#harry preference

[novelistrry]

PROLOGUE - SPYRRY

He looked like he belonged in movies. The kind of movies that had Oscar nominations and played in theaters for months on end. Truthfully, he looked like he was the next contender to play James Bond. 

“Hi,” he breathed, stepping through the threshold and closing the door behind him. His shoulder bag, which seemed to carry his laptop, slipped off the slope of his shoulder, and he effortlessly used his thumb to put it back. And when he spoke, she registered that he really could play James Bond. The British accent was noticeable, with traces of American undertones like he had been living in the United States for a little too long.

OR

Harry is a sleeper cell spy and Y/N can't help but fall for someone like him. It's natural, right?

WORD COUNT: 2.5k

For the majority of Y/N’s life, she has been an afterthought. 

She was constantly picked last for teams in P.E., her friends in elementary school would conveniently forget to invite her to their birthday parties, and one time her parents texted her ‘Happy Birthday’ a week after her birthday already passed. Maybe it was her fault for never correcting them, or maybe she could have been more vocal about how her friends were constantly hurting her feelings, but she never was… It just wasn’t something she was comfortable with.

It used to bother her a lot; she wore the feelings of abandonment on her sleeve and the pain was etched into every fine line on her face. Now, she was so desensitized to the casual rejection that when someone forgot to text her happy birthday, or her parents realized they hadn’t called her back in quite some time, she’d just shrug her shoulders and let it roll off her back. 

However, this defense mechanism started becoming a problem when she realized that it was nearly impossible for her to form a meaningful connection with anyone anymore. In college, she ignored the invitations from her flatmates to attend parties because she knew eventually they would grow tired of her. It was better for them to invite her and allow Y/N to decline the offers on her own terms, rather than get attached to a friend group and watch them get annoyed at the way she stuck to them like glue— she would become bothersome and hard to get rid of. This way, she could decline their offers and be somewhat of an enigma. She wasn’t weird, she was aloof. It was her social barrier, and the only thing that really kept her together. 

When she thought back to high school, her throat squeezed tightly. Once everyone realized what a pushover she was, they would take advantage of her until they had no use for her anymore. The most haunting memory is when she had her first boyfriend, whom she dated for a total of three months, before she had found out he was getting paid by the other friends in their group. After that, she chose to eat lunch in the bathroom stall, which seemed pathetic, but it was much more comfortable than anyone probably expected.

Why her friends paid someone to date her, she never got a true answer for. After some sleuthing, the only answers she got was that they ‘thought it would be funny,’ and it ‘worked as distraction.’ 

Distraction for what? She didn’t think she could handle the answer, so she chose not to ask.

The guy who was being paid to take her out –good money, might she add– went to a private high school with Y/N, surrounded by rich folks and she didn’t fall short of that bracket either. She thinks maybe that’s why her parents are so… The way they are. No time for her when they were cycling in and out of their workplace, grossing high profits. He explained that he felt really bad for the whole ordeal, and wasn’t usually that much of a jerk. Her jaw twitched at his explanation, and before she could even filter the question, it had sprang out of her mouth.

“Did you ever… Did you ever grow feelings for me?” Y/N asked, kicking herself because she decided as soon as the question was out on the table, she didn’t actually want to know the answer.

By the way his face contorted, and his eyes were shining with a glimpse of sympathy, she knew she had her answer and immediately collected her things. As calmly as she could, she walked out of her school library and never talked to those friends again. 

For weeks, she begged her parents to remove her from school and let her do independent studies. She was smart enough for it. Time and time again, they told her no. So she did the only thing she possibly could and buried her nose in her textbooks. Determined to get into the best school she could, receive a job offer far away from her hometown, and get the hell out of where she grew up. 

And that’s just how Y/N graduated from college with her degree in accounting, got hired at a semi-big corporation that owned quite a few smaller businesses, and somehow became best friends with the company owner. The CEO was older, nearly her dad’s age, and though she had sworn off friends and enjoyed her reclusive lifestyle, there was something about Danny that was different. 

Sure, it was a little weird that she was just out of college and her best friend was a 50-something year old corporate executive, and maybe he didn’t realize that he was her best friend, but he never forgot her birthday.

It was like Danny was acutely aware of Y/N’s poor experiences with friends, and her unique inability to connect with people on an emotional level, so he met her where she was comfortable. He didn’t push or prod, but he kept her close enough to know she wasn’t alone, but at a far enough distance that Y/N was comfortable with the relationship.

And he invited her to his family barbecues. The first time Y/N went to one of those barbecues, she ate so much potato salad, she swore she wouldn’t touch it ever again.

Sometimes during her day, Danny would drop a few envelopes off on her desk and tell her that he needed them transported to his other facilities and given to their executives. It started off small, but then became a big part of her job. He even gave her a raise for all the time she took out of her day to drop by his other facilities. Was she overqualified? Yes, absolutely. But sometimes it was nice to take a break from crunching numbers and get out of the office for a while. By the time Danny realized she didn’t mind doing the silly little tasks he would assign her, he had grown fond of her and utilized her noninvasive personality to his advantage.

Some of the other facilities were… Sketchy to say the least. Often in the heart of a crime-riddled downtown area, or occupied by strangers that didn’t look too friendly. Regardless, she always completed her tasks without so much of a complaint coming from her. Anything to keep Danny happy, she’d do. Especially considering the fact that he had tucked her under his wing. If that meant she had to go to a couple places that made her semi-uncomfortable a couple times a month, then she would do it.

As time passed, Danny grew more open with her. Though he never explained why certain parts of his company were in weird spots (and sometimes so far away), he had made it seem like business was business— no matter the location. It wasn’t until the Christmas season that Danny asked Y/N what her plans were. When she explained that her family lived on the other side of the country and wasn’t too keen on holiday celebrations, he asked if she would come to Christmas dinner. 

So she did.

