#protective harry

[eveningepiphany]

go with it | H.S oneshot

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summary: your ex boyfriend— someone you never want to talk to again— is searching for you at a party. trying to do anything to deter him or get away, you spot harry, and a plan comes to fruition.

warnings: cheating ex, surprise kiss, sexual tension, partial mentions of sexual stuff, love/hate relationship, protective! h, fluff, cuddling and lots of kissing

a/n: I’m sorry but this gif actually has me in a chokehold. his jawline, his chewing, his FROWN. literally melting 🫠

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There was never a day you thought you’d be b-lining to Harry of all people.

Especially not with the intention of once getting there, that you would be slamming your lips against his.

However, you already know you’d rather face a pit of blood-thirsty snakes then be forced into a conversation with your asshole of an ex boyfriend.

Who you know is currently seeking you out, because when you’d caught glimpse of him scouring the groups of people inside the kitchen, after coming back from the bathroom— your stomach dropped, and someone tapped your shoulder.

“He’s your ex, right?” The girl had said this with a light scrunch of her nose as she looked over to him. Her face riddled with a sense of disgust you couldn’t relate to more If you tried.

You had nodded, to which she replied, “Well, he’s asking everyone if you’re here and where you are. Going by his personality I’m assuming you’re gonna want to avoid that.”

You’d never wanted to hug someone more then her in that moment.

At the information she’d so kindly shared with you, your first priority was getting out of the house.

The front door wasn’t an option since he is near the only hallway that leads it it. So out through the back patio, where a smaller group of people were mingling by the fire, was easily your best option.

You knew this was where he’d be likely looking next, so you ran out the door. Unsure if you are about to just find a way to jump the fence and make your escape or…

Either way, you knew if he managed to talk to you, you’d be getting an unwanted earful of advances.

He’d beg with his nasally voice for you to give him a chance, and then go on about the same bitter ending you’d both faced. To his own fault, of course.

He was talking to multiple other girls over the damn state while you were together. And once you found out, it confirmed your outlook on his person.

He of course was charming and nice at first. But it was almost in a sleazy way when you think back to it. He’d yelled at you when you bought up his adulterous habits, and you never looked back after that.

Once you were outside, you were considering your options, but you spotted a person on the other side of the decking.

The second your eyes locked on Harry, it was a done deal.

If you were to seem like you were in another relationship, he would be much more likely to back off. Much more likely to never contact or try to find you again.

He was petrified of other men. Always felt so inferior around them. So this would be perfect, if you could just make it work.

All your past with him fell from the forefront of your mind as you practically ran in his direction. Maybe you had argued countless times over college projects and he could be a bit of an ass, but you still knew you could trust him.

He was leaned against the wooden beam of the patio, skin casted with a warm glow from the fire a few feet away, down on the grass.

He had a signature frown. One that creased between his brows and pouted his pink lips. Creating his almost intimidating persona. Protective in a perfect way.

“Harry.” You state frantically, moving at a pace you’re not used to, shoes hitting the wooden decking hastily.

His scowl deepened as he heard his name, being pulled from his intense train of thought.

“What—” He looks honestly pissed off, but when his gaze snaps to you, it softens a tiny bit. Still annoyed, but just a sliver less.

Also confused at your frantic and rapidly approaching frame, which is now suddenly breaching the usual metre-wide distance you both would maintain on any other day.

“Y/N? What are you—“

You plant your hands on the side of his face, and the look of surprise in his eyes is evident.

His cheeks are warm and smooth under your palms, “I need you to just go with this okay? Can you do that for me?”

He is struggling to make sense of the situation, let alone get a sentence out without being interrupted.

“What do you—“

“I— I’ll explain later just—“ you take a final glance over your shoulder, and see your ex inside still, but seemingly headed for the sliding door to come outside.

This drives the final surge of adrenaline you need to tug his face to yours, melding your lips together. His are puckered in tense shock, and a noise of surprise sounds from the back of his throat.

His hands jump to your hips, gripping them like he’s not sure whether to pull you closer, or push you away.

Your mouth moves against his, and he reciprocates with a sense of hesitation.

His own brain is in absolute overdrive. The interaction far to short to go from being people who merely tolerate one another to people who are currently kissing.

And somewhere inside of him he acknowledges the feeling of how warm your lips are pressed to his.

He senses your urgency now though, hands tensing around his jaw at the sound of the access door getting slid open.

Parting his lips, he impulsively drags his tongue over your bottom lip. You sigh a sound of almost gratefulness at his action.

Harry turns his body swiftly, pressing your back into the railing, his lips moving harder against yours.

“Y/N! Are you bloody out here?” A grating voice sounds, and he quickly picks up the pieces of the story he was missing.

The voice also pulls him out of the half trance he’d gotten himself in. Your mouth so warm, he genuinely forgot his own name for a second.

One of your hands slide down to the neck of his black shirt, securing it in an anxious grip.

The pace quickly picks up, him plastering himself to you as close as physically possible. Clashing mouths as he shadows your body with his.

“Oi, mate!” He ignores the yell, and is met with the footsteps of this guy coming closer.

“Have you seen—“

Harry pulls from your mouth, turning his head to look at the dickhead who you’re clearly attempting to get away from. And who just hypothetically interrupted someone’s makeout session— which is just fucking rude anyway.

“Do I look like I have?” Harry scowls, an angry tone over his voice.

The guy frowns, an ugly look casting upon his features, he steps closer, “No need to be a fucking di—“

He moved just close enough to see you, frowning, making sense that you were just essentially making out with someone, “Y/N I—“

“Can you fuck off? We’re in the middle of something here, that you’ve just so kindly interrupted. Read the room you twat.” His sentences come out harsh, and it’s clear he means it.

Your ex tries his luck a final time, “look I just want to talk with—“

And Harry interjects it again, “She’s not interested.”

You stay quiet, and at this he gets a disgusted look. It appalls you that he thinks you owe him anything.

There’s a stare down between the two men. But you can see in his face he’s intimidated. Also humiliated, that you’ve seemingly moved on with someone else, and that he’s clearly got no shot at winning you back.

“Fucking ass.” He hisses, and turns around, storming down the patio and back inside.

Harry turns back to you, shielding your frame with his. A sigh of relief passes through you.

You look a little shaken up, and he loosens the grip he has on you slightly. Both your lips still puffed and shining from the exchange you unexpectedly shared.

“Thank you…” you pant out, not sure if you’re out of breath from the situation or because of Harry.

The reality of what just happened comes pelting down on you both.

And it’s quiet a moment as you both clock over in your brains that you just practically made out. It takes a second for him to break the silence,

“So, stalker? Ex? Random guy who can’t take no for an answer?” He quizzes.

Feeling embarrassed, you purse your lips— but are able to to taste the remnants of his own mouth on yours. “Ex.”

“Ex?”

You nod.

“You sound surprised. Didn’t you think I could land anyone?” You scoff, trying desperately to bring back the usual snarky vibe between the two of you.

“No, not at all. Just that he was clearly batting above his level. He was a proper dickhead, and that’s rich when it’s compared to you.” You thank god he plays back into your banter.

But he pries further, “What exactly did he do to you?”

“Long story.” You attempt to brush it off, but he has none of it.

“Love, y’just came over here and slammed your bloody mouth over mine, and now you’re not going to tell me why?”

“But—“

“No,” he interrupts, still very close to you as he shakes his head, “No buts. Y’said you’d explain after.”

A sigh rattles out of you, feeling a little pathetic you’re telling Harry you got cheated on.

“He cheated on me. Like with multiple girls.”

To this, his face immediately drops.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. Unfortunately.”

He fights the overwhelming urge to go hunt him down and lay a hand into the side of his fucking face. An absolute scumbag.

“What a pathetic excuse for a man.” He scoffs, “Lucky to have even got a pretty girl like you, and he blew it.”

You flush, another brief wave of quiet falling over the two of you. His compliments throwing you.

You quietly speak again, “I’m sorry about the… kiss. Didn’t really get as much consent as I’d have liked.”

You did feel guilty, you don’t usually go forcing your mouth onto unsuspecting men.

“No, it’s okay. You did it for a reason.” He shakes his head at your apology, and in all honesty, he enjoyed it.

Somehow it meant more than many of his others have. And he can’t quite pinpoint why.

“I… I carpooled here so, I think I’m gonna call an Uber and go home ‘cause…”

You had no interest in sticking around, incase your ex comes back— and you don’t want to spend the rest of your night glued to Harry’s side, because you doubt he’d want that.

“You’re not catching an Uber home.” He scoffs aloud, fishing his keys from his back pocket, “I’ve only had one drink, I’ll be fine to drive, so I’ll take you.”

“Harry, no. You’ve already done plenty for me tonight, I’ll be fine—“

He grabs at your hand, lacing them together and beginning to walk you down the patio.

“I’m driving you home.” He states, leading the you inside.

He clutched your hand tight, eyes forward and uncaring of the heads that had turned your way.

You on the other hand had burned up at the curious— and quickly jealous— eyes.

Harry was by no means a whore. There were plenty of rumours of him sleeping with certain girls. Mostly outlandish stories that eventually fizzled out to nothing.

He’d had a few girlfriends here and there, but it’d been a while since. And he’s maybe had one actual fling over the last couple months.

It just seemed he was harder to get. And many women tried their luck around the school. Yet to no avail.

You cast your sight down, walking behind him out the front door. Relishing in the quiet surroundings of the front lawn, free of prying glares.

He unlocked his car that was parked on the side of the road, and he opens the side door for you to get in. Chivalry mustn’t be dead.

Once you’re both in the car, you fight the urge to say again that he really doesn’t have to take you, because it’s clear there is no other option on his end.

So instead, you let out a tiny thank you, and he nods while starting the car.

However, your self restraint only branches so far— matter-of-fact, you weren’t even out of the street— before you blurt out, “Everyone was staring.”

He veers his gaze momentarily to you, then flicking it back to the road. Silence stretches a moment, and he recalls the heat of your lips pressed to yours with no real prompt.

And when he thinks of it, the image doesn’t leave his head. It unwillingly transpires, into something that bubbles into the pit of his stomach.

He had to blink it away, grounding himself when he hears your nervous swallow.

“I— what?” He’s confused at what you mean, while you kissed? When you walked out?

“When we walked out.” You reply, and he makes sense of what you’re talking about.

“People will always stare. They’re nosey.”

“I know.”

There’s another breath of silence, until he laughs, so suddenly that it almost makes you jump.

“Where am I going?” He asks, still chuckling as he realises he’s literally just driving aimlessly.

“Oh.” You sputter out a laugh as well, rattling off the side of town he needs to start driving to.

You wish you had more to say to him. That’s conversation usually flowed easily— filled with the sarcastic retorts it usually is. But now all that sat between you was a thick, hot slab of tension.

It wasn’t bad— not by any means— but it was easy to tell both of you were stuck in your own head. And you fear you’ve fashioned a permanent problem between the two of you.

Your voice only cut through the quiet once you were a few blocks away from your house.

He hummed acknowledgements to your each set of directions, and before you knew it, you were pointing out your house to him.

As his car pulled to a stop in the driveway, he didn’t hesitate to turn off the engine and get out.

Confused, you follow suit anyway, but wondered if he was about to walk you to your door.

And you weren’t wrong. Somehow, the guy who seems hardly like a gentleman, is waiting to walk the maybe 15 steps with you from his car to your front door.

You get your keys from your small bag, looking at him with an undeniably curious gaze as you meet his side.

He follows in sync by your side, hands in pockets. All the way up the patio steps, and he falls to a stop when you do, still next to you.

“Thank you for driving me home…” you smile, and can feel an unwilling red colouring spread over your cheeks.

“Was nothin’. Glad you’re home safe.”

“Were you seriously worried about me?” You frown, yet it’s undeniably endearing his concern for you.

A tiny scoff sounds from him, “Obviously?”

