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Zutara: Just Tell Him

Summary: The Fire Lord visits the Southern Water Tribe for the Glacier Spirits Festival. But his true objective is to find a way to tell the Chief of the Southern Water Tribe that he's in a relationship with the Southern Water Tribe Ambassador: his daughter, Katara.

CW: Some references to sex and alcohol.

I asked @the-badger-mole about Zuko/Hakoda interactions and then I remembered I'm not so bad at the whole keyboard typing thing myself so I'm pulling a Thanos and "do[ing] it myself."

Enjoy.

Black soot fell on the Southern Water Tribe. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough for the Hakoda, Chief of the Southern Water Tribe to take notice. He called for his top advisors and and a squad of soldiers. They raced towards the docks and waited. They watched as the large metal ship sailed into their waters. The intimidating vessel towered over the horizon. It looked like a warship with a red palace on top. Hakoda knew it could only belong to one man, the Fire Lord.

The ship docked. The ramp came down. Soldiers in red spiked armor marched down and made way for the man himself. He stood tall with a scowl on his face. His long hair pulled back to show the scar that marked almost half his face. The two leaders stood face to face, looking each other in the eyes.

"Chief Hakoda," Zuko said, giving a quick little bow.

"Zuko, my boy! How are you?" Hakoda pulled Zuko in a big polar bear hug so tight he lifted him off the ground. Hakoda let go and let Zuko drop to his feet. Before the Fire Lord could regain his composer, Hakoda gave him a big slap on the back so hard that Zuko almost fell over.

"You look thin. What? Do they not have meat in the Fire Nation?" Hakoda laughed. Zuko could hear snickering coming from his royal guard, but he paid them no mind.

"No, no, we do. It's just...I've been busy," Zuko said, trying to reclaim some dignity. "As a sign of good will, I'm here to attend the Glacier Spirits Festival."

"Then you're early. The festival isn't until this weekend. Where's Aang? I thought the avatar was coming with you," Hakoda asked. Zuko fidgeted uncomfortablly.

"Avatar Aang will not be joining us. He's...on a spiritual retreat," Zuko said.

"Makes sense. He is the avatar. But hey, I've got work to do and I won't keep you long. I know who you're really here to see."

Zuko's head perked up with a blush.

"Really? I didn't-" Zuko was interrupted by a tackle hug from behind, that again almost knocked him off his feet.

"Zuko! Hey, buddy," said Sokka. Sokka wrapped his arms around Zuko's neck pulling him down into a headlock that Zuko playfully tried to get out of.

"Sokka?" Zuko said.

"Hey, it's been it a bit. Where's Aang? He didn't come with you?" Sokka asked.

"He's on a spiritual retreat," Hakoda answered.

"That makes sense. He is the avatar and all," Sokka nodded. "We should catch up. Who's up for lunch on the Fire Lord's tab?"

"Sounds great, son," said Hakoda. "But I've still got some business to take care off. I'll see you all for dinner at the palace. Sound good?"

"See you there, dad," cheered Sokka. He turned with Zuko still under his arm. "Come on, Zuko."

"Sokka, seriously, let me go. It's not funny."

--

Katara worked at her desk and sighed. After traveling the world and defeating the world's strongest benders, looking over legislation seemed really boring in comparison. Her head perked up when she heard a commotion outside her office. Only one person could be this loud in the palace. Sure enough, the door was kicked open without even a knock.

"And then my dad shot her," said Sokka.

"That story gets weirder every time you tell it," said Zuko.

"Hey, Katara, look who's here," said Sokka.

"Zuko!" Katara rushed out from behind her desk and pulled Zuko in for a tight hug. She pulled back as the two locked eyes.

"It's been so long," she said.

"Yes," Zuko nodded.

"No, it hasn't," Sokka interrupted. "She just got back three months ago. And weren't you in the Fire Nation for, like, a year?"

"It's been a long three months, Sokka," said Katara, shooting her brother a quick scowl.

"We were gonna catch up over lunch. Wanna come?" Sokka asked.

Katara cleared her throat and tilted her head at Sokka for a second. Luckily, Zuko got the signal that Sokka missed.

"Yes, I brought gifts actually," said Zuko, "They're still on my ship but I brought some spiced wine for the festival as well as some fire lilies."

"Great," Sokka sarcastically replied, "Because nothing says eternal peace like a flower that's probably gonna die in three days."

"Sokka!" Katara scolded. "That's very sweet, Zuko. Sokka, please make sure the gifts are unloaded safely."

"What? Me? Why do I have to do it?" Sokka asked.

"Because I don't want to and it's you're job," answered Katara, "Mister-in-charge-of-domestic-affairs."

"Well the gifts are from the Fire Nation," Sokka shot back, "Miss ambassador."

"On our shores," Katara said flatly.

"Fine. Whatever." Sokka hung his head in defeat. "Thanks for the booze. I'll meet you at the restaurant, Zuko."

"Sure," Zuko nodded.

Katara waited until she could no longer hear Sokka's grumbling or his footsteps. She locked the door and turned to meet her lover in a tight embrace. Their lips met. The couple kissing as they ran their fingers through each other's hair, reluctantly breaking off to catch their breaths.

"I missed you," whispered Zuko. A tear falling from his eye.

"I missed you too," Katara said. "But you're here earlier than I thought you'd be."

"Your last letter gave me...ideas," Zuko said, blushing.

"Did it now?" laughed Katara. The couple kissed a few more times before taking a seat in the small couch in her office.

"How are things in the Fire Nation?" Katara asked.

"Going well," Zuko answered. "Jee loved the retirement gift you sent him."

"I was his favorite captain after all," Katara boasted.

"So he keeps telling me. Repeatedly," said Zuko. "To be honest, a got a little nervous coming in. I thought your father had found out about us."

"He still doesn't know," Katara said.

"You haven't told him?" Zuko asked. "Why?"

"I don't know. Nerves, I guess," Katara explained. "After the way Aang reacted when he caught us together, I didn't know if anyone else would feel the same way. What did you tell Sokka about Aang?"

"I told him Aang was on a spiritual retreat," Zuko answered.

"That makes sense," Katara nodded. "He is the avatar."

"Katara, what happened with Aang was not your fault."

"I know," she replied. "It was yours."

"What!?"

"I told you to lock the door," she said.

"That's not what I meant," said Zuko.

"I know, but still," Katara sighed. "I don't want to be put in that kind of situation again. Maybe you could tell him. My dad likes you."

"I don't think that's a good idea."

Katara cupped Zuko's face in her hands and kissed him.

"Please," she said. "For me?"

"Okay," Zuko relented. Katara pinched Zuko cheeks and shook them a little.

"So pouty," she teased.

"Please stop." Katara let go and giggled.

"So, I hope Sokka takes his time unloading those gifts. What will we do until then?" Katara asked, leaning back against her couch. She raised her arms and put her hands behind her head. Zuko leaned forward over her.

"I remember your last letter. Something about it getting hot in the south pole."

Katara giggled as Zuko leaned in for a kiss. His arms propping himself up on the couch. Katara's hands finding their way down the to sash of his royal garb and then his belt, undoing them the way she had done a dozen times before.

--

The dinner table was a long, fancy layout fit for any palace. Still, the chief's family sat close together at one end of the table. Their food laid out between them with the Fire Lord sitting close by.

"So Zuko," Hakoda asked, "How do you like Water Tribe food?"

"It's different," he answered politely. "Good, but different."

"I'm glad you like it. I didn't know if our humble cuisine would be fit for his lordship," Hakoda chuckled.

"Dad, he's not like that," Katara said. "Here, Zuko, have some more noodles."

"Hey, those are my noodles!" Sokka whined.

"You already had three bowls!"

"Kids," Hakoda interjected. "Not in front of our guest."

Hakoda sighed and shook his head with a smile.

"Some things never change, heh? Sorry about that." Hakoda said to Zuko.

"No," Zuko replied. "It's nice. This is nice. My meals aren't usually this...lively."

