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okwonyo · 2 months

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whatever you want.

ᙏ̤̫ ⠀엔하이픈 [ 희승 ] ♡ female reader & situationship au fluff getting together + cw. not-proofread skinship kissing light profanity (god) mention of food 0.7k | ( bookshelf )

heeseung isn’t your boyfriend, and you are not his girlfriend— that much, you both know. you have both made clear early on that you are not ready for a relationship; and thus, in any shape or form. for you, boys are not more important than your academics and the time consumer that is being someone’s girlfriend is, doesn't really attract you. and same for him, he has pretty much in his plate and the fact that he stills find time for you makes you feel a tad special.

and that's the issue, you are not supposed to feel special; you are not in a relationship. furthermore, the reason why you shouldn't feel your heart dropping right in the pit of your stomach whereupon you watch heeseung leaving you alone, in the sweaty and loud crowd of the party he dragged you into, to go flirt with another girl on the dance floor. you aren’t supposed to feel betrayed, watching her throw her arms around his shoulder so much it makes you sick, seeing the sly grin that comes across his face when she does and his hands gripping her waist as they move along to the music.

the worst part of this is that, no matter how far from him you run away to; you can’t wipe away this cursed image from your memory.. visualizing what you would’ve witnessed next if you didn’t leave before their lips touched, even a warm shower has not enough strength to make it go away and you feel kind of pathetic for almost crying on your sofa for a man that is in fact, not remotely close to being your boyfriend.

thank god, the knock against your door pulls you out of your thoughts, soon enough to make the tear that was on the very verge of your beautiful eye evaporate. you smile at the reminder that it’s probably the pizza you ordered that has arrived early, maybe tonight isn't going to be that bad— maybe you’ll just eat a pizza in front of your favorite movie, call your friend to laugh about the situation for an hour and go to sleep with the knowledge that you deserved better.

alas, heeseung’s handsome face and oh, so, so stupidly cute does eyes at your front door makes you curse yourself for not looking in the peephole before opening.

“wh.. what—” is all you can manage to stutter, your breath getting caught in your throat as you try to say it the first time and when you do, heeseung cuts you off.

“i’m sorry,” he says, almost pleading with one of his hands of the other: big, brown and sad eyes looking into yours. before you can even ask him why in a irritated tone, he continues. “i’m sorry, for earlier.”

your mouth forms a ‘o’, surprised by his apology— you are not in a relationship after all, you never thought he would apologize for this kind of stuff. it warms your heart, nonetheless and smoothen your mood.

“i shouldn't have left you for this girl. i realized that, right before we were going to kiss: which we didn't, by the way. i pulled before anything,” a weight leaves your shoulders right after his says that,“you are the only one i want to be with.” he tells you, and his hands fall nervously next to his sides. your eyes grows wide and your lips part from each other even more. “but,” he adds hurriedly, eyes falling to stare at his feet; like he always does when he is embarrassed, “i— i know you said you didn’t want to be in a relationship. so, i can be whatever you want. just tell me what you want and i’ll be that for you.”

your hands are already cupping his face before he can even finish; putting yourself on your tiptoes, you impatiently wait for the boy, that is barely even noticing anything, to make your lips collapse against his. heeseung grabs onto your waist for dear life and kisses you back desperately, you can feel that, in the way his lips move against yours, that he has been waiting for this for a while.

he groans when you pull away, chasing your mouth with his closed eyes, “you’re dumb.”

“i can be that,” he says back before kissing you again, walking into the apartment as he does so. you were right, tonight isn't going to be that bad after all.

i yap a lot and this is beyond scrappy... my sincere apologies T0T

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futurecorps3 · 1 year

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Hello my love! I have heard your call for Kaz requests and I have an idea rattling around in my head!

Could you maybe do a Kaz x fem!Reader where they're in their early 20s and have been together for years and overcome Kaz's touch aversion (bc our poor boy deserves some healing 😭)? But that's not the idea, the idea is that the reader hasn't been sleeping for a few nights and ends up getting hurt because of it? Could be from fainting and hitting her head, slow reflexes on a job, etc. I trust your brilliant mind!

I can't wait to watch you grow as a writer!!!! ❤️

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Masterlist<3

Summary: The lack of sleep Kaz has been warning his girl about finally has consequences. Pairing: Kaz Brekker x fem!reader Warnings: Mentions of overwoking, lack of sleep, blood, a very angsty moody angry sad Kazzle, mentions of blood and lost of conscience. The usual crow violence! Lmk if I missed any. Word Count: 3.5K whoops Requested: Yes

A/N: IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! :( I love the prompt, however and am very excited to work on this. Hope u like it nonnie and that last thing means the absolute world! <3

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Now he knew he was in no position to demand her to rest. Kaz Brekker was known in his close circle for two things; killing whoever disrespected his love and always scheming. The electricity his brain consumed when plotting the next heist didn't even allow him to sleep when being tucked in with Y/N laying over his chest. But she never had the same issue before!

That's how it worked. She got mad because he wasn't sleeping and would reproach his ears off until he folded and left his papers to join her in bed. So, it was safe to say Kaz was startled when he noticed the absence of steps approaching his office. The clock read the time to be a quarter past midnight. He learned by endlessly scolding from you the hard way it was no use staying up late for a job when he had pretty much everything prepared, so he dropped everything and left to his room.

"Darling, are you-" his question was answered as he opened the door and saw her drawing on the little desk he got for her. "Hmm, hi love. It's quite early. What are you doing here?" Kaz wanted to laugh at that. Had she really lost notion of time that badly? "It's past midnight now, Y/N. What are you working on?" His shirt was discarded in some chair, along with his coat.

He was now in his dress pants and a black sleep blouse, leaning over the back of her chair to see the canvas. It was a picture of the sea, surely an image she hadn't been able to get out of her head after the quick trip you took to the docks with Wylan to ensure a better hiding spot, in case things went south on Saturday.

"I don't know if I'm getting the blues right... you know how it somehow turns gray when the day's rainy?" she wondered out loud. "Don't throw it away altogether, I know you're already thinking about it" "I'm not!" Y/N giggled, knowing fully her boyfriend could read her mind. "Fix it in the morning. Let's go to bed now, yes?" Kaz tried, tilting his head to her right side and nudging his nose a little on her cheek as she hummed in response.

It had taken a long time, many years, to reach these moments. Years of hoping she could one day have his arms draped around her waist in security, head on his chest without a care in the world, because all that really mattered was they'd be keeping each other warm with their bodies. Y/N was patient, not minding the baby-steps and Kaz's constant need to push her away because he thought she deserved better. Truth is, there was no one better for her.

Kaz had a hard time wrapping his head around this fact. Did you love him for him? A limping criminal who was too weak to even bear the thought of embracing you when tears streamed down your cheeks on a specially tough day? Why? It took convincing, long talks, difficult moments and even worse fights... but you made it.

She felt his steady heartbeat as they lay together in their silk black sheets, indulging in the beauty of it. Their breathings became one, and she swore there was no better place the saints could come up with as heaven. "Everything's ready?" "Yes, I figured I should come here with you instead of overthinking it all. I'll tell everyone the plan tomorrow and revise it again the day before" he took a deep breath, turning to face her and leaving a soft kiss on her lips.

"It's late, you don't seem tired" Kaz noted, Y/N's eyes nowhere near closing as they usually would by now. Her boyfriend, on the contrary, was starting to hide that beautiful icy green his irises held, then came a yawn to confirm his fatigue. "Rest, my love. I'm sure I'm not too far behind," she assured him, pecking his head as he lay on her chest now.

"Goodnight, Kaz".

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It may as well have been minutes, or hours, days, for all she cared to reason. All she knew was that she couldn't sleep for the life of her. Kaz moved a lot in his sleep and after he lost hold of her, the night became a non-stop tossing and turning in their shared bed. She could hear the faint sound of carriages passing down their street, surely carrying some rich merchant who just had the night of his life betting or in one of the pleasure houses.

It had been a while since she felt this way. Pretty much every night prior Kaz offered her a permanent position on the crows after she worked with them was like this. The clock in their room, hanging on a wall distant from her, kept ticking and if it got quiet enough, she could've been able to hear the gears turning. Three in the bloody morning and Y/N had luckily gotten by far twenty minutes of sleep. The girl sighed and lay down again, looking up at the ceiling briefly before closing her eyes in hopes of resting a little more.

She didn't, not even in the days ahead. Kaz pointed out how he could feel her moving way more than usual as his a light sleeper, not blaming her whatsoever but more concerned as to what was keeping her up. Y/N didn't know either, so she figured solving it with Jesper's coffee and quick (very ineffective) naps on the couches and tables at the slat so she could at least be aware of the task at hand; the job.

The day came, and she felt very optimistic about it all. Truth is, Y/N loved dressing up with pretty dresses and daggers hidden around her thighs. She found some kind of satisfaction in keeping this knowledge to herself, the men and women throwing looks at her, completely unaware of how dangerous she happened to be. People on the streets knew her as the wild child... ruthlessly gorgeous, is what Kaz called her.

The girl had a habit of getting carried away in a fight. Too much anger and resentment for the past had to find an exit. It did when she killed, leaving a scared Jesper to deal with an even more scared Wylan who wouldn't dare look her in the eye for weeks after she kept on punching a man's face she saw was trying to kidnap a little girl right after a job years ago. Kaz helped and understood.

His revenge was calculating and took years in which she was by her side, but Y/N just couldn't help herself when it came down to the people who did unspeakable things to her. With the years, she got a hold of herself even though her nickname on the barrel stuck, adding "the crow queen" when word got around she was Brekker's girl. Now, she was still ruthless but way more cold-headed and grounded, Kaz's doing.

She wore a pink dress with embroidered roses around the floaty sleeves. Inej had a blue set of dress pants and shirt, long-sleeved as well as Nina sported a hot red strapless dress with a lot of cleavage. "We're a smoke show! Those fuckers will barely be able to keep their eyes off of us." The last one squealed, adjusting her hair "That's the point" Inej giggled, agreeing clearly as she looked at herself in the mirror.

Y/N laughed at the thought and her head pained a little; Girls on those big houses did the very same thing they were doing now, with very different intentions. Those ladies wanted to find a rich husband, and they'd be set. Her friends were dressed to kill, and so was she. A little fucked up version of a cliché she, too, wished to live when she was little. "I hope these sleeves aren't an issue" she wondered, picturing them getting stuck on their knife or maybe being too tight to throw a punch.

"It's a simple job, love. There's nothing to be worried about! Also, I can bet on my life Kaz is going to be drooling over you when he sees." Nina smiled, playfully smacking her shoulder. "Even more so if you fight in that, he's going to go insane" spoke the Suli girl with a giggle "Kinky" the heartrender added, making the girlfriends break in a fit of laughter. Nina was right, Y/N knew, but decided against confirming her friend's assumptions.

Her eyes felt droopy from the obvious lack of sleep but nothing a cup of coffee couldn't fix, right? She walked down the stairs and into the makeshift kitchen they owned, heating up some. The smell filled her body with pleasant chills, and suddenly some more energy invaded her. "Wacha got there?" asked Wylan, who was quietly sitting behind her. How long had he been there? How did she not notice?

"Coffee, want some?" "Right before a job?" "Yes, I haven't been sleeping too well the last couple of days". Certain zemeni voice erupted from outside the room, exclaiming a brief "Neither have us!" that had the merchling blushing like he got some contagious disease. Y/N delivered a pat on his back, and coffee in hand she exited the room.

Kaz gathered everyone in the living room, to revise the plan once more. "...so make sure you cover that corn-" He stopped mid-sentence when Y/N came into view. Her hair looked polished, but she could be bald for all he cared. The dress complimented her figure beautifully, adjusting in the right places, which to Kaz was any place, really. Inej and Nina giggled and high fived. "Go on, love." She smiled, ready to listen attentively at his plan even though he made sure to walk her through it personally a few hours ago.

As Y/N brushed next to him, he grabbed her hand to make her stop right before she got seated. "You're stunning. Is it comfortable?" he whispered, looking at her with a certain glow in his eyes he once thought lost. "Yes, dear. Thank you" she pecked her boy's cheek and took a seat behind him. He went on with the plan, and everyone seemed pretty much ready to leave.

So they did.

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"Darling, watch out!" Jesper exclaimed, shooting at a man behind Y/N. Things went south, they did. In the hiding spot Wylan and the girl had settled; some dreg must've ratted, they guessed. An ambush from some new-forming band trying to get known by stealing from The Crows themselves, pathetic. Inej had gotten there to help, but Y/N and Jesper insisted she went back and warned the others so to spare them from possible damage.

The wild child and Jesper were a great team, who knew a durast and an avid fighter could take down men three times their size and weight? They proved on many occasions to be useful for situations as these, so there was no problem. They'd be out of there in the blink of an eye. Around ten people had arrived at the scene, and four remained, Y/N realized as she took a kick in the gut and fell on her back, jumping back on her feet with a flip.

Jes' revolvers did the job for two others as she managed with the guy in front of her. "Come on, big guy, that can't be the best you got, aye?" she smiled wickedly, taunting the man with a daring hand despite the very much broken rib she could feel. The dress was ruined with blood she was sure wasn't hers, shreds ripped it off so largely one of her legs was now exposed.

He lunged forward, coming with a dirty blade to her throat, and she skipped it. Came again, now, aiming for her arm and she skipped it again, landing a kick on the throat that left him coughing on the ground. Y/N crouched to his level and grabbed him by the hair, sliding a knife in the same spot, careful not to cut. She noticed a tattoo on his neck, a beaver. Couldn't help but laugh. "You tell your boss not to mess around with us, or next time he won't get too lucky as to get less than half of his men in one piece. And change the tattoo, a bloody beaver? Seriously?"

The man nodded furiously, tripping on his way out of the warehouse. "A beaver? Their thing is beavers?" Jesper laughed, putting his babies back in place and making sure the painting they had stolen was still with him. "I know, couldn't pick a funnier thing" she answered, giggling. Looking around, something was odd. Yes, Y/N was not very well educated and lacked the month of college her best friend had, but she thought she counted four men remaining in this spot of the building.

The other six lay limp near the door, and there were two next to them, plus the one who ran with the message. One was missing. "Hey Jes I think we're missing one" "What do you mean? There's no one here". She stopped listening and her world went quiet when he met his yes. A lanky, tall figure could be seen next to a stack of boxes on her right, a flicking light revealing him for brief intervals of time. Ugly motherfucker carrying a gun that pointed straight at her.

The blood started gushing out of her leg before she could even react. "Too slow" she faintly heard. He wasn't stopping either; shooting at various places until one loud boom next to her made it cease. Was concrete always this cold? Oh, she was now feeling Jesper's soft suit. Warmer. "Is that wool?" Y/N asked and realized her voice sounded a little quieter than she meant. "Yes, it is doll. Open your eyes for me, okay? You can't die on me now"

She really tried. She really wanted to look at her best friends face and maybe hear him crack a joke or two. But her eyes felt droopy and her head felt heavy so she finally fell asleep.

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Kaz arrived minutes later, Wylan, Nina and Inej by his side as they all rushed to a crying Jesper, desperately trying to wake Y/N up. "S-she got shot, didn't flinch.. like she didn't even see the bastard," he hiccuped, letting his boss take his place next to a limp body as his boyfriend helped him up and hugged him tightly.

Brekker's head spun. A thousand possibilities. There was blood all over the dress, and leaking over his clothes but he couldn't give a fuck. Not her. He couldn't bare it. Y/N was a piece of heaven in that saint forsaken island, the only saint he ever believed in and the angel that saved him from himself. If he lost her, there was no coming back for him. The water rose to his nose again for a brief moment.

It hadn't happened in a while. And he chose the techniques his lover taught him. He acted. "Nina" he mumbled, taking Y/N on his arms as the grisha girl assured him she had a pulse. His legs carried him to the slat, never too far from Nina, as she was making sure her pulse didn't slow down too much. He didn't even notice the pain in his bad leg. He felt a sting on his heart, so sharp it seemed as if pieces of broken glass would poke through it at any moment.

The boy sent Inej looking for whatever idiot decided it was a good idea to try and steal from them. Only information. He'd take care of them later. The Wraith left and was out all night, returning with a lot to say the next morning. Kaz looked over at Y/N's face and the utter peace that brushed over her features scared him even more. Not now. Not like this.

"Is she going to be okay? T-there was definitely something wrong with her back there" Jesper started once the girl was on the bed and getting healed with a few healers in the dregs and Nina. Kaz was sitting, head propped up in his hands as he stared at the wall opposite from him. "She didn't move! At all! He shot her three times and looked amused while doing it". The zemeni man had to stop if he wasn't trying to reunite with the other deceased blessed people on his bloodline. Kaz's stare hardened and his jaw clenched tightly.

"Wylan, I can't lose her. She was too slow a-" "ENOUGH" Kaz stood up, looking at him with murder in his eyes. "If you were more aware of the surroundings, she would be fine. Don't you dare call her slow. This is not her fault. You should've been there" menacing gloved finger pointing to his friend. "Oh, so this is my problem now?" Jesper countered in complete disbelief. "If you don't consider your best friend's life being at critical risk a problem you're much more of a superficial, incompetent and heartless bastard than I thought." Kaz spat.

He knew this wasn't Jesper's fault, maybe it was the lack of sleep or you just weren't on your element. But he had to let it out with someone. Anyone. Pain turns into anger and screaming at your brother when it's too strong. He knew that better than anyone and couldn't care to stop himself this time. "Kaz, stop" Wylan said, and then he noticed Jesper's puffy eyes with a sigh. Then he felt his own neck starting to tickle. He was crying. Kaz Brekker didn't cry.

"Out" "But Ka-" "I SAID OUT"

And out they were. Everyone who didn't need to be there to save his girl's life. He could hear Nina struggling between wrecked sobs, fast pacing around the room and a distant sound of water running non-stop. Hours passed, and he remained in the same position, in the same chair, with the same thoughts running wild inside him.

Not you. Please. I should've been there. I'm going to kill them. Please be okay. I can't do it without her. Please.

Kaz Brekker was repeating pleas, thinking out loud to whoever was listening. Let her live. Please let her live. This is not her fault. Not to a god, neither to those saints who proved to exist so many years ago. He didn't know who he was asking for help to. But he was screaming, please don't let her go. He was leaving with her if she did.

All sound stopped, and Nina emerged from the dimly lit room, drying her cheeks. The boy stood up, looking at her with the most terrified look he ever gave someone. Fuck the facade. He was utterly afraid. "She's okay, not waking up, but she will". He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and couldn't help but throw himself into Nina's arms in search for some comfort to his wrecked sobs.

His friend received him with open arms, careful not to squeeze him too hard, as she knew that could trigger him. "I can't lose her, Nina" he whimpered before pulling away. "You're not. Not now and not soon. She's okay, Kaz. Stay with her, will you? She could be a little startled if she wakes up in an empty room"

He almost scoffed at that. What else would he do? A quiet nod was delivered, and he stepped inside to accompany her in an uncharacteristically unsettling silence. There were dirty gauzes everywhere, her dirty dress discarded in a corner and a blanket covering her figure. Kaz stopped, looking at your chest. It rose and fell in a moderate rhythm. Good.

Taking a seat once again, he held her hand and brushed a thumb over it, grateful to whoever listened. And Nina.

Sun bled through the curtains, filling it all with a pleasant orange hue Kaz knew Y/N would appreciate. Jesper came by every few hours and amends were made. He understood how badly everything hit Kaz the day before and didn't need an apology. They were all under intense pressure the day before, couldn't blame him for a such a reaction. Wylan had brought flowers and Inej made sure everything was ready for when she regained consciousness.

His crows got it handled.

A whole day and a half had gone by and he was reading beside her when she woke up. Her hand moved and he could feel the twitch in his palm, looking up frantically to find those pretty y/e/c eyes looking back at him. "Finally, got some sleep," she joked and laughed at her own joke. Kaz laughed back. "Hello" he offered, kissing her hand and never really wanting to let go "Hi". "Are you feeling okay?" the boy asked, happy to see his lover once again awake.

"It hurts a bit but I'll live" "I'm counting on that, my love". ♡

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Drunken Ballads

This one is so funny to me. Don't judge me for the song choice, I've been blasting it for days. Synopsis: reader gets tipsy, dazai and chuuya to the rescue Genre: comedy? Words: 675 Pairing: dazai/reader/chuuya Warnings: cursing, a little suggestive, alcohol

The Armed Detective Agency didn’t allow you to drink too often, and there was a reason for that. There’s a story that the office tells the newbies before they get carried away, just to keep them from acting out the way you did one special night.

After a particularly hard mission, you felt you needed a little something to relieve the tension you felt. You decided to go to a nice bar that offered cute little cocktails because you deserved it. It had been a rough week for you, and nothing hits the spot better than getting drunk.

At the time, you had only meant to get a little buzzed. Unfortunately, you were wasted.

Something that this bar was known for was its large stage for karaoke and other forms of live music. There was a dancefloor in front of it, and behind that stood a plethora of couches and tables. Lots of people were there, it was quite popular.

This was the first time you had ever been to this club, and you failed to consider who owned it. Some of the Port Mafia members were scattered throughout the place, but you wouldn’t have realized it anyway due to your condition.

A certain redhead placed himself in a black leather chair at the opposite end of the room. He didn’t know you were there yet, but it wouldn’t be long before he did. He sipped on the last bit of his wine, and before calling someone to fill his glass, he choked. He almost dropped it when he saw you on the stage, singing “…Baby One More Time” (specifically the Tenacious D version).

“No fucking way…” He couldn’t lie, you were doing great, but you were certainly drunk out of your mind.

“Hey boss, isn’t that-”

“Nope.” He lied. He knew this would be awful for your image if people realized who you worked for.

The mafioso didn’t respond, other than to roll his eyes.

Halfway through your little “performance”, Chuuya reluctantly dialed a number he hadn’t rung in a while.

There wasn’t an answer. Instead, he finds Dazai walking up to him with a smug look on his face. “They sure know how to put on a show, huh?”

“The crowd’s loving it.” He glances over to his former partner, “Apparently so are you.”

“Oh, shut up. I’m just waiting for them to fall off the stage.”

“You didn’t have to call me by the way. I already knew about their after-work plans, but I had no idea it would be this entertaining.”

When you finally made eye contact with the two, you knew you were in trouble. You quickly stumbled down the side stairs and attempted to escape without them noticing. This was an awful plan, however. Your current state was equivalent to a fawn, wobbling to keep balance.

A strong arm pulled you close. “Where do you think you’re going like that?” Chuuya asked. “You can barely walk!” His cologne was intoxicating.

“You’re so handsome…” You slurred quietly.

“Damn, they really are wasted,” Dazai retorted, earning a scoff from the other man. He moved some of your hair from your face, “Guess it’s time you come back with me, sweetheart.”

You smiled, “You both can take me home.” Dazai laughed, while Chuuya’s eyes widened.

“Get them out of here. Make sure they get home safe.”

“Of course.”

The rest of the night was a blur. All you could remember was Dazai taking you back to your apartment and then waking up in your bed the next morning. He left a note on your nightstand, along with a glass of water and some painkillers.

Upon walking into the office later, you had a serious migraine. You couldn’t afford to stay home, however, due to the massive amount of paperwork you had to fill out from the last case.

Sitting at your desk, Dazai had quite a smirk on his face. “How you feelin’?”

You held your palm at him. “I don’t want to hear it from you right now.”

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Really imagining Bruce having like an armada of fans who both baby him and think he’s the hottest man on earth, completely devoted to him. Usually, they’re pretty quiet unless there’s another public sighting of him (rare but it happens) UNTIL the bomb goes off in his tower and everyone learns Bruce was the target and suddenly they’re like “oh no poor little meow meow :( he doesn’t deserve this” but this time: it gets Global attention

Gotham’s crime is usually like a Jersey Thing TM where people make fun of how bad the streets are “Look Simba. Everything the light touches is our kingdom.” “But what about that shadowy place over there?” “That is Gotham. You must never go there, Simba.” It’s just that one town along the Jersey Shore that is always draped in shadows, and you can’t swim there or you’ll get cursed.

But then The Riddler happens, and it’s kinda a bit bigger than usual? Their entire political sphere is murdered?!? Unusual. Suddenly, Gotham is underwater?? National crisis! But then BRUCE WAYNE, RICHEST MAN IN THE WORLD, ALMOST DIES VIA MAILED EXPLOSIVE and now shit gets serious!!!! (They don’t know about Aquaman yet. Shhh)

Some people are like “why tf do we care about this rich guy” and others are like “wait there’s someone richer than Lex Luthor?” and so the Bruce Wayne fanbase is like my time has come and they post his entire history of charitable donations all over the internet. His tragic backstory resurfaces (now featuring his mother’s, thanks Ed :/) and the “Poor Little Meow Meow Bruce Wayne” agenda goes global.

The Riddler’s video gets fact-checked, and the press concludes it’s like 90% cicrcumstantial and has nothing to do with Bruce anyway. News of Bruce Wayne paying for over 2/3 of the city’s infrastructure after the flood is put on blast. Paired with accounts saying “And also look at him. He’s hot af” and Bruce cannot catch a break.

Suddenly Bruce Wayne is The Celebrity of 2k22. Everyone wants to know his life story. He gets memed to hell and back because he’s “relatable.” Old TV specials of his parents’ unsolved murders pop up on daytime. It’s revealed that he’s been funding Gotham Pride for ten years now. That one time he was caught making out with Harvey Dent turns him into the bicon of the century.

He still refuses to speak to the press. It just makes people like him more because he’s “mysterious.” And for the first time in his life, Bruce can’t just get away with being a recluse anymore. On the bright side, this Soft, Gentle, Introverted Billionaire image that’s been thrust upon him is deterring the public from linking him and The Batman so maybe it’s a good thing??

#battinson #bruce wayne #batman #the batman 2022 #the batman #batman 2022 #battinson needs a hug

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foone · 5 months

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Alternative names for humanity along the lines of "Homo sapiens" (Wise man) and "Pan narrans" (Storytelling Chimpanzee) that I'm too lazy to look up/make up Latin for:

chef ape

throwing ape

walking ape

The idea being that we're apparently unique in the animal kingdom in that we cook our food, so we're the Chef Apes. We're also one of the best animals at throwing things: humans have more accuracy and strength when throwing stuff than other apes, by a long shot

And apparently our ability to walk slowly for ages was key to our early survival as persistence predators. We can't outrun a gazelle or mammoth or whatever, but we don't tire easily and so we can just keep following it until it runs out of stamina

Pan basipila: the baseball playing Bonobo

If only baseball had a cooking element, it would be the perfect Human Sport.

We need to devise a sport where you cook something, follow someone for a long time, and then throw it at them.

The most human thing is the surprise pie to the face

Also as much as I like Terry Pratchett's suggestion of "Pan narrans" I wouldn't be surprised if we turn out to not be the only animal that tells stories...

Elephants. I bet elephants do.

Like, there was that case where an injured elephant went to a ranger station for help. One it had never been to before, but other elephants had.

