clit. He continued this motion until finally, Y/N broke. "Lo'ak please! Just give it to me..I can't take it any longer." He smirked, his fingers slipping from her loincloth only to rip it off instead. "That's all you had to say Ma.." He smirked as he aligned his cock with her pretty pussy. Slowly he slid it in, the squeeze of her gushy cunt sending jolts of pleasure up his spine. "Fuck ma..you're so warm. Mm you love this don't you?" He moaned out as he began his rough pace with her. Y/N mewled as she stood onto her tippy toes, the pleasure within her pussy growing stronger. "Ohh this slutty cunt is sucking me in so good..is this what you wanted ma? Me to fuck the attitude outta you huh? Fuck..m'feels fucking incredible.

His hand finally released her wrists, allowing her to grasp at the trees as support. All while his other hand came up to tangle into her hair, somehow finding its way to her queue. He tugged gently at it, testing the waters. Y/N only jolted in response, the combined feelings beginning to overstimulate her. "Lo'ak please..please.." She whimpered out, her eyes softening as she glanced back at him. Their eyes met, Lo'aks smug look turning into one of fascination. He wanted to see her reaction again, and this time with her entire face. He slipped his cock out of her, her slick connecting the two with a squish. "I love that face you make mama...make it again for me hmm?" Lo'ak turned her around, and lifted her legs, pulling them around his waist with eagerness. He stretched his cock back into her, earning a gasp from her as he began to fuck back into her. Lo'aks hand found its way back to her queue, giving the same gentle tug and earning another whine of desperation. "It's so sensitive. S'too much Lo..." He grunted, leaning into her neck to lick harsh bite marks. "Say it again. What you just called me.."

"Lo..!" She cried out as his thumb found her sensitive clit. He brushed over it roughly, causing her legs to spasm with pleasure. And suddenly she couldn't hold it in anymore. Her orgasm felt like being heaven itself, a fog washing over her as she rode out her high. All the while, Lo'ak chased his own high, groaning out with a clenched jaw and hurried breaths. The warm gush of his cum dripping down the lips of her cunt sent a whimper out of her. The two remained still, Lo'aks face buried in her neck while Y/Ns fingers threaded through his braids. "If I knew teasing you that much would make you fuck me..I would've done it a long time ago.."

"Shut up ma.."

#loak #loak smut #avatar smut #atwow #smut #enemiestolovers #loak x reader #reader

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idkyetxoxo · 12 days

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One | Allure | The Last Kingdom

"Are you dead?"

"No, but you wish I was, don't you?"

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The day of my birth was shrouded in suffocating air, the night darker than the deepest abyss, devoid of stars but illuminated by an entrancing full moon.

In the arms of my father, the great Earl Ragnar, I took my first breath. His eyes, ablaze with paternal pride, reflected a sense of fulfilment as he cradled his final child, his youngest daughter.

While the world labelled me with epithets of darkness and irresistible allure, my father saw only the radiance of his beloved daughter, the beacon of light amidst the shadows. Despite the whispers of others and the ominous aura that seemed to cling to me, my father's unwavering love shielded me from the darkness that sought to define me.

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I rode alongside my brother Uhtred and the men sworn to him. Osferth, the young monk who joined our group recently, exuded a gentle warmth that seemed out of place amidst the harsh realities of our world.

Finan, bound to my brother after surviving the horrors of the slave ship, was a constant reminder of resilience and loyalty.

Sihtric, however, was a different story. Our first encounter ended in violence, a dagger buried deep in my leg, leaving behind a bitter resentment that simmered beneath the surface. Our relationship was strained, to say the least, defined by a mutual hatred that lingered like a shadow between us.

As we arrived in Alton, greeted by the sight of the devastated village, my attempt at levity fell flat amidst the grim reality before us "How fun" I said. Uhtred's scolding glance and Finan's chuckle only served to underscore the gravity of the situation.

"Rest your dark little mind," Sihtric remarked, his words dripping with sarcasm as I dismounted from my horse, ready to face the aftermath of destruction.

"You're next," I retorted, pointing towards a fallen man nearby and then at Sihtric, the weight of our mission pressed down upon us as we discussed our plan of action. Osferth approached the group of Danes, leaving me to murmur to Finan in frustration.

"What the hell is he saying?" I grumbled, only to be met with Finan's hand covering my mouth, a futile attempt to silence my impatience.

"Yeah, most, some of you might run away, hopefully. I've got.. I've got a sword. A very sharp sword but I'd prefer it if you surrendered." Osferth declared, and now I was grateful for Finan's hand over my mouth, stifling the laugh that threatened to escape.

"Be quiet, will you," Finan murmured, his expression a mix of amusement and exasperation as I responded with a playful lick of his palm, earning a grimace from him.

The chaos unfolded swiftly, the clash of swords and screams echoing through the air as the Danes fell before us. After the carnage, a figure emerged from the shadows of the church, a human heart clutched in her hand. Skade, the sorceress, exuded a chilling aura that sent shivers down everyone's spine, everyone except me of course.

The confrontation between my brother and the sorceress unfolded like a sinister dance, each step fraught with tension and menace. Their words clashed like swords in the dimly lit church, echoes of power and defiance reverberating off the stone walls.

"You now belong to me, and your spirit is mine to torment," Skade's voice dripped with malice, her words a chilling reminder of the dark forces at play. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her theatrics, the veiled threats failing to evoke the fear she intended.