And when she got there and realized there were multiple gifts under the tree with her name on them from Santa (Danny and Santa, they were good friends, he had told her), she nearly teared up at the thought that someone… remembered her.

“Hey Y/N,” Danny poked his head into her office, interrupting her stream of thoughts. He usually came in first thing in the morning to let her know he was there but today was a little different. “We’re hiring another accountant.”

“Did someone leave?” Y/N swiveled in her chair, tracing her fingers on the invisible pattern atop her glass desk.

“No, we just need some more support. There are no more available cubicles, so we were wondering if we could put him in your office for the time being. Until there is some space for him?” Danny asked, which was nice of him, because he really didn’t need to do that. He owned the place after all.

“Of course,” Y/N said, “I’d be happy to share this space.”

“Great,” Danny said, and opened the door to allow the maintenance guys to carry in a desk setup meant for the new guy. Y/N could only laugh, because Danny knew she wouldn’t say no.

After the maintenance guys were done putting the desk back together and moving around some of the stuff that was set up for convenience (a printer just for Y/N so she didn’t have to make her way down to the copy room, a table full of sweet treats, and her own coffee maker), Y/N got back to work. Smiling at the maintenance guys, she thanked them on their way out.

It wasn’t but an hour later the new guy was knocking on the door, the blinds concealing her from seeing him through the window. She jumped slightly, not quite used to so many people knocking on her door and entering the space throughout the day.

“Come in,” Y/N squeaked out. The door knob twisted, revealing the new guy in all his glory.

Y/N couldn’t help her jaw become unhinged from the joints. He was beautiful— the kind of beautiful that made her insides turn and mouth water. He was wearing a black turtleneck, tucked into a pair of gray slacks. His hair, which seemed to be curly, was gelled back for the most part, but the subtleness of curls were peeking through. 

When he looked at her, it was with a gleam of mischief, like he was bound to get her into some sort of trouble. His cologne was a warm vanilla and musk, wafting toward her even though he was a good twenty feet away. As Y/N studied his face— the beautiful crook of his nose, the deep green of his eyes, the perfect indentations of smile lines— she tried to place where he might belong. That face wasn’t the face of an accountant. 

Quite the opposite, actually. 

He looked like he belonged in movies. The kind of movies that had Oscar nominations and played in theaters for months on end. Truthfully, he looked like he was the next contender to play James Bond. 

“Hi,” he breathed, stepping through the threshold and closing the door behind him. His shoulder bag, which seemed to carry his laptop, slipped off the slope of his shoulder, and he effortlessly used his thumb to put it back. And when he spoke, she registered that he really could play James Bond. The British accent was noticeable, with traces of American undertones like he had been living in the United States for a little too long.

Y/N felt underdressed as she looked at him, knowing very well that she was in the appropriate accountant attire. He was just so pretty, she thought maybe she needed to put on some lip gloss or accessorize a bit better. Maybe she didn’t feel underdressed, maybe she just didn’t feel beautiful the way he was. Sometimes when Y/N saw someone who was all too beautiful, it would trigger the memory of her fake high school boyfriend. If she was beautiful, like the new guy, that entire situation would have never happened to her.

Forgetting greetings, Y/N sputtered out, “I’m Y/N.”

He smiled, a breathy chuckle releasing from his throat. Approaching the desk, he held his hand out, “I’m Harry.”

She stood up briefly, extending her own hand out and clasping it in his. His hand was big and slightly cold from the atmospheric river happening outside. The pitter-patter of the rain had gotten increasingly stronger through each day of January. The drops hitting the windows were almost soothing throughout the day. 

“Your desk is over there,” Y/N motioned to the desk on the opposite side of the room. The more she looked at it, the more she realized she should have asked the maintenance guy if they could rearrange the feng shui. It was going to be terribly awkward sitting across from Harry, a side by side situation would probably be more pleasant for the both of them. “The maintenance guys put it in today.”

“I’ll have to thank them when I see them,” Harry offered a lopsided grin, settling his bag on his new desk.

“They’re pretty great,” Y/N told him, tucking herself back into her desk. Small talk was always awkward for her. In fact, she would much rather sit in silence than make mindless chatter with people who probably didn’t actually care about what she had to say.

“Why are you the only accountant that gets your own office? Are you the head accountant?” Harry was taking things out of his bag, placing random photos on the desk. Y/N couldn’t help but eye them, her curiosity constantly getting the best of her. Did he have a family? Wife? Kids? Maybe a husband?

“No,” she let out a soft laugh, “I guess I’m just Danny’s favorite.”

“How did you become his favorite?” Harry’s smile matched the tone of the conversation. His questions were inquisitive and threw her a bit off guard as not many people inquired about her life, but it was nice to actually hear her voice as she often stifled herself.

“I actually… don’t really know.”

“I’ve got a few reports that I need to take care of, so I’ll leave you alone. If my typing is too loud or you can hear the gears in my brain turning, please let me know.”

“Okay, you let me know too. The past couple months I’ve been in here by myself, and I can be loud on my own.”

He looked up, cocking a brow.

“No, I meant that— never mind.”

After their first encounter, Harry and Y/N didn’t really talk. Weeks passed with Harry coming into work, doing his job, and then leaving. Sometimes he would ask Y/N about her life, but for the most part he remained quiet, gently dodging any question Y/N threw at him.

Y/N couldn’t say that she didn’t like the silence. Growing up lonely made her accustomed to this kind of environment. She was a more effective worker when she wasn’t distracted by the chit chat of others, and even though she didn’t really know Harry, it was kind of nice to have another person sharing her space.

It wasn’t until two months of Harry working there that Y/N had run into him outside of a flower shop of all places. As the start of spring rallied in, she decided it was time to pick out a spring-centered floral arrangement for her apartment. Fluttering through the multiple flower options (turns out so many beautiful flowers were in season during the Spring), she heard a man clear his throat behind her.