"Speaking of meals, sorry I had to miss lunch. But I'm glad you two were able to catch up with the Fire Lord," Hakoda said.

"Actually, it was just me and Zuko," Sokka corrected. "I had to make sure Zuko's gifts for the festival were unloaded from his ship. When I went back to Katara's office she was asleep on her couch, so it was just me and Zuko at the restaurant."

"Really?" Hakoda arched a brow at Katara who blushed.

"I was tired from...work," Katara said.

Hakoda turned to Zuko who looked down at his food as soon as their eyes met.

"Huh," Hakoda mused. "Interesting."

"What? What's happening?" Sokka asked.

"Nothing." Hakoda cleared his throat. "You know, Lord Zuko, it is customary to bring a fresh kill for the village before the festival. Perhaps you'd like to join me tomorrow for a hunt."

"But dad, we already have enough food," Sokka said.

"I know, but it's tradition." Hakoda smiled at Zuko while Katara nervously looked on. "How about it? You'd get to experience a little bit our culture before the festival. As a sign of good will, of course."

Zuko looked around the room before looking for a sign from Katara. She gave a quick albeit nervous nod.

"Of course," Zuko stammered. "I'd be honored to, Chief Hakoda."

"Good man." The tension lifted from the room for a moment. "Now how about some of that spiced wine the Fire Lord brought?"

"Put some fire in your belly, as they say in the Fire Nation. Right, Zuko?" Sokka chuckled.

"Yup," Katara muttered. "That is what they say."

--

The next day, Zuko was tying the knots on his armguards. He'd never been hunting before. Or at least, not successfully. But he was earnest in the attempt. Katara approached him with a fur coat under her arms.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" she asked.

"I'll be fine. Unlike my father, your dad is an honorable man," he replied. "I'm sure he won't try to do anything to me while we're out hunting. Alone. In the middle of a frozen tundra while I try to tell him that I'm sleeping with his daughter."

"Well aren't we confident?" Katara threw the fur over Zuko's shoulders and patted it down, making sure it fit. "This should help keep you warm."

"Thank you," Zuko said. Zuko leaned in, letting his forehead rest on hers.

"No matter what happens," Katara started, "I love you."

"I know." Zuko kissed Katara's forehead. "I love you."

Katara watched as Zuko left the hut out into the bright day of the Southern Water Tribe. The heat from the indoors replace by a cold gust of wind. As his eyes adjusted, Zuko could see Sokka and Hakoda.

"Hey," Sokka greeted as they approached. "Isn't that Katara's hut?"

"Uh..." was all Zuko could say, trying to think of a good answer.

"Never mind that. We're burning daylight," said Hakoda. "Let's go, Lord Zuko."

"Him? What about me?" Sokka asked.

"Sorry, Sokka, but I'm gonna need you to watch over things while I'm gone." Hakoda put his hand on Sokka's shoulder. "It's just for today. A cultural experience for the Fire Lord."

"Fine. I guess," said Sokka. "But I'm going to the next one."

It was quite the walk for the two men. First reaching the limits of the city. Then going out far enough to find wild arctic caribou.

Hakoda taught Zuko the basics. How to track, how to stalk your prey without them noticing, and how to pick your target. Zuko attentively listened and absorbed all of Hakoda's instruction. After a few hours, the two men found a small cave.

"Let's take a break here," Hakoda suggested. The two sat inside the cave. Hakoda reached into his pack and pulled out some firewood and arranged it between them.

"Do you mind?" he asked, gesturing at the wood. Zuko nodded and with a quick punch set the wood on fire. Zuko watched the wood crackle and enjoyed its warmth. Hakoda pulled out a small piece of meat from his pack and offered a piece to Zuko who politely declined.

"We'll be able to see the caribou from here. When the come back around to graze, that's when we'll make our move." Hakoda looked out into the distance. Zuko simply nodded. It was a few more moments before either man said anything. Hakoda was the first, feeling it was the right time.

"Lord Zuko," he spoke up, "I wanted to start by saying thank you for taking care of my daughter while she was staying at the Fire Nation."

"Yes, I mean, yes sir. It was no problem at all," Zuko awkwardly stammered.

"I would hope not. You being the Fire Lord," Hakoda said. Zuko, not knowing how to answer, just coughed.

"So were you supposed to tell me or was Katara going to?" Hakoda asked.

"What?"

"About the two of you." Hakoda crossed his arms and looked right into Zuko's eyes. Zuko, after failing to find the right words, hung his head.

"How did you know?" he asked.

"It wasn't too hard to figure out," Hakoda answered. "Katara is my daughter, but she's also become a beautiful young woman. You're a young man. She lives in the Fire Nation for a year and her letters back home become less and less frequent. Then when she gets home, all she can talk about is you."

"Wow," was all Zuko can say.

"My question is, why did you all try to keep it a secret?" Hakoda asked.

"When Katara was in the Fire Nation," Zuko sighed in the middle of his sentence. "Aang saw us...together. He didn't react well."

"Which would explain why he's not coming to the Glacier Spirit Festival, even though he's the avatar."

Zuko nodded.

"Apparently, he had feelings for Katara but she didn't feel the same."

"I figured as much," Hakoda shook his head. "I thought it would have been better not to say anything at the time."

"Aang was one of our closest friends or at least that's what we thought. So I guess she...we were afraid that if he was so against us being together maybe everyone else would-"

"The Avatar has his own feelings that he has to work through. It has nothing to do with you two," Hakoda interrupted. "What matters is you make each other happy. You make my daughter happy. That's what's important."

"Thank you, sir," said Zuko.

"Besides if you hurt my daughter, you'll have me to deal with," Hakoda warned.

"If I hurt your daughter, I don't think you'll get the chance. Katara can probably take me out herself."

Hakoda laughed so hard he almost fell backwards.

"She does have her mother's temper."

"Yeah," Zuko agreed. "She's pretty amazing."

The two men sat in the cave watching the arctic caribou slowly return from the horizon.

"We should probably take something back," said Hakoda.

"Thank you for talking with me, sir," said Zuko.

"Don't worry about it, son. You've done more than enough right by me. Sokka, on the other hand, good luck."

--

Katara paced back and forth.

"They should have been back by now. I should go look for them."

"Relax," said Sokka. "See?"

Sokka pointed out to two small figures in the distance. It was Hakoda and Zuko, dragging a caribou behind them.

"Wow, I can't believe they actually did it," Sokka said. "I thought dad was gonna catch Zuko with his pants down or something. Ew, now there's a sight."

"I've already seen Zuko with his pants down," Katara smirked.

Sokka blinked.

"Wh-what?"

#zutara #zuko #katara #hakoda #atla #avatar the last airbender #incorrect fan fic

[acklesterritory]

Hunters at night

Hey guys, after months I'm back with a new fanfic for @jay-and-dean 's 3k Celebration #jays3kcelebration . With:

Prompt: "Someone on horny" And "You said that 3 times already, I got it. 

Dean x Reader one shot

Summary: What would you do after a heavy hunt? Maybe tasting some pizza?

Word count: ~1200 words

Warning: Smut, Hand kink, unprotected sex. Fluff

I hope you like it. Feedbacks are appreciated as always

You were tired. The hunt was so damn heavy and complicated that after returning to the bunker, no one had any energy left to even talk. So you just cleaned up and waited in the kitchen til the pizza delivery came. Sam left to bring the pizza and you sat across Dean, who was already sipping on his beer. But what your eyes had catched this time weren't his lips, this time when he rubbed his eyes, you couldn't fight the need to watch his around nails, thick fingers, his glistening knuckles and the prominent veins.

"Veins" 

You could feel how the blood started to run wildly in yours.

"You know? I like that." Out of nowhere he said bluntly, taking a deep breath after stretching his muscles. And if you weren't already lost thinking about his hands all over your body, you would ask "What?".