The theory being then that some other elephant had told this elephant "hey if you're hurt, go here, the humans will help"

That, combined with how they have burial rituals (some which might indicate there's an elephant religion!), and that we're working on figuring out how elephants communicate...

It wouldn't surprise me if we learn sometimes in the next decade or two that "oh yeah, elephants tell stories too. They've got FICTION."

So "Pan narrans" isn't what I'd want to bet on as our uniquely human thing.

But at the end of the day, maybe the whole idea of there being a uniquely human thing is, in itself, just another story we're telling.

So maybe it is a good fit after all.

But I especially like the idea that we're the Baseball Ape because I have this image in my head of a galactic council of aliens. Some angry alien who looks like Cthulhu had a baby with a spider has the floor, and they're ranting about "why do the Hu-mons deserve a seat?"

The Crogath are stronger, the Eldru are smarter, the Cybernetic Essense lives longer, the Dromans go farther and faster, the Moltriri have us beat in fiction and poetry, what is so special about these damn bipedal fleshbags that makes them unique in the universe?

And then WHAM. Right between the eyes. A handheld translator device, a bit bigger than a modern smartphone, beans the speaker out of nowhere.

And there's an (untranslated) yell in the chamber as the prime representative calls for order.

"WE CAN THROW, MOTHERFUCKER!"

(it takes a while to properly explain the insult. Crogathi (especially drones) don't really have mothers or sexual reproduction, so they don't really get why that would be an insult. It's finally translated as something like "bud-biter")

and it's true. even after the World Series becomes the Galactic Series, no non-human team ever manages to win.

The Eldrul Librarians almost make the cut in 2486 but accidentally piss off the ghost of Colonel Sanders and end up inheriting the Hanshin Tigers' curse.

alien textbooks describe The Colonel as some kind of human patron deity of baseball and cooked avian food, who should not be disrespected at all costs, or his vengeance from his place beyond the grave will be swift and punishing

(they're right)

"Look, we can't PROVE he was why Gemini Noctis went supernova unexpectedly, but given the protests that had happened right beforehand, and the incredible powers ascribed to the human spirits, do you really want to risk it?"

the funniest possible future: humanity gets a key place in galactic politics because we're never able to adequately convince the universe at large that our ghost stories are just that, stories, and they're terrified shitless that we'll unleash spectral torment on them

"humans? look man, living humans are a pushover. you can easily rip them in half, crack their planets with a quark bomb, their ships are little more than tin cans with a tachyon drive taped on the side. but it's not the living humans you have to worry about... it's the ghosts."

"humans are a bit like the Nontilek, with a two-stage lifespan, a grub and an adult. What you think of as "adult" humans is just their infant stage, and they only fully transform once they "die". Once fully hatched into Ghost form, their powers are almost limitless."

you want humans off a colony planet and bomb them from orbit? good luck, now you have a few million ascended humans who can pass through solid matter and can't be killed, and they will never rest until you and your descendants are gone or dead.

you don't believe me? look at this: One of their most popular stories is about them building an empire that spanned a large chunk of their little planet, then having it MURDER THEIR OWN GOD.

It only worked for a few revolutions, and he just came back, promising that one day all of them would join him in the next phase of their lifespan.

They still, to this day, thousands of orbits later, erect little statues of the means they used to execute their deity.

not even the Crogathi, who literally worship death itself, tell stories that frightening to their newly hatched grubs.

Humans are scary, man, stay away and just give them whatever they want.

the rest of the alien's education on the dangers of humans is just a selection of human movies. the sixth sense, poltergeist, ghostbusters, the shining, the devil's backbone, and, of course, field of dreams.

ghosts AND baseball? it's everything they're scared about humans all in one package!

the obvious twist you could do, of course, is simple:

the aliens are right.

humans are a two-phase species where the elder form has immense power but leaves communication and decision making to the younger form, which will be confused and angry if you acknowledge the presence of their elder-stage members among them.

this often leads to them cutting off contact or their elder-stage members causing immense damage through seeming "accidents" on the contacting vessel. This is believed to be some kind of religious prohibition that they are not able to explain.

so it's official contact protocol to pretend you cannot perceive the elder-stage humans among them, and to give them what they want to avoid possible retribution.

No means to combat elder-stage humans has yet been found, and the limits of their power is not known.

All alien captains are required to study the fate of the SS Ennolon, which contacted a lone human craft in the galactic year of 12,783. They had initiated contact and were getting along fine, until the human showed the Droman captain a picture of their "late father".

Captain Droless, accounting for the difficulty in telling humans apart, then pointed at the father sitting in a chair nearby and said "That is them, correct?".

The human looked at the chair, reacted in confusion, then anger, and asked the contacting crew to immediately leave.

It was another 400 cycles before contact could be reestablished between the Droman Federation and the Human Alliance.

the intergalactic guide describes humans as a powerful race of immortal energy beings who have the strange habit of sending their larvae out on missions around the galaxy, occasionally contacting other races, but refusing to acknowledge their elders, except in stories

they seem to frequently put their young in dangerous situations without lifting a hand to help, so this is suspected to be some sort of pilgrimage or coming-of-age ritual.

(From a twitter thread on October 1st, 2022)

#my writing #twitter threads #baseball ape

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cosmicstarlatte · 10 months

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Can I request Obey Me characters with a busty girl? It's like she's in pain all day, has bad posture and lacks self-confidence, is constantly criticized, can't dress the way she wants.

comforting busty mc

tags: demon bros, busty reader, fluff/comfort, short headcanons // thank you for the request, i hope this is comforting~ ♡ ^^

"come here."

when lucifer notices you complaining about your back, he glances at his workload & looks back to you. you already deal with so much on a daily basis, mainly with the antics of his brothers. he is grateful for you & knows you deserve some relief. he pushes his work to the side & offers you a hand. he guides you to his room & gives you a soft massage, promising to help you when available. he'd do anything for his little lamb.

"y-you look great...goldie! do your thing!"

when mammon hears you beating yourself up over your clothes, he takes your hand & drags you away on a shopping trip, with asmo tagging along. they spend the whole day helping you pick out clothes you like & always wanted, having them tailored just for you if needed. no one is excluded from wearing what they want, not on their watch! through out the day, mammon handed goldie over & over. never once regretting it as he looked to his side, catching your dazzling eyes & smile that thanked him.

"don't listen to them, okay?"

when levi notices you at r.a.d. getting teased & criticized for your busty size, he doesn't stand for it. he immediately unleashes a wrath upon the lower demons, one that satan would be proud of. it's one thing to bully him, but you? no no no. he finds you & comforts you, letting you know how much he & so many others love you. he does go on a long rant on how stupid bullies are, making you laugh & agree with him, making you feel better.

"let me know if this helps, otherwise i''ll keep looking."

when satan heard your complaints of daily pains, he knew he had to figure out a way to help. he set on researching natural remedies. he consulted with barbatos on magical teas with pain-relief properties & made his own special blend for you. he passed by your room with a little basket filled with the tea blend, a book, & a small little kitty plushie tucked carefully inside. he offered a neck & shoulder rub, letting you know it was no issue if you needed him.

"hon, you look magnificent!"

when asmo hears of your wardrobe woes, he wasn't having it. he worked with mammon to take you on the shopping trip of your dreams. of course, after so many new clothes, he had to throw a fashion show for you at home. the guys went crazy complimenting you, reminding you how beautiful you've always been. asmo loved the new confident smile on your face, it melted his heart. he knew the others felt the same.

"call me. i'll always be here."

when beel hears you crying over your image, he immediately embraces you & offers sweet honest compliments. he knows it takes time to be comfortable with oneself, but he will always support you. he offers a smile & reminds you that you can always call on him if you're down or, if needed, to scare your bullies. you deserve to feel comfortable & he will do anything he can to make it happen.

"lets help each other out."

when belphie notices you complaining about your posture, he gets an idea. why not work together & kindly help each other point out when the other slouches? it works well for the two of you, sometimes even helping each other out with small massages at the end of the day. he makes a point to remind you how precious you are & to never forget it.

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hollyhomburg · 6 months

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Before I Leave You (Pt.62)

(Sneak Peek)(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: love becomes guilt, predator becomes prey, and Jin becomes...

Tags: Hospitals, medical talk, seizures, angst, hurt/comfort, assassin! jimin, implied autistic! jimin, meltdowns, Mafia shit, murder, Dead bodies, Guns, violence, blood.

W/c: 10.0k

A/n: I cannot even begin to tell you how much less stressful the next chapter of bily is than my life, like i would rather GET SHOT AGAIN then be where i currently am, with the same level of anxiety that i have.

Previous part ~ Masterlist

Part 62 sneak peek: Two birds, One stone (Two Secrets, One Gun)

The hospital room isn’t big enough for all of you let alone when more staff enters the room along with someone who Namjoon must know, because she instantly starts listing off different medical jargon and refers to him by name.

One moment you’re standing in the doorway and then the next you’re pressed to the wall between Tae, Jimin, and Hobi. Tae opens the door and geastures.

You step out, because it’s surely more important that Namjoon Jin and Yoongi get at Jungkook right now even if your heart clenches painfully at leaving jungkook.

Jimin is still vibrating out of his skin but Tae tugs him in for a hug in the hallway. You don’t realize you’ve been holding your breath until you watch him hug her back. but Jungkook was Tae and Jimin’s packmate first. It’s no wonder that this has shocked them both closer, their fight forgotten.

Or mostly forgotten, You watch as Jimin wraps his arms around her slowly, like he's not sure he's allowed.

Hobi jogs you out of your staring, turning your face towards his and, looking intently. You forget what he’s looking at until his fingers skim your chin and you feel pain. You drag your arm across it and it leave a small rusty trail on the sleve of tae's jacket, just another stain on it.

Oh, you forgot that happened during the blast, you'd almost forgotten.

“Tripped, banged my face on the sidewalk.” it's close enough to the truth that the lie goes unnoticed. Hobi makes a sound, holding your elbow. Squeezing it reassuringly.

“I’m gonna get some snacks from the vending machine, can I get you something?”

“Didn’t eat dinner” you say, staring down at Hobi’s red converse. there are scuffs on the linoleum and a drop of blood someone must have missed. You wonder who it’s from, another person from the emergency room.

“You sure Jin and joon won’t be angry?” Tae is close enough to overhear, and she rubs her cheek across the top of Jimin’s head, scenting him sweet (or trying too.)

“Yeah- junk food isn’t exactly the most nutritious.” you stumble, stepping close, swaying suddenly on your feet. Hobi catches you around the shoulders and for a second, you must look like the mirror image of Tae and Jimin.

Hobi's scent smarts with worry. and he pushes you back, making you sit down. “They can live with it, she deserves a special treat. I’m getting you a bandaid.” Tae looks like she wants to argue with Hobi, then doesn’t.

Hobi gets skittles and peanut eminem’s and two bags of funyunions. the coloful packages are scattered across your laps as he tilts your head to put the Band-Aid on your chin (gotten from a helpful nurse). Fingers that tenderly curve under the wide part of your jaw, drumming there. Tae nibbles on a peach ring. Inside Jungkook's hospital room it isn't quiet, but the four of you are silent with the devastation of this.

Jimin still isn’t speaking much, but when you say you feel nauseous, Hobi gets up and gets you ginger ale too. You know there just isn’t much for him to do, alpha instincts and no omega to cool them but you. Hobi holds your hand, he doesn’t say that Jungkook’s going to be okay. He doesn’t say anything but

“Which are your favorite?”

The back of skittles jingles and he picks out all the green ones, lining up his pants in a orderly little row for you to grab when the ones you suck on go small enough.

You don't realize you're crying until he gets you a tissue, dabbing at your cheek. "There you go, Kookies gonna be fine. He's always fine." His voice goes slower, honeyed.

You rest your cheek on his shoulder, and he lets you. “You got a pair of headphones?” Your breath is shaky, and you think you might be shaking apart right now if it wasn’t for Hobi.

Namjoon stares at the packages a second too long when he exits the door. His hair is pushed up like he’s run his fingers through it, but he doesn’t smell quite as worried as he did before.

he looks at the package and you shrink underneath his disaproving stare.

He all but snaps his fingers, “Tae, would you please go get some real food before they get a sugar high.” Hobi does not flinch at Namjoon’s cross tone, even as Tae shoots to her feet. Hobi doesn’t do anything but put a pink starburst on his tongue, slowly.

Jimin keeps pacing.

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cherry-pop-elf · 26 days

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could i ask for headcanons of what petnames / endearments the Weasleys like to be called by their significant other 😄

thank you if you do! and thanks anyways for reading this even if you don't 😊

Oh my god this is so adorable yes yes yes yes yes-! The flip side of what the Weasley call you. Now THEY must be attacked with the affection mwhaahahah!!!!

Nick Names The Weasley Siblings Like To Be called By

William ‘Bill’

His siblings, and the goblins at the bank, get to give him little wolf inspired nick names. Anyone else will be stabbed. But you are the exception to the rule. He won’t lie. He always gets flustered whenever you call him “Mr. Wolf” all teasingly, in a sing song tone. What gets him red in the face is you calling him “Red Riding Hood-“ Tho. As a flip of the script, and also the fact he’s a red head. That’s the only nick name you are blessed with saying. Calling him Red, Big Red Wolf, and other teasing nick names of that nature. Maybe the Weasley twins, on a good day, but you are his little fairy tale.

Charlie

He’s the playboy type, so you calling him Big Boy is a winner. Daddy to. That’s one way to get his engine going real fast. He does have a nick name he likes that you are only allowed to say, and not infront of company. Amber. He likes the nick name amber. A cute play on the fact many dragons of hoards, and a compliment to his ginger hair. Makes him feel like he’s precious. Big guys deserve to feel soft.

Percy

He’s not really one for nicknames. It feels childish to him. He has an image to uphold. He’s always trying to act like he’s the exception and what everyone aspires to be. Doesn’t help Molly fed that idea to him. Still, what gets him to flush will be those cheesey wifey names. Calling him Pumpkin, Honey, Dear, Darling. The classics. Hey, his nose is always in books. He’s got that hopeless romantic in him.

Fred

Freddy, kinda a given. A names branching off that. It’s simple and classic. But everyone does that. Like Charlie, he’s a sucker for the Big Boy comments. His real heart stopper, though, gotta be Boss/Bossman. Bossman in the playful tone, and Boss for the…You know what tone. What can he say? It feels good to be in charge.

George

Similar to Fred. Georgie though gets to him a lot. He loved being called Georgie. Along with very sugary names. Like Pumpkin, Sugar, Cupcake, Sweetie, stuff like that. He’s adorable like that. He loves flirty nick names. He just loves it. Call him Teddy Bear, and he’s puddy in your arms. Since he loves hugs and cuddles.

Ron

Ever since his sixth year at Hogwarts, he’s kinda not the most excited by nicknames. Can you blame him? He LITERALLY got drugged. Bro. There is an exception, though. It sounds egotistical, but it really isn’t. He loves when you call him “My Hero.” He doesn’t really feel appreciated or as loved as the others. He deserves to feel special. He’s not smart like Hermione, special like Harry, and don’t get him started on his siblings. Make him feel special. He deserves it.

Ginny

She has a weird thing about her femmnity. Not because she was raised by brothers. Just that she is excepted to be femmine, and gets called a pick me for not being it. So Nick names are very but it miss. Her siblings get a pass, but still. You gotta find that special one. You took notice how her siblings did dumb names. Like to make fun of the act of Nick names. Such as Gin Gin, Ginger Ale. Stuff like that. So, one day, you called her your “EnerGinny Drink-“ She laughed so hard she fell off her broom. Now you have an inside joke that her nick name is “Energy.” Only the twins figured it out, but are bros and keep hushed. So you two can have your special inside joke.

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justmystyles · 10 months

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hi there !! so i have a bit of a heavy request for you.

could you maybe do a hurt / comfort with harry where he finds out you’ve self-harmed and he comforts the SHIT out of you?

been going thru a bit of a rough patch lately , i hope this isn’t too much :)

have a good day lovely!!

Scars

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pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader

word count: 2.2k

summary: can harry be the comfort you need after falling back into old habits?

warnings: self-harm

a/n: so i woke up to this ask first thing this morning, i usually stay away from heavy topics like this, just because they require a special amount of care, and i don't know that i can do them the justice they deserve. but i was so moved that this lovely anonymous user asked me to help them through thier rough patch that i got to work on it immediately.

anon - thank you so much for asking me to help you through this time. i know we don't know each other, but if you ever need someone to talk to, i am right here. and that goes for any of you. i know i'm new here, and just a faceless username on a website, but i am always happy to be a listening ear, or do whatever i can to be there for you.

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You stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at your bare torso as you ran your fingers along the fresh marks. It had been years since you’d found yourself in this place, and you were silently cursing yourself for getting here as the tears streamed down your face.

The first time this happened, it was a complete accident. You had been so frustrated at something or other, you honestly couldn’t remember the initial catalyst at this point, that you had clenched tiny crescent shapes into your palms. As you watched the blood emerge, you felt a sense of calm. At least this pain was tangible. If you were going to be hurt, you wanted to at least see it. So that’s what you did.

For a long time after that, when life became too much, when you were feeling alone or misunderstood, you would mark yourself. You always knew it wasn’t the best way to handle things, but it gave you a sense of control you didn’t otherwise feel you had in your life.

You were usually pretty good at concealing the scars. Tucking them away the same way you did with your emotional struggles. Until you were asked to be a bridesmaid in your cousin’s wedding. The dress was gorgeous, your cousin knew about your body image struggles, and took the utmost care to find something that would be flattering for you, something you would be comfortable in. And then you tried it on, unprepared for the slit that went up to your mid-thigh, showing off your collection of scars. Nobody said anything at the fitting, even though they all noticed. A few days later, your cousin spoke to you privately, and you broke down, telling her everything. She was incredibly supportive, and worked with you to make sure you got the help you needed.

But here you were, years later, feeling like that sad, scared girl from all those years ago. You weren’t sure how it escalated to this point, you had been through a rough couple of weeks at work. Late hours, nonstop meetings, more criticism than praise. Your family were all so busy with their own lives that you barely had the chance to speak with them. And then there was the one person that was supposed to be your rock, Harry.

Harry was incredible. You had never felt so loved, so cared for. You still remember the first time you showed him your scars, and told him about your past. He listened with rapt attention, tears pooling in his eyes. When you finished, all he could do was place soft kisses to each of your scars, muttering apology after apology and promising to protect you from ever feeling that much pain again.

But he was on the other side of the world right now, he couldn’t be there for you in the way you needed. Between the time difference and your busy schedules, you felt like the two of you were merely pen pals. It wasn’t his fault, this was his job. You knew that, it was what you had signed on for when you started seeing him. That didn’t make you feel any less alone though.

You were startled out of your thoughts by your doorbell. You furrowed your brow as you checked the time on your phone. Who would be bothering you this late? You splashed some water on your face to hide your tears, and grabbed your shirt off the towel rack, throwing it on before moving to the door.

You left the chain on the door, opening it a sliver to see who was on the other side. The moment you were met with Harry’s sparkling green eyes and wide smile, the tears made their return. You stood in silence, the door partially opened as your brain tried to process that he was here, standing at your door.

“I think I’ve successfully proven I’m not a nefarious stranger, think you could let me in now?” He joked.

You closed the door just long enough to remove the chain before opening it wide, sniffing and wiping your eyes as you took him in, really took him in. Before you could react, he had charged over the threshold, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck. “I missed you, angel.” He murmured against your skin as his lips left soft kisses against you.

“I missed you too,” you say as you pull back. He looks at your tear stained face, bringing his hand up to wipe the wetness away. “But what? Why? How?” You’re at a complete loss, he wasn't supposed to be back for another week.

Harry chuckled at your flustered state, brushing a stray hair behind your ear. “I was able to get things wrapped up early, so I’m here to surprise you.”

After a few more hugs and whispered I missed yous, the two of you got settled on the couch, turning on the television for background noise as you caught each other up on the past few weeks.

Once he had gushed about the projects he had been working on, and you had shared some minor details about your world, you got settled in his arms and the two of you started watching television, just enjoying the feeling of being with each other again.

As the evening went on, Harry’s hand absentmindedly traveled under your t-shirt, stroking the skin on your hip before moving around and running up your stomach. You were half asleep, the comfort of being in his arms making you forget your actions from earlier in the day, so you didn’t register what was happening until he softly said your name in a questioning tone. You hummed in response.

“What happened here?” He stroked over the marks once more.

Your eyes went wide and you sat up, pulling your shirt down to ensure he couldn’t see anything. “Nothing.”

“Y/N,” Harry said in a gentle warning tone. He reached for the hem of your shirt, but you scooted away from him on the couch. “Please?” His tone was less of a warning and more of a plea this time.

You took a deep breath and lifted your shirt, holding the hem just below your bra line. Harry’s eyes went wide at the sight, running a finger down your stomach as tears immediately began to pool in his eyes. “Y/N, these are fresh.”

You open your mouth to respond, but all that comes out is a guttural sob. All of the pain, loneliness, everything from the past few weeks being released at once. Harry is on you in an instant, wrapping you in his arms allowing you to cry against his chest as he strokes your hair and holds you for as long as you need. You both know this is something you will need to discuss, but you’re also in no state to have that conversation right now.

“Shhh,” Harry coos. “It’s alright baby, I’m right here. Let it all out.” He holds you tighter, wanting to make sure you knew he was there, and he wasn’t going anywhere. His own tears begin to fall as he continues to listen to your wails, and feel your body shake against his.

The only words spoken for the remainder of the night are Harry’s assurances to you that he’s there, and that he’s got you. Eventually, the two of you fall asleep in each other’s arms on the couch.

The next morning, you stretch your body as your hand comes to your eye, wiping the sleep away. You can feel that your face is still puffy from your tears, your head pounding. You look around and see that you’re alone. You stand from the couch and head out in search of Harry. You immediately hear the sizzle of a frying pan and make your way into the kitchen to see Harry’s back to you as he stands over the stove.

“Harry?” Your voice is raspy and low.

He turns immediately, greeting you with a sad smile as he takes you in. “Hey baby.” He steps up to you, placing a gentle kiss on your lips before bringing his hand up, brushing your cheek with the backs of his fingers. “Go sit at the table, alright? Breakfast is almost ready.”

You nod and take your seat, watching as Harry disperses the scrambled eggs from the frying pan to two plates that are already stacked high with pancakes. He brings them over, placing one in front of you, and the other at the setting beside you. He then goes to the refrigerator, pulling out a bowl of fresh fruit, putting it between the two of you.

“Juice?” He asks, wanting to make sure you have everything you need before he sits down.

“Um… water please?” He nods, kissing the top of your head before going back to the refrigerator and getting you a glass of water.

When he returns, he takes his seat beside you and the two of you eat in silence, Harry occasionally reaching over to squeeze your thigh gently. His way of reminding you that he is there. You know a conversation is coming, but you don’t dare speak first, hoping to put it off for as long as possible.

Once you have finished eating, Harry clears the plates, putting them in the sink for later. He comes back to your side, taking your hand as he sits. “Baby,” he says softly, searching your eyes. “What happened?” You shake your head, dropping your gaze to the floor, he immediately slides his finger under your chin, bringing your eyes to his. “Talk to me. Please.”

You feel a lump in your throat when you hear the desperation in his voice. “I’m sorry.” You choke out.

“Hey hey hey,” he moves his hand from under your chin to cupping your cheek. “Don’t be sorry, you have nothing to apologize for. I just want to help you. But I can’t help if you don’t talk to me.”

You close your eyes, leaning into his touch and take a deep breath. The warmth of his hands on yours gives you the push you need to start. You tell him everything, all the things that have gone wrong over the last few weeks. The overwhelming feelings of hurt, loneliness, inadequacy. It feels so good to get it off your chest. You look at Harry as you speak, and you see no judgment in his expression, you know that he’s taking in everything you’re saying, and that his brain is working overtime to figure out how he can fix it, how he can make everything better.

Once he’s sure you’re finished, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his lap placing soft kisses along your jaw. “Baby, I wish you had told me. No good can come from keeping this all to yourself.”

“You were busy. I didn’t want you to worry about me.” You wrap your arms around him, burying your face into his neck.

He tilts his head, pressing a kiss against your temple. “Angel, no matter what I’m doing I am never too busy for you. I want to be here for you for everything, the good and the bad. We’re a team, right?” He feels you nod against his shoulder, he places his hands on the sides of your neck, pulling your face back to look at him. “I need to hear you tell me, baby.”

“We’re a team.” You say softly.

“That’s right,” he brings your face to his, kissing you softly on the lips before kissing away the tears that had fallen. “One of the things I love most about us, about you, is that I know that no matter what is happening I have you. I can run anything by you at any time. Right?” You nod in agreement. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if everything was one sided like that? I came to you with my stuff, and you just took it on while also managing your own, all by yourself.”

“I don’t want to be a burden on you.”

“Y/N Y/L/N, you are anything but a burden. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He assures you confidently. “Just you saying that proves how selfless and giving you are. But in order to take care of me, and everyone else who loves you, you need to properly take care of yourself.”

You nod in understanding. “Thank you.”

“No my love, thank you.” He said with a soft smile. “Thank you for trusting me with your heart. I promise you, no matter where I am or what I’m doing, if you pick up that phone and tell me that you need me, I am going to do everything in my power to give you whatever you need. Okay?”

“Okay.”

He pulls your face to his, kissing you deeply. Enough to feel all of the love that he has for you. He doesn’t just want to tell you how much you mean to him, he wants to show you. When he finally pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, brushing your cheek with his thumb. “Do you want me to run you a bath? I think you could use some relaxation.”

“Will you stay with me?”

“Of course, my love. There’s nowhere I’d rather be.”

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bonefall · 11 months

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BB!Tigerheart -> Heartstar

For @noisycitrine and @halogenwarrior who wanted more info on the most woman ever.

[Image ID: An AU version of Tigerheart from Warrior Cats, now named Heartstar. She is a small, lithe russet-brown tabby with a long tail and bright golden stripes. She has a two-colored mane, raptor claws, and oval 'glasses'. There is a bright golden 'heart' on her chest.]

FUN FACT did you know that Canon ShadowClan had 7 male leaders in a row, from Houndstar to the modern arc? I said no. Girl Tigerheart be upon ye.

Names are sacred and carry immense weight in Clan Culture. When a cat is about to become a leader and would have a name conflict with an unfaded ancestor, StarClan renames them. Heartstar was particularly special.

She returned to the Lake after bringing back the love of her life, Dovewing, and died in a raid to take back ShadowClan kits from the Kin's remnants. Tigerheart's father, Rowanstar, couldn't bear to lose his last child. He declared her his deputy, and plunged into the Moonpool with her body.

He drowned the last of his lives away, so that she could live. StarClan itself was awed by this sacrifice, and performed a miracle. Heartstar burst from the water sputtering, ready to rebuild ShadowClan anew.