“Y/N?” That familiar British accent was directly behind her. As she turned around, she took in his casual appearance, which was a drastic difference from the clothing he sported in the office. Trading slacks for linen pants and a tie for an oversized t-shirt, Harry looked comfortable and in his element in this flower shop.

“Oh,” Y/N breathed out, her face feeling hot. She wasn’t sure why she was getting so flustered, being in a flower shop was a perfectly normal place to be. “What are you doing here?”

Harry offered a small smile, the smirk etched onto his face like it was meant to be there. It was very obvious that he knew he made her feel flustered, and he couldn’t say that he was not used to making girls a bit weak in the knees. As cocky as it sounded, he knew he was a conventionally attractive guy. And for some reason, a girl like Y/N was like bait on a hook. Maybe it was the shyness or the awkward laughter that always followed behind her sentences, but it was clear Harry was more keen on getting to know her than he originally let on.

“Well, getting flowers. You see, typically, when someone enters a flower shop, they have one goal in mind,” Harry chuckled softly, the sarcasm dripping from his tone like honey from a hive. The words seemed direct, but they were playful, meaning to make Y/N more comfortable with his presence.

With one hand, Harry grabbed the beautiful floral arrangement Y/N had concocted. Tulips, roses, and daisies made the base of the bouquet. Harry looked around, finding some baby’s breath and wildflowers to fill in the sparse areas of the arrangement. With wide eyes, Y/N watched him, shocked at his eye for florals.

“There,” Harry said softly, “Now it’s perfect.”

And that’s how Harry ended up buying her a bouquet of flowers— the first time anyone had ever gotten her flowers. That was the start of Y/N meeting Harry. Little did she know, their blooming friendship (love story?) began with deception.

[bbugspray]

Ive been playing tomodachi life and I think my fave thing to come out of it is Harry and Miku being best friends

[fl1rtaciou5]

What they are like as a partner | (HP Men)

including: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Draco Malfoy

Harry Potter:

this guy is under an unfathomable amount of stress and bears the weight of impacting the future of the entire wizarding (and muggle) world, so he cherishes the small moments with you

the lazy weekends, sleeping in and playing exploding snaps in the quiet of his dorm

cuddling with you on the sofas in the common room, the roaring fire's warmth miniscule in comparison to the comfort of his body enveloping yours

that doesn't mean in the stressful moments he's absent

he confides in you about the stress and struggle, you are his rock

he loves to listen to you, whether it's as complex as your studies about the nearing arithmancy exam or the simpleness of how your day was

he is a yearner!

he always has either his hands or at least his eyes on you

he worries about what others say about him. not because he's concerned about other's opinions, it's because he worries about yours

he'll ask if his hair looks nice "is it fine? i can change it, it's no problem. whatever you want"

but he is also a member of the sassy man apocalypse.

most of the time it's directed at other students, mostly draco, but there are times he hits you with an eye roll or witty response

he is quick to apologize though

overall, he is an attentive and reserved boyfriend

Ron Weasley:

when he met you, it was like merlin himself bestowed the greatest, heavenly gift to him

with his millions of siblings and legendary and powerful best friends, it's hard for him not to feel inferior or covered in a mirky shadow

but since you decided to choose him, which he still doesn't understand, he worships you

he always mentions you in conversation. to the point that the twins start to tease him and mention you before ron can

he knows all of your favorite things: sweets, class, professor, shop, t-shirt, drink, food, color...everything

he doesn't have a lot of money, so he makes up for the lack of material gifts with the expert knowledge of you

he'll save you an extra pumpkin pasty because he knows you love them. he'll pick the flower on the way back from hogsmeade for you.

however, he gets jealous super easily. dean thomas asks for a quill from you -> jealous. harry asks you a question about herbology homework -> jealous. justin finch fletchley glances at you for a moment to long -> jealous

he is easy to soothe though, a kiss will solve quite anything. he's wrapped around your finger

he will defend you viciously around others, he'll never let a bad word about you slide around him

he loves pda, an arm around you at all times. a kiss before class and after. he wants everyone to know that you chose him

Neville Longbottom:

he showers you with compliments all day long and will be your number one supporter

he goes out of his way to tell you how much he loves your insecurities

he is very shy, and will always ask you for input

"should i wear this sweater?", "can i walk you to class?", "can we hang out later, no pressure"

new flowers every two weeks, they always include a variation of your favorite flower

loves study dates, especially herbology because it is one of the few things he exudes confidence with

always tells you how proud he is of you

doesn't like pda, he is very private with his relationship

but he is the first person to praise/congratulate you in your big moments

he gets picked on a lot by others and it does get to him at times, so be prepared to comfort him like he does for you

Fred Weasley:

he is quite the flirt and will take any chance to make you blush

a wink when passing in the halls, a quick innuendo whispered in your ear in class, and longing touches when out with friends

will never let you open a door for yourself, will sprint ahead of you to open the classroom door

has a reputation for being a prankster, and you are not off limits when it comes to being pranked

however your pranks are very light and silly compared to most of his other victims

you are the first person (besides george) he tells about any new idea for his joke shop products

you know the saying you're not just dating a person, but their entire family - this is true for fred

george and lee are almost always with the two of you, very little privacy

He once asked george to switch spots with him to prank you, you could tell right away once george didn't immediately try to kiss you when you saw him that morning

he does get jealous at times, but mostly when you laugh to hard at someone's joke, he is the only one who can make you laugh like that

will always include you when going out with friends and invite you to quidditch practices always

George Weasley:

he is definitely more reserved than fred, but is still very extroverted

more outward with his pda though -> arm around your shoulder or waist at all times

doesn't like to prank you because he would rather you be included and contribute to his pranks

is also a flirt, but it's mostly compliments and telling you how good you look

there is always a smile on his face around you

will also include you in everything he does, thinks, or says

jealousy just runs in the weasley family, but he will sit with it quietly and you will just have to wonder why marcus flint was left hanging off the witch statue by his robe the next morning

loves to tease you

will moves strands of hair away from your face and just smile at you

loves to stare you, whenever you look up from your potion in class his eyes are piercing into you

loves to give weird gag gifts to you, then right afterwards surprise you with something you actually wanted

