#harry the horse song

[marylily-my-beloved]

Andromeda 'you were once an angel, destined for greatness' Black

[satureja13]

Ostara/Spring Equinox Festival Part 2 It starts -> here

Ji Ho's plan was to sing a Siren's Song to make this festival less stressful/awkward for all of them. But before, he made sure that each of them agreed to this. Ji Ho still feels uncomfortable to influence the emotions and actions of his friends. He'd seen his grandfather doing the worst with these songs and he still fears that the Council made his grandfather influence him to put a spell on Vlad so they could get a grip on him and his powers...

The Easter Egg Hunt still goes on: (3) in the pic above (not the egg-like objects on the table). They are a bit hard to find but there are pics incoming where you can see them better. (2) In the pic below.

Ji Ho sang The Kilburn High Road from Flogging Molly. It doesn't matter which song he sings, he can weave his spells into every song.

'Toast to tears of time's past glories This ageless clock chime stalls Where to kiss the lips of that love forgotten To fly where no others have soared'

Arturo is watching them. But why does he look so sad and worried? Does he feel sad for them in general or does he know something we don't know (yet)? ö.Ö'

It's time for the ritual and Arturo gathers them.

Kiyoshi is inaugurating and blessing the sacred wellspring. The visitors will be able to fill their vessels here and take the healing water back to the mundane world to heal those who can't visit the Otherworld. (2)

Then it's finally time for some fun! They divided up into the least awkward groupings. Ji Ho and Kiyoshi, Jack and Jeb and Saiwa and Vlad. And Arturo retreated to celebrate with his husband Chánh. (2) (There are no eggs in the waterballoon bucket ^^')

Omg Ji Ho!

That hurt - but Ji Ho bravely rides it out. He takes it like a pro ^^' But I think Ji Ho doesn't mind to get nailed by Kiyoshi. He had a crush on him since he first saw him ;) (1) Already seen in yesterday's post)

Little Goat and his Bunny lookalike.

Jack and Ji Ho missed Jeb a lot and they are glad they can spend this evening together. They should meet more often to not trigger the happenings that might lead to one/some of them dying in their possible future should they not stay togther ö.ö. But I think they still live close enough (it's just across the bridge) to hopefully avoid it. (3) One of them we've already seen in yesterday's post.

The bunnies are searching for the eggs too 🐇

Valerian: 'Hey Jack! The egg is over there!' Bunny Jack: 'Thanks, Pal!' (They call the bunnies after their simlish alter egos and this one is Jack's because he has the same hide colors/pattern as Jack's horse Lunatic ^^`) (3) (We've already seen two of the eggs in yesterday's post)

TMI: While researching for this song, I found out that there is also a play 'The Kings of the Kilburn High Road'. It's about Six young Irish working men immigrate to London in the early 1970s. Six, like our Boys :]

From the Beginning  ~  Underwater Love ~  Latest 🕹️ 'Therapy Game' from the beginning ▶️ here 📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 17-22 ~ 23-28

[thebigcomed0wn]

i love you ray lamontagne

[thisismyanimus]

it seemed that searching three words allows you to find all posts containing those three words

with two words, it seemed that both words have to be in tags, or else it doesn't work. maybe unless the post is popular

but what if i write a really long tag? the maximum limit is 139 characters per tag

i did this experiment in this post

i concluded that if your search contains common words, for example "what write really", it only retrieves certain posts where those words are in the text

for uncommon/nonexisting words in the text of your post such as "brasput yabet mituarb", you can find your post by searching just 1 word

for two words in any of the tags, it retrieves the post, even if the words are common. for example "eat above"

[larriescompass]

ways to dispel gay rumors, according to louis tomlinson and harry styles:

1. write a love song, and include the place where you and your enemy lived together.

2. constantly walk away from your at the time girlfriend of nine years.

3. struggle to hold hands with and kiss your at the time girlfriend of several years.

4. repeatedly say ‘no’ when asked if you and your girlfriend are engaged.

5. but do say, ‘it’s confidential, but we’re already engaged,’ when asked when you are gonna propose to your best mate.

6. say you have a crush on your best mate, and that you’ve discussed it and say that it’s mutual.

7. when asked if the rumor is true, smile fondly and say yes.

8. when your best mate is talking about finding someone they would want to date, cough really obviously and loudly.

9. choose to play a song on your tour, where the first word has major involvement with the rumor.

10. when asked about the rumor, turn into a horse.

11. deny the rumor while emphasizing the word ‘obviously’ and MAKE SURE to be very sarcastic.

12. dress up rainbow bears on stage that represent gay artists.

13. dress up said rainbow bears in wedding outfits on stage with a picture positioned in front of it of a man named larry, while signing the photo with the words “love, larry.”

14. when you see something involving the rumor, give it a thumbs up!

15. get matching tattoos.

16. go to amsterdam with your wonderful girlfriend at the time, then come back and write a song where the first line is, “i went to amsterdam without you,”

17. having to adjust your pants because your best mate’s shirt popped open.

18. when your “mate” asks to give you a blowjob, respond with “i’d love it, if you’d just wait.”

19. when asked about your favorite traits in a female, say “not that important” about the person being a female.

20. look depressed whenever someone mentions your child.

21. cover a song where the main objective of the song is to be the girl just so you could be with the guy.

22. get a tattoo that you know people will link to the person involving the rumor.

23. dress up as queer idols for halloween.

24. go to gay bars.

25. bring your girlfriends to gay bars.

26. cook a meal for your girlfriend even though you didn’t even know her when you cooked it, and she was vegan at that time.

27. make a dopey fonding face while you’re staring at your best mate.

28. sexually tease each other on stage.

29. while your best mate is hyping himself up and says while referring to himself, “that’s just sex on legs,” agree and say, “yeah it is,” while giving him love eyes.

30. at your solo concert, point to a replica of the rainbow bear in the crowd that you and your best mate dressed up on stage.

31. change the lyrics of your song from “i love it” to “i love him.”

32. you must wear a vintage umbro t shirt that is very rare, and make sure to have your best mate show up wearing the same vintage rare umbro shirt just a few months later.

33. go completely MIA while your best mate has his off season, and pop back up in public when he goes back on tour.

34. host your own festival and have an artist with a song named “you’re not harry styles” perform during it.

35. consistently use colored lights that are heavily associated with the rumor during your concerts.

36. use art of your “totally platonic” friend’s tattoo for the spotify background of one of your songs.

37. do a photoshoot with clothes from a gay clothing brand that dates back to the fifties.

38. go to the same euros game and make sure to be seen in the same room together.

39. bite your best mate’s back after you deny the gay rumors.

40. look at your best mate and sing “i’m in love with lou, and all his little things” in a totally normal and platonic way.

[motherofdogs1010]

Siren I (Dark!Thomas Shelby x Reader)

Summary: A new singer has come to Small Heath and has unfortunately enraptured the soul of a big-time, Birmingham gangster...

Warnings: 18+ only, eventual NONCON/DUBCON smut, forced marriage, dark!Tommy, obsessed!Tommy, singer!reader, eventual pinv sex, eventual pregnancy, dark shit will be happening

A/N: Song used ''Young and Beautiful"- Lana Del Ray

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Tommy was skeptical when Harry had said he found a singer, the man saying that he needed Grace more for the bar tending than her singing. Harry had said that Grace protested but soon enough shut her mouth once he had found a suitable singer for the pub, someone Harry had said was the daughter of his best friend.

Tommy had been in the snug with his brothers when he heard a woman singing, her voice lulling him in a way that differed from Grace's soft singing.

It intrigued Tommy so much that he stood from his seat, ignoring the looks of his brothers and walking out of the snug to see a woman standing on one of the chairs.

Her voice was hauntingly beautiful as he listened to the song.

I've seen the world, done it all, had my cake now Diamonds, brilliant, and Bel Air now Hot summer nights, mid-July When you and I were forever wild The crazy days, city lights The way you'd play with me like a child

Her hair hung in thick curls and her eyes were drawing him in as lightly swayed as she continued her song, Tommy noted that the other men in the bar were calm as they listened. He never realized how calm a pub full of men could feel even when Grace had been singing away her tunes.

Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul?

She wore a black dress, a odd color to wear since most of the women here in Birmingham tended to stray away from such a funeral color unless necessary. Tommy took a drag of his cigarette as he went to lean on the bar, listening to the song that felt almost like a sad love letter in a way.

Dear Lord, when I get to Heaven Please let me bring my man When he comes, tell me that you'll let him in Father, tell me if you can

His mind, for once, felt calm like the voices of tunnels were no longer existing in his battle-wounded mind as Tommy ignored Grace's presence. The woman singing felt as if she was one of the mermaid singers drawing him into the sea from his ship, ready to drown him so he could be with her forever.

All that grace, all that body All that face makes me wanna party He's my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds

Peace was not something Tommy had been granted since the war, using drugs, alcohol, and prostitutes to just get by.

But her voice was drawing him so well and his mind was quiet!

Quiet, can you believe it?

He needed that quiet, he needed her! Tommy brought the cigarette to his lips and inhaled the nicotine as he mind began to unravel as he listened and watched.

Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul? I know you will, I know you will, I know that you will Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?

He needed to possess her for himself, break her down until all she knew was him and that healing voice singing for her whenever he wanted, whenever he needed.

France had changed Tommy and it wasn't for the better. He wasn't the same man who envisioned himself working with horses and laughing along to the newest joke John had come up with.

Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful? Will you still love me when I'm not young and beautiful?

"Another one, Tommy?" Grace asked, holding the whiskey bottle.

Another song was what he needed and he was going to do whatever it took to have it all to himself.

Her time singing had come to a close that night, Y/N in the back room of the Garrison collecting her purse and lighting a cigarette as Harry came into the room with a small envelope.

" 'Ere you go", he said with a grin. "How's Small Heath holding to your expectations?"

"It's certainly not California", she remarked and he chuckled.

"Ya use to all the sunshine", Harry joked before leaving.

California, specifically Los Angeles, had been her home and before that, France had been her temporary home as she was a nurse during the war.

Coming home had been something of shell-shock for her, she had witnessed blood and guts and heard the screams of men she was treating to coming back home with her mother where she was expected to be normal. She tried for her family's sake, she truly did but in the end, it felt suffocating and thus, her move outside of America.

Collecting her things, Y/N looked inside the envelope at the bills given to her when she heard the door open once again.

"Hello there."