As a leader, Heartstar is back and ready for the controversy. She watched her Clan fall apart twice, once from Dark Forest meddling and a god's games, and again from Onestar refusing to lend aid during a yellowcough epidemic, and has vowed to never let that happen again.

She's ferociously protective of her family, supporters, and clanmates, in that order, and is not afraid to gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss if she thinks she's doing the right thing.

Clanmew Name: Gaorbabun, Babishai (Tiger + Heartbeating, Heart will Beat + Star)

Alignment: ShadowClan, brief periods as ThunderClan and SkyClan

Relationships: Mate - Dovewing Children (adopted) - Lightleap, Shadowsight, Birchkit, Rowankit Parents - Tawnypelt, Rowanstar Siblings - Dawnpelt, Flametail Nespring - Strikestone, Sleekwhisker, Juniperclaw Mentor - Marshwing

Below the cut is trivia first, then all the changes to the character arc-by-arc, up to OotS, AVoS, and Heartstar's Rise.

Trivia!

Rowanclaw is now the son of Brokenstar along with Littlecloud! They were honor-sired for Newtspeck.

They have a distinct bi-colored mane from their mother, and 'glasses' from their father.

Tigerclaw's family trait is being brown tabbies with raptor claws.

Heartstar got all of the traits because she deserves it

I also miss how she was once described as having 'gold' in an older description so compromise; golden stripes.

I feel like you can't just miraculously resurrect without some kind of cool physical change, so, Heartstar gets to have a raised heart-shaped keloid scar on her chest.

She didn't sire any of her kittens; Light and Shadow were Bumblestripe's, and Strikestone's death left two more behind. It's free baby.

Heartstar fights in perfect tandem with Dovewing. Heartstar is so small that she can leap freely around and under her, skilled enough to never trip her up.

Their favorite tactic is for Dovewing to grapple with a huge opponent, allowing Heartstar to pop like a weasel from up between her legs to viciously attack the opponent's belly.

Tigerheart was the smallest member of the Tigerkin family, by far. In a lineup of record-setting Clan giants, Heartstar is barely larger than an apprentice.

She is much smaller than her entire family. Pocket pikachu.

Heartstar's favorite food is crayfish. She likes how most Clans are unsettled by this, Reedclaw was unbothered.

BB!OotS

Change NUMBER ONE is that Tigerpaw is the only survivor of Tawnypelt's second litter, born during the Cruel Season that saw the rise of Bramblestar.

A tom-kit initially named Goldenkit, the other kits in the litter died to illness. Before her last child died, Tawnypelt angrily challenged StarClan by renaming the survivor Tigerkit.

"Go on, take a tiger into the stars so it can bite your faces off. No? Thought so."

Dawnpelt and Flametail were their cool older siblings, Tigerkit especially idolized Dawnpelt and her quick sass.

The rowdy and troublesome kit was assigned to Marshwing, the cat that Brackenfur saved from an eagle during the Great Journey, now one of ShadowClan's finest warriors.

Marshwing's mentor was Oakfur, who liked to joke that whenever Marsh wanted to admit defeat he'd take the little twerp instead.

Tigerpaw met Dovepaw on the journey to unblock the southern river.

During this time, Dovepaw made her realize that she was definitely not a boy and probably also a lesbian.

This was to Rowanclaw's soft amusement when she returned home, as he is also transgender and figured it out after going on a long journey

"Maybe if we send you out again you'll come back with another one"

Dove and Tiger were fast friends after this eye-opening trip. Dove's perspective expanded to include the other Clans and the death of Rippletail made her realize how much they matter.

Tiger's perspective expanded to, "I do whatever i want because I want to see Dovewing"

Unfortunately for them, tensions between ThunderClan and ShadowClan were beginning to sour. Blackstar and Russetfur were not fond of the new management style of Bramblestar and his aggressive deputy, Thornclaw, both of which had recently taken power shortly before Tigerheart was born.

Unknown to Bramblestar, Thornclaw was training in the Dark Forest, and trying to encourage him to act more aggressively than Firestar.

Tigerpaw started training in the Dark Forest through her good friend Redpaw, who was brought in through his mentor Applefur. Applefur was the sister of Marshwing.

Her paternal grandfather was Brokenstar, and her maternal grandfather was the infamous Tigerstar. If Tawnypelt had given her this name to ward away StarClan and protect her death... then surely there was a power to gain from him?

Tigerstar took a shine to his granddaughter immediately, introducing her to his dead son, Hawkfrost.

It was very surprising to not find Brokenstar in the Place of No Stars, but Runningnose was there to... "explain" is not the right word, more like, "cryptically leave breadcrumbs of answers"

Tigerpaw was often pitted against Ivypaw in particular, as if their mentors considered them rivals. It fostered a resentment between them, especially as Dovewing began to speak highly of Tigerheart.

Tigerheart remained a supporting character, someone that Dovewing was able to talk to for a different perspective from her father Lionblaze and sister Ivypool, until near the end of the arc during a fateful battle

Attacking ShadowClan for control of a contested berry patch, Russetfur was killed, and Blackstar was devastated.

A troublemaking calico creature slid into his good graces. Sol, God of Chaos and Games, convinced him to abandon his leadership.

In the scramble, Redwillow, Ratscar, and Applefur took control of ShadowClan, and started enforcing their own rules. Tigerheart was more cunning than them, and realized they were not going to be able to keep power.

She was threading a thin needle, not openly supporting her fellow Dark Forest trainees, and she knew it.

When they were thrown out of power by Rowanclaw rallying Blackstar to return to power, Tigerstar punished them harshly in the Dark Forest and praised Tigerheart for her foresight.

Shortly after, Flametail had figured out the plot. Redwillow, Ratscar, and Applefur were freakishly strong and Thornclaw was encouraging Bramblestar not to help. They were all in cahoots!

The Dark Forest used their powers to kill him so he'd be silent, ice cracked by demonic meddling.

Tigerheart didn't know if she was going to be able to save his soul, but she had to try. Once again, Tigerstar had ignored the warning sign to preserve his family, calling off the execution.

In that moment, it proved to Hawkfrost that he was undeniably playing favorites. It wasn't about the plan. It wasn't about breaking out of the Dark Forest. It was all another project for Tigerstar's ego... and he was not valued like his bloodline through Tawnypelt.

(Go check out my meta intentions with Hawk's redemption arc over here!)

During the Great Battle, Tigerheart stayed to watch the embarrassment of the first attack, but defected as soon as the fighting got serious in the second one. She wasn't going to hurt her Clanmates, haughtily announcing that this was the best opportunity to, "join the winning side."

After the fight, Dovewing's powers started to ebb away... taking her hearing with it. Meeting with Tigerheart was always refreshing, sometimes it felt like she was the only one who really 'understood' what she wanted.

Things began to get serious when Tigerheart's apprentice, Sleekpaw, developed a rebellious streak, and a group of strange cats arrived at the lake. Onestar reacted badly, and ShadowClan fell to the kin.

BB!AVoS

If Tigerheart has any regrets, it's how she was careless with her niece. She didn't think it was a problem to just let her work it out.

It seemed... harmless. Kids who wanted to feel cool and powerful, she could empathize with that.

The apprentices weren't wrong, at first. The way Onestar immediately became upset about the outsiders, the way two kits were separated because of a vague prophecy, how Clans refused to cooperate even after everything. Tigerheart was frustrated by much of it too.

But there was something wrong about Darktail. Especially when he announced that he was accepting any cat who felt wronged and excluded from Clan society.

Maybe the impulse was harmless. Maybe Darktail was the problem in the end. In any case, the yellowcough outbreak ravaged ShadowClan and the Kin, and WindClan refused to let either of them collect mullein to treat their sick.

Dying to yellowcough is a horrible fate. Catmint can cure, but mullein must be used to prevent lung damage. Tigerheart watched clanmates survive the illness, only to choke to death in the end.

Crowfrost, the deputy and Tigerheart's brother-in-law, was one of them.

Crowfeather, Harespring, and Heathertail went behind Onestar's back to deliver what they could, but too late to save many cats that Tigerheart loved.

After this, ShadowClan quickly fell apart. The Kin was stronger, having immediately kicked the sick out of their group and quarantined.

Cats like Scorchfur said that if Rowanstar wasn't a weak leader, he would have made "hard choices" and done the same

Tigerheart realized that every group had a different reason for following the Kin. Some wanted Clans to be harsher. Some wanted more diplomacy. Others were just looking for connection.

She's smarter than most, and realized that this was much like the Dark Forest. The Kin was everything and nothing, and that meant there was probably an ulterior motive behind it.

They couldn't be trusted.

But no one listened to her. ShadowClan crumbled, she had to flee, and her last memory of her sister Dawnpelt is the image of her worried expression over her shoulder, leaving her behind in the Kin's new camp.

Dawnpelt wouldn't separate herself from her kits, including Sleekwhisker.

An ancient curse was filled yet again, tabby tiger watching their golden sibling fade away.

While staying with ThunderClan, Tigerheart found herself wrapped up in the messy sort-of-relationship between Dovewing and Bumblestripe

Dovewing was clearly unhappy, caught between two uncertain options, growing increasingly frustrated with ThunderClan

When Violetshine brought SkyClan back to the Lake for the final fight with the Kin, Tigerheart decided she needed to go be with her freed Clanmates, wherever they were to go.

Tigerheart asked her to come, but Dovewing wasn't ready. She couldn't leave her Clan, especially not when it wasn't even clear if the ex-ShadowClan cats would be fully accepted into SkyClan

Shortly after making that choice, Dovewing became pregnant. Dread twisted into panic as she realized she didn't want to raise kits with Bumblestripe, the thought of ThunderClan constantly speaking over her as a parent sunk in, and the knowledge that she had already turned Tigerheart down overwhelmed her.

With ShadowClan disbanded, Rowanclaw refusing to choose a new deputy and rejecting his remaining lives, Tigerheart and the survivors had to try and get used to being part of SkyClan.

Heartstar's Rise

This is a summary; go ahead and see the 1st draft outline of Heartstar's Rise over here!

After Dovewing choose Bumblestripe over her, Tigerheart returned to the ShadowClan survivors

They had been annexed into SkyClan, as Rowanstar was refusing to lead after his Clan fell apart under his watch

He never replaced Crowfrost after his horrible death, and was calling himself "Rowanclaw."

Ironic, that he was now in the same position as Blackstar, just before he was made deputy... but this time, there was a safer, more stable Clan for his cats to serve. He was convinced he was doing the correct thing.

This was causing problems related to the ex-ShadowClan cats having a lack of autonomy over themselves; they were no longer a Clan, but still felt like one.

They didn't want to be SkyClan cats. They were ShadowClan.

Tigerheart was more of a leader than Rowanclaw, but he was insisting ShadowClan would never have another star to its name.

"Let it rest in peace."

But before she could hatch a plan, Dovewing vanished, and Tigerheart was told by Poppyfrost (open to change) that she fled because she was pregnant.

So, of course, Tigerheart charged off to go find her.

After traveling far, far east for many days, she hit the church of the Guardians.

While there, her resolve to rebuild ShadowClan only grew stronger, though she promised Dovewing that this time... it was her choice.

She would stay and raise the kits with her, become a Guardian. Anything.

Dovewing, however, felt that this wasn't right either. Tigerheart needed to get home, her love of ShadowClan was completely different from Dovewing's dread for ThunderClan.

And... though she loved it here, she would love being wherever Tigerheart was.

Several guardians decided to join them for their own reasons; Blaze, Ant, and Cinnamon.

Spiresight is probably not going to be one of these (open to change); because he is now the leader of the Guardians. His name refers to the Guardian's new leader ability to sense anything that happens in their territory through the flora that grows there. It was not a name given by Tigerheart.

They came back to SkyClan and ex-ShadowClan cats having an argument over kittens that the Kin's remnants were still in possession of.

Yarrowleaf had been exiled from the Kin remnants and was begging for them to go back and 'save' the newborns Hopkit and Flaxkit.

The ex-Shadow cats wanted to launch an attack to steal back their own kittens and those of dead relatives; Leafstar was vetoing this out of a mix of wanting peace and seeing that the Kin remnants also had a right to the kits through being parents, relatives, etc.

Yarrowleaf especially; how could she know if she was telling the truth that Nettle was a danger to the kits? Yarrowleaf could have been exiled because she was the danger.

Tigerheart decided that enough was enough. ShadowClan was clearly still a separate Clan in their hearts, and they should be making their own choices, not begging someone else's leader for permission.

She will make controversial, ShadowClan-centric choices as a leader-- this time around, I want it to be less "black-and-white," so that the Kin remnants aren't completely evil and there's nuance to this situation... which Tigerheart tramples, displaying how she makes choices.

But, this time, the raid has a consequence; Tigerheart died in the attack.

However, Dovewing couldn't accept this, and brought her to the Moonpool in desperation.

Once there, Rowanstar refused to watch another child die. Declaring her his deputy, he grabbed her body and dove into the water, drowning away all of his lives so that she could live.

StarClan was touched by this heroic display of self-sacrifice, and was emotional enough to perform a miracle; Rowanstar's last life became Heartstar's first.

And with that life, Rowanstar gave her strength. Strength he used for one last kick, to send her back up to the surface of the pool as he sunk into the abyss below.

After this, Heartstar rebuilds ShadowClan. She can be a very biased leader, often ending up in situations where she lets her family off the hook easier than other warriors, or doling out 'theatrical' punishments just to say she did it. On that note, there are aspects of the code she barely cares about.

For this reason, even with the Clan she has the achievement of rebuilding, she can be quite polarizing. Her supporters adore her; her detractors despise her. This hasn't inhibited her ability to rule though...... yet.

(Better Bones does not cover arcs that are not done yet!)

Her political profile is largely 'soft' Traditionalism. She believes that ShadowClan must come first and that fighting keeps the Clans strong, but is committed to preserving the strength of the other four and does a lot of diplomacy. On Clan collaboration, she leans towards Fire Alone. On most other things, she leans Traditionalist.

#Girlbossstar building her empire #Yassifies your Tigerheart #Heartstar #Better Bones AU #Character Profile #Heartstar's Rise

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GIRLIE GIRLIE GIRLIE LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN. I HAVE AN IDEA FOR A REQUEST.

[Its also 03:57AM and I’m crying my eyes out, so I might regret this when I woke up lolllll]

Hear me out, hear me out, hear me out. See the visionnnnn. So, this is my request:

Sugar daddy!Ari AU. This is a little after the reader becomes his girlfriend. The reader hasn’t really gotten it into her head that she’s not just his sugar baby, but she’s his love, so she tends to hide her feelings and pain and raw emotions from him because she wants to sort of keep up the image of her being his sexy personal nymphomaniac because she thinks he’ll leave if she’s real with him.

So let’s say, something happened. Maybe an argument with her terrible family or her shitty friends gossip about her or she’s burnt out from taking care of others or someone shames her for something, idk, you’re the author, you decide what happens, but anyways.

Something happens that made her extremely sad and miserable, but she’s trying to hide her feelings from Ari, she pretends everything is fine (it’s not lol), she’s acting a little weird cos she’s trying to keep up appearances so that he won’t dismiss and discard her, etc. But Ari, being her daddy and the smart motherfucker he is, knows that something is wrong with his precious girl.

So basically, shit goes down with her and Ari and he soft doms her (maybe a little hard dom too) and comforts her and reassures her that she’s his girl and not just a plaything and all that lovey dovey shit. Oh, and aftercare lol! Only if you want to.

This probably could’ve been said in fewer words, but I’m crying my eyes out and it’s a little cathartic to type this out lol, sorryyyy. Thank youuuu! Love your writing!

Oh I would love to read this 😭😭😭

But you see I’m insane so I need to make it more sad so if I were to write this…

I’d make it so that reader is very insecure and she thinks she’s not good enough to be Ari’s girlfriend (kind of along the lines of what you said) and she thinks she’s only good enough for sex bc she has zero feelings of self worth 🤧🤧🤧 and no matter what Ari says or does to reassure her and uplift her, she just doesn’t believe him😔😔

And she keeps pushing herself away from him, bc she thinks he deserves better bc he’s such a nice guy and it’s not a normal sugar daddy relationship bc Ari doesn’t even expect sex from her (although they do have great amazing perfect sex) but Ari just loves talking to her all night, getting to know her interests, buying her special gifts that match her interests… And reader is overwhelmed bc she’s sooo insecure and she thinks she doesn’t deserve this happiness. She’s scared of letting herself be happy in case Ari “wakes up” one day and realises he can do better and leaves her🥲 (he wouldn’t but she thinks he will).

So then one day she gets so overwhelmed that she breaks up with him impulsively. But we all know what a strong mature wise perfect daddy Ari is, so he’d be like “let’s talk this out” and she bursts into tears and tells him that he deserves better and that she’s broken and she needs to go away so he can start living his life instead of always worrying about her 🥲🥲🥲 and Ari tells her that he’s in love with her and he couldn’t live without her and then they have sex 🥺🥺🥺 where Ari is being a soft dom and sooo perfect and sexy and reader needed this bc she needs him to tell her what to do so she can relax and stop worrying. Her mind never turns off during the day and she’s wracked with insecurities and fear, but with Ari… he lets her mind go blank so she doesn’t need to think, and she feels okay.

But then she’s up all night and Ari is asleep and she watches him and all her insecurities come back and she thinks that he deserves better and he can’t spend his whole life with her as a burden just bc she’s so insecure all the time 🥲🥲

So she leaves… without a note or a phone call or anything. In fact, she moves far away to live with a distant relative and deletes her social media. Ari calls her and texts her every single day, begging her to pick up or come back etc and she changes her phone number 🥲🥲🥲 some of her friends tell her that Ari is miserable and he’s still looking for her and waiting for her but she hopes he will move on soon.

Anyways then reader starts working on herself, she gets a job in an industry she likes and she makes some new friends. She starts seeing a therapist and slowly, bit by bit, her confidence starts to grow. She realises she deserves love as much as anyone else does. And she misses Ari so much bc he really was the love of her life 🥹🥹 it’s been a whole year now and one day she decides she wants to see him again. She wants to try again and hopefully he’d be open to getting back together with her.

She shows up at his door with Chinese takeaway (their favourite meal they’d have together) and Ari answers the door and he’s shocked to see her. And she says she thinks she’s all whole again, she thinks she’s fixed and she’d like to give it a try with him once more. And she got food 🍲

But then she looks beyond his shoulder and sees another girl. And Chinese takeaway already on the table. He’s moved on. She’s heartbroken. But she smiles and tells him she’s happy for him. He tries to stop her but she leaves.

THE END 😭😭😭😭

#HELPPPP #anon

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i’ve been really into street racing.

hobi is reader’s boyfriend and he takes us out to the track one night to be the count down girl.

maybe you can have him go up against one of the other boys. maybe one of them tries to taunt hobi by flirting with us.

you can decide whether he wins or not but either way he gets some lovin’. also you can dictate if it’s just a kiss, heavy petting, or full blown smut.

i’m not super picky; i just wanna see some rivalry and fast cars😭

Hi! Thanks for your request! I don’t know much about cars or street racing outside of movies so I don’t know how accurate most of this is but I did my best! I really hope you enjoy and please tell me what you think! Much love🩵🩵

The summer air was surprisingly cool against your brown skin. The sun had disappeared hours ago, making way for the beaming light of the moon to illuminate the dark overpass.

Everyone was off in their own worlds, beers and wine coolers being tossed back and discarded on the concrete, joining multiple cigarette butts and condom wrappers.

Pulling your compact mirror out of your purse, you double checked your carefully done makeup. Hot damn, you looked fine as hell. This was a special night. It was only appropriate that you looked your best.

“Princess.”

Snapping your mirror closed, you were met with the panty dropping image of your boyfriend in all his leather clad glory—leather jacket, fingerless gloves, even a pair of leather pants that made his bulge look particularly delicious. This outfit alone deserved a blowjob. Good thing you sprang for smear proof lipstick.

As if he could read your mind, he snapped his fingers to get your attention, your eyes reluctantly lifting to meet his. “My eyes are up here, princess.”

You smirked, reaching out to hook a finger in his belt loops to pull him closer. You leaned your head back to stare alluringly into his own, your cat like lashes fluttering. “Well my eyes are down there so I guess we’re at an impasse.”

He rolled his eyes at your vulgarity but you knew he wasn’t really annoyed at you, his own smirk tugging at his lips.

He cupped your cheek, thumb stroking over your plump bottom lip. At the movement, your mouth wrapped around the digit, giving it a light suck. He could feel his own cock jump at the sight but he couldn’t let himself get horny here. Not now. No matter how tempting you were.

“Aish, you’re impossible. Save it until after the race.” He sighed but not before pressing hard on your tongue making you gag a little. That tiny display of dominance went right to your cunt, the thin panties you were wearing already soaked through.

“I’ve been saving it since we left the house.” You purred, your index finger trailing along his bulge through his pants. He shivered and cursed under his breath. You were dangerous—very very dangerous.

“Hey Jung! Maybe you should be more worried about blowing the race instead of getting blown by your girl!” The deep voice of Kim Taehyung called from the other side of the overpass. Laughter reigned from his posse, his hooded eyes sparkling with mirth at calling out his rival.

Your eyes glanced from them back to Hoseok who was already glaring at the man he would be competing against tonight. No one got under Hoseok’s skin like Taehyung did, that smug bastard was still riding the high of winning the last race which left them tied.

Tonight, Hoseok would wipe that cocky smirk right off that rich boy’s face.

“Hey baby, why don’t you come over here with a real winner? I’ll show you a good time.” He whistled at you, eyes locked in a fierce battle with Hoseok. He was taunting him, loud and clear in front of everybody. Hoseok didn’t mind a little trash talk but he drew the line when people disrespected you.

You knew Hoseok better than anyone and you could tell by his face that he was reaching his breaking point.

Standing from the hood of his car, you brought your hand to his cheek to turn his face to you. “Hoseok, baby.”

That fire was burning in this eyes, that unflappable spirit and unwavering confidence that you fell in love with spreading like liquid fire through his veins.

“You get out there and win. I want to rub that bastard’s face in it.”

The sneer on his lip was gone, replaced by a wolfish grin, one that told you he was ready to go.

Gripping your ass over your mini skirt and giving it a hard squeeze, he pulled you closer to his body, the heat radiating from him sinking into your bones.

“I will, princess. Then I’ll come back and fuck you on the hood of this car.”

You smiled, poking his nose with your finger. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Soon enough, the atmosphere had changed from a casual hangout to electric chaos, nerves buzzing and the crowd practically bursting with anticipation.

Taehyung gripped the steering wheel of his car, looking over through his passenger window to Hoseok who was staring ahead. He must have felt Taehyung’s stare because he turned his head, their eyes blazing with a surge of emotions.

Neither of them wanted to lose. Losing meant no bragging rights. Losing meant inferiority.

Losing was not an option.

The corner of Taehyung’s lip turned up, his foot pressing on his gas pedal, his car roaring in challenge. A psych out method that Hoseok wouldn’t fall for. He didn’t have time for Taehyung’s games.

Flipping Taehyung off, Hoseok focused back ahead to where you were stepping from the sidelines to stand in the middle of both of the rumbling cars.

Your lace up heels, mini skirt, and crop top combo was driving him crazy, the pure sex appeal that dripped from you sending the crowd into a frenzy. The wolf whistles and claps were only riling Hoseok up more.

He was gonna win. Not only for himself but for you.

Your heart was thudding in equal parts excitement and nerves. This was your first time doing this and despite the job being relatively easy, you were still nervous. Everyone knew you were Hoseok’s girl. How would it look if you started the race and then he lost? Racing was his pride, his passion. You didn’t want to mess this up.

Then you captured the gaze of the man you loved through his windshield. He flashed you that beautiful smile along with a wink and all of a sudden, those nerves disappeared.

Taking a deep breath, you raised the flags in both of your hands. Their engines revved, the crowd growing more and more excited. Casting Hoseok a final glance and mouthing a ‘good luck’, you brought the flags down.

Foots on the gas, both cars sped off with a deafening screech of their tires. Dust whipped around you, tiny rocks hitting your skin and the crowd cheering loudly for who they wanted to win.

You turned around, barely catching sight of their tail-lights as they sped on the course and out of sight.

All you could do was wait.

Taehyung glanced into his rear view mirror, Hoseok coming up on his left. Blocking his path, Hoseok was forced to slow down a little to prevent crashing into Taehyung. Taehyung smirked; maneuvers like that was his strong suit. He blocked his competitors and secured his win. It’s how he’s beaten Hoseok all of those times before. Hoseok was a good driver but he was too careful.

Taehyung was a fierce competitor with an amazing car but even with all of that, he was impulsive, hasty and too cocky. That’s where his weakness was.

Little did Taehyung know, losing wasn’t on Hoseok’s agenda today. Today, he would let loose.

Taehyung looked into his rear view again, finding Hoseok trailing further behind him.

“Ha. Giving up, Jung? Smart.”

Around the final bend, the overpass just in sight, Taehyung was feeling confident about winning this one. He’d win and then he’d watch Hoseok’s pretty girlfriend become absolutely devastated. It would be too easy.

He would relax and cinch this win.

Just a few hundred yards from the finish line, Taehyung began to slow down just a little. Hoseok was too far behind to catch up anyway. He could cruise into this win.

Hoseok took a deep breath, just the thought of you waiting for him enough to give him that last burst of confidence he needed. Shifting gears, he slammed on the gas, the needle on the speedometer flying from 90 to 140 in seconds. Like a bullet, Hoseok flew past Taehyung.

Taehyung could barely react, pressing on his own gas in an attempt to regain his lead but it was too late. The cheers of the crowd hit his ears but they weren’t for him.

You could have cried seeing Hoseok’s car cross the line with Taehyung just milliseconds behind him. You couldn’t even hear the people around you, focused solely on your boyfriend who had stepped out of his car.

His eyes frantically looked around, searching for the one person who he knew would be waiting for him.

You ran the best you could in your heels into his open arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as he spun both of you around.

Pulling away, you cupped both of his cheeks, letting out a watery laugh before connecting your lips in a desperate and yearning kiss full of joy, love, and overwhelming pride.

“I won, princess. I won.” He said against your lips.

He won.

“Ooooooo shit, fuck me harder with that fat cock baby! It feels so good!” You moaned/screamed as Hoseok’s thick cock pummeled your walls in back shots so deep that you could feel him in your stomach. Tears streamed down your cheeks, drool leaking from your mouth and forming tiny puddles on the hood of his car. You could feel yourself ready to burst, all of the pent up energy and adrenaline from the race still coursing through your veins.

After his win, Hoseok immediately drove you two to an empty parking lot and then he was on you. He kept true to his promise, pulling you out of the car and hauling you up on the hood before eating you out like a madman. He didn’t even remove your panties, simply moving them to side before diving into your succulent cunt.

Hoseok cursed, working his hips back and forth faster than his car, the squelch of your walls spurring him on faster. Your creamy cunt was making the filthiest noises along with your pleasure fueled babbles and pleads.

The cool hood of his car was doing nothing to alleviate the heat radiating off of you, your nipples rubbing against the surface to the point where they hurt a little bit but it was only adding to the mind numbing pleasure.