However for your surprise and for the first ever time in the century, he didn't need any question, pressure or insistence to let the truth of his feeling out of his chest. He'd said it like it was something very normal. Like you two had never been creeps around eachother for the last 7 months.

"I like the smell of your shampoo."

"Uhum" You replied, not having any clue what he'd just said.

You were already high on your live sex dream. Couldn't stop the imagine of his fingers inside of you while your nipples started to get hard under your thin white crop top.

"It's soothing. Like … I don't know. You mostly smell like danger."

"Danger?" You mumbled, but not thinking about "How your smell could make a hunter like Dean Winchester feel in danger?!"

You just couldn't focus on anything but those fingers around the sweaty beer bottle.

"Yeah, but not in a bad way. You know? More like …"

"Dinner is here." Sam announced as he rushed in, carrying pizza boxes in his hands.

"Oh, yeah! Love me some pepperoni." Dean greeted him sweetly, like the child he actually was in his heart but used to mostly bury him under his serious Winchester face.

 "This smells like heaven!" Sam said, smelling on his slice, as soon as he put the box on the table and flip the lid.

"I was about to say the same thing, Sammy."

The smirk in his voice didn't help you. Not when out of nowhere his longing look shifted from the pizza to you. Actually it made every thing get worse. Now you have to uncomfortablly shifted in your seat, being terrified in case anyone could notice how your sex was already on fire!

"Hmmm, you know? Sometimes I wish I was a pizza man."

Sam rolled his eyes in response to his brother's comment, chewing on his pizza.

"No, you would never do that, Dean."

"Why not?" Dean asked, licking on his fingers with such a sloppy sound that made your knees go weak under the table.

"Cause …" Sam drank from his bottle. " … you would try all the pizzas before delivering them."

"Nah, at least not when the babysitter ordered one." He winked and you bit hard on your lip, preventing a whine from scaping your lips. 

This was not good. You stole your eyes. It was already so hard to think about anything but him … him and his charisma, or his capturing scent,his tempting mouth … his dirty mind … and his skilled fingers.

"Fingers"

Once more he licked on them and this time you had to press your tights against eachother cause now you could hear those sloppy voices not only with your ears but also with your sex! 

"Is something wrong?" Sammy's question shook you out of your head. You gave him a strange look, making him explain more:

"Why you don't eat? I thought you like pizza too …"

"I do." You stole your eyes, looking down at the food you always loved but now had no interest in.

"I just … I think I need a nap more." With that you stood up, focusing on contracting you muscles enough to support your weight now that your knees seemed almost melted under you with the sexy imaginations of Dean.

"Gosh …" 

This time you couldn't stopped yourself, not when Dean casually licked his lips, looking up at you.

"What?" He asked. A frown slightly forming on his face.

You thanked God that they couldn't read your mind. More specifically right now.

"I hate the sounds you make when you …" For a brief of moment your brain got blank with his eyes locking in yours in an awkward silent.

"… when you're eating something!" You completed your saying in a hurry, feeling a wave of red shade spreading on your cheeks and nose tip.

"Why?" He asked, first raising his brows in wonder, then narrowing his eyes at you.

"Like it matters"

He didn't hear your low voice and you didn't wait for him to ask again. Instead with a "goodnight boys" you turned on your heels to run to your personal shelter: room 32.

"Thank God."

Closing the door behind yourself, you took a shaky breath and closed your eyes to concentrate … to stop the images of Dean giving you what your thirsty body always wanted: 

His warm breath on your skin, his skilled tongue in your mouth and his thick digits inside of you.

"Gosh!"

Another shaky breath and this time you decided that maybe another quick cold shower could ease the situation up.but even when you stopped under the coldest possible flow for a few minutes, nothing had changed. Actually with every cold drops that would hit your sensitive skin, the pain got worse.

"Please!" You bit on your lip, terrified of the slightest possibility that the boys could hear your moans. And that was the reason you had to change the plan. You couldn't risk touching yourself there. The bathroom was too big and the bunker was too quite. Your voice could easily resonated in the night.

"God damn it!" 

You stepped out of bathroom and dried your skin. Then you wore the bathrobe Dean had bought for you after losing a bet. It was soft. And thick enough to warm your body.

"Just like Dean himself, right?" You asked yourself, already regretting wearing the robe. Cause now all you could think of was him again: the way his bare skin could feel against yours … the things he could do with those strong hands of him …

You sighed and lied on your bed, letting the towelling fabric tickle your breasts as you were taking deep breaths to calm yourself.

"Oh Dean."

You called him in another sigh, shutting your eyes to force the sleep in. Just as you were getting close to fall asleep, thr mattress deepened beside of you and then someone whispered in the room:

"Did you call me?"

As you opened your eyes in a sudden surprise, a hand appeared to push on your mouth, preventing you from making any loud voices.

"DEAN?!!"

You heard your own muffled voice in your head, looking up at the hunter who was bending on you.

"Sshhhh." He said, replacing his hand with his mouth on your lips as soon as you recognized him. Now the thin wall between dreams and reality was vanished and you couldn't understand if you were simply having a dream or …

"I thought you already had a shower, why you had another one again?"

He smiled. One of his hands in your hair, the other lightly tracing down on your skin, from your neck down to your chest.

"Dean!" His name fell like a prayer from your lips and you had to blink to beliece he was really there with you.

"Me, right? You had to shower again because of me?" He questioned, smirking, biting on the tip of his tongue.

"Hmm … looks like someone is horny." When his tracing hand reached to your breast under the robe, he skillfully pulled the garment away on his fingertips and looked down at your hardened nipple.

"Ahhh." You couldn't suppress your moans or stop your hips from jerking up to seek any attention from him anymore. He was there. He was too close and you just …

"It's okay. I got you." He reassured you, getting on the bed, capturing your lips in a deep kiss, making your body go delirious under his heated touch.

"Please!"

You had to cling to his shoulders to stop 

Yourself from falling apart as his hand find your core between you two.

"What's it, sweetheart? You like it when I touch you here?" He asked, still rocking the same proud smirk on his ridiculously sexy lips.

"Oh God!" Your threw your head back on the pillow as he pushed his index and middle fingers inside of you while his thumb was rubbing your clit in circles.

You whimpered, feeling the pleasurable flames spread through your body from where he was teasing you.

It took just a minute for your body to react, your back almost arched if it wasn't for his strong hand pushing you down.

"No!" He said, pulling his fingers out.

"Please!" You whined, gasping, looking down at see his handsome face. But he was holding his hand in your sight line, forming a victory sign with the fingers he just had inside of you. They were glistening.

"You see? I already have you dripping on my fingers." He said, putting them in his mouth, licking on your juice while looking back in your eyes

"Dear Goood!"

Your hips jerked up again and your tights started to shake so violatly that he had to hold them.

"I said no. You're gonna come on my cock, not on my fingers. I didn't even use my tongue yet."

You fisted the sheets, curving your toes in pain.

"Dean!" Your weak moan was so pleading that even if he would, Dean couldn't stop the pride and the joy you already made him feel. It was reflecting in his eyes.

"I'm here, Y/n. Just let me take care of you." He said and you heard the click sound his belt made when he threw it somewhere across the room.

 "Ahhhhh" Now you were unable to even form a comprehended word.  All you could think of was just him. Only him.

His hot mouth leaving marks on your neck, his strong arms locked around your waist, his bare chest against you breasts, his thick length sinking inside of you …

"Come!" He whispered the commend on your ear after biting on it. 

So you did! You always wondered how people could scream while having their climax? It never happened to you. Til that night … til you came like you had never did before. Your back arched and you felt how hard your throbbing walls were sucking on his length as he was speeding up the rhythm, working you through your orgasm.

"Son of a bitch! You're so damn hot." He said, sucking the air out of your lungs in another sensual kiss. His curious dominant tongue explored your mouth and made the loving torture get even worse. To the point as he withdrew and spreaded his come on your body, you were completely limp, unable to stop yourself from shaking in ecstasy.