As Uhtred issued orders for Skade's restraint, I watched with a mixture of disdain and resignation. Her bindings served as a physical reminder of the danger she posed, a manifestation of the darkness that lurked within her soul.

"Brother, are you scared?" I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. His knowing glance spoke volumes, a silent acknowledgement of the peril that surrounded us.

"Not when I have my own little devil," Uhtred's words brushed against my ear, his nuzzle against my hair a gesture of reassurance. I couldn't help but groan at his jest.

Upon our return to Aescengum, Skade in tow as our prisoner, we regrouped with Alfred, Edward, Beocca, Aethelwold, and Steapa. To our surprise, Alfred expressed a desire to delay the impending battle. He wished to confront Skade himself, to see the witch who had wrought such havoc with his own eyes.

Uhtred escorted Alfred to see Skade, leaving the rest of us to wait in anticipation. "What, they're alone?" I asked, my curiosity piqued as I glanced back in the direction Uhtred had just walked from.

"Alfred wishes to hump the witch," Finan chuckled, his laughter infectious as I couldn't help but join in.

"What an unexpected turn of events," I remarked, sliding my arm around Finan's waist as he reciprocated by wrapping his arm around mine. "I don't blame him. I've always wanted to know what it would feel like to hump a witch," Finan quipped, eliciting a playful scrunched-up face from me.

"Maybe the one they call the devil will have to do," he added with a mischievous grin, prompting a gasp of feigned shock from me.

Before we could revel in our banter any further, Uhtred appeared behind us in a moment, his expression stern and unwavering. "Unhand my sister right now before I make sure you aren't able to hump another woman again," he warned, his tone laced with a hint of threat.

Finan, ever the jester, removed his hands and held them up in surrender as I pouted in mock indignation. "You can't blame a man for trying," he retorted, his tone light despite Uhtred's admonishment.

"I can and I will," Uhtred declared firmly, leaving me to sigh dramatically as the tension between us dissipated into laughter once more.

The night stretched on, devoid of sleep, as Skade's relentless cries pierced the darkness. Her ceaseless pleas for freedom echoed through the fortress, a reminder of the danger she posed.

"Someone shut her up before I do it myself," I grumbled, frustration seeping into every word as I pressed my hands against my ears, desperate to drown out the cacophony of her voice.

"Her screeching is deafening," Finan added, his head buried in his hands as he struggled to find respite from the relentless noise.

"Hah, she sounds like you then," Sihtric remarked, a sardonic smile playing at the corners of his lips as he pointed a finger in my direction. In response, I grabbed a fur and hurled it at him, the gesture a futile attempt to silence him.

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As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, the eerie silence of the fortress was shattered by the arrival of the witch's keeper at the gates. This time, however, he brought with him not just a message, but hostages, women, innocent victims caught in the tangled web of malevolence.

"Fucking coward," I muttered through clenched teeth as Bloodhair callously slit a woman's throat before our very eyes, his demands ringing out like a twisted melody of despair. Two more lives were snuffed out in an instant, their blood staining the earth as a grim testament to the cruelty that permeated our world.

Uhtred emerged from the fortress, Skade in tow, the air thick with tension as he made a show of punching and kicking her before the assembled crowd. Skade's twisted encouragement to Bloodhair hung in the air like a poisonous fog, her words dripping with malice and venom.

With a steely resolve, Uhtred issued his ultimatum to Bloodhair, his voice cutting through the chaos with a chilling clarity. He had until sunset or each man in their fortress would take their turn with Skade. The fate of the hostages hung in the balance, their lives dependent on the whims of a man driven by madness and greed.

Bloodhair's gaze ascended to the fortress, and our eyes locked for a fleeting instant. The smirk that danced upon his lips as his eyes roved over my form prompted a roll of my eyes, he was too cocky for my liking.

"How exciting for you, Finan. You might get to hump a witch after all," I remarked, my voice tinged with sarcasm as I scrunched up my nose in disgust. Finan's light push away from me was met with a half-hearted shrug and a small smile.

"Heard the little devil here likes taking control, even uses her daggers when the mood strikes" Sihtric's voice oozed with a sly tone as he emerged from behind us, his smirk palpable.

Both Finan and I swiveled to confront his smug expression. "Is that so," Finan chimed in, his grin widening mischievously.

I seized the opportunity to turn the tables on Sihtric. "Why have you been questioning what I'm like in bed?" I interjected, my tone dripping with amusement as I watched his smirk falter into contemplation, a pleasing moment of triumph.

"I suppose that's the closest you'll come to satisfaction, given I wouldn't entertain your touch even in dire circumstances," I added, a smirk playing on my lips as I casually turned my head to the side, anticipating his response.

"Come on, Irishman, let's leave this rat to his fantasies," I declared, my voice laced with amusement as I beckoned to Finan. He burst into raucous laughter, effortlessly falling into step beside me as we sauntered away, leaving Sihtric in our wake, visibly flustered.

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The Battle of Fearnham unfolded like a meticulously orchestrated play, each move calculated, each action deliberate. From the moment the clash of steel echoed across the battlefield, victory seemed within our grasp. Bloodhair, once a fearsome opponent, revealed himself to be nothing more than a coward, fleeing at the first sign of adversity. The satisfaction that filled me as I watched him ride away, his retreating form a symbol of his defeat, was indescribable.