“Yeah? Hold that ass open for me.”

Reaching your hands back, you spread your ass cheeks for him, giving him a view of your twitching ass. Gathering some saliva in his mouth, he let spit dribble from his mouth down to your little hole. He rubbed his thumb over the tight ring of muscle making you whine out. There was no warning, no gentle touches, no preparation before he shoved his thumb right into your ass, hooking it and using it as a type of leverage on forcing your ass to clap against him.

Your mouth dropped in a silent scream at the feeling of the sudden intrusion, the new sensation hurtling you towards orgasm. You felt so fucking full, both of your holes stuffed and your knees quivering as they threatened to give on you.

Hoseok must have sensed it because he grabbed one of your legs and propped it up on the hood. Not only did this position open you up more, it let him reach so much deeper, the tip of his cock rubbing against your gspot with every stroke.

You choked out a moan, head lifting and your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your pleasure crested.

“I’m gonna cum Hoseok! Fuck I’m gonna cum! I-I’m…!” You slurred, nails scratching the paint off and leaving thin marks in the metal.

His thumb dug deeper, cock reaching unexplored places of your pussy. “Cum princess. Shit shit shit.”

You both reach your highs at the same time, your walls constricting around him and milking him for everything he had, his cum coating your squishy walls. Your head banged forward on the car, shivers going down your spine despite the heat of the night.

Your chests rose and fell as you tried to regain your breath. You felt Hoseok’s hand travel up your shoulder to grab your face, peeling your sweaty body off the surface. He craned your head backwards, bringing his lips down on yours in a feverish kiss. You hummed, your tongues dancing and licking at each other.

“Congrats on your win, baby.”

“Thanks. Do I get my prize now?”

You laughed because he was so ridiculous but so were you. That’s why you fit together so well.

“Get in the back, loser.”

#askberryhobii #bts #bts smut #hoseok smut #bts x black reader

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Satellite: A Harry Styles Song Fic

By Ava Lentina

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I owe everyone reading this an apology for all of the many delays, and I also owe you a thank you for reading it even after all of the delays. As always, Likes, Comments, and Reblogs are greatly appreciated.

I also have not decided whether to put together the inspiration post so y'all can see what i was looking at while creating this. Comment or Dm me your thoughts on that!

And Now, without further ado, I present to you the almost 28k word story, Satellite: A Harry Styles Song Fic.

Text Guide: Red: Song Lines, all will be bolded text, most are bigger Green: Harry Singing Matilda Blue: Background/Stage Notes and Actions Violet: Titles and Author Notes Pink: Y/N Singing Matilda

"You Got A New Life"

You and your friends Lyla and Mia were celebrating your promotion at work by going to a Harry Styles pop-up concert (December 19, 2019), Lyla and Mia are the only co-workers of yours who know about your history with Harry. Having met on the road while you were writing a song for One Direction. Harry was writing the song with you. Everything About You was the most fun you ever had writing a song, and while writing it, you fell for Harry, big time. You hooked up a few times, the best of your life so far, even dated for a couple years (secretly of course), while you continued to write with One Direction. You thought he was your forever. But all good things end, and yours went up in flames when Zayn Malik left One Direction and though you tried to make things work with Harry, it all came to an end when you found out that he cheated on you with Taylor Swift in 2014. After that you left and pursued a degree in law. Now you're the youngest senior partner at the hottest firm in London, you specialize in entertainment law, but don't tie yourself to it. Lyla is a Senior Associate in your division and Mia is a Paralegal. The three of you often work on cases together. You dance your hearts out at the concert and during Watermelon Sugar(which Harry wrote after Anne told him about your new career, what, he misses you, you're his one that got away, not that he would admit that to you right away), Harry's soft green eyes lock onto your emerald blue green ones and a rush of longing courses through him. Immediately after the song, he jumps behind the makeshift stage and gives Jeff a brief description of you so he can send someone to you with an invitation for the after show party. He noticed you were with some friends, so he says they can come too before jumping back on stage into Adore You. When you receive the invite you immediately say no, but the invitation remains open and after a bit, Lyla and Mia manage to convince you to go, mostly because they want to go, but still, you deserve it. Harry closes the show with a throwback, one the two of you wrote shortly before things went south, Change Your Ticket.

"Rat bastard." You curse but find yourself singing along and doing the little hair toss thing that made Harry lose his shit every single time, and you looked him dead in the eyes tonight while doing it. Harry swore he wasn't going to be able to hide his stiffie from the crowd for much longer, so in typical Harry Styles fashion he body rolled with it, turning away from you, and finished the song. Before finishing himself off to thoughts of you in the makeshift dressing room and changing before heading into the main area of the club, and then quickly getting to the private room before he got mobbed by fans. Sarah and Mitch were already there and Mitch looked at Harry.

"So, who the fuck was that girl you screwed us all up for?" "Y/N." Harry answered simply. "And hopefully she'll be joining us here, and maybe if I'm lucky she'll be in my bed tonight." "That Y/N? The one you dated during 1D times, the one you wrote with?" Sarah chuckled. "Enough of that, be on your best behavior, both of you." When you, Lyla, and Mia get to the ropes leading to the private room, you give the guard your name and the three of you slip by. "What do you want, Harry?" You ask him, quite stubbornly. "Did she inspire Sweet Creature too?" Mitch asks and you notice Harry send a glare his way before going to hug you and then changing his mind at the last minute. "Just want to catch up with a friend." Harry insists but you and everyone else in the room know it's bullshit. "You, me, we're not friends, you cheated on me H, that's not the kind of person I call my friend, in fact that's the kind of person I like to refer to as an arrogant son of a bitch." "Speaking of friends, I'm Lyla, and this is Mia." Lyla introduces the two of them. "Nice to meet you ladies." Harry replied, still engaged in your tense staring match. You smirk and Harry blinks. "Fuck." Harry curses and you actually smile.

You try to keep your distance from Harry for the rest of the night, however once the shots start coming you allow yourself to indulge, which leads to a drunken conversation between you and Harry. "I've already apologized like a gazillion times Y/N." Harry whined. "And at least it was Taylor, hell I probably would've slept with her too." You answer and the two of you actually laugh. You end up drunkenly exchanging numbers just before you leave. It was kind of nice to talk to him again. But you know better than to forgive him, although he insists on having his driver take the three of you home. He definitely wasn't using it to get your address.

"Am I Bothering You"

It was a little over a week after the pop up where you saw Harry again in person for the first time since your breakup. You just got off the tube right around the corner from the building your flat is in. It's 2:30 AM and you're tired and still unsatisfied, having had another hookup where he came before you without even trying to finish you off. Removing your dress, blazer, and heels, your mind suddenly goes to how Harry always made you come at least twice before allowing himself to, unless of course you were on your knees giving him a blowie. You finger yourself in the shower, imagining it's Harry's fingers inside you, and it doesn't take long for you to send yourself spiraling into the most intense orgasm you've had since Harry, and quite frankly, it kind of pisses you off.

The next night, you, Mia, and Lyla were in your favorite pub, Lyla just left with her boyfriend, and Mia ditched you for a hot girl at the bar. You're about to leave (mostly sober, but not completely) when a drunk ass guy squeezes your ass on your way out and catches your wrist before you can leave. It's not your first time dealing with a drunk asshole and you're about to tell him to expect a court summons when another idiot in a beanie pulls him off of you and escorts you out. You look at the guy and there is no mistaking him. Harry.

"Bloody fucks, seriously H, I had that handled, I'm not some damsel in distress, I'm one of the best lawyers in the city, and I know Krav Maga." You go off on him. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a date with my vibrator. Fuck, I shouldn't have said that to you." You turn and start walking to your flat but don't get far before Harry catches up to you. "Need any help?" He asks you with a smirk. "Not from the real you, now quit bothering me and let me go home." "What do you mean the real me? And since when am I bothering you?" "You're trying to get into my pants again and it's not going to happen now or ever, now please, let me walk home in peace." Harry shuts up and just silently walks next to you, making no flirtatious move whatsoever. Which actually surprises you. When you get to your building Harry walks you up and turns to leave after dropping you off at your door. Yeah, nope, that's not happening. "Har," you sigh. "Yeah Y/NN(your nickname only Harry called you)?" "Thanks for walking me home." You say and kiss his cheek before gripping his jacket and tugging him into your flat, kissing him desperately. "Fuck, I…" you try to apologize, but are cut off by Harry pinning you to the door and claiming your mouth in another searing kiss. You throw caution to the wind and allow yourself to get consumed by the man in front of you. "Now where's this vibrator of yours?" Harry asks after breaking the kiss. "Please can I make you feel good." He asks after your expression turns to one of slight shock. "You're the only one that actually can make me feel good. The rest of them just come too soon." "Don't ever mention another guy in a sexual context when I'm with you. Or I will not be held accountable for my actions." Harry growls. "I forgot how jealous you can get, it's hot." "Now, Do You Wanna Talk?, or do you want me to make you come?" "Make me come, please make me come." "And how would you like me to do that?" "I haven't been eaten out since the last time you did it H." "But, that was literally an almost instant orgasm from you. None of your boyfriends since have eaten you out?" "Harry, I haven't dated, I don't have time to date. My career is my life. I love a good fuck, but there just that, fucks. And I could never come without the foreplay." I say, the tears building at finally saying this to Harry. "WOAH! Are you telling me that you haven't had an orgasm in 5 years?" Harry asks. "Hell no, I've just given all of them to myself." "Sounds like something I should spend a lot of time fixing." Harry says before picking you up and asking you, "which way to the bedroom?" "Down the hall, last door on the left." You say, giggling like a fucking five year old. After a wonderful romp between the sheets, you and H are both spent, he gave you three earth shattering orgasms, ate you out, fucked you, and then he ate you out again.

"Hey, so I don't want to make any assumptions, but I want you to know that I miss you. I've always missed you, I dated, I did hook-ups, but every relationship, you were what was missing. 5 years ago, I was a fucked up teenager. Now I'm a fucked up adult who is thinking about a future beyond music. And I want that future to be with you. I know you're not ready to forgive me and that's ok, but I'd like to take you on a date, and by that I mean have you come over to my place, I'll cook, and I will listen, I just want you to see me for the me I am now." H says to you. "After that speech and the mind blowing sex prior to said speech, how could I say no? "Umm, you can't?" Harry responds with a shy grin. Which you kiss.

"We Share The Last Line"

You and Harry are talking all the time, and when you're not talking, you're texting, sometimes sexting because why the fuck not? You had dinner at his house two weeks ago, and he made vegetable Lasagna with homemade garlic bread. The two of you talked for hours and you felt free when you left, and also maybe ready to give Harry a second chance. Today, you're making your relationship office official. At least to Lyla, Mia, and the rest of the entertainment law division. On paper, he's coming in as a prospective client, but actually he's coming to see you, and bringing you fish and chips from your favorite spot. Though with him branching further into songwriting for other people, he wants to have a team in place should anything happen. After a morning spent in the law library doing research prep for a different case, you're returning to your office when some of the interns start freaking out because Harry Styles is in the lobby on his way up. You smile to yourself and wait for him by the elevators. When he steps out of the elevators, the girls can't quit ogling him. "Shall we head into my office?" You ask Harry, voice dripping with professionalism. "The team I've assembled for you is already waiting." "Absolutely, lead the way love." He replies packing some extra charm, and you smile lightly at the duplicity of the term. Oh and blush because he is definitely eyeing you all over right now. Your aquamarine silk tank top with a gold bar keyhole and the way it's tucked into the gold belt and black skirt. He's rather happy the black and gold crop style blazer you put on with it all this morning is currently nowhere to be found. His eyes continue to trace all the way down to the golden gladiator heels you're wearing. Everything at the meeting goes swimmingly and you end up leaving with Harry because he insists on staying until you're done with your work saying, "I have a surprise for you." So when you get to his house, he leads you to the basement, stealing a few kisses on the way. "Holy shit Harry!" You say when he walks you into his home studio. "You still write?" He asks you. That night the two of you wrote a song together for old times sake, and unbeknownst to you, Harry had big plans for that song. A few days later during movie night, Harry turned to you, "Be my date to the Brits?" "Would if I could H, but I'm going with the firm execs." "Then, just match with me?" "You're not going to stop until I agree to be connected to you in some way are you?" "You know me so well." "Fine, we can coordinate outfits, but nothing extravagant. And no Gucci." "M'fraid it's a bit too late for that one." "I'm not wearing Gucci, you can wear Gucci." "What's wrong with Gucci?" "Nothing, I just prefer a good Alexander McQueen."

At the BRITS you arrive with the firm execs shortly after Harry. He's being interviewed when you step out of the car. He catches a quick glance of you and just smiles. You pose for a few pictures all while Harry is still being interviewed. As you pass him on the red carpet, you intentionally brush your fingers together, and yes, there's photos of it. But you had already planned that, just like you shuffled the execs and yourself to the same table as Harry inside. He squeezed your hand just before leaving to go change for his performance. You smile seeing him in his element, and he looks straight at you during the entire performance. Yeah, that's when you realize the words behind the song. Tears prick at your eyes and they become too much to hold back completely so you let a few of them escape. "Missed you so much." He whispers to you upon his return. "Missed you too, I'll always want you around H." You reply. "Can't believe you made me cry in front of the other execs." "Yeah, M'not sorry about that." He replies and you smile at each other. "Umm, Y/N," one of the other partners says. "See you on Monday." They say as things wrap up. "We have an after-party to go to." Harry says to them and excuses you both. The two of you enjoy the hell out of the after-party before making your way back to your flat because it's closer and Harry is being extra handsy, not that you mind, you love it. "I was so ready to have to find an excuse to fuck you after that performance." You say as you straddle him on your bed. "Promise me that if you ever feel that shitty again, you call me, I will come running, I'll always need you around H." "Promise. I love you." H replied. It took him a second to realize what he said as your body went still. "Tell me I didn't just fuck this up." It takes you a second to snap yourself out of your head. "Never H. I love you too. I've waited years for you to say that to me again and it's everything. Need you H. Now and forever."

"Then we drink the wall"

As Fine Line continues to perform amazingly well, Harry FaceTimes you from different cities during the drinking parties. He always has an extra shot next to his waiting for you.

He just got back to London when COVID hit and the two of you quarantined together. Writing, loving on each other, Harry trying to interrupt your zoom meetings with clients because you either aren't wearing pants, or you've stolen a pair of his. Thankfully, the entertainment industry can't function too much when there's a global pandemic so your department is relatively quiet. You're wrapping up for a day when you hear Harry come home. He left that morning mumbling something about being out of avocados, and ended up being gone for over four hours. "H? Where else did you go? It doesn't take four hours to go get groceries." You laugh, making your way down the stairs. "I had to pick up a couple packages I ordered." He replies and then you hear it.

YIP! YIPP! WOOF!

"No, shhhh, don't tell momma you're here yet, it's a surprise." "H, we talked about getting a puppy, not 2 puppies." "Yep, we have A big puppy and A small puppy." He says with the biggest smile ever. "What are their names?" "Don't have names yet." The little Tricolor Cavalier comes over to you. "Maybe you should be Avocado since your dad was supposedly getting avocados." "And you," you say, petting the standard goldendoodle. "You look like a Palmer to me." You named him after your favorite tea. "Avocado and Palmer? Those what we're going with?" "Absolutely." You reply, admiring the love you're currently surrounded by. "Y/NN?" "Yes H?" "Move in with us, like officially." "Well, I mean, most of my stuff is here already, but H, are you sure?" "So sure." "Ok, I'd love to call you home." "Cheeseball." "Nope, you're the cheeseball. I'm just what makes you a cheeseball." "Mmhmm." H kisses you as the two of you sit on the floor with your new puppies. But one of them isn't too happy with the two of you kissing. "Fuckin Avocado." H curses as the cavalier paws at your faces to get you two to stop. "C'mere little Cado." You say and love on the little pup. You and Harry finish moving your stuff into his house over the next month. And H throws a little dinner party when everything's done. Anne, Gemma, Mitch, Sarah, Lyla, and Mia come over.

"Y/N!" Gemma says squeezing you tight. "I always told him he was an idiot for letting you go." "What's meant to be," you reply and Gem finishes it. "Is simply meant to be." "Now you listen here Harry Edward Styles, don't fuck it all up this time." Anne scolds Harry while you and Gem laugh. "Don't worry Anne, I'll just drown him in legal stuff if he does." You say, hugging her. You always did love Harry's mum and sister, mostly because you were never close with your family. The only reason they spoke to you anymore, was if you screwed up something else for them. Something you shut down very quickly by getting a no contact order.

"Til we wanna talk."

During the dinner party, after everyone has already arrived, the doorbell rings and you go to get it. It's your parents. "What the hell do you want? And why the hell are you here? You do understand this is a violation of the no contact order, yes?" "We're just here to give you a housewarming gift and then we'll leave. We are happy for you and Harry though." My mum says, my dad just glares at me. But I suppose that's what happens when you run away from home to be your own person rather than end up pumping out babies for an old, ugly Viscount. "Thank you mum. I'm sorry to have bothered the two of you." "Hey, … oh, Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N (Your last name) glad you could make it, would you like to come in?" "That's Baron and Baroness Y/L/N to you." My father said to Harry. "Wait, Y/N, you never told me you had a title?" "We'll be going now, we just wanted to wish both of you the best." My mum says and she and my dad leave. "H, I didn't tell you because I don't have a title anymore. I renounced my claim the second I was legally able to. They wanted to turn me into a trophy for some Viscount and I said no, they didn't like that, so I ran. And then I started writing, which led to meeting you and I've never looked back since." "Can we please forget they ever stopped and just go back to our guests?" I practically beg. "Course we can, come on." H answered and laced his fingers through yours. The rest of the night went smoothly and you were just happy to be surrounded by people who love and care about you.

"What can I do?" H whispered into your ear as the two of you laid together in the big comfy bed. "You can start by being your normal cuddly self, and then you can do me a huge favor and not turn us being together into something labeled. And don't be mad when I tell you that I don't think I want to get married, like ever." "I don't think I could ever be mad at you, and there are so many ways to be together without ever getting married, which actually wasn't even on my radar at this point. As long as we're happy how we are, why screw with things?" "I love you H." "Love you too."

"I go round and round"

You and Harry had been living happily in your relationship for 2 years now. Harry's fans weren't necessarily the happiest at first, but once they actually traced things back to 1D, they started to come around. Now, you still get some hate, but it honestly doesn't bother you. Harry just dropped his new single from his upcoming album. Remember that song the two of you wrote in his home studio that first night he showed it to you? As It Was, and it's been huge. But another song on that upcoming album means more to you than anything else, because Harry is holding onto an alternate version of it. You were playing around in the basement studio, re-listening to Matilda (which happens to be your middle name) which talked about your struggles with your family. When you started singing along with the choruses changing, you to I.

I can let it go

I can throw a party full of everyone I know

And not invite my family cause they never showed me love

I don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up

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I can let it go

I can throw a party full of everyone I know

And not invite my family cause they never showed me love

I don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up

I can see the world, following the seasons

Everywhere I go, I don't need a reason

Cause they never showed me love

I don't have to be sorry for doing it on my own

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I don't have to go home

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I can let it go

I can throw a party full of everyone I know

I can start a family who will always show me love

I don't have to be sorry for doing it on my own

I can let it go

I can throw a party full of everyone I know

I can start a family who will always show me love, I don't have to be sorry, no

It was in your soft, sweet, shy, soprano tone and you had only done the first one when Harry got the idea to have you do all of them and actually record it. Laying it back over, you had to admit it sounded really good. Harry wanted to put it on the album instead of the original, but you weren't ready for that so you told him he could release it as a mix or an edit down the road a bit.

"Satellite"

“Are you sure you don’t wanna come to Coachella with me?” Harry asks you, batting his long eyelashes again, and then tossing in the sad puppy dog eyes. “Wish I could H. but I’m buried in depositions.” You answer and give him one last hug and kiss before he leaves for the airport. After he’s gone you smile to yourself. “Yeah, he’s gonna love this.” You're surprising H at Coachella. You've never been, but have always wanted to go. Jeff is the only one who knows you're going to be there. And you have quite a plan for Harry during the show. You know that little earbud he always has in? Oh yes, you were in his ear for the entire show, while also watching it from the cameras backstage. Teasing him about how fucking amazing his ass looked in those pink pants. (You were totally hiding those and never giving them back, they would be yours after this show, the hell with it, you were taking the entire fucking outfit!) Harry would've called you out for it, if he wasn't preoccupied singing. But he did miss a few lyrics here and there, especially when you mentioned how sweaty he was getting and then commented on licking the entire butterfly tattoo. And the tiger. And the laurels. And literally every other tattoo on his sexy as fucks body. At this point, Harry knows your backstage. And he knows how riled up you get during Carolina. So he goes extra on all of it. When you practically moan into it, he's about had enough, but he's only a quarter of the way done with his set. You decide to be nice for a few songs, a little "make me shine for you" during lights up, and then radio silence, just to throw him off. It's also so they can prep you for your moment. They have you walk out and down the stairs during the na's while singing them, your mic turned up just a bit so Harry turns. His reaction to you walking out, priceless! He squats down and bows his head for a second before looking back up at you. He also loses his ability to sing for a few seconds, you have succeeded, Harry Styles is finally speechless.. You hip bump Lizzo when you reach the bottom and do the hair toss that Harry likes. He kisses you soundly, all hyped from the energy, and the three of you finish the song. “SHIT! FUCK! Like obviously I knew you were here, but WOW!, DAMN I love you.” He says to literally all of Coachella. “Hey, H, you know that little thing from Harry’s House that I was anxious about and making you hold onto?” You say in the mic, and Harry just looks at you, he knows what you’re talking about of course, but doesn’t quite know why you’re bringing it up now. “If you’re talking about what I think you’re talking about, then yeah, I know it, what about it?” He replies and you smile cheekily. “Should we do it?” You say and Harry’s band (who has been clued in to this part) starts it up. You’re standing right next to Harry, he covers his mic for a sec, and you do the same.” “Are you sure you’re ready for this? Because it’s Coachella, it will blow up.” He asks you, concerned about making sure you’re comfortable with this. “I wouldn’t suggest it if I wasn’t H.” You reply and squeeze his hand. The song kicks into the real intro, and you’re still holding Harry’s hand, praying and hoping he won’t let go.

You were riding your bike to the sound of "It's No Big Deal" And you're trying to lift off the ground on those old two wheels Nothing about the way that you were treated ever seemed especially alarming 'til now So you tie up your hair and you smile like it's no big deal

You can let it go I can let it go You can throw a party full of everyone you know I can throw a party full of everyone I know And not invite your family, 'cause they never showed you love Not invite my family, ‘cause they never showed me love You don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up, mmh I don’t have to be sorry for leaving and growing up, mmh

You let go of H’s hand and slowly start walking back up the steps, pausing halfway during “a piece of me’s dead inside”. When Harry sees where you’re going he understands immediately, and starts following you, but on the opposite staircase.

Matilda, you talk of the pain like it's all alright But I know that you feel like a piece of you's dead inside A piece of me’s dead inside You showed me a power that is strong enough to bring sun to the darkest days It's none of my business, but it's just been on my mind

The two of you meet again at the top and during “it’s just been on my mind” you spin slowly under Harry’s arm.

You can let it go I can let it go You can throw a party full of everyone you know I can throw a party full of everyone I know And not invite your family, 'cause they never showed you love Not invite my family, ‘cause they never showed me love You don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up I don’t have to be sorry for leaving and growing up

You and Harry sit perched on the edge, your feet swinging side to side as you go into the second half of that chorus and the following verse

You can see the world, following the seasons I can see the world, following the seasons Anywhere you go, you don't need a reason Anywhere I go, I don’t need a reason 'Cause they never showed you love ‘Cause they never showed me love You don't have to be sorry for doing it on your own I don’t have to be sorry for doing it on my own

You're just in time, make your tea and your toast You framed all your posters and dyed your clothes, ooh You don't have to go You don't have to go home I don’t have to go home Oh, there's a long way to go Oh, there’s a long way to go I don't believe that time will change your mind I don’t believe that time will change my mind In other words I know they won't hurt you anymore as long as you can let them go

The two of you stand up slowly, brushing your fingers together again before returning down the opposite staircases, singing as you go.

You can let it go I can let it go You can throw a party full of everyone you know I can throw a party full of everyone I know You can start a family who will always show you love I can start a family who will always show me love You don't have to be sorry for doing it on your own I don’t have to be sorry for doing it on my own You can let it go I can let it go You can throw a party full of everyone you know I can throw a party full of everyone I know You can start a family who will always show you love I can start a family who will always show me love You don't have to be sorry, no I don’t have to be sorry, no

During the last line, as you sang “I don’t have to be sorry, no”. You held your palm up to Harry’s and slowly leaned your foreheads together.

At the extended closing chords Harry kissed you again, slower this time, and whispered, “That was everything. You are my everything.” The audience cheered so loud, you thought you might end up deaf. After another quick peck, Harry turned to the crowd. “Y/N Y/L/N, everyone!” He hollers, the crowd screams. “Now, a little secret,” he pretends to whisper. “She actually inspired some of my best work on my previous two albums, and co-wrote most of Harry’s House with me, including this next song.” H says and the band starts to lead into ‘Late Night Talking’. “I’ll be waiting and watching in your dressing room H.” you say after shutting off your mic. You blow him a kiss and head back to your spot backstage. While Harry pauses for a drink during Watermelon Sugar, you just can't help yourself. "I'm waiting for my high H" you tease, and he almost spits out his water. He's got his huge grin on his face the entire song and during Kiwi you say nope the first time he sings "I'm having your baby" and each time after you very very slowly hint that someday you'll have a family, but also warn him not to get any ideas. He's laughing internally, the entire time. You watch sign of the times from his dressing room and add in the new lingerie (the top looks like cherries and the crotchless panties look like a strawberry. You had way too much fun picking these out. But you know he will love them.

"Spinning out, waiting for ya to pull me in"

You're just lounging casually as you wait for Harry to return to his dressing room after his set, scrolling through all the comments about his duet style performance with you, but mostly they’re about his ass, you can’t blame them, but your soaking wet cunt is starting to get a bit jealous and just begging for his attention. You're quite literally dripping onto the seat just from all the pictures. You hear him outside the door and lock your phone, tossing it aside before fixing the slit on your green skirt in the same style as the pink one you had on, on stage, but swapped into after so you were wearing watermelon colors. Finishing your task just as H walks in and sees your bare cunt on display. "HOLY! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST Y/N!" He quickly shuts and locks the door praying that no one out there got a glimpse of your naked pussy. "No, not allowed, you keep that nice and covered in public unless I say otherwise." Harry tsks at you. "This…" you begin, gesturing to your soaked folds before standing up so you can wrap yourself around Harry. You land a nice smack to the H & S on his ass cheeks. "Is all from watching that ass of yours throughout the night. And now it's all over the Internet. And I can't help it, I'm so fucking turned-on, and worked up, and jealous now that pictures of your ass are trending on Twitter. Like I'm stealing and keeping the entire outfit. You're not washing it, and you are most certainly never wearing it again. It's mine now. That's how fucking jealous I am. I've resorted to being petty and you know how much I hate being petty." "You're so fucking sexy when you're jealous baby." Harry pants and then slides your skirt off. "And they say I'm the master of fruits. You look fucking delectable doll. Turning your pretty pussy into a plump juicy strawberry. Much more and I'm going to end up nutting in my pants." "Then don't take my top off yet H, want you to come inside me."

