#😭how does Harry even survive

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harry x director!y/n

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ynupdates Y/N ARRIVING IN VENICE ITALY LAST NIGHT FOR THE 79TH ANNUAL VENICE FILM FESTIVAL

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ynfan7 YES YES YES

harryfan10 she looks so stressed out

ynfan6 if paparazzi was following you how would you feel

harryfan13 are you guys forgetting she just had a kid a few months ago?

ynfan11 she came to slay

harryfan14 yeah her and harry definitely broke up 🫠

ynfan16 do not…please

harryfan18 y/n has that single person glow

ynfan12 can everyone just leave her alone

harryfan15 leave mother alone!

ynfan19 SLAYED

harryfan17 is everyone just ignoring the fact that she’s the director and is probably very busy since dwd is coming out soon…most likely she’s still with harry

ynfan20 right…harry literally has a baby with her, he’s never going to break up with her 😭

harryfan22 monday is going to be HELL

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harryflorals HARRY AND Y/N AT THEIR HOTEL IN VENICE TODAY!

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ynfan25 i knew they were still together

harryfan27 YOU ALL ARE GOING TO HELL 😭

ynfan29 the way he’s grabbing her chin…don’t talk to me

harryfan26 i can’t do this

ynfan28 NAURRRR

harryfan30 alexa play fine line by harry styles

ynfan32 THEY ARE SO CUTE

harryfan34 i can’t believe i’m saying this but…yes they are 💔

ynfan31 hottest couple ever

harryfan33 harry…count your days

ynfan35 why are they giving jack and alice vibes 🤭

harryfan37 so y/n is still with harry…good for her

ynfan39 we all survived the cheating rumors

harryfan36 i didn’t even believe them…harry and y/n are the type of couple to stay together forever…

ynfan40 crying over this

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papermagazine Y/N L/N reportedly will not be attending Don’t Worry Darling’s press conference for The Venice Film Festival because a few conflicts in her schedule came up.

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harryfan43 I’M CRYING WHAT IS HAPPENING

ynfan45 y/n leaving harry to answer all the questions is so funny

harryfan47 not florence and y/n skipping the conference 🤭

ynfan49 they are so real for that

harryfan44 isn't she the director though? this is so unprofessional…

ynfan46 y/n was the one that got the movie to be premiered at the venice film festival, let her skip the press conference if she wants

harryfan48 she can do whatever she wants…i will be there to defend her

ynfan50 chris, gemma and harry: 👁👄👁

harryfan52 what are the conflicts though

ynfan54 y/n most likely does not want to answer questions

harryfan56 florence and y/n said not today

ynfan58 i mean at least she’s going to the premiere

harryfan51 her and harry were seen together just a few hours ago…😭

ynfan53 jeff is working hard i see

harryfan55 what on earth is going on in the house of commons

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harryupdates “Our son is teething very badly and YN wouldn’t leave his side, she would’ve loved to be here but she puts our family first over work. She’s such an amazing mother, I love her so much. Thankfully she left Chris in charge instead of me.” - Harry at Don’t Worry Darling’s press conference.

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ynfan61 HE’S SO IN LOVE WITH HER IT’S SICK

harryfan63 not her putting chris in charge instead of harry

ynfan65 she knows how he answers questions 😭

harryfan67 harry looked so happy when they asked about y/n

ynfan69 he’s so hot, i don’t blame y/n for having a kid with him

harryfan62 the ring on his finger got me thinking about life…💔

ynfan64 y/n is such a good mother i can’t

harryfan66 harry talking about y/n with a smile on my face makes me cry

ynfan68 don’t bring it up again please

harryfan70 someone run me over

ynfan72 now can people stop attacking y/n for not going to the conference

harryfan74 he’s just praying on my downfall

ynfan76 “our family” literally sobbing over him saying that

harryfan78 it was so cute

ynfan71 i will be thinking about this forever

harryfan73 omg their son is teething

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florencepugh Distracting a teething baby is harder than you think. I applaud my dear friend Y/N for being such an amazing mother.

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ynfan80 STOP OMG THIS IS SO ADORABLE

harryfan82 florence and y/n hanging out wanna makes me happy 😭

yourinstagram we love you ms. flo ❤️

florencepugh I love you both very much!!! it was so fun hanging out with the two of you!!

ynfan84 i love the way they skipped the press conference and hung out together

gemmachan So very cute!!!

harryfan86 y/n is wearing harry’s sunglasses…someone please kill me

harry_lambert queen of all mothers

ynfan88 i’m crying over this

harrystyles I love my two bunnies.

yourinstagram go and finish getting ready

harrystyles Whyyyy.

harryfan81 i seriously love them together 🫠

jefezoff this duo is amazing

ynfan83 y/n is so beautiful 🫡

nickkroll one director holding a future director

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yndaily Y/N ARRIVING AT THE DWD PREMIERE FOR THE 79TH VENICE INTERNATIONAL FILM FESTIVAL!

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harryfan92 MOTHER MOTHER MOTHER

ynfan94 i really didn’t think she would show up with harry

harryfan96 me either 😭

ynfan98 when they both got out of the car hand in hand i gasped

harryfan90 y/n is literally so pretty

ynfan93 the way people cheered for her the loudest…honestly i would too

harryfan95 SHE LOOKS SO HAPPY 🫠

ynfan97 y/n arrived and slayed

harryfan99 this is her moment

ynfan91 the woman behind the magic ✨

harryfan100 i love her so very much

ynfan103 dwd is my joker

harryfan105 y/n seemed so excited 🥹

ynfan107 BEST FEMALE DIRECTOR EVER

harryfan101 this is so cute

ynfan104 she’s wearing a ring…

harryfan106 harry is too 🥲

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ynharrydaily “I’m very honored to be here. I just had a baby a few months ago so events like this have felt weird to me ever since. Luckily I have my husband Harry here for comfort.” - Y/N getting interviewed by Variety for The Venice Film Festival!

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ynfan113 HELLO??? SHE LOOKS SO GOOD

harryfan115 husband…

ynfan117 i’m literally screaming 🫠

harryfan110 crying and throwing up

ynfan119 i had a feeling they got married

harryfan121 WELCOME HOME CHEATER

ynfan124 so y/n is basically mrs. styles now 😭

harryfan126 this is the cause of my downfall

ynfan128 y/n talking about harry was the sweetest thing ever

harryfan130 imagine being married to THE harry styles

ynfan132 i’m emotionally unstable

harryfan134 listening to cinema…thank you y/n

ynfan136 y/n causally revealing that she’s married to harry…

harryfan138 if i was her i would do the same thing too

ynfan131 she’s trending on twitter…queen behavior

harryfan133 screaming into my pillow

ynfan137 y/n can’t keep surprising us like this

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harry_lambert Mrs. Styles for The Venice Film Festival.

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harryfan143 lambert…count your days

ynfan140 NOT MRS. STYLES 😭

yourinstagram i love you lambyyyy, thank you for everything!

harry_lambert i love you more more darling ❤️

harryfan144 SHE ATE UP THE RED CARPET

jefezoff queen of all directors!!!

ynfan142 y/n is the literal definition of a milf

harrystyles My beautiful wife, Mrs. Styles.

yourinstagram you are the love of my life, h!

harryfan145 i’m so sick right now

alessandro_michele truly the best woman i know

ynfan147 loving the y/n content

annetwist my daughter in law is so gorgeous 🤍

harryfan148 I WOULD MARRY Y/N AND WRITE ALBUMS ABOUT HER TOO

pillowpersonpp i love her so much!!!!

ynfan150 4 + 4 =

harris_reed OH. MY. GOD.

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yourinstagram venice with my love!

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harryfan208 HARRY’S SMILE

ynfan202 the caption 😭

harrystyles One of the best days ever.

yourinstagram you are so cute!

harryfan204 banging my head against the wall

glenne_azoff you both are so adorable

ynfan209 harry looks so happy omg

harryfan211 right…and most likely it’s because of y/n 🫠

kidharpoon mr and mrs. styles, i adore you!!!

ynfan213 this relationship is so cute 🥲

florencepugh you both put a smile on my face!!! 💕

harryfan215 and what if y/n took this picture of harry…

ynfan217 she probably did…

emmalouisecorrin you two are so cute together

harryfan219 I CAN’T KEEP DOING THIS

brittany_broski thank you for this mrs. styles

ynfan212 i’m sobbing

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variety Our first look of Y/N Styles in her film, Don’t Worry Darling.

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harryfan223 on my knees

ynfan225 THIS MOVIE IS GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME

harrystyles So so so gorgeous.

yourinstagram spit on me like you spit on chris pine, harry!

harrystyles Gladly darling.

harryfan227 WHAT 😭😭

ynfan227 they know about the spitting rumors omg

gemmachan a true goddess!!!

harryfan229 MILF MILF MILF

harry_lambert screamingggg

ynfan232 she has me in a chokehold

anthonypham now i know why harry was staring at his phone for so long

harryfan235 everything i learn is against my will 💔

pillowpersonpp i. am. so. excited.

ynfan237 THE CIGARETTE? THE DRESS??? I AM NOT GOING TO BE OKAY WHEN I WATCH DWD

nickkroll 👑 👑👑

harryfan239 she definitely got that cinema

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omg could you maybe write about asterry when y/n gets her period? I feel like he would be so sweet and caring 🥺

I’m just having hard days and want to know how does Aster!h take care of his baby when she’s on her period 😔😭

Can you please write aster y/n getting her periods for the first when she stays over Harry's and maybe she leaks on the bed and she's so embarrassed and Harry is just so soft and comforts and takes care of her and he goes to buy tampons and is just being the sweetest.

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"Y'sure you're alright, angel? There's not anything else I can do to help?" 

(Y/N) smiled at the sound of Harry's doting. He'd been fussing over her for hours at this point, ever since she told him she was beginning to feel sick with achey limbs and a headache brewing behind her eyes. He hated when she was ill more than she did, that much she could tell from the sympathetic twist of his features that followed her everywhere she went. 

"I promise I'm okay, H. Really. I think I just need to sleep it off, but thank you for asking." 

While she sunk into the fluff of bedding Harry had cocooned around her, his features stayed stuck in that creased and stern state as he took in her expression. "I don't want y'to get sick again, love," he murmured, his hand underneath the covers settling on her hip as he hovered over her. 

