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He's Not You | bfd!harry

Summary: The aftermath of Harry's bright idea has some downfalls and he didn't expect to feel this way.

Word Count: 7.8k

Warning: Angst, emotional cheating, lying, age gap, alcohol consumption, mature themes, 18+ only please!

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Harry didn’t know what to do. Or if he should do anything. One thing life taught him was that people needed time to process any kind of upsetting news and pushing was not the answer. He’d give you time. He’d let you think about what he said but he wouldn’t give you too much time because he needed you to know he was still there. He was still yours if you wanted him. 24 hours. Then he’d reach out to you. Okay. So maybe he wasn’t giving you that much time. But he needed to make sure you two were okay. Because he certainly wasn’t.

And besides, not knowing if you were okay hurt him more than anything else. And he’d totally misjudged the whole thing. He knew you might not like it but it blew up in his face. He hadn’t expected you to be that upset about it.

And your reaction had him devasted. He didn’t even expect his own response. Eyes full of tears, unable to move from your building’s parking lot for nearly fifteen minutes while he retraced the whole thing in his mind and cried. Over and over again he thought about how he said it and how you responded and the way your little tears fell over your cheeks and your lip jutted out in upset. He hated himself. He’d really done nothing right at all. For the entire course of your relationship. It started with him pursuing you. And the rest was just the domino effect. But now he was so enamored by you, so crazy for you he couldn’t imagine being the one to break it off.

You’d need to break up with him if that were ever to happen. He’d never be able to call it off. He could think of no scenario that had him breaking up with you. None. Not even if you told his wife about the affair. He couldn’t.

. . .

You didn’t go to work that night. You called off and cried in every room of your apartment. You were feeling absolutely sunken. You didn’t even hate Harry. You understood it. Knew what he was trying to do and understood that he was only thinking of you. But that did nothing to make you feel better. Because then it was glaring. Your whole relationship and what it really was, laid out bare for you to see.

You obsessively raked over the details. His suggestion for you to date someone else. To try and have a normal life outside of him. But yet still see him in private.

That wasn’t what you wanted. You wanted to really be with Mr. Styles. Wanted to flaunt it to everyone, shout it from the rooftops, tell the whole world all about your man. But that was just a dream. A fantasy.

And what he wanted for you was his way of offering you something that resembled normalcy. Because what else could he do? Other than breaking it off with you. Which, if you were honest with yourself, breaking up with him would be the best way to go about things. If he broke up with you that would be the kindest thing for everyone involved. You’d be devasted but you’d get over him eventually as one does after enough time to heal a broken heart.

But you were thankful he wasn’t breaking up with you. He was just offering you an alternative to that. Because you did need something normal. Though you weren’t quite convinced dating someone else was the answer.

. . .

Harry had called you the following day to check-in. You were just getting out of the shower before you had to get ready for work. His words comforted you. His tone made you feel like you were still his. Like he still wanted you. You felt yourself smile for the first time in a whole day.

“When can I come see you?”

“I work this afternoon, and then tomorrow afternoon as well.”

“That’s okay. What about Thursday? You usually have Thursdays free right?”

You sighed and pulled your towel tighter around your chest as you sat on the edge of your bed, “Well… I was thinking of going out with Fae on Thursday night. I barely hang out with her anymore.”

“I miss you, puppy,” Harry spoke softly into the phone. And you understood that his quiet voice meant someone might have been close enough that they could hear him. And of course he wouldn’t want anyone to hear him saying that to someone he was speaking to on the phone. Especially if they knew he wasn’t speaking to his wife. Especially if it was his wife who was nearby.

And just that thought alone nettled at you. A dark cloak covered you again and the small smile you had when you answered the phone fell from your face. You were still feeling that jarring shock you felt the day before when he blindsided you with his offer.

But at least he wanted to see you still.

“I miss you too, Harry.” That was all you could say. You wouldn’t suggest another day to see him. Wouldn’t push for more. Or ask him what worked for him. You wanted to but you were tired. Not only were you emotionally worn thin, you’d barely slept the night before and so you were feeling very sensitive. The situation was delicate you didn’t know how to proceed.

“Are we okay, baby?” He sounded the way you felt.

“I don’t know, Harry.”

. . .

Harry gave you space. You only got a text from him while you were getting ready to go out with Fae Thursday night.

Have fun tonight. Please be safe.

Your reply was simple. You wanted to say more. Tell him to come over the next morning and help you with your hangover (you were positive you were going to have one). To kiss your headache away like you knew he could. But you kept it short.

Thank you.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Fae stood next to you as you sent the text to her dad. Quickly turning the phone as you nodded and smiled at her you lied, “I’m fine.”

The club was a spot you and Fae frequented in college. It was like walking into a time vault. Nothing looked different. Everyone was dressed to get attention from someone else. The strobing lights flickered and people crowded together in the sunken area of the dance floor. High-top tables lined against the walls filled with people nursing (or chugging) their drinks as servers ran from the bar to the tables and back again.

Fae leaned in to speak, “So… I didn’t tell you, but Evan is here with a few of his friends.”

You stopped in your tracks and looked at your best friend like she had horns, “What? Why wouldn’t you tell me first?! I really don’t want to deal with that tonight, Fae!”

She held on to your forearm, “I know. I’m sorry. But I knew if I told you, you wouldn’t come and I just want you to have some fun tonight. He promised he’d be on his best behavior.”

Evan was a super cocky asshole. But he was hot. He was loosely associated with your friend group. Had moved to the state to attend the university you went to and you hooked up with him a time or two. Three times actually. You remembered them vividly.

But after the third time you hooked up you learned he told some of your friends about it. Had bragged that he took your virginity (which was true) and made it clear that he’d been doing it just for the challenge of bagging a virgin.

So after that, you stopped talking to him. Blocked his number and every aspect of him on social media. And every time you saw him at a party or in passing you ignored him. Though he never seemed phased by your attitude toward him. He continued to flirt with you, compliment you, and tell you how pretty you were. He did apologize but he did it in a way that felt disingenuous.

It had been about a year since you’d seen him at all. And based on what Fae had just told you, he knew you’d be there. You just wish she’d told you. But she was probably right. You wouldn’t have come had you known.

. . .

“You okay, babe?” Harry’s wife asked him, popping her head into his study as he sat at his desk with a pout.

“Oh… yeah I’m fine. Was just deep in thought.”

She stepped in and walked toward him before leaning her hip against his oak desk, “You seem… well, just a little sad lately. Kind of like something is weighing heavy on you. For the past few days especially. Just want to make sure everything’s okay.”

Harry knew he was affected by you. Knew that what had happened between you two was his fault but he didn’t know what to do about it. Didn’t know how to make himself feel better. He hated that you were hurt by his suggestion. Hated himself. Hated that you were out at some club with Fae only a few days after he suggested you go out and date someone.

What if you met someone? What if you realized that meeting and dating and being with a man your age who you could go on dates with and hold hands with openly and who you could gush over with your best friend was actually way better than secretly dating a married man twice your age?

He felt his wife’s fingers run through his hair, “See? Like this. You seem so… distant, Harry.”

“Sorry. I don’t know. Maybe I’m coming down with something. I’ve been feeling off a little. Kind of tired and… probably not drinking enough water,” he watched his wife to gauge her reaction. Of course it wasn’t lack of water that had his heart crumbling and his gut twisted in knots. But he would never be able to admit the cause to his wife.

After forcing himself to get up and gulp down a glass of water at his wife’s behest, he noted the time, 11:56 pm. He wondered what you were up to. If you were dancing with someone. If you were okay.

“We should go to bed, Harry. It’s late.”

He didn’t want to go to bed. He wanted to drive to the club, go inside, and check on you. See with his own eyes what you were doing and who you were doing it with. But that was absolute nonsense. He needed to get a grip on himself.

. . .

Evan was nice. Really nice. And he looked even better than he had the last time you saw him. You could tell he’d been working out and his overgrown scruff made him look older (which reminded you a bit of Harry in a way and if you squinted he had the build of Harry too).

So when you and Fae finally decided to call it a night Evan hopped in the taxi with you two and he went back with you to your place. The whole time Fae kept giving you the, “I told you so,” look. Fae was dropped off at her apartment first.

You were right on the edge of drunk. But so was Evan. You couldn’t stop your brain from imagining he was Harry. You did try, but you had had just enough alcohol that he kind of looked like Harry. His voice wasn’t as sexy and his hands were a little smoother.

And when you tried flirting and teasing with him when you got him on your couch he didn’t give you that back-and-forth that you loved with Harry. He just dove right in. His hot mouth slobbered against yours and you allowed yourself to settle into it. Pulling your dress up over your thighs and letting him pull your panties down.

But instead of him placing himself between your legs and eating you out like you assumed he would do (Harry had really spoiled you) he began to pull his own pants down, nearly tripping because he wasn’t stable. His balance was off and you laughed at him.

You cupped him, his underwear covering whatever he had going on underneath, and realized he was not hard. Not at all.

He pushed your hand away and sat down next to you on your couch, his pants still at his ankles, and laughed in disbelief, “I’m fucking too drunk. I’m sorry, Y/n. Fuck.” He put his hands over his face and settled his head back into your couch.

This was the first time you’d ever experienced it. What they called whisky dick. You didn’t realize that Evan had had so much to drink that he couldn’t get it up.

Pulling your dress back down you looked at your thighs and at the floor where your dry panties were lying and realized, he hadn’t even gotten you anywhere near worked up. You weren’t climbing up the wall to have him fuck you (not that he could with a limp dick anyway) the way you did with Harry.

You squeezed your eyes closed and shook your head. You didn’t know what you were doing. It was too soon to jump into anything with anyone. Maybe a part of you felt like if you fucked someone else you’d feel better about it all because then you’d be serving a little bit of pain to Harry in the way he’d served it to you.

“It’s okay, Evan. Seriously. You can sleep here on the couch. I can take you home in the morning.”

He reached across the couch to pull at your hand, “I’m so sorry. This is so embarrassing. Maybe in the morning when we’re both sobered up, I can try again.”

You scoffed at the idea and looked at him as if he were joking, “Uh… we’ll see.”

You climbed into your bed feeling like you’d just hit a wall. Not just because you were so tired but because everything you did reminded you of Harry.

You missed him. You knew that even if Harry had had too much to drink to get hard he’d have held you and whispered soft words into your ear until you fell asleep. But you couldn’t imagine him drinking like that. Getting just drunk enough that he couldn’t get it up. That didn’t seem like something that would ever happen to him.

You texted him. You were sure it would be a bad idea. Something you’d regret in the morning but you just wanted to reach out. To give him something. To give yourself something.

Wish you were here.

You sighed and plugged your phone in and laid flat on your bed. You tried to fall asleep. Tried to push down your disappointment (in yourself, in the situation) but you just kept thinking of how you had really messed up big time. Falling for your best friend’s dad? Huge fuck up.

Your phone chimed and you sat up to see a text back from Harry.

Are you safe at home now, pup?

You grinned and felt your heart flutter at the term of endearment he had begun using for you.

I am. I brought someone back with me but he’s not you.

You weren’t sure why you told him that. You didn’t need to. But part of you wanted him to know. Wanted to be honest with him in every way. Felt he was owed the truth. More than likely, though, you told him because you hoped in a tiny tiny way that he’d be a little jealous. And of course there was the alcohol doing much of the thinking for you.

He read your message but as the seconds turned into minutes of being left on read you wondered if it was a mistake to tell him that. Wondered if maybe you should have only said that to him in person.

And so you quickly typed out another text at the five minute mark.

Nothing happened, though. I don’t want anyone else.

More minutes passed. You weren’t sure if he’d even see your follow-up text. Hoped he’d see it before he decided to turn his phone off and go back to sleep. It was late. Nearly 3 am. He had every right to ignore your texts at that hour.

You were startled awake by the sound of someone closing the bathroom door. You sat up quickly and looked at your phone. It was just past 8 am. Still no response from Harry. In fact, he hadn’t even read your last text to him yet. Which had you worried. Had he maybe blocked you?

Your heart sank as you climbed out of your bed. You had a headache and your mouth was dry. You filled up a glass of water for yourself and leaned against your kitchen counter just as Evan came into the kitchen with you.

He was still handsome. You weren’t sure if you were seeing things last night but his kind smile had the corners of your mouth turning upward.

“Morning,” he half yawned the word.

“Morning. Water? Coffee?” You lifted your glass upward.

“Both? If that’s okay?”

You and Evan sat at your little kitchen table and sipped hot coffee and he told you about what he was doing these days and you told him that you were waiting tables.

He couldn’t stay long. He had to go to work. But he did stay long enough that you got his number and made plans for Saturday night.

As much as you regretted it all the night before, the morning’s clarity and Harry’s lack of response to you had you feeling like you were making a good choice for yourself by seeing Evan again under different circumstances.

He kissed you goodbye at your door and grinned, “I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

. . .

Harry nearly lost it when he saw that you’d brought someone back with you. He sat his phone down in his office and went into his back yard and found a dark corner to sit and cry. He was pathetic. A pathetic man. A terrible husband. A man who pushed his lover away into the arms of another.

He wanted to rip his hair out and break his phone in half. Wanted to drive to your apartment, beat down your door, and end the life of a man he didn’t even know simply because you allowed him into your apartment.

He saw that you’d texted again but he couldn’t bear to look at it. He shut his phone down and tried to sleep on the leather couch in his study but his thoughts wouldn’t stop. He kept imagining you getting wet for someone else. Begging someone else to fuck you in your bed. Touching someone else with your soft fingers and kissing them with those lips he loved. He imagined your sweet moans and gasps as you called out the name of another.

Needless to say, he did not get any sleep.

He went to work, his phone was still powered off, and tried to push you out of his mind. Tried not to torture himself with all the images of you naked with another man. To no avail.

And then he made the mistake of checking on Fae’s Instagram stories from the night before from his work computer. You were there with Fae wearing something that would have any man on his knees. It would certainly have him on his knees for you.

Your big smile and shining eyes in the photo indicated you were having fun. But then a blurry photo of you dancing with a man had Harry pausing the reel and trying to scroll in. He wanted a look at this guy. No one was tagged in the post so he didn’t even get a name but now he was officially in the pits. His stomach felt like curdled milk was boiling and sloshing inside and his heart was pounding so hard in his chest that he had to place his palm over it to make sure he was still alive and that he wasn’t having some kind of heart attack or something.

He ran to the bathroom and unloaded whatever it was he ate that morning. He couldn’t even remember what he’d eaten he’d been so distraught by the idea of you being with anyone else.

“This was your idea you fucking idiot,” he scolded himself in a whisper as he wiped his mouth and then his tears.

It was his idea. And it was a terrible one. He thought he could handle it. But he was weak. How were you able to deal with the fact that he was married and yet he couldn’t even bear to look at a blurry photo of you dancing with someone else? You were far stronger than he was.

Back in his office, he decided to put himself out of his misery and power his phone back up. Read the text you sent and then insist on going to see you. He wouldn’t take no for an answer. He needed to see you.

But what he read was not what he expected at all. In fact, had he just read it when you first sent it, it would have saved him the amount of anguish he’d gone through. He’d tortured himself for no reason at all. But he figured he deserved it.

Nothing happened. You didn’t want anyone else.

He let out a deep breath and closed his eyes. You didn’t want anyone else. The relief that covered him was vast. Like the painkiller his doctor gave him when he tore his ACL. He had been in such pain after the surgery and the prescription painkillers were just there on his bedside as he recovered. He didn’t want to take them. Figured he could tough it out because he was tough. But then when he lost sleep and began to sweat and feel immense nausea from the severe pain he felt he was urged him to take the painkiller. And oh boy was that the right move. He’d wasted so much time trying to be tough and get through it without the aid. All he had to do was swallow the pill and wait twenty minutes and he’d feel better.

And now he felt better just reading your text. Why had he waited? Why had he allowed himself to get to the point of throwing up? Still, he knew he needed to see you. Needed to kiss you and hold you and apologize for suggesting such a thing to you. He hoped you’d forgive him and that you’d want things to go back to how they’d been before. To how they’d been before he’d been such a dumbass with what he thought was a bright idea.

. . .

I need to see you. Can I come over tomorrow night?

The text from Harry had you buzzing and spinning. He finally texted you back. You wanted so badly for him to come over. Instead of seeing Evan. In fact, you were panicking over your decision that morning to accept a date with him. You kept going back and forth. Was it a good idea? Should you call him and tell him that you’d changed your mind?

Staring down at your phone in the employee breakroom you didn’t know what to say to Harry. You were still feeling upset and anger over the situation. Maybe a date would be exactly what you needed somehow. Maybe it would also give perspective to Harry. Not that you were using Evan as a social experiment or to make Harry jealous. Were you? You didn’t know anymore.

Rather than text him back right away you got back to work and turned your phone off. You weren’t sure how you would respond to him quite yet. You needed time to decide if you were even going to go on the date with Evan after all.

And just like every time you finished a shift, your feet were sore and your brain was tired. But unlike every time you finished a shift, this time you were overthinking about every little detail with Harry and Evan. You pushed it down while you waited tables and finished up your night, but once you got home the floodgates of doubt, regret, anger, and hurt all came pouring out.

You had to text Harry back. Give him something. But you didn’t know what.

Hi. I’m not sure. I have plans. I do want to see you, though.

That was as much as you could give him. You didn’t know what you were doing. Nothing made any sense to you anymore.

Plans? Can I call you right now?

You sighed and sat down on your bed. The thing about hearing his voice was that it often had you all melty for him. You were worried that somehow just listening to him would make you want to immediately cancel your date with Evan. Which you still hadn’t decided what you were going to do.

But, despite all that, you dialed Harry’s number and put him on speaker. You didn’t want to have a video call with him this time. You weren’t feeling cute.

The phone rang a few times before you suddenly heard his voice break through the speaker, “Hello?”

“Hi, Harry.”

“Sweetheart, hi. How are you?”

You closed your eyes to compose yourself. Of course, just him calling you sweetheart in that deep tone was doing things to your resolve. “I’m okay. Just got off work a bit ago.”

“Yeah? And how was it? Did you keep yourself hydrated?”

He was always concerned about your state of hydration at work after one time you didn’t have a single sip of water all day and admitted it to him (you’d been too busy!).

You laughed, “I stayed hydrated. And it was okay. Got some pretty good tips tonight.”