"FUCK! Doll, you can't just say things like that so casually. "And what's under the top? Or is it nothing?" "All I'll say is that you haven't seen it before." Harry's eyes darken instantly, and you get to work relieving him of his pants and vest. "FUCK!" You can't help but moan once Harry attaches his mouth to your cunt. He gives your left thigh a warning smack but you're too far gone to care. "HARRY!" you scream as your orgasm consumes you. Harry puts a hand over your mouth to muffle you, but the damage has already been done. You're pretty sure everyone and their mother backstage heard that, when the thought crosses your mind, your orgasm gives one last gush and Harry can't help but smile. He knows you're turned on at the possibility of getting caught. "You like that, huh?" H groans out and you moan into his hand. "Want everyone at Coachella to know how good I fuck you?" "Want them to know I'm off limits?" "Want them to post all about how I'm fucking you, wishing they were you." You can't help but nod and moan even more. Just thinking about how many people want Harry and the fact that he chose you gives you such a power trip. The sparkling love in his eyes as he fucks you so good sends you tipping in no time. Harry follows you immediately over the edge. “Shit. Best Show Ever!” He pants, still catching his breath. You move to straddle him and kiss him silly, but quickly realize you’re still turned on when you can’t help but grind against his softening cock. You quickly yank your top off and when Harry sees the cherry lingerie top, his erection is coming back, and fast, which of course only serves to turn you on further. “M’ DEAD! I have to be dead if I just put on that long of a show, fucked you, and already want to go again. S’ the only explanation. “And I am quite sure that if you were dead, this…” You say, sliding your hand over his cock, “this wouldn’t be functioning, and I am so glad that it is, want it H, need it, need it so bad.” You answer and H just chuckles. “You’re a greedy little cockslut you know that right?” “Yep, don’t care, need it, starved, been too fucking long. ‘Sides, I’m your cockslut, and you are anything but little.” You add that last part with a giggle that makes you feel like a teenager. “FUCK! Hop on, fucking fucks you look so good riding my cock Y/NN.”

“I Can See You’re Lonely Down There”

You wake up the next morning to sweet, lazy kisses that trail down your jaw, to your neck, over your shoulders, and all the way down your arms. When Harry reaches your fingers, he sucks on each one making a very exaggerated pop after each. “No, H, M' Sleepy!” You groan. “Do you want to stay and sleep, or do you want to actually go enjoy a day at Coachella?’ He asks you. “Sleep first, then Coachella.” “Nope, it’s an either or situation today, cause if that cute butt of yours doesn’t get out of bed, then I am going to spend all day edging you, just because I can.” “Mmm,” you groan again and slowly blink your eyes open. “Now i’m tired, grumpy, and fucking soaking wet.” You add, sitting up slowly. “Just the way I like you. Now time for a shower, then breakfast, and we’ll be off.” H says, kissing your nose before scooping you up to carry you to the shower. It only takes the two of you a few hours, but you do eventually get cleaned up, and changed into something fit for roaming Coachella, Harry disguised himself in a gray TPWK hoodie and black shorts with his very very worn white gazelles. Added a red bandana and shades as an extra measure. You’re in a pastel rainbow halter crop top, light wash denim shorts, white boots, and your favorite pair of aviators. As the two of you walk around Coachella with Harry’s Bodyguard staying relatively close to you. You do get some glances, some fans of Harry’s that definitely recognize him, but only a few of them actually try to approach. The two of you stay all day. Literally ALL DAY! Billie performs and Harry sneaks you backstage to meet her. He “Left his bunny ears behind last night.” You laugh when it works, but then again, he does just have that charm. He can smooth talk his way into getting whatever he wants. It’s how he got you under his spell way back when, after all.

“So, are we going straight home, or having a layover in NYC for a bit?” H asks you the next morning as your packing up to leave. “You should go to NYC, I know you want to see a few people. I have to get back though, Depositions remember?” “M’ not sure if I can believe you on that one.” H teases you and you swat at him, not actually hitting him. You would’ve, but he caught your arm and pulled you flush against him. You can feel him stiffening between you and it honestly makes you blush at how turned on he can get from the simplest of things.

“Five days. Five days in NYC with me, and then you can do your depositions. Sides’ need you there with me. Always need you with me.” “I can give you three. Any more than that and the execs won’t be happy with me. You are so lucky I’m good at my job.” You answer and H tickles your sides at your last comment. “I like to think that I’m lucky you’re so good, period. You’re good at your job, you’re good with me, you’re a good momma to our fur babies, and don’t get me started on how good you feel and taste.” “H!” You squeal and smack him playfully. Of course, those three days in his NYC apartment were fantastic. So fantastic, that you let him talk you into staying for an entire extra week. You spent the mornings working with your team, and your afternoons and evenings with H. On your second to last morning, H woke up earlier than he usually does. You were absorbed in your research. He had to be very stealthy, which was not his forte, especially in the mornings. But somehow he managed to sneak up behind you and wrap you in his arms. "Mmm, what's got you up this early today?" You asked H. "Lonely." "My poor boy needed more snuggles, didn't he?" "Mmhmm, need more snuggles now." "How about you make yourself some breakfast, go for a walk, and then by the time you get back, I should be done with a solid chunk of these files and we can have movie snuggles." "No, want snuggles now." "Ok. On the couch, but I have to work too." H shrugged, as if to indicate that you working during snuggles was an acceptable compromise. He obviously doesn't understand how much of a distraction he is. Those damned sleepy curls begging to have your fingers running through them, him practically curled up and purring in your lap. You were just flipping pages, nothing was sticking. Which is the exact opposite of what you needed to happen. So you set it all aside. Turned on the TV, and started rewatching NCIS: Los Angeles for the millionth time. You eventually gave in to the lull of sleep as well and when you woke back up, Harry was between your legs. Pressing sweet kisses to the insides of your thighs. "Good Morning again." "Mmm, what time is it?" "2 in the afternoon." "And just how long have you been awake?" "Not long, probably 10 or so minutes." "And are you hungry yet?" "No, just wanna be inside you and have movie snuggles." "Not until after you eat something, you skipped dinner last night too." You say to him, a little worried that he doesn't seem to want to eat. "I did too eat last night." He replies with his mischievous smile. "Yeah, I'm not a meal H and you know that." "I'd say you're the most delicious meal in the entire world, love." "Let's take a walk to Il Mattone, get all our Italian favorites and then have a lazy finish to the entire trip." "Mmkay."

On your way to JFK the next morning, H insisted on stopping at Tomoko's for pastries. Something you weren't about to argue with. So with your stuff packed, an unhealthy amount of sweets, and your morning caffeine fix, you hopped onto the Dassault Falcon 7x Harry chartered for his Coachella trip and then extended for your NYC visit. He's been talking about buying one so the two of you can go wherever you want, whenever you want. "So Italy every other weekend instead of every other month?" You tease him. "Or I can have someone pick you up and put you on the plane to bring you to wherever my show is that night." He teases back as the two of you settle in. "Luckily as a Senior Partner, I have more room for flexibility in my schedule."

"Don't you know that I am right here"

Upon your return to London, you were shocked to find a handwritten, hand-delivered letter from your mother.

Darling,

I wanted you to hear it from me first, your father is no longer with us. Which is why I am finally free to send this letter. I hope you know how much I truly love you, how much I hated to have to be complicit in his horrid plans for you. I am so very happy with who you grew to be, the woman you are today. I love you my daughter, and I hope to be a part of your life again someday, until then know that my love for you could never fade.

-Mother

"Oh shit." You say aloud after reading it. "What? What happened?" H asked, mildly concerned. "My father, he's dead, and my mother wants to see me and try to fix our relationship." You reply. H wraps you in a hug. Both of you unsure of how to feel. You're relieved in a way, but also he was your father. And when it comes to your mother, well, she was never as adamant about you embarrassing the family the way your father was. But she also never spoke out against him. "What should I do H?" You ask him, without breaking the hug. "I can't decide that for you love, you have to make that decision yourself." He answers quietly, desperately wishing he had a better answer for you. "Gut feeling?" "My gut feeling is that it's not up to me, it's up to you, if you want to see your mum you should, but it's also totally ok if you're not ready to face that."

You break away from the hug slowly, just so you can look at his face. "That is a very diplomatic, lawyer type answer and I don't like it. So help me, please H, I just need help processing it all." "You know I love you, and that I support you no matter what, but this isn't a decision I can make for you, I don't want to put ideas in your head and have them backfire. I can't let my dumb ideas be the reason I lose you again." "Ok. Let's just go to bed then, maybe sleeping on it will give me some clarity." You say and start towards your shared bedroom, Cado right on your heels. After you're out of earshot, Harry looks at Palmer who is sitting by his feet waiting to be spoiled. "What? Don't look at me like that you. I'm on her side, I just don't know how to help her, I can't jeopardize us again, I just want her to know that I'll be right here, no matter what she decides." When H finally gets upstairs after exercising Palmer for the night so he actually sleeps, you're already tucked in bed, curled up with Cado, and facing away from him. Usually you wait and watch for him to lay beside you, and start giving you millions of bedtime kisses. Tonight he heads straight for a shower. When he does slip into bed he quickly kisses the back of your head, just reminding you that he's still here. You fight the urge to make him cuddle you and settle for the fingers gently playing with your hair. Palmer settles in between the two of you since this way he can get more attention, his head is nudging into your back and you find yourself quickly succumbing to the call of sleep.

"Spinning Out Waiting For Ya to Pull Me In"

"Morning love." Harry says, his eyes still closed, reaching for you but when he feels an empty bed, everything from last night comes crashing back to him at full speed. He finds you in the garden sipping on a tea while the pups run around. Rather than bother you while you're deep in thought he gets started on breakfast bowls for you both. When he brings it out to you along with a cup of tea for him and a new cup for you, you look at him. "I'm going to meet my mum for lunch today." You tell him. "Do you want me there?" He asks. "Just for moral support, I can keep my mouth shut." You laugh knowing full well he sucks at keeping his mouth shut, especially when he has an opinion on something. "Not today, but if it goes well, I was thinking the three of us could do dinner here next week. Something Italian since we both love it and we always make it together." "Pasta and bread from scratch then?" He asks with a small smirk. "Is there any other way with us?" You answer and reach for his hand. "We'll be alright H, and I'm sorry for pushing you last night and then pushing you away. It's, ugh, why can't I ever say what I want to around you." You apologize, but lose your train of thought as soon as a small smile appears on H's face. "Love you." He says. "Love you too, sunshine boy." "Sunshine boy, that's a new one from you." "Stop being romantic and making me melt and then I might be able to come up with a good one." "Never." After a quick yet thorough round of makeup sex, you shower and change into something fitting for a luncheon with your mum. You decide on a pastel pink midi length pencil dress, with floral-like embroidery. Accenting the dress with a simple pearl necklace and matching bracelet, leafed silver headband, and strappy gold heels. You added a few waves to your hair, not wanting it curled but also not straight, you loved the way it made the natural highlights in your hair shine through and add that extra little bit of pop to your hair. You kept it simple on your makeup, just enough to complement without stealing the show. When you looked at yourself in the mirror you looked understated, elegant, and very peerage.

"Wow." Is all H was able to say when you were done. "Don't even think about it H." You replied, watching him eye you like a predatory animal. "After?" "Maybe." It was no secret that your sexual appetites for each other were practically limitless. But this time you were in a time crunch and were not about to risk meeting your mum, looking like you just had sex. H could wait a few more hours.

When you got to the Country Club you were meeting your mum at, she was already there waiting for you in a black skirt suit, the skirt has a tiny silver slit and the ¾ sleeve jacket features silver pocket liners and gold buttons, with a silver tank blouse under the jacket and a small black fascinator and veil to indicate her mourning. "Y/N, my beautiful daughter." Your mother says to you as you arrive at the table. "Hi Mother," you reply. "I'm sorry about Father." Your mother waves off the second part knowing you and your father rarely saw eye to eye. "My darling, I never wanted that for you, and after we had you your father slowly started to become more distant, especially after we were told that you would be our only child. As it turns out, he was having multiple affairs, trying to secure his male heir, but after years of trying and failing your father resorted to the old ways of increasing a family's power by way of a match, an arranged marriage where you end up being a trophy, the day you ran, I was originally planning to take you and return to my family's estate, allow him time to come to his senses. And shortly after you renounced your claim, your father managed to sire another child. Your half-brother, Fitzwilliam." "Wait, I have a sibling?" "Yes dear, he is but 12, only a boy, and your father was never much involved in raising him outside ensuring his education. But he did 'legitimize' him so to speak, he knows a bit about you, and I am hoping that you aren't totally closed off from the idea." "What idea?" "You, building a relationship with your half-brother, he needs it, he’s not the social butterfly you are, would much rather isolate himself than be around people, I’m thinking you might be able to help him out of his shell."

"Actually, my plan was to see how well this went and then hopefully invite you to Harry and I's place for a homemade Italian meal, perhaps Fitzwilliam and his mother could join us as well, as long as you and she are on good terms of course. And nobody is allergic to dogs, H and I have 2." "Yes, Avocado and Palmer right?" Your mother replies and you're momentarily stunned by how much she has managed to keep up on despite the no contact order. Which you will hopefully withdraw after a few more meetings with your mother. "Yeah, I must admit I am a bit surprised you know that." "Darling, there are some perks to being a Baroness, although you are technically in line for the throne, as am I." "Tell me you're not being serious right now, mother, I'm not a princess, I'm a lawyer who dabbles in songwriting with her boyfriend, just sang a song with him onstage at Coachella and lives a quietish life in Hampstead. "Relax, you are not a princess, you're of royal blood, there's quite a difference. Believe it or not, there are a few hundred commoners in London who are of royal blood, most just are not aware. And it was my line that was of royal blood, so your father saw it as a way to increase his status. I was also not given a choice in my marriage, but unlike you I lacked the courage to do something about it for myself and if you are the result of that then I am very happy I went along with it." "Thank you mother." "Someday I hope to hear you call me mum once again, but until then I am just happy to speak to you." "I would like that too, now for dinner next week, Wednesday or Thursday?" You reply and ask. "Let me speak with Lorraine and Fitzwilliam, and then I'll have a memo sent to you at your office, via your assistant, Amelia isn't it?" "She prefers Mia, and she's not my assistant, but she is in my department. I don't keep an assistant, I prefer to manage it all myself." "Well I will have it go to Mia then just to avoid violating the no contact order." "That won't be necessary, I'll have it fixed before the end of the day." Over the next hour you asked your mother all the tough questions that you had been waiting years to ask and she answered every single one of them in detail, she told you more about Fitzwilliam, and how her and Lorraine are quite friendly. Having chosen to make light of the situation your father had put them both in. When you're getting ready to head out you pause to look at your mother, she too is standing and without letting your head convince you otherwise, you give her a quick, polite, appropriate hug. "Thank you Mum, thank you for this, for everything we discussed today. I'll be waiting for your letter or call.” You say as the two of you walk out. When you return home, H is waiting by the door to greet you like a lovesick puppy. The wet sloppy kiss you receive also reminds you of a puppy, of which you have two that are also begging for your attention and happy to have you home.

“I Can See You’re Lonely Down There”

It’s Thursday, the day you and Harry are having dinner with your mum, half-brother, and his mum. If all goes well H wants to do another dinner next week with the addition of his mum and his sister, maybe even invite his father. Your nerves are starting to get the better of you, you know that you and H still have secrets between you, you especially, there are so many things that happened in your five years away from him that haunt you to this very day. Some of them you’re a little surprised he doesn’t seem to know about, but then again, your father had it buried in a snap of his fingers. But tonight is about looking forward not dwelling in the past. Tonight is about the bond blood can create, reuniting as an albeit slightly dysfunctional family, but still a family. You’re going back to your roots and sharing them with the man you love. “Morning Lovie,” H says as he brings you breakfast in bed this morning. He made pancakes, but not just any pancakes, these pancakes are stuffed with cheesecake, and are drizzled in chocolate and caramel sauce. You smile brightly at the gesture and the two of you spend the next hour cuddling and enjoying the delicious food. Once it’s gone you turn to H, "just wanna change and then I’ll meet you down in the kitchen."

You knew this would take most of the day, you two have a lot to make, and cooking in the kitchen together with H is one of your favorite things to do. He wears skimpy shorts, no shirt, a pair of socks so he can dance around the kitchen while cooking, and a damned claw clip holding back his messy curls. The damned clip gets you soaked every time but you wouldn’t change a thing, being horny and desperate just up the level of difficulty and amount of concentration needed to properly execute the recipe and you love the pressure just like you love a challenge, sides, H always fixes it. Today you decided to tease him a bit by wearing a y/f/c (your favorite color) bra and panty set, the set itself is basic and plain, but when you put on your white crochet mini over it you know it will drive him crazy, especially when you add the rose gold choker that has the letters ‘H⬪S’ in the middle. You also stick with socks only on your feet so you can dance around with H, knowing he’d pull you around regardless. When you enter the kitchen, in addition to his standard cooking fit, he added the pink frilly apron you got him for his birthday the first year you were together. When you see how he also used a pink claw clip you can’t help but giggle which alerts Harry to your presence, not that he didn’t know you were there because he did, but he allowed himself to look at you after the giggle.

“Oh, fuck me,” he groaned seeing what you were wearing. “How am I supposed to cook when you look like that.” he adds, his eyes darkening with lust. “Now you know how I feel watching you dance around the kitchen in skimpy shorts, sometimes just your briefs, without a shirt, a towel over your shoulder, and your hair in of those damned clips that make me fucking swoon, you dolt.” you counter and he just smirks. “Ya know, it does feel like a brief kinda day,” he comments and slips his shorts off, right in front of you, turning around to show off his ass that you love. “Is that the game we’re playing H?” you ask and even the score by removing your bra and panties, but leaving the cover on. “Let’s start cooking before I end up fucking you on the cleaned and sanitized counters.” You bite back a moan and nod your head. “Words, lovie.” “Oh for fucks sake, just fuck me out of my misery H, please, we can re-clean them and still have enough time to do everything, plus have time for our oomph.” You are cut off by H melding his lips with yours and demanding access to your mouth. He pulls the tie on the front of the cover free and gives both of your ass cheeks a good slap before completely removing the cover. “Open,” he demands, one you eagerly comply with, especially because you can tell he is feeling very much his dominant, alpha male self today. He spits directly onto your tongue, before resealing his lips with yours, his tongue spreading it all over the inside of your mouth. Pulling back just a bit, he smirks before running a single finger through your dripping folds, he brings it back up and smears it all over your lips before kissing them clean. Then he goes back for more, but this time he has you suck yourself off of his finger, repeating the last one again, only with two fingers and licking them clean himself. All while somehow keeping his eyes locked on yours, and yours locked on his, unable to look away even if you wanted to. “S’ fucking delicious, baby, could eat you all fucking day for the rest of my entire fucking life and still not have enough.” You moan at his words and grip the sides of his apron to pull him flush against you. His hands return to your ass, then a bit lower where he slaps so you know to jump. “Y’ve got me so fucking whipped I can’t even go 24 hours without fucking your tight, pretty little cunt.” his words are like pouring gasoline on a bonfire in the middle of a fucking forest, igniting every nerve in your body, to the point where it moves of its own volition, grinding your bare, drenched cunt against his brief covered cock, staining them with your arousal. “Fucking drenching my cock and its not even out yet doll, fucks.” he says, his voice almost a moan.

“OH GOD, please H, please just split me in fucking half with your cock, can’t wait anymore.” You cry out, on the verge of an orgasm. “Gonna come already baby, ‘ve barely touched your cunt.” “DON”T FUCKING CARE H, JUST FUCK ME, WANNA COME SO BAD!” you whine and plead and beg. “PLEASE! FUCKING PLEASE H!” before your body even has time to register, his briefs are off and his cock is pressing at your entrance waiting for you to tip over that blissful edge before he slides in. He knows your tight, you’re always fucking tight, but he also knows you like the initial bit of pain. He ruts once, twice, thrice, never entering you just rubbing against you and giving your ass cheeks a nice, rough pinch on each rut. That was all it took to tip the scales and send you tumbling over. Knowing he can build up a nice gush, he pinches at your clit before rubbing over your slit, left and right, only using two fingers, but moving them faster and faster. Just until he feels you stop pulsing with aftershocks from your orgasm and places his tip against you once again before finally slamming himself forward, giving you that rough first thrust which has you letting out a surprised yelp and a pleasured scream. “YES! FUCK H!” you scream and pant, H never letting his pace or force falter. A quick glance to his face shows his gorgeous green irises gone, swallowed by his dark desire, and you know he’s chasing his own orgasm, still paying the slightest bit of attention to you, as he wants you to squirt all over his cock when he comes, he knows exactly how to get you there, and exactly how to time it with him, He knows your body better than he knows where the nearest Gucci store is. Better than he knows even his own fucking body. He can play yours like a fine tuned guitar, which string to pluck, when and where to strum, and what to press on when. So even though 99% of him is a primal, savage beast right now, there is always part of him focused completely on you. And when he slides against that spongey part inside you, over and over again, you know you’re done for, you know what’s going to happen, and he knows it too, knowing what he can do to you, how well he can play your body has his balls tightening, ready to explode, his thrusts falling out of rhythm, his movements becoming sloppier and more erratic, and as soon he feels that first bit of release, he pinches your clit again and takes you over with him. Gushing all over his cock, all over the counter and floor, turning the once clean kitchen into a sticky sexy mess. When you’ve both emerged from your orgasmic hazes, he can’t help but laugh and lick you clean as best as he can before grabbing a towel and helping you off the counter. “Oopsies.” You say with your most innocent smile, which has him laughing again and the sound of his laughter is so contagious you can’t help but laugh with him.

“Don’t You Know That I Am Right Here”

After recleaning the entire kitchen(a deep, deep clean), changing out of your sticky clothes, and one last kiss, you and H actually get to work prepping dinner, he starts on the garlic bread, while you make the strawberry gelato so it can get into the freezer in time. Then you shift your focus to the alfredo sauce, and the baked chicken seasoned only with salt, pepper, a bit garlic, and a hint of onion. When H finishes the garlic bread and gets it into the proofing drawer in your kitchen, he goes to town on the pasta. The two of you ended up deciding on linguine rather than fettuccine, you just like the way it cooks a little bit better. When the pasta is ready to cook he pulls the cheesy meatballs you prepped the previous day out of the fridge and rolls them in the seasoning you use, so they are ready for you to pan fry. Finally he turns his attention to hunting down some limoncello and one of his italian red wines that he thinks your mother will like. In addition to the sparkling white grape juice the two of you picked out for your half-brother. Once everything is going, you watch the food while he runs up to shower and change. He comes back in the suit he wore onstage during LOT in Dallas, the pink one with the flowers that makes you happy, because he wears it so well. “It was this one or the rainbow one from Late Late 2017.” He comments when he catches you staring. “Harry Edward Styles, you know damn well that the suit you’re wearing right now is my second favorite suit of yours.” “Your second favorite, I thought this one was your favorite.” “Nope. And I’m not telling you which one is my favorite, you’ll tease me with it.” You answer and add, “I might tell you tonight though if you behave.” “Your turn Lovie,” he says and takes over food watch. You shower quickly and change into a rose colored tank style jumpsuit with a belted waist, keeping it classy and elegant, but the casual kind of classy and elegant.

About 15 minutes after you are both ready, your phones chime with a gate request. “They’re here.” You say, the nerves returning. “Breathe, It’s ok, we’ve got this. Together.” H reminds you after approving the gate request. Your mum enters first with a young couple behind her, the woman appears to be about your age. And hiding behind the woman is a boy, your half-brother. “Y/N this is Lorraine, her boyfriend Andrew, and your brother, Fitzwilliam.” Your mum says, introducing everyone. “And this is my daughter Y/N and her boyfriend Harold.” “Yeah, i got that, you really don’t need to introduce Harry Styles.” Lorraine comments, slightly starstruck. Yeah, you can already tell you’re going to like her. “Its lovely to meet you as well Y/N,” Lorraine adds. “I apologize by the way, When your mother said we’d be having dinner at your boyfriend Harold’s house, I didn’t realize she was referring to Harry Styles.” “I take it you’re a fan,” Harry says to Lorraine. “She’s quite the fan of yours, and now that I’ve met you, I might have to give her that one.” Andrew chimes in. “Hey, Fitz, this is the guy that sings Watermelon Sugar,” Lorraine says to her son. “Fitz adored that song when he was 8.” Harry swallows, and you look at him and smile. “Definitely has a fun kinda vibe to it. It’s one of my favorites of Harry’s as well.” You say. “Fitz, would you like to hear a secret?” You ask the boy and when he nods you pull him a few steps down the hall while Harry leads the adults into the open kitchen/dining room/living room area.

“So Harry doesn’t know i’m doing this, and you can’t tell him I showed you, he is very protective of this space.” You say, leading him down to the basement. You open the door to H’s studio and watch as Fitz’s eyes travel along all the awards and certification records. You go to a small closet while Fitz looks at things and pull out a size small TPWK hoodie, and an autographed Fine Line cd. “Here, these are for you.” You say to him and hold out the hoodie and cd. He takes them excitedly and smiles at you. “Thank You Y/N.” Fitz says to you and it makes your heart happy because he hasn’t said a word all night until now. “May I?” He asks, pointing to the piano. “You play?” You ask and he gives you an ‘mhmm’ so you let him approach the piano. When he sits on the bench and places his hands properly before beginning to play, no book or sheet music in front of him. It takes you a few moments to recognize the song he’s playing, As It Was. Those same notes that you and H wrote together over two years ago. It makes you smile and also has you wondering if your and Harry’s kids would be this musically inclined. “Wow.” Harry’s voice says from the doorway, everyone else close by. “That was really good, remember sitting there and writing it together Y/NN?” H adds. “Of course I do H.” You answer. Fitz quits playing and runs over to Lorraine saying, “Mumma, look what she gave me, look, look what I got.” Lorraine and Andrew both look at you, surprised he’s talking as much as he is. Tears are actually forming in Lorraine’s eyes. H hugs you closer to his side as the moment sinks in. “Well, dinner won’t serve itself, unless of course someone here can do magic?” You say and everyone laughs before you all head back upstairs. After dinner, Andrew pulls you aside, and Lorraine joins soon after, Harry is chilling with Fitz, who has opened up a great deal in just a few short hours. “How did you do that?” Lorraine asks you. “I don’t actually know,” You reply, “Well, whenever you want to work another miracle on him, call me and we’ll figure out a time and place.” She adds. “Absolutely, maybe the two of us could do lunch tomorrow and talk, or indulge in some healthy gossip?” You say, wanting to actually turn Lorraine into a friend, not just your ‘half-brother’s mum’. “I’d like that.” She answers and the two of you exchange numbers. “Come on Fitz, time to go.” Andrew calls, Harry and Fitz both join you. Your mother making her way over shortly after. “You know, the two of you will make wonderful parents… when you’re ready of course.” There was a moment of silence before Harry spoke up. “Someday, when it happens for us, i’m sure we will.” He says, looking at you the entire time. “Well, it was a pleasure to meet you Y/N, and you as well Harry.” Andrew comments, you and Harry walk them out. Fitz hugs both you and Harry before leaving. “Bye Y/N, I’m glad you’re my sister. Bye Harry, you’re the coolest.” Fitz says as he hugs each of you. “Bye Fitz, I’m glad you’re my brother.” You say and Harry adds, “You’re pretty cool too, don’t underestimate yourself bud.” With that he gets in the car and you watch as they all leave.

