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rreyie · 4 years

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𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙙 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨- 𝙖𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: after three years of not seeing eren due to his buisness in marley, you reunite with him only to find he isn’t the same person anymore, but the one thing that hasn’t changed is his desire for you.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: smut! hair pulling, spanking, hate (?) sex, eren being an asshole, MAJOR season four/manga spoilers, vaginal, orgasm denial, overstimulation, fingering, oral (male receiving), f! anatomy reader, dom! eren, sub! reader

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: smut/ nsfw

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨: eren yeager, reader insert

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: i really struggled with what to name this, but i still think it turned out fine. this may be the dirtiest thing i’ve written so far but anyways, eren stans come get y’all juice

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it had been three whole years since you had last seen eren. as much as you missed those emerald green eyes giving you a playful glare from across the room, you certainly did not miss his careless demeanor.

it had happened after the girl shot sasha, your best friend. as you laid there sobbing on the floor, all eren did was laugh. no comfort. no “i’m sorry.” just a half hearted chuckle from that asshole of a man.

as you put her body in a different room, you walked out of the dimly lit airship to see eren sitting on some sort of box. through that mane of chocolate brown hair, you saw those emerald eyes again, only this time, they weren’t as youthful as they once were. they were tired. drained. dull. you didn’t know how else to describe that look.

“whatcha starin at?” he asked. his voice was barely audible.

your cheeks still red and eyes puffy from crying, you sniffle and manage to speak some words. “i’m looking at the jackass who was laughing at my best friend dead on the floor.”

eren chuckles. “i see nothings changed over the last three years, huh?”

you look away from him. you couldn’t bare to look eyes with him, especially now. he touches your arm. “come on now, look at me. i missed you.”

you swat his arm away. “shut the fuck up. why did you laugh? in a time that i needed you most you just sat there and laughed?”

eren laughs again. “haven’t you forgot, dear? i can see everything. i knew sasha was going to die before it happened.” you couldn’t stand his shit anymore. you jerk your body to face him, and raise your arm, looking directly into his eyes. you throw a punch at him, aiming directly for his skull, but his calloused hand stops you, making you look weak.

“heh, let’s not get too hasty here, dear-“

“quit calling me that damned nickname!” you shout at him. “i can’t talk to you right now. i’m going to bed.” his arm releases it’s grip on yours, and you angrily storm off into your resting place in the airship.

another few days passed, and you were coming back from the memorial service held for sasha. as you took off your army great coat, darker spots staining it from the rain pattering outside, a figure towers over you.

you look up and make contact with the entity, now figuring out that it was no other than yours truly, eren.

“well, want to talk now?” he asks. his voice was monotone, like nothing happened at all. you throw your coat onto a nearby chair, and storm upstairs to your room.

you eneter the room, which was pitch black, your tear-ridden eyes not processing anything you see. only a blurry mess of shadows and highlights. you throw yourself onto your bed and curl into a fetal position.

you wanted to throw up. first your best friend dies, and then your relationship was going down the drain... on top of that a world war was happening right before your very eyes.

a cold hand is pressed onto your back. you jolt at the contact, and see erens face looking down at you. you hadn’t taken the time to notice that he had cleaned up nicely, hair in a bun and cleanly shaved.

as your head tilts upwards, he presses his lips to yours, the unfamiliar sensation making your lips tingle. you let out a small moan and feel erens mouth curl upwards.

“well, i can tell even if you didn’t miss me, you sure missed my cock.” eren says. this statement caught you off guard, and your cheeks flushed red. eren snickered, and continued to kiss you. eren inserted his slick tongue into your mouth, pushing and pulling your tongue in all different directions, mixing your saliva with his.

erens hand moved south, his finger just grazing upon your clothed womanhood. though your area was covered, you could still feel the friction of his finger and the fabric. he began to slide his hand inside the flimsy waistband of your pants and cupped your delicate womanhood.

letting out a soft moan at the contact, he began to grope and squeeze you in all the right places, and ran his index finger along your wet folds, already soaked with your slick.

“wet for me already, ain’t’cha princess?” he growls into your ear, warm breath sliding upon the exposed flesh of your neck. he moves his lips to your neck, and begins to gently suck, eager to mark you, similar to how an animal marked its territory. the gentle suction made you like putty in his arms, and you leaned into his chest. his heartbeat was beating right into your ear, giving you a sense of security.

unexpectedly, a finger slips into your walls. an “a-ah~” elicits through your lips. you shifted your hips to desperately try and feel full, even though only one narrow finger was inside you.

“only good girls get two fingers”, eren says. “are you gonna be a good girl for me? hm?” eren pushes his finger inside you more, hitting the plush sweet spot that was nestled inside you. you let out a pathetic little whimper as eren stretched you a little further.

“y-yes...” you stammer. eren began to pump his two fingers into your tight hole, as he felt his own arousal course through his veins, the fiery sensation talking over him and pulsating though him, going straight to his dick.

your thighs began to tremble as you were about to feel your orgasm, but then, right when you were on the cusp of reaching bliss, he carefully but slowly took his fingers out, his coated in your juices. he sneered at you, as your let out another whimper.

“h-hey...” you say, barely able to make words after your spoiled orgasm. “what w-was that for?”

“because you’ve been fucking around with me all week”, he responds, starting to unbuckle his leather belt. “all i’ve wanted this whole week was for your pretty little pussy to bounce on my cock, but you’ve been so stubborn that you wouldn’t even look my way. this is my payback. i’m going to absolutely fuck your brains out tonight.”

your spine shivered at the thought of you being here all night being used as erens own personal pocket pussy. you didn’t want to know how many rounds you were in for tonight, since eren never stops until he’s tired.

before you knew it, erens belt was off, and you were sitting on the bed watching him did himself of his shirt. his perfectly toned abs were semi-visible in the moonlight, the ripples of skin or bones creating a masterpiece. his hair was nearly free of the bun at this point, but you wouldn’t dare notify him of this.

eren folds the belt and gives it a little whack upon the bed, giving a crack.

“strip”, he commands. “now.”

you obey his words, and pull of your shirt without hesitation, followed by your cargo pants, leaving you in your bra and panties only.

erens gaze turns predatory as if he was a lion and you were the antelope. he flips you over almost effortlessly, and grabs your ass.

“dear god, i missed this...” he groans. “your ass is gonna be all red after i’m done with you.”

you clench your eyes, bracing for impact. you knew exactly how this was going to go down. eren cracks the belt down onto your left ass cheek, and you yelped at the impact. he did it again, the pain soon quickly melting into pleasure with each snap.

sure, eren could be a bit rough in the bedroom sometimes- no, scratch that. he could be super rough. but he always knew where the line was to be drawn. or at least he used to know. you only knew that this man had been deprived of sex for the time he was in marley, so he was likely craving some sort of intimacy. and now that he had you, he wasn’t going soft this time.

as soon as the last crack of the belt had ceased, he threw the belt down and kneeled over you.

“suck me off”, he demanded.

you flipped yourself over this time, and got level with erens member. erens black boxers had a throbbing bulge in the center. as you pulled his boxers down, his cock immediately sprang up, and slapped against his stomach.

boy, eren always had a nice dick. it was pale, but a vein ran through the side, and connected to the red tip of it. he hasn’t shaved down there in a while, so the seemingly primal hair that laid at his base was expected.

you grasped his cock that was eagerly waiting for attention, and moved your tongue along the shaft, placing kitty licks on the tip. you felt eren twitching under your touch. you wanted to tease him to compensate for your lost orgasm, to feel him writhe and beg to cum.

eren grew impatient with the kitty licks and tongue work that he grabbed a fistful of your hair and jammed your mouth onto him. you gagged at the sudden movement, the tip touching the back of your throat. he moved your head back and forth, using your spit to guide you along.

you took in his whole length. it was painful, but totally worth it to see his expression on his face. cupping his balls, you played with them, moving around the sensitive skin with your hands.

“i-m gonna c-cum...” eren warns you. you try and pull off so he wouldn’t make you choke. eren resists, only pulling you closer. his cock spasms, and releases a load of cum into your mouth. you were nearly choking on cock, the salty taste reaching every corner in your mouth.

you swallow it all. eren pulls out his cock, still hard even though he just came. he takes hold of your shoulders and pins you down on your bed.

“don’t worry princess, i’ll compensate for that lost orgasm this time.” he said, an evil smirk on his face. yup. you were in for it.

he quickly takes your bra and panties off before starting, and takes note of the giant spot of arousal in the bottom of your panties before he slides them off. he unclasps your bra and gives your breasts a quick little squeeze before pumping his cock a few times and lining it up at your entrance.

“p-please, be gentle...” you whisper.

eren laughs. “not a chance.”

he thrusts into you, his whole length unexpectedly filling you to the brim. letting out a groan, he thrusts into you again. it felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. you grip the sheets beside you.

“i missed the feeling of your little pussy...” eren growls. he continues to thrust, smashing his hips into yours as he fucked you with no mercy at all.

lewd sounds of skin slapping a guttural wet sounds filled the room as you squirmed beneath him, moving your hips so he could get a good angle. his dick begins to touch on your sweet spot, hitting it repeatedly. the pressure on your spongy seeet spot was enough to make a loud moan escape from your mouth.

“m-more!” you yelp. eren heeds your command as you felt his balls slapping against your ass ruthlessly. “oh god, please, eren! please!” erens pace quickens a little bit more as you feel the burning sensation of your orgasm about to take over. you cum right on his dick, the creamy liquid spilling out of you and coating him so he could glide into you with ease. eren still has a bit to go, and while making an effort to cum, he only thrusts harder, causing you to cum yet again, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“ngh- oh fuck...” eren stammers, as he bottoms out into you, shooting thick ropes of cum into your hole.

you lay there panting, eyes almost shutting. but eren isn’t anywhere near done yet. his dick gardens yet again, and he continues to thrust.

“e-eren... please no more...” you gasp, trying to contain yourself as eren slammed into you again and again.

“no”, he says raspily. “you’ve been teasing me all fuckin’ week. you need to be punished for this.” his tip kisses your cervix, causing you to grimace. “turn over.”

you tried to move, but your legs were like jelly, unable to move after all the previous sensations you were feeling.

“dumb slut. let me help you.” eren places you on your tummy and re-aligns himself at your entrance, and jams his throbbing dick into you. your ribbed walls were clenching around him tightly, which only made him encouraged and want to go harder, deeper, if that was even possible.

your vision turned foggy upon your third orgasm, toes curling and all.

“ngh- aah!~” you whimper, feeling numb and helpless. something about eren using you as his own personal fuck toy made you seem to cum a little bit quicker than the last times you’ve had sex. maybe it was the control he had over you, the domination.

“oh, did my little whore cum for me again?” eren groans. “louder. i want this entire hallway to know exactly what we are doing in here. let them know how good i’m fucking you.”

eren gives a tug at your hair, making your head turn around and look him directly in the eye. he had a wicked sneer painted across his face. he purposely hits your sweet spot again, making a string of high pitched moans and whimpers fill the room, maybe even the whole hallway as eren instructed you to do.

your noises were the final straw that eren had. he quickly pulled out and flipped you over before jacking himself a few more times, and letting his cum splatter across your face and chest. your vision was so foggy at this point that everything was just a big cloud of white. as you regain your vision, you see eren laying over you, his brown hair messy and eyes filled with love.

“you’re not gonna just leave me like the others, right?” he questions you as he kisses your naked collarbone. you’re completely out of breath at this point, and all you can do is nod.

“good.” he grabs a towel that was sitting on your nightstand. “i hope you never leave me, to be honest.” he cleans up his release combined with sweat that was puddled on your body.

“n-never.” you stammer.

#aot hcs #aot headcanons #aot smut #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin #snk headcanons #snk smut #eren jeager #eren jaeger #eren yeager #aot eren #snk eren

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shadowdianne · 3 years

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Welp

The day after tomorrow is my second dose and guess what this means: Yup, parents here I come to see you again *sigh* I know that spouting things about my parents online is a little bit like stating "I was a difficult teenager!" [I truly wasn't xd] or "you are 26, Dianne, how is that you cannot do it in some other way? Can't you, like stay at a friend's or at a motel or something?"

Well, nope to a) Because my friends have long ago abandoned the place and the only one I still have there cannot offer me a place to stay at the moment and nope tu b) because my hometown is not precisely the biggest city ever and between that and covid getting a room or even a bed at a motel is both a risky business and not feasible with the hours I'm there. So it's about returning back to my childhood home. And hey, we all get our traumas looked into them but that doesn't mean that being with my parents for a few hours is going to make me feel any better. Their manipulation techniques are still a thing and there's a reason why, aside from this I haven't set foot there in over four years. The only reason I keep being in touch is my brother. And that's going to change since he is going to be studying at a different place coming this september. Point is: anxiety ridden dianne for the next two days and depression is going to say hi in three days until I get the flare in check. Will see a lot of reblogs from me during those days because I'll probably revert back to my 16/17 coping ways for a little while given that in my hometown there's very little I can do and I'm already hating that whiplash but, oh, well.

Note to self: Manage to get an appointment to get my census status fixed asap.

#will be preparing my backpack #since I've done the procastination #bro #coming to see ya #if you are in your acc which who knows

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atlafan · 4 years

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My Everything - Part Eighteen

A Take it Slow Sequel

What happens with Harry and Y/N after he proposes? How will the two navigate the engaged life while also continuing to juggle their jobs, friends, and families? Let’s find out.

Warnings: fluff, smut, angst. TW: mentions of past abuse!

Words: 9K

a/n: So, the courtroom stuff is literally like an SVU episode, it’s probably not very accurate. I just wrote what I wanted to happen. If you know more about how courtrooms and prosecutions work, I apologize

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“Oh, fuck.”

You were trying to stifle your moans. You and Harry were simply spooning early in the morning, when you innocently adjusted against him. He pressed up against you harder and things just sort of escalated from there. He was fucking you from behind while still in the spooning position. His fingers were rubbing circles into your clit and you had your arm hooked around his head so you could tug at his hair.

You got cleared to have sex a couple of weeks ago, but you hadn’t done anything since Anne had stayed with you to help out. You and Harry had agreed on condoms, not that you were using one now. You didn’t care right this second, it just felt so good.

“Y/N.” Harry groans in the back of your neck.

“I’m so close, don’t stop.” You pant.

You arch back into him as you feel your release coming. Once he knows you’ve ridden it out, he pulls out and pushes you fully onto your stomach. You gasp when you feel his come shoot onto your back and ass. You feel him get off the bed. You look over to the bathroom where he’s going into to grab a rag. He comes back to wipe you clean, even between your folds. Harry leans down and kisses your cheek before bringing the rag back to the bathroom. He gets back on the bed and pulls you to his chest.

“That was incredible.” You breathe. You drape and arm and a leg over him and hold him tight.

“Much needed, that’s for sure.”

“We need to buy some condoms.”

“I got some, I just didn’t wanna kill the vibe by stopping to reach for one.” He chuckles and you look up at him.

“You sound like a teenager.” You laugh. “Although, it was nice to just feel you. Maybe I should just suck it up and get an IUD.” You sigh.

