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goldenbuckyyy · 1 year

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FOOL’S GOLD

Summary: A series of events between you and Harry during your situationship.

Pairings: Harry Styles x fem!Reader (Situationship)

Word count: 2kish

Warnings: Slight smut, but mostly just fun and fluff!!

A/N: Just wanted to write something a little fun. Inspired by: “Fool’s Gold” by One Direction.

All mistakes are my own. Please do not repost or translate my fics on any other site nor this one.

I appreciate any likes, reblogs, messages, and interactions.

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That one time you went to your favorite bar in town with your new boyfriend. You immediately see Harry with his frat brothers.

Your phone pings.

H: Who the hell is that? 😡

Y: lol. That would be my boyfriend, opps. It’s been a while.

H: he’s not good enough for you

Drew, your new boyfriend, had gone to get you two some more drinks when you felt the softest touch against your open back. Goosebumps erupt over your unclothed skin and you slightly smirk to yourself, tossing your hair back, and peering up at this well known person.

Harry’s hovering over you, smiling drunkenly, and he squeezes your hip. He bends down to hover his mouth over your ear. His pretty pink lips slightly touch your skin.

“Come home with me,” he whispers into your ear and you place a warm hand on his shoulder.

“I have a boyfriend now,” you say, trying not to show an interest in his demand.

“Text me when you dump his ass,” he says with a chuckle as he kisses your cheek sloppily and leaves your space to return to his frat brothers.

You roll your eyes at his comment and proceed to smile at Drew when he returns with drinks in his hands.

“What’d Harry want?” He asks with wonder, his big brown eyes half open from his buzz.

“Just buggin’. No worries,” you reply as you reach for your drink as you reach up to kiss his lips quickly.

•••

Then you broke up with your boyfriend because he ended up being a dick.

Y: i'm breaking up with my boyfriend. Can i come over after? 🥺

H: baby, you don’t even gotta ask me. I’m at chick fil a. Want your usual?

Y: yes ❤️ add me a cookie pls, I’m sad.

H: anything for youuuuu

You waited for Harry in his private room, presidential perks, and you scroll aimlessly on Twitter.

You hear the bedroom door open and Harry strolls in with a smile on his face. You smile back, tossing your phone to the side, and you rush to help him with the food.

“Got you a strawberry milkshake, too.”

You cheer and you both fumble back into the bed. Separating the food between you two and he puts Netflix on his TV.

“Greys?” He asks with a mouthful of fries, peering over at you, and you nod eagerly. Sipping on your milkshake and pulling Harry’s favorite blanket over your legs. It’s an orange blanket his mom knitted him the summer he got a full ride to UT. He told you she cried for days and he always tears up thinking about it.

You look at him with a small smile and he lazily kisses your cheek.

••

When you manage to be at the gym at the same time as him.

H: POV: you’re me and you’re looking at your hot ass sneaky link

Y: come and spot me instead of talking to every other girl here

H: don’t be jealous

Y: as if

You walk out of the gym, wiping away the sweat from your forehead, and hastily drinking from your lavender hydroflask.

Or what Harry calls ‘your emotional support hydroflask’

You’re walking back to your sorority house when you hear someone whistling behind you.

You hold onto your gym bag as you turn around on your heel and see Harry running up to you.

He wraps his arms around your waist, twirling you, and you laugh loudly as you swat his arms.

“Gross!! You’re all sweaty!!” You giggle out as he sets you down and you check him out without shame.

He’s standing in front of you wearing bright purple tiny little nike shorts, a white cut off shirt showing all his muscles in their glory, white Nike long socks, and his signature neon green adidas. Only him.

“You look hot,” you state as a smirk crosses his lips and he reaches for your hand.

“You too, baby.”

••

When you see him putting his phone number in another girls phone

Y: why are you even bothering? She couldn’t beat me on her best day.

H: you don’t gotta tell me what i already know

You feel jealous.

Of course you’re jealous. You’re watching Harry input his phone number into a pretty brunette's phone.

That night when you’re laying next to his naked body, you reach for his phone. Unlocking it with his password, you turn around to face the wall.

“What was that girl's name? The one from the gym?”

“What?” Harry asks you, still winding down from his post orgasm haze.

“The girl that put her number in your phone,” you reply as you go into his contact list.

“Oh, umm, I think it was Angie. Why?”

You search for her name as he slides his arms around you, pulling you into him, and he’s watching you now.

You click the name ‘Angie 💖’ on his phone and delete the contact.

“Heeeyyyy,” he teases you and pinches your thigh.

You lock his phone and turn your body around to hug him.

“You weren’t even going to text her.”

“I know,” he hums into your neck as he falls asleep.

••

You posted a very revealing pic of you at the beach.