"Y/n? … sweetheart? … are you ok?" He asked as soon as the peak of his climax passed, looking down at you a little worried.

"Not … done … please …"

"*please*? Oh, sweetheart … You said that 3 times, already …" He smirked, again with a pair of shiny eyes. Like he was the happiest human being on the earth. But when you whimpered, he had to stop looking down at you as like you were a galaxy or something! He whispered:

"I got it"

It was promising. Dean was always the man of his words. So he reached down again to massage your core, as his tongue was teasingly drawing circles around your nipple, his sticking up hairs brushing your skin, making your hormones shoot up again.

"I'm … so …"

You couldn't complete your warning, just as he bit on your nipple, you screamed again, this time so much louder that you were sure not just Sam but also every other living things within the two-mile radius of bunker could hear you. However you couldn't care less. Your hips jerked up while your vision was completely gone.

"Deeeaaaaannn"

That was intense and long. Longest pleasure that you've ever had during sex. And the most memorable one. Cause while you were almost out, he held you tight in his arms, whispering sweet words, kissing and worshiping you like … 

"You're my dream that's coming true!" He laughed at his own joke and you can hear the pure happiness in it.

"I love you." Although your low mindlessly confession faded in the night but Dean didn't miss it but you were already out before he could respond

"I love you too. With all I've got." He whispered on your sweaty face, then he pecked on your lips as your eyes flattered shut. After months you finally fell asleep in peace …

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[princessjungeun]

You’re Perfect: Yuna x Reader

Request: You and Yuna were at the park when she saw a girl modeling and got insecure about her looks

Dating an idol wasn’t always as amazing as it seemed. The crazy schedules, tours, fans, sasaengs and netizens didn’t make it any easier either. But it was all worth it when it came to Yuna. You two had been together for a little over eight months and you both couldn’t be happier despite the challenges presented.

Today was a day off for her which was the first in a month. Usually you’d tell her to rest and eat well while you facetimed her all day. But today she demanded you two have a date at the Han River which was her favorite place to go.

When you arrived you saw her in a black bucket hat with a wide brim and a mask, along with your sweatshirt she stole from you after your third date. You linked arms with her and walked along the river’s path.

“So what are your unnies doing today?” You asked her. She responded “Yeji was halfway through her third bag of snacks when I left. Lia went to visit her parents. Ryujin is playing with her cats, and Chaeryeong went to meet up with Chaeyeon cause she had a free day too.” She hesitated then said “I missed you so much. You know I think of you everyday?” You pushed her playfully and said “stop being so greasy you big baby.” She laughed and you continued walking until you reached the least populated area.

You both sat on the grassy area not too far off from where you were walking. You noticed Yuna had been staring in the same direction for a while. You followed her eyes and saw a girl getting her pictures taken by a photographer. The girl was average height, at least 165 cm tall. Her hair was long, flowing down her back and her tanned skin glowed in the sun. Her body was evenly proportioned too. Her legs weren’t stick thin, they had muscle, the cropped shirt she wore showed her abs, 6 evenly toned at that. Her face looked perfectly symmetrical too, she was stunning.

“Yuna...?” You looked at your girlfriend wondering what was going through her mind. You noticed the more she stared at her the more she shifted her weight uncomfortablly. The longer you watched your girlfriend the more you noticed how she stared at the model then at herself. Your girlfriend’s face slowly falling each time she noticed something else about herself she didn’t quite like.

You softly whispered “Yuna? Baby whats wrong?” She responded “why don’t you find someone like that? She’s so beautiful...and I’m not.” Her voice cracked at the end of her sentence, hearing her say that made your heart shatter.

But honestly hearing her say this took you by surprise because she was normally very confident. Almost everytime you were with her she’d say “don’t I look pretty today?” or she’d look at herself and just slip a small “i’m so pretty right?”. You admired her confidence, it was one of your favorite things about her.

You asked her “baby what are you talking about you’re so beautiful, you know that.” She looked at you and said “but my legs look like sticks, i’m way too skinny, my nose isn’t cute like hers or yours, and my eyes are too big.” You watched as her eyes filled with tears and they slowly spilled out.

Quickly without hesitation you pulled her into your arms and said “Yuna. You are so beautiful. I love your beautiful long legs, you’re not too thin don’t be silly. I love your cute little nose. And I love how your eyes get brighter when you see something you love.” You kissed her on the lips softly, wrapping and arm around her neck she deepened it. You pulled away after a few seconds and put your forehead on hers. You whispered breathily “you’re ethereal. you’re too perfect for this world.”

She hugged you close and said “are you sure?” You laughed and responded “I’d never lie to you. I promise you’re perfect.”

#itzy imagines #itzy fluff #itzy yuna #itzy scenarios #kpop fluff #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #shin yuna #itzy #girl group #midzy

[s-riusblck]

ANGEL EYES II

LIGHTNING ERA - Part 5

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

SHIP: Sirius Black x Reader

DESCRIPTION: Life in Azkaban. These were the three words that had haunted your life for twelve years, until the day you saw Sirius Black’s face on the front of the daily prophet. He had escaped, but after twelve years in Azkaban, could things ever go back to normal?

NOTES: hey hi hello yes it is actually me back with another chapter of angel eyes!! quarantine really is making crazy things happen lol. I can’t apologise enough for how long this has taken, but i’ve tried my very best to make it worth it. also ps I have had to make some slight changes to the usual timeline, including remus/tonks wedding, and the major one being that the attack on the burrow now happens on harry’s birthday!! thank you so much for sticking with me xx (also apologies for any spelling/grammar errors my inspo kept striking at night when I was very sleepy lol)

Standing out the window of Remus’ London apartment, your hands wrapped tightly around your mug of tea as you stared out at the dense fog that had settled over the city. The sight of it instantly brought a nauseous feeling to your stomach, knowing that it was the growing presence of dementors that was causing it. Your eyes darted down to watch the innocent muggles who were walking by, clearly questioning the unusual fog, completely ignorant to the fact that their world was in grave danger. It all felt uncomfortably familiar, your mind flooding with memories of the First Wizarding War. With a deep sigh, you stepped back from the window and settled down on the sofa, freeing a hand from your mug to pick up The Daily Prophet. “Bridge Collapse: Death Toll Rises” was sprawled across the front page, and your heart sank further as you began to read the details, knowing that the families involved would never get the answers they deserved.

“Devastating, isn’t it?”

You jumped slightly at the sudden voice and looked up, your brows furrowing in confusion as Albus Dumbledore appeared in front of you.

“Extremely.” You said, placing the newspaper back down on the coffee table. Just as you were about to ask what brought him here, Remus appeared at the living room door, a similar look of confusion on his features.

“Good evening, Remus.” Albus greeted, giving Remus a nod as he stepped into the room. “Please excuse me for arriving here unannounced, but I am on a tight schedule.”

“Please, sit down.” Remus insisted, gesturing to the free armchair, as he himself settled down beside you on the sofa beside you.

“You must be wondering what brings me here this evening, and again, I apologize for arriving unannounced, but I wanted to check in on you both. Particularly after your recent mission, Remus.” Albus explained, and you glanced towards Remus knowingly, your eyes tracing over the gashes and bruises that now littered his face.

Much to your dismay, Remus had begun to take on more serious Order missions. It had resulted in many sleepless nights sitting up patching his wounds, and trying to get through to him. You knew his condition led him to extreme insecurities, but you had never quite understood the extent of it until now. Remus Lupin had fallen in love, but he was doing everything in his power to push it away and ignore it. He couldn’t see the same worth in himself that everyone else did, and it broke your heart to witness, but considering your current situation with Sirius, you were in no position to give your opinion.

“I’m recovering very well, sir, thank you.” Remus said, shifting uncomfortably under your intense gaze.

“I’m pleased to hear it.” Albus said, giving Remus a sincere smile, before he averted his attention. “I’ve just come from Grimmauld Place.”

It was your turn now to shift uncomfortablly, clearing your throat as you placed your empty mug down on the table. “How is he?” You asked.