While she fell in love with the way he fussed over her so intently, she couldn't help the amused smile that touched at her lips. The sinus infection she'd just barely gotten over was enough to have him taking a couple of days off taking appointments at the shop and staying up at all hours of the night while she had coughing fits and couldn't breathe well enough to peacefully sleep. She wasn't sure he'd be able to survive another cold from her. 

"I'm going to be okay, Harry," she soothed him with a soft tone, pulling her hand out from the warm confines of the comforter he tucked her into to place her palm on his cheek, "I promise I'll be okay by the morning. I just need to sleep." 

Leaning into her hand, Harry turned his face to press his lips to her palm. The tip of his nose skimmed the pads of her fingers, eyes fluttering to a close with the fan of his lashes touching at the tops of his cheekbones. "Please wake me if y'need me," Harry requested, voice muffled against her skin. 

"I promise," she cooed, sleep creeping in as her eyes shuttered in a slow blink, "Will you please lay down with me now?" 

As if he could ever tell her no. 

He made quick work of settling onto the plush mattress beside her, sheets slipping around his shirtless body as he shuffled her into his arms. Curling around her, Harry cushioned her head onto his chest, just over a blooming rose tattooed on the skin. (Y/N)'s bare legs tangled with his own, fitting his thigh between hers as she soaked in his warmth. Though a hollow ache stunted the muscles over her stomach, his hold was enough to keep her from focusing on the sluggishness touching her limbs. 

"I've got you, angel," he crooned to her, pressing his lips to the top of her head, "Love you." 

"I love you, too," she murmured, her cheek smushing into his bare chest as a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. 

It didn't take long for (Y/N) to fall into her dreams, finding Harry there waiting for her.

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Waking with a start, (Y/N) couldn't determine if it was her tears or a cold sweat soaking her cheeks. Her breathing came in panicked puffs as she came back down to earth from the rocky dream that was rapidly escaping her memory, trying to make sense of how the pain she dreamt could feel so real.

Darting her gaze around her surroundings, she took in Harry's bedroom around her, the man himself a steady anchor under her cheek with the cage of his arms keeping her warm against him. Her thighs ached from how tightly she must have been clenching around him, the discomfort stretching well up into her abdomen with even her limbs growing sore. She was surprised she hadn't woken him with apparently how hard she had been seeking comfort in him through her dreamy haze. 

Fluttering her eyes closed, (Y/N) urged her brain to fill with lovely, flowery thoughts to hopefully ward off another round of the nightmare she'd just barely escaped from. Her breathing returned to normal the more she relaxed, recalling one of the sweet dates Harry had taken her on in the last week to keep her thoughts tranquil. 

Until she felt that familiar stabbing pain she thought she left behind in her dreams. 

Her lungs squeezed with a gasp, her legs aching and her arms tensing around Harry at the sudden burn in her abdomen. She couldn't think straight for a moment, only processing the searing that burned her tummy before it began to slowly ebb away. 

The moment she could process more than what had just stunted every brain process, she made a horrifying note of the uncomfortable slick she felt between her legs. With every pulsing aftershock in her abdomen, she swore the wetness grew. 

She started her period, no pants on, in Harry's bed with his thigh pushed between her own. She didn't need to look to know that she had made a mess all over the bedding and, most likely, him. 

Maybe it was the less than pleasant wakeup call she'd just endured, or the high of the hormones she was realizing had been plaguing her for the past few days, but (Y/N) couldn't help the tears that filled her eyes. She couldn't stay here, couldn't keep laying on him knowing that she was grossly ruining his bedding and staining her boyfriend's leg with something she should have been better prepared for. 

Trying her best to keep from jostling him and ruining his morning any further, (Y/N) slipped out of his arms as quickly as she could. Another jolting cramp took her attention as she swung her legs over the side of the bed, the tight pressure in her muscles pulling more tears to the line of her eyes. 

Standing with her socked feet to the cool hardwood floor in Harry's bedroom, the last thing (Y/N) wanted to do was look at the mess she'd made but she couldn't avoid it. She needed to know what exactly she was going to have to apologize and grovel at Harry's feet for. 

With the comforter pulled back, she got a look at the smudge of red that had sunk into the silken fabric of his sheets. The worst yet came in the way Harry's thigh had a dark patch of her blood displayed right on his thigh, the material of his green sweats now heavily stained right where she had been laying on him. 

Taking a deep breath, (Y/N) carefully tugged the duvet up his body, covering his bare chest she had been keeping warm for him. It was with robotic movements that she made her way to his bathroom, grabbing for her duffle bag as an afterthought before she had the door closed and locked behind her. 

In the harsh lighting of the bathroom, (Y/N) could see red stains along the hem of her borrowed top, the piece distorted with the help of the tears she hadn't realized were now slipping down her cheeks. She didn't even want to think about the state of her underwear or really examine just how sticky the inside of her thighs felt. 

When the pacing of her breathing became too rapid to be soothing, (Y/N) forced herself to brace her hands against the ledge of the counter, eyes closed while she concentrated on the sound of her heartbeat rushing through her ears. No matter how close she became to finding solace in the ensuite, another deep cramp would shake her back into the moment with embarrassment following very closely after when she recalled the vision of Harry's ruined bedding and clothes.

While this was far from the first period she'd had at Harry's house, she was always very strategic about how she handled herself when she knew she was going to be with him when she started. She had her cycle charted down to the day, especially with the help of her birth control pills and the tracking system she had in her calendar app. Her period was never something that came unexpectedly; never something she didn't have sanitary products at the ready for along with a mental note to keep track of how she was feeling so she could head home before Harry saw her experience the worst of it. 

It wasn't often she would have killer cramps like she was experiencing—the kind that could steal her vision and stunted any train of thought she had going—, but when she did she usually made a point to stay home or make an excuse to get out of Harry's hair before it got really bad. She didn't want to make him deal with her. That was the worst part, she decided with her eyes still closed in the middle of his bathroom.

Harry was going to know she didn't know how to take care of herself. He was going to know that she didn't know how to stay clean or handle herself when this wasn't something new. He was going to be so disgusted if she didn't try to take care of everything before he woke up. Maybe she could somehow move him out to the couch? Tell him something about Evie being sick on the bed so she could take care of the sheets? But then, she'd have to clean his sweats and she couldn't necessarily do that without getting questions as to why she was stripping him down...

(Y/N)'s mind raced as she frantically searched through her bag, needing to fix at least one part of her mess if she could manage it. Pulling out an extra set of clothing was the easiest thing for her mind to process, but then came the problem of trying to find an extra pad or tampon she swore she had stashed in the side pocket of her weekender with these kinds of scenarios in mind. 

Dumping out the entirety of her bag with the contents of her toiletry stash being torn apart, (Y/N) felt her breathing take on a scary pace once more when she couldn't find a single emergency product hidden among her things. She felt like she was back at her parents house, sitting on the floor in her bloody underwear trying to get a hold of herself before her mother found the stains in her bed or the fact she hadn't been smart enough to properly keep track of her cycle again. As much as she wished she could curl up in the shower, huddled away in a corner as if to hide from whatever would be awaiting her outside the door, just like she used to do, (Y/N) couldn't just let this all go knowing that this was Harry's things she was ruining. 

She did what she could with a wad of toilet paper being her only tool at the moment before she changed out of her borrowed shirt—cringing when she saw the inside of her thighs. Cracking the door open, she found Harry still fast asleep in bed, the covers pulled up to his chin now that she wasn't there to warm him. At least she had a little bit more time before she would have to deal with him. 

Evie followed at her feet, doing her best to trip (Y/N) up as she made her way to the laundry room, bundled t-shirt against her chest. She worked on autopilot as she pretreated the shirt, doing the best she could without breaking out the bleach to soak out the bloody stain at the bottom of the white top she'd borrowed from Harry. All the while her cramps weren't making it easy to plan her next steps, scrambling her brain the second she tried to figure out if she should clean up Harry or the bed first. How could she concentrate when she had to remind herself to breathe?

Picking at her nails as she shuffled back to the bedroom, her eyes puffy and lips swollen from how hard she was worrying them between her teeth, (Y/N) stopped in her tracks the second she saw Harry with his fluffy bedhead sitting up in bed. 

"Morning, lovebug," he crooned, voice rough from lingering sleep, "What are y'doing up? Y'never wake up before me." His words were said with a soft smile on his lips, the sliver of his lip ring wobbling as he wet his dry mouth. 

He didn't know yet. He hadn't seen the mess she made yet. But, he will. 

"Morning," she peeped, her voice wavering as she inched towards the bathroom with a lie fumbling through her head, "I-I'm just about to take a shower. I—um—had a bad dre-dream, so." 

Harry looked much more awake as he processed her words. "Oh, darling," he cooed, running a heavy hand through his hair, "Was the dream really that bad? You look all shaken up." 

She latched onto the out he gave her, nodding her head in jerky movements as she toed the threshold of the bathroom. "Yeah, it was really scary. I-I think taking a shower would make me feel better." 

(Y/N) felt guilty as she pressed into the bathroom, feeling like she was manipulating him knowing that he wouldn't ask any more questions the second she said the shower would make her feel better. 

"Okay," he relented with a small nod of his head, concern touching at the crease between his brows, "Since 'm awake, maybe we could shower together? I promise I'd distract y'from whatever your dream was about, angel." 

The idea of him fitting himself between her thighs made (Y/N) cringe at the moment, knowing the mess that she was going to have to scrub from her skin when she finally did manage to get under the running water. 

"No, no, that's okay," she swallowed, pasting a smile onto her face though the guilt ran rampant in her system when she saw his expression fall. "I promise I'll be done really quick, though.  I'm sorry, H." 

"Don't be sorry, darling," he shook his head with a small smile touching at his lips, "Jus' come back to me soon, yeah? Miss y'already—especially without m'good morning kiss." 

She gave him an absent nod of her head before holing herself up in the bathroom, the lock clicking into place behind her. The mess of her things was still splayed across the floor, clothing rumpled and her toiletries out of order. She knew she should at least start with getting her things together, tidying the space so she could think a little clearer, but the second she felt another tingling cramp brew in her stomach before shooting up her spine, she didn't have it in her to try. 