You could hear Harry hum in acknowledgment, “Good. And what plans do you have tomorrow night, then?”

Gulping down your uncertainty you sat up straight on your bed for confidence, “Uh… a date. The guy I saw last night. But like I said, nothing happened with–“

“Yeah. I know. So you like the guy?”

You blinked your eyes and paused. Did you like Evan? You used to not. Not after the shithead move of spilling the details about what had happened to everyone. But that was years ago and yesterday when you saw him, it was like meeting a new person. He was kinder and gentler. More mature.

“Yeah. I think so. He’s someone that I’ve known. Went to college together.”

“Oh yeah? It’s not your ex is it?”

“No! No, of course not. His name is Evan. Haven’t seen him in a long time. He was at the club last night.”

The line was silent. You were sure Harry was considering your words. Part of you wanted him to tell you to cut the shit. That you weren’t allowed to see anyone else.

“Well, I guess I did suggest this didn’t I?” You heard him let out an incredulous laugh.

You faltered as you tucked your legs under your bum and looked down at the screen of your phone, “I mean. I don’t know still. I feel confused about everything. But maybe it’s good to just see. Like you said.”

In your mind, you were begging him to stop you. Wanted him to come over to your apartment and tell you that under no circumstances were you allowed to let anyone else touch you.

“Sure. Where– if you wanted to tell me, what are the plans for your date?”

You hummed and looked up at your ceiling, “Dinner somewhere. I’m not sure yet. Then we were thinking of taking a walk downtown. Just to see where the night takes us.” You didn’t like how that came out. How it might sound to him. But that was the truth. You hadn’t been against more happening with Evan that morning when you were making plans.

“Just be safe. I’ll have my phone on if you need me or anything. Okay?”

He sounded sad. You figured he was. Kind of like how you were feeling. It felt dirty and regretful. Telling your lover about plans you’d made with another man. Disgusting really.

When you ended the call you realized you did need to go on the date. Harry’s response to the news only made it clear that you should try and see what else was out there. He wasn’t budging on his end. He was a married man. He could have told you that he’d changed his mind and that he didn’t want you to see anyone else. That alone would have given you hope for something you’d been wishing for. But he didn’t try and stop you. He didn’t dare give you any false hope. Because he knew he couldn’t.

. . .

Harry locked the door to his study when he finished the call with you. He didn’t need his wife seeing him like that. Tears in his eyes and that sick nausea came back to cause him to feel broken all over again. He’d done this to himself. It’s what was fair. But so soon? He hadn’t expected you to plan a date so quickly.

He was going to absolutely be losing his mind while you were on your date. He needed to figure out a way to get out of the house so his wife didn’t question his sudden low mood.

“Fuck…” he whispered to himself as he sat down on the hardwood floor next to his desk. What was he doing? Why had his life come to this? It was his fault. He recognized it. He’d been weak and lusting after you long before he made any moves.

It was the night of Fae’s 22nd birthday. About two years ago. They threw a big party with all of Fae’s friends. You showed up early to their house, which wasn’t out of the norm for you, being Fae’s best friend. But Fae hadn’t arrived yet and Mrs. Styles was just on her way back with the cake. Harry was in the backyard setting the chairs and cups and fixing up loose ends. It was just the two of you.

“Mr. Styles!” You snuck up behind, startling him.

He turned quickly and was caught off guard by your outfit. You were dressed for a party. A pretty thin yellow dress with small white polka dots. The top part was well fitted around your breasts and tapered at your waist where the skirt was a little more flowy and knee length. It wasn’t inappropriate and didn’t show too much skin but there was something about the way you looked in it that had him taken aback. You looked so grown. Stunning.

“Hi, Y/n. How are you, dear?” He pulled you in for a hug and he didn’t know what it was about the hug either. You were warm and had pressed your body into his and it riled something inside of him.

When he pulled away from you he kept his eyes on yours and he noticed your lips and how soft your skin was on your cheeks. Your big round eyes took him in and it felt like you were both looking at one another in a different light for the first time.

“Uh… can I help you with anything?” You quickly spoke. Suddenly appearing nervous.

“Oh… no. That’s okay. We’re pretty much done here,” he looked around the backyard and back toward you.

You turned and looked toward the house and then to him, “Is anyone else here?”

“No. Just us.”

You smiled and looked down at the grass and then backed up slightly, planting your gaze back on his, “Well, I can go back inside. Don’t want to bother you or–“

And in some moment of clarity or insanity, he couldn’t be sure, he stepped forward and wrapped his hand around your wrist, “It’s okay. You’re never a bother, Y/n.”

You looked down at where he was touching you and back into his eyes. The moment felt so intimate. So real. He watched your lips part the slightest.

“Oh. Okay.” Was all you could muster to say.

You were clearly affected by his touch. But so was Harry. His hands on your wrist felt sizzling. He couldn’t explain it. Sure he’d always seen a pretty girl when he looked at you but there was something different about you on that day.

During the party, Harry noticed that his eyes kept meeting yours. It was unspoken but the continuous search for one another didn’t stop all night. He hoped no one else saw it. He was sure no one did. And it wasn’t as if anything had really happened anyway. It was innocent. Just frequent gazes from opposite sides of the yard.

Before you left for the night you helped clean up. You found Mr. Styles boxing up the string lights and he stood up when he saw you approach him. He wasn’t sure if you were seeking him out at that very moment on purpose or not, but no one else was around to witness what you did next.

You gently reached for his hand and then stepped in to give him a hug, “This was fun, Mr. Styles.”

Your words were innocent enough but the hug was even more intimate than the first one you shared when you originally arrived. You put your arms over his shoulders and he wrapped his around your back. You both stood pressed together for longer than would have been seen as appropriate. It was definitely a signal. A shift of something deeper.

Harry turned to put his face into your hair and responded, “I’m glad you were here tonight.”

It might have been two years ago, but it was what had begun everything. From then on, he noted your longing gazes, just as he was sure you saw his too. But you both had never acted on it. Not until that day at your apartment.

. . .

Good morning, puppy. I miss you.

You woke up to see Harry’s text. It made you smile. You really were head over heels for him. You couldn’t imagine that Evan could rival Harry in any way. Couldn’t imagine that you’d be gushing over anyone else the way you did over Harry.

Morning, Harry. I miss you too.

It was funny really… here you were, about to go on a date with someone while texting another. While longing for and imagining another. Was it fair to Evan? You couldn’t think clearly enough to figure that part out yet.

Evan showed up at 7 pm. On the dot. Which you found nice. He took you to a semi-fancy restaurant. Perfectly pleasant and you were happy it wasn’t too over-the-top nice.

Conversation was good. Evan was fine. He had a lot to say about things that sort of interested you. He told you about what he did at work the day before and talked about his mother, who was ill. He mentioned traveling to Italy next month, something he’d been planning on doing for over a year.

But then apologized to you about how things had ended with him all those years before.

“I’m really sorry for telling anyone about that. At the time I was just… dumb I guess. It’s one of those things in life I’ve come to regret a lot. I was glad I had the chance to see you again. And do this…” he reached for your hand across the table just before the desserts were placed down by the waiter, who luckily interrupted the cheesy moment. It gave you the ick. You didn’t like that gesture. The hand holding across the table. Maybe you just didn’t like it because it wasn’t Harry.

The restaurant was located downtown so you didn’t have to go back to his car to drive anywhere else. You left the spot with full bellies and strolled along the sidewalks and went toward the river walk area as the night sky began to take over any leftover sunlight.

It was… romantic. Truly. And Evan had been nothing but a gentleman the whole time. And he was handsome. If you weren’t so hung up on a married man you’d surely invite him into your apartment at the end of the night.

But instead, he walked you to your door and you had to let him down. You did let him kiss you, though, but you could tell he wanted more. Wanted to have a do-over from the night before. You just weren’t there yet. Weren’t sure if you’d ever be.

“I had fun,” you placed your hand on his chest and pushed at him slightly for a bit of distance.

He grinned and tried to lean down again for another kiss but you ducked from him, turning your head as your eye caught glimpse of movement to your right. It was Harry stomping toward you with a scowl on his face.

You quickly looked back up at Evan, “Sorry. I think that–“

“Y/n. You should go inside,” Harry’s deep rasp caught Evan’s attention and he immediately let you go.

You could barely understand what was happening as you looked from Harry to Evan. Harry spoke something short and abrupt to Evan who looked at you in confusion, “What’s going on, Y/n?”

You shook your head and dug your keys out from your purse, “It’s okay. I’ll call you. I had fun and uh…” you trailed off as you turned to unlock your door, looking over your shoulder at Harry.

“Yeah, but… Are we done right now–“

“She’s done right now. I’m sure she had fun but she told you she’d call you,” Harry put himself between Evan and you as you turned back toward both men.

“But… I mean… Who are you?” Evan looked at Harry and then at you as if seeking an explanation.

“A friend. And I need to talk to her right now,” he raised his brows and stepped toward Evan in an intimidating stance.

You placed your hand on Harry’s arm, “It’s fine. He’s just leaving. Go inside.” You gestured toward your now-opened door.

Harry hesitated before finally backing off and entering your apartment.

You frowned at Evan, “I’m sorry. I had a good time with you. I will call you, okay?” You reached up and gave him another hug quickly before backing away.

The poor guy nodded and looked past you into your apartment, where Harry stood only a few feet behind you possessively before backing away and giving you a weak wave.

You let out the breath you’d been holding and quickly shut the door behind you the moment you walked into your apartment.

Harry looked distraught. He began to pace as you put your purse down. It was nearly 10:30 pm. Quite early really. For a date especially.

“So you like him?” Harry stopped pacing and put his eyes on you.

You shrugged, “I… yeah I guess. Why are you here?”

Harry clenched his jaw and you watched his throat bob as he swallowed and he looked away from you again.

“I don’t know why I’m here. I wasn’t supposed to come here.”

You stepped in closer to him and tried to get him to look at you but his eyes were anywhere but on you, “Harry. Can we sit down and talk?”

He nodded and immediately walked toward your couch, plopping down with a heavy thud and leaned forward to put his face into his hands.

You sat next to him and kept your eyes on him. He was very obviously upset. You figured you knew why.

Putting your hand on his back you spoke softly, “I had fun with him. But it wasn’t what I wanted.”

You heard him sniff and felt the sharp inhale in his back where your hand was placed, “Are you okay, Harry?”

Harry scoffed and finally turned to look at you. His eyes were red. He appeared to have been crying, “I’m sorry, Y/n. I’m acting like a child. I don’t know what I’m doing. I swear I was just going to take a drive to get my mind off of you being out with someone else but then I wound up in your parking lot and I couldn’t make myself leave before I had the chance to see you. I’m sorry.”

You moved your hand from his back and placed it in your lap. You weren’t sure how to proceed. Or if you should try to soothe him at all. Part of you felt like he should be soothing you. You were happy he was apologetic but maybe he owed you more than just a couple of apologies.

You stood up from the couch and forced yourself to feel the anger and hurt you’d felt when he suggested you seeing someone else. Forced yourself to go back to that place in your mind.

“This is what you wanted. Isn’t it? How do you think I feel?” Now it was your turn to pace.

Harry watched you as your body language changed and your face was set in a frown.

“I fucked up. Everything. I’m an idiot is what I am, Y/n,” he stood up and you watched as he neared you in the room, standing a foot in front of you, “I can’t– I don’t want to lose you but I don’t know how to deal with you seeing anyone else. Letting anyone else touch you. Kiss you like that…”

You shook your head and laughed, “Then why did you suggest it?!”

Harry closed his eyes and brought his hands up into his hair, pulling at his roots, “I don’t fucking know. Because I wanted to be good to you. Because this relationship is… It’s damaged from the beginning. Because of what this is. I thought–“ he shook his head and lowered his hands, looking at you directly, “I don’t know. It was never supposed to be like this.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, “What was never supposed to be like this? What does that mean Harry?”

Harry sighed heavily and moved forward an inch, bringing himself closer to you and causing you to tilt your neck back to look up at him, “Me and you. I never intended to feel this way. I thought it would just be some fun. But you know that’s not what happened. This has turned into something–“ he shook his head, keeping his eyes on yours, “I lost control. I’m not in control, Y/n.”

You dropped your arms to your sides. You knew what he meant. Understood him completely. But you wanted to hear him say it, “I know.”

Harry gently took your fingers into his, only slotting his into yours, but not grasping at them, “You do?”

Nodding your head you spoke, “Yes. I do.”

His soft eyes were making you weak. He always made you weak. “Tell me what to do. I don’t even know anymore.”

You shook your head, “I don’t– how can I tell you what to do? I don’t even know, Harry.”

He sniffled and nodded, “I’m sorry. I can’t help it. I’m changed. Something in me has changed since you– and I never thought that anything like this would ever happen but I can’t stop it.”

You squeezed his fingers between yours and pulled at him gently, “You can’t stop what, Harry? Tell me. Please.”

He knew you must already be on to him. Knew how he felt for you. Because he knew you felt the same way. Could see it in your eyes and feel it the way you touched him. You showed him how you felt every time he was with you. But to say it? Well, that felt final. That would be it. There was no turning back and he never wanted you to feel like that. Like you couldn’t seek a real relationship with someone who deserved you. Because he certainly didn’t deserve you. And saying it? What would that mean? It wasn’t as if saying it would cause any more damage than there already was.

He pulled your hands up and pressed your palms to his chest, keeping his eyes on you, “I’ve fallen in love with you.”

Even though you knew that was what he was feeling, to hear him say felt different. It made you feel like there was no one else in the world, just like your fantasy of being on an island with him while everything else was burned to ash. Nothing else mattered. No one else could ever mean more to you than he did. And that was scary. Because love, even if real and pure and with good intent, doesn’t fix everything. Love won’t make him yours. Love won’t have him forsaking his family for you. Love can’t make your affair okay.

But to hear it. To know it. You allowed his words to melt over you. To cover you in warmth and comfort. The idea that this man could find space for you in his big heart.

“Harry,” you felt your silly tears begin to break from your eyes. Felt his warm hands pressing yours into his chest. “I love you too.”

You heard him inhale sharply as he let go of your hands and pulled your body flush to his. He was practically crushing you and squeezing the air from your lungs but you couldn’t care. You held onto him tightly as he rocked you back and forth. He nudged his nose against your ear and you felt his warm mouth kiss the spot on your neck just under your earlobe.

You felt delirious. Maybe it was all a dream. Perhaps you’d ended your date with Evan and this was you dreaming of the only thing your mind felt comforted by.

He brought his hands up to cup your face, “I’m going to do everything I can to make it worth it for you. For as long as you can tolerate me.”

You smiled through your tears and laughed, “Will you say it again? I wasn’t dreaming?”

Harry closed the space between you and his mouth covered yours with heat and affection. Soft but carnal with tongue and a moan into your mouth. You couldn’t find your bearings in his arms with his mouth against yours and his heart in your hands.

But then he pulled his mouth away and rested his forehead against yours, “Y/n, I love you so much.”

A/N: I know there’s no smut in this one but if you guys know anything about me, you know I love writing smut. I promise I’ll deliver the goods with the next update.

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i’d DIE for the hurt/comfort trope would you pleaseee feed us some yasmine and harry hurt comfort?? like it’s even easier than for other couples because poor yasmine is hurting 80% of the time 😭😭 if you don’t wanna do it for them because it’s too obvious save the idea for another couples night please!!!

Harry eyes Yasmine holding her fork with a death grip. Normally, he’d laugh about it and ask her what's wrong, but by the way she refuses to take her eyes off her food, he thinks it’s a little more serious than that. Best not to make a joke about her wanting to kill him.

So he puts his own utensils down and waits for her to say something herself. It takes some time, but when it happens, it happens very quickly. One second Yasmine’s cutting into the steak Harry’s prepared for her, and the next, her knife and fork are clattering on the plate and she’s pressing her hands into her eyes, her shoulders shaking. "Fuck!" she whispers.

Harry immediately stands and rounds the table to get to her. “Hey.” He sits beside her, cradling her head. “Yasmine. It’s okay. It’s okay.”

She cries softly as Harry pulls her into an embrace. Despite her moodiness and frustration, it’s rare to actually see her cry. And if she does end up crying it’s out of pain. That is something Harry can handle – it’s fixable. This? This is still new territory.

“It’s okay,” he whispers, kissing her hair. “Whatever it is. We’ll do something about it.”

When she finally starts mumbling what’s bothering her, it takes him a while to piece everything together. He understands that she’s upset at herself for canceling a dinner with her friends and that it��s not the first time. And because she’s done it so many times, she thinks her friend hates her. It’s also that friend’s birthday, which makes it all the worse.

He holds her tighter, bringing his chair so close, she’s practically in his lap. “It’s not your fault,” he murmurs, resting his cheek on her head. “Oh, Yasmine. You can’t control that.”

“It’s just that she always reschedules the dinner for a weekday. If she did it on a weekend, I’d have enough time to feel better between therapy and all, but first she chose a Wednesday.” Yasmine suddenly raises her head. Harry’s heart breaks at the sight of her red eyes. “Wednesday! I need Wednesday to relax! I already hate going to work Wednesday morning, you know?”

“Yes, baby, I know,” Harry murmurs. He runs the heels of his palms over her eyes. She sniffles. "Take a breath, please."

“And then she picked Tuesday. Which is when I go to therapy.”

“Yes.”

“And then last Friday but…” she trails off.

“You went out with me that night,” he recalls.

“And she probably thinks I hate her. And this is how I lost all my other friends. I never saw them. And all my excuses were so stupid and I didn’t want to tell them what was really happening because then people treat me differently and you know I hate when people do that.”

“I know.” He cups her face, tilting it upwards. He presses a few kisses to her cheek. “But, Yasmine, like I said, this isn’t something you can control.”

“I can control it if I take like 5 Advils before I go out.”

“Which I don’t want you to do.”

“I don’t want to either but now it’s been three weeks since her birthday and I haven’t seen her and I’ve only given her excuses, and–”

Harry shakes his head. “That’s okay. You come first.”

“It’s her birthday!” Yasmine argues, tears spilling down her face again. Harry never sees her like this. It’s so difficult to look at her face. “She comes first!”

“I understand it’s her birthday,” he soothes. “But I’m also sure she wouldn’t like it if you had to leave the dinner early because you weren’t feeling well. Wouldn’t it be worse that way?”