“You don’t need to decide right now.” He kisses your hairline. “I’m really glad Jack’s been staying in his bed, it was nice not being interrupted for a change. As much as I like when he comes in to cuddle, don’t get me wrong.”

“You know what he told me last night? I’m a big boy, Mumma, I’m three now.” You giggle. “He’s been three for three weeks, now he thinks he’s so grown.”

“You know what’s cool? He can form, like, real sentences. Like, I can have a real conversation with him now.”

“It’s great. He’s got a nice personality.”

“Well, he should, we both have great personalities.” He scoffs.

You loved this. Harry could have pillow talk with you and not have to leave for work. You were dreading when he’d start half days at the end of the month. You were being spoiled. He stretches out and groans.

“Alright, I’m gonna get up and make sure the pool’s good to go. You wanna get Jack started?”

“No, I wanna stay snuggled up with you.” You bury your head in his chest.

He rolls you both over so you’re pinned down underneath him. It looks like he’s about to say something, but you hear Jessica cry over the baby monitor. You both sigh heavily.

“Okay, let’s start the day.” You say.

You both put swim suits on and do your morning routines before going to check on the kids. Harry slips downstairs to get the pool ready. You go into Jessica’s room first.

“Good morning, angel.” You coo. “I know, you’re hungry. Don’t worry, after I change you I’m gonna get you your bubby.”

“Mumma?” Jack comes into the room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Good morning, my love.” You get Jessica on the changing table and undress her. “Could you go put on your swim trunks for me? And then I’ll help you get washed up.”

“We’re going swimming?!” He perks up.

“That’s right. Daddy’s getting the pool all cleaned up as we speak. Of course we’ll need to eat breakfast first and make sure we go potty before we go in.” You look at him. “I don’t want another poopy emergency.”

“Okay!”

He runs back into his room to get changed. You get Jessica in a little onesie and make sure to get plenty of sunscreen on her. You strap her to your chest to so you can walk around easier. You find a little bucket hat to put over her head too. You help Jack brush his teeth and get sunscreen on him as well. When you get downstairs, Harry hands you a bubby for Jessica, and gets Jack a bowl of cereal.

“Is the pool all clean, Daddy?”

“You bet! Nice and warm out there today too.”

“Mumma, you’re gonna swim?”

“I’m going to sit in my pool float with the baby for a bit.”

“You never swim.” He pouts.

“Mummy’s don’t like to swim, Jack. The water’s too cold for ‘em.” Harry smirks at you and you glare at him.

“That’s a dumb stereotype. I swim when we go to the beach.”

“When was the last time we even went?”

“No idea…isn’t that sad?” You think for a moment. “Why don’t we go this weekend? We could see what Sarah and Niall are doing.”

“Won’t it be a lot to bring the baby?”

“Not really.” You shrug. “We have one of those little tents, we’ll keep her in the shade. Jack, would you like to go to the beach this weekend?”

“Yes! We can make a sandcastle!”

“That’s right!”

After waiting for Jack to use the bathroom, you all head outside to the pool. Harry goes in with Jack at first and plays with the various pool toys they had gotten. You get onto your float with Jessica and cradle her to your chest.

“Mumma, look! I can swim to the bottom!” You watch as he dives under the water and then shoots back up. “Did you see?!”

“I did, well done!” You smile.

“Daddy, will you throw me up?”

“Yup.”

“Harry, if you splash me, I swear to god…”

“Cover her head then, he makes a pretty big splash, babe.”

Harry picks Jack up and throws him in the air. He tucks his knees in to almost do a cannon ball when he comes back down. He makes a decent splash, but you manage to keep Jessica dry.

“Again, again!”

“Only once more, I don’t want you getting dizzy.” Harry laughs, and throws him in the air again.

Jessica starts crying a little while later so you take her inside to change and feed her. She fell right back asleep once she burped. You set her up in her stroller outside in the shade. You didn’t need to hold onto her every two seconds, after all.

“Mumma, can Buster come in the pool?”

You look down at your dog, and see he’s perfectly content sitting next to the stroller.

“No, honey, he’s a little too big for this kind of pool. He can really only swim at Uncle Niall and Auntie Sarah’s.”

You climb back into the water and dive in. It felt good to really swim again. You come back up and shake your hair out.

“Good thing I bought that chlorine shampoo.” You get the elastic out of your hair and dunk your head again.

“Yeah, we’ll have to scrub those curls out later, huh, Jack?” Harry says to him.

“No, I hate it!” He pouts.

“That’s a pretty strong word.” You pout back at him. “You could say you don’t like it instead.”

“I don’t like it.” You pick him up and swim him around with you, which makes him smile big. “This is fun, Mumma.” He snuggles close to you. You give his cheek lots of kisses.

“I think it might almost be nap time.” You whisper to Harry and he nods.

Jack falls asleep in your arms and you hand him over to Harry so he can take him out of the pool. You lay a towel down in the shade and make a little outdoor bed for Jack. Harry lays him down and you both smile.

“How cute is that?” He whispers.

“Too cute.” You whisper back. “And look at her, sound asleep.”

“Buster’s pooped too.” Harry chuckles. “Want me to get the grill going for lunch?”

“Great idea. I got us some vegan hot dogs and buns.”

“You’re the best. Do we have any actual hot dogs for him?”

“Mhm, they’re in the fridge.”

You and Harry didn’t feel the need to keep Jack on the same diet as you. When he gets older he can decide on if he wants to eat meat or not. Harry gets the grill going, and Jack wakes up right when everything’s done being made. You sit down with Jessica and feed her while Harry helps Jack with his hot dog.

“Let me burp her, I haven’t held her all day.”

“Alright.” You pass the baby to him.

“Hi, little girl.” He burps her and cradles her in his arms.

“Was that a good hot dog, Jack?” You ask your son.

“Yeah! Daddy’s a good cook.”

“He’s a very good cook.” You wink at Harry. “What about me?”

“I like when you cook too.” He gets up from his seat and crawls into your lap. “I like when you’re home with me, Mumma.”

“Me too, baby.”

“Oi, and what about Daddy?” Harry says, a little offended. “She’s home with you anyways.”

“I like when you’re home too, Daddy!” Jack giggles. “Can we take Buster for walk soon?”

“Sure, go inside and put a shirt and your sneakers on. I’ll help you tie them up.” You reach for your cover up and throw it on. “Come on, Buster.” You whistle at him. “Stay with her, we’ll be back.” You kiss his forehead and hers and, go inside.

After your walk, you return with a surprise.

“Daddy! Mumma let us get ice scream from the ice cream man, here!”

“She did?!” Harry was lounging in a chair, using a scrunchie to keep his hair off his face. Jessica was back in the stroller in the shade. “Thank you very much, Mummy.”

“You’re welcome, Daddy.” You sit down and grab another scrunchie to put Jack’s hair up. “There, now you won’t get your hair all sticky.”

“And I’ll look just like Daddy.” Jack smiles and licks his ice cream pop.

“You didn’t get anything for yourself?” Harry frowns.

“Nah.” You shrug. “Don’t need it.”

“Y/N.”

“It’s fine! I have some low fat treats for myself in the freezer.”

Harry rolls his eyes at you and you start chuckling.

“What?”

“Nothing, just, remember how mad you used to get when I would do that to you?”

“Haven’t you learned by now that everything’s okay when I do it?” He smirks.

“Mumma, can we swim again?”

“You have to wait a little bit. You just had all that ice cream after all.”

“Niall called while you were gone, by the way.”

“Did he?”

“Yeah, wants to know if we can get a sitter tonight to go out to eat with them. There’s a new seafood place they wanna try.”

“Do we need a sitter? Is it not kid friendly?”

“I asked the same thing.” He shrugs.

“I don’t know if I want a sitter with Jessica just yet…as much as I like ours…” You think for a moment. “I could call my mom.” You grab your phone. “I wouldn’t mind an adult night out.” You call your mom. “Hey, mum.”

“Hi honey! How’s the pool treating you?”

“It’s great! How would you like to come use it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well…Harry and I got invited out to dinner tonight. We thought you might like to come babysit. Or I could drive them out to you, whatever’s easier.”

“You know, I’m actually free tonight, I could come over there for a bit. It’ll be good for you to get out for a while.”

“Awesome! Could you be here around five?”

“Sure thing!”

“Thanks, love you!” You hang up and pick Jack up to look at you. “Guess who’s coming to visit later.”

“Who?”

“Mimi!”

“Yay! I love Mimi.”

You kiss his forehead and hold him close to you.

“Great, I’ll tell Niall we’re in.”

“Sex, and a night out! It feels like Christmas.” You giggle as you finish doing your makeup.

“I know! They even said they’d drive. Think they wanna get us drunk.”

He walks into the bathroom to talk with you. You were just getting some lipstick on. You had a beautiful red sundress on along with a sleek high ponytail. You looked gorgeous.

“Jesus, might need to have a quickie before we go.”

“You’re funny.” You smack your lips and boop his nose. “Come on, we need to get back downstairs. Mum probably thinks we’re fucking up here as it is.”

“It was cute watching her help put the kids to bed.”

You both walk downstairs just as Niall and Sarah pull up to the front door.

“Thanks again, mummy, we won’t be out too late.”

“Take your time. I brought my overnight bag, so I’m happy to stay if you kids wanna make it a late one.”

“Thanks!”

Harry hooks an arm around your waist and leads you outside. He opens the door for you and gets in on the other side.

“Hey guys.” You say, leaning to give Sarah and Niall each a kiss on the cheek. Harry does the same. “Thanks for inviting us out.”

“Of course! The school year is officially over! We’re celebrating.” Sarah says. “We’ve been dying to go to this place too.”

“It’s gotten really good reviews.” Niall says. “How are the babies?”

“Good, we had a pool day today. Jack got really excited because I actually swam.” You laugh.

About twenty minutes later, you get to the restaurant. It was nice for a seafood place, you were happy you were sort of dressed up. You’re sat at table for four. The tablecloth was a nice baby blue. Waters and a basket of bread are brought over to you to start with.

“How about a bottle of wine for the table, would that work for everyone?” Niall asks.

“Sure!” You say. “After all, we’re celebrating. Another year down, Sarah.”

“I know! I love this school so much. I started tenure this year too, it’s incredible.”

Niall orders a bottle of red wine for the table while you all look over the menu. Harry was being rather quiet, but he seemed fine. His hand was on your knee, nothing out of the ordinary.

“Harry, what are you thinking?”

“Maybe these broiled scallops? That sounded good.”

“Mm, I might do the same. I can’t remember the last time I had those.”

“Y/N, any news on the trial?” Niall asks.

“Next month…I have to go testify.” You sigh. “There’s so much going on. I guess they have a kid, so if he’s not convicted enough to go to prison, she’s at least fighting for full custody. My testimony along with the other women could help either way.”

“You’re so brave, Y/N…” Sarah says. “I don’t think I’d have the guts to go into a courtroom like that.”

“It won’t be easy, but it’ll be worth it for some justice.”

A waiter comes over with the wine and pours you all a glass. You all order your dishes and clink your glasses together. Harry’s hand was still on your knee.

“So, Harry, you’re home through the end of June?” Sarah asks.

“Through the first week of July, actually. Isaac and Mariah asked if we could close for the fourth.” He shrugs. “I was perfectly fine with it.”

“And everything’s still going well?”

“Yeah, it’s great. Usually businesses struggle within their first five years, but our numbers get better every year. We’re lucky.”

“I think it’s the location too. The convenience of that park across the street must make a difference.” Niall says.

“Plus we sell other things, so people can come in and buy pictures and frames as well. My social media lady helps a lot too.” He looks at you and winks. You kiss him on the cheek, leaving a nice lipstick mark behind.

“We were thinking of going to the beach Saturday, would you guys wanna join?” You ask Sarah and Niall.

“Sure!” Niall says. “That would be Jessica’s first time at the beach, wouldn’t it?”

“Mhm.” You smile. “We haven’t brought Jack in forever either, thought it might be nice.”

“You know what would be cool once they get a little older? Now that Rachel and Mariah have Ricky, and Seth and Isaac have one on the way, we could all, like, rent a vacation house or something and go on a family vacation.” Sarah Says.

“That would be so much fun!”

“We should just do that for your birthday, but without the kids.” Harry smirks.

“Right, because turning thirty-two is sooo exciting.” You scoff. “Besides, I like the idea of all the kids getting to know each other better. Ricky is so cute too, they really lucked out with that adoption.”

“Yeah, I thought Mariah would’ve wanted a baby, but she seems to be doing just as well with a five year old.” Harry says. “She brings him in sometimes when Rachel can’t be home with him. He loves seeing her in action. Plus, he likes playing with Buster.”

“Wait, I like where Harry’s head is at. You birthday is always the perfect excuse to get away for a weekend in the summer.” Niall says.

“I wouldn’t want to leave them for that long.” You say bluntly. “A night here and there is fine, but a long weekend like that…I just don’t see it. I’d want to bring them, and I know that would get annoying for the two of you.”

“No it wouldn’t.” Sarah says. “Just because we didn’t want kids of our own doesn’t mean we don’t love yours unconditionally.”

“But…tonight, you wanted to have dinner without them…”

“Well, yeah. This is a nice place, plus I could just feel that you two needed a break. You’ve been cooped up. It’s officially summer now, and Auntie Sarah is here to help.” She smiles.

You and Harry get home at a reasonable time so your mom didn’t need to spend the night. You sigh as you slip your shoes off, and start to get undressed. You catch Harry taking his shirt off and smile.

“Could you help me with my zipper?”

He hums his response and comes over to you.

“You got some color today, babe.” He says to you.

“I know, my summer tan is in full swing.” You chuckle.

You step out of your dress and get the rest of your clothes off before grabbing one of his t-shirts to throw on. He strips down to his boxers and crawls into bed.

“Tonight was fun.” You look at him and roll over to fully face him.

“Yeah, good little date night.” He puts his hand on your hip and trails up to your back to give you a little rub. “You looked so pretty in your dress.”

“Thank you. I feel like I’m slowly becoming myself again. The treadmill in the basement has been great.”

“Babe.” He sighs. “Why do you always do that?”

“Do what?”

“Turn a compliment into something that makes you insecure? I wasn’t even…” He sucks his teeth. “I just said you looked pretty.”

“I know, and I said I feel like my body is going back to normal. You have no idea how hard it is to look in a mirror and barely recognize yourself.” You look down and then meet his eyes again. “I’m not trying to turn this into anything, but I do feel insecure sometimes. You met me when I looked a lot different. I didn’t have as many stretch marks, my skin wasn’t as loose…ugh and it’s so frustrating because I’d do it all over again.” You flop onto your back and cover your eyes with your forearm. Harry moves on top of you to straddle you.

“You would?”

“Yes.” You groan. He moves your arm away so you’ll look at him.

“How many more times?” You feel his length hardening against you.

“As many as we feel like.” You raise your hips slightly to his and he groans. “Within reason, of course.”

“I know you don’t love the changes your body makes, but you’re so sexy when you’re pregnant. Even now, nearly three months after having Jessica, you’re still glowing.” He leans down to kiss you. “I’d put another one in you right now.” He says into your ear and it sends shiver up your spine. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? To be full of me?”