Immediately after they've all pulled out of the drive, Harry turns to you. "So, which of my suits is your favorite?" He asks, the smirk already on his face. "I think you know." You reply. "I think I do as well, but I still want to hear you say it." "And I'm waiting for you to get so impatient you just stay guessing." "The Purple Paisley one." He responds. "Got it in one, you cocky, egotistical, messy, loving, sexy as fucks, man that I love." "But I also know that you love all of my suits and all of my stage clothes. Miss 'I'm just going to borrow your pink Coachella vest for the night and the rest of the outfit that I still haven't gotten back." "And that one you are NEVER EVER EVER EVER getting back, that one is mine now." You reply as Harry tickles your sides while you make your way upstairs.

“Spinning Out Waiting For Ya”

It’s been a little over six weeks since you first met Lorraine, Andrew, and Fitz. The family dinner H wanted to have got postponed, and its happening tomorrow night, you and Harry are hosting. It will be the two of you, Anne, Gems, and Desmond, Harry’s step-brother Mike might also join you, plus Lorraine, Andrew, Fitz, and your mum. “Y/NN, would you mind if I invite Sarah, Mitch, and Scout?” Harry asks you while the two of you are cuddling on the couch. “That might actually be a good idea, should I see if Mia wants to join as well?”

“Let’s do it, keep it small, but we have both blood and chosen families.” He answers and you tilt to capture his lips with yours, thanking him for putting as much thought into this as you. You spend the rest of the day being lazy and also planning out the meal, After deciding on doing individual homemade pizzas, you and H fall into bed and despite how lazy you were today, you fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow, the dogs joining immediately, but H gets his spot before Palmer can steal it from him. When you wake up the next morning, you and H go for a jog with the pups, pick up breakfast on the way back, and clean the house together before showering together. You are most definitely not teasing H in the shower, oh fuck it, you so are. He knows it to, so when you go to accidentally bump him again, he grabs your hips and pulls you into him. His chest is pressed flush against your back, his cock hard as steel and wedged between your ass cheeks, and he’s holding you in place with a firm grip on the front of your hips, formally known as ‘the column’ its one of your shared favorites because it doesn’t necessarily look explicit at first glance.

“Will you quit being a bratty fucking temptress, or do I have to fuck it out of you?” H whispers into your ear and follows it up with a slap to your right nipple. You moan but don’t give him a coherent answer so he slaps your left. When you still don’t answer, he has his answer but changes his tactic to get you to speak. A quick slap directly over your clit has you talking and behaving in an instant. “Fuck me.” You whine, “Do you want me to prep you? It’s the only orgasm your going to get.” He asks, almost growling the last part. There is something about his face buried between your thighs that makes him go absolutely feral, whether he’s actually eating you out, or getting himself off in a hotel after a show to the thought of eating you out, his dick reacts the same way to both.

“Please H.” You whimper and that’s all he needs to hear before picking you up and immediately slamming you into the wall of the shower, your legs over his shoulders, cunt resting on his face. He inhales deeply, absorbing as much of your scent as he can, knowing he could never get enough. Not to mention the lingering reminder of being back on tour, and even though it’s the European leg, he knows you won’t be able to join him, having too much to do at the firm. “God baby, gonna miss tasting you everyday while i’m gone.” he sighs before returning to his meal that consists of you and only you. Alternating between licking, sucking, and small bites, he built you up to your edge in no time and now has you teetering there, when he sucks your clit into his mouth and begins to whip his head from side to side, you know you’re done for. He smirks to himself and greedily slurps up every last drop of your orgasm, while rubbing circles into your thighs as you come back down from the high. He slowly stands, still keeping you locked against the wall and his body. Immediately after you regain a semblance of balance, you wiggle out of his grasp and drop to your knees. You manage to catch him offguard with a few teasing kitten licks to his leaking slit, before sitting back on your knees and looking up at him, you stick your tongue out and he spits on it before answering your silent request. “Words, but don’t you dare swallow, doll.” You take a quick breath before speaking, slowly so you can be understood without question.

“Fuck my face please H.” “Good fucking girl,” he answers and places the tip of his cock on your once again outstretched tongue. Moving his spit around your tongue with his tip for a just a few seconds before giving you what you asked for. He doesn’t relent either, going in and out, a solid grip on your head to help maximize the friction and pace. “Fucking made for my cock baby aren’t ya.” “All your fuckholes are, they’re all mine, y'mouth, y'cunt, and y'sweet little asshole, all made just for me and my cock. Fuck, just like that, take it, fucking take it baby.” H pulls you off for a quick breath before putting you right back in place, your nose pressed into his pubic hairs, and his balls against your chin. He keeps one hand on your head and moves the other to your throat for a slight squeeze. He can feel his cock down your throat and with his hand choking you slightly, you feel it even more than you already do. H knows you like it, and knows you prefer to tap out so he holds you there, rutting slightly, just enough to hear his balls slap against your chin. You give his left ass cheek a small slap and he pulls out completely. “Thank you H,” you croak. “Up, now.” He demanded and almost just pulled you up himself, he was on edge himself, and knew time was running short, so he quickly spun you so you could lean your hands against the shower wall as he fucked you mercilessly from behind. Just as his orgasm surfaced, he felt you spasm around him, indicating you were coming again, even after he told you that you were only getting the one, oh yes, he was ready to punish you with a nice twelve to eighteen hour edging session, god he loved them. Mostly because they didn’t happen often, in the going on three years the two of you had been together, it had happened three times, this one made it four. When he started thinking about it, it was as if his orgasm just kept going and going and going. “Fuck Harry.” You whispered. “You do realize what this means right baby?” He spoke, a tinge of huskiness in his voice. “Mmm, yeah, i know. This weekend, promise.” You answered. That was an acceptable timeline seeing as it would probably be the last time you two got to fuck before he leaves monday afternoon.

The two of you finally got clean, a splash battle taking place while Harry was taking too long washing his hair. “Hey, these messy curls you like so much take effort.” He teased you. So you splashed him, and he just had to splash you back. By the time you were both out of the shower, you had less than an hour to get ready. Your hair ended up in a diagonal fishtail which you wrapped into a bun that sat just under your ear. A dusty blue floral dress, white flats, and your sunflower anklet from H. Speaking of H, he was looking sexy as always in a denim suit with a white tank. “I hope Fitz likes his present, i’d love to bring out a piano at Wembley and have him play a song or two with me.” H says, kissing the top of your head as you start getting things pulled out for the pizzas. “H, you are the only person I know who would actually pull a twelve year old boy onstage with you in front of an already sold out crowd of 90 fucking thousand, four nights in a row. And design and purchase a full size piano for said boy. Like seriously, I’m almost jealous of it, and I for sure would be if said little boy wasn’t my little half-brother who is an absolute gem.” You answer and H looks at you, almost as if he was hoping you’d be jealous. “Oh, don’t you worry darling, you’ll get your turn.” He says with a smirk, and just as you’re about to reply the gate notification goes off. “I’m not done pestering you about this yet.” you say and emphasize it with a firm finger poke to his chest. H being H just laughs out loud while you go out to greet Lorraine, Andrew, and Fitz.

“Y/N!!!!!” Fitz hollers, jumping out of the car and running up to give you a big hug. “Who are you and what have you done with my shy little brother Fitz?” you laugh but hug him back. “I don’t know how you and Harry managed to do it, but even his teachers have noticed the difference, he’s speaking up in class, making actual friends, and he gave an entire presentation without a single stutter.” Lorraine says to you. “Well if that’s the case, I’d say he’s earned the present I have for him.” Harry adds walking outside. “HARRY! GUESS WHAT!” Fitz says, jumping up and down excitedly. “You climbed Mount Everest? Got cast in a hollywood movie? Somehow gained superpowers? Kissed a girl?” Harry starts throwing random guesses out and you elbow him for the last one. “H!” “Ew, kissing.” Fitz says with a shudder, indicating his disgust for the concept. “It’s not so bad once you get it right kid.” H says and ruffles his hair a bit. “Now what did you want to tell me?” “I can play Matilda on the piano now. I wanted to learn it after I saw a youtube video of you and my sister singing it together.” Fitz says, and you about cry at how thoughtful this kid is. “Well… maybe we’ll have to have a concert tonight. If your sister is ok with it of course.” H replies and they both turn to you with the sad puppy dog eyes that H taught him.

“Nope, not happening.” You say at the same time Anne gets out of her car and says, “That sounds like a wonderful idea young man. You must be Fitzwilliam, but my baby boy Harry here tells me you go by Fitz, is that right?” Anne holds out a hand for a shake but the new bubbly and social Fitz goes straight for a hug. “If Harry’s your baby, then you’re his mum, Anne, who likes Y/N better than you like your own son Harry. At least that’s what Harry told me.” “Harry Edward Styles!” Anne says sternly to H. “Fitz, you weren’t supposed to tell her that. You silly kid.” “Well, then again, you are quite the handful, always have been.” Anne adds and you laugh, hugging her tight. “See, my point exactly.” Everyone laughs just as your mum’s driver pulls up. “So, do I like her, or not like her?” Anne whispers to you. “You’ll like her Anne.” “Glad to hear it.” “Hi, Mum.” you say and embrace your mother.

“Baroness Y/L/N.” Harry greets your mother, she swats the greeting away. “I do believe i’ve told you to call me Isabelle, Harold.” “Apologies m’am, but my mother raised me better than that.” “I raised you to treat your elders with respect which includes addressing them how they wish to be addressed Harry.” Anne scolds him. “Thank you Anne, and I would also like to thank you for being there for my daughter when I wasn’t.” “Of course, I love her just as much as I love Harry and Gemma. Y/N is an amazing young woman.” “Fitz tells me it might even be more than Harry, but a mother’s love is infinite.” “That it is,” Anne replies and the two of them head into the house chatting as if they’ve known each other for years.

“Damn, did we miss all the fun?” Gemma says as her and Michal arrive. “Gemms!” You squeal and hug her. “Hi. Is your name Gemma, are you Harry’s sister? I’m Fitz and Y/N is my sister.” Fitz introduces himself to Gemma and you can’t help but find it adorable. “It absolutely is, and even though sometimes I wish I wasn’t, I am Harry’s older sister, just like Y/N is your older sister.” Gemma says to Fitz who turns to Michal next.

“Who are you, why are you here, and how do you know my sister and Harry?” He asks. “Fitzwilliam, be nice.” Lorraine corrects him. “He’s ok, his honesty is quite refreshing.” Michal says to Lorraine. He then squats to Fitz’s level and holds out a hand for a handshake. “Nice to meet you Fitz, i’m Michal, Gemma’s boyfriend, and she’s how I know Y/N and Harry.” “Ok.” Fitz replies, shaking his hand, apparently deeming that an acceptable answer. He then turns to Harry. “Can I have my present now?” He asks politely. “Fitz, I love that you’re talking willingly, but you need to be respectful and courteous, wait for them to ask you if you would like to open your present.” Lorraine explains to Fitz. “Ok mum, sorry Harry.” “Well, would you like to go open your present Fitz?” Harry asks him, going about it the right way. Fitz nods and tears into the house so you all follow after him. Fitz has just finished unwrapping his piano model, because the big one is going to be professionally installed wherever Lorraine allows it, but Harry also bought a second one for his studio, so it is currently behind a curtain in your living area until Harry has people come over to swap them. “That’s just a model of the full size one you’re getting, which will look like this in your house.” he says and pulls the curtain. “You can use this one today though, now we’ll have matching pianos.” H says and Fitz hugs him as tight as he can. “So, how many did you buy?” You ask Harry when Fitz goes to the actual piano. “Only four. One for Fitz, one for the studio, one for tour, and a spare because I know the tour one or the studio one will end up getting broken with my rowdy band. “Too true.” “Hope I’m not late.” Desmond says, entering the living room. “Not at all Dad.” Harry says, briefly hugging his father. “Desmond.” Anne says in greeting. “Anne.” He replies. “Hey Dad.” Gemms says and hugs him. “Good to see you Gemms.” “Hello Mr. Styles.” Fitz greets him and offers a handshake. “I’m Fitz, Y/N’s brother.” Desmond shakes his hand gladly and returns the introduction. “Nice to meet you Fitz, and you can call me Desmond.”

Sarah and Mitch arrive with Scout a few minutes later, and Mia shows up not long after that. You all make your pizzas and enjoy them in the garden. When it starts to get dark, H lights a fire and you run inside to get the ingredients for s’mores. “Really Y/N, s’mores? How American.” Mia teases you, and before you can laugh, Fitz jumps to your rescue. “Well I happen to think s’mores are delicious and you should be nice to my sister, teasing is not nice.” He says quite matter of factly and you hug him. “Mia just doesn’t like sweets like we do Fitz, so she likes to tell me to eat healthier sweets, in her own way. It’s one of my favorite things about her actually.” You explain. “Sorry Miss Mia.” He apologizes. After that, most of you take turns roasting marshmallows for s’mores. As the night was winding down, you all went back inside. Harry turned on the spotlight by the piano, Fitz sat down and the three of you performed a one song concert with Matilda. H kissed you at the end and Fitz interrupted the moment with a well timed ‘Ewwww’ but H could care less, Fitz would learn someday. Sarah, Mitch, and Mia were whooping you two and everyone else was laughing at the opposite reactions. “I love you Y/N.” “Love you more H.” Harry just shook his head no into your kiss. You both knew you were so far gone for each other. Properly ruined for anyone else. Everything H did with other people was friendly, whether it be a friendly hug with a fan, a friendly kiss with Lewis Capaldi, or a friendly slap on the ass to one of his band members, it was all friendly, and you knew that, you know just how much love H has. He just fucking radiates it, let’s it roll off of him in waves, but he would never love anyone else the way he loves you. Although you know that with every fiber of your being, you never stop teasing him about chopping his dick off if he ever cheats on you again. And yes, he laughs every single fucking time you say it, you can barely say it without laughing yourself anymore.

“I’m In An LA Mood”

“Hi Lorraine… OH MY GOD IS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS!?” You say joining her at the table she reserved for the two you for lunch. “Yeah, Andrew proposed last night, he even asked Fitz if that was ok with him before asking me.” She says, happy tears starting to fall. “And well, that also brings me to why I wanted to meet you for lunch, I was well, you’ve become an amazing friend, and I don’t have any siblings, so I was hoping you would be my maid of honor, please?” she asks you and even though you are momentarily speechless you quickly recover and agree. “I’d love to!” “Also, Andrew and I were hoping that you and Harry would be willing to let Fitz spend the night on our wedding night and maybe like a week after it. We toyed with the idea of a familymoon, but decided to go the classic route instead.” “Well, the wedding night won’t be an issue, we’d be happy to, but the week will depend on Harry’s schedule, as well as my own, I can’t always control my caseload.” “Absolutely, it’s going to be August 4th. So just a month away, neither of us wanted something large, so it’s actually in the east garden at your family estate.”

“Shit, a month? That is going to be pushing it, but I will make it work. We’re going to LA for your bachelorette party, I know you said you always wanted to go, and I actually have a few clients there with quite the connections.” “You don’t have to do that.” “You’re right, I don’t, but I want to, so are we doing a stag and doe, or separate bach parties? Because Harry would know what to do for guys, although he’d tag along with the girls just for the hell of it though too.” “Stag and Doe, ideally kid friendly, we want Fitz to be there as well. And well, it should also be expecting mother friendly.” She adds that last bit with a smile. “Woah, so not only are you getting married, your pregnant too? Please tell me that’s not why you’re getting married.” “Fuck no,” She says and quickly claps her hand over her mouth. “Lorraine, it’s ok, you can swear in front of me, I am not my mother.”

“Oh thank goodness, i’m usually so good about it, mostly because I don’t want Fitz to start swearing." You finish lunch with Lorraine, and as soon as you’re back in your office, you summon Mia. “Pack a bag bitch, we’re going to LA for a bach weekend!” Mia whoops, as you knew she would, she loves a good reason to get high and/or drunk. Mia has this way of being the party without stealing the party away from the intended person(s). It’s incredible really, and just another reason she is quite honestly your absolute best friend.

So… you and Harry planned the bach weekend, friday on a private beach, Saturday sightseeing for those that are not completely hungover, and sunday in vegas. H is chartering your favorite plane (and yeah, somehow he got the exact same plane he fucked you on during the flight to NYC after Coachella), so you don’t have to worry about oversleeping (H will end up oversleeping, he always fucking does, especially if he’s high), and you can bring all the shit you want, with the added bonus of not actually having to walk through the airport, a car drops you off on the tarmac, and picks you up on the tarmac (God it’s fucking great). Mostly you’re planning it over video calls, phone calls, and texts (a lot of texts with some explicit photos mixed in to ‘spice things up’, classy right?). Obviously you’re not getting any planning done at Slane FUCKING Castle, c’mon its a fucking castle, you and H left your mark on Slane, thats for damn sure. You may or may not have broken a statue in one of the gardens while fucking. It was the second time you performed Matilda with him, the fans eating it all up. You also joined him for As it Was, and the techs ‘forgot to turn off your mic’ so when you started singing along to medicine, well… yeah. It got fixed pretty quick, but it was still funny, and still ended up all over social media. And Wembley, well, Fitz made it onstage all four nights, twice each night, playing Matilda with you and H, as well as playing Watermelon Sugar. Then you had to stay in London for a case while H continued, but you made it to Madrid, Lisbon, and Italy for the final three shows of Love On Tour. Emotions were running rampant at Reggio Emilia, H needing his pre-show shag, and an additional handie between the set and the encores. You and H were back in London on the 25th, wanting a few extra days in Italy, a country you both absolutely adore.

You and the rest of the bach crew flew to LA on the 27th, and came back on the 31st with an extra passenger (but you didn’t know that yet). Lorraine and Andrew got married in the east garden on the 4th, in front of close family and close friends. You were crying the entire ceremony (hormones), but it was during that event that you realized marriage isn’t scary, especially not with the kind of love you and Harry share. You waited an entire extra month to tell him though, wanting to make sure that Fitz wasn’t in the house, and also just to make sure you wouldn’t change your mind. So when you finally were ready to tell Harry, well, you were close to six weeks pregnant, but still had no idea, because it wasn’t uncommon for your period to misbehave and just not happen one month. You planned everything to a fucking T. Got your favorite fish and chips, had dinner in the garden, and cozied up on the outdoor sofa when you were done eating. “H,” “Yeah baby?” “Remember how I told you I didn’t think I ever wanted to actually get married?” “Of course I do, why, did a certain couple change your mind?” he asked, peppering kisses down your jaw and onto your neck before moving them to your shoulders. “Maybe. I might have realized that marriage doesn’t have to be scary, its just sharing your love, your bond, with friends, family, and millions of fans all over the entire world.” “Ahh, marking your territory, I like it.” H teases you more. “Stop it H, this is serious business.” you say, swatting at him lightly or well trying, but he catches your hand (you happened to be using your LEFT hand). He firmly shuts you up with a deep, burning kiss.

“Then marry me Y/N, fucking marry me, we can go first thing tomorrow and pick out whatever fucking ring you want, I honestly don’t care, s’long as the end result is me getting to call you m’wife.” You’re stunned into silence, clearly he’s been thinking about it too, you weren’t actually expecting him to ask immediately. “Yes, yes, i’ll… i’ll…” “Baby? You okay?” H asks you when you start gagging. You bolt up and over to the small waste bin you keep out here and vomit. “Fuck, baby,” H races over to you. “Are you okay? Please baby, please tell me your okay? Do I need to call an ambulance?” You can’t help but giggle, feeling fine now that you’ve thrown up. “I’m okay H, I swear. Must’ve been the fish. But Yes H. Yes, I want to marry you.” Harry didn’t give a fuck that you’d just vomited, he was so fucking happy in that moment, with you that he just picked you up and spun you around. “H, DOWN NOW!” you managed to say before gagging again. He set you down immediately, and you vomited into the bin again. “Ok, what is it? And don’t tell me you’re okay, because clearly you’re not.” He said, stroking your back gently. “Is it bloody week?” He asked and that comment, that reminder, was what really brought the thought into your head. “Follow me, don’t get your hopes up, it could easily just be a bug, but..” “But you don’t think it is now do you?” he finishes your thought. “Quit interrupting me will you?” you say as the two of you make your way upstairs and into your bathroom. Cado and Palmer following close behind, both of them worried about you as well. You pulled a two pack of pregnancy tests out of the bottom drawer and followed the directions, although peeing on a couple sticks seems rather self explanatory. H set a timer, you washed your hands and rinsed out your mouth. After which H kissed you again. You could tell he was both nervous and also minorly excited even though you told him not to be. When the timer went off you looked at one and H looked at the other. You swapped sticks, they both read the same thing.

“I Don’t Wanna Talk To You”

- One Month Later-

“Y/N, you’re still coming to my recital tomorrow night right?” Fitz asked you, and you realized you forgot to tell him with everything else that’s been going on.

-Flashback, One Month Ago- You and H had just gotten engaged, albeit without a ring temporarily, a situation the two of you were going to rectify the next day. But then you vomited, and took two pregnancy tests. You and H both looked at each of them. “Holy Fuck. I’m… i’m pregnant.” “Yeah, you fucking are.” H said, already on his knees in front of you. Pressing kisses to your abdomen and resting his forehead against it. “H, we’re having a fucking baby.” “Yeah, we fucking are.” “H, language, watch it. God I have so much more research to do now.” “Not without me you don’t. We are doing all of this together, every single step of the way, every high, every low, together, all three of us. and if I have to watch my language, you have to watch yours, mama." “I like the sounds of doing it together, and let's just promise to try not to swear every other word like we sometimes do, now, bedtime cuddles?”

“Bedtime cuddles. You are not getting out of any of them during this. You are also not leaving my side.” “H, be reasonable, I have work, I will have to pee, you will have meetings, and you have a little brand called ‘Pleasing’ to watch over as well. “Fine, but you will have someone with you at all times, except bathroom breaks. But lovie, once we take our engagement public…” “Yeah, there’s a big difference between being your girlfriend, being your fiancee, and then being your wife.” You finish his thought while slipping into one of his pink Pleasing hoodies. “Oh fuck me, this has somehow managed to be both the absolute best and the most stressful day of my entire fucking life thus far.” H says as the two of you cuddle into bed together. “We’re still going ring shopping first thing right H?” You ask, excited to actually get a sparkly ring slipped onto your finger by H. You know he’ll be at least a little bit extra, and you love him all the more for it. “Mmhmmm,” He mumbles, already asleep. True to his word, he actually got up first thing in the morning, cooked breakfast, and made tea, brought it all back to bed and woke you up slowly and deliciously. You got soft kisses all over. He started at your legs and inched his way up. By the time he was finally done loving on your tummy and tits, you were a soaking wet mess for him. “Food first, then more loving, then we’re leaving, there will be a ring on this finger…” he said, sucking your left ring finger into his mouth, “...before 2pm today.” “Wow H, 2pm, is that your definition of first thing?” You tease. “Would you rather go ring shopping with a drenched cunt?” “Honestly H, I’m going to end up drenched regardless, so wouldn’t you rather wind me up a bit more?” “You Y/N, are a dirty, dirty girl. My dirty girl. And the mumma to our baby.” H says, holding himself above you, his cock resting at your core.

“Mmhmm, and you H are this baby’s daddy.” He ruts into you at the word. “Fuck, say it again.” “What? Daddy?” you say again and feel him rut again.. “Damn, I fucking love the way that sounds coming from your lips.” he says and kisses you. His kiss is needy and heavy and wet, and you don’t ever want him to stop. “Careful Daddy or I might demand to be fucked.” “Careful lovie, or you might not get to come at all today.” You mewl and just take what he gives you. Which is a few more short kisses before he gets up and hands you your oreo berry parfait. You eat, shower, and dress then H is putting you in the jaguar e-type, and driving you to a small, tucked away jewellery shop. “Why this one H?” You asked, mildly curious, you passed at least four others on your way here so you figured there had to be a reason.

“This is where Robin got my mum’s ring, he had asked me to help him pick one out.” “I love that, the one time I got to meet him it was clear how much he loved your mum, goddammit H, I didn’t want to cry.” You say, trying to blink away the tears. “I hate hormones so much.” you finish saying and H wipes away the few tears. “It’s ok to cry lovie, sides’ your emotions are stronger right now, you feel them more. Thanks to the little baby Styles we created. Now c’mon, the sooner I get a ring on your finger the better.”

H helps you out of the car, and does a little knock rhythm on the door. A cheerie old woman runs out to greet him, “Harry, so good to see you again dearie.” she says, and you just smile at how she pinches one of his cheeks. “Fiona, this is Y/N, my fiancee who I am here to get a ring for.” “Dearie, you agreed to marry Harry without seeing the ring first?" She says with a hearty laugh and you instantly decide you like this woman. "She also let me knock her up, but that's a secret Fiona, my mum doesn't even know yet." Harry says, clearly trusting the old woman. "Well then, congratulations you two, and as soon as I saw the two of you come in together, I knew you were the one Harry mentioned way back when. But for today dearie, Harry already picked out the band, so all that's left is the diamond, you pick it and i’ll finish setting it immediately. What shape?” Fiona asks and shows you a 1 carat sample of each shape. Your eye immediately caught on two, the asscher, a square with cut corners, you weren’t familiar with it like you were the rest of the cuts, but for some reason it stood out to you, and the radiant, again it features cut corners, but rather then the stepping stone pattern seen in an asscher, the radiant gives has a star shape appearance inside the diamond.