“Extremely remorseful.” Albus said bluntly. Your head shot up to look at him, and Albus stared directly at you, his gaze unfaltering. “Far be it for me to get involved in personal business, but I feel I owe it to both you, and Sirius, in this case.”

“You owe it to us?” You questioned, and Ablus nodded, sitting up straighter in his chair.

“My ignorance came at extreme costs for you both, and still does. I have been engaging with The Ministry to ensure Sirius’ name is cleared, but it shouldn’t have come to this point. You told me he was innocent, and I should have believed you. I should have had more faith in him, especially when considering the fact that he has shown me nothing but loyalty. I let you both down in ways that are incomprehensible, and I hope you both know how deeply apologetic I am for that. One day, I hope you will find it possible to forgive me.” Albus explained, but before you could interject, he continued on. “I’ve known Sirius Black for a long time, and nothing gave me greater joy than watching you fall in love with each other. All Sirius Black has ever wanted, and deserved, was to be loved, and you gave that to him. It’s a truly beautiful thing, (Y/N). I’ve lived a long time, as I’m sure you can appreciate, and I struggle to think of a love comparative to that of you and Sirius. I understand why you felt it necessary to take the time that you have, but you’ve both already lost so much, I would hate to see you lose any more time with each other.”

You sat stunned, your mouth slightly agape as you tried to process everything Albus had said to you. Remus reached out, resting a hand on your shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“I understand that that’s a lot to take, and I regret that I have to leave in such a haste, but I hope it may bring some clarity for you, as well as my apology bringing some overdue closure. I must now visit Harry, and bring him to stay with The Weasley’s. He will be much more comfortable there.” Albus explained, standing up from his chair. Remus stood up with him, shaking his hand and thanking him for coming. The sudden movement shook you out of your stunned state, and you stood up hastily, just as he was about to leave.

“I’ve already forgiven you, sir, we both have.” You said, and again, a sincere smile flashed across Albus’ features.

“Take the time you need, (Y/N), but not so much that you may regret it in the future.” He said, before suddenly disapparating, leaving you and Remus staring at an empty space in front of you.

“Why do I get the feeling that he’s tying up loose ends?” Remus suddenly said, and you let out a shaky breath, the nauseous feeling in your stomach returning.

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The air was cool as you sat on the porch of The Burrow, a small breeze nipping at your skin. Glancing back through the front door, your lips quirked up into a small smile as you saw Harry laughing with his friends, a sight you would never grow tired of seeing. Throughout all the chaos, and all the panic, Harry’s 16th birthday had come around. Knowing how heavy the war was weighing on his mind, you had decided alongside Molly Weasley to put together a small celebration for him, hoping it might take his mind off the excruciating pressure he was facing everyday for at least a couple of hours, and so far, it seemed to be paying off.

Turning your attention back outside, you admired how clear the sky was, running your hands up and down your arms to try and retain some heat. Hearing footsteps coming towards you, and a jacket wrapping around your shoulders, you immediately recognised the intoxicating scent of Sirius enveloping you. Closing your eyes for a moment, as he settled down on the porch beside you, you took a minute to appreciate the feeling of having him so close. The closest he had been in weeks.

“Can we talk?” He asked, and you opened your eyes slowly, turning your head to meet his eyes.

Albus’ words when he visited had left you with a lot to think about. His words stuck with you, and brought you to a point where you weren’t quite sure anymore whether you were more angry with Sirius, or yourself. From the moment you met Sirius Black, you had known what you were getting yourself into. He had always been reckless, and stubborn, and much like everyone else, he came with his own flaws, but despite this, despite the flaws that you brought to the table, he continued to love you so deeply that the price had always been worth the payoff. Sirius loved you in a way that you could have never expected anyone to. He made you feel as if you were the only girl in the world, and Merlin, you couldn’t have been more in love with him either. How could you ever throw something like that away? He loved you so unapologetically, how could you deprive him of the same when you knew he would have never done what he did with the intent of hurting you?

“I’m sorry, Sirius…” You began, but were quickly cut off as a trail of black smoke appeared in the sky. You both stood up, slipping your arms into Sirius’ jacket as your eyes squinted in an attempt to see through the darkness. Before you could react, a circle of flames surrounded the house, and Sirius reached out to shield you behind him. You both quickly drew your wands as the guests of Harry’s birthday party came flooding out into the garden, and Bellatrix Lestrange appeared in front of you all, laughing maniacally. She disappeared just as quickly as she had appeared, and before you knew it, Harry and Ginny were running past you and Sirius, following her into the flames.

“Harry!” You cried out, your body immediately kicking into gear as you and Sirius both followed after, Remus and Arthur not far behind. The tall grass stung as it hit against your skin, your heart pounding in your chest as your feet moved you as quickly as they could. “Harry!” You called out again, your footsteps coming to a sudden halt as you found him and Ginny fighting off curses coming from multiple directions. You immediately joined them, alongside Remus, Sirius and Arthur, but the curses soon died out, and the silence was almost deafening as you all stood in a circle, listening out for any sudden movement and anticipating a second attack. It couldn’t be that easy.

Suddenly, the black smoke appeared in the sky again, and Sirius quickly pulled you into his side, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as your free hand gripped onto his shirt. You watched, stunned, as the dark smoke danced around the The Burrow, and the house erupted in flames. Your mouth dropped open, your grip tightening on Sirius’ shirt as Arthur called out for Molly, making a burst back towards the house. “Tonks.” Remus suddenly breathed out, before following quickly after Arthur.

As you all arrived back at the house, you could hardly comprehend the scene in front of you, your heart shattering into a million pieces as you saw the house The Weasley’s, and Harry, all called home, falling to the ground. The war had always felt personal, and unpredictable, but this just reinstated how truly unsafe, even the safest of places were. As you all helplessly watched the flames, your body automatically found Sirius’. You wrapped your arms around his waist, your head resting on his chest, as you held on as tight as possible to the feeling of safety he brought to you. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head before you looked up at him.

“Let’s go home.”

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Knowing The Burrow would take some time to be liveable again, and that the memories were still fresh, you and Sirius had insisted on The Weasley’s and Harry coming back to stay in Grimmauld Place for as long as they needed. Remus had decided he would go home with Tonks, both seeking comfort after what they had just witnessed, so you said your goodbyes and asked that he update you in the morning to let you know how they both were. When you returned home, you quickly fell back into the familiar routine of hosting in Grimmauld Place, and hurried around to make sure everyone had a bed, blankets, and were as comfortable as they could be for the night.

Once everyone was settled, you said your goodnights and made your way back to Sirius’ bedroom, stepping in and closing the door behind you. Once shut, you leaned back against it, your head falling back as you let out a shaky breath. Hearing the door close, Sirius appeared out from the bathroom. You lifted your head to look at him as he walked towards you, reaching his hand out for you to take.

You placed your hand in his, following after him as he guided you to the bathroom, the steam from the shower already beginning to fog up the room. You both quickly rid of your clothes and stepped into the shower, letting out a long sigh of relief as the warm water washed over your body.

Your eyes met Sirius’, his hand reaching out to gently trace his fingers along your jaw. You soaked in every second of his touch, your hands running up his chest and around his neck, tangling into the hair at the nape of his neck. Taking a step closer to him, you closed any space that was left between your bodies, your foreheads meeting in the middle as he leaned his against yours.

“I’m so, so sorry, love.” He muttered and you shook your head, biting down on your lip gently as he let one hand rest on the side of your neck, his other moving to press against your lower back. 

“I love you.” You breathed out, and with those three words, his lips found yours, an indescribable heat erupting throughout every inch of your body as your hands tightened their grip on his hair, unable to get enough of him. Backing you up against the wall, the water cascaded down both of your bodies, and the world outside the bathroom slowly slipped away as you forgave each other in arguably the best way possible.