Draco Malfoy:

rivals harry with his sassy demeanor, obligatory eye roll every thirty minutes

a hand at the small of your back guiding you when walking

a smirk is always on his face along with a suggestive comment coming out of it at the sight of you

always has his silver rings and chain on

will make fun of others with you

during his quidditch games, he will show off for you and point to you

will entertain other girls' attention, then call you over to show you off

cares about appearance a lot

will tell the sweetest stories about his mother, but only to you and in the privacy of a dorm

is a huge cuddler, but do not tell anyone he is very worried about that getting out

a perfect afternoon for him is harry tripping and embarrassing himself, and then cuddling with you in his dorm after

is very competitive, whether it's class performance or a quick game of wizard's chess be prepared for him to try too hard

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[daddiesdrarryy]

James: Excuse me, hello! Have you seen Harry? Dark hair, green eyes, smile that would shake the earth, hates pea?

5 year old Draco: A bald white man broke in today

James: WHAT? A WHITE MAN? NO! WHAT DID THE AURORS DO ABOUT IT?

5 year old Draco: Nothing!

James: TYPICAL!

[becauseheartsgetbroken-hs]

japanrry my beloved 💕

[seleneprince]

Unpopular opinion #2

Severus wasn't in love with Lily.

He had an unhealthy emotional attachment towards her because she was his first friend, the first person ever to be nice to him and whom he could trust. There isn't a single paragraph or sentence in the canon material that implies his feelings for her were romantic, beyond the patronus thing, and that doesn't necessarily mean it was romantic.

She was his best friend, they grew up together, and Severus' life outside of her was miserable (abusive parents, bullying, bigoted housemates, the death eater cause grooming him), so it makes perfect sense he thinks of her to cast a patronus. His only happy memories were probably with her.

She was his family, his anchor, and I dare to say, his sister. And when she died because of the prophecy he overheard, he felt like he killed her himself. He condemned the only person who ever cared about him.

That's why I can't stand the common interpretation of Snape as this lovesick/simp/obsessed stalker in memes and fanon stuff. He literally said it himself, in the books:

"I thought we were friends? Best friends?"

He didn't sound disappointed, or sad, or bothered. He was stating the truth of what he felt. He wanted Lily as his friend, nothing more. And like any normal person, he was broken when he lost her.

[iamnmbr3]

Diary Tom Riddle: We have so much in common! Both half-bloods-

Harry: Both my parents were magical so not really but ok.

Diary Tom Riddle: Both orphans.

Harry: My parents died because of Voldemort...

Diary Tom Riddle: Mine too! What are the chances?

Harry: ... (-_-)

Diary Tom Riddle: It's like we're soulmates.

Harry: Funny you should say that.

[cowboylikeyouu]

i'm in desperate need for a life changing fic but i'm too lazy to look for smth, pls send me your favorite fics

[itsriotmotherfuckers]

James starts fights, Sirius ends them.

James calls the shots, Sirius does the shooting.

James makes the enemy, Sirius holds the grudge.

[quarkfancam]

my pitch for a fake voyager episode called the descent where tuvok & the doctor get stranded on a planet with no comms and have to reach a low point with no interference to contact voyager. not based on any other star trek episodes whatsoever

[apparentlytheproblem]

j e a l o u s y

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- theodore nott

a/n: this isn't the best but it's something i wrote to one of my favourite bois, requests are forever open, luv, teddy

requested- yes

warnings- none i think-

Theodore Nott, the king of the hearts of the innocent with all his pride which no one could strip from him, all the power which no one could touch, the one so high from all, that no one would play against his will.

then why oh why was everything he had built for himself, his charm, his walls, his cool, all fumbling and crumbling beneath him when you arrived?

you weren't his girlfriend, why should he care what you did or with who you did. he shouldn't be bothered.

But it did

the music blared, and the common room was fully alive but his eyes never left you for the two hours in the Slytherin party after a excellent match as a bloke tried so desperately to talk you up. So desperate to get just a smile from his girl. its as if he actually thought she would want to be near him or his drunk antics which just seemed to light the fire in Nott more.

At this point he was stumbling attempting to twirl a strand of your hair as you tried to gently move away from getting beer spilt over your dress.

"touch her and i'll break your neck"

A hand slid through you waist, but it was the hand with a snake coiled ring you recognized by touch. the arm dragged her away into the crowd, leaving the bloke confused and high.

"how many bloody times have i told you not to that Nott?"

"as if you'd be caught anywhere near his pants"

"what if I did? atleast he shows consistent interest"

I shouldn't have said that

you thought he would be frustrated, or at least mad. instead he did the most unexpected thing expected from Theodore Nott. he revealed a smile spread out on his face. an absolutley stunning one where it showcased its dimples and made your heart do leaps.

"you're so cute, but not in a I wanna pat you head but in a I wanna push you up against the wall, and show that balding bitch who's name you'll be screaming for the rest of your damn life"

"And my darling, i will do everything in my power to show you that i am the only man you will ever lay eyes on as long as i live and breathe."

[novelistrry]

Wind picked up, swirling around the two as she approached him. There was a leather riding jacket hooked on one of the stable doors, and as she approached him directly, he unhooked it and propped it around her shoulders. Reaching down, he began buttoning it up, until his eyes met her.

The sheepish look she had on her face nearly brought him to his knees. “How were your dreams?”

Her face felt hot. Was it noticeable? “Are you teasing me?”

A smile danced across his lips, bringing his hand to her hair and softly caressing it. “Of course not, Princess.”

Or

Harry is a prince, Y/N is a princess, and neither of them know how to feel.

Tropes: Enemies to lovers, forced proximity, fake dating, tension, etc.