Yasmine’s brown eyes remain glossy and utterly devastated. Her eyelashes stick to each other. “If she reschedules, Harry, I don’t think she’ll invite me.”

“Then that’s completely on her.”

She doesn't say anything, letting Harry pull her back into his chest. She wraps her arms around him and cries softly into his shoulder, Harry’s hand rubbing her back gently.

“I hate it so much,” she says between breaths. “I hate this. I hate it all. I want to be normal and have friends again. I don't want to hurt anymore."

Harry’s jaw tightens and he closes his eyes, fearing they’ll begin to tear up as well. Her voice breaks, long hair unraveling from her usual bun, sticking to her face. He holds her tight as if he’s the glue keeping her together from breaking. She trembles in his arms, and Harry decides that he hates this feeling the most in the world. It’s as if he’s being torn apart from the inside, a brief twinge in his chest.

“Yasmine,” he whispers, pushing her hair off her face. “It won’t always be like this.” He forces himself to look down at her wet face. “Just this morning you were telling me about how much stronger you feel. How usually you get tired by 4, but recently you’ve been making it until 6. That’s progress.”

“I can’t wait for it to get better,” she says, a desperate whimper emerging from her throat. “It’s been years. I can’t take more years of this. Harry. Before you…before you it was so–” She balls her hands into fists. “I can’t do that again.”

“You can,” Harry says. He wipes her face again, his entire palm drenches with the residue. “And when you look back, you’ll see how brave you were. How strong. I tell you all the time, don’t I? You are the strongest woman I’ve ever met.” He gives her a small shake. “I can only dream of being half as strong as you.”

To his horror, Yasmine only cries harder, hiding her face again. He swears under his breath and holds her wrists, trying to see her face again.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to–! Fuck!” He pulls her back into a hug. “I’m the worst at this. I’m sorry!”

Yasmine only shakes her head, throwing her arms around his shoulders. “I love you,” she says into his neck. “And I hate you for that.”

“For what?” He clutches her so tight, she squeaks. “For loving you so bad? Unfortunately I can’t regret that. You’ll have to suffer for it, it seems.”

“For making me cry again!”

“I was trying to comfort you!”

“You did!” She sniffles, taking several deep breaths to calm herself down. Harry could stay here for days, just holding her – minus the crying of course. He could do the rest of his life without seeing a single tear shed by his baby. He wants her to laugh at him. He’ll happily take her brooding over this. He’ll even take her anger. Anything over this.

So to fix it, Harry does the only thing he knows that will make her stop crying. He dramatically clears his throat. “I have brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new–”

Yasmine groans, melting into his chest. “Please no.”

Their dinner has gone cold. Harry reaches for her plate, about to tell her that he’ll go reheat it for her.

Her phone on the table suddenly begins to ring. Slowly, she unwinds herself from around Harry and reaches for her phone. She returns back to him, crawling into his lap. He loves her weight on him.

“It’s her,” she whispers, panic in her eyes. “Should I pick up?”

“Yes.” Harry tucks her hair behind her ear. “Let’s hear her out.”

Yasmine nods several times, swallowing. “Yeah. Yeah. Okay.” She answers it, putting it on speaker. “Hi.”

Yasmine’s friend says, “Hi Yas! Good news. I was able to reschedule the dinner plans without being charged so how’s Friday for you? I thought before I made the new reservation that I should ask you.”

Yasmine glances up at Harry. “This Friday?”

“Yup!”

Harry smiles encouragingly and nods. He takes her hand and kisses her palm.

“Give me one second, I’m going to check my schedule.” She scrambles to put the phone on hold. Harry raises his eyebrows mid kiss.

“We made a plan to go out with your family on Friday,” Yasmine whispers, worrying her lower lip. “I can’t go to this dinner. I’d rather–”

“Baby,” Harry laughs softly, holding her chin. “Tell the bloody woman you’ll come.”

“But I promised you–”

“It doesn’t matter. I see you every day and I can’t take you away from your friends.” He runs his knuckles over her cheek. “Go on. It’s okay.”

“Will you be upset with me?”

“Not even in the slightest.”

“Will your parents?”

“No, baby, they’ll be fine.”

She swallows. Then nods. Takes a few breaths. “Hi,” she says when she unmutes the call, “that sounds great. I promise I’ll be there.”

“Great!” her friend chirps. “And hey. You can talk to me about anything, you know?”

Tears form in Yasmine’s eyes again. She pulls the phone away from her to sniffle. “Yeah.”

“I’m just assuming you’re going through something, and I want you to know that even if I can’t help you, I’ll always listen.”

Yasmine’s lower lip begins to wobble again. “Thank you.”

Harry leans in and kisses the corner of her mouth. She then softly says goodbye and ends the call. She shifts her head down and kisses Harry properly. His lips are warm, his kiss the sweetest it can be, and his arms are around her, making her the safest person in the world.

“Thank you,” she whispers against his mouth. The tears slide down her cheeks. “Thank you so much.”

Harry doesn’t have it in him to tell her off for thanking him. Instead, he lets the love he feels for her take over, and he brings her back for another kiss.

#one thing about harry is that he WILL be quoting star wars when yasmine is crying #harry styles fic #harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry and yasmine #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #harry styles hurt/comfort

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to you, lil' kookie

Jungkook felt his senior’s arms strongly around his crouched body, his grip tightening with each inhale of breath. Joon always used to speak to him softly, but today he was even more cautious.

“She is not coming back, Kookie. Okay? She won’t come back.”

Salty tears stained Joon’s shirt, but he didn’t mind. His younger brother was hurt in a way he had never been hurt before. Joon would turn back time if he could. He would go back long before Jungkook met you, long before you could break his heart. Unfortunately, though, he couldn’t.

Joon patted his head softly while whispering.

“You are going to be okay, Kookie. You are going to be okay.” Jungkook started sobbing harder, gasping for air as he cried out.

“How? How can I be okay if she doesn’t want me? Tell me how, hyung?”

In the weeks prior his friends tried everything to cheer him up.

Jin took him to a fancy salon to get him a fresh look but all he saw were his sad eyes.

Hobi flew him out to LA to go out dancing with actors and models, but he just stood in the corner watching, too sad to even move.

Jimin tried setting him up with other girls, one more beautiful than the other, but everyone he met reminded him of you.

Yoongi bought every brand of liquor available but even the bitterest taste couldn’t erase the sweetest memory of you.

Taehyung took him out to the peaceful forest to spend some time in solitude, but being alone with his thoughts was even worse.

And Joon? Joon just went straight in – “face your demons and conquer them“, he used to say.

Jungkook stared at the empty, emerald green journal which was gifted to him by his hyung. He scoffed, too annoyed to even try writing about his feelings. How was he even supposed to start? Joon once told him that if love got taken away from us, it’s the small child within us that suffers the most.

“You think you need the other person but what you really need is you.”

Jungkook had no idea where Joon took all his wisdom from. Was he right? Should he give this a try? He clasped his hands above his head, trying to think straight.

“It’s not like there is something else I want to do anyway”, he mustered to himself.

Jungkook opened the black journal and stumbled upon the first page. Joon had left him a little note: “To you, little Kookie.” He smiled wholeheartedly, touched by his friend’s affection for him.

Jungkook scratched the back of his head, unsure how to even begin writing to his younger self. “Don’t overthink it. Just let it flow. This is a safe space for you, Kookie. It needs to be.”

He grabbed a pencil and started writing.

Dear little Kookie,

He scratched what he wrote and shook his head in resistance.

“God, I sound so stupid. Why am I doing this?” He thought back to his conversation with Joon.

“Picture yourself as a little kid if you find it hard to write to yourself. It’s not like you’re writing to a stranger. You are talking to yourself.”

Dear little Kookie,

Not gonna lie – I feel stupid doing this right now. But if we’re being brutally honest right now, I have felt stupid for quite some time now. It didn’t work out with y/n and I feel devastated. I really wanted her. I really wanted her to want me. But I guess I wasn’t her type after all.

So, she broke my heart, blocked my number and left me like I didn’t matter. My friends tried everything to make me feel better, but they failed. Hyung made me write to you, so I guess this is my last hope. I don’t even know what to say though?

Are you as sad as me?

Jungkook stared at the last sentence, hoping for some kind of interaction. He laughed at himself after realizing what he was doing.

“Who am I, Harry Potter?” He chewed on his pencil for a while before continuing writing.

You are as sad as me, huh? Guess we both feel like shit. I tried everything to run away from feeling like that. Didn’t work.

Is this forever? Can we change? Can we heal? Hyung told me about relationships, you know. He is very smart but sometimes he says things that go way over my head. He said that the most important relationship I have is with you, little Kookie. With me, I suppose.

And I neglected you for a while, didn’t I?

Jungkook interrupted his writings to get himself a drink. Facing his pain was harder than he thought. Yoongi’s brown liquor burned in his throat, but he gladly welcomed another kind of pain for once.

I am sorry, little Kookie. I am sorry that you and I have to go through this. And I’m also sorry that we had to face so much pain in the past, too. Dating is hard, don’t you think?

Loving is even harder. I am sorry for all the trouble I put you through. I never really tended to your wounds, did I? Instead, I waited for someone external to mend them for us. Sorry I neglected you all these years.

He took a deep breath before thinking about you.

Little Kookie, I am sorry for how it went down with y/n. I am sorry that I did everything imaginable to convince her I was worthy of her love while you were dying inside from heartbreak. I tried to give her everything until nothing was left of me.

I am sorry I didn’t notice you. I wasn’t there, I was too occupied with her. Y/N neglected me whilst I neglected you. I should have been here with you. I should have held your hand and reassured you. I am sorry I made you question yourself. I should have let her go and focus on you and me. I should have told you how amazing you are. How great you are. And that you are worthy of love, that you deserve to be loved. If she can’t see that, then it’s her loss.

But I didn’t. I was mean to you – and me. I lay there crying every night, wondering why I wasn’t good enough for her. I tortured myself thinking that she would find someone better than me anyway. And then she did.

I should have chosen you, but I chose her instead. And that backfired.

Jungkook sat silently crying in front of his journal. Joon was right – it felt good to get this off his chest, even if the pain was bittersweet.

“You can go on and paint her as the villain or you could use your energy on you, Kookie. Don’t you think you’re finally worth your own attention for once?”

Jungkook let his head fall back in exhaustion, thinking of all the ways he had mistreated himself. He thought back to all those moments in which he behaved like a person without a backbone, or self respect. Like a wolf starved of love he would have taken anything from you, too weak to even realize how poisonous you were.“

“I used to ask her why she didn’t want me. Why didn’t she love me? Why did she only use me? Was that all I was good for? Is this all I’m ever going to be?”

He gulped harder, holding back tears.

“All this time I felt like worthless shit. And so did little Kookie. I tried so hard for her to love me so I could finally feel whole again. I can only imagine how little Kookie must have felt.”

Shame accompanied by disgust clouded his body.

“I have made a complete fool out of myself by begging her to love me. How pathetic is that? I chased someone who didn’t want me. For months I let her play me like a fiddle. Why did I do that? Why did I do that to us?”

Soon, his feelings of self-attack merged into something greater – a hunger for healing.

Little Kookie, I don’t know what the future will hold for us, but I promise you I will be better. And I will make you proud. I won’t rely on someone else to make us feel whole again.

Or loved. I can love you for the both of us. I have no idea how I’m going to do this but I’m sure hyung will help me. Can you forgive me?

He hugged himself tightly, squeezing his arms in response to the sadness he was feeling.

“Hyung was right. Even if it takes time, I will be alright again. Me and little Kookie will be alright this time. We have to be.”

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draco/harry G, 1,322 featuring author Draco Malfoy, his unemployed husband, and an interviewer who seems a little too fixated on their gay little life. but that's just the way of fanfiction baby

BY GEORGIE HARKINS

NOVEMBER 17, 2023

“Draco, one of your admirers is here,” was the first thing I heard upon arriving at Draco Black’s modest country home. After being greeted by a luscious, wild front garden and a rather cantankerous tabby, I was met at the door by Black’s husband, who identified me quite correctly.

To say it was a surprise to receive the invite for an informal interview would be an understatement. Black, while well-known and heavily awarded, has never been seen in public, and has asked that I keep my descriptions of him, his family, and his home to a minimum. Though, I will do my best, despite the restrictions, to paint of picture of the man behind some of the most inventive and mature fantasy novels the literature world has seen in quite some time.

A story of the heir to a great name and fortune, caught up in a war steeped in the supremacy of magical people over their non-magical counterparts. The early books paint a picture of childlike wonder, excitement, and naivety, with the threat of what is to come in the later books just around the corner. A devastating struggle between dark and light, with our anti-hero caught up in the shadows, unsure of whether to escape and lose all he holds dear, or stay and sink deeper into the mire. The tale has earned him critical acclaim and household recognition, but, admirably, he’s maintained his privacy, and let his work speak for itself.

The inside of his home–bright, airy, full of greenery–is in sharp contrast to the usually bleak settings of his novels. Decay, both social and physical, has been a key theme across his series of fantasy novels: The Poisoned Heir. Despite this, he surrounds himself with life. We sat down at the kitchen table, where I asked him about this.

“I feel… to write about the breaking down of all we hold dear, we must first appreciate what we have,” Black said, cradling a clay mug of Assam, his preferred brew, “I’ve loved, lost, and rebuilt. We all have. But, to write it on such a grand scale can send me into a sort of… spiral. So, I try to find joy and life in anything I can outside of my work.”

One thing I noticed about Black was the way he seemed to take his time while speaking. I watched him grasp for words from the surrounding air, and told him so.

He laughed, “When I was a boy, I had a quick, sharp tongue. It hasn’t dulled with age, but it’s definitely slowed, and that’s a good thing.”

“A very good thing!” came the voice of his husband from the adjoining living room.

“I’m conducting an interview!” Black called back.

“I’m conducting an interview! ” came the voice again.

“Excuse him.”

“No, no. It’s lovely,” I said, “How long have you two been married?”

His husband is an “unemployed layabout”, in Black’s terms, not mine, whom he met during his days in secondary school. Though they didn’t reconnect until much later in life. He showed me pictures of them together, young and rowdy, casting uneasy glances at each other among friends. Walking down the hallway crowded with photos, I followed their life. From unsure crooked smiles to comfortable family candids, Black claims their love story is one for the ages.

“Twenty years, now. Two children, all grown up.”

“That’s impressive.”

“Isn’t it?” Black replied, looking down into the remains of his tea, pensive, “You know, it was Harry who convinced me to finally publish my novels. I’d thought about it for years, had them all written out.”

“All seven?”

“All seven, just sitting in a drawer!”

“If you hadn’t originally planned on publishing them, then what was the purpose?” I asked.

Seven novels chronicling the tense political schism in a society of magic users, the journey from innocence to awakening, a war to end all wars– sat in a drawer collecting dust. Except, Black said, his children did hear the same story growing up. Though, less polished. I was reminded of a photo I saw in that hallway, of a little blonde girl resting on a younger Black’s knee, reading from what looked to be some sort of parchment.

“It was therapeutic. A… retelling of my entire life in a way that seemed just as all-encompassing as it felt when it was happening. I was raised to have an incredibly skewed moral compass, and as time went on I began to heal, and reframe, but there was always this need to let it out. All of it, every last bit, so I could see it laid out before me.”

“So, you wrote.”

Black nodded, “I wrote. Only then could I truly understand myself and the world around me.”

“Based on what you’ve said, is it correct to assume that the main character is based on yourself?”

“In a sense. I think my biggest fear during the publishing process was that people would not sympathize with Lucien… that they would see his redemption as undeserved, a feeling I’ve carried my whole life.”

Lucien, the anti-hero of the series, received mixed reviews in the press. His many crimes were never glossed over in the books, as the character struggled internally throughout– sometimes excusing himself, other times devolving into self-loathing and punishment. Some critics claimed that the character was too far gone to receive a happy ending, while others lauded Black for his ability to write such a morally dubious character in a way that could be seen as relatable or understandable by the end.

“Did you get the reaction you were hoping for?”

“To this day, I’m still not quite sure. In the end, though, I realized that I didn’t need people to understand or sympathize with him, I just needed them to see him.”

“Well, he’s been seen by over fifty million readers. How does that make you feel?”

“Rather exposed, wouldn’t you think?”

“I would,” I agreed, “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to pivot a bit here, into something that may be a bit more personal.”

“Please.”

“You received criticism after the fourth instalment, in which Lucien realizes that he is gay, from both sides of the political spectrum. Some on the right were disappointed in his being gay at all, while the left felt that you were painting queer people in a poor light in an already intense political landscape. What would your response be to these critics?”

Black leaned back in his chair, comically stroking his chin, “I think I’d say… that I don’t fucking care what they think.”

“That’s quite blunt.”

“I’ve never been one for cutting verbal corners. More fictional queer people should be horrible and evil, until they equal the numbers of their real-world, heterosexual counterparts.”

“Well said.”

“Do you have anything else you’d like to ask me? I’m afraid my daughter will be arriving for lunch in just a few minutes.”

I thought about this for a few moments. Did I want to ask him about his current writing process? If we should be expecting a new work anytime soon? Ultimately, I decided on a question I felt would cater to him, as he’d given me this unique opportunity in the first place.

“Is there any specific character based on your husband in the books?”

A laugh resounded from the living room, and Black’s mouth turned up in a shy smile.

“Why, his school rival, of course,” Black replied.

“The one who Lucien beat to a pulp on the Quitchball field?” I replied, admittedly flabbergasted.

“Quite so.”

Harry joined us then in the kitchen, ruffling Black’s hair a bit before picking up the mugs we’d been drinking from, “I’ll have you know, Georgie, that I was the one who did most of the beating. You can go and tell that to the press.”

“Oh, I will,” I promised, and now I have.

if you'd like to say some kind things, or make unintelligible sounds, feel free to check this out over on ao3!

#draco x harry #drarry #drarry fic #drarry shortfic

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I have incredibly mixed feelings on how much I enjoy the way the show writes Percy and his perception of the world.

Because episode 3 and the way they handled Medusa proved that it's all lip-service and there won't be an actual change. And that is going to be devastating.

Percy's perception of the gods and of what is going on, his anger - and the way he articulates that anger - feel so real, so refreshing and so reasonable.