Collapsed on the ground, my body heaving with exertion, I clutched my dagger tightly in my hand. Bloodied and bruised, every fibre of my being screamed with exhaustion, yet I was alive. A voice broke through the haze of fatigue, kicking me lightly as I groaned, turning to meet Sihtric's gaze "Are you dead?" he asked.

He looked down at me with those same bright, two-coloured eyes, a glimmer of amusement dancing within their depths. Despite my hatred for him, I couldn't deny the undeniable allure of his rugged features. It was as though the gods themselves had sculpted him from the very essence of masculinity.

"No, but you wish I was, don't you?" I retorted, the words dripping with sarcasm as I met his gaze head-on. Sihtric feigned contemplation for a moment before nodding, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

In a swift motion, I kicked his legs out from under him, a fleeting moment of triumph before I scrambled to my feet and fled, his angry protests fading into the distance as I disappeared into the field.

The journey back to Winchester started light-hearted and jovial, but the mood quickly soured as Skade's incessant chatter grated on my nerves. "Shut your trap woman, I'm tired of your screeching," I erupted, unable to tolerate another moment of her relentless talking, yet she remained unfazed by my outburst.

Upon our return to Winchester, Hild awaited our arrival, her sombre expression signalling that something was amiss. Uhtred's crestfallen face confirmed my worst fears as Hild delivered the devastating news.

Gisela, beloved by Uhtred and cherished by all who knew her, had succumbed to childbirth. Even in death, she had given Uhtred another son, but the joy of new life was overshadowed by the weight of our collective grief. Days had passed since her burial.

My heart sank as I turned to face the others. The smirk on Skade's face, a cruel mockery of our anguish not gone unnoticed by me fueled the flames of my rage until I could bear it no longer.

Without hesitation, I lunged at Skade, my fury propelling me forward as I delivered a stinging blow across her face. Sihtric's swift intervention prevented me from inflicting further harm, his grasp firm as he pulled me back from the brink of violence.

"You little bitch," I muttered through clenched teeth, tears threatened to fall down my face but I remained composed, she wasn't going to get the satisfaction of seeing me upset. I pushed Sihtric away and stormed off in the direction of Uhtred.

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"Are you alright?" Sihtric's voice, tinged with concern, reached me from behind, his gaze fixed on the night sky above. "I don't have the energy for you right now, leave," I replied curtly, my words laced with a rawness born of grief and sorrow, before retreating into the darkness.

That night, as Uhtred mourned by his wife's grave, I found solace in comforting my niece and nephews, their innocent presence a balm for the constant ache in my heart.

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an enemies to lovers slow burn 🤭 ALSO had to be season 3 sihtric because like have you seen him???

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badbatchposts · 1 month

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Quiet Corners of the Galaxy, Chapter 2

In Chapter Two, the rest of the Batch is surprised when Crosshair returns with a rescued stranger. She doesn't seem particularly grateful.

Chapters posted 1-2x weekly.

Read Chapter 1 here.

Crosshair felt the woman stir in his lap before he heard the groan. They were just cresting the hilltop on the speeder bike when she began to wake.

“Crosshair,” he heard from his comm. “We’re loading up the Marauder. Let’s get outta here.”

“On our way,” he replied to Hunter.

“Our?”

He didn’t bother to reply; the squad would see them soon enough.

“Ship,” she moaned. “Back to my ship.” The pained, needy sound of her voice stirred something in him briefly before he could push it aside.

“That shuttle’s not going anywhere anymore,” he drawled as they came to a stop nearby the Marauder. He swung himself off the speeder bike and helped the woman to her feet, wrapping one of her arms over his shoulders and supporting her at the waist. The blaster bolt had skimmed her at the hip, and his fingertips just barely brushed the flesh at the edge of her wound, laid bare by the scorched tear in her clothing. He twitched for a moment at the unexpected feel of her, soft and round.

She cried out in pain, pushing back at him. “Hands off,” she managed to pant out.

“Fine.” He dropped her unceremoniously, stalking off toward the ramp of the Marauder. “Stay here, for all I care.”

“Crosshair, who is that?” Hunter demanded from the top of the ramp as he pushed past him.

“I don’t know.” He crossed his arms, scowling petulantly back at the woman as she made a painful effort to rise to her knees in the dirt. “Imperials were after her.”

“Well, we can’t just leave her here,” the Sergeant growled with frustration. “Wrecker, get her on board.”

“Not to worry, lil’ lady,” Wrecker declared exuberantly as he scooped the woman up into his arms. She was too out-of-it to do anything more than slap, halfheartedly, at his chest plate as he brought her onboard. “We’ll take good care of ya.”

Crosshair kept the scowl plastered to his face, inserting a toothpick between his lips as the ship took off, only minutes passing by before they left the atmosphere. Wrecker had laid the woman down on the bench opposite, where she continued stirring faintly. Once they had entered hyperspace, Tech exited the cockpit, approaching the woman so he could examine her.

“What happened?” he demanded matter-of-factly, scanning her vitals and pulling equipment from their medical kit.

“She was in an Imperial shuttle. She crashed. Troopers came. She got shot,” Crosshair narrated in his unaffected manner.

“How many times?”

Tech looked more concerned than Crosshair had expected. His response was tinged vaguely with surprise. “Only once.”