Warning: Mentions of panic attacks, nightmares, praise kink, deception, an awkward sexual encounter (consensual of course), etc! Also, this is not proofread.

Word Count: 4k, sorry it's so short D:

Part One

II. The Rain

Niall had been growing increasingly frustrated with Harry as the days passed. As Harry’s hand, and his best friend, he knew Harry was not as cruel as he made himself out to be. This plan of his, this deceit was one of the cruelest things Harry had ever thought of.

Everyday, Niall asked him if he really felt that this plan was sound, and everyday Harry would show remorse. Every now and again, Niall wanted to roll the words “you’re acting like a frightened child” off his tongue, but never could bring himself to hurt Harry’s feelings like that.

As wrong as it felt, as wrong as it was, his loyalty was not to Harry, it was to Y/N, which made him feel like scum at the bottom of a sea barrel. He could not imagine the guilt that was weighing on Harry’s conscience. He knew his friend. He knew his heart.

___ 

Y/N was floating on a cloud, the air smelled sweet like the grapes growing on the vineyards just South of the castle, and Harry looked so wonderful walking in front of her. A white linen shirt was loosely tucked into his riding pants, and his riding boots hit just under his knees. She could almost see his back muscles through the shirt. It was mouth watering, really. Y/N chose to walk a few steps behind him to admire what he looked like from the back, how beautiful his silhouette was.

As if he could feel her eyes on him, he turned. “Hello, dear.”

Her stomach coiled, and she nearly kicked herself for it. “Hi.”

Wind picked up, swirling around the two as she approached him. There was a leather riding jacket hooked on one of the stable doors, and as she approached him directly, he unhooked it and propped it around her shoulders. Reaching down, he began buttoning it up, until his eyes met her.

The sheepish look she had on her face nearly brought him to his knees. “How were your dreams?”

Her face felt hot. Was it noticeable? “Are you teasing me?”

A smile danced across his lips, bringing his hand to her hair and softly caressing it. “Of course not, Princess.”

For a second, she thought maybe he would kiss her but when Brad came out of nowhere, Harry’s hand immediately dropped, putting a chunk of distance between them. Y/N couldn’t help the way her face contorted with disappointment. The way he immediately put space between them almost seemed like he was embarrassed to be acquainted with her.

She never understood exactly what they were, exactly where the boundaries were. Sometimes it felt like they were utterly obsessed with each other, and other times it felt like they were merely conversing because they needed to. The winds grew harsher as Brad neared them. The sound of the wind was like a murmur in the air, musical and somewhat daunting.

Dark clouds had surrounded the palace, signifying rain, which was not ideal riding weather. It was much too dangerous. The sound of the wind replicating the kind of haunting music you would hear the string section play in a Royal Theatre added to the ominous darkness.

“Still doing it, Princess? I’m proud of you,” Brad clapped his hands together, in support of her showing up for riding lessons.

Harry’s jaw clenched together, and his eyebrow twitched as he licked across his teeth. If Y/N knew any better, she would have thought this is something he does when he’s annoyed, “Right, she does very well.”

Her mind rushed, flooding with everything Harry had said about letting Brad into his bed. Was he upset that Brad had complimented her, when he should be complimenting Harry? The pair were so hot and cold, it was beginning to give her whiplash.

Brad and Harry exchanged a few pleasantries as Y/N brought her fingers to Freya’s coat, getting acquainted with the horse once more. Freya was so lovely, and strikingly beautiful.

As Brad scurried off, Y/N had Harry’s completely undivided attention once more. 

“I want to get on Freya today.” Y/N spoke the words before she even fully thought them in her head. Her eyes went wide, but she knew why she said it. She wanted Harry to be astounded, to be completely winded with her.

Harry chuckled, tightening the bridle around Freya’s head. When Y/N didn’t say anything in response, he looked over at her and realized she was serious.

“No,” he spoke in a low voice, dancing around the subject with caution.

Anger swarmed her veins, like all of her blood cells had been replaced. Who was he to tell her no? Her ears felt hot, and Y/N’s nose scrunched. It was a habit she picked up as a young child when something didn’t go her way. Whenever she felt her nose scrunch and her eyebrows furrow, she felt like a small child demanding things go the way she wants. 

“What do you mean no?” She grabbed the bridle from Harry’s hand, and he couldn’t help the smirk that spread across his mouth. Y/N was even more endearing when she was angry.

Carefully, he grabbed her by the waist, spinning her around so that their chests were pressed together. Taking a breath as the harsh winds racked through the stables, he smelled the scent of her. Vanilla and cinnamon; mouth watering and sweet.

“It means that you are precious to me,” Harry clicked his tongue, eyes locking with hers as if he were trying to convey everything he felt through his eyes. “And you don’t need to impress me.”

“How do you know that I’m not ready?” Y/N’s jaw clicked again, the scowl still apparent on her face, even with his swoon-worthy words. She would not be swayed by his charm.

Harry glanced over to where her hand was white-knuckling the bridle. When she followed his glance, she realized that her hand shook slightly, a nervous habit she picked up after her bad experience horseback riding.

He realized that he needed to approach this delicately; she was stubborn, hard-headed, and did not like to be told she couldn’t do something. He, at times, was so similar to her that it was like they were different sides of the same coin.

She dropped her hand, a deep shame washing through her. It was like he knew everything she was feeling by the microexpressions fleeting across her face. 

He took her hands in his. Freya was starting to become an unwelcome third, because everytime he touched her, even in the most platonic way, she craved more.

“Don’t feel shame,” he said softly.

“I…” She trailed off, eyes glued to the ground. It was hard to look at him, and know that he was the picture-perfect prince, and she was so not. “I am not used to being… not good at something.”

Harry chuckled, and when she looked at him, she had never realized how he looked at her with so much delicacy. “I’m the worst sport you’ll ever meet, Y/N. If I am not good at something, it throws my temper. Just ask Niall. I wish I had an ounce of your poise.”