“That fuckin’ twat of an ex you have hardly seems like a good person. And who’s t’say he wouldn’t follow you home from that party and…” he stares off in thought, jaw clenching.

“Harry.” You state, stepping forward, wrapping a single hand around his wrist.

“Thank you.”

His distant gaze was snapped away at your touch. He’s never really considered himself an overly violent person, but your ex was easily about to change that.

And he hardly can pinpoint why. Or not yet.

The only thing he knows he wants to do again in sudden clarity, is kiss you. It almost shocks him, because he hasn’t felt an urge as strong as this in forever.

“Can— I need you to just go with this.” He mutters, being the one now very suddenly invading the gap between you both.

He’s mimicking what you said when you kissed him, yet you don’t realise “I’ll explain later.”

His hand cups the side of your jaw, and he leans to brush his lips against yours, a breath of relief fanning out his nose after finally feeling the contact.

You’re stood on your porch, and Harry is kissing you.

And somehow you’re all the sudden kissing him back.

Not because there’s someone you’re running from. Not because you have to. Because you want to.

He pulls you closer to him, allowing his teeth to graze your lower lip. Causing your hands to card through the hair at the nape of his neck.

You both play a back and forth game. Full of lips against tongue and tongue against teeth.

Until you’re both panting and running out of new places to map out with your hands.

“Care to explain?” You retort gently, stricken of breath.

He hums in the back of his throat, barley a rumble as he trails his mouth along your jaw, and down to the base of your neck.

“Is this enough of an answer?” He asks, sucking the skin between your two collarbones between his teeth.

Your knees almost give out at the sensation, and even the pressure behind his harsh mouth.

A near whimper comes from you, and he licks over the slightly bruised spot before he pulls back.

He cocks an eyebrow, expectant of your answer, despite having such a skilled mouth you’re pretty sure you forgot your own name for a second there.

“I— yes. That was… plenty.” You nod.

“Did it because I wanted to, and y’have an incredibly hot little mouth.” He provides anyway, a laugh coming from him as he pecks your cheek. All gentle, all loving.

You’re lacking for words completely, and can only lean your head against his broad chest. Unsure what exactly you’ve sparked between the two of you this evening, but simultaneously not caring of the future right now.

“I’m also probably not going to be able to stop thinking about it…” he whispers.

“Stay.” You blurt out, and then clarify a few seconds later, “The night.”

He chuckles at this, “Are you trying to get in bed with me now? Moving very quickly, sweetheart.”

You flush, “Not everything is about sex, you fucking addict.”

“So you were inviting me to stay the night so we could cuddle?”

“I was.” You affirm, despite not being opposed to his idea either.

Grabbing his hand, you lead him to your front door. Unlocking it and making quick work of sneaking him inside without the one of your three lovely housemates hearing.

All the others were luckily out at varying parties, and the only girl still home— Grace— sleeps like a log.

“You seem like a bit of a professional at sneaking people in.” He smirks, kicking his shoes off and leaving them in the corner of your room.

With only the lamp turned on, he’s lit with a warm glow, and he looks beautiful.

“Comes naturally when you live with housemates that are like your best friends. They wanna know everything.” You go to your cupboard, pulling out a jumper to change into.

He watches as you pull it over your head, yet managing to unclip your top and bra off underneath it.

“Impressive.” He nods at your easy change.

“I’m taking my pants off.” You state, “and not in a sexual way, perv.”

He lets out a defensive laugh, “I’m not a perv! You’re the one stripping off.”

You unbutton your jeans, sliding them down your legs to change over to sweatpants. His gaze strays around your room and you smile at his respectfulness.

Once you’re changed, you sit on the edge of your bed.

You lock eyes, and he gives a sly smile, not waiting to tug his shirt over his head and unbutton his own jeans.

You cover your eyes, sarcastically scoffing, “yea well, I didn’t plan on getting fully naked, but you go right ahead.”

“No different if we went swimming, darling. Still have my underwear on.”

You don’t get to reply as his hands tap your knee, “Budge up.”

You uncover your eyes, being met with his toned chest and calvin klein briefs.

Obliging silently, as he gets under the covers with you. The two of you rearrange until you’re comfortable.

Your head perched on his side as you cuddle into him, arm over his abdomen. His own arm curled underneath you.

“This is… an awfully weird situation we’ve ended up in.” You laugh. Because you’re cuddling in your bed right now, and if you told yourself even yesterday that would be happening, there no way in hell you would have taken it seriously.

“Guess it is.” He shrugs, turned his head to look down at yours.

“Still hate your guts.” You whisper.

“Mm, i don’t think I ever even hated you.” He muses.

You laugh, “Is that so?”

“Seriously,” he nods, “you’re too pretty. And even though you’re annoying, and can’t admit when you get a project question wrong, i think I have a little bit of a soft spot for you.”

“Gross.” You say, but he can hear in your tone— and the way it nearly shakes— that you actually are a little worked up over his minor confession.

“Cmon, you can’t even admit you like me a tiny bit?”

You shake your head, blushing profusely as you try to hide it.

He tugs you further up, so he can look at you properly, “You’re blushing though. Like you always seem to do when I get a bit sappy. Which is my most recent observation of you.”

He doesn’t let you respond as he presses another kiss to your lips again. And you smile into it unwillingly.

He pulls away mid-kiss, letting you whine a little at the abrupt ending to it.

“Admit it, and we can keep kissing.” He says, and it draws an eye-roll from you.

But he somehow knows it will work, because you quickly crack under his ultimatum, “Fine! Yes. I like you— just a little bit.”

To your response he laughs, murmuring against your lips, “I’ll take it, I suppose.”

He presses another kiss against you, and you press back again.

It becomes another makeout session, but despite being the third one of the night, it’s the first time hands can skate against mostly bare skin.

Which his own palms find their way under your jumper, and one cups gently at your breast, flicking over your nipple while his tongue dips into your mouth.

That’s as far as it goes for tonight though.

He kneads the flesh there softly, until you’re panting into his mouth with a heat budding between your legs.

Somehow there’s an unspoken not tonight agreement.

And you know that despite how needy you feel for him, it’s definitely for the best. And you’re still shocked you made it this far with him.

You roll into him further, chest rising and falling quickly as you sigh out to him, “I lied.”

“When?” He sounds completely unconcerned, despite your risky sentence starter.

“Before, when I said I only liked you a little bit.”

He chuckles at your response, “How was that a lie, hm?”

“I like you more than a little bit.”

“You’re sweet, darling.” He strokes his thumb against your ribcage, “so do I.”

To this you smiled. Eyes growing heavy at his rhythmic touches and soothing voice.

And his gentle words are the last that you hear before you fall asleep against his chest.

Both filled with a warmth you haven’t felt in a long time.

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[harry-styles-obsessed]

Paparazzi

request: can you write one where Harry and y/n get swarmed by paparazzi really abruptly and one of them hurts her either accidentally or on purpose and Harry flips? Tysm!

A/N: I love this idea! Thanks so much. I found this gif and omg it’s of a fan who got hit by paparazzi and Harry stuck up for them immediately!! Such a kind soul and pretty convenient for this story… lol! Enjoy(:

©️ please do not copy or translate my work.

“C’mon. It’s getting busy let’s just go home.” Harry’s voice was soft as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, lifting up the two small takeaway boxes that were filled with your left over food. It was always a risk being out in public especially for Harry because it would only take one person to spread the news then it would be nightmarish. He secured his arm further around you leaving a few money notes on the table as a tip for the waitress before he walked out with you keeping his arm around you, boxes of food held underneath his arm as you both walked in the direction of where Harry had parked.

As you continued walking Harry started looking around and you knew what that meant: paparazzi. He often had the knack for spotting cameras taking pictures of him and once again his “sixth sense” didn’t fail him. “Harry are they following us?” You asked anxiously his green eyes locking with yours “just keep walking.” His arm slid down to your waist as he began making you walk at his speed, attempting to lose the photographers— they weren’t even photographers. More like money hungry assholes who just loved to ruin every moment to get a simple picture of celebs. It was stupid. You leaned into harry further feeling your nerves wrap around you shaky breaths leaving your mouth.

“Mr styles!!”

“Harry over here!”

“How does it feel being in a relationship with the Harry styles?”

“Hold still!!”

Mixtures of yells came from all around you suddenly, loud running which sounded like a herd of elephants only made your heart race in your chest “keep your head down.” Harry spoke quietly and you did as he said, keeping your head down him doing the same as he kept a tight grip on you guiding you through the crowd of rowdy paps. Your eyes couldn’t comprehend the amount of flashes blurring your vision the brightness blinding you almost as the paparazzi continued to yell at you both, purposely getting in Harry’s way to get a shot of his face. God were you glad you were wearing jeans. You had heard horror stories of paparazzis taking pictures up celebs partners dresses or skirts which was beyond fucked. “Have you got anymore upcoming films?” One paparazzi spoke to Harry, god they were not giving up were they. “You’ll find out soon enough.” Harry muttered harshly through gritted teeth, yet his lips remained in a thin line making him look calm despite wanting to punch their faces.

“Y/n does Harry satisfy you in—“ “hey, man shut the fuck up.” Harry demanded glaring into the paparazzis eyes, the man right in front of you as all the other greedy men took loads of pictures of Harry’s face Harry quickly pulled you round to his other side getting you further away from the vile man before he grabbed your hand intertwining his fingers with yours, repositioning the food into his other hand as he pulled you gently through the crowd. Snaps of the cameras were heard as the lenses focused on Harry’s face, his eyes, your terrified expression some of the photos blurry and unusable but some good the paparazzi’s clearly proud of their work yet they didn’t stop.

“We’re so hungry Harry! We’ve been working all night whilst you fondue with your girlfriend!” Fondue? Was this pap serious? For fucks sake. You rolled your eyes before Harry abruptly stopped shoving the food into the paps arms “there. Take the food and leave us be.” He demanded the one pap immediately leaving clearly happy. God did you hope he didn’t try to sell “Harry styles’ food’ on eBay. Harry tugged you further away as the car soon came into view until all of that went to the back of Harry’s mind as suddenly one of the paparazzis behind you purposely pushed you hard— taking a picture of you as you plummeted to the ground, camera catching your ass the cruel man grinning— Harry’s grip on your hand making sure you didn’t hurt yourself as he quickly helped you stand up again before he looked back at the paparazzi “it’s so rude to do that” he spat out, glaring at the man Harry’s jaw remaining clenched “did you take a picture of that?” He soon asked taking a threatening step towards the man “harry…” you whispered yet your voice was drowned out by the sound of the cameras taking hundreds of pictures their desperation showing. “No.” He spoke smirking but Harry wasn’t impressed instead ripping the camera from the man’s neck before looking through the pictures which consisted of your ass more than anything Harry’s eyes dangerous as he looked at the photographer with cold eyes “how fucking dare you.” He spoke before shaking his head “you’re going to delete all these pictures right fucking now.” He demanded you reaching out to touch his arm “harry its okay I—“ “no way am I doing that. That’s all my work.” Harry clenched his jaw but tried to remain calm “fine. Thanks for the free camera.” He spoke coldly before shoving the man back and grabbing onto your hand again as he hurriedly pushed past the paparazzis ignoring their yells as he walked you to his car opening the door for you helping you get in before he shut the door,

“That’s my camera mr styles! You take it and I’ll sue you!” The man yelled Harry glancing at him knowing he shouldn’t do this but he didn’t care at this point “here— catch” he threw the camera at the man, the camera sliding through the man’s hand and crashing to the ground the lens smashing “oh no. That was your fault.” Harry spoke sarcastically before he got into his car shutting the door and locking the car before he reversed, the tyre of his car rolling over the camera— the paparazzi shouting, hitting the window “you’re so done!” He yelled at Harry and Harry paused rolling down the window “you have an issue. I’ll see you in court.” He spoke simply knowing the man wouldn’t even dare to take it to court as he would have a whole lot of list of allegations against him. Sexual assault. Assault. GBH. Everything. Harry then drove off abruptly his hands clenched around the steering wheel you breathing heavily as you stared down at your hands, hands trembling slightly. Harry didn’t say anything the whole drive but eventually his hand came down to rest against your thigh which he squeezed gently, thumb caressing over the material of your jeans attempting to comfort you.