Time passed, and you soon found yourself tangled up in both Sirius and the sheets on the bed. You lay partially on top of him, your legs intertwined with his as you ran your fingers through his hair, his hand drawing patterns on the small of your back. Tracing your fingers along the chiselled line of his jaw, you leaned down, pressing a short kiss to his lips.

“I’m sorry I ran.”

“I’m sorry I made you feel as if you had no other option.” He replied, turning his head slightly to place a kiss on the palm of your hand.

“I guess we aren’t as perfect as we thought we were, huh?” You smirked, and Sirius laughed softly. “No more running.” You told him sincerely. 

“You come first, (Y/N/N), always.”

_____

“You know, we should really be looking for my ring, love. Maybe I could have left it Remus’ the other evening after the wedding? I’m pretty sure I must have taken it off to wash the dishes… Can you believe Remus is married now? I’m so happy for them both. They really make such a lovely couple… Where are you taking me, Sirius?”

Sirius chuckled as he guided you along, his hands covering your eyes.

“I told you, it’s a surprise.” He replied, eliciting an impatient groan from you. After a hectic day working with The Order, Sirius had whisked you off to an unknown location, giving you absolutely no reasoning why. Despite your impatient tendencies, and the fact you were mentally and physically drained, it came as an extremely welcome surprise. In the months following the attack on The Burrow, Voldemort had made it known that not only was he back, but he was back with a vengeance. The situation was escalating everyday, but amidst all the chaos, it was moments like this you spent alone with Sirius, rediscovering each other and repairing aspects of your relationship that were broken that kept you going. He was your light in what seemed like never ending darkness, and the determination you felt to finally live the life you had always dreamed of with him motivated you to keep fighting.

“Are we there yet?” You asked suddenly, and Sirius rolled his eyes in amusement, before suddenly slowing down the pace and coming to a complete stop.

“We’re here.” He told you, before removing his hands from your eyes. A small gasp escaped your lips as you saw where you were, and the scene in front of you. Just like the night of your engagement, Sirius had brought you back to the lake at Hogwarts, setting up a small picnic for just the two of you.

“Sirius! It’s beautiful.” You smiled, leaning back into his chest as you admired the scene in front of you.

“Worth the wait?” He mumbled, running his hands down your arms and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“So worth it.” You replied easily, tilting your head to the side and bringing your hand up to guide his lips to yours. “Can you believe how long it’s been since that night you first proposed to me? So much has changed since then. I certainly didn’t expect we still wouldn’t have made it to the wedding at this stage.” You chuckled as you broke apart, taking a few steps towards the picnic blanket to see what he had laid out.

“Well… That’s why I wanted to bring you here tonight.” Sirius began, and you turned back to face him, an even louder gasp escaping your lips this time as you found him down on one knee. “Your ring isn’t lost, (Y/N/N), it’s at home, but I took it because… I wanted to give you this.” He said, pulling out a small box out of his pocket to reveal a beautiful diamond ring.

“Oh Sirius…” You sighed, completely in awe of what was in front of you.

“I can’t even begin to comprehend how I got so lucky with you, (Y/N). You are… breathtakingly beautiful, and easily the best sex I’ve ever had,” He joked, and you chuckled softly, reaching up to wipe the stray tears that were beginning to slip down your cheeks. “But you’re so much more than that. Throughout everything, you’ve loved me more than I ever thought was possible, and I can’t thank you enough for that. You’ve really opened my eyes up to what love is, and how beautiful it can be, and Merlin (Y/N/N), I love you so much. Every day, every second, I fall more and more in love with you. You said it yourself, a lot has changed since the first time I proposed to you. We’ve changed as people, the world around us has changed, our relationship has changed, gotten stronger, and I wanted to give you this as a promise that this time around, we’re going to get our wedding. We’re going to get married, buy a house, have kids… Everything we’ve always dreamed of. So, will you marry me?”

A wide smile spread across your lips as you nodded furiously. “Of course I’ll marry you!” You said, watching as he slipped the ring onto your finger. Sirius barely had the time to stand up and you were in his arms, your hands tangling into his hair as you pulled him in for a kiss. “I love you so much.”

_____

In stark contrast to the last time you had been on the ground of Hogwarts, an excruciating heaviness lay in the air as you and Sirius walked hand in hand through the castle. A number of emotions were coursing through your body, a mixture of anger, fear, uncertainty, grief, but most of all, extreme despair and heartache. The War in the Wizarding World had inevitably continued to intensify in the months following your engagement, tragedy upon tragedy being reported everyday. It was painful to admit it had gotten to a point where you had grown accustomed to the grief, learning to expect it, but what you hadn’t expected, what you could have never expected, was for Albus Dumbledore to be murdered. Arriving at Hogwarts on the night of his death, feet pounding heavily against the pavement as The Order tried to reach the castle as quickly as possible, the last thing you could have ever prepared for was to see him falling freely from the astronomy tower. Still to this day, as you made your way towards the Black Lake for his funeral ceremony, you couldn’t wrap your mind around it. You couldn’t believe he was gone.

Similar to most, Albus Dumbledore had played a crucial role in your life. From the moment you arrived in Hogwarts, a transfer from Ilvermorny, he had taken you in and welcomed you with open arms. Despite your differences in recent years, you knew that Albus had only your best intentions at heart, and that he strived above everything else to keep you, and the ones around him, safe. In addition to this, you knew the role he played in Harry’s life. You knew how important he was to Harry, and it only added to the overwhelming sense of grief to know what a toll the loss would take on him.

Reaching the door of the castle that would lead you to the Black Lake, you felt Sirius’ grip tighten on your hand, as he stopped in his tracks and took a deep breath. Turning to face him, you used your free hand to reach up to his cheek, turning his head slightly to face you. “You made him proud, Sirius. All he wanted for you was to see you loved, and you made that possible by not letting your past, and your family, change who you are. You are so loved, and he was so proud.” You told him, and Sirius smiled sadly, as you leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Ready?”

“Ready.” Sirius nodded, and you gave him a reassuring smile, before heading out towards the Black Lake.

Approaching the ceremony, the sound of soft sobs and people talking quietly amongst themselves took over. You greeted those you knew as you walked past, thanking the ones who expressed how wonderful it was to see Sirius out in the open again due to Albus’ efforts with The Ministry to clear his name. You soon spotted Remus and Tonks, quickly approaching them and pulling them both in for long hugs. As the hug broke, your heart once again shattered into a million paces as your eyes met Harry’s, the pain and anger evident. Upon seeing you and Sirius, a flicker of relief flashed through his eyes, and you quickly approached him, wrapping your arms around him in a hug. Rubbing his back soothingly, you bit down on your bottom lip to hold back your own tears, using everything that you had to convey in that one hug how loved, and appreciated he was. You wanted him more than anything to know that he wasn’t alone.

“They can’t get away with this. Voldemort, Snape, Bellatrix… They can’t get away with this.” He told you, and you nodded in agreement.

“Nobody is getting away with this, Harry. We’ll make sure of it.”

#sirius black x reader #sirius black #harry potter #the marauders #marauders

[angelinwhy]

Date Night Goes South

Description: Y/N and Harry leave the restaurant after their date, and are swarmed by fans and paparazzi. During the chaos of it all, Y/N has an anxiety attack, and Harry has to help her.

Warnings: anxiety!

Requested by @beaconforks !

Date nights weren’t a very common occurrence for Harry, and his girlfriend Y/N.

He had a tight schedule and was always travelling, so they barely had the time to go out anywhere for a nice meal. So most of their dates would be in the comfort of their own home, whether that be being tangled between the bedsheets, or doing something as simple as making pizzas and watching a movie. It didn’t really matter to them, what they did, as being each other’s company was more than enough for the couple. But sometimes, a nice meal out was needed and highly appreciated. So that’s exactly what the couple did.

