#Dua For Someone To Return Home

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[harrysfolklore]

Tom meeting reader at an event and he’s just flirting the whole night and ends up getting her number

i watched the golden globes and got inspired to write this! i hope you like it <3

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

If there was an award for "most nervous person in attendance" at the Golden Globes, you'd have won it by now.

Award shows never failed to make your stomach feel in knots the entire time, specially when you were nominated, like tonight.

The Great had been a huge breakout role, a period drama that had captivated audiences and critics. Now, you stood among the nominees for Female Actor in a Television Series – Musical or Comedy at the Golden Globes, and you could feel your heart pounding as the moment of your category being announced approached.

"Love, are you okay?" you heard a voice calling for you, turning your head you realized that it was Dua (yes, the Dua Lipa) who was sitting next to you.

"Just a bit nervous," you told her with a small smile, "I think I'll head backstage for a minute, I need a breather."

She assured you with another smile and you made your way backstage, a commercial break started just on cue.

You had rehearsed your acceptance speech a dozen times in case you won, and also had a pep talk ready in case you didn't, yet the nerves persisted. You knew you were competing against some big names, and whatever the result people online would have something to say.

Your train of thought was interrupted by your body colliding with someone, almost dropping your clutch in the process.

"Whoa there, careful," a voice chuckled, catching your arm.

"Sorry, I didn't see where I was going," you said, your cheeks flushing from embarrassment, of course you'd run into someone in classic romcom cliche style.

"No harm done. You alright?" he grinned and you recognized him, it was the man who had been flooding your Tiktok for you page for the past month, Tom Blyth, "I'm Tom, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, I'm YN," you smiled back, "And yeah, I'm okay. Just a bit nervous about my category. Oh you're presenting it, aren't you?"

"I'll have the privilege, yes," his charm effortlessly showed, "And just so you know, I'm rooting for you. You were phenomenal in The Great, one of my favorite shows I watched last year."

Your nerves seemed to ease a bit, his presence and charm making you relax. There was something about him that felt comforting, even though it was your first time meeting him.

"Thank you, that's really nice," you smiled at him, "But I don't want to get too confident, the other nominees are just as great."

"Honestly, I'd bet my hat you're taking that Golden Globe home tonight."

Tom squeezed your arm gently and you smiled again, and before another word could be exchanged, a crew member's voice echoed through the backstage area announcing that the show was back from commercial break in 30 seconds.

"Well, looks like it's showtime" Tom glanced towards the exit, then back at you. "Knock 'em dead out there, YN. You got this."

"We'll see."

With a final wink sent your way, you parted ways. You returned to your seat and tried to enjoy the ceremony as much as you could, your nerves still in the back of your head but your interaction with Tom making you feel more at ease now.

"And now, presenting the award for Female Actor in a Television Series – Musical or Comedy, please welcome The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes star, Tom Blyth!"

You heard the host say and you knew t was time, and once again a wave of nerves and uncertainty filled your body.

The crowd erupted in applause as Tom stepped onto the stage, his confidence and charm shinning through.

"Good evening, everyone. It's an honor to be here tonight among such incredible talents," Tom smiled, "Here are the nominees for Female Actor in a Television Series, Musical or Comedy."

A video played showing all the nominees but you felt like your mind was numb, you didn't even realize it had ended until Tom's voice was heard again.

"And the Golden Globe goes to," he paused for suspense, and you could see a small smirk making its way to his face as he read the name, "YN!"

Time seemed to freeze, you tried to process everything as you heard the applause from the crowd and those around you congratulating you and before you knew it, you were on stage taking the award from Tom's hands and giving him a quick hug.

"I told you." He quietly whispered in your ear and gave you a wink, a moment that the cameras had caught.

You gave your speech, thanking your cast mates, directors, family, friends and the rest of the nominees. Once you were done you headed backstage with a proud smile and your newest award in hand.

The night went on and you definitely enjoyed every minute of it, mingling with other actors and thanking everyone who approached to congratulate you.

Once the ceremony wrapped up, you headed to the after party, you were sipping on a fruity drink by the bar when you felt a presence behind you.

"Hey, can I steal a moment with the newest Golden Globe winner?"

You turned around noticing it was Tom, he had changed to a different suit and you couldn't help but think that he looked really handsome.

"Sure, what do you need, president Snow?" you laughed, feeling a newfound confidence around him.

"How about your number? I'd hate to lose touch with Hollywood's latest sensation." Tom flashed his charming smile again, taking you by surprise and making your entire body feel giddy.

"Smooth, Blyth. Very smooth." Blushing furiously, you playfully rolled your eyes.

"Well, when you really really want something, smooth comes naturally."

And just like that, after winning a major award for your career and feeling on top of the world, you found herself exchanging numbers with Tom Blyth, excited to see where that would take you.

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✧₊⁺ Selena Gomez is probably going to move in with a lover this year. She can also have something that can transform her relationship, perhaps a proposal. Something is upgrading. She can also collaborate with some people when it comes to her career, but focus will be more on her family and personal side.

✧₊⁺ Timothée Chalamet is probably going to confuse people will his love life this year. Though, this will either be intended, or it will be because he is confused about what he wants himself. Will continue to be active in his acting career, but will also more rest probably this year. Though something can change in his relationship. He can end a relationship and start a new one, with someone who's hard working and perhaps also in the acting field.

✧₊⁺ Taylor Swift is going to work very hard on a new project, perhaps an album. This year is more about hard work, focus and busy schedule than actually releasing something. Potential hardships in her reputation coming too. Will also be more secret about her relationship. If she breaks up with current bf, she will have a secret relationship. Will feel more hated this year, and she can also have a fight with a friend.

✧₊⁺ Justin Bieber is going to be a father for sure. The baby is very important to him. But it seems like he will feel away from his wife? OR, he will feel spiritually connected to her. Not sure exactly, but JB is going to be more alone this year, perhaps also reflecting a lot on his life. Perhaps while reflecting more he will realize a lot of things when it comes to his role as a father and as a husband. He can also turn more into religion this year.

✧₊⁺ Hailey Baldwin Bieber is going to have hardships in her love life. She can be more private because of the baby, wanting more space from the public to spend more time with her baby. I think there is something changing deeply in her home life. Though she can post and talk a lot about how it feels like to be a mother and how it changed her life. A loooot of content on that. Being a mother will be her main thing this year.

✧₊⁺ Dua Lipa is also going to have more recognition this year, she can also have more success for a project, but she has a good reputation. She can also be more public about a relationship, officially going out together. There is a positive change coming. She is more focus on work this year.

✧₊⁺ Sabrina Carpenter is going to be more expressive about her relationship, perhaps also show her couple more. But she will def be out and more popular again. An era in her career can end this year too.

✧₊⁺ Billie Eilish is either going to be in a relationship, or in a sort of situationship. There will be struggles in it, or perhaps she will try again with someone from the past. OR it's someone she wanted to try with for a while and it's now happening. It can also inspire her in her career, or fast they will appear together. Is going to be more out and more active this year in her career. Also a big success coming!

✧₊⁺ Olivia Rodrigo isn't going to be too active this year. Perhaps is preparing a new project. She can also be more showy about her relationship, and talk more about it. Beginning of 2025, she can start to put out more a project in her career. It's going to be talked about a lot, but in a good way. A successful project. Her current love life can inspire her.

✧₊⁺ Rihanna nothing to say, she is veryyyy into staying with her family. Not sure she will get pregnant again this year, if it happens (still have 6 months in until her next solar return), it can be sudden. But im not sure tbh. I think she just loves to be a mother and is currently embracing this role. Next year she can talk she wants more babies. Or that she just loves to be a mom.

✧₊⁺ Ariana Grande is going to be very protective this year about her relationship. I think they can actually continue deeper in it, something will change, and perhaps people will also view the couple differently too. OR they can break up. If they do, she will stay single and reflect a lot on her own about it. I think she can also be truly inspire by her life experience to make more career projects and contents.

✧₊⁺ Zendaya will have a year focus on her career, success can be there. A good year for relationship too. She has chances to get engaged, but! It's a possibility, it can also mean it's just a good year overall for her love life. She can also post more about her lover, or just also post about the good news if it happens.

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golden hour | harry lewis

summary: singer!y/n releases an album and all songs are dedicated to harry <333

face claim: dua lipa

a/n: had so much fun making these edits, hope you all enjoy!!!

rest of my work hereeee : masterlist

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y/n_username posted a photo!

liked by ksi and 450,201 others! y/n_username working on something special 🎤💘 ...

taliamar wonder what it could be🤭 ↳ y/n_username you tell me miss mar

faithlouiseak you're so cute ↳ y/n_username you're the cutest???

ynfan53 sTOP are we getting a new album ?????

w2slover3 when y/n is in the studio you know we're about to be fed

ksi goat ↳ y/n_username 🫡

sidemenfan i'm so ready for my spotify wrapped to be dedicated to y/n

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y/n_username posted a photo!

liked by wroetoshaw and 450,249 others! y/n_username GOLDEN HOUR with my boy 🤍 tagged : wroetoshaw

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wroetoshaw moments before you fell and landed in the water ↳ y/n_username don't bait me out harry y/nfan2 did she mean to type in caps lol

sidemenlover5 why is y/n shouting in the caption

taliamar nice caption ↳ y/n_username really good isn't it

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y/n_username posted an instagram story!

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y/n_username posted a photo!

liked by wroetoshaw and 530,293 others! y/n_username so the news is out! my new album ‘golden hour’ is out november 24th!!! i’m so excited for you all to hear this, i’m so incredibly proud of it 🤍☀️pre order now. link in bio!!! tagged: taliamar, y/nmusic

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ksi legend

faithlouiseak omg can’t wait to hear it

taliamar i love you 🤍😭

wroetoshaw so proud my girl

y/nfan200 omg it’s coming out on harry’s bday

w2synlove HARRYS BDAY IS THE RELEASE DATE😭

w2sfanpage omg every song is gonna be dedicated to harry i can’t even

sidemenw2s4 no way 🥺🥺🥺🥺

ynfanpage does this mean we’re getting a tour?? 🤯

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taliamar posted an instagram story! wroetoshaw posted an instagram story!