Sinking down to sit in the mess on the floor, her back to the door, (Y/N) couldn't cry anymore. She tucked her legs up against her chest, chin resting in the gap between the hills of her knees while she stared right at the fogged glass doors to the shower. Her eyes unfocused as she allowed the swirling of her mind to play out the worst scenario in her mind. 

Harry was going to get out of bed, realize there was something sticky on his leg. When he would look down at the red marring the material, the stain too far gone at this point to successfully soak out without ruining the integrity of his sweats. She could only imagine his disgust when he realized what it was, putting the pieces together as soon as he noted the matching blot on the sheets. Harry was patient with her at all times, she knew that, but there was only so far a person could be pushed. 

This could be his breaking point, (Y/N) worried. She was ruining his things, and making a mess all over his house. There was no way he could going to be alright with her hiding away from him either, instead of going to him and taking whatever scolding she knew she deserved. This was exactly why her mother was always so adamant about her keeping these matters away from her father; it was gross and nothing a man should have to deal with, especially if it's because she couldn't keep herself together. 

With her fingers tapping across her knee, something to keep her from further picking at the pink manicure painted over her nails, (Y/N) figured she should at least hop in the shower, if only to keep up the facade of her lie. The second she thought to stand, gather her toiletries and clean herself up, she couldn't find it in herself to make a move. Any second Harry would come looking for her, she was sure. Then she would have to explain herself and hope he didn't kick her out before she was able to clean his sheets. 

As if she had manifested it, a quiet knock sounded on the door, the wood vibrating behind her back. "(Y/N), love, are you alright?" 

Taking in a deep breath, (Y/N) gathered the courage to answer. He didn't sound mad at least. "Yeah, I'm okay. Sorry I'm taking so long." 

"'S alright, baby, don't need to be sorry," he murmured through the door, hesitance coating his words, "Are you sure you're okay?" 

"Yeah, just tired," she peeped, curling her hands into fists to keep from picking at her nails. Harry would be upset if he saw her nail polish any more chipped. 

A sigh could be heard from the other side of the door, heavy and defeated. "Nothing's wrong? At all? There's nothing y'wanted to tell me or ask me for?" 

Why wouldn't he just leave? Maybe if she had enough time, and he left the bedroom, she could sneak in and steal his sheets and soak them in the shower. That might work, right? He'd surely notice the sheets missing, but she could come up with some story, right? 

"No, I'm okay, Harry. I promise." She cringed as she spoke, feeling a wave of shame pump through her system knowing that she was using her promise against him. 

A beat passed, (Y/N) swearing she could feel his presence on the other side of the door despite the time that passed. She knew she was right the second she heard a soft thump against the door, as if he were matching her position on the other side of the wood. 

"So, y'wouldn't be upset over the sheets or anything? Or the shirt that's in the laundry right now, even though I know y'were wearing it when we went to sleep?" 

(Y/N) couldn't help the shaking sob that ripped from her throat at the mention of her actions. Hearing it all out loud hurt almost as bad at her cramps. The anxiety opened a pit in her stomach that felt like she was being sucked in from the inside out, her entire center of gravity being placed in her middle like she was going to disappear if she moved too suddenly. But, she wouldn't be lucky enough for that to really happen. 

"H-Harry," she peeped, the call of his name broken and quiet, "I'm so sorry. I-I'm so sorry." 

"Oh, angel," he cooed, tone a lot softer than she would have anticipated after hearing her admission of guilt. "Can I come in, baby?" 

She didn't make a move to unlock the door. She didn't know what she would do if she opened that door and he didn't look at her with his tender eyes and softened features she'd grown so accustomed to. 

"Please, (Y/N)?" 

But, it couldn't heart worse than hearing the defeat in his tone as he pleaded with her. 

With shaky legs, she stood to unlock the door before skittering off to sit at the edge of the tub stationed on the other end of the bathroom. That would at least give them some space if he saw her and a spark of anger ignited over how much of a mess she was acting. 

"You can come in," (Y/N) allowed, dropping her gaze to her hands that were bundled in her lap. On the brightside, with the distraction of her anxiety and the pending doom she felt over Harry witnessing her, she could barely make note of the cramps she vaguely felt bunching her abdomen. 

It was quiet, the way he slipped in, padding over the tiled floor before he surely paused at the sight of her belongings a heap on the floor. The sound of blood rushing through her system roared through (Y/N)'s ears, blocking out his advances until he was right in front of her. Harry, with his hair now tied back in a loose bun on the back of his neck, eyes scrubbed of sleep and a clean pair of sweats on his bottom half came into her line of sight. He crouched in front of her, warm hands settling on the cuffs of her knees while the gleaming green of his eyes fought to make contact with hers. 

"Angel?" he crooned, his voice a cushion for the runaway train of thought she lost control of.

"Y-Yeah?" Don't pick your nails, don't pick your nails, don't pick your nails. 

"Oh, baby, c'mere." 

That was all it took for her to clamor onto his lap, grateful at least for the extra layers of her sweats and the toilet paper she had utilized so she could settle over his thighs. The sobs she thought she was finished with made a vengeful comeback as she tucked her face into his throat, arms a shaking cage around his neck. She shielded herself as best she could, reveling in the calm before the storm she still couldn't convince herself she'd breezed past. There was no way he couldn't be at least a little angry with her, she knew that. 

But, all Harry did was run his hands in soothing circles along the planes of her back, blunt nails adding a calming clarity as they pressed in through the fabric of her top in the wake of his fingers. He pressed absent kisses to her shoulder, nose skimming along the neckline of her top as he cooed sweet nothings she wished she could hear. A steadying hand grasped her waist, occasionally running a small circuit over the dip. She was sure she didn't know just how soothing that was for her cramps, and she wasn't going to tell him in case he stopped. 

(Y/N) couldn't be sure just how long she sat wrapped in his arms, crying her heart out until he had successfully comforted her enough to get her breathing in check and tears to quit flowing. She indulged herself by giving him a soft kiss on the curve of his throat, a quiet thank you she didn't think she could properly articulate through her croaky voice even if she tried. 

"'S alright, baby," he crooned to her one last time before his hand on her back shifted to sift his fingers through the strands of hair on the back of her head. Using a gentle grip, he pulled her away from the home she made in his neck, giving the only solace she could find in the baby curls on the back of his neck that hadn't made it into the bun. 

Struggling to meet his eyes, (Y/N) settled with a view on his chest, noting the lines of ink needled into his skin. She hadn't noticed that budding rose before. 

"Will y'look at me, lovebug?" Harry requested, his fingers on the back of her head massaging he scalp. As much as she didn't want to, she knew he deserved at least that much from her. It was hesitant, the way she lifted her head and made contact with his softened eyes. She couldn't help but to search for any signs of a changing tide. "Hi, you," Harry cooed to her, voice barely a whisper. 

A shaky smile made its way on her lips. "Hi." 

Her eyes fell closed as he craned his neck, pressing a tender kiss to the full of her cheek, lips lingering. "Y'okay to talk to me now? Or do y'need a little bit longer?" 

"I'm okay," she lied. 

The careful smile that molded his features was enough to have (Y/N) soothed while she waited for his reaction now that he wasn't prioritizing taking care of her. "What happened this morning, baby? Did y'really have a bad dream, or was it something else?" 

"I really did have a bad dream," she peeped, finding flecks of blue and gold in the heady green of his eyes, "But, when I woke up I realized I made a mess, so I..." 

(Y/N) didn't know how to finish her sentence, allowing the unfinished sentiment to hang in the air while she dropped her gaze from Harry's. This was too embarrassing for her already, she didn't know if she could handle explaining it all to him. 

"So, y'got up to clean up?" Harry prodded, keeping his steady hand on her waist. (Y/N)'s response came in the form of a soft nod. "Okay, I understand. But, why did y'hide from me, baby? I would have helped you, you know that." 

Her gaze grew watery at his offer. He shouldn't have to worry about cleaning up after her like that. She shouldn't have messed up, forgot what day it was. This was her responsibility. 

"You don't need to do that," she whispered with a shake of her head, "I'm sorry I didn't take care of myself. I ruined your things." 

"Darling," Harry pressed, dropping his head to somehow wiggle his way into her line of sight, "What are y'talking about? Y'didn't ruin anything." 

"Yes, I did, Harry," she cemented in as stern of a voice she could muster with a waver, "I st-stained your clothes and ruined y-your sheets. I was too stupid to pay attention and n-now you have to take care of this even thought its my fault. I'm so sorry." 

Harry didn't bother to soothe her with any cooed words then, catching onto the fact she wouldn't hear a single syllable with the way her heartrate kicked up. Instead, he tucked her back into his chest, face in his neck as he rocked her where he sat on the bathroom floor. He only spoke when he sushed every attempt she made at apologizing. 

Once she came down for the second time in his arms, he chanced another pull of her hair to get her back into his line of sight. "Y'alright?" 

Her hum of confirmation didn't sound very convincing even to her own ears. 

She watched as Harry sighed, probably thinking the same thing as he shifted his hold on her hair to cradle her cheek on his palm. "Is that why y'were hiding from me, baby? Were y'worried I was going to be mad?" 

The childish nod she gave him felt fitting given the fact she could barely speak without sending herself into a crying fit. 

"Oh, angel," he crooned before pressing a delicate kiss to the corner of her mouth, "I could never be mad at y'for something like this, do you understand me? None of this is your fault, I know that. I know y'didn't mean to do any of that, okay? I'm sorry y'felt like y'had to clean up all by yourself." 

"But—" 

"No," he sternly cut her off, features still molded with soft edges and rounded corners, "I'm not mad, and there's no reason y'need to be mad at yourself either. It happens, baby, and there's nothing to be upset about. Y'can't control this kind of thing, and I want y'to understand that I would never expect that from you. Y'shouldn't either." 

"I made everything dirty, though," she peeped, her voice a hair away from cracking had she spoken any louder, "I ruined y—" 

"You didn't ruin anything, okay? We can wash the sheets, and I've already got our clothes in the machine. Nothing is ruined or broken, okay? 'M only worried about you now." 

Taking in a deep breath, (Y/N) put in the effort to match his gaze. "Promise?" 

"Promise what, lovebug?" 

"Promise you're not mad?" 

The quiet curve of his lips that further softened the planes of his features had (Y/N)'s heart calming. He wouldn't be able to fake that. "I promise you 'm not mad, darling. I cross my heart, swear on Evie, everything. 'M not even a little mad, just worried." 