His brother shook his head. He gestured to the nasty wound at her hip that he was in the process of disinfecting and treating. “This is only the most recent of her injuries.” Tech’s hands moved deftly, efficiently, while he continued. “It appears that she sustained a mild concussion in the crash, as well as… one additional blaster bolt to the leg, and bruising to her ribs. Perhaps in the process of hijacking the shuttle.”

Crosshair could only shrug as he watched Tech continue to work. With her prior injuries, he was surprised she had lasted against the troopers as long as she had.

“You shouldn’t have dropped her,” Hunter chastised him, arms crossed over his chest.

“She told me to,” he sneered in response. “She’s lucky I didn’t just let them kill her.”

“Yeah…so why didn’t you?” The question came from Wrecker, but the rest of the squad turned their eyes to him to await his answer, even Echo swiveling around in the cockpit to stare at him. Of all of them, Crosshair was the least likely to pick up a stray.

He shrugged, saved from having to explain further by the woman’s groans as she fully came to, her eyes fluttering open. She shifted her gaze to each of them in turn, taking in their gear, their unruly appearances, their serious expressions. For a moment, as she came more fully out of consciousness and looked into his eyes, he actually thought how sweet she looked. Gentle, even.

“Who the kriff are you?” she snarled.

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sophiesticatedyk · 1 year

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She Looks Just Like A Dream || Bruce W. x Reader

Part 2 of "The Prettiest Girl I've Ever Seen" so I hope you guys like this too 🫶

After that encounter, you held a tight grudge on Bruce. Seems immature, yes, but there was something about the man that just infuriated you. Was it the way he made you feel? The way he smirked at you like you were below his level? God, you didn't even know what exactly you hated about him. All you know is, you didn't want to see him again. You told your friend how you didn't want to attend any of Wayne Gala's anymore.

Here you were, walking home as usual and passing the Wayne Manor as your daily path. It was odd, it looked so empty without guests. For a minute, looking at the house, you felt pity for Bruce. How lonely he must be. You shook the thoughts out of your mind, you were supposed to hate him.

With your head clouded with thoughts, you didn't notice the man sneaking up on you. It was too late, he had already grabbed you and you couldn't fight back no matter how hard you tried. The stranger cut off your oxygen by covering your nose and mouth as you started to feel lightheaded, the cloth had chloroform in it.

Slowly panicking, this is bad. Really bad.

-Stay quiet, buttercup. Unless you want to pay the consequences that is.

You tried to scream but it felt like your body was shutting down, you closed your eyes and passed out.

Suddenly, Batman came and punched the criminal straight in his nose, pulling your unconscious body to his side.

-Y...You're.. You're Bat..

The criminal shivered in fear at the hero towering over him. He stumbled over his feet and ran away when he heard the rumbling voice of the Bat.

-Get away from her, now.

The Batman calmly stated, calm but very intimidating. Like you could crumble under his gaze and tone of voice.

Batman gave the burglar a chance to run away, for now. Later in the Batcave, he'd make sure to make that man pay someday. At this moment, his priority was you.

Bruce didn't know what he was feeling, and he wasn't even sure if it was hatred anymore. When he saw you, looking helpless in the dim streetlights, he felt an urge to protect you. He wanted to protect you from everything bad in the world.

Carrying you into his Batmobile and driving towards the Batcave, Bruce contemplated if he truly hated you or admired you.

Arriving, Alfred walked to the automobile looking confused with the random girl in Bruce's arms.

-Who is this, Master?

Alfred asked with confusion laced in his tone.

-Do not worry, Alfred. It's the girl from the party. Her name is Y/N L/N. We need to get her treated, she's passed out from chloroform it seems.

Alfred acted quickly, with Bruce placing Y/N down onto the medical table. He swiftly brought out his tools and observed the few bruises and scratches that decorated the girl's arm.

It wasn't all too bad, so he wondered why his Master Wayne brought her all the way here? He has never done that for anyone before.

In a few minutes, the small wounds were fixed with some ointment and bandages. She would wake up soon.

-Master, why would you bring this girl here? It was only a few scratches, nothing too dangerous.

-I know, I know, Alfred. I don't know what's gotten into me. I just felt this urge to protect her, and I felt rage seeing another man touch her so violently. It's scaring me.

Bruce let out all his worries as Alfred poured him a cup of tea and sat down as well, they both were talking while Y/N was lying from afar, still unconscious.

-Master, have you ever considered that maybe, you have feelings for this young lady ?

Alfred was always right. But this time, he couldn't be! Unless...

-What ? I just met her ! There's no way ! And, I'm still not over Selina... I couldn't possibly like her. If anything, I hate her !

Bruce slightly raised his voice. He wasn't mad at you or Alfred, he was mad at himself. Mad that he couldn't decipher his own feelings.

-That is true, but love at first sight exists, you know. I know you're still grieving over Lady Selina, but you could also be slowly healing with how you feel for Lady Y/N. If you hated her, why would you bring her all the way here ? Quickly make me tend to her small wounds ?

The more Bruce thought about it, the more he realized Alfred was right.

Alfred was back upstairs in the Manor as Bruce was cleaning some of his Battech. He heard a small whimper come from Y/N. He abruptly stood up and walked over to you. He forgot something, though. His cowl. But he didn't realize that, too caught up in the fact that you were now awake.

-Where am I ?...

You rubbed your eyes and your tone of voice sounded like you were trying to hide your fear.

-You're in the Batcave. It is safe here, do not worry.

A low and dark voice came from your side as you looked up at your right. Wait, Bruce Wayne ? In Batman's suit ? What the fuck.