It had been a busy few months for Harry. The build up to the release of Lights Up, the song finally being released, doing promo interviews on radio stations and pre-recording performances and interviews on talk shows. Not to mention the endless travelling for a load of things - Harry had finally got a few days for himself back in London, and he had decided to spend those nights with Y/N. So there they sat, in a nice restaurant in London, as a little date night so they could have a catch up. She had missed Harry a lot, but she understood how crazy his life was, and it was nice for her to see him have fun and doing the thing that he loves most. But, she did miss him being around, and being next to her when she woke up.

“So, I saw that you pratically broke Twitter?” Y/N asks in a jokingly assuming voice, as she finishes off her dessert. Harrys looks at her with a quizzical look.

His head tilts like a confused puppy. “What?”

She scoffs. “‘Kiwi walked so that Watermelon Sugar could run’”, she references his tweet from about a week ago, that she knew for well about, she just hadn’t spoke to him about it. Once the words left her mouth, Harry smiles without showing his teeth as he eats his brownie.

“Yeah,” he starts off as he swallows his food. “It was a complete spur of the moment thing to tweet it, and I remember how mental they all went after I tweeted it. Then the like automated note thing got changed for Watermelon Sugar and they all went crazy over that too - but it’s nice to know they’re still here and waiting for me as I work on the new stuff. But yeah, I did break Twitter. The tweet has almost 700K now, which is absolutely mental,” he explains and she laughs. Stan Twitter was crazy, and Harry knew how hardcore his fans could be, due to how cryptic he could be. Whenever they caught a whiff of something that could be about new content, a new song or even the new album, it was like a fan girl witch hunt.

Though, Y/N found it fun to scroll through her timeline and just watch them all have a complete meltdown every time Harry tweets.

“I am so lucky to have a boyfriend with a pretty brain,” she jokes.

“And I’m even luckier to have a girlfriend prettier than my pretty brain,” he jokes back.

They had been dating for a good few months now, and although 6 months wasn’t that long to some, it felt like a lifetime to Harry and Y/N. She wasn’t really in love with him yet, and he her, but they both knew that if it carried on the way it was now - they would be in love with each other eventually.

Paparazzi was one of the worst things though. There had been no serious run ins with them, but a lot of the time they caugh Y/N and Harry out on the street, and followed the couple about as they bombarded them with random and completely unnecessary questions. They had done some digging on Y/N and found out about her last boyfriend, who was really quite horrible to her. So, a lot of the questions were about him and if she was ever scared that Harry would end up the same. She knew he wouldn’t. Harry was too kind, and too good to ever shame a woman in the way that her ex did. He would never dream of doing something of the sort. Y/N was lucky to have someone like him. He treated her like she deserved.

After they had finished their meal, and argued over who was going to pay the bill (Y/N paid for them as Harry paid for it all the time, although she tried to cut in most of the time so they could half it), the waiter said goodbye to them and they left the restaurant.

But they weren’t prepared for what came next.

Outside the cosy restaurant was a swarm of fans and paparazzi, there was no one to hold them back as Harry didn’t have his security around him 24/7. It was complete bedlam, and Y/N felt her chest tighten in anxiety as she looks at them all around her.

“Shit,” Harry curses in annoyance.

The fans scream as they saw Harry, and the flashes went off all around Y/N and Harry. His car was parked a little further down the street and he knew that it was going to be absolute mayhem to try and get to it without something going wrong. He turns to look at Y/N, who looked pretty scared. Maybe it wasn’t the best time to tell him that she had crippling anxiety. “There’s no one to hold them back, so we’re just going to have to make do with signing as many things as he can and taking photos, okay?” He tells her in a soft tone, despite the screams and asking of questions going on around the two of them. He takes her hand gently, but then grips it tightly just in case.

When he starts to walk forward, the fans crowd him and Y/N had no choice but to follow.

“Harry, what do you think of Lights Up not getting as much radio play as Sign of the Times did?!”

“Is he like your other boyfriend, Y/N?!”

“Harry, Y/N - can you sign this for me please?!”

That was all they heard, and it was deafening. Y/N looks around with fear in his eyes as her and Harry are surrounded by fans and paparazzi.

She felt her chest tighten uncomfortablly and her breathing get a little bit more rapid. It was all going on so fast, and the sounds of people yelling things down her ear and the flashing was making it so much worse that it needed to be. Hands reached out to grab her jacket and pull her in for a picture, but she had to apologise through a shaky voice and say that she couldn’t. Everything was becoming so much worse. That sick and sinking feeling bad settled in her stomach, and she started to feel dizzy. Harry was in front of her, stopping every couple of seconds to sign things and take pictures. Unfortunately, he was too much of a nice person to say no to his fans.

“Harry,” she managed to whisper softly, but he wasn’t able to hear her.

Her breathing sped up, and she felt her hands starting to shake at a scary speed. When she looked around, everything was blurred, and the flashes from the cameras were hurting her eyes.

When she realises what was happening, she stopped dead in her tracks.

Anxiety attack.

When Harry tries to move and felt the slight tug on his hand, his turns around, only to see Y/N paralysed in her spot. He looks at her with a confused look, until he saw how much she was shaking, how her eyes were darting about all over the place. And how she looked like she couldn’t breath. He moves to her, taking her face in his hands and holding it gently. “Are you alright, my love?” He asks and she couldn’t even register an answer for him.

She then felt dizzy, and almost collapsed, but Harry had a hold of her and softened the blow as she fell to the ground. Y/N felt numb as her legs completely gave in on her, and she felt like she couldn’t breathe. “Please give her some space!” Harry yells at them all, trying not to sound rude but he couldn’t help it. The fans backed off and put their phones away, but the paparazzi stayed. So the fans made it their job to make sure that the paps wouldn’t stay around for much longer, as they told them to clear off. Harry’s focus then went back onto his girlfriend, and despite all the commotion going on around them, he felt as if it was just the two of them. She couldn’t even speak.

He didn’t know what was happening, but could only assume she needed help.

“Y/NN, copy what I’m doing - count ten as you breathe in, and hold it for a few seconds before breathing out and doing the same thing over and over. It should help you regulate your breathing, ok?”

Harry started to show her, but her head fell down onto his chest as she grips his black jacket.

She needed to do this on her own.

As she tries to regulate her breathing, as that was the best place to start, a fan hands Harry a bottle of water that someone from inside the restaurant had given to her, having seen all of this happening. “I can’t d-do this,” she chokes, trying to breath like normal but it wasn’t working. She’d just end up choking on her own breath again, as the feeling of not being able to breath settles back in.

“You can, babe. You can.” Harry tells her gently. “Look at me.”

Holding her face in his hands again, he lifts her head up so she was looking directly at him. His heart broke. And he knew he wasn’t supposed to do this, but he knew the only way to help her was if all of her undivided attention was on him. “Copy me, I know it’s hard but you need to focus on your breathing and getting it back to normal.” She nods and Harry smiles slightly, before breathing in. Y/N is slightly hesitant as every time she opens her mouth a choking sound comes out, but, she breaths in, and holds it like Harry does. After a few seconds, he breaths out and she does the same as him. Her hands continue to shake as she grasps his jacket a little bit tighter, but, he repeats the action and she does the same again. Her breathing was starting to regulate slightly, but it was still shaking and still a little bit erratic, but better.

“You’re doing so well, Y/N,” he praises her to keep her going.

She lets her eyes close, as she repeats the action over and over. Everything seems to fall into place as her breathing starts to go back to normal. It was still a little fast, but she had more control now and it felt better. She was starting to feel better.

Harry watches her intently as she does one final breath out, before breathing normally. He smiles in happiness as she lets out a deep breath, feeling like she could actually breath again. He caught one tear that fell from her eye, before letting go of her face so she could sit up properly. He takes the water bottle and unscrews the cap before handing it to her. She thanks him with a slightly shaky voice, before taking a sip and feeling the cold water soothe her throat. It was so scary having anxiety attacks, and she hadn’t had one in a while, so the build up of not having them for a while made this one so much more worse.

“Thank you guys for putting your phones away and getting the water,” Harry then thanks his fans as she continues to drink the water.