“Harry.” You breathe and grind your hips up towards his again. “I’m not ready yet, but…maybe soon. I don’t wanna wait another two years like we did with Jack, but we just had her and…”

“I was just trying to, um, say something to get you in the mood, babe.”

“Oh.” You start laughing. “Well, I’m in the mood so go put a condom on.”

“Wow, twice in one day, look at us.” He hops off the bed and rummages through the night stand for the foil packet.

“I know, it’s just like the good old days.”

“I’d still fuck you any second I could if we didn’t have two little roommates to worry about.”

You giggle as he slides the condom on. You lift up slightly to take your shirt off. His hand slides between your legs to make sure that you’re wet. He teases you a little before pushing inside you. Your nails dig into his shoulders. It really was a nice treat having sex twice in one day. When you were younger it would happen all the time, but life got in the way.

“Harry, kiss me.” You pant as he thrusts in and out of you.

His lips meet yours and you grab for his hands. He pins them down by the sides of your head as your fingers intertwine. Your tongues mold together and he swallows every one of your moans.

“Feels so fucking good.” He grunts.

“God, fuck, don’t stop.” He was hitting your g-spot in just the right way. You were close already. “Yes, shit, right there.” You gasp as you come undone under him.

He kisses you before pulling out to flip you over. He pulls your hips up to his so he can slide back in. The sound of his moan is heavenly as he fucks you from behind.

“Y/N.” He pants.

You move your ass back against him to move in sync with his thrusts, and that just about does it for him. He spills into the condom and nearly falls on top of you. He kisses the back of your neck before pulling out. You both use the bathroom to clean up and then get back into bed.

“I feel like we either do it a lot or not at all.” He chuckles, pulling you to his chest.

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

“But I like having sex with you.” You pout. “I just get so tired.”

“I know, so do I. I like the early morning shags, those are really nice.”

“Mm, yeah, great way to start the day off.” You kiss him one last time before turning over. He turns over with you to hold onto you. It doesn’t take long until you’re both fast asleep.

The day you all went to the beach was absolutely perfect, not a cloud in the sky. Niall helped set up an umbrella to give the kids some shade. Jack fusses when you put sunscreen all over his face, but once it’s done, he’s good to go. He grabs the sand toys and gets to work on his castle. Harry has Jessica nestled to his chest, hat covering her head.

“He has a doctor’s appointment Tuesday.” You tell Harry. “Boosters.”

“Okay.”

“You’ll take him, right?”

“We can’t all go together?”

“No, I’m taking Jessica to visit my dad, remember?”

“Oh, right.”

“Y/N, wanna check out the water with me?” Sarah asks.

“Me too!” Jack perks up.

“Alright.”

You stand up and grab one of Jack’s hands, Sarah grabs the other. Harry and Niall watch as the three of you have fun walking into the water.

“I hate when I have to take them to the doctor.”

“Why?” Niall asks him.

“Because…the nurses always flirt with me, it’s annoying.”

“Oh, boo hoo.” Niall rolls his eyes. “They know you’re married.”

“That’s the annoying part. It’s like they think I would actively cheat on my wife. The receptionist slipped me her number last time I had to take him.”

“Are you serious?!”

“Yeah!” Jessica fiddles for a second, but Harry soothes her. “Yeah.” He says quieter.

“Did you tell, Y/N?”

“No.” He sighs. “We both really like Dr. Philips, and Jack likes her too.”

“Did you say anything to the receptionist?”

“I threw the paper she gave me into the trash right in front of her.”

A few moments later the three of you come back up to your spot.

“Jack, I need to reapply your sunscreen.”

“No! I don’t like it.” He whines.

“You’ll like a sunburn even less, now come here.”

“No! I don’t-“

“Jack.” Harry says sternly. Jack looks at his father and pouts.

“But, Daddy.” He whines.

“I like when mum puts sunscreen on me, why don’t you?” You smile as Harry looks at you. You put some sunscreen in your hands and rub it onto Harry’s face. “See?”

“Okay.” Jack sighs.

Jack lets you put more sunscreen on and then he goes back to his sand toys. You grab a bowl and pour some water into it for Buster.

“There you go, sweetheart.” You pat his head and sit down. “Hand her over.” You grab a bubby from the cooler. Harry passes Jessica over to you so you can feed her.

“Wow, Harry, you really shut that down.” Sarah says.

“He does everything I do if he sees her do it to me, we’ve slowly learned. If I wear a bandana, he has to wear one because he knows she likes when my hair is out of my face. That’s how we got him to eat his veggies too. Total copycat.” He smirks.

“Jack, are you getting hungry?” You ask him as you burp Jessica.

“Yeah!”

He runs over to you and climbs into your lap. You sigh when he gets you all sandy. You look over at Harry.

“I’ll, uh, get his lunch out of the cooler.” He says.

“Thanks.”

“Jack, come sit with me.” Sarah says. “Auntie needs some loving.”

He giggles and goes over to her. Harry hands him his sandwich.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome. Here, honey.” He hands you yours.

“Thank you.” You pucker your lips and he leans down to kiss you.

“Let me hold the baby.” Niall says. You happily hand her over to her uncle.

“Daddy, will you take me swimming?”

“Gotta wait a few minutes after you eat, buddy, but yeah.”

“Think I’m gonna lay out for a bit.” You say and stretch. You lay a towel out and lay on your stomach. “Harry, could you-“

He was already putting sunscreen on you. Jack hops off Sarah and plops down on your bum.

“Oh!”

“Jack.” Harry chuckles. “S’not very nice.” He picks him up off of you. “Let’s go to the loo and then we can go swimming, alright?”

“I’ll come with.” Niall says. He puts Jessica in the shade in her carrier. She was fast asleep. Sarah lays on a towel next to you.

“They certainly keep you both busy, huh?”

“Yeah.” You smile. “But you know me, I like being busy.” You watch them all walk away towards the bathhouse. “You know the other day, we were talking about having another one.”

“Are you serious?! You realize you have an infant right over there.”

“I’m well aware.” You giggle.

“So why would you want to have a third so soon?”

“I’m gonna be thirty-two soon, Sarah. I don’t wanna wait another two years to have another baby. I’m not saying I’m going to get pregnant right now, but soon I think. And then we’ll probably be done.”

“Probably.” She laughs. “You two are wild.”

“He likes it when I’m pregnant.” You grin.

“It does look good on you.” She chuckles. “What do you think the school would say?”

“I’m on the tenure track, they can’t say shit. Also, I’ve been pretty convenient having them both at the end of the spring semester. It’s not like I’ve needed to take extra time off.”

“True. What do you think you’d want to have, another boy or girl?”

“I have no idea, it doesn’t really matter to us. You know what Harry said before Jack was born? He wanted to know the sex of the baby so we could start calling him Jack instead of just Baby Styles, and he said the sex itself didn’t matter because Jack could realize he was supposed to be a girl when he gets older. It was so sweet.”

“God, that’s so progressive. We have some trans students at the prep school. You should see some of the parents that look at these kids when they get dropped off.” She rolls her eyes. “It’s not your kid, don’t worry about it.”

“I’ll never really understand why other people care so much. You are who you are.” You shrug.

Harry and Niall come back with Jack, and take him down to the water.

“That srunchie in his hair is so cute.”

“I know, he loves them too. We have one in every color for him. I’m so glad he has Harry’s hair. It’s beautiful.”

“Did you have to buy a special shampoo for it or anything?”

“Yeah, actually. My mom told me what to get. Never been so thankful that she’s a hairdresser. He loves when she comes over to cut his hair. He likes when she scratches his head.” You laugh.

It was a perfect beach day. Jack knocked out on the car ride home. You were able to give him a quick bath and put him to bed easily. Jessica went right down as well. You and Harry put some comfy clothes on and plop onto the couch with Buster. He throws his arm around you and pulls you in close.

“I like our family.” He says.

“Me too.” You look up at him and kiss him on the cheek.

Tuesday morning, Harry drove Jack to the doctor’s office for his physical.

“Where are we going, Daddy?”

“To see Dr. Philips. She’s gonna see how much you’ve grown from last year.”

“How come?”

“Every year, after your birthday, you have to have a physical. It’s just to make sure you’re in tip top shape.”

“You get one too?”

“I sure do. But I go to the grown up doctor for mine.”

Harry gets Jack up to the office. The receptionist is a little too happy to see him.

“Hi, Mr. Styles.” She beams.

“Checkin’ Jack in.”

“Of course…where’s Mrs. Styles today?”

“Out with our daughter, having a visit with Grandpa.”

“Jessica got to see Grandpa?!” Jack nearly bursts into tears.

“Jack, remember if you’re good you get a lollypop afterwards.” He pouts and goes to sit down. “Sorry ‘bout that.” Harry signs whatever forms there are.

“Happens all the time.”

Harry sits with Jack who was now being grumpy.

“You’re really upset, huh?”

“I like going to Grandpa’s.” He huffs.

“Are you really upset because mummy’s there?” Jack looks up at Harry and nods. “Sorry, mate. We’ll make time to go see Grandpa. You can have a whole day with him without your sister, okay?”

“Jack?” Dr. Philips comes out and smiles. “Ready?”

Harry and Jack stand up and follow her back to the room he’d be examined in. She takes his height and weight.

“He’s right where he’s supposed to be Harry.”

Harry hums his response. He lifts Jack up to put him on the bed. Dr. Philips moves his shorts up a tad so she can see his little thighs.

“This is gonna feel cold, Jack.”

“What are you doing?” He asks, big eyes looking up at her.

“I have to give you some shots so you don’t get sick later on. They’re called vaccines. You get a few when you’re a baby, and you get some now. It’s like your flu shot.”

“Does Daddy get them too?”

“Yes, but his own doctor gives them to him.” She looks at Harry, and he nods at Jack.

You get home with Jessica later that day. You and your dad went out for breakfast before hanging out at his house for a bit. You walk up the basement stairs with her and head into the living room. Jack was curled up in Harry’s arms.

“You.” Harry glares at you.

“Not exactly the greeting I was expecting.” You smirk. “What’s wrong?”

“Don’t you ever make me do that again.”

“Do what?”

You set Jessica down in the pack and play that was in the living room. Harry gently puts Jack on the couch.

“How come he’s napping with you and not in his bed? How was his physical?” Harry yanks you into the kitchen.

“How was his physical?!” He whisper screams. “Hm, let’s see, I almost strangled Dr. Philips.”

“What?! Why?”

“She gave him three shots!”

“She was supposed to!”

“Yeah, well, you didn’t have to hear him whale out and cry. Then I started crying.” He groans. “I wanted to kill her. He didn’t even want his lollypop after. So, I will not be takin’ anyone for any more shots in the future. That’s all you.” He crosses his arms. You smile slightly. Harry’s accent always got thicker when he was upset, and it was sort of funny.

“You think it would be easier for me?”

“You’re way stronger than I am when it comes to that stuff. He cried for you, by the way.” He huffs and looks away. “This is something mums are supposed to do.”

“How was the rest of it?” You sigh.

“Good. His weight is on track and so is his height. He did great up until the shots.”

“Alright.” You wrap your arms around his neck. “I’ll take them for shots next time.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I did it when he was a baby, and I can tell you I didn’t want to kill the doctor.” You chuckle.

“It was too much.” He leans his forehead against yours.

“Mumma?” Jack comes into the kitchen, baby blanket cuddled to his face, thumb in his mouth.

“Hi, darling.” You let go of Harry and scoop him up. “Daddy told me you were really brave earlier.”

Harry raises an eyebrow at you.

“He did?”

“Mhm, so I think you should have a little treat for being so good. What do you say after dinner tonight we all go out for ice cream?”

“Yeah!” He hugs you close. “I got shots, Mumma.”

“I know, wanna show me your band aids?”

You walk him back out to the couch and sit down with him. Harry picks up Jessica and snuggles her. He sits down next to you.

“Oh, those are nice. She gave you dinosaurs just how you like.”

“How was my baby girl today?” Harry asks.

“Oh, I was fine. We went to a diner for breakfast-“ Harry starts laughing. “What?”

“I meant Jessica.” He smirks.

“She was fine too.” You swallow. “Good snuggles with Grandpa. Jack, would you like to see Grandpa later this week? He wants to come over and swim.”

“Yeah! I love Grandpa.”

“He loves you too.” You kiss the top of his head.

“You make everything better.” Harry says.

“Oh stop it.”

“I mean it. He was a mess earlier, and I was too much of a mess to-“

“He was asleep on you when I got in, you calmed him down plenty. You’re such a good dad, babe.”

“Thanks.” He kisses Jessica’s cheek and it makes her giggle. “We have the cutest kids in the world, I swear to god.”

“We sure do.”

You didn’t get to celebrate your thirty-second birthday because you were called to testify in court. Harry had been working half days, and you knew he was stressed and felt guilty for leaving you at home with the kids, so you didn’t let on about how nervous you were about seeing Jake again.

Sarah and Rachel would come over to see you when they could. Jack really liked playing with Ricky. The girls would often ask you how you were feeling about everything coming up, but you didn’t really want to talk about it.

“You don’t have to come to court with me.” You tell Harry the night before.

“Sure I do. I need to make sure you’ll be alright.”

“But you’ve been craving alone time with the kids, and now you’ll have it.”

“Y/N.” Harry sighs as he gets into bed with you. “I’m going, and so is Niall. Sarah said she could babysit. It’s all taken care of. You’re not going there alone, and that’s final.”

“Apparently after my testimony they think the jury will be able to make a decision. The other women have come in already. I’m a little nervous…I haven’t seen him in years….what if I freak out and I can’t say what the lawyer has been prepping me for?”

“That’s why we’re going. You can just look over at Niall and I.” He cups your cheek and you lean into you. “And then our kids are gonna know how brave their mum is.”

“And once that asshole is convicted I’ll be able to finally feel free from all of this. That trauma is always going to be inside me, and I’ve learned to cope, but he….well, it’s his turn to suffer.”

Harry kisses you and pulls you close to his chest. Tomorrow was going to be really difficult, and he’d be damned if he wouldn’t be there for you.

You put on your nicest pant suit and did your hair and makeup early the next morning. You’d need to meet your lawyer before the hearing. Harry got Jack and Jessica good to go before Niall dropped Sarah off to watch them.

“But where’s Mumma?” Jack asked when Sarah walked in.

“Mummy…had a work thing this morning. She’s getting her classes together for fall. She’ll be home a little later. You and your sister get to spend the day with Auntie Sarah, isn’t that nice?” Harry explains.

“Where are you going?”

“Uncle Niall and I have some errands to run. Adult stuff, buddy.”

“Yeah, it’s really boring Jack. We’re going to have way more fun.”

Jack shrugs and plops down in front of the TV. It was too early for him to even think about arguing. Sarah gives Harry a quick hug before he goes out to Niall’s car.

“How come Daddy was all dressed up?” Jack asks Sarah as she sits down next to him.

“He and Uncle Niall have to be dressed up for their errands. Daddy looks nice in his suit, doesn’t he?”

“Yeah.” Jack smiles.