This show perfectly sets up a better version of Percy Jackson. One where Percy actually rebels against the gods. Every single thing he says makes him sound like the future leader of the Demigod Rebellion. But they wouldn't stray this damn far from canon, so we get to hear Percy say all these things... just to end up defending the status quo, and that's going to feel even more unrewarding than it did in the books now.

Because the thing is, and I've had this thought on my mind for a couple of days when I came across a post comparing Percy Jackson and Harry Potter in a "JKR sucks and there are so many more superior children's book series out there" manner - which, in itself, is very true, and I do think PJO is a good book series and there are many things about it that I love. However, inexplicably, the OP of that post managed to pick the one angle in which PJO and HP are the exact same thing actually, but they still claimed PJO did something that HP didn't. That Harry fell back and defended a shitty system while Percy rebelled.

Percy Jackson in the books did not in fact rebel. He fell in line and he spent the entire damn series defending the shitty system. In-universe, the author explains this away with Percy's fatal flaw and him defending his friends and 'not the gods'. But that doesn't change that he ends up defending the gods and working on keeping them in power.

And the sequel series serves as a proof of that point. Because absolutely nothing changed. The children are still cannon fodder in the war of the gods. And still, the children fight for the gods, die for the gods.

Someone, some people in this fandom really deluded themselves into thinking of Percy Jackson as a great rebel against the gods, just because he... snarks at them and sasses them. But in the greater scheme of things, he always does what the gods want, he always saves their asses, he does not rebel or rise against them, he does not break down an oppressive system.

If this series were about actually rebelling against the oppressive force and breaking the broken system, then Percy Jackson would be part of the rebel army. Then he would be fighting against the gods.

But even the notion of "actually, these children who are rising against the gods who used and abused and neglected them all their lives might... have a... point" is stomped down with the fact that no actually Luke was influenced and corrupted by Kronos' force!!

In the version of Percy Jackson where it's about rebellion, Luke would not have been influenced by Kronos, because damn his mother's insanity caused by his father, his own homelessness, Thalia's death, the scarring he received during an entirely unnecessary quest in the name of his father, and literally every single demigod he has seen suffer and die because of the whims of the gods would have been motivation enough to start a rebel army against the gods.

And in that version about rebellion, Percy's friendship with Luke, and Annabeth's friendship with Luke, and Grover's ties to Luke from having been his satyr partner too, paired with all of the personal suffering endured by them all, would have lead to the Golden Trio joining that rebellion.

And we would have seen demigods rise up against the gods and, as in Greek mythology where the titans rose and took over from Uranus and Gaia and then the gods rose and took over from the titans, the next generation would have come into power, and actually changed the system.

But none of that happened. What happens is that children die, so the gods can stay in power because ~Kronos~ is actually behind the rebellion and hey, now the gods have to claim their kids and we will build more cabins and that's totally change, right? ...Right?

No. Because the kids are still cannon fodder. And the gods still don't give a damn about them, as proven by Hera just memory-wiping the greatest heroes and playing with them like dolls in the sequel, where the gods don't even have the basic respect for the heroes to... simply sit them down and tell them what the hell is going on.

And! That's not even necessarily a criticism of the books! Plenty of books are about keeping the status quo, especially children's books, especially books written by middle-aged white men. A broad variety of stories have a right to exist. This is a criticism of people who look at the books and pretend that they are about something they are not.

And this is a statement of personal disappointment in how much the show is setting up a potential to be something more, while I know very well it will never deliver on that.

The show is giving Percy so many good lines about what is wrong about this system, about the way the world works, is giving him so many doubts about it.

Just like it gave him doubts about monsters. And then it allowed Medusa her speech about being a victim. but never mind, she still asked something bad of Percy, so it's okay to behead her, because at the very core of this series... it's still about keeping the status quo.

The gods are in charge. The monsters get killed.

#PJOTV #PJOTV Spoilers #PJOverse #Riordan Critical #I wouldn't even say that but. just to be safe #I know some people can't handle ANY form of... criticism #or. ya know. thinking about the story beyond the surface level

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Bad Ideas (Part 14)

Regulus Black au

Summary: It started as nothing now it’s something. Voldemort has been defeated but that doesn’t mean the wizarding world is still a good place to be.

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating : M

Link to Part 13

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The following hours were some of the longest of your life. While Regulus slept you let your mind wander to the upcoming dark days that the two of you would face. You dreaded telling Regulus that he would soon become a werewolf. Seeing the shock and sheer devastation in his eyes was enough to make you want to cry. Typically you weren’t a crier. You were more of a “hell hath no fury like Y/n Black” type. Today, however, that wasn’t the case.

“Has he woken up at all?”

You looked up from your place at Regulus’ side as Sirius stepped into the room.

“No, not yet.”

Sirius took a breath before sitting down in the chair on Regulus’ other side. He hated seeing his younger brother so banged up as much as hated that expression on your face. Seeing you look completely devastated made Sirius want to walk right up to Greyback and punch the bastard square in the face.

“Have you thought how we are going to break this to him?”

You shook your head. Every time that you tried to think of a plan for what you would say it never seemed good enough.

“No…not a clue. I don’t know how to tell Regulus everything he knows about himself is changing.”

Sirius didn’t respond for a moment.

“Yeah, how do you say it in a way that isn’t going to devastate him? Nothing about this conversation is going to be easy. Maybe with the medicine he’s on it will make the initial shock just a little easier.”

You stroked your finger over Regulus’ wedding band.

“He will either be a little loopy or choose violence. Time will have to tell on that one.”

Sirius winced as he turned to look at you again. He wanted to give you some kind of wisdom. Sirius wanted nothing more than to tell you that the two of you would find a way to deal with this. After all, he had been through this with Remus. He went through Remus’ personal hell every month but for some reason, he couldn’t get the words out.

“ How are you holding up? “

You looked back up to your godfather before shrugging.

“I don’t know. I keep telling myself that logically we can deal with this. I can the potion for Regulus as I do with Remus. Regulus will simply have to find his new normal…then my heart kicks in and says other things. Look at him… he’s never going to accept this. You know your brother as well as I do. “

Sirius looked thoughtful for a moment.

“Yes, I do but I also know you. I know you are going to be that one constant in his life that he never had before. When the two of you became a couple I was a little hesitant about it…”

“You chased us through the train station . .. “

Sirius held a hand up with a frown.

“Interrupting me when I’m trying to be inspirational is rude. Like I was saying, I had my hesitations but now I don’t. The two of you bring out the best in each other. You make my brother tolerable. Granted, he is still a little shit when you are gone but he is tolerable. I like seeing you happy too. Seeing a Y/n happy face is always a nice thing to see.”

Sirius was relieved when you smiled for a moment before frowning.

“I wish James would see it that way.”

Sirius sighed before making a mental note to give James a good talking-to later.

“He’ll come around. You know all of this has to be a lot for him and Lily. The last thing they remembered was they had one-year-old twins. Now both Harry and yourself are grown-ups with lives of your own. I’m going to ask you to cut them a little slack. That, however, doesn’t mean that your feelings aren’t valid.”

A knock on the door stopped the conversation. When Harry stepped into the room, he gave you a nervous smile.

“Y/n, can you come here for just a moment?”

Sirius gave you a gentle smile.

“Go ahead. I’ll stay here with Regulus.”

You got up to follow your brother into the hallway. When you stepped into the hallway, you smiled seeing Ron and Hermione in the waiting room. Both quickly walked over and wrapped their arms around you.

“We came as soon we heard.”

Ron commented as he moved aside to let Hermione hug you more. You wrapped your arms around Hermione enjoying every moment of that hug.

“Is he alright?”

Hermione asked in a gentle tone. You shook your head.

“He’s going to be a werewolf. There is no skipping around that.”

Ron ran a hand through his hair before muttering “bloody hell” under his breath.

“Was it Greyback?”

He questioned. You nodded.

“Yeah, apparently he got away after all. I know that we were hoping that he was dead but it doesn't look like that happened.”

Hermione gently tucked a strand of your hair behind your ears.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n but you have us. We’ll help you however we can.”

Ron nodded.

“We certainly will. Regulus will be back to insulting us and throwing stuff at our feet before we know it.”

Ron was relieved when you smiled for a brief moment.

“I need to be selfish for a moment…I have to tell him though. He’s been asleep since it happened. Bloody hell, I have to tell my husband that his life…everything that he knows has changed. I have to watch him go through the hell that Remus goes through every month. I have to sit back while he suffers and I can’t do a damned thing about it.”

Harry gently squeezed your hand as Hermione placed a hand on either side of your face.

“No, you can’t do anything about it medically but you can be there for him in every other sense. He is going to need you more than ever, Y/n. You are strong. I know that you can do this. Like, Ron said, you have us. The four of us have been through so much over the years. We can handle a furry little problem too.”

If there was one thing that Hermione could do best that was calming you down. She always knew what to say to bring you some peace.

“I need the three of you more than ever.”

You said, hoping to hold the tears back.

“We aren’t going anywhere.”

Harry said as Regulus yelling made the three of you jump

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?!”

You groaned before putting a hand on your face.

“He chose violence.”

You commented before quickly walking back into the hospital room.

When you stepped into the room, Regulus was sitting straight up in the bed with a horrified expression on his face. Sirius was standing up holding his hands up trying to quiet his younger brother in vain.

Regulus’ attention turned to you. Your heart instantly broke seeing the petrified look. His normally dreamy gray eyes were filled with sheer horror.

“Y/n, tell me that he is joking.”

When you didn’t reply, Regulus’ mouth dropped further.

“Y/n!”

You moved to sit down beside Regulus. Silently, you hoped that your presence would calm him down. Now it was time to destroy the life of the man that you loved more than anyone else in the world.

“Y/n, say something to me.”

Regulus ordered. You took a deep breath.

“Regulus…you were bitten by Fenrir Greyback. I’m sorry, darling, but there’s…”

“Don’t say nothing that you can do. I can’t turn into…one of those monsters.”

You breathed in, trying to calm yourself.

“I’m sorry but you are. Regulus, everything will be alright. I know that it doesn’t seem that way now but there are…”

Regulus shook his head. This was worse than being drowned by inferi and drinking that damned torture potion combined. Now he was forever weakened.

“Reg, Remus goes through this every month. He can help…”

Sirius started but stopped when Regulus gave him the biggest got to hell look.

“Yeah, but I’m not Remus Lupin! I don’t have the level of grace that man does.”

Regulus grumbled. You stood and began to gently run your fingers through his hair. Normally this would turn Regulus into putty. He was surprised that he was feeling somewhat better.

“Are you going to leave me now?”

He asked, turning his attention back to you. You nearly fell back in your chair as your mouth dropped.

“Regulus Black, that is the dumbest question that I have ever heard come out of your mouth! I would never leave you over something like this. When I put that ring on your finger I meant the vows that I said.”

Regulus nodded but didn’t respond. He had partially lost the will to say anything else. He sat trying to process the news that his life, as he knew it, was over. He glanced over at you sadly. The fact that you hadn’t left him spoke volumes of your loyalty to him.

He couldn’t help but wonder if, in time, you would change your mind and leave. If the truth of his condition came out, Regulus knew that your reputation would be ruined. You had worked so hard to become a healer. It would be a scandal if it got out that you were married to a werewolf.

“This is Y/n. She won’t care what anyone has to say…hopefully. I can’t be without her.”

Regulus thought miserably. Since he had gotten with you so much of his outlook on things had changed. No longer was he this independent being that didn’t need another individual in his life. You had shown him how wonderful it was to be truly loved and accepted. Regulus DID NOT want to go back to the lonely life that he lived before you.

“Sweetheart, can you get me some water?”

Regulus asked. You nodded before leaning down and kissing his cheek.

Regulus waited until you were out of the room to speak to his brother.

“How long do I have, Sirius?”

Sirius looked down at his feet before finally meeting his younger brother’s gaze.

“The next full moon. Regulus, I know this is nothing that you asked for and nothing that you want but you have support. I’m not going anywhere nor is Y/n or Remus. You have people in your corner.”

Regulus sighed. As much he enjoyed giving his brother hell, Regulus was thankful to have Sirius in his corner again. It was nice having a relationship with his brother that he thought was gone forever.

“I’m sorry for screaming at you.”

Sirius chuckled.

“That was very Regulus Black of you.”

Regulus hoped that you would take some time getting that water.

“Should I divorce her?”

Sirius’ mouth dropped at the question that left his brother’s mouth.

“What? Why would you ask something like that?”

Regulus leaned back into the pillow. His whole body ached like never before. It felt as if all of his muscles were on fire while being twisted. Regulus knew that it was the venom changing every cell in his being.

“Because, Sirius, it's unfair to her! Y/n has worked too hard to get where she is to have her reputation tarnished by having a werewolf for a husband. You know how people look down on werewolves? Do you think it's fair to put a young woman through that? I may look the same age as Y/n but right now I feel our actual age difference.”

Sirius sat down on the bed before looking over his shoulder to make sure that you weren’t nearby.

“Regulus, I want you to listen to me. Do not and I mean do not even say anything like that to Y/n. She loves you! I have never seen her care for someone like she does you. If you leave her, she will be devastated. Please, Y/n has been through too damn much to have something like this happen to her. I’m begging you to not even consider the D-word.”

Regulus looked up as you walked back into the room.

“Here, love.”

You said before handing Regulus the cup of water. Sitting back down, you started stroking Regulus’ hair again. You didn’t notice the panicked expression on Sirius’ face as he stood up.

“I’m going to go call Remus. He’s probably wondering where I’m at.”

“See you soon.”

You replied, focusing all of your attention on Regulus. Sirius walked to the door but turned back to meet his brother’s gaze before mouthing,

“Please don’t.”

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Ok based on your post, do you have an “oh. Oh.” rec list???? Absolutely love that trope (if it counts as a trope hahahah)

Hello anon! Gosh, I wish my memory was good enough to remember fics that actually include the italicized oh 🤌🏼 the best I can do is rec fics with feels epiphany/moment of realization, I hope that’s ok? I’m probably forgetting a bunch but these came to mind:

Still Life, orphaned (M, 3k)

Hourglass Heart by @bixgirl1 (E, 5k)

It only happened once — depending on how Harry counted.

Closer by @pennygalleon (M, 5k)

All who know them are convinced that Harry and Draco are a couple. But that's just ridiculous.

the keys to your kingdom by thistle_verse (E, 7.5k)

It was nothing so elegant as fucking, the first time they came together. It was teeth just a little too sharp— against a collarbone, on the right-side curve of a jaw, drawing blood from the plushest part of a bottom lip.

Clear As Mud by scoradh (M, 10k)

Set post-war and post-Harry's-conscience...

Take the Moon by @tackytigerfic (M, 15k)

Harry Potter has always wanted a family of his own, and when a deadly blood curse forces him into a marriage bond with his best friend Draco Malfoy, it looks like he might just have found one.

Five Weddings and a Potions Accident by lauren3210 (E, 19k) - this one actually has the oh!!!

In which Harry thinks he’s a playboy, everyone else knows better, and Hermione will kill Seamus if Ron tries to collect on that bet.

Around You Moves by ignatiustrout (M, 29k)

Harry knew Draco was gay when he invited him to move in. He’s never had a problem with this. So why does he feel so weird about Draco bringing men home all of a sudden?

Friends? Is That What We Are? by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (E, 33k)

What the hell is Harry even supposed to do when he finally realises that he loves Draco? He's an idiot and it takes him a while but he gets there. They get there.

Clouds That Veil the Midnight Moon by @drarrytrash (E, 36k)

According to Harry’s personal narrative regarding the incident, he’d hooked up with Draco Malfoy for purely self-destructive reasons, or out of convenience, or by some unlucky accident. Looking at him, sprawled in the moonlight, Harry is devastated to recall that he’d hooked up with Draco Malfoy because he’s hot.

Follow the Water by @xanthippe74 (T, 38k)

Harry Potter’s life is fine. Maybe a little dull and predictable, but he shouldn’t complain about that, right? When he unexpectedly finds himself at Luna’s house one afternoon, Harry gets invited to join the secret wonderland that she’s creating with a surprising group of friends.

Here's The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout (M, 49k)

Harry thinks "Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?" is a much simpler question than, "Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don't, what will you do?"

Modern Love by @tackytigerfic (E, 61k)

Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely there’s something more—something better—than a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is.

We Are Young (I'll Carry You Home Tonight) by Femme (E, 68k)

Harry and Draco have been falling into bed on and off again since the last election five years ago, much to the amusement--and financial gain--of their circle of friends.

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them by nerakrose (T, 96k)

Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry.

Grounds for Divorce by Tepre (E, 122k)

Malfoy finds a coin. Harry finds a letter.

What We Pretend We Can't See by gyzym (M, 131k)

Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.

By the Grace by lettered (T, 140k)

Harry is an Auror instructor. Malfoy wants to be an Auror.

#asks #anon #drarry reclist #italicized oh #feelings realization

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Golden

Golden and Fine Line are the bookends of the album and written first. Golden is so joyous, but also asking his muse to let him in, in Fine Line they cross the friendship line and the album ends on an uncertain note but 'we'll be alright'.

I have watched this video more than I'll ever admit, I love it so much. This section where he's running as hard as he can to catch up to her:

This is similar to this part of As it was, it tells of their break ups, hook ups, careers happen and he loses her, stops trying to catch up and runs alone, devastated (before he lets go of the past and dances off):

The film clip was in September 2020, 2 years after writing the song.

Writing

To Rolling Stone:

That places it around September 2018, after he broke up with Camille and the events of Fine Line(/Cruel Summer.)

To Zane Lowe, Harry said he started with an idea for the album but not the release date in mind. Harry talked about having a plan for future albums but he took Tyler's advice to make Fine Line the record he wanted to make now as opposed to what was planned. This is interesting because:

October 2012 - While they were dating, the Red Liner notes foreshadow a future album that included 'love shines golden'

August 2019 - Lover is released on the 13th year of her career, before her 30th birthday, ending on "Love is Golden like Daylight"

13 December 2019 - on Taylors 30th Birthday Fine Line is released, opening with 'You're so Golden, take me back to the light'.

Lyrics

[Intro] Hey! [Verse 1] Golden, golden, golden as I open my eyes Hold it, focus, hoping, take me back to the light I know you were way too bright for me I'm hopeless, broken, so you wait for me in the sky Brown my skin just right You're so golden

In the first verse is depicted in the film clip, working as hard as he can to win back this person with his own success and love for them. He often describes his muse as in the sky (here), chasing clouds (Story of my Life, Late night talking MV) and "I'm on the roof, you're in your airplane seat" in Daylight, also that MV has him climbs down a ladder in the sky.