[justmystyles]

Series

Now You're In My Life

summary: a chance meeting at a diner turns your world upside-down and leads you on a whirlwind romance with one of the biggest pop stars in the world.

(More Than) One Shots

(One shots that got away from me, but aren't quite a series.)

Lost (2 Parts) Lose You to Love Me A run-in with your childhood sweetheart brings up old memories, and lingering feelings. Lost and Found You and Harry reconnected a month ago, and he insisted you come along for the final show. when your emotions start to get the better of you, you wonder if you and Harry could ever really just be friends.

End of the Road (2 Parts) Home Stretch As the tour comes to an end, the schedule starts to visibly take its toll on Harry, and you can't help but worry. Crossing the Finish Line It's the final show and Harry charms you into making good on a promise you made last time you were together.

Big Winners (3 Parts) Harry and Y/N have been friends for fifteen years, they finally work together on an album, and it leads them to a night that will change everything for them. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

One Shots

All I Ask*

You're finally starting to get over Harry, what happens when fate brings you back together?

Having Your Baby

You get some life changing news, and come up with the perfect way to tell your husband.

Wallflower

You're sitting alone at a wedding, can a handsome stranger help you come out of your shell?

Line of Fire

You and Harry have been keeping your relationship off the radar, but his concern for you overwhelms his need for privacy.

Coming Home To You*

Harry comes home early and catches you by surprise in the best way possible.

Scars

Can Harry be the comfort you need after falling back into old habits?

Ooh La La

After a revelation on movie night, you and Harry decide to reenact one of the scenes.

Love Don’t Cost A Thing

Harry loves to spoil you, but you're having a hard time adjusting to his lavish lifestyle.

The Battle in Barcelona

A crazy crowd at the airport comes between you and Harry.

Misplaced Emotion

As Harry prepares to jump back into the spotlight, he has a hard time re-adjusting to public life, and it manifests in the wrong way.

Good News All Around

You reach a big milestone in your life, but feel overshadowed when you call to tell Harry about it.

Perfect Harmony

You're in the final days of the tour, and Harry makes a suggestion that ends up changing everything.

Lights, Camera, Action

What was supposed to be just another job becomes the start of something new.

Business or Pleasure?

You return to Love on Tour after an extended break, but after your last interaction, you come back to an awkward situation with Harry.

Reigning it In

You're about to participate in your first horse show, but the nerves overwhelm you. Harry finds you just in time.

Family Portrait

Harry has a couple of heartfelt surprises for you while you're visiting him on tour.

All or Nothing*

You find a new way to tease Harry during a tour visit, which leads to a new way to drive him crazy.

With this Ring

Harry takes his commitment to you to a new level.

Veiled Insecurities

Harry has some insecurities about your relationship, but instead of talking to you about them, they end up coming out in the wrong way.

Heart Song

As a former member of the Love on Tour band, and current girlfriend of Harry, he asks you to reprise your spot for the final show.

Road to Recovery

After reading some negative comments about yourself, you nearly spiral back into old habits. you try to keep it from Harry, but he finds out and confronts you about it.

A Work of Art

After procrastinating for a few weeks, you finally make moves to finish your assignment, but run into an unexpected road block.

He's Not Me

You introduce Harry to the guy you're seeing, and you see a side of him you've never seen before and are shocked by his reasoning.

Sharing is Caring

You can't find your favorite handbag, Harry assures you he doesn't have it, but you see some photos tell a different story

Cantaloupe

In this one shot/flash forward from the Now You're In My Life storyline, you and Harry recap the big news from your family's Thanksgiving dinner.

Like Riding a Bike

Despite being on break, Harry manages to find his way back onstage.

Fa La La La Freakout

You will be meeting Harry's family for the first time over the holidays, and you are desperate for them to like you.

The Morning After

The morning after Harry's 30th birthday, you're hungover and Harry reminds you of your drunken actions from the night before, leading to a conversation you never expected.

Baby-Baby-Baby

Harry meets his niece for the first time, the joy and excitement are quickly replaced with a whole new set of feelings when his best friend, Y/N joins him at the hospital.

Smoke & Mirrors

Harry asks you to move to London with him, but a new opportunity for him makes things a little more complicated than you'd both expect.

(*) - NSFW

For my Harry inspired press-on nail artwork, click here!

[distance-does-not-matter]

right where you left me

and you're sitting right in front of me

meditations on cousins by asta lathan

song: right where you left me by taylor swift

art: the wedding morning by john henry frederick bacon / church graveyard by benjamin haughton / a feeling of flying by mary herbert / young girl reading by john-baptiste-camille corot / a village on fire, unknown artist (flemish or dutch) / still life with books by henri matisse / a hopeless dawn by frank bramley / rx an apple a day by mick mcginty / grass by natan pernick / laundry by carin bengts / the acting manager or rehearsal: the end of the act by walter sickert / girl in a tree by harry watson / the bridge in fog by stafan johansson / mädchen auf dem sofa by peder knudsen / horses in the stable by gustave caillebotte / somewhere, there's a party by holly warburton / thoughts by the stove by iakov kalinichenko / autumn vision by victor prouvé / blue birch woods no. 1 by jef bourgeau / window of awareness by holly warburton / rain (interior) by maya kulenovic / crossing by wanda koop / purple variations 4 by holly warburton

[cosmicmermaidwitch]

pick a pile: your 2024 predictions 🪅

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note: this is a collective message, take what resonates and leave what doesn't ! choose the picture that speaks the most to you ☆

.・。.・゜✭

pile one ₊ ⊹

a song that might be significant during the year: magic shop - bts

an animal that might be of significance: walrus

spring:

in 2024 you will begin to feel indifferent about your current career lifestyle. you will notice that you need help and guidance when it comes to being overloaded with work and responsibilities. this will lead to getting new ideas on how to manage your work, not being all by yourself with it anymore. you are also going to find a new hobby, something that has been interesting you for a while but you have been too afraid to try. dont be scared to try something new, I see that youre scared of the judgement and would rather hide that passion of yours, its time to let go and free yourself from peoples expectations.

summer:

summer of 2024 is going to take a wild turn. someone new will come in, if youre in a relationship already your connection will deepen greatly. a chapter of your life and people in it will be left behind in order to fulfill this. you will be way more confident in yourself, not only when it comes to work but also when it comes to your emotions. I see you embracing the tower moment because you know the storm won't last long. your inner masculine will awaken and dominate during this period.

fall:

during the times where the leafs fall, you will be thinking of changing things up a notch. you will be pondering a lot about what kind of future you want to have. youre being encouraged to not fall down the rabbit hole of constantly being in your own head during this time. I see here that you will spend time with friends, but also with yourself a lot. be good to yourself and dont underestimate your power.

winter:

you will be entering winter with a lot of romance and passion, you and your destined person will take a step further during this time. this might take up some restless nights and make you anxious about commitment with this person. you will have to make the decision, whether or not you are ready for it, I see that deep down you are but your worries blind your vision. know that success is within you, you just have to take the path to find it.

.・。.・゜✭

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a song that might be significant during the year: late night talking - harry styles

an animal that might be of significance: horse

spring:

the spring of 2024 will bring a rapid change. you will be influenced a lot, but will have to find the strength and courage to go your own way. a lot of people will be removed from your life during this time, this will be a good change. it might be hard at first, go easy only yourself and remember that the universe sends and removes people from or into your life for a reason, some stay for a season and some for a lifetime. the ones that no longer serve you will disconnect from your energy.

summer:

after the turbulent energy from the spring time, things will turn out great for you in summer. when it comes to your connections, you will be much closer to the people you love and form a great divine union with them. as well as more confidence, your career life will gain a lot of fortune, you will be in luck financially. nevertheless I see you being in your head a lot during these times, you sadly doubt yourself too much.

fall:

during fall, the universe will send you to your right path after seeing how much you've been in your head. they will send you information that will spark a light of hope in you, this will lead to you finally embracing confidence and taking the steps you were too scared to take before. the exhaustion from life will be gone during this time, its a good period to go above and beyond without taking on a too heavy load.

winter:

the winter time will be nostalgic for you, a lot of people from your past will come towards you to reconnect. this will be a hard decision for you to make, since some might not have treated you the fairest. you will need to go inside and check on yourself, what do you want? is it worth to risk another heartbreak, or will they finally treat you right? these will be questions following you during those times, be cautious but remember that you are a divine being, you will know what to do when the time is right.

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a song that might be significant during the year: broken clocks - sza

an animal that might be of significance: panda

spring:

in 2024, you will finally free yourself. you will find ways to move forward and close the chapters that no longer serve you in the current times. I see you taking care of yourself a lot, being with the people you love and leaving behind the ones that have caused chaos in the past. financially, it's looking really good in spring. some fortune is on its way, maybe in ways you didn't expect it to come towards you.

summer:

during summer, I see you taking that financial gain to help people in need, your empathy peaks during this time a lot because you will notice how life has been giving you great fortunes. people will see you as a higher status after this, this could have pros and cons but nevertheless, you will have helped someone. this will grant them, but also you, happiness and fortune. remember that what you give to the world, you receive back twice as big.

fall:

fall is looking romantic and cozy, a deep emotional connection will be formed during these times. you will both take parts in healing each other, this could be past wounds or insecurities you carry around when it comes to love. this will help you regain your perspective on how you want to be treated and how you want to treat the ones you love. your love life is going to evolve to a higher status.

winter:

winter will bring similar energy, like the one you had in spring. this will be your final realization, a moment of light finally showing you the way. you and your person will make harsh decisions, but this will work out for the two of you in very good ways. the carefree energy combined with the fortune could be alarming, but for the most part it is actually the way you have always wanted to be.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜

reminder: a tarot reading is not absolute. this is for entertainment purposes only!! as a tarot reader, i will offer my opinion and advice, but will not interfere with the free will. any decisions made or actions taken by you as a result of a tarot reading are your sole responsibility. i will be honest in what i see and will not give false hopes or empty promises in order to keep you happy. a tarot reading does not replace professional opinion or advice. no refunds for paid readings !

[karajluce]

Tag nine people you want to get to know better!

Oh well! Thanks to @theladyofshalott1989for the tag!

Last Song? Mamas Gun by Glass Animals. For a reason: I used it for my own answer to my thestral question (find it here ................pls click, I beg you💀)

Favorite Color? ouuffffff.... wine red, sunny yellow (its sometimes yellow, sometimes more orange - I like both), bright indigo, petrol,...