Harry and Niall don’t say much on the way to the courthouse. They were both sweating, and it wasn’t because it was August and they were wearing suits. Harry wished he could see you before going in, but he knew they had you in a private room.

“I just hope the cross examiner isn’t too awful to her.” Harry says. “I mean, she has a way of winning any argument she’s in, but those people can twist your words all over the place.”

“Your lawyer’s been prepping her, I bet she’ll be okay.” Niall gives him a reassuring smile. The two walk in and grab seats before it gets too busy.

People start shuffling in. Everyone rises when the judge comes in. Harry’s leg wouldn’t stop bouncing when they sat back down. Niall puts his hand on his knee and gives him a squeeze.

“It’s gonna be okay, mate.” He whispers. Harry nods at him and gives him a reassuring smile.

“Your honor, we’d like to call another victim to the stand.”

Your name is announced and you’re brought in through a side door. You don’t dare look around you, you just walk in a straight line. It felt weird swearing in on a Bible, but this was how the court system worked. You sit down in the area next to the judge. She was a female, but that didn’t guarantee she’d be sympathetic. You look out and see your lawyer, and Jake’s ex-wife and her lawyer. Your eyes dart over to Jake and his lawyer. You look out and see Harry and Niall, suddenly feeling grateful they were there.

“Dr. Y/L/N, thank you for joining us today.” The lawyer says to you. “Can you tell us who this man is?” She points over to Jake.

“Jake Robinson.”

“And how do you know him?”

“We dated for about a month back in 2018. We went out four times.”

“And what did these dates consist of?”

“Dinners mostly. We went to the movies once as well.”

“What was Mr. Robinson like on these dates?”

“Nice, for the most part. He seemed like a gentleman, that’s why I continued to see him.”

“Why did you two stop seeing each other?”

“He…assaulted me.” Your eyes meet his. You watch him roll his eyes and shake his head.

“Can you further explain this for the jury? Just so we’re all on the same page on what assault means here.”

“Well, he had driven me home from our dinner date, and he came up to my apartment, just for a night cap. We were talking and then we started kissing.”

“So you willingly invited him up to your place?”

“Yes. At this point I thought I knew him well enough to invite him into my home.”

“Where did it start to go wrong?”

“We started kissing, like a lot of people do. It was the first time we had really kissed outside of one of our cars.” You swallow hard and look over at Harry. He nods encouragingly at you. He wished he could hold your hand through the entire thing. “Anyways, he asked if we could move to the bed. I was living in a studio at the time. I just figured he wanted some room to stretch out.”

“So you said yes to moving to the bed?”

“Yes, but that was all I said yes to.”

“What happened next then?”

You squeeze your hands into fists. Your nails start digging into your palms. You take a deep breath and begin.

“It all happened really fast. He got aggressive all of a sudden. Before I knew it my head was being shoved into the pillow and he had…forced himself inside me. It hurt and I was crying.”

“You didn’t want to have sex with him?”

“No.”

“Did you tell him to stop?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I was afraid. If he could flip a switch like that I didn’t know what else he might do to me if I told him to stop or to get off me. It felt like I was paralyzed. I just sort of suffered through it. I didn’t want it.”

“What happened afterwards?”

“He left. He acted like everything was normal. There was a ton of blood on my sheets, and between my legs. I passed out and landed on my floor. When I woke up I put all of my clothes and the sheets into bags.”

“Why did you do this?”

“In case I decided to press charges, I wanted there to be evidence of his DNA or something. I’ve seen enough cop shows to know that’s what you’re supposed to do. I called out of work all week, and barely spoke or ate, or bathed. I was trying to process everything. I ended up seeing a therapist, which I signed a waiver for to free up the documents of our conversations.”

“Yes, we were able to look all of that over, thank you. We were also able to look over the DNA on your things. It was Mr. Robinson’s, just like it had been on the previous women’s things.” She looks at the judge who is making notes. “Did going to therapy help?”

“Yes. I only went a few times, and then took a break. I was suppressing a lot. I went back after a little while because I started having flashes when I started dating my now husband.”

“What are flashes?”

“They’re…like…we’d be doing something and all of a sudden I’d get triggered and get scared like it was Jake on top of me again.”

“Thank you, Dr. Y/L/N. No further questions, your honor.”

Jake’s lawyer stands up to cross examine you.

“Mrs. Styles, -“

“Dr. Y/L/N.” You correct him. Harry and Niall smirk to each other.

“My apologies, Dr. Y/L/N.” He clears his throat. “You mentioned you kept everything as evidence, but you didn’t press charges until a few months ago, why is that?”

“A friend had driven me to the police station about six different times. At the time, I just wanted it all to go away, and a court case terrified me. I was scared of seeing him face to face again. I also hadn’t told many people yet, and I was afraid of a lot of things. I had just turned twenty-three, I was young and didn’t really know how to properly handle things. If I could go back, believe me, I would have gone right to the police.”

“Maybe you didn’t go before because you knew Mr. Robinson didn’t actually assault you. It was just something you made up.”

“No, it was assault, rape, actually. He raped me. I didn’t consent to having sex with him. He didn’t ask me if I wanted to, he didn’t ask me if I was alright, he didn’t even check to see if I was enjoying it.”

“Maybe he just thought you liked it rough.”

“How would he have deduced that from the few dates we had been on? Like I said, he didn’t ask me if I wanted to or if I was enjoying it. He forced himself on me. I’ve consensual sex before, that wasn’t it.”

“You’re married, correct?”

“I am.”

“So every time you have sex with your partner, you both ask to make sure it’s what you want?”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

“Yes. We always check in and make sure it’s something we both want in that moment. Every partner I’ve ever had, actually. Even if it was just a hook up back when I was in college, I was always asked if I wanted to, and when I said no, that was respected. I would give that same respect and courtesy back to them as well.” You take a sip of water from the bottle they put out for you. “Are you saying you don’t check in with your partner when you’re getting intimate?”

“No further questions, your honor.”

“Dr. Y/L/N, you’re free to go. Thank you.” She says to you.

You stand up and you’re lead out of the room. The judge announces there will be a brief recess to allow the jury some time to think everything over. Harry and Niall go out in the hallway to meet you and your lawyer. You tear up when you see them, and you run into Harry’s arms. He holds you close to his chest. His eyes were watery as well. Niall rubs your back as you breathe in Harry’s cologne for comfort.

“You did so well, love.” He whispers to you. “I’m so proud of you.” You look up at him and smile.

“Thank you.” You let go of him and hug Niall as well, briefly. “I’m glad you’re both here.”

“You really shut that other lawyer up when you flipped the script on him.” Niall says. “Well done.”

“Do you want to stay, or do you want to leave?” Harry asks.

“No, I wanna hear what the jury has to say. Even if they don’t believe me or the other women, they at least have to agree she should have full custody of their kid.”

The court is called back into session an hour or so later. Everyone rises when the judge comes back in.

“I want to thank the jury for their months of service on this case. I know hearing all of these stories has not been easy. I would also like to thank the brave women who have come forward in support of Mrs. Robinson.” She looks at Jake and then to the jury. “Has the jury reached a verdict?”

“Yes, your honor.” A woman stands up. “We find Mr. Jacob Robinson guilty on all counts of rape, including predatory.”

You gasp, but try to keep your composure. Jake’s parents and some of his family were also in the courtroom. You thought they should be ashamed raising someone like that, but you’d keep your thoughts to yourself.

“Mr. Robinson, you showed very little remorse during these last few months. I haven’t been very impressed.” The judge says. “We had three very brave women forward to make sure you wouldn’t hurt anyone else, and you easily could have. There could be others and we may never know. I sentence you to twenty years in prison, no parole. Mrs. Robinson will be granted full custody of the child. No visitation rights granted.” She pounds the gavel. “Court dismissed.” She stands up and exits.

You watch as Jake’s ex-wife hugs her lawyer and then who you presume is her family. You hadn’t even noticed that you had started crying. You stand up and throw your arms around Harry and Niall. It was over, it was finally over. The three of you walk out of the courthouse. There were news vans and reports out there waiting to take statements, as there often were with cases like this.

“Dr. Y/L/N?” You turn around to see Jake’s ex-wife. “We haven’t formally met, I’m Jane.” She shakes your hand. “I just wanted to say thank you, and that I’m so very sorry. I remember you, sort of, from years ago. We bumped into you at the ice rink in the city. You ran out after you saw him.”

“I remember.”

“I almost broke up with him that night, but he convinced me there was nothing to worry about. I was young then too, I didn’t realize he was manipulating me. Thanks to you, and the other women, I can go back to my daughter and tell her she’ll be safe from now on. We’ve been divorced for a couple of years, but he just wouldn’t leave us alone.”

“I’m sorry you had to be put through all of that. If I had-“

“Don’t. The other women all said the same thing. It’s hard, when there’s a history of people not believing women, or the fact that your life could have been destroyed by going through this process…it makes you so tired you don’t even want to try. I understand completely.” She looks over at Harry and Niall as well. “Can I ask you two something?”

“Anything.” Harry says while Niall nods.

“Did you ever see him again? Rough him up a little? The weekend of our wedding he had to wear makeup because he had gotten into some bar fight at his bachelor party.”

“Yeah, that was us…mostly me.” Harry says.

“Another red flag I ignored.” She scoffs. “Well, I just came over to thank you.” She gives your hand a squeeze. “I hope you’re able to live a little more peacefully now.”

“Thanks, same to you.” You smile as she walks away. “Okay, I’m ready to go home. It’s too fucking out to be wearing all these clothes, and I miss my babies.”

The three of you get back to your house and walk in through the front door. No one was inside, Sarah must have the kids out back for some pool time. You go upstairs to go put your suit on. Niall drives home to change. Harry goes upstairs as well. Once you’re both changed you head outside. Buster barks excitedly when he sees the two of you.

“Mumma!” Jack yelps as he swims over to the ladder. It nearly makes Sarah flip out of her pool float.

“Jack, don’t run!” Sarah yells as she gets out of the pool. Jessica was snug in the shade in her stroller.

“Hi my sweet baby.” You scoop Jack up and hold him close to you.

“How were your fancy errands, Daddy?” Jack asks, looking at his now dressed down father.

“Good.” He jostles his hair.

“How’d it go?” Sarah asks, giving you a side hug.

“He’s going away, for a long time.”

“That’s amazing!”

“Who’s going away?” Jack asks.

“No one you ever need to worry about.” You kiss his cheek and set him down. You snatch one of the water guns on the ground and his eyes grow wide with excitement. “Wanna play?”

Jack grabs another loaded water gun and the two of you start running around the yard spraying each other.

“She did amazing. Really kept it together.”

“I’ll bet.” Sarah says. Niall comes into the backyard and wraps his arms around Sarah from behind.

“Have fun with the kiddos?”

“Mhm.” She turns to kiss his cheek. “You two got lucky with such easy babies. She’s just as good as Jack was when he was that small.”

“Yeah, they’re pretty cool.”

Harry grabs another water gun and joins in on the fun with you and Jack.

“Oh no!” You squeal. “Let’s join forces, Jack!” You both try to get Harry, but you run out of water.

Harry grins at the two of you, and soaks you with the gun. Jack squeals and runs over to Sarah and Niall. Harry gets his hands on you and lifts you.

“Harry, please!” You laugh hysterically as he lifts you higher and throws you into the pool. You emerge, and splash at him.

“Just thought you could cool off, babe.”

“Mhm, yeah.”

“Do it to me, Daddy!” Jack comes running back over so Harry can lift him up. Harry tosses him into the pool so you can catch him. Harry comes into the pool as well to keep having fun.

“They’re a cute little family.” Niall kisses Sarah’s cheek.

“Yeah, they are.” She sighs happily. “I like our little family too, though.”

“Oh, me too. Wouldn’t change a thing with yeh.”

#my everything #harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles series #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles y/n #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #harry styles angst #dad!harry

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dilly-oh · 4 years

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Red Hoodie of Fate

The blaring of the fire alarm woke Kakashi from a particularly good dream about tacos. He bolted upright, cracked his forehead on the coffee table, swore horrifically, and stumbled to his feet, blearily remembering falling asleep on the couch several hours ago. He must have rolled off at some point, maybe when he’d been sprinkling some cheese on those delicious tacos- no, stop. Food later. Fire now.

Thank God the dogs were at Yamato’s for the night, otherwise he might never have gotten out of the apartment. Bisuke was scared of loud noises and liable to hide in the deepest, darkest corner of the flat, while Bull would refuse to budge after laying down for anything less than the apocalypse. Pakkun probably would have just puked in anxiety and made matters worse, while Uhei, Akino, and Guruko would have simply started howling along with the siren. Urushi and Shiba were the only ones who’d have listened, and that was only if he had treats, which he no longer kept in his pockets after an unfortunate incident he didn’t care to repeat. He made a face as he recalled the taste.

Pulling on a pair of sneakers and a frayed red hoodie from the floor, Kakashi stuffed his keys and phone into his pockets before throwing open the door and lurching out into the hallway. He couldn’t see any flames or smoke, but he wasn’t going to sit around and wait to see if this was legit.

Maybe it was the brat from downstairs, playing pranks again. Kakashi had caught him stuffing a cat into someone’s mailbox the other day, so he definitely wouldn’t put it past the little punk. It had better not be those two idiots down the hall smoking weed again. Doors opened all along the hallway as tenants began pouring from their own apartments, hurrying down the hall and clogging the stairs like sleepy zombies. Kakashi shuffled along with them, letting the river of half-awake people drag him down several flights and out the front doors.

Kakashi milled around the parking lot with the chattering crowd, shivering at the cool night breeze and stuffing his hands into the hoodie’s front pockets. With nothing better to do than stand around awkwardly waiting for the fire-trucks, he glanced about, studying his neighbors one by one.

There was the brat, tousle-haired and sleepy-eyed, clinging to his mother’s long red braid, still half asleep. Near him was the emo kid who never brushed his hair and wore nothing but black – Kakashi was tempted to ask which make-up tutorial he used for his smoky eye. The two pot-heads were in the back, leaning against each other, dozing in place. There were more - the old man who wrote dirty novels and sometimes asked Kakashi for his expert opinion, the married couple from the floor above, and-

There was a man standing in the middle of the parking lot in nothing but a towel. Kakashi did a double-take before it processed.

He was dripping wet, water dribbling down his shoulders and pooling around his bare feet onto the pavement. Beads of moisture slowly made their way down the curve of his pectorals, glistening in the divots of his collarbone. Goosebumps had broken out over his tanned skin, pebbling his nipples, his long dark hair plastered to his neck and shoulders. He looked like some ancient Selkie come to seduce men to their watery graves, or a primordial God of the sea preparing to smite some mortals. And hopefully date him, dear God please.

Who the hell was that? Kakashi stared in shock, struggling to place him. He’d memorized every face in the building, and he certainly didn’t remember this Adonis, which was quite impossible. He had a whole grading system for every male in the building, and this knock-out would be graduating top of the class, Magna Cum Laud. Then the man turned his head and the light from the streetlamps hit just right, highlighting the faint slashing scar over the bridge of his nose-

Wait. Holy shit. Kakashi recognized him now, but could barely believe it. That was UMINO? Umino Iruka, the stuffy teacher’s aide who had just moved in next door like a month ago? The nerd whose idea of a good time was binge-watching a season of the Great British Bakeoff? Kakashi had given him a barely passing C+, having to dock points for the arsenal of pens in his shirt pocket and that one time he saw him wearing socks with sandals.