[Verse 2] I don't wanna be alone I don't wanna be alone when it ends Don't wanna let you know I don't wanna be alone But I can feel it take a hold (I can feel it take a hold) I can feel you take control (I can feel you take control) Of who I am, and all I've ever known Lovin' you's the antidote Golden

The second verse is moving from desiring the muse to being vulnerable, As it was is more direct on this saying that "In this world, it's just us / You know it's not the same as it was" which means this muse is the only person for him. To me, that person is Taylor and there is an overtone of being isolated by fame here and finding someone who feels like home in an unmanageable life.

Thank you @womanexile for highlighting Anitdote which Harry refers to in:

Every since New York: " Choose your words 'cause there's no antidote / For this curse. Oh, what's it waiting for?"

Daylight: "You got the antidote / I'll take one to go, go, please"

And in One Directions End of the Day also likened being apart as an illness " You're the one that I want at the end of the day / She said the night was over, I said it's forever/ 20 minutes later, wound up in the hospital / The priest thinks it's the devil, my mum thinks it's the flu / But, girl, it's only you"

[Chorus] You're so golden I don't wanna be alone You're so golden You're so golden I'm out of my head, and I know that you're scared Because hearts get broken [Bridge] (Golden, golden, golden, golden)x7 I know that you're scared because I'm so open

I think Fine Line overall, and Harry's House to a greater degree show maturing. When talking to Zane about Cherry Harry said: "In the moment I felt like I was realizing some stuff about being more open and not being, like 'I don't care'".

I think, where the 1D songs are about young love and the debut songs are like an open wound - it is not until Fine Line he started to look with some distance on what was lost.

#haylor #fine line album

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SLOPPY KISSES: YOUNG SIRIUS BLACK X FEM! READER

Summary: You get back home from work and you don’t hear or see Sirius in your home.

It has been a long, long day for you. You have just gotten off a terribly tiring and risky errand at work, fighting off an ambush of death eaters. You had to try and capture all of them, but sadly you didn't, resulting into your mood being off this evening. Anger and sadness mixed inside of you, guilt trapped inside the heart you hold. The urge to cry getting higher every time you think about it.

You walked up to the doorstep with a slouched back and a frown of disappointment, still thinking back to the moment that occurred a few hours ago. While sighing, you pulled out the wand from your pocket, pointing it at the door a second after. You then muttered a few spells to enter.

Yes, you could've just used a key or simply used the spell Alohomora, but it was for protection. Especially now that the Dark Lord has returned with all his followers and creatures.

After finishing, you placed your terribly wounded hand on the icy doorknob and winced, pain flowing through the area, then twisting the door at a slow pace.

You pushed the door open carefully and took a little peek at first, being cautious of your surroundings. Then, you opened it wider, a bit quicker now and entered. You immediately shut the door behind you and secured your doors with a few spells, ending up in a sigh of relief. Grateful that you weren't caught or shot a spell by the death eaters.

Quickly, you took off your coat, wiped the excess blood dripping from your wound on it and hooked it on the coat rack. After, you took your shoes out, and this time placed it on the shoe rack along with a few other misplaced pairs of yours and Sirius'.

Before you could do another thing, you remembered Sirius. The dog all alone in the house, always worrying about Lily, James and Harry, and a person with quite stupidity. You knew he could defend himself, but at times he isn't alert. That worried you.

You were scolding yourself in your head as you made your way to yours and Sirius' bedroom. You were running as quick as possible, constantly bumping to what felt like hundreds of objects, especially sharp ones.

Upon arriving at the front of the bedroom door, you immediately knocked. Pounding hard and loud that the wood can be damaged if you keep doing this for at least a minute or two.

"Padfoot! Are you in there!?" You shouted, terror lacing the tone of your raspy, yet loud, voice. But you didn't get an answer, which put your negative emotions near to its breaking point.

"Sirius! Sirius Black please answer me!" You begged with an even louder and stable voice, pounding harder on the door. When you didn't get a response once more, you immediately took your wand out. Your hand trembling as you point the wand at the doorknob.

"Alohomora." You casted below a whisper, the unlocking of the door heard through the deafening silence. Immediately, you bust the door open and pointed your wand at nowhere. You were simply devastated. Joyful that there was no intruder, but distressed that there is no Sirius Black.

You felt like crying. You were feeling that it was your fault, your fault that you lost him. He could've went to the hiding place of Lily and James, but he knew the chances of doing so are astronomical. He would need to be careful if he did so because death eaters are planted all around London. You even told him to at least not go today as it was too risky.

You planned on doing so too, but you had an immediate letter from the ministry just this morning. With that, you had to go, whether you liked it or not. And you really didn't. You wanted to spend time with Sirius after such a long, long time. But since you did, you started blaming yourself for the missing dog.

You sank down onto the wooden floor, tears filling your eyes. Even though there was no one looking, you tried your best to not make them fall. Your heart was heavy, filled with guilt, distress, disappointment and fury. Your breathing hitched as well. You tried to breathe as it became deeper and harder to do so.

But before the situation got any worse, you heard a noise. Not the sound of the door creaking closed, a shatter of the window or the sound of thunder. It was actually a sound you were relieved to hear. A bark.

Though a simple bark changed your feeling. You knew it wasn't just any bark. It was the bark of a troublesome dog.

With that you turned your head to the sound. Immediately after doing so, you were attacked by a running dog and his licks and kisses. You were pinned to the ground and you started laughing. Though you still felt devastated from just a few seconds ago, you felt happy once more.

"Sir- Sirius that's... that's enough-" You tried to hold back your laughter as you continued to be attacked, trying to fully process all of the words coming out of your mouth. But after a while, he stopped and turned back to his normal self.

"Home already, darling?" He asked with a chuckle, still towering over you in his loose black robes which exposed his chest. You made eye contact with him and you chuckled, enjoying the sight of your fiancé just on top of you. You knew he could've been doing something else on top of you, which you thought was better, really, but you were enjoying this. This made butterflies erupt from your stomach.

"Yeah..." You answered and noticed he was standing up already, dusting his coat off. You wondered why, but then he bent and scooped you up into his arms. You yelped in surprise at first, but chuckled at the end as he placed you on the bed.

"Where have you been? I can tell you have went out, Sirius. Don't even try lying to me." You said.

"Actually, there was an Order meeting today. I told the rest you were at work fighting off death eaters. I could tell they were equally worried for you as I was." He answered as he sat down beside you and it sounded truthful, so you accepted it.

"I... Why didn't I know there was an Order meeting today? Why didn't you notify me?" You asked.

"Originally, we were supposed to go together." He started off, grabbing your hand and starting to caress it, "But you told me today that you wanted to spend time with the great Sirius Black." You chuckled at that and he smiled at your reaction, "So I didn't tell you. But then... you know what comes next."

"Yes, but you should've told me, Sirius! The order is very important!" You whisper shouted.

"Not as important as you." He told you as he made eye contact, and your heartbeat practically beat harder.

"Now, uhm..." He started, "Shall we get ourselves cleaned up? And if you want to... do you want to do something else in the bath as well?" He asked with a smirk. With that you smirked back.

"Alright," you said seductively, then standing up from the bed and taking a step forward. Sirius stood up after you did. "First one there is top!”

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harrysmaison · 1 year

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I recently crossed 1k followers on this hellsite and I know it's not that big a deal but I needed an excuse to rec fics so bear with me.

These are my top 10 fics that I think you guys NEED to read. They're in no particular order, only 10 of the fics that I read recently and really liked! Some are old, some are new but all are equally deserving of attention and appreciation. Please check them out, and don't forget to leave kudos and supportive comments!

Happy Reading! 💞

🍂 Desires for Woolgatherings by isolated/ @theisolatedlily (E, 86.5k)

In the midst of his second world tour, Louis Tomlinson receives the devastating news that his former bandmate, Harry Styles, is in critical condition after an unfortunate accident. Fresh with the loss of his mother and his sister, Louis’ world darkens once more as he flies out to California, preparing for the worst. There, Louis is faced with the ghost of his past, realizing the hand he played in the band’s division. As time goes on, Harry’s condition becomes dire, and his only chances of survival forces Louis to participate in a makeshift, illegal drug trial orchestrated by a dubious neuroscientist.

🍂 Keep Driving by dead_tobeginwith (M, 2k)

Louis works as a driver contracted through the local cancer institute. All of his clients are associated with the hospital—mostly patients and their families heading home. One rainy afternoon, he picks up Harry.

🍂 Went down in Flames by hazzahtomlinson/ @itsnotreal (E, 26k)

Louis was in an absolutely shit storm. He had let it go on for too long. Let it go too far. But he had a plan. And tonight, said plan was going down. He was going to tell the boys he was proposing this weekend. ‘Harry’ would turn him down, albeit gently, and Louis would play the heartbroken boyfriend. He’d gotten this far. All he had to do was lock himself in his bedroom and cry a little. He’d been in a few plays growing up. Piece of cake.

Except. It didn’t go that way. Of course, it didn’t. Because the universe, the beautiful chaotic bitch that she was, just had to have an actual Harry Styles and he just had to be Niall’s best friend.

🍂 ti dedico le autostrade che portano al mare by me_her_themoon/ @greeneyesfriedrice (E, 87.6k)

Louis goes on hiatus for six months to a small coastal town in Italy where he doesn’t expect to fall in love with the charming baker

🍂 into that goodnight by devilinmybrain/ @thedevilinmybrain (E, 62k)

Once upon a time, there was a boy. But not just any sort of boy. This was a clever boy, the cleverest of them all.

🍂 The Lesser King by HelenaAzure (NR, 8.5k)

Louis goes off to war leaving Harry on the throne. But Harry has a dangerous secret of his own. With time running out and his health on the line, will Harry break and tell Louis, or will he consume the dangerous poison of insecurity destroying everything they have.

🍂 Through Darkest Clouds by LadyLondonderry/ @londonfoginacup (T, 3.7k)

Orpheus and Eurydice AU (MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, sad with happy ending.)

🍂 Don't Go In The Woods by guccikings/ @harryeatsburger (M, 39k)

the one where Louis has the brilliant idea to go camping alone and unprepared. Luckily, he meets Harry, who is very much prepared and happy to help out. Unluckily, they aren’t as alone as they think they are.

aka the spontaneous camping trip from hell.

🍂 Don't Worry, Darling by amomentoflove/ @daggerandrose (E, 27k)

Frank and Shelley Harper are the founders of the Victory Project-- a place for his employees and their spouses to live, to work, and to enjoy themselves while keeping safe from the outside world.

Louis and Harry Styles are the newest inhabitants of Victory, but when Louis begins to question his reality, he has to rely on himself and his husband to find out the truth.

🍂 From this moment on by therogueskimo/ @bravetemptation (NR, 52k)

Louis Tomlinson needs a tour photographer, and he thinks he's found the one in the mysterious H on Instagram.

Harry Styles swore he'd never do tour photography again - that is, until he did.

#my fic rec #fics #hlcreators #tracksintheam #yourlarrysource #hlficlibrary #thelarriefics #ficsfor4am #hershelsue #hlsource #1dsource #28th appreciation #vi's 1k follower celebration

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thinking about dating harry for a while and you're so madly in love with each other but then things get really hard, with him on tour and you staying behind for school it's just awful and all the stuff you see in the media daily is just too much so you tell him you need a break. and you're both devastated and crying through the whole conversation but it's just truly too much for you and ofc he respects your wishes and he'll do anything for you even if it's the exact opposite of what he wants 😔 then a few months later he's home and you haven't spoken at all, knowing it would just be too painful since you still love him so much but you're not sure if he feels the same 😔 then your girlfriends make you go out with them to try and cheer you up and you all get veeeery drunk, and after someone puts you in a cab and you get home you're calling harry without a second thought 😔 you're literally sitting on the floor in your kitchen, your makeup a mess and your hair falling out of the fancy updo but none of that seems to matter because you just miss his voice 😔

when he gets the call he's very surprised, he hasnt heard from you since you broke things off and he's been trying so hard not to look at your socials (even though he has checked a few times, even though you never seem to post any more) but it's been miserable for him too, so for a second he considers not answering because he can't go through getting his heart broken again 😔then he starts to sorry that maybe something is wrong, it is almost 2 am afterall, so he picks up 😔 he hears you you take a little breath and you say "hello?" and his heart drops when he realizes how much he's missed you 😔 he says "hi-" and he has to bite his tongue to keep from calling you love or any other pet name, and finally he just settles on your name. you sigh and tip your head back on the cabinet and say "I've missed your voice" and he's already feeling choked up when he says "me too" 😔 it's quiet for a minute before you say "I ended my chemistry class with an A" and he's not sure where that came from but he's starting to get the hint that maybe you're not quite sober so he just decides to go with it, you can hear the smile in his voice when he says "that's great, I'm so proud of you" and you can't help but smile, you say "thanks... you just put a lot of hours into helping me study so i figured you deserve to know" and his chin is literally wobbling he's so close to tears 😔

he tries so hard to keep his voice steady when he says "I appreciate that" and you hum softly, then you're both quiet again before he says "where are you? are you alright?" and you let out a big sigh before you say "I'm sitting on my kitchen floor eating grapes" and he can't help but snort out a laugh, he glances over at his alarm clock and says "at 2 in the morning?" and you shrug even though he can't see you, you say "girls need snacks" and he laughs for real at that 😔 but you know what he was really asking so you say "to answer your other question no I'm actually not alright" and a tear slips down Harry's cheek, he brushes it away quickly before he says "no?" and you say "no... i miss you, harry, I miss you so much it makes my chest hurt, and it makes me feel sick to my stomach and it keeps me up at night and I'm miserable all the time because I miss you so much and it's my own fault I don't have you anymore" and his eyes are wide, his heart rate is going up with each word you say and he sits up in bed, hugging his pillow to his chest he says "you do?" and he sounds almost in disbelief, you say "of course I do... you're all i think about, all the time, and it's ruining my life because I can't have you" and he takes a shaky breath before he says "why can't you have me?" and your voice is smaller than he's ever heard before when you say "because you don't love me anymore?" and he literally has to hold back a sob 😔

he says "I do, I love you so much... you're all i think about too, all the time, and all I want is- is you, and I know that's not fair, I know it's really shitty timing, and I know it was hell for you when we were together and I know i'm selfish for wanting you but I can't help it because i just do, I want you so bad it makes my chest hurt" and your brain is just trying to process everything he just said, everything feels very tense and you're a bit stressed so you say "you stole my line... that chest hurting thing, I said that first" and he can't help but laugh again, he says "well it was a very poetic line, i apologize" and then you're both quiet for a moment, then you say "harry?" and right away he goes "hm?" and you pause for a second before you say "will you come over?" and he's already getting out of bed 😌

you're saying "i know it's late and if you're in bed you don't have to i just- I miss you, and I want to see you so bad but if it's too much-" but he clicks his tongue and says "I'm already heading out the door, I'll be there in 10" and you haven't felt happier since before you broke up 😌 you say "will you stay on the phone with me?" and he scoffs "of course I will, I'm not leaving my girl again" and you're quiet for a second before you say softly "I'm still your girl?" and he absolutely melts, he pauses with one hand on his car door and he says "of course you are, you've always been my girl and you always will be"😔 on his short drive to your place neither of you speak much, you can hear the radio playing quietly through the phone but that's about it. when he pulls up to your apartment he lets you know and you say "I'm in number-" and he says "I know which apartment you are love, how come you think I forgot all about you while I was gone?" and you say "I don't... I'm just worried that maybe you did" and he sighs softly before he says "I could never forget anything about you pretty girl" and before you can even respond there's a knock at your door 🥹 you're clumsily jumping up from your spot on the floor and running to open it, and as soon as you see him you drop your phone and launch yourself into his arms 😔 he walks you inside and shuts the door behind you and you're crying already, you manage to say against his chest "I missed you so much, please never leave me again i just want to stay with you okay?" and he's nodding, he has his face in your hair just inhaling your scent that he's missed so much and he says "i promise, I'm gonna stay with you forever and ever" 😔 after a good long hug when you both feel so much better he pulls away to look at you, you're saying "no no don't look at me I look horrible right now" and he just smiles softly, he says "you don't, you could never look horrible" and he leads you to the bathroom to help take your makeup off 😔

he lifts you to sit on the counter and gets the wipes out, holding your chin between his fingers to tilt your head so he doesn't miss any 😔 you reach up to hold his face in your hands because you've missed that so much, and now that you're so close you can tell that his eyes look a little red and puffy 😔you say "were you crying? are you okay?" and he gives you a little smile, he tosses the used wipe and says "i am more than okay now that I'm with you again" and he lifts you up again, you wrap your legs around his waist so he can bring you to bed 😔 he kisses all over your face while he walks and nearly runs into a few walls but he manages 😔 he drops you on the bed and then says "what pajamas tonight?" and you don't say anything but he sees you eyeing the hoodie he's wearing 😌 he rolls his eyes playfully and says "I'm back here one day and you're already robbing me blind" but he's taking it off as he speaks 😌 he hands it over to you and reaches to help unzip your dress and pull it off, then you slip the hoodie on and you're all good 😌 he climbs in next to you and you get settled against him, his arms tuck around you and you both relax right away, and it's like no time was lost at all because you were just made for each other 😔

HOLY SHIT.............OH MY GOD THIS IS LIKE A WHOLE ASS FIC RIGHT HERE WHAT THE FUCK!?!??!?!!? IM OBSESSED AND IM SO SAD THIS WA SSO CUTE IM GOING TO SOBBBBJNBFHUJNHB OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDD 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

#harry concept

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Sometimes I think we forget the shit Harry went through. The way you explained it in this chapter just made me want to give Harry the biggest hug ever. His childhood was bad like Sirius, but in a way worse because he never really got a break at school, and despite all of it he’s such a great guy who wears his heart on his sleeve, loves to the fullest, and protects the people he loves with every fibre of his body. I don’t get why he has so many haters, how can people hate Harry Potter? I think a lot of people hated him because of what happened to Sirius. I get it, it was a huge mistake but if he was told about Voldemort being able to possess his mind and the prophecy then he wouldn’t have fallen for that trap. And as much as we loved Sirius can you imagine how devastating it was for Harry to lose the only person outside of the Weasley’s that cared for him? That gave him hope of having a family of his own. This was the main reason he broke up with Ginny in HBP. The fear that Voldemort would find out he loves her and then plant a false vision that would cause him to drop everything to save her but result in it actually hurting her or worse killing her.