Could it be ?

-Holy shit.

You swore out of shock as you slowly tried crawling back from the table. Bruce was confused, and slightly nervous.

-What's wrong ?

He asked. You shakily pointed your finger at his head.

-I think you forgot your mask, Batman. Or now that I know, Bruce Wayne.

He lightly gasped and looked towards a mirror to show his reflection. This is bad, he wasn't wearing his cowl. How stupid of him ! Oh my God, he was so dead. He was caught by a random girl. My God.

-Fuck ! I forgot my cowl. Y/N, I know we ended on a bad note that night but I beg you to not tell anyone this, please. I don't know what's gotten into me and why I was this stupid to not realize my cowl wasn't on, just, this is our little secret, okay ?

He sounded so desperate.

-Wait, how do you know my name ? You know what, nevermind. What do I get ?

-What ?

-What do I get if I keep this a secret ?

You were teasing him. To be completely honest, you already had suspicions that he was Batman from the start. C'mon, Bruce Wayne sponsoring the Bat for ALL THAT gear ? One being present while the other suddenly disappears ? Besides, their features on the lower side of their face were exactly the same. You just have good observation skills.

-I'll give you anything you want.

-I'll make sure you live up to that.

You smiled. You smiled at him for the first time. No signs of cockiness or hatred in your eyes. It made him blush and choke on his words.

-Yes, I assure you I will.

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corwynnasmith · 1 month

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Writing I want to read prompt 2:

Enemies to lovers over shared custody of a cat. The cat lives with both of them until one decides they should be an indoor cat and the other goes on a rampage looking for their "lost cat" until they figure it out. The two of them then have to figure out how to share.

Bonus points if they already hate each other from some other situation and/or the cat goes missing a second time and ends up with someone they both hate for a valid reason and they have to heist their cat back.

#writing prompts #writing prompt #fanfiction #fanfic #fiction #enemiestolovers #enemies to lovers #enemies to friends to lovers #tropes #prompt #prompts #inspiration #writing inspiration #writing inspo #writers #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #romance

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freya-remy · 3 months

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"I must admit, it's refreshing not to be at each other's throats."

"I agree. It's almost like we're... friends?"

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Acquaintances, maybe."

"Acquaintances who occasionally enjoy each other's company."

"That's probably the most accurate description."

#dialogue prompts #writblr #writeblr #writerblr #writing prompts #writing prompt #dialogue prompt #writing inspiration #god of mischief #loki #enemiestolovers #enemies to lovers #enemies to friends to lovers

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Micah lays beside you, your head resting on his arm. Both of you are facing the ceiling. His scent, a minty vanilla, pervades your senses as you snuggle into his soft embrace— his breathing slow and even under your head.

The atmosphere is a comfort, domestic in a way you hadn’t expected it to become. Part of you has been extremely relieved that this is the norm, something so natural that the two of you didn’t even need to discuss. However, the other half is tentative in accepting this as a reality.

As sweet and wholesome all of it was, it made you wonder if this was where the line laid for the two of you. When you think about it, you haven’t even kissed him yet. Sure, neither you nor Micah had qualms getting close enough to cuddle (err, semi-cuddle? Could this even be considered cuddling if you’re just on him?). And yes, flirtatious conversations were never amiss in your day-to-day activities with him.

However, you can’t seem to shrug off the nagging concern that this might all just be…platonic. For fuck’s sakes, weren’t you guys just fooling around? After all, Micah came down to visit you on an impulse, and you encouraged each of his advances and fired back your own in kind after knowing him for one day. And somehow, someway, you both found yourself in each other’s arms practically every day— sinking into a lifestyle that required each other.

You’d hate to even regard this little doubt in your head but what if? What if you were a fling to him? What if you’re just friends and you’ve mistakenly established this boundary with him when you wanted more?

You try to find solace in Micah’s teases, and the way that they’re reserved for you. Or in how his touches are delicate when he caresses your cheek but firm when he holds you around your waist. But it doesn’t erase the bitter question within and you find your voice strained when you break the silence.

“What are we— even doing?”

Beside you, Micah stirs. “We?” You hear the grin in his cadence. “You’re staring at the ceiling while I’m enjoying your presence.”

He always has to speak in that snarky tone, doesn’t he?

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. “No, like—”

Words dissipate in your throat. Whatever courage you gathered when you reflected on your relationship with him had gone up in smoke, and you wrack your brain for the best way to articulate yourself. But it is difficult— even more so when you remember that the foundation of this thing between you and Micah is nuance.

Even though you said the meanest of things to him, Micah would dig deeper to unearth what you truly meant. You could say you hated him and he’d immediately take it for what it was— a confession. You hated (loved) that about him.

Micah knew you just by listening and learning during your video calls. And as such, he knew to come through your window the very first time he booked a plane ticket to visit you. You never forgot how incredible that moment had been and you loved that this man can understand you, your boundaries, your wants, everything— even without you overtly stating what you had wanted.

It’s a one-in-a-million kind of bond the two of you shared, being able to understand each other beyond words. But as you opened and closed your mouth for the nth time that day, you hate that you can’t do such a simple task now.

Ugh.

Micah notes the stretching silence and he moves. You look up, and now the two of you are inches apart— your eyes striking gold.

“Like what, angel?” He smiles brightly as he always does, little toof sharp past his lip, and quirking his stupid brow. Somehow teasing you with just the expressions that he makes but being supportive all the same.