Damn. He’d totally misjudged him. This man was a BABE. The white towel only heightened his natural tan, accentuating the deep V of his hip-bones while the shadows played across his toned stomach. He looked…

He looked cold.

Umino stood stiffly upright, head high and without shame. In fact, he glared about, arms crossed, seemingly challenging anyone to make a comment or dare laugh. But Kakashi saw the goose-bumps on his skin, the subtle shiver of his shoulders. Summer had passed and, while winter was still a ways off, fall had begun muscling its way in. Kakashi wasn’t sure the clenched jaw was from irritation or to keep his teeth from chattering.

Kakashi gathered his courage and walked over.

“Hi,” he began, and almost stopped when Umino glared at him, eyes dark and daring. “Umino, right? Hatake Kakashi, from next door.” Umino studied him for a moment, then gave a sharp nod of acknowledgement. “Uh…want my jacket?”

“No, thank you, I’m fine,” Umino bit out with a tight smile, pushing some wet strands of hair out of his face.

Someone wolf-whistled. Probably the old man.

Umino slowly went red, the flush starting in his cheeks, then traveling down his neck to bloom halfway down his chest.

“…Yes, please,” he said quietly, gripping his towel in a white-knuckled hand. Kakashi fought back a chuckle and yanked the hoodie off over his head, inadvertently pulling up his shirt as he did so. Blinded as he was, he missed the flicker of Umino’s eyes over his exposed abdomen and prominent hipbones, the flush darkening a degree. Finally free, Kakashi gave the hoodie a shake and held it out, grinning sheepishly.

“Smells a bit like dog. Sorry.”

“S’fine,” Umino muttered, quickly taking it and pulling it on. It was a little too big for him but did the job, covering that delicious expanse of tanned skin and muscle. Kakashi stepped back and studied him for a moment, his mouth going dry.

Shit. It didn’t help at all. If anything, it made it worse.

Umino was now wearing his hoodie, which draped over his body but only made it to mid-thigh. The result was even more alluring and provocative than him standing there in a towel. Kakashi cleared his throat and snapped his eyes away, praying for a fire-truck to come peeling around the corner and hose him down so he could cool the fuck off.

“…You have a dog?”

“Huh?” Kakashi’s eyes snapped away from Iruka’s meaty thighs as he realized the owner of said thighs had just asked a question. “Oh! Yes. Dog. Or, rather, dog-zuh. Plural.”

“Plural?” Iruka frowned in confusion. “How many are we talking-”

“Eight.”

“EIGHT?!”

“Yup.”

“You have eight dogs.”

“Yup.”

“How did you even sneak that by the super?”

“Oh, she thinks I only have four. I have a friend who keeps a couple at his place. I just rotate them out.”

Umino laughed. It was a nice sound, even when he snorted a little at the end.

“So, what do you do?” Umino asked. “Other than harbor illegal animals, that is.”

“I work at the gym down the street,” Kakashi said, jerking his head. “I’m a fitness trainer.”

“Well, that would explain your abs...sssolutely horrible fashion sense. What are those track pants from, the 80’s?” Umino cleared his throat suddenly and jammed his hands into the hoodie’s pockets, frowned, then pulled out a crumpled wad of receipts for fast-food takeout. He stared accusingly at Kakashi for a long, quiet moment.

“…I’m allowed a cheat day,” Kakashi said.

“These are all from the same HOUR-”

“Gai bet me I couldn’t eat it all. I had to defend my honor.”

“Did you throw it all up afterward?”

“…I can neither confirm nor deny that. I can, however, confirm that I won the bet.” Kakashi winked cheekily, and Umino rolled his eyes.

“Do you…enjoy your job?” he asked, stuffing the receipts back into the pockets.

“It’s not bad. I mean, it could be worse, I could teach brats all day.” Kakashi shrugged. “What do you do?”

“I teach brats all day.”

…Dammit.

Umino’s grin was mischievous, though, and there was no hostility in his tone, so there must have been no offense taken.

“How’s that go?” Kakashi asked, genuinely curious.

“About as horrible as you’d think. I have them just when puberty rears its ugly head and turns them into angst-ridden monsters. My classroom in a cesspool of hormones and crying.”

Kakashi laughed aloud. Umino wasn’t anything like he’d thought. Both inside and out. It was incredibly refreshing, not to mention incredibly attractive.

Which is why he was quite disappointed when the first fire-trucks started to pull into the parking lot. He’d rather the whole apartment complex burn down if it meant he could stand out here, chatting with the hot teacher all night.

The fire, just a microwavable popcorn-bag gone wrong, was put out in minutes, the complex deemed safe by the groggy super, a busty older woman who was either hung over or still drunk at this unholy hour. Tenants began milling back inside, clogging the entrance in their desire to return to bed. Kakashi lingered in the back of the crowd with Umino, reluctant to part ways.

“Well, I suppose I should thank you for your hospitality,” Umino said lightly, reaching up to grasp the hoodie’s zipper. “You can have this back n-”

“Keep it,” Kakashi said quickly. Perhaps too quickly, going by the surprise on Umino’s face. “I mean…just for now. Till you. You know. Get inside and get dressed. You don’t wanna catch a cold.” He cleared his throat awkwardly, feeling his ears get hot.

“Oh…alright.” Umino's hand lowered and he gave him a shy smile, plucking at the loose red threads hanging from the sleeves, winding one around his pinky absently. “Thank you.” The quiet words warmed Kakashi, a delicate shiver traveling up his spine. Kakashi mumbled a response, then doubled over as the hyperactive blonde kid suddenly bowled right into him.

“Watch it, old man!” the brat shouted, dodging away.

“I’m not even thirty!” Kakashi barked after him, offended. “Friggin’ kid. Can you believe-” He turned to Umino and blinked.

He was gone.

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A knock on the door woke Kakashi right as he was taking another big, crunchy bite of taco. He bolted upright, cracked the back of his head on the coffee table, swore horrifically at himself for not getting in the damn bed this time, and stumbled to his feet. Making a mental reminder to just go and eat some fucking tacos already, he lurched towards the door, tripping over the rug and falling against it with a loud thud. He fought with the handle for a moment before finally yanking it open, squinting at the light stabbing into his eyes from the hallway.

Umino stood there, not hot as hell towel-Umino, but pressed khakis and crisp button-up, array of pens and hair in a severe ponytail Umino, fully dressed and ready for the day. Kakashi, rather than feeling a twinge of disappointment, was surprised to find the man just as alluring covered from head-to-toe as he was three-fourths-naked.

“Good morning,” Umino said, horribly chipper considering the abominable hour.

“Mornin’. What’re you doing here so early?” Kakashi mumbled, rubbing his face. Umino stared at him.

“It’s 9 a.m.”

“Holy shit. Really?” Kakashi squinted down at his watch. “I thought 9 a.m. was a myth.” Umino’s mouth fell open. “You still haven’t answered my question, though.”

“Oh. Right. Um. Your hoodie. I have it,” Umino said quickly, tripping over the words. He was flustered and twitchy with nerves. If Kakashi were a predator, this was when he’d pounce. “I, um, washed it. For you. Here.” He thrust the jacket out, perfectly folded and smelling of lavender. Kakashi was impressed.

“What, did you wash it twice?” he asked, taking it in his hands and marveling at how soft it felt. The rich red color was much more vibrant, almost seeming to glow.

“Three times,” Umino replied flatly. “Then Febreeze.”

“Umino-”

“Iruka.”

Kakashi blinked, looking up to meet the other man’s gaze.

“You can call me Iruka,” he said, sincere.

“…Alright. I’m Kakashi.” Kakashi stuck out his hand, tucking the hoodie under his other arm. Iruka’s shake was firm, his hands surprisingly soft. He must moisturize or something classy like that.

“I want to thank you for helping me out last night,” Iruka went on, two spots of color appearing high on his cheeks. “I was in a rather…awkward predicament and even after I snapped at you, you still helped me despite my rudeness. I…really appreciate it.”

“No problem,” Kakashi replied easily, scratching the back of his head. Oh God, his hair must be a nightmare- no, wait. It always was. Nevermind then. “Any time.”

“So, um.” Iruka shuffled his feet a little, clearing his throat. There was that predatory instinct, niggling Kakashi to jump on him and go for the jugular. “I was wondering how to thank you, and I thought I could, maybe…make you dinner?” he finished weakly, glancing up at Kakashi from beneath thick lashes, then looking away again, suddenly shy. “I’m pretty good in the kitchen, so, if there’s anything you’d like…”

“Tacos,” Kakashi said instantly.

“…Oh.” Iruka deflated, a flicker of disappointment crossing his face. “Tacos. Really? I was hoping for something a bit more…challenging. Something that would allow me to show off my culinary skills a bit. But, I mean, if that’s what you want-”

“I like miso soup,” Kakashi said after a moment. “With eggplant.” Screw tacos. He could have tacos any day of the week. He’d take a bowl of cold cereal if it meant getting to spend the evening with this full-course meal.

Iruka lit up, his smile warm and inviting.

“Miso soup it is, then. I’ll have it done by tonight and bring it over. Does that sound alright?”

“Sure.” Kakashi waved as Iruka walked off down the hall, then slipped back inside and closed the door. He brought the hoodie up to his nose and inhaled the comforting scent of lavender, thinking how differently last night would have gone had he not grabbed the hoodie. What he would have missed out on. Fate, it seemed, really did exist.

Hopefully he’d be seeing more of Iruka…in more ways than one.

-End-

Months ago, I was chosen as a pinch-hitter for the Kakairuzine (I would step in if someone had to leave), so I completed two fics just in case they were needed. Since it wasn’t, I’m posting it here. Enjoy!

#kakairu #kakairu fanfic #hatake kakashi #umino iruka #red thread of fate #I know I wrote a Victuuri fic with a similar story but I just really like the trope #sue me #fanfic #red string of fate #iruka in a towel how can it go wrong

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countessmorgasson · 4 years

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Ride Along

Fluffy Nadia x MC! Horseback riding with the Countess herself <3

Gender Neutral MC

(Disclaimer: Based on Nadia’s route, minor spoilers. Also, I don’t know shit about riding horses lmao)

Even though you wake alone, you’re happy.

The silk sheets are cool against your skin, and the sun makes the room around you shimmer. You turn to the right, where Nadia should be asleep next to you. You don’t have much luck getting her to sleep in on a weekday, but you’ll get there someday.

Smiling, you scoff at how neatly she left her side of the bed.

You dress yourself as nicely as you can, eager to see the Countess; even if it was for a few moments while she rushed between meetings and other royal duties.

To your surprise, Nadia herself greets you at the foot of the stairs, a broad smile lighting up her crimson eyes. You find your feet picking up the pace, and you rush to greet her back with a morning kiss.

That was something you’d never get used to. The food at the palace was one thing, the large bathtubs and clothes so luxurious you were afraid to wear them were all fun amenities, but the best thing about your life was the woman standing in front of you.

“Good morning, my love.” You press another kiss to each of her cheeks, a little sheepish over how late you must have slept in. If Nadia’s not headed to a meeting, you really must be late waking up.

“Did you sleep well, m/c?” Her voice is like butter.

“Of course,” you say.

“Good. I’ve cancelled the rest of my appointments for the day; I’d love for you to join me at the stables.”

Ah. Your smile must show your sudden anxieties, but you muster up all the excitement you can.

“Absolutely!”

You’ve never ridden a horse in your life- before you met Nadia, of course. Magic was the thing you were good at. Card readings, aura channeling, you’re the one they go to. But practically... anything else, you were still shaky at.

Frankly, you blame yourself for ever dying in the first place. Surely there were other things you could do before then. Maybe you were even good at riding horses.

You fidget while Nadia eyes you. She looks beautiful- as if that’s a shock. You just love the way her violet hair piles on top of her head in a braid. She has such a classy, confident aura about her when she wears these clothes, you note.

She catches you eyeing her, and raises her eyebrow with a playful smirk.

“Why don’t you ride with me this time, m/c?” She offers.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that we’ll share- you can sit behind me...” she blushes underneath her smile. “Or if you’d like, I’ll hold on to you.”

You mount her favorite horse, clumsily straddling along its back. Oh, the things you do for love. Nadia adjusts herself behind you with ease, and you smell her lavender perfume when she playfully nuzzles against your neck.

“I like this,” she admits. “We have to do this more often.”

You chuckle in agreeance, but your grip on the horse’s reins nearly has your knuckles going white. Luckily for you, you’ve got an expert at your side. Or rather, behind you.

Before you know it, you’re strolling in peace, breathing in the crisp air and occasionally relaxing yourself enough to enjoy your surroundings.

“This is nice.” You admit.

“It is.” Nadia’s voice is softer than usual, like she’s deep in thought. “Thank you for joining me.”

For a few blissful moments you’re both silent, eyes wandering around the trail. You occasionally look back to Nadia, nerves calmed by her smile.

The longer you walk, the more Vesuvia seems to linger farther away, the sun’s reflection glimmering on the palace rooftops.

Yes, these were the days you both dreamed of. A city that was once broken, unable to provide for its people had transformed into something beyond your wildest expectations. And it was all thanks to Nadia. Sure, you might have had a hand in things, but at the end of the day she was the Countess, and how lucky you all were to live under her reign.

How lucky you were to be her beloved...

“M/c!”

You’re too lost in admiration to pay attention to the horse beneath you. You didn’t have that connection that Nadia did with the animal- and it’s obvious, by the way you desperately buck against the creature’s back. You have no idea what to expect- what’s going on?!

It happens quickly. Nadia’s smart enough to steady herself and brace for the sudden turn, but you’re painfully dragged back into reality the moment you feel your body in the air.

You topple off the horse, crashing down into a bush.

“Ahhh!”

“Oh dear-!”

Nadia scrambles off the horse and rushes to your side, where you’re spitting out dirt and groaning at your ripped clothing.

“M/c, are you hurt?! That was quite a fall.”

As if she spoke it into existence, you start to notice aches and pains throughout your body. You start to panic- you’ve never fallen off a horse like that. Did you sprain anything? It doesn’t seem like it... then what’s this pain?

You feel your entire face heat up.

How humiliating!

Nadia doesn’t give it a second thought. She’s already got her manicured hands on you, examining for any major injuries. You stare in silence, partly unsure how to respond- you’re just so mortified. What kind of fool falls off a horse with their hands on the reins?

“Ah, I’m fine...” you start. It doesn’t ease the worry on Nadia’s face until you stand up with her. Your tailbone feels a bit sore, but there’s no way you’re going to admit to her that you literally fell on your ass.

“Let’s get ourselves home. Oh... I hate to make you get back on, but we’re quite a ways from the palace. We’ll have to ride back.”

Yup.

You’re still mortified, but you’ve finally arrived home.

I should have pretended to pass out. I can’t believe this.

Part of you wants to laugh, but you’re silent, hidden away in your shared bedroom while Nadia examines you more thoroughly. It turns out you didn’t land the fall unscathed.