H: delete that pic right now.

H: you look too fucking good. I can’t have anybody trying to steal you from me

Y: don’t worry. I’m all yours 🫶🏻

You smirk at your phone as you look down at your tiny yellow bikini and settle back into your beach chair.

“What are you smirking at?” Your best friend, Emily, asks you from the chair next to you. Peering at you over her white sun glasses.

“No one.”

•••

When he needs to make sure you’re going to his game.

H: You're coming to my game, right?

Y: Duh. I am head cheerleader. Remember?

H: did you take my jersey?

Y: *sends pic of yourself wearing his jersey in your panties*

H: holy fuck, can’t wait to fuck you after I score the winning touchdown

That night he fucks into you slow and hard as you wear his jersey.

“Get on top,” he begs as he grinds his hips into yours, squeezing the flesh around your hips.

“Okay,” you whisper back as you let out a whimper when he pulls out of you. He flops onto his back, watching you intently as you straddle his waist, aligning yourself with his throbbing dick, and letting yourself slide down onto him.

“Ohhhhhh fuckkkk,” he moans out, throwing his head back in pleasure, and you start moving slowly on top of him.

Reveling in the sight of seeing him completely vulnerable underneath you and letting you take control.

Something about this moment makes your heart thug and you hope this isn’t what you think it is.

••

He brands you.

Y: you literally fucking branded me

H: ??? 😏

Y: you know what I’m talking about

Y: *sends pic of your chest in a lilac lace bra and you’re covering in hickies*

H: oohhhhh that. Gotta brand what’s mine, obviously

•••

When he’s at the club and sees your ex.

H: I’m at rooftop Louie’s. I see your ex. Want me to punch him?

Y: yes.

Y: come over instead. Bring Taco Bell

*not even 30 seconds later*

H: ON MY WAY 🏃🏽‍♂️

You hear a knock on your door not even 15 minutes later and there’s Harry standing with a bag full of Taco Bell.

“Hi,” he says with a smile, wearing a cap backwards, but his curls are peeking out.

“Hi,” you reply with a bigger one. “There’s a change of clothes for you on the dresser.”

“God, you’re the best.”

•••

When he’s studying after practice.

H: I’m studying at the library. Bring me coffee? 🥺 From the place I like by your dorm. My treat

Y: whats in it for me?

H: I’ll do that thing you like tonight

Y: 🤝 don’t gotta tell me twice

You walk into the university library with two iced vanilla oatmilk lattes. You try to be as quiet as possible as you walk to his favorite study spot.

He instantly hears you due to the iced drinks and he peers up at you with a smile.

“Gimme,” he whispers as he reaches out for his drink with sweater paws. Wearing his favorite orange sweater and sweats. He looks so comfy.

You sit across from him, sliding his coffee to him, and then you start unpacking your notes from your backpack.

“What are you doing?” He questions as he sips his latte.

“Studying with you,” you say with a question look and a look of fondness slips over his expression.

“Really?”

“Of course.”

•••

When you were out with your friends at Lot 26.

H: come over pls. Need u 🍑

Y: im at lot 26.

H: call me when you need me to pick you up, I’ll buy us tacos

Y: okay can’t wait 🫶🏻

“Harry!!!” You yell at him as you stumble into his GMC truck’s passenger side.

“Careful, baby.” He says as he grips onto your arm for support as you giggle loudly.

He reaches over you, strapping you in, and kisses your lips.

“Missed you,” he says with a smile.

“Me too,” you say without hestitsiton.

“Tacos?” He asks as he starts to drive off.

“Tacos,” you reply as you turn to look at him.

As you watch him drive, you think you might be falling in love with him.

•••

When he meets someone that he really likes.

H: i think i like this girl. Should i go for it?

Y: you’re cheating on me??? Okay, might as well block my number now

H: stfu. I think you’d like her

Y: i won’t

H: well, you’re gonna meet her tonight

You roll your eyes at your annoyance at seeing Harry out with the girl he likes and you try your very best to ignore them.

Her name is Sarah.

And she’s gorgeous. She’s tall, so very fucking tall, long curly brown hair, big brown eyes, and olive colored skin.

They look unreal together and it makes you feel insecure.

You drown the rest of your drink when you see them coming towards you.

Her bright smile catches your attention and you try your best to mimic it back.

“Hi!” You greet them as Harry kisses you cheek.

“Y/N, this is Sarah. Sarah this is Y/N,” Harry introduces you to each other and you shake her slender hand in your own.

“Y/N! It’s so nice to finally meet you. Harry has told me so much about you,” she gushes at you.

“Has he?” You ask with an eyebrow raise.

“Of course!! Auntie Anne says he can’t shut up about you!”

