#it's like the golden flowers became a part of both of them after they got resurrected. ✨symbolism ✨ idk.

[shimmershy]

Just two siblings back from the dead, hanging out, totally not using this opportunity to torment one another for the rest of time! <3

Chara Week Day 4: Flowers

[Image Description: A digital drawing of Chara and Flowey from Undertale. They're on the Surface, with grass and trees and mountains stretching out behind them. Chara has golden flowers clustered around their left eye and speckled in their hair and on their hands. They're kneeling on the ground and smiling wide, holding Flowey's flower pot in one arm. Their other hand is outstretched in front of them and holding a camera. Flowey has a red bow wrapped around his stem and stickers in the shape of hearts, stars, and smiley faces decorating his pot. He looks annoyed as Chara leans their face in close to his to take a photo. /End ID]

[crystallinestars]

If They Were Your Pet Cat

Happy Cat Day (22.02)! I was inspired to write a few headcanons about what the boys would be like as cats.

I wanted to include a few more boys, but my brain ran out of juice.

Parts 2 and 3 with Honkai Star Rail boys here and here.

Contains: Kaveh, Alhaitham, Itto, Scaramouche, Venti, and Dainsleif.

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Kaveh:

🍷 Is a Siberian breed.

🍷 When you first brought him home, Kaveh took a while to warm up to you. He was wary of your intentions and reluctant to let you touch him. With some patience and gentleness, you eventually melted the golden feline’s heart, and he became inseparable from you. Wherever you go in the house, he follows, or at the very least checks on you to know where you are.

🍷 Kaveh is very sensitive to your emotional state. If you’re feeling depressed, he likes to lay on your chest and purr until you feel better. When you cry, he’s always by your side, rubbing his cheeks against you and licking at your face as if trying to wipe them away. He doesn’t leave your side until he’s sure you’re alright.

🍷 Due to your work/school, Kaveh is used to you coming and going at certain times as a part of your daily routine. However, if you come home later than usual, expect to have a grumpy cat on your hands. He will angrily meow at you non-stop and flick his tail in annoyance. He doesn’t like being alone, and he lets you have a piece of his mind if you leave him alone for long periods of time. He’ll sulk unless you coax him with some treats and gentle pats. Spending some time grooming or playing with him usually calms him down afterward.

🍷 Is very good with having guests over. Kaveh is a sociable cat and always greets anyone that comes through the door and gives them a sniff to learn who they are. He’s open to being petted by others but prefers to sit on your lap as opposed to your friends or family.

🍷 He’s a gorgeous cat but his coat is high maintenance. Because it’s so thick and long, he doesn’t tolerate the heat well. He requires regular brushing and grooming to keep his coat healthy. It’s a good thing he enjoys being petted because it makes grooming much easier. He tends to lean into your touch or the hairbrush when you stroke his body and purrs a lot throughout the entire process. He loves being pampered.

🍷 Kaveh likes to sleep on your bed, pressed up against you or lying on your chest. You got him a cat bed, but Kaveh still prefers to sleep right next to you in your bed.

🍷 He’s generally very affectionate. He both loves to give you affection and receive it. You’re not sure how well Kaveh understands what you say, but he always looks very smug whenever you praise him and give him scritches. He’ll headbutt you, asking for more head pats and affection.

🍷 You often find him staring out the window with rapture. You’re not sure what captivates his attention so much—maybe the sunset, the rainbow after the rain, or perhaps the flowers that bloom right outside your window. He’s also strangely attracted to lightning. Rather than get scared and hide, he sits by the window and stares out at the stormy skies.

Alhaitham:

🎧 Is a Russian blue.

🎧 Alhaitham is the quietest cat you’ve ever met. Hearing him meow or make any kind of vocal sound is rare. He’s also very introverted and prefers to spend time alone, hidden in some cozy nook or cranny.

🎧 He’s also very stubborn and smart. If you want to put a silly little cat costume on him for laughs, you can forget it because Alhaitham will give you the slip every time without fail. Rather than try to chase and play hide-and-seek with him, it’s much easier to abandon the idea altogether. If he doesn’t want something done to him, you won’t be able to force him.

🎧 As mentioned earlier, he’s a very smart cat. Alhaitham figured out how to open doors on his own, and is even able to open the fridge all by himself. It’s a bit annoying because he sometimes uses his abilities to sneak a tasty little something from the fridge, but his intelligence is truly a marvel. When you speak to him, Alhaitham’s expressions and body language change in response to your words, almost as if he understands exactly what you’re saying and is reacting to it.

🎧 Most of your friends and family have only caught glimpses of him when they visit. That’s because Alhaitham dislikes having guests over, and tends to hide from them. He only comes out once they leave.

🎧 He’s not a social cat in general and likes to keep his distance even from you. He’s not a lap cat, and will jump off and leave if you try to force him to lay on your lap. When he does feel like being social, Alhaitham will lay beside you if you’re reading a book, or perch on your shoulder to observe what you’re doing.

🎧 Is a very lazy cat, so you frequently find him taking naps while lying in a warm spot of sunshine. If you disturb his nap by attempting to pet or poke him, he gives you a displeased look and flicks his tail in annoyance. He’s very grumpy when his sleep is ruined.

🎧 Alhaitham never listens to strangers but does listen to you. If you call him over, he will come to you. He also tolerates your touch, and lets you squeeze and pet him without biting or scratching you. He looks unhappy about it, but lets you do as you please. However, if you ruin his attempts to leave once he’s had enough of your affection, he will take his revenge. That cup that’s sitting near the edge of the table? Yeah, he’s gonna push that off and stare at you without remorse while it crashes to the ground.

Itto:

🐂 A Maine Coon.

🐂 Itto is not meant for a house cat lifestyle. Despite your best attempts to keep him indoors, the rascal always manages to slip out somehow and venture into the great outdoors. His yearning to explore the greater world is too strong for you to contain, so you have to make peace with the fact he’ll spend most of his time roaming outside. On the bright side, Itto always comes home to you without fail, looking happy to see you and bask in your affection again.

🐂 He made friends with some stray cats in the area, so you have a small group of them regularly come to your porch and meow until you give them some food. It’s a bit costly to feed so many mouths, but watching the cats play together or rub against your legs while purring affectionately convinces you it’s worth it.

🐂 Since Itto spends so much time outside, he tends to come home dirty and matted. He needs to be bathed to stay clean, but good luck getting him in the bath. He screams and yowls bloody murder every time you try to wash him, to the point that your neighbors knock on your door to ask what’s going on. Thankfully, they grow accustomed to Itto’s bathtime opera and stop pestering you about it.

🐂 Brushing Itto’s fur also proves a challenge because he just can’t sit still. The little guy has too much energy to keep contained, so he usually ends up looking disheveled.

🐂 Itto is also a giant glutton. He’s capable of eating a week’s worth of cat food in just 3-4 days, yet somehow doesn’t gain weight. It’s expensive to keep him fed. If you try to put him on a diet, he will be very vocal in his complaints and even steal food from your plate.

🐂 He’s a troublemaker, but he’s incredibly loyal to you. If you’re feeling down, he’ll get you to play with him to take your mind off your troubles. If that doesn’t work, he’ll become more affectionate and rub up against you to get you to pet him and relieve stress. He never abandons you if you’re not feeling your best.

Scaramouche:

☂️ Is a domestic shorthaired tuxedo cat.

☂️ Was very hostile and cold towards you when you first got him. He was averse to touch, and often hissed and glared at you for the first few months of your joint cohabitation. Over time, when he was sure you meant him no harm, Scaramouche relaxed in your presence and wasn’t so hostile towards you anymore. He still glares daggers at any guests you may have over, but with you, he’s calmer and more affectionate.

☂️ Scaramouche is a bit of a loner and tends to slink off on his own to whatever corner of the house he calls his own. When guests are over, he likes to sit in an elevated spot (top of the closet, fridge, or shelf) and observe everyone from above. He does this for two reasons: firstly to discourage people from touching him, and secondly to keep an eye on the people around you.

☂️ If there’s someone he doesn’t like, Scaramouche will make it very apparent. That unfortunate guest of yours will get a warning growl to stay away from you. If the guest doesn’t comply, Scaramouche could even go as far as scratching the person. It’s not good behaviour on his part, but Scaramouche has his reasons. You’ve come to learn that he’s very good at picking out individuals who have bad intentions towards you or are just overall not good people.

☂️ He's a bit of a grumpy cat. He’ll let out noises of discontent if you pick him up to cuddle him or groom him, but he’s just all bark and no bite (but only with you). As unhappy as he’ll look, he’ll tolerate whatever it is you want to do to him. Unless it’s dressing him in silly costumes. Then you’ll get a harmless swat to your face (he makes sure to keep his claws retracted) and won’t see him for the rest of the day. Scaramouche won’t come out even when you call for him. No silly costumes, please.

☂️ For all his grouchy attitude, he still loves you. He wakes you up on time if you sleep through your alarm, badgers you if you forget to take your meds, and purrs on your chest when you feel sad. He’s very intelligent for a cat.

☂️ Is very picky about food. He won’t eat just anything you give him. Unfortunately for you, the only cat food brand he’s willing to eat is very expensive. He’s a very spoiled cat.

☂️ Hates bathing. Scaramouche tolerates brushing and nail trimming, but God forbid you try to put him in the bath. He will meow angrily and try to run, so it’s always an ordeal to hold him still long enough to bathe him. Sends you a scathing look if you laugh at how skinny he looks once his fur is matted to his body, making him look several sizes smaller. If you laugh, he’ll give you the cold shoulder afterward, so you won’t see him for a few days.

☂️ Isn’t into playing with cat toys, but he does hunt in his spare time. He brought you birds and mice a few times as a ‘gift’. He genuinely meant well, so was a bit irritated that you threw his gifts away.  

Venti:

🍃 A munchkin cat.

🍃 Venti is a cat that cannot be tamed. He clearly understands your commands because he sometimes complies with them when he feels like it, but most of the time he prefers to do his own thing. This includes venturing out into the great outdoors. Venti is not content staying cooped up at home, and you’ve long since learned to just let him go out when he wants. He’ll find a way to escape one way or the other. Besides, he still comes home, so it’s not like he doesn’t like living with you.

🍃 Venti seems to have an appreciation for music. He becomes energized whenever you play music, no matter what genre the song may be. He becomes more playful, so you often find yourself sidetracked playing with the cat instead of doing your work. If you can’t play with him, then Venti will zoom around the house like a cat on a sugar rush.

🍃 To your surprise, Venti also likes to sing. Or at least, you think the caterwauls he’s making are his attempts at singing along to some of the songs. It’s an amusing, albeit weird, sight.

🍃 Is generally not a lap cat, but he makes exceptions if he senses that you’re feeling down. During such moments, he becomes more subdued and nuzzles into your side, allowing you to pet him. His gentle purring and soft body usually help you feel better. If not, then he’ll stick to you like glue and follow you around the house to keep you company. It will be one of the few times when Venti sleeps next to you at night since he usually goes off on his own during that time. It’s obvious that he worries about your well-being.

🍃 Out of all the foods you let Venti try, you never expected him to like apples as much as he did. You swear he likes them more than the expensive cat treats you bought him. You trained him to do all kinds of tricks and even sit still for grooming in exchange for a few slices of apple (given as a treat).

🍃 He likes sleeping outside under the shade of the canopy, accompanied by a gentle breeze. You often catch him sleeping high up in a tree or a nook somewhere in the grass.

Dainsleif:

🌌 A Norwegian Forest cat.

🌌 You got Dainsleif from a shelter. He has a chronic illness that requires you to take him to the vet regularly for treatment, and some kind of scarring on his right side. The right side of his face and flank has matted, thinning fur, and you can only guess what happened to him before he ended up at the shelter. He was a very pitiful sight, which is why you brought him home. Under your care, Dainsleif lives the best life he can given his afflictions, and you’re even proud to say that aside from his mangled right side, the rest of his coat looks gorgeous.

🌌 Dainsleif is a relatively quiet and well-tempered cat. Though he’s shy and skittish around strangers, with you, he is more open. In private, his sweet temperament comes out. He often grooms you with his tongue as an act of affection and relishes in your gentle caresses when you pet or groom him in return. Watching his eyes close as he relaxes is a nice feeling since he usually has his guard up.

🌌 He’s not playful. Dainsleif is kind of serious for a cat. He dutifully waits for you at the door like a dog whenever you leave the house and greets you with a loud meow when you return. He doesn’t play with the toys you got him and prefers to spend most of his time sitting by the window and staring outside with an expression you can only describe as wistful.

🌌 Likes to sample whatever food you’re having. Dainsleif eats his cat food just fine, but you notice that he’s often curious about what you’re eating. He can’t help but want to sniff and taste human foods since the unique scents and flavors entice him. You share a little bit of your food with him after making sure it’s safe for cats, and Dainsleif couldn’t be more grateful for your generosity. However, this led to him expecting you to share a bit of your food with him during every meal. He’ll look dejected if you don’t.

🌌 When not weighed down by his illness, Dainsleif is very agile and has good stamina. He’s well suited for traveling outdoors with you if it’s something you want to try and will stay by your side like a loyal guard dog the entire time.

🌌 He’s very pliant with you. He tolerates bathing and grooming like a trooper despite not being fond of it since you’re the only one he trusts. If someone else attempted to groom him, then Dainsleif would simply run off and hide. However, he allows you to maneuver him in whatever way you need to complete the work well, and he doesn’t even complain about it. He becomes the sweetest cat in your presence.

[drunk-person]

Look after you (The Gossip) P.11

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x cousin!reader

Summary: One of the most talked about gossips among the lower class servants in Kings Landing is the fact (or not) that Aemond Targaryen got involved with his cousin Y/n Targaryen when they were both teenagers. Mainly due to the fact that at the age of 17 she was sent to Old Town overnight. Some employees claim that Aemond was caught between her legs. Some say that, like her father, she had had a horrible fight with her uncle and aunt and was sent away. And other than that none of this happened, she just became interested in the course offered at the Old Town conservatory. But now five years later, Y/n Targaryen is back, and rumors haunt those who favor them.

This chapter is a part of a main story The gossip, you can find the previous chapter, summary and general tags by accessing the link.

Summary of the chapter: In a world where lies and half-truths reign, truths come to light and choices are finally made.

Warnings of the chapter: 18+, fights, dysfunctional family, severe trauma, mentions of depression, religious guilt, mention of purification rituals, mentions of past abortion no description for reader.

Word count: 15.900 k

A/n: Sorry for the delay dears, this was really hard to write. Hope you all enjoy! Songs of the chapter: Stop Crying Your Heart Out by Oasis, Outro & Wait by M83 and Look after you by The Fray.

Good morning Kings Landing, after the scandal at the charity ball, Targaryen Inc.'s shares have fallen this weekend, but it seems that this did not affect the person responsible for it much, since Aemond Targaryen was seen entering the Aegon's Fort hotel yesterday afternoon. What business would he have to resolve with his cousin or his uncle, who is known to be staying there? The branches of the Targaryen family tree seem to be very close in the last few days.

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Y/n swung on the swing higher and higher as Aemond pushed her, her joyful laughter making him laugh too.

-Higher Aem! - She shouted, throwing her head back to look at him with a smile on her lips while her hair tied with colorful ribbons flew in her face in the wind. - Higher!

-Mommy said it can be dangerous to go that high. - He answered a little fearfully, but still pushing her on the swing harder and harder.

-But if we don't go high then it's no fun! - She shouted laughing once more, throwing her head back to look at him.

Aemond just rolled his eyes laughing and continued to push the chains of the beautiful wooden swing in the garden. When the swing was at a considerable height Y/n jumped off it, making the older boy's eyes widen as he watched her fall onto a pile of golden and orange autumn leaves piled up earlier by the gardener, making them fly through the air and scatter once again across the lawn.

At the same moment Aemond ran towards her with a frightened expression, calling her name with a childish voice overflowing with concern. But when he got close to the pile of leaves he could hear his cousin's happy laughter as she thrashed through the leaves as if she were already playing in the snow.

-I thought you got hurt! - He murmured looking at her still worried.

-Don't be silly Aem. - She laughed, taking out a dry leaf stuck in her hair as she felt a drop of rain dripping on her cheek. - The leaves are soft.

-You could have gotten hurt anyway. - He grumbled, kicking a pebble that was on the grass.

-I'll never get hurt with you always looking out for me. - The youngest replied smiling, rolling her eyes, and with a mischievous look she grabbed several dry leaves and threw them at Aemond before running through the mansion's wide backyard.

-I'll get you! - He shouted, darting after her amidst the flowers and neatly trimmed grass, his silver hair flying in the wind as more soft drops of rain clung to his skin and clothes.

-No, you won't! - She shouted happily, quickly looking back, her hair tied with colorful ribbons and her white dress with ruffles and lace flowing around her as she ran smiling.

The rain became heavier, going from soft drops to thick drops, creating streams of water through the grass and leaving the yard increasingly muddy. It was in one of these mud puddles that Y/n slipped, falling backwards onto the lawn amidst laughter of joy.

Aemond, who was following Y/n at full speed, couldn't help but slip and fall beside her, feeling the cold rain, which was now torrential, falling down his face as he heard the youngest's contagious laughter.

-My dress! - She suddenly shouted, but it was too late, there was already mud stuck all over the white lace fabric.

-It's okay, we can ask my mother if we can go to that store you liked again so we can buy another one. - He smiled, taking her hand and looking at her fondly.

-Swear? - She asked looking down while pouting and carefully stroking the stained lace of the dress.

-I swear! - Aemond assured, squeezing her hand gently as he spoke.

And upon hearing this, Y/n smiled again, rolling around on the wet and muddy grass as if she were a tomboy laughing with fun. With a smile, Aemond plucked a blue hydrangea from the muddy flower bed and gave it to the youngest, who accepted the flower with an even brighter smile on her lips.

-From now on, they are my favorites! - She spoke exultantly with excitement, holding the flower against her chest.

Aemond's bones ached with cold at this point, but he didn't care since his heart was warmed with joy.

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The sun bathed the interior of the room with its warmth, but it wasn't enough to warm the cold bed in which Aemond woke up. His bones were still frozen with cold like in the dream, but the warmth of Y/n's laugh had disappeared, making him look around with sleepy eyes in search of her, still slightly intoxicated by his cousin's perfume that was permeated in the hotel pillows. , still almost feeling her soft touch against his skin.

Aemond hadn't even realized it when he slept the night before, he was so tired and so exhausted from the last few days that finally having Y/n's body around his own brought him the peace of mind he so desperately needed to finally fall asleep and rest as he needed. But now looking around, she had disappeared.

-Y/n? - He called her with a voice hoarse from sleep, frowning, getting up from the bed still naked and with messy hair.

The room was completely silent, there was no sound of water running in the shower or of the TV on in the adjacent hall, just a morbid and cruel silence that made Aemond's stomach churn, and he was sure that if he had anything inside him he would have vomited the moment he realized she was gone.

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Not far from the hotel, laughter flowed freely amidst words that contained enough venom to putrefy an entire ocean. At the Heyford residence, friends were eating cake and talking as if their lives depended on it.

-I doubt any of you will try to deny the facts now! - Elyrio said laughingly, pointing the dessert fork at the others present.

-By the Gods, I thought he was going to kill Jason! - Pia muttered, stirring the tea gently before drinking it, her eyes still wide. - Did you see his face?

-Jason's face after Aemond attacked him or Aemond's face that looked like a demon while attacking him? - Lion frowned ironically.

-Even better, Floris's face as she watched her fiancé attack Jason for dancing with a woman who wasn't her. - Jane laughed, throwing her head back on the back of the couch

-I think he groped her ass. - Pia muttered, frowning.

-He didn't, the Targaryen is just crazy. - Lion chuckled, shaking his head. - They are all weird, fucking your cousins for years makes you that way.

-Cousin marriages were quite common. - Pia rolled her eyes and adjusted herself on the sofa. - All of our families have done it.

-Yes, in the middle ages… like centuries ago. - Elyrio grimaced, rolling his eyes.

-Didn't your cousin Tilde marry your cousin from the North last year? - Pia smiled ironically, curving her eyebrows at Lion and Elyrio, who remained silent for a few moments.

-That's beside the point… - Elyrio dismissed the conversation, waving his hand as if that gesture could remove the topic. - They are not direct cousins, almost fourth degree at this point.

-Anyway, I haven't seen Floris since all the confusion started at the ball. - Lion changed the subject soon after.

-You probably won't see her for a long time. - Jane muttered, leaning forward a little on the couch. - I heard one of the Targaryen security guards saying that our dear Y/n broke her nose.

-Damn. - Elyrio laughed, putting his hand to his mouth and throwing himself back on the couch. - The Targaryens will probably hide them both in a capsule in space for about three years after all this.

-Most likely. - Jane rolled her eyes agreeing. - I heard my father saying that Viserys Targaryen called an extraordinary emergency meeting with several members of the company for today after the drop in shares.

-I don't think so… - Pia muttered with her eyes slightly wide as she read a news story on her cell phone and then immediately showed the screen to the others, with the headline and a photo of Aemond leaving Aegon's Fort with the car windows down taken a few minutes ago.

-He must have gone there to give her moral support after seeing all those photos on the way out of the dance. - Pia concluded, turning the screen back to herself.

-We're past that phase, Pia. - Lion rolled his eyes. - With the anger he was in on Friday night, he must have fucked his dear cousin until her brain turned to jelly last night.

-Lion! -Pia croaked, blushing slightly at her friend's foul language.

-Nothing more than facts, little Pia… - He smiled mischievously against the cup, staring at them over the rim. - And now everyone knows about it.

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Aemond dressed in a hurry, looking around the room once more, before slamming the door and going down to the reception, slightly disheveled, without even caring about it. His head was boiling with fear and worry.

-Where's my cousin? - He growled at the reception man with his jaw clenched.

-I don't know, s-sir. - The boy stuttered slightly, unable to look at him properly. - She left a while ago, she said to hand over her luggage to her father and stepmother and ask him to check out.

-You're not going to hand her luggage to anyone! - Aemond hissed lowly with wide eyes, almost jumping over the counter. - Leave everything exactly as it is, am I clear?

-Y-Yes, sir. - The boy nodded nervously as he watched the Targaryen walk hard toward the parking lot, his face contorted in fury.

Aemond got into the car, slamming the door behind him with excessive force, causing a loud bang in the parking lot, feeling his hands tingle with desperation, barely able to put the key in the ignition with the slight tremor that took over his entire body.

-Seven fucking hells! - Aemond shouted in frustration, slamming his hand on the steering wheel as he tried to imagine where the hell Y/n had gone besides the hotel.

Almost completely overcome by despair, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, mentally repeating the words he wanted to believe now more than ever: "I'll find her, I'll find her." Feeling momentarily calmer, Aemond finally started the car, sighing shortly after as he left the hotel parking lot.

His mind was racing, trying to think of a way to find her. His main idea was to call her, but he had no idea what the youngest's new number was, besides the fact that his phone wasn't with him. Since in his rush to leave the house the day before, he had forgotten it on the bed, along with the clothes Aegon had lent him.

As he drove back to the apartment, Aemond mentally listed who might have her number, but he couldn't think of anyone, since they had been together practically the entire time since the day she arrived until that horrible day when they had the argument.

Aemond felt so foolish, so stupid. He asked himself every moment "How could he let her go? How could he lose her once again?" A lone tear of pain ran down Aemond's cheek as he thought about her, as he thought about the fact that in that moment he would give anything to have his Y/n back smiling by his side.

Daemon's voice seemed to echo through his head, making his stomach churn as he imagined Y/n moving on with life without him, at imagining another man in his place. Memories of the night of the ball invaded his mind, her so beautiful in that red dress next to that wretched Lanister. Aemond's blood boiled at the mere memory, but the anger was instantly replaced by pure pain when he remembered Y/n's voice telling him not to touch her as she pulled away from him.

And amidst all the pain of last Friday's memories pounding through his mind, Y/n's provocative voice seemed to shine, speaking mockingly about her own dress. Olenna's dress, for which Aemond knew that Y/n had such great admiration that it bordered on fanaticism. And with renewed spirit, he accelerated the car even more, since if anyone could have Y/n's number it would certainly be the old fox Olenna Tyrell.

He didn't even bother to lock the car when he got out of the parking lot, he just ran towards the elevator, pressing the button repeatedly, as if that would help the elevator move faster. When he finally opened the main door, Aemond frowned the exact moment he stepped inside, noticing that things were definitely not where he had left them.

A stab of pain shot through his chest and Aemond felt his heart freeze when he saw the open trunk with several of his precious memories scattered across the couch and floor. Without even closing the door behind him, he ran towards where the mess had been made, eyes wide and hands shaking.

Aemond's breathing was almost returning to normal flow, when once again his stomach dropped at the sight of Alicent's expensive moss green leather bag resting on the table in the entrance hall. Bile rose in his throat at the exact moment the realization dawned on him that it was his mother who had come in there and gone through his things.

Feeling his throat almost closing up, he bent down and picked up Mr. Bunny from the couch, and next to the plush, a picture of him and Y/n hugging and laughing on one of her birthdays, while a hot tear ran down her cheek almost to her neck before Aemond wiped it away roughly with the back of his hand. Her smile, frozen forever in that image, almost made him lose his breath once more.

Until Vhagar's soft meow sounded through the room, making him look away at her, who was looking at him curiously while gently rubbing herself against his legs.

-It's okay, dear. - He whispered more to himself than to her, stroking the cat's ears while she was allowing him to do so. - It's going to be okay.

Aemond's voice sounded more determined, before he put the old plush back on the couch and walked to the bedroom looking for his cell phone, almost smiling when he realized it still had enough battery. Aemond was about to leave the apartment with only his cell phone in his hands, when something flashed in the back of his mind.

He would not wait any longer, he would never lose her again, not in this life or in all the others that would come. With this in mind and his heart full of fear, Aemond bent over the trunk, fearing that the wooden box he always kept at the bottom was no longer there, feeling almost instant relief when he saw it intact and unopened among the other things that remained in the trunk.

With a sigh, he grabbed the box and headed toward the elevator, slamming the apartment door behind him. Still with his angry eyes, he strode toward the reception as soon as the elevator door opened, making the doorman flinch slightly.

-May I ask why you let my mother break into my apartment while I was away? - He practically growled at the man, leaning over him as if he were ten feet tall.

-I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to. - The doorman muttered without looking him directly in the eyes. - But your cousin asked me to come up and I thought there would be no problems…

-My cousin? - Aemond's voice dropped five octaves in ten seconds upon hearing that, his eyes shining with shock as the threatening posture gradually left him. - Y/n was here?

-Y-yes, sir. - He nodded as he spoke. - She asked me to wait for you, said you wouldn't mind.

-When was that? - Aemond asked, his voice bordering on hysteria. - What time did she come?

-It was yesterday afternoon, she said she would wait for you. But then your mother arrived, sir, and went up too. - The man gestured towards the elevator as he spoke. - She didn't stay up there for long, but as soon as she left it didn't take long and Miss Y/n went too.

-By the fucking gods. - Aemond hissed furiously, and without saying anything else he headed towards the parking lot with his eyes flashing with fury.

He had barely slammed the car door behind him when he selected the Tyrell residence number from his cell phone's contact list, feeling all his body tingle with unease.

-I need to talk to Olenna Tyrell. - He growled angrily as a girl's voice sounded on the other end of the line.

-My grandmother doesn't answer calls on Sundays. - The pretentious and arrogant voice sounded against Aemond's ears, making him even angrier.

-It's extremely urgent. - He hissed slowly through his teeth, his jaw so tight it could break.

-She continues not to answer calls on Sundays. Call again on Monday. - The girl said ironically before Aemond heard the sound of the phone being hung up.

-Insolent slut. - Aemond practically shouted angrily, throwing the cell phone hard against the passenger seat, not knowing what to do next, and then just starting the car, leaving the parking lot for the light of the street.

A few moments later, when he stopped the car at a traffic light, Aemond looked ahead and the news screen of the main avenue lit up, making his heart drop, when suddenly several photos of Y/n alone on the road after the charity ball appeared.

Her eyes were scared and slightly reddened by tears as she tried in vain to cover her face with her arms. It got even worse when a video started next, where one of those vultures placed the camera so close to her face that it almost knocked her over.

Even watching from a distance without the audio, Aemond could almost hear the sound of her voice, almost feeling her desperation on his own skin, with her eyes wide with fear, looking in all directions but with no way to escape. Bile rose in his throat, making him feel like he was going to vomit, anger and fury were boiling inside him like a toxic and explosive mixture at that moment.

Taken by nothing more than pure hatred, Aemond made the left turn that would take him to the family mansion, breaking the right of way and honking at whoever the idiot was who had gotten in front of him, gripping the steering wheel with such force that his knuckles were slightly white.

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The movement in the Targaryan family mansion that day was much greater than usual. While Rhaenyra and Aegon were talking to several of the main shareholders along with some of the department heads, Viserys had been locked in the office with Alicent and Larys Strong, the head of the public relations department, for at least two hours.

Each suggestion given to resolve the problem made Viserys want to disappear from the room, not wanting to upset his wife, but not knowing exactly which path to take to correct all that chaos.

-The Lanister family is undoubtedly furious. - Larys communicated to Viserys in a restrained manner, while walking around the room with both hands behind her back, her head lowered, but with her eyes observing every detail inside the office, as if analyzing Alicent who stared at Viserys with a frown while picking at the skin around her nails lightly. - They demand at least a public apology from Aemond, and are considering reevaluating some recent investments with the Targaryen.

Viserys sighed at this, raising a slightly trembling hand to his forehead as he tried to think of a solution.

-Let's leave that for later. - He finally decided. - Tymond Lanister is an old friend of mine, I spoke to him personally about it later.

-What about the Baratheons? - He finally asked while crossing his hands on the wooden table top and looking at Larys.

-Borros Baratheon has publicly stated that he will not collaborate with anything that has the slightest to do with Targaryen Inc. - Larys murmured in a soft and slightly paused voice as he observed Viserys from bottom to top, as if she were analyzing him meticulously. - Not after the terrible humiliation suffered by your daughter.

-The girl however… claims that she would still agree to get married, even in… the current circumstances. - Larys clasped both hands together, looking from Alicent to Viserys as spoke.

-And what do you expect me to do? - Viserys hissed, staring at him slightly impatiently, raised his hands up. - May the Gods help me! Aemond said he won't marry the Baratheon girl! - Viserys roared lightly, glaring at them. - What can I do?

-Force him to marry Floris! - Alicent demanded furiously, placing both hands on the tabletop, staring at her husband with eyes blazing.

-What do you want from me, wife? That I put a knife to the boy's throat and force him to go up to the altar? - Viserys roared in a low voice, glaring at her with a mixture of exhaustion and anger. - I can't do that!

Viserys didn't need to try very hard to know where all this would end. Exactly where Daemon ended up, forced to marry Rhea, stuck in a loveless marriage and with a heart full of hate. He pressed his hands firmly against his face, knowing very well where this whole story between his grandmother and Daemon had ended. In more shouting and more fighting, in a loveless marriage, in the permanent separation from his brother and in the birth of Y/n in a house that looked more like a war zone than a home.

-How can you not, Viserys? - The youngest looked at him indignantly, leaning even more firmly on the table and almost lifting her feet off the floor to face her husband with eyes shining. - Do as your grandmother did with your brother, tell him that either he marries Floris or he will be disinherited!

Before Viserys could give his answer, the office door opened and Aemond appeared with his jaw and fists clenched in fury. The older man looked closely at his son who looked completely destroyed, with his wrinkled suit, his long disheveled hair tied in a poorly made bun and his bloodshot eyes full of dark circles making it seem as if all the joy had been sucked from his soul. Viserys held his breath momentarily with the cruel thought that he hadn't seen him like this in five years.

-That's what you're doing then? Planning my ruin behind my back? - Aemond hissed with slightly wide eyes, walking slowly into his father's office, while looking from one to the other with betrayal burning in his gaze, watching his mother turn and stare at him with shock in her eyes, before regaining her composure.

-Your ruin? - Alicent arched her eyebrow in confusion, as she approached Viserys behind the desk and looked at her son very seriously. - Everything I've done up until now has been to protect you, Aemond! Every decision, every little thing… - She pointed out, tightly squinting her eyes as she spoke. - It was to protect you and your reputation! It was to ensure that you have the future you deserve!