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y/n posted a photo!

liked by wroetoshaw and 490,249 others! y/n_username celebrating the new album with my forever muse 🤍

tagged: wroetoshaw

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wroetoshaw cheers for posting one with me posing

ynfan2 harry being y/n’s biggest fan 🥺

w2sfanpage trained harry so well to take pics

freyanightingale you are glowing 😍

gkbarry gorgeous girl

bambinobecky 🔥🔥🔥

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y/n_username posted a photo!

liked by wroetoshaw & 432,029 others! y/n_username first night performing the new album 'golden hour'! just want to say a big thank you to everyone who has supported me and to everyone who came to watch last night, i love you all. most importantly a big thank you to my muse, harry, love you forever, you are the best supporter ever <3

taliamar best night ever!!!

freyanightingale this outfit omg

wroetoshaw 😍

r0sielewis you gorgeous girl

faithlouiseak so proud

geenelly so fit 🔥🔥🔥

sidemanxfan i need to get tour tickets!!!

harryxlewisfan my fave song is greedy <333

miaxmon unreal outfit

w2slover her muse being harry melts my heart

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2 months before november 24th - the album release After months of honing her craft, Y/N had finally finished recording her second music album. The album was a culmination of her dreams. Each song was like a labor of love, a piece of her heart poured out for everyone to hear. And the album was about something very special. Someone who Y/N spent every breathing moment thinking about. Someone who she loved so dearly. Her Harry. She was sure nearly all the songs on the album were dedicated to him and she had been hiding them away from him, waiting for the right moment to show him what she’d been working on.

One evening, a few weeks before November 24th (Harry’s birthday & the release date for her album), Y/N had returned home with excitement in her heart. She finally had a copy of her new album in her hands. Stepping through the front door she was greeted by the familiar scent of Harry's favourite candle mingling with the aroma of something delicious cooking in the kitchen. The smell of home met her at the door everyday and it was something she'd never get tired of.

She kicked off her shoes and padded through the hallway, anticipation bubbling in her chest. Into the sitting room she went to find Harry lying on their navy sofa, his phone in his hand, scrolling on tiktok. His eyes flicked up at the sound of her pattering across the floor in her socks. Putting his phone on the arm of the sofa, he got up to greet her with a hug and a kiss on the forehead.

This was a daily routine for Y/N and Harry - either one of them coming through the day later than the other and just immediately embracing each other. The feeling of comfort was unmatched.

“You’re finally home,” he said, wrapping his hands around her frame “-i’ve missed you.”

“Missed you too H.” Y/n replied slightly muffled as her head was resting against his chest.

As she pulled away slightly from their hug, Harry could feel some sort of hard plastic digging into his side. With furrowed brows, he looked down at the item in her hands and then back up at Y/N, still as confused as he had been originally.

“What have you wasted your money on today?” he joked, remembering every silly little thing Y/N had bought ranging from outfits for the dog to matching toothbrush holders - she had an obsession with buying the most random, useless stuff and most of it was left for Harry to store away in the spare room once she realized it was no use to her anymore.

“Nothing,” she laughed, gently hitting him in the chest. “Here, come sit back down, I’ve something to show you.”

Leading him back to his original seat on the coach, Y/N walked just a few steps behind the sofa, placing the CD into a blue stereo sat on a small table. Harry watched as she put the CD in, curiosity overwhelming him, his eyes following her as she sat back down next to him, crossing her legs, eyes beaming with excitement and her stomach full of butterflies.

“Just listen,” she said.

As the first notes filled the room, Harry listened intently, his heart swelling with pride as he recognised Y/N’s unmistakable voice.

With the album progressing as each song ended and a new one began, Harry’s eyes grew larger and he felt his hands reaching out to hold Y/N’s. Each song seemed to speak directly to him, capturing moments from their relationship with clarity and emotion. He listened in awe as Y/N poured her heart and soul into every lyric, baring the deepest thoughts and feelings for the world to heart. Whilst Harry wasn’t the biggest fan of public displays of affection, this album was the completely opposite, he was so proud of her.

By the time the last song faded away, Y/N was sat with a big grin on her face and Harry had one to match her on his . A feeling of love and gratitude was overflowing in his heart - to be fair he always had that feeling around Y/N but something about these songs and her face smiling up at him made his heart want to explode.

“Every song…it’s about us, isn’t it?” he whispered.

Y/N nodded, her eyes shining with love. “Yes, H. Every lyric in every song, all for you,”

''You soppy bastard,'' he grinned, laughing as she rolled her eyes.

''What do you think of it?'' Y/N asked, eyebrows furrowed, ''is it too soppy?''

''Not at all,'' Harry paused, ''I love it - honestly.''

''Really?'' Y/N smiled. She knew Harry was never one to lie to her so him expressing that he actually liked the album was a great feeling for her - he truly meant it.

''Yes, really'' Harry confirmed. ''I mean, it's no KSI but I'd definitely give it a listen on Spotify.''

He received a light swat on the back of the head ''Oh shut up.''

Echoes of his laugh filled the sitting room as he held onto Y/N's hands, eyes meeting hers. ''Being serious now, it's the best thing I've heard in a while, m' so proud of you my girl.'' And with a kiss of her forehead, Y/N relaxed, content she had her boy's approval.

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a/n: hope you all enjoyed! been in my drafts so thought i'd finally post <3333

[softspiderling]

catch me or i go (houdini) | r.c.

summary: rafe witnesses a skilled burglar in the middle of the burglary. also, he can’t quiet seem to stop putting his foot in his mouth when it comes to you

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

word count: 6,6k words oops

warnings: mention of peterkin and what rafe did to her, cursing

author's note: i was listening to houdini by dua lipa and somehow got inspired to write this. also kind of lost myself in this fic bc i enjoyed writing it so much. pls leave a comment/like if you liked it and reblog to share. ily!!!

“Are you sure you want to sell it off? We can put it in storage for you.”

Rafe waved the guy off, pushing a fifty in his hand. “It’s fine, just sell it for me, I don’t want to see it again, it’s gaudy as fuck.”

The guy, Jacob or whatever, scratched his head, but seemed pleased enough with the tip that he got into the car with the rest of his team, the trucks pulling off the property.

“Fucking finally,” Rafe sighed, running his hands over his buzzed hair. The renovation of the house was his first step of distancing himself from Ward and he started by getting rid of the ridiculous furniture Rose had chosen. While Rafe knew that it was going to be a pain redecorating, he’d live in the comfort of his own space, instead of being reminded of his psychotic stepmother whenever he sat in the living room. Rafe was about to go back inside when he heard a loud crash coming from Mr. Jenkins’ property. He hesitated for a split second. Rafe never really liked Mr. Jenkins, he was a nosy motherfucker and always liked to call the sheriff’s department when the parties got a little louder than usual. But if that old fuck died right now only to be found like a few weeks later? That stench would probably sit in his nose for months. So might as well be proactive now.

Ducking between the bushes - he really needed to call the guy who trimmed their greens - Rafe jogged over to Mr. Jenkins’ property, slowing his pace when he reached the property line.

“Mr. Jenkins?” he called, trying to sneak a glance into the house, without being spotted at the same time. It’d just be his luck that Mr. Jenkins shot him in the face for evading his property.

Nothing.

Served him right for trying to do the right thing.

Rafe turned on his heel, ready to return home when he caught movement in the second story window: Someone was climbing out of the window.

Reacting quickly, Rafe ducked beneath the bushes, hiding as he watched a girl shut the window behind her, tiptoeing across the patio roof and then scaling down the gutter, all the while carrying a huge backpack. She must’ve robbed Mr. Jenkins’ house, based on her dark clothing and the red bandana covering half of her face.

Rafe’s curiosity was piqued, and he didn’t even hesitate to follow her as she snuck off the property through the yard. He kept in the shadows, not wanting to alert her to his presence as she kept a rather slow pace to keep the attention off of her. Rafe followed her a few blocks down the neighborhood, until she took a left turn into a small, dark alley, but he hid behind the corner of a house when she stopped, pulling the bandana off. Rafe stared at the side of her face, knowing he’d seen her somewhere before, but not quite remembering where from. The lighting was also not helping, as he barely could make out her features in the shadows, while she tugged a floral shirt out of the backpack, throwing it over her black top. After having fixed her outfit, she kept walking, and right as Rafe stepped out behind the house, his foot caught onto an empty glass bottle, making an unnecessary loud noise.

Rafe froze, noticing how her shoulders tensed, barely looking over her shoulder, before taking off in a sprint.

“Wait!” He called, probably the dumbest thing he could have said, running after her but even before rounding the second right corner, she disappeared.

“Fuck,” he muttered to himself, looking around, hoping to catch a glimpse of her, but nothing. One of his neighbors was outside tending to her flowers, giving him a weird look. Rafe only let out a polite chuckle, giving her a wave before he turned on his heel, making his way back home.

“How the fuck did she just disappear into thin air?” He muttered to himself. As he walked through his gate, he couldn’t help to peek over to Jenkins’ house if the old man was home already, but the house was still dark. Rafe tried to get back to work looking at new furniture, but his mind kept going back to the thief. As the sun started to set Rafe finally heard Jenkins’ Aston Martin pull into his drive way, and he figured it wouldn’t take long until the sheriff’s department showed up.

Minutes went by, then hours, and Rafe started to wonder if there was some other case Shoupe had to attend to, must be a real big case if he couldn’t even spare one deputy to check out Jenkins. Then again, Rafe would’ve had heard about it. Kildare wasn’t that big. It was already dark by the time the sheriff’s car pulled up on the street. Shortly after, the bell rang and as inconspicuously as possible, Rafe opened the door, feigning surprise.

“Shoupe. What brings you here at this hour?”

The sheriff only looked at Rafe unimpressed. He was pretty sure that Shoupe still resented him for the entire Peterkin thing, but innocent until proven guilty, right?

“Rafe… There was a break in at Mr. Jenkins’ house and I’m just here to ask if you saw anything suspicious,” Shoupe said, flipping open a small notepad.

Rafe rubbed his chin, sighing. “A break in huh? That sucks. I haven’t heard anything, though, sorry that I am of no help. What was stolen?”

“Jewelry that belonged to his late wife. The thief broke into the safe and completely emptied it. Took all the cash, too,” Shoupe said, scribbling something down on his notepad before looking at Rafe again.

“Bummer… I’ll let you know though, if I happen to remember something,” Rafe added.