You bear a few marks here and there. Minor scratches and bruises- ones that you could easily erase yourself with a simple press of your fingertips. That being said... something holds you back from healing yourself.

Nadia’s playing the role of a doctor, catering to your injuries.

She traces over each scrape with a warm washcloth, no matter how small of a scratch it is. The damp fabric is soothing against your cold skin, making your muscles relax underneath her touch. Her eyes are fixed intensely on what she’s doing- making sure every part of you is treated with care.

You sit in silence, eyes following her every move. You study her, really. It’s fascinating to see her like this- knowing she could easily have doctors tend to you- knowing you could do this yourself.

She hums to herself, kissing the marks on your back and tracing along the scrapes as if she could erase them with her touch.

“Thank you, my love.” You say. “I feel much better.”

It’s true. Maybe love is medicine.

“Good.” She raises an eyebrow towards you, and you see a glimpse of her playful nature shine through her haughty expression. “Because I’m not quite done with you yet. We still have a few hours before dinner time, do we not?”

“W-what did you have in mind?” You try not to let your nerves take over.

You may have gotten the best of the Devil, but you got your ass handed to you by a horse- and you’re not sure if you can handle more adventure tonight..

“Don’t look so afraid, m/c! The last thing I want to do is put you under any more stress today. I’ll have a bath drawn for us.”

You swear you can physically feel your bones settle from the relief. You find yourself starting to laugh.

It’s really kind of funny, now that the embarrassment’s rubbed off. You can’t get the image of yourself toppling into a bush out of your head. How the hell did Nadia keep a straight face?

It’s like she read your mind, and before you know it the two of you are giggling like children.

You sit like that for a few moments, enjoying each other’s laughter.

It’s so nice to see Nadia smile- truly smile. Her entire face lights up and her giggles somehow feel so special- maybe because you’re the only one who really gets to see her like this.

Everything about her is enchanting- even when you’re suffering through a bruised tailbone and a memory that’s forever burned into your head, you’re just so in love, you’d do it all over again if it’d make her laugh like this.

“Come, dear.” Nadia extends her arm forward. She’s still wearing her riding clothes. You’re finally brought to your feet, eager to soak in a pool of warm water.

“I think you’ve earned yourself a massage.”

#the arcana #the arcana fic #the arcana nadia #nadia satrinava #nadia #mine #my writing #nadia x mc #countess nadia #fluffy #fluff #funny?#funny

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owlswritingcafe · 2 years

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♠ All Tied up with no Loose Ends ♠ (Fully GN Edition)

Kinks/CW: Dominance switching, tying up (friend), toys (both), Teasing, overstimulation, blindfolded (friend), slight body worship

Reader type: No pronouns, No body parts described

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: You had just gotten back home from work, despite a shorter than usual day, you were quite tired. However, the usual smug face of your friend was nowhere to be seen. Wherever could he have gone?

A/N: This is for the @stnaf-vn contest! I,,,, did not have enough energy to write a completely new fic, so I did a revamped version of the friend kinktober fic i did last month. The changes I did weren’t too big, I took out any body part mentions and added a tiny aftercare moment at the end.

Today was a very exciting day for you.

You’ve just gotten out of a long day of work and you asked Friend if he could do a little something for you once you get home. You opted to walk home today so you can stretch out your legs for a much needed walk. God knows what sitting hunched over for almost 4 hours straight does to your back, let alone your legs.

The walk home was rather relaxing, a much needed stretch after today’s workload. Speaking of, it was oddly nice of your boss to have cut your work hour by half for the day.

Just enough time for something you and Friend planned for tonight.

You open the apartment door only to be greeted with… Nothing.

The home was dark and you could almost hear a pin drop in this silence, even the birds or raccoons outside weren't making a peep. Turning on the light, everything seems to be in proper order, nothing is ruffled up nor was there even a speck of dust in the place. Strange for Friend to not greet you as usual.

Perhaps, he is downstairs?

Opening the door to the basement, you hear a few shuffles just a bit further down the basement. Watching your step as you go down, you can hear the noise start to get a bit louder and more erratic as you get close to its source.

Now in the center of the room, you turn on the room’s light to reveal…

Friend.

Tied up, blindfolded, and fully erect ontop of the bed (the cherry on top was the bullet vibrator that was wrapped around his twitching cock).

Sitting down on the bed, the sudden dip in the bed caused Friend to jolt up a bit in surprise.

“S-Sweetheart, is that you?” You smiled, Friend was just so cute… You gently caressed Friend’s blindfolded face, causing a shiver to crawl its way up your tied up friend’s spine.

“Yup. I finished work a bit earlier than usual,” Your hand traveled downwards, caressing Friend’s bare chest and teasing his nipple on the way down. The moment you teased his sensitive nipple, it was like something snapped inside him, ropes of thick cum shot from his hard cock and onto his bare stomach.

You tsked, and he was doing so well…

“Aw, Friend, you were doing so well for me these past couple hours… What a naughty boy, just cumming from a simple touch.” Friend whined in response. How cute…

“Sweetheart puh-please… I need you!” You press your index finger against his lips, shutting him up immediately, as if taming a whining dog, and removed the bullet vibrator.

“No, no, no~ I can’t reward someone who didn’t keep their end of the promise.” Your smile only widened as Friend started to squirm against you and the restraints. “But. You made it this far, so maybe a little treat is okay once in a while.” You giggled as you got up and opened one of the nearby drawers and retrieved a good sized suction-cup dildo. Placing the toy on top of Friend’s abdomen, just above the poor man’s hardened cock, you made sure to remove his blindfold so he could see every little thing of what you were doing. Friend’s eyes slowly adjusted to the light of the room and was greeted with the sight of you sucking on the toy, inches away from his neglected cock.

“Please.. Please just, touch me…” Every whimper that escaped his drool ridden lips fed the little monster inside you that loved seeing him so cute and begging you for more. You almost wanted to give into his demands.

Almost.

You continued sucking the toy as Friend watched, his body squirming and wanting you to properly touch him already. You gave the toy a few more teasing licks, making sure Friend’s eyes were on you as you licked from the base of the toy and glide your tongue to the blunt tip of the toy. Typically, you prefer Friend over a toy like this, but, this was supposed to be more of a punishment for him.

Sitting up, you remove the annoyingly constricting work clothes you had on and sat yourself on top of Friend, feeling the suction cup toy bump against your ass. You spread your legs wider, giving Friend an unfiltered view of your delicious body, the bound blonde involuntarily moaned at the sight of you. Everything about you was almost ethereal to him, as if there was a God before his very eyes that he just needed to worship right then and there. You watched with hungry eyes as Friend did the same with you, taking in every ounce of your body as if he was a dying man in a desert and your body was an oasis in his time of need.

Lifting yourself upwards, you tease the tip of the toy against your hole, making sure Friend sees every part of you, taking the toy instead of his aching cock.

“Fuck, please. I want to be inside you sooo bad… I don’t know how long I’m going to last.” You hummed as Friend continued to whine like a pup who didn’t get what he wanted.

“Well. Maybe you should have thought ahead before breaking your promise, darling~” Friend bit his lip as he watched you go oh so slowly up and down the toy, it was absolutely agonizing for him (and you, but watching him attempt to hold himself back was totally worth it).

You could feel Friend squirm as you continue to thrust the toy into yourself. As you continued to get yourself off, you almost didn’t hear the little growl from the tied up man.

“S…Sweetheart. What color?” Looking down, you could see Friend’s gaze. But there was something in his eyes, something telling you he wasn’t just hungry.

He was starving.

A devious little smirk made its way onto your lips, you really did have him wrapped around your finger.

“Green, darling.” The moment those words escaped your lips, Friend tore right through his bindings as if they were paper. A part of you felt annoyed, those knots took you forever to tie…

Suddenly, you were on your back, the tables have turned.

The blond took the toy out, careful not to hurt you in the process, before you could whine at the empty feeling inside you, Friend filled you to the brim with his hard cock. You felt Friend slowly thrust inside you, making sure you could better adjust to his size.

“Fuck, look at you, Sweetheart. You were all high and mighty before, and now look at you…” But you could barely understand what he was saying as you left scratches against his back. “I could just eat you right up… In every way possible.” You felt Friend’s tongue travel from your collarbone to the tip of your jaw.

You could feel your core tighten. Friend cupped your face, prodding at your soft lips with his thumb, a silent order to suck. You allowed, and let the blond’s finger explore your mouth. Friend’s thumb pressed down on your tongue, opening your mouth and showing him your drooling, fucked out face to which Friend’s smirk only widened.

Removing his thumb from your mouth, his hand drifted downwards and caressed your body as his hand finally reached its destination, you could feel your body shiver in anticipation. Much like with Friend, the moment his fingers started to caress you, the tension inside you snapped. Even through your orgasm, Friend continued his actions to your sensitive sex, he let out a dark chuckle as you gripped onto his arm tightly from the overstimulation.

“So cute… You can dish it out, but can’t handle the same treatment.” Friend pepper kisses all over your drool ridden face. “Let me show you exactly how I wanted it.” Friend’s pace became much more erratic as he continued to stimulate your sex.

Honestly, with how this is going, you’re probably going to be up all night. It’s a good thing you don’t have to work tomorrow. You’re probably going to be sore for the rest of the week at this rate.

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You laid on the bed with Friend, his head on your chest. You can hear Friend’s soft snoring as you two laid in bed, you admired his face as he slept. Honestly, he doesn’t even have to try to be able to tug at your heart strings.

He’s the one who has you wrapped around his fingers.

#stnafgame #see thru need a friend game #Stnaf #friend stnaf #My writing #hardies #tw yandere #yandere #stnaf contest #My art #friend (stnaf)#Nsft

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durtlesloveformagi · 4 years

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Hey Guys, I just wanna share a very old story and arts that I did regarding on how Baira Sharma, my oc, and Koumei Ren first met in their early-mid teens. This will also show how Baira's personality was like before he disappeared/kidnapped for 6 years which will change quite a bit, but never lost his feelings/love/hopes for Koumei. Although there will be changes in the story in the future. Sorry if I had a couple of them out of characters. ^^'

Okay! Let get on with the story and remember that this is very old arts and story.

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The Day We Met

Story and Oc Created by Durtle on March 24, 2019

Magi is not mine obviously, and this is for fun!

Do not steal my oc or my storyplot!

Location: The Kou Empire Palace's royal stable for the horses.

Kouen was dragging his little brother, Koumei, to the royal stable after kicking him out of his own bed and it was already past noon. Koumei was not looking forward going to the stable because he was too tired to do anything and wanted to be lazy. Koumei let his body go limp to send a message to his big brother that he wanted to do nothing today, but it did not stop Kouen as he kept dragging him on.

Koumei: Why are you taking me to the stable, Brother?... * he whined a bit as he tilted his head over*

Kouen: Because a bird told me that you had not been practicing your horse back riding, Koumei.

Koumei: ...and this bird doesn't happen to be Hakuren?

Beside that, I am perfectly capable of riding a horse, Brother.

Kouen: *shot his brother a harsh glare as he asked him a very good question* and exactly when was the last time you ridden a horse?

Koumei: !!! ... I can't recall when the last-

Kouen: -then you practice! That's final, Koumei!

Koumei: Noooooo... I don't wanna...

Kouen: TCH!

Koumei: Why do I need to practice that badly?

Kouen: I am pretty sure horse back riding was one of the requirements if we wants to serve Hakuyuu and Hakuren. Beside, they told me that the one of the princes from Hindrica, Prince Baira Sharma, loves it and wanted to invite us along on trails. Take it as a huge honor to ride with the princes, Koumei!

Koumei: Geez... You takes this too seriously... Why is that Hindrica Prince here again? Isn't his country an isolated kingdom with big walls that will never allow anyone in or out without the King's permission?

Kouen: Yes, Hindrica have walls that our empire can't defeat and they are on oversea lands, so it will be very complicated to claim the territory. The Hindrican Prince is here because his grandfather, King Anupam, and our Emperor reach to some agreements where we could unite our forces one day. Every summer, King Anupam will send his grandsons, Baira and Sachan, to here where they can learn our culture as we learn theirs. Although we are not allow to enter Hindrica just yet.

Basically, we just need to spend some times with them and teach them our ways.

Koumei: *sighed dramatically* Why can't they get this over with and sign a peace treaty than wasting our times playing horsey rides?

Kouen: I agree with you, Koumei. Now get on!

Koumei: Huh?! *Koumei realized he did not noticed a grey Hidaka stallion which was already saddled in front of him until now. He felt uneasy because it had been a while as he might slip off and injure himself.* Can we do this another time, Brother? I don't feel well...

Kouen: Get. On. The Horse!

Koumei flinched at the last word of Kouen's as he finally gave in to his naggings. The messy redhead went to the stepstool that was set there next to the horse, and it did not even notice him. Koumei grabbed on the horn of the saddle with one hand as the other guided the stirrup to one of his feet. When he put some weight on his foot with the stirrup, he tried to move his second foot over to the other side of the saddle gently, but unfortunately he lost balance as he accidently slouched down harshly, startling the stallion.

The Hidaka Stallion swiftly stood up on its two legs as it neighed wildly like it was being attacked. Koumei panicked as he unconsciously held onto the horse. Kouen almost panicked as well, but he kept on a brave face for his brother as he ran straight toward the frightened stallion to grab the reins, not caring he might hurt himself. As soon as he grabbed the reins, the horse bolted as it dragged Kouen across the ground, causing his fingers to slip off the reins and left him behind. Koumei was still on the horse as he screamed for help!

Koumei: HELP! PLEASE! STOOOOP!

Kouen: GRAB THE REINS, YOU IDIOT!

The Hidaka Stallion kept galloping, yet it seems like its does not know where it going as it stayed in a straight line. From a distance, there was a group of three princes minding their own business, strolling with their horses. The two imperial princes of Kou Empire had their own Hidaka stallions, and Prince Baira had brought his Marwari Stallion along from his country. The princes halted their horses as soon they heard screamings as they looked over their shoulders as saw Koumei on a runaway horse.

Hakuren: Is that Koumei?!

Hakuyuu: Oh dear...

Just before the imperial princes had a chance to think, the Hindrican Prince already made his move as he commanded his steed to follow the rouge stallion. Just when the Marwari Stallion got close enough, Prince Baira quickly got up on the seat of the saddle with his feet as he skillfully kept his balance. Koumei did not notice someone was trying to save him until he felt something just jumped on behind him.

Baira: I got you!

Prince Baira hastily reached for the reins as Koumei tried his best to stay out of his way. Once he grabbed a good hold of it, he started to redirect the stallion to calm down and it worked because it was slowing down along with the Marwari Stallion. The frightened horse had finally stopped. Koumei let out a huge sigh of relief, but only to earn some chuckles behind him. The messy redhead turned his head to see who was his savior, and the only thing that captured him was the Prince's gorgeous golden green eyes. Koumei felt his cheeks burns while he can feels his heart pounding as he tried to break the gaze, but failed.

Baira: Are you alright? ... Koumei? Is it?

Koumei: !!! *snapped out of his gazings* Y-Yes! I am safe, thanks to you-!!! ... I am sorry, but who are you again?