“Auntie Anne?” You ask in confusion as you look at them both and Harry’s chuckling at your reaction.

Sarah looks confused, “Harry did tell you he’s my cousin, right? My mom wanted me to come check out UT especially since H comes here.”

Instant relief floods your body and you watch Harry looking at you with a teasing smirk.

“Of course he did! So how are you liking UT?”

You can’t help but smiling dumbly at Harry as his cousin starts rambling about how much she actually loves it here.

•••

When he heard your laugh in a crowded bar

H: Are you at Joeys?

Y: Are you stalking me?

H: I heard your laugh

•••

When he swore he wasn’t jealous when you bumped into each other at a frat party. You were with someone else.

H: Who's the guy?

Y: None of your business. Are you jealous?

H: You wish

H: I’m not the jealous type.

That night when he’s pounding into you from behind, gripping onto your hair, he asks, “Who the hell was that guy?”

“Just a friend,” you moan out as you hitch your leg over the bed.

He slows down for a second, reaches over you, and kisses your neck, “I’m your friend.”

“My only friend.”

#harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles x female reader #harry styles x fem!reader #college!Harry styles x college!reader #quarterback!harry #head cheerleader!reader #fratboy!Harry styles x reader #harry styles #harry styles writing #harry styles au #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fan fic #Harry styles college fic

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taengkitty · 2 months

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choi taeyang as your boyfriend headcannons

- the first kiss you’re both incredibly nervous. shy smiles at each other after a date, not wanting the night to end. fiddling with eachothers hands. speaking in soft tones. taeyang would ask for permission to kiss you, somewhat scared of rejection, until you quickly agree. the slow lean in. how his hand would carefully hold your face. instantly melting into eachother when your lips meet. shy giggles in between short pecks after the initial shock wears off.

- the type to always be singing to you, whether it’s just out of habit or to calm you down.

- would learn your favorite songs on guitar or piano and play them for you as a surprise.

- facetimes while he’s away during tour, even if timezones don’t match up. he will happily be on a call with you while you’re sleeping.

- really clingy. loves holding you all the time. kisses you whenever. not necessarily big into pda because he doesn’t like attracting too much attention, but will do it when he feels suits the moment.

- matching outfits / fits that compliment each other. you’re either wearing colors that go together, or even wearing the same articles of clothing. nothing TOO matchy though, just enough to be cute and coupley.

- being each others photographers. taking candids all the time. taeyang would so have multiple photos of you in his lockscreen rotation.

- would send you a picture of an elsa doll next to your favorite disney princess, followed by “us”.

- movie/show marathons!! getting takeout and cuddling while watching your new favorite movie or show. if you haven’t seen already, he would make you watch attack on titan with him, but he gets too excited and is overexplaining it which is always endearing. and while watching harry potter, you get to see him grow to love and hate different characters and plot points.

- with his long hair, he loves when you play with it. even just twirling through it with your fingers. taeyang especially loves when you give him different hair styles; buns, pigtails, braids, etc.

- taeyang’s the type of boyfriend to send you texts saying “dont wait up for me, ill be out late” during his busy schedules. when he comes home to see you sleeping, he would smile and softly kiss your cheek/forehead/head/nose, whispering sweet words like “sleep well, my pretty angel”

- you would have a great relationship with his mother. the fact the he facetimes/calls her every day, you would always at least pop your head in to say hi to her. or even to the point of stealing taeyangs’ phone away because you and her are so deep in conversation. she would seriously love you like her own and always be calling you ‘daughter-in-law’.

#p1harmony #p1harmony imagine #p1harmony x reader #piwon #choi taeyang x reader #piwon fluff #p1harmony headcanon #choi theo #p1harmony fluff #p1harmony scenarios #piwon headcannon

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allwaswell16 · 3 months

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All the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in February 2024. You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 including the fics on this month’s fic roundup which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #59 | ko-fi | fic recs

- Louis/Harry -

🩷 with venom on your tongue by wildestdreams / @thelavendrhaze

(E, 91k, enemies to lovers) a boarding school AU where Harry and Louis are academic rivals until they realize they’re more similar than they thought

🩷 another dream but always you by you_explode / @nobodymoves

(M, 60k, superpowers) Harry is a Dreamwalker; he has the ability to visit people in their dreams and help put them on the right path. He's assigned to Louis, who's struggling after the break-up of his band.

🩷 through walls of trees by @ineverateakiwi

(T, 41k, fantasy) Elesdon is a country divided into five kingdoms and had long been considered peaceful. After a coup in the heart of the country, Lady Sulia ascended to the throne and imprisoned the four courts, stripping them of their powers. With the exception of King Louis Tomlinson, who submitted to her favors.