“Are you okay?” He soon spoke only earning a nod from you, the car stopped at a red light before he reached over grabbing onto your chin gently as he forced you to look at him “are you okay?” You nodded sighing shakily “they’re just assholes.” You murmured softly and Harry chuckled “assholes one way to describe them… they’re greedy for money and attention. Something I won’t give them.” You sighed holding onto his hand tightly “I won’t let that happen again, y/n.” He spoke but he was promising that he wouldn’t let it happen again. No way. He then intertwined his fingers with yours bringing your hand up to his lips pressing a kiss to the back of your hand but he meant it. If the paparazzi tried to do anything again he wouldn’t just let them off with a warning— he’d break all their cameras even if he had to pay for new ones he didn’t care. Cameras could be replaced. You couldn’t…. And he knew that damn well. He couldn’t lose you, ever. He wouldn’t.

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Amortentia

"Mr. Potter!" a reporter shouted as Draco and Harry stepped out of the restaurant. "Mr. Potter!" And not just any reporter, Draco noticed. Finn Leonard from the Prophet; handsome and tall, absolutely fucking viscous. "Mr. Potter, a word?"

He felt Harry tense beside him, his entire body thrumming with irritation. "If I say no, will you leave us alone?" he snapped.

Leonard grinned, sharp and shark-like, "Rumor has it that Malfoy's got you under an imperius."

Harry rolled his eyes and tugged Draco along, "Come on," he said.

"Love potion?" he called, still trotting along behind them, "Care to comment on Amortentia? That's what one of our close personal sources-"

Harry had his wand drawn and had spun to face Leonard in an instant, pinning the other man to the brick wall. "Say one more fucking word," he hissed, voice deadly quiet.

"Harry," Draco said, tugging his arm, "It's not worth it."

"Why not?" Harry asked, glancing at Draco out of the corner of his eye before turning his burning gaze on the other man who'd visibly paled and was swallowing apprehensively where Harry's wand was shoved against his adam's apple. "Why shouldn't I?" he continued. "I'm Harry Potter," he added lowly. "I can do whatever I want; The Prophet has commented on that for years now. Who's going to prosecute me?" He looked Leonard up and down, "You?" He huffed a scorn-filled laugh, "you print utter horse shit and everyone knows it. Who would believe you over me?"

"If that were true, you wouldn't be threatening me at wand-point," the wizard pointed out, in spite of the way that his knees were knocking.

"Give it a try," Harry laughed, "print it in the paper tomorrow. See what happens. See how fast you're fired." He took a step back and held his hands splayed open in front of him. “Print a word of that rubbish about love potions and I’m coming for you with a lawsuit. That’s slander,” he added before spinning around and grabbing Draco’s arm.

They’d apparated away before Draco could say another word. The moment they landed, Harry’s hands were on him, tipping Draco’s chin up, “are you alright?” he asked gently, so terribly gently.

He nodded, blinking away from his gaze. “I’m sorry,” he murmured softly.

“For what, baby?” he asked, drawing him into his arms and kissing his forehead, his nose, his chin.

Draco shrugged, “that you always get harassed because of me. That we can’t ever just go out for a nice dinner. That-”

“Hey,” Harry said, carding his fingers through the short strands of hair on the back of Draco’s head. “It’s not because of you. It’s because of them; they’re ignorant arseholes. My affection for you doesn’t change because of them.”

“You deserve-”

“To be happy,” Harry finished. “And you make me so happy. So I don’t give a shit about what he or anyone else has to say. You’re mine and I’m yours. And that’s all there is.”

He leaned his forehead against Harry’s, “I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you.”

Harry laughed and kissed him again, “the feelings mutual, my love,” he assured. “The feeling is mutual.”

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Written for the @hdcandyheartsfest prompt ‘amortentia’

[foolforharrry]

Bunnies And Buckets

Word count: 2.8k words

Summary: Protective Harry to just pure fluff at the end.

This doesn't really make all that much sense. Again. It went a lil away from what I had planned initially.

But i hope you like it anyway. And if you wanna read more of my work, I have it all linked on my masterlist.

Any feedback would be greatly appreciated and if you have any requests please feel free to give them to me and I will do my absolute best to do it.

I love you 🫵🏻

“You’re imagining things, darling.”

“Am not!”, I protest, scowling up at him accusingly. “You totally fell asleep.”

Harry rolls his eyes, “I could tell you everything that happened at any time during the movie. Name a scene and I’ll prove it.”

“What did they do to the rabbit?”, I inquire. He tries his best to make it seem like he’s just building suspense and proving me wrong. We both know it’s useless because Harry dosed off exactly around that scene of ‘Now You See Me’.

The fluffy curls around his ears sway with the same wind that’s turned the tip of his perfect nose red and tinted his cheeks in the same colour. His arm is draped across my shoulders, keeping me tucked into his side as we stroll through the quiet park. The barely illuminated short cut peaceful and inviting despite my fear of the dangers that lurk in the darkness.

There hasn’t been one moment since we started down this gravely path where I’ve felt an ounce of fear or anxiety. The warmth and comfort of being so close to Harry quiet my mind in a way I had never experienced before him.

“It was turned into a pigeon.”

I almost feel bad for shaking my head, with how confident he seems in his answer. Magic tricks have never really been Harry’s thing, so I’m not exactly sure why he was so intent on going to see this movie in the first place. He has a habit of falling asleep if whatever movie or show we’re watching isn’t engaging him enough.

“Better luck next time pretty boy.”, I quip at him, momentarily tightening my arms around his waist.

If it weren’t for the way Harry is guiding us both, I would probably have tripped over my own two feet from how much I keep looking at his gorgeous face.

“Last time I’m taking you to the cinema, I swear.” The slight upturn to his mouth gives away that he’s not serious, but nevertheless, I give him my best pout, “Do you not want your girlfriend to be happy anymore?”

Harry opens his mouth to reply, but he’s interrupted by an unfamiliar voice popping our bubble.

“What are you doing out so late at night, sweetheart?”

Turning around at the speed of light, Harry keeps me behind him protectively, my own body tensing up with the immediate discomfort that settled in the pit of my stomach the second that sleazy voice spoke up.

“She’s with me. Now leave please.” Harry is curt and crystal clear, shoulders broad and tense as he stares at the man who’s leisurely closing the space between himself and Harry and me.

Everything about this stranger feels wrong.

From the way his eyes drag up and down my body to how he’s clearly intoxicated. The brown paper bag disguising alcohol gripped tightly in his hand and the way he’s stumbling every other step. He looks to be in his twenties. Dark messy hair and an expensive-looking suit.

“C’mon, popstar. Don’t be like that.” He slurs out, directing his attention to Harry now. “Big star like you? Bet your little whore wouldn’t mind being shared a little, huh.”

My nose wrinkles in disgust and I feel like I could throw up when his droopy eyes meet mine. The way he looks at me makes my skin crawl. I’m about to tell Harry that I just want to leave, but before I get the chance to he’s taking a strong step forward, making the man stop in his tracks.

“What the fuck did you just say?”, he snaps in a tone I’ve never heard from him before. It’s low and angry and he sounds dangerous.

But in the fucked-up state of mind, the stranger just laughs maniacally as if Harry had just delivered the funniest joke he’s heard in his life.

“Harry, leave it.”, I beg Harry quietly, gripping his arm to get his attention. “He’s not worth it.”

I’m not even sure if he heard what I said as he doesn’t budge when I tug on his jacket.

Instead, Harry takes another step forward, leaving me to wrap my arms around my body as a sort of shield from the anxiety that’s making it difficult to catch my breath.

“I’m gonna give you one chance to get the fuck out of here before I break your nose.”

The man stops laughing, instead straightening himself, gesturing to me, “You willing to ruin your squeaky-clean record for some cheap slut?”

Before I can even process what’s happening, the man is on the ground and Harry is standing over him with his whole body vibrating with anger. I can see Harry’s mouth moving, forming words at him, but all I hear is noise.

I can feel my own body shake with all the strong emotions ravaging my veins.

Our night changed so quickly that I’m not even sure how we ended up here.

One moment I was teasing Harry about how he had fallen asleep at the cinema, feeling so safe and serene, just disgustingly content. And now I’m frozen. From fright or shock or disgust or all three, I don’t know.

It isn’t until Harry’s face morphs from fury to concern when he looks at me that I realise that there are tears tumbling down my cheeks.

“Oh, baby c’mere.” Harry wraps me up in his arms and I fall into him instantly with a sob. Clinging to his back as if he would disappear if I were to let go of him even for a second. My face is smushed into his firm chest, no doubt staining his jacket with salty tears and mascara.

Shushing me, Harry keeps a protective hand on the back of my head as he rubs my back to help me calm down all while coaxing me to walk with him.

And I do, blindly setting one foot behind the other and trusting him to not let me fall.

“I’m fine, I promise.” Harry steps in front of me, blocking my access to the staircase.

“You’re not.”, I tell him. “You need to ice that hand.”

As he’s about to protest again, I grab his wrist before gently brushing my fingertips against his knuckles. The contact has Harry whining in pain and ripping his hand away from me, cradling it to his chest. “Ow! What’d you do that for?”

“If you want that to get better faster, you have to ice it for a bit.”, I explain even though I know he knows it. “Acting tough doesn’t help.”

Harry considers it for a moment before he steps aside, “Ok, you win.”

Cupping his jaw, I stand on my tippy toes to plant a kiss on his lips, Harry’s hand automatically going to the small of my back. “Good boy.”, I say jokingly before giving him a last peck and bouncing down the stairs to fetch him his frozen back of peas along with a tea towel.

The “You’re lucky I love you” that was sent my way nearly had me tumbling down the last couple of steps from laughter.

Harry is in the exact spot I left him, a grumpy pout on his lips.

“Here.” I hand him the towel-wrapped bag of peas, which he accepts, a small thank you mumbled as we make our way down the hallway, turning right and into our bedroom.

Even though we don’t officially live together, it might as well be ours considering that every time Harry has time off, he stays here.

At first, I was shocked he even wanted to come visit, let alone sleep here since I have two roommates. Now, a year and a half later, he adores them and they’re equally fond of him. It’s gotten to the point that Lauren said she and Vera would kick me out on my ass and give my room and space in the fridge to Harry if it came down to it.

Can’t say I blame them.

Harry wraps his arms around my waist from behind, pulling me out of my thoughts as I relax into him and his familiar scent. That is until I feel a freezing cold hand sneak under my shirt and lay flat on my tummy.

The stark contrast in temperature has me screeching and pushing his hands off me, careful not to hurt his bruised one.

The words die on my tongue as I watch Harry double over in laughter, bracing himself on his knees to keep upright. Any frustration I had at him for that freezing cold hand dissipates and turns into swarming butterflies as I can’t help but join him, my demonic laughter joining his.

Once we’ve both calmed down, Harry hugs me again, this time without the cold. Instead, the loving kiss he places on top of my head has a warmth travelling through my whole body.

“I love you, and I’m so sorry about what happened.”, he murmurs, nose buried in my hair.

I shake my head. “There is nothing to be sorry about, my love.”, I tell him for what feels like the hundredth time.

He has been apologising so many times for punching that man ever since it happened.

“No, there is.”, Harry protests, pulling away enough to look me in the eye, his hands cupping my face tenderly. “I don’t know what came over me. I was so scared for you just thinking about what could’ve happened if you were alone. And when he said those things, I just snapped. And I shouldn’t have. I should’ve gotten us out of there and not escalated it. I scared you and I fucking hate myself for-”

“Hey, stop that.”, I interrupt him, “I get why you did it, baby. If he spoke about you like that I would’ve punched him too.”