“The asscher.” “That is my absolute favorite cut. It is subtle and won’t shine like most of the other cuts, It’s also the one I would have recommended for you. The bond you two share is deeper than any ocean, and the asscher diamond will emulate that with how it appears to swallow you in when looking at it.” "How big dearie?" Fiona asked when she got back with her tray of asscher cut. "Smaller. Maybe a 1 carat or 1 ½ carat." "This one is a lab created 1.55 carat, with excellent clarity and level of brilliance." Fiona said and held out a diamond. “It’s stunning, I love it.” You say and Fiona measures your ring size. “Then I’ll be right back, it should only take about 20 minutes to set.” When Fiona returns, and starts to reach for a box Harry stops her. “No need for that Fiona, its going on right now.” Harry says and swaps his card for the ring. He takes long, purposeful strides over to where you’re standing and grips your chin so youre looking at him. “Once this ring goes on that finger, its game over, you’re fucking mine, you understand that right.” You blink up at him innocently, before pulling him to whisper something to him. “I understand that perfectly… Daddy.” You whisper before backing away. Harry’s eyes go dark, as he slips the ring onto your finger, he kisses it quick, before kissing you, desperately. “Mmhmm, quite a love indeed.” Fiona says handing Harry his card back. -End Of Flashback-

“Fitz, i’m so sorry, I have a lot going on right now and I just got a new case at work that I have to go out of town for, I’ll make the next one. “NO! You promised me you’d come to this one Y/N. Just go, I don’t want to talk to you anymore, no one has time for me anymore.” Fitz yells, and then tones it down but you can tell he is still extremely upset. And at his last comment, you start crying and run outside for some air. “Lovie? What’s wrong?” H asks you when he joins you outside, he saw you talking to Fitz, he knows it didn’t go well, and as soon as you headed outside, he followed. “I’m the worst sibling ever. I just, god, I love my job, but there’s too much going on in every part of my life right now.” You cry into H’s shoulder, probably ruining his shirt. “Well, what about starting your own firm, you can take as many or as few cases as you like.” H suggests. “No, I honestly think I want to just leave law behind except for my family and friend clients, I kinda just miss traveling with you and writing all the time.” you say and H lights up. "Plus the execs want me to take on that client who tried to get me to fuck him, apparently he'll only sign a retainer agreement if I'm the one listed." You add. "You mean that guy whose head I almost bashed in when he tried to grope you right in front of me." Harry says, now rather frustrated. "Mhmm." You respond. “So fucking quit, put in your notice, and comeback to writing with me. Run a remote firm, just you and Mia, and I can just get you contracted through Pleasing, plus I can make sure that bloody bastard keeps his hands away from my fíancee.” H offers, and honestly it sounds so perfect to you, but you want to make sure it’s not a ‘spur of the moment’ decision. “She Said, “Give Me A Day or Two”. So that’s what he did. You slept on it that night, still thinking about how nice it would be. And when you woke up in the morning, you told him. “H, let’s do it. I’ll talk to Mia while we’re on the jet, and put my notice in as soon as I get back.” "You fucking serious right now?" "Absolutely, 100%." You say back and he immediately melds his lips to yours, his eyes intensely locking with yours, all while stealing your breath with his delicious kiss.

"I Go Round And Round"

Nashville without Harry was horrible. But at least Mia was in on your new plan. "You don't have to leave the firm with me Mia." "I know, I want to, besides you and I are 'The Law/Legal' duo. We used to be 'The Law/Legal/Law' trio until Lyla and Connor moved to Spain." "I miss her." You say, feeling emotional at the absence of your other best friend. "New topic, tell me everything!" Mia exclaims and you roll your eyes but play along. "When are the two of you taking it public?" "We're taking the pregnancy public in a month, my 16 week mark. H loves that the baby will be the size of an avocado at that point. He actually organized a shoot with the dogs included." "AWWWWWWWWWE! Gahh, you two are just too fucking perfect sometimes and I love it." "As for the engagement, we aren't announcing it. Well we are, but we're going to announce it and the fact that we're married together. We already worded it too." "TELL ME! You agree, pull up the locked note you put it in on your phone, and show it to her.

"Forever and Always, better or worse, sickness and health… til death do us part"

Image not mine

This is the only thing being posted the day of, every attendee will have to sign an NDA, and it's all being kept hush. Harry wants to ensure nothing gets leaked, not even a crumb is to go anywhere near the paps and other press.

"Yesterday you made me the happiest woman on the planet, soon we'll start a family together, but today I can call you mine in every which way and to think it all started with you proposing in our backyard (without a ring might I add), me throwing up immediately after agreeing, and then us finding out about our little Baby Styles. Can't wait to see where our adventure takes us Mr. Styles. -With Love, Your Mrs. Harry Styles

Y/N, baby, my ex, lovie, doll. I've called you a lot of things. But starting yesterday I got to call you my wife, and soon thanks to you, I'll be a dad to our baby Styles. I loved you when I met you, I never stopped loving you when I'd lost you, I loved you when we found our way back to each other, I loved you when you performed at Coachella with me, I loved you the night I proposed in the garden, and our baby we didn't know about yet interrupted us, I loved you while following you to find out we were having a baby, I loved you yesterday on our wedding day, I love you today, I will love you tomorrow, and I will love you every single day for the rest of our lives. You're my one and only and I love you, my Mrs. Styles. Not even in death will I ever part from you. -H

"Dammit Y/N, y'all are seriously just too fucking cute and perfect. "We'll have a few wedding photos posted with them, but we really just want to keep it about us, and on that note, Mia will you please be one of my bridesmaids?" "Yes, of course, absolutely." Mia squeals and hugs you.

"Satellite"

Well, the day was here. Baby Styles was about to be announced to the entire world. You and H decided on a picture where he was sitting on the floor with his legs wide, back resting against a wall, you were nestled between his legs, Palmer was sitting obediently on Harry's right, getting head scratches of course, and Cado had his front two paws on your left thigh with his head by your small bump. Harry's left hand was also on the bump with yours (minus the engagement ring) over top and your fingers lacing together. "Mum, Dad, and the pups love you so much already Baby Styles!" Was what you both posted. Wanting the message to be the same. Within 15 minutes of it being posted, Harry's post had been liked by over 250k people, yours was at 100k, and the entire internet was in love with your little family. The fans were going crazy, most the good kind of crazy, but there were a few already bad mouthing you and claiming the baby was a fake, that you were just trying to trap Harry. "Unfuckingbelieveable. This might be the only thing I hate about my life, the fans that don't know when to stop. I'm so glad you're okay with having a bit of a security team while you're out. I just need you two to be safe." Harry comments to you after looking at some of the posts. "But H, look at these," you say and show him the replies on the hate comments. Most of them referencing the ecstatic smile on Harry's face in the picture. "Look at all the good ones you have H, don't let the other ones get to you, just focus on the good ones while you show the hateful ones how serious you are about us, besides, we're getting married in a few months and then they're really going to have to get over it. Because I am not giving you up ever, period, end of discussion." "They'll learn not to poke the mama bear. Won't they baby?" H asks your bump, pressing a kiss to it. "Damn right they will, especially with my background and record in the courtroom." "Your mumma is quite the badass baby. And that's just one of the reasons why I love her. How could I not love her even more when we found out about you." He continues to talk and press tiny little kisses all over. "Daddy can't wait to hold you and change your stinky little diapers baby. And you be nice to your mumma, else she'll take it out on me." He wraps up and presses one more kiss before coming back up to your level. "I love you. And so does Baby Styles." You whisper to him.

"Spinning Out, Waiting For Ya To Pull Me In"

You battled the ups and downs of pregnancy, all while planning your wedding, setting up your new remote firm in the house, baby proofing the house, writing with Harry, and managing to have family time with Fitz. It took a lot, but you were happy, happier than you can ever remember. It was hard for you to believe that tonight was your last night as an engaged couple, and being almost 8 months pregnant, Harry was not leaving your side, not that either of you really cared about traditions. And you were back in Italy getting married on the beach. It was just something that felt right when H mentioned the idea and everything fell into place. One of your favorite Italian designers made your dress. Harry of course had Lambert work with Gucci on a new custom suit or well tuxedo actually. It was all black with subtle charcoal pinstripes, the pocket openings were lined with pearls, to match the top of your dress, he had a pink and blue pocket square for funsies, and it all came together with black and ivory gazelles. You were wearing ivory gazelles as well. And you had smaller designers looking for a break, making all the other outfits you'd need for your wedding party. The bridesmaid and maid of honor dresses were different styles in different shades of green. Gemma was your maid of honor, Sarah was a bridesmaid, and Mia was a bridesmaid. Fitz was Harry's best man, Mitch a groomsman and Niall was the other groomsman. That was it. You had Harry's ring in one of the hidden pockets of your dress, and H had yours. Harry smiled, almost laughed when you started practically waddling down the sand. You kept your vows simple and standard. And when the officiant finally declared you husband and wife, you cried into the kiss you shared with Harry. "Those better have been happy tears lovie, because you are stuck with me." H whispered after the kiss. "They're always happy tears when I'm with you H." "Where are we going?" You ask Harry, not recognizing the streets the driver is on. "Somewhere special." Harry replies with a smirk. "H, just tell me." You whine. "Civita di Bagnoregio. We've got an hour and 45 minute drive, so go ahead and take a little nap, I'll wake you when we get there." "Why are we going there instead of going back to the villa we rented." You ask. "I'll explain when we get there, but for now, just rest." H answers and kisses the top of your head. "Fine." You relent and succumb to the rhythmic movements of the car. "Lovie, we're almost there, wake up darling." Harry whispers.

"Hmmm?" You ask tiredly. "Civita di Bagnoregio, also known as the dying city. I finalized a purchase on a home there in late June of last year. Bought it to surprise you, but then we got busy and I just held onto the secret. So now it's your wedding present." "That's an extravagant present, even for you. And why is it called the dying city?" "There's only 11 houses left in the city. And while it is a bit of a tourist destination, it's also quiet and isolated." H answers your question and you smile. "Quiet and isolated, I like the sounds of that." You say and feel baby Styles kick in excitement as well. "And so does Baby Styles." You add and Harry is quick to feel. Giving you his big, dimpled smile the entire time. Baby Styles' kicking has become one of his favorite things in the world. "Good thing I have your present hidden as well then." You squeal as Harry starts tickling your tummy to get another reaction from the baby. When you get inside the house, it's beautiful and you have this amazing view of Italy. H carries you inside, and up the stairs to the master suite which takes up almost the entire second floor. The second floor balcony shows off the views even better than the first floor terrace. Harry has some of it already decorated, but a little of it is still just the basics, his mattress, a hand carved bed frame with matching end tables and a matching television stand. A nice plush chaise in the corner. "I didn't want to decorate too much without you." H comments as you take in the room. "No, I love it, really H. C'mere." You respond. He makes his way to you and you pull him in by his tie for a deep kiss. "Oh. MMMM!" H moans into the kiss. He slides his arms around your back to undo the lace-ups on the dress. You skip the tie and go straight to unbuttoning his shirt, before shoving both the jacket and the shirt off his shoulders. "Eager, are we?" H asks you with a smirk. "Cause you aren't?" You snark back. "I never said it couldn't be mutual." "Oh just shut it and take off the rest of this damned suit, I prefer my husband without clothes. "That feeling is also mutual, my wife." When H let's the shoulders on your dress fall away and take the rest of your dress with it, he finds a new blush pink lingerie set that you had made for this occasion. Harry still thinks you wanted to be 'surprised' by the gender of the baby, but actually, you've been sitting on this one since your 23rd week of pregnancy. When you found out, you laughed, it reminded you of Harry's X-factor audition. And you thought he'd enjoy a spicy reveal. "Fucking Stunning." "I hope you like your present." "The new set? I fucking love it." "I was debating between this color and a baby blue but I decided I liked the pink." You say and look at him. He still doesn't seem to be quite getting it, but he's getting closer. "Surprise." You add and that's when it all clicks for him. "We're having a baby girl?!" He asks, just to confirm. "Mhmm." "Isn't she lovely, made from love." He sings and you laugh. "That's what I thought about too, right away when I found out." You tell H. "And when exactly did you find out?" "23 weeks. So a little over 10 weeks ago. "I suppose that's fair when I've been sitting on this, the house for long enough. But no secrets or surprises for the next baby." "Next baby? What next baby?" You reply laughing.

"I Can See You're Lonely Down There"

It's May 9th, one day before you officially hit full term. You and H both like the name Belle, and have agreed that it should be short for something, but can't decide on Annabelle or Isabella. "H? What about Arabella with Belle for short?" You ask. "I like that. Arabella Eleanor Styles. Though she'll be Belle to us." "Are we agreed then? Finally?" "I do believe we are. Now give me a few minutes. I gotta go call my cousin Ben to say happy birthday." Harry left the room to go outside and talk to Ben. But then your water breaks, and H is still outside on the phone. "HARRY!" You flat out scream to get his attention. "BABY. COMING. NOW." H hangs up the call immediately and gets towels and your go bag and the two of you get into the new Jaguar F-Pace SUV Harry bought for your family car. And by bought he means customized, it was built for you. It's all tricked out with every cool feature imaginable, and you picked the color, Petrolix Blue. You make it to the hospital in record time, thanks to Harry's careful yet super speedy driving. And after nine grueling hours of being in labor, Arabella Eleanor Styles is born. She has messy curls like her father, but in the same color as your hair. You got two days of observation, just because they wanted to see if Belle's weight would go up a bit. Which it did. So with that, you and Harry were parents with a newborn and you got all the gifts that come with it. Sleepless nights, loud crying and screaming, constant diaper changes. You and Harry spent whatever little time you had cleaning up the place constantly. It was hell for both of you, but at the same time it was amazing. Little Belle was usually a happy baby, she just needed her feedings, her naps, and her playtime on schedule. But once the schedule got messed up, she was not a happy baby. Not at all. Harry once called her a demon when her schedule got off by less than three minutes and she was cranky.

"Don't You Know That I Am Right Here"

It was one of Belle's cranky days. Harry had meetings almost the entire day yesterday, and you were absolutely exhausted because she was cranky yesterday too. You got up to feed her on time this morning, then tried to put her back down but she was having none of it. As her crying intensified, Harry was quick to your side and took her from your arms. "S'okay baby Belle, daddy's right here." H whispered to her and she calmed to sleep almost right away. "How?" Is all you asked when the two of you retreated to the safety of the master suite. "She just missed her daddy yesterday. She doesn't love you any less, it had just been too long without me. You get pretty cranky when I'm gone for too long as well, so don't blame her." He teases. "You just lost out on morning nap sex." You answer and climb back into bed. "Come here Palmer." You called quietly and the dog was quick to settle at your back. "M'wife and the dogs are ganging up on me." Harry chuckles and settles in as close to you as Palmer will allow. Harry did lose out on morning nap sex, but he had made up for it by the time evening nap was here and so you went along with evening nap sex. Before also having night night sex. Evening nap was usually cuddle time and snack time, but as it turned out, you had to admit to yourself that H was right, you were cranky without morning nap sex, it had been too long since you felt him inside you, and your body was demanding you fix it.

"Spinning Out, Waiting For You To Pull Me In"

Belle was having a day at Grandma Anne's, and you and Harry were downstairs in the studio almost the entire day. You and H were singing some of Belle's favorite lullabies to record and be able to have for if either of you had to be gone overnight. She loved it when the two of you sang for her together. She also loved watching videos of her daddy dancing on stage. She would try to stomp her tiny foot whenever you played satellite and it just made the both of you smile. "H, I miss her." You whined. "Me too, lovie." He replied. "Can we call your mum and go get her early?" "Sure if you want to make my mum upset. You know she doesn't like it when she has to give Belle up, and that's when she's only had her for an hour. We promised her the entire day, she'll be pissed." "Harry Edward Styles, man up and tell your mum that we're picking Belle up early." "Or… you could call her and tell her." Harry suggests and you laugh. "Are you scared of your mum H?" "Lovie, my mum is downright terrifying when she's upset, she'll pretend she's not, but she'll guilt you into a lot of things before you figure it out. She almost guilted me into ending a tour early until I offered to fly her in instead." "Fine. Then what is your suggestion so we can take our minds off of how much we miss Belle?" H gives you a cocky, smirky smile and you immediately regret asking him. "That's an easy one. All we have to do is make another one." He answers and tugs you into him. You're both laughing but it quickly turns heated when you end up in his lap. Tongues tangled together, you grinding over his bulge. All while still in the studio. The one room in the house that you both swore was off limits for sex. H had a nap room across the hall for this exact reason. There was just too much equipment, all of it quite expensive in this room, plus more often than not, Harry had a few members of his band here when he was recording. "H, not in here remember." You whispered as he stood up and set you down on top of the back of the piano. "No one else is here today lovie." He reminded you, already attaching his lips to your cunt. "Gonna make you squirt all over this room, fucking ruin every piece of equipment in here, then I'm going to fuck you on every single surface of this room. Fuck you and fill you." Your only response was a mewl. A few days later, H and Belle were out running errands and you wandered down to the studio. You found yourself sitting in the nice chair by the computer all the recordings were on. And you were relistening to you and H singing 'You Are My Sunshine' for Belle. After the song finished, you heard the statement that started it all. 'H, I miss her.' you know that at that point you probably should've stopped listening and deleted the entire recording. But you kept going. H ruined you over and over again, and it all got recorded.

"There you are… oh." Harry interrupted the little session. "Is that??" "Yeah, apparently we forgot to turn off the mics." The two of you laugh about it. "I swear, this better not ever end up as something that somehow ends up in one of your songs, ever." You say to him, knowing his track record. "Now why would I share the noises you make when we fuck, with my fans? Those are for my ears only." He responds. "So does that mean you'll let me hit the delete button?" You ask him. "Oh hell no. I never said I didn't want to keep it. We accidentally recorded ourselves having sex, it's fucking hot." He replied. "Then you should probably get over here and stop me." You say, teasing him. "Don't you even think about it!" He answers, sprinting over and pulling you away from the keyboard. "H, be real, we're not the ones usually on this computer." "That's why I have a folder that requires a finger scan to get into it." He answers and drags the file into said folder. "Now let's edit this part out and save the actual song with the other recordings we did. Kid is going to look at all of them tomorrow." You flush, thankful that you came down here today to check them yourself first. "Oh my God, what if he had found them?" You say, starting to hyperventilate. This, hitting way too close to what happened to you before your father died. "Lovie? Are you okay? What's wrong? Kid can't find it now, and he won't be able to find it." Harry says to you, wanting to just give you a hug. "DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!" You scream at him. "Lovie?" H says to you, officially worried. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" You say and bolt out of the studio. Harry is dumbfounded. He can't even figure out what the hell just happened.

"I Can See You're Lonely Down There"

(A/N: This section is mostly a flashback. It contains kidnapping, sexual abuse, physical abuse, mental abuse, verbal abuse, incest, drugs, forced rape, and multiple perpetrators, all of whom got away with their crime. Please do not read if any of this might be triggering to you. Skip to the next line of the song.)

You got into your old Camry that you loved and took off. H kept it in the other garage because you didn't want to get rid of it and have to drive one of his cars if he needed to take Belle somewhere. You found yourself driving back to a place you haven't been to since Harry came back into your life. Your dad's old warehouse. The warehouse holds your worst memory, and also was where you were held against your will for over a month. You arrive and walk inside. You own this building now, but haven't been able to bring yourself to demolish it. In fact it's actually been somewhere you go when you hate yourself.

-Flashback- Shortly after you returned to London after your initial breakup with Harry, your father found out you were back. It was the beginning of summer, and you had already decided to pursue law and enrolled for the upcoming fall term. You were in the studio apartment you rented initially, sleeping. Your apartment was broken into and before you could put up a fight, you were drugged and fell unconscious. When you woke up, your legs were cuffed to a chain which was welded to a loop on the concrete floor. Your hands tied together with rope, on the floor next to you was a bottle of water and a small bowl of crackers. There was a metal door about 10ft in front of you, and on the other side you heard voices. One of which you were able to identify as your father's. -end flashback-

When you parked the car and walked inside the warehouse, you saw your dried blood on the walls, the box of tools you used to cut yourself, and the old scarf you used to use to try and choke yourself. The only room in this warehouse you haven't been back inside is the one at the end of the hall. The one where you were videotaped without your consent.

-Flashback- Your father opened the door and entered the room, a sick smile plastered on his face. He was happy seeing you chained up, thought it served you right for defying him. He walked over to you and slapped you across the face. "Hello Daughter." He said to you. You couldn't answer. you were too disgusted and shocked to say anything. "ANSWER ME YOU DUMB BITCH!" Your father screamed at you. Still you couldn't find anything to say. Your father pulled a whip down from the wall across from you and hit your arm with it. "I SAID ANSWER ME!" "Hi…F…Father." You choked out. He whipped you again, on your other arm this time. "YOU ARE A DUMB, STUPID BITCH Y/N!" Again he whipped you, this time on your leg. "If you won't marry as I told you to, then you'll mother my male heir." He added with a whip to your other leg, before exiting the room. After he left, another man came in and you let him inject you, knowing it would be stupid to fight it. You passed out again after the injection and the next time you woke up, you were naked and spread out on a bed, arms and legs cuffed to metal posts. There was a single light, and two cameras. "Excellent, you're awake." Your father said through one of the cameras. "Now, George is going to come into your room and penetrate you, while I watch. If he enjoys you, and you finally agree to marry him then I am willing to let that be the end of this. Otherwise tomorrow it won't be George penetrating you, it will be me." He says and clicks off so you can't hear him anymore. About a minute later the door opens and you once again come face to face with the ugly Viscount your father tried to force you into marrying. When you saw that there would be no condom used, you felt the tears welling up, and you cried as he forced his way into you, without preparing you. The worst part of it though was after he came inside of you, he wedged something under you so that his semen would not be able to drip out. After an hour you were led back to your previous room. You tried to fight this time, hoping you would be able to hit him right and run, but instead a needle ended up in your neck, and you went limp. You woke up again that night, were forced to eat something, and drink water. After which you received another injection. When your father came to ask you if you changed your mind, you said no. You would not allow your father to control you the way he wanted. He forced a cup of tea down your throat, slapped you across the face again and left. You felt woozy and passed out again. You were in the room with the bed again, still chained down and naked. The only difference was that your father was in the room with you, and you noticed that one of the cameras was turned off. "Fucking take it, if you want to be a whore, then I will treat you like a fucking whore." Your father said to you as he filled you with his semen. Day after day, multiple times a day, your father penetrated you. After a month and you were showing no signs of pregnancy, you were given another injection, this one different from the others. You lost track of time, you weren't given anything to do, you had no contact with the outside world.

When they quit tying your hands though, you started to punch the concrete wall until your fingers bled. And eventually they started tying your hands again so that you couldn't. You don't remember how you got out, you just remember that you were alone, and someone rescued you out of there, and took you back to your studio apartment. You don't remember what the man looked like, but you do remember it was a man. When you woke up, you were back in your studio apartment. You tried to take the statement to the police, they wouldn't listen, you even tried to tell your mother, but she wouldn't answer your calls or letters. You blocked it from your memory and threw yourself into school. Which led you to where you are now. Back in that horrendous warehouse. Your father had sold it right away, and you tracked it down and bought it. It was the first purchase you made after you were hired at the firm. And you just hoped that someday you'd be able to let go of that event. -end flashback-

You sat down on the floor in the room you ate in, and just cried.

"Don't You Know That I Am Right Here"

(A/N: There are some more references made to the incident in this section, but mostly it's just Y/N revisiting the incident with Harry before finally moving on. Again please skip if you find these events triggering.)

Harry had been worried, hell he's currently terrified, he's on his way to the warehouse after Anne arrived to watch Belle. He knows he probably shouldn't have put a tracking device in your car, but he couldn't help it, he just wanted to make sure you were safe. You don't know that Harry is the reason you got rescued from the warehouse. Or that it was Harry himself who actually rescued you. Harry had regretted cheating on you instantly and even tried to find you, but when your father answered your phone, he had a bad feeling. So he hired a private investigator and got you out of there himself. He also made a deal with your father to drop it and not let it get out. After that he went back to his music, he knew you still hated him and he knew Anne would give him updates on how you were doing. But in the present moment, all he could think about was getting to you, and apologizing. He knows he doesn't have the full story. But he's okay with that. "Y/N?" You hear Harry's voice ask when he gets to you. "How did you find me?" You asked him. "I had a tracking device installed in your old Camry." He answered. "I also think I should tell you, finally." "Tell me what?" "I'm the reason you got out of this place way back when. I was calling you to apologize for the millionth time when your father answered your phone and I just got this bad feeling, so I hired a private investigator to find you and then I got you out of here myself. I knew you probably still hated me so I just took you back to your apartment and left again." "You? You're the man that saved me? How did I not recognize you though?" "Well, you were extremely drugged up for one." Harry answered. "I thought I had finally let it go H." You cried and hit the wall again. "Hey, it's ok. It was traumatic. You don't have to ever be okay with what happened or let it go. All you have to do is lean on me, and I will help, however I can. Because I love you, and we're in this together. You know I have shit too. But we can lessen the weight of each other's shit when we shoulder it together." "Can I tell you?" You asked H, no longer wanting to shoulder it yourself. "I would love that." "Well, this is the room I spent all the time I wasn't being raped in. These spots are from where I would hit the wall until my knuckles would bleed. My feet were chained to that loop, and usually my hands were tied. I was force fed and forced to drink, and was usually injected with something that would put me to sleep. Whenever they had to move me except once, I was knocked out." You explained, H just sat next to you and let you go at your own pace. When you stood up to go face the room for the first time, you took his hand. "Don't let go. I can't face this one on my own." "Promise."

So you led him to the end of the hall and opened the door. "This is the room where I was raped. My hands and feet were chained to the posts." You said slowly. You didn't know how to feel, you were just thankful that Harry never let go. After you finished in the room you took him out to the main area and showed him the rest of it. The blood spots, the tool box, the scarf, everything. He still never once let go. Finally, after you were done explaining everything, you felt a little bit lighter. "Do you feel better?" H asked you, you nodded. "Think you'd be okay with demolishing this building, or would you rather do something good with it?" "Both. Demolish this one and build something good in its place." You answered. "I like that idea even better lovie." So that's what the two of you decided to do. Harry gave you a hug, and you rode back with him, he called someone to have them pick up your car and take it back to the house.

"Right Here, Right Here"

Belle was growing right in front of your eyes, you felt like just yesterday she was born and now, well, tomorrow is her first birthday. She's spoiled in all capital letters, and well, you found a shirt that says just that. 'SPOILED! by my daddy!' and you laughed so hard you had to get it for her. You also got her a giant plush unicorn. But that was it. You knew Harry had at least 10 giant presents for her, so you didn't feel the need to pull out all the stops. But her day was perfect, she was happy, and she loved the giant unicorn even more than Calleigh, the cat Harry bought her. She went to sleep that night without a fuss and slept soundly the entire night and into the next day, until you finally took her out of bed at noon. "Just like your father, little Belle, you like your beauty sleep." You whispered to her, gently waking her up. Just over six months later, you found out you were pregnant with your second child. Harry was ecstatic, and the two of you were discussing when and how to tell Belle (not that she would understand the concept). You decided to take her and Mia to your next appointment, so she could actually see it, and then Mia would watch her while you finished your appointment. She was very excited. That is until Henry Joseph Styles was actually born, and she realized she wasn't the only kid anymore. But you and H still loved her just as much, and more everyday.