Currently watching? Lets Plays of Indie horror games, Adventures, Sims & Inzoi and ofc the old Harry Potter movies - always

Last Movie? "Hände weg von Mississipi" (Childmovie, i am not so much in Movies tbh...except Harry Potter! - Always

Sweet/ Spicy/ Savoury? Um…I like food that doesn't look and taste so complicated…so…yes and no?

Relationship Status A few nice people, poly & platonic and one person (also poly) who is my most close

Current Obsession Hogwarts (Legacy), Horses, DnD (Humblewood), Kingdom Come Deliverance (Tw: blood and absolutely heteronormative..), InZoi

Last thing you googled? sunny yellow examples🐱

Tag 9 people you want to know better I choose you:

@noelles-legacy / @cesqdarque / @siropdeconcombre @the-chaotic-scilla-aster / @kiwiplaetzchen / @artebris @jeongyunhoed / @heyitszev / @mrs-sharp

[harrysfolklore]

Maia Mitchell would be a good Australian fc

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ask me anything | masterlist | likes and reblogs are appreciated !

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yourinstagram im finally hooomeeee 🥹

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ynfan1 OMGG

harryfan1 HARRY IS IN AUSTRALIA !!

phoebejtonkin my sis is back 🤍

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annetwist Have fun my darlings 🥰

↳ yourinstagram love you annie

harryfan2 harry having an aussie gf is the best thing ever

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harryupdates Harry during soundcheck in Perth yesterday !

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harryfan1 AHHH

harryfan2 the shows are really soon omggg

harryfan3 I CANT BELIEVE IM SEEING HIM

harryfan4 BUB

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yourinstagram first love on tour aussie show ready 🥹🥹 sooo excited

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ynfan1 SLAAYYY

gemmastyles I wish I was there so bad 🥲

↳ yourinstagram I MISS YOU

camilamonrroe ❤️

ynfan2 australia’s very best nepo baby

↳ harryfan1 omg she’s a nepo kid?

↳ ynfan2 yeees her dad is daryl braithwaite, a legendary australian singer !

harrystyles Pretty x

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harryupdates “I feel like a different person…I feel ashamed of myself. It feels so personal! Such an intimate moment to be shared with so many people! I’ll be discussing this with my therapist at length…at length! And YN, you’re a terrible girlfriend for making me do this!” - Harry after doing a Shoey tonight in Perth !

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harryfan1 OMFG THAT WAS SO ICONIC

ynfan1 i cantttt😂

yourinstagram i have no regrets. you’re welcome

↳ harryfan2 SHES SO ICONIC

↳ ynfan2 ICONIC

harryfan3 i need harry to stay in australia forever

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harrystyles Love On Tour. Perth. February, 2023.

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harryfan1 AHHH BABY

jefezoff ❤️

ynfan1 he’s so hooot

yourinstagram you should do another shoey

↳ harrystyles No. Never. I love you but no.

↳ harryfan2 HES SOOOO 😭

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harryupdates Harry and YN having dinner in Melbourne tonight !

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harryfan1 AHHHH

ynfan1 not the sneaky pic respect their privacy

harryfan2 omg i love them i hope people didn’t disturb them

ynfan2 MY BABIES

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harryupdates Daryl Braithwaite (YN’s dad and iconic Australian singer) attending Melbourne night 2 tonight !

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harryfan1 OMFGGGG

ynfan1 AHHHH

harryfan2 a win for the aussie harries

ynfan2 aweeee

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harryupdates “I’ll let you in on a little secret, I’ve wanted to do that for about 7 years. And now…the dream is complete! [dramatic] I’m shaking, I’m shaking! This song is really special to my girlfriend so that was for her, I love you!” - Harry after singing The Horses at #LoveOnTourMelbourne

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harryfan1 THAT WAS SO CUTE

ynfan1 AHHH MY HEART

harryfan2 and her dad was there 🥹

ynfan2 yn has always talked about how much her dad’s song means to her this is so sweet of him

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yourinstagram the horses is a song that my dad always sang for me when she i was a kid, now the love of my life is singing it in my home country, it’s safe to say that i can’t stop crying about it.

i love you, harry 🥹 #loveontourmelbourne

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ynfan1 IM NOT CRYING YOU ARE

harryfan1 i love this couple sooo much bye

annetwist ❤️❤️

yourbrother I’m crying over here as well

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harrystyles I love you so much x

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hiii! could i request a charles fluff where he and y/n kinda have like some tradition that they do together or something. and its just special to them? like going traveling or even something ordinary like cleaning the house? sorry i'm a total sucker for these lmao

again late, so late, sorry! but i am trying to catch up w these olddd reqs hahshdhs. shoutout again to mack who live messaged me ab a grocery trip and inspired much of this ily. title from this

things lovers do – cl16

“And we’re out of limes, I think.” You say, humming as you review the contents of your fridge.

“Do we even use them that much?” Charles asks from the dinner table. He stares at the list, where he’s written the word limes. He holds a pen to the left of it, prepares to draw it across the word, but your own words of protest stop him. What—of course we use limes, you say.

“I don’t recall us making guacamole, is all.”

You shut the fridge, laughing and walking over to where he sits, wrapping your arms around him from behind. Together, you peruse the crumpled list, of words written and erased in Charles’ messy penmanship. There’s romaine, lemon, pasta, ciabatta. Assorted gum, because Charles likes to chew it while working. Coffee beans, because a day without them renders you half-deceased. 

This is a weekly thing—reviews of the grocery list, on the dinner table with two glasses of wine. Anyone can love, but not everyone can sit and be patient and browse every last item of the fridge and pantry to determine what needs to be added. And through the list you’re provided with a window for the week: Monday night dinner with pasta, Wednesday breakfast with ciabatta, a romaine salad for Thursday brunch.

If you told your six-year-old self that your best memories with your boyfriend would be formulating grocery lists, she would pout in your face. Boyfriend? She’d ask petulantly. Don’t we get to marry a prince, with a horse and a castle? No, you’d say. We get to have a prince, yes, but he has a car and a house in Monaco. Is that good enough? If it isn’t, he makes a mean set of pancakes.

Do we get to dance with him at a ball? It’s still a no, you’d tell her. The dancing happens in the kitchen, lit only by the yellow of the stovetop range while you play Harvest Moon and sway softly to the guitar. It happens by the fridge, when a Bee Gees song comes on and Charles can’t resist holding you by the waist and lifting you up to join his dancing. It happens while you wait for toast in the morning, when both the bread and the weather are in the middle of cool and warm, to Al Green on the radio. 

This love of grocery lists and airplane rides sure doesn’t live up to your six-year-old self’s fairytale standards, or your sixteen-year-old’s hopes of marrying Harry Styles. You think, however, that it far surpasses anything you could ever have wanted. 

His voice draws you out of your reverie. “You okay? You’re a bit quiet.”

“Just thinking,” you reassure, pressing a kiss to his hair and smiling. “Of things.” Of us, of toast and tea, of romance and loving you and making lists and loving you and God, loving you. “Lots of things.”

“…Is this because I added too much junk food?”

“No, God,” you say, fond. “It’s nothing.”

“I love you,” he says back. And if you ever doubted it, there would always be limes, written without erasure on this crumpled list on the dinner table.

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"Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy" ~ S. Harrington

Summary: Reader strikes up a conversation with Steve, who unbeknownst to her, is the best bull rider in all of Indiana. When the two strike up a conversation, it turns out this cowboy has plans for Reader.

Pairing: Bull Rider!Steve Harrington x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 5,353

Content Warning: MINORS DNI (18+ content) PROTECTED piv sex, cowgirl AND missionary activities hehehe, maybe dubcon bc they were lowkey under the influence, one night stand, oral f!receiving, fingering f!receiving, overstimulation, multiple orgasms for reader, explicit language, steve def has a power kink, alcohol consumption, blasphemy toward the Greek Gods (sorry), nicknames (sweetheart, princess, baby; cowboy, god), maybe modern!au idrk, lmk if i missed anything!

Extra Notes: mayhaps i am a wh0re

Based On: some thots™️ that me and Georgia had (also slightly inspired by this reel i watched recently)

Originally Written: 03/12/2023 through 03/14/2023

Beta Read By: @dungeons-are-too-cold (literal bestie, love u so much for working on this fic with me)

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The air smelled of freshly poured booze and a hundred sweaty bodies as you walked into "The Lucky Shot."

You spotted the bar across the giant room, marveling at the glimmering and flashing of the lights as you made your way through the crowd. Your heart pounded in time with the country song that blared through the speakers.

You weren't really sure what possessed you to go to a random bar in a strange city during the middle of your work trip. Maybe it was your constant craving for a difference in your somewhat boring career. Maybe it was the secret wanderlust that often sat in the back of your mind. Maybe it was just because you wanted a really good margarita. Whatever the case, you sure as hell weren't regretting your decision when your eyes locked on him.

He was beautiful, the kind of beautiful only talked about in Greek mythology. From the brown strands that perfectly framed his chiseled face, to the hazel that swirled around his pupils, to the beige Stetson that sat upon his head, everything about this man was simply beautiful. If Apollo wore a cowboy hat, you were sure this would be him.

Your stomach did a somersault when you sat down on the only stool left, which conveniently happened to be next to this country god.

A couple moments later, your cocktail arrived, and you caught another glimpse of the room as you started drinking. Your eyes darted toward the dance floor, and when you spotted the mechanical bull on one side of the room, you felt mesmerized by it. Specifically, the thought of him on top of it. His hips swaying to the loud music, one hand holding onto his hat. There was no way it wouldn't be the prettiest sight imaginable.

"It's all in the hips, you know."

You turned to face the voice. It was thick like molasses, the perfect mixture of sweet and rough to your ears. "What?" you asked, your eyebrows furrowed together as you finally made eye contact with him.

"It's all in the hips," he repeated, pointing his chin toward the mechanical bull.

You fidgeted with your straw, positive that if you didn't keep your hands preoccupied, you'd tear his clothes off right there. "Uh-huh," you simply said, unsure if you could get anything else out.

"Really. You just have to know how to… angle them correctly."

Your mind raced with dirty thoughts at the emphasis he'd used. You managed to take a sip of your drink, trying your hardest to wash them away. "You seem pretty certain."

One of his eyebrows cocked upward almost as if to confirm your statement. "That, I am, ma'am," he said with a nod and a tip of his hat towards you.