🩷 Get Out Of My Head (and I'll get out of yours) by Imogenlee / @imogenleewriter

(E, 29k, exes) “You really that desperate, are you?” Despite it being a shitty thing to say, Harry didn’t mind too much, as the bitterness in Louis’ tone sounded like music to Harry’s ears. Harry was winning tonight. “Can’t find anyone new to be interested in you, so you try to hit on Zayn.”

🩷 this love is alive by @stylinsonwritingpalace

(E, 10k, writer Louis) When Louis's favorite fictional character, Harry Styles, comes to life, it's up to him to decide if he should stay.

🩷 Pretty and Preposterous by @brightlyharry

(NR, 5k, neighbors) Harry donates a copy of Pride and Prejudice to his little free library. He never expects what comes next.

🩷 In Jest by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(T, 4k, soulmates) Louis, who smiles at Harry as he reclines in his chair. Louis, whose soulmark is visible thanks to his low-cut top. Louis, Harry’s soulmate, who seems to either be blissfully ignorant of that fact or maliciously ignoring it.

🩷 All This Time (I was Waiting for You) by @ohharold

(E, 4k, vampire/fae) Harry and Louis have always been destined for each other. Some time apart has Harry reminiscent of their first meeting.

🩷 Jealousy Looks Good On You, Baby by cigarettesbeforesex

(M, 4k, pwp) A flirtatious stranger wanted to entice Louis by buying him a drink from the bar. The handsome 29-year-old tavern manager with curly hair, who Louis (often) flirts with, is currently working on shift...Poor Curly, because he's the one that has to deliver the drink to him.

🩷 the "Falling" series by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(T, 4k, exes to lovers) Harry looks like he wants to say something but thinks better of it, and just nods, putting the CD in a box that’s filled with all kinds of knick knacks from their bedroom. Or, no. Louis supposes it is his bedroom now. Or will be, after today.

🩷 spring in your eyes by @nouies

(NR, 3k, fake relationship) “Just Go with It” inspired AU where plastic surgeon Harry pretends to be married to his assistant Louis to avoid unwanted attention.

🩷 Dirty Diana by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

(E, 3k, epistolary) In the month leading up to his 30th birthday, Harry writes to his confidante Diana every day, sharing his fantasies about Louis.

🩷 From the Dining Table by @littleroverlouis

(E, 3k, established relationship) Harry's thirtieth birthday hasn't gone as expected. Things start looking up from the dining table.

🩷 You Could Give That Aspirin the Headache of Its Life by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

(M, 3k, exes) the one where Louis is a football player who gets stuck on a flight with his ex-boyfriend Harry. The universe might be conspiring against him, or is it?

🩷 What’s in a Name by @hellolovers13

(T, 2k, soulmates au) Louis had always known Harry was his soulmate. The name on his arm disagreed. But what did his soulmark know about true love anyway.

🩷 miles away from seeing you by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove

(T, 1k, social media) Harry is in his final year studying marine biology, and is doing an international exchange at the University of Auckland. His boyfriend Louis stays behind in England, but they keep in touch regularly through texts, snapchats, video calls, and more.

- Rare Pairs -

🩷 Can You Feel Where the Wind Is by @fallinglikethis

(M, 3k, Zayn/Liam) He remembers arguing that he had no real power over anything, so no one would care about him, let alone try to hurt him. But that assessment had proven to be untrue today.

🩷 Skin on My Skin by Layne Faire / @laynefaire

(E, 2k, Zayn/Liam) Let me touch you where you like it Let me do it for ya

🩷 Stray by @haztobegood

(E, 1k, Zayn/Harry, Harry/Louis) Finally, Louis catches a glimpse of familiar curls weaving through the crowd. The man’s arm is firm around Harry’s waist until they stop in front of the booth. “I found this stray wandering around. I believe he’s yours.”

#28th appreciation #1dficvillage #trackinghome #trackinghappily #hlcreators #hljournal #hltracks #ficsfor4am #ficrec

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winniemaywebber · 2 months

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It's Been A Long, Long Time

(sage said "imagine this guy meeting his baby son for the first time and I couldn't get it out of my head)

(@sagesolsticewrites @liebgottsjumpwings @trashbag-baby666 @ginabaker1666 @precious-little-scoundrel)

You survey yourself in the mirror for what feels like the one thousandth time, nerves bubbling up from your stomach and reaching your throat, threatening to spill out like fire from a dragon's mouth. You smooth your dress with your hands, a soft rose pink color that compliments your dark hair perfectly. You smile at yourself, the memory of trying it on in front of your husband comes back to you, when he was home on leave all those months ago, and the way his soft brown eyes had lit up the second he'd seen you in it.