Baira: *let out a heartly laugh as he slipped off the horse* Why I am Baira Sharma. One of the princes of Hindrica~

Koumei: Ehhh?! You are- I mean! Your highness, I apologizes for my carelessness that frightened the horse and wasted your times upon me. *bows his head furiously toward him*

Baira: *laughs again* Don't worry about it, Koumei. Here allow me. *Puts his hands on Koumei's side to help him to get off the horse and he let him* And beside, it's not your fault that you frightened this creature.

Koumei: It's not, your highness?

Baira: *gently grabbed the Hidaka Stallion's noseband and guided its face toward Koumei* If you look closely, the mane had not been groomed for a long time and the hair covered its eyes. So it's not surprising that this horse got startled.

Koumei: !!! I did not realize that...

Kouen: Koumei!!!

Koumei and Baira looked over to a direction where Kouen who had hitched a ride with Hakuyuu with Hakuren trotting toward them.

Hakuren: Are you two alright?

Baira: Yup. This little miss here was shaken, but she is alright. Ha! *pats on Koumei's messy hair*

Koumei flinched as he heard Baira's last sentence. Baira thought he was a girl. Sure, he got long hair and pinkish clothings, but still! He slowly turned to the Hindrica Prince and he never felt so furious and embarrassed at someone before.

Koumei: I am not a girl! *kicked Baira's in the knee*

Baira: Huh?! *not even phased by the kick because it felt like he was being attacked by a small pigeon against his knee*

Kouen, Hakuyuu, and Hakuren: !!!!!

Koumei: Wahh! I hate you!!!

Kouen: What the heck!

Hakuyuu: Oh dear...

Hakuren: Koumei! Noooooo!

(At least we knew where did Kougyoku got the dramatic meltdown from. LOL JK)

The two Imperial Princes and Kouen got very nervous because how else will they explain to Emperor Hakutoku if King Anupam decided to call off the arrangements with such simple assault against Baira. What even more shocking was that Koumei, out of all the people, was the one who did the assault. When Koumei realized what he had done, he took his cue to run for it back to the palace in a hurray to hide his embarrassments. Kouen tried to called Koumei back to apologize to Baira, but he apologized on behalf of Koumei instead along with Hakuyuu and Hakuren as they hope nothing will affects anything in the future. Baira reassured them that he was not the type of person who would tattletale over silly things, and he said it was his fault for upsetting Koumei. The Kou Princes and Kouen felt so relief that Baira was such a honest and selfless person.

As the time for the supper of the day approaches, Koumei decided to stay in the garden to hide as he sat on the ground near the bushes. He did not wanted to show his face at dinner, especially with Prince Baira there. He never felt so ashamed of his childlish act toward him. He thought he would not dare to lash out like that, but it was Baira's fault for upsetting him. Yet, he never felt something like that toward to someone before.

Koumei: That jerk...

Baira: Who is the jerk?

Koumei flinched as he slowly turned to see Baira, but this time he was not wearing his head wrap as his hair was in full view. Koumei got nervous because he thought he was going to get some scolding or yelling, but Baira sat down next to him with a laugh.

Baira: I am just kidding. I know I was a jerk before.

Koumei: But your highness, I never usually-

Baira: You can drop all that "your highness" nonsense since we are friends now. Ha ha. *gets closer*

Koumei: F-Friends?

Baira: Yup! I also wanted to apologize for assuming you being a girl. It's just that during my studies with language, I learned that Koumei was a common name for girls.

Koumei: Ohhh... The name. That makes sense. I guess you were a bit too deep in your studies for that kind of assumption, but interesting observation though. Thanks for apologizing... and I apologize for kicking you when you did not deserve it.

Baira: No apologies needed. I got plenty from your brother and your cousins nonstop. Ha ha ha! And you know what... Koumei really suits you! The meaning-

Koumei: -ah *rolled his eyes* The meanings of my name. I know. It's being a bright person I am. Nothing new.

Baira: Yes, but...

Baira pulled up his hand toward Koumei, but the redhead shut his eyes, expecting some kind of impacts for being a smarty-pants like usual. Yet, there was no impact and Koumei only felt one of his cheeks being gently caressed. Koumei opened his eyes and look up ahead, only to see Baira looking at him so sweetly. Koumei was confused and he wondered if this was one of Hindrican greetings.

Baira: Koumei, there is a part of your name that means "Beautiful," and it really suits you!

Koumei: !!! *blushed*

The feelings that Koumei had when he first saw Baira's eyes came back and this time was because of his kindness and intelligent. Koumei couldn't believe his ears and wondered if Baira's blind. No one had ever called Koumei beautiful before. Just weirdo or mop head, but not beautiful. Koumei never thought there would be a boy who was kind, intelligent, selfless, athletic, and most of all handsome would called him beautiful.

Baira: So... Is this is the Kou Empire way of bonding as friends, Koumei?~

Koumei: !!!?

Koumei took it back because Baira was a complete clueless, oblivious idiot who don't know how to read the mood!

(He will learn the moods in the future though LOL JK)

Koumei was not amused, yet disappointed, as he pushed the prince's hand off of his face, but he understood that Baira was trying to be friendly. Maybe too friendly.

Koumei: If you just wants to be just friends, then friends don't just go caressing each other's cheeks.

Baira: They don't? *tilted his head over like a confused puppy*

Koumei tried not to laugh at his adorable facial expression as he tried to cleared his throat.

Koumei: No, they don't, Baira.

Baira: .... !!! Oh! Oh crap! I am so sorry! *blushes a bit as he just got the idea of what he just did* But I really did meant that you are beautiful.

Koumei: Never mind that! *tries to hide his blushing face with his sleeves*

Baira: Sorry... back in my country, we don't have many friendly public gestures in a long time, and I just went with the flow here. But hey! Now, I have you as a friend, you can teach me all about it!

Koumei: Eh?! I am not sure if I am suited to teach you that kind of thing since I don't have many friends.

Baira: Then we will learn together! So what do you say? Friends forever? *put out his hand for Koumei to shake*

Koumei sat still for a minute as he thought about it. He wasn't very sure of it since Baira was a bit childish for a 15 years old, but he was so sweet and would not mind to spend more times with him at all as the redhead took the prince's hand and shook it.

Koumei: Friends Forever.

Baira smiled gleely like a child and Koumei could not help it but laughed at him. From that day on, the two boys became good friends and grew closer as years goes by.

Hope yall enjoyed this. :3

#magi #magi oc #koumei x oc #ren koumei #ren kouen #cannon x oc #original fiction #original comic #original character

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honyakuninakunaru · 4 years

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Support Found Amidst The Sky // Murr SSR Card Story

CHAPTER 1

Akira: "...My, it's already this late. I still haven't adapted to the way things are here, have I? A day goes by in the blink of an eye! I faced a lot of things today too. It's kind of a fresh experience though. The wizards are all very unique, but I've come to love them because of that, and I want to become dear friends with all of them."

???: "Knock-knock!"

Akira: "Hm?"

Akira: ("Is that supposed to be...the sound of knocking? They're vocalizing it though...")

Akira: "Is someone there?"

(Creak)

Murr: "Good evening, Master Sage!"

Akira: "Murr? What's up?"

Murr: "With me? A lot! Something's always up with me!"

Akira: "That's not what I meant... Let me rephrase that. Did something troublesome happen to you?"

Murr: "Mhm! Just now, Shylock and I were playing tag!"

Akira: "Tag?"

Murr: "Yep! He might find me soon, so will ya let me hide here for a while? Or would you rather join us instead? Wanna run from Shylock together?"

Akira: ("Now's my chance to get closer with Murr... But it's so late...")

Akira: "...Yawn."

Murr: "Oh?"

Akira: ("Oops...")

Murr: "That was a bi~g yawn just now! Are ya feelin' sleepy?"

Akira: "S-sorry. I was actually about to go to bed..."

Murr: "You're gonna sleep even if the moon is so pretty tonight? What a waste~ If I were you I'd stay up until the sun rises, y'know?"

Akira: "Until sunrise...? You sure are passionate, Murr..."

Murr: "Ahaha! Your eyelids are looking kinda heavy. If today won't do, then we're gonna play next time, when your eyes are properly open!"

(Footsteps)

Shylock: "Just when I was wondering where you could've gone."

Akira: "Shylock?"

Murr: "Shoot! He found me!"

Shylock: "Pardon the interruption, Master Sage. I will be retrieving this straggling cat, so please rest assured."

Murr: "Bye-bye, Master Sage! See ya tomorrow!"

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(The next day) (Courtyard)

Akira: ("...Morning already? It's always so bright in this room...")

Murr: "Morning, Master Sage!"

Rutile: "Good morning!"

Akira: “Whoa!

Akira: ("W-why are these two the first thing I see...and so up close!? Moreover, where...")

Murr: "You finally woke up!"

Akira: "G-good morning. Um...Why am I in the courtyard...?"

Murr: "I told ya we were gonna play today, yeah? That's why I carried ya over while you were asleep!"

CHAPTER 2

Akira: "Did Murr invite you too, Rutile...?"

Rutile: "Yes. This morning, Murr came up to me and asked me if I wanted to play with you two."

Murr: "He taught me a game from the Southern Country!"

Akira: "A game from the South?"

Murr: "Yup! I'm gathering games from different countries and studying their regional differences! The games from every country should differ at least a little, right? Just like the taste of fruits and songs alter depending on the area. Or they might be all the same!"

Akira: "I see...! What kind of games are common in the South, Rutile?"

Rutile: "Well, games for wizards tend to be a bit extreme in general."

Akira: ("Extreme!?")

Murr: "Ahaha! Master Sage, excitement is written all over your face! Will ya join us?"

Akira: "I'll try to keep up...!"

Akira: ("I'm getting the same feeling right before a ride on a roller coaster at an amusement park...")

Rutile: "There's this game from my childhood that I really liked... First, you draw several circles on the ground. Then, you jump through each one, and whoever runs through all of them and reaches the end, wins."

Murr: "And if ya lose?"

Rutile: "There's a punishment game!"

Akira: ("Huh, that sounds very similar to hopscotch.")

Akira: "There's a game just like this in my world, too."

Rutile: "Is that so? Then you should know how to play!"

Murr: "Hey, don'tcha think it will be more fun if we do it like this? <Eanul Lambru>!"

Akira: "Whoa...!"

Akira: ("The circles started floating...!")

Murr: "It's boring if you can only run on land!"

Akira: ("Mid-air hopscotch... Now that's pretty extreme!")

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(Whoosh)

Rutile: "...All clear!"

(Whoosh)

Murr: "Ta-dah! I'm done, too!"

Akira: ("Wow, these two ran past me with such ease...")

Murr: "You're next, Master Sage!"

Akira: "A-alright!"

Akira: ("I've ridden on a broom before, but this is a bit too high... Just gotta make sure not to look down!")

Akira: "Here we go! ...Whoa!"

Akira: ("The difference in size and height of the circles makes it difficult to jump from one to another...!")

Akira: "And another one! ...A?"

Akira: ("Shit...! I'm falling!")

Murr: "<Eanul Lambru>!"

Rutile: "<Ortonik Setomaoje>! A-are you alright?"

Murr: "Your eyes are all wide!"

Akira: "...Pff...Ahaha!"

Rutile: "Master Sage?"

Akira: "I'm sorry. I ended up laughing at how scared I got just now."

Murr: "Did ya have fun?"

Akira: "Yeah, lots! Thank you for inviting me."

Murr: "There's another game in line, the fun's just starting!"

Rutile: "Another game?"

Murr: "Yep, yep! It’s the loser's punishment game!"

CHAPTER 3

Akira: "...Is this really a punishment game?"

Murr: "It is! You gotta take a stroll around the sky on my broom!"

Rutile: "I'm very happy to fly side by side with you, Master Sage."

Akira: ("...I was prepared for something more intense, but this will do.")

Murr: "Look! Over there! A flock of migrating birds!"

(Flap-flap)

Rutile: "Ah, you're right. I wonder where are they headed."

Murr: "We're gonna find out if we follow em! Let's go!"

Rutile: "While we're at it, how about we make it a race, Mister Murr? Let’s see who will catch up to the flock first."

Murr: "Sounds good! We're starting right now!"

Rutile: "Okay!"

Akira: "Wait─!"

(Whoosh)

Akira: ("T-the pace picked up all of a sudden!")

Rutile: "As expected of Mister Murr! But I won't lose─!"

Murr: "Ahaha! Faster, faster!"

Akira: ("Too fast, too fast...! How many kilometres per hour are we hitting?")

Murr: "Closing your eyes is a no-go, Master Sage! It's too early to be sleeping!"

Akira: ("Ah, he got me... No can do. I'll open them just a little...")

Akira: ("Whoa! Such a beautiful sunset...!")

Rutile: "Pretty, isn't it. It's as if the sky was set ablaze."

Akira: "Yeah... The whole city is bathed in orange hues, and it feels like you can touch the sun!"

Akira: ("So that's what a sunset looks like from the sky...")

Murr: "This is miles different from when you first rode on my broom, right, Master Sage? This time, we're having fun!"

Akira: ("He's right... Everything was a bit scary at the beginning. But now, I have trust in Murr and everyone else, because we are friends.")

Murr: "Hey, Master Sage?"

Akira: "Yes?"

Murr: "...Are you glad that you became friends with us?"

Akira: "Murr..."

Akira: ("Did he invite me because he noticed I wanted to become closer with everyone...?")

Rutile: "Come and hop on my broom next time, Master Sage!"

Akira: "Yes, by all means!"

Murr: "Let's see, who can I get to teach me new games tomorrow?"

Rutile: "Oh, how about the Northern Wizards? You might discover some interesting ones if you do!"

Murr: "I will! Sounds like fun!"

Akira: ("G-games of the North... Now those might be extreme...")

Murr: "Were ya nervous, back then, Master Sage? Or were ya excited?"

Akira: "Umm... Both, maybe?"

Murr: "Ahaha! That's the bestest feeling in the world!"

Anticipation and uneasiness link hands and dance wildly in my chest. I have a feeling that my days will continue with this everlasting touch of excitement.

No, I'm sure there will be more unusual affairs and wonderful events in the future. This feeling firmly settled within me, as I basked in the setting sun.

Relevant Conditions // Card Episode Story

(Murr's Room)

Akira: "Murr, what would you say is the best way to get along with you?"

Murr: "Do ya wanna be buddies, Master Sage?"

Akira: "Mhm. That's why I'd like to know if there's anything I can do..."

Murr: "I see. Then, I'll tell you!"

Akira: "I’m all ears!"

Murr: "The first thing you can do to get along with me, is play games! Games with me will get you super-duper excited! The more excited you are, the more we'll get along!"

Akira: "I see... Anything else?"

Murr: "You gotta know interesting stuff that I don't know of! If you have any stories about foreign games or strange creatures, I'd love to listen! Your world sounds like it's lots of fun!"

Akira: "Does that make you 'super-duper excited' as well?"

Murr: "You got it! I love that feeling!"

Akira: "Thank you, Murr, I'll keep that in mind."

Murr: "Ah! I forgot a real important thing!"