Shoupe let out a grunt, stuffing his notepad away and turned to leave. Rafe stood in the doorway, hesitating, before calling out.

“Hey Shoupe.”

He turned around, raising a brow at Rafe.

“What took you guys so long?”

“What do you mean, son? We got here as soon as Mr. Jenkins called us.”

Huh.

“Really?” Rafe said, thinking. “Sorry, I just thought Mr. Jenkins has been home for a while now and you’re just now questioning me. Was wondering how fast you would get here if I had a problem.”

Shoupe eyed him suspiciously. “Mr. Jenkins didn’t notice the break in until an hour ago, his security system was active when he got home, so he had no reason to suspect anything…. You sure you didn’t see anything?”

“Positive,” Rafe insisted. “Have a good night, Shoupe.”

The sheriff stood on the porch for another second before he left with a small headshake, leaving Rafe with his thoughts as he shut the door. The thief must have been a pro. Bypassing the security system and taking just enough to delay the sheriff’s department from investigating? That wasn’t an easy feat. To say that Rafe was intrigued was an understatement. The way she moved with such stealth and precision proved how she knew her way around sneaking in and out. There was no way this was her first hit. He wondered what motivated her to rob the house, if she was just a plain poor Pogue, or a Kook, doing it for the thrill of it.

Rafe had to find out more about the thief. Even two drinks in, he still had to think about her. And when he set his mind on something - or someone - there was no getting past it. He knew it was going to haunt him until he figured it out. Figure her out. Problem was, how the fuck would he? Right, Kildare wasn’t that big, but it wasn’t like he could just waltz around looking for her either. And chances are she was just some tourist, looking for some fun. Before he could start forming a plan to find out who she wa, his phone buzzed, distracting him.

Top: scarlet’s throwing a party tonite. u in?

Rafe thumbed at his screen, having half a mind to decline the invitation, but when he looked up, taking in the empty room, he almost got depressed. Why was he sitting on the fucking floor, thinking about some random girl he was probably never going to see again? Downing the last of his drink, he texted Top that he’d see him at Scarlet’s.

By the time Rafe arrived, the party was already in full swing. Weaving through the crowd, he greeted the familiar faces, gravitating towards the living room where he knew Scarlet’s father kept the expensive stuff.

“Hey Rafe!”

Lifting his head, he saw Topper on the couch with some girl, waving him over. Rafe took his time walking over, because what was he, a dog?

“’sup Top,” he greeted his friend with a light slap to the shoulder. “Give me your drink.”

“Alright, damn bro,” Topper said, handing Rafe his drink, before gesturing over to you, introducing you to him. Rafe gave you a nod as you smiled shyly at him, not bothering to exchange pleasantries. The last thing he needed right now was you simpering over him, no matter how pretty you were.

“Right, so where were we…” Topper said, apparently picking up the previous conversation you were having before Rafe joined them. “Are you leaving for university anytime soon?”

“Uh… No. I could go, but I don’t want to leave my mom all by herself, you know,” you answered, tucking your hair behind your ear. You looked like you’d rather be anywhere else but at this party. Rafe gave you a quick once over as he sipped on Topper’s drink. You were pretty, he figured. Maybe a bit mousy for his taste, with the shirt under your dress and a denim jacket on top? Other girls your age would have worn only the dress and maybe even cut a slit in it, just for the sake of it. Rafe’s brows furrowed as he looked at you more closely, pausing.

“… I know you?”

Topper gave him a very unsubtle look as he chuckled awkwardly, trying to play his friend’s rudeness off, while you just sat there, your back ramrod straight, smiling at him bashfully.

“She used to go to school with us? Then uh… Transferred during her senior year.”

Squinting his eyes at you, Rafe tried to think back to his school years, before realizing.

“Right, your dad embezzled like millions of dollars from his company right?”

Topper cleared his throat, looking up at the ceiling and you only smiled tightly at Rafe, the corners of your mouth not quite reaching your eyes.

“Um.. I think I’ll grab a drink, Topper,” you said, excusing yourself, quickly disappearing between the people. Topper waited until you disappeared to elbow Rafe into the side, who only smirked into his drink.

“What’s her deal?”

“Are you joking?” Topper asked with a sigh, pinching his nose. “You can’t just say shit like that man, it’s obvious she’s embarrassed. Why would you bring up her father?”

“Get off your high horse, it’s not like I embezzled a bunch of money,” Rafe huffed, shoving Topper off of him with an eyeroll. He knew that Topper was frustrated with him, but honestly, why would he care if he hurt your feelings. Topper inhaled deeply and Rafe just knew that an lecture was incoming.

“She’s a good kid. Lives just on the outskirts of the Cut now with her mom. I guess they can still afford to live on Figure 8, but her and her mother are too embarrassed to come back after all of their money was seized and her father got locked up in jail. Which is probably why we never see her around. Now, we’re definitely going to see her less because you’re such a dick.”

Rafe was only half-listening to Topper, processing what he had just been told, the gears in his head turning.

“Wait, what?” he asked, sitting up straight and looked at Topper, finally taking the conversation seriously. “How would they still be able to afford living on Figure 8 when all of their assets were seized?”

Topper shrugged his shoulders. “How the hell should I know? I’m just telling you what she told me.” He glanced to the back and paused, before looking back to Rafe. “She’s coming back. Just… Think before you speak.”

If this was any situation, Rafe would’ve probably bit Topper’s head off for being told what to do, but for once, Rafe decided to lean back and listen. A short while later, you slipped past a kissing couple, joining them on the couch, holding onto a red solo cup with both hands.

“What kind of toxic waste did Scarlet mix you?” Rafe asked as some sort of peace offering.

“Oh this?” you lifted your cup, laughing awkwardly. “It’s juice. Don’t really like alcohol.”

Rafe almost choked on his whiskey, and he let out a cough, trying to hide his surprise while Topper only leaned his head back with an exasperated look on his face, you only stared at him with an open mouth.

“Sorry, went down the wrong pipe.”

After that, Rafe didn’t ask you that much, letting Topper lead the conversation and instead just soaking up information about you. In the brief interaction he had with you, Rafe somehow got the feeling that you didn’t like him that much. He didn’t even know why.

Okay, he knew why. But honestly, he was just asking what everyone would ask, right?

When Rafe got home from Scarlet’s, he didn’t know that much more from you. After he really started paying attention to you, he realized that you never really divulged that much information about yourself, despite answering all of the questions. You were much smarter than Rafe had previously assumed. He wondered how many people you had fooled. But all of this was still a theory, and he had to put that to a test.

The next day, Rafe spent his morning asking the neighborhood about your family, disguising it as friendly neighborhood chatter and it was really far too easy. If there was one thing one needed to know about the people living on Figure 8 is, that they loved to yap.

“- just dreadful. That poor girl. Her mother took her out of the academy in her senior year and now they live next to Franklin Stewart on the other side of the island…” Susannah shook her head as she feigned distress, but Rafe didn’t believe an ounce of the compassion she was showing. She used to be best tea buddies with Rose, that really said it all.

“Oh man… I really hope her family is doing alright,” Rafe said stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Anyways… Thanks for the chat, Mrs. Cooper. I’ve kept you long enough.”

She only waved him off with an obnoxious laugh, “Please, don’t you worry about it. Give Rose my best wishes, okay?”

Rafe gave her a smile, which immediately dropped as soon as he turned to leave. “What a bitch,” he muttered under his breath, walking back to his house. At least it paid off having to talk to Susannah, since he now knew where you lived. He didn’t ponder over it long before he got on his bike, riding over to the Cut. As the mansions and well groomed front yards slowly turned smaller, one might say modest, he couldn’t imagine downgrading from Figure 8 to the cut. Though, now that he thought about it, he figured his family was pretty close from having to give up their life on the north side of the island. Rafe let his bike roll to a stop when he reached Franking Stewart’s house, laying his eyes on the only neighboring house.

It was pretty okay for a house on the Cut. Still on the cut, though.

He took off his helmet, placing it on his bike and getting off, walking in front of his house, contemplating his next move, when the door suddenly opened and a person exited. For a split second, he thought it was you, but upon closer inspection, he realized that it was your mother. She tugged a sun hat on, before pausing when she saw Rafe on the street.

“Can I help you?”

Rafe rubbed the back of his neck.

“Uh, sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you… I’m Rafe, a friend of your daughters…” He said, approaching the house to avoid yelling all over the street.

Your mother beamed at him. “Really? I barely get to meet any of my daughter’s friends. She’s not home right now, but would you like to come in for a glass of lemonade?”

Rafe hesitated. On the one hand, it would be a perfect opportunity to find out more about your situation, and if you really were the thief like he suspected. On the other hand, if you happened to come home while he was still there, you’d immediately know that there was something going on. Then again, high risk, high reward?

“Sure, I’d love to.”

Rafe followed your mother into your quaint home, and while your mother was blabbering away, he took the time looking around the kitchen.

“- she’s a good girl, bless her. A bit too serious, though. I always try to encourage her to live a little, you know?” your mother handed Rafe a glass of ice cold lemonade, which he gladly accepted. He was a sucker for a good old homemade lemonade.

“She is a bit shy,” Rafe agreed with your mother, only making her laugh.

“And very headstrong. Which is why it’s so hard for me to get her to change her mind on anything. I’m just so upset that she took the whole thing with her father so hard… The burden of that really shouldn’t fall on her shoulders. Ever since we moved out here, she got more withdrawn, angry. I know she’s still upset, but I really feel like she’d be happier if she got out of her shell again.”

Hm. Maybe you were stealing to help your mother pay the bills, help your family stay afloat.

“Yeah, I’d know a thing or two about that.”

Your mother laid her eyes on Rafe, smiling sadly.

“I was very sad to hear about your father’s passing. I didn’t know him very well, but I’m sure he was a good man.”

Rafe almost scoffed, because only if she knew, but the noise died in his throat when your mother gave him a shoulder squeeze, rubbing his back.

“I hope you’re alright, honey. It’s hard to lose a parent at such a young age.”

His hand tightened around his lemonade glass, the coldness somewhat settling him down. He hasn’t felt the touch of a caring parent for a long time. “Thank you,” he pressed out, giving your mother a stiff smile. “Um… I should go. Don’t want to cause any more of an inconvenience,” he said, standing up.

“Oh please, don’t worry about it, I always love to meet my daughter’s friends.”