“Why are you being so nice to me?” She asked quietly.

“Because… Someone must have told you that it’s not okay to feel fear and I don’t like that.” Harry looped his fingers under her chin, forcing Y/N to take her eyes off the ground and look at him. “We start small, like you did when you were first learning as a child.”

He grimaced at the poor choice of words, comparing her skill level to that of a child’s. Y/N was so easy to discourage, and he felt like he couldn’t say anything correctly.

Y/N saw the grimace and let it go. “So what do we do today?”

“How about today you just sit on Freya. I’ll hold onto her bridle, and you sit in the saddle. No walking, no trotting, just sitting.”

She chewed on the inside of her lip. “For how long?”

“Not too long,” he promised.

And with that said, his hands were all over her, helping her mount Freya. As soon as she was up, her thighs squeezing the horse tightly, he was watching for her micro-expressions that told him he needed to help her off immediately. 

But she didn’t have any. If anything, a small smile formed on her lips, like she was proud she got on in the first place. Usually, she chickened out, but with Harry, she felt safe and cared for.

“You’re doing so well, Y/N.” Harry spoke, gripping the bridle closely. His hand rubbed her leg as she looked down at him. Swallowing, he realized he had been gripping the bridle with all his might, white-knuckling it the same way that she was earlier. Harry was feeling more nervous than Y/N was, and a deep sense of pride had him smiling from ear-to-ear as she confidently sat atop Freya.

She muttered an embarrassed-thanks, but by the way her head turned and her smile got bigger, he knew that she was liking the positive attention from her.

“You’re such a good girl, darling,” Harry said softly, his hands now resting on Freya’s sides to ensure she would not move.

“Me or Freya?” Y/N mumbled.

“Both, but I was talking to you, sweet girl.” She was melting.

Freya, feeling sick of their conversation and not being able to go anywhere, shifted her weight from one leg to the other. The sudden movement threw Y/N, causing a yelp to sound from her throat. Immediately, Harry dropped the bridle and reached for her hands, pulling her off of Freya and into his chest.

Whispering in her ear, he tried to soothe her before it led to a panic attack. “You’re okay, you’re fine. Sometimes they get tired of having all their weight on one side, just like us, so they move to get more comfortable. It’s normal,” he hushed her, “You’re okay.”

She shook slightly, but there were no tears or signs of panic in her eyes. As soon as Freya moved and Y/N yelped, Harry was there, pulling her head into his chest and reassuring her. 

“Thank you,” she muttered.

He pulled her away, enough to scan her face and make sure that she was actually okay.

“I think that frightened me more than it frightened you, Y/N.” He laughed softly, earning a grin from her. “That’s enough for the day.”

Harry led Freya back to her stable, removing the bit and bridle from around her mouth. Y/N overheard him promise to come out a little later and ride her, or let her run wild in the tall grass behind the stables for some extra exercise. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out an apple slice he had stolen from one of the breakfast carts in the hallway and fed it to Freya with an open palm. Harry’s intention was to have Y/N do it, to get over the fear of their massive teeth, but he thought she had enough scare for one day and didn’t trust her to set a boundary she was actually comfortable with.

Using her fingers, Y/N unbuttoned the coat Harry had put on her. She was fixing to put it back on the rack, where Harry had originally had it then head back inside, but he stopped her, letting her know that he wanted to stay out here for a while longer.

Walking together, they found themselves in a large tack shed with a bench for removing riding boots. There were so many tools and instruments for the horses and Y/N didn’t quite understand what they were for, but she had a feeling he didn’t bring her in here for a lesson on tools and riding equipment. 

As predicted, the rain began pouring. Pitter patters of rain, hitting the shed pinged off the wooden roof, some of the holes allowing for water droplets to seep in.. It was cold, but she felt cozy nuzzled so closely next to him. Harry was so warm and so safe.

As soon as the door shut behind them, their bodies were pressed together and his lips were merely inches from her own. “Can I kiss you, Y/N?”

She nodded, but then added, “Why won’t you do it in front of anyone?”

He spoke, now his lips pressed against hers, “This isn’t going to be a gentle peck, Y/N. How would they feel seeing my tongue on the inside of their precious princess’ mouth?”

Harry was so vulgar, sometimes the words that came out of his mouth shocked her, and the gasp that slipped past her lips, Harry used to slide his tongue along her bottom lip and pull her lip between his teeth.

Using the wall made from plywood, Harry moved her so that Y/N’s back was pressed against the wall. His thigh was fitted between her legs as his lips moved against her own. They stayed like this for a while, small moans falling from Y/N’s mouth, and each moan went straight to Harry’s core. He liked earning those from her. He liked being with her.

“I wanna feel you,” Y/N said, and even she was shocked by how outright she said it. With each day, she felt more comfortable expressing her needs to Harry, and when those four words tumbled from her lips, their faces still pressed together, he couldn’t help the vulnerable moan that escaped his own.

“You want my fingers or my mouth, doll?” Harry took a step away, so her body wasn’t smushed between the wall and his own. He wanted to see her face as she answered, as her eyes flickered around the room and she begged for either his fingers or his mouth.

She opened her mouth, then shut it again. That small bead of confidence was beginning to wither away. As if he could read her like the back of his hand, he understood that she was growing too bashful to respond.

“You want both my fingers and my mouth? You don’t have to say it, you can just say yes or no.” Harry tacked on the last end to make this experience as comfortable as possible. They hadn’t been together very much, but he always wanted her to feel safe with him.

“No, no.” She responded, looking down.

His brow quirked upward. “I’m not understanding, Y/N.”

Gently, she pressed a kiss to his neck, her tongue darting over the exposed skin as she suckled softly. It was almost like second nature, wanting to taste him everywhere. The moans that caught in the back of his throat were an added bonus to the sweet taste of his skin.

“You want to feel my cock, love?” He was trying to decipher exactly what she needed from him.