"Hmm," you hummed, taking a long swig of your cocktail in hopes of wetting down the dryness of your throat. "Alright, Tom? Dick? Harry?"

"Steve," he clarified. No other name would do this cowboy justice.

"Steve," you repeated, and the word felt like honey to your lips, "why don't you show me?"

His arms crossed tightly in front of his chest, the tee shirt that covered his skin becoming extra taut. "What's in it for me?"

You shrugged, sipping down the last of your drink. "I suppose… whatever you want, cowboy."

"Hmm," he hummed, taking the last swig of his beer. "How 'bout this? If you can stay on longer, you get my number. If I stay on longer, I get yours."

You scoffed, your tongue darting out to lick your lips. "You're lucky you're cute," you chirped. "OK, cowboy, you're on."

He stood first, holding out a hand to help you down from the barstool. "After you, pretty lady."

You felt a rush of blood shoot through your body as he led you to the bull, and you'd be lying if you said you weren’t anxious.

"Ladies first," he smiled, lifting you up onto the mechanical bull. His hands felt rough and big on your hips, and you nearly fell off the bull before it even started up.

The operator counted you down from three, but even that wasn't enough to brace you. You held onto the handle for dear life, moving your pelvis to the best of your ability. What felt like an eternity later, you fell onto the blue mat, your heart nearly falling through the floor as you landed.

"Five seconds," he said with your back still flat on the cushiony floor. "Impressive."

He held out his hand once again, and you gladly took it. Suddenly, you were pulled up close to him. His eyes shot through you and it was then that you noticed the musky scent of his cologne. You had to collect yourself for a moment, excusing the clear sexual tension for pure competition."Let's see you do better, cowboy."

He slung his leg over the machine, gripping the handle and lifting his left hand into the air. You couldn't help but notice how thick the muscles on his biceps were. Get it together, you thought, but he just looked so natural on the bull. Like he belonged up there. You couldn't help the feeling that settled in your chest.

"Sound me off!" he shouted over the crowd.

You and the operator counted down in sync, and his hips practically assaulted the bull as the machine started up again. You were mesmerized by the movements. Now you definitely weren't regretting taking him up on his offer.

His hips twisted against the fake saddle, and you could just barely see the outline of his cock behind his giant belt buckle and those tight jeans. You watched the way he winded on the bull, wishing it was you he was humping like that.

Even as he fell off the bull, he looked beautiful. He landed flat on his back, letting out a triumphant, "WOOOOOP!" followed by a chuckle. "I believe I hit twenty seconds."

"No fucking way," you argued, turning toward the bull operator, who just answered with a confirming nod.

"How'd you do that?" you challenged.

"I told you, it's all in the hips, sweetheart."

Your arms crossed defensively, your eyes narrowing in on him. You chose to ignore the pleasant feeling building in your stomach with his new nickname for you. "Do you hustle all the women around here for their phone number?"

He folded his arms in front of his broad chest, almost mocking your stance. A stupid, taunting smile was plastered across his face too. "Hey, it's not on me if you don't know you're talking to Indiana's bull riding state champ."

Your mouth fell open in pure shock at his words. If any one person was made for that career, you thought, it would be him.

His eyebrows raised. "You seem surprised."

You gulped down the lump of disbelief in the back of your throat. "A little."

"Should've just read my belt buckle, sweetheart."

You had to fight the urge to look down at his crotch, which was unsurprisingly not the first time you'd had to fight that urge. It had definitely been one hell of a night so far.

"Go on," he instructed. "You know as well as I do that you're curious."

You exhaled a deep breath you'd been holding, eyes locked on the giant buckle as you forced them not to wander lower. Pain is temporary, victory lasts forever, it read, with the date of the championship engraved below.

You had to force yourself to meet his gaze again. "So what do they call you?"

"The Hawk," he replied nonchalantly. "What about you? What do they call you, sweetheart?"

"Y/N," you answered, not even trying to force your mouth closed. He spoke, and you answered, and somehow, you didn't care in the slightest.

You shook your thoughts away, willing yourself to focus on what had just gone down. "You know what? Not important," you blurted, shaking your head. "I want a rematch, Mr. The Hawk," you mocked.

You looped your arms in front of you once again. You wanted to challenge this man to anything you could find. Eventually your eyes landed on the dartboard. Jackpot.

After all, if Steve could hide the fact that he was a professional bull rider, you could hide the fact that you'd been playing darts with your father since you were old enough to hold one. "Darts."

He smirked, walking toward the dartboard. "Alright, sweetheart, you name the stakes this time."

"Fine," you rebutted with a smirk of your own, "whoever gets closer to the bullseye gets to ask the other a question. If they don't wanna answer, they have to take a shot."

He seemed pleased, giving you a crooked smile. "How 'bout this? We each get a Jack and Coke and take a nice big swig of it every time we don't answer."

Your eyebrows ruffled in confusion. "Why does it matter what we drink?"

He leaned in close to your ear, his breath hot on your skin. "I want you as close to sober as possible if things go in the direction I'm hoping for."

Your airway felt tight as you processed his words. You felt lightheaded when you answered, "Understandable."

He shot you another smile before heading back to the bar for a couple drinks. Your legs wobbled as you gathered the darts. You watched his hips sway in time to the music while he waited for the drinks, and all but drooled over the way his ass looked in those tight blue jeans. And I thought the front looked good, you smirked internally.

Soon enough, he came back with the drinks, placing them on the table next to the darts. "Two Jack and Cokes," he confirmed. "Like I said earlier, ladies first."

You tossed the dart, landing almost directly in the middle of the board. He threw next, landing a little above where yours was.

Your mind raced, carefully considering every question you could ever ask him. Truth be told, you wanted to keep winning, not only for the sake of being better than him at something, but also because you wanted to find out every little detail you could about this Country Apollo.

"Hmmm. How long have you been riding bulls?"

"Since freshman year of college," he explained. "I rode horses a lot of the time while I was growing up, did the whole bucking bronco thing, so I thought I'd test the waters. See if it was something for me. Guess it was, all things considered." He gestured to the belt again, almost like a taunt, but your eyes stayed on his, cold and steely.

You threw again, the dart sticking to the single area, prompting you to groan at how bad your aim suddenly was. It had to be the drawl of his voice distracting you.

His dart stuck in the single area as well, slightly closer to the middle of the board. "I believe that makes it my turn."

You nodded. "That it does, cowboy."

"What's your story? You here for business or pleasure?"

You planned on answering anyway, but still took a small sip of the cocktail to wet your lips. "This city? Business. This bar? Pleasure."

About a half hour passed of you spitting questions back and forth. Your drinks were both about halfway finished, mostly from sipping. You had both been pretty bold with your answers, and questions for that matter.

Your arm felt tired from all the dart throwing, and if you had to be honest, the more you found out about him, the more you wanted to jump his bones. "Alright, I don't know about you, but I'm about ready to get out of this place."

He chuckled at the hint of eagerness in your voice. "Me too."

"I say we throw one last dart."

His expression read one of confusion and curiosity. "What're the stakes this time, sweetheart?"

A rush of heat pooled in your stomach as you carefully thought about how to word your answer. Confidence came over you as you finally figured out what you wanted. "OK, cowboy. If you win, I take you back to my place," you started, stealing the Stetson right off his head and placing it on your own, "But if I win, and I will, you take me back to yours."

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, eyes dark as he said, "Well, princess, I think someone needs to remind you of the cowboy hat rule."

You nearly snorted. "What the hell is that?" Your heart fluttered at the nickname, secretly hoping he'd continue using it.

"You wear the hat," he said, taking his hat back, "you ride the cowboy it belongs to."

Your thighs closed together as discreetly as possible while you picked up the darts. You placed one in his hand, your fingers shaky as you released it.

Even in your desperate state, you managed to toss the dart at the board, the dart sticking almost directly in the middle of the bullseye. "Hmm, lucky shot."

Steve's face was one of confidence, even when he threw the dart and it landed in the single area. "Huh," he said plainly, "Guess we're going back to my place."

You were quite positive he'd fucked up on purpose, but chose to ignore for the sake of not staying in your bleak, boring hotel room again.

The ride to his place was absolute hell. His hand on your thigh, his muscles tight in the flannel he'd thrown on, the sultry country music playing quietly on his radio.

The comments Steve made the whole way certainly didn't help you either. He was "sweetheart" this and "princess" that, and he certainly didn't shy away from telling you every little thing he wanted to do to you, making sure you were still okay every once in a while. He even offered to drive you back to your hotel at any point, but you reassured him you wanted this. Probably even more than he did. Hell, if the vehicle hadn't been moving, you would've taken him right there in the front seat of his truck.

From the moment he unlocked the door, he couldn't keep his hands off you. His fingertips slipped through your belt loops immediately upon entering his house. He barely succeeded in kicking the front door closed behind him as his lips met your neck.

"Aren't you gonna give me a tour?" you teased, your hands slipping into his back pockets. Damn, the fit was tight.

He snickered into your shoulder. The vibration was absolutely intoxicating against your skin. "Well, this is the living room. And I fully plan on laying you back on that couch before the night is over."

You easily kicked off your sneakers, Steve letting out an aggravated groan as he remembered his boots. "But first I'm gonna have to sit on it to take off these goddamn boots of mine," he complained, plopping onto the couch in frustration.

You giggled as he started to pry one of them off. "I don't know," you sang. "Next time, you could just leave 'em on. It's kinda sexy."

His head shook in disbelief. "You keep saying things like that and you're gonna be the damn death of me, sweetheart."

You sat down on his lap, your ass winding down on his leg as your lips made contact with his. He struggled to hold you up and take his boot off at the same time. He decided on putting his focus solely on you, choosing to worry about his boots later.

You clutched his shoulders, maneuvering him to lie back on the couch. Your hips ground onto his thigh, and you let out a whimper against his lips. The friction was absolute heaven to your cunt, feeling your heat make contact with his even fully clothed.

His hands clung to your waist, guiding you along the fabric of his jeans. "Mmm," he hummed against your lips, "You're so good at this."

You let out an amused huff, moving from his lips to his jaw. You placed a hard kiss on the stubble. "Bet you're even better. You should teach me sometime. How to angle my hips correctly, that is."

His head fell back in pleasure. A soft moan fell from his lips, and you felt quite proud of the way he was falling apart beneath you.