And maybe you need to take a class in communication because the only thing that escapes you after is…

“What are we?”

Regret bites back with a hot flash of shame because no one fucking wants to hear that especially when things have been pretty great so far. But, you did it. You said what you needed to say, and you can’t fight the blush rising up your neck. Being vulnerable has never been an option for you, but for the first time you feel like it’s possible.

Micah’s eyes widen and his attention travels to the corner of the room. His free hand splays over his face to cover up what you think is awkwardness— or worse discomfort—, and your heart palpitates with each second he’s silent. But beyond that, he doesn’t move the arm that’s under you, and you start to spy the red tint on the tips of his ears.

It’s now stifling in the room, a warm kind of unease that has you squirming a little. Unable to stand the silence any longer, you whisper, “Micah?”

He whimpers in response before returning his gaze on you. Micah’s eyes are a streak of shooting stars, zipping all over your face— from your eyes to your lips then back up to where you’ve pinched your brows in concern. They settle back to your hues and he licks his lips, stammering. “I–um–I don’t know what you’d like to be–with me. But–um…”, His face flushes in full. “I love you.”

Shock seizes you and your breathing hitches. What. What? What!

Your intentions for this conversation were to purely figure out what you could call this bond between the two of you— but you weren’t expecting him to drop an “I love you”!

Yet as unexpected of a development it was, you’re immensely relieved. He cares, more than you thought, and even confident enough to confess. It’s a line in the darkness of your doubts, one that you grasp so tightly that your hand on his chest starts shaking. He quickly notices and his free hand falls over yours.

“What’s wrong, angel?”

“I just…” Unsurprisingly, words fail, but your emotions carry anyway. What you couldn’t say is visible from your flushed cheeks, the smile on your face, the happy crinkle in the corner of your eyes. “You have no idea how badly I needed to hear that. I was so scared that you didn’t want to be more than friends.”

“Are you kidding???” Micah brings your hand to his lips, planting a kiss on your knuckles. He continues with a small laugh. “I come over all the time. Practically every day just so I can see you because I love you. I love your everything! Your bluntness, your laughter, and your stubbornness— especially with the things that you like.”

You giggle, turning onto your side. “Like how I like it when someone climbs through my window?”

“Exactly, like that!” Micah pauses, his head bowing slightly as he peers at you with a barely concealed optimism. “Although… I do hope that the only person you’d want climbing through your window is me.” He ends with a sheepish smile and you can't hold back a scoff.

“Are you serious?” Your hand flips from under his and your fingers fall between the spaces. Holding his hand between the two of you, you squeeze it gently. “There’s no one else, Micah.” Your tone is soft, unbelievably full of affection, that even you’re surprised by it. “You’re the only person I’d want coming through there.”

His lips part in a smile that he quickly tries to smother, little toof poking out. “O-Oh, yeah, I totally knew that.” Micah squeaks, and he clears his throat. “I mean, can you imagine if your friends did that? They wouldn’t be able to compare to me.”

“Maybe, maybe not. But, I’ll never find out because only the people I like romantically can try, and you’re the only who qualifies.”

Micah’s face explodes in a palette of scarlet, the hue turning darker by the second as he stammers. “What? You l-like me?”

Your laughter bubbles out of you. “You just told me you love me. How is me confessing my feelings to you the thing that makes you more embarrassed?”

“I already confessed to you the second day we talked, and then, on the third day as well! I already knew that I love you! I’m just finding out that you like me!”

Disbelief floods your system, warming your cheeks, and aching your stomach with a laughter you couldn’t stop. Who knew that Micah shared your own insecurities. Though you suppose, you haven’t made it easy for him to decipher your feelings. It’s just crazy to think that he was just as nervous about the relationship as you are.

Brushing away a tear in your eye, you say, “I can’t believe you— did you not realize that I let you come over all the time? Or that I call you when I get the chance? Oh my fucking god, Micah, we’re cuddling! Like, right now! Do you think I do that with just anyone?”

He pouts, defensive. “No! But like— how was I supposed to know! I told you that I like liked you but you never said anything back. So I just–I just assumed that this was what you wanted!”

“Oh, okay, hold on.” You sat up on one elbow, short giggles escaping you as he did the same. “What do you mean by like liked?”

“You know, like I like liked you!--Or well! Like like–because, right now, I am liking you very much.” Micah hurries to explain and you quirk up a brow, the mock offense on your face destroyed by the smile that just won’t go away.

“What’s with this downgrade from love?”

He whines, “My feelings are still the same! I just— get embarrassed repeating it so many times if you don’t feel the same.” The pout on his face deepens and you straighten up.

Wiping off all semblances of a joke on your visage, you swear, “I do! I feel the same way, Micah!”

You could feel the room warm with the heat that’s radiating from Micah. An array of emotions flurry past his face: surprise, ease, elation— they color his cheeks with a pretty pink and light his golden eyes with a sparkle.

“T-Then, would you have me as your partner?”

Your chest flutters. God, you wanted to hear that for so long. “Of course I would, you dork.” You roll over him, arms flying around his neck and legs on either side of him. Giggles fill the room from the both of you as Micah’s hand drops to your waist. His hold is tight when he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, and you feel so loved in the moment.

You’re more of an idiot than you thought if it took you this long to realize how much he loved you, that the tension between each video call was romance and want. But at least you now knew, and the fact cements you with a weighted comfort. You relax against him, so content with how close you are to Micah and how perfectly the two of you fit in each other’s embrace. You can only hope that he feels the same when he’s with you.