Pulling her lips from his neck, a soft string of spit attaching them together, she nodded her head. “I’m ready for it.”

He shook his head, “Not today, darling.”

She frowned, but he laced his fingers in between hers and led her to the bench against the opposite side of the tackshed. There, he sat, urging her to straddle his lap. She did exactly that, putting one leg on either side of him, so they were touching but their clothes acted as a barrier. 

Y/N’s breathing caught in her throat as she felt the thickness beneath his trousers. A devilish smile that she had seen him use on countless other people before spread across his face. Using his hand, he softly grabbed her by the throat and guided her lips back to his.

Their lips worked together; their bodies in tandem with one another. Naturally, her hips started to buck, begging for some sort of relief. As she felt him against her center, she tilted her head back, exposing her neck. Harry used this as an opportunity to attach his lips to her neck and taste her, breathing in the scent of her bath soap. She was so beautiful and enticing, it made his head spin.

As they moved together, her hips became sloppier and sloppier with each roll. He tasted so marvelous, notes of mint and lemon as their mouth worked together. Y/N hadn’t realized just how much she yearned for him, in every single aspect. Even when he was being so mean, she had longed for his approval. Now, she wanted him in every single sense of the word. With just his fingers, he stopped her hips from moving against him, a displeasing cry sounding from her at the loss of friction.

“You’re doing so well for me, darling,” Harry breathed out, slightly out of breath. “I think you need to take your riding pants off, though. You should be as close to me as you can.”

She nodded, and with much enthusiasm, she stood up and quickly unlaced her boots and removed her pants. As she did that, Harry unbuttoned his own, sliding them down to his knees, revealing his white-colored briefs. The sight of him nearly finished her then and there.

“Can I give a small lick?” She asked, not caring how depraved it sounded.

“Christ, Y/N. Yeah,” he breathed.

Y/N sunk to her knees, the cold ground was somewhat uncomfortable but she was too engrossed in Harry to even realize. Darting her tongue out, she licked him over his briefs. Just enough to wet the fabric of them so much that you could see the outline of him.

“Come here,” he whined, but he didn’t have it in him to be mortified with the whiny tone. Typically, he would be.

Like before, she straddled him, her center pressed directly on the hardness of him. Once more, she was moving against him, the pleasure so much more intense now that layers of clothes had been stripped.

He used his hands to guide her, and she mumbled something about how he was a trained professional. This must have stroked his ego in the best way possible, because suddenly he was bucking into her, begging for her to come with him.

Harry often had a tough time feeling comfortable enough to reach his pinnacle with another person, it was something so deeply vulnerable to him that sometimes he couldn’t do it out of sheer embarrassment for them to see him in such an exposed state.

But when he felt her hit her high, he couldn’t stop himself before he was coming too. With no warning, he finished, come spurting in between them and landing on his white linen shirt. Just watching him finish, made her eyes roll back in her head.

Shock washed through him as her hips halted against him. Gently, he removed her from his lap, standing her up. Frantically, he looked around for a rag, anything to wipe the sticky residue off his skin and before it could stain his shirt.

He didn’t watch her as she dressed herself, completely oblivious to the fact that he had no intention of showing her that part of him.

With a hot face, he asked for his jacket to conceal the stains of his come on his shirt as he walked back to the palace, “Is it okay if I have my jacket back?”

She shimmied out of his jacket, handing it to him. He quickly threw it over his shoulders and buttoned it up before muttering out, “That was really good. Thank you.”

Shuffling through some boxes, he found a pancho they used when it was raining but the horses needed tending. He helped her put the cloak on so when she walked back to the palace, she would be assaulted by the rain and grow sickly.

Y/N just smiled at him as he rushed out, letting her know he had somewhere to be. With very much confusion, she watched him as he hurried out the door, rain pelting him.

____

That night, Harry did not find himself going back to the palace immediately. 

Instead he wandered around the grass fields, too ashamed to face Niall or anyone else for that matter. Especially Y/N.

But as the sun began to set, and he knew Niall was growing more and more worried as each hour passed, he finally made his way back to the comfortable cottage Niall was staying in during their time at Y/N’s family’s palace. He was completely soaking wet when he returned, shoulders shivering. Niall ushered him to the fireplace, looking around for dry clothes that would fit Harry.

“Where have you been?” Niall asked, a clear tone of worry laced throughout his words.

And with that, Harry dropped himself onto the chair directly next to the warmth of the fireplace and spilled his guts. He told Niall about how Y/N made him feel like he couldn’t control himself, like he was a magnet that only responded to her frequency. He teared up as he told Niall what a terrible person he was for using her like this, and how it was going to feel even worse because his heart was already breaking.

And Niall, like the good friend he was, listened carefully and thoughtfully. Only when Harry concluded did he say, “If you like her so much, why don’t you call off this plan? It sounds to me like the plan is still on.”

“It is,” Harry confirmed. “I’m simply not good enough for her.”

Niall, knowing that he could not argue with Harry when he was in a mood as sour as this, rested his hand on his shoulder and offered a reassuring squeeze.

___

That night, Harry found himself sitting outside Y/N’s door, afraid that her scary experience on Freya today might haunt her in her dreams. With his back against the door, and tired eyes threatening to close, he waited to hear her screams.

He wanted to be there, to hold her and tell her it was okay.

Dorothea, hearing the sound of feet shuffling as Harry readjusted himself so that his earshot had a clear line of Y/N’s room, went out to investigate who was lingering in the hallway.

“Prince Harry?” Dorothea asked, wide eyed and confused.

Harry hummed in response, barely flickering his eyes up to meet hers. He was so tired, they were threatening to close.

“It’s the middle of the night, what are you doing here?” She was slightly delirious from just waking up.

“I’m on nightmare watch,” he muttered out and it took a second for Dorothea to comprehend exactly what he said to her.

“Prince, if she has a nightmare and calls out for you, I will come get you again. You do not need to miss sleep to wait outside her door.”