This got me thinking in Brumous of Harry finds out Voldemort is still lurking in his mind without his knowledge and that’s how they found out Cepheus… this kid is going to be devastated. I think he would try to pull away from everyone and ask them not to tell him anything. Does Voldemort lurk in his mind when he’s with Ginny? I feel like he wouldn’t be able to because when he’s with Ginny he feels so loved and so much love for her that it would mentally hurt Voldemort to lurk in his mind like in OTP when Harry was willing to die so he could be with his loved ones.

I’m going to put on my completely amateur psychology hat for a few moments.

I don’t think people want Harry to be a kid. I don’t think they want him to act his age. I don’t think they enjoy characterizations where Harry acts like a teenager. It’s not just Harry I’ve seen this treatment of. I saw it in Legerdemain with Lily. People hated that she acted her age and wanted her to be more mature. I’ve seen it in Ron bashing because he had some jealousy issues AS A KID.

Here’s the thing. The human brain doesn’t stop developing until around age 25. So these characters aren’t adults. They don’t know everything. And they’re going to do/say stupid ass things. They’re going to act before they think. They’re going to think they know everything but they really don’t.

Even in Brumous, I’ve gotten reviews complaining about how Harry is annoying, too whiny, too clingy. But he’s also a severely neglected and abused kid who has an adult who cares about him for the first time ever. Of course, he’s clingy. Of course, he’s whiny because he wants to know what’s going on and make sure his only family is all right. Of course, he’s up Sirius’ ass because Sirius nearly drank himself to death while battling depression.

You can see the shift in Harry from OOTP to HBP. In OOTP, he was reckless with running his mouth and jumping into danger. In HBP, he tried to let the adults take the lead. He TOLD Remus about Malfoy in hopes that he’d do something. But like every other adult in his life (minus Sirius), he was told off. He was dismissed. Sirius was the only adult who ever worked out problems with Harry, who talked to Harry like he knew a little what he was talking about, and just listened to the kid.

Sirius isn’t a patient man. Sirius can be moody and grumpy and downright vicious. But with Harry, he’s like a saint with how patient he was! He let Harry ramble on for who knows how long in GOF while he’s in a fireplace of a house he broke into! He just let Harry talk and vent and didn’t even interrupt the kid. He was there for Harry no matter what. He had the patience with Harry to listen to him. Because Sirius knows what it’s like not to have someone listen to him. He knows what it’s like to have everyone dismiss him and paint him as a villain. Sirius can emphasize with the kid in a way no one else can - from his shitty childhood, to being hated for no fucking reason, to having people around him talk down to him as an adult.

On top of that, Sirius tried very hard not to be reckless. He did not leave Grimmauld Place for Order missions or joy rides. He stayed put to show Harry it’s all right to stay put and stay out of trouble. Because Sirius knows Harry. He knows the trouble he attracts. He was trying to emulate the behavior he wanted to see. But he left at the first hint of Harry in trouble because that kid can’t stay out of trouble to save his life.

In HBP, yeah, you see Harry breaking up with Ginny because he can’t bear the thought of her ending up dead like Sirius. He’s trying to learn from his mistakes and not make them again.

In Brumous, Sirius knows he can’t tell Harry how they found Cepheus, he can’t tell Harry about the Horcrux in his head, he can’t include Harry in conversations on where to go from here. He knows Harry. He knows how good Harry is and how big of a heart that kid has. He knows Harry would pack a bag and run from Hogwarts in an attempt to save the people he cares about. Sirius is constantly trying to set healthy boundaries between him and Harry. It’s so tricky because of Harry’s past abuse. Sirius is often cracking those boundaries to make sure Harry knows he’s loved and wanted.

But I think you’re right as well. A lot of people forget about Harry’s abuse. A lot of people like to downplay his abuse.

In the MIT series, I always had Harry not be a fully well-adjusted adult. He’s a helicopter parent. He was downright anxious. He hates cutesy nicknames because he was never called anything even remotely affectionate. He freaks out over dying and leaving his kids without a dad to the point where he becomes addicted to a potion. He purposely gets his son arrested because he views Albus as safer in prison than out in the open. He’s constantly taking charge and doing what he thinks is best because he’s done it since he was a fucking kid. I always say, even in MIT, I think he was too well-adjusted of an adult for everything he went through.

I cannot stand when Harry is this well-adjusted adult in stories who gives pet names and is overly happy. That guy suffered from the moment his parents died to the time he died. Those wounds from the mental and emotional abuse he suffered lasted his entire life. You can’t convince me that there wasn’t x-amount times he did something stupid and then thought this is it, Ginny is going to divorce me. To only be shocked when Ginny assured him that she’s not going anywhere and she does, in fact, love him despite how stupid he can be. No matter how many times his loved ones tell him, there’s always that small seed of doubt in his mind. Because how could anyone love him when his own family couldn’t love him when he was just a small toddler?

But I think I went off on a tangent. 😂😂😂

I don’t understand how anyone can hate Harry. I don’t understand how anyone can look at that cabbage and not want to hug him while he awkwardly pats your back and wishing you’d stop. He is such an amazing character and I love him.

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brownbitchshit · 1 year

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Listen...we are gonna get a s3 because the way Netflix is promotion the show, ofc we are. So given that we are getting S3, lemme make some deductions.

I don't think we are actually ready for S3. For starters it's going to be super dark. You know why? Let me explain

1. Simon-Wilhelm's initial relationship troubles are over. But honestly, the problems they had so far are not even remotely as serious as the problems they are going to face in the future. Young Royals s1&2 reminds me of Hunger Games trilogy. At first you only see District 11 and the games but eventually the world expands. Same for Young Royals. In s1 we only see Wilhelm's life in Hillerska apart from few scenes here and there. We know he is under pressure and he has lots of responsibility and a freaking legacy on his shoulder. But we only realize how terrible his pressures are in S2. We see it's not only his mom that he has to fight against, it's a freaking institution that already is planning to replace him with a sex offender. I bet in S3 we'll get the 360° view of what the life of a Crown Prince actually consists of. How gigantic his world is and how much scrutiny he is actually under. I think even Wilhelm will realize how big of a role he has not only as a Crown Prince but also as the first Queer Royal. Both Simon and Wilhelm are going to be under tremendous scrutiny in the next season.

2. In s1&2, Simon never had to give up who he is to be with Wilhelm. Despite all the relationship troubles they faced, Simon never had an existential crisis. But being the boyfriend of the Crown Prince will mean his whole world is about to be upside down. For someone as proud and righteous as Simon, that can be very damaging. And it also creates lots of scope for conflicts. Simon will have to give up everything he stands for to be with Wilhelm and that will either break them up (which is unlikely in S3 I think) or will break him.

3. Simon will most likely get the 'Meghan Markle' treatment from the media. Lisa often has referenced Prince Harry's story as her research. So I think it'll be very fitting that she will show Simon to be treated the way Meghan Markle was. He definitely fits the boxes too. They both are immigrants (well Simon is not but Swedish people might consider him as one due to his ethnicity),POC, raised by single mothers, troubled fathers. In Simon's case he also has the disadvantage of being both a man and belonging in a middle class family and not to forget there is still the drug thing looming over his head. So I think we will actually see Simon having mental health issues the way Wilhelm had in s1&2. And what scares me is that Wilhelm will be oblivious to Simon's struggles since he will probably be on cloud 9 because of Simon and for finally living his truth. But for Simon it might be too much. Or maybe Wilhelm will realize how hard it is to love someone in his position.

4. The main conflict in S3 ,I think will be again something external that might end up separating our Wilmon in the end. But I think this time it won't be a misunderstanding between them. My bet is that either Simon will be in a some sort of dangerous position due to the public scrutiny (probably a hate crime) or his mental health will be shambles due to the 'Meghan Markle' treatment and in either case Wilhelm will decide to let go Simon and break up with him against Simon's wishes, probably by using cruel methods. It will parallel to s1 when Simon broke up with him to preserve his self respect and in S3 Wilhelm will break up with him to protect him. They will both end up being heartbroken and Simon will misunderstand Wilhelm while Wilhelm will be devasted but happy to let Simon go to keep him safe.

I am a fan of angst so I will probably be dead if my predictions come true but also happy because I need more seasons of these and I wanna see them aged up and then be endgame. Again knowing Lisa, probably all of our predictions will be null and void. But that's what I imagine will happen anyway.

#young royals #wilmon #edvin ryding #yr season 2 #omar rudberg #wilhelm simon #lisa ambjörn

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Works that I personally adore and have read more than once. Works that felt like a love letter in different stages of my life. I am recommending them to you. I hope you’ll understand why when you read them.

7 Up

|cherrystreet|Explicit|51K

“Very loosely based on the British TV show "The Up Series" and somewhat inspired by the song “Something I Need” by Onerepublic, we follow the lives of Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson in an interview setting every seven years. They fall apart and come together, their lives and emotions recorded. Harry calls it a time capsule. Louis calls it a pain in the arse.”

A Love This Strong

|rainbowsandgucci|M|10K

No one, fell in love, because that’s how They wanted it. That’s just how it was, and that’s how They wanted it to stay, and it did. Until Harry and Louis came along, and, of course, fell in love.

Dance Like Waves Along the Wind

|maroonmoonlouis|E | 17K

“What are you doing to me, my liege?” the God of the Sea murmured as he slid an arm around Louis’s slender waist.

Louis’s breath stuttered and his grip on the ruby red apple tightened just as Harry’s did around his body.

“I am hardly your liege, in this relationship,” he whispered out, tilting his head up to gaze at Harry’s imperceptibly dark eyes.

“No?” Harry inquired. “Am I not at the mercy to follow your every order? To cater to your every whim?”

Louis’s lips parted as he swallowed thickly, Harry’s eyes tracing his bobbing Adam’s apple intently.

“Are you?” were the only words he could get out in response before Harry was dipping down to press a heated kiss against his lips.

Or a Greek Mythology AU where Louis is Adonis and Harry is Poseidon. Louis would really like to move on with his everyday life without everyone on Mt. Olympus talking about his ex, who just happens to be the God of the Sea.”

The Green Room

| JasTheLarrie | M | 112K|

“For the last time, go away! This is fucking harassment, you know that? I’m well within my rights to call the cops.” Louis wished he could have hidden the tremor in his voice. He knew that it was thick with emotion. He was frustrated, angry, and beyond devastated.

“Uh…”

That was definitely not his ex's voice. Louis froze. Who had he just sworn at?AKALouis has just been through a bad break-up and accidentally verbally assaults unsuspecting flower delivery man Harry.

AKA“Louis and the Incredibly Compassionate and Also Really Handsome Florist”

Compass to my Soul

| LadyLondonderry|Teen|31K

“Harry Styles, alpha, is 1/4 of the perfect pack, and 1/5 of world famous boy band One Direction. He spends his time touring the world with his best friends and family.Louis Tomlinson, omega, is 1/5 of world famous boy band One Direction. He spends his time hoping his bandmates don’t notice him.”

sun rise in your eyes

| loubellies | E | 21K

“Prompt 175: AU where Harry is a human prince that Louis, the fairy prince, has always admired from afar. One day, Harry notices Louis and Louis offers him some berries. Harry, forgetting the age old rule that you shouldn’t take food from fairies, eats the snack and is immediately shrunken to Louis’s fairy size and is now subject to live in his world while trying to figure out a way to return to his human form.”

happier, prettier

| @outropeace | E | 40K|

“It wasn't that Harry hated Louis Tomlinson. He was just a Broadway kid who got insanely famous thanks to some silly videos on an even sillier app, got a label contract, forgot about his roots and now he was pretending to be a pop star. He didn't even mind that everyone was actually buying his act of being sweeter than honey. It was that Harry knew that game too well — he was inside it after all — he knew how fake people could get and how manipulative they actually were.

So no, it wasn’t that he didn’t like Louis, it was that he reminded him of everything he didn’t like in a person. Louis reminded him a bit too much of... her.

Or, they were supposed to hate each other, they were supposed to do their job. At least they got one of these things right.

Red Camilla

| lthsbluegreener | teen | 25K

“Dainty hands work effortlessly, stitching together a cotton dress. The most demanded tailor in Weloric, an omega that is feared whose past is a thousand flames setting him ablaze and charring his inner workings meets an alpha that earns fear from the Welorians. Will he be able to smother the flames before they scorch the delicate being?

All the kids at school

| LikeYouAreInLove | NR | 4K

“Are you sure that you two aren’t dating?”

Louis forces his gaze away from Harry’s scrunched face and looks to Nick, already rolling his eyes, “Yes, Nicholas, we’re sure. There are these neat things called 'friends', perhaps you’ve heard of them, and me and Harry are the best kind and best kinds of friends don’t screw each other on the sly. ”

Or, Getting voted 'School's Hottest Couple' when they aren't actually a couple complicates things a bit.

when we made love, you used to cry

|ExiledQueenCatalog|GA| 4K

“Harry and Louis are on a break, when Harry gets a call from the studio of the who will be a millionaire asking him to help Louis with his million-pound-question. or Louis goes to the who will be a millionaire show to win back Harry

plot twists - i didn’t meant it

|sunflower_lwt(o_a)|GA|3.7K

“Louis rants about shit sofas and bad music taste and rude hipsters at a house party. Harry is the host. Written for the Secret Larry Valentine exchange - February 2021”

We Are Inevitable

|mmargarita | E | 16K

“What’s the second flaw?”“The second inevitable flaw in your plan is:” Louis stood straight and walked towards Harry, grabbing his chin. Harry’s breath hitched. “Us.” Louis smiled. “We’re inevitable, baby. We’re soulmates, and we both know it. You just need to come back to me.”

Lunar Waltz

|outropeace| E | 56K

“You want me to seduce an alpha,” Louis hissed.

“I want you to marry an alpha. It’s the only way I could ever get back on my feet. You didn’t think a few dances at a ball would do anything to Alastair’s reputation or mine...”

“And what if Alastair comes back? Have you thought about him in all of this? You’re going to marry him to an alpha he doesn’t even know!”

“Oh he does know him, in fact... he’d be ecstatic to know he got to marry him.”

Louis’ blood ran cold, already suspecting who was the alpha the earl was talking about.

“Who is he?” he asked anyways, hating how fragile and almost scared his voice sounded.

“Lord Harry Styles.”

Louis' stomach dropped, the words came smelling like danger, sending a bolt of fear down his spine, the Earl wanted Louis to seduce The Duke of Death.

Or Louis has to replace his (missing) twin brother and marry one of the most dangerous alphas of the kingdom.”

The Devil In My Brain

|princesshalo|E |74K

“Jesus Christ!” Louis yells as he jumps back in reaction to Harry once again popping up out of nowhere.

Harry doesn’t even flinch.

“Quite the opposite.” He jokes, holding out one of the drinks for Louis to take. A freshly sizzling vodka Red Bull; his favorite.

Louis’s initial reaction is the thought you remembered.

His rational brain says, “No thanks.”

“Louis.” Harry says it like a concerned parent, the tone of it matching the way his mum used to say Boo Bear, you have to eat your vegetables to grow up big and strong, and that ignites something feral within him.

“Satan.” He counters, same tone coupled with a glare and a pair of arms crossed over his chest.

- Louis used to be good friends with Harry, until he woke up alone and immortal with no one to blame but The Devil himself.”

Our Lives, Non-Fiction

| @indiaalphawhiskey | E | 113K

“Heralded as the next Neil Gaiman, Louis Tomlinson does not appreciate being told that his very serious novel is in dire need of a PR boost. Even worse, that it comes in the form of a joint book tour with the UK’s #1 online romance-writing sensation Marcel Styles. Already turbulent at best, their partnership takes a drastic turn when, overly stressed about his looming deadline, Marcel accidentally blurts out a secret: though he’s famed for his scorching hot literary love scenes, he is, actually, a virgin.

Convinced that the only way to rid himself of writer’s block is to gain some experience, Marcel asks Louis, author-to-author, to sleep with him – for Science. And of course Louis agrees because, well, what on Earth could possibly go wrong?

Or, a lesson in romance that proves that sometimes the best love stories aren’t always by the book.”

Moi Je Crois Aux Histories

|nogunsmanyroses |Teen | 12K

“This stranger is breaking every unspoken rule of society, and Harry has no idea how to respond to it. It’s not that he doesn’t like people, it’s just that he doesn’t feel too much for small talk. For any talk, actually. His mom says it's because he overthinks every word he wants to say, and while she might have a point there, he’s adamant to ignore this with every twenty-three years old bone in his body.

“I’m … Harry.” There. Look at him being social and engaging in conversations.

“Well Harry,” Louis says as he fully turns back towards him. He leans back against the wall that separates the sidewalk from the water of the river, one leg crossed over the other. He’s the picture of soft comfortableness with his hood pulled over his head and brown strands of hair peeking out in every direction. “Do you want to go somewhere else? Since …,” he finishes his sentence by waving aimlessly in the direction of the Tower.

Or: the race that ended with a broken elbow fic that no one asked for.”

there’s nothing to be afraid of

| louishun | E | 23K

“Louis. He's perfect, and why hadn’t Harry executed this plan earlier? This is far preferable to the messes he’s had before. He’ll dote on Louis, spoil him, and there will be no worry that Louis will steal his secrets, leave him—do any of the disagreeable things he’s had to worry about previously from other lovers. Louis will be his, trained exactly to Harry’s preferences, and he will be the better for it. Once Louis learns to listen, he can have anything he wants—anything within Harry��s reach... and, as the mob boss who all-but rules England, that’s a considerable reach indeed.

But, first, Louis has to learn.”

spinning in my highest heels, love

|loulicate |E | 2K

“Harry fucks Louis because that's how it works - confirmed by Bene :D”

We’re What’s Right In This World

|BriaMaria | E | 48K

“Why did you talk like that in Brighton? If you weren’t planning on ever telling me?” Louis asked.

“Is it because you think you’re going to die?”“It’s war, Lou,” Harry said finally. The words were a knife slipped between his ribs. Everything hurt and he was bleeding. He shifted up, his palms cradling Harry’s jaw, his lips against his boy’s. Not kissing, just resting there, so Louis could feel him. “Promise you’ll come back to me.”