-And what is the future that I deserve, mother? - He spat out the words angrily. - A fake marriage to satisfy your and my grandfather's ego? Living forever on lies while everyone knows that I love another woman? That I desire another woman?

-By the seven, I forbid you to speak of this matter again! - She hissed, serrated her lips immediately afterwards as she slapped her hand against the table.

-Mother, I’ll only ask you once. - Aemond ignored Alicent's words, still slightly blinded by anger, speaking through his teeth with his jaw so tight that it was almost possible to hear it creak. - What did you say to Y/n? - Aemond demanded, staring at his mother with wide eyes burning with fury.

-I don't know what you're talking about. - Alicent replied at the same time, looking away from him briefly. - I haven't seen her once, besides the night of the ball, since she came back.

-Stop lying to me! - He practically shouted, taking long strides towards the table where his mother and father were standing behind with their eyes even wider.

-I know you were in my house, I know you went through all my things! I know you said something to her because now she's just gone and I have no idea where she is! - Aemond seemed out of control as he spoke, his voice hateful and cruel with each word he uttered as he walked around the office with hard steps, feeling almost compressed to be again in the same room where they had ripped half of him away years ago.

-Tell me the truth! What did you say to Y/n? - He growled now in a low voice with his face contorted with anger and his eyes jagged.

-Exactly that, the truth! - Alicent finally screeched, walking towards her son decisively. - I didn't say anything else to her, I just stated the facts. If she decided to leave, she decided on her own! I'm not to blame for any of this!

-Lies! - He hissed once more, glaring at her decisively while Larys and Viserys watched the exchange in silence. - She wouldn't do that, she wouldn't leave, she wouldn't leave me if you hadn't done something about it! - Aemond yelled while gesturing to the older woman.

-But you're right, mother, none of this is your fault. - He growled, glaring at her even more furiously, his face contorted into a hateful frown. - It's mine for letting things get to this point! It's mine for not sending my grandfather to the seven hells the day he came up with that infernal proposal!

-If she wanted to leave, it was of her own free will! - Alicent reiterated angrily, walking towards her son, stopping a short distance away. - What you need to do now is stop this madness and focus on your future. - She begged him, looking him in the eyes, holding her son's shoulders firmly. - We still have time to fix things between you and Floris and resolve this whole mess!

-There is no me and Floris. - Aemond screamed lividly upon hearing those words, breaking free from his mother's touch in the process. - Y/n is my future! - He hissed between his teeth. - And I wouldn't marry Floris Baratheon even if it were to save my neck! - He growled increasingly furious as he looked around the office, briefly meeting his father's shocked eyes on the way. - I would rather drop dead right now than accept living like this!

-Dear, you're confused. - Alicent murmured, her eyes shining with unshed tears as she approached him once more. - Let's just talk to the septon and sort this all out, everything will be fine after you talk to the septon!

-I'm not going to talk to anyone! - Aemond walked away from her, his eyes sparkling. - I don't want to talk to anyone! - He shouted, walking towards the door. - The only thing I'm going to do is find Y/n, and no one is going to stop me!

-Don't you dare turn your back on me for her! - Alicent shouted, taking a few steps forward and facing her son with clenched fists, her nails almost sinking into his flesh, making Aemond stop with his hand on the doorknob. - That girl is a mistake!

-No, she's not. - He sighed wistfully, looking back briefly and facing his mother. - This is all a mistake.

Without looking back again, Aemond left through the office door, slamming it as hard as he could behind him, quickly going down the stairs, feeling as if his brain was rattling inside his head, while his mother's voice sounded behind him, along with the footsteps heavy weights of Viserys, who was also descending the stairs, followed by Larys Strong.

Little by little the screams filled the main hall of the mansion where Aegon and Rhaenyra were trying to calm the spirits of some worried shareholders, making everyone instantly look towards the stairs. Quickly, the curious eyes of the mansion's employees and everyone else who was there paid maximum attention to the scene, barely looking away as Aemond descended the last few steps of the stairs in a rage, followed by Alicent who seemed on the verge of despair.

-Aemond, if you leave through this door, you don't need to come back! - Alicent shouted, standing at the foot of the stairs with tears in her eyes, watching her son cross the hall towards the front door, while Viserys looked around, not knowing what to do, in the midst of such a delicate situation and with so many extremely important people seeing everything firsthand.

Aemond froze for a moment, looking at the perfectly polished floor of the house where he had grown up, the same floor on which he had run with Y/n so many times playing tag, the same floor on which she had been dragged away from his arms years ago, the same floor on which his tears had flowed freely for nights on end as he remembered her.

He looked up and in front of him, near the door, were Aegon and Rhaenyra. His half-sister stared at him with what seemed like a mixture of fury and disdain, while his brother had a frown and a very serious look on his face, staring at him with a look that practically made Aemond hear a voice screaming in the back of his own mind.

Choose.

With his jaw serrated and his hands clenched into fists, he turned around again, staring at his mother with shining eyes as he took his wallet out of his pocket, opened it, and ripped the company's access badge with his credentials out, threw it onto the hall table with force in an act of pure fury under everyone's shocked gaze.

-Aemond! - Alicent squealed in horror, putting both hands to her mouth as her eyes widened.

-Then I'm not coming back! - He loosened his tie, ripping it off angrily, followed by his jacket and throwing them on the table along with his badge while he glared at both his father and mother. - It's over for me!

Without saying anything else, Aemond walked towards the exit of the mansion, his gaze momentarily crossing with Rhaenyra and Aegon's once again, she looked at him with even more disdain if that was possible, while Aegon had a palpable smile of pleasure on his face, nodding quickly when his younger brother walked past him in long strides towards the garden.

Nothing else mattered to Aemond at that moment, the only thing that existed in his mind was Y/n, the only thing that would keep him breathing was finding her. And going as fast as possible towards his car he had an idea of ​​how, there was only a certain type of person who always seemed to know where everyone was in that damn city, those faggots from the gossip papers, who seemed to be everywhere at the same time.

Slamming the door behind him furiously, Aemond accelerated the car leaving the mansion's grounds without even looking in the rearview mirror. When he was a safe distance away a few meters later he stopped, turning around almost at the same moment to reach for his cell phone on the passenger seat.

Aemond sighed deeply, almost punching the steering wheel in frustration resorting to the last desperate resource that could help him find her, praying quietly to the gods that some tabloid would have at least one update with Y/n's name.

-Hell where is she? - Aemond muttered to himself as he scanned through the various gossip pages with hundreds of hits. Until his gaze caught on one in particular called "Kings Landing Daily", in which Y/n's name appeared in large letters in an article from about an hour ago.

"Is it time for pruning? Y/n Targaryen was seen at the Black Water Bay airport a few minutes ago, apparently completely alone. Some sources claim that she bought a ticket to Essos, but no one could say which city! Perhaps the more libertine airs across the sea will do our dear girl good, who seems to enjoy unorthodox entanglements."

Just below the headline was a photo of Y/n entering the airport looking even more haggard than when he saw her the day before, her gaze vacant and unfocused, while her lips were curled down in a frown so sad that it made Aemond's heart drop almost to his stomach.

With trembling hands, he checked the flight schedule, feeling the air return to his lungs briefly when he saw that no flights had left for Essos, and there was only one scheduled to take off in the next two hours. With that in mind, Aemond started the car again, stepping on the accelerator towards the airport.

As soon as Aemond started the car, the radio turned on too, still tuned to the same radio station that Y/n had left on the previous days. And Aemond's eyes filled with unshed tears when Shania Tyrell's soft voice began to sound from the speaker, singing that same song that his sweet Y/n loved, the song that she always said belonged to the two of them.

Stopping the car at a traffic light, he closed his eyes momentarily, while the memory of her smile took over his mind. As if by magic, the memories of the dream he had had earlier that day returned, and Aemond's heart ached even more as he remembered the sweet promises made by those two children in the rain.

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A few miles away, Y/n was sitting curled up in an armchair in the cold, gray private waiting room of Black Water Bay Airport while outside the chaos of the airport continued without her. Y/n looked at everything through the large window next to her armchair, carefully observing the profusion of excited or irritated conversations, while the mechanical voice of the sound system announced the next flights.

Amidst the tumult of people rushing to catch their flights, she then saw a smiling couple, the woman in a very fine lavender dress and the man wearing an expensive suit, in the middle of them holding both of their hands while occasionally gaining momentum and lifting her small feet off the ground, there was a beautiful little girl who must have been no more than five years old. Smiling and laughing, chatting things that Y/n couldn't hear to her parents, who just looked at her with love.

Y/n's eyes slowly shifted to another direction, her gaze lost in the sight of a blue flower sticker on the window of one of the stores across the hall. Little by little, her vision lost focus as she felt her mind wandering down paths she didn't like to go down, through memories that brought her more pain than any other physical wound she could have ever had.

As if to make everything even more painful, Shania Tyrell's soft voice sounded through the airport speaker, singing so sweetly that it made her close her eyes momentarily as she thought painfully about everything she had lost and everything she would still lose, being slowly dragged into unconsciousness.

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The green meadow of RuneStone seemed even bigger and greener than Y/n remembered in her childhood memory of the happy moments she had lived there with her mother. The sweet smell of grass and sea entered her nostrils, bringing a soft feeling of innocent joy to her heart.

With a smile, she admired the beautiful mountains that covered the entire Valley, full of greenery and small colorful flowers that gave them a charm that in childhood made Y/n think they were magical. Everything seemed perfect, the sky so beautiful and blue that it could be a painting and no one would know, and suddenly a firm voice, but at the same time full of warmth and deep love, sounded through the sound of the leaves in the wind, making her heart skip a beat.

-How is my little girl?

Y/n's eyes filled with tears at the same moment as she slowly turned around, feeling the wind ruffle her hair, messing it up, her heart flooding with barely contained joy and extreme melancholy as she heard her mother's voice for the first time since she was a child.

-Mama! - Y/n sobbed out loud as soon as her gaze met Rhea's, and without thinking for a second she ran straight into her mother's arms, throwing her onto the fresh, soft grass of the Valley, falling next to her as tears ran freely down her cheeks.

-Mom, I missed you so much. - She practically sobbed, holding tightly to the woman, hiding her face in her chest as tears and more tears ran down her face. - So… So much.

-Oh my little girl. - Rhea stroked her hair with adoration and care, an unwavering love and longing in her eyes as she left a kiss on her daughter's hair. - I'm so sorry I couldn't be with you.

-I'm dead? - Y/n asked with a trembling voice, still clinging to her mother. - I'm dreaming? Are you really real?

-I assure you that you are very alive and that I am very real. - The woman held her face by the cheeks softly, looking into her eyes. - You needed me, didn't you? - She smiled without taking her eyes off her daughter. - So I came to see you.

Y/n sobbed with joy upon hearing that, hugging her mother even tighter as she hid her face in her neck and cried profusely, feeling a wave of security so strong in her bones at that moment that it almost left her breathless.

-But why only now? - The younger girl's gaze towards her mother was nothing but confused as she tried to breathe and dry her tears, and still couldn't let go of Rhea. - Why not earlier? I've needed you before, mom.

-But not as much as now. - Rhea caressed her daughter's cheekbones with her thumbs, frowning momentarily.

-You're giving up, Y/n. - Rhea spoke very seriously. - You've never run away in your entire life, you've never cowered in the face of problems, you've been through much worse trials than this and you've always kept hope in your heart, you've always fought for the things you wanted.

-I can't stay, mom. - She sniffed, wiping a tear with the back of her hand, feeling her heart burning with pain. - I don't have the courage to tell Aemond what happened. - She sobbed lightly, holding on tighter to her mother as she said those words. - And I also don't want to be the one to blame for ruining his future.

-You need to tell him the truth, my dear. - The mother smiled sadly, caressing Y/n's hair. - I know how painful this was for you, but what happened is also part of Aemond's story. He needs to know. And you need to tell him so you can move on.

-Mom, I'm so scared of telling him the truth. -Y/n sobbed, pressing her eyes tightly, the pain inside her threatening to take over her entire being at the mere mention of a not-so-distant past.

-My sweet girl, I can feel your anguish. - Rhea whispered to her melancholic daughter. -But sometimes we need to face the past to be able to forgive.

-I don't want him to hate me. - Y/n murmured, hugging her mother tighter and tighter as she listened to each of the older woman's words with her eyes full of fear. - I won't be able to bear it if he hates me.

-Not when you already hate yourself for what happened, right? - Rhea caressed Y/n's face with a look of deep sadness and the youngest looked away. - It wasn't your fault, Y/n. You need to forgive yourself.

-I don't know if I can. - She sighed with her eyes closed in deep pain. - It hurts so much when I think about it, mom, it makes me wish I had died that night.

-You were just a little girl. - Rhea spoke sweetly but very seriously. -You weren't responsible for anything that happened. It doesn't matter what anyone told you.

-Aemond loves you more than anything, Y/n. - Rhea smiled melancholy against her daughter's grass-scented hair. - I don't think it would ever be possible for him to hate you, besides, he's a smart guy. He'll understand. He will suffer just like you, but he will understand.

Y/n smiled momentarily against her mother's heart when she heard this, thinking about her dear Aemond and how much she loved him, but then she became serious.

-I don't want him to suffer, mom. - She murmured hoarsely, feeling her stomach churn at the mere thought of causing Aemond suffering.

-You can't take that away from him, my dear. - The woman answered solemnly, stroking a lock of her daughter's hair. - Just like you can't take away from him the opportunity to choose what he wants for his own future. - Rhea continued in a serious voice, looking deeply into Y/n's eyes. - You have the right to your choices, and Aemond has the right to his. His mistakes are not your fault, just as yours are not his.

-But it's not fair to you or him to leave like this, my dear. - Rhea murmured against her hair, leaving a soft kiss there, making her daughter sigh with contentment.

-And how much did Alic… - Y/n swallowed the bitter words before continuing, while raising her head and looking Rhea in the eyes. - And what about Aemond's mother?

-You don't owe anything to Alicent Y/n. - Rhea grumbled, her voice slightly heavy and her eyes sparkling subtly.

-She was good to me, mom. - Y/n frowned in confusion as she rambled on, even if deep in her heart a certain bitterness resonates at the sound of the words. - She took care of me as a child when I lost you.

-Just because someone had a good attitude towards you in the past doesn't mean you should subjugate yourself to them forever. - Rhea held her daughter's face more firmly as she said those words. Her face was as firm as the rocky mountains that surrounded them. - The past is in the past. Alicent took care of you when you were a child and that won't change.

-But something that also won't change is what she did to you afterward. All the pain she caused you. - The older woman's voice sounded fiercer, while her jaw clenched subtly as she said the words, with a look of deep protection in her eyes. - It's okay to feel angry with her for that, it won't make you ungrateful when she hurt you in so many ways.

-I don't expect you to retaliate, but I didn't raise my daughter to be a coward. - Rhea whispered to Y/n with a stronger voice as she looked her firmly in the eyes. - To cower in front of Oto and Alicent Hightower and run away!

-You're not just a Targaryen, you're a Royce! - Rhea growled with burning eyes as she stared at her daughter while holding her by the shoulders. - And Royces don't run like cowards, it's us that the cowards run from!

Y/n's eyes burned when she heard that, but this time not from tears, but from a feeling of inexorable bravery taking over her and leaving her almost breathless, while her lower lip trembled gently.

-I'll be brave, mother. - She stated in a firm voice, feeling her heart race in her chest with the promise.

-I wouldn't expect anything less from you. - Rhea smiled widely as she gently and softly caressed her daughter's cheeks, just like she did when she was a child.

-My sweet Y/n. - Rhea's voice grew weaker, almost a whisper as she still looked at her daughter with that same look of affection and sweetness. -Be happy!

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-I'm will! - Y/n whispered softly in her sleep.

A profusion of sounds burst from all sides, and still feeling her heart warmed by her mother's words, Y/n woke up from her dream looking around the gray airport waiting room a little scared trying to locate herself in that place that seemed so cold compared to the green meadow of her dream.

With her eyes returning to focus she turned once again to the large window next to the seat, but now the movement of people had reduced drastically, since everyone was looking basically in the same direction while whispering among themselves. Y/n raised her eyebrows slightly confused, since she couldn't see what all those people were looking at from where she was.

But then suddenly she held her breath, the moment she realized that Aemond's familiar voice echoed through the room. For a moment Y/n didn't know if she was awake or not when she walked towards the public area of ​​the airport and her gaze found Aemond arguing with a security guard a few meters ahead, just behind the non-passenger limit area.

-Mr. Targaryen, without a ticket, I cannot let you pass from here. - The man tried to explain in a firm voice, but one that inevitably contained a note of fear.

-I just don't understand why I need a ticket when my family owns the fucking airport! - He hissed through his teeth, furious, his nostrils flared and his eyes wide, making the security guard flinch a little.

-I-I'm sorry Sir, but that's the airport policy…

-Fuck the airport policy! - Aemond didn't let him finish, looking even more furious, almost advancing on the security guard. - I need to talk to my cousin right now! Where is she?

His face looked completely red as he spoke, while around him several people watched the scene with curiosity written all over their faces. Some had already taken their cell phones out of their pockets and were discreetly filming the whole mess.

But Y/n didn't even notice those people, her gaze focusing solely on Aemond, who as if sensing her presence turned to look at her, all anger leaving his expression almost instantly upon seeing her. The next second, without giving any explanation to the security guard with whom he had caused a scandal seconds ago, Aemond walked with long strides towards Y/n, without hesitating for a second on the way to the youngest, while he felt relief gradually replace the despair with which his heart seemed to be so familiar.

Y/n in turn just remained motionless in the same place, still numb from the dream, not sure if it was real or not. Until Aemond got close enough for her to feel his breath brushing against her skin and pulled her against him in a desperate hug, almost crushing her bones against his.

-You can't do that to me. - He murmured against her neck in a desperate voice, holding her against him in the middle of the airport hall. - You can't leave again when you promised me a week ago that you would never leave me again.

-Aem… - She murmured in a frightened voice, looking around. - People are watching.

-I don’t give a shit about any of them. - He interrupted her at the same time with a growl, holding her face between his palms. - Let them stare.

-What are you doing? - Y/n stared at him with wide eyes, while she felt the gaze of everyone around her burning holes in her back.

-Which I should have done the moment you came back to me. - Aemond hissed softly, looking deep into her eyes, his heart racing in his chest, almost taking his breath away.

-I love you, Y/n Targaryen. - He declared in a firm voice, still holding her face between his hands, which were now shaking slightly as he spoke. -I have loved you since I knew what love is.

Y/n felt her heart jump in her chest when she heard those words, her stomach churning while the rest of her body suddenly seemed to start tingling simultaneously. She couldn't say anything, just stare at Aemond with her breath caught in her throat, barely able to move, paralyzed by that moment.

-Wherever I go, I see you! - He whispered, his red eyes seeming to look straight into her soul. - On every street I walk, every sunrise and every sunset I watch. On every rainy day, every damn flower that dares to grow in a field. - He sighed heavily, pressing his eyes tightly. - I see you!

-My heart is chained to you, Y/n. - He opened his eyes again, staring at her in such a raw way that it made her skin crawl. - You can't leave without tearing me apart in the process.

-Aem… - She gasped, her eyebrows furrowed, staring at him, unable to look away even an inch.

-If you leave, you'll be condemning me to a life of endless pain and sadness. - Aemond stopped her from saying anything, as he pressed his forehead against hers. - I don't care about anything else. - He murmured, his eyes sparkling as they met hers.

-I don’t care about companies, politics, family. I only care about being with you! I'd live in an isolated cabin in the middle of the Iron Islands if I could be with you. - He practically growled.

-Aemond. - She sighed, her face contorted in a mixture of doubts, her hands slowly rising until they gently rested on the older man's cheeks, holding him carefully just as he held her while shaking his head. - This will ruin you.

-I'm already ruined, Y/n. - He sighed to her with teary eyes, guiding his hands through her hair and holding her closer. - I've been ruined for five years, since the night they took you away from me.

-And I would give up everything… - He practically gasped, his eyes wide as he stared at her, while Y/n held her breath, unable to take her eyes off his. - I would give up all the money and our family name right now, if it means that you will be mine forever.

-Because if I have you and nothing else, I will be satisfied. - He murmured, gently brushing his nose against hers in an act of affection so gentle that it almost pulled all the air out of Y/n's lungs. - But if I have everything a heart could desire and I don't have you, I can never be happy.

Y/n's body was so close to Aemond's that she could feel his heartbeat against her own chest, as if it were only one, and at that moment her heart was beating so hard that she feared she would die right there. In a brief moment of hesitation, her mind went back to the previous afternoon, and Alicent's cruel words about how all of this was ruining Aemond's life, and for an instant she wanted to let go of him.

But as quickly as the thought came it dissipated, replaced by his own mother's voice, whispering softly to her that Aemond's choices belonged to him, and no one else. It was not up to her to decide what to do alone, it was not up to her to choose for him. Aemond was making his decision and he was choosing her over all other things, and Y/n knew she had to make her own decisions and that she would be the biggest fool if she refused him, if she refused her greatest wish and opportunity to be happy.

Feeling her eyes filled with tears, Y/n slowly approached Aemond, brushing her nose against his slowly, her lips just a breath away from touching his.

-I love you too. - She whispered, her face contorted in pure contentment as she said those words, closing her eyes slowly and sighing, as if saying those words lifted a weight off her shoulders.

Little by little Aemond's face contorted in tension began to dissolve into a soft smile with his eyes shining with emotion, while he felt the purest relief inflame inside. Being taken by that overwhelming wave of contentment, Aemond didn't care about the hundreds of eyes that were already watching them open-mouthed, he just sealed the millimeter distance that was left between them with a passionate kiss right there, in the middle of the airport hall full of people.

The moment their lips touched, dozens of flashes went off simultaneously in the distance, but Aemond didn't care, not when Y/n was in his arms so close that he could feel her heart as if it were his own. Not when he could taste her lips on his, feel the flavor of her love mixing with his.

Aemond broke the kiss with a soft sigh, leaving a short peck on her lips in the process, brushing his lips against Y/n's afterwards as they both kept their foreheads together, unable to pull away from each other.

As the buzz increased along with the increasingly deafening noise of the flashes, the two were slowly pulled back into reality. Aemond assumed a stoic expression again, locking his jaw as he pulled Y/n behind him, protecting her with his body, afraid to see the frightened look from earlier on the screens firsthand if she had to face the photographers face to face alone. He walked with long strides towards the exit, always keeping her close to him, while the airport security guards tried to keep the paparazzi who had appeared like vultures.

Y/n, in turn, barely saw or heard the photographers, even though the flashes were popping madly a short distance away while they shouted scandalous and dirty questions at both of them. Her eyes only saw Aemond, her ears only heard his breathing and heartbeat as he whispered softly in her ear that everything was okay, holding her protectively in his arms the entire way to the car, only letting her go to open the passenger door and then helping her get into the car as quickly as possible, before running to the other side and getting in as well, already starting the engine and driving the car out of the airport parking lot.

The youngest didn't know what to feel, her heart racing as fast as a hummingbird in mid-flight. She was still catching her breath when she looked to the side and saw Aemond with his eyes fixed on the road ahead of him, driving on a path that seemed familiar to her, but still Y/n had no idea where it would lead.

-Where are we going? - She finally found the courage to ask as she bit her lower lip, staring at the older man.

-To a safe place… - He murmured with a small sideways smile, looking at her out of the corner of his eyes. - A safe and special place.

It wasn't long after that and the two arrived at a large empty property, surrounded by a high stone wall and a huge cast-iron gate that looked like it had come straight out of one of the books Aemond read to them before they went to sleep, or on the days when it was too cold to play in the garden when they were both children.

Y/n couldn't see anything behind the walls, only through the bars of the gate where she could notice several trees and flowers planted around a vast green lawn, along with the sound of dozens of birds singing happily while colorful butterflies flew around, brightening up the place.

-What is this place? - Y/n smiled playfully for the first time in days, but still with a melancholy in her eyes, as she stared at the older gently raised her eyebrows. - The enchanted forest?

-Well, see by yourself. - He murmured, still with a subtle smile on his lips, already taking off his seatbelt and getting out of the car, making Y/n frown when he opened the back door and took out a solid wooden box that for a moment she remembered seeing at the bottom of the trunk the day before, but she didn't have time to snoop around with Alicent's sudden arrival.

Y/n squeezed her eyes shut and sighed before finally getting out of the car, feeling her heart in her mouth as she tried to imagine the million possibilities of what all this could be. Aemond waited patiently for her outside with his hand extended in a courteous gesture that she gladly accepted, and with a subtle smile he guided them both to the gate.

Without letting Y/n see the rest of the box's contents, he pulled a large, copper-colored key filled with colorful trinkets that seemed familiar to Y/n from inside the box and unlocked the huge gate, which let out a rather loud creak as it opened.

-First you my lady. - He murmured, holding the gate open so that the youngest could pass, making Y/n lean gently and pass under his arm, looking curiously at the immense property now that she was inside the walls.

The two walked down a short stone road that seemed to lead nowhere, and Y/n couldn't shake the feeling that she knew that place, even if she didn't remember being there. The only sound heard was that of the birds and both she and Aemond walked in silence, without saying a single word to each other, until the older one let out a resigned sigh.

-I never forgot you. - He murmured, looking at her painfully while tightly gripping the wooden box. - Not even for a minute.

-Aemond, you don't need to, I've already… - Y/n began to speak, feeling her heart tighten with the guilt of the words she had said to him in the hotel room, being immediately interrupted by the older man.

-I need to. - He sighed, grabbing her hand through his free one and bringing it to his lips, placing a soft kiss on the palm. - I need to tell you how much I missed you, how much I wanted you back during each of the days that passed.

-Some days I talked to myself. - He murmured, looking down. - I pretended you could hear, I pretended you were there because I felt like I was losing you, I felt like I was slowly going crazy.

-I think maybe I could hear you. - Y/n whispered back holding his hands between hers. - Sometimes I was sure I heard you whispering my name during the night, maybe I was dreaming, but I preferred to just believe it was your voice. - She smiled melancholy looking at the floor.

-I'm sorry for making you think that I didn't care about everything that happened. - His voice was solemn and his gaze downcast. - I missed you, more than anything in this world. So much so that some days I thought I was going crazy. - Aemond gasped, squeezing his eyes shut at the mere memory.

-It wasn't your fault. - She murmured softly. - I just… I was so scared and so insecure about this whole Floris and you thing that…

-Y/n, this is over. - Aemond interrupted her at the same moment, the Baratheon's name causing a bitter taste in his mouth. - There never was a Floris and me, and there never will be. I put an end to all that lying, there is no more engagement, there is nothing else. There is only you and me now. - The last words were spoken quietly as they both leaned closer to each other.

-Close your eyes. - Aemond asked in a low voice, almost whispering, watching with slightly teary eyes as the younger girl arched her eyebrows in confusion before slowly closing her own eyes.

Y/n shivered slightly as she felt the older man's soft hands gently touching her shoulders, turning her in another direction that she assumed was the sun, as she could feel a subtle golden glow through her eyelids.

-You can open them now. - He whispered with his lips pressed against the shell of her ear, making Y/n's skin crawl.

Slowly Y/n opened her eyes, blinking a few times to adapt her vision again, and when she finally could see clearly again, she could see the hills of Visenya and the enormous sept of Baelor above her. Completely covered by the orange sunset just like it was all those years ago when Aemond said he loved her for the first time in that same meadow.

-Is-is it our meadow? - She asked, looking back with her eyes brimming with emotion, while her lips trembled as she spoke.

-No. - Aemond smiled, turning her towards a completely clean and empty meadow, only well-trimmed grass growing in that place. - It's our home… - He murmured against her neck, smiling anxiously. - Well, our future home

-It was the first thing I did when I started working at the company. - Aemond sighed, pulling her even closer to him, making Y/n melt into his touch as she looked at the property, finally recognizing little things that remained unchanged over time, like the beautiful colorful flowers that Aemond always picked for her.

-I bought this place for us, Y/n. - The oldest kissed her neck gently as he spoke. - To build our lives here, just like we always dreamed. - Aemond slowly moved away from her, leaving a soft caress on her left cheek and then looking away at the wooden box.

Y/n bit her lower lip in curiosity as she watched him trying to discover the contents of the box, until he took a paper from inside and after closing it again, unfolded it, making Y/n feel her heart almost collapse when Aemond placed the slightly crumpled paper in her hands. An old, faded drawing of orange walls, white windows, beautiful classic columns, colorful hydrangeas everywhere. The drawing of the house she had made all those years ago.

-You saved it. - She whispered, holding the paper with trembling hands, raising her wide eyes to look at him.

-Of course I did. - Aemond smiled wistfully with tears in his eyes, caressing her cheeks with his fingertips. - It's our dream, the future that I promised you.

Y/n looked around once more, finally noticing the beautiful hydrangeas growing everywhere. Mainly around the grass field where the space for the house to be built was located.

-I've only been here twice since that day. - He looked at her with a serious look. - Once on the day I bought the property and had the wall built, and the other on the day I hired a gardener to take care of everything.

Aemond couldn't help but smile as he slowly saw Y/n's amazed gaze as she looked in all directions, admiring the beautiful place that had once been so common to her eyes.

Just as they always did in the past, the two joined hands and walked side by side to a large tree and sat in the shade, surrounded by several very well-kept hydrangeas. They had barely sat down when Y/n leaned over to hug Aemond, who was leaving the wooden box on the grass. In the middle of the hug, she began to speak, her lips on the older man's chest.

-I'm sorry, Aemond. - She sniffed lightly. - I should have told you how I was feeling, I didn't want to feel this way but… I was so angry with you for this whole situation. For everything that happened, it wasn't your fault, but I felt it. - Y/n took a deep breath before continuing to speak.

-The only thing I could think about was how much I loved you and how much you had moved on without me and forgotten me in the years that passed. - The youngest couldn't lift her head and look him in the eyes, feeling so ashamed of such thoughts now that she knew better.

-I would never do that. - Aemond lifted Y/n's chin, looking very serious. - I swear I tried to convince them to bring you home, I swear Y/n. I offered to stay in your place, to go study in the north… I… I would do anything to have you back.

-Helaena told me what happened after I left. - She looked at him from under her eyelashes with an extremely low tone of voice.

-How much did she tell you? - A resigned sigh left Aemond's lips.

-Not much. - Y/n shrugged, still looking at him in that same way.

-My mother offered me a deal after you left. - Aemond began in a low voice, determined not to hide anything from her anymore. - If I had a weekly conversation with the septon, she might reconsider your departure.

-Conversation with the septon? - Y/n raised an eyebrow at her cousin in disbelief.

-It was more like a weekly purification ritual. - He smiled melancholy without being able to look her in the eyes, the mere mention of those moments making him feel disgusted.

- I didn't want you to know about that. - Aemond murmured, still with his head down. - I didn't want you to think that for a moment I wanted to purify myself of something we did, I didn't want you to feel sad for me when you've already been through so much worse.

With tears in her eyes, Y/n slowly pulled him towards her, making Aemond lean towards her at the same time, eager for the gentle touch he missed so much. The youngest hugged him tightly, tangling her hands in his silver hair, almost losing her breath when she felt Aemond return the hug with the same intensity.

-It's okay Aem. - She whispered to him gently as she carefully stroked his hair. -I'm here with you.

-Let's not hide things from each other anymore. - He murmured, stroking her hair gently. - Let's always be honest about our feelings.

Y/n felt a pang in her chest when she heard that, an overwhelming feeling of fear climbing up her spine and completely freezing her back. For a moment she held her breath, biting her tongue and cheeks lightly, feeling unable to say what she had to say with such a strong wave of fear overwhelming her. And then her mother's voice seemed to whisper again in her ear.

"Royces don't run like cowards!"

-Courage - Y/n whispered softly to herself almost in a sigh as she clenched her fists tightly, making Aemond frown.

-Are you okay? -He asked against her hair, gently inhaling the scent of shampoo in the process as he gently stroked her arms.

-I need… I need to tell you something. - Y/n began with a trembling voice, feeling smaller every moment as she shrank more and more against her cousin. -Please Aem… don't… -She held her breath momentarily before speaking, her eyes suddenly looking opaque. - Don't look at me differently after that.