Your mother led him out of the house, and when Rafe passed the staircase that lead upstairs, his eyes caught a very familiar floral shirt tossed carelessly on the bottom of the stairs. Your mother followed his eyesight, palming her forehead, embarrassed.

“Oh god, please forgive the mess. I always try to tell her to keep her things in order,” she quickly said, picking up the shirt and hanging it over her arm. Rafe however only waved her off, giving her a charming smile.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s just a shirt.”

After bidding good bye to your mother, Rafe drove to the nearest beach, shutting his bike off to take moment to process. The shirt confirmed his suspicion, you were the thief he saw breaking into Jenkins’ house. He still didn’t know what your motives for stealing were. It was clear to him that your mother was very open about what your father had done, and you still seemed to be doing fairly well, all things considered. Where you paying the bills with the shit you stole from other people’s houses? Rafe stared at to sea for a second, before he got an idea, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

rafe: anything going down tonight?

top: uh

top: i think there’s a party at the boneyard.

top: pogue party, tho

rafe: thats fine.

rafe: you think you can get your friend to come?

top: … why? so you can embarrass her some more?

rafe: just want a second chance, maybe apologize

top: i’ll see what i can do. no promises, tho

“So, why did you really want her to come?”

Rafe was aware that Topper didn’t even have to say your name for him to realize who he was talking about. Rafe took a sip from his drink, wincing a bit. While he did say that he didn’t care about the fact this was a pogue party, they did always buy the cheapest shit. He could feel Topper’s gaze on him, scrutinizing and a little suspicious.

“I didn’t really make a good first impression. Just thought it’d be nice to make amends,” he finally said, his eyes set on the crowd around the bonfire, studiously not looking at his friend.

“Amends, huh?” Topper replied, sounding not at all convinced. “You’ve never been the type to care about stuff like that, Rafe.”

Rafe shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “People change, Top.”

“Or they have ulterior motives,” Topper shot back almost immediately, and Rafe couldn’t help but grin at the accusation.

He finally looked up to meet Topper’s gaze, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Can’t a guy try to be better without being accused of having a hidden agenda?”

Topper held his gaze for a moment longer before breaking into a grin himself, shaking his head in disbelief. "Just...don't mess with her, okay? She's been through enough."

Rafe raised his hands in surrender, his grin still in place. "Promise, Top. No messing around."

He did intend to make amends, but not for the reasons Topper thought. There were still so many questions Rafe needed answers to, and he was willing to play nice to get to them.

Topper only rolled his eyes at him, looking to the side for a bit. “Head’s up,” he muttered, before straightening his back, greeting you when you joined them.

“Hey guys,” you said, waving at them sheepishly.

Topper gave you a brief hug. “Hey, I was hoping you could make it. You remember, Rafe, right?”

“Yeah of course,” you replied, your voice light, but Rafe couldn’t help but think that your gaze somewhat hardened when you laid your eyes on him. He hoped that he was still able to salvage the relationship.

“Hey. Nice to see you again,” Rafe told you, giving you a charming grin. “You got anything to drink yet?” He looked pointedly at Topper, who stared back at him, his expression unmoving. Rafe inclined his head, raising his brow and Topper bit back a sigh, standing up.

“Let me get you something to drink. No alcohol, right?”

“Uh no, you don’t have to,” you insisted. “I’m not really thirsty anyways.”

Topper waved her off, lifting his own cup. “It’s fine. I need a refill anyway.” With that, Topper turned to leave, leaving you with Rafe.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable the other night,” Rafe started and you looked at him in surprise, your eyes widened. “I might have been a bit insensitive, maybe a bit too forward. I’m really sorry.”

It felt like swallowing gravel, the over the top apology, but he hoped that it came across as sincere.

You let out a breath, your forehead pinched, like you were holding something back. He saw a flicker of something in your eyes, and he realized you didn’t buy a single thing he just said.

“It’s fine,” you then said, smiling at him and Rafe raised an eyebrow, seeing past your facade, though he had to admit that you were a good actor. If he couldn’t get close to you by being nice, it seemed like he had to resort to his back up plan

“We good, then?” he said, offering you his hand, which you shook, after hesitating for a brief second.

“Sure.”

You leaned back against the boulder Rafe was sitting on, and an uncomfortable silence settled over the two of you. Rafe considered throwing himself into the black water, when you finally spoke up.

“My mom told me you came by this morning.”

“Yeah, I was in the neighborhood and your mother saw me outside your house,” Rafe explained, glancing over at you. “Hope you didn’t mind that I called myself a friend.”

“It’s okay..” You trailed off, like you were about to add something else, but hesitating. Usually, he’d be fed up with people not speaking when they want to, but he was intrigued and figured he’d give you the time you needed to spit it out.

“What did you and my mom talk about?” you asked lightly, but Rafe knew how loaded the question actually was. He waited for a beat, sipping on his drink before he answered, enjoying playing with you.

“Not much, really. Just said how happy she was to meet one of your friends… She’s really nice,” he added and you gave him a wry smile.

“Thanks.”

Rafe paused for a beat.

“You guys are doing okay, right? Financially, I mean?”

You narrowed your eyes at him and he was praying to god he was pressing the right buttons.

“Yes. Why?”

“Was just wondering,” Rafe answered nonchalantly, shrugging with his shoulders. “I remember when Ward’s company hit a rough patch and we almost lost our house. But now, we’re better than I ever, and really appreciate my home and everything in it. I can’t even imagine how it feels like to lose everything just like that.”

He turned to look at you, catching how you were clenching your jaw and like the perfect friend he was, Topper returned with two cups in his hand.

“Hey, so they didn’t have juice, but I go-”

“I’m so sorry, Topper,” you said, interrupting him with a small smile. “I have to go. I forgot that I promised my mom I would help her with something early in the morning. But I really appreciate you inviting me out.”

“I- What?” Topper asked, confused but you only gave him a quick wave, almost ignoring Rafe entirely, before you left. Rafe would almost feel bad for pushing you, if he didn’t exactly know where you were going. Topper on the other hand, turned to his friend, glaring at him.

“Bro, what the fuck?”

Rafe drank the last of his drink, clapping Topper on the shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll explain soon. I gotta go, text you later, okay?”

He didn’t wait for a reply, tossing his empty cup into a trash bag and walking up the dune to get to his bike. Rafe took the straight way home, but decided to turn the engine off a few blocks before he got home, walking the rest of the way. The estate stood in darkness, not a single sound coming from it as he approached it, deciding to heave himself inside through a window, before deciding to wait.

It didn’t take long until he heard tinkering on the backdoor from the kitchen, then the unmistakable sound of the door clicking open. The door shut almost silently, and then quiet steps echoed over the marble floor. The moonlight shone through the window and that was the only reason Rafe saw you when you walked through the arched doorway of the living room. You froze mid step as you took in the complete lack of- well, anything.

When Rafe turned on the light, you barely reacted.

“How long have you known?” you asked with a sigh, pulling down the bandana, uncovering your face.

“Not long,” Rafe answered, as he leaned in the door way, his arms crossed. “You’re good at what you do, I’ll give you that. I was just paying attention.”

A range of emotions played on your feature - surprise, irritation, realization and then resignation.

“You saw me while I was in Mr. Jenkins’ house, didn’t you? You’re the one who was following me.”

Rafe merely raised an eyebrow and you groaned, pinching your nose.

“And you saw the shirt at my house. Damn it.”

Rafe smirked at your reaction. “So. Why are you doing this?”

Your eyes met his and Rafe actually saw a spark of defiance in them and for the first time, he actually believed you weren’t putting up an act. This was the real you.

“What’s it to you? It’s not like you’re planning on turning me in. Shoupe hates you more than he could ever hate me.”

“Well,” Rafe started, pushing off the door frame and walking over to you, “Let’s just say I’m curious. Clearly you’re a pro, but the question why is really bothering me. You need to pay the bills? Are you doing this for money?”

“What?” You asked, exasperated. “No, I told you, we’re doing fine financially.”

“Yeah ‘cause you’re such an honest person to come by.”

You gave him a look and only scoffed, turning on your heel to leave, but Rafe was quick to grab you by the wrist, holding you back.

“Don’t fucking touch me.”

“Fine,” Rafe snapped, releasing your wrist, his eyes burning into yours. “But you’re not just getting off this easily. You tried to fucking rob me, you at least owe me an explanation.”

“I wasn’t going actually fucking rob you!” You bit at him, glaring at him with a challenging look in your eyes. Then, you sighed and ran a hand through your hair, a weary expression taking over your face. “Okay! Okay. You want an explanation? Fine.”

Rafe was taken aback by your sudden cooperation, but he wasn’t going to let his surprise show. Instead, he raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to continue.

“I’m not doing this for money,” you started, your gaze fixed on a point somewhere over Rafe’s shoulder. “I’m doing this because… Because it’s the only way I can get back at the people who ruined my family.

You finally looked at him, your eyes hard. "The people we used to call friends, the people who claimed to care about us, they were the first ones to turn their backs on us when my father was arrested. They didn't waste a second before they started spreading rumors, tarnishing our family name even further."

Rafe was silent for a moment, processing your words. "So you're... what? Stealing from them as some sort of revenge?"

You shrugged, looking away.

“What about the stolen items? If you’re just keeping them, you’re not really that different from your father, are you?”

“What did you just say to me?”

Your nostrils flared and you glared at him, your eyes burning. Interesting. You stole from people who spread gossip about your family, but at the same time, you resented your father, and his actions, Rafe assumed.

“I sell that shit. I’m not getting caught with stolen items,” you then explained, rolling your eyes at him. “And then I give the money away.”

“Hold up, what?” Rafe paused you, frowning. “What you mean you’re “giving the money away”?”

“I don’t have time to tutor you in English.”

“Shit, you really were putting up a shy girl act, weren’t you?” Rafe huffed in disbelief, shaking his head. You rolled your eyes at him and he was speechless for a moment, not having expected your motive. Personally, he would never steal money just to give it away. Why go through all that trouble to gain nothing from it? He had to begrudge you though, you really had a pair of balls on you.

“I’m giving it to people who need it, people who live on the cut,” you elaborated with a sigh.

“You’re actually insane,” Rafe pointed out. He then froze, thinking. “So what were you planning on doing with the stuff you stole from me?”

“I don’t know,” you said with a shrug. “You were pissing me off and I just wanted to see how far I could get.”

