#legend-waitforit-harry

[angstrry]

BOXER!HARRY

— (☆) indicates smut

☆ harryistheonlyoneforme

☆ lovemepleaase

☆ imasinnerimsorry

☆ 1994sunflower

havethetimeofyourlifestyles

☆ legend-waitforit-harry

4everinsane

☆ knockout series by freedomfireflies

[twistofpayne]

First Line Challenge

RULES: List the first lines of the last ten stories you published.* Look to see if there are any patterns that you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any! Then tag some friends. I was tagged by the @nevergooutofstiles - whomst you definitely need to read on ao3.

Unfortunately I’ve only written 8 things in the last year-ish, so here they are in reverse order.

The sea breeze, if Dawsey Adams cared to notice, bore the scent of salt, foam, and decomposing seaweed, same as it always has. (Paper Riches)

There’s only one person who raps on his front door with such vigor so late at night, unaccompanied by the clamor of German shouting, so Dawsey braces himself, hand on the knob, for Elizabeth McKenna to storm into his foyer with her next risky scheme to secure them more food, or supplies, or books. (Mirror Matter)

Harry draws a deep breath. (Of Swords and Sage)

The dilapidated sedan crawls to a halt a quarter mile past the moor’s eastern gate. Bobby turns around in the driver’s seat, one hand braced against the headrest of the passenger seat, and nods once to each of them. (Constant Star)

“Not again,” Liam hisses, barely audible even to himself over the shrieking smoke alarm. (i used to be a baker)

Aria let the dinnerware drop into the sink louder than necessary. (The Iron Sting)

“Been a while since we ended up with you here, Moony.” (homework)

I am at home during the summer; it’s between graduate school semesters. (fireflies)

This was fun! Apparently I have a lot of variation, 54 words in #2 compared to 5 in #3.

I tag @stylesmyth and @legend-waitforit-harry ^.^

[stylessemantics]

Bloop ❤

bloop; spirit animal?

hmmm tough. I wouldn’t know, i’ve taken various tests after getting this questions and they all give me different answers; cat, fox, butterfly, so… i truly do not know.

I’d link y’all to the list of questions but i can’t access my tumblr other than dashboard view ( @/staff hello HELP)

update i fixed my own mistake ha, im dumb. here’s the list cute ask list here

[hardcandyhaz]

@stylessemantics doesn’t know me but she’s reblogging her Hades!Harry stuff and now I’m in a mood so I blame her

Harry had always loved Autumn. Demeter had always had to cool down the weather to a nice frost in order to give the life she created time to rest and Harry loved everything about it. He much preferred the neutral colors of the falling foliage over the pastels of spring and brights of summer, the head wreaths worn by the gods crafted from the crispy leaves in place of the sleeping flowers.

It had been autumn when he found her, checking flowers in a meadow to be sure that they were still alive and well under the frost and would awaken in spring fresh and well. His interest had peaked then, fondness tugging at his heartstrings as he watched how kind and gentle she was.

It had been the autumn equinox many years later when he finally made his way out of his kingdom and onto Olympus at Zeus’ invitation and he had seen her seated beside her mother, observing the ways of godly politics. There had been a feast and socializing afterward, the two having a good conversation and Harry praying she didn’t hear his heart pounding out of his chest.

Years after that, it had been autumn equinox yet again when he appeared from the underworld on his chariot, a stunned Persephone staring at him with a cautious and reserved curiosity.

“Hades, isn’t it?” She questioned casually, remembering the equinox celebration long ago.

He had spent the day with the living, knowing he’d be facing the wrath of his brother for abandoning his duties of reckoning the souls of the dead, but he didn’t mind much as long as he wasn’t victim to another lightning bolt to the ass.

It had been autumn equinox when she decided to leave the land of the living to be with him. He hadn’t known Demeter knew nothing of her daughter’s whereabouts with the king of the underworld. It had been a blissful six months, Harry overjoyed as he showered her with affection and promises of forever, the two unaware of anything happening above the underworld. It was dark and often lonely for Persephone when Harry was busy, but she felt more at home and at peace with Harry than she had ever felt on Olympus under the watchful gaze of her parents.

When Zeus quite literally stormed into the underworld looking for Persephone, she had disappeared. Harry couldn’t find her anywhere, trying to explain to his brother that he thought the gods knew where she was as he looked for her. He was furious, appalled at the level of immaturity his wife was showing, running off to the underworld without telling anyone where she was and hiding from Zeus when she was caught instead of facing him for her betrayal.

“If you started looking at anything besides each other you’d know she didn’t say a word about where she was. Demeter is devastated, panicked for half a year looking for her and then I have Hermes telling me she’s rendezvousing with my brother in the world of the dead?”