Harry’s hands smoothed down the sides of Louis’ body. “You know I can’t do that. I’ll never lie to you.”

“Promise me. We’re going to have our cottage. And our dogs. And our breakfast in the garden where nothing grows because of the wind from the sea. Promise me.”

“I won’t.” Stubborn as always, his boy. “I’ll promise you, I’ll love you all my life. I’ll promise you, you’ll never leave my thoughts. I’ll promise you, you’re my forever and my always. But promising you something I can’t cheapens the things I can.”

-Or the World War II AU where Harry goes off to fight and all Louis wants to do is be the boy who brings him home.”

dirty laundry looks good on you

|tomlinvelvet | E | 50K |

“When Louis Tomlinson finds his clothes lying in a sad soapy mess on top of the washing machine in which they are supposed to be, he acts upon his anger and retaliates. What he doesn’t expect is having to deal with a six-feet tall, curly-haired and dimpled man in return, who seems to arouse confusing feelings within him and to make his life take an unexpected turn for the better (or worse?).

OR; the utility room is a great place to fall in love. ”

The Lost Art of Breeding and (Mis) Behaviour

| @indiaalphawhiskey | E | 13K

“Strip, slave.” His voice was rough – stern, as a proper Master’s voice should be. Harry couldn’t help but feel pleased. “I could have had five of your kind for your price. Best make sure I’ve not been cheated.”

-- Or, Harry learns a thing or two about fate and faith.”

Gloria Regali

| @traviscrux |NR | 100K

“I am very proud of you," Louis admitted, his eyes displaying his conviction, "you are very brave and ridiculously determined."

Harry looked at him, as he shook his head, reaching out to his hand, he held it, "Trust me, it is not enough."

"What makes you say that?"

"Because if it was, you would have been married to me."

Or Louis shouldn't have burnt his soulmark without telling his soulmate.”

Shadows Come With The Pain …

|hlftanna| E | 51K

“Thanks, Ni, I guess I needed to hear that,” Harry sighed and wrapped his own arms around Niall and squeezed him tightly not caring if Liam would be mad. He missed Niall so much.

“Does it really come as a surprise to you that I’m right? Shaking my head, Haz. You should know me better,” the brunette teased.Harry giggled again.

“You know Hazza, you really are so different to all the other alphas out there. You’re soft, caring, cuddly and sweet and those damn dimples. So freaking pretty, it’s almost annoying. I would hate you if you weren’t my best friend. You’d really be a brilliant omega. Nature really did a number here,” Niall mumbled. It was his turn to smash his nose into Harry’s neck and Harry was extremely thankful for that because he wasn’t sure he had his facial expression in check at all.

Or a Band AU in which Harry isn't allowed to be who he really is and the North American Tour might bring some unexpected truths into the web of lies and also a bit of heat that has very little to do with the summer in the US.”

Sigh Softly

|aalexandravictoriaa|GA|800

It was an unconventional nest, to say the least. Quite inconvenient too, not that Louis would ever dare admit that. The fact that his omega was nesting could only mean that he was pregnant and Louis’ chest rumbled at the mere thought. Harry stirred from his perch, blinking his eyes open at the sound of his growling alpha. Louis shushed him immediately and tucked him back into the safety of his nest. Louis just so happened to make up the majority of said nest.

They're Creepy and They're Kooky

|crack_rock |GA | 3K

Her dad turns back to the black cauldron sitting on the stove with a quiet smile on his face. He’s such an ass. A severed hand starts stirring it for him while he turns to chop cilantro. She changes her mind, it’s most likely dinner. “You know, while I was shopping for bibles for the fire-pit outside,” Jesus Wednesday thinks, no pun intended, “I ran into Timmy’s mother, she seems very nice.” Or, the one where the Addams family is actually the Styles family. An ongoing series.

Only You Can Be My Alpha| @wubwubnparmaham | M |196K

In a world where one was either an Alpha or an Omega wolf, Louis found himself in a body that could be neither. Born an Omega without the expected characteristics of one, he felt broken, choosing to live as Alpha a lifestyle as he could. Harboring a serious lack of respect for Alphas and their authority complexes, Louis managed to get himself banished from his home, forced to wander the unforgiving woods for years, facing the elements and fighting enemy rogues each time they arose. Unbeknownst to Louis, in a tribe to the southwest of his home, there lived a dysfunctional Alpha, the orphaned pack leader Harry, who had never felt satisfied enough with anyone to settle down and continue his royal line. Living their lives apart thus far, the both of them assumed that they might be alone forever, making the best of things despite this even though it hurt. Chance, luck, or maybe fate brings Louis to this tribe when he’d least expected to receive kindness and shelter from a stranger, and when he arrives, something in his soul pulls him to Harry like a raging river current. The two don’t get off to a good start, but everyone around them can sense the chemistry—and in time they do too.

Waiting For Daylight|@dinosaursmate|E|12K

“The number you have dialled has not been recognised. Please check and try again.”Louis made his way into the kitchen and sighed, throwing his phone down onto the table and frowning at it.

“What’s the matter, honey?” his mum asked.

“I… I don’t know. My phone seems to have erased every last trace of Harry.

“Ooh, who’s Harry?” she cooed. “A boy?”

Louis rolled his eyes. “Harry, Mum. Styles. From number thirty-eight.”

“Oh, sweetheart. The Waynes live at number thirty-eight. Shall I pour you some tea?” - Louis wakes up to find that his best friend has never existed. In a quest to find him, Louis is sent to several parallel universes. He can't seem to find his own Harry, and he doesn't understand why every alternate Harry wants to kiss him.

I didn't wanna fall

|defenceless|GA|13K|

'Flowers bloomed when he walked. Angels sang when he talked.' I heard this line way back once in the radio and the first thing that came to my mind was you."

Harry lends his coat to Louis. When Louis is home, he realizes he still has Harry’s coat and finds Harry’s iPod. Out of curiosity, Louis looks through Harry’s music and finds a playlist titled with his name.

If I had no love to give

|@kingsofeverything |E| 30K

Small town restaurateur Louis Tomlinson needs someone competent to work in his kitchen.

Chef Harry Styles needs a job.

let me carry your weight |@soldouthaz |E |28K

louis is fresh out of a bad relationship with someone who made him feel awful about how he looked. on his journey to better himself, he meets harry - the ridiculously attractive and fit personal trainer.

For As Long As I Can Remember

|@greenfeelings |E|128K

After recovering from a severe accident that causes Harry to lose his memory of three years, he moves to London to start his life over as a star chef. Little does he know that when he falls in love with Louis at first sight, it’s not the first time they meet.

Featuring an unintentional game of hot and cold, Harry chasing memories that won’t come back, Louis burying himself in work to try and forget what he can’t forget, Liam being torn between two of his best friends, Zayn as a moral compass and Niall saving the day with good music and brutal honesty.

Flightless Bird | @audreyhheart |E|97k

AU where Louis Tomlinson is a principal dancer with The Royal Ballet. When his rival from ballet school, moody dance prodigy Harry Styles joins the company, old wounds are reopened and old passions reignited. During the company's production of Swan Lake the secret that doomed their love is finally revealed, but will it be too late?

gathered on wings

|Brooklyn_Babylon/@twopoppies|E|32k

As Harry lay by Louis’ side, covered in sweat and come, he knew he should feel ugly, messy, ruined, like the life he’d left behind. But something about the way Louis looked at him, the way he stared at him with want and awe, made Harry wonder if he’d ever feel this beautiful again.

Harry rolled his eyes at himself for his momentary romantic dreaminess. As good as this was, he knew it was nothing more than sex. He literally couldn’t afford to fall for just anyone, no matter how fit they were.

What Harry Styles wanted was to be taken seriously as an artist. What he needed was a new sugar daddy to pave the way. Louis Tomlinson is an artist who isn’t what Harry is looking for. Somehow he still manages to turn Harry's world upside down.

billow and breeze (island and seas)

|@pleasing-louis|E|102K

“It was bright; that was the first thing Louis could recall. With a groan, he winced at the throbbing behind the sockets of his eyes and rubbed his temples in an effort to soothe the pain. Maybe he really did hit his head when he took his tumble. The omega squinted as he looked at the surrounding rolling hills and fog hanging over the countryside. As strange as it was, the world felt different, though it looked practically the same.

Disoriented and confused, Louis padded through the moss and listened for his husband. “Liam?” he croaked shakily.Nothing but a symphony of woodland creatures met his ears. His footsteps were muted by mossy green grass beneath his feet and soil fragrant as he neared the crest of the hill. At the top, he froze, lips parted in horror and eyes widening at the expanse of empty farmland—not a soul in sight. It had only been less than ten minutes prior that he could see Inverness from the crest, but now there was nothing.

“Impossible,” he whispered to himself, shaking his head in disbelief—his mind not quite able to make sense of it...

Or the Outlander AU where Louis wakes[…]”

Paradise

| @traviscrux | NR | 66K

“When he reached him, Liam was taken back at what he witnessed. "What is happening to him?!" Harry asked, relinquishing his anger and moving towards the beta.

Leering at Harry, "He is dropping."

"I thought only omegas dropped." Harry asked confused.

"Exactly! Only omegas do!" Liam clarified, letting the actuality of the situation dawn upon the Emperor.

Alpha Emperor Harry Styles of the province of Imperium had conquered more than half the country of Cynthia in his six years reign but all of this had even occurred due to the unwavering loyalty and firm presence of Louis Tomlinson who was assuredly a beta until he wasn't.”

Smells Like Omega Spirit

| @lululawrence | NR | 11K

Louis is an omega doing a test run on neutralizers for a class project. Every time he talks to Harry he smells completely different.

Harry is an alpha who can't figure out if he's going crazy or his sense of smell is broken, but all he wants to figure out what Louis' real scent is.

Somehow they figure it out.

you fit me better

| docklands / @hershelsue |E|3.8K

Louis moves back to Cheshire with no prospects and lacking a laundry machine for his apartment. At the laundromat, he meets Harry, a meddlesome alpha who smells divinely enough to ease his anxiety. When Louis goes back home, he finds out he switched clothing with Harry, meaning he needs to meet him again to give it back.

love’s a risk

| @solitudeandchaos |E| 26K

Harry made life clearer, he made Louis happy, he cancelled out the complications and made Louis feel secure. Louis hadn’t ever had that and he was sure he didn't want to lose it.He just wasn’t sure how to keep it.

or harry and louis don't really know each other but end up married while in on holiday in Monte Carlo

Aphrodisiac

| @aimmyarrowshigh | E | 4k

“The day he made roasted asparagus tips wrapped in Serrano ham with lemon aïoli, Louis knew: Harry Styles was trying to seduce him.”

a whole world of beautiful | l.s

| starsofhazel | NR | 11K

“Drafting words on blank paper like stars on a night sky. Placing and connecting them into constellations that encapsulate infinities and shape galaxies of paragraphs into their own universe.

The writer is the magician. The magician that forms worlds. The magician that manipulates words. The magician that has the power to take and twist and transform the mind. The magician that has the magic to make something out of nothing.

The writer is the dreamer. The dreamer that believes in the lost, the broken, the hurt, the beautiful.

But most of all, the writer is the one that sees us. Understands us. Believes us. Speaks for us. Maybe even is us. Perhaps even more us than we are.

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

In which Louis pours his heart into letters that he leaves in books, and Harry falls in love with the letters that he finds in books.”

From the Start

| @allwaswell16 |E | 32K

Louis has no idea that one act of kindness will cause his life to spiral out of control. But that's what happens when his new friend fake proposes to him and a video of it goes viral.

tarnish but so grand

|tilthesundies|E| 32K

Louis hides in places. Harry always finds him.

Liberte

| @harryanthus-annuus |M | 64K

AU. 1647. “Pretending you don’t have a heart is not the best way to not get it broken. It’s just the easiest.”

Or the pirate AU I always wanted to write

Say Hallelujah, Say Goodnight

|@alivingfire |E| 110K

Louis is an angel who is just a little too bad to be good, Harry is a demon who is just a little too good to be bad, and they're both a little too in love to be impartial when angels and demons go to war.

Louis has been alive since life was a mere concept; he watched the summoning of Man into existence, he was there when Eve took the apple. He’s seen seas break the world into separate pieces, he’s watched empires crumble into dust. He’s seen wildfire consume cities, he’s seen the world painted white with snow. He has known the most beautiful humans to walk the planet, he has watched the most powerful mortals gather their riches and influence around them and then die just like the poorest, weakest humans do. He’s met humans whose motives defy explanation, people who use their lives as battering rams, as tools, as weapons, as chess pieces.

None of that stopped Louis in his tracks.

But Harry did.

Gentle Rogue

|@juliusschmidt |E|15K

“Well?” Tommo prompts. “What the hell are you doing aboard my ship?”

Harry grins, “I’m here to plunder your booty.”

[Or Harry bets Nick a hundred pounds he can get Louis to sleep with him. He wins the wager and a thorough fucking.]

The Lion Man |iwillpaintasongforlou|E|12k

Louis is a vampire who loves tattoos and piercings as much as he loves a good feed. Harry is a biology student who gets dragged to a vampire bar (really, of all places) by his friends and happens to have blood that tastes like maraschino cherries. They're both a bit addicted and they're neither a bit ashamed.

Angels and Demons

| twerkinlarry |M | 70k

It’s a time where both Angels and Demons walked on earth, doing their work unbeknownst to humans. They look like normal humans, act like normal humans, interact such as, but they have very specific jobs not at all human like. Angels are here to guard, protect, and guide people into the right path. Demons are here to do just the opposite; mislead, give into poor judgment, throw into harm’s way, wreak havoc in general. Angels and Demons are given few guidelines other than their general rules, however there is one rule never to be broken; do not interact with the other. Under no circumstance should an Angel ever interact with a Demon, nor a Demon with an Angel, and that’s all.

My Wicked Flaws

|AngelicDemonMonster |M|31K

Struggling for acceptance in a world of constantly abused and raped omegas, Louis' only choice is to hide who he is. The only people who know are his sisters, his best friend and the man who makes his life a living hell, his father. Through a battle to find out who he truly is, while protecting his sisters and himself, Louis has to journey through love and loss in hopes of a better life than the hell he currently resides in.

All of My Intentions Were True

|onewasturning | Teen | 8K

There’s a hope, long taken for granted; as long as they’re together, everything would be okay.

Orphans AU. Growing up, Harry's and Louis' worlds revolve around each other. But growing up is more than just leaving home and getting jobs, and reality can be cruel.

Some things change, but others never will.

Won’t See It Coming …

| whoknows |E|12K

“Tell me that this is a fake,” Peter says, slapping a handful of papers against Louis’ chest. He says something else, something loud and demanding, barely even pausing for a breath, but Louis doesn’t hear it. All he hears is the sound of his own breathing, the sound of his own heartbeat.

Because this - this looks like a marriage certificate.

For a minute, everything stills, quiets. Louis drags his eyes up, meets Harry’s gaze, fixed on him.

Then the noise is back, shouting voices clamoring to be heard over each other, and Harry is still staring at him.

The ring that Louis hadn’t been able to stop noticing in the loo weighs heavily on his hand. His left hand.

more than just a dream

|orphan_account |GA | 4.9K

Harry and Louis ride the bus together, and they share a song a day.

"He makes to sit in his usual seat, but as soon as he goes to scuttle down the aisle, a hand is present around his wrist, Louis looking up at him with those bright eyes, and he pats the seat next to him. Harry glances down, and he decides to sit because Louis is cute, and he liked The Neighbourhood, and he’s got a nice smile that Harry doesn’t really mind looking at."

just a dream

| BriaMaria | M | 4.6K

“Won’t you join me?” The voice was soft, more melody than anything else. It wrapped around Louis, silken bands that tugged at his arms, at his chest.

He didn’t step out of the shadows. “No.”

The man in the pond smiled, sad and sweet and knowing, and then sunk beneath the water in the next heartbeat. The butterflies that had adorned his chest like jewelry, that had tangled in his dark curls, fluttered away.

Or the one where Louis is the king of the forest, Harry is friends with butterflies and a war is brewing on the horizon.

Two different versions …

|orphan_account | NR| 11.5K

Harry is a demon, captured by hunters. but not just any hunters. Angels. Louis is his angel.

If I Loved You Less

| @allwaswell16 | E |36K

Beautiful omega Louis Tomlinson is set to make his come out in London society and determined to find a mate in his first Season. With the help and protection of his oldest friend, Lord Niall Mendes, he takes Society by storm.

Being a wealthy and titled alpha means Lord Harry Styles has grown used to avoiding unmated omegas...until now. This Season he finds himself at every Society event just for a chance to speak with the omega with the flashing blue eyes.

Louis has the aristocracy at his feet and all the suitors he could hope for, but his secrets may ruin his chance at a love match.

I Promise

| @creamcoffeelou |Teen | 3.5K

Harry has a promise to keep and a pair of arms to go home to.

[Loosely based on the drowning scene from Dunkirk's trailer. ]

Chases the Moon Like Fire

| louisfreckles |Teen | 11K

"As long as you’d let me love you, I’ll have the summer paradise I’ve always dreamt of, right here with me.”

Harry smiled, seeming to accept whatever offer was hidden among Louis’ words. “As long as I can keep you, I won’t have to go too far just to find a place where I belong. And after that, you’ll always be my home, even from afar.”

Or, the one where Louis is a rich socialite in the UK post-WWI, who is stressed and tired of his demanding life. He chooses to go missing, leaving everyone back home to speculate whether he died or has been kidnapped, and sets sail across the oceans, arriving in Auckland, New Zealand, in search of summertime and freedom. What he doesn't look for but finds anyway, is a boy who seems reluctant to let him in, but ends up changing all of Louis' plans.

Fugue

| iwillpaintasongforlou | E | 16.4K

Harry falls asleep a 17 year-old who lives in Cheshire and is probably rockstar Louis Tomlinson's biggest fan. He wakes up 24 with a wedding ring on his finger, two kids, and Louis Tomlinson attempting to wake him up with a blow job. The doctor calls it organic retrograde amnesia, says he might never get back the last seven years of his life. The only thing that feels the same is how he feels when Louis touches him, and maybe that's enough to make him fall in love all over again.