Rafe rubbed his jaw, at loss for words. “You really are something, you know that?”

Your lips twitched in a small smile. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Figured you would.”

Rafe glanced over at you, taking in your figure, clad in dark clothes, red bandana still in hand. “So what now?”

You seemed to wonder the same, your gaze falling to the floor. “I don’t know,” you admitted. “I never thought I’d get caught, let alone by someone like you.”

Rafe tried to not get offended by that.

“Maybe I should get out of the game while I still can get away unscathed.”

“Sounds like a smart idea,” he said and you looked at him, biting your lip.

“Guess that’s my cue to leave, huh?”

Shrugging with his shoulders, Rafe made no move to stop you and nodded slowly, playing with the bandana in your hand.

“Cool… This was great,” you said, walking backwards. “Let’s not do it again.”

Rafe snorted and you turned around to leave, not before pausing, looking back at him.

“You’re not as bad as I thought you were, Rafe.”

With a grin, you disappeared into the hallway, no doubt leaving just the way you entered the house, leaving Rafe in the empty living room. That was the last time he saw you for a long time. Topper bombed him with questions, wanting to know what happened, but Rafe waved him off, not wanting to spill secrets that weren’t his to tell, but assured him that the two of your resolved your problems. For a while, Rafe though that you had gone against your words and just kept robbing people, but he hadn’t heard any chatter about any unsolved cases. For a while, Rafe thought that you had moved to the main land, but he happened to bump into your mother on a random afternoon, where she promptly thanked him for being such a good influence on you - which left him really bewildered. Because him? A good influence? He really didn’t want to know what that even meant.

When three months passed without a single sight of you, Rafe started to believe that you were avoiding him. Sure, you lived on the other side of the island, but again; Kildare wasn’t that big. He was bound to see you around at least once a month. Rafe wasn’t even exactly sure why it bothered him so much that he hadn’t seen you. Like, okay, he was curious about your story and the motives behind your burglaries at first, but he figured it all out, right? Rafe shouldn’t be wanting to see you anymore. Maybe he should ask Topper about you. But then again, the last time he did, it ended with you walking off.

“What, run out of girls to torment?”

Rafe lifted his head, surprised to see you grinning at him. He blurted out your name in shock like an idiot. He was so deep in thoughts, he hadn’t even notice you approaching him as he was sitting outside on the patio at Kelce’s party.

“What are you doing here?”

“It’s a party, what does one do at a party?” you answered, plopping down on the couch next to him, throwing your legs in his lap like you’ve done it 100 times before. You looked different, too, your outfit wildly contrasting to the nice girl from next door outfit you were wearing at Scarlet’s party. Rafe tried to hide his perplexity by plucking the cup out of your hand, taking a big swig, expecting juice or maybe a coke and nearly choked when he realized it was vodka cran (more vodka than cran).

“The hell?” Rafe coughed, giving you a side eye. “I thought you didn’t drink alcohol?”

“Whatever made you think that?”

You reclaimed your cup, drinking from it like it was water, giving him a coy smile. Rafe ducked his head, smirking. So this is what your mother meant by good influence? You seemed less angry, more comfortable in your skin, like you had unburdened yourself from protecting your family’s reputation.

“Well, you definitely should get your liver checked out if you’re making this a regular occurrence.”

“Yeah, pot, kettle,” you shot back, holding your cup out of his reach when he lunged for it again. If Topper happened to walk out to the patio to see Rafe and you bickering again, he didn’t mention it.

And just like that, you fit yourself into his life like you had always been part of it.

There was rarely a morning when you weren’t in the kitchen when Rafe came downstairs in the morning, never questioning how you got in, building stacks and stacks of pancakes with ingredients from his pantry. You even helped him pick out the new furniture for the house, as the rooms of the Cameron estate slowly filled with interior.

The biggest work in progress was the living room, and Rafe scrolled on his laptop looking for a couch that was big enough and fit in with the rest of the decor of the house. You were sitting on the outdoor sofa next to him, your legs thrown over the arm rest like a damn pogue.

“What about this?” Rafe said, flipping his laptop around to show you the white couch with gold lining. It looked classy and he thought it fit right in with the new wall colors.

You glanced at it, shrugging, before doing a double take, frowning.

“That’s tacky as hell.”

“You know, I think I liked you better when you were acting like you were shy,” Rafe sniffed with a dirty look in your direction, keeping on scrolling. You only snickered, picking up another piece of pineapple on the fork, eating it.

“I don’t think you do.”

Rafe ignored you, frowning at his computer screen as he continued his search. It was harder than expected, and at this point he wondered if it would be easier to hire an interior designer.

“Hey Rafe.”

“What?”

Rafe kept his eyes on the screen, not moving an inch, when you suddenly leaned over, leaning your hands on his thighs and pressing your lips against his in a soft, but very decisive kiss. He let out a soft grunt, not having expected it, before he kissed you back, momentarily forgetting his search for furniture. You licked into his mouth briefly, before pulling away, grinning at him as he furrowed his brows at you.

“Still like me better shy?”

author's note: did you like it?🥹

[mia-nina-lilly]

Fanfic Moment!/Momento Fanfic! -- Neris

Eris was there as he said he would be. They had been exchanging letters since, one day, suddenly, his House expelled a strange envelope onto her lap while she was reading in her armchair. The older Archeron couldn't say how Cassian or the rest of the Inner Circle hadn't discovered her yet, but fortunately, she was managing to keep her correspondence with the eldest son of the High Lord of the Autumn Court a secret.

It took her some time to return it, rivaling his pompous handwriting with her own - a result of demanding upbringing. By that time, two more missives had already arrived, and perhaps she replied only because, somehow, Ember Quinlan, mother of another equally impetuous redhead, had convinced her, only because, somehow, Ember Quinlan, a complete stranger, had given Nesta a thousand and one reasons to share that with her in the first place - something she hadn't done even with her best friends yet.

But Nesta replied, and contrary to all expectations she had regarding Eris, she was happy to do so. She should have known, should have even expected it, yet she was caught off guard by the realization that, in truth, to a large extent, the Autumn prince was much of what Feyre's family claimed he was - but also more than that, much more than that.

A thorough examination - more of a solitary snooping - revealed to her that behind the arrogant, finicky, and consequently infested facade, there was someone, a true someone, not only concerned about the future of his people but also committed to mitigating the damage caused by Beron's relentless rule.

Eris's expression when he realized, when he realized the mistake that revealed to her who he was... Nesta felt a bit like Bryce in that move, cunning and audacious. Maybe the demifae could have congratulated her for the feat if she were around. It lasted only a millisecond, but Nes delighted in her guess being right, witnessing, amidst a ball in Hewn City that Eris attended, the exact moment when a tiny muscle above the charming redhead's mouth involuntarily twitched.

Cassian didn't even understand why Nesta was baring her teeth at a visually dismayed Eris, but he shared in her laughter as if they were together in a joke at the expense of the Autumn Prince.

That was why they were there now, with Nesta accepting his request to meet there alone, where once she had been just a mortal alongside her mortal sisters, in their old home. She was all too aware that, unlike that other ball, where they both danced almost tirelessly, almost unstoppably, this meeting aimed to ascertain how much she knew, how much she had discovered with her little clever ruse.

However, the unique energy - incomparable to anything else - that she felt coursing through her body was practically the same as what she had felt when Eris twirled her around the dance floor. On that occasion, Nesta attributed the sensation to the frenzy that dance always caused in her when she let herself be carried away by the music. Familiar, like longing, the missing piece...

They weren't dancing now, but there it was - she felt the same every time she saw him, even when he was performing his deceit...

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Eris estava lá como disse que estaria. Eles vinham trocando cartas desde que, um dia, repentinamente, sua Casa expeliu um estranho envelope em cima de seu colo enquanto ela lia em sua poltrona. A Archeron mais velha não sabia dizer como Cassian ou o restante Círculo Íntimo ainda não a tinha descoberto, mas, felizmente, estava conseguindo manter em segredo sua correspondência com o primogênito do Grão-Senhor da Corte de Outono.

Passou-se um certo tempo até ela retorná-lo, rivalizando sua caligrafia pomposa com a própria – fruto de uma criação exigente. Àquela altura, mais duas missivas já haviam chegado, e talvez ela o respondido apenas porque, de alguma forma, Ember Quinlan, mãe de outra ruiva igualmente impetuosa, conseguira convencê-la, apenas porque, de alguma forma, Ember Quinlan, uma completa estranha, tivesse dado a Nestha mil e uma razões para compartilhar aquilo com ela em primeiro lugar – algo que a mulher não havia feito nem com as melhores amigas ainda.

Mas Nestha o respondeu e, contrariando todas as expectativas que tinha em relação a Eris, ficou feliz em fazê-lo. Ela já devia saber, já devia até mesmo esperar, porém, foi pega desprevenida pela percepção de que, a bem da verdade, em grande parte, o príncipe do Outono era bastante do que a família de Feyre afirmava que era – mas também mais do que isso, muitíssimo mais que isso. 

Um exame profundo – estava mais para uma bisbilhotice solitária – revelou a ela que por trás da fachada arrogante, melindrosa e, por conseguinte, infesta, existia alguém, um verdadeiro alguém, não apenas preocupado com o futuro de seu povo, como também empenhado em mitigar os danos provocados pelo governo implacável de Beron.

A expressão de Eris quando se deu conta, quando percebeu o erro que revelou a ela quem ele era… Nestha sentiu-se um pouco como Bryce naquela jogada, astuta e audaciosa. Talvez a semifeérica pudesse tê-la parabenizado pelo feito se estivesse por perto. Durou somente um milésimo de segundo, mas Nes deleitou-se quando seu palpite mostrou-se certo, presenciando, em meio a um baile em Hewn City ao qual Eris compareceu, o exato momento em que um diminuto músculo acima da boca charmosa do macho ruivo diante dela sofreu um esgar involuntário. 

Cassian sequer entendeu porque Nestha estava mostrando os dentes para um Eris visualmente consternado, mas partilhou de seu riso como se eles estivessem juntos numa piada às custas do Príncipe do Outono. 