His grip tightened on your hips as he pulled the two of you up from the couch. You whimpered in protest, but he just said, "Gotta finish the rest of the tour, princess."

He finished kicking his boot off before heading toward the next room. His lips made contact with your skin again as he began leading you through the rest of the house. His fingers returned to your belt hoops, tugging you ever so close. "This is the kitchen. Definitely planning on bending you over that table while we wait for breakfast to finish cooking in the morning."

He led you down the hall, stopping in front of the bathroom. "Gonna pound you against those tiles after we get done in my favorite room of the house," he said, cocking his head towards the shower.

Finally, he ushered you into the bedroom. His hands parted from your waist to flick on the lamp. "And this is my favorite room. The bedroom. The room where you're gonna ride me into the sunset. Or sunrise, all things considered."

His room was quite different from what you'd imagined. He had white walls, which you were sure would only enhance the sunlight in the morning when you woke up beside him. His white bedsheets and deep brown quilt looked so welcoming that you wouldn't even fight if he asked you to stay for the rest of your trip. Maybe even the rest of your life if he wanted.

Your stomach fluttered with pure want as he tossed off his flannel, followed by his shirt. All you could do was stand and watch him strip. His abs were nothing short of glorious, glowing in the pale bedroom light. You wanted to leave scratches and bites and bruises down them. You wanted to memorize every divot and ridge of his body.

His lips met yours again, and his hands were back on your body. They roamed down your torso, meeting the hem of your shirt. "Can I take this off?"

"Uh-huh," you breathed out, trying your hardest not to moan already.

His face fell teasingly. "Aw, you're gonna have to do better than that, sweetheart."

Your cunt clenched around nothing at his dominance. "Yes, Stevie. You can do whatever you want to me tonight."

His hips bucked into yours when you called him Stevie, persuading you to add it to your vocabulary for the night. He lifted the shirt from your body, his eyes going glassy as they fell on your boobs. "I'll take you up on that offer, princess."

His hand moved to his hat, tossing it onto the bed lightly. You took a second to admire his curls and waves, sure that you would get lost in them if he allowed you to. As he laid back on the bed, he held your hips and guided you to straddle his waist. With a soft movement of his fingers, he undid the clasp of your bra and slid it agonizingly slow off your body. His mouth made contact with one of your tits while he occupied the other with one of his coarse hands.

Your hands grasped at his jeans but struggled to undo the giant buckle. He chuckled, eliciting a mewl from you as the vibration rumbled against your body. He lifted your hips out of the way before undoing his jeans and kicking them off, his mouth not leaving yours. After finally getting out of his own pants, he moved onto yours.

He flipped the two of you over, your back arching away from the mattress. He sucked on your nipple as he slowly helped you out of your jeans and underwear. You kicked them away, nearly shivering as you heard them hit the floor. As his hands led you further up the bed, your head crashed into his pillows. They smelled like him and it made you smile.

"Ah-ah," he tutted as he moved down your body towards the foot of the bed. His lips met your mound for a second, leaving a soft kiss right above where you needed him most. "Don't get too comfortable laying down. You'll only be like this until I'm satisfied, yeah?"

"Y-Yeah," you answered, your nipples feeling neglected since he parted from them. You let your own hands wander towards your breasts, giving your nipples a tug, still desperate for friction there. Pure shock exploded in your body though as his lips met your thigh, inching toward your entrance.

Your hands flew to his hair on instinct, tugging on the soft strands as he licked a stripe up your cunt. "Stevie," you sighed, your grip tightening.

His mouth moved up to your clit, suckling on your sensitive bud. "Mmm," he praised against you, letting you know he was tasting the most delicious thing on the planet. The rumble of his voice egged your orgasm on and your legs began to shake already.

He left a trail of kitten licks from your clit to your hole, his tongue thrusting in the exact rhythm you needed it. Your legs tightened around him, and you found yourself struggling not to push him away.

"Hey," he stopped you, pulling your legs apart with his rough hands. "You remember what my belt says?"

You looked down at him between your legs to refocus yourself, meeting his beautiful eyes. Your senses were in absolute overdrive at his words. "Pain is t-temporary, victory lasts f-forever."

"I want that to be your mantra tonight, because I've still got a while with you yet."

You moaned pornographically as he met your core again, and this time his mouth was accompanied by his fingers. "Oh, god."

His lips parted from you, his fingers still working fast at your hole. "What was that? Couldn't hear you."

"Oh, my god." Your head fell back and eyes rolled as the digits brushed against your g-spot.

"That's right, princess," he said, licking another line up your puffy cunt. "I'm your god tonight."

Your first orgasm of the night rushed through your body, your essence gushing on his tongue. Apollo had nothing on this man, you were sure of it.

He didn't give up though and continued sucking hard on your clit. Your body convulsed at the stimulation. Your hands clung to his hair, struggling to push him away. "Oh, god, Steve!"

He removed his lips for a split second. "You tell me to stop and I’ll stop," he said, his tone of genuine concern.

"No, god, please don't stop!" you cried out. Your grip was becoming even tighter on his hair.

"Then I need you to remember the words, baby." His mouth absolutely assaulted your pussy, but you were sure you didn't want anything else at that moment.

"Pain is temporary, victory lasts forever," you repeated, your feet digging into his shoulders where they dangled. "Pain is temporary, victory lasts forever."

You could tell that hearing the phrase fall from your lips was affecting him just as much as he was affecting you. You watched his hips roll against the mattress below, desperately searching for any friction he could find. Still, he was dedicated to pulling one more orgasm out of you with just his mouth and hands.

He stayed like that until you came again, and a string of profanities was all you could manage to say. "Fuckfuckfuck," you muttered, your walls pulsing around his tongue.

"Oh, god, please!" you begged, his mouth licking up every last bit of your taste.

His mouth moved up to yours as he hovered above your body, and to say that your taste on his tongue was anything less than sexy would've been a lie. "I think I got you good and loosened up for me, princess. You ready for the fun part?"

You mewled, your hips bucking at nothing as your hands met his skin. One of your hands slipped into his boxers, and already you could tell that he was big.

He hovered over you, his legs straddling your hips, as he reached toward the nightstand. You had only just realized how long his limbs were. He pulled out a condom and slipped it into your hand. "OK," he instructed, "Go ahead. Open it."

You eagerly complied with his simple command. He made quick work of pulling his boxers off and tossing them into the pile with the rest of the discarded clothing as you made an effort to tear open the foil. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, thinking about what it must be like to take all of him down your throat. He was just so big, and you knew one taste would be all it took to have you utterly addicted.

As he settled above you again, you finally pulled the rubber out of the packet. "Now put it on me," he demanded.

Before you managed to inch forward and take him between your lips, he moved your hands to his cock, helping you roll the rubber on. I guess I’ll just have to wait until morning, you thought to yourself.

Rolling the condom onto his length was definitely not an easy task. Between the thickness of his dick and the shakiness of your hands, it seemed impossible. After what felt like an eternity, you finally managed to get it on him, completely captivated at the way his length felt in your palms. You gave it a few experimental strokes and the groans you dragged from his lips were beautiful.

While you finished up with the condom, Steve reached into the nightstand again, grabbing a bottle of lube. He squeezed some onto his fingers, slipping them inside you once more. You moaned loud enough that it echoed off his walls and a chuckle fell from his lips. "You think that feels good. Just wait for what I've got planned for you."

He moved to lie flat beside you, squeezing a couple drops of lube onto your fingers. "Lube me up?" he asked.

There was no way you could ever say no to that. Your hand met his dick, massaging the liquid down the shaft. A groan tumbled from his lips, and you wanted to play it on repeat for the rest of your life.

He grabbed your waist and pulled you on top again, forcing you to face him. His hands squeezed at your love handles as he cooed, "Come here, baby."

Your mouth felt like it had been sewn shut as he guided you into his lap. He grabbed the previously abandoned Stetson, now setting it on your head and looking you over like he could absolutely devour you. "Go ahead, cowgirl. Giddy up."

You keened as you sunk down onto him, barely getting the tip inside you before your head fell back. "Oh, my god."

"That's it, princess, you got it," he cooed, lowering you down his length. You whined as he slowly reached the hilt, his cock surely hitting your cervix.

His hands carried you, rocking your hips in the perfect rhythm he needed. His mouth fell into an open 'o' as you rutted against him. "Just like that."

His cock was made for splitting you open, you were convinced. The only word for the sensual, blissful feeling he brought you was heaven. You'd died and gone to heaven, and this was Apollo you were looking at.

He pounded into you, but the stimulation was becoming just too much. Your body felt heavy as your movements stilled, leaving Steve to do all the work.

The thrusts of his hips slowed as he noticed the absolutely exhausted expression on your face. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Too much," you pouted. "Feel worn out."

His hands moved up to your cheeks before pulling you down for a long kiss. He smelled of sweat and what was left of his cologne, and the aroma did nothing to aid your senses.

"Do you need to stop? It's fine if you do, Promise," he reassured you. "I put you through a lot, huh, sweetheart?"

You shook your head. "Uh-uh. Jus' need a little help. Please?"

He pulled away, pushing some stray hairs behind your ear. "Want me to take care of the rest, baby?"

You managed to nod before he flipped you both over, a whimper falling from your lips at the friction. His hips resumed their previous tempo, his eyes screwing shut as you involuntarily squeezed around him. You smiled up at him from your new position. You were happy to keep going but even happier that you didn't have to hold yourself up any longer. Steve had it, had you.

"You poor little thing," he taunted after one particularly rough thrust. "Needed me to take the reins for you, huh?"

Your head bobbed in something close to the answer he was looking for. Your hands fell above your head, and Steve moved to hold them both in one of his large palms.

"Should've known you wouldn't last long," he teased, fucking into you harder. Your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head from the stimulation. "Considering that sad bull riding attempt."

His lips met yours again as he continued pounding into your core. He controlled the kiss too, his lips rough against your trembling mouth. His tongue searched your mouth, giving you everything you didn't know you needed.

He moved from your lips to your ear, leaving a ghost of a kiss on the lobe. "Just needed Stevie to take over for a bit, yeah?"

"Mhm," you murmured, willing your hips to roll toward his once more. You tried so hard, but this time, you were sure you didn't have the strength left in you. You nipped at his neck, your way of letting him know you were still with him.

"Shhh, you're OK, princess," Steve cooed, "I got you."