Harry opened his mouth to reply, but it clamped shut as they entered the orchid where she sat before a tree, gaze cast down sadly at a fruit in her hands.

“Persephone!” Hades called sharply, walking at a brisk pace to her. He stood before her and her sad gaze lifted to meet his glowing green eyes.

“Please don’t be angry with me.” She whispered.

“Thought you told your mother where you were.” Was his reply and she closed her eyes, a tear streaking down her cheek. He was angry with her.

“She wouldn’t have let me come.”

Harry’s heart pulled in his chest. All he had wanted was for her to be with him, how could he stay angry if the only way for it to happen was to go behind Demeter’s back? “You can’t just up and leave without telling anyone where you are.”

“I’m sorry.”

“S’alright, darling. We can talk the misunderstanding out with Demeter and Zeus.”

She cast a wary glance at Zeus. “He’s not here to talk it out. He’s here to take me back. You can’t let him.”

“This is out of my jurisdiction, sweetheart-”

“You promised me forever.” She reminded him, casting her eyes down again.

Harry turned her face to look at him again, cradling either side of her jaw with both hands. “Why are you crying, my love?” He asked, wiping at the tears overflowing from her eyes with his thumbs.

“I couldn’t leave you.”

It was then Harry looked down at the pomegranate in her hands, the fruit staining her fingertips pink. “Persephone,”

“I’m sorry.” She choked again, a wave of fresh tears cascading down her face.

“How many did you eat?” He asked softly, gently prying the fruit from her hands.

“Six.” She replied. “I was- I was going for twelve but I started thinking about my mother and-” She cut herself off as a sob ripped through her.

“You really want to be stuck with me that bad?” He asked and she nodded without hesitation.

“We’re going home, Persephone.” Zeus said gruffly.

“This is my-”

“This is not your home. You belong with your mother alongside the flowers and living things.” Zeus interrupted.

“You can’t make me stay there.” She said. “You can make me go, but you can’t make me stay. I’ve eaten the fruit of the dead, you can’t keep me from coming back.”

And so, in order to stop the harsh and relentless winter Demeter had set upon the land, a compromise was made that Persephone would spend half the year with Demeter and half the year with her husband.

Harry had always loved autumn, but he loved it even more now that he had one more thing to look forward to every year.

Autumn equinox celebrations among the gods had been made sufficiently more uncomfortable, the rest of the gods hyper aware of the tension between Harry, Demeter and Persephone year after year. Persephone had come to the celebration with her mother, but would be going home with her husband at the end of the night. Harry knew there was no way of redeeming himself to Demeter after “kidnapping a defiling her daughter” as Demeter liked to put it, though in Harry’s defense he hadn’t done anything wrong.

When they finally did make their way to his castle in the underworld, the both of them happily buzzed on ambrosia, Harry swept her up and carried her to their bedroom, relieved his bed wouldn’t be as cold now that she was back with him where she belonged.

They stayed in bed for what seemed like ages, her scent surrounding him. She always smelled like fresh white gardenia with an undertone of pomegranate, the tease. When she first joined him every year there was a hint of the rotting leaves and crisp foliage of autumn clinging to her, a reminder of the winter to come at her own fault, but it usually faded before too long.

They liked to catch up on the half year they’d spent away from each other every equinox over a stolen treat from the castle kitchen, cross-legged on their bed. By the end of the night Harry would be stifling her with affection, words of love grunted in her ear as they tangled themselves in the sheets and she gasped into his neck, soft “I love you’s” tumbling from her lips, the two of them making up for lost time. It was then he said things to her that made her feel more loved than anyone had before.

“Miss you every day of the six months you’re away from me,”

“Promised you forever, didn’t I?”

“The things you do to me, s’not fair for you to leave me wanting you for so long.”

Unfortunately, there was no such thing as a day off for a god, no matter how much time he wanted to spend with his wife. So she accompanied him, used to helping Harry with the reckoning of souls after so many years. Those who died in the autumn and winter were relieved, knowing Persephone’s kindness and Harry with his love by his side showed mercy to the souls. Gods help anyone who died in early spring when Harry, angry and grieving for the loss of his wife, sent far more souls than necessary to turmoil.

And when Harry returned to his chamber after a long day of godly duties too see his sleeping wife far too close to his side of the bed, he would join her and she’d move as close to him as she possibly could to banish the cold of the season with his body heat and he was reminded again of how much he loved autumn.