After several minutes of silence, in which your hand had come up to play with his hair— getting tangled in his locks, and he hums, amused— your partner starts laughing.

“What?” You ask, already smiling just from hearing his delight.

Micah’s lips pull into a smirk. “Nothing. Just thinking about how you like me sooooo much!”

You playfully roll your eyes. “Not sure what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, come on. You think I’m soooo cute~.” He snickers here, as if there’s a joke to be had, and he presses his fingers on your side to tickle you. You squirm under his attack as he continues, nose nuzzling your neck. “You like it when I come over, and you wanted me so bad you were so nervous to confess to me, awww~~”

“Yeah, right!” You manage between the laughter he steals from you and you can feel him grin against your skin.

“Look at you, you’re embarrassed~ God, you’re so cute when you wanna kiss me sooooo bad~”

At his words, you rise from your position— high enough so that you can see his face. Micah’s still smiling, unaware of the weight he just dropped, and your eyes focus on his lips. You briefly wonder how it would feel to have them against yours. For his split tongue, that you only get to see when he’s being mischievous, run over your skin. And his piercing— god, his piercing— how would that feel when he’s licking up your thigh, marking your body?

You swallow thickly at the thought. Your wants were already being voiced before you can think to be coy about it. “Micah… can I kiss you?”

He stills underneath you. You feel the shake in his hands, the way they flex slightly— stiffening then loosening around you, repeating again and again. Slowly, Micah’s eyes drop to your lips and you lick them, too aware of his attention.

“What?” He breathes, still shocked.

You look away, embarrassed. “Don’t make me ask again, idiot…”

Your heart’s already pounding from how brazen you were to ask in the first place, but it speeds up even more when you feel his hand caress your cheek. His thumb lightly grazes your lower lip, and Micah gently returns your attention back on him. The gold in his eyes are half hidden, lidded with desire, and you knew that he was thinking the same thing you did.

Then he leans up and you feel the softness of his lips on yours. It was chaste, a tentative question to ask if that was okay, and when you bend down to meet him halfway again, Micah becomes a bit more confident. His hand holding your chin smooths over to the back of your neck, and he pulls you into him. Lips molding against yours, a quiet noise escapes him as his other hand presses on the small of your back— wanting you closer.

His small greed entices you, and your hands in his hair shift down to cradle his jaw. You’re a bit more bold when you kiss him back, tongue swiping against his lip, wanting permission to enter his mouth. Micah relents easily and your tongue darts in, stroking for the piercing you wanted to feel. When you find it, a moan hikes up your throat as Micah groans. His hips buck up to meet yours, and you squeak into his mouth, startled. It had to be subconscious, it had to be, because not even a second later, Micah’s whispering a “sorry” between kisses.

Sorry? Sorry for what?

Art by @rainslices

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must-be-mr-boggins · 1 year

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AUJ was basically an enemies-to-lovers slow (?) burn with an adventure subplot.

#bagginshield #the hobbit #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #thorin x bilbo #lotr #thatscharacterdevelopmentbaby #enemiestolovers #forlegalreasonsthisisajoke #or is it #theyreinloveidontcarewhatyouthink #whyelsewouldthorinlookatbilbolikethat #the power of friendship #i dont think so

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mxnaluv · 1 year

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Going to the Beach with Genshin Characters

Warning!: innuendos, crackfic, cursing, established relationships

18+ MDNI!!!

GN!READER

Diluc, Xiao, Beidou, Tartaglia, Scaramouche, Jean, Lisa, Kaeya

Scaramouche

"Get in the water! It's not cold" I splashed some water at Scaramouche and he flinched backwards.

"Why would I swim in disgusting ocean water?" He gave me a dirty look. I rolled my eyes "It's not that bad, stop being a whiny bitch"

Scaramouche scoffed at me and dipped his foot into the water, but he immediately didn't like it so he took his foot back out. "Ew" he said.

Tartaglia

I came out of the dressing room with my bathing suit on. Tartaglia was already done so he was immediately waiting outside the door for me.

"Are you ready to go?" I asked. "I've been ready" He teased back at me.

"Good because I want to take pictures" I'm used to his snarky comments so I just ignored what he said.

I walked past him, bumping into his shoulder. He smiled and quickly turned around then slapped my ass. The SOUND it made, echoed.

People turned their heads to see where it had came from. "WHAT THE FUCK" I yelled. That was the most painful ass slap I've ever felt.

He laughed at me and kept walking past me, bumping into my arm like I did him.

I gathered up all my strength and courage then pulled my hand back as far as I could and let go of the most intense slap of the century.

Except it was so powerful that I completely missed and ended up hitting his back.

"AHHHHH" He screamed while holding his back.

Beidou

Beidou was getting drinks for us while I laid on a beach towel under an umbrella.

I was watching the a guy in front of me struggle to get into the water until a bunch of kids ran in front of me playing with a volleyball.

Of course I'm annoyed but it's also the beach so I can't do anything about it.

I sighed and went through my bag to see if there was anything I could do while I wait.

"Y/N!" A familiar voice called out to me. I looked around to see where it was coming from but I couldn't see anything.

Until the sky went dark all of a sudden. I was confused until I looked in front of me.

"Holy Shit" I whispered under my breath. A volleyball was coming towards me at full force.