His next statement was quite the juxtaposition from his previously quiet voice. This time, his voice was rough, and he couldn't help himself from babbling out, "Shit, I'm close!"

Eager to help him finish, you tried to meet his movements with a couple sloppy thrusts of your own. After all, you were supposed to be riding him. You felt bad for not holding up on your end of the cowboy hat rule. However, Steve moved a hand to your hips to still your movements. He left a distracting bite on your collarbone before kissing over the spot. "Told you I'd take care of the rest, baby. I promise I've got you, but you just gotta trust me.”

You managed to nod again, and your body jerked as you fell apart beneath him. "Oh, Stevie," you gasped. "Thank you."

"Oh, you feel so good," he rasped, his cock twitching inside of you. "Shiiiiittt!" Chasing down his own pleasure, his hips canted as he guided yours, desperately riding out both of your highs.

He fell limp on top of you, and his now softening cock left you feeling full and thankful. You still weren't sure what possessed you to go to a random bar in a strange city in the middle of your work trip, but you definitely weren't regretting it when this god of a man had been there seemingly waiting just for you.

He flipped the two of you over one last time, his hands settling on the small of your back as you rested on top of him.

"I guess the song was right," he sighed. His chest rose and fell in a heavy rhythm as he pecked your scalp, his fingers drawing soft circles on your skin.

"Hmm?" you managed to hum against his pec, his torso warm and inviting.

He left another soft kiss on your head. The feeling of his lips was to die for. "You really should save a horse and ride a cowboy."

OK I KNOW I DON'T USUALLY LEAVE LIL MESSAGES LIKE THIS ON THIS BLOG BUT THERE'S NO WAY I CAN'T THIS TIME

This fic... yawl. Me and Georgia stayed up til 5 am two nights in a row editing this for y'all. When I tell y'all... this might be my favorite fic I've ever written!!! Gosh, this was so much fun and I wish I could experience writing it all over again, even if it has only been like 3 days.

Again, huge thank you to Georgia for working this fic to its fullest potential. I am so obsessed with how this turned out and I am so thankful you helped me with it!!

-> taglist: @dungeons-are-too-cold @rupsmorge @writer-in-theory @esoltis280 @liberhoe

[emilybeemartin]

Ok ok ok ok listen. Because I have anxiety I feel it's my duty to say that this show won't be for everyone. I came to it over quarantine because my husband suggested we read Bernard Cornwell's series together, and I agreed because I liked Hornblower and knew this was the army equivalent and, let's face it, I wanted to see scruffy mid-thirties Sean Bean in uniform.

THE PREMISE:

Richard Sharpe is a lowborn rank-and-file soldier in the 95th Rifles during the Napoleonic Wars who is raised to an officer after saving Sir Arthur Wellesley's life (this all happens differently in the books, but the basic event is the same). Throughout the series, he rises in the ranks thanks to his bravery and heroism/recklessness, but he's always caught between two worlds--trying to be a leader of common men while never being accepted by the rest of the highborn officers.

Let's start with the bad:

CONS:

Look, this is a 90s drama glorifying the British army. So like, there are gonna be issues. Women are mostly romantic side pieces to be wooed and rescued, and there are plenty of subplots, verbiage, and stereotypes that didn't age well. Production values are low for the first few and so you've got battle scenes with like fifteen guys and a horse, which honestly I find endearing. But no episode is more cringey than Sharpe's Gold. Due to legal issues, the script had to be rewritten with none of the original material, and it turned into this bizarro semi-supernatural horror involving Aztec gold (in Spain, yes). It's completely different from all the other episodes, and even Sean Bean didn't like it (he called it a "mish mash," which is true). It's such a weird piece of work that we almost stopped watching the show, but we continued, and we were relieved to find that the rest of the series is markedly better. History Hack podcast does a great dive into why this episode was so whack.

PROS:

I MEAN COME ON

Sean really understood this character--absolute chaos on the battlefield and shy and awkward pretty much everywhere else. He's amazing in battle scenes and he's EPIC at acting wounded. But the scenes I replay over and over are when he's socially out of his depth and gets flustered and sputtery and so Sheffield the captions can't handle it.

Supporting cast:

You'll find a lot of your classic British TV favorites making appearances throughout this series, and the camaraderie among the riflemen is always fun. Obviously this is a dude fest, as stated above, but some of the women are also written and acted really, really well--- Assumpta Serna as Teresa is that winning combination of a love interest/action heroine who doesn't devolve into a damsel in distress, and even passes the Bechdel test on a few occasions. And Diana Perez as Ramona is so badass and enjoyable.

Locations: Aside from a few interior sets, these films are mostly shot outside on location, with practical effects and stunts. There's some gorgeous scenery of the Crimean peninsula standing in for Spain and Portugal, and it's just really fun watching these guys run around rocky escarpments and fields with flares and stage explosives going off around them.

Music: I saw someone tag the opening theme as "electric guitar jumpscare" and they're not wrong. It's wonderfully anachronistic and totally 90s and you'll never get used to it. But far better are the soldiers' songs John Tams threads throughout, as well as his and Muldowney's thematic scores, and you will always, always finish an episode with him singing "Over the Hills and Far Away" stuck in your head.

Filming Lore: There was a LOT that happened during filming. Everything from Paul McGann having to drop out as the lead to misadventures in filming in Crimea just after the collapse of the Soviet Union. History Hack podcast has an awesome series of "filming of" episodes with input from cast, crew, and historians, and Jason Salkey (Rifleman Harris) has a book called "From Crimea With Love" that details the batshit filming adventures. I haven't read it but he references it every six minutes throughout the podcasts.

So: you've been warned, you've been primed. Start with Sharpe's Rifles; it's on Youtube. Watch it and Eagle, maybe jump to Battle or Siege if you're not sure, and then make up your mind.

If this all sounds enjoyable to you, but you wish there were more tall ships, more Paul McGann, more heroic brooding, and even MORE true love cosplaying as masculine camaraderie, you're in luck! Because you should also watch Hornblower!

And then draw fan art of it all! Please,,, I am so lon el y

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Hi! I want to know your head canons on SLANG! What sort of things to wizards say to sound cool or evoke thoughts or feelings? What sayings might they have? Do we maybe have any in common with them?

We know that “to have a hairy heart” means to be aloof or cold. (Fm Tales of Beedle the Bard)

I once read a very compelling headcanon that Americans would never use no-maj (for non-magical) as a term cuz they like to shorten things so much, and so American wizfolk would use either ‘noma’ or ‘nomie’. As an American I agree tbh.

I hc that the Hogwarts motto “Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus” [never tickle a sleeping dragon] to be a kind of slang for “don’t do that”.

Like, your friend is getting ready to sneak out of her dorm to go see a guy even though she knows Peeves has been feisty lately. “….Draco dormiens, Molly,” you whisper as she sneaks out the door.

Yeah! Any thoughts?

I love this, and I definitely think there are wizard versions for some common phrases we have (and we actually see some in the books). In my fic I try to add magical variations of phrases to make the world feel more real.

I'd say which shortened version of no-maj would be said would depend on where in the US the wizard is from. I imagine some areas would say "noma" some would say "nomie" and I'm sure there would be other variants. I think it'll just really depend on location.

But most of the idioms and slang I have headcanons for are for the UK.

Some examples I've written into my fic:

Hit him like a bludger - would mean having a strong emotional reaction, like "hit like a ton of bricks"

You look like a dementor’s got you - generally to mean one looks upset or down.

Eating away at his brian like the Fwooper’s song - to mean something is occupying your thoughts, but like, to obsessive levels.

I also like the idea of:

"Confunded" - being used as the word "befuddled"

"Demiguise" - used to the same as calling someone a wallflower, since they become invisible.

"Keep the egg under the toad" - references the process of breeding a basilisk, which is illegal. Means to keep something quite or on the downlow.

"Are you yanking my wand?" - used like saying "are you joking me?" and is an extension of the saying "yanking your wand" that appears in Deathly Hallows.

"Polishing your wand" - is a real thing Cedric and other wizards apparently do, but I am convinced it also refers to jerking off.

"Until the Jobberknoll sings" - kinda like "it isn't over until the fat lady sings", since a Jobberknoll only sings on the moment it dies.

Similarly, saying "Joberknoll song" instead of "Swan song"

"Swearing like a Jarvey" - Like "Swearing like a sailor" since Jarveys are known for being rude and swear a lot.

I have a few more I wrote/thought of, but these are some off the top of my head.

There is also this wiki page that has a list of wizard idioms used in Harry Potter and it's extra semi-canon content (like the video games and pottermore). I don't consider all of this list canon, but there are some I like there, like:

Breed like gnomes (From DH) - meaning breed like rabbits and said by Muriel about the Weasleys

Different kettle of Grindylows (from Hogwarts Legacy) - like saying "different kettle of fish" or "another can of worms"

Dodged a bludger - like "dodged a bullet"

Don't count your owls before they are delivered (from HBP) - like "don't count your chickens before they hatch"

The fire's lit, but the cauldron's empty (from DH) - like "the lights are on, but nobody's home"

I could eat a Hippogriff (from GoF) - like "I could eat a horse"

I'll take Cadogan's pony (from pottermore) - roughly means to make the best of a bad situation

Knockturn Alley's litter epidemic (from GoF) - means something obvious/boring

Yanking your wand (from DH) - means to joke around.

Anyone who has more of these wizard common phrases headcanons, feel free to add more!

[volklana]

Wish I Didn't But I Do, Remember Every Moment On The Nights With You.

Part III (Final Part)

Read Part I Here: // Part II Here:

Title Comes From This Song:

You leave your small hometown behind, along with the man you loved. What happens when you are forced to reunite?

Warnings: Mentions of physical abuse and heavy drinking. This part also briefly mentions domestic abuse and if that's not something you can handle right now, please look after yourself and I will catch you on the next one xx

CowboySihtric! x Reader

Your heels clicked as you rushed down the pavement, you sighed and watched your breath rise in the cold evening air. 

Fall was coming in fast in the city and the air was chilly. 

You pushed open the heavy door of the upscale restaurant and a loud “Here she is!” caused all the attention to fall on you.

“Finally!” Aldhelm muttered, coming forward to kiss you on the cheek and help you out of your coat.

“I’m so sorry!” you announced to the room, and to Aldelm at the same time “A meeting ran over but I’m here now!”

A drink was placed in your hand and you began to mingle. 