-What? - He hugged her protectively while displaying a confused expression, practically sighing the words against her hair. - Not in a million years would I look at you any differently than I am looking at you now.

The youngest shuddered when she heard those vows, breathing deeply through trembling lips as she tried to utter the words that hurt her so much, like a thorn in her chest that had never been removed. Slowly all the feelings from that night five years ago returned to her. The anguish, the fear, the pain… she could almost hear her own screams amid the septa's furious words as she dragged her to the infirmary. And after all that, the purest terror and despair she had ever felt in her life when she found out what was happening.

-I was pregnant when they took me away. - Y/n finally whispered against Aemond's chest as tears ran down her face.

The older man's expression slowly fell as the words hit him. At that moment, it was as if Aemond felt his own heart freezing in his chest, along with a sick feeling in his stomach that made him feel like he was going to vomit.

-Pregnant? - He whispered, his lips suddenly starting to tremble.

-A month that night, probably. - She sobbed harder, clinging tighter and tighter to Aemond, who held her tighter and tighter against his chest, staring blankly as he felt his vision gradually blur. - It must have happened before your trip to the Vale.

The moment Y/n said that, a bitter taste filled Aemond's mouth, the clear memory of the night in Driftmark where the two of them had snuck into the room, but before anything else, the younger woman took the antibiotic for the throat infection.

He should have been more attentive, he should have paid attention to that small detail, but as always, Y/n's mere presence drove him crazy to the point of forgetting even his own name, let alone things that at the time seemed so insignificant compared to the joy he found next to her soft body.

And now Y/n was there, with her head buried in his chest, sobbing in pain. Aemond didn't need to ask her what had happened to know, but he needed to hear, he needed to hear it from her lips so that his troubled mind could believe.

-Wh-what happened? - He asked after a few moments gathering courage, uttering the words with tears in his eyes, his voice trembling and stuttering as he hugged Y/n.

-It was my fault. - She cried even more as she bit her lips to try to contain her sobs of pain and pressed her eyes shut. - I didn't know… I didn't know I was pregnant. - She looked into his eyes and Aemond felt his own heart break into pieces with the pain he saw in her.

-I stopped eating as soon as I arrived in Oldtown. - She sniffed, trying to breathe through her tears, barely able to speak without sobbing. - I didn't leave the room, I barely drank any water.

-The doctor said my body was too weak to… to… keep the baby. - She collapsed into his arms at that moment amidst her sobs, feeling as if the dam of repressed pain that she had been filling for years had irreparably broken, and Aemond held her even though he wanted to fall too upon hearing all that, each word a knife to his heart.

-She said it was a miscarriage. - Y/n finally murmured the words minutes later, her gaze lost as the sun lowered on the horizon more and more. Tears ran freely down her face, her red and swollen eyes slightly out of focus, as if she were suddenly reliving that horrible moment.

-It was almost eight weeks when it happened. - Y/n sobbed, pressing her eyes shut as if that would ease the traumatic memories. -It hurt so much and I cried so much, but not because of the pain, but because I was losing him.

Aemond felt his throat close up as he heard that, the memory of the dream he had had on the night of the storm coming back to him vividly. The crying from Y/n, the screams of despair as she called out to him, the pain he saw in her blood red eyes. She was losing him that night, losing their child. Tears inevitably ran down Aemond's cheeks at that moment, as he tried to process all of that.

-The septas kept repeating how horrible I was in the eyes of the gods for being pregnant before I was married. - Y/n laughed sadly as more tears rolled down and she looked away from Aemond again, unable to bear to see him cry. - And all I could think about was how things should have been, how our baby should be born and how you should at least know about him.

Aemond had never felt so small and powerless in his life, not even when Y/n had to leave, deep in his heart and soul he knew he would have her back one day. But this was different, it was irreversible. This pain was irreversible, he could never fix what happened, he could never meet his lost child, he could never take away from Y/n the tragedy she had been through.

-Remember what I told you in Lys that they had forbidden me from going on excursions to the city? - Y/n muttered very quietly, looking at her hands and feeling her head hurt a little. - A few months later, when I was allowed to go on my first excursion, I ran away and tried to call you. - She sniffed, lifting her head briefly to look at him. - That was why. To tell you what… what had happened.

-But one of the girls saw and told the septa. - She spoke in a bitter voice, squeezing her own arm tighter. - They never let me leave after that.

-Bastards… - Aemond growled angrily, his eyes burning with fury and tears as he pulled Y/n to him again and pressed his body to hers even harder than before, feeling the coppery taste on his lips. The memory was still fresh of the Septa telling Helaena that Y/n was fine and being very well taken care of. - Damn bastards.

-I swore I would tell you as soon as I found you. - The youngest moved away from him a little to look at him, her eyes still full of tears making Aemond's pain and anger for everything that happened triple.

-But when I saw you again… I couldn't tell you. - She covered her face as if she felt ashamed. - Cause it was all my fault! - Y/n practically squeaked against her hands. - What a shit mother I am, I couldn't even keep our child and… and… - She sobbed, feeling her heart compressing in her chest.

-Don't ever say that again. - Aemond held her face firmly between his hands, looking at her very seriously, while a tear ran down his cheek. - None of this was your fault. Nothing.

-Look me in the eyes, love. - He asked in a sad voice and Y/n obeyed a little shakily, breathing deeply and trying to regain control over her own emotions while feeling Aemond's gaze upon her. Her skin crawled as she looked straight into his eyes and saw all the pain that she so wanted to avoid was printed there, but along with that pain she could clearly see the purest love that had always shone every time Aemond looked at her. - I'm sorry for not being with you at this horrible time, I really am. We were supposed to be together. But you need to know you didn't do anything wrong.

Y/n felt more tears running down her face as she looked at the older man, absorbing every word he said.

-You would never intentionally hurt our child. - He caressed her cheek with his thumb, his voice full of a mixture of pain and conviction, Y/n laid her face against his palm feeling her own breathing calm down.

-It still hurts, Aem. - She confessed with a choked voice full of emotion. - I buried all of this inside me for years, so it wouldn't hurt so much and I could handle it. - She gasped. - But it still hurts…

The two of them hugged for what seemed like hours, watching the sun descend closer and closer to the horizon, while its golden light illuminated them softly.

-I-I had to take an elective class at college. - Aemond spoke with a slow and shaky voice, randomly after a few minutes. - I was so tired of everything that I missed the deadlines and ended up taking biology…

Y/n frowned in confusion upon hearing that, subtly tilting her head to the side, trying to understand the older man.

-In one of the classes we learned about something… fetal microchimerism. - He looked at her very seriously, wrapping his hands between hers and gently frowning. - It's something that happens during pregnancy, with the mother's and baby's cells.

-The two share each other's cells, and even with the abortion, in a way… - Aemond gave Y/n a small, melancholic smile, slowly leaning his forehead against hers. - The child remains with the mother forever.

Y/n's heart little by little began to flutter in her chest with each word Aemond said. And when he finally finished, she could barely breathe with the idea that a part, even a small one, of her long-lost baby, lived with her. An innocent and sincere smile appeared on the girl's lips and for a few moments she just stood there processing that information.

-I don't want to forget him, Aem. - She finally sighed with her eyes closed. - Never.

Hearing Y/n say that, Aemond got up from the lawn, carefully letting go of his cousin and leaving a kiss against her hair in the process. With just one look she understood that she should wait there, so she just watched him walk through the trees, returning moments later carrying some stones in his arms, making the youngest look at him confused.

-We need to say goodbye to him appropriately. - Aemond whispered, crouching down in front of her with a sad look. - Even if he didn't really come into this world. - He smiled melancholically at her who sniffed, staring at the rounded stones in his arms.

There was no body for the two to burn, as was common in the Targaryen family over the centuries, but just like the Royce tradition they could make a tomb of stones. Even if symbolic. Even if just to remember.

With a sigh Y/n got up from the ground, taking some of the stones from Aemond's arms, dividing the heavy load between the two. Side by side they walked to a small clump of colorful flowers at a slow pace, breathing deeply the sweet scent of the meadow as they looked at each other.

-This looks like a good place. - Aemond's voice sounded solemn amidst the cheerful humming of the birds around, making Y/n nod positively with her head looking at the beautiful flowers.

With an almost reverent care the two distributed the stones together, placing them one by one until they organized a firm pile that stood out among the flowers. With each stone placed Y/n felt lighter, as if those stones had all been piled on top of her for the last five years and now they were finally being removed.

Slowly a smile appeared on Y/n's lips as she placed the last stone in place, looking at the small monument with affection and letting a tear fall, she brought her right hand to her lips, kissing the tips of her fingers and then placing it on the stones, while she felt Aemond hug her with tenderness and affection.

The older man's heart ached with each movement, watching each of his cousin's reactions carefully, and even in the midst of the pain of saying goodbye to a being he had never met, a sweet relief warmed his soul when he saw the peaceful expression on Y/n's face at the end of her simple tribute.

-I always kept asking myself, what if this happened because I shouldn't be a mother? - Y/n whispered one of her greatest fears out loud for the first time as she looked at the stones and felt the cool wind slowly dry the salty tears on her face. - What if this was a warning from the gods to me?

-You will be the best mother this world has ever seen. - Aemond turned and smiled melancholy at her, carefully bringing his right hand to the younger girl's face, who sniffed in return, smiling slightly.

-You will have a peaceful pregnancy, with me by your side taking care of you, as it should be. - He gently wiped her face, which was still damp with tears, with the tips of his thumbs, with each word Aemond said, Y/n's heart warmed.

-I'm sorry for not protecting you back then, for not protecting you both. - He murmured in a pained voice, staring into her eyes while holding her face between his palms.

-But things are different now, darling. - He gently brushed his nose against hers. - I promise you they are, and that I will never let anyone hurt you again. - Aemond pressed his eyes tightly as he spoke, his jaw clenched as if the mere idea of ​​Y/n getting hurt again caused him pain. - That I will take care of you, protect you and give you the life I promised you. The life we ​​both dreamed of.

With the last words he left a slow and chaste kiss on her lips. Holding the youngest's locks of hair firmly between his fingers, sealing that promise in the best way he could, making Y/n almost float out of her own body, only being pulled back to reality when their lips parted.

The increasingly golden rays of the sunset made the beautiful meadow practically shine under Y/n and Aemond's eyes. The flowers seemed even more beautiful through that light, and with a last breath before they walked away, the youngest leaned over and picked a beautiful blue Hydrangea, placing that flower on the small tribute made to her lost child.

Maybe Y/n would never get over that pain, maybe she would live with it forever, but for some reason the crushing guilt of having failed seemed to lift from her shoulders, slowly dissipating like the clouds in the orange sky of Kings Landing. With a final sigh she turned around, finding Aemond's outstretched hand in front of her, and smiling peacefully, she took his hand, following him back to the large tree where they had sat in the shade earlier.

As they walked, the sound of the birds seemed to get louder, as did the sweet scent of the flowers and grass, which seemed to become more and more pronounced. The cool breeze of the wind caressed both of their skins, and Y/n couldn't help but smile at the sight of Aemond's beautiful silver hair flying against the wind.

When the two finally sat down again under the tree, Y/n's eyes strayed to the wooden box that Aemond had brought with him, suddenly curious again.

-I… - Aemond murmured hesitantly. - I kept a lot of our things. - He caressed the lid of the box with his fingertips as he spoke. - I clung to every little thing that reminded me of you to keep me alive.

-I know you kept it. - Y/n murmured back, feeling her cheeks heating up instantly, lowering her gaze. - I opened the trunk when I was at your apartment yesterday.

-Were you the one who opened the trunk? - For a moment, relief threatened to bloom in Aemond's chest at the idea that it hadn't been his mother, and that all the memories he had kept so carefully for years hadn't been tainted by his mother.

-Yeah. - Y/n smiled shyly, still embarrassed for having gone through Aemond's things without permission, even though many of those things were hers too. But little by little the smile faltered on her lips as she remembered what had happened between her and Alicent the previous afternoon. The contempt in the woman's eyes as she spoke each cruel word to her.

-Y/n? - Aemond's voice called her carefully while stroking her hand. - What happened in my apartment yesterday?

She looked at him confused from under her eyelashes when she heard the question, feeling the older man's warm touch soothing her.

-I know my mother was there. - He concluded with a much more serious look, clenching his jaw as he spoke, fearing what could have happened to have shaken the youngest in the way he had seen. - What did she say to you?

-She was… unnecessarily cruel. - Y/n muttered with a hesitant voice, but with her eyes filled with a subtle glint of fury. - Basically, she blamed me for everything wrong that had ever happened in your life so far.

Aemond's chest burned with anger when he heard that and he squeezed Y/n's hands more firmly between his.

-Listen to me now. - He growled with a firm gaze, his eyes slightly wide and his nostrils subtly flared. - I don't regret any decision I've ever made involving being by your side. The consequences of my mistakes are mine, not yours or anyone else's, Y/n. You understand? - Aemond asked seriously and she nodded slowly without looking away.

-Good. - He murmured, nodding subtly, but still with the thought of his mother blaming Y/n tormenting him, especially after the pain of betrayal that burned in his stomach for what she had caused. For what she had made them lose.

-I can already see her mentioning that stupid incident with the dog… - Aemond muttered angrily. - We were children, Balerion bit me, it could have been any of us. - He grumbled, rolling his eyes. - Even Aegon, Helaena or Daeron.

-But it was you. - Y/n arched her eyebrows, carefully stroking the place where she knew the scar was under Aemond's clothes, the guilt for what had happened not yet having completely left her.

-Yes, that was me! - He stared at Y/n, shoving his hands through her hair as he spoke. - Because I love you and I would rather die than see you hurting yourself if I could avoid it.

-You know your mother won't accept this, don't you? - Y/n stared back at him, concern written all over her face.

-I don't give a damn about what my mother, my grandfather or any of those vultures in the press think. - He growled, pressing his forehead against Y/n's. - No matter what they say, we were both meant to be, meant to be together. And I will never give up on us.

The youngest's heart fluttered incomparably when she heard that, beating so hard she thought it would come out of her mouth. Overcome by the euphoria that only Aemond could cause her, Y/n closed the distance between them, kissing the older man on the lips with praise, tangling her hands in his silky silver hair just as he tangled his own hands in hers.

-I have something to give you back. - Aemond sighed against her lips as they broke the kiss, still with his eyes closed. Without waiting for Y/n's response, he reached into his pants pocket, taking out the sapphire pendant necklace that he had carried with an amulet for the past few days, watching the younger woman's eyes shine with joy as they landed on the beautiful silver jewel.

Without saying a word, Y/n slowly turned around and lifted her hair, exposing her neck. For a moment she caught her breath as she felt Aemond's warm touch mixed with the familiar cold of the metal against her neck. The weight of the necklace fit her perfectly, not feeling heavy like the diamond necklace she had worn to the charity ball, but rather ideal, like a part of herself.

-Thank you, Aem. - She sighed with a smile, leaving a peck on his lips, holding the beautiful blue pendant between her fingers and looking at it right away.

Aemond smiled sideways, feeling his chest burn when he saw her again with the necklace around her neck.

-It worked, you know? - She rolled her eyes, still looking at the pendant with affection. - I always thought of you when I looked at the necklace. It brought me hope on bad days, made me believe that one day… things would be okay.

-I have one more thing to give you. - He murmured, leaning over and leaving a kiss on her shoulder.

Under Y/n's curious gaze, Aemond picked up the wooden box on the grass, carefully opening it and taking out a small black velvet box. The youngest immediately felt her heart palpitate in her chest, and her stomach freeze at the same moment, bringing her right hand to her mouth, biting the soft skin of her index finger gently while looking at Aemond with her wide, shining eyes.

-I bought this some time ago. - He murmured, leaving the wooden box against the grass once more and looking in Y/n's direction with a small smile on his lips. - More precisely, a year after you left, I thought about going to Old Town and taking you away from that place, but there was no way I could do that.

Aemond held the velvet box tightly between his fingers and Y/n could barely breathe as she stared at him at that moment. All sound around them seemed to have disappeared, not even the wind seemed to make a sound against the leaves. It was just the two of them under the almost setting light of the sun on the horizon.

-So I waited. - Aemond continued with a firm and low voice, caressing the velvet of the box between his hands. -I waited for your return during each of the days we spent apart, I would wait for you for another five years, or a lifetime if necessary, as long as you are mine forever. - He stared at her with a raw and sincere look at each word spoken.

-I can see that the more time passed, the more I lost control over everything, over myself and over my life. - He sighed resignedly, swallowing dryly for a moment and closing his eyes.

-But Y/n, you are my destiny! The only one I want today, tomorrow and always is you. Only you! - He practically growled as he knelt before her who was still sitting staring at him with teary eyes.

-If the stars don't align of their own accord, then I will align them all myself. - He growled, holding her hands between his and squeezing them. - But I will never… never again, let them separate us again. That's a promise!

-Then please say you'll be mine forever. - He opened the velvet box and a hot tear of pure joy and emotion ran down Y/n's cheek as she smiled uncontrollably at the sight of the beautiful silver ring with designs that resembled two intertwining vines and a beautiful sapphire stone adorning it in the center.

Not even when Aegon convinced her to ride the roller coaster at Casterly Rock, Y/n felt so many butterflies flying in her stomach at that moment. Never in her life could she remember her heart beating so fast. Nothing she had ever felt before compared to the feeling of seeing Aemond on his knees with that velvet box in his hands, staring at her with that passionate look in his eyes.

Feeling his heart burn with emotion at the sight of the youngest's eyes shining with expectation, Aemond finally uttered the words he had waited his whole life to say.

-Marry me, Y/n. - His voice sounded firm even in the midst of the raw nervousness he felt, and his eyes couldn't move away from Y/n's, who looked at him with a glow of happiness so deep that it almost eclipsed the sun itself.

The moment the older man closed his mouth after pronouncing the proposal, Y/n had already jumped on him and knocked him onto the grass, kissing him passionately as she tried to nod her head positively, barely managing to stop smiling amidst the kisses.

Aemond's silver hair spread across the grass like a halo. While Y/n's joyful laughter invaded the clearing, seeming to echo along with the wind, replacing the sad sobs from earlier.

-Yes. - She exclaimed with that innocent joy that Aemond loved so much in her, her beautiful skin seeming to shine under the last rays of golden sunlight. - I will marry you! - She smiled, sitting on his belly with both hands resting on her chest to keep herself steady.

-That's all I want most in my life, Aemond! - She laughed emotionally, leaning forward and brushing her lips against his as she said this.

With relief almost overflowing from his eyes, Aemond held her by the waist and sat down on the grass with Y/n still on top of him. His eyes glistened with tears as he took the ring out of the box and placed it on Y/n's trembling ring finger, whose eyes burned with anticipation as she bit her lower lip, looking at her own finger, feeling herself shiver at the soft touch of Aemond's lips on the ring as he looked at her from under his eyelashes with affection.

In pure devotion, Y/n plunged her fingers into Aemond's hair, almost pulling him by the ears in a new passionate and happy kiss. Hardly able to believe that this was real, hardly able to believe what was in front of her. Leaving her forehead pressed against his as she breathed deeply, closing her eyes and trying to convince herself that it was really real.

-Did you like the ring? - Aemond smiled against her lips, leaving a kiss as sweet and soft as possible in the process.

-More than anything. - She smiled back, opening her eyes again and looking at him as she reached out her hand to admire the beautiful ring with affection. - It's perfect in every detail.

-That's good, because I chose the stone to match something very special. - He murmured, tilting his head and leaving a kiss on the necklace that rested again in its rightful place on Y/n's neck.

-You really did well on that one, sir. - She sighed at the sweet sensation of Aemond's lips against her neck, the smile not leaving her lips as he gently caressed her hair. - Because this is the most beautiful ring I've ever seen in my life and it will match practically everything.

-That's because it was made with you in mind, my lady. - Aemond smiled against her neck, leaving another gentle kiss there, making Y/n squirm in his arms. - I chose the stone. - He left a chaste kiss on her ear. - And the model personally. - He kissed her temple, gently nuzzling his nose into her hair. - Everything thinking about you.

-I love you Aemond. - She whispered, leaving a kiss against his jaw. - I love you so much.

-I love you too, my dear. - He murmured against her hair, smiling slightly amid the hug.

-Will you never let me go again? - Y/n frowned, almost gasping the words.

-Never. - Aemond promised in a whisper, holding her even tighter against himself. - Never again.

Visenya Hills already had its bright lights from the sept of Baelor lit, illuminating everything in a long distance. The birds had already stopped their singing, and the only sound present there was that of the owls, the wind and the occasional car passing by on the road.

Darkness had already taken over the meadow, and the only thing that illuminated them was the moonlight, but Y/n would not fear, she would not fear anything as long as Aemond kept his arms around her, protecting her from everything and guaranteeing her his most precious possession, his love.

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A/n²: I wrote and rewrote the final scene about a thousand times, it took me about two weeks alone. I hope it was up to par, and the music also helped a lot in the creation. If you want to listen to Die for You by Starset, I highly recommend it because it's a new perspective from Aemond's perspective on everything.❤️‍🩹

I hope you enjoyed the chapter, give me feedback, I'm very happy to read your thoughts on the story! Thank you to everyone who read this far! 💕💕💕💖

[savannahsdeath]

a part3 of -this- which im actually proud of ❈ dealer!ellie and reader in love but nothing's perfect . finally a rough part . got carried away but enjoy:3

warnings: ANGST mention of sex, language

the spring season brought the first warming breeze and blooming flowers to the land after the cold winter. the air was filled with the aroma of new blossoms and fresh grass. the sky was typically clear and blue with the occasional fluffy white clouds covering the bright sun. the days often got warmer, but some areas still experienced frosty nights. small animals such as bees and birds returned and chirped their familiar tunes.

spring was the time of rebirth and new beginnings.

you and your father met regularly over the past month. as time went on, your meetings became more and more enjoyable. you began to fill in the blanks and learn about each other, sharing memories and experiences. soon, these meetings became a regular part of your schedules. your relationship began to deepen as you got to know each other better. you started to share more intimate conversations and found comfort in that. your meetings became more than just catching up on life events - they became a source of strength and support for both of you. yet, you were rarely serious, since you started to notice your father’s playful sense of humor and found it endearing — how could ellie describe him as harsh?

right, ellie. she was just as captivating as your new-old parent's funny bone. she had a way of holding your attention and making you feel like nothing else mattered but her. you shared a connection that ran deeper than words could describe. your friendship grew as you bonded over your shared interests and passions — it turned out that she can be a nerd when it comes to dinosaurs. the more you learned about ellie, the more you were filled with a warm, tingling sensation that grew into something more.

until that one day — morning, to be exact. i won't beat around the bush — you fucked this night, and a few nights before, and a few more nights before that... but you didn't regret a thing. ellie could be more romantic than you guessed she is, but it was more than the physical connection between you that made these moments so special. there was a deep sense of intimacy and shared understanding between them - when your skin touched, it felt like you both are an unfinished sculpture, which melted into the other's undried clay limbs.

the gentle warmth of the sheets beneath you beckoned you up from your deep sleep, as if a stroke from the sun itself was caressing your skin. the warmth of your peaceful slumber was greeted with the golden glow of a new day. the embrace of the bed was like a sweet escape as you peered through your sleepy eyes at the sun rising outside your window. your eyes flickered. you noticed the lack of ellie's spirit and your hand ran over the empty part of bed to make sure she's not there, since your sense of sight wasn't trustworthy yet.

you heard her voice from the kitchen, and once you rubbed your eyes and squinted you identified her arm sticking out from around the corner. "tell her the truth," her voice was subdued and had a nervous, disbelieving undertone, "so that she would look at me through tears instead of seeing me as the love of her life?" a pause, during which the other person on the phone talked and you had time to memorize every word. "of course i do, but what choice would she have?"

"truth?" you whispered to yourself. your nerves were on edge as you strained to listen more closely to the dialogue. every sound of the voices became a point of intense focus, your anxiety grew with the realization that they may know something you don't. "choice?..." you tried to keep a steady breathing pace but every word was like a brick added to the wall of tension around your heart, threatening to crush you with the weight of the unknown.

you stretched, purposely making the bed creak, and loudly yawned.

"i have to go" ellie murmured and put her phone on the table. you heard her footsteps, figuring out she walked over to another countertop, probably to make her morning coffee.

you sat up on the bed, staring at the doorway to see her once she's on the view. "what was that, ellie?" you yelled.

she appeared in the hallway, already dressed up in a flannel shirt with a black tank top underneath and her usual torn jeans. "what?"

"who were you talking with?" you pinched the sheet's button and nervously played with the hem of the seam. "and what about?"

"oh, eavesdropping? not nice." she smirked and clicked her tongue, slowly turning around and making her way back to the kitchen. "if i tell you, i'd have to kill you!" she chuckled.

you whined. "don't laugh it off."

the playful laugh that danced upon her lips slowly faded away as an intense realisation washed over her. the mask she has been wearing for so long has slipped off, exposing the truth beneath it all. there was no more trying to cover up the truth with jokes. she was vulnerable and exposed, and all she could do now was accept that you know that something's off.

she licked her lips. "your father—" she cut off and slowly sat down on the bed next to you. she bent her knees and placed her hands on them, letting out a defeated sigh. she stared into the hallway, just like you before, though you had a reason to and her eyes seemed to be blind, not hoping to see anything in particular. hopeless. "i will betray him."

your confusion was palpable as your mind raced to catch up with the changing dynamic of the situation. the laughter and joking suddenly fall away like a veil dropped, revealing an atmosphere tinged with unease and uncertainty. your gaze remained on ellie, studying her expressions in search of a deeper meaning, wondering why the shift in mood suddenly occurred. you were unable to grasp the truth lurking beneath the surface and the other girl could see the wheels turning in your head as you searched for the missing puzzle piece to make sense of it all. whatever it meant, it wasn't predicting anything good. "if you do you will betray me."

"i'm sorry" she mumbled, cocking her head back, leaning it on the bed frame.

you frowned, knitting your eyebrows together in one line, creating a wrinkle on your forehead. "what are you talking about? what the fuck is going on?"

a sharp click echoed through the room, as the sound of a lighter being sparked filled the air. ellie always plays with it when she's nervous, making the momentary flash of light illuminate her face. the bright flame flickered as it was held carefully in the girl's hands, its warm glow emitting its own palpable warmth. "he's in trouble." the fire danced with a mesmeric grace, drawing all of the attention as emotions threatened to boil over.

"can't be that bad." your voice was begging, pleading for her to reassure you that it's nothing. you weren't sure what your father's job was, and you hoped it would stay that way, but now you knew you can't be out of it.

"but it is." she shrugged. "it's not like i have a choice anyway."

you huffed. "you do—"

"don't act like you know everything." she bitterly chuckled. "if i could be on his side, i promise you, i would."

"so there's more of you. you are just a pawn in their treacherous game." the rush of anger swelled within you as you rose from the bed, the truth finally setting in and filling your brain with a rush of emotions. the confusion melted away into wrath and hatred, the heat of your burning anger replacing the cold chill of uncertainty. "so what was your job? making me fall in love? did they force you to?" every word ringed in your head with the intensity of a thunderclap, stirring your fury and disappointment. your body felt heavy with the strength of your emotions as you began to realize everything that has been happening. "that's clever." you stopped pacing back and forth to accusingly point your finger at her. "you used me. i bet it was your own idea too, huh?"

"you can't be serious." she twirled a cigarette on the palm of her hand. "can i?..."

"you can do whatever you please, ellie." you proudly raised your chin and crossed your arms. "just not in my house."

"are you kicking me out?" she asked in disbelief, so strong she almost smiled. she stuck the unlit cigarette between her dry lips and put her hands in the air, like a surrendering thief. "whatever, i understand. but remember, it was me or him. it still is." she stood up and, without taking her eyes off you, walked up to the door.

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YAYYY ANGSTY SHIT I LOVE ANGST MEOW

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[botnasty]

Home, finally

Astarion X F!Reader

Words: 900 words

Warnings: Little angst, little fluff,

Note: I am getting rid of some of my draft and this was part of it.

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Please DNI if you are under 18! This is an 18+ blog!

Also, please don’t steal my work, on any other platform, unless you have my authorisation

Baldur’s gate. A city the whole world considers as the jewel of the universe. Lots of communities, intellectuals, but also evil lives there. It’s that evil that also took the person you cherished the most. Your “Little Star” as you knew him but Astarion has everyone else called him. It happened all too fast. One day, everything was well, and the other he had disappeared and was found dead in an alley, his blood completely drained from his body. 

You could still remember how pale he looked. His brown eyes that used to be so full of life were not blemish, void of everything he was. His lips now blue and his golden skin now turned gray. You could barely recognize your childhood friend, your first love.

You can still remember the day he was buried. The face on his mom and dad after they lost their one and only child even before he became an adult. Not handling his death well, they had decided to move away, a decision you understood completely and also did yourself. 

Baldur’s Gate may seem like the most beautiful city.

Only for to fortunate ones

For the rest, it was survival of the fittest. You had to do two jobs just to be able to afford a small home in the lower part of the city. If Astarion would still be there, you think you both would be bound as of now, ring on your finger so that the humans would understand you were taken and maybe belly round with your very first child together.

You had both planned that since you were merely children, but it was gone the day he was found in that alley. You want to curse all the Gods for all this misery.

You wiped the tears falling down your eyes. It may have been 200 years ago, but you never had been able to move on. “I brought you your favorite. Those white roses.” You placed the flower on the head of the stone where his name was engraved. The noise of the busy city fading has you went on your knees, your dress getting dirty from the mud. “I hope you like them, they cost a lot. Why did you have to love rare bloody flowers… you prissy prick” You smiled.

You kissed your finger and ran it on his name. “I miss you to this day.”

As you went to get up, a voice, a very very recognizable voice made you stop dead in your tracks. “That’s it, you thought, I knew this day was gonna come. I finally went crazy.” You close your eyes as the voice comes closer. 

“Come Tav, I have something I want to show you.” Said the all too familiar voice. 

“I’m crazy. This is it. The Absolute got a hold of me and I’ve gone mad.” You whispered to yourself, your eyes looking up at the starry night. 

“A cemetery?” Respond this Tav in this deep voice. “How cliche of you.”

“Come, Darling. I’m not going to—” You turned around when the voice finally stopped. It was him, in flesh and bone. You covered your mouth, canceling a scream. “Sweetheart?” he said when he took a deep look at you, his eyes going up and down your frame, stopping on your own eyes.

“Astarion?” You lifted up a hand to touch him, but stopped yourself midway, as if you thought he was going to bite you. “You are not real… This is not real.” You grabbed your little sachet and started walking away, your eyes never leaving the ground. “ I just need a good night of sleep and tomorrow to just go see a healer.”

“That is all, that is all.” You kept repeating walking away. A screech escaped you, when the figure of your imagination took a hold of your hand and halted you. “How?”

“Sweetheart. You are here.” He pulled you into his arm. “You really are here. I have missed you so much.” He kissed your cheek, but you wouldn’t let yourself move. He was real. He was here. Touching you. Kissing you. How dare he.

Your eyes were watering. “How dare you! How dare  you show yourself like nothing happened!” You wanted to punch, scratch, do anything for him to feel the pain you felt during all those years, but stopped when you saw his eyes. Gone were those brown eyes full of life and, in their places were two deep red eyes. Immediately, you managed to connect the dots. 

You placed a palm on his pale cheek, on the periphery of your vision, you could see Tav leaving the scene and you were grateful. “What happened to you, my love?” Your eyes were trailing in between him. “Oh, love.” And you pulled him into a hug.

“I am so very confused by that change of character, but it is a welcome one.” he said in a mocking tone and placed his hands behind your head, pulling you flush against him, your head pressed against his torso. “A lot has happened. A whole lot, but I am here now. And I am never leaving again.”

[snazzilystoopid]

Back with another Ninjago little sister AU....

Now it's time for Kai and Nya's turn! Hope you guys enjoy it, especially since its a little longer

Enjoy anyways!! <3

Hua Smith-Jiang

Hua means "flower!"

(For timeline's sake, Nya was 3 years old at the time of Ray and Maya's disappearance, and Kai was 5.)