Harry would never, ever swear on Evie if he didn't mean it. 

"Thank you," she whispered before closing around him in a hug, wilting into his chest as her eyes fluttered closed, this time with relieved tears in her eyes. 

"I love you so much," he murmured into her shoulder, dropping an accompanying kiss to drive home the sentiment. 

(Y/N) finally felt her features relax as she let a smile tug at her lips. She could stop clenching her teeth now, something she hadn't even realized she'd been doing. "I love you too, Harry. So, so, so much." 

Silence settled over the bathroom as (Y/N) wrapped her head around her reality and stopped letting her anxieties twist it otherwise. Everything was alright, Harry had promised. 

"Do y'want to go back to sleep? I still need to wash the sheets but we can have a sleepover in the living room, if y'want?" Harry finally asked after a few minutes, breaking the quiet of the room.

She wrinkled her nose at the idea of going back to sleep feeling as dirty as she did. She still needed to wash her thighs and change into a new pair of panties now that she could think clearly. Toilet paper would have to do for now until she could make it to the store for proper products, but she could work with that. "I want to shower. I feel gross." 

A breathy laugh fell from Harry's lips as he reluctantly pulled his arms around her, only to help her stand up with him. His legs were wobbling as he stood to the full of his height, surely the cold tiles he knelt on having made him go stiff. "Alright. While y'take a shower, I'll go to the shop, okay? I can grab some things for you and when 'm back we'll take a nap. That sound good?" 

"That sounds really good, Harry, thank you." Looking up at him she gave him a watery smile, eyes still puffy and skin still warm from her earlier sobs. 

Harry gave her his own lopsided smile before giving her a small kiss to the tip of her nose. Letting go of her hand, he made it his job to start cleaning up the mess of her things on the floor, collecting her toiletries onto the counter so she could do what she needed with them while she bathed. "Anything specific y'want from the shop?" 

"No, no, just... pads and stuff," she peeped out, not able to meet his eyes at her request. While he proved to be much more mature and not crazy about these circumstances, she still wasn't used to even acknowledging she had a period to anyone other than Sarah. 

"Got it," he beamed, settling her special shampoo and conditioner on the counter alongside her favorite body lotion, "Take your time while 'm gone alright? Relax a little, and then when I'm home I'll take care of you." 

(Y/N) could only manage a soft nod her head. If she tried to speak she feared she would burst into tears again. 

God, she loved him.

—————

"I grabbed a couple of different ones since I wasn't sure what y'liked. Anything that y'don't use we can jus' keep here, though, yeah?" 

(Y/N) watched as he emptied his grocery bags with a glass of water in her hands, swallowing down the medicine Harry had dosed out to aid in her cramps. Her hair was damp against the back of her neck, the tendrils slowly drying after the calming shower she spent the better part of an hour taking. She indulged in the extra time Harry encouraged her to take, scrubbing with her favorite exfoliants and conditioning her hair with the sweetest smelling cream in the bunch. Every soap, balm, and lotion she swept across her skin helped her feel more and more like herself—like this morning had happened years ago instead of only hours. By the time she finally pried herself from the steamy bathroom, dressed in a set of Harry's clothes he sat out for her along with the proper products to help with her period, she felt worlds better despite the cramps still racking her system. 

Harry had been waiting for her out in the living room when she emerged fully dressed and had her hair braided back while it dried. He had jumped to his feet when he saw her, hands on his hips as he scanned over her as if to check for injuries in his absence. Once he was soothed, he had her taking her medicine before leading her to the kitchen where the rest of his grocery bags were laid out, a crease in his brow as he began unloading them. 

"Y'can also take some back to your place, too, if y'need them," he mused, pulling out package after package, "I jus' don't want y'to have to go without for any reason ever again, love. Did I do alright, though? The one I left for y'was alright?" 

Though she was a little shy at his line of question, she still felt her heart skip a beat over how hard he was trying. "It's perfect, H. Thank you." 

A soft smile took his features, getting him to slow down before reaching for the next bag in the bunch. Out he pulled a bundled pair of pajamas, the fabric fleecy and warm, dyed a soft pink hue. "I got y'these, too," he murmured, offering her the set as he laid them out on the counter for her to look at, "I figured y'would want to wear something familiar after getting out of the shower, but y'can change into these if y'want. They were the softest they had and when I saw them in pink I knew I had to get them for you." 

(Y/N) let out a breathy laugh at his words, trailing her fingers over the softened material that she really might change into later. He had been right, though, she decided. She was happy to be wrapped in Harry's clothes and his scent after the whirlwind of a morning she was having. 

"Fuck, I probably did a little too much now that 'm looking at it all," Harry murmured, amusement touching his features as he pulled out a small pink frog plush from the same bag, "but, I got this for you, too. Seeing y'so upset this morning really got me, love, I just wanted to get y'anything I thought might make y'smile. 'M sorry." 

"No, no, no," she shook her head, hurriedly grabbing for the plush to look at the smiling features and blushing cheeks on the frog, "I love him, H. Thank you. You're making me feel so much better." 

Just as she had hoped, she could see the way his worry shifted and melted from his shoulders, his features settling into something much more tranquil at her reassurances. 

"Yeah?" he pressed, dimples deep in his cheeks as he looked up at her from where he was folding his tote shopping bags to be put away until next time, "I also got y'that soup y'like. The miso one with the soy sauce flavoring even though I know you're just going to add your own anyway."

"Oh my gosh, you found some?!" (Y/N) chirped in her spot, bouncing on the balls of her feet, "They've been out the last, like, three times I've gone to the store!" 

Suddenly, his smile turned a bit sheepish at the corners as he dropped his gaze to where he was folding the final remaining bag. "I—uh—I went to three different shops. That's why I jus' got home a few minutes ago." 

"Harry," her voice came out like a pouted whine as she canted her head, "Are you serious?" 

"I jus' wanted to find it for you, angel, that's all. Don't need to get all pouty on me, okay?" 

Despite his request, she didn't care before she was rounding the counter with the glass of water being pushed off to the side. Fitting herself against his chest, (Y/N) squeezed him as much as she could muster, wanting him to feel how much she loved and appreciated every moment with him—especially these ones. 

"I love you," she murmured, the words earnestly made against his chest. 

Harry didn't even hesitate before he was gathering her in his own arms, dropping his head to press a kiss to the crown of hers. His breath ruffled the slowly drying hairs right on top with his nose skimming the strands. 

"I know, baby." 

—————

Harry hovered over (Y/N) with his lips pursed in a tight line, brows knitted in the middle. "Your cramps are still that bad, love? Are y'sure y'want to eat?" 

"Yeah, I'll be alright," she muttered, letting out the deep breath she'd been holding during the lingering wave of pain through her abdomen, "I just need to get through until I can take more medicine." 

Sighing, he checked the time on his phone. "That's not for another hour. Are y'sure y'want to eat? I don't want you to feel sick." 

"I don't feel nauseous or anything, though, really." The second she had shared just how intense her cramps could become if she hadn't prepared for them—just as was the case today—, he'd been worried about whether or not she felt sick at every turn. "Eating will help, H." 

Though he heaved a sigh, it seemed that was all the convincing it took for him to relent. Twin bowls of miso soup were laid out on the coffee table before them, Harry having insisted they have a 'picnic' in the living room so she could stay with her heating pad, heaps of blankets, and plush frog on the couch. Just as promised, he brought along a bottle of chilled soy sauce from the fridge, knowing just how much she liked to add the real deal instead of the powdered packet that came along with her favorite miso soup mix. 

"Thanks, honey," she smiled up at him, watching as the murmured pet name had the desired effect on him. She was never one for pet names, the feeling odd when she would rather call her love by his name, but she knew he would understand just how much she appreciated his efforts if she tacked on the sentiment.

"'M your honey?" he asked, a blush rising to tint his cheeks and touch at the tip of his nose, "What's that for?" 

"No reason," she said in between spoonfuls of soup, bits of tofu and seaweed leaves swirling through the broth, "Just wanted to call you that." 

Harry didn't make any comments in response, only tucking her into his side and pressing a delicate kiss to the side of her head. He didn't bother to unwind his arm even as he started eating, keeping that steadying hold on her waist with his fingertips overlapping onto the heating pad pressed to her tummy. 

"We can watch some of your shore show, if y'want," Harry offered in a mumble, pretending as if he wasn't as entertained with her reality t.v. choices as she knew he was.

"Really?!" she bubbled, bouncing in her spot though she was careful to keep from spilling her food, "I still need to show you the second season. That will show you why I love the show so much, I promise. Everyone fights at least twice during the whole season." 

"Is that so?" he hummed, nodding his head with an amused tilt to his lips, "And, we like when they fight?" 

"Of course," she said with a 'duh' attitude leaking into her tone, "They're all stupid, but the ones that we really don't like lose every time." 

"Alright," he relented, passing along the remote to her so she could pull up the show, "But, you'll have to pause it when I need to get y'some medicine. I don't want to miss any of this if 's so important." 

She didn't have it in her to argue with him while he was being so sweet. 

"Okay, honey." 

"Angel, stop, you're making me blush. Put on your little show, and hush." 

—————

Harry's face lit up when (Y/N) exited the bathroom clad in the soft pink pj's he'd brought home for her today. She still had his hoodie covering her torso, but the fleecy bottoms were snug over her freshly exfoliated legs. 

"You're wearing 'em! Are they as soft as I thought they would be?" Harry beamed as she made her way to the bed, her spot vacant and waiting for her aside from her new froggy plush laid against her pillow. 

"They're really soft, H," she cemented, crawling into bed bedside him with her hair fluffed and free from the braid she twisted it back in earlier. "We need to go back and get you a pair." 

"Yeah? You think so?" he asked, wrapping her in his arms as she settled against his chest, covered pulled up and tucked to her chin. 

"Mhm," she hummed with a smile as she angled herself to look up at him wither her cheek smushed into his bare chest. 

He was tired, that much she could tell from the soft set of his features and the touch of darkness gathering under his eyes. She knew he hadn't napped with her when she fell asleep on the couch, but she hadn't realized just how badly he may have needed it. But, she knew he wouldn't have settled even if she pleaded. He was much too occupied with ensuring her heating pad was stuck to her tummy and she was drinking w enough fluids to make up for what she was missing out on with her cycle. 