Harry laughs at that, and the sound tugs a smile on my face automatically.

Still, I tell him seriously; “But you didn’t scare me. He scared me. People like him scare me. What people like him do scares me. Never you. You’re the person I feel safest with than anyone else on this whole, stupid planet.”

“Do you promise?” He searches my eyes as if to see if I’m lying when I tell him yes. The relief that washes over his face when he believes that I’m being 100% honest is like someone just smoothed out all the unusually harsh lines that contoured his features.

“Plus. You defending my honour was kinda hot. I’m not gonna lie.”

Shaking his head, Harry rolls his eyes playfully, “You’re fucking impossible.” “You love it though.”

“I do.”, Harry nods, dipping down and connecting our lips in a sweet kiss, my eyes fluttering close as I hum into it.

I’m never going to get tired of the feeling of his soft lips on mine.

“Ok, wanna make that bucket list now?”, Harry asks once he pulls away, caressing my cheek with the pad of his thumb. Nuzzling into his hand, I nod, “Yeah. Let’s do it.”

Reaching into my nightstand drawer, I pull out my journal and pencil case while Harry lights the lavender-scented candle on my desk, sending me a sweet smile when our eyes meet. While I’ve always been a sucker for scented candles, my love for them is nothing compared to Harry’s.

Almost as if he read my mind, Harry says; “We need to order some more candles. I found some online the other day if you want to try something new.”

“What were you thinking?”, I ask as I slide onto the bed, my back against the various pastel-coloured throw pillows. Shuffling in next to me, head on my shoulder Harry lets out a relieved sigh as he holds the cold peas to his hand.

“I thought cherry, pomegranate or pumpkin sounded pretty nice.”, he tells me.

Kissing the top of his head, I hum in agreement. “Yeah, let’s buy those.”

“Now. Let’s get this bucket list going, shall we?” The excitement in his voice is infectious and I can’t help but smile as I flip to the first free page in my tattered, leather-bound journal.

I write ‘Bucket list’ in large letters on top of the lined page. My heart swells in my chest when Harry takes the black pen from my grasp and takes a minute doodling flowers and small hearts with a line across the middle. His tongue pokes out in concentration and the only sounds in the room come from the tip of the pen dragging across the paper and Harry’s soft hums.

“You’re so damn adorable.”, I speak my mind, making Harry stop what he’s doing, a half-smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he lifts his head from my shoulder to look at me. “Yeah? You think so?”

“The cutest.”, I confirm, booping his nose with my pointer finger. A squeal leaves my mouth when Harry tickles my stomach. A smile bright enough to light up the world on his face as I firmly plant his hand back on his thigh, my cheeks flush with colour.

Harry kisses my shoulder as he settles his head back against it. “And you call me the cutest.” He says it as if it’s one of the most ridiculous things I’ve ever uttered out loud.

As soon as we get started on the list, it grows with points neither of us even considered until now. Everything from wanting to adopt a pet bunny and name it Dora to parachuting. It’s as if the second we let ourselves just say all of our little hopes and big dreams without judgement crossing either of our minds.

“Are you serious, Harry?”, I ask him through tears of laughter. The shock of what came out of his mouth had me clutching my stomach from laughter for the past few minutes while Harry just observed as I tried to catch my breath with amusement and fondness on his face any time I managed to keep my eyes open for long enough.

Once I’ve calmed down, Harry kisses my burning cheek lovingly before he says matter of factly, “Anyone would want to have sex on a pile of money.”

“Whatever you say.” I don’t question it anymore and write his wish down right below dog sledding. “I can’t think of anything else right now.”, I confess.

Harry smiles softly at me. “Me neither. But I think we did pretty good.”

“Me too.”, I agree. “Where were you thinking of crashing a wedding though?”

He thinks for a second, the crease between his eyebrows deepening in thought, “I haven’t thought that far ahead yet. But I wanna give a speech to the happy couple.”

“What would be in this speech?”

“Seeing that we would wait to crash this wedding for a few years, I would reminisce about the time I got married to my loving wife, Helga. Throw in some words about how I hope they have a marriage as happy as ours. And of course to remember that if either of them snores as bad as Helga, earplugs are their new best friend.”

I brush the curls that have fallen in front of his eyes back off of his forehead again. “And who is this Helga you’re married to in the future?”

“We can’t use our real names, now, can we?”

I’m not quite sure if it’s the meaning behind his words or the way he’s looking at me as if I hung the moon for him or both but before I know it, my throat is tight with emotion and I’m burying my face in the crook of Harry’s neck to hide the tears that are leaking from my eyes.

“Hey, darling. What’s wrong?”, Harry asks, wrapping his arms around me. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“You can’t just say shit like that and expect me not to.”, I whine, more tears wetting the warm his soft, warm skin.

“Oh, my love.”, Harry chuckles, “I thought I’d made it obvious that I wanted to put a ring on you someday.”

Detaching my face from his damp neck, I warn him; “That’s not fucking funny, Harry.”

“I’m not fucking joking.” The impossible warmth that spreads from my heart and fills my whole chest from his words as he swipes the tear streaks off my cheeks with his thumbs has more falling from my eyes. The pure sincerity and love bathing in his sage green eyes make me feel like I’m floating on a pink cloud, and I never want to get off.

What if I don’t ever want to marry you?”, I ask teasingly.

Harry doesn’t miss a beat, “Then I’ll keep asking until you’re so sick of hearing ‘Will make me the happiest man alive and marry me?’, that you’ll just have to say yes.”

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[blouisparadise]

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1) Your Sins, My Vices | Explicit | 12,582 words

Louis hates soulmates. Harry has waited his whole life for one.

2) You’re All I See In My Mind (I Think I See A Lifetime) | Explicit | 16,312 words

Kitten hybrid Louis gets kicked out of his house. With nowhere to go and a very cold and stormy weather outside, he ends up wandering into Harry’s shed to hide from the thunder and rain (he gets terrified by it). Harry hears crying from the shed so he goes to investigate.

3) A Little Bad Luck | Explicit | 17,237 words

"What the fuck do you mean, they quit?" Louis asks.

This man—demon, whatever—looks over at Louis with a withering glance before tossing the apple he's eating. It misses the trash can by about a foot, falling to the floor of Louis' kitchen and definitely leaving a sticky residue that he's going to have to clean up later.

"You kept getting yourself into trouble and their afterlife experience became too stressful, so they quit. After the fifth guardian angel quit their post last week, there were no other volunteers, so that's where I stepped in. I was getting bored of welcoming souls into hell anyway...they're so goddamn whiney, I'm always like, bro, just shut the fuck up—"

"So you're my guardian demon," Louis says flatly, cutting the demon/man/thing off before he can get any further.

He smiles largely enough to show dimples, which seem like a completely inappropriate thing for a demon to have.

"Exactly," the demon confirms.

4) Sweet Revelation, Bitter Wine | Explicit | 20,786 words

An enemies to lovers AU with Harry as the infuriating demon that activates Louis' demon slayer curse.

5) Thawing Permafrost | Explicit | 22,556 words

Louis is from the frozen mountains of Glacien. Harry is from the searing desert of Calidius. They come from opposite worlds, but all it takes is an arranged marriage to bring them together as one.

6) Never Been So Defenceless | Mature | 23,333 words

Harry always thought he’d falter in the face of danger, because no one can ever be truly ready to see their loved one in danger. Even with the warning that’s literally inked into his skin, all the training Harry’s done, and all the hours he’s spent in the gym, nothing could’ve prepared him for how it feels to look up and see the glint of a knife under the streetlights.

7) Close To Nowhere | Explicit | 34,589 words

Louis and Harry are psychics who kind of hate each other. They go to Tennessee to investigate a haunting.

8) Spoonful of Sugar | Explicit | 42,900 words

Note; This fic is the sequel to this fic.

Louis Tomlinson cares for his family above all else, a fact that’s led him on a twisted path peddling drugs to support them. Just as he’s made the decision to jump ship, Louis gets snared between the two largest crime syndicates in the city. To keep his family safe he’s forced to trust the man that failed to keep his promise two years ago, the resident drug lord he’s unknowingly been working for, Harry Styles.

9) Once Burnt, Twice Shy | Explicit | 52,644 words

Louis and Harry are polar opposites in every way. Where Louis is a bestselling author from the city, Harry is a small-town firefighter who’s never left his home. Where Louis is spontaneous and spirited, Harry is introverted and calm, never straying from routine. When an ill-fated accident and an exceptionally intelligent tabby bring them together, they are forced to confront their pasts and forge a better beginning for themselves.

Will sparks fly, or will it all go up in flames?

10) If You're Out There (I'll Find You Somehow) | Explicit | 55,916 words

Harry looks so intensely into Louis’ eyes it’s as though he’s reaching in and touching his very soul. “I never thought… I never… I’ve been searching for so long, Louis, but I never gave up. I couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop trying,” Harry says, bottom lip trembling as he strokes the backs of Louis’ knuckles. “I just knew that if you were out there, I’d find you somehow.”

11) Just A Flicker In The Dark | Explicit | 57,204 words

Louis is a struggling witch desperate to prove himself after yet another magic disaster and finds a calling in the haunted house of client Niall Horan. Things get more complicated when he’s assigned a case partner: acclaimed medium and ex-boyfriend, Harry Styles.

12) From Chaos | Explicit | 62,764 words

Tale as old as time, a villain falls in love with an already taken hero who only wants to kill him.

13) I've Got You | Explicit | 62,988 words

As a reward for saving the king's life, Harry is offered omega Prince Louis' hand in marriage. Neither of them has any interest in the union going forward, and so they concoct a plan to prove to the king that they are far from a perfect match.

14) Crowded Town Or Silent Bed, Pick A Place To Rest Your Head | Explicit | 63,577 words

“Poem. I made you a poem.”

“Oh yeah? Can I hear your poem?” Louis turns on the car and exits the school building.

“Wait.” Louis takes a glance and sees his daughter struggle to open her bag, strained thanks to the safety belt. “Aha!” She shouts when she finally finds the wrinkled paper. She clears her throat dramatically. “My mama is cool, because one day he took me to the pool. My mama is beautiful, and I feel grateful. My mama is pocketful, because his pocket is always full.”

Louis ruffles Chrys’ hair making the green-eyed kid groan and swat his hand away.

“You think I’m beautiful?” Louis’ voice is soft.

“Well, duh. You’re the most beautiful person on Earth, mama.” She pauses for a moment. “Although, Uncle Zayn is beautiful too. But, still, you’re the most beautifulest.” She grins.

Louis’ heart clenches at that. Not because she just said he’s the most beautiful person in the world. But, because of the way she said it. Awfully similar to the other person who has the same green eyes as her. And the way she grins after that, identical.

15) Feeling Borrowed, Always Blue | Explicit | 68,210 words

Louis has been dreaming of his wedding since he was young - he just never expected it to happen like this.

16) Lost & Found In Oblivion | Explicit | 74,779 words

Omega Louis decided to hire an alpha for his heat to ease his touch deprivation, but little did he know everything would grow into so much more.

17) Strawberries & Cigarettes | Explicit | 76,763 words

Two stories, eleven years, and the two boys that never stopped loving each other.

18) Echoes & Omens | Mature | 100,707 words

Echoes of the dead come in many forms. Their imprints forever tied to the ones who'd killed them.

Louis Tomlinson is able to track the dead using their echoes, they call to him. He's used that gift to aid Scotland Yard in their investigations, with the hopes of studying Criminology at Cambridge University. He's lived a life of privilege and good fortune as a Marquess, son of the late Duke Tomlinson, with his life mapped out since day one.

Until two terrible truths are revealed.

One, he's adopted.

Two, his biological parents are London's most notorious serial killers.