“Oh, darling,” he had murmured in your ear as he held you close. “I think this is my new favorite,” his pretty hands suddenly all over your body and his lips upon yours, the touch you'd been craving for years.

You come back to yourself, your knees weak at the memory of that wonderful time, finding your hand clutched to your chest to slow your heartbeat. Tiptoeing quietly about the bedroom, you make it to your dressing table, adding a silver necklace and bracelet set that Harry had gifted you on your wedding day - you'd given him a pair of cufflinks, your initials engraved upon them, him smiling sweetly at you as he'd opened the black box in which they were wrapped. Grinning, you stab an earring into your ear, dropping the back of it as you attempt to move your hair out the way.

“Oh, bother,” you whisper, bending down to retrieve it from where it has dramatically rolled underneath the table. You bend with all your might to grab it, scrambling on the long pile carpet, when suddenly you lose balance, grabbing on to the table to try save yourself. The table slams against the wall, and you brace yourself, lips clamped together, silently hoping that the baby could sleep through it.

A loud, long cry from across the room makes it obvious that the sudden sound was too much, and your son in the crib next to your bed is wailing so hard that his little face is turning beetroot red. You pick him up and attempt to soothe him back to sleep. “Shhh, little man. It's okay,” you coo, kissing his warm face and wiping his tears away. “I'm so sorry. Mama is just a clutz!” You laugh, an attempt to diffuse the tension that's crawling through your body. Seeing the signs that your baby may be gassy, you carefully hold him upright, his body on your chest and his head over your shoulder.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let's get this burp out.” You pat his back 1-2-3, 1-2-3, maintaining a steady rhythm, all while bobbing up and down. A large burp ripples through your infant, shocking him so much that his sweet little head bobs back a little. As if in slow motion, you hear another airy burp leave him - followed by a stream of warm spit up dripping down your shoulder and ruining your dress. You hold the baby out at arms length, inspecting his clothes. He's clean, of course he is. It's just you, the pink material of your dress now spattered with white mottled liquid.

“Darn it!” you whimper, placing the now much happier baby back in his crib, his eyes heavy again from all the excitement. “Little guy,” you say mostly to yourself. “You know this is papa's favorite. Couldn't you have saved all that for the hideous yellow one I wear to church?” You giggle as you catch sight of it, the yellow so bright that it makes you slightly nauseous, not just the smell of your current self causing your nose to wrinkle. With a sigh, you pull off the pretty pink material and unceremoniously try and throw it in the laundry basket. You miss. Of course you do.

Pulling a cornflower blue number over your head and hoping your son keeps the milk to himself this time, you eventually get back to pushing your delicate diamond earrings through your earlobes, taking a deep breath and basking in the success that your outfit is finally complete. Adjusting to being a new mom is hard by itself, but going through the whole experience alone with just letters from your husband was excruciating. The morning sickness with nobody to soothe you and hold you, nobody to place a cool washcloth on your head after you'd been hugging the cold porcelain, your knees red raw and bruised from kneeling over the bowl for what felt like hours. No strong hands being able to rub your tummy, placing one there gently to feel his baby kick. You'd imagined it, though, his doe eyes wide as saucers as he'd stifle his emotion, trying to stop the tears. “Wow,” he'd say, looking at you in amazement. “This is incredible.” You think he'd kiss your growing bump, then kiss you, before placing his head on your chest, his hand remaining on your stomach. The thought of all this lost time is enough for a sob to catch in your throat and cause hot tears to stream down your face. Wiping them away as fast as they come so as not to ruin your makeup, you try and get it together and catch a glimpse at the clock on the wall: 11am.

You run downstairs, hoping for just a few minutes of peace before the baby inevitably wakes up to eat and have a clean diaper again. You want to sit down with a book, but you can't seem to focus, the words all blending together on the page and making your head swim. Trying to shake the nerves, you begin to pace your living room, taking deep breaths every time you reach each end of the room.

You don't know how long you stay like that, basically catatonic as you go back and forth. Feeling like it could be hours, you jump when you hear a loud rap at the door. Rushing toward it, trying your best to smooth every wrinkle from your outfit, you try and compose yourself before opening the door to see your husband for the first time in almost a year. He's in his uniform, the hat slightly bent out of shape at the top. He looks extremely handsome, his pretty mouth spread in a grin at the sight of you. You run towards him, leaping into his arms and wrapping your arms around his neck. His arms wrap around your back, pulling you in as close as he possibly can.

“Darling,” he whispers in your ear. You feel his whole body relax under your hands as you hold him, your hands going up to stroke the back of his neck, your face buried in him to breathe in his delicious scent that you'd missed so terribly. “You look–wow, Jean. So so beautiful,” his eyes softening when he takes you in, just like you knew they would. He leans forward and plants a soft kiss on your lips, his hand cupping your cheek.