Maybe, she thought, she could use a bit of his exhaustion to her advantage and convince him to sleep in with her tomorrow. And, if she lucked out and got up before him, she could treat him to some breakfast.

"What?" he asked, interrupting her admiring. Harry's own smile was saddled with a pair of deep dimples on the apples of his cheeks, lips softened and pink to match the color blushing the tip of his nose. 

"Nothing," she hummed, feeling a little silly to be caught starting as if she had made any attempts to hide it. "Just wanted to tell you that I love you, and thank you for today. It really means a lot." 

"Darling," he crooned to her, petting his hand through her hair, "Don't need to thank me for any of that, okay? I don't know where y'got the idea that I was going to be upset with you, but I need y'to know hat I didn't do anything special today. I took care of you because I love you and 's the right thing to do, okay?" 

"But, it's special to me, H," she insisted, voice a whisper in the quiet of his bedroom, "I would never expect anyone to do that for me, and I just—I don't know. It just really means a lot to me and made me love you even more." 

Harry shifted under her, using the hand he had petting her hair back to pull her face to his. Pressing his lips to hers, he made use of the gentle contact to get his own point across. he loved her and would do this for her no matter what, because he wasn't stupid and wasn't insane enough to be upset with her over something out of her control. She shouldn't expect anything less than this treatment because it was what she deserved. 

"Today made me love y'more, too," he murmured against her kiss, a slight nudge of his nose against hers pulling a smile from her lips. 

"Really?"

"Mhm," he hummed, pulling away just enough to match her gaze. "Y'make me feel needed, like y'want me around even if 'm only doing things you're more than capable of doing for yourself. I like knowing that y'want me to do it anyway—that y'trust me." 

Brushing a gentle hand over the height of his cheekbone, fingertips tracing over the planes of his face in a delicate touch, (Y/N) felt her emotions take ahold of her once more. "Because I do need you," she whispered, voice wavering as she tried to keep her tears at bay, "You make me feel wanted." 

Touching his forehead to hers as best he could while still getting a view of her pretty eyes, Harry allowed a lazy smile to touch his features. "We make a good team then, don't we?" 

Her smile wavered at his crooned words. "The best." 

Harry couldn't stop smiling, even when he kissed her until she fell asleep. 

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its finally here ahhhh!! thank you sm for reading and sorry for any mistakes! if u have any questions or requests of your own please snd them in!

[khaleesiofalicante]

Somehow, I found the time to read Arthur's and Iris' chapters. I regret it (but not really, the pain is real, and I love it). The fact that the real plot hasn't even begun yet and I'm already sending you such long asks is very concerning, I legit will not survive LBAF VI/VII mark my words.

Max saying they will never cross the line between hating someone and hurting them when he is trying to destroy Other Max- you hypocrite (I love him so much I want to hug him so tightly). Also, I feel like he won't be the only one to cross the line

Okay what's wrong with David? Does he get sick a lot or was he pretending as an excuse to not go to Lance's recital?

Kincaid being jealous of Harry is adorable and him missing Joan is also adorable, I really like their friendship I hope they work out and become parabatai🥺

David telling Arthur that the world can be cruel to nice people like it was to him had me very concerned, but Arthur saying the world can suck it reminded me of Max, they both have so much of their parents it's so cute

Oh Lance isn't okay with portals he just wants to stay away from David Lance you idiot

overcompensation from a good heart that tried too hard should be Max's anthem honestly

Why do I feel like Kincaid knowing about Gwen and Arthur sharing so much about Lance with him will backfire?

Harry being suspicious of Devlin Corp and him finding out about everything will be super bad for everyone including him and will get Arthur in trouble right? Not to mention Arthur may lose him

Arthur being worried Lance will grow up hurting people breaks my heart whyy😭

Doesn't Other Max know what Max is doing? Selling blood while pretending to be him and all that

Both Lance and Kincaid made a promise to Arthur they won't keep perhaps?

Lanve sharing his music with anyone was extremely important to him vs him sharing it with Theia: I cry

Anjali for the win-what a queen (had to be said)

Why does Lance choose to work out more?

Danii why didn't Max and David ( being the suckers for romance they both are) have plans for Valentine's day??

Lance I love you but shut you sweet bitchy mouth Rafe and Max are a sensitive subject

What had Max and David fought over that took them two days to figure out?🤔

Theory number one: Lance will destroy Idris for either David or Arthur

Theory number two: Arthur has actual manifesting skills which would be super interesting

This must be the most important bullet point: Dying to see how David reacted to seeing Max's nose ring for the first time, I mean he didn't get to go feral over it in IALS so LBAF should give him some sort of compensation

Okay my thoughts are getting out of hand and that's just for Arthur's chapter. Expect an equally huge one for Iris,again the plot hasn't even started, we're in for a wild ride😅

On a different subject, I really hope that if your current job isn't what you really want to do with the rest of your life, you find the courage you give to your characters to pursue your real passion. I know it's not easy but if anyone can do it it's you. For what it's worth I would love to one day hold a copy of your first official book (and I say official because your current works are books too). I'm sure we will all love it as we love every story you share with us. But also so many other people will love it too, when they have the pleasure to know how amazing and crazy talented you are🌷🩷

You know what they say, Vicky. Love finds a way and all that 😎

Max saying he won't hurt anyone he hates and then hurting himself is literally the most Max thing ever. I love my self-loathing king :)

He doesn't get sick a lot. But that episode was real. This was implied, but his episode got triggered because Lance asked him not to come to the concert (I'm about to fight Lance. Just watch me).

Kincaid just looking at everyone who gets to openly love Arthur and making this face 🥺 will be the end of me. AND YES JUSTICE FOR JOAN AND KINCAID BROTP.

Arthur is a lil bit of everything. He is a babydoll ;)

Idiot confirmed.

Truly.

Oh yeah, that's gonna backfire on someone for sure...

I WILL PROTECT HARRY AT ALL COSTS HE IS NAMED AFTER MY BESTIE (doesn't mean I won't hurt him a lil bit hehe)

Arthur worrying about Lance makes me emo because as the younger sibling there is something so vulnerable about worrying for your older siblings.

He knows 😭

Perhaps...

Blackbane will be the end of me. Jot that down.

Always must be said.

Multiple reasons tbh. He wants to be 'ready' to fight Kincaid, self-esteem issues (especially after theia said Kincaid is buff), it's one of the things he actually likes doing together with Max (like how he enjoyed driving around with David rip), it's also something that helps him focus (like in IALS)

Mostly because it's canon-verse and they don't celebrate Valentine's Day usually.

What she said.

It could've been anything tbh. I didn't have anything specific in mind. Maybe even something about Other Max...

Niceeeeeee.

NICEEEEEEEEE.

We might actually see this. I'll leave it at that.

And thank you so much for the kind words and encouragement. It really means a lot - and was important for me to hear. I love what I do (Even though it is killing me hehe). But activism will never be just a job for me and I'll always find new ways to do it no matter what I do in life. But currently I'm stuck in the mindset of "but I want to do this too" so I'm just gonna try it. doesn't mean I'll actually write a book or even if I do, I'll actually publish it. but these wonderful people who've been in my head for such a long time deserve to get the hell out of there so we'll see. I have some hope x

Love you 💙

[dark-elf-writes]

Let's finish this off!!!!

-(“Don’t worry about it, just make the note, yeah?”)

Don't ask question Yagi 🤣🤣🤣🤣 I still adore this assignment. and the kids are so damn clever here! All I'm picturing with Sero and Uraraka's prank is a very heavy desk ominously hanging over all of them and Harry's attitude is the equivalent of chilling on a beach with an umbrella drink. ~Oh look, that's neat. Another round?~

-(“He wears a foot tall metal hat!” ) I can't get over how strange the hero costumes are but Power Loader especially. Like the man works in support. Where things explode, and he doesn't even wear a shirt! But has to have the Agumon helmet like what?

bonus points if you think of Tokomon as a tiny baby Hatsume in this 🤣🤣🤣-

-(“No more than I asked them to and definitely not more than I can take. )

Harry, love, considering you're an absolute masochist on the best of days this is not at all reassuring 🤣🤣🤣

-(“Do you think if I asked Uraraka for the assist I could still use the desk?” )

I WISH I had any artistic ability because I need the visual of Harry floating in midair, grading papers on that desk while the rest of the staff watches.

-(They had laid with him, listening to his breath even out in sleep,)

As much as I love MHA, the fact that there are so many canonical reasons for lines like this to occur makes me want to slap Horikoshi and fling him bodily in to therapy and locking the door behind him. But it does make for beautiful writing and as sad as the context is here, it's written almost lyrically and I'm obsessed.

-(“You. Have. Polka dots.”)

🤦‍♀️That one hundred million percent qualifies as a hair emergency if that wasn't the intent, Harry. Though this is another moment I wish I had the artistic ability to create visually because it's brilliant.

-(I have on pretty good authority that I don’t exactly look like someone who had a good childhood, mate. What I’m teaching them — how to move without being spotted, how to think on their feet, how to know what they can take without being noticed — learned out of survival. Being able to teach it through the guise of a game is…”)

A kindness. Oh Harry 😭😭 you deserve all the hugs right now. Let them love you! and pamper you!

-(“You have me too.”)

hvnjaghjkadlghuislanvjreaiughnjrdkalhgea GET YOUR MAN HIZASHI!!!! I'm so excited for the full realization of the three of them. LIKE AAAAAHHHHHH

I really love this whole fic and I'm super excited for when the muses bring the inspiration and energy back in it's direction❤️❤️❤️ Thanks for letting me do this!

DystlvgxgvkcgCt thank you for doing this it was so fun seeing the parts you like and has definitely given me a more solid base of where I want to go with the fic in the future one the muse swings back around.

[saintsenara]

😭✨

thank you for the ask, pal!