Era por isso que estavam ali agora, com Nestha aceitando seu pedido para se encontrarem ali sozinhos, onde um dia ela fora somente uma mortal ao lado de suas irmãs mortais, em sua velha casa. Ela estava demasiadamente ciente de que, diferentemente daquela outro baile, no qual ambos dançaram de forma quase incansável, quase imparável, aquele encontro tinha por objetivo averiguar quanto ela sabia, quanto descobrira com seu pequeno e inteligente ardil. 

Contudo, a energia única – ímpar em comparação com quaisquer coisas – que sentiu trespassar seu corpo foi praticamente igual a que sentira enquanto Eris a rodopiava em meio à pista de dança. Naquela ocasião, Nestha atribuíra a sensação ao frenesi que dança sempre causara em si quando se deixava levar pela música. Familiar, feito saudade, o pedaço faltante…

Eles não estavam dançando agora, mas lá estava – ela sentira o mesmo em todas as vezes que o viu, mesmo quando estava executando seu engodo… 

[volkowalker]

Leitor Criança & Giyuu Tomioka

Capítulo: Único (?)

Leitor GN, mas pronomes femininos e masculinos são usados

Avisos: platônico, fofo, pequeno spoiler sobre o passado do Giyuu

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Chapter: Unique (?)

GN reader

Warnings: plattonic, fluff, little spoiler about Giyuu backstory

É o meu primeiro trabalho, então desculpa se não estiver muito bom :)

Its my first history and english is not my native language, i'm sorry i wrote something wrong :)

Portuguese Ver.

Giyuu nunca foi muito bom com crianças, ele não sabe como agir quando uma se aproxima demais dele.

A sensação de ser amado por alguém ainda é algo novo pra ele, principalmente após a morte da sua irmã e do Sabito.

E é aí que você entra: uma criança que perdeu os pais para os demônios e só não morreu graças a ele.

Isso fez com que você achasse ele incrível, o observando com um olhar de admiração por todo o caminho até a Demon Corp, onde você ficaria temporariamente.

Ser observado assim não era muito comum pra ele, mas não era algo ruim, apenas... Diferente.

Após chegarem até o mestre, você é deixado(a) aos cuidados de Giyuu até acharem algum lar definitivo pra você.

Mas isso não te incomoda, apenas te deixa mais animado poder ficar perto daquele ao qual você admira.

No início, sempre que você o tocava, ele ficava tenso e rígido, sem saber o que fazer.

Mas conforme os dias passavam, seus abraços começaram a serem retribuídos, fazendo com que você ficasse feliz ao saber que ele gostava de você.

Talvez cuidar de você tivesse sido uma das melhores coisas que já o ocorreu, e ele agradecia aos deuses por isso.

Os dias passaram e se transformaram em semanas e depois meses.

A relação entre vocês era basicamente pai e filho(a), tanto que ele até estava pensando em lhe adotar

Até que finalmente um lar foi achado.

Um casal queria adotar você, mas ele também.

Tudo dependia da sua escolha: ser adotado(a) por Giyuu, mas o risco de se tornar órfã(o) eram grandes, ou ser acolhido pelo casal, mas você provavelmente não veria o Hashira da Água novamente.

Após o mestre lhe apresentar as duas opções, a sua escolha era óbvia: ficar com Giyuu.

Esse provavelmente foi um dos momentos mais felizes da melancólica vida do moreno, e provavelmente não seria o último.

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English Ver.

Giyuu has never been very good with kids, he doesn't know how to act when one gets too close to him.

The feeling of being loved by someone is dtill something new for him, especially after the death of his sister and Sabito.

And that's where you come in: a child who lost your parents for the demons and you have been saved by he.

This made you see him like a hero, which you observe with a admiration all over the way to Demon Corp, where you will be temporaly.

Being watched like this wasn't very common for him, but it wasn't a bad thing, its just…different.

After you talk to the master, you will be with Giyuu until the someone adopt you.

But it doesn't bother you, it just makes it more exciting to be close to the one you admire.

In the beginning, whenever you touched him, he was tense and rigid, not knowing what to do.

But as the days went by, your hugs started to be returned, making you happy to know that he like you.

You are one of the best things ever happen to him, and he thanks the god for that.

Days turn into weeks and then.

He was thinking of adopting you, basically your relationship is father and child.

Until finally a home was found.

A couple wanted to adopt you, but he want it too.

It all depends on your choice: being adopted by Giyuu, but the risks of becoming an orphan is big, or being taken by the couple, but you probably wouldn't see the Water Hashira again.

After the master presented you with these options, your choice was obvious: stay with Giyuu.

This was probably one of the happiest moments in his melancholy life, and it probably wouldn't be the last.

[sister-fathima]

The story of Ayyub (A.S) is usually told from the perspective of patience, but in fact, it is also about the devoted love between him and his wife. 

For 50 years he lived a life of comfort and luxury, raising 7 sons and 7  daughters. h=H eenjoyed many forms of wealth such as real estate, livestock, gold and jewelery. Everyone in his community acknowledged him as their prophet; they had accepted the message because they associated his wealth, status, children, succes, health and good looks with the truth- until Allah decided to test him and his people. 

Allah sent the first test in the foorm of an earthquake.His house collapsed instantly killing all his children. But Ayyub (A.S) was patient. Then theives entered his ranch and his home, stealing his livestock, torching his orchards and murdering his servants. In just one night, Ayyub (A.S) went from rich to bankrupt. Subsequently, his health began to deteriorate that he couldnt even stand. He could only pray lying down. His wife had to bath him, feed him and comb his hair for him.

In those times, everyone he knew departed except his wife - she alone remained. All of a sudden, everyone who believed in him started to disbelieve that he was a prophet of Allah. If this is happening to a prophet of Allah,that must mean he is cursed, they declared. He must have committed a sin we are not aware of that has caused Allah to inflict him with this. Leave him and do not belive anything from him. They associated a life of luxury with the completion of faith.

His wife was the only one who remained with him through wealth and poverty, sickness and health, happiness and sorrow. She now had to work as a servant to help her husband. She asked Ayyub (A.S) once to ask Allah to help him but he told her that he couldnt do so because he was so shy before Allah, that Allah gave them 50 years of luxury and he couldnt bear a few years of distress. She went quiet, suffering in silence with him. At the moment, Ayyub (A.S) had not thought about her conditon. Eventually, the situation became worse.Nobody would hire his wife. they would say, “We do not want you to come, you mmight carry the curse into our house.” 

Even though she told that she did not even have food, people would just shut her out. For days they did not have anything to eat. Even in this situation Ayyub (A.S) refused to ask Allah’s mercy and remained patient. 

The next day she went out again to find someone who would give them something to eat. She came to a house a woman opened the door. Upon hearing her appeal, she was told that she had to shave her beautiful hair if she wanted food. She wanted to make a wig out of that beautiful hair.Because of her love for her husband, she shaved all of her hair and carried the food back home. When she reached home, she refused to answer Ayyub (A.S)’s questions reagrding the food.When he got angry, she simply pulled her veil down to show him. Ayyub (A.S) was moved by what he saw. He pitied her. He could not bear her suffering despite his. At that moment, Ayyub (A.S) made a dua which Allah has recorded for us in the Quran, “And (mention), Ayyub when he called to his lord, “Indeed adversity has touched me and you are the most merciful of the merciful.”” Surah Al Anbiya

Allah responded immediately, and commanded him to touch the ground with his foot. He was told by Allah that the water which emerged was cleansing water; so to drink and wash with it. When his wife returned back, she could not even recognize her husband who was no more a sickly man. 

Thereafter Allah returned to Ayyub (A.S) everything in double. 14 children became 28 children. Estates as well as people who believed his message increased. 

The Lessons:

1. It is important for a husband and wife to connect and bear burdens as a team. Sometimes, we may think that out spouse is not doing enough, but it is easy to forget what they are actually doing for the family. 

2. Perhaps by seeing us loving our spouses immensely and caring for each other, we might set an example to our children on how marital relations work. 

3. There is always going to be difficulties. If two people go into marriage thinking that married life is an endless honeymoon, the moment they hit a bump in life, they will give up on each other. Do not forget about perseverance and patience.

[indianloveastrologerbabaji]

Free Dua For Someone To Return Home

Is there anyone that you would like to bring back to your life open in life? It so happens. Dua For Someone To Return Home a person that we used to love or still love happens to leave us.

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Dua Lipa – Radical Optimism

The world around us is quite brutal and ugly currently, so who couldn’t use a little optimism that things can and will get better? Dua Lipa has returned to the music world with a shimmering album titled Radical Optimism. With songwriting and producer credits from Kevin Parker of Tame Impala, plus other seasoned veterans like Danny Harle, Ian Kirkpatrick, and Andrew Wyatt, Dua Lipa comes well-armed for success. The album plays out quickly over the 11-song, 37-minute play time that is filled with thrilling moments, great vocal performances from Dua Lipa, as well as plenty new tricks to her arsenal. Radical Optimism is a heat-seeking missile to the eardrums and is bound to make even the most negative person feel a little bit better about their day after spending some time with it. While the current pop scene seems to lean towards darker elements (much like the brooding pop Billie Eilish), Dua Lipa cuts through the negativity with a surgeon-like precision on this instant pop classic. ”End Of An Era” picks right up where Future Nostalgia left off, and offers a disco-infused anthem as Dua Lipa ponders, “What’s it about a kiss / That makes me feel like this? / Makes me an optimist, I guess.” By honing in on her quest for love, Dua Lipa pens a heartfelt anthem about falling head over heels in a relationship. Lead single, “Houdini” is well-placed in the sequencing, and the rattling beat provides the right landscape for this talented artist to lend her vocals to. It has everything you’d want to see in a standout lead single from a pop artist, and provides a solid transition from the sound she nearly perfected on her sophomore effort. “Training Season” lends itself well to Parker’s guitar picking/playing as it has a Latin-infused vibe to it that explodes out of the gate with a passion behind each lyric. The chorus of, “Need someone to hold me close / Deeper than I’ve ever known / Whose love feels like a rodeo / Knows just how to take control / When I’m vulnerable / He’s straight talking to my soul / Conversation overload / Got me feeling vertigo,” has a steady vocal cadence to it that Dua Lipa excels at and feels right at home with. A more vulnerable side comes from Dua Lipa on “These Walls” as she focuses on an outsider’s perspective of a relationship. Pointed lyrics in the chorus of, “But if these walls could talk (They’d say) / “Enough!” / (They’d say) “Give up” / If these walls could talk / (They’d say) “You know…” / (They’d say) “…you’re fucked” / It’s not supposed to hurt this much / Oh, if these walls could talk / They’d tell us to break up,” showcase the conflict in Dua Lipa’s quest for a lifelong partner. It’s a powerful anthem that provides some musical contrast to the early trio of songs. “Whatcha Doing” rocks with a great bass line that has a pop sheen that is rarely seen this vibrantly. The production reminds me of Michael Jackson albums, with an improved emphasis on Dua Lipa’s vocal performance. The middle section of the record never decelerates its momentum, even with mid-tempo rockers like “French Exit.” Instead, Dua Lipa picks up the pace to her comfortable, breakneck setting on the current single, “Illusion,” that has a piano-laced emphasis on her lyrics on the chorus to make for a club-ready jam. Dua Lipa delivers an all-time vocal performance on the pick-me-up trotting beat on “Falling Forever,” as she cements herself as one of the marquee pop singers of this generation. She sounds like a million bucks here as she commands the song from the opening notes all the way to the finish line. The only song that feels a little out of place is the piano-based ballad of “Anything For Love,” that begins with playful conversation/chatter before Dua Lipa sings like she’s at a jazz bar singing for the most intimate of audiences. The disco beat eventually kicks in at the midway point, but quickly exits before the song can really get its footing. “Maria” is a better example of where Dua Lipa experiments with different sounds from her contemporary take on disco… https://chorus.fm/reviews/dua-lipa-radical-optimism/