19) Among the Humans | Explicit | 129,435 words

A gothic, modern day vampire romance between a young human named Louis Tomlinson, and Harry Styles, ancient vampire and gentleman.

20) Love Me Until The End | Mature | 207,130 words

AU where Louis, an Omega, is the head nurse of the hospital in charge of running the nursing staff. Harry, an Alpha, is a highly respected surgeon working at the same hospital. They also happen to fall in love.

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[gumballavocadoharry]

Ties before guys:

Ian. The most charming cache to roll off your lips, and the most beguile image of a bulky muscled dark blonde, silver eyed, cleft chin and a magnetising smile. He lit up your world like a thousand lights that floated within the stream of the midnight river.

Ian had this protective complex where anything that could be a threat, was a threat. So, he would wrap his girthy arm around your shoulder and menace any guy that would look you up and down with coquettish grins or stares.

But there was one guy who wouldn't allow himself to be swindled by this 'charmer'; Harry, your older brother. Harry would shoot Ian's intense looks back with pieces of his own; glaring at any little edgy thing the hunk would try to pull. You saw it as a friendly competition between the two over who could protect you more. But it was anything but friendly.....Harry hated the guy.

Ian was a jock like; he was nice and sweet to you, but everyone else, he would be exceedingly cruel towards. Especially Harry. Ian deep down was jealous of the bond you both had with each other and how protective Harry was of you. So it no doubt became an issue when he saw you were dating an awful man like Ian. Of course, like all the lovesicks of the world; you were too blind to see the bitterness of his double side.

Harry tied his long locks into a bun, while sitting on the couch waiting for the 'monster' to arrive. "Harry, he's not a monster. Of anything he's a huge sweetheart," A snort escaped from a disgruntled Harry. "I bet he is." Sarcasm bit into you from the auditory irk your brother had created now in the thick of the tension.

"And isn't this 'sweetheat' an hour late?" His voice now smothered in exasperation. "Maybe he's running a little late, but don't worry, he'll be here." Harry nodded, looking down with pursed lips.

He wasn't shy about expressing his antagonism for Ian, and you were no stranger to knowing this. Finally a knock at the door sounded and Harry sprung from the couch before you could even glance to the door. "Hi, is yn re-"

"Where were you?" Harry questioned, the frown still not leaving his face. "Hi babe, sorry about that." You interjected. Since when do you have to apologize? Harry thought. Ian wrapped you into a tight hug, squeezing your thighs more provocative than justifiable. Harry sharpened his glare at this but softened at the notion he forcibly suggested. "How about I go with you guys to the movies?" You squinted your eyes, in clear vivid annoyance, but Harry couldn't care less at the maddened gesture.

Ian looked at you, sharing your annoyance but utterly and disgruntledly agreed, seeing at the lack of free choice in this situation. On the car ride, Harry drilled Ian with questions. Steam was pouring from your ears and you could just about punch Harry for pestering your boyfriend all because of his inquisitive desire to be overprotective. Gosh, even Anne didn't act like this!

Upon arrival, Harry did just about everything to get in between you and Ian: standing in the middle of you two and pulling you away from him, sending you off to get popcorn and drinks and staying behind to interrogate Ian. You growled at this, and became obstinate in wanting to be around Ian.

During the movie, you made Ian sit next you on the opposite much side much to Harry's chargain. Ian didn't hesitate to make a move on you once given the chance. He grouped your breast in his meaty hand; which bothered you.....but you assumed all couples took things physical at one point.

Harry glanced over, and pressed a tight angry glare to Ian.His teeth almost turned sharp to the points and his face grew hot and red; seething with vexation at this jock. Your eyes silently screamed for help, but your mouth was pursed tight, taking in every moment of being taken advantage of. Whether you believed it or not.

That night, after coming home, the air was silent yet brittle. Harry knew what happened, and you knew that he knew. Ian was at home and you decided to busy yourself with the dishes. "I'll help you," your big brother suggested, "Oh it's okay-" But Harry had already plopped on an apron and some gloves. You gulped back any mention of Ian as you knew that's what Harry was going to talk about.

"Good movie," You started, Harry nodded before placing a fork into the clear water side of the sink. His heavy breath rhymed a hollow mood, the more he shoved the dished into the sudsy bubbles and then clearing them off for you to dry.

"You know, Ian is an amazing-" "I don't like him at all Yn," Harry's bluntness took you for a ride. The curve he threw at you was something unexpected as he was very heedful with his words. Harry noticed your flabbergasted look, and didn't inch it off your face until he explained himself.

"I saw him trying to make a move on you while at the movies. He groped you Yn and I could see you were very uncomfortable." Anger rose inside of you. Deep down, Harry was right about feeling the bile of being seen as nothing but a mere sexual barbie doll to Ian. He didn't respect you, but you had another reason for staying with him.

You were terrified of the guy.

He stood a few solid feet above you; towering over you like a lanky tree. His bulky muscles could easily dominate you in strength, and his thick hands could pin you with every breath. But nonetheless, you still didn't think it to be Harry's business.

"Ian was just trying to cuddle. And besides- you barged in on our date!" "I'm glad I did, or else I would never have seen that! Yn, Ian is no good, and I really don't want you seeing him again."

"I can date whoever I want! You're the one getting in the way of our relationship all because you can't accept I'm growing up and have a new man in my life!"

"Yn-"

"No! Forget it Harry. You're the one who's no good for me!" You slammed the dish down before running upstairs to your bedroom. You knew you hurt Harry, but you didn't care. In fact, you wanted to hurt him. You slammed the door and threw yourself onto your bed and cried. Everything Harry said was true, and the olid truth ate at you like a virus. Nothing could shake that feeling of not having what you needed in this relationship.

Heavy footsteps; ones you distinguished to Harry's pattered up the steps and past your bedroom, stopping for a minute and then continuing to his bedroom. You both stayed silent that night.

The sun was up and you layed in bed just staring at the little dust bunnies that were illuminated in the sunlight, floating around.

You pondered heavy on what Harry had said. Despite the zealous of silence between you two, you still took heart of what you're elder brother had said.

So, you set your ambition on calling Ian up and asking him to meet you at the park. Ian became excited, thinking this was a date. But your heart raced at the thought of being alone with Ian. But not completely.....at the park, in front of hundreds of people who could call the police if needed. "I'm off to the park," You announced, coming into the kitchen where Harry was eating his breakfast.

"Ok." He plainly said, still swollen at the arrows of words you shot into him last night. You met Ian at the park as promised, where he stood in a tight t-shirt, muscles bulging out of his arms assertively.

"Hey Ian," Nervousness was more of a covering than the yellow tanktop you chose. "I called you here because.....I feel like our relationship isn't working. We want two different things and- I just don't think it's going to work out....I'm sorry."

You wanted to walk away, but Ian's eyes turned red- his teeth clenched and his rancorous arm reached out and grabbed yours. "Yn, you don't see we're perfect! It's that stupid brother of yours isn't it!" Ian's aggression scared you. It shook you into a paralyzed stance. "I love you Yn,....and you're going to see that when-"

"GET OFF HER NOW!" A voice behind you yelled. You quickly turned to see Harry, grab Ian's arm and shove him away from you. You were astonished by the bravery Harry exhibited, despite Ian towering over him. Harry quickly ran to you and turned you and himself away from Ian.

"Are you alright?!" Your brother asked, eyes burning with fear, anger and adrenaline. You nodded, collapsing into Harry's arms. Even Ian's steroid like muscles didn't feel as safe as Harry's.

"H-how did you know I was here?" Harry smirked, "You said you were going to the park earlier.....I just had a gut feeling about Ian....and I felt you were in danger, so I followed you and when I saw him grab you like that..." Harry's jaw clenched. He grabbed your face gently and looked into your eyes. They twinkled with a fierce amount of protectiveness. "I just just couldn't let anything happen to you."

You cried into Harry's arms. "I'm sorry. For everything that I said. I didn't mean it....you were right and you're the best brother ever." You sobbed.

"I know," Harry's cheekiness meant you had been forgiven. Well, you always were.

You both walked home, arms wrapped around each other. You didn't need Ian to make you feel like a true lady.....you had Harry for that. The first and greatest man in your life. Your brother's love was more than enough for you.

[lonely-teddy-bear]

I know you’re not doing requests right now. But I just had to send this while I was thinking about it. What about something with you being out at a club with Sarah, Mitch and Harry- you and Harry are just friends cause you had recently met. You and Sarah are on the dance floor when a guy gets too aggressive with you and Harry swoops in the get him away from you and make sure you’re ok. Maybe being touchy with each other after and maybe it turning into something from there. -🍯

a/n: oh honeyyyy this with lhh !!! enjoy bestieeee. this had been in the drafts for a while fyi lol

pairings: jealous!lhh x f!reader

wc: over 2k

warnings: the audacity of men not taking no for an answer, aggression, fighting, little to no smut just some touching and kissing.

Loud music surrounded the bodies of hundreds, moving theirs hips and heads to the sound of the music. The cold air and the music was the first thing that Y/n noticed but didn’t have time to enjoy it, to inhale it into her blood stream. She was being dragged away by the hand into the dance floor, Sarah having wanting to go dancing for so long and decided that tonight was the night. Y/n wasn't a fan of clubs but if the drinks were free and she was with he friends than what could go wrong? She loved the feeling of the alcohol in her system, the sweat already dripping down her body.

While they danced together, laughing at the moves they did together, Harry was with Mitch on the side of the dance floor. They watched them but as well talked to each other and to other guys that decided to join them believing that Harry and Mitch were watching some random girls. But to Harry Y/n was anything but random.

Y/n knew that she was being watched, Sarah having pointed out how Harry was looking at her most of the time and how there was guys around looking. It could have been because of the the tight black skirt and the of the shoulder grey shirt she was wearing, along with some black boots. Y/n was the definition of not caring, wasn't one to dress up or down but she dressed in the most easy going way but in her own style. Although her style did change a lot and it secretly was because of Harry.

Harry was going through his rocker phase and Y/n couldn't help but to change her style as well, for her liking but deep down she did it just to try to get his attention.

Of course whatever she did caught his attention. Especially right now when a man who didn't look any older that 30 was going towards her. It wasn't rare for a man to go up to her and dance with her but it never really happens when Y/n is with Sarah because most of the time people would get the memo.

But not this man. He only saw a beautiful woman, dancing with her friend probably because she didn't have a man to dance with, or so he thought.

The minute the hands touched her waist and the sudden whispering to her ear, she jumped and pushed him away. "Hey man, back off." Y/n said, not wanting to give him the impression that she was into him because she was not.

"Awe come on baby, don't be like that. I see the way you're dancing with your friend. You're lonely, you need a man to dance with." The man tried grabbing her arm again but Sarah pushed them away, telling him to fuck off but he didn't seem to take a hint because he laughed and grabbed Y/n's waist.

"Dude I said fuck off, I am not interested." Y/n started trashing around, pushing him away as hard as possible. As many people as there was around it seemed as if no one was paying attention or they just didn't care at all. "Calm down you bitch, I'm doing you a favor." Y/n gasped and punched the man in the nose, finally letting her go but didn't have a chance for the man to react because he was being turned around and being punched again. Y/n back away, Sarah running to her and grabbing her into a side hug.

"I called the guys over. It's okay now." it was not okay, for Y/n it wasn't okay, because this would have gone wrong if Sarah or Harry wasn't there, hell even if Mitch wasn't there. This had been one of the reasons why she didn't like clubbing, because things like this could happen at any minute. Yet it happened while she was with a friend.

"SHE SAID NO AND YOU STILL TOUCHED HER? YOU FUCKING PRICK."

Y/n and Sarah were looking at Harry screaming and punching the man, Mitch trying to hold him back but looked at the girls helpless because no one wanting to step in. The bouncer was no where to be seen but it wouldn't help either because Harry was well known at the bar, so this wasn't a first.