[fic recommendations ask game here]

✨ a fic you wish you could read again for the first time

i suspect you might have guessed i was going to say this…

second life by nwhiker and cassandra7

sirius black/severus snape mature | 53.5k words

why i recommend it: 

because it’s a masterpiece. even if you don’t read snack - even if you don’t read slash - it will floor you. 

its premise is that sirius survives the second war and he and severus tentatively re-establish contact when they realise that they are the only people of their generation still alive. the relationship - both as friends and lovers - which blooms from there is an astonishingly beautiful meditation on the weight of grief, joy, chance, and atonement, and a magisterial portrayal of one of my favourite romance tropes: that to be in love is a choice - not always easy - freely made each day.

outside of its romantic plot, it is also a wonderful look at one of my favourite fanfiction subjects: the fact that voldemort’s death does nothing to change the fundamental corruption of the wizarding world. its musings on what justice actually means and forgiveness actually requires are gorgeous, and it takes a mature look at how harry’s own complacency in these matters would nuance his relationship with sirius as he grows older. it is also a lovely meditation on the isolation the statute of secrecy imposes on those who live outside it, the beauty of magic as a science, and the ways in which the post-war generation comes to engage with the muggle world.

😭 a fic that ripped your heart out (but it hurt so good)

birthday boy by @floreatcastellumposts

sirius black & james potter teen | 1.5k words

why i recommend it: 

because it’s a heartbreaking look at sirius’ inner turmoil the morning after james and lily are murdered, as he walks out to kill peter, with the throughline of how - in canon - we are told that sirius collapses into maniacal laughter as he’s taken into custody. it gave me chills when i first read it, and those haven’t gone anywhere after plenty more reads.

[sorsabruh]

My clone trooper oc :)

He's a part of the 501st legion.

Being a part of the most chaotic battalion makes him one of the calmest ones, but still one of them.

Stiff is a pun master, he likes to joke and loves to make anyone laugh or just smile.

He gets along with Fives the most since they're so similar in many ways.

He likes artistic activities for a hobby. (Drawing, reading,..)

He's kinda quiet around people he doesn't know, hasn't talked a lot to or just doesn't feel comfortable around.

Stiff is very obedient and follows orders, but in ultimate conditions he will take matters into his own hands if he has to and does what he feels is the right thing to do.

Is kind of shy when getting acceptance and praises yk heh

His love language is helping and caring.

Stiff is a very kind and understanding person. He's known to be the most comforting and empathic trooper of the 501st.

Some shinies sometime come up to him and tell him some exciting stories or something that's really bothering them. And of course Stiff always listens.

He's basically the 501st's therapist 😭

His name comes from his days as a cadet. Specifically the time of his first real experience with a loss of his most closest brother. After the incident, he had been so quiet and lost in his thoughts for most of the time, always stiff and caught by surprise when anyone called for him without him actually noticing it. "Hey, loosen up a little! Why're you so stiff dowdays?" Was what they said a lot, so the word- name drilled into his mind. He liked it in a way. It had a sad but memorable story behind it.

Stiff is unnaturaly a very emotional clone, which of course has it's own ups and downs. Unfortunately he has been threathned with decommissioning if he doesn't get his emotions under control loads of times by his superiors on Kamino. But also has been complimented on his ability to understand and 'read a room', which have been helpful in battle.

He was the only one that had survived to the 501st from his cadet squadron :(

Stiff has a tendency to feel awkward when he doesn't have anything where to kind of rest or support his hands on, so he sew himself pockets on his kamas with the help of Commander Tano. (But of course with the permission from Captain Rex, since he doesn't want to get in any trouble from dresscode or something heh)

Though from all his introvertness, he is definetly a real life of a party. Stiff loves to goof around with his brothers. He and Fives are the ones that usually get the dumbest ideas, and do them for the shits and giggles while watching the Captain get so done with them.

But of course Stiff never really wants to get to the Captain's bad side, so he's a little more hesitant about those ideas.. Unlike Fives and Hardcase..

If it isn't in the heat of battle or a mission, it's hard for Stiff to take anything seruously, he's such a goofyass that he sometimes doesn't even realise how annoying he can be. He's genuinely a very carefree person.

Some songs that definitely describe his personality ;)

Rock Your Body - Justin Timberlake

Get Lucky - Daft Punk

Cake By The Ocean - DNCE

Feels - Calvin Harris

Have this for now, hope u like him :)

If you have something to ask him, or about him, please ask. I'd be glad to answer, thank you :)

[nodirectionhome-ao3]

Hello, waving at you from the break room at my job 👋🏽 (spoilers/quotes from ch 8 KSFM)

Hope you are doing well and yes, yes I’m re-reading KSFM again *sigh* I keep saying I’m going to leave comments (and I will!) but I get so drawn into the story that I press next chapter instead of writing a review 😩 I’ll do better I promise. Here’s some lines that captivated me and honestly made me so frightened of the anger Lily has towards Petunia and Vernon. She is so feral in this chapter (with absolute good reason!) and to be frank I got so mad seeing the flashbacks/scenes of how Harry was being treated while growing up with Petunia (I won’t say aunt because I believe family should never treat people that way) and Vernon. You did an absolute amazing amazing job with writing this chapter (story in general) that it’s so difficult for me to choose which lines I love because there’s so much. (I’ll be reading this on my lunch break no worries my heart is strong)

Currently on Chapter 8: What Sisters Do

“Hi Tuney,” Lily said coldly. “Did you miss me?”

“Wow,” Lily drawled sarcastically. “Nothing gets past those keen observational skills of yours, does it? Way to go, Dursley. Your mother must be so proud.”

“SILENCE!" screamed Vernon. “No meals. For the rest of the week. That should teach you to never use your abnormality against this family again.”

Lily’s heart dropped when she realized what it was.

Harry was banging on the door. Trying to escape.

Hogwarts knew.

“I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me why you abused my Harry!”

“I would’ve snapped my own fucking wand in half if it meant I got to have those months you got to spend with Mum!”

“If Voldemort had shown up here that night…would your husband do the same thing for you? Or would he just stand back and point up the stairs and say they’re up there!” —- lines from KSFM CH 8

Wow. Just freaking WOW. Have I mentioned I love this story? Hmm? 🤔 if not, well now you know! Truly the rawness of Lily’s emotions/anger in this is so intense. Even this little line, “Hogwarts knew”— I knew Lily wouldn’t hurt her sister but seeing all of those memories, whew, I wouldn’t blame her for doing something she’d regret later on. I can’t imagine going through a coma and waking up finding out that your only son was sent to live with a sister who doesn’t care for her, much less the child. This was a tough chapter to read (imagine me reading it eight times, yes I’ve read it so much I can just close my eyes and visualize the scenes in my mind) but it was definitely necessary. It shines light on the horrific life that Harry faced, honestly this also helps show that there’s many children/babies/teens etc that are living through child abuse and neglect from family members and are trying their damn best to survive. I applaud you for this chapter, like I said it’s a tough one but truly a great chapter.

I was wondering how hard was it for you when writing chapter 8? Did you need to have a mental/emotional break from it. Or did the words just flow when writing/building the scenes?

Anywho, back to work. Will be reading on my lunch break at 2am 😩 I wish I was rich sometimes 😆

(Also before I go, I’d recommend you listen to Until the End- by Chloe Ament. That song is so Jily, a tumblr mutual recced it and I loved it. It’s the first song I put on the KEFM playlist that I’m working on 😊 I hope you like the song.)

Waving back at you from the train on my way to work!👋

AHHH. Nena!! Thank you so much for this🥹🥹 I can’t believe you’ve read ksfm so many times! I am so amazed and blown away that you like it that much!!!! Thank you!!!!😭😭

This ask was such a treat to wake up to. Thank you for taking the time to share your favorite lines from this chapter with me!!!!!! Lily is absolutely feral in this one (understandably) and it’s definitely a tough one, emotionally! It’s been so long now since I wrote this chapter (wrote it in February I think?) so I don’t fully remember, but I think I did have to take some breaks while writing the flashback scenes of Harry in this chapter. Thinking about his childhood is just so devastating, but I knew I had to write it because Lily needed to know and Harry certainly wasn’t ready to tell her. Once I got to Lily’s confrontation with Petunia, though, I sort of fell into a writing rhythm and that came together really quickly! I wasn’t initially planning on having Lily use that spell on Vernon, but the first draft where she didn’t do that just felt too…tame I think? Lily had lost most of her friends in the war, lost her parents, watched her husband die, had almost 14 years of her life stolen from her, and THEN discovered her sister and brother-in-law abused her son for years while she was asleep. That’s just SO MUCH for one person to handle and I felt that it was definitely enough to make a person…snap. I got a few (now deleted) comments saying they didn’t like that/couldn’t allow themselves to root for Lily after that (🙄) but I stand by it. Lily would do anything for Harry!

Anyway, I digress.😅

Thanks so much for this!!!❤️❤️❤️ I will definitely be listening to that song during my lunch break!

[shrinkthisviolet]

🐱 for Morgan!

If they're a light or heavy sleeper:

A little lighter than before but still on the heavy-sleeper side. Barry has never understood how superheroing didn’t drastically change that…but he’s glad that it means she won’t be pulling all-nighters. Probably.

(She totally does, she just doesn’t tell him 😂)

What they would do if they won the lottery right now:

If she had all that money…honestly, she already has so much, so she’d probably put it into her savings with the rest of it. While Barry and Harry both continue to try to educate her on financial literacy 😂 (Eowells, “incidentally”, did not teach her this 💀)

If they have a special item that they couldn't bear to lose:

At the moment, no. But post-s2, Tina will give her things that used to belong to Harritess…including their old camcorder. It’s bittersweet, since they ofc call her “Jesse” in those videos, but…it’s something 🥺

One negative personality trait of theirs:

She has a very hard time trusting people—always, to some degree, but especially post-s1. Even with those she loves, she’ll question how sincere they really are, what the last straw will be to finally drive them away, will often annoy them until she finds their limit. Those who aren’t as attached to her as Team Flash or James (aka newer friends) might be put off by this…and at times, they are! It’s why she doesn’t have a lot of friends outside of Team Flash—just James, Danica, and Yolanda…and for the latter two, she keeps parts of herself hidden to keep from scaring them off and tries to take them at their word even when she’s inclined to say “are you sure” a dozen times.

It’s why Caitlin snapping at Morgan in s2 is particularly rough for Morgan—Caitlin apologizes later, and also post-s2 when she fully acknowledges that Morgan was right about Hunter, but…although she wants to, Morgan can’t forget it. It’s only been a year since Eowells, and she hasn’t even started the therapy necessary to process all of that…and despite not being intentionally malicious, Caitlin still tried to dismiss the signs Morgan saw in Hunter—someone Morgan saw as dangerous.