Akira: "Important?"

Murr: "Don't go imitating others! The way you are right now is best! That's the best way to become my friend. Don't forget that, Master Sage."

#mahoyaku #translation #murr

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littlefoxluna · 4 years

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Update and Storytime

SO much for an early bedtime....

I haven't been writing much because my health as been up and down (Not COVID, pre-existing conditions). So I'm lacking spoons and my social circles have been shrinking due to life, health, and COVID. I'm still here and its been rough. So most of the health issues have been migraines and chronic pain (triggered by the weather as of late). Because of the migraines, my mental health is being affected, the migraines are taking away my online social life. COVID and life changing events have my rl social circles in a bad place.

SO STORYTME!

I didn't sleep well last night (being sat night) and finally wore down enough to fall asleep sometime before Bob came home. It's before one and it wasn't that bright out from what the cracks of light showing. Damian got me up about three times over this black mouse that Rayla was playing with and he needs to find it cause it got away. Considering the hallway was still dark due to the blackout currents, a mouse could look black with its dark winter fur in that type of lighting.

I'm like "Relax and go do something to calm down. If it was a mouse, it's not going to let you find it if Ray was playing with it." after him poking me once Bob got home. ''I'm going to nap some more because my body is still drained." So I applied if you need me, come and wake me (including the rules for the door if someone knocks as a reminder) rule. I was dozing enough to hear him moving about downstairs in the living room, kept an ear out for anything out of the normal for his sounds. Because Damian is loud and has no quiet mode about himself or his movements, sneaky rouge, he is not. I will admit there are times he is quiet, prompting me to go check in on him.

It was close to two, things changed and because it was out of character. I get up to go investigate and find him trying to tear the room apart and moving things around for this mouse, having an anxiety attack. So I calm him down and told him he couldn't do this. Explaining this would only wear him out and cause him to crash hard if he spends the day looking for this mouse.

Then Damian explains that he was worried about the mouse's safety and wants to catch it, releasing it to the wild. Me respecting my son's concern for another life, sits him down, and has the nature talk with him. I make sure his intentions are very honorable and I respect his concern for other life, I've taught him well. I'm highly proud of him. I also explained that if the issues of a mouse infestation can cause if we don't take care of it right away. No lies, but being kind and honest.

Damian didn't realize fully mice were prey animals and was saddened by this news. However, he took it really well and gave me his response to it all.

Basically, he understands predators (hawks, snakes, wild cats.) need to survive and have to kill other animals for food sources. Rayla has us and doesn't need to kill the mouse for food, so killing it and letting it go to waste was a bad thing. Of curse, I had to explain that even though Rayla has us. She still has her predatory instincts because nature still has them wired into her. So animals like birds and mice are still prey to her and she must hunt them down. She doesn't think like us.

I stayed up for a bit, helped him with his lunch. He couldn't cook what he wanted yet. Breakfast was crackers, cereal, and a corndog he has stashed away. Felt exhausted after a bit, because migraines as of late have been fun.

Laid down to gather spoons again, not soon after Bill was up and about (4pm). Still not falling fast asleep and kept an ear out, even with Bill being up. That light dozing was soon disturbed because hello loud bass, my old friend. Yup, no more trying to pull myself out of exhaustion and did all of the precautions to prevent a migraine. However, my luck wasn't playing for an estimate of an hour with weird on and off again pauses. No, no, no it lasted till nine, non-stop. So thankfully, no migraines but overstimulated senses and an anxiety-ridden child over a mouse, enhanced by the bass. So where does this leave me? Bad anxiety attack to the point of me shaking because I was overstimulated. So while Bill and I decided to order out for ease, we sat downstairs where it was much quieter.

Between 9 and 9:30 we go up, then I start helping Tea with her webcomic. Trying to resize her picture so I wouldn't lose its quality. I have the knowledge on how to do it, I don't know my software that well to risk someone's project. Tea just got her software to draw and was still learning.

At some point when Bill slipped off and before Damian's bedtime, Damian comes up and meets me at the doorway to my bedroom (hail hydrate). He looks embarrassed as fuck, holds out his hand, and goes "I've found my mouse." It was a battery pack for an x-box 360 controller.

But wait there is more......

Around midnight, I think, I get off to start getting around for bed and I forgot to tell everyone about my exploits of today/yesterday (for those considering midnight the day changer). So I quickly tell Bob, Mike, and Bill. I didn't talk to Bob too much today due to our sleeping schedules and I didn't know how much Bill overheard. So I gave today's events in a nutshell. As soon as I was done texting Mike, a mouse ran into the room and stopped, tried to run out but smacked into the wall. Thus causing the cat to jump into action, sending the mouse to do a weird path to the bed and then beelined it to the door. It managed to escape, leaving Ray thinking it was still under the bed. During the event, I got Bill's attention, and once it fled the room, trying to redirect the cat to where the mouse went off to (it failed miserably, silly humans no nothing).

I turn to Bill and go "Damian knows nothing. I'm going to go hunt down the igloo traps." For some odd reason, in this area, those traps are hard to find. We can the crocodile ones really easily. So it was an easy find, not expensive or anything. However, for 10 dollars, they had catch and release ones that were reusable. Thinking about how upset kiddo was over killing the mouse, catch and release ones were ordered. All we had on hand was the crocodile traps and I love my cat, I really do. But Ray is a dumbass at times and I didn't want to risk a vet bill or an upset Damian.

I'm pouring a drink after all of this. All of this was at two am and before writing this, I had to relax for a bit.

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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990

survey by starsareonly2nd

Have you ever been to Las Vegas? No. Doesn’t sound like my type of city. I wouldn’t mind visiting the rest of Nevada though.

What did you have for breakfast this morning? Just a cup of coffee; I skip breakfast except on Sundays, when we actually sit down at the dining table and eat as a family.

Do you have any loose change in your pocket? I don’t have any pockets right now but I do have very few coins in my wallet. I used to have plenty, but I’ve given most of them away because I usually give tips to the nice people who help me get out of parking spots.

Do you like Taylor Swift? I like some of her songs, especially the ones from 1989, but I have no idea why I just can’t get into her as a person.

What's your favorite Disney Channel movie? I haven’t tuned in to that channel for a very long time now, but the movies that I got the most excited about as a kid were Twitches, Wendy Wu, Camp Rock, The Cheetah Girls, and High School Musical 1 and 2.

If you met your favorite celebrity, would you be calm or star struck? I’d be starstruck in a calm way; like I’d most likely be too shocked to get more than a few words out. I’m sure I’d come off as shy or boring haha, which is why I’ve refused to meet or interact with my favorite celebrities even if I’ve already had the chance to.

Are there any lights on in the room you're in? I have a ceiling light and a desk lamp, but both are turned off. My only light source at the moment is my laptop screen.

What's your favorite subject in school? History.

What's your favorite holiday? My birthday, if that counts. Christmas can also be great but only for the food, the reunions with extended family, and the freedom to guiltlessly cut off contact with colleagues for a couple of weeks. All other aspects of it make me miserable though.

Do you ever have to do yard work? I’ve never had to do that before.

Is your school close to your house? I mean, it wasn’t a 10-minute walk away but it’s relatively close and driving to my university objectively doesn’t take too long unless there’s heavy traffic. If there’s absolutely no barriers I could get to school in 15-20 minutes, but this is really only just for weekends where I have to go to school for some reason. If there’s traffic (and there always is), I take anywhere from 45 minutes to an hour and a half.

Speaking of school, how did you get there today? I haven’t been to my school since the first week of March, and I’ve already graduated since then.

Do you think Bad Romance is a catchy song, or an annoying one? I can honestly tell you that I have genuinely never gotten sick of that song. It’s a late 2000s classic, man. Of course it was too explicit for my 11 year old ears when it first came out, but I found it catchy nonetheless.

Do you use perfect grammar online? I always try to be correct, yes. When I use improper grammar it’s usually because I’m joking.

Are you currently using a laptop? Yup.

Do you have any live versions of songs in your music software? I haven’t used iTunes in a while and Spotify, which I do use, doesn’t work that way.

Did/do you listen to Britney Spears songs? I’ve never skipped her singles whenever I caught them on the radio and I’ve always fairly enjoyed the music she puts out, but I normally don’t voluntarily listen to her i.e. look up her songs myself on Spotify.

Is it a windy day? It is now that it’s nighttime, but it was a little humid all day today.

In the past week, have you ridden in a taxi? No. I’m not actually sure if that’s even already allowed...the possibility of public transport is still pretty murky where I live.

What shorthand do you use the most? I have no idea what this means. I did try looking it up but I dunno if I’ve ever had to use shorthand at any point in my life.

Do you ever wish on stars at night? Every now and then, but it’s just the little kid in me.

What color are your eyes? Dark brown. I feel like I answer this at least once a week.

What album is the current song you're listening to off of? Not listening to music but the last song I heard is from an album called Petals For Armor.

What are you doing after you finish this? Try not to cry/break down. Find something to watch on YouTube. Maybe play with Cooper to destress and forget about my problems for a bit.

In your opinion, what song is the most overplayed right now? Other than songs I occasionally put on repeat, I have not heard any new music for a while now.

Are you in a band? Nope, never been.

How clean is your bedroom? We just tidied it up and rearranged a few things last month so I’d say it’s clean - at least tidier than it used to be. And I’m a little proud that despite how rough life has been, I’ve managed to keep it clean. It’s the little things.

Is there a pen within reaching distance of you? Yeah, there’s one on my desk and I can easily reach out and grab it.

Are you sitting at a desk? I’ve moved to my bed for now. My back does not appreciate sitting at a desk all day.

Does your favorite band have a male or female lead singer? Female.

Do you normally shut your bedroom door before you go to sleep? Yesssssssss. We have a light source by the stairs that extends to the hallway and reaches my room, so it gets super annoying if my door is even just slightly ajar because my eyes get distracted by the faint light. My door has to be completely shut for me to feel comfortable in the privacy of my room.

Have you seen the movie Moulin Rouge? I haven’t. I loooove Lady Marmalade, but I’m just not sure if the movie itself is my cup of tea.

Would you ever dye your hair a different color? I’d love to have the chance to do that, yeah.

Are there any framed pictures in the room you're in? There are a couple.

Have you ever been to a Broadway show? Nope.

Do you watch So You Think You Can Dance? I don’t think so but I do remember watching a few episodes of Dancing with the Stars because a wrestler that I liked was one of the contestants for one season. I’m just not sure of SYTYCD also featured wrestlers in their shows; if that has been the case in the past- and I’m just not sure because my memory is a little hazy - I would’ve given it a watch.

What's your favorite movie soundtrack? The Twilight Saga churned out some bomb ass soundtracks. Other than that, I also enjoyed Interstellar’s and Requiem for a Dream’s.

Do you prefer group or individual work? Depends on what kind of work needs to be done. If a task is graphic design or video editing-heavy, I would prefer to work with other people; but if it’s gonna be heavy on something that’s already my forte, I like to work by myself.

Do you have a key to anything besides your house? Just my car.

Are you wearing anything with stripes? Not at the moment.

What time did you go to sleep last night? 9:45 I think? A little later than 10? Somewhere along that range.

Did anyone tell you you were beautiful today? No.

What show did you last watch? Friends.

Do you think you'll do anymore surveys today? I doubt it. This one is already quite longer than the surveys I usually take.

What's your favorite ice cream flavor? Cookies and cream; and more recently, chocolate chip cookie dough.

When was the last time you stayed home from school sick? Sometime in February last year. I developed a fever the night before but wasn’t able to start feeling better by the next morning, so I had to skip the one class I had that day.

Could you ever complete a 500-piece puzzle? Yes. I’m actually planning to buy a 1000-piece jigsaw puzzle; it’s one of the items I’ve put on my cart recently. Depressed Robyn is also spend-a-lot-of-money-on-artsy-craftsy-supplies-Robyn, so.

If you could run a red light and not get caught, would you? Hell no.

Do you like to listen to music as you do your homework? Not usually, but sometimes I’ll put on lo-fi since that’s the only kind of music I can listen to and still keep my focus.

Did you think Adam Lambert's AMA performance was really that controversial? I’ve never encountered it, but I doubt I’ll have a problem with it if I do get to watch the performance. I love Adam Lambert and I've never found myself shaking my head at whatever he’s doing.

Do any bands flat-out annoy you? They’re a boy band more than anything but The Vamps has consistently irritated me through the years.

Do you have a mirror in your bedroom? No. I used to, but I gave it to my sister.

Was today a birthday for any of your friends? I don’t think so. With all my social media being deactivated I never get notified about birthdays anymore, but I’m fairly sure none of my friends blow out their candles every October 22nd.

When was the last time you rode in a limo? I’ve never been in one.

Do you take naps daily? No. I can’t really do that anymore since I have an 8-hour shift on weekdays, lol.

Do you still make Christmas lists? No.

Do you watch the show Dexter? I tried getting into the show because it used to always be said in the same breath as Breaking Bad, but I never got invested. I heard later seasons sucked too, so that also turned me off from continuing to pursue the series.

What's the background on your phone? I have a motivational comic that says “You’re doing really well given the circumstances” as my lockscreen. Cooper smiling is my home screen.

When were/will you be a a sophomore in high school? That was six years ago.

Are you scared of any animals? Any flying insect or bug, and I find them scarier if they come with a loud buzz.

Have you ever been to any sort of convention? YouTube Fanfest, if that counts as one. I’m not really sure what counts as a convention haha, but that’s the closest thing I’ve got.

Which song did you last listen to on repeat? Why We Ever by Hayley Williams.

Where do you want to live when you grow up? I’ve stopped thinking about that for now. My focus has since shifted to asking myself if I’ll still even be alive in a few years...ugh, how far we’ve fallen.

Are you currently using a blanket? No. It’s not cold enough for a blanket yet, but maybe in a few hours.

Are there any songs that make you cry? A lot.

How many siblings do you have? Two.

What are you doing this weekend? I have no idea.

Do you prefer swimming at the beach or in a pool? BEEEEEEEEACH. Once I took my first dip in a beach, I never wanted to swim in a pool ever again.

When was the last time you had a haircut? March.

Which musical instrument do you think sounds the prettiest? Piano, saxophone, and violin. Can’t pick a favorite; I think they all sound beautiful.

Are you in band or chorus at your school? I was never in either.

Do you know what you want for Christmas? Yeah but they’re all intangible. I want to be happy, be at peace, normalcy, etc. I’ve stopped pining for presents, especially now that I can afford my own shit.

Do you watch fireworks on New Year's Eve? Always.

Is your birthday within the next three months? Nope. You’ll have to add three more months to that timeframe.

How long is the song you're listening to? No music.

Are you anticipating anything this week? I’m waiting for a couple of very specific emails to come in, and I hope they do before the week ends.

Is your mom or dad the older parent? My dad, but only by 8 months. They were born in the same year.

Have you taken the SATs yet? I never had to take them, but I heard they’re triiiiiiiicky.

Do you watch anything on E? We never had E! in our cable service but I like tuning into that channel whenever we stay at hotels because I get to watch KUWTK, hehe.

Are you going to get off the computer now that you've finished this? Most likely.

#survey #surveys

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