Hua was only a couple months old when Ray and Maya left

She was a very well-behaved baby, however, something that Kai is still grateful for to this day

Kai had a lot of trouble raising both of his little sisters all alone, both Hua and Nya feel guilty

Before meeting Master Wu, Hua loved playfighting with the wonky swords that Kai would make

After recovering the golden weapons, Wu offered to become her teacher, since her old school was too far away from the monastery

So Hua basically spent the better part of her years in the Ninja's care

She would always hang about with Nya while she was creating her samurai X suit

When Sensei Wu's academy was opened, she became a pupil there

She would always behave in Nya's lessons but never in Kai's, and that would really piss him off

While her siblings and the other ninja were away because of their missions, that was when Hua began to feel really lonely

She would sometimes sit staring at the wall for a whole day because she literally had nothing better to do

Around the time of Possesion (She's like 12 years old at this point) she started to feel jealous of Lloyd because Kai would always treat him as a little brother

So she and Kai constantly got into arguments, Nya having to break them up all the time

She had a much better relationship with Nya

Once Jay and Nya officially became a couple, Hua never left her big sister's side for the next 2 weeks in case Jay stole her away

During the Hands of Time, Hua was kept in the dark about A LOT and it was getting to the point where no one would even tell her what was actually happening

The ultimately led to the worst argument her and Kai had ever had, Kai swearing at her and calling her a bunch of names

She sobbed her heart out afterwards

When her parents returned and Wu had disappeared into the time stream, Hua immediately went to live with Ray and Maya

She started to feel lonely all over again and she was sad because she thought her brother didn't love her anymore :(

Even Lloyd visited once apologising for making her seem invisible, and he felt guilty for the way Hua was feeling

(She forgave him and they became besties ehe)

But on New Year's Eve (a few days before SoG begins) Nya and Kai paid a suprise visit and Hua isntantly jumped into Kai's arms and balled her eyes out

Kai only rolled his eyes and was like "Did you seriously miss me that much?!"

But in all seriousness he did apologise for all the hurtful things he said and then they were a happy family again hehe

Hua was on a solo trip to Ninjago City around the time Garmadon returned, bear in mind she had absolutely no clue what was happening

She was on the street below the Bounty when Garmadon crushed it and she thought Kai had died

The first thing she did was find Nya

They both cried together because they thought their big bro was gone forever and also because Nya had lost her two best friends + her bf

But in the end Kai was ok so they were all happy again <33

I hc that around this time Skylor and Kai officially started dating, though it was on and off

But Hua LOVED Skylor so she didn't mind

Nya, Skylor and Hua went on girl's day outs like every other week

She would stay with her parents for two weeks, then stay the monastery for 7 days, before going home again

Bc she gotta see her big bro and big sis ofcc

Lloyd + Kai + Hua + Nya= the ultimate sibling squad

Hua had never felt more hopeless than when Nya turned into the sea

Her whole family sobbed for days and Kai was hit the hardest

Some days when Kai was just curled up on the corner of the couch silently, Hua would crawl up next to him and hug him, then he'd just start crying his eyes out

So you can imagine how happy these two were when Nya came back in Crystalized

By the end of Crystalized, Hua is 15!

Hua does also make an appearance in Dragons Rising, she's usually found at the crossroads and hung out with Arin and Sora a lot, telling them stories about the ninja

Obviously they don't know that Kai and Nya are her siblings so they never tell the ninja, and at this point they don't actually know her wherabouts.

That is all for Hua's story! Moving on to more facts about her:

Hua was really glad that she wasn't born with an element, because she hated the idea of going on all of the missions her siblings had to go on

Zane and Pixal were basically Hua's second parents after season 8

While she was staying with the ninja, Zane sometimes would give her the answers for homework, and Pixal would take her out at times where Nya couldn't

Even after they made up just before SoG, Kai and Hua were always butting heads

She loves wearing beaded bracelets and bangles on both her wrists

Hua once walked in on Kai and Skylor making out, the poor girl was so flustered she turned around and ran straight into the door 😭

Skylor laughed it off but Kai was so embarrassed

Jay always treaded lightly around Hua, since she wasn't really keen on Nya having a bf

She thought Nya would forget about her, even though her big sis tries to convince her that she'd never ever do that

Since Ray and Maya basically weren't a part of her life at all before Hands of Time, Hua sat them both down and brought together all her favourite things like bracelets, photos, etc, and she told them essentially everything there was to know about her

Somehow is probably the best Prime Empire player in all of Ninjago, both Jay and Kai are pissed about it

That is all! Zane is probably going to be next!! ^^

When she was younger (seasons 1-4) she'd dress up in the ninja's old gis for fun

Since her hair was quite long, she used to let the ninja style it for her for fun. Cole once created this beautiful twin-braided hairstyle and now Hua wears it like that all the time.

[mothergold]

| My Angel |

Luocha x GN!Reader

Warnings: Minors DNI pls, Selfship coded, Reader is gender neutral, Reader bathes Luocha, Fluff, no beta we die like men, He/him pronouns for Luocha, No pronouns for reader, 1k ish words.

Summary: After a long day the one thing Luocha looks forward to is coming home to a warm house, a clean bed, and the chance to get pampered by you of course.

A/n: This is my first time writing for star rail/Luocha so pls be nice c: <3

Tags: @suyacho @themovingcastlez @dan-hengs

You took a scoop of water in a plastic cup and poured it over Luocha’s head slowly and carefully, making sure to repeat the process several times so as to soak every inch of his golden hair. After all of his hair was soaked in warm water you got out the nice shampoo you owned, rubbing your hands together a smidge before beginning to scrub his hair nice and good. You watched as his head leaned back, eyes closed and mouth curved in a satisfied smile as he hummed in pleasure. No matter how tiresome or frustrating the day, Luocha could always promise that the end of the day, where he got to come home to you, was always the perfect reward.

Taking your fingers you made sure to tangle and untangle them from his golden threads, all while studying Luocha with a smile on your face. This was also a reward for yourself in its own way. You made sure to scrub his scalp and clean the long strands of hair as well as you could before you moved onto washing his hair out, and then onto the conditioner. The air was still, yet comfortable, and the silence was comforting at the very least. Even after he broke the silence with a soft chuckle and a hushed hum for you to kiss him, the quietness thrummed loudly against your heart. It sang to you in a way that became uncalled for to even think about questioning why it felt so comfortable, because wasn’t it obvious? Wasn’t it obvious that the perfect moment was being had right before your very own eyes?

You smiled to yourself and said, “You have such beautiful hair, Luocha.”

He smiled and agreed with you, “That I do.” There was a brief silence, “But that’s only because a certain someone does such a good job at taking care of it.”

You giggled softly and thanked him. “You’re too kind, my love.”

Tilting his head backwards you kissed him gently, before going right back to lathering up his hair once again. The conditioning had to be your favorite part about washing his hair, because you got to feel all those tiny tangles smooth out into something more relaxed. You allowed the conditioner to soak as you began to lather up his body, another favorite of yours. Taking your time you smoothed your hands and the pads of your fingers across his body, humming a song familiar to the both of you as you let your body move on its own. Closing your eyes you washed him and allowed your hands to memorize the many bumps and dips of his body, never wanting the moment to end.

Rubbing his shoulders you let out a small sigh, smiling you reveled in this heavenly feeling. “Does this feel good?” You asked.

He nodded. “Absolutely.”

And so you continued, until it was time to wash out the conditioner from his hair. As you washed it out you periodically would massage his scalp, talking to him about his day and other mundane things as you did so. He told you of the things he did that day, what he planned the days after, and so on and so forth. Once the soap was finally out of his hair you turned his head to face you and kissed him gingerly, ushering him to get out as you dried him off with another kiss and a warm towel.

“Thank you.” He said as he carefully dried off his hair, wanting not to ruin all your hard work.

Once he was completely dressed he sat on the edge of your shared bed and waited patiently for you to brush out all his waves. Sitting behind him you’d gathered a ponytail, a brush, and some stray flowers you’d grown in your indoor garden. You started by slowly brushing his hair, cautiously so as to not yank on his hair or hurt him. He internally thanked you for this with each gentle touch you spared.

Taking a clump of hair you brushed it strand by strand, taking your time as you brushed out all the excess snarls and untamed hair. The both of you hummed in bliss, enjoying each other’s presence in comfortable silence. Pulling his hair back in a ponytail, finally you tightened it securely and kissed the back of his neck, tenderly and with love pooling from your lips. He let out a small whimper, one that was almost inaudible if you weren’t as close as you were to him, both physically and otherwise.

Then, taking the flowers you had set aside, you began to tuck them snugly in between the strands of his hair that was tightly pulled back. The flowers with the colors of lavender, pink, and a pale yellow, and it all contrasted perfectly with the blue ponytail he wore so wonderfully. You smiled and thought to yourself how stunning he was going to look once you were all done with him. Sure, he could’ve done this himself, but this was the least you could do for him and you didn’t mind one bit. Especially considering how much you enjoyed playing with his hair and letting your hands run through his silky threads.

One by one you added flowers until finally, there was a ring of flowers crowning his pulled up hair.

“All done.” You exclaimed happily, waiting for him to turn and face you so you could kiss him, slowly and fervently.

Bringing a mirror to his hands you watched as he studied your handiwork, how his soft smile turned into something beaming with confidence. “It’s stunning as always, thank you, my love.”

You wrapped yours around his waist from behind and nuzzled your head against his neck, humming as you pressed soft kisses along his neckline. “I love you, ya know.”

He smiled and positioned himself so he could pull you into his arms and onto his lap, holding your face carefully as he pressed his lips against yours gently. “And I love you, too, ya know?”

The both of you giggled as you showered each other in soft kisses and affection. Yeah, this is what heaven must be like, you told yourself.

[whinlatter]

niche but Neville and Hannah! I love the little snippets of them we get in Beasts <3

thank you for asking about neville and hannah for this ask game anon and being so nice about how i have tried to include them in beasts :) :) :) the lovely @mimisays8 asked about them too!

hannah and neville are such a lovely fun couple to imagine and think about. i do realise this sounds ridiculous because they canonically interact very briefly once, when neville says harry saved the 'philogical' stone :) and hannah is like wow :) (...) still, though, there are these very small little nods to them having certain things in common and to being cutie patooties in their cores that gives fic writers so much to play with. obviously, neville from day dot is a dweeby nervous deeply unconfident little sweetie pie. in hannah's opening scene, too, she '[stumbles] out of line, [puts] on the hat, which [falls] right down over her eyes', establishing her, too, as a cute nervous flop. when hannah worries about azkaban escapee sirius black, she tells everyone black is disguising himself by turning into a flowering shrub. she's got plants on the brain your honour! it's meant to be. i think it's nice to imagine their dynamic as a couple as being too smiley lovely beans taking it in turns to squeeze the other person's hand reassuringly while pulling each other out of the way of passing buses/puddles etc. (more waffle below the cut)

of course, the slightly sad thing about hannah and neville is that they both spend most of canon feeling awful about themselves. neville, obviously, is neville (he thinks he's good as a squib! baby!). but hannah, for an exceptionally minor character, gets all these wee moments where the reader is told she has very low self-confidence. in ootp, hannah abbott vs owls gets its own tiny subplot. ('All the fifth years were suffering from stress to some degree, but Hannah Abbott became the first to receive a Calming Draught from Madam Pomfrey after she burst into tears during Herbology and sobbed that she was too stupid to take exams and wanted to leave school now.') then she has an absolute meltdown during her owls and causes a flamingo stampede in the middle of an exam, which makes everything neville has ever done look slick. losers! soulmate losers. i love the idea of the two of them really knowing what it's like to gravely doubt yourself and feel very very rubbish about your self worth, and channelling that experience into being very supportive partners and parents, one day (and a teacher and friend to a future generation of hogwarts students, later in life!)

one of the other elements to hannah and neville is that they also both know something about grief and loss. hannah loses her mum when she's sixteen: neville grieves what his parents could have been every time he visits them. i don't think shared experiences of loss are necessarily a stable basis for a ship in all instances, but with hannah and neville, i really like it being part of what they are to each other and other people, as something that informs their capacity for great empathy and compassion and a real emotional maturity that comes with having gone through familial experiences that are so momentous and life-changing.

in my headcanon in beasts, i imagine that the period when hannah and neville became closer, and also when they both began to change and grow up as people and gain some self confidence, was during the war in the DA. neville, we know, grows hugely in confidence in that year. but hannah, too, seems to have changed a lot from her 15 to 17 year old self - she's gone from calling herself too stupid to be a witch to fighting in a huge great big battle (nearly getting personally bumped off by voldemort himself, huge slay). obviously i play with the idea that her and ginny became friends through the DA the year before, just because i think it makes a lot of sense as a way to draw hannah in to the wider group of golden and silver trios in a way that she isn't, really, in canon. but in general just think it's lovely to imagine hannah finally getting a bit of belief and self esteem in a growth arc that parallels neville's (and to give another female character an arc in general, in a series that underserves its female characters at every single bloody turn)

[maxismp1]

Can you make it rain again

Re-write

It was a pleasing day at the small land of many secrets. The field filled with flowers of every kind know to man. Many collors going miles without an end. This place was known to one person, and that specific person was blessed by a god. She was blessed with the peace. She was blessed with this land, and she must care for it! And the very God that has given her the peace.

DreaXD, the lord of smp, the God of gods, and someone.... someone you could call a friend.

You have meet in a rather said surprising circumstances.

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It was a sunny day at the so called land of chaos. Or it's original name, The DSMP. You wished to have a simple picnic by yourself. Everything was prepared a day before. A simple red and white blanket, some sweets of course, and a book to read. You had it perfectly planned.

The place you picked was a small garden with your flowers, it was a hill behind your house. The perfec mix of sunny weather and a slight breeze was quite pleasant.

You gathered your basket and went on your way. It didnt take you long, of course but it still felt like a small journey. When you arrived at your destination, you calmly put the basket down, got the blanket out of it, and settled down.

It has been few hours since you settled down, few cookies Here and there along with a peace of strawberry cake you prepared. The weather was still the same. Until the slight breeze picked up, it soon became a small spiral of wind and leafs. A slight golden glow startet appering. The leafs picked up a human like shape and it soon became an actually human. Tho this human had wings...

You didn't mind, there were many hybrids on the smp. It was not weird to see a new one here and there.

The breeze came back to normality, the humanoid title his head to the side, as if he was questioning me.

"Do you wish to have some strawberry cake with me"

I offered. It was not polite to not offer a person some cake if you already had plenty in your basket.

The fellow hybrid looked even more confused, it was harder to say his expression because of the mask on his face, the lips were still visible. There was a small frown, but, eho am I to blame them.

"You are not... scared?"

They asked

"Should I be?"

I replied with a question of my own

"Yes."

"Do you plan on hurting me?"

"No."

"Okay then. My offer still stand mister. Do you wish to have some of my home made strawberry cake ?"

"Sure.."

I scooted over so they could have some space. Reaching into my backed I pulled out the cake, and sliced a peace of it. Putting it on a small plate decorated with flowers. I gave it to them, also not forgeting the fork.

The frown turned into a smile and they began to eat it. An pleased hum could been heard here and there. After eating in a comfortable silence. Both of you decided to chat.

That small picnic you had planned turned in to a talk with a creature, later learning that HE was a GOD.

The visit became often, from few days in month to few days im week. It soon tuned into a daily visit, and a part of your routine.

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As much as you wished to go outside, you simply couldn't. You wasted a lot of energy farming yesterday. You could have asked for the potato's.... but you do not wish to abuse his kindness.

The light started shining straight to your eyes true your blinds.

'I thought I closed them'

Slowly, you sat in your bed, the blankets mangled with your feet. Reaching towards the blind you separated them, letting the light finally come true. There were few birds to be heard, but your focus was only on the wind going in circles.

To an ordinary human, that would be a sign of bed Wether coming. But to you, to you this was a sign. XD was calling for you.

With an smiled you opened your window, letting some fresh air come along aswell.

"XD... I have to sadly tell you I cannot go outside today. As much as I wish to do so. I'm simply to tired. Please understand. If you wish, you can come to my home and we could talk in here"

The moment you have ended the sentence, the glow you have memorised has aperd in your room, few feet away from your bed frame.

"Well hello there XD"

"Hello y/n.. you look.... ravishing as always"

You could tell that was sarcasm... your hair is mangled and your clothes wrinkled.

"Oh shush mister, you saw me in worse conditions. Now do you wish to talk or muck me while I have awoken not less then 5 minutes ago."

"I wish to talk"

"Good choise"

You patted the bed and moved to side so he could have some space to lay in your bed. To his suprise, you didnt just start talking like you ussual do. Instead, you snuggled in his side. He was frozen for a moment. Then remember on of your many conversations.

'It's called cuddling XD, we do it ti show love, or when we just want to be hugged'

It was a simple one, but to the God... not that much.

Few minuts have passed, he ended the fight with his mind. Slowly picking you up and putting you on his chest, his wings writing around you protectively.

"XD"

"Yes y/n"

"I have a request"

Upon that, you snuggled in his chest a lil

"Ask my dear"

"Could you make it rain?"

"Well of course, anything for you"

Moving his hand away from your embrace, he flicked it once and the sunny weather soon turned in to a slight rain. .

This was nothing new yet nothing old. It was a simple act of him. You never asked for anything unless it's nesesery. So this small request was pleasing for XD. He was okay with it.

Small hum was heard and soon your breathing became slower and in a slight rhythm. You have fallen asleep.

I hope y'all like the re write. I will start doing requests tomorow, they are still open, just aint gona do them rn

Have a pleasant nigh or day.

Goodbye my dear

[summer-skye-64]

I gave the Undertale cast warrior cat names

Ft. Translations into clanmew, which is from @bonefall and @troutfur

Frisk - Kindlepaw (Kagnampwyr)

A former kittypet who joined the clans out of curiosity, Kindlepaw was named for their striking tortoiseshell markings (being brown with patches of deep, fiery ginger, the most prominent of which being a heart-shaped marking on their chest). However, they initially regretted their decision, thanks in part to their immense dislike for combat and hunting. Eventually, they found success in acting as a forager of sorts, successfully locating a bunch of prey and herbs during a particularly harsh leaf-bare. Full name will be the honor title Trailblaze (Shofiswarfyf, “path has burned”, after the fact that they managed to create their own path in the clan without learning how to hunt or fight or become a cleric).

Flowey/Asriel - Flowerpaw (Ponmapwyr)

A golden and white tom who seems to hate everyone and everything, Flowerpaw is the only surviving child of Lightseed and Loststar after an accidental forest fire. Having lost one of his legs and all of his siblings, he went from kind and loving to a jaded jerk. Thankfully, his mentor seems to be helping him through his issues, and he’s slowly been growing nicer over time. Full name will be Flowerbloom (Ponmamwar, “flower will bloom”, after the fact that he’s working through his trauma and the hope that he’ll be able to heal from it).

Toriel - Lightseed (Shayuhi’i)

A white molly with striking pink eyes, Lightseed was named for the fact that she was always interested in kits and tending to the nursery, to the point she immediately got with the first tom she liked and became a permanent queen. She had at least eight kits, spread across three separate litters. Unfortunately, she lost all but one of them in a fire her mate accidentally caused. She never forgave him for that, and even temporarily left the clan so that she could deal with her grief without having to see her ex-mate. She eventually returns with Kindlepaw, who she adopted once she processed everything.

Sans - Bluebone (Luparbaben)

A small and round cat who is quick to crack a joke, Bluebone was named for the bone-like markings on his fur. While he tends to laze around camp like he’s lived there forever, nobody knows exactly where he came from, and he’s always quick to dodge the question whenever anybody asks. Some theorize that he is kin of the disappeared cleric Boneberry (Babenlepe), given their resemblance, but nothing has ever been confirmed. He mentors Kindlepaw, teaching them about the things clan cats do besides hunt and fight.

Papyrus - Redbone (Reybaben)

A tall and lanky cat, Redbone was named for his bone-like markings just like his brother. Unlike his brother, he’s always looking for work to do, whether it’s around camp or all throughout the territory. Part of this is likely to come from the fact that he was made a warrior late due to failing his first assessment. Despite that, he always tries to keep a positive outlook on things no matter what, believing that even the worst cats can change. This is why he was given Flowerpaw to mentor, much to everyone’s (including his own) surprise.

Undyne - Scaleclaw (Weeshkach)

A blue and ginger tortoiseshell with a large scar on her face, Scaleclaw is the current deputy. Fiercely loyal to Loststar, she is quick to lose her temper and attack, even without orders. This gets tempered whenever she’s with Redbone, an odd friendship born when they were both just kits. She’s been given a dishonor title previously for her temper, though (Floodstrike, or Worrlkubo, for how she tended to attack indiscriminately and ruined a diplomatic visit because of it).

Alphys - Lichenheart (Aweewababun)

A small golden cat, Lichenheart is currently the only cleric, having taken over after the disappearance of Boneberry. However, her connection to StarClan is incredibly weak, to the point that she often fakes signs to make herself look more skilled than she actually is. Her biggest shame is getting a large number of her clanmates killed with one of her false signs, though because she’s the only cleric she’s too afraid to come forward with the worry she’ll be forced to step down and leave her clan without one. However, she’s technically already breaking the Cleric’s Vow by being in a secret relationship with Scaleclaw.

Mettaton - Halfmask (Kanochpihaba)

A tall, silver tom with distinctive black markings (the most prominent of which being one covering half of his face) and quite a few scars, Halfmask is a very handsome tom. Being a former outsider, he was invited to join by Lichenheart, who created a set of leg braces for him due to the fact that he was having a hard time walking without being fully paralyzed. He’s definitely quite the showoff, especially after discovering that he was incredibly attractive by clan standards. That being said, he’s also incredibly loyal, often being the first to leap into action during a crisis.

Asgore - Loststar (Mwiskshai)

The current leader of the clan. Despite his imposing size and heavy scarring, Loststar is really a big old softy with a heart of gold. He used to be called Goldfluff (Rreenpfefi), the kind deputy and mate of Lightseed. However, when he was trying to get a cooking fire started, he somehow managed to set his tail on fire. In his panic, he causes the fire to spread and ends up destroying the entire camp and killing most of his children (as well as the leader). As penance, he takes on the name Loststar as a self imposed dishonor title when he claims his nine lives. He doesn’t blame Lightseed for leaving, nor does he get upset upon seeing her come back with Kindlepaw.

[xandriagreat]

The Golden Snake Tooth | Chapter 19

Prologue | Last chapter | Epilogue

Notice/warnings: wounds, yelling/shouting, caps, crying, death, healing, kissing

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The ride in the deep part of the woods was a bit bumpy as the wagon went down it quickly to get to the tower. Everyone held onto the wagon.

They got to the mountain when they stopped and heard horses neigh in the distance.

The Crimson Paw took the mask off to reveal Diane. “We’ll lead them away while you get Snake.” Diane said to Moe as the wolf got out and Pepe got in the driver’s seat.

“We’ll see you at the entrance of the tunnel.” Moe said quickly before he ran as the wagon moved quickly.

He followed the mountain side until he got to the area of the mountain side with vines and flowers.

Moe ran through the vines and flowers to enter the secret tunnel.

Moe looked at the tower when he entered through the hidden valley and saw the rope hanging down from the tower.

“Snake!” Moe shouted as he ran to the tower. He started to climb the rope after checking it quickly.

Moe quickly climbed in when he reached the top of the tower. “Snake, I thought I would never see you again-” the wolf started but stopped for what he saw.

Snake was chained down to the floor with a gag over his mouth. He had fear in his eyes as he tried to scream loudly as tried to warn Moe, his words muffled by the cloth in his mouth.

Then suddenly Moe felt a sharp stabbing pain in the side of his gut. He looked down to see a fresh cut wound before covering it with both of his paws as he fell to his knees.

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Snake’s yells of worry became even louder as Moe collapsed to the floor. Snake tried more to break free so he could help him but the chains held him down.

“Good job, Ghaâstly.” Professor Marmalade and Splaarghön said as they both got out of the shadows with Shaård, Onsáày, and Drillaärgh.

“Smart choice on the posisness blade.” Shaård said, smiling. Ghaâstly smiled and nodded to them as she walked over to them while cleaning the blade with a handkerchief.

Then all six caretakers looked down at Snake, who was curled up, as they went to him.

Ghaâstly started to snap as if to reassure him.

“Ghaâstly is right. It'll be alright. our secret will die with him.” Onsáày said darkly.

“As for us,” Drillaärgh continued, grabbing the chain and pulling Snake towards him, “We are going where no one will find you again.” He grabbed his bag and opened it. “I’m going to give you something so you can sleep and- wait… where are my tweezers?”

Then there was a loud click, making everyone look at Snake, and Snake quickly slithered out of his chains, dropping the tweezers.

The six started to go after him but stopped when Snake stopped in front of Moe and looked at them, taking off the gag.

The next thing that the six caretakers knew was that Snake took the golden tooth cap off, revealing his cracked golden tooth.

"What do you want, Snake?" Marmalade asked worriedly, trying to step closer to him but also not to scare him.

"I know that what I'm doing is dangerous but I want you all to listen up, when I tell you this deal." Snake said quickly, putting the cap on the counter.

The six caretakers looked at each other before looking back at Snake as the reptile said, “I will not go anywhere with you and I am not afraid of tilting my head forward, ending it here, right now…”

The caretakers looked down at him as Snake looked at Wolf as he took in a breath before looking back at the grownups and said, “But if you let me heal him, I’ll put the cap back on and go with you when I’m done.”

Wolf's eyes widened as he tried to look up at Snake. "No, Snake… Please don't do this…" he begged in pain.

Snake ignored the begging from Wolf as he continued, “I’ll never run. I’ll never hide. We’ll be together, forever, just like you wanted… But that will only happen if you let me heal him.”

Professor Marmalade glared at him then sighed. "You're just like your father…" he grumbled under his breath.

Then all caretakers gasped when Snake was about to tilt his head forward.

Snake stopped tilting his head when the Professor shouted, "Alright! You can heal him."

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Snake watched worriedly as Onsáày and Shaård walked to pick up the chain that held him earlier and walked over to Moe.

They dragged Moe to near the banister and Onsáày put the cuff on Moe’s wrist as Shaård wrapped the chain to the banister. “This is so he doesn’t have any idea of following us.” Onsáày said as she walked back to the others with Shaård, joining their conversation.

Snake quickly slithered over to Moe. “Moe!” he exclaimed worriedly.

Moe coughed in pain as he winced.

Snake gasped when he saw the wound. “Oh, I am so sorry.” Snake said worriedly to Moe, then he got the jar out of his side satchel. “I-I’m going to fix this.”

But before Snake could open the jar, Moe put a hand over it while the other covered the wound. “Snake, no.” Moe coughed.

“You have to trust me-” Snake started, trying to open the jar but Moe didn’t let him open it.

“I… I can’t let you do this.” Moe said in pain.

Snake looked at him as he put the jar down and held him. “And I can’t let you die…” he said, almost close to crying.

“But if you do this, then you’ll be gone.” Moe said as looked up at him, his breathing became heavy.

Snake put his tail to Moe’s cheek and gently rubbed it. “Hey,” he whispered in reassurance with a small smile. “It’s going to be alright, Moe. It’s going to be ok.”

Moe smiled a bit back as Snake gently laid him down and got the jar.

Before Snake could open the lid, he heard a small click as he looked back at Moe and noticed the cuff was off. “Snake, wait…” Moe said weakly, putting a gentle hand to Snake’s cheek. “There was something I wanted to give you before… but I’m going to give it to you now…”

“Moe, w-what are you-?” Snake started, sounding confused.

Then the next thing that Snake knew was that Moe tilted his head forward and kissed him.

Snake’s eyes widened by this act and pulled away. “Moe!” Snake exclaimed in shock as felt the pain in his mouth, where his cracked tooth was, faded away.

“NO!” all the caretakers screamed.

Snake quickly looked at them and gasped when he saw them starting to quickly age.

Shaård, Onsáày, Drillaärgh, and Ghaâstly fell to their knees as Professor Marmalade screamed, “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!”

“THAT’S IT!” Splaarghön shouted before he got up close to the ceiling and let himself fall on top of them.

Snake gasped as he grabbed Moe and quickly moved out of the way before Splaarghön was able to crush them.

Then the tower started to shake.

Snake put the jar in side satchel as he got Moe and himself to the outside balcony as the tower started to crumble.

He closed the doors and quickly looked around to see what he could grab and swing to safety. He saw one of the nearby trees.

Snake quickly extended his tail, grabbing a branch, and then jumped with Moe, swinging down

When the tower crashed down, it shook the ground so much that Snake lost his grip on the branch when they were almost six feet to the ground.

They landed on the ground hard but not hard enough to break their bones.

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Snake pants heavy as he laid Moe down again. "Moe?!" he said worriedly as he checked him.

Moe had his eyes closed for a moment but then he opened then a bit and coughed a bit. Snake sighed in relief a bit but still panicked when seeing that the wound was still there.

"Moe, it's going to be alright-" Snake started as he reached into his side satchel to get the jar but stopped when he didn't feel it.

"No no no no no!" Snake breathed as he was about to find it. But he was stopped by Moe, who grabbed him to not go away.

"Snake… Snake…" the wolf breathed as he looked at him, holding his tail.

Snake looked at him, tears running down his cheeks, and asked, "What?"

"You were my new dream…" Moe said weakly with a soft smile. Snake couldn’t help but chuckle sadly and replied, "And you were mine…"

Moe smiled softly at him as he closed his eyes.

Snake, not wanting to lose him, looked around to see where the jar was.

His eyes widened when he found it by nearby rocks. He quickly grabbed it and brought it over. He gasped when seeing that the jar was a cracked and most of the venom was gone.

'I hope this still works…' Snake thought worriedly, shaking it a bit before opening the lid and poured the small leftover venom over the wound. He held Moe’s paw after putting the jar down, waiting worriedly.

For a moment nothing, then slowly a small glow appeared and it grew big enough to cover the wound and healed it faded away.

Snake looked at Moe, fearing that he was too late.

But then Moe took in a deep breath and opened his eyes, looking at Snake. "Snake?" he breathed.

Snake's eyes shined as he gasped softly, "Moe?"

The wolf looked at him and smiled a toothy smile before frowning softly. "Snake… I'm so sorry for what happened…" Moe said as he sat up. "And I understand if you never want to talk to me… but what I wanted to tell you is that I love you-"

The next thing that Moe knew was that Snake pulled him into a hug, crying, and said, "I love you too, Moe."

The wolf felt tears coming up as he hugged him back.

When they were done hugging, they looked at each other and both chuckled softly.

Then Snake looked at the destroyed tower as they got up.

"Are you ready to go?" Moe asked.

"Yeah. I just need a minute and then I'll be ready." Snake answered, looking at him. "You can go ahead. I'll catch up."

Moe nodded. "Ok."

Snake looked back at the tower as Moe started to go to the tunnel.

Snake felt that he could breathe when looking at the destroyed tower.

He just felt that he needed to say one thing before leaving. "Farewell, Tower Snake." he said quietly.

Then he turned around and caught up with Moe. He smiled when they saw their friends arrived when they left the tunnel.

He was ready to move on and the new adventures ahead.

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[fennecthunderfox]

Do you have any details about your Swap and Fell aus? I am curious about it!

Hey, sorry it took so long for me to respond to this. I had meant to answer way sooner and then I got sucked into other projects and meant to work more on this and then just… forgot. But I’m here now and I’m just gonna sum it up as best I can. It may be a bit scatterbrained, so I apologize in advance. 

It's been a while since I’ve worked with them, but I can give a basic rundown on them! They’re part of my “False AU Trio.” In which all the AU names have a prefix that means or implies “fake” so people know upfront they’re different from the typical swaps and fells on purpose. 

QUASISWAP

With QuasiSwap, my personal twist on it is in the environment. In QS, it’s not just the characters that swap, the area aesthetics swap too. 

-The Ruins become monochrome like New Home and are now called “Old Home.” 

-Snowdin Forest/Snowdin became cybernetic like The CORE and is now called “Loggedin.” 

-Waterfall is still dark, but instead of pretty cyan waters it’s now crimson red magma making this location “Magmafalls.” 

-Hot Land is now “Hot Springs” due to its proximity to Magmafalls heating up the water. 