"Spinning Out Waiting For Ya"

Belle continued to grow and grow and grow. Her third and fourth birthdays flew by, it was six weeks before her fifth birthday. And Henry had turned two a few months prior. You and Harry continued to have a very active, very healthy sex life, between Anne, Desmond, Gemma, and your mum, you and Harry had no issues finding a babysitter for a weekend when you wanted to go somewhere or just stay home with a bit of quiet. But a weekend was as long as you could go. You both missed your kids way too much. Your first trip to Italy as a family of four was the best vacation you had ever had. You rented a villa in Venice. The kids loved the water, and they loved it even more when Mia dropped in to take them back to London. You and Harry stayed for an extra few days before heading home as well. The two of you went to Greece by yourselves for your first ever full week away from the kids. On your last night, Harry fucked you on the terrace. He didn't care who could see or hear, he just had this animalistic need to be inside you. That primal need of his resulted in the conception of your twin boys.

"I'm Here, Right Here"

Harry had to go to the US for a month, it was something that he could no longer put off and they refused to let him do it via video call. It was the month-long event where it would be decided what songs would make his next album and they only had 106 songs to go through with how successful you and he have been with writing. Three days before he was scheduled to return, you went into labor and he was halfway around the world. When Anne called him he dropped everything and took the jet back to England immediately. It was no more than an hour between when he found out and when the jet took off.

"Wishing I Could Be There For Ya"

The flight was long and Harry full on sprinted through the hospital to get to your side, his duffel over his shoulder. When he finally reaches your hallway, he hears a cry, your cry. By this point you had been in labor for nearly 12 hours. You were not in a good mood. "Lovie." Harry said immediately upon reaching you. "Where the fuck have you been for the last twelve fucking hours?" You pant. "On a plane, praying I wouldn't miss it." "So it's your fault. I hate you. We are never having sex ever again. EVER." You say and Harry actually laughs. "Whatever you say Lovie. Now what can I do?" "Carry your own children." You reply. "Y/N, it's time to start pushing." Your OBGYN says and Harry takes a deep breath, making sure he is ready to help do whatever. It only took an additional four hours, but at the end of it, you had two baby boys, Charlie Mikael Styles and Colt Jameson Styles.

"Be There For Ya, Be There For Ya, For Ya, (For Ya), (Be There For Ya)"

Your first year with the twins was rough. When one started crying the other followed shortly after. It didn't help matters that Harry's new album was being hyped up and he couldn't do much to help you between the interviews and meetings and actual studio sessions. Plus with the talks of another huge world tour, big enough to rival LOT, he had to interview and see if he could vibe with replacements for both Mitch and Sarah who decided not to tour again while Scout was in school. He was also worried about Belle, could you guys find a way to keep up on her education while being on tour with him full time? Would you even want to join him on tour? He came in late one night, you were on the main floor with the twins, Belle and Henry were both upstairs in their rooms, sleeping. "Charlie and Colt, still not down yet?" He asked, taking Colt from you so you could focus on Charlie. "Silly boys, don't you know sleep is a wonderful thing?" He asks Colt. "Clearly not, I know I value sleep though. Now more than ever." You reply. The twins finally go down and you and Harry make your escape. "Are you awake enough for a quick fuck? Everyone was pushing all my fucking buttons today and I just need you, so fucking bad." "Tomorrow? I'm just so fucking tired right now H. I can't keep up, I'm a full time mom and I can't even look at the files I've needed to flip through for months now." "I'm sorry baby, you know I'd rather be here. London pop-up shows can only hold off the label for so long. They want another LOT. Actually they want something bigger than LOT." "I know H, I know, but how will Belle keep up with football (soccer) practice? And school? And fuck, I'm just even more exhausted thinking about it. I can't parent by myself H, I just can't." You start to cry. "Ssh, it's ok lovie, it's ok. We'll figure something out. Now come on, let's get you into bed, I'll take a shower and then I can just hold you." H assures you. "Okay. I really do need a fucking tomorrow though, need to feel closer to you, but just too tired tonight." You reply almost whining. "I'll cancel everything for tomorrow then and we can pawn the kids off on my mum, and then we can have a naked day." H says as he tucks you into bed.

"Spinning Out Waiting For Ya To Pull Me In, (Spinning Out Waiting)"

A world tour with four kids and another one on the way was a challenge. But it was a challenge you came to realize that you were happy to accept because it meant that you and the kids wouldn't be without Harry, and he would not have to be away from you and the kids. Something he didn't know if he could do. You had found out you were pregnant yet again only ten days before you were leaving. The tour, nicknamed HOT, which stands for Home On Tour, was a reference to how Harry knew he would feel at home with you and the kids on tour with him. The H•S Dassault Falcon 10x was loaded, enough toys, and clothes, and snacks, and everything else a small army might need for a ten or eleven hour flight. H chartered a second jet for his crew and band, this one was just you, him, the kids, Anne, and Mia. The kids enjoyed the plane, and napped through a lot of it. You and H got a couple of hours each, but nothing major like you would have preferred. You and Harry were taking a little break from the kids in the plane's bedroom and reminiscing about love on tour. "Also, where's my Madrid fit? Oh, and my SLANE fit, I wanted to keep that one!" He asks knowing that they are all hidden in the room you turned into an office at the house. The one room he doesn't have the code for because of the sensitive files you keep under tight lock and key.

"Those are also mine, SLANE, since you didn't let me keep the finger off the statue we broke while fucking in the gardens." "In all fairness, you did make that jacket look really fucking good. I think Lambert wanted to ditch me to style you at that point. That was a day!" "That was a fucking day indeed." You reply cornily knowing one of you would've said it. Harry captures your lips in a long deep kiss as the two of you continue to reminisce about LOT. And when the plane landed, everyone was quick to exit the plane and you were all whisked away in the Humhum-mo as Colt so wonderfully called the Hummer style Limo that you were all riding in. It was about perfect timing for another baby though, because the ending of the entire American leg, would line up with your 35 week mark, and unless baby Styles number 5 decides to take their sweet time, you're looking at being on the three week break before Asia and Oceania, a three week timeline for baby Styles number 5 to make his or her appearance. Hopefully, fingers crossed, but if he or she doesn't, Harry is planning on taking your OBGYN with you. You just arrived in Los Angeles, getting ready for the US part of the American leg. Harry flew in your OBGYN so the two of you could still get the gender reveal when you wanted. You didn't have nearly as much morning sickness with this pregnancy as you did during your previous three. Henry's was probably the worst. On the single day break between nights 1-3 and 4-10 of the LA shows. You and Harry were in one room, with Anne, Mia, and the kids in an adjoining room. You were laying on the bed, the ultrasound cart next to you. Harry was sitting in a chair when your OBGYN knocked. H let her in, and the two of you found out you were having a baby girl. You both thanked her and went back to the other room while she packed up her cart and headed back to the airport for her return to London. Belle was skeptical, Henry was excited, and the twins were too little to care. They seemed to understand that there would be another baby though. Which sounds about right for a 9 year old, a 6 year old, and twin 2 year olds. And well, you were feeling old yourself at 42, Harry was 39, and you two were somehow going to do the whole newborn thing all over again.

"I Can See You're Lonely Down There"

You were in Vegas for three full weeks, a total of 18 shows, and a lot of drunk Harry moments. You don't know which is more attractive to you, drunk Harry or high Harry. They are both extra loving and extra handsy. You're not exactly the biggest fan of the stench from either one, but you prefer cannabis to beer. Although if he's drunk on whiskey or scotch, well, you'd lick that off his lips and drink it out of his mouth if you weren't currently pregnant. The night of the last show, after everyone but you is drunk off their asses, Harry suggests everyone go to the casino inside the hotel. Yeah, not very smart. Especially when he offers to cover the expense. You look at him. "H, I'm going to go upstairs and relieve your mum from kid duty." You say, ready to go to bed. "Baby, no, you're my good luck charm, need you to play with me, just 15 minutes, ok baby, promise." He begs you and you agree. An hour later and well, you're ok with staying because you kinda have been quite the good luck charm. Harry hit a few small jackpots, and you were lucky on the roulette tables. You played craps, and then went back to the slots for a bit. At 90 minutes you were ready to call it, both of you were currently ahead, by quite a bit actually, but your feet were killing you, and you were starting to get a headache from the lights and sounds. "H, can we please go upstairs now? Wanna love on you and get off my damned feet. 'Sides m'soaked from watching you win." "Yeah baby, need me to make it better?" He asks and you know that using sex is probably the only way you're getting him back into the suite. Not that you mind of course, you really are soaked, and feeling rather desperate for a good dicking from H. "Please. Please make it better Daddy, just need your cock so fucking bad Daddy, y'cock's the only thing that will make it better, want you to fuck me, and come all over my belly, Daddy, can you do that for me please?" "Shit baby, let's go. Into the damn elevator baby, y've got m'cock hard f'ya already baby." He whispers, tugging you along. You're struggling to keep up, but he knows that and makes it easier for you by slowing down a bit, using your body as a shield to hide his erection. Which only serves to work you up that much more.

As it all turns out, baby Styles number 5 didn't want to wait, and joined your family just two days into the three week break. McKenna Elizabeth Styles with her long, dark, curly hair and eyes the same color as yours, was the very definition of a perfect baby. She cried twice in the entire rest of the three week break. Even after getting back on the road she was an angel, to her it didn't matter as long as she got to see her daddy every night. Harry would put her down while you wrangled the other 4. Belle was always helpful, usually reading a story to the twins while you tucked Henry in.

"Don't You Know That I Am Right Here"

"Happy Anniversary you two!" Lorraine and Andrew said when they arrived at the little soiree you and Harry were having. "This is from all of us." Fitz added and handed you the envelope. You tore into it right away, like a kid on Christmas. "Oh, OH, OH MY!" You said as you read the short message not one, not two, but three times. "Harry, they're going to keep an eye on the kids for two whole weeks while spoiling us in Italy!" You say and show him. "Just don't wreck the boat." Andrew asks of the two of you.

"Promise. We'll be careful with the boat." The two of you head out the next day, making sure to say goodbye to the kids before you leave. The only one upset about you leaving is McKenna, but as soon as she sees her Uncle Fitz she's perfectly fine. You and Harry spend the first day just relaxing in the house, enjoying your first naked day together in just over 5 years. "Fuckin 'ell, you're always so tight." Harry cursed as he fingered you, opening you up for him. "And wet," he adds after a quick slurp. "Just for you daddy." The two week trip was composed of mostly naked days, and a lot of you and Harry going at each other like teenagers who don't understand hormones, but that was just how strong the bond between you and Harry was. There was no problem that a good hash out session followed by some very, very thorough makeup sex couldn't fix. That and the fact that both of you have high sex drives is likely the cause of you and H returning to London with Baby Styles number 6 on the way. You later found out that this one was a boy, and you and Harry decided on naming him Kaiden Lincoln Styles.

"Spinning Out, Waiting For Ya (for ya, for ya) To Pull Me In (for ya)"

After Kaiden Lincoln Styles was born, you looked at Harry. "No. No more, I'm done, you hear me? DONE! NO MORE KIDS!" You give him the stern voice so he understands just how serious you're being right now. "Babylove, that's what you said after Henry, and the twins, and McKenna." Harry responds, laughing. "I will chop your balls off myself if I have to H. We are done having children, I'm too old for this." "Lovie, you're only 48, and we are very healthy, we go for runs together, ride bikes, box, and keep our diets in very good shape. We'll be fine, but if it will make you feel better, I'll get myself fixed so I can still fuck you, because we don't usually last long without sex. You're an extremely hot mumma and I am more in love with you now, than I was the day we got married.

"I Can See You're Lonely Down There"

Your 91st birthday. You never thought you'd make it this far. But here we are. Old and wrinkly, and to Harry you're still sexy. And well he's still sexy in your eyes as well. So maybe you're both losing your eyesight, but oh well. The love the two of you have for the other is still just as strong, if not stronger than it used to be. The two of you provide the laughs for the in house caretakers your children insisted upon since Harry says he's dying in this house. When he officially retired from music at the young age of 72, he could still enchant a crowd like it was nobody's business. 18 studio albums, 14 time Grammy winner, and 15 world tours. But that is his music legacy. Belle, Henry, Charlie, Colt, McKenna, and Lincoln are his real legacy. Your six wonderful young children who are all grown ass adults with messy curls like their father. Colt is practically a carbon copy of Harry, Charlie is too, it's like they got zero of your DNA and all of Harry's.

Belle is a best-selling author, Henry produces music, Charlie works in tech, Colt took after you, he works in law, and McKenna took after Harry, she is quite the worldwide sensation, and the queen of the next generation of music, her king and husband, just so happens to be Taylor Swift's youngest son, Evan who is also quite the musician like his mother. Your youngest, Kaiden, is a world renowned surgeon in every area of the field. He can do the trickiest of procedures flawlessly.

You know in your heart your children will be alright. So when you close your eyes and take your last breath, you are happy. Harry, well, he's absolutely distraught. Downright refused to take care of himself. It took a special kind of interaction with a long-time fan, to make him realize that he still has a reason to be alive. You inspired and wrote or co-wrote quite a few of his most important, most special songs over his long career. He wrote, recorded, and released one final EP, exactly a year after you died. It was emotional and told the entire story of your relationship. And exactly what you meant to him.

"Don't You Know That I Am Right Here"

Harry made it through two whole years without you by his side, but when you came calling back, he was ready to follow you anywhere. "You look a little lonely H. I'm right here, waiting for you. I'd wait forever for you H, but I think you're ready to let go too. Come find me again my love. I'm here, spinning out and waiting for you to pull me back and into your arms once again." With that Harry opened his eyes, turned to his children who were with him and said, "Look after each other, I'll see you again when the time is right, treat people with kindness, I love you more than you'll ever know." He finished his little speech, closed his eyes once again, took his final breath and pulled you into his arms, for eternity.

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@gurugirl (Queen G, for being my guide to everything tumblr, especially when I have no clue what i'm doing, and because PRIESTRRY never ever fails to put me in a smutty kinda mood.) , @lukesaprince (because you have an amazing perspective that I always love hearing and because RICHRRY makes me Happy) , @fkinavocado (Dreea for always keeping it real, , and for just being fking amazing! And because CANDYMAN HARRY has me feeling licorice allsorts of things) , @freedomfireflies (for encouraging me, and for always checking up on me) , @tiredinwinter (because I Can't wait to see what part speaks to you and your art the most!, And also for being quite literally one of the sweetest people I've had the privilege of talking to on Tumblr!) , @watchmegetobsessed (for being the reason I first went down the Harry styles fanfiction rabbit hole!)

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mirrortouchedsea · 4 months

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She’s 6 years old, crowded around her mother with her sister. Their newest sibling has just been born and they’re both curious about the baby. What gender is it, one asks. What’s it’s name, she says. There’s a lot of chatter and her head is ringing as their mother finally speaks. It’s a boy, the first boy born to their family in several generations, and his existence must be kept a secret, she says, but we will name him Kohaku.

Kohaku Oukawa is born in a room full of life, with two older sisters taking turns holding him and letting him grab at their fingers, cooing over his features as their mother rests. The midwife is cleaning up from the afterbirth and the men are conversing in the corner, but for the second eldest daughter, she feels a special connection with the little boy in her arms. He has the same bright pink hair as her and she’d swear that they both had their mother’s eyes. She bounces him in her arms and for a moment, the entire world is just him in her arms.

The years go by and it's hard not to remark on the similarities between her and her brother. Kohaku is a spitting image of her to the point that it’s almost uncanny. As soon as Kohaku could walk, she had been told that she would begin training as his body double. It was obvious that despite being 6 years older than the toddler, they were remarkably similar in every way, down to the way they spoke and picked at their fingers. She was to be his protector, taking his place should the Suou family discover him.

By the time she was 14 and he was 8, the two of them had become practically inseparable. Despite his isolation, she would always find a way to sneak in toys and books for him and spend time playing with him. They trained together of course, she was often his sparring partner as well, but the moments where he’s alone in the room and she’s picked the lock again and they’re laughing at something stupid in a magazine were her favorite moments. It was important for him, too, to have some sort of connection to the outside world like that.

Despite the large age gap, the two almost always got along. She had more life experience and helped Kohaku with his homework and reading. He always had a listening ear to her problems, though he didn’t understand the plight of being a teenage girl, he could at least offer his presence. Both of them constantly fought with their parents about Kohaku’s isolation as well. She knew that it was for his safety, but he deserved to make some friends. She had even gone out of her way to disguise herself as him like she was taught and talk with the young head of the Suou family and see if he would be a suitable friend for the youngest Oukawa. Soon after, she began to stay in the room for Kohaku as he went out to play with the young Suou boy, talking about eating bugs like kids their age should be.

He tells her about his time with the young Suou when he comes back, talking about how stupid the other boy is, how arrogant, but always with an air of friendly teasing to his remarks. She thinks that it’s great how the two of them have gotten along so well and she’s already planning for when she can cover for him again the next week.

Despite being their youngest sibling, her other sister doesn't spend nearly as much time with him as she does. They’d taken turns babysitting him when the family was out, especially before he could walk and eat solid foods, but as he grew older that time with him decreased. As she is his body double, she spends more time with him than just about anyone else, and her sister has a lot to ask her about. How’s he doing, is he learning his kanji okay, how does he spend his free time locked up like that. She answers them as best as she can, but she knows some things are better left in the dark.

The one day they do all get to spend time with Kohaku is on his birthday. Those chilly February days are always filled with laughter and celebration as everyone catches up with each other and Kohaku gets to see more of his sisters. They always tease him and poke at him, but never too much, just enough to make him flustered. How were his studies going, they’d ask. Why you’re getting so big, the eldest exclaimed, picking him up and squeezing him. He would blush and stutter out a response, which only led to more teasing from the sisters.

The second eldest took part in this too, though to a lesser extent, as she got her fill during the rest of the year. She’d tease him about his clothes getting too small or being too big for him to fill out properly, how he still couldn’t quite beat her in a fight despite all of his blustering that he could. He was six years younger than her, it was to be expected that at least for a while he would be weaker than she was by default after all.

On his thirteenth birthday, when she was nineteen, he finally managed to flip her onto the ground. She told him it was only because he had taken her by surprise, but he held it over her head for the rest of the day and for once, the brunt of the teasing was on her. At the end of the party, she returned the favor and flipped Kohaku clean over her shoulder onto the floor and stuck her tongue out cheekily at him.

That year was also the year she snuck him his first electronic device. It wouldn’t be easy to hide a laptop at all, and a phone would be noticed if it was on their plan suddenly and without explanation, so she gave him a tablet instead. Big enough for him to type easily with his fingers and see text clearly, small enough to stuff under a pillow quickly if someone walked in on him with it out. She set up an email and some social media accounts under fake names and aliases for him, as well as some parental controls just to make sure he didn’t spend too much time on it and neglect his studies. Even he deserved to have some connection to the outside world besides through the young head of the Suou family.

After a few months she began to hear about a new friend he had met through Twitter, someone who went by the name of LoveSwan, or simply Love for short. Kohaku seemed completely enamored with his newfound friend and talked extensively about the other boy and how they just seemed to… click. She was just happy he was able to find someone else to talk to besides his family.

Kohaku was also quickly approaching her height, and might even grow to be taller than her, though there were still a few centimeters between them. It really was like looking into a mirror, looking at him. His youthfulness and his innocence (or what innocence he could have in a family like theirs) reflecting her own childhood that had, in a sense, been taken from her. She wasn’t jealous by any means of her brother, who had his own hardships, having been locked up for his entire adolescence, but she was almost jealous of how he hadn’t quite lost his childhood spark. He was beginning to go through his rebellious phase, especially as the young master of the Suou family had begun talking about joining a high school for idols next year.

He wanted to be free, to see the outside world and walk around without fear of the Suou family hurting him. She told him she would talk with their family, though it wasn’t guaranteed to happen right away, as he was still two years away from being high school aged and able to enroll in any sort of academy. She ruffled his hair and put him in a headlock, laughing as he tried to escape, one last little moment before she left.

It was almost a year before she saw Kohaku again. She had been sent out on a mission halfway across the country that took longer than expected, but it would be worth it if her parents held up their end of the bargain. She peeled her bloodstained gloves from her hands and tossed them in the fire. There would be no trace of her involvement if she could help it, but the deed had been done.

And she could finally see her brother again soon, hopefully with good news. She would never tell him what she had agreed to do in order to secure his freedom, but she would never regret it either.

When she returned she prostrated herself before her parents, asking that they uphold their end of the deal and allow Kohaku to be free when he turned 15. It would still be another year before he gained his freedom, but he would be able to enroll in a high school and follow in the young master Suou’s footsteps as an idol. He had his whole life ahead of him in the light and she wanted him to be able to embrace it however he saw fit.

As she sat, forehead on the ground before her parents, they commended her efforts in the last mission and agreed that Kohaku would be able to leave the confines of their home. While his existence was still messy and complicated, it would be more difficult for the Suou family to eliminate him if he had a life on the outside. She agreed, sitting upright and smiling wide, excited to tell her brother the good news. Just one more year in purgatory and he would finally be able to leave and begin his life.

For the next year, she began preparing Kohaku for his entry into the real world, bringing in more magazines and books and telling him about the different types of people that were out there and how to protect himself from bad actors. She was almost certainly being overbearing, but she wanted her brother to be as ready as possible for the real world, a place she had been free to roam since she was a child.

Kohaku was 15, ready to leave and she was 21 with tears in her eyes as they stood at the train station. The young master Suou had accompanied them and said he would make sure Kohaku would at least make it to the place he called Ensemble Square, and Kohaku agreed to be on his best behavior and not cause trouble. She gave him one last hug and ruffle of his hair before the two of them stepped on the train and pulled away from the station.

She kept an eye on the news about Ensemble Square and eventually saw that her brother had joined a unit called Crazy:B, although their reputation seemed to be low among the public given how they had relentlessly attacked other units. She sighed and wondered what exactly had happened in the few months since Kohaku had left home that had already gotten him in trouble like this, but even she couldn’t help but notice that most of the news coverage of Crazy:B focused on their leader, one Amagi Rinne. Though she didn’t know much about him, he seemed to be shielding the other members from the spotlight. What articles that did focus on the other members scarcely seemed to mention Kohaku at all, instead focusing on the one known as HiMERU who also seemed to take a slightly more active role in their activities.

It was only five months after their debut that Kohaku called her, asking if she’d be willing to help him out. He needed to visit the member of his other unit in another part of Japan, but the rules of the competition prevented him from traveling openly and he needed someone to step in. She agreed, of course, wanting to take this as an opportunity to make sure his unitmates in Crazy:B were treating him well. She would need to disguise herself as him for at least a few days and participate in idol activities with them, and while she hadn’t been trained to sing and dance, it wasn’t anything she couldn’t learn with a little bit of practice. He even told her that Rinne was on board with the whole thing and was excited to meet her.

When she landed at the airport, she was greeted by three men that had been vaguely described by Kohaku but matched the rough image she had of them from photos and videos of their performances. She was picked up in a bear hug by the one called Rinne, whom she threw to the ground in a show of strength. Rinne just laughed it off and commented on how she really was Kohaku’s sister. The other two men were much more respectful of her, greeting her with a wave and offering her some food after her flight. She smiled and accepted the snack.

The next few days, the three other members of Crazy:B had already made an impact on her. The way they talked about Kohaku told her that he trusted them with parts of himself that he often kept hidden from even some of their family members, and the four of them had shared many memories together. She was almost… jealous of the way that Kohaku had so easily made friends with these people and how they seemed ready to do anything for him, though they were easy to get along with and she had begun to tease them as well, she had to maintain her distance from them despite the nicknames and jokes.

Even when Kohaku had returned and she was ready to step back and return to her duties as a member of the Oukawa family, after the Sudden Death match, Kohaku and Crazy:B still offered to take her out for one last hurrah to celebrate their accomplishments. She tried to decline, but was quickly dragged along by Niki to the restaurant they had picked out. The five of them ate and laughed well into the night and by the end of it she didn’t want to leave even though she had to. The warmth that radiated from Crazy:B was something she didn’t want to let go of quite yet.

The four members of Crazy:B had tired themselves out when she finally slipped away, a sad smile on her face as she took one last look at the light of the restaurant. She would miss these men she had only known for a few days, but at least she knew her brother was in good hands, and that she could rest easier knowing he was safe with them.

#shay writes #ensemble stars #enstars #kohaku oukawa #how. do i tag kohaku sister #she's the pov character #sakura-nee #?????#i'll tag her as that from now on ig but she really doesnt have a name. which is tragic #i've had this in the works since sudden death came out and i'm so obsessed with sakura-nee #i want her to come back please happyele i'm on my hands and knees #editing to add that the tense shifts are intentional. dont ask they just ARE

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cactusdeedrawdles · 8 months

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Blessed be the fibro gods that allowed my hands to work today! (My legs though, they do not)

More of the fam! I haven't decided if I wanna make the bad guys a Polycule or just a big group of brothers, tho I'm leaning more towards Polycule (ignore that I wrote that they're K's brothers lol)

Ink loves his "big boy" training that the guys do with him (they're gonna make sure this kid can beat the shit out of someone if needed)

Ive kinda sorted out the first two boys of the group, Rust (Horror) and K (Killer) are just two fluffy "uncles" for Ink that will babysit Against His Parents Wishes sometimes (by that, I mean they'll basically be like "no, you guys need a break or you're gonna collapse, go take a couple days to nap and have fun, we've got the kid")

I think Dust is gonna be more absent than the other two, but not for lack of loving Ink, he just struggles to accept having a little kid around him again, or that he deserves that kind of unwavering love and trust (he raised paps from a babybones, here). He'll come around, for now he sneaks out of his room to drop off presents and scurries off like a rat if he's spotted.

Killer has been stable for a few years before Ink came around, as Dream and Nightmare work together to make a type of medicine for him to take to keep his emotions regulated. (I thought Special K was hilarious personally, and so did Thei when he realised the possibilities)

Horror is just fluffy horror boy, a big ole guy (like, Bara Sans size, he's a hunk o bone) that will keep ink on his shoulders while he cooks. He finds random clothes with blue in them that match nothing else he wears because he knows Ink likes matching with him (the blues are never the same, as this man is so blind it's not even funny but won't wear glasses)

The boys definitely have nostalgia binges watching shows with Ink (they both sob at Bluey secretely, Dust can't even try to watch it though, it's too emotional for him).

Night is a stable boi, as shown a bit in older posts, he and Dream are the same amount of fucked up, but Dreams just doesn't show physically. His magic is so strong that he can't even use it for fear of it getting out of hand, though. NM looks the same as canon but he wears his circlet, wearing the circlets keep him and Dream nice and warless. Helps that they get along fairly well after a very long and very brutal conversation that I'm tempted to write or maybe even draw. My mind is brimming with ideas for animatics and comics and fics and such and I have no time sjnjfnfksg (cmon brain, we work full time and have college full time we have no chance right now,,)

I used one reference here and was lucky enough that the of artist was in the photo, so its in the image!

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