[stylesinthewild]

Happy birthday 🤗💕

thank you so much <33333333333

[weeklyfangirl]

Imagine y/N having a really bad and coming home stressed and frat H is just worried but also knows that she does want to talk about it. And just lets her have her soacebut then she gets curious where he's at and goes to the other room to see a

Pillow fort lighted with golden fairy lights and H is grinning from inside. And he’s got treats for you. And you just in there with a lot of terrible jokes from him and tickles and laughing to the point where your cheeks hurt and you just forget about the crap day you had because you’ve got this, and him. And you know whatever life throws at you, you got nothing to complain because you got this idiot to just pull you back up if you’re too low to that on your own 

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and you don’t mind throwing in a jestful line in like, “so…..the great frat boy has fairy lights in his closet hm? hiding anything else in there?” and he’d immediately squeeze you tighter, roll a bit so half his body is on top of yours, and the stubble of his jaw would rub against your soft cheek as he whispered a warning in your ear. “Never fucking say that in public.” and when he presses a hot kiss to your neck, you’d forgotten all the other witty comments you were going to say anyway

[habibharry]

Happy birthday, love🤗🤗🤗

Thank youuuuuu 💝

[icanseeyourholo]

Just read ps2 and HE IS SUCH A DORK! I LOVE HIM! AND YOU! Thank you so much!

thank you! I LOVE YOU AND HIM TOO!! ❤️❤️

[harryknowsme]

thank you for existing. 💗 send this to 10 people that you think that deserve a sweet and kind message in their inbox 💕

Thank you so much, J!!!!!  I hope you’ve been well. We haven’t chatted in forever because I’m a terrible person.  That doesn’t mean I haven’t been thinking of you and wishing you the happiest days ever!!! 

[harktheharold]

thank you for existing. 💗 send this to 10 people that you think that deserve a sweet and kind message in their inbox 💕

Ohhh I didn’t even see this!! Right back atcha 😊😊

[pinkharold]

@sillydreamstar, @legend-waitforit-harry, @harrysmeadow

Thank you all so much darlings 💜💜💜

[hstylesficrecs]

Hades!Harry

adashofniallandsprinkleoflunacy

Hades!Harry Masterlist

0nlythrowharrybeaux

The Divine Feminine

harryforvogue

[x]

sapphicgarlic

Saffron & weeds - headcannon [x]

Legend-waitforit-harry

The Only One

sunflowervolvimp3

Hades!Harry Masterlist

[hrryfics]

boxer

Sweet As Honey (series) @c-h-e-r-r-y-y

Harry’s a famous boxer, living with y/n and their baby, and loving life…until his past comes knocking

Brutality (series) @strawberriestyles

In which Melody is reacquainted with an old classmate named Harry, and must keep afloat in the violent, criminal lifestyle of an underground boxer.

143 @havethetimeofyourstyles

in which harry joins a new gym and you’re a trainer there.

Pub Part 2 @perkqularkreashions

In which Y/N meets one of the New York’s notorious underground boxing champions, Harry Styles

The Boxer @moonchildstyles

harrys a boxer and really doesn’t like feeling things but then he meet (y/n) and she’s just too pretty and cute and harry can’t help but want her

Safe Word @maylovexhs

After Y/N sees H boxing, she wants to be rough . . in bed.

Sucker Punch @1994sunflower

months after harry broke up with you, you were determined to never see him again. but when you receive a text out of nowhere, inviting you to his next underground boxing match, you find that you might’ve not been as over him as you would have wished.

Model!Y/N and Boxer!Harry argue and “break up” just before Boxer! H has a boxing match @cherryfabi

Model!Y/N and Boxer!Harry argue and break up just before Boxer! H has a boxing match. Boxer! H loses the match and ends up in the hospital.

I Told You @hestylesno

In which Boxer!Harry gets a bit bruised up.

Black and Blue @lovemepleaase

in which harry is a boxer with a reputation to uphold and y/n is his weak spot.

Jab Cross Hook Uppercut @hrina

Harry is an underground boxer who may or may not have feelings for his coach’s daughter.

NFWMB @sunflowervolvimp3

in which you’re a nurse and he’s a boxer

His Whiskey, Her Ring @wanderingtrash

Boxer! Harry Imagine @4everinsane

Making You Stay @legend-waitforit-harry

[weeklyfangirl]

❤❤❤

wowowowow you’re a cutie ❤

[biggerthan-thewholesky]

thank you for existing. 💗 send this to 10 people that you think that deserve a sweet and kind message in their inbox 💕

you’re so sweet thank YOU for existing!!

[huccimermaidshirts]

Hi, just want to say 💕💕💕💕💕 that's it. Have a great day!

J, omg all the love right back at you, my friend♥️💖💖♥️💓♥️💞♥️💜♥️❤️