-The CORE is now called “The Nexus” which is not a name that means much of anything, but it is VERY cold here. CDResort (MTT Resort) is actually built somewhat inside The Nexus because CDR likes the cold better than the hot. 

-And finally New Home- which I can’t remember the fun name for- is purple and plant covered like the Ruins. It might just be called "The Capital" sorta like how "The Ruins" is very self-explanatory as a name.

Character swaps are about what you’d expect. And while they all have codenames, they call each other by their real names with a few exceptions. Those exceptions are the skelebros and the ghosts, but I will list all swaps and codenames below.

-Chara with Frisk. Code named Chipper and Fable. Chipper because they’re generally a happy kid- usually smiling and Fable because you hear stories about them. 

-Asgore with Toriel. Code named Usher and Arch. Usher because he’s the one guiding Chipper through the Ruins and Arch is short for monarch.

-Papyrus with Sans. Their code names are P and CSG, and while it’s rare for anyone to actually call Sans CSG, it’s a lot more common for people to call Papyrus P. This is because my take on Swap Sans is basically just Brian David Gilbert- BDG for short. For an example of the energy this swap sans has, watch this compilation I found on YouTube.

-Alphys with Undyne. Codenamed Alpha and Psi-- after Greek letters. Alpha cause she’s a leader and Psi cause it looks like a trident and also is used as a symbol for “Water potential in movement of water between plant cells,” says wikipedia. 

-The Ghost Cousin Trio does a Rotation Swap. Napstablook takes Mettaton’s role, their name becomes CD Rob and Cyber Duke [REMIX] depending on their form. (While “duke” is typically a masculine word, CDR is still a nonbinary character. Duke is just a title I chose.) Mettaton takes Mad Dummy’s/Mad Mew Mew’s Role and is called Shining Dummy and Shining Wan Wan after possessing a life-sized vocaloid-style statue. (He becomes a dog boy instead of a cat girl.) And Maddy takes Napstablook’s Role, known to her friends as Rabbit, but her full name is Rabenant (A port-man-teau of Rabid Revenant.) These three go by these names in the story.

-Flowey/Asriel is too important to swap roles with anyone. He still changes, however. Instead of saying “Howdy” like Asgore he says “Greetings” like Toriel. And instead of a golden flower, he’s a crimson flower to match up to the red leaf aesthetic the Ruins have in the actual game. Flowey’s codename is “Leaf” and apparently I never gave Asriel a proper codename in this AU. I’ll give him one later.

-Temmie gets swapped with the Annoying Dog because both of these characters represent an actual person and it’s good to remember that Temmie- while not the creator of Undertale- made a lot for the game. 

PSEUDOFELL

PseudoFell is interesting, because instead of the codenames being an out of universe thing for me to differentiate who I’m talking about, the pseudonyms are actually a feature of the AU. Every pseudonym (should) start with the same letter as the character’s real name. 

Fray (Frisk)*, Facet (Flowey), Treason (Toriel)**, Sin (Sans), Punishment (Papyrus)***, Uproar (Undyne), Naething (Napstablook), Mauled Doll (Maddy), Macabre (MTT), Apathy (Alphys), Agony (Asgore), Axiom (Asriel), and Cairn (Chara). 

*Used to be spelled Frey, but I have since changed to the correct spelling.

**Considering changing her name.

***Sin will absolutely shorten Punishment’s name to “Pun” and he HATES it. 

As a bonus, Annoying Dog and the Tems are Toil and Trouble. AD used to be Toil, but I think AD being Trouble while all the Tems are Toils would be better. They can say “TOi!” and I have no doubt that Pun would consider AD to be nothing but Trouble. 

The reason the pseudonyms happen is because of trust issues and an old belief that giving someone your real name gives them some sort of power over you. Therefore, if someone actually trusts you enough to tell you their full name, it’s a real big deal. 

The main difference, however, is that I’ve introduced a special 2nd form monsters can take called a “Phobos Form.” The Phobos Form is typically a sharper, scarier version of the monster. Final Froggit would be the Phobos form of Froggit in this universe rather than a stronger, separate monster. 

The more powerful a monster is, the bigger, scarier, and stronger their Phobos Form is. The bosses in the game basically become Kaijus. I used to have concept art of these Phobos forms-- and you can still find them if you look hard enough-- but I find them to be… not great designs these days and would rather not present them as if they’re definitely canon to my AUs still. 

FAUXSWAPFELL 

You didn’t ask about this one, but of the trio I have talked about this one the least so you may not have known it existed. 

FauxSwapFell takes the location swaps of QuasiSwap and the pseudonyms and phobos forms of PseudoFell and combines them into one AU. 

The character swaps are mostly the same, however the Ghost Cousin rotation swap rotates counter to the QuasiSwap rotation. So Mad Mew Mew becomes the idol, Mettaton becomes the ghost snail farmer, and Napstablook becomes the dummy/doll. 

The other thing is that rather than becoming big scary kaijus, the Phobos Forms in FauxSwapFell are more like cryptids or scary on an unsettling level. Some forms may not have one distinct shape and shift between two forms. 

As for the pseudonyms in this AU, there is no theme for the characters’ names. Sans and Papyrus are named Neon and Argon in this universe and are color coded orange and purple respectively to match the colors of those two noble gases. (Gaster is Krypton and Corsiva- if you know who that OC is- is Xenon.) 

All this being said, most characters in this AU don’t have a codename yet. This is the least developed of the 3 AUs and the only reason it’s developed at all is because of being a combo of the other two. 

On the subject of color schemes, in my head the whole world is really desaturated except for the bright pops of color the characters have like Neon’s orange or Argon’s purple. Because of this I sometimes refer to FauxSwapFell as "Swapfell NEON" because they only standout colors on the characters are the bright highlight color.

Aaaaaand that's about it for now. I'd love to do more someday, but at the moment I sadly don't have time to really do much of anything with these AUs. There is a glimmer of hope that the overtime at work will end soon, so maybe I'll be able to get back into fun fanworks next year. Until then, thank you for listening~

[somegirlontheinternet135]

Ancient Heroes + TK Headcanons (Mostly Stims and Old Habits)

Say what you might, all six of them stim in some way

☆ The ancient heroes are poly relationship (that's right, poly ancients IS CANON!! >:D). When the relationship started, they were very secretive about it because they were afraid of peoples' opinions, but after like a few of years, they decided "screw it, why not?" And they didn't do in anything big, they just told people nonchalantly

☆ I could you not, the minute they started telling people, there was a split reaction of "WWHHAAA-?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?" and ". . . yeah, that makes sense. . ." It was so apparent that they were in a polyanious relationship, it became information cookies with required to know, if you didn't know, you were deemed 'stupid'

☆ Dark Cacao is extremely overprotective of his hair, and refuses to anyone even touch it; with the exception of himself, Dark Choco, Caramel Arrow, Crunchy Chip (who were basically adopted by him), the other ancient heroes, and potentially TK. Thats because his hair is his personal sensory toy, he pulls at his bangs whenever he's stressed and nervous, uses it to cover his face when he's embarrassed or doesn't want to talk to someone, he even chews on it, but that's for when he's really upset

☆ This was something that she managed kick, but as a really young child, White Lily used to freeze and fall over whenever she got too scared or overwhelmed. That habit of hers is long out the window, but that's to say

☆ Out of everyone in the group, Pure Vanilla makes the most random noises, mostly whenever he's bored and or looking for something, whether it be humming a tune or blowing little raspberries

☆ Golden Cheese is excellent whistler, she used to flaunt about it but was out bested by Timekeeper, nowadays she rarely whistles. . .

☆ It is extremely rare to see Timekeeper in a dress or any form of feminine clothing, considering their wardrobe is mostly masculine. But when they do decide to switch things up, it is a site because they rock pretty much anything and everything they wear

☆ Another extremely rare site, is PV or Lily making angry noises whilst hitting the nearest object(s). Of course, this doesn't really happen due to them both being chill (PV being calmer than Lily)

☆ Golden Cheese consists of both parts actual hair and feathers. That being said, whenever she loses feathers from either her head or wings, the other ancient heroes would all like collecting the ones that fell off and places them in little jars in the kingdoms. It happens so frequently, that it became somewhat of a contest of whoever can collect the most feathers

☆ Speaking of which, White Lily loves to braid hair, to a point it became a science. She'll do it mindlessly too, like Hollyberry could be just chilling on her lap one day, rest her eyes for a few minutes, then all of sudden her hair has flowers brained into it and Lily's frantically apologizing

☆ Timekeeper's hair, instead of being natural, has extremely strong ribbons for hair, and the minute Lily found out, she got so excited. After getting green light, Lily gets all out when doing TK's "hair"

☆ Hollyberry has an unhealthy habit of chewing on things, mostly when she's either bored or nervous. She'll chew on everything too, like chewable candies, pencils, even twigs. She did this ever since she was young child, a habit which the other heroes try getting rid of

[zerogate]

And the beauty! The unfathomable beauty and joy that was right there, all around, everywhere, just waiting to be seen and appreciated. The acid freaks tried to tell people, and they failed miserably. It had to be seen and felt to be believed, to be understood.

And those who saw it believed, and understood or came close to understanding, and it changed them. It changed them noticeably. They became freaks.

Because it was new and incredible and vast, and because there was only a small number of freaks around and no way or reason to weekend fake it in those great early days, we recognized and rejoiced in the discovery of fellow tribesmen almost immediately upon meeting eyes—in LA, in Big Sur, in Berkeley, in San Francisco, in unknown small towns—and we accepted them instantly on the common bond of having shared the acid test.

You’d meet a guy, or a guy and his chick on the road hitchhiking, or just wandering through Big Sur or Golden Gate Park or Downtown-Anywhere, maybe the guy would have long hair, the chick wearing beads and a big flower, both of them wearing new eyes, maybe they’d be barefoot in the rain, or just walking along smiling—but you’d know. Your eyes would meet and you’d know. The Negroes understand this. In all their sadness and frustration and humiliation, they have this over the lonely white-man. Honkies are sadder and more alone than anything else on the earth. And they don’t know it, which is four times sadder.

It was great, truly great to come on to a stranger with, “Hey man, what’s happening?”

“Just groovin through. What’s the scene like here?” “Cool. The heat’s doin its thing but it’s not too tight. Where you from?” And it could be Sacramento or Nevada or Colorado—somewhere. It didn’t matter. We were all part of the same thing. It was a fine flash to hear about tribes springing up all over the country. “Yeah? What’s happening there?” “We got things goin. It’s catchin on. You got a cigarette?” “Got the makins. Wanna roll one?” “Great. Hey, I got a joint. Is there someplace we can go?”

Comfortable, easy, you were old friends, although you’d never met. When people started getting busted after turning on with unknown “hippies,” and when long-haired, smiling cops began to appear, then we all became more paranoid and suspicious, and grew more clannish and sullen with strangers. But at first, the scene was open and free and friendly. There was a beautiful flash to meeting another acid freak. It reminded you that you were part of something big.

A cyclone, a torrent of divergent but somehow unified ideas, and strange people, and lost people, and ecstatic people, and honestly-trying-to-be-honest people, and beautiful people, and good people, bound together by a glimpse or a promise of “The Peace.” Bound by visions of perfect existences. No “psychedelic” music yet. No magazine coverage of “The Terrifying Nightmare Drug, LSD.” No pictorials on “A Day in the Life of A Hippie.” Bound only by visions passed through personal contact. A glorious soul-secret. The beginning of something big and fine.

-- William Craddock, Be Not Content: A Subterranean Journal

[naturally-recklessly]

NAVIGATION

｛ open starters ｝｛ about ｝｛ answers  ｝｛ visage ｝ ｛ aesthetics ｝ ｛ musings ｝｛ playlist ｝｛ wanted opposites ｝

STATS

GENERAL INFORMATION

FULL NAME Nana Elizabeth Serizawa | NICKNAME Nana-chan | BIRTHDAY 30th November | ORIENTATION Pansexual | STATUS Single | RELIGION Buddhist/Catholic | NATIONALITY Japanese-American | CURRENT LOCATION Los Angeles | SOCIAL CLASS Upper Class | SPOKEN LANGUAGES American English, Japanese and French | OCUPATION Fashion Designer

MOTHER Charlotte Jones-Serizawa | FATHER Raiden Serizawa | SISTER(S) Anna Serizawa (younger) | PET(S) An havanese mix dog, named Hachiko

FACECLAIM Olivia Lufkin | HAIR COLOR Brown | EYE COLOR Brown | HEIGHT 1.60 m (5ft 3in) | TATTOO(S) Lotus flower on the right shoulder blade

LIKES Being with family and friends, her dog, drawing, singing, baking, lotus flowers, Hanami (cherry blossom viewing) | DISLIKES Feeling trapped/controled, bigotry, spicy food, rainy days

QUALITIES Very kind and funny, loving friend, brave, open-minded and curious, loves to learn and experience new things, perfectionist and hard-working | FLAWS A little shy and naive, insecure, ruled by emotions, can be stubborn and somewhat reckless sometimes

BIOGRAPHY

First-born daughter of Raiden Serizawa, a japanese video game producer, and Charlotte Jones-Serizawa, an american English teacher working in Japan, Nana Elizabeth Serizawa was born in Tokyo, into a wealthy, influential family, and named after her paternal and maternal grandmothers. Living with her parents and her father's parents, Nana was everyone's golden child and very spoiled, although this never made her selfish or entitled. Smart, cheerful and kind-hearted, at three years old she welcomed her baby sister Anna (whose name is an anagram for her own name, an idea of their mother's) with overwhelming joy and pride, and has since then done her best to protect and be a good example for her. Since both their parents had demanding careers, Nana and Anna spent a lot of time with their very traditional grandparents and some of their old friends, which taught them a lot about respecting their own culture and traditions, as well as the elderly. They also spent some time at their father's younger sister's restaurant, mostly on weekends and holidays, where they loved to help and learned some recipes. To this day, Nana still loves to cook and bake for her loved ones.

At school, being Japanese-American, she always felt like a little alien, someone who didn’t belong anywhere, and became very withdrawn. Some japanese kids wouldn’t accept her as one of their own, and later, when at 10 years old her father was promoted to CEO of his video game company and the family moved to America, she was always “the japanese girl”. At first, she hated this, until she realized she had something the other kids would never have - she had full knowledge about two very different cultures, and two continents she could call home. Her split heritage made her more complete and she loved it.

Being a business man, her father had dreamt for his first-born daughter to also be a part of the corporate world and help him run the family business in the future, but Nana had other plans. She always knew she wanted to be an artist, for she was happiest when she was singing, drawing, dressing herself as one of her favourite characters and playing them, or even making clothes for her dolls. So when the time came to choose a career path, Nana decided to go to college and study fashion design, knowing she was disappointing her father. Much to her surprise, all of her family was supportive of her decision, because all they wanted was for her to be happy.

Still during college, Nana became a vegetarian and got closer to Takumi Ichinose, the son of his father's best friend and colleague. Charming and polite, Takumi conquered Nana's heart and the two started dating, eventually getting engaged during a trip to Japan. However, once back in America, Takumi started showing his true colors, revealing a manipulative and controlling side. When he told Nana that once they got married, she wouldn't be allowed to work, and her only concern should be raising the kids they would have, Nana felt trapped and underappreciated, which led her to angrily break off the engagement. Takumi didn't take this lightly, which resulted in both families cutting all ties and Takumi's father leaving Raiden Serizawa's company. Even though he hasn't told her anything, Nana knows her father resents her for the loss of his best friend.

After college, Nana started a paid internship and decided to move out, as she wanted to become more independent, so she rented a small studio apartment in Los Angeles and even adopted a little dog, Hachiko. At the moment, she works as a junior designer and also does freelance fashion illustrations for a couple of new brands in the market, but her dream is to create her own fashion brand, one that empowers and inspires women to dare to be different, so while she hasn’t achieved her dream yet, she’s working towards it. Despite being raised in a privileged environment, Nana is kind and understanding, always ready to help those in need and fight for what she thinks is right.

CONNECTIONS

Nana's younger sister, born when Nana was 3 years old and they've been best friends ever since. Anna is really outgoing and a little rebel, who always acts before she thinks and isn’t afraid of expressing her own opinions and asking questions. Anna is still at college studying journalism and lives with 3 roommates. ｛ # tagged posts ｝

A stylist at the fashion studio where she works at, Marcus and Nana didn't always get along, due to his competitiveness and their distinct creative visions. However, once they started cooperating, they realized they had more in common than they initially thought and are now best friends. Outgoing and energetic, he's the kind of friend one can always rely on, whether it is to party or bring each other soup on sick days. ｛ # tagged posts ｝

A charming market research analyst in the video game industry and the son of Nana's father's best friend. Cunning and ambitious, he will use any means to achieve his ends. They've always known each other, and eventually started dating and became engaged. Nana thought they were meant to be, but then he revealed a manipulative and controlling side, causing her to break up with him. After that, the families cut ties. ｛ # tagged posts ｝

[gucciwins]

Golden Sparks 

Harry is new to town and signs up his eight-year-old daughter, Josie to the soccer team where he takes an interest in the well-respected Coach Y/N.

Word count: 25,027 

A/N: Hello friends! I hope you’ve been well, honestly I had this idea for a while and it wasn’t until I stepped back from another piece and came back this one that it began to flow. im proud of what I wrote and I hope you enjoy. my longest piece to date :) I do hope you all love it. 

Warnings: sweet dad harry, slight angst, slight smut

please do let me know what you thought of the story and please reblog! <333

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"You're going to do great."

"I know, dad." Harry's eight-year-old daughter responds.

"Hey, I'm being supportive." Harry shakes Josie's foot, causing her to laugh.

"Thank you, I'm excited. Honest." Josie puts her hand over her heart, making Harry's heart melt.

He hadn't seen his daughter smile this much since they found out about the tryout that was soon to start in fifteen minutes. He felt awful making her move from their home in Georgia, but it was time, and this new opportunity would be good for them. Josie hated to leave her friends but mostly her soccer team with whom she had been with since she started playing at the age of five, but Harry promised he would find her a team, and he did.

The team was different from back home, seeing as it was an all-girl team instead of a mixed team of boys and girls. Not that he minds; he feels this will hopefully allow Josie to branch out and make friends that would not pick on her for playing what they said was "a boy's game." Those parents pissed him off back in Georgia, but he's gone, and he prays this goes well.

"Do you think mom will visit my games more now that we're closer?" Josie's green eyes peer up at him, reminding him that she looks nothing like her mother and is his little clone.

"I hope so. She was excited to hear about the move, remember." Josie nods before glancing at the field where other girls were chatting as they laced up their cleats.

Harry despised his ex-girlfriend, the mother of his child. At the age of nineteen, he became a father, and his ex, three years older than him, didn't want to raise a child to a man who wouldn't marry her. They were together for two months when he called it quits until she came back a month later, calling him an asshole for getting her pregnant. After giving birth to his beautiful girl, she gave him full custody, not wanting to worry about diapers and night cries.

All she worried about was getting her figure back. It wasn't until Josie turned one that she came back and demanded to be part of her life, leading to them going to court and getting to see Josie on the weekends, and it went well because his daughter always came back happy after a visit. When Josie turned five, Claudia moved to California because she fell in love and was going to get married. Claudia didn't care that she was leaving Josie behind. A heartbroken girl not knowing why she couldn't be part of her mother's wedding and why she moved across the country so far from her.

Josie cried for a whole week straight until the ice skates showed up on the front door with a note from Claudia for Josie to chase her dreams. Thus, having Harry sign her up for ice skating classes came to an end in two short weeks when she learned how awful the leotards looked on her.

Josie was then determined to find a sport liking the idea of being active and having the chance to make friends, which led to her seeing soccer on the TV when a commercial of Alex Morgan for Nike came on. She asked question after question until Harry told her okay, and went to call a friend to see where he could find a team for her.

The first team they found was only boys, not wanting to mix, causing both of them to get upset, but a mom took pity on them and told them of the Sunnyville team looking for players. It was perfect; seven girls and eight boys were on the team, and Josie fit in perfectly until she didn't.

At first, Josie wasn't very good; no kid is, but Harry every night took her to their large backyard and practiced with her, and within a few months, she was able to dribble a ball at her feet without looking down constantly. She wasn't the best, but she was improving.

Harry enjoyed every minute he got to help her improve because within the next few years, he saw her go from being timid to push someone away from the ball to beating someone in a sprint.

California was a significant change for Harry and Josie, but this was a big deal for the company, and Josie understood. He was happy he could do something for her now it was her turn to shine and prove why she deserved a spot on the team.

"Now go prove why you're the best, petal." Harry kisses his daughter's forehead, taking her bag over his shoulder.

She takes a step forward before stopping. "Walk with me there, daddy."

Harry's smile softens, "Of course, honey."

They march forward, their steps in sync; Harry can feel eyes on both of them as they pass parents in their chairs, some sitting on blankets spread out on the grass.

There's a woman, dressed in black Nike sweats, some fancy Nike cleats on her feet and a plain maroon tank top and over to cover from the breeze is a windbreaker; the team logo on the left side over her heart and right under is a name he can't quite make out. If Harry's being honest, she took his breath away, she's gorgeous, and she's smiling at him. Harry's sure if he kept looking into her eyes, he would fall in love.

"Hello, I'm Coach Y/N." She greets them with a big smile on their face.

"Hi, I'm Josie, and this is my dad, Harry Styles." Josie steps forward, holding her hand out that the coach is quick to shake.

"Nice to meet you." Harry finally speaks.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Styles. I've got all the paperwork that you submitted, and everything looks good."

"That's great." Harry nods, keeping his eyes on her. "Just Harry is fine, please." She nods, letting him know she heard him.

"Nice accent, you English?" Y/N asks.

"I am, Josie was born there too, but she's lived in the states all her life."

Y/N nods, "No wonder I didn't spot an accent on her." She teases.

"My dad sounds funny, so one of us is okay." Josie jokes at Harry's expense.

"Hey now," Harry pouts, causing both to laugh and his heart to flutter, wanting to make Y/N do it again.

"Now, Josie, how about we introduce you to the girls before we get started."

Josie nods and steps forward to follow Y/N.

Y/N addresses him one last time, "You're welcome to sit by the parents or welcome to stand behind our bench on the sidelines."

"Thank you." Harry watches the walk away, his daughter's bright pink socks standing out around the flash of black, green, and blue. He smiles, knowing he'll have a good eye on her, as will the coach.

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It has been a while since the team had a tryout for the Golden Sparks team. It has not been necessary because most of the young girls are already on the u-9 team.

She had heard the rumor of new people moving into town but wasn't sure, so on a whim, she added them up in places parents were bound to see them; at the grocery store, doctor's office, the school, and the local sports store.

Thanks to the flyers, they got two responses from Mr. Styles and Mrs. Clover, who wanted their girls to join. Mrs. Clover's daughter, Caitlyn, was switching over from a different team, so she knew the girls on the team well. Josie, the daughter of Mr. Styles, would be the only one who needed an introduction as she was new to the town.

After meeting Harry, she was surprised at how handsome and young he was. Most parents here are well over the age of thirty and are married or dating.

She has been coaching for four years now and only started because of her niece Juliet who is part of the team. Y/N's older sister, Clara, had Juliet at 23 a year after her wedding and when Y/N was only 18 and about to start university. It was a good thing she had decided to go to university only three hours away and not across the country as she first thought, or she would have missed so much of her niece's and goddaughter's life.

Y/N had just graduated and knew she would no longer be playing soccer and needed something to do when her sister Naomi approached her and asked her if she could watch over Juliet for the summer so they didn't need to get a babysitter. She was more than happy to accept.

At first, they would paint, color and dance, but they got bored quickly. Y/N wasn't one to spend her time inside, so instead, she decided to take her four-year-old niece to the park with a soccer ball and make the most of it.

At the local park, they both ran around each day, chasing the ball for hours. A week later, Y/N bought Juliet her first pair of cleats, letting her shoot in the nets. As the weeks went by Y/N, saw Juliet improve as well as take direction well. She was a bright young girl, and Y/N knew she was still small, and all she wanted to do was run, but Y/N knew that because Juliet had seen her play, she knew what was right and wrong. There were times when she just ran in circles picking flowers because, after all, she was a four-year-old.

A month into summer, a mom approached her, asking her if she was a coach because she saw her there every day. Y/N laughed it off and told her she was just taking care of her niece. The mom told her it was a shame because her daughter told her it looked like fun. Y/N smiled and said to her that she was welcome to join, and before she knew it, a bunch of little girls came together to kick a ball around.

Only when Y/N had over ten girls showing up every Monday and Wednesday at a designated time did she begin to look at soccer leagues for children, and to her luck, there was one in town, an all-girls league that started from age 4 to age 18. She got the paperwork required for her to be a coach and for the girl's parents to fill out. She pitched the idea, and everyone was aboard.

That is how Golden Sparks was created, and those four-year-olds are now eight. She has watched them grow in front of her eyes. She went through her master's coaching a team. It's just something she does as a hobby, and it's wonderful because she knows how vital her coaches were for her when she was growing up. Now she can do the same.

She loves these girls, which means she had to do trial runs for how well the new girls fit in with the team dynamic. That is why today is an important day for Caitlyn and Josie.

"Ladies, may I please have your attention?" Y/N calls out to all the girls trying to juggle their individual balls as they wait for her.

The girls quickly shuffle over, passing their balls to Kate, who is setting up both nets and getting out the bright pink pinnies that Emilia's parents donated to the team that the girls will be needing.

Josie is standing very close to Y/N, and Caitlyn comes to stand to her other side.

"Now, today's practice is going to be different. We have two guests today. We have Caitlyn, who comes from Ice Angels from across town, and Josie, who comes from Georgia all the way across the country. I hope you will be kind and welcoming because we would be honored to add them to the team."

Juliet raises her hand and smiles, waiting for Y/N to let her speak. "Yes, Miss Juliet," Y/N giggles.

"Can we say something interesting about ourselves when we introduce ourselves?"

"Now, that is a smart idea. I wish I would have thought about it." All the girls smile, waiting for her to share.

"I'll start, I guess." She puts her hand on her hip, exaggerating her thinking face. "My name is Y/N, and I'll be your coach, and something interesting is that I like to paint." She turns to Kate, who is standing there, arms crossed. "You're next."

"I'm Kate, the meaner coach,"

"Kate," Y/N chastise.

"Kidding," Kate laughs, capturing all of the girls' attention. "I'm the assistant coach, and I love making tamales. Next potluck, you'll know how amazing they are."

Kate volunteers Steph, standing next to her, allowing her to share, and before she knows it, all the girls have gone. It's a calm environment, and Y/N is happy she can help these girls be a part of that. There were a total of fourteen girls, sixteen now with the two new girls trying out, meaning they would have even teams of eight, just one more than in an actual game.

Y/N makes two teams by dividing her forwards, midfielders and defenders. Then the scrimmage vest were handed out to the team where the new girls were trying out.

"Four twelve-minutes quarters," Y/N shouts, and in the next second, Kate blows the whistle, and they begin.

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Harry was sweating, his focus was on Josie and how well she was playing, but he also noticed how the coach was whispering to her assistant coach. They were doing a lot of talking, and he did not like it one bit. They had finished two quarters and took a more extended break before the third, where Josie shot him a thumbs up after drinking water. She was too busy talking to a girl to come see him. Harry was happy she no longer felt nervous and was making friends.

He had heard nothing but good things about Golden Sparks and their coaches, but he was nervous about what they thought of his daughter. When they blew that final whistle, Harry let out the breath he was holding. Thankful that Josie would be told her fate on the team.

The coaches rounded them up, and Harry just wanted to rush over there and have them tell him there and then, but no, they were dragging it out for him. Then again, they had more than one player to look after for.

"Golden Sparks!"

It was shouted out by all the girls, and they rushed over to their bags. Josie walked to her bag, handing her pinnie to the assistant coach while Coach Y/N made her way over to another parent. A young girl with a long french braid made her way to the coach, most likely to talk about her fate on the team. Harry moves his gaze away from them when he spots Josie chatting away to a girl about her age, wearing a black top with the team's logo on it. Usually, after practice, she rushes over to Harry, and she slips out of her cleats in the car. It makes him emotional seeing her make friends, something she didn't have many in her previous team.

Before he knows it, the coach talks with Josie and the other young girl before she nods and gets up, swinging her bag over her shoulder. The three of them make their way over to Harry, chatting softly, not allowing him to hear a word.

"Hi, petal. Did well out there." Harry tells his daughter once she's an arm's length away. He frowns when she doesn't rush into his arms to give him a hug.

"Yeah, it was fun. Everyone is so kind." Josie smiles at her father.

"Mr. Styles," Y/N begins, but Harry has to interrupt.

"Harry, please."

"Sure, Harry," she emphasizes. "Josie is a wonderful player."

"I agree."

"But," Harry frowns, knowing this is not going where he would like it to. "Josie tends to hold the ball too much. When given the opportunity to use her left, she takes that extra pass to switch to her right where it causes her to lose momentum and the opening."

"I get it, she's not perfect, but neither are those players out there."

"Dad." Josie gives him a glare to be quiet and listen.

"As I was saying," Coach Y/N, her voice just a bit less friendly. "She has flaws, but we noticed she has lots of speed; she controls the ball really well. She's stellar in the midfield."

Harry shifts his eyes to Josie, who is holding back a smile, and that is when he knows she's in. "We'd love to have her join the team and help her become an even better player."

"That's wonderful, I accept."

"I'm sorry, Harry. I'm glad you think it's a good idea, but it's Josie's choice to make."

"You're right. I'm sorry. Josie, honey." He steps back, a tad embarrassed.

Josie lets out a nervous laugh, "I had fun."

"How long have you played?" Y/N asks Josie.

"Three years now," Josie says, looking at Harry for confirmation and nods.

"The most important question is how you felt playing with everyone?" Y/N knows how important feeling welcomed to a team can mean to someone.

Josie looks up at her, a smile on her face. "Like I belonged."

"Does that mean you're joining?" The young girl standing behind Y/N answers.

"Yes. I would love to join." Josie says, a grin taking over her face.

"Well then, welcome. Practices are 5-7pm. Sometimes we can have a scrimmage with other teams, and it will be an hour before or after just to take that into consideration. Games are on Saturday, but when we have tournaments, they are Saturday and Sunday."

"That's great. I sometimes get out of work late." Harry confesses.

"It's why practices are later because we know parents work. So just shoot us a text the day before or early morning, and either Kate or I can pick them up as well as other parents. We're great with carpooling."

Harry smiles; he likes how organized they are. He has no worries about Josie joining the team. He's happy, and if he's honest, he is kind of glad to see more of Coach Y/N.

"It was great to meet you, and I'll see you on Monday for practice," Y/N tells both Harry and Josie.

As they are going to walk away, the young girl in two dutch braids speaks, "Auntie Y/N truly is the best. She's the reason I play so well." Juliet tells Harry.

Y/N blushes, "Knock it off. Save the sweet-talk for Kate."

"She's your aunt!" Josie explains. "That's so cool."

"Harry, this is Juliet, my niece and the reason this team exists. I introduced her to the sport at age four."

Juliet nods, "Yeah, because she didn't want to rotten my head with television."

This causes all of them to laugh. Harry and Josie walk away with a smile on both their faces.

Yeah, they would fit just right in. It was beginning to feel like home.

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It's been a month since Josie joined the team, and he's never seen her shine as much as she has since she joined the group. It's like she's a whole new little girl, he hates to admit it, but his little girl is growing right in front of his eyes.

They had recently had a team bonding; they headed to Kate's house to swim and do a little bonfire. Parents were allowed to stick around, but almost none did because they want their daughters to feel comfortable hanging out with their friends and be themselves. Also, all the parents trusted Kate and Y/N with their daughters because of the years of friendship.

Harry wanted to stay the first time, a bit fearful she wouldn't like it and also because he wanted to get to know Josie's coach better. He hadn't had many chances to chat her up, always getting a formal greeting and a goodbye. Harry can proudly say he has a crush on coach Y/N, but he wants to have a chance to take her out and maybe take it further.

Josie begged and begged him not to stay, so he just did a quick hello and then left. What did he do in the four hours his daughter was gone, nothing. He was bored without her. Harry began to watch a movie he'd been dying to see, but it was boring. He went to call his best mate, but it went straight to voicemail, then remembered it was date night for Mitch.