“Hi, honey,” you say, as you wipe your tears. “Welcome home. There's someone upstairs you should meet.” The realization dawns on him, and his mouth drops open, nervous. You take his hand and pull him inside, smiling at him all the while. He pauses, gripping your hand a little tighter.

“W-wait, Jean,” he stutters, his eyes downcast and his teeth clamped nervously to his bottom lip. He breathes out, his shoulders sagging slightly. “What if…what if he doesn't like me?”

“Oh, my darling. Don't think like that. He loves you already.” You walk back toward your husband, wrapping him in your arms. “I've shared so many stories with him already, Bing. How we met, how wonderful you always are. Where you've been all this time. The fun times you shared with his Uncle Bubbles…and the newer good times with Uncle Rosie, too,” you pause, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye, your hand remaining on his cheek. “And, every time I tell him a story about his Papa, he listens so intently. His eyes are as sweet and pretty as yours, my love, and I see how focused he is on me when I talk of you. He coos whenever anyone says his Papa's name. He looks just like you, Harry.” You pause, surveying the emotion etched on his face. “Please, come and meet your son. He's been kept waiting long enough, darling.” You both giggle at one another, him leaning over and kissing you gently on the cheek.

You lead him from the hallway to the bedroom, the baby cooing, for once wide awake and not crying. You feel your husband take a deep breath, the exhale quivering as he catches sight of the tiny bundle in the crib next to your side of the bed. He walks towards him, instantly scooping him up into his arms.

“Hi, buddy,” he whispers, his lips clamped together to try and stop the tears from pouring out of him. He is, however, unsuccessful, a sob escaping from his mouth as he takes in every feature of his son. “He's so small, honey,” he whimpers, looking between the two of you. You walk over to join them, relieved that your family is now finally together. You hold your husband as he keeps looking at the baby, trying to memorize every part of him. His hand reaches out and strokes the baby's face, the little guy relaxing under his father's touch instantly and his eyes closing, the baby falling asleep without needing extra help for the first time ever.

“Wow,” you blink in amazement. “That usually takes me about an hour. You're magical, my love.” He smiles, planting a kiss on your forehead.

“I'm so happy to be home, Jean. So darn happy to be with you, and our son. Now, let me change and I'll make sure you get some rest. You've been doing this all alone, honey. It's my turn now.”

Soon enough, you're all in your most comfortable clothes and laying on the bed together. Harry had only put the baby down for a moment to change, before scooping him back up in his strong arms, once again cooing at him, already telling him stories of B-17s, airsickness and England. You lay on your pillow, watching your husband with his son and savoring the beautiful moment. You drift off to the sound of his voice, the comfort you've craved for months.

“Wow, buddy,” he exhales, his words shaking slightly. “We sure do have a lot to catch up on! But first, let me start with telling you about your uncle, Bubbles Payne…”

part two

masterlist

#masters of the air #mota #masters of the air fic #harry crosby #harry crosby fic #croz and jean

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harrystylescherry · 5 months

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tis the damn season vol. 2 SNIPPET

A/N: yes, you did in fact read that correctly. there will be a vol. 2 of tis the damn season...NOT part 2, but VOLUME 2. Meaning, this is not a continuation, or a kind of epilogue, but a whole other scenario. with a different character, in a different universe, but connected by the premise of miss swift's song...bc it is my favorite holiday tune. this will probably be posted around new years, so see you then!

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It was the Wednesday before Christmas, and the pub was empty—just how Harry liked it. This year, the holiday was on a weekend, which meant the crowd of school-days-past wouldn’t be arriving until tomorrow at the earliest, semi-finishing out their work weeks.

Harry had been in Chesire for a week already, lazy-ing around his mum’s house and patiently waiting for his sister to come from London (she’d be part of the hoard arriving tomorrow). His mum was out for the night, at a holiday party she had with her friends every year. She had invited him along, but that week, he had already crashed a lunch and a festive dinner. The idea of round three felt pathetic.

His cousins were Christmas shopping for their baby—and it’s not that Harry didn’t want to join them, he just knew that it wasn’t the kind of shopping he was into. It was mission-based. Harry preferred the kind of shopping day that took hours and ended with a nice meal—whether or not he completed his list didn’t matter. It was the spirit of it.

So, he was alone. In a pub he frequented every time he came back. They had decorated for the holiday, with the top shelf of the bar lined with stockings that had the staff’s names written on—there were a few he didn’t recognize from the year before. It sat uncomfortably on his chest. He should make more time to visit home—because that’s what it still was to him. It didn’t matter where his house was, that he had spent more months in LA and New York alone (mostly) than he did his mum’s house. They weren’t the same, devoid of that special warmth and love that hit him each time he opened the heavy, oak door.