You and Aldhelm had just closed a massive deal which you had been working on for weeks now and finally the client had agreed to sign to your firm. 

Tonight was about wining and dining him to sweeten the deal.

While you were very happy with the money and name this client was bringing to the table you were less than happy about the man himself. More than once he had slid his hand up your leg during business meetings or let his hand linger a little too far down your back when he ushered you into a room, and while you were forced to let it slide in your pursuit of signing him, it made you ensure an invite for Aldhelm tonight so you wouldn’t have to face him alone. His real name was Harry but he went under the alias Aethelwold, something he insisted on being called even by those who knew him. 

He was reptilian-like and you wouldn’t trust him as far as you could throw him, but with all the time you had spent so unfocused at the ranch you really needed this deal.

The night wore on and the drinks were flowing, many of your team, including Aldelm were drunk and your own head was spinning.

“So tell me,” Aethelwold sneered, sliding up beside you “How does it feel to ride a cowboy?”

You whirled in shock and he laughed “Oh come on all the girls in the office were talking about it,” he continued “If he's used to breaking in horses, surely breaking in a woman like you was no work at all.”

By instinct you went to slap him across the face, but he caught your arm, “Save that for when I’m breaking you in,” he winked and you pulled out of his grasp and made a beeline for the door, sharply inhaling the cold air, forcing yourself to calm down.

Aldhelm followed you right out “Are you okay? What did he say?” 

You shook your head and he pulled you to him, you inhaled his deep, calming scent and locked your arms around him as he whispered “He's nothing but a pig.”

“Let's get out of here! ” you laughed and he nodded, before you continued.

“But don’t ever leave me on my own with him again,” you whispered and he straightened in an instant “Not tonight, not ever.”  

You and Aldhelm had stopped at another bar up town and threw back drinks as you talked and as you stumbled out into the night air to hail a taxi you really underestimated how drunk you were. 

You stumbled into your apartment and collapsed down on the sofa.

“Come on,” Aldhelm laughed, almost collapsing down on top of you, “Come on you can’t sleep here.”

“Just leave me!” you whined dramatically.

“Damn it y/n,” he laughed “At least take your shoes off,” he sighed when he realised you were too drunk to do it yourself and so he slid one shoe off at a time, placing them gently down on the floor.

You were almost out for the count and he decided to carry you across your apartment to your room.

“The things I do for you,” he sighed affectionately, pulling the blankets up around you as he set you down. He switched out the light and was just about the tiptoe across the room when he heard your small voice.

“Stay with me?” you pleaded into the dark and he stilled all actions, heart thumping in his chest “I don’t want to be on my own. Stay with me?”

The logical part of his brain told him to keep going, to walk out the door and leave it be. But the heart that had been in love with you for years, hammered violently in his chest and urged him to stay.

“I’ll sleep on the couch. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“No,” you pleaded, scooting over in the bed “Stay with me. Here.” 

He self-consciously stripped down to his underwear, and climbed unsure into bed beside you. You hummed turning into him and laid your head on his chest, and he was praying to god that you couldn’t feel his heart beating a million miles out of it. You snuggled into him a few times getting comfortable until your breathing evened out slow and gentle, and for a few minutes he thought you were asleep until you muttered something in your sleep that made him still all actions and made his heart sink right down to his toes….

“Sihtric.” 

When you woke up in the morning, you were almost startled to find a hungover Aldhelm on your sofa.

“You stayed here last night?” you asked softly.

“You don’t remember?” he asked with an expression you couldn’t quite place.

“I don’t remember leaving the bar,” you said after a few moments.

“I put you to bed and you asked me to stay so I slept here.” He lied.

“I asked you to stay? My god I’m so sorry Ald,” you groaned plopping down at his feet as he scooted up to make room for you, you covered your face with your hands, “Did I do anything embarrassing?” you were almost afraid to look at him and he laughed, “No you fell straight asleep and I slept here.”

It was another lie but much kinder than telling you what had actually transpired. Kinder to you and to his heart. 

In mid November Finan rang and insisted you should come and spend Christmas with him and Eadith, and you took a look around the office, all your employees were heading home to their families, even Aldhelm had made plans to fly back to his family for the holidays.

“I’m not sure Finan,” you sighed into the receiver of your office phone, “Will he be there?”

Finan took a long sigh and you could just tell he was tugging on his beard “It was like this last time too, she um, she doesn’t really let us see him very often.”

“Oh,” you said sadly.

“Please,” he begged and you laughed, relenting “Fine. Fine, I will spend the holidays with you!” 

You heard Eadith cheering in the background and couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face.

That night in bed you couldn’t stop thinking over Finan’s words, Sihtric was being kept away from his friends and you worried for him. His friends were the family he never had but then again, she was his family now, they had had a little girl they called Sara, Gisela had broke the news to you a month or so ago and maybe he was okay with just focusing on his own family now. 

You were in the boardroom giving a huge presentation to your investors with figures and projections for the next year, as well as covering targets hit and missed for this one. You had a lot of arselicking to do to make up for the few months you went awol on the ranch and you had been working on this presentation for weeks, but you knew signing Athelwold and the money he had already injected into the business was sweetening the deal ever so slightly. 

Aldhelm caught your attention from the glass door outside whilst you were finishing up your last point. He was waving his arms around trying to beckon you out and you flicked your eyes at him to shoo but he was relentless.

You picked up copies of the projections for next year and passed them around the room, “I will give you a chance to have a look over these figures and I will open the floor up to questions, in just a few minutes, if you will just excuse me for a moment.”

You rushed outside and almost shoved Aldhelm down the hall, it was only then you could hear the giggles coming from the desks.

“There is a cowboy in the bullpen,” Aldhelm hissed and you rounded the corner to see where Sihtric was stood, gaze fixed on the floor, looking utterly lost, like a fish out of water, cowboy hat in hand and you felt faint.

“Not now,” you cried, looking back towards the boardroom, “I can’t do this now. Can you please stick him in my office? I’ll deal with him after this meeting.”

“Are you going to be okay?” Aldhelm asked and you shook your head quickly “No, but I’ll have to be.” 

The blood rushed in your ears as you began the short walk to your office, your heals clicked almost in time to your heartbeat, but you still heard the hushed whispers and eyes on you from the girls in the office. As soon as you made it to your door you looked in and found Sihtric slumped with his head in his hands on the leather two seater in your office, cowboy hat sat beside him on the empty space.

As soon as the door swung open he stood to attention, his huge mismatched eyes shot up to yours for just a second before he looked back to the floor in shame again.

“Sihtric, what are you doing here?” you asked coming to rest against your desk and you watched him struggle to find the words. You were briefly reminded of the Sihtric you had known as a child, the one who could never meet your eye, the one who stumbled over words and said the wrong things and who flinched when anyone made any sudden movements. This was a far cry from the Sihtric you had left behind a few months ago.

“I - needed you,” he rushed before he shook his head “I needed to see you.”

“Have you been drinking?” you asked softly, trying to come up with some reason for his meekness but he shook his head still refusing to meet your eyes.

“Sihtric, look at me,” you said softly and he shook his head again, and as you made to take a step towards him he lifted his hands up in surrender and in an attempt to halt your movements.

His eyes landed on yours and beneath the shame and tears you gasped at the remnants of the black eye that surrounded his left eye.

“Sihtric.” you cried, heart breaking in your chest as you moved carefully to him and cupped his face in your hands as you inspected his eye “Did she do this to you?” you demanded, forcing the bile down your throat so you wouldn’t be sick.

He nodded so gently you would have missed it if you weren’t holding his face in your hands. 

You whispered his name again in disbelief and pulled him to you, feeling him shake like a leaf in your arms.

It took a while and most of your office had emptied out before you finally got what had happened out of him. It started off slow at first, threatening to leave in the middle of the night, telling him their child wasn’t his, isolating him from his friends, breaking his things, breaking things around the house and finally laying hands on him. “She’s done it our whole relationship,” he cried “and I put up with it for so long the first time because I loved her. But this time was different. I didn't love her.. I loved you. And you- You would never do this to me.”

“Never,” you whispered in confirmation.

“But it wasn't enough to make me leave,” he cried.

“Because of Sara?” you asked softly and he looked at you ashamed, but nodded. 

“She's not even mine,” he sighed after a while. 

“How do you know she's not yours?” you tried. 

“The day she gave me this,” he pointed to his black eye “Was because I looked through her phone when she was in the shower,” he fumbled for his phone out of his pocket and handed it over to you so you could see exactly what he had found.

Messages between her and another man, who was evidently Sara’s real father “Take him for everything he’s worth,” one of the messages read and you swore under your breath in shock. 

“She came slinking back, because she heard of your Grandfather's death, she assumed the ranch was mine.”

“Sihtric I am so fucking sorry,” you cried squeezing his hand and staring in disbelief at the messages you were reading, and then your eyes landed on one message in particular that had you reeling “She’s out of the picture, and it was easier than expected.”

Sihtric saw what you were reading and took another deep sigh, “It was never about Sara, the reason I chose her-that day you walked in on us,” he looked so small and ashamed that you wanted to scoop him up in your arms and never let go “She threatened to harm you. Threatened to ruin your business, your reputation and I couldn’t let that happen. I know how hard you’ve worked to get where you are, what you sacrificed- I couldn’t let her do that to you. I couldn’t let her hurt you. You’ve been through enough.” 

You were almost blinded by tears as you pulled Sihtric to you and his arms locked around you as you cried together, you weren’t sure how long you stayed locked like that but if felt like an eternity. 

“Listen to me,” you urged once again cupping his face, gently stroking his cheek so not to hurt him, “Thank you for coming to me with the truth but I promise you, I will never let that woman hurt you ever again. I’ve got you now you’re safe.”

You fumbled with your keys to your apartment as you let yourself and Sihtric in, running around to switch on lamps while he took in your apartment with wide eyes. You knew what he was thinking, this was fancier than anywhere he’d ever been, and then his eyes were back on you in your slinky black dress and heels, a far cry from the small town, ranch girl you were back home.

“Sihtric. I’m still me. None of this shit matters, it’s just stuff-” you said gesturing around your apartment and to the clothes you were wearing,you laughed and then he laughed too, and you showed him into the bathroom so he could shower while you ordered take out. 

When he emerged from the shower, his hair falling down in damp loose curls, in track pants and a white t-shirt your mouth went dry.