He couldn't drink because he wanted to pick Josie up even though he knew she could carpool, but he wanted to hear all about it right away and maybe get one more glance at Y/N because she looked lovely in her pastel pink shirt, black leggings, and a matching scrunchie. His feelings only grew each time he saw her, but he wouldn't dare pursue anything because his daughter adored Y/N, and he wouldn't do anything to wreck that.

It was Monday, and he was driving his daughter to practice. She was on a high because she spent the weekend with her mom. Claudia managed to make her soccer game and then took her home for the week. Everyone got an insight of his ex and how she was not the kindest, but sure did adore her husband by the way she kissed him the majority of that game. Harry did not want to sit next to them, but she wanted to flaunt her relationship in his face to his luck. Not that he cared one bit, he just cared about his daughter's happiness. That she happened to be a part of.

After they won the game, she sprinted over to them after Y/N congratulated them on the win, and they finished shaking the other team's hands. Josie wrapped her arms around Harry, squeezing him tight before hugging her mother, who just patted her back before letting her go congratulating on her goal.

Claudia's interactions with Josie always made Harry upset, but what was he to do? She gave him full custody and only saw her on weekends. It was easy living, but that doesn't mean he had to like it. He wanted his daughter to have a mother figure to guide her and show her the right and wrong to show her what it is like to be strong and resilient, yet Claudia was none of that for his daughter. Sarah, Josie's godmother, did more of that, and Harry was thankful.

Showing up to practice, Harry was embarrassed and hoped Y/N didn't bring up meeting his ex-girlfriend. Josie was quick to introduce them, but thankfully the conversation didn't last long as she was called over by the other team's coach.

"Can you drive any slower?" Josie pouted, looking out the window as Harry entered the parking lot at a safe speed in case any person happened to cross in front of him.

"Josie, I'm not trying to run anyone over." Harry sighs as he finally eyes an open parking space and signals left, always cautious about an accident.

"Well, I want to talk with my friends before practice." Josie has unbuckled herself and is close to throwing herself out of the car.

Harry puts the car into park, unlocking the car door. "Fly, young one."

The grin that takes over Josie makes Harry happy. "Love you, dad."

"Love you too, Josie."

Harry slides his sunglasses on, hating how bright the sun was; it'd be a few hours until the sunset. He was nervous; he was dressed in black slacks that hugged him in all the right places with a mint button-down shirt that calls attention. He didn't have time to change today; everyone saw him in his casual clothes, never his work attire. Josie said she didn't mind, but he did. Honestly, he was nervous about what Y/N might say about his look. Not that he cared what she thought. Not one bit, right?

He went to his trunk, got out his purple folding chair, and left the matching one there. Harry is a sucker for deals which is why he walked out of the store with two when he only needed one.

He strolled, making sure no eyes were on him, and he was in the clear until he heard a shout, "Dad!" He looked over at the field, and it was Josie waving at him to sit closer to the parents. Harry shot her a thumbs up; he liked the parents genuinely. They have all been so kind and welcoming, telling him the best places to go for the team's discount.

He got along well with Payton's and Stephanie's parents. They had a good sense of humor and liked asking him questions about where he was from and how Josie was growing up. His daughter had become best friends with Juliet. They were two peas in a pod, talking from the beginning of practice to staying almost ten minutes after as they slowly took off their cleats.

Y/N didn't mind seeing as she had to pick up everything, and the girls were eager to help her if it meant spending more time together. Honestly, she was begging for a sleepover, but he kept telling her no because he wanted to meet at least one of her parents first. He wasn't sure what either one did, but Juliet didn't mind if they couldn't make it to a game because her biggest supporter was already there.

Harry approaches where all the parents sit under a shaded tree, waving at everyone before taking a seat next to a man reading on his kindle. He smiled, knowing he loved reading in his downtime as well. This would be an excellent spot to sit, conversation or not he'd be comfortable, but first, an introduction was needed.

"Hello, don't mean to bother you, but I don't think I've seen you before. I'm Harry Styles. My daughter Josie joined the team last month."

"Well, Harry Styles, it's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard wonderful things about your daughter. I'm Xavier Torres, father of Juliet." Xavier responded with a bright smile on his face.

Harry doesn't hide his surprise. "I've been dying to meet her parents. She's a wonderful girl, glad our daughters decided to get along."

"Yeah, we come as often as we can, but Juliet always assures us she's fine. That she has the best auntie watching over her."

"Coach Y/N is great with everyone. I've never seen anyone so dedicated." Harry shares.

"She's always been like that. I met Clara in my second year of university. She was only fourteen then, but she was so caring. I wasn't introduced to the family until we've been dating for six months, and she was shy but always offered me water or cookies she had baked. I loved having conversations with her; she has always been the smartest person in the room."

Harry grins; this definitely grew his crush on Y/N.

"I hear they are begging for a sleepover," Xavier comments, breaking Harry from his thoughts.

Harry nods, "Yes, I kept saying no because I wanted to meet the parents."

Xavier smiles, agreeing they were the same. "Yeah, we had to meet the dad."

He's shocked Xavier doesn't ask him about a partner, but then again, Y/N could have easily mentioned meeting Claudia and her husband. Harry's grateful if she did not like having to explain how he's a single dad and how he wishes his daughter's mother would do better.

"Well, now that this has happened, I have no problem with a sleepover happening."

"Glad we're on the same page." Harry laughs, grateful, their daughters will be happy with them.

Harry and Xavier spend the entire two hours of practice talking. Harry has close friends, but he wouldn't be opposed to adding Xavier to his guys' nights that happen less frequently now. At the end of practice, they exchange numbers and promise to coordinate a date for the girls. It may be summer, but the girls are still keeping busy during the week instead of doing nothing.

The girls rush over to them at the end of practice, giggling at the two fathers still chatting away.

"Does this mean a sleepover can happen?" Juliet asks, squeezing Josie's hand she's holding.

Harry and Xavier share a look and nod. "Yeah, it can happen."

"Amazing!" Josie cheers jumping up and down.

"We have to plan a day that works for both of us, so it may be a while." Josie frowns but nods. Juliet does not accept it.

"Auntie Y/N can host it."

"Your auntie is going to do what?" Y/N says, sneaking up behind her tickling her sides.

Juliet lets out a loud shriek, not being able to escape her grip. Harry beams at Y/N loving how playful she is with her niece.

"You can host our sleepover. You aren't busy like daddy and Mr. Styles." Juliet says in one breath after Y/N let her go.

"I do have a job, you know," Y/n says in a sing-song voice. Xavier laughs as Juliet pouts. "But I do have more availability than your parents. I'd do it if both of you were comfortable with it." Y/N looks up at Harry and Xavier, letting them have the final say.

Xavier throws an arm over Y/N's shoulder and pulls her in a hug. "Of course, it's a yes; I'm always looking forward to a kid-free house."

"Rude, daddy." Juliet frowns, crossing her arms.

"Only joking, my little flower. How about frozen yogurt on the way home?"

"You're forgiven."

Y/N waits patiently for Harry to answer as he has a staring contest with his daughter.

He sighs, "Yes," Josie cheers, hugging Juliet. "Only if we're really not imposing on Y/N."

"Please, Harry. I'd be honored to have them over. I'm an excellent host, and my movie collection is amazing."

Juliet smiles. "She does, also the biggest backyard so we can run around and do whatever. There's also a pool." She whispers the last part.

"Enough speaking about my house. She'll get the tour soon enough."

"So it's settled," Harry tells them.

"Guess it is; send me when you guys decide. I'm free after twelve on Fridays, and I'll take them to the game on Saturday, of course, or we can do it after a game. All up to you, gents." Y/N gets it all out there, allowing Harry to breathe a little easier.

"Good," Xavier shouts.

"I'm going home, coming Julie?" As Xavier swings his chair over his shoulder. "Daddy, you have to help auntie Y/N. You just sat on your butt for two hours."

"Hey now, I watched you practice."

"I'm going to tell mommy, you know how she feels about you not helping Y/N. She'll give you an earful." Juliet sasses her dad.

"I don't know where you got all that sass from, but I know I'm going to hate it when you're a teenager," Xavier mumbles as he goes to get the goal nets put away.

Y/N laughs before turning to Harry and Josie, "I'll see you both on Wednesday. Have a good night."

Harry watches her walk away as she races Juliet over to the balls scattered around. He smiles at the ground, hoping he could one day make her laugh that much. He doesn't notice Josie watching him, and she grins, happy that maybe one day her daddy will smile as bright as Xavier does when speaking about Juliet's mom.

They walk hand in hand to the car, both comfortable walking in silence for what the future might bring them.

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Y/N enjoyed morning games as opposed to the afternoon, where the sun was blazing high. She had a hat that was helping with the heat, thankful she hadn't started sweating yet. She loves coaching, but during the summer, it isn't the most enjoyable.

"Hi, Coach Y/N."

She turns her head over her shoulder and sees Harry approaching. She checks him out, thankful for her sunglasses; he's got a black short-sleeve button-down that shines in the sunlight, letting her know it's expensive; he paired it with white linen pants and the beat-up Vans he always wore. He always looks good.

"Nice to see you, Harry."

"How are you?"

"Doing good, bracing the summer heat."

"Yeah, not so enjoyable."

"Ready for the game," Harry says, pointing to the field that will soon have fourteen girls running around.

"Yes, they have been working hard. I'm excited, and you?"

"Oh, nervous," he confesses.

"The girls are going to do great. If they start dozing off, then we can start to worry."

Harry laughs, knowing that she is right. It's about the girl's focus.

"How long did you play?"

"Too long." Y/N jokes.

"Haha," he laughs.

"I started at six and played up until I finished university."

"Wow! You must have been marvelous." Harry is amazed that someone can play a sport that long then go to teaching. He was never the most athletic, but he was a beast at ping-pong that was all hand-eye coordination.

"I would like to think I was good."

"You started coaching when?"

"The year I turned four, and soon enough I was running, and by four she bought me my cleats and bam! A team was created." Juliet answered for her.

"I'm pretty sure you told Harry this already." Y/N laughs playfully, nudging Juliet.

Juliet shrugs, "Just like reminding."

Y/N grins, "Okay, lovebug."

"Plus, you're a great coach."

Harry nods. "I can attest to that. All the girls love you, including Josie."

"And I love them," she tells him truthfully. "We don't get many new players, but we're happy to have Josie. She earned the starting spot as right-wing."

Juliet nods, jumping up and down, "Yeah, she's really good."

"Go on, start the girl with four corners." Y/N pats Juliet's back to get her to go on the field.

"Yes, ma'am." Juliet takes off running, talking to Kate, who helps her get started, and Y/N knows it's her cue to walk away from Harry.

"Good luck, coach."

"Thank you, Harry. See you after."

"Sure, of course. I'll be cheering for you. I-i-i- what-" Harry stutters while she stands there holding back a smile as she can see the heat traveling up his face. "I mean you and the girls. A-all as a team."

"Well, we appreciate it."

Harry watches her walk away, letting out a short laugh, not being able to believe he made a fool of himself.

The game was tied 1-1 with only eight minutes left. Harry could see Y/N was calm, voice firm when speaking to the girls. Lola was about to take a corner kick, he saw her take a step back, and Harry was ready for her to strike it, but instead, she shocks him as she passes to a player who ran up to her.

This startles the other team before Brenda sends it to the center midfielder, who passes it to Josie, who is screaming she's open. Brenda sends a through ball, and off his daughter runs. She gets a foot on it, looking at where the goalie stands. She makes the pass strong enough that the goalie doesn't stop it and just for Andy to tip it in, but it's too strong, causing the ball to go over the net. It's a miss but, everyone didn't mind impressed with the play.

The last few minutes were slow as both teams were tired out, and there was no chance for another goal in two minutes. When the referee blows the final whistle, all the girls bring it in, jogging over to Y/N and Kate as they all round up in a group hug. Harry can't hear what she's saying, but he knows it's reasonable considering all the girls are sporting similar smiles. He is quick to pack up his chair, ready to say goodbye to his daughter, who is about to have a sleepover with her coach and best friend.

The girls come back from clapping the other team's hand and are quick to go sit on the bench and take their shoes off. The clean-up was accomplished quickly today. Harry is waiting to talk to Y/N as she speaks with other parents. Caitlyn's dad praises her for that play, but Y/N is quick to tell him it was all the girls; they are the players. Either way, he hugs her, and Y/N pats the older man back softly. She waves goodbye to most girls when he finally gets to approach her.

"Great game today."

"Yes, they played well." Y/N agrees.

"Your coaching reflects on them."

"In a good way?"

He nods, "The best way."

She thanks him, and he knows she's not one to be boastful, so he changes the conversation.

"You are still good to take them for the sleepover."

"Of course, I'm excited."

"That's great. What time should I pick her up tomorrow?"

"Oh, I forgot to mention earlier, my sister and brother-in-law are coming to have dinner if you'd like to join us. Xavier has been dying to use the grill, and you'll get to meet my sister and my nephew."

"Juliet never talks about a brother."

Y/N chuckles, "It's because he barely started walking, so he doesn't hold much of her attention."

"Ah, that makes sense."

"She loves being a big sister, but only when he sleeps or plays blocks."

"Older siblings got to love them."

"Yeah, I know."

"Do you have a sibling?"

"I do. She's 35 and lives in London and runs a law firm. Total badass."

"I bet she is."

"If she ever stops and visits, please bring her around and would love to get all the dirt on young Harry Styles."

"Only if I get to do the same."

"Stop by Sunday, and you'll get the chance." She shrugs at him as she walks away.

"See you Sunday then." Harry shakes his head smiling as she grabs a bag of soccer balls and begins walking to the parking lot.

Josie runs over and gives him a big hug. "See you tomorrow, daddy."

"Bye honey, call me if you need anything."

"Sure, I love you." She yells as she runs to Y/N and Juliet, who are waiting for her at the end of the grass.

Harry knows she's in good hands, but his heart can't help but miss his little girl. He'll see her tomorrow and Y/N as well. He ignored how hard his heart was thumping at his interaction with Y/N instead of letting himself get lost in the idea of the beautiful afternoon that was to come tomorrow.

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Y/N had a great time with the girls. She promised she would let them do their own thing and just supervise, but both girls wanted her involved. As soon as they arrived at her house, Juliet gave Josie a tour of her home, taking her room to room before they ended up in the backyard, both dressed in their bathing suits to go swimming.

She couldn't help but laugh, knowing how eager they were to go jump in the pool despite playing an intense game for an hour in the blazing sun.

"You little ladies must eat first before you can even think of swimming," Y/N says, arms crossed over her chest, knowing Juliet was going to try to fight her on it.

"Auntie, that's not what we want to do."

"Maybe so, but your tummy's say otherwise."

Josie steps over from behind Juliet to stand next to her. "I would like to eat. Dad says we need to regain all the energy we worked off."

"Your dad is a smart man, Jo." Y/N nods to the girl. "It's a 2-1 vote, then."

"Fine," Juliet groans dramatically.

The girls sit at the table as Y/n begins to boil pasta. She decides on pesto as she has had a craving, and both girls happily agree. In just thirty minutes, she serves the girls two even plates, and they have a flowing conversation. Mainly, Josie and Juliet do the talking, occasionally asking YN her opinion or a question they want her to answer.

After the late lunch, she sends the girls to wash up and meet her outside to lather them in sunscreen. She puts most of her dishes in the dishwasher and soaks her pans in water, wanting it to be easier to wash later when the girls give her a free moment.

"Thirty minutes we are waiting," Y/N tells them, the sun lotion bottle in hand.

"Come on, you believe in that?" Juliet asks.

"Okay, little miss rebel, since when do you always question everything I say." Juliet's eyes go wide, and she shrugs.

"Alright, listen. I adore you, Juliet, but it's not nice trying to take advantage of me because you have a friend over."

Y/N waits for her to say something, but she nods her head and moves to hug her around her waist. She hears her mutter a sorry, and when Y/N brushes her hair back, she sees Juliet move back to look up at her. "I'm sorry."

Y/N gives her a small smile. "It's alright. Now sit down so I can get your back."

Josie patiently waits her turn, and just as Y/N finishes Juliet, she speedwalks to the edge of the steps and sits on them, letting her feet get soaked. Josie sits patiently as Y/N spreads the sunscreen to her shoulders, then turns her to get her face and neck, allowing Josie to rub it into her legs.

"All done, Josie." She stays seated on Y/N's patio chairs under the shade. Y/N doesn't question her not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable.

"Is it okay if I go join Juliet?" Josie asks in a soft voice.

Y/N almost awes out loud at how polite Juliet is, "Of course, go on. I'll let you know when it's okay to go in."

Looking out at the spacious yard, Y/N frowns, getting lost in thought about how she has the perfect home, but it gets lonely. It might be time she looks into getting a pet. She'll have to go check the local shelter soon but knows she should think about it for a while longer.

The ringer of her phone tears her out of her head when she hears the splashing, "Is it, time auntie?"

"Yeah, sweetie, it is."

Quickly she swipes three pairs of goggles from the table just as she begins to hear their splashing paired with laughter.

"Are we playing mermaids, auntie?" Josie asks as Y/N steps into the water, relaxing in the cool water, not suffering from the heat.

"We sure are," Y/N raises the three goggles and hands over one to each of them.  

It's after two hours that they all emerge from the pool, deciding to head into the shower seeing as the sun has begun to set. She ushers them carefully to the shower letting Josie use the guest room and Juliet her room seeing as they are the only two rooms fully equipped with towels and shampoo.

After the three of them are clean and changed in the pj's, Y/N makes popcorn to snack on while they play a few board games. They switch from Uno to Candyland to Mancala. It goes on for a while until they decide to put on a movie deciding on Tangled.

It wasn't until a quarter to ten that Moana watched Maui sing "Your Welcome," they began to yawn and started trying to fight back to sleep. Y/N thought they would never go down to sleep because two eight-year-olds have too much energy. Y/N paused the movie and told them it was time to sleep. Neither girl put up an argument.

She guided them to the guest room that had become Juliet's over the years. The girls get tucked into bed after brushing their teeth.

"Thank you for a great day, Y/N," Josie whispers, grabbing her wrist, halting her, tucking their blanket.

Y/N smiles at the kind girl. "Of course, sweetie. It's been a joy having you here."

Y/N goes to Juliet, gives her a kiss on the forehead, whispering a quiet goodnight who already has her eyes closed, her breathing slow and steady. She goes to Josie, who's looking at her with wide eyes. "Would you be okay with a forehead kiss goodnight? I don't want to make you uncomfortable." Y/N addresses the young girl.

Little does Y/N know that small comment was enough for Josie to seal Y/N in her heart forever for her kindness. "Yes, please." Bright green eyes look up at her with a small smile as she gives her a soft kiss.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

"Night, Jo."

Y/N goes to her room and does her night routine taking extra steps due to getting more sun exposure today. She loves how she feels putting on moisturizer at the end of the night. She lays in bed under her soft white covers. Her eyes shut, and she begins to count backward. She reaches all the way to one and tries again but stops halfway, sighing, knowing there's no chance she'll sleep; she heads to the kitchen to make herself a tea.

With her chamomile tea in hand, she sets it on the chrysanthemum coaster on the side table, picks up the book she left there, and sets it in her lap as she turns on her television to Netflix, deciding on The Great British Baking Show to use as white noise. She presses play on where she last left off, forgetting the book in her lap as the bakers had to make a raised game pie for their signature.

Y/N had already watched collection three, but it was one of her favorites. She loved the bakers and liked watching Nadiya improve each episode. The technical challenge was getting started, the bakers reading their vague instructions to make the tennis fruit cake when she heard small steps down the stairs.

She turns around, spotting Josie making her way down, "Hi there, you alright?"

Josie just nods but continues towards her, joining her to sit on the couch. "Can't sleep?" Y/N asks to share her lavender throw blanket with Josie.

"Not really."

"Yeah, I get restless sometimes as well."

Josie stares, tilting her head as if trying to figure out why she can't sleep, "What do you do to try to sleep?"

"Well, I usually try to read a book in bed, but I decided tea and a bit of tv would help."

Josie nods, and Y/N can tell she's working up the courage to ask her something. "Can I please try with you?"

"Of course, would you like tea as well?"

"Chamomile?"

"Sure, that's what I was drinking."

"Daddy adds a bit of honey."

Y/N smiles, "Honey, I can do that."

She goes to the kitchen alone, getting Josie her favorite mug with bees scattered all around. As soon as she's done making her tea and checking it is at a suitable temperature, she brings it out to her. Y/N sees Josie has put play on the show.

Y/N just grins, happy the girl likes the show as well. "Have you seen this season?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, me too."

"Nadiya is excellent," Josie comments as Nadiya wins first in the technical challenge.

"She is! I'm glad they picked her as the winner though she had strong competition against Ian and Tamal."

Both Y/N and Josie sit there in silence, sipping their teas, watching the bakers now try to make Charlotte Russe cakes for the showstopper. It's not until the presentation begins that Josie breaks their comfortable silence.

"Why can't you sleep?"

"Well, uhh, sometimes I can't get my brain to shut down and have lots of thoughts swirling around."

"Oh," Josie responds. "Do they ever stop?"

"Yeah, usually when I count backward or tell myself a story."

Josie looks delighted at hearing Y/N sharing this with her. "What kind of story?"

"A sweet one, one my grandparents used to tell me, or I make one up."

"And it works?"

"Almost always."

Josie continues with her questions, but Y/N doesn't mind. "Do you get bad dreams?"

"Not always, but sometimes, do you, Jo?"

Josie smiles, "I like that."

"What?" Y/N says, puzzled, aware she avoided the question.

"Jo, dad calls me honey, darling, Josie and Josephine when I do something I'm not supposed to, but no one ever has said, Jo. I like it."

"Oh, I'm glad. It's alright that I keep calling you that then."

Josie repeatedly nods, "Of course."

Y/N looks back at the TV focusing on the new episode that started during the talk.

"Sometimes I dream I'm back in Georgia with daddy." Josie is looking down at her lap, where she draws a circle on the palm of her left hand with her right index finger.

"Yeah, how does that make you feel?"

"Sad sometimes and sometimes happy."

"Why is that?" Y/N asks in a soft voice.

"Well, mommy called me more when I lived farther away. Now I don't get to see her every weekend even though that's the deal. She doesn't even like watching me play."

"That must be tough, Jo. Have you shared this with your dad?"

Josie shakes her head no. "He'd get mad at mom, and I don't want anyone fighting."

"Don't think it's fighting. Your dad just wants the best for you and wants your mom to see that as well."

"I guess."

"Did you know I've visited Georgia?"

"You have?" Josie sits up, crawling closer to her, excited at the change in conversation.

Y/N nods, "My grandparents had family there, so every summer, we'd make our way there. Spent all our time at the lake or just walking through the woods. They lived in a secluded area, so lots to roam."

"We lived in the city."

"I bet you still went to neat places."

Josie thinks about it for a minute, "We did, the weekends were for the lake, and it was easy to drive to another state for a week."

Y/N laughs, knowing how exciting it was visiting a new state in a matter of hours compared to how hard it is in California. "Yeah, I liked that as well."

"What's your favorite memory?"

Y/N stops to think about it; it has been a while since she thought back to her times there. She hasn't had the chance to go back since her grandparents passed away.

"The fireflies. I remember we were in one of my uncle's backyard, and he was showing us his peaches. When I saw a buzz of light followed by another, and soon enough, they were all around us. My uncle tells me he'll never forget the look on my face because it was true happiness and disbelief."

Y/N's smile is nostalgic. If she closes her eyes tight enough, she can picture the fireflies surrounding her. She's brought back to the present when she feels a small hand placed over her own.

"Thank you for sharing that with me," Josie says before she leans over, giving Y/N a hug.

Y/N laughs and hugs her back, happy she got to know this sweet girl better.

"I think it's time for bed."

"Okay."

As they begin walking up the stairs after making a stop in the kitchen to put their mugs in the dishwasher, Y/N stops outside the guest room.

"You're really wise for your age."

Josie nods, "My dad tells me that all the time."

Y/N can't help the smile that Josie draws out of her, "Goodnight."

"Night."

Y/N goes to bed with lots more on her mind. Her thoughts on the young girl who is caring more on her shoulder than she lets on. Josie has grown us quicker and doesn't realize it due to her experiences. Y/N goes wondering what tomorrow will bring.

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A lot was running through Harry's mind after the dinner he had on Sunday with Y/N and her family. Trust him; he enjoyed it. He adored seeing her in a different environment, but she seemed distant, and so did Josie. It's as if the two gravitated towards each other more. Always whispering to each other.

He enjoyed seeing them get along; he just didn't like not being included. This also made him second guess in pursuing Y/N. He wasn't willing to risk it not working out. Harry also knows he's not sure if he'd survive the heartbreak.

It's been a while since he's put himself out there, but as a single dad, he feared that no woman he had met was good enough to meet Josie, not after learning that he had full custody.

Y/N's sister was kind, always teasing Y/N but Y/N gave it right back. He could tell the love they had for each other was the kind he shared with Gem. They might not have been that close in age, but they appreciate each other better as adults. Harry loved Y/N's nephew, who stumbled every few steps he took, which is why Y/N took it upon herself to have him attached to her the whole night.

It warmed Harry's heart and gave him all kinds of crazy ideas, for example like a baby that was half him and half her that he'd love just as much as Josie.

Fuck, he had it bad.

Harry's thankful it's Wednesday, and he gets to see Y/N again. He didn't make practice on Monday having Sarah bring her, and today Y/n picked her up from his house where Mitch was watching her because he had a meeting that would be running long. Luckily, he made it just in time before the practice started.

He knew he was going to stand out, showing up wearing creamed flared trousers and a black silk button-down. Harry had taken off his cropped, lapel grey plaid jacket knowing the heat would eat him alive if he left it on.

Harry chuckled to himself as he walked from the parking lot; his folding hair swung on his shoulder. He waved to the parents before setting up alone under a tree, wanting to enjoy the shade today and no conversations unless it was from one specific person.

He sees her pocketing her phone in her bag and knows this is his chance to talk to her. He makes his way discreetly as possible, going behind the parents, who are all currently staring down at their phones.

"Y/N,"

She turns, she scans him head to toe quickly, not wanting Harry to catch her, but he does. He lets it boost his ego a little.

"Harry, a bit dressed up, no?"

He chuckles, doing a little spin for her. "Not at all, haven't you heard business casual is the new uniform."

She shakes her head at him, "We'll take it into consideration."

"That's all I ask."

Y/N looks over to Kate and motions for her to get the girls' warm-up started.

"Dinner was nice."

Y/N nods, "It was. My sister really likes you."

"That's good. She's really funny."

"She knows it." Y/N rolls her eyes playfully.

Harry knocks his hips into her, "Don't worry, you're still my favorite."

"Gee, I was so worried." Y/N fakes dramatically but isn't able to hide how her cheeks heat up at his compliment. "Now, you need to go sit. I have to coach. Parents are going to think I'm flirting."

Harry smirks, "I don't mind the flirting."

"Styles, you'd know if I was flirting."

"I'm just going to say that I very much am."

"Hmm, I'll take that into consideration. For our future conversations."

Y/N joins the girls as they are about to start their second lap; Harry slowly makes his way to his waiting chair, happy that Y/N might like him just as much as he likes her.

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Y/N pulled Josie aside before the scrimmage wanting to speak with her noticing she wasn't connecting with the team as she had on Monday.

"Doing okay?" Y/N asks as Josie gets a drink of water.

Josie nods, "Of course."

"Well, Juliet told me you didn't want to hang out. She said you had wanted to try that donut place with us on Friday."

"Because I had plans with my mom."

"Oh, that's fun."

"No."

"Why not?"

"She said she was busy," Josie murmurs.

"Well, you're still welcome to join us on Friday. I'm going to take Juliet to get ice cream at my favorite shop after practice. You're welcome to join." Y/N offers, knowing the little girl needs something to cheer her up.

"Does my dad have to come?"

"Not if you don't want him to."

Josie shakes her head no.

"Okay then."

"I'll go ask permission now."

"You can wait," Y/N laughs at her eagerness.

"No. I tell him now, and he can think it over while I play."

"Okay, sure. Don't take long."

Josie nods about to take off, but Y/n stops her. "Josie, I'm sorry your plans changed."

"She's been doing that more." She shrugs as if she's not bothered.

"Just because she is doing that doesn't mean you aren't loved. Your dad loves you and your godparents; the team does as well. I do, also. You're amazing, Josie." Y/N tells her, knowing Josie needed to hear it from somebody other than her father.

Josie's eyes shine, but she blinks the tears away. She gives her a quick hug before turning around and running towards Harry. From the corner of her eye, she sees Josie dramatically asking for permission as she lets her father retie the laces of her boots. Y/N smiles because she loves Josie, and if given a chance, she might also get an opportunity to love Harry. Y/N looks forward to watching what the future may bring.

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Kate had organized a pizza party for the girls because they had been doing so well and thought they deserved a reward. Y/N and Kate always talked about motivating and encouraging the girls for their hard work and dedication. They would do small gatherings or bring them a treat to enjoy after practice, and the occasional Monday off that happened on significant dates or when they as a coach needed a break which wasn’t often because they loved this and the girls.

A pizza party was fun, it allowed parents to interact somewhere that wasn’t crazy hot, and the girls got to eat their weight in pizza. Y/N personally loved it because she got to eat crazy good buffalo wings. Kate and Y/N always shared a basket.

Y/N had sat in a booth with Kate across from her knowing the girls would take up two of the long tables. They rather not squeeze in between when they have a good view of them here.

“Anyone I should be aware of, Thomas, was it?”

“Uhh, no. He turned out to be a jerk who couldn’t get me off.”

“Gee any louder, Katie, would you.” Y/N smiles at Cynthia’s parents, who are in line waiting to order themselves around some beers. Y/N was never one who got into drinking, but it doesn’t bother her those who do.

“Anyways, the one who is coming is Tiffany, and we have been talking for a week, and I think I may be in love.” Kate sighs, a faraway look in her eye as the waiter drops by her beer. Y/N eyes it, not liking how much foam was in the cup.

“You say you’re in love each time.”

Kate rolls her eyes at Y/N, “Well, I mean it this time.”

“Sure.”

“No, you’ll see. Tiff should be here soon. She got the most gorgeous curls and the most perfect brown eyes. Then when she talks Spanish to me, I have an idea what she’s saying, but it turns me on like crazy.”

“I can translate for you.” Kate rolls her eyes, knowing Y/N’s Spanish was perfect due to her high school and college years, not to mention she took YMCA classes at seven. “Anyways, let us move on from the conversation.”

“Okay, let’s talk about your sex life.”

Y/N chucks a piece of lettuce at Kate hitting her square on her chin. Before Kate can retaliate, Harry steps towards them, “Hello, ladies.”

“Hi, Harry,” Kate responds by making crazy eyes at Y/N.

“Mind if I join you, don’t think Josie would like me sitting with her or alone.”

Y/N nods, “Of course, but only if you don’t mind sliding in. I like the edge seats, or you can sit with Kate.”

Kate shakes her head no, “No, he cannot. My date should be here soon.”

Y/N gets up to let Harry slide in, he does a little wiggle to get to the other side, and Y/N does her best to hide her laugh. It seems to work, as he didn’t mention it. Y/N feels her body heat up because their thighs are touching. She feels ridiculous getting worked up over a simple touch.

The next hour flies by, and Tiffany arrives during that time, and Y/N loves her. She is as gorgeous as Kate described, her hair long falling down her back in thick ringlets, her brown eyes captivating, and her golden skin shines with just a hint of sunlight. She can see why Kate was smitten, but getting to know her and Y/N can happily say she’s a perfect fit for her best friend. She hopes it works out for Kate because this will be a heavy heartbreak if it doesn’t.

Y/N excuses herself, wanting to check with the girls. She approaches the table sitting by the pinball machines. The girls have question after question for her that she happily answers. She looks to see Juliet, happily leading a conversation with a quiet Jo sitting next to her staring out the window.

She excuses herself from the girls and places a hand on Juliet’s shoulder, who stops her chatter to grin up at Y/N before continuing like she never stopped. Jo just smiles at her before looking at the other girls acting as she was involved in the conversation, but Y/n knows better.

“You alright, Jo?”