Before I could fully react, Someone jumped in front of me. I was in shock.

I looked at the sand to see Beidou on the ground. "Beidou!! Are you okay?" I immediately got up to see if she was alright and I heard her sniffing

"The drinks" she cried then held up her hands to show me two bottles of beer.

Diluc

"I have to show you something" Diluc said. We were walking along the shore since the sun was going down.

He held my hand and he took me to a back part of the beach. There was a big rock in the sand. We both went up to it and he helped me get on top to sit on it.

I looked out into the ocean to see the sky turned purple and orange. It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. My eyes sparkled from the sight, I couldn't keep my eyes off of it.

"Hey! You there! What are you two doing?! This is a no civilian zone!" A cop yelled. Diluc was about to climb the rock too but stopped and both of our heads turned back to see the cop.

I jumped down and Diluc took my hand. "We need to go" He smiled and we both ran off while the cop chased after us.

Kaeya

"Do you want me to help you with that?" Kaeya said. I was sitting on my beach towel putting on sunscreen before I went to go swim.

"Yes! I can't reach my back and I'm struggling." I replied. I gave him the bottle then turned around, facing away from him

Kaeya put the sunscreen into his hands then rubbed them together.

He started with my shoulders, rubbing sunscreen onto me, then move his hand down to my upper back then he started to go lower and lower on my back.

His hands curved around my waist then down into my bikini bottoms. Then started to kiss my neck.

"Kaeya, what are you doing~ We're in public" I smiled and he chuckled against my neck.

"Yeah Kaeya what ARE you doing?" A familiar voice said.

He immediately stopped and looked up, he knew exactly who it was. I looked up to see who it was too.

"Mind your business Diluc" He rolled his eyes.

Lisa

Lisa and I were sunbathing on the sand while laying down on our stomachs while we both talked.

"How about we go out for some drinks after this hm?" Lisa said. Our "talking" was us just flirting back and forth.

"We could have drinks at my place~" I replied. Lisa smiled at me and leaned closer to me.

"We could do something more than just drinks" she whispered into my ear.

She pulled away from me and I smiled back at her.

Then..BOOM. I felt a foot on my back and following after, a falling noise.

I turned my head back to see who fell. My eyes widened, it was the person I expected the least. "Xiao wtf?" I said.

"You fucked up my catch!" He yelled at us. Next to him was a frisbee on the sand.

Xiao

Xiao was sitting on the beach while he watched me play frisbee with someone else.

He looked jealous but he wasn't doing anything so I acted like I was having a good time without him.

Eventually he had enough and came up to me. Before I could throw the frisbee, he caught my arm and took it out of my hand. "Get lost loser!" He yelled at the other person.

"Do you know how fucking lame you sound?" the other person laughed.

Xiao got annoyed "The only lame one is you!" He yelled back. His comebacks suck ass. He's good at fighting but when it comes to his comebacks, they really suck. "Xiao just let it go" I said

"No, it's okay, I'm gonna show them whose really the lame one." He walk back a bit and then threw it to them. They immediately caught it.

"This is how you wanna play?" They said, then threw the frisbee back and Xiao caught it.

"First one to drop their catch loses" He threw it back at them.

I stepped back to watch them. He does this shit every time and always loses, he will never just walk away.

I sat down on the sand and watched them throw it back and forth, but it progressively got aggressive between each catch.

Not only was it aggressive but they threw farther away too, so every time they would weave through people to catch the frisbee.

"Try to catch this!" The person through it really far. Xiao ran, jumped over tables, flipped over things, and waved through people. They threw the frisbee with their superhuman strength.

Xiao was close to catching it and his fingers barely grazed it till he kept running and then...BOOM

He tripped and fell face first into the sand. The frisbee fell and hit him on the back of his head.

He held his head up and looked back. He tripped over Lisa and her s/o.

"Xiao wtf?!" Lisa's s/o said.

"YOU FUCKED UP MY CATCH" He yelled.

Jean

I sat at the beach bar with Jean getting drinks. It's been a long day and Jean was getting annoyed from exhaustion so we decided to wind down.

We sat at one of the chairs and looked at the drink menus. There wasn't anything good but the beers.

I put my menu down and asked "Can I get two beers please" but right then, my voice synced with another woman.

"Sorry but beers are going out fast today and we only have two left, so you gotta decide who's gonna take them." The bartender said.

"It's okay you can tak-"

"No y/n we've been waiting all day for this and you want to give it up?" Jean interrupted me.

"Look ma'am, I don't know who you are but I need those beers." The woman said

"No YOU look ma'am, I'm not in the best mood right now so I need those more than you do" Jean looked at her.

"Okay you need to calm down, I understand that you want them but I asked first." The woman replied.

"What! No? I said it first." I said.

"How about you guys stop fighting and forgive things out like you're adults" The bartender put the beers on the table.

"Let's settle things the good old fashion way, with Rock Paper Scissors" The woman suggested.

"Fine but I'm definitely winning" Jean said.

They both put their hands into their fists "Rock paper scissors SHOOT!" The woman said.

Jean gasped. "I lost"

"You know what that means, I get the beers." The woman grabbed them off the shelf then put money on the table. Jean was still looking at her dumbfounded till the woman yelled "Y/N!" and ran off.

AN: I really hoped you guys liked this!! As usual my ask me anything is ALWAYS open, so feel free to request anything you would like me to write!! <3

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