Sarah pulled Y/n to the side, trying to get her away from the commotion and to that she drank, not wanting to remember the night and hope that enough alcohol in the system would make the feeling of the mans touch go away. She was feeling gross, wanting to scrub her body raw but knew she had to wait to get home. While y/n was drinking Sarah was speaking about how man are so disrespectful to woman but y/n wasn't listening to her. She was just drinking and listening to the deafening music.

The feeling of a hand on her shoulder snapped her out and caused her to jump, throwing her drink to the person.

"Holy shit, Y/n, it's me. Sorry for scaring you." Y/n quickly placed her glass down and grabbed as many napkins as possible while mumbling how sorry she was. Y/n wasn't paying attention on what she was doing, only that she needed to clean Harry because she wet him with her drink. Her hands were shaking and she kept mumbling how sorry she was but all that Harry cared about was whether if she was fine or not.

Harry lightly pushed he hands away from where they were in his shirt, almost having them unbuttoned. He placed his hands on her the side of her face and made her look up at him.

"Breath, Y/n. You are okay, I'm here now. Let's go get you cleaned up." At first, Y/n was confuse as to why she would need cleaning but then saw where Harry was looking. Her hand had been bruised and some blood were on it, from hitting the guy in the nose. She hadn't known she had done some damage, only knew that Harry had continued the conflict.

The walk over to the bathroom was silent, mostly because the loud music was getting in the way and the talking was annoying at that point. They both wanted to get out of the place, wanting to be home or just in a secluded place, anywhere but the club. But the closest thing that they could find was a unisex bathroom and no one questioned them or tried stopping them when they went in together. After the scene most people knew about what had happened and who to avoid.

Closing the door behind and locking it, Harry walked Y/n over to the sink, her looking around the bathroom amazed of how it looked. It wasn't a dirty bathroom but it made sense since the club was a well known and hard to get in club.

It had white tiles but there was red lighting which made it look good and not dark. The toilet was straight forward and the sink was on the side, having enough space for a person to do their whole makeup, or have a person to sit on. Harry did just that. Picked up Y/n and placed her gently on the counter, looking at her in the eyes to make sure she was okay.

Y/n was perfectly fine, in fact she was past fine. The previous events already forgotten and her mind right on the person that was currently wetting a paper towel next to her. She couldn't believe what was happening but also it was only happening because of the situation.

Harry placed himself in between Y/n legs, neither of them noticing of the position they were in but they could feel the tension because it was there and obvious and the stupid lighting was making it worse. Their heartbeats were beating fast and they swore that they both could hear each others breathing get faster and deeper. But Harry was too focused on the bruised and bloodied hand that he didn't care if Y/n could hear his heart beating for her. In fact he wanted her to hear it. Y/n in the other hand was staring at Harry, seeing how his jaw would clench and his eyes are focusing on her hand, making sure not to hurt her and inspecting it, making sure it wasn't broken.

"Can you wiggle your fingers for me?" Y/n nodded, looking at Harry in the eyes but Harry smiled at her waiting for her to do it.

"Oh right," she blushed and looked down to her hand which had moving fingers. "Sorry," she whispered.

Harry moved her head back up to look at him with his bloody hand under her chin. "You need to stop being sorry for things that aren't your fault. None of this is your fault and you need to stop apologizing for every little thing." Sorry was on the tip of her tongue but held back and instead nodded. Harry moved his hand away and placed it on her knee. Y/n gasped and held his hand up close to her, trying to see his injuries.

"Oh god Harry, are you okay?" She quickly tried to get off the counter wanting to go get some wet towels but Harry stopped her, shaking his head at her. "I'm okay, love. You are the one I'm cleaning, not the other way around." Without intention, y/n pouted. She wanted him to be clean and take care of him but he wasn't going to let her, not when it was his choice on doing it.

"Well can I at least dry your shirt?" Y/n gave Harry puppy eyes, hoping that he would just let her do it but even that he wouldn't let her do.

He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, not looking away from each other. Harry removed his shirt and threw it to the side of the sink, causing Y/n looking at the material feeling the need to wash it.

"Leave it, y/n." So she did and looked back at him. He was looking good under the red lights, the sweat on him made him look hotter under the light and y/n couldn't help but to close her legs and crossing them together, wanting to relief the tension between her legs.

Harry noticed, his eyes got darker, or it could have been the lighting but what was obvious was the clenching of his jaw. He slowly walked back towards her and slowly moved his hands towards her knees up to her thighs. "How are you feeling?"

She didn't know if he meant emotionally or physically because either way she was feeling the same. Hot, in pain and aroused. She had touched herself to the thought of him and dreamed about this exact moment but she never knew that it would happen. Neither of them knew that they liked each other and when Harry saw another man touch his girl he knew he couldn't let it go. No man was going to touch what was his and he wanted to let them know. With a nod from Y/n, Harry pushed her legs apart and placed himself in the middle, the need to be closer to her winning.

Without hesitation, Harry leaned in and kissed her. A moan escaping from both of their throats, the feeling of each other finally coming true. The kiss was gentle at first but then Harry moved his hands up to her waist and pulled her closer. Her skirt rose up higher, her legs being exposed and the only thing in between each other was his pants and her underwear. The feeling of her covered center touching his waist made her moan, Harry's tongue going into her mouth, tasting the rum on her lips and the sweet taste of cherries from where she was eating them earlier. He couldn't have wanted this more than he does right now and knowing he was the one kissing her and making her moan out to him turned him on. He wanted to fuck her in the counter but knew that he wanted to do it with her for the first time in his bed, or her bed. As much as both of them wanted to rip each others clothes in the bathroom in a popular club they wanted their privacy.

Harry moved one of his hands up to her head, slightly grabbing her hair and pulling her head back, moving his lips from her lips down her jaw and to her neck. He wanted to make her his, it was all he wanted and it was the only thing that was running through his mind. Meanwhile, Y/n was enjoying the slight groping of her dream man, her right hand was on Harry's head, pulling on his hair as well but couldn't help but to move her left hand down to in between them, touching the bulge that was poking her leg.

At the feeling of her hand touching him he stopped kissing her neck, moaning out her name. "Y/n, stop. Not here."

She wanted to ask why but knew that he was right. Not in this bathroom, not while we have blood and alcohol in our body.

Harry looked her deep in the eyes, his hands resting on the counter next to her legs, leaning in towards her. He glanced at the mark in her neck, a smirk appearing in his face, looking proud of his work.

"Now everyone will know you belong to me."

:)

[harmonyandco]

When Ron is enamored with Fleur fourth year, someone tells him that he should shoot for some in his league, like Hermione. This results in Hermione overhearing Harry ranting about how Hermione is out of Ron's league… and admitting he never made a move because she's better than Harry as well.

@johnburtonlee

[sitp-recs]

Hi Liv!❤️

Could you please recommend a low rated fluff with a soft and gentle Draco in need of care and Harry coming to his rescue🥰

This might not really fit your preference, but if you know of any such fics I'd be very-very happy.

Have a great day!

Hi anon, of course I can share some recs! As you know I’m a bit particular about down & out Draco so this is my personal interpretation of your ask combining soft Draco and a protective Harry caring for him. These are mostly hurt/comfort, I hope they work for you!

Slow Hands by eleventy7 (T, 10k)

Blood, shadows, and paper hearts. The Shadow hunts students, but Draco Malfoy most of all.

Solve Us Like a Mystery by tryslora (T, 11k)

When Harry stops in at the bookstore where Draco works, they find a surprising shared interest in mysteries. Draco doesn't expect to see Harry again, and he definitely doesn't expect to become the subject of unexpected investigation that may endanger the life of his unborn child, and at the same time, may bring him the kind of happiness he never thought he'd have after the war.

Nobody by @dorthyanndrarry (T, 12k)

Junior Auror Potter runs errands, takes witness interviews, does paperwork, and gets the coffee. Rarely, very rarely, he's sent out on the most routine calls, such as when Draco Malfoy misses a meeting with his parole officer.

Said and Unsaid (or, The Value of Knowing When to Stop Talking) by bryoneybrynn (T, 15k)

When the Interrogator asked if he had anything to say on his own behalf, Draco shook his head, his lips pressed tight in a thin line. There was nothing to say that wouldn’t sound like an excuse.

Benevolence and Redemption by silvered_glass (M, 18k)

Draco's the most unlikely Auror recruited to the department in at least three centuries. Ostracised and unwanted, he's been on paperwork duties for the three years since he finished training.

you've got the antidote for me by Kandakicksass (M, 20k)

When Harry Potter unintentionally severs their soulbond before it can fully form, Draco Malfoy resigns himself to a slow death and decides not to burden Harry with a soulmate he's made it very clear he doesn't want.

Vortex by @xanthippe74 (T, 20k)

The idea of perfectly-matched soulmates feels more like a curse than a blessing to Draco. Who would want a soulmate who was a schoolyard bully, a Death Eater, and a convicted felon? Certainly not Harry Potter. And Draco is determined to take this secret to the grave.

To Hurt and Heal by cassisluna (T, 21k)

They say that everybody who gets out of Azkaban comes out a little mad. After the war, Draco Malfoy spends three months in Azkaban. He just wants to go insane in peace, but Harry Potter finds that he, inexplicably, still can't leave Draco alone.

With Great Yawns and Stretchings by sugar_screw (T, 22k)

The coffee is very good. Really. And the cats are so cute. That's why Harry goes so often.

UnKnown by @dorthyanndrarry (M, 22k)

Draco just wanted a second chance, he was willing to work hard, he was willing to do whatever it took, but no one would let him live down his past. But when he recklessly casts a spell promising a new life, he's not prepared for the consequences...

(You’re A) Revolution @stargazing-enby (M, 23k)

Eight years after the end of the war, Draco Malfoy stumbles into Harry’s shop in the middle of a storm—no wand, no backstory; no signs of having lived in the country since the Battle of Hogwarts. During their first encounter, Harry promises—and the words sound like an old mantra—that he'll figure out Draco's secrets eventually.

Safe As Houses by @xanthippe74 (T, 24k)

After five years abroad, Harry’s thrilled to be home and working at the most prestigious ward-building firm in Britain. But everything gets turned upside down when he's assigned to work for Draco Malfoy—who somehow grew up to be just the sort of sexy bastard Harry goes for. As if that isn’t enough, Malfoy seems strangely on edge, his wards are a mess, and Harry keeps feeling like he’s being watched in the garden. It’s going to take all of Harry’s ward-crafting skills—and self-restraint—to help Malfoy feel safe in his own home again.

The Last of What the World Left You by @xanthippe74 (T, 25k)

If the wizarding world won’t give Draco a second chance, he has a plan to survive: live in his Animagus form, a carrion crow, in the Forbidden Forest. Not only does Harry Potter come along and ruin it, he’s radiating a strange aura of power. With nowhere to go and a Life-Debt to his mother that Potter insists on repaying, Draco puts himself into the hands of the reclusive Boy Who Lived. Will the bleak corner of Yorkshire where Potter makes his home be another dead end or an unexpected refuge?

"Dad says" by GallaPlacidia (NR, 39k)

Eleven-year-old Scorpius starts writing to Harry. Harry starts to fall in love with Draco through his portrayal in his son's letters.

The Liars Department by @dorthyanndrarry (T, 103k)

This is a story about Harry meeting up with Draco Malfoy four years after the war. And a story about Harry, well, not hating his job per say, but it's not like he has much to compare it to and it seemed fine. His whole life seemed fine. Then Malfoy came along with and his flashy suits and fast car making everything seem dull in comparison, and Harry... Harry couldn't just leave well enough alone.

[sweetcatteahp]

Hermione teaching Harry to drive would go something like this:

Hermione: So pretend you're driving right now, and Malfoy and Parkinson walk onto the road. Think quickly! What do you hit?

Harry: Oh easy, the cow Parkinson, I could never hurt Draco, you know that Hermione.