I’m In Trouble Deep

|Atlll,o_a,s4j,sc |M| 33K

Louis has been nothing but clear with Harry from day one. “Don’t fall for me,” he said, eyes bright and dancing, fingers in Harry’s belt loops tugging him forward even as his words pushed him away. “I’m not your happily ever after.”

All I want

| quitefinishedlove |E|19K

“Remember this one film we watched two days ago? ‘Thirty, flirty and thriving’, that's you Lou. Not ancient, wheezing and dying, come off it.”

“Says my 18 year old boyfriend, fine then.”

“Your capabilities are still hitting the market, old man. Business and pleasure wise.” He punctuates each word slyly with sloppy nibbles on Louis’ skin, but not too playful to leave marks.

“With all that feisty little attitude you’re generating, you’re aware your bum is leaking though?”

They both laugh when they feel the trickling come passing Louis’ thighs from Harry’s twitching hole. He feels Louis pulling out five minutes later as they both settle in side by side.

(or the one where Harry gets pregnant at 18, without his alpha’s knowledge)

Three French Hems

|100percentsassy, g_a|M|20k

In which Louis is a designer at Burberry and Harry spends December wearing Lanvin… and Lanvin… and Lanvin.

all the lights are full of colour

|infinitelymint | E |26.7K

| So, fast-forwarding eight years from the day Harry met Louis, he is now a twenty-seven year old owner of one of the most up-and-coming eating establishments on the London restaurant scene, father of two wonderful boys and… separated from his husband. Now, that last part definitely was never a part of the original plan.

Or, Harry and Louis are separated, but for the sake of their two sons, they choose to spend Christmas together. It may just lead to a Christmas miracle.

Hands Clasped Tight

|afirethatcannotdie| E|44.3K

“What am I looking at here?” Harry asks.

“This, my friends, is a ‘proof’ Instagram account, run by your students,” Liam announces.

“It’s got all this stuff about how the two of you are together,” Niall adds.

“I heard about that,” says one of the math teachers. “Confiscated a kid’s phone today when they were looking at it. I have to say, the evidence that you’re dating is pretty damning.”

“Really,” Louis says dryly. “Do you think being married for three years might have something to do with it?”

Or the one where Harry and Louis are high school teachers and their students have been playing matchmaker for over a year. Little do they know, Harry and Louis are already married.

If You Could See Him Like I Do

|BornOnABeach| Teen | 7K

Harry was used to hearing it.

"Who's that?"

"The new kid Harry. Don't go after him."

"Why? Ooh, is he a bad boy?"

"No, but his boyfriend is."

The gossip came from everyone. But the people who talked didn't know Louis like Harry knew Louis. People saw Louis as dangerous, rebellious. And in a way, Louis was those things. But not towards Harry. Never towards Harry.

Something Great

|infinitelymint |E | 31K

“In which a coincidence, instagram, a party, a piano and a planned coming out all come together to make two people fall in love. As it happens, it turns out to be a rather effective combination.

or, Louis is a student and Harry is the mega-famous singer that happens to post a photo with Louis in the background. Together they kind of break the internet.”

The Last Great American Dynasty

| @traviscrux | Teen | - series -

I. Conozco La Vida |4.7K|

"I have a son," he declared, there was a thinly veiled layer of hesitation.

Harry was unaware in the direction which this conversation was heading but chose to stare at the man instead.

"He is an Omega," he dropped the pivotal piece of information.

Harry's attention was hooked now.

"He has been raised in an Omega convent all his life, he hasn't been in the presence of any Alpha who isn't his immediate family."

"I am still waiting for you to make a point."

"You could take him as an Omega."

Harry did not react, his face remaining perfectly free of betrayal of any sort of emotion and leaned back upon his chair, his leg crossed upon his knee. "You are selling your son to me?"

II. El Comienzo De Una Vida |2.7K|

After being bartered to Harry to save his kingdom, Louis is on his way to the Alpha's homeland and he would very much like him to stop being so cautious and just kiss him, god damn it!

III. Entiendo La Vida |7.6K|

"You are hesitating, it's not that you do not want to reveal the subject to me but," Harry placed his observations, "you are fearful of my reaction."

Louis turned his gaze away and looked at the man's chest instead and began playing with the strings that tied the tunic around him, "You can say no and I know it sounds silly but-"

Harry lifted his chin and gazed at him with understanding, "Nothing you say is silly."

"I was wondering if I could be trained to shift into my wolf form," Louis let out, his eyes hopeful, "I know it may be unheard of but I was wondering if it is possible."

let your damage, damage me

| @outropeace | E | 57.K

A low and dangerous growl was ripped from the future King’s chest.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” the alpha snarled, eyes dark and nostrils flared.

Even as anger rushed through him at the alpha’s brutish display, Louis felt breathless at the intense gaze of the man that was going to be his future mate.

‘Tomorrow I’m going to be under all that. He will be inside me, all muscles and rage.’ Louis felt his cheeks heat again, but refused to be cowed. So he put his best smirk on display, the one alphas despised to see, the one that assured them all he had the upper hand.

“Thought you were expecting me, dear husband. I’m your future mate.”

Enshire

| HoPotato| Teen | 72.3K

“(Fictional a/b/o Elizabethan era-ish au)

Being an omega and the fifth in line for the title, the young lord of Chambriath was forced to believe that being wedded to the man of his father's choice and bearing his children was the only purpose of Harry's existence. It doesn't surprise him when his father, the Duke of Chambriath, announces his betrothal to the alpha Prince of Enshire, William II. Without a word of protest, Harry agrees to the arrangement, too polite to argue or rage his father with a question. He accepts his faith, allowing his life to be handed to a man he is completely unknown to.”

My English Love Affair

| @isthatyoularry | E |19K

The thing about sleeping with a member of a famous indie band is that the inevitability of having a song written about you is most likely a hundred percent. The second thing is that in the end, nobody's supposed to find out it's about you.

The one where Harry writes a song about his English love affair and Louis sleeps with someone in White Eskimo and all he gets is a stupid song written about him.

Welcome Back From The Friend Zone

| @2tiedships2 |M | 32.3K

“As we are both aware,” Louis began. “You are continuously complaining about not having the kitchen appliances needed when you want to make some of those random recipes you find online. And your precious waffle maker died recently.”

“Where are you going with this, Lou?” Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I want to help you out, Haz.”

Louis should have thought this through better. Maybe made a proper speech before presenting the idea to his best friend.

“Are you going to tell me the bad idea on how you plan to help me out?”

Niall snickered from where he was seated but thankfully didn’t say anything.

“We need to pretend we’re getting married and send out announcements to rich people. Like billionaires who don’t know who we are.”

Or the one where an idea to create a fake wedding with the sole intent to receive gifts from billionaires took a turn no one, but also everyone, saw coming.

Undertow

| @leavingonatrain | E | 15.5K

As if Harry's world wasn't already on the brink of change, a twist of fate turns the man he once photographed in the streets of Paris and never forgot from faint memory, to a one night stand, to even more.

He wishes he could say he fought harder not to be pulled into the undertow, but he really, really didn't.

I’m A Man Who’s Got Very Specific Taste

| patdkitten | M |4K

“Birth control is getting expensive,” Louis repeats aloud to himself, focused on the medical bill he's just opened as he blindly locks back up his mailbox. “I could just stick with suppressants and condoms.” He continued, muttering to himself as he folded the bill back up. “It's not like I have a boyfriend or a mate or anything like that to merit continuing taking them.”

“Do you normally announce your sex life in front of the mailboxes?” The voice is slow and deep and makes Louis immediately think of warm cocoa. He also doesn't know the speaker, and he's pretty sure that he knows everyone in the building. “Is that like, a thing in this building? Because I'd like to know, so I can avoid future awkward conversations.” There's a dramatic pause for effect. "Even if they're as gorgeous as you are.”

There's a strange alpha in the building that Louis calls home and he thinks maybe he'll make a proposition to the alpha. It goes a bit different than expected.

you flower, you feast

|stylinsoncity | M | 18K

He's King of the Underworld, but don't assume Louis has it all. He could stand for some excitement in his monotonous, eternal life and maybe, even.....a soulmate.

(Despite not having a soul.)

And along came "Harry".

London Calls Me a Stranger

|orphan_account | E |9.2K

"Hello, my beautiful, conceited coquette."

"Hi, daddy."

Or the one where Harry is a tease, and Louis is his new neighbour.

Emerald Eyes

|orchidsbyjune | GA | 2K

“They make me lose track of time, you know.” He conversely added after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

“What is?”

“You. And your emerald eyes.”

Tide’s Deathless Death

|@poetsreprieve| E| 4.3K

“The Red Serpent gleamed in all of her marvellous glory from where she was anchored a meagre few miles away from the land. Her flag waving proudly in the afternoon sun. The image was certainly memorable, of the flag, that is; a serpent coiled viciously around a human heart, fangs sunken into the organ and blood oozing from the very spot. If not for the ship herself, the flag had its own repute of conveying the message that the captain was not to be trifled with.

There was no single man who had survived after taking up arms against the captain. Well, there was one man, but including him amongst the hoard of common faces would be a foolishness on the feared-by-all captain’s part.

That man currently stood silently staring after the captain, palm curled around the handle of his blade, and teeth clenched in anger. He was certainly going to relieve all the navies of their plight by taking down the captain. At least then, in his relatively newfound life of piracy, he would have done one good deed.”

Slip Into Your Arms

| @ohpleaselarry | NR | 4.4K

“Am I too old to ask for a cast that isn’t just plain white?”

The nurse laughs easily, shaking her head fondly as she continues to scribble on her little clipboard. Louis sets his free (non-broken) hand under his chin and sighs, peeking at the clock for the fifth time in the last minute. Waiting for doctors sucks. Waiting for doctors to come and fix up your throbbing hand while your head pounds and it’s Christmas- that really sucks.”

Walls

| @traviscrux |NR| 23K

Following his line of sight, he frowned and shook his head, "What's wrong?"

"Wasn't your timer on your ring finger?" Liam asked, at that the Alpha immediately swapped the tumbler and looked down at his finger which sported a string of tiny blue flowers on the underside of his ring finger.

The two of them looked at one another.

"You could've touched nearly fifty people by the time you grew delirious," Liam advocated, always the voice of reason. "Comrades, nurses, doctors."

Sighing, he turned away and continued drinking the water. Literally, the only fucking thing remaining in the middle of a fucking war.

Or: Harry has his soulmate timer stuck at zero from the beginning of time but suddenly the fates show mercy and a lovely forget-me-not takes the place of his timer. In between finding his soulmate in a war camp and solving the puzzle of the charismatic doctor who is treating him, all he can hope for is to live.

late nights and good intentions

| @princelouisau |E | 71.8K

“About last night,” Harry says suddenly, as if he’d been debating on whether to say anything. Louis whips back around to look at him.

“Do not finish that thought,” Louis says just as abruptly.

Harry looks at him oddly, as if assessing him. With a small frown, it seems the assessment is over. “I only wish to say that you do not have to dwell on it. The rest of the men will surely forget by tonight.”

“And you?” Louis asks, raising an eyebrow. “Will you forget?”

“I will remember every second of it fondly,” the Lord says, no trace of a tease in his words.

or, a Victorian era au where Louis pines for his overprotective older brother’s very charming best friend.”

Where the World has come together

|LadyLondonderry|M| 26K

“For the crime of elven blood running through his veins, Louis Tomlinson spends his days protecting the human kingdom he’s been cast out of. Forcibly tied by magic to the very walls that encircle the city, he and the other guards do what they can to find some semblance of a life.

Then, against Louis’ wishes, someone new is added to their number. How is he supposed to share living quarters with a monster?”

Dancing With The Devil

|CorsetBriefs| E| 160K - completed|

“It's 1967 and Harry is tired of being that little religious boy who everyone makes fun of. Tired of God pretending not to hear him, he decides to take other reins in secret; How bad could it go if he turned to the Devil? How fast would he answer him? It was time to save the Bible and turn the red candles on.

Where Harry is a very sweet teenager who is tired of the way he's living and decides to realise a ritual to invoke the king of hell. Louis is the dumb devil who falls in love.”

Panoramic Girl

| orchidsbyjune | Teen | 2.8K

“Hello there my darling, you look beautiful.” And this, this is what Harry lives for.

“You think so?”

“Always.”

You’re Gonna Pay for this

|Eleven_11 |NR| 3.3K

“'NO!”Three sets of hands moved to grab Harry, and he was so startled that he jumped into the air from his nearly seated position on their new couch, butt just inches away from the pristine leather.He scanned the faces of the four boys in front of him, all colored with a mixture of shock, incredulity, and embarrassment. Harry was at a loss.

“Why?” he sighed.

"---Or, Louis and Harry get something new, and the boys refuse to break it in. Chaos and ridiculousness ensue.”

Endgame

| @brightgolden | E| 38.6K

“Harry has been told all his life how grateful he should be for being born as a male omega, and how blessed their people were because the heir to the throne would be carried by The King.

“What they neglected to tell Harry was what would happen if he failed to become pregnant.”

OR: “Where omega Crown Prince Harry Styles is trying and failing to get pregnant for four years, but all that is about to change when courtesan alpha Louis Tomlinson comes into the equation.”

Three Hearts

|JohnnyMignotta(zeroschiuma)|E|4.1K

“The lads want Louis to date this friend of theirs, Harry, they seem positively obsessed with. Louis has different priorities at the moment, like learning how to take proper care of himself and stop thinking about work 24/7.

He knows someday he is going to marry some corporate sellout like himself anyway, it's a question of time.

One Friday, he decides to go on an impromptu weekend in Southern Italy, where he meets a crazy stranger obsessed with octopus.”

From Dust to Lust

| @jacaranda-bloom | E | 45.4K

“From the moment Louis set eyes on the gorgeous stranger across the airport terminal, he knew the guy was trouble, which was the last thing he wanted. He wouldn’t have thought spending two days cooped up in a car travelling from the Australian Outback to the East Coast would change his mind.

It’s funny how things work out.

OR the one where Louis and Harry are fly-in-fly-out mine workers, coincidences are totally a thing, karaoke is an underrated form of foreplay, and the universe most definitely works in mysterious ways.”

love with every stranger

|barelylegalharry|GA| 10.9K

“It’s clear that they are perfect copies of each other: same eyes, same dimples, same weird noses, and same lips. But it’s also clear that in reality there’s only one of them and Louis’ just drunk enough to have double vision.

Or triple vision, in this case. or, the one where Harry is the responsible parent, Marcel is the Dopey Dwarf, Edward isn't qualified for babysitting and Louis' too drunk to realize there are three of them.”

Chiquitita

|trackfive|GA|4.9K

“Do I have a birthmark?” Rushed out of him, and his face was burning red.

"You woke me at three in the mornin' to ask if you have a birthmark?"

"Please just answer," Harry begged, and Louis woke up a bit more with the urgency of his words.

"You feelin' alright, mate?" Louis asked carefully, not wanting to upset him as he wasn't sure what state Harry was in.

"Louis. Please."

:when a new relationship makes harry feel undervalued, he reaches out to the only person he trusts with all his heart. louis comes to the rescue because, even when they're not together, harry will always be his baby and he will always be harry's home.(harry's house track six: little freak)”

Almost Misheard

|tommokat|GA|6.5k

“Also, here.” Harry reaches into the bag again and holds out… A box of toothpaste?

Louis slowly takes the box, recognizing his brand and preferred flavor plastered all over it. “Uh.”

“You also said you were almost out of toothpaste but kept forgetting to get more. And I needed more floss so I was already over in that aisle.”

“You didn’t have to do that, H.” How in the world did he luck out to have the best best friend in the whole world.”

home is where the heart is

| @maroonmoonlouis |E |47.4k

“Niall, there is absolutely no bloody way your club shelled out over £400,000 to have Harry Styles ugly mug plastered all over London’s bus stops.” Louis scowls from the passenger seat as their car flies by yet another bus stop with his sworn enemy’s face on it.

“Harry was a proper diva that day too,” Niall fondly reminisces of the alpha. “Kept demanding they redo his hair and swatting away any of the players who touched it.”

“They could've done his hair six ways to Sunday and he still wouldn’t look any more attractive than some bigheaded giraffe type,” Louis continues on his tirade, hoping to get his best mate to commiserate with him, but it’s becoming increasingly far-fetched, especially since said best mate is also on the same football team as said giraffe.

or the enemies-to-lovers football au where Harry is the star footie player used to getting his way and Louis is his new manager determined to whip him into shape.”

Chasing Death

| orchidsbyjune | M | 1.6K

“Louis wants to die. Death says no.”

cherry red and gloomy blue

| petricuor | E | 94.6K

“There was an alpha in his kitchen.

There was an alpha in his kitchen and he was in his panties and he reeked of sweat. Oh my God, he thought, what—

Suddenly, their eyes met. A strangled sound came out of Louis’ mouth as he got caught staring, his lips still parted as he scrambled to find something, anything, to say. The alpha preceded him.

“Cazzo,” he cussed, the glass he was holding in one of his hands almost slipping from it. He looked as surprised as Louis felt.

: Summer had never quite been like this before. Yes—it was still sticky, Diletta was the same as always and Louis’ family estate in the Italian countryside hadn’t changed one bit. However, something the young omega would’ve never expected was for a handsome, Italian alpha to completely turn his life upside down—hopefully for the better.”

kiss me like you wanna be loved

|orphan_account|M | 4.7K

“Something about Louis being Doctor Who and Harry being his sassy companion just completed something inside of me.”

maybe you should learn to love her

| orphan_account | GA | 3K

“kiss me like you wanna be loved' from Eleanor's POV.She's so stupid stupid stupid because she thought she had a right to stick her nose where it wasn't wanted, and now she's trying to forget the way the Doctor fell in love with a human boy whose dorm she broke into.”

i’m the fury in your head

|lazarov | M |736

“Maybe that would make it real. Maybe some fucked up concentration of cosmic energy, of psychic power, focused by the lens of all those girls moaning and gasping in unison could make the universe bend and snap back to formation, if only ever so slightly differently.”

i think i love you better now

| @softambrollins | Teen | 2.7K

“The one where they make a marriage pact, and it's not serious until it is.”

make me feel

| theviolonist| E | 2.6K

“It's so easy, is the thing - falling into him is like dancing.”

📌 I still have a long lists, they will be added when i’ve got time. If you want anything specific, let me know on the ask. I’ll give you one because all I do on my free time is read.

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