Garland hung around the perimeter of the room, from the ceiling, and also draped beneath the bar. Poinsettias (which he hated) filled vases on shelves that usually housed more appealing faux bouquets. He did like, however, the Christmas lights strung along the ceiling and wrapped around the posts throughout the space. It made it all quite cozy.

“Thanks, Gerry,” Harry said as he took his pint from across the bar.

The pub door opened, and with it came a gust of cold hair.

“Aye, it’s the new girl,” Gerry called across the bar to the other tender, his younger brother Tommy.

Harry turned just in time to see the smirk on the face of the supposed newcomer. He wasn’t sure if the chill that moved through him was from the burst of cold or the energy that radiated from her. She was completely bundled up, from her big boots to her bright red beanie.

She plucked it off by its pom-pom and dropped it onto the bar top, only five seats down from Harry. “Not new, temporary,” she said.

“Only ‘cause we haven’t won you over yet. Just wait, you won’t dream of leavin’ by time we’re done with you.”

She rolled her eyes playfully and unwound the pink and red striped scarf from her neck. She draped it over the seat next to her, then peeled off her coat, revealing long, dark hair that had been tucked down her back.

She was pretty. Harry could tell just from her profile. From her voice. Her nose was suited for a fairy and her cheeks were round—stained pink from the wind.

“The usual?” Tommy asked.

“Please,” she said as she pulled the sleeves of her cream sweater over her hands and fought off a shiver.

“Hi.”

Harry jolted out of his trance and flushed with embarrassment at being caught staring.

“I’m Rosie.” She smiled.

“Harry.”

“I know.” The smirk was back, and he thought, seeing her face so clearly now, it made her look even more beautiful. If that was even possible.

“Right.” He looked down and spun his glass on its coaster,

He heard her thank Tommy for whatever her usual was and listened as they fell into easy, friendly conversation.

“Care to join us?”

He looked up and was met with her smile, and expectant looks from the boys who stood on the other side of the bar, their own drinks in their hands.

“Uh, yeah, why not?”

Harry moved down until they were only a seat apart.

“Rosie’s from London,” Tommy supplied. “Like you.”

“No, technically, Harry’s from here,” Gerry corrected.

“Well, yeah, but—”

“Are you visiting family?” Harry cut him off. “For Christmas?”

“Uh, no,” she said with a scrunch of her nose. Harry left her room to elaborate, but she didn’t.

“Rosie’s a writer,” Gerry offered, before taking a sip of his beer. She blushed behind the curtain of her hair.

This was how his small village operated. A new person meant new information, new stories to pass around and gossip about. It didn’t matter if that person was sitting right in front of them. It was charming, but also terrifying. Especially if the stories making the rounds about you weren’t exactly tame, or inconsequential, or PG-13.

“Is she?” He asked, his eyes looking over her.

“I write novels for young adults. Well, I wrote one novel. I’m working on the second. Supposed to be, anyway.”

“S’why she’s here.” Tommy supplied before downing the rest of his glass, just as the pub door opened again.

“Is it?” He was aware that his attempts to flirt right now were abysmal, but he didn’t know what else to say. He wanted to talk to her, not Tommy. He wanted to pry and tease and slide into the seat next to her, but he couldn’t do that with them watching so closely. The things the town would say about that...so these redundant questions were all he had.

“Sort of.” That was all she offered before taking a sip from the glass of white wine in front of her.

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gucciwins · 1 year

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Harry brings a gift…and an important question is asked

A/N: hi friends, it’s been over a month since i last posted. life and school got really busy. but to celebrate graduating uni here is a sweet blurb 💜 happy reading

Word count: 1987

Y/N loved working at a coffee shop. She loved the smell of freshly brewed coffee, and when a customer asked for her favorite drink. Y/N had been at this coffee shop since she entered uni and continued while pursuing her postgraduate. She enjoyed how flexible Connie, the owner was with her hours. Being here for so long meant Y/N was good with inventory and, more times than not, found herself in the back, organizing and keeping track of all the items. She loved making drinks and talking with customers, but sometimes she got overwhelmed and needed a breather doing inventory allowed her to do so. The shop had been slow most of the morning, so she slipped to the back to get ahead and hopefully head out early. She was looking forward to stopping at the bookstore and picking up the newest Emily Henry novel she had pre-ordered.

Drew poked his head with a teasing smile on his face. “What?” She asked without turning to look at him. “Your staring is getting creepy.”

He scoffs, “you didn’t even look up.”

“You got that intense gaze, my friend.”

Drew sighed, “I get that a lot.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, “can I help you with something?”