Their favorite 70s song:

Definitely Dancing Queen by ABBA! I Will Survive by Gloria Gaynor is her second-favorite 💞

(ABBA is her favorite 70s artist overall. They’ve made music in other decades ofc but she loves their 70s songs best)

The color(s) associated with their zodiac:

She’s a Libra, so blue, pastel pink, pistachio green, lavender, peach orange. At least from what I’ve been able to find 😅

Their favorite comedy movie:

Megamind! It’s still one of her favorite movies ever

About one person they've lost:

Her biological parents, Harrison and Tess, whom she knows nothing about 😭 that’s two people, but still. It causes a lot of guilt post-s1 when she has to reckon with grieving people she barely knows…wondering if she even has that right.

A quote I associate with them:

“Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear.”

If they're a lover or a fighter:

She’s a fighter by nature who nevertheless loves very deeply and fiercely when trust is solid 💞

oc ask game!

[marchiveeee]

Writing challenge - creating an OC using a playlist

Soo, I had a long day today and I wanted to finish it off in a good way. So after seeing 0 interesting content, I opened Pinterest and that picture appeared to me. It wasn't the first time I had seen it, but that was the first time that I actually decided it would be a good idea to give this challenge a try, and I'm glad I did!!!!!!!!

It's so interesting to see how the OC came out as someone completely different from me, even tho she was created from my favorite songs on Spotify, which is basically a dump to my personality, or so I thought... But anyways, ladies and gentlemen.... HER:

Her personality: "As it was" by Harry Styles

The lyrics of this song doesn't "match" with its cheerful beat. If you take a minute to listen to it, like really listen, you'll be able to see someone struggling. It's someone who has a hard time opening to others and letting their vulnerable side show. For some reason, likely something that happened in the past, the person closed themselves to the world.

When I listened to this song thinking about an OC, I thought of someone who had to grow up when they were still a kid, and of someone who didn't have the time to understand and work on their traumas. [It wasn't intentional, but that does reminds me of Castiel]

Kim grew up in a dysfunctional family where she didn't have the support from her parents and relatives. She was barely a teen when she was forced to look after herself when her parents were so close to her, but at the same time completely absent.

Her job: "Santo" by Jão

So here we have Jão again, I really like his songs if you guys haven't noticed it yet Kkkkkk

The title of this song means "Saint". I was a bit taken aback when I listened to this song thinking about a "job" for my OC, but well... It kinda makes sense somehow

I'm gonna win you over on Ash Wednesday

Gonna take you to some beach, kiss you after the mass

Find myself in your eyes, I get distracted in you

If I promised anything

Love, I didn't mean to

Don't but me on the altar

Because I'm kinda dishonest

I swear to you an endless love

But deep down I'm no good, ai

My angel, I'm not a saint, no

And tomorrow you'll wake up

My angel, and my great love

Will be somewhere else...

This was a translation of part of the lyrics, and listening to that, some things came to my mind:

-A sinful priest (discarded this in a second)

-An escort girl

So I ended up choosing the 2nd option. Kim is a beautiful girl and she knows it, she ended up having to use it to survive; she didn't have the support to continue her studies and she already had as many common part time jobs as she could take, and being an escort was one of them.

Their backstory: "Coraline" by Måneskin

This song is so..... UGH 😭

I hate being so harsh on my characters, they're like my babies.... But that was the shuffle play, not me :((((((

Basically, that song talks about a beautiful girl called Coraline who's living a miserable life and "hiding" her truths. People are also very judgmental towards her, saying things like "she’s worth nothing. She can’t even get out a miserable door"

This song is so good, but so sad. I love it, but I hate it represents Kim backstory and add even more sense to her character from what we've seen up till now.

Her friends: "Genie in a bottle" by Christina Aguilera

I feel like I've been locked up tight

For a century of lonely nights

Waiting for someone to release me

She has never had real friend and even if she wanted to so badly, she's never really been completely open to it, so scared she was to show her vulnerable side and letting her guards down.

I'm a genie in a bottle

You gotta rub me the right way

If you wanna be with me

She's definitely not someone easy to deal with, but slowly, if you take the right steps to her heart, she will open her heart to you.

[random comment b4 the next topic: that's when the shuffle play starts to forget about the consistency and starts to mix completely different genres]

Her love life: "Cheia de Manias" by Raça Negra

Just wanted to say that this one is a classic!!!!! So groovy, I love it.

So, Kim is definitely a player and she is 100% aware of this.

With her way

Does what she wants with me

Dominates my heart I don't know what to do I want to leave you

But you don't want to

Don't want

So help me to go through

This "rollercoaster" that is to like you

Where they live: "Tangerine" by Glass Animals

This song was so random istg.... But tbh that's what made me to think of Kim as east asian, because a Japanese name is mentioned in the song, so.... Why not? That's my 1st time thinking about an Asian OC.

The song starts with something like "as cold as ice" and I'm lazy to go look for it now, so that makes me think Kim is really used to the cold (the cold is also mentioned in Coraline). And also, I heard that in Korea tangerines are kinda common, so Kim could be Korean or maybe Japanese... I even thought about northern China because of the cold, but I haven't decided yet, so for now she's "east asian".

Clothing style: "Tomboy" by Destiny Rogers

CHEF'S KISS

Kim can be anyone she wants. She can be a tomboy, but she can also slay with a red lipstick. I just love this song SO MUCH and it fits Kim's vibe 100%!

Their hobbies: "MONTERO" by Lil Nas X & "Dancing in the moonlight" by Toploader

Well, this girl definitely like to dance!!!!!! And Montero just confirms her "player" and sexual side. I don't have much energy now to elaborate that more, so that's it for today!!!!

I challenge:

I'm curious about my mutuals OC's so I'm gonna challenge you guys to do it too! It's actually much easier than it seems like, and it's fun too!

@idk-i-want-mcl-content @lycorispoison @mrs-veilmont

[dumbledoresthroughndthrough]

Every time I read this passage my heart takes an emotional journey on the bumpiest rollercoaster. 😭

I can only imagine the turmoil Harry is experiencing. Not only is he grieving the loss of his Headmaster/Mentor and handling the trauma which came from witnessing his death, but Harry is having to deal with how little he actually knew about Dumbledore. And the guilt which stems from that, as well as the anger.

Harry regrets never taking the time to ask his Professor personal questions, that all they ever really discussed was Harry himself. More specifically the part he had to play in this war.

Here is a young man, who has never really known the love of a parental figure since the day his Mother and Father were murdered.

And when he does allow himself to attach to such figures, they are cruelly snatched away.

He is never really given the time or the proper circumstances to deepen those relationships. And with Harry being a child for 99% of the series, those relationships are sort of one sided.

As it should be really.

As a child we are much too young to worry about our parental figures, in terms of finding out who they are, beyond what they are. It's only as we grow older, that we begin to appreciate them as people and their back stories.

I feel this is what Harry is muddling through in his grief.

Throughout DH, he is bombarded with information about Albus Dumbledore, which quite frankly knocks him for six. He finds out information which he really wishes Albus had told him. Like the fact that they had both lived in Godric's Hollow, both lost loved ones there. This is mind blowing for Harry. They could have bonded over this shared history. Perhaps even have visited one day together.

But Dumbledore chose not to reveal that part of himself. And Harry is hurt, because he doesn't understand why. He had always believed that Dumbledore cared for him. Even during OotP, Harry at his core, still believed Albus cared, and that is why he was so hurt and angry throughout his fifth year. He thought that they shared a special sort of bond. And each time Harry thinks they are getting somewhere, he feels as though Dumbledore takes a step back.

I always feel that had Albus not died that night, he would have been 'forced' to reveal some information to Harry. They had after all gone through a traumatic experience together, and bonded further due to it. And I genuinely think that Albus would have wanted to reveal what he had seen thanks to that potion. He would have felt he owed Harry some answers given what he asked of him that night. But more than that, again, I think he would have wanted to tell Harry. Because he does care. But Albus being who he is, constantly has to walk a fine line. He can only connect with Harry to a certain point. Because Harry is after all, first and foremost, his student. And it would be inappropriate to share too much. But I do think, the night he died, was that first stepping stone on what could have been should he have survived.

But this is what I mean, Harry only knows what he experienced. Harry couldn't see inside Dumbledore's head. All he knew was that Dumbledore kept him at arms length, even though he claimed to care.

So when Harry finds out that Dumbledore had a shaded past, in which he revealed his secrets to Gellert, as a young man himself, Harry is incensed, and even outright jealous. Here was a dark wizard who Dumbledore is known for having defeated, who Albus had revealed his inmost self to after knowing for a few months maximum. I imagine Harry must feel cheated in some regard.

After all, Harry had known and looked up to his Headmaster for six years. He had trusted him implicitly, no questions asked. And yet he didn't hardly know anything about him personally. But Gellert bloody Grindelwald had somehow managed to gain the Holy Grail in a matter of months! If Dumbledore could share with Grindelwald, who turned out to be a dark wizard, then what was wrong with Harry? Why didn't Dumbledore want to share with him? Harry must have felt he meant nothing to his mentor. Which we know isn't true. But it must have been traumatising for a grieving 17 year old boy.

It's only after Harry has spoken to Albus in person, and Albus has at last revealed parts of himself to Harry which he is ashamed of, is Harry able to let go of his anger.

Once he sees that Albus wasn't withholding information about himself because he didn't trust Harry, but rather because he didn't want Harry to think less of him, Harry understands that Albus did and does love him.

And Harry is also now able to say that he loves Albus. Not for being the Headmaster of Hogwarts, or the Greatest Sorcerer of the age, but for being Albus. Because he now knows everything there is to know about the man. Albus Dumbledore is no longer on that pedestal Harry had seated him on. He was finally accessible and attainable. And loved.