“Of course, a bit full, that is all.” Y/N stares at those green eyes long and hard before nodding.

“I’m just over there if any of you need anything.”

“Yes, thank you, coach.” Most girls answer in unison.

Y/N goes back to their table, and Harry smiles, scooting over, “Saved your spot. Susan tried to nab it.”

“My hero.” She giggles.

The conversation around Y/N flows easily; she laughs and comments. There is a moment where Harry squeezes her thigh affectionately when she makes a witty comment defending him and his style. She wishes he’d rest his hand there, but he moves it back on top, also not wanting anyone to be suspicious.

As much as Y/N is having a lovely evening, her gaze drifts over to Josie, who hasn’t uttered a word since she was with her.

Harry is too busy chatting and having a nice time to notice how quiet Josie has gotten, not that she blames him; the place is loud and complete because it’s a Saturday afternoon. This worries Y/n as she has seen Josie withdrawing more and more but didn’t want to believe it. Josie hides it reasonably well.

Y/N hopes she’s wrong and that sweet Josie is only having an off day.

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Harry was happy to see Josie loving California. He knew it was a risk moving across the country when the East coast is all she had ever known. Josie has shown him nothing but happiness; he can't wait to see how she does in the Fall when she goes back to school. The great thing is she will have friends due to the girls on the team. Also, he hates to admit it, but it has been good for Josie to see more of her mom. Allowing them to build a better relationship. Harry only wishes the best for his daughter and hopes he has been doing that so far in her life.

It's Wednesday, and Harry feels his weeks go by faster now that they have a structured routine. He always gets excited because he knows that he'll have a chance to chat with Y/N no matter what.

They arrive five minutes before practice starts, making Harry rush out of the car, holding Josie's hand as she pulls him along, wanting to apologize to Y/N.

Y/N approaches them as they reach the area where all the girls have just started their warm-up lap.

"We're so sorry. We got stuck in a traffic jam." Harry rushes out, hating to get his daughter punished for his tardiness.

She shakes her head at him, not bothered. "Go on join the others, Josie," she gently touched her shoulder. "I've got to chat with your dad."

Josie gives her an uncertain look, but she assures her with a smile. She runs off, joining the second lap at the back of the two lines.

Harry stands there, uncertain, not sure what she needs to tell him. By the solemn look she has, it might not be good.

She walks off to the side a distance from the parents and has an eye on the girls finishing up their warm-up laps before going into a stretch.

"Josie brought up something I think you need to know."

Harry waits, allowing her to go on, knowing he shouldn't interrupt.

Y/N takes a deep breath before looking him in his eyes, "Josie says her mom told her she needs to stop calling her and to stop with the visits. That she's pregnant, and that's her priority, not her."

Harry's jaw drops. He didn't know Claudia could be so cruel to their daughter. He wasn't even aware she was pregnant or that she wanted more children. Mostly he hates that he does not hear this from his daughter.

"She told me she was afraid of how'd you react to the news, but I told her she needed to address it, and by your reaction, I assume she didn't."

Harry shakes his head. "No, we celebrated the win and had a good weekend. Seemed happier than normal honesty."

"It's common for kids to try to block it out. As someone who had to go through her fair share of child therapy, I feel like it would be good for her to see a therapist." Y/N tells him, voice gentle, knowing this is a lot for Harry.

"Why" Harry bites back, defensive. "She's fine, happy, and laughing."

"Harry, I'm not saying she's not, but she needs to talk about it. Jo won't be with you, and it's because she trusts and loves you and doesn't want to hurt you. She thinks she is protecting you; an eight-year-old shouldn't be trying to protect her father."

Harry feels himself boiling, no longer wanting to hear any more of what she has to say.  

"The signs are there."

The signs," he scoffs.

"Quietness, sadness, isolation, anxiety." She points to the field, and he turns to see Josie stretching alone, lost in her own head. No longer sitting between Juliet like she always had the last few weeks. A frown on her face seems to be permanently placed.  

"You've got no right to say this." Harry wishes she never brought this up.

"I'm doing this for her, not for you."

Harry has had enough; he wants her to hurt her like he is right now, which is why he lets his mouth speak before he can think over what he has said, "Who do you think you are? Honestly, you're a lousy soccer coach who has nothing better to do but judge kids and their parents."

"Harry," she whispers, trying to mask her hurt.

"No, you've said enough. I think you can forget about Josie playing for this team." His voice dripping with venom. "Seems all you wanted was extra cash in your pocket with the addition of a player ."

He walks towards the field. "Josie, we're leaving," Harry doesn't care that the other parents are watching now. He throws Josie's bag over his shoulder as he watches her jog over to him,

"We just got here. I was warming up."

"Josie, we're leaving." No room for argument in his voice, but Josie stands her ground.

"I don't want to leave." Her voice falters as she stares up at him.

"Josie, don't."

"Dad, I like it here, Coach is-"

Harry cuts her off, "Enough, Josephine, you're not coming back here ever."

Those words bring tears to her eyes; she drops her head, defeated. She follows behind Harry and turns to look at Y/N one last time, shooting her an "I warned you look."

Y/N watches them walk away, and she can only hope this is the last she sees of them. She shakes all her feelings out, knowing she has all eyes on her right now. She's got a team to coach, and just like that, she brushes away Harry and his cruel words, knowing they'll resurface later in the appropriate environment.

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After leaving the practice field, Harry And Josie did not speak a word to each other or the next day. They continued in silence, not for Harry's lack of trying to get a word out of Josie; she was just that upset with him.

All he received were head shakes, and Harry was worried. He cooled down after and let everything sink in, but the damage was done; it was too late.

That same night Harry called Claudia to confront her to tell her he would be taking her to court to forget seeing Josephine. All she responded was that it was quite alright. She was giving him full custody and would be sending him the paperwork she had already signed. Then hung up the phone on him.

Harry was appalled that a mother could do this to their child, to abandon them with no care. He always knew Claudia wasn't a good person, but he wished better for his daughter, and right now, even he didn't feel good enough for his angel girl.

On the fifth day of silence between his daughter and him, he received an email he was tempted not to open due to who it read the sender was. He did so anyway; it was the name, phone number, and location of a therapist nearby. The email read professional, not a hint of the last few months of knowing each other. There was an endnote that said to give her as a reference. He knew he would think it over for now.

On the seventh day of his daughter ignoring him, he called the number that he marked down on his phone. He called and set up an appointment for the following day; he knows it could have been longer if he didn't name drop Y/N. Harry knows he needs to apologize, but he's not sure where to begin or if it would be appropriate to show up at her house, but he decided to focus on one thing at a time, and that would be Josie.

Harry would have liked to walk hand in hand into the big building with big windows overlooking a secluded private park, but Josie walked ahead and sat herself on the rainbow-colored couches for kids and picked up a Judy Blume book to read.

Harry walks to the front desk and admires all the photos pinned up behind the receptionist. He knows they must be patients with only their first name signed. His favorite is a dinosaur swimming on a floaty holding a milkshake; there was some natural talent hanging on the wall as well as a lot of imagination.

"Sir, here for?" The receptionist called him for his turn, not noticing the person in front of him was now seated.

"Styles, Harry. Well, Josephine," he corrects. "Sorry."

"No worries, all parents do that their first time."

He awkwardly laughs.

"Dr. Sylvia Hernandedz will be with you shortly." He thanks her, going to sit on the black couch. He sinks right in full of comfort.

Five minutes later, they are called to go. He reaches for Josie's hand, and she lets him take it but doesn't make any move to hold him; it's as if he's carrying dead weight. Harry sighs but follows behind the receptionist.

"Hello, Styles family, lovely to meet you." A woman in her mid-forties greets them, a nice styled bun not a hair out of sight. Glasses on the bridge of her nose. She has a dark blue pencil skirt and a white buttoned shirt tucked in. He feels not as uncomfortable as he thought he would.

"I'm Syliva Hernandez, and you must be Josephine Styles." She leans down to be eye level with Josie and sticks out for her to shake.

"Yes, Dr. Hernandez. A pleasure to meet you." Josie responds politely.

Dr. Hernandez smiles. "Now, how'd you know I was a doctor?"

"The frame behind your desk shows your credentials." She points to the USC doctorate hanging behind a desk full of framed photos.

"Well, aren't you an observant girl?"

"Thank you."

"Would you like to accompany me to this playroom while I chat with your father? I can have my friend Alycia join you if you don't want to be alone."

Josie shakes her head no, "I'll be fine. I like being alone sometimes. I had a very wise person tell me it's okay to want to be alone sometimes, but it doesn't mean you're alone."  

"Did your dad tell you that?" Dr. Hernandez asks.

"No."

"Very, well off you go. We'll have an eye on you but feel free to use all the items in there."

"Thank you." Josie slips right in, grabbing paper and colored pencils, carefully pulling out her desired colors.

"Have a seat, please, Mr. Styles."

"Thank you."

He sits in the mahogany chair; he can't say he likes it much.

"These chairs are awful. My office is better furnished, I assure you."

Harry tears his eyes from Josie to look at the therapist.

They are silent, and Harry isn't sure what to do.

"Uhh...Y/N Y/LN recommend us to you. I'm not sure if they informed you or I had to let you know."

"Yes, I'm aware. She's a great person." Shutting down conversation.

"Your daughter's birthday."  

"December 13th, she's eight".

"How long have you been separated from her mother?"

"Since before her birth. We have a court agreement that I get weekly, and she gets her weekends, but that has recently changed. I have full custody of her.

"How does that make you feel?"

"Not okay; I grew up with divorced parents. My mother never remarried. I have an older sister, but we live in different countries."

"Do you fear the same for her?"

"Think it's worse for her. Josie's mother told her she didn't want her anymore because she would be having a baby. She didn't even tell me. She told--," he cuts himself off.

"Who did she tell?"

"Her soccer coach."

"A female?

"Yes. They are close. Have a real bond, an understanding of sorts."

"Do you think she is looking for a female to look up to?"

"It would make sense. My mother lives in London, and we only see her on holidays, same with my sister. She gets on well with my best mate's girlfriend, Sarah. She taught Josie to play the drums a bit. Also, Glenne, a dear friend."

"Male figures in life?"

"Too many. Mitch, Jeff, Adam, and his kids. Tyler, a family friend."

"It seems she has paternal figures, but she's searching for maternal figures." She states before continuing, "What's the reason you brought her in?"

"The coach addressed to me that she was worried that she was withdrawing herself, becoming anxious and lonely. Less happy. I didn't see it, but we've gone a week without speaking, and I've seen her mope and stare off a lot."

"Is she still seeing her coach?

"No, that's part of our not talking. I got upset over the suggestion of therapy and took that away from her."

"It led to a negative response."

"Yes, and I feel awful about it."

"It seems that the sport and coach are important to her and who she is. It's what you call a safe place."

"But she was beginning to withdraw from there as well," Harry states, not knowing it couldn't be so safe if she was isolating herself.  

"Well, we'll have to talk with her. Are you comfortable with me speaking with her alone? I do have to let you know what I speak with her is confidential. She can tell you about it, but you cannot ask me."

"Yes, of course. It's fine, I understand." Harry knows therapy can be scary, but it can also be the start of something better.

"Well, let me call her back."

Dr. Hernandez stands and opens the door, "Josephine, come with me, please." Josie nods her head, putting the colored pencils away and bringing her picture with her.

"I apologize if we took too long."

"Not long. Enough to finish my drawing." She shares, giving the doctor a small smile.

"Can I have a look?"

Josie hands it over, Dr. Hernandez turns it so they can both see what she drew. It's a photo of a goal net and who he assumes to be himself in the net. A little girl with two pigtails standing there, hands raised, and another female is to the side cheering with a megaphone.

"It's beautiful."

"Thank you," Josie says proudly.

"Do you think I can keep it? Have you sign your name and add it to the front desk."

"Would you?" Josie's eyes go wide at someone other than her dad hanging up her art.

"Of course."

"That'd be wonderful." And for the first time in a week, she turns looking up at Harry. "Did you hear that daddy, Dr. Hernandez wants to keep it?

"I would too; it's beautiful, darling."

"I can make another."

Harry smiles, grateful, his daughter is her vibrant self, "Thank you, honey."

"Josephine, are you okay with your dad stepping out and you talking with me privately one on one?

"Yes, I like you. Also, you can call me Josie."

Dr. Hernandez nods in acknowledgment before turning to address Harry.

"You can wait in the waiting room. Alycia will bring you back to discuss in my office when we are done."  

Harry mutters okay and walks out, closing the door behind him. He walks a few steps before laying his head to rest on the wall. This has felt like a lot, but he also feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulder.

Maybe I need to see a therapist. Harry thinks to himself, liking that he got a lot off his shoulders in just a short amount of time.

He's walking down the hallway when he hears a familiar voice, one he didn't think he'd have the pleasure of ever hearing again.

It stops him in his tracks.

He hears her voice once more and follows it out to the waiting room he's supposed to be waiting for his daughter.

Harry sees that she is talking with Alycia, and as he steps closer, he feels like it is harder to breathe.

"I have three more clients before I'm done for the day, but I have a thirty-minute gap, so maybe we can order smoothies, my treat." She tells the secretary handing her two twenty bills so that she can get everyone a drink.

"Y/N," he gasps out.

His eyes roam her body; he's never seen her dressed, so office official always used to see her in shorts, sweats, leggings, and a t-shirt. She's wearing this blue satin silk blouse tucked into high-waisted black trousers and low heels.

She is gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous.

Y/N turns, not at all trying to hide the surprised look on her face.

"You're here." She nods; he's not sure why she's here.

"Here's your next client's file. They are doing an intake. You have over half an hour."

"Great."

Harry is now standing in front of her. "You work here?"

Y/N nods.

"You're a therapist." He states.

Y/N can clearly see he wants to talk and knows a better place to do it than their waiting room filled with waiting people.

"Why don't we talk in my office?" Harry nods, ready to follow her, but before he can, she turns to the desk once more, "Hold my calls, please, Alycia."

"Of course."

"Follow me, Harry."

They walk in silence as they pass Dr. Hernandez's door. She opens her door, allowing him to enter first. It feels bright and full of color; the wall's painting is pale green and hanging on the walls; she has lots of scenic photos and drawings. The chairs are nice, a red velvet couch pushed against a wall, her desk is not that big, he notices. It lacks pictures compared to Dr. Hernandez. Her degrees are placed on a bookshelf. She has it color-coded in colors of the rainbow, which is quite impressive.

"Have a seat." She offers all the open space.

Y/N takes a seat on the couch, and he follows.

Harry feels underdressed next to Y/N, and that has never happened before; he is always the one showing up in extravagant and overpriced suits.

"You work here." He waits for her to confirm.

"Yes, I'm a therapist here. Dr. Hernandez was my advisor during my undergrad. She knew what I wanted to accomplish for my career. They offered me a job, and I accepted. They have been supportive of obtaining my doctorate."

Harry is very impressed, "Congrats, that's wonderful."

"Thank you."

They both quiet down, not sure who should go first. Harry is about to start when Y/N begins to speak.

"Listen, Harry, I'm sorry. I went about addressing it wrong, and I never meant to upset you. I apologize." Y/N keeps her eyes on his wanting him to see how sincere she was.

"No need, I've taken a week to reflect on what a jerk I was. Having Josie give me the silent treatment for a week was torture." Harry confesses, scratching his neck to avoid reaching for her hand.

"Is she okay? Harry, that's a long time." Y/N's voice laced with concern.

"I'm sure she's chatting Dr. Hernandez ear off as we speak."

"I'm sorry you had to go through that."

"I brought it on myself by taking her away from one thing she truly loves."

Y/N nods, not able to disagree with Harry. "Yeah, I understand."

"Is that how you know she needed therapy because you're a therapist?"

"Yes. I saw the signs, but I mostly observe and never address it, but from the conversations I've had with Josie and the relationship we built, I felt like I owed it to her to get her help." Y/N pauses, debating if she was ready to share more of herself with Harry. "It was also that I saw myself in her, it felt familiar, and I wanted to help."

"I'm going to tell you a story."

Harry can tell it's not going to be an easy one as she's not staring at her hand, focused on the lone ring she has on her index finger. "You don't have to."

She reaches over and squeezes his hand once to let him know it's alright. "I was nine years old when I walked in on my dad cheating on my mom with his secretary. I told her as soon as she came home and she didn't believe me. She went as far as calling me an attention seeker. By the end of the week, we were living with my grandparents. I didn't see my parents again after that day. At age ten, I started visiting the counselor because I blamed myself for my sister no longer having parents. I wouldn't even allow myself to talk to her; I was just consumed by guilt taking all the blame when I shouldn't have."

Y/N knows Harry's gaze is on her, but she doesn't dare look up, not wanting to see the pity in his eyes. "Don't think I've stopped since then. A big reason I'm doing the job I am now is for those who helped me along the way.

"Y/N,"

"Harry, no pity comments. I've made my peace, sure the trauma never truly leaves, but you overcome it."

"Thank you for sharing that with me, I know I don't deserve it, but I'm grateful."

Harry needs to apologize; he wants to leave here today knowing he didn't lose a friend.

"I'm sorry I hurt you."

"Harry, you-"

"No, I really am; I didn't mean a word I said. I know you're more than a coach, and you're not lousy; you're brilliant. You're my daughter's favorite person. I didn't mean it, and I hope you'll forgive me."

"I accept your apology, that was a bad day for all of us, but I can move past it if you can?"

"Yes, I would love that. I feel awful you're someone I trust, a friend. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

"Thank you, Harry."

"One more thing."

"Yes, go on."

"Can you recommend a therapist for me? Talking with Dr. Hernandez was amazing, and I think I would benefit from it."

Y/N doesn't make any comment, just nods. "I'll send you a list of therapists but do know you'll always find a friend in me if you ever need a shoulder to cry on or someone to watch over you as you get drunk."

Harry chuckles; he'll keep that in mind for future references.  

"There's a knock on the door. "Yes, come in."

"Sylvia is ready for Mr. Styles."

"Thank you, Alycia. I'll walk him to her office."

Y/N stands, and Harry follows close behind as they make their way out to reunite him with his daughter.

"Y/N, can I hug you?"

She bits back the smile threatening to overtake her face at how small he looks asking. "Yes, that's fine."

Harry doesn't wait for another second; he throws his arms around her holding her tight. He hadn't been lucky enough to hug her before, but now doing it, he doesn't think he ever wants to go a day without one.

They walk out, both having heated faces due to enjoying being the embrace of one another. She walks them a few doors down and knocks, waiting for the go-ahead to go in.

"One last thing," She says, pointing a hand to his chest."

"Name it." He'd give her anything.

"Jo comes back to the team. You bring her to the game this weekend."

"Yes, of course."

She beams at his response, "Great."

Y/N peeks her head in, locking eyes with Sylvia. "Alright, to come in, Doc?"

"Of course, Josephine, this is my good friend and coworker Y/N."

Josie turns and smiles wide, jumping up when she sees her walk in with Harry right behind her.

"Hiya, champ. Seems to have found your dad lost out here."

Josie giggles and runs into her arms, hugging her tightly.

"I've missed you."

"As have I little miss sunshine. I missed my fastest midfielder at the game. All the girls missed you."

"Awe, I'll be back," she looks up at Harry with a look of worry on her face. "Right, daddy?"

"Yes, darling. Got a game at ten am on Saturday."

Josie lets out a loud shriek.

"So this is Coach." Dr. Hernandez says with a knowing smile.

"Yes, she's great," Josie responds, holding tight to Y/N's hand.  

Y/N chuckles. "How about you and I go draw a picture to add to my office while Dr. Hernandez and your dad tie up some little things."

"Okay."

They walk out hand in hand as Josie catches up with Y/N on everything she did on her week away. Not shying away from how she handled the now resolved issue with her father.

"You don't look as blue," Dr. Hernandez comments."

"Sorry," Harry blushes, having been lost in thought on the two girls who just walked out.

"Mr. Styles, your aura is soft, kinder."

"Yeah, I think she has that effect on people."

"You might be right."

Things are finally looking up, and Harry looks forward to rebuilding his relationship with Josie and hopefully creating one with Y/N besides their parent and coach relationship.

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It's been two weeks since Josie came back to play, and thing's have been going smoothly. Harry begins helping out with cleaning up at the end of practice to talk to Y/N more. He asks more about her job and how the doctorate is going. He worries she might be juggling too much, but she assures him she has a smooth dynamic of handling everything.

It's a cold Saturday morning, it's the quarter-finals, and the nerves are high for everyone. The girls finished on top of the leaderboard, but the league likes doing a championship game to honor all the hard-working teams.

Y/N is quieter this morning, and all the parents have picked up on it. They are used to her light and kind nature, wishing everyone a good day and accepting treats. Cynthia's mom is in charge of snacks for today and offered her a muffin one she never says no to except today.

It immediately puts everyone in a skittish mood.

Truthfully, Y/N isn't here for the parents, but the girls and the team they are against is the dirtiest. Most girls are nine and will be moving up a division, but Coach Roman teaches them that dirty plays will make them win. Her girls are strong players, but she reminds them of the importance of sportsmanship and playing with heart.

Y/N even makes sure she cannot be approached by anyone, only the girls and Kate, as they start to warm up on the field. The girls do their drills as Kate stands quietly by your side.

"Someone can't take their eye off of you."

"Stop."

"It's true though, he was pouting when he saw you on the field clipboard in hand," Kate says with a giggle.

"Shush."

"Going to ask him on a date?"

"Only if we win."

That shuts Kate up, "You're joking."

Y/N slowly shakes her no, "Girls, two lines, run through side net shots."

Kate and Y/n stand back to back as the girls pass, and they kick it-bag, giving them only a second to angle themselves. This is one of their favorite warm-ups, and she's glad she can still talk with Kate during it.

"What made you finally decide?"

"I realized he's not going to make a move because one he fears I'm going to reject him and two it goes horribly wrong, then he might never show his face around here again. I'm positive he likes me."

Kate nods, "he likes you, adores you. He's got it bad." She's quiet for a moment before starting up again, "I know we're going to win, so how are you going to ask him? I'm going to need all the details."

"I'm going to go up to him and ask him out to dinner, simple as that."

Y/N changes the drill marking the end of their conversation; she leads the girl into two groups of keep away while Kate takes Dawson, their goalie, to keep warming up.

Before they know it, captains and coaches are called. Coach Roman is smug and annoying as he shakes her hand. The girls pick heads and win the coin toss. They choose to have kickoff; Roman's girls decide to stay on their side, meaning everything to their advantage as they have the slight uphill to battle through for the first half, and the second will use it to their advantage.

The starting lineup is quick to attack, and in a matter of minutes, Juliet scored a goal from a pass from Imelda. The girls' cheer, happy to be leading the game. They know better than getting cocky; if anything, this intensifies their speed at playing. The next twelve minutes of the second quarter are stressful as Josie makes it a two-zero lead from a corner kick. Just as half-time is to be called, a midfield slips through the defense from the back and gets it over Dawson's head, and just like that, the referee calls it.

Y/N can't remember the last time she was this anxious. It's foul after foul, and she's had enough of it.

Kate is quick to round up the girl, not wanting to monopolize all their time, wanting them to relax mostly to stay in a positive mindset. Kate leads the talk letting them know they are doing well and that the left-wing is getting beat, but having the downhill in favor should help her out now. Y/N went around making sure each girl was safe and had no injuries, only grass stains on their knees.

"Be aggressive, but don't stoop to their level."

"Yes, coach" is heard in unison as a response.

Each girl goes to their bags and starts to stretch, knowing they can't approach their parents because it's easy for them to influence them on how they are playing. Everyone respects it, but there are a few times a parent comes by.

She decides to take a walk, getting away from the girls. She just wants to relax and not be as tense for the end of the half.

She nearly jumps out of her skin when she hears someone call her name.

"Fuck, Harry. You scared me."

He raises his hands up in defense. "Sorry, I was just checking if you are okay?"

Y/N doesn't hesitate to rush into his arms, tucking her head into his neck. Harry, without hesitation, wraps his arms around her. He runs his hand down her back softly, hoping she finds it comforting.

"Hey, hey, it's okay." She holds him tighter, so he goes on. "You're okay, yeah, doing a good job. Girls are playing well. Taking care of each other, just like you taught them."

She slowly nods her head, she's calmed down, and Y/n thinks it might have to do with his soothing heartbeat.

"Deep breaths, love, Come on with me."

Harry breathes in and out until she does it with him. He feels her relax and tries to pull her back, but her grip is tight.

"It's okay, not going anywhere."

"Sorry," she whispers.

"No need to apologize, love."

"I just don't like when coaches teach their girls to play dirty; I hate injuries. They're just kids." She whispers, looking up at him now.

"They'll be okay."

"You don't know that. We have two quarters left."

Harry knows he won't be able to comfort her like he wants when he hears the ref blow the whistle. "Look, the girls are about to start, and they need a coach."

She nods, knowing she has to go back to her coaching mentality. The girls are her main priority; she can do this.

"Thank you, Harry."

"I'm here for you, whenever you need."

Y/N jogs over, nudging Kate playfully, who is shooting her suggestive eyes. They let the captain lead the huddle and listen intently before wishing them luck. The parents clap as the team cheer echoes out.

Only twenty-four minutes left, they can do this. She knows they can. The referees assured them he'd get a better eye on them, not wanting anyone to be carried off injured. Y/N refuses to take her eyes off of her girls. Constantly reminding them to keep communicating with each other when she hears them go quiet.

The last two quarters pass much quicker than the first; the girls play with more fleeting touches, not allowing the other team to put pressure on them.

Just when number eleven is close to getting the ball, Leslie switches the ball over to the other side; Y/N is shocked at how well Josie brings it down, she constantly struggles with this at practice, but she knows that Josie has been putting in the extra work.

She can hear Harry clapping and cheering on Josie; Y/N shouts her praise, letting her know she's doing well. Andie gets a breakaway, and it's a one-be-one versus the goalie. She fakes right as it goes left, touching it in softly, and in it goes. Y/N can't stop cheering, feeling the buzz all over her body. She's incredibly proud of the hard work they have all put in. Just as they reset and the ball is passed back, the whistle is blown and signifies they have won.

Golden Sparks are moving on to the semi-finals.

The girls are quick to jog in and tackle Y/N and Kate in a massive group hug. Y/N is going to be basking in this happiness for the entire weekend.

Y/N sends all the girls to their parents, letting them know she was okay doing the clean-up on her own. Kate stuck around, as did Juliet, because she wanted to have breakfast with Y/N telling her parents they were not welcome to come even though the invitation was extended to them. Clara and Xavier did not take any offense, happy to go back home and nap the morning away if their young toddler would let them.

Y/N approaches Harry after she gets everything settled in her trunk. He smiles at her, walking over helping her close her trunk as they wave by to Kate together. Josie and Juliet hang out in Harry's car, going through his Spotify playlist as they skip song after song, not being a fan of his taste.

Y/N lets out a deep breath, "I've been working up the courage to do this."

"Do what lovely? Harry asks curiously.

"Would you like to have dinner with me?" Y/N feels her stomach tense up as she waits for a response; by his wide eyes, she can tell he wasn't expecting her to say that, but he plays it off well.

"Asking me on a date?"

"I am."

Harry agrees, "I'd like that."

"Does Friday work for you?"

"Yes, great."

"I'll uh, pick you up."

"Proper wine and dine, love." She chuckles because, yeah, she wants to swoop Harry off his feet just like he did to her without even trying.

Y/N gives him a hug holding him tight for a few seconds, smiling up at Harry feeling giddy that they had a date planned after two months of flirting that they weren't sure would go anywhere.

"Juliet, we got to go."

"Okay, auntie." Juliet slams the door just a tad bit too hard, making Y/N mutter an apology.

"Bye, Harry."

"Bye, love."

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Friday had arrived quicker than Harry expected. He got to see Y/N during the week because of the practices, and he was texting her every chance he got. He wanted to let her know he liked her and he was serious about pursuing her. It's been a long time since his last relationship, but call him cliche with Y/N; it all feels right. That everything is falling into place like it should.

Now here he sat on his couch waiting for Y/N to arrive; he had changed his outfit three times because she told him casually, and he couldn't settle on a look. It wasn't until he put on a plain black tee that hugged her arms just right and white linen cropped pleated trousers that he felt ready. He even broke out his new white Vans for the evening.

Harry was about to check the time when there was a knock on his door. He couldn't tame the butterflies in his stomach if he tried. As he opened the door, Harry let out a laugh because there stood the most beautiful woman holding up a bouquet of red lilies. He's falling in love, and there's no stopping him; he just hopes she's there to catch him.

"Hi Harry, these are for you."

Harry laughs, not knowing how to react to receiving flowers, "I'm speechless." He accepts them and gently cradles them in his arms. "I'll put them in water, and we can go."

"Sure, no rush." Y/N admires his living room, never having stepped foot in his house until today, and it's small but cozy. There are photos of all his family framed on the wall to her right. He has a small bookshelf that holds more vinyl than books.

Harry comes back and sees her staring at a photo of Josie on her first birthday covered in cake from head to toe. "I'd give you a tour, but I'm actually really excited to start our date."

"I'm sure they'll be another time."

She walks down his driveway to her parked car allowing Harry to have a moment to look her over. She's dressed casually; she has high-waisted jeans that show off all her beautiful assets. Her lavender cardigan looks warm; she left it open to expose a white plain top. It is genuinely a casual look, but she makes it look over the top.

"You look beautiful," Harry tells her as she stands by her car door.

Y/N does a small twirl before jokingly curtsying for him. "Glad you think so. Those trousers are doing your thighs justice if I do say so myself."

Harry giggles loving how easy she compliments him.

"Right, I wanted to take you mini golfing but considering it's a Friday and summer, it's going to be packed with teenagers."

"Oh, you definitely saved us."

"Yeah, I thought we could take Josie during the middle of the week as a date. I bet she'd enjoy it. Although, I never keep track of points because I'm too competitive."

The date has barely started, and she's left him speechless twice.

"You want Josie to join us on dates." Harry states.

She looks over at him quickly as they are stopped at a red light, "Of course, Harry. She's your daughter; I don't expect you to find a sitter every time we want to go out together. Isn't it like if you're dating me, you're dating my daughter."

He chuckles, "but not on our first date."

"Honestly, I think we were long overdue for a date."

"Yeah, I wanted to ask you out all summer long," He confesses.

Y/N gasps in shock as she signals a right turn, briefly checking her blind spot before making the turn. "Yet, it only happened with a few weeks left in summer."

"Yeah, but we got here, didn't we?"

Y/N leans over and places her hand on his thigh, squeezing him twice, "Yes, we did."

Harry sees her turn into a diner that looks a bit run down; he doesn't dare question her because she seems so excited as she gets out of the car and waits for him by the trunk. Y/N extends her hand for him to take, and he does without a hint of hesitation.

Y/n leads the way, but he hurries to open the door for her. She thanks him with a squeeze of the hand. Walking in, he was startled at how Harry felt he was transported to a seventies diner. The booths were red and looked sparklingly new. To the left was a jukebox that he was desperate to have a look at, maybe dedicate a song to Y/N. The floor's black and white pattern shined at him as the waiter wore a nice button-up with a black bow tie, a red and white striped apron thrown over, his name tag said James.

"After you," Y/N said, wanting Harry to pick a booth side; he knew better than to fight her and slid in on the left side. Harry is surprised when Y/N slides in right next to him. "This alright, Harry?"

Harry grins at her, dimples on display just for her. "Yeah, just caught me by surprise."

She opens up the menu sliding the other one away so they could share. Y/N points to some of her favorite items on the menu and cringing at ones she disliked.

"You know the menu well." Harry states before deciding on the turkey burger she had raved about.

Y/N chuckles, closing the menu. "My grandparents brought Clara and me here every other weekend, never letting us eat out. My grandmother was against the food industry, and she knew the owner here prided themselves on giving back to the community. Always holding fundraisers or donating to local teams."

"Fast food industry isn't the best, but I thank them because I can get Thai food delivered to my house."

Y/N doesn't have time to respond, as their waiter comes back with two glasses of water. "I'll have the turkey burger, no onions, and fries instead of the salad."

Harry didn't know she didn't like onions but made a mental note on it, "I'll also have the turkey burger and the side salad. Oh, and the couple milkshake, we agreed on strawberry, right?"