Hermione: *pinching her nose bridge and sighing* The breaks Harry, the brakes, you hit the brakes. Oh my goodness, I didn't think it would be this hard to teach you this.. but to be fair I suppose I should have been more specific with you..

(this is not og, inspired by another post)

[xxphenomeniall]

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” he roars.

Harry raises his chin and looks down in disdain.

“Everyone knows who I am.”

[rosealiceroyal]

Harry and Draco have a powerful dynamic, they were way past the rivalry they held back at Hogwarts, they made an excellent pair to be honest. Harry being the Head Auror, and Draco being his Senior Secretary, the Auror Department was a force to be reckoned with. And it fuelled rumors, to familiar faces, to auror trainees, to new friends.

Or— the three times Draco Malfoy is named as Harry Potter's wife, the one time Harry Potter finds out about the Auror Department's nickname for Draco, the one time that Harry makes Draco his wife officially and finally the one time that Draco Potter owns the title "Head Auror's Wife".

Language: English Words: 5,618 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 38 Kudos: 576 Bookmarks: 91 Hits: 3455

[harry-styles-obsessed]

We’ll be alright

Requested: yes.

Synopsis: reader is struggling to get out of an abusive relationship, what happens when the two find themselves at a Harry styles concert and are surprisingly interrupted by someone concerned for y/n’s safety.

Trigger warnings: neglect, abuse, bruising, toxic relationships, abusive boyfriend. Please don’t read if you’re sensitive to such topics, take care of yourselves lovelies.

©️ please do not copy or translate my work.

“Tom. Not now” you spoke exhaling. The sound of Harry’s voice rang out around the arena— voice loud and clear “yes now.” He spat out before firmly grabbing onto your wrist practically dragging you out, barging past people dancing and past security who really should’ve done something but they barely noticed. Harry’s voice got fainter and fainter— kiwi being blasted, one of your favourite songs, but that soon became the least of your worries your boyfriend of two years dragging you until eventually stopping in an alleyway many cars parked in the alleyway but you didn’t focus on that

“What was that?” Tom growled out and you stared at him confused “what was what?” “You dancing with those pricks! What are you now? A fucking slut? Is that who you’ve turned into? A slut looking for men to fuck huh?” His words were cruel and unnecessary your brows arching “how dare you!” You spoke angrily to him and he shoved you abruptly “how dare I? Y/n how dare you! You’re a slut and a wasteful bitch.” Your eyes searched his face knowing he meant every word but you wished he didn’t. What had changed him? Why had he changed? Why wasn’t he the same loving man you knew before? Kiwi was still playing, the screaming of fans continued echoing around but all you could hear was Tom’s aggressive words “you’re a joke and a slut! No wonder you won’t let me touch you anymore! Too fucking scared because you sleep with too many men!” And before you could even react he had you pinned against the wall, his breath fanning against your face making you squirm “you’re a waste of space y/n. A fucking waste of space. You hear me? You drag me to this stupid fucking concert to stare at yet another man you clearly want to fuck!” “Tom you’re being cra-“ “I am not being crazy y/n! Shut the fuck up!” His voice echoed down the alleyway, angry and abrupt— voice loud enough for members of the public to take notice but they didn’t dare to get involved. “Oh screw you!” You attempted to pull away only for him to abruptly slap you across the face “you’re going to regret that you little b—“

“hey!” A firm voice suddenly spoke toms head moving to look at the stranger who was emerging from the darkness “take a damn walk, man.” The shadowed man spat out Tom glaring right at him. “Or what, man.” He spoke sarcastically “this ain’t none of your business! You take a fucking walk! Let me handle my shit!” Suddenly Tom was gripping onto your hair, but that didn’t last long, the burning on your scalp disappearing— your attention flying to the man who had your boyfriends wrist gripped in his hand, bent slightly at the elbow glaring right at him “want me to call the police or do you want to take a walk?” His voice now that you focused on it was oddly familiar. Scarily familiar… your breath hitched slightly. You watched your boyfriend rip out of the man’s hold before storming off out of the alleyway. You remained tucked in the corner, back pressed tightly against the cold brick wall the darkness surrounding you scared you— but before you could’ve even question anything the familiar stranger could be heard shuffling before a bright torch flashed in your eyes making you squint, realising he had pulled his phone out and was creating light either to bring some form of comfort to you.. or to make sure you didn’t need medical attention. “Are you okay?”

You refused to look at him feeling all shaky and nervous. You knew who it was and to be quite honest you were embarrassed. “I’m so sorry.” Was all your could muster up before finally you looked at him and low and behold it was who you thought it was. Harry fucking styles. The man who had saved your life with his music at the age of 15 and here you were at the age of 20 being saved yet again but in a whole another way. “Don’t apologise.” Was all he said before he glanced around eyes taking a quick look at your outfit which practically screamed ‘love on tour’ and he sighed knowing it was a risk but it was more of a risk leaving you in the hands of a monster,

“Come with me.” He spoke and you were hesitant at first but with his hand on the small of your back he guided you into the backstage area of the arena. You didn’t speak frankly upset and traumatised. Sure it had gotten bad at times but not that bad. Your hands trembled slightly by your side as you were lead into his dressing room “get comfortable. Is there anyone you’d like me to call?” He questioned but you only shook your head. “Well I’m not letting you go back with him.” Was all he said before he exited the room making you panic slightly worried he was going to get someone to take you elsewhere but much to your surprise he returned with a bottle of water, a blanket and a goodie bag which looked to have some sweets and snacks in it. “Here. Stay here as long as you want alright? Just try and.. relax.” You nodded gratefully a silence quickly wrapping around the two of you before you glanced at him “thank you.” Was all you said and he only shook his head, seeming at a loss for words as he sat down opposite you. “What’s your name?” You looked at him “y/n.” He smiled and reached his hand out “nice to meet you y/n. I’m Harry.” You hesitantly shook his hand before retracting your hand looking back down “I’m so sorry you should be celebrating and—“ “don’t apologise. I’m glad I could help.” He spoke and you felt your heart begin to race in your chest feeling his eyes evaluate you.

“You did more than help me.” You murmured honestly and he raised a brow “you saved my life, harry… honest.” He seemed slightly confused and due to your vulnerability and trust in him despite him being a stranger he was your idol. “I’ve been trying to get out of that relationship for two years.” The look on his face was a look of alarm “I think you’ve helped me see that he really is the issue.” Harry nodded clearly fighting the urges to say something about Tom. You and him soon spent a while chatting about everything and anything and eventually you felt like you could head back home now. You of course declined the offer of him driving you home and staying with you until you could file a report against Tom— he had done more than enough already. “Let me call you a taxi at least.” He spoke and you eventually agreed, he called a taxi and paid for all the funds before he walked with you outside his hand ghosting just against your lower back. “You promise not to go back to him?” He spoke and you glanced at him, nodding your head “promise.” You smiled slightly your eyes searching his before you focused on headlights growing closer and closer the ‘taxi’ sign glowing.

“This is my ride I guess…” you murmured before looking at him before quickly without even thinking hugging him tightly, him reciprocating the hug holding onto you securely hand rubbing up and down your back not letting you go until you loosened your grip on him, but you didn’t let go— which he soon noticed hugging you closer again proving exactly what the stories said… he didn’t let go until you let go. “Thank you for everything.” You spoke into his ear quietly before you pulled away not allowing him to ask anything. He opened the door for you before he grabbed your wrist stopping you momentarily “let me know when you get home” was the only thing he said and you nodded smiling slightly. You got into the taxi before the taxi pulled off the curb your stomach fluttering… your idol had saved your life… the drive was fairly quick— yet you were nervous that Tom would be there but he wasn’t. You exhaled thanking the driver before exiting the taxi and making your way towards your apartment sliding the key in and opening the door just as your phone vibrated in your pocket:

H: did you get home safely

A small smile tugged at your lips as you read the message over and over again. It was a simple message but it was so special. Proof that he cared for you.

Y/n: locking the front door now.

H: good. Glad you’re home.

His messages were instant proving that you were on his mind… it made you feel a certain way. You stared at the messages for a while— about fifteen minutes passing. You were grinning at the phone like an idiot yet you were still nervous the psycho would show up… you let out a shaky breath before typing out a quick message

Y/n: harry?

H: y/n

You smiled like an idiot again being able to hear his voice through the phone

Y/n: is that offer still open?

You watched the chat bubble move in the motion for a while— before it abruptly stopped. It made you anxious. Worried. Terrified even. Yet you didn’t spam him with messages you just patiently waited but eventually to your surprise you heard a knock at your front door and you cautiously walked towards it before unlocking the door and pulling it open seeing Harry a small smile playing at his lips as you stared at him in awe… your favourite celebrity literally offering to help you and not hesitating to help.. he was literally perfect.

“I’m flattered, love. But are you going to let me in?” You blushed deeply before moving away from the door letting him in before shutting the door again and locking it. “Why’d you change your mind?” He questioned as you walked with him towards your bedroom, and you paused glancing at him before you smiled “you protected me when no one else did.“ you spoke honestly before you sighed gently “you won’t leave will you?” You asked and he studied you carefully before smiling tattooed arm wrapping around your shoulders “not until you want me gone. No.” He spoke softly as you leaned into his embrace. “I don’t think I ever want you gone.” You murmured honestly a smile tugging on his lips his dimples appearing “the feelings mutual, sweetheart.” You didn’t know what that exactly meant but truly it was multilayered. He didn’t want to leave because he knew Tom could manipulate you again and do much worse and he had to make sure that didn’t happen to you again… he didn’t care what it took.

He was going to keep you afloat in these rough conditions until you learnt how to protect yourself… he was going to be your saviour until you didn’t need him anymore but let’s be honest… you’d always need him no matter what.

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Cw: off screen violence

It wasn't that Harry went looking for trouble.

He didn't. Harry had just gone out for a drink and then that antsy, restless feeling in his gut had him out walking. Sucking in the evening air, inhaling the scent of spilled beer and cigarettes, as he strode down the street past the bars, trying to ignore the people staring at him.

No, he hadn't been looking for trouble, but it found him just the same.

A muted shout of pain caught his attention, ears prickling and hairs on his arms raising. Before he could even think, his feet were turning down an alley, leading him toward the noise.

Heart-thudding, adrenaline pumping, he approached the group of men crowded around a body laying on the ground coughing and gagging. An awareness prickled the back of his consciousness, and without physically seeing him, images of white-blond hair and silver eyes, flashed to the forefront of his mind. "Evening, gentlemen," he said, clearing his throat.

The group shifting to look at him was enough for Harry to catch a glimpse of Draco Malfoy, sprawled on the ground, knees drawn protectively up to his chest as he coughed.

And something inside of Harry snapped, something feral, something vaguely terrifying, even to him. "Move away," he growled.

The man in front crossed his arms over his chest, "and if we don't?" he asked. He grinned, perfect, white teeth on display. "Who cares about this worthless piece of sh-"

"I'd be very careful with my next words if I were you," Harry said, and he could feel his magic hot and bright all but bursting under his skin.

A couple of the men shifted on their feet, glancing around toward the end of the alley. But the man who'd spoken first didn't back down. "What're you going to do?"

"Fuck off, Potter," Malfoy groaned from the ground.

He grinned down at the other man, mouth too full of his teeth, "what, and miss out on the fun?"

"What fun?" the man said, raising his wand at Harry.

Harry looked up at him and watched the blood drain from his face as their eyes met.

He took a staggering step back and almost tripped over Draco, "What are you?" he managed.

"Haven't you read the papers?" Harry asked, sauntering forward. "There's always some new speculation," he added as he looked down at his fingers, watching the talons sprouting from them and resisting the impulse to wince.

He looked up in time to see the men tripping and stumbling, shoving one another as they attempted to leave. He started toward them, grunting as his wings sprouted and ripped through his jacket. With hardly a thought, his wings lifted him into the air and he landed on the other side of the group of men, blocking their exit.