[bluemauve]

I'm so sorry you are going through all these shit. I just wanted to ask you a genuine question because I saw your post on my feed how you find ARTHUR annoying in a Lucius ship. I found that so weird. Then I see your account is just talking badly about Harry being weak and etc etc hey, JKR technically says Voldemort can't feel love in the books idc what she says irl but you see, if you go with the canon, then we can't have a lot of things? Bellamort as much as I like the concept, canon made me hate their dynamic. I don't care about tomarrymort. I like Voldemort as a character. I like the idea of him but I don't like the execution in the book (that's why I called him one dimensional), that is why I read about him in fics. As for Harry, I feel you are very mean to him most of the times. He has a LOT of potential and that is what people like to play with, and that what JKR didn't play with and that is what made me ask you Harry who is shown to actually fight and be equal to actual death eaters (not talking about Voldemort) and won many times without any help: it's canon, just read deathly hollows : you somehow call him weak? I feel like he will wipe the floor with baby death eaters. So that was my problem with your account anyway but when I come back here to check if you have replied to me. All I see is hate comments which is horrible and horrifying. I didn't want to be mean to you anyways. And I hate that you are going through this. YOU DON'T DESERVE THIS. No one does and everyone should fuck off. It's your blog, your fucking wish. If they can't be not horrible, then they shouldn't speak. I'm so sorry, hope you have a great day and please ignore them.

it's alright, i think the sudden influx of hate was because i answered an ask about why i dislike tomarry and they reblogged it onto their account, but it doesn't bother me much.

i don't know how you found my lucius/arthur post? 😭😭 i didnt even maintag it whattt thats so funny lol. but yeah, personally, i find arthur annoying. he's so embarrassing... i just get the ick from him, it's nothing serious.

i LOVE lucius he's so cunty frr. not saying he was morally superior to arthur or anything but.. luci's my third favourite war criminal 🥰🥰

i never said harry was weak, i just said that he's not like, super powerful or anything. i don't understand why you zoomed in on me 'hating' harry, when so many other people love and cherish him. i can have a different opinion. i can find him annoying and distasteful at times, it's not a crime. yeah, sure harry could beat baby death eaters but i don't think he could beat some of the pureblood families simply because they are not afraid to use dark magic. they are ancient families. they have their roots and their traditions harry has probably never heard of. just because we see him overpowering DEs in deathly hallows doesn't mean he is super skilled in duelling. the DEs were instructed not to kill him. he is literally just fighting to survive. yes, he can be creative, yes he is smart, doesn't mean he will win every single duel.

if voldemort had allowed it, bellatrix would have slit his throat twice in deathly hallows and boom, series over, close the gates.

i'm not sure which ask you sent me and i don't remember if i thought you were being mean to me, but it's alright, it doesn't matter.

hope you have a great day <3

[be-with-me-so-happily]

Ch 8 AHHHHHHH I loved it! They are just so cute when all of them are together and acting like a little family😭 I love Cece! And her saying that she loves Harry💔💔💔 that was so sweet! Now they like sort of kissed after all this time!?!? I had to reread that part so many times bc I couldn’t believe it!?! And I can’t believe every time they were about to talk about it they got interrupted lol anyways I feel like more heartbreak is about to come once he goes away and I don’t know how I’ll survive😭 anyways I loved it and I can’t wait for the next one!

AHHHHHH!!! 🥰 Thank you, sweet soul, for even reading the chapter, and the series, but also for sending this to me! I love hearing how you feel about the story, because I love it just as much! I mean, Cece is the best. She might secretly be a match-making mastermind genius? But she's not even 4, and it hasn't worked yet, so... doubtful, haha!!! She does love Harry though, that's for sure.

Now, your survival is very important to me, but with that said... I can't make any promises. I can get a little evil when it comes to angst 😬 maybe that should be in the intro to all of my fics? 😆😆😆 but who knows, maybe I'll make this series full of fluff.

[finexbright]

Hiii! Holiday pal 2 here! How are you? How was your weekend?

I'm going to just gush about louis in this one and you can join me please. I cannot with him looking so soft and cuddly and precious 🥺. Someone transport me to him so i can hug him please. And i get exactly why Harry writes the ridiculously sappy songs. How could you not if you were living with louis all the time omg.

I'm not going to survive the next week if we keep seeing him like this, so be prepared for your inbox to just be ridiculous messages like this one.

-👯

i am always down for gushing about louis because he really is the most soft squishy precious warm cuddle bear ever and his bright eyes get to me so bad and then he pulls the :> and i am on the floor licking my tears off of it

every single day i see louis' face and i want to fist fight harry in the back alley because why does he get him 🔪 but also i completely get him and all the ridiculous things he does and says about louis 😔✊

absolutely not prepared for this week and it's dawning on me now that this time next week i'll have already seen him and will be too stunned and wondering if he's even real 😭

[missluckycharms]

mob is my favourite auuuuu😍😭😭 pleaseee write it‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

Harry is a mob boss but him and Y/N aren’t who they portray themselves to be towards one another.

warnings: mentions of murder, violence, illegal activities.

I’m a sucker for dark Harry 😈

“Get this shit cleaned up, now.” Harry grumbles, his entire living room that was once draped all over in clear plastic to preserve his furniture, now spotted and destroyed in blood, a lifeless body who he didn’t care enough about to get a name, lays in the middle of the mess.

“I have a date in an hour, this better be gone and all of you better be out of my fucking sight.” He yells back towards his men who are immediately getting to work, fear in them all because of their boss who had no problem punching and shooting a man to death due to him trying to steal the delivery he was having shipped in.

Let’s just say, the delivery was one not to be messed with.

He sighs, walking down the marble hallways of his large house, shoes tapping with each step as he looks at his bloodied knuckles, swollen bruised and split open. Nothing new. His once white shirt now spotted with blood and a few smudges on his cheek from when he wiped his face to rid the splatters.

Harry Styles was not someone to be messed with. The leader of the underground mob that was in charge of all things illegal in the entirety of most of the US. No one knew who he was, to the public he was just a rich man who gained wealth from his passed father, but to his men, he was someone not to be messed with, he could have you killed in two seconds if you make one wrong move.

He’s smart, very very smart. His persona he shows to the public wouldn’t even have anyone question what he does, therefore no one has any idea who the mob boss is, little do they know, he’s walking amongst them and buying coffee from them.

“Mr Styles, shall I take your shirt to be washed?” Sonia asks, she’s in charge of his laundry mainly, she’s an older woman, he looks after her by paying her what she needs to survive, she hasn’t threatened to out him to police, no. She isn’t scared either.

If anything, Harry would be more scared of her due to how strong minded and tough she is. She’s like his second mother, always around to help, but her one rule is that she never wants to know what Harry does to cause blood to be all over him, she has an idea, but she’d rather him not tell her.

“Yes, please. You can take off after that, I need the house to myself.” He mumbles, sliding off all his rings and placing them into a dish to be cleaned after he’s all cleaned up, his knuckles swelling as he speaks.

“A lady, perhaps? Or a man?” Sonia, asks smirk on her face as she awaits in Harry’s bathroom for him to shrug off the shirt she already knows will need at least three boil washes with tons of stain remover to get it back to how it was.

“Just, someone.” He smiles, handing her the shirt as she nods, sending him a wink before tottering out of the bathroom leaving him alone to wash up and get ready. He faces himself in the mirror, stone cold expression on his face as the blood smudges become more noticeable under the fluorescent light.

“You think he’s going to believe you?” Niall asks behind her, watching as she applies her makeup in the mirror, wearing her black lace bra and a thong. Niall works with her, they work together, he isn’t phased about how she stands before him half naked. He’s used to it.

“Of course he will, he was desperate enough for me over the phone, what makes you think he won’t drop to his knees the second he sees me?” She smirks her lips a dark red colour as Niall just chuckles, shaking his head dressed in his usual all black suit with a radio in his ear to listen into what is being said from the other members of their gang.

“Well, any man who looks at you does.” Niall smiles at her reflection in the mirror as she hands him her necklace to tie around her neck.

“Hmm, is that why you tried it on with me when you first joined?” She asks with squinted eyes and a devils grin.

“If I knew you were the boss, I wouldn’t of.” Is all he says, kissing her bare shoulder when he was done with the necklace, a small peck as a joke that has her laughing out.

“If all goes well, I may consider giving you a raise.” She speaks softly, turning around to run her fingers over the lapels of his black blazer.

“Raise what, exactly?” He banters back.

“Whatever I’m in the mood for.”

Harry is nervous as he waits for her arrival, eyes glancing towards his watch as he paces around his living room, two of his men still around — Liam and Zayn.

“You think she’s going to believe you?” Zayn asks, cigarette in his mouth as he sits on the sofa gazing at Harry who’s walking about in a crimson button up and black slacks.

“Of course she will.” Is all he replies with, eyes looking out the window as Liam scoffs behind him.

“This is your first ever female target, are you sure about this?” Liam asks, making sure Harry is up for the job of prying into Y/N’s gang that he knows she runs, the exact same gang who has been on his gangs back for years now — he’s finally found them.

Harry just nods, not saying a word.

“Please do not kill him the second you walk in, we need to get as much information on his gang as we can, got it?” Niall says sternly, looking at Y/N through the rear view mirror as she sits in the backseat, dressed in a crimson red mini dress, the colour matching her lips as she smiles.

“Giving orders to your boss? Very brave.” She fires back making Niall shake his head with a laugh as he drives before speaking up again.

“Just warning you, when we have all the information, that’s when you strike.”

“When you have all the information on her, that’s when you strike, it could take months, but you need to play this out slowly.” Liam says which has Harry rolling his eyes.

“I’m the boss, I know exactly what to do.” He says bluntly, his eyes squinting to see a car driving up into his driveway.

“Okay, she’s here. Beat it.” He announces to the two men that get up and leave quickly, sliding out the back door as Harry waits by the front door.

“Y/N be safe, okay?” Niall says softly, she nods and shows him a knife that she has in her purse, disguised as a lipstick.

“I’m always safe.” She says with a slam of the car door, Niall immediately fleeing the premises as she walks towards the grand house, smaller than her one, but it’s nice.

She knocks and waits, adjusting her hair and pulling down her dress before the door opens, revealing who she knows as Harry.

“Hello Scarlett nice to finally meet you, in person.” He smiles brightly, his house warm from where she stands and his cologne powerful as she smiles widely when he uses the fake name she gave.

“Hi Harry, I’m a little nervous, first time meeting up with someone from online.” She fakes innocence, thinking Harry doesn’t notice that she’s indeed giving a fake story — he knows exactly who she is, she knows exactly who he is. He was stupid not to use a fake one.

But what they don’t know, is that they’re set up to kill one another.

“Come in darling, let’s have a drink.”