They all smile at him, muttering ‘it’s fine.’

Once she had drank enough water, Harry helps her up off the ground before walking her over to the car. Immediately, once they were out of view, he wraps his arms around her and holds her tightly.

She wraps his arms around him, bringing one hand up to run through his brown hair. They stay like that for a second, just holding each other as that was scary for the both of them. As much as Harry helped, he did feel kind of helpless. “I guess now would be a good time to tell you that I have really bad anxiety,” she mumbles, resting her chin on his shoulder. He sighs softly, knowing that something along those lines was coming. “I’ve had it since I was a kid, and I have meds for it. Some part of me always thought it would get better and that I’d be better at controlling my anxiety attacks, but I guess I was wrong.” Y/N explains, as Harry let’s go of her so he can look down at her. He frowns softly, moving a strand of her hair.

“Why didn’t you tell me when we first met?” He asks.

She shrugs, “I don’t like telling people. Normally they get weirded out, and then sometimes I feel like a burden because of it. Plus, I didn’t want to worry you, H,” she informs to him.

His face softens. “You aren’t a burden, I promise.”

“Harry,” she sighs, “this is your life. Everywhere you go you have to deal with this, and it was bad this time, and I ended up having an anxiety attack for the first time in months. Whose to say that it won’t happen again? I just don’t want you to feel like that me and you can’t go out anywhere because of what I’m like and what could happen when things don’t go the way that they’re supposed to. Do you know what I mean?” She asks, and he nods his head, looking down at her with sad eyes.

“I’ll put out a tweet and instagram stories telling them to be more respectful. And the same goes for the paparazzi. I just want you to be safe wherever we go. Plus, although I love my fans, they need to learn how to respect the boundaries.” He promises to her.

She smiles at him, “you’re too good to me, Harry.”

He leans down and kisses her on the head. “You deserve it. Right, now let’s go home and go to sleep, because I am fucking shattered.”

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[phaggott]

How do I cry for help anymore? How do I jolt my hands above water long enough for another pair of eyes to ignore me? How do I find the island of safety when I’m miles away in the darkness of the deep unapologetic blue sea? The space in this ocean expands only to shrink again. How do I contain so much emptiness to only feel so uncomfortablly full? To feel it all is the punishment from the previous years of not feeling at all. If I was on the tallest building in Manhattan, I’m torn between whether I would jump or scream for someone, for anyone, to hear me again. I’m the same depressing record that we have all heard too many times, but it’s by a different band now. They play their music so loud in my head that the only help I crave is

silence.

[hopeymchope]

Naegiri Fanfic Prompt - Visitation Rights

From @fanficpromptsandfun :

Person 1 hears that Person 2 is in the hospital and lies saying that they are married so they can visit 2.

[I’m tweaking this one slightly to take a different direction than prompted. Sorry?]

“Archaic rules,” Byakuya muttered derisively as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“What’d you find out?” Kyoko asked. Makoto shuffled his feet uncomfortablly behind her.

“The hospital won’t allow any of us to go see Asahina or learn details of her condition,” Byakuya told her. “It seems only immediate family is granted access outside of the standard visiting hours.”

“Those begin at 5 p.m,” Makoto piped up. “I saw a sign… “

Kyoko furrowed her brow in irritation. “That’s too long,” she sighed.

“You have a remote meeting with the other branch heads scheduled for the same time,” Byakuya noted to Kyoko. “It’s wisest for us to move on. It’s not like Asahina won’t receive perfectly adequate care regardless of our presence.”

Kyoko shot him an irritated look, then started walking towards the nurses’ station. Makoto followed behind her, both concerned and confused. “Uh, Kiri?” he asked. “What are you-”

“Sir,” Kyoko said by way of greeting as she stepped up to the counter. The middle-aged nurse behind the counter managed to smile half-heartedly, but he didn’t get to reply before Kyoko continued, “Are you aware that in the post-Despair world, many survivors are without immediate blood relatives?”  

“Ah,” the nurse responded, his face falling. “You must be friends with Mr. ‘Heir to the Togami Family’ over there.” He gestured dismissively towards Byakuya before adding, “I’ll tell you the same thing I told him: I’m sorry, but it’s hospital policy, just as it has been for decades.”

“And how closely related do the family members need to be?” Kyoko prodded.

The nurse narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Not terribly close… ” he murmured.

“In that case, perhaps you can grant me entry,” Kyoko suggested. “I’m Asahina-san’s half-sister.”

“Buh-!” Makoto sputtered before silencing himself and putting on a forced smile. The nurse gave him a dirty look.

Kyoko pulled out her Future Foundation ID card to show to the man at the station. “We had different fathers,” she lied, “Hence the variance in our surnames.“

“Uh-huh,” the nurse said skeptically. He smirked as he looked over at Makoto and asked, “I suppose that makes you her long-lost half-brother?”

“Um, yes?” Makoto answered uncertainly. “Er, half-brother-in-law, actually!” he added with more confidence. He then put an arm around Kyoko’s waist as he explained, “See, I’m married to Kiri-that is, Kyoko here.” 

Kyoko’s face turned beet red. “Yes,” she said robotically as she kept her eyes locked with the nurse’s. “This… is my husband, Makoto Naegi.” Makoto blushed at her statement but kept up his most convincing smile. (Which was not, in fact, a very convincing one.)

The nurse couldn’t stop smirking. “I’ll need to confirm this, of course,” he said knowingly as he picked up the station’s phone. The nurse dialed in a few numbers. Makoto’s arm dropped from Kyoko’s waist as he realized this plot was about to fall apart.

Kyoko turned her head to look at Makoto, who was already sweating nervously. She grabbed his hand in hers and said, “That’s fine” — both as an acknowledgement of the nurse’s declaration and as reassurance to Makoto. She lightly nodded at the shorter boy, maintaining a cool demeanor. He managed a tight smile but was quite clearly not feeling as confident as her.

“Yes Asahina-san, I have a couple here who claim to be your relatives,” the nurse said. “Your half-sister and her husband, evidently. Can you confirm their names?”

Makoto and Kyoko shared a small smile at the realization that Asahina was at least conscious and able to talk. 

The nurse’s sarcastic smirk vanished and his face fell. “Yes,” he said. His eyes flicked over to Naegi and Kirigiri before he finished with, “That’s correct. I’m sorry for the trouble, ma’am. You understand the policy. Yes, I’ll send them right down.”

As he hung up the phone, Makoto exhaled heavily. The nurse said, “Take the two double doors on the right. Six doors down, she’s in 608 on your left. I’ll buzz you through.”

Kyoko gave him a small, satisfied smile and simply told him, “Thank you.” She walked off, leading a befuddled Makoto by the hand. “Come on, dear,” she prompted him, earning a nervous chuckle in return.

As the double doors unlocked and Kyoko pushed them open, Makoto muttered, “I can’t believe that worked.”

“Neither can I,” she admitted. “Your game face is terrible.”

“Uh, heh, yeah,” Makoto conceded. He rubbed the back of his head with his free hand as he asked, “But Hina - she backed us up?”

“Evidently,” Kyoko said, shrugging.

“And she knew it was us?” he asked.

“Evidently,” Kyoko repeated.

They turned and entered room 608 to see Aoi Asahina laying alone in bed, looking tired but otherwise functional. “Hey, you guuuuys!” she sang out weakly.

“Asahina-san,” Kyoko greeted her with a genuine smile. “I’m really happy to see that you’re doing well.”

“Hey!” Makoto said back to Hina. “It’s great to see you, but… how’d you know it was us out there?”

“Come on,” Asahina said with an affectionate grin. “You were pretending to be a couple. I only know two people both willing and able to pull that off.”

Both Kyoko and Makoto blushed deeply, neither daring to look at the other.

Asahina looked down a little, and her smile brightened even more. “Oh my god, you’re even keeping it up right now!”  she noted gleefully as she pointed at the space between them.

Looking down, both of them realized they were still holding hands.

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