You too had changed into your pyjamas and let your hair down free, as Sihtric came to join you on the sofa you passed him a cold beer, you poured yourself a glass of wine and informed him that food was on the way.  

“This place suits you,” he finally admitted after a few moments of comfortable silence.

“Thank you, I used to think so,” you smiled shyly and his eyes were on you again.

“But to me you will always be the girl I fell in love with in the desert.” 

“Oh, she’s still here,” you laughed, taking a gulp of wine. “I just dress her better.” 

You were interrupted by your doorbell and you went to collect the food, plating everything up and bringing it back into your living room, where Sihtric was laying back on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling, he looked exhausted and you placed his plate gently on his lap.

You both ate gladly in silence with some game show playing on the tv in the background and occasionally Sihtric would laugh along to something, but your mind was swimming.

You wanted to track her down and hurt her for hurting Sihtric. For tearing you both apart when you so deserved to be happy together, for almost ruining it all.

And it wasn’t until Sihtric called your name that you realised that your phone was ringing. 

You froze for a moment when you saw Aldhelm’s name light up before you answered.

“There she is,” he sang when you answered and you could barely hear him over the background noise..

“Aldhelm, are you drunk?” you teased.

“Very,” he laughed and then hesitated, “Can I come over?” You frowned and turned to look at Sihtric who had the decency to pretend he was focused on the show and not listening to the conversation at hand.

“I’ve already got company Ald,” you admitted softly and the line went silent for a moment.

“The cowboy?” he said eventually.

“Sihtric,” you corrected and his anger flared.

“I know his name. You say it in your sleep, did you know that?” he threw and you shrunk a little, because no, you didn’t “So what he turned up all puppy eyed, and just like that it’s all back on?”

“No, it’s not like that,” you tried to defend, but Aldhelm was agitated.

“It’s fine. No really it’s fine,” he sighed “Just do not expect me to be around to pick up the pieces this time when it all goes to shit again!” 

“Aldhelm,” you cried genuinely upset at his outburst.

“You really don’t know do you?,” he sighed “That I’ve loved you for six years, but I never even got a look in because of him.” 

Your heart was pounding in your chest, as you were being forced to confront something you had only suspected.

“Ald,” you pleaded “Please let’s talk about this when you’re sober?”

Aldhelm softened at your plea but you could hear that his heart was broken “You still love him, after everything. Why? Why can’t it be me?” he cried and you bit the inside of your cheek.

“I'm so sorry,” you cried honestly “But it's only ever been him,” you admitted it so softly but Sihtric still turned his head to look at you and you couldn't make out his expression. 

The line was silent for a few moments and then Aldhelm sighed long and sad “I’ll let you go.”

“Ald,” you said softly “I promise we will talk about this, I love you,”

“Just not in the way I need,” he sighed and the line went dead. 

Sihtric didn’t ask about the call so you finished eating in silence and poured yourself another glass of wine. You could feel a headache coming on and were more than ready to call it a night.

Sihtric leaned back against the sofa and ran his hands down his thighs, you rose and  cleared the plates away and Sihtric’s eyes slipped closed.

“You want to sleep?” you asked softly and he nodded, stretching out his legs to lie flat on the sofa. You grabbed a few blankets and pillows and ushered him up just long enough to make the bed, before he collapsed back down exhausted. You brushed a stray curl off his forehead and pressed a kiss to his forehead. 

“Night Sihtric.”

“Goodnight sweet one,” he mused, eyes already closed and breathing evening out. 

You tossed in bed, despite the pain in your head. You couldn't sleep. 

Sihtric turning up out of the blue, Aldhelm’s confession, and you couldn't stop picturing the purple bruise around Sihtric’s eye, and the burning hatred you felt for the woman who had put it there. 

Your eyes filled with tears at the thought of someone hurting him like that, you sighed, turning over, as your bedroom door opened and the warm light of the living room lamps crept into your dark room.

Sihtric stood sheepish at the door, scratching at the back of his neck.

“I can’t sleep,” he muttered and you replied that you couldn’t either.

Without a word you scooted over in the bed and made room for him, he closed the door and gingerly made his way into the bed beside you.

“I can’t stop thinking,” he said after a while, “In my whole life, everyone that I’ve ever loved-You’re the only one who has never- the only one who has never laid a finger on me.”

“Sihtric,” you cried, rolling over to cuddle into him.

Sihtric still bore the scars Kjartan gave him, both the visible ones and the ones that ran much deeper than that. There was a scar on his cheek that made him incredibly self conscious but you had kissed it more times than you could count,to remind him he was beautiful, but it killed you to think that in his adult life someone would inflict that kind of violence on him again.

“You’re safe with me,” you whispered looking up at him through your lashes, and the electricity that swept through you both when he looked back down at you was palpable. 

“Did you mean what you said earlier on the phone, that it's always been me?”

You swallowed and nodded gently. 

“And he's in love with you? “ he guessed correctly “Y/N I don't want to get in the way of that-if you're happy. “

You hooked your fingers under his chin and forced him to look into your eyes. “There's only you,” you told him honestly, closing the distance to kiss him gently, and he responded immediately, flipping you over onto your back, and settling between your legs. 

“This time,” he promised, there's not a bus or woman in the world that's going to make me give you up again.”

It was needy and it was passionate, and when Sihtric pinned you down you were happy to be trapped in his arms. In fact it was all you had thought about ever since you left the ranch. Late at night conjuring up the day he took you out into the desert and made love to you on a picnic blanket. The way the muscles in his arms flexed, or the taut muscles in his stomach moved when he moved had your mouth go dry. 

Sihtric’s thrusts were becoming harder and sloppier as he was reaching his climax and you managed to wrangle your hands free to run them up his chest and up into the loose curls at the nape of his neck, you tugged a handful of them in your fingers and he hissed but the hungry smile of his face told you to tug harder so you did, eliciting the most delicious grunt you had ever hear him make as he fell apart. 

When he collapsed down beside you, spent, you knew that neither of you would have any issue sleeping now, and as sleep was beginning to overtake you, you heard him whisper into the night. 

“I love you.”

You didn't care if it was too much, or too soon because truth be told you'd been waiting to hear those words ever since you climbed on the bus that took you miles out of this very man's life. 

“Gods, I love you too Siht.”

You cried waving Sihtric off in the airport, It was two weeks until Christmas and you promised him you would be home for the holidays.

It had been nice to have him wrapped up in your arms again and to experience little things like cooking and eating together and watching those silly little game shows that he loved in the evenings but he needed to get back to the ranch and you were in the busy period of closing up for the holidays, and so you drove back to your apartment alone.

The conversation had been flowing as they sat in the booth, music playing on the jukebox and Finan carried over a round of drinks for the table.

“Are you finally going to tell us where you disappeared to?” Osferth joked and Sihtric who had been quiet all evening finally decided it was time to tell his friends the truth of what had happened with his ex, the blackmail, the abuse, Sara not being his, the whole spiel, and finally how he had flown to see you. He focused on his pitcher the whole time, unable to meet their eyes, and when he finished there were a few beats of silence.

“Why didn't ya tell any of us? We would have got you out of there.” Finan asked, hurt laced all over his face. 

“I was ashamed,” Sihtric replied, barely able to meet his friend's eye. 

Uhtred was suddenly out of his seat and marched over to close the distance between him and Sihtric, he gripped Sihtric around the back of his neck with one hand. 

“You listen to me,” he commanded, voice shaking “You have nothing. Nothing. To be ashamed of.”

Sihtric’s eyes were glistening and he finally nodded in Uhtred’s hands before his friend pulled him into a deep hug.

“She thought the ranch was mine. She smelled dollars where there were none,” Sihtric eventually said with a dry laugh, and Osferth perked his head up.

“But the ranch is yours?” he said confused and Sihtric’s puzzled face, puzzled him in turn.

“Y/n signed everything over to you,” Osferth told him honestly “She left an envelope on the table of her cabin, we finalised it all the day before-” he stopped in his tracks as he realised it was the day before his ex had come back and blown his whole life apart. “But the ranch is yours,” he finished. 

Sihtric’s head was swirling, he hadn’t been able to go into your grandfather’s cabin since you left, it was too painful and it reminded him of the weeks he’d spent with you, so he had been none the wiser of your parting gift to him.

Finan slumped back in his chair and shook his head, and Sihtric’s heart was thumping in his chest, why hadn’t you told him?

“I don’t deserve her,” Sihtric eventually said softly and Uhtred interjected.

“You do! It’s always been you for each other since we were kids and I swear to god I will personally not let anything get in the way of your happiness ever again.”

“Me neither,” Finan agreed, “Look Sihtric, that is your girl.You two belong together.” 

Sihtric couldn’t help the shy smile that broke out across his face because you always had been and always would be his girl.

“Sihtric wait for me!” you cried as he was a little way ahead of you, and you were a bit more unsteady on your feet.

“Come on Mama,” a little voice called and your heart swole with happiness.

“Give her a chance buddy,” Sihtric scolded “Mama is carrying your little sister in there too,” he smiled affectionately, running a hand across your swollen tummy when you reached him.

“How are my girls doing?” he cooed, and you swatted his hand away with a laugh.

“Sihtric, we don’t know that this one is a girl.”

“I do,” he announced confidently and in three months time he would be proven right when you pushed a beautiful baby girl out into the world.

“Come on!” your little boy shouted, taking off his cowboy hat to see better as he took to running again.

“Where are we going anyway?” you giggled as Sihtric took his hand in yours again, smiling in a way that told you he wasn’t going to give anything away.

There was a picnic blanket laid out on the lush summer grass and you couldn’t help the smile that burst out across your face as you scooped your son up into your arms “So this is where you both disappeared to this morning,” you mock scolded peppering kisses all along his tiny face as he squealed with laughter.

But when you spun him back around, Sihtric was down on one knee, you almost dropped your little boy in shock when you realised and the tears were coming before he had even asked the question.

“I’ve loved you my whole life,” he began, “Even when I didn’t have you, I loved you.”

“Sihtric,” you cried as your little boy went to stand beside him.

“You’ve given me a beautiful home, beautiful children and now it’s my turn to give you something, my mama’s ring and my last name if you’ll have it. If you’ll have me.”

“Yes. Yes. A thousand times yes!” you cried, pulling him up and flinging yourself into his arms, kissing any part of his face your lips could reach as he slid the ring onto your finger.

And he repeated the phrase he told you on the night you turned up at his cabin in nothing but your nightdress “I will always want you.” 

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