"Not so fast," he said, teeth gnashing together with his words. "You were happy to take him on, four to one," he said, nodding toward Draco. "Happy to fight a man you know can't raise his wand against you to do magic. Here," he added, tossing his wand to the ground, "I'll go without mine too."

"What the fuck," one of the men whispered as he took in the sight of Harry with his black eyes and wings, his talons, his sharp teeth.

"I'll even let you fire first," he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "Hit me with all that you've got."

One man fired off a stunner and Harry reached out a hand and caught the spell, a bright, red ball of magic that he tossed in the air and caught again.

"Come on," he said, tossing it up and watching as it dissipated into the night sky. "Really try a coordinated effort," he added with a tsk. "Maybe on the count of three?"

All four men raised their wands and a laugh bubbled at the back of Harry's throat at their idiocy, at their predictability. Four spells fired off at once and Harry took a breath, letting time slow down around him as he reached out and plucked the four bursts of light and energy out of the air and held them in his hands. A heartbeat later, he threw the magic down at their feet and the four men stumbled and fell as the ground shook.

The first man to get to his feet started to run, the first intelligent thing any of them had done that evening, in Harry's humble opinion.

Harry held up a hand and the man was frozen in place.

"Let go," he said, begged really, and the other men started to shift restlessly, trying to edge away from him.

"Did he ask you to let him go?" Harry asked, pointing to Draco who was now sitting up and rubbing his rib cage. "Did he ask you to leave him alone?"

"Come on man," the third man said, holding out his hands, "He's a filthy, slimy death-"

"That's enough," Harry said calmly, sealing the man's mouth shut with a wave of his hand. As if by mutual agreement, they decided to leave their frozen friend behind and make a break for it. They started to run and Harry raised his hands and froze them all. "Not so tough anymore, are you?" he said, running a claw over the leader's jaw, angling it so it pricked him and a drop of blood appeared.

"Don't."

He turned when he felt a gentle hand on his wings and looked at Draco. Draco with his black eyes and bruises on his cheek, with blood on his neck, and internal bleeding if Harry's suspicions were correct. A low noise that certainly wasn't human rose in Harry's throat.

"Potter," he murmured. "Don't."

"Why?" he asked, tilting his head at him, turning to look at the men who were frozen in place.

"It's not worth it," he said. When he didn't immediately turn away, Draco slid his hand down his arm and took his hand, "Harry," he said softly.

And he could hear the pain in his voice, could hear the way that he'd just given up. His chest felt too small to contain the fire that burned under his breastbone at what had been taken from the other man. "I'll destroy them," he hissed.

"Harry," Draco repeated, "It's not worth it."

"You're worth it to me," he said, voice hard.

He sighed and shook his head, "Come on. Let them go."

"Confundo," he spit before releasing the men, they staggered, tripping over their own feet and one another as they tried to flee. "Don't ever let me see you with him again," he called after them. "Remember which of us it was who spared your lives."

"So dramatic," Draco said, staggering in the opposite direction.

He summoned his wand to him as he caught up and reached for Draco, "Where are you going?"

"My flat," he replied.

"No," Harry said sharply, taking Draco's hand, carefully retracting his claws so he didn't hurt him. "Come home," he begged. "Let me heal you-"

"We've been through this," Draco said, shaking his head.

"Yes, yes," Harry said, trotting along beside Draco, helping him balance as he staggered. His teeth shrunk back to their normal size and he continued to speak, "You put me at greater risk, I'm going to get caught, the Ministry is going to lock me up-"

"It's not a fucking joke," he spat. "Every single time we're out in public, you end up trying to kill someone for laying their hands on me!"

"Maybe people should stop hurting you," he said casually as he retracted his wings.

"This isn't a fucking joke!" he repeated. "I'm not worth-"

"You're my mate," Harry growled, "Anyone who hurts you should-"

"I'm not worth your life," he said. "Can't you-" he broke off to gasp, doubling over and clutching his rib cage.

"Let me take you home," he begged again. "Let me heal you and we can talk."

"Yes, fine," he snapped and Harry knew that he must be in quite a bit of pain if he was conceding.

He didn't wait for him to change his mind, he wrapped his arm around Draco's waist and apparated them back home. With a quick snap of his fingers, Draco's filthy, bloody clothes had disappeared and Harry lifted him into his arms, carrying him into the bathroom.

"I can walk," he grunted, resentment bubbling in each word, but his arms still clung to Harry weakly.

"I know," he murmured before setting him gingerly on the toilet seat and starting the bath.

In the harsh light of the bathroom, he could see the bruises mottling Draco's body and a noise of discontent rattled around in his chest and throat.

"Let me?" he asked, holding out his hands, already glowing a warm gold.

Draco nodded and Harry slowly, tenderly began touching the bruises, healing the wounds, absorbing the pain into his own body and letting it fade to nothing. When he was satisfied that he'd healed all of him, he stood and pulled off his own clothes before taking Draco's hand.

With a defeated little sigh, Draco let Harry tug him into the bath. Harry sat with his back against the tub and pulled Draco into the cradle of his body, pressing Draco's back against his chest and bracketing Draco's hips with his thighs. He wrapped him in his arms and pressed a soft kiss to the other man's neck.

"I'm ruining your life," Draco murmured, voice soft and sleepy, and Harry could feel the echo of Draco's exhaustion in his own chest.

"Tell me that you don't love me too," Harry whispered back. "Tell me that it's unrequited, that I'm burdening you, that you don't want me."

Draco rested his head against Harry's shoulder, his soft, blonde hair tickling Harry's chin. "I can't," he said. "You know I can't say that. But I love you enough to want what is good for you-"

"Then stay," he pleaded. "Draco, I'm out of my mind without you. I'm antsy and anxious, and I can feel it when something bad is about to happen to you. You're my mate," he repeated, voice breaking at the end. "I love you," he whispered, tears springing to his eyes.

"We can't keep doing this, though. You're going to get caught and my life isn't worth yours, there are only so many rumors that the papers can publish before the Ministry-"

"Then let's leave," Harry said.

"Harry-"

He shook his head and pressed a kiss to Draco's neck, "No, think about it. If the only way for me to be with you is for you to stop being attacked so that I'll stop attacking people in return is to leave then let’s just do it. We can see our friends in muggle places or visit their homes, but let's just live in the muggle world."

"I can't let you give up-"

"Give up what?" Harry asked in exasperation. "Draco, everything here is awful, the politics and the games people play, the prejudices. And it isn't like I can even go anywhere without being constantly hounded by reporters. I'm not giving up anything."

Gingerly, the other man turned around, kneeling between Harry’s thighs and taking his face in his hands.

“Please, Draco,” Harry murmured, staring into his eyes, searching them for what was to come. “I love you.”

Draco pressed their foreheads together, “what if you change your mind?”

“I won’t,” he promised. “You’re it for me.”

There was a long pause and Harry was certain that Draco must be able to hear the way his heart was hammering in his chest. “Where will we go?”

Light and warmth exploded through Harry’s chest and he leaned up to kiss him tenderly. “I’m glad you asked,” he said, holding out a hand for a file folder that he kept by his bedside. “I’ve got a whole list of places I’ve been wanting to see with you. You’re gonna love it,” he added softly.

Draco slid back into the tub, pressing against Harry. “Show me,” he murmured.

He flipped through the folder, telling him about all of the places he wanted to see. Dreaming, with his eyes wide open, of what it would be like to experience the world with Draco at his side.

And when the water got cold, he wrapped Draco up in a fuzzy towel and brought him to bed. They cozied into the nest of pillows and blankets and Harry talked in hushed tones about his dreams for them until his love fell asleep. Harry hunkered down next to him and drifted off too, dreaming of all their lives might be.

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Better Mistakes - by lovelarry10 (AO3)

Summary:

“Look, this doesn’t have to be the end of the world-”

“Oh but it fucking is,” Louis said, shaking his head. “How the fuck am I going to tell Matt I’m pregnant with a baby when we’ve not had sex in months? He might be a bit thick sometimes, but he is gonna know there’s no chance this baby is his.”

“You don’t have to, uh, tell him it’s mine, right?”

Louis scoffed. “Why, are you scared he’s gonna come and kick the shit out of you?”

“He wishes,” Harry laughed, looking back down at the test. “Shit, I … I can’t believe this. Louis, I didn’t mean for this. Honestly. It was just sex for me. We have great sex, and I didn’t see why I should have to turn that down, not when you clearly wanted it as much as I did. I didn’t want this to end in a baby.”

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Louis knows he shouldn’t be sleeping with his boyfriend’s enemy. He knows that. But there’s something that draws him back to Harry over and over again. Falling in love wasn’t part of the plan...

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DP x DC: The Most Dangerous Card Game

Ok so Danny has essentially claimed earth as his. And he is fully aware that there are constant threats to the planet. Now he can’t stop a threat that originates on earth (that’s something he’ll leave to the Justice league) but he can do something about outside threats. Doing some research on ancient spells, rituals, and artifacts, he cast a world wide barrier on the planet to protect it from hostile threats so they cannot enter. This will prevent another Pariah Dark incident. However, barriers like this come at a price. You see, there are two ways to make a barrier. Either make one powered up by your own energy and power (which would be constantly draining) or set up a barrier with rules. The way magic works is that nothing can be absolutely indestructible. It must have a weakness. The most powerful barriers weren’t the ones reinforced with layer after layer of protective charms and buffed up with power. Those could eventually be destroyed either by being overpowered, wearing them down, or by cutting off the original power source. No, the most powerful barriers were the ones with a deliberate weakness. A barrier indestructible except for one spot. A cage that can only be opened from the outside. Or that can only be passed with a key or by solving a riddle. So Danny chooses this type of barrier and does the necessary ritual and pours in enough power to make it. And he adds his condition for anyone to enter. 

Now the Justice league? Find out about the barrier when Trigon attempts to attack, they were preparing after he threatened what he would do once he got to earth. How he would destroy them. The Justice league tried to take the fight to him first but were utterly destroyed, so they retreated home to tend to their injuries, and fortify earth for one. Last. Stand. Only when Trigon makes his big entrance…he’s stopped.

The Justice league watch in awe as this thin see-through barrier with beautiful green swirls and speckled white lights like stars apears blocking Trigon and his army’s advance. The barrier looks so thin and fragile yet no matter how hard the warlord hits, none of his attacks can get through and neither can he damage said barrier. That’s when Constantine and Zatanna recognizes what this barrier is. Something only a powerful entity could create. For a moment, the league is filled with hope that Trigon can’t get through yet Constantine also explains that it’s not impenetrable. And clearly Trigon knows this too for he calls out a challenge. 

And that’s when, in a flash of light, a tiny glowing teenager appears. He looked absolutly minuscule compared to Trigon and yet practically glowed with power (this isn’t a King Danny AU though).

And that is when the conditions for passing the barrier are revealed. And the Justice realize that the only thing stopping Trigon and his army from decimating earth. The only way he can get through….is by beating this glowing teenager in a card game. 

Not just any card game though. The most convoluted game Sam, Danny, and Tucker invented themselves. It’s like the infinite realms version of magic the gathering, combined with Pokémon, and chess. And Danny is the master. So sit down Trigon and let’s play.

(The most intense card game of the Justice league’s life).

After Danny wins, this happens a few more times with outer word beings and possibly even demons attempting to invade earth, yet none have been able to beat the mysterious teenager in a card game. Constantine might even take a crack at it and try to figure out how to play. He’s really bad though. Every time this happens, the Justice league worry that this might be the time the teenager looses. Yet every time, he wins (even if only barely). 

Meanwhile, Danny, Sam, and Tucker have gotten addicted to the game and play it almost daily. Some teachers might seem them playing the game are are like ‘awww how cute’ not realizing this game is literally saving the world. Jazz is just happy they aren’t spending as much time on their screens playing Doomed.