Y/N nods her head, "I had forgotten about that, but yeah, two straws, please."

"I'll have that out shortly," James tells them, walking away.

"The shake is too hard to die for; it has whipped cream on the top and bottom. It's freshly made, nothing like the canned kind. It's large! Made to be shared, thank goodness you remembered."

Harry shrugs, "That's what I'm here for."

Harry loves how easy conversation flows with Y/N. He doesn't have to force himself to say try to think of a topic or question to ask her. She's very open in sharing herself with him, he's never had someone drop down all his walls this quick, yet again, he might have dropped back ages ago.

Y/N talks to him about his grandparents and how adoring they were. That they supported all of her dreams, even the ones that we're crazy, like wanting to become a witch because she wanted to make flowers grow from her palm. Harry shared how the first year of Josie being born, he felt like he never slept, always nervous something would happen. He also tells her how living in Georgia is something he didn't enjoy, but he also didn't want to bounce Josie around from school to school. It was only date one, but Harry was excited for what the future had in store for them.

When James came back to drop off their burgers and shake. Y/N didn't even hear him too busy laughing at a dumb joke Harry had told her; he can't even remember the joke he made because her laugh is music to his ears.

Y/N waits for Harry to take his first bite, and he decides to tease her just a bit. He slowly raises the burgers stopping an inch from his lips; Y/N sits there, chin perched on her hand as if she has all the time in the world to wait for him.

"I'm in no rush, casanova." She smirks, not falling for his game.

Harry knows eating burgers is nothing sexual, so he decides to go all in. He moans at the first taste he gets, it's juicy, and the pepper jack cheese is perfectly melted, adding an excellent combination.

"Love, that is an amazing burger."

"I know." She's already gotten a bite in. She eyes his salad plate for a moment before looking back over to her fries.

"You want some, sweetheart?"

Y/N giggles at his comment, "God no. I eat healthy enough already, thanks to Juliet, but can I have some of your ranch?"

Harry understands eating healthy, he does it for Josie, and since Y/N is constantly around Juliet, it makes sense she would change her eating habits but does know as an aunt she's easier to give in to desserts. Not that he minds; he needs more sweetness in his life.

"Sure, you eat it with your fries. That's interesting."

She shrugs, "I don't think it is. Everyone in my family eats fries with ranch, including Josie."

"If Josie starts eating fries like that, I will know who to blame."

Y/N bumps her shoulder with Harry, "Haha."

They eat most of their meal in silence. Occasionally, Harry steals a few fries causing Y/N to chuckle before turning her plate, so Harry didn't have to reach over her. She doesn't chastise him about not ordering fries if he wanted some. Harry likes how much he enjoys spending time with Y/N.

"What's one thing you hope to accomplish within the next five years?" Harry asks as Y/N passes the shake back to him and takes a generous drink. They had finished eating, and now we're trying to finish the shake that Harry thought was smaller than what had arrived at their table.

"My usual answer is a doctor, but what's happening next year, so, give me a moment," Harry waits for her, watching as she plays with the rings on his right hand. They went front sitting thigh to thigh to Y/N, hooking her leg to Harry's, causing her to lean more on him. Harry liked it, and if he wasn't somewhere public or their first date, he would have pulled her into his lap. He took a chance and set his hand on top of her thigh; to his surprise, she placed her hand on top of his, intertwining their fingers together.

Every little thing she did made him fall deeper and deeper.

"I want to run a marathon."

"A marathon? I didn't know you were a runner."

"Oh yeah, last December I ran a half marathon, and it was hell, but once the runner high hits, it's the most wonderful thing."

"Why not do it now?"

Y/N frowns, taking off the rose ring from his finger and slipping it on one of hers. "The training is rigorous. You have to work up the miles constantly and eat better. I would rather enjoy the upcoming year."

"Well, when it happens, I can't wait to be there cheering you on." He tells her with a hopeful look.

"I'll hold you to that, Styles."

Harry smiles, hoping she does, hoping he gets to spend many more years to come with her in his life.

Y/N excuses herself to the restroom, and Harry decides it's a good time to pick a song. He approached it grateful to half a quarter hanging in his pocket. The jukebox looked old but well kept. Harry saw over 100 songs but searched for a specific one in mind; he was thrilled to see it was on there. Just as it started to play, he saw Y/N walking back towards him, so he hurried over to slide into their seat.

"You know, you're kind of clumsy."

"Am not," he denies.

"Oh, sorry, so it wasn't you who bumped into the table as you made your way to sit down."

Harry decides not to respond, knowing she saw him embarrass himself, and instead starts singing along to the song. The smile on her face widens as she hears how good he is.

"I'm not surprised you picked Fleetwood Mac, "songbird" is a sweet song."

"Am I that predictable?"

She nods, "Jo always sings one of their songs; at the sleepover, she said that's what you played most, so I taught her my favorites."

"Is it you I have to thank for the ABBA and Selena obsession?" He playfully glares.

"Guilty. She needed to brighten her horizon."

"Josie doesn't even know Spanish."

"Ah, but she will now."

"You're weird." Y/N shrugs in acceptance, knowing he meant it as a compliment.

As Harry's song comes to an end, she jumps up and rushes over to pick her song. She doesn't shy away about dancing her way back over to him. She mouths along to "The Name of the Game," moving her body to the beat.

"The name of the game?"

"You know it, darling."

Harry feels the heat in his cheek and hopes Y/N won't bring it up. She gets him flustered in just a few words.

"You know this is about falling in love with your therapist," he states

"Harry!" She exclaims. "No, the song is open to interpretation."

"What do you think?"

"I think it's about the early days of your relationship and wondering if it'll be something more or not. Also, that bridge, I mean come on."

Harry loves how passionate she is about the song. He loves that she's not afraid to share her thoughts with him, and he realizes he's doing the same. He can't help himself and leans in to press a kiss to her temple, throwing an arm over her shoulder to pull her close as they sit there listening to the song to the end.

"Ready to go, angel?" He feels her mutter a small okay, as she gets up, offering her hand to him as he's at the edge. "Let's go take care of the bill."

Y/N chuckles, "Already did, Harry."

Harry pulls her back, turning her to face him, "When?"

"The restroom, oldest trick in the book."

"Sneaky, sneaky."

Y/N, let's Harry lead the way out this time; they say goodnight to the staff and hurry over to the car. He didn't bring a coat, and he still wasn't used to how cold California got at night. He thought summer meant warm nights with a gentle breeze, not chilly air. Y/N seemed to not mind it, not hurrying after Harry as he jumped into the passenger seat.

"Afraid of the cold, H."

"Yes, why is it so bad?"

"Didn't you get snow in December up in the peach state? Also, aren't you from where the sun never shines?" Y/N teases him as she settles in her seat, turning on the heater for Harry.

"We visit occasionally; I can handle the weather with the appropriate clothing." He pouts at her, rubbing his arms.

Y/N turns around, reaching for something in the backseat before settling in again and settling it in Harry's lap. She doesn't say anything besides dazzling him with a smile and pulling out of the parking lot.

Harry slips it on over his head and finds it fits him loose, "I hope you know you might not be getting this back."

Y/N turns to look at him as he drags the collar up to his cheek to feel the softness it still holds, "That's my coach sweater. Kate got me a few, all in different sizes; I wear this one because I like baggy hoodies."

Harry smiles at her, he knows everything they have done has been in reverse, but he loves how confident she is. He knows she's been hurt before in the past from what she's shared but not once has he felt her trying to hide or push him away. He wants to tell her everything he's kept locked inside, he's never felt like this before, and he hopes the feeling never goes away.

"You know, if people see you wearing the sweater, they'll start talking."

Harry turns in his seat, facing her as the street lights shine on her face. "Let them. I've got no shame in people thinking you're my girlfriend. If I'm lucky enough, it might come true."

Y/N shakes her head, thankful for the darkness because he won't be able to see how her face heated up. The drive to his house was short, he wished for the night to never end, but even he knows he's not that lucky. Harry lets her know it's okay to pull into his driveway as he had his car parked on the curb right.

"I'll walk you to your door." Harry holds her hand the short way to where they will soon have to say goodnight.

Harry doesn't try getting his keys out; instead, he turns her to look at him, wanting to remember her in this moment forever. His last first date. Call him crazy, but there was no one else for him. It was always Y/N; he just had to find her.

"I had the best night with you," Harry whispers, pulling her close by her waist. She rests her hands on his shoulders and nods. "We're doing this again, Y/N."

"I got a second date." She cheers.

Harry leans his forehead against hers, smirking as he hears her breath hitch. "You get a second, a third, a fifth, a one hundred. You name it, you got it."

He's so close to closing the gap between them, feeling their breaths mix together.

"That means you'd be stuck with me for a long time."

"I want to say forever, but that might be too soon."

"Our secret." She whispers, her eyes dancing from his lips to his eyes. "Please kiss me, H."

Harry knows he won't ever be able to deny anything she wishes in life, mainly because he was close to losing her once before.

His lips moved slowly, savoring the feel of her against him as he pulled her close, letting himself rest against the door. He felt the butterflies in his stomach going crazy as she moved her hands to his hair, tugging on the small curls. Harry pulled back in fear of letting out a moan at the intense pleasure she made him feel.

Y/N pulls back breathless but presses her lips to his cheek, not wanting him to touch to go far. "Will you give me another, darlin'," Y/N nods a starry look in her eye as she lets Harry swoop in and take control of the kiss. This second kiss is faster and more passionate. Harry was holding back before, but now he wants her to feel everything he makes her feel. Harry wants her to know he gives her goosebumps and fireworks.

"I could kiss you all night." Harry trails kisses on her cheeks, loving how lost in his touch she is.

"Too bad, I need to rest. I've got to coach a game tomorrow."

That statement is enough to bring Harry back to reality, where he has to wake up extra earlier to pick up his daughter then drive her to the game. They have to say goodnight, even though neither one of them wants to.

Harry pulls away, dropping his hands from her waist; Y/N follows by letting her hands slide down from his hair.

"See you tomorrow?" He winks at Y/N as she walks backward, creating distance between them.

"Of course, we got a semi-final to win."

Y/N walks to her car, touches her lips feeling the lingering heat on when he kisses her breathless. She is turning on her car, making sure her headlights are on, when she sees Harry rushing down the steps toward her, the smile on his face contagious.

"What is it?" She asks as she rolls down her window, knowing she wouldn't leave soon if she got out.

"A kiss for the road."

Y/N couldn't dare deny him a kiss, especially when she was craving more already.

Harry slipped a hand the back of her neck, fearing she'd pull back sooner than he wanted. Her lips tasted like cherry; he figures she put on chapstick. This was only their third kiss, but it had only gotten better. Harry swiped his tongue against her bottom lip, begging for entrance, but she pulled back, letting out a breathless laugh at the pout he made, no longer able to feel her against him. She leans and pecks at the corner of his mouth, whispering a goodnight as he steps back, letting her drive away.

It may be too soon, but he might just love her.

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The semi-final had to be one of the most intense games she had seen the young girls play. It was goal after goal from each team, neither one backing down on the pressure.

In the second half, she told them she was proud that if they kept playing how they were, this game was theirs. Going in a 3-2 lead, the girls stood shocked when, in a corner kick, the other team had been able to get it into the back of the net and over Dawson.

Kate thought this might knock them down, but it sparked something in all of them. All the parents stood up from their seats when they saw them dance around the opposing team switching the ball side to side. Honestly, it was something far advanced than they've ever presented.

Y/N was in awe; their communication was at a new level. There wasn't much time left, and Kate feared penalty kicks even if they were prepared for it.

Lani had control of the middle field; she just needed to get it past their defense. Juliet had defenders marking her tight, no way able to make a run towards the goal. If they played it right, Juliet would draw them out, leaving a gap allowing them to make a run for it. That's all they needed for a foot race.

Kate was sitting on the bench holding tightly onto Sarah Beth's hand, not able to take the pressure; then again, no one could take it. It all happened so fast; one moment, Juliet ran towards the midfield, two defenses following close behind when she got a touch on the ball, letting her send it back where it came from, then straight down the line. Jo and Franny ran down both sides too far ahead to be stopped; Jo was able to get a touch on it, crossing it straight to Franny, who shot at goal but was stopped by the opposing goalie. Jo was there for the rebound striking it in.

Goal!

She did it. She made the final goal.

Jo was quick to be bombarded by the rest of her teammates hugging her as they ushered back for the kick-off. Y/N wished she could run in there and hug her, telling her how proud she was, but for now, shouting 'great job' and 'stay focused' would be enough. Y/N looked over at Harry, who was wiping his tears still yelling proudly for his daughter, and like he knew she was staring, he looked over at her giving her the cheesiest grin she had ever seen on him.

The game finished, and the Golden Sparks won another game, taking them to the final the following week. Y/N congratulated the girls telling how proud she was of them and the hard work they put in each game. She told them she can't wait to see them on Monday and to have a wonderful weekend. Then told their parents to spoil them a little extra this weekend that earned a cheer from all the girls.

As Y/N was packing up her things, Kate and a few other parents already helped carry everything over to Kate's car. She felt arms around her waist.

"Hey, quickster," Y/N says, turning, allowing her niece to hug her properly.

"The girls are going to get ice cream if you want to go with them; Emilia's mom will text you the address," Juliet asks, but Y/N has spent enough time with them and wants to let them be.

"Thanks for the offer, but you have a good time. I'll let your mom know Emilia's mom is dropping you off." Juliet nods, giving her one more hug before hurrying over to Emilia's car, where Jo also happens to get in. She sends them away; she notices Harry a few vehicles over putting a bag away when she reaches her car.

Something comes over her because the next thing she knows, she's calling his name and standing next to him.

"Hiya, love. Doing alright?"

Y/N tucks her hair behind her ear and nods, "Yes, all good. That was an exciting game."

"Good to hear."

"You doing anything now?" She asks, peeking over her shoulder, seeing Kate has her eye on her, but she just rolls her eyes before looking back at Harry.

"Going home, my munchkin left me."

"Well, there's a great Mexican restaurant here if you'd like to join me for lunch."

Harry smirks, "Asking me on another date, are you?"

"I have to when I know you're still a bit nervous about making a move," she confesses bashfully.

Harry's not surprised she can so easily read him; all the walls he had left are gone.

"Then I'd be honored."

"Great, uh good. Just follow me then."

Arriving, they were seated quickly. A plate of chips and salsa were delivered shortly, Harry asked for guacamole. Y/N didn't argue, knowing for many people that was one of their favorite dips. Personally, she wasn't a fan. She didn't like the texture. Most people were shocked at the revelation, and no doubt Harry would as well.

"What's good here, love?" Harry says, leaning into her side to peek at her menu instead of opening his.

"Hmmm...honestly everything. I always get something different when I come, but you can never go wrong with tacos."

"Alright, you want to share?"

Y/N shrugs, "We can. I'm not picky, but I am starving."

"Have some guacamole; you haven't gotten any."

"No thanks, I'm not a fan."

"You serious?"

"Yes, Harry."

"That's strange."

"What is?" She sets the menu down to look over at him.

"I mean, it's fine. At least you'll never buy avocado toast for like six dollars." He chuckles, and Y/N can't help but join in.

Their waiter comes over, "Estan listos para ordenar?"

Y/N nods, "Hola, si. Dos tacos de asada, y dos de al pastor. Por favor."

Harry is staring intently at his menu, not speaking a word as they wait for his order. "You alright, darling?"

He leans close to whisper in her ear, not able to focus on the term of endearment, "Can you order for me?"

She doesn't tease him, just smiles, "Y una orden de enchiladas rojas."

Their waiter smiles and walks away, promising to be back shortly.

"Have we discussed you speaking a second language?"

"I thought we had." She brushes it off like it's no big deal.

"I don't think so."

"Okay, I took YMCA classes from age seven and did so all the way until college. Even have a minor in Spanish."

"Impressive."

"Sorry if you felt uncomfortable. They speak English as well but primarily speak Spanish."

Harry shakes his head, not wanting her to feel bad, "No, I was just caught by surprise. Hearing you speak Spanish was a turn-on."

"I'll keep that in mind." She winks at him, glad to see the blush spread on his cheeks.

Lunch went great, just as she had expected. They shared food, Y/N enjoying Harry's enchiladas much more than the tacos. Harry happily ate the three tacos she left after eating most of his plate, not that he minded. Y/N appreciated how open he was in sharing food. She had always done it growing up, so Harry allowing her to do the same made her find more profound comfort in their already growing relationship.

Harry beat her to the bill, and she let him take it not without letting him know she'd get it the next time. They stood outside together, allowing the nice breeze to brush over then neither one was eager to say goodbye. They knew they would see each other soon, but with the growing affection, they just craved more time together, more time getting to know each other.

Harry had her pressed against her car door, hidden from the view of others. "We should do this again."

"We should," she agrees.

"My house Thursday night, Josie is going out with Sarah and Mitch to watch a movie, most likely do a sleepover as well."

"I'd like that. We'll see if you can maybe have a sleepover yourself."

Harry smirks, liking the idea of her spending the night with him, not caring that they both had work the following day.

"Are you going to kiss me?"

"I want to."

"You have my full permission," she teases.

Y/N met him halfway and pressed, letting him press his lips against hers. As she kissed him back, she wanted him to feel how much she liked him, how fast she was falling for him. His hands wrapped around her waist tight; it gave her comfort. She knew he wouldn't let go until she asked.

She felt her beat just a little fast as she left out a soft moan; she shifted closer as his mouth opened over hers and his tongue slid between her lips.

He was in control of her. She did not mind one bit.

With a sigh, she tilted her so he could kiss her more deeply; he didn't need any encouragement to do as she wished. His kiss became more intense, she could feel the burn between her thighs, wanting more, needing more, and that's when she knew she had to pull back, but he beat her to it.

Harry pulls back, staying close enough that he could steal another kiss, "God, I can't get enough of you."

He surprised her, how open he became with her feelings, she hadn't asked how his therapy was going, but god, it must have been doing wonders if she could feel every emotion that was going through him as she gazed into his loving emerald eyes.

"I'll see you soon, darling." Harry took that as his cue to let his hold of her go.

"Not soon enough," he whispers.

"You'll see me Monday," she reminds him.

"Can I steal a kiss then?"

"If you're lucky."

Y/N knew it wouldn't be long until she could say she was in love with Harry.

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Harry never thought he'd be the type of guy to be excited over a simple call or text reading: 'I'm thinking of you." She's made him feel good and confident in their relationship. He sent flowers to her work that led to her sending him a selfie with her face buried in the flowers.

At practice, he knew she couldn't pay attention to him, but that didn't mean he couldn't. He saw how fast she moved with the ball showing the girls a new drill, then doing it again slowed down, making sure they all understood. He admired how she never got frustrated. He knew how hard it was to handle one eight-year-old, but sixteen was impressive. He'd sit there for hours just admiring her if he could.

On Tuesday, he called Alycia, the receptionist at Y/N's office, asking for her lunch schedule, wanting to drop by and leave her lunch. She let him know she was taking it later that day at 2 since she was so busy. He decided that a BLT sandwich from two blocks away would do as she had once expressed to him how well done they were, promising to take him one day.

He walked in, noting how few people were in the waiting room, but eagerly stepped up to the counter. Alycia greeted him kindly, now seeing him more than once when he took Josie to her first session. Josie showed improvement, and each time he brought her, he made sure to leave a note behind for Y/N.

As he told Alycia to give you the food, there Y/N came walking down the hall. He was surprised at how casual, yet professional her look was; she had a silky oversized button shirt tucked into her linen pants, wearing her brown loafers he knew she didn't use often.

"Alycia, can you update this- Harry!" Y/N looks shocked to see him standing in front of her, not at all expecting to see him; she just planned on calling him later at night like they had been doing the past few days.

"Hi, love. Brought you lunch." He smiled sheepishly, holding up the bag.

She laughs, handing over the file to Alycia then stepping towards Harry to wrap him in a hug she has been wanting to do since she laid eyes on him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tight against him, taking in her sweet honey scent. Before pulling back, remembering, after all, she was at work.

"I'm starving, thank you, darling. I was about to head out." Y/N rubs her stomach jokingly.

"Well, I'll leave you to it. See you tomorrow."

Y/N pouts, "You're not staying?"

"Well, I didn't want to assume."

"Assume, please." She laughs at the smile she gets Harry to give her.

They excuse themselves from Alycia and walk towards her office. They take a seat on her couch as Harry hands her the sandwich. They ate together, and for the forty-five minutes they had together, it was perfect; they shared stories of how their week was going at how Josie was anxious for the game and just promising to see each other soon. Harry got a kiss goodbye and was glad he would be seeing her the following day.

It's Thursday night, and Harry will finally get her for more than half an hour. Josie left a few hours ago to watch the movie with Sarah and Mitch, her sleepover bag on her shoulder not at all a surprise for Harry. He glanced around his house and knew it wasn't the cleanest. Josie always had some stuff scattered around the house, but he knew it just gave the house character.

"Hey, I'm outside," Y/N tells him on the phone before hanging up.

He rushes to the door, swinging it open to see her shut the door with her hip before making her way to him, a grin on her face as she carries a pink box in one hand and what he assumes to be food in another.

"You said you don't always like having to cook, and I know you said you love Thai." She giggles as he reaches to take the bag out of her hand, letting the smell take over.

"This is sweet, love. I appreciate it."

"Well, of course," she shrugs off his compliment. "I wanted to do something nice."

"I feel like I should be the one doing sweet things for you," he confesses as he guides her to his kitchen.

Y/N frowns, "Darling, we can move past that."

"Can we?"

"Of course, I feel like we've grown in the last few weeks. There's a different type of trust, don't you think?" She turns to face him, knowing the conversation was serious.

"Do you know how sorry I am?"

She nods, slowly stepping towards him, stopping right in front of him. She lifts her hand under his chin to have him look at her. "I do, and I forgive you. Sometimes we let our emotions win."

"I hope you know I'd never do that again." His voice is soft.

"I know."

She leans in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips.

"Dinner?" She beams.

"Yes, of course."

The meal is good, probably one of the best foods he's had in a long time. She didn't pick this up from his usual place but wouldn't tell him where she went. Told him she needed to keep some things to herself to keep surprising him. Harry finished most of the meal and then opened the pink box she left on the table that held a mixture of donut holes.

"You've still got room," she exclaims.

"They smell so good." He defends. Y/N laughs but rejects the offer to have one.

After cleaning up, he leads them to the living room, deciding to watch a movie. The scroll endlessly for a few minutes before settling on Life As We Know It. Harry shared that it was one he enjoyed watching back, and she agreed.

They had only gotten thirty minutes in before they began chatting. Y/N went on about how she was planning a trip to take two up north wanting to visit June Lake and hike some trails. Y/N's sister was going to see Xavier's family in San Diego, so they couldn't go up with her. Harry, without thinking, said if she'd have them, they could go. She didn't respond, making him assume she didn't want them to join, but she surprised him by hugging him.

"Best idea you've had tonight. I'll make all the reservations. Just let me know when you're free." She told him before settling back down next to him, her hand on his thigh going back to the movie. She was grinning at the montage of Holly and Eric and how they were learning how to co-parent Sophie. Harry had not taken his eyes off of her; she laughed as Sophie pooped in Eric's old hat.

"You're staring." She narrows her eyes at him, suspicious.

"It's because you're beautiful."

"Thank you," she answers timidly. "Very sweet of you."

"Of course, I'm going to spend the rest of my life telling you how beautiful you are if you let me."

"God, you're smooth."

Harry smirks, "Smooth enough for a kiss."

She didn't answer him; she wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him forward so that he could meet her halfway, and pressed her lips against his. Harry was quick to take control, slipping his hands around her waist and placing her on his lap, "this okay," he asked, quickly pulling back making sure she said yes. Once he had a go-ahead, he went back to her lips; she shifted closer, now touching chest to chest, not a single space in between as his tongue slipped into her mouth, prideful of the moan she released against his mouth.

Harry smoothed his hands from down her waist to rest on her ass, then cupped her and held her to him as he thrust against her. He pulled back for a second fearful he went too far; Y/N frowned, slowly opening her eyes whispering "again" against his lips, and who was he to deny her.

She could feel his hesitation, slid her hands up, and cupped his jaw, "You're okay, we're okay. You're taking care of me. I want this."

Harry swallowed hard, noting she never stopped rocking herself on top of him. His mouth curved in a slight grin, pushing up to meet her, he felt her go soft in his arms, and that's when he really realized the effect he has on her.

He needed her lips on him, it had only been a few moments, but he was craving her. He laid a string of kisses up her neck until he reached her mouth, lips swollen, but he knew she was eager for more.

"Harry, please." She had a hand tangled in his curls, needing to close the distance.

"I got you, love."

He tilted her head, allowing him to kiss her deeply, the kiss only more intense than before. If he didn't need to breathe, he would kiss her forever, never stopping.

"So pretty, all those moans just for me,"

"All for you," she breathes out.

Harry smirked, moving her up and down over his pants at a steady rhythm, but she was fighting for control.

"Harry."

"It's alright, love, let yourself go. Show me how pretty you look when you come."

Y/N was so close, tensed her thighs around him about to reach her release when they heard a phone ringing, halting their movements. Harry groans, pressing one more lingering kiss to her puckered lips, before reaching over to the side table to his right for his phone, "not me."

She holds back a whine, getting up for her phone inside her jacket. "Whoever it is, don't answer," he half-jokes.

Y/N giggles and looks at the caller as she swipes right to answer, "it's my niece."

Harry watches as she nods, telling her to relax and that she'd be right over.

"Has our night been cut short?"

"It has. Juliet got in an argument with her dad and is now threatening to move out."

"What," he laughs, standing up as he watches her shrug her jacket on.

"Yeah, to the backyard or with me."

"She really made you a mediator."

Y/N laughs, shrugging.

As Harry is walking her to the car, he can't believe how the night turned or would have. "You know I thought it would have been my child who interrupted us."

"Well, your daughter is an angel next to Juliet."

"You really think so,"

"I know so."

"You make it so easy to fall for you," he confesses, wrapping her in a hug before she leaves him for the night.

"Harry."

"What, I mean it."

She leans up to kiss his cheek, "I'm sorry we didn't get to finish."

"Me too."

"I hope you know once I'm in bed tonight, I'll be thinking of you."

"That's not fair."

"Why not?"

"Because I want to be the one taking care of you, making a mess of you."

"We'll get there," she promises.

Harry leans in and kisses her; it's short and sweet.

"Night, Harry. See you Saturday."

"See you then. Goodnight, love."

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It's bittersweet honestly, it's the final game of the season. The girls have worked very hard to get where they are now: at the championship game. After this game, win or lose, they'll have a month off. No one will call her asking for an extra jersey, asking her for a ride, or texting her what time the game was, even with them owning the schedule. They'd all get a break until mid-September.

Harry and Josie were the first to arrive, while Kate and Y/N were setting up the warm-up drill.

"Loverboy is here." Kate teases as they walk to the bench.

"Stop." Y/N looks over at them, seeing them heading this way. "Styles family, good to see you."

"Hiya, Coach."

"Hello, Jo. You're going to go get ready?" Y/N says, looking down at the girl's black crocs with Avengers pins.

"Yup," she skips away, sitting on the grass next to Kate, who's pumping air in a few balls.

"Harry, hi."

"No darling," he teases."

She narrows her eyes at him, "I'll have you sit with the other parents if you keep teasing."

Harry looks appalled; she'd suggest such a thing, "Now that hurts."

"You know I thought you'd be sweeter, especially about that wonderful night we had Thursday."

A smile tugs up Harry's face at the memories, "My apologies, didn't want to upset my girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?" Y/n doesn't hide her surprise.

"Yeah, uh, we've gone out enough. I like you, and I'm going out on a limb here that you like me," she nods, allowing him to continue. "You're marvelous and love, Josie; god, you even gave her a nickname. I want this; I really want to hold your hand and keep going on dates with you and kiss you. I never want to stop.

She smiles, stepping into his embrace, "I'll be your girlfriend, boyfriend."

"Enough to risk a kiss?"

She doesn't reply; instead, she leans in, giving him a chaste kiss.

"Now go be a good parent and take a seat."

Harry does so. The smile on his face mirrors her own.

The game passed in a blur; the four quarters finished quickly. Y/N had thought they lost to the other team carrying a two-one win over them. The girls didn't look defeated, but each girl she subbed came out with a sigh but cheered as the minutes counted down.

Everyone hated losing, including herself.

Then out of nowhere, Priscilla, a usually shy player, gets a touch on the ball and sends it towards the goal. The goalie lets it slip under her, and what do you know they scored. The cheers seem endless; Y/N isn't bothered with the time, knowing there isn't much left in the final quarter.

This gives the girls a new motivation like a spark has been lit. It's a game of keep-away, Blue Devils not giving up easily. Abby gets the ball at her feet, and she freezes; the goalie is running right towards her, the defense kept away by the others; it's not until someone shouts, "Shoot!" that the young girl lifts her left foot shooting it through the goalies' legs and hitting the back of the next. Then just like that, the referees blow the whistle and call the game.

The Golden Sparks had won the championship. Y/N felt the tears in her eyes, thankful for the sunglasses hiding her overflowing emotions.

Y/N laughs as she feels Kate hug her and begin jumping up and down.

"We did it!!"

"They did it!"

Y/N is swept through the motions as she shakes hands with the coaches and claps the opposing team's hands. It's not until Juliet runs towards her with full force, knocking her onto the grass, wrapping her arms around her waist, that she's brought back to the moment. Then before she knows it, there are fifteen more girls joining in on the group hug. She's not sure when Kate was dragged into it, but she feels their joy.

They have a lifetime of wins and losses coming ahead in their young lives, but she's happy to be part of one that brings them so much happiness.

The young girls help her get up before hurrying over to their waiting parents. Juliet is being smothered in kisses by her parents. Josie is passed around by Harry's friends and her godparents, congratulating her on the win. Each girl showing off their small first place trophies, indeed to be displayed for all to see somewhere in their home.

Y/N has waved almost everyone off, telling them she would see them for pizza and drinks at their usual location. She took one look around the emptying field and felt she did well this season, but there was also room for her to grow as a coach.

"Looks like you're a champion, love."

Y/N turns around to find Harry smiling at her, Josie a few feet behind, waving to a couple with a baby. "Think she's the champ; she played the game. You did wonderful out there, Jo." She grins as Jo looks at her proudly.

"I still think you should be congratulated; you led these girls. Taught them and helped them grow into becoming better little humans." he shares, grabbing her hand pulling her into his chest.

"Well, thank you." Y/N looks down at Josie, who's crouched down trying to pick up what's likely to be a worm, "Ready for some pizza, Jo?"

Josie nods, not looking up too entranced on the creature in her hands now.

"Can I give you a gift, you know for uh...winning?"

"Course, I like presents." She grins at him, eager for what it could be.

His fingers curled into her nape and pulled her head into his as he kissed her softly. She felt his full lips move over hers; she felt how much he felt for her. As Harry brought their kiss to an end, he pulled back and looked into Y/N's eyes. "Was it a good gift?"

"The best," she answers before they are interrupted by a giggling Josie, who is staring up at them.

"Does this mean you're together?" Jo asks.

Y/N and Harry share a look before looking back at Josie, who's patiently waiting, "yes."

"Oh my! Dreams come true!" She shouts, running circles around them.

"Isn't meeting dad's girlfriend too soon a bad thing?" Y/N asks Harry.

"Not when you know you're never letting go."

"Oh, I like the sound of that." She lets pull her towards him, his arm resting comfortably over her shoulder.

"Plus, you're meeting all my friends at the pizza place, they all came to cheer on Josie, and you did say everyone was invited."

"I might just regret saying that."

"It'll be fine. Not a chance you don't win them all over."

Y/N brings them to a halt, Harry smiling down at her. This is happiness; she never wants to forget it. Harry leans in, letting their mouths meet in a kiss, soft and passionate as they both spill their feelings for another, hoping that with each passing second, the emotions only get stronger and stronger.

Harry pulls back, resting his forehead against hers, "I don't know what the future will bring, but I'm glad we'll be able to see it together."

Josie walks a few steps in front of them, leading the conversation. Harry and Y/N listen intently, holding each other tightly because this is what their future will consist of; more soccer games, more smiles, more laughs but most importantly, more love.

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