[islamicspecialistforloveback]

Dua For Someone To Return Home

Is there anyone that you would like to bring back to your life open in life? It so happens. Dua For Someone To Return Home a person that we used to love or still love happens to leave us. Dua forbids someone farewell In the worst-case scenario, the person ends up leaving us and our family completely. Their separation can leave a vacuum in life. That void and vacuum can be too painful to handle.…

[islamictantramantra]

Dua For Someone To Return Home

Is there anyone that you would like to bring back to your life open in life? It so happens. Dua For Someone To Return Home a person that we used to love or still love happens to leave us. Dua forbids someone farewell In the worst-case scenario, the person ends up leaving us and our family completely.

For More Details Visit Now:- https://islamicduaforgetloveback.com/2023/12/dua-for-someone-to-return-home/

[noorlogue]

Humans with a soft heart like you will always be the best types of people. no matter how much the world taunts you for it and names it your weakness, it will always be one of the best features you possess, for it provides you with such complementing characteristics. characteristics most aren't able to achieve. the anger a lot aren't able to let go of, you forget in moments for the sake of your peace and everyone else's. You love endlessly, whether that love is returned to you or not, and that makes you easier to love for the people worthy of you. forgiving is a must for you, even with those who have broken you over and over again because you can't bear to hold a grudge. Your presence provides people the feeling of home they so desperately, secretively seek, away from the cruelty of this world. you're someone who is easy and open to converse with about anything, and could care less about seeming of a higher level than anyone else. making people smile brings you such pure joy, whether you admit it or not, and seeing one in pain causes you unexplainable pain and guilt. You've been through a lot, and if you were to cry, you'd cry to your Lord, to prevent disturbing anyone, and because you know only He can ease your heart's suffering. you know pain, and you wouldn't wish it on anyone else. your prayers are extremely beautiful, because half of the time, they consist of people whom you don't even know the names of, but know that they are in need of your dua. the patience you have is the same others secretly yearn for. that is the beauty of the heart you possess. It is a blessing from Allah, and never let this dunya harden it.

[theweirdkidinside03]

Smooth Travel as Traffic Accident remained on top of Countdown Top 40 for the fourth week; Angels Like You made a surprising return after 2 years

1. Traffic Accident - Dann & Mujin

2. GENTO - SB19

3. Karma (feat. Ice Spice) - Taylor Swift

4. CUPID - FIFTY FIFTY

5. Curtains - Ed Sheeran

6. Satellite - Harry Styles

7. Angel Pt. 1 - NLE Choppa, Kodak Black, Jimin of BTS, JVKE & Muni Long

8. WHERE SHE GOES - Bad Bunny

9. Princess Diana - Ice Spice & Nicki Minaj

10. Jaded - Miley Cyrus

11. Waffle House - Jonas Brothers

12. Middle Ground - Maroon 5

13. Crushed - Imagine Dragons

14. Double Fantasy (feat. Future) - The Weeknd

15. The Show - Niall Horan

16.THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS (feat. Dan + Shay) - Charlie Puth

17. End Of Time - Zara Larsson

18. Attention - Doja Cat

19. Angels Like You - Miley Cyrus

20. Chemical - Post Malone

21. Red Ruby Da Sleeze - Nicki Minaj

22. Alone - Kim Petras & Nicki Minaj

23. They Don’t Love It - Jack Harlow

24. Dance The Night - Dua Lipa

25. Cheetah - Jackson Wang

26. Miracle - Calvin Harris & Ellie Goulding

27. Talm’ Bout - Chris Brown

28. Like Crazy - Jimin

29. Rock And A Hard Place - Bailey Zimmerman

30. this is what losing someone feels like - JVKE

31. Never Ending Song - Conan Gray

32. OK - Jeremy Zucker

33. Favorite Song - Toosii

34. Heaven - Niall Horan

35. Eyes Closed - Ed Sheeran

36. Fall In Love Alone - Stacey Ryan

37. VOID - Melanie Martinez

38. Wild Tonight - Josh Cullen

39. Home To Another One - Madison Beer

40. Padam Padam - Kylie Minogue

[rashidali768]

Dua for lost love back is the most powerful one to get back your love. If you feel that you have lost your love and want to get your love back in your life then you may use this powerful dua for lost love. This dua for love back is the best one to use when you are in love with someone and you have gone through a fight or misunderstanding where you feel that you have lost your love.

In this article i am going to give a very very power full dua for lost love back. love is the most important thing in our life. But after some time we can’t live without it. If you feel that you have lost your love then you have to pray this dua.  Inshallah after few days your love will come back to you. So try this dua.

Dua for marriage

The Islamic Dua for marriage is one Dua that can help you find love. This Dua should be recited both by the man and the woman who wish to get married. This is a powerful Dua that can help you in finding your better half. In this blog, you will learn about this Dua in detail. You will also know the Dua that you need to recite to get married to your beloved.

The relationship between husband and wife is bound to have difficulties and bumps along the way. Spouses are like two sides of a coin. If one side is up, the other side is down. In other words, they balance each other out. All relationships go through ups and downs, but strong relationships always manage to find their way back to one another. The key to a happy marriage isn’t anything major or complicated. In fact, there’s a very simple dua that can help strengthen and bolster the relationship.

If You want your love back then read the article mentioning Dua For Lost Love Back in 3 Days

Dua for happy married life

If you want a happy married life then read the article mentioning Dua for happy married life . this dua helps you to have a happy marriage life . A dua for happy marriage helps you to increase love between husband and wife .

If your husband is to aggressive and do not give you time and you want him to be calm then read to the metioned Dua for aggressive Husband . If your wife do not listen to you and don’t even takes your things seriously and you want her to be obedient to you read the article mentioning Dua To Make Wife Obedient .

Dua for good health and good living

Dua for broken Heart : Dua To Cure A Broken Heart

Tahajjud Dua For Lost Love Back

Islamic Dua For Someone Special To Fall In Love With You

Powerful Islamic Dua To Return Someone Home

Dua for love back : How To Pray For Your Love To Come Back

Powerful Dua To Create Love In Someone’s Heart : Ask Allah To Make Someone love you

Islamic Dua For Marriage Proposal : Love Marriage Or Arrange Marriage

Dua For Lost Love Back In 3 Days

The Surah To Make Someone Talk To You Again Love

Surah For Someone To Return Home

Powerful Surah For someone special you love

Surah For The Good Life Partner

Surah For Love Back Surah To Get My Love Back

Surah Taha For Love Broken Heart

Surah To Make Someone Fall In Love With You

Surah for love

Dua for love

Love is a beautiful feeling that can make anyone happy. But what is more painful than losing that love? It is sad to lose the person whom you have loved and love back in your life. The sad feeling of losing someone so dear to you can drive you to do things that can ruin your life forever. But if you are in love with someone, you also need to believe on ALLAH . If you are working on the love problem, you will be able to get the love of your life back in 3 days. Getting love back in 3 days is not an easy task.

The best solution for lost love problem is dua. This dua can make your lost love come back in your life. You do not need to worry about are you lost your love or not, this will help you to solve this problem.

Surah To MAKE SOMEONE FALL IN lOVE WITH YOU :

Love is the most beautiful feeling on earth and one can do anything to make the beloved feel special. We do not need a reason to love someone but for those who want a trigger to fall in love with, here are the best love spells for you. Also read dua for love back .

Love is an extremely intense feeling, which when expressed lead to an enormous change in one’s life. If you want happy, joyous life and you want to avoid the unnecessary dispute, then you must experience the love by reading the Surah An-Noor or Surah Al-Falaq.

All the people have a drop of love and romance in their blood. This love is a natural feeling. The verse of the Quran gives us the true love, peace and tranquility. It is said that both men and women are so in love with each other that the love of the men .

[parkersroses]

it’s golden. | harry styles.

summary: Harry brings you to the Grammy’s and it all ends in a wonderful night. 

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

word count: 2.5k words

warning(s): all fluff, small mentions of sensual stuff

a/n: (disclaimer: gif belongs to @hers <3) hello! been a while! i’ve been wanting to write something since harry won a grammy award, which i’m unbelievably proud of him. so enjoy this cloud of unedited fluff. reblog and comment if you liked this. buy me a coffee if you’d like to support me further <3

The Grammy Awards had been an anticipating event you both waited for. In your honest opinion, you thought Harry deserved a nomination way back during the success of his first album or even his later One Direction days. 

Nevertheless, you couldn’t be more proud of your lover, having not been nominated once, but thrice. He himself couldn’t believe how Fine Line, a labour of his love and hardwork, was recognized on this scale. Luckily, you were both safely together in the comfort of your own home when the nominations were announced. That day was later filled with a lot of love and celebration for him, with you congratulating him as many times as you could, in many ways you could. 

The buzz about Harry being a Grammy-nominated artist instantly filled the set of ‘Don’t Worry, Darling’, nearly everyone congratulating the supporting lead actor of their film. Although Harry gets very shy whenever someone compliments his success, he still took pride in how his effort and resilience got him to where he was.