“And what if she doesn’t call out for me?” His tired eyes looked up, “Will you still come get me?”

“Yes,” she promised, reaching her hand out and helping him to his feet. “Go to bed, Prince. You need beauty sleep.”

He nodded his head, rising to his feet with her help and turning to the direction of his own bedchamber. “Can you do me another favor?”

“Hm?” The sound coming from Dorothea was soft.

Harry reached his hand behind his neck, massaging softly. “Please don’t tell her.”

Dorothea only nodded in response, a silent promise between the two of them.

[serazureph]

First year harry sketches, plus some warm up harry sketches and a self indulgent fluff tomarry sketch

[multi-fandom-imagine]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲.

Y/N Weasley may be a devoted mother, but before all the little Weasleys took over your world, you were Bill’s wife first.

And no matter how chaotic the home becomes, no matter how many little hands tug at you for attention, you never let Bill forget how much you love him.

You had a thousand little ways of showing it—each one making Bill fall for you all over again.

1. Your Soft, Knowing Touch.

•No matter where they are, you always find a way to touch him.

•A hand on his arm when you two talk.

•Fingers tracing over his scars absentmindedly.

•Running a hand through his hair when he lays his head in your lap.

•Bill could be talking about work, reading a book, or even just sitting quietly, and you’ll lean in and rest your forehead against his—just because.

•Whenever he’s stressed or lost in thought, you cup his face in your hands and whispers, “Still with me, love?”

•It always brings him back to you.

2. The Way you Look at Him Like He’s the Only Man in the World.

•Bill catches you staring at him all the time, and when he asks why, you just smirk and say, “Just admiring my handsome husband.”

•You love watching him with your children—when he’s carrying Felix your son on his shoulders or dancing with Lila your daughter around the kitchen, you just stop and soak it all in.

•Sometimes, you’ll just lay your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, whispering, “I love you more than you’ll ever know.”

3. How You Melt for His Scars (And Makes Him Love Them Too).

•At first, Bill was insecure about them, but You? You loved them from the start.

•You trace them with your fingers, kisses them softly, and tells him, “They don’t define you, but I love every part of you.”

•When he jokes about looking too wolfish, you just grin and pulls him close—

•“I don’t know, Weasley. I find your wolfish tendencies very attractive.”

•Whenever he’s shirtless, you run your fingers over his scars like you're memorizing them.

•If he ever doubts himself, you grab his chin, makes him look at you, and reminds him, “You’re still the most incredible man I’ve ever known.”

4. Your Teasing and Flirty Nature.

•You may be a sweetheart, but you're also a menace when you want to be.

•You whispers flirtatious comments in his ear at the worst times, just to see him flustered.

•“If you keep looking at me like that, love, we’re going to be late for dinner.”

•If he’s working too much, you steal his quill and sit in his lap until he gives you attention.

•You wiggle your eyebrows at him when the kids aren’t looking.

•If Bill ever gets too cocky, you lean in close and whispers,

•"You talk big, Weasley. Care to prove it?”

•And he always does.

5. The Way You Always Find Your Way Into His Arms.

•Bill’s favorite thing? When You seek him out just to hold him.

•If you two are in a crowded room, you always find him and leans against him.

•When you're lying in bed, you pulls yourself against his chest, fingers absently tracing over his skin.

•If he’s sitting? You sit between his legs, rests your back against his chest, and sighs like it’s the safest place in the world.

•If Bill has a long day, you just wraps yourself around him like a blanket and whispers, “You don’t have to be strong all the time, love.”

6. The Late-Night Kisses and Pillow Talk.

•No matter what happens during the day, you never let him sleep without reminding him you love him.

•You trail your fingers over his chest, talking softly in the dark about everything and nothing.

•Kisses his scars, his cheek, his nose, and finally his lips.

•“Sleep well, love. You’re everything to me.”

•If you wake up before him? You just lay there, tracing your fingers through his hair, smiling.

7. Your Fierce Defensiveness Over Him.

•No one—NO ONE—says a bad word about your husband and gets away with it.

•If someone insults him, your sweet demeanor disappears instantly.

•“Excuse me? That’s my husband you’re talking about, and I’d suggest you think twice before you continue.”

•Bill secretly loves it, watching you go full protective lioness mode.

•When a woman once made a passing comment about the scars, you firmly but politely corrected her.

•“They don’t make him any less of the man he’s always been. If anything, they make him even stronger.”

•Bill never forgets that moment.

8. The Way You Support Him in Everything.

•If Bill doubts himself, you won’t hear it.

•“You are the strongest, smartest, most wonderful man I know. And if you don’t see that, I’ll remind you every day until you do.”

•If he’s nervous about a mission, you press a lingering kiss to his lips and whispers,

•“Come home to me, Weasley.”

•If he gets frustrated, you ground him with a simple touch.

9. How You Give Him Your Whole Heart.

•Bill has never once doubted that you adore him.

•When he walks into the room, you light up every single time—even after all these years.

•If he’s talking, you listen like he’s the most fascinating person in the world.

•When he tells stories, you watche him, memorizing every expression.

•If you're in a crowded room, he knows you're thinking of him when you give him that smile—the one that says “You’re still my favorite person here.”

10. The Words You Whispers That Make Him Weak.

•“You’re everything to me, Bill Weasley.”

•“You gave me this beautiful life, and I’ll spend forever loving you for it.”

•“There will never be anyone else. Only you, always.”

•“I love you more today than yesterday. And tomorrow? I’ll love you even more.”

You are the Woman Who Loves Bill Weasley Best

You never let Bill forget how much he means to you—with your touch, your words, and the way you chose him every single day.

And Bill?

He falls a little more in love with you every single time.

[larrylimericks]

10Apr25

Some packages get you a yacht But work with the budget you’ve got: Tag along with the crew, Snap your breakfast for two, And trust that the X marks the spot.

[bandi-off]

I wonder which two cold boys souls met there for 10 days....