The following weeks were filled with preparation and planning, with Harry being announced that he would be opening the event. It was only fitting that he would perform Watermelon Sugar, considering it is now a Grammy nominated single. He had some doubts with the choice of song though. He knew it was a big and popular summer song and it had been playing everywhere since he released the song. Harry knew there would be some people that are just bored and tired of the song already and opted to change it.

However, you managed to talk some sense in him, knowing how award seasons like this can be nerve wracking.

“I’m just saying, it’s been playing around for more than a year. People are probably bored of it,” Harry said as he laid on your shared bed, staring at the ceiling like it was the most fascinating thing ever. 

Finishing up your skincare routine, you looked back at him. “And? If you want to perform it, it shouldn’t really matter if people got tired of it. I still love the song,” you reassured him. 

He lifted his head slightly off his pillow to look at you. “Yeah, but still. Maybe if I performed other songs from the album, people might enjoy the performance more.” He sighed as he plopped his head back on the pillow.

You quickly climbed in the bed, plopping right next to him. Harry grunted as you put your head on his chest and intertwine your legs, instantly wrapping his arms around you. He turned his head to press small kisses on the crown of your head. “Don’t know why I’m worried about it. I’m sorry if I’m being over dramatic about it.” He apologised to you. 

“You know I love your over-dramaticness nonetheless, bubs.” You comforted him, kissing above his heart as you looked up at him. “But you shouldn’t worry so much. If Watermelon Sugar is what you wanna perform, then you should go for it. It’s a Grammy-nominated song anyways. But just remember to have fun. It’s only your first time being nominated and performing there.” 

Harry hummed in reply as he stared into your eyes. Often times, he still finds himself mesmerized by your eyes despite the long years of you being together. “Besides, I’ll be there, in the front row, where you can look at me when you’re nervous.” You smiled at him and he smiled back at the thought of you cheering on him in possibly one of the most important nights of his life. 

Harry leaned up and pressed a kiss on your lips, sighing at mere taste and softness of it. “I’d really love that. Thank you, lovie.” He mumbled into the kiss, breaking away as he smiled gleefully at you. He truly did adore you and the little things you would do for him. You pressed another kiss on his lips, Harry was quick enough to return the action. “Anytime, bubs.” You said.

The week of the Grammys came by quickly, which meant Harry’s nerves only escalated from the day he found out he was performing. He had some costume fittings for the event to do and planning for how the set is going to look. He kept some secrets from you about what he was going to wear for his performance and you were initially upset about it because you enjoy getting a sneak peek into his fashion sense for these types of situations. But Harry constantly assured you that you’ll love it when you see it, although you always love whatever he decides to wear.

For all you know, he’d be wearing a trash bag and you’ll still think he is the sexiest man you ever laid eyes on. 

Eventually, the day of the Grammys finally came. Harry was almost certain that he was going to throw up in his room. He paces back and forth, trying to ease down his nerves. You told him you’d be running a bit late but promised him that you’ll be there before he could sing the first word of the song. Soon enough, it was time to go. He meets up with his band and they all huddle together to say some words of encouragement. It was a big night for all of them. 

About five minutes before he’s supposed to go on stage, he hears a familiar voice calling out to him. He turns around and sees his love running up to him, apologising profusely to those she bumped into. He grins widely and opens his arms wide for you to run into them. He hugs you tight, swaying you both from side to side as his hands feel the satin pink dress you wore. 

You both pull away with wide grins on your faces and you let your hands rest on his bare chest. “Bold choice of the outfit, Mr. Styles,” you tease him. Harry chuckles at you as he presses his forehead against yours. “Told ye you’ll love it, didn’t I?” he says and you hummed in reply. 

“I do. I really love it. Y’look like a rockstar,” you admit as you fix the leather jacket. Someone calls for Harry and it’s time for his time to shine. You pull his face down to your level and give a couple of good luck kisses, not that he needed any luck because he’ll do great no matter what. 

“I love you,” you said lovingly. Harry steals another kiss from you before he parts away. “I love you, too,” He says and winks at you, making your cheeks turn red as you put on your mask.

Just as you said before, you stay through the whole performance, your eyes always focused on him with the energy and charm he always brings into every show. You have to admit that his outfit was really doing things to you. You love how fitting the pants were on Harry’s legs, not to mention how great his ass looks as he danced around on stage. You did not miss the times where his jacket opened slightly and exposed more of his bare chest. Your eyes linger on the chest littered with tattoos you love to trace and give kisses and hickies on it. 

Similarly, Harry couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. The way the pink satin dress you wore hugged every inch of your body. Even behind the mask you were wearing, he knew you were smiling underneath it as you watched him sing. Admittedly, he wasn’t even looking at you because he was nervous; he simply was just admiring how absolutely ravishing you were looking. But that’s a thought he’ll get back to when the night is done. 

As the performance ended, the people around the set applauded. Harry bows down, humbly thanking them and a big smile breaks on his face when he hears your cheers. And it was moments like this where he loves the fact that you are his biggest fan. 

The both of you meet back in his designated room where he is supposed to change his outfit for the main event. He pushes your body gently against the wall as he desperately kisses you. Your arms are around his shoulder as you weave your fingers through his hair. He’s definitely going to get in trouble for that mess soon. His hands travel slowly down your body and stops on your behind, cheekily grabbing a handful. You moan into the kiss and Harry lets his tongue into your mouth. 

“Baby,” you say in between the kisses. “Gotta get you changed,” you giggle as he kisses you; he swears his heart flutters whenever you laugh. “Yeah? Did ya like my performance out there, lovie?” he asks as he lips travel to your cheek and down your neck. 

Harry feels you shiver and you could feel his smirk against your skin. You pull his face away from you and he pouts. “I love it. But you have to change for the main event,” you say and smile at his childish pout. You kiss the tip of his nose which makes him scrunch his face up. “Promise we’ll do this again later,” 

And his eyes widen at the suggestion and he steals a peck from you. “I’m looking forward to that, lovie,” he smirks. 

━

The event was definitely something you didn’t think you’d get to experience. You honestly had to pinch yourself, hoping that was actually Dua Lipa and Taylor Swift that were sitting a few tables away from you. With every category leading up to the ones Harry was nominated, you could feel his hands sweating as they’re intertwined with yours. Harry didn’t mind if he didn’t win, but the thought of actually winning was definitely there in his mind. 

You lift your hands, pull down your mask and press small kisses on the back of his hand, reassuring him always. And he smiles in gratitude at you. 

As they are announcing the nominees for Best Pop Solo Performance, Harry’s hand grips yours tighter and you rub his arm in hopes to ease his nerves. The moment you hear the words ‘Watermelon Sugar’, you jump up from your chair and scream through your mask just as everyone else in the room stands and applaud him. Harry, for one, is in complete utter disbelief that he is the winner. 

He stands from his chair, removing his mask, and gives you the biggest smile and tightest hug. “You did it, baby,” he hears you say in his ear amidst the applause, cheers and his song playing in the background. After giving Jeff a hug, he makes his way towards the stage. He picks up the shiny golden gramophone for a moment and sets it down before giving his speech. As he expresses his thanks and gratitude, you sit there looking up at him with the proudest face. Your heart feels warm knowing how this dream of his was finally a reality. 

His speech nears its end when he makes one last thank you. “And to my love, for always believing in me and always telling me to strive for greatness. You were the first person I shared this album in its entirety and you’ve given me the love and support that is beyond what I deserve. I love you endlessly and this wouldn’t have been possible without you. I feel very honoured to be standing here with all of you so thank you so much,” He thanks the audience again before leaving the stage so he could sit next to you again, completely forgetting about his award on stage which made you giggle. 

The night goes on and the both of you continue to soak in the magical night. At one point, you manage to have a conversation with Taylor Swift and you are surprised that you didn’t pass out. While Harry didn’t win in the other categories he was in, he was still grateful for the achievement and recognition he got. It was a marvelous night, he admits.

It was very late when you got home. You chuck your shoes away as you enter and quickly make your way to the couch where you could rest for a bit. Harry chuckles at you as he closes the door. He leans over you, smiling at your tired state and admiring your figure as your dress rises to your mid-thighs when you lie down. 

“Scoot over, bubs,” he says as he takes off his orange blazer and black boa. He squeezes in beside you, resting his face on your chest while holding you close so you don’t fall off the edge of the couch. He hums as he feels your fingers running through his hair, pressing soft kisses on his head. 

For a moment, he slowly feels himself falling asleep before he hears you gasp from above. “I forgot something!” you exclaim as you pull yourself off from under and rush to the kitchen. You hear Harry whine in protest as you leave him on the couch. “Bubs, I wanna cuddle,” he whines, his face smushed up against the couch as he misses your warmth. 

“One second, H!” you say back to him. He hears you rummaging through something and for a second, he is intrigued by what you have up your sleeve. Harry hears your footsteps coming back and hears you setting down something as it clinks on the coffee table. 

“Bubs, open your eyes!” 

Harry is tempted to just fall asleep right then and there, but he hears the excitement in your voice and sighs against the couch as he opens his eyes. There you are, with the sweetest smile on your face next to a small round chocolate cake on a cake stand. Next to it are some plates, forks and a knife. Harry gets up and sits down next to you. “W-What? Where did you get this?” he says as he smiles at you. 

“I made it for you. Today right before I went to see you. It’s why I was running late before your performance,” you beam at him and Harry looks at you in pure adoration. “I would’ve written something, like ‘Grammy Winner’ or something but that would be mocking you, you know, in case you didn’t win. But now you won and I kinda feel bad tha-” 

Your words are cut off as Harry smashes his lips against yours. You hum in delight as your lips move against each other. Harry breaks away and cups your face in his large hands. They may be rough due to the guitar scars he gets, but they’re where yours belong. 

“I love it, baby. Thank you,” he says sincerely and both of you smile, your eyes and heart holding all the love you had for each other. “I love you too. Anything for my Grammy-winner love,” you say softly as you peck his lips again. “Shall we?” you motion your head towards the cake. Harry agrees as he watches you cutting the cake for the both of you, his smile filled with love and adoration for you. 

And he admits that you are simply the most amazing person he has ever loved. He had the most marvelous and golden night with you.