“No. I wanted to ask if you wanted to make a matcha?” Drew asked suspiciously.

Before Y/N could reply, Tish rushed in. “Harry Styles is here!” Tish screams quietly. “He wants a matcha something. My matches are horrible,” she cries.

Tish is their newest barista, who started here a month ago. She’s a petite pink-haired Latina who Y/N had taken under her wing. Tish had moved far from home and happened to join their team as Connie went on vacation, leaving Y/N and Drew in charge until her return in late Summer. Tish had no idea Harry Styles was a regular here and that Y/N might harbor a small crush on the English pop star.

Y/N glares at Drew because he must have known it's why he came in to bother her. She acted like she was okay not being able to greet Harry, but she loved her conversations with Harry. He told her about new poetry books he was reading. Y/N shared about the new artist she was listening to or the latest record she found. Once Y/N told Harry she was a fan of Madison Cunningham. Harry promised to give her a listen, and months later, she opened for Harry in New York City. Y/N thought it was a funny coincidence, but she couldn’t help but think that she influenced him and his taste in music even a little bit.

“Oh, did I not say lover boy had arrived?” Drew smirks, seeing Y/N’s flushed cheeks.

Tish’s eyes look at her in surprise. “Are you dating Harry Styles?”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Drew shut up,” Y/N mutters.

“He so wants to date her,” Drew whispers to Tish.

Y/N fixes her apron and name tag. She makes sure her bisexual flag pin and anatomical heart pin are straightened and hurries out to make Harry’s drink knowing they’ve taken too long.

“The slut strands fix the slut strands,” Drew calls out as he reaches out to fix her hair. She slaps his hands away and walks out from the backroom. Y/N doesn’t even let herself scan the room.

Susie shoots her a wink as she finishes up with a cashier. Y/N grabs his cup and sees that he’s chosen a lavender matcha latte, a favorite of hers. She takes her time and dances around her coworkers happily, knowing they all wait in anticipation for her to call his name.

Y/N won’t give them the pleasure.

“Lavender Matcha latte,” Y/N calls out. She sees him stand up from his seat in the back corner by the shop's tiny bookcase, where you can grab a book and leave another in return.

She had her eyes on Harry, that she missed when a tall redhead approached her. Usually, Y/N picked up the charm for a pretty redhead, but today all her attention is focused on a brunette with emerald eyes. “Did you say, Hailey?” The cute redhead asks.

“Sorry, babes,” Y/N apologizes. “Forgot to say the name. It’s Harry. Yours will be out shortly.”

Hailey giggles, “I had just ordered, so I was a little surprised.”

“We’ll have it out shortly,” Y/N promises as she walks away.

Y/N wants the ground to open up and swallow her whole because Harry had to witness that awkward interaction. “Sorry,” she apologizes to him. “Lavender matcha?”

“Yes, thank you.” He accepts the cup letting their fingers touch for the briefest second. “It’s good to see you, Y/N.”

“You too,” she chirps. “Glad you stopped by. Our matcha still the best?”

Harry smiles, and Y/N can’t help but do the same. She remembers when he came in to tell them he would be away for a few months but would miss their matcha dearly. Y/N made him promise he’d tried to find matcha better than hers—from their coffee shop.

“It was a tough call,” he teases.

Y/N pouts because she knows what that means. He did find better matcha. Although she isn’t sure if he’s found a better matcha or if it’s his way of stopping their flirtatious interactions. Y/N would hate for him to stop coming in. Harry was everyone’s favorite regular because he was kind and learned all their names. He always asked about their life, but Drew teased her because he took a deeper interest in Y/N.

“Y/N,” Drew calls. “It’s break time.”

Fuck.

She knows what he’s doing, and she hates that.

Harry looks away, but she notices his cheeks heat up. “Would-do—“ he shakes his head. “Do you want to sit with me for a bit?”

“Uh,” she looks behind her, and Drew gives her a discrete thumbs up. “Yeah, okay. I’ll meet you there.”

He nods, leaving with his drink to sit back down. Y/N slips off her apron, and Tish hands her a vanilla latte with oat milk. The rule is Tish makes everyone a drink for their break until she’s perfected. In return, everyone takes turns making one for Tish, allowing her to try to guess all the ingredients in the drink of the day.

Y/N walks over to Harry, careful to walk over, and hopes he doesn’t notice her shaking hands. Harry stands up and pulls her chair out when he sees her approaching. She thanks him, taking a sip of her drink to calm down.

It’s good. Really good.

As Harry sits back down, Y/N finds Tish at the till, waiting for her response. She sends her a thumbs up, making Tish scream in success. This had been a drink she could not perfect for a few weeks, but now she could check it off.

She finds Harry staring at her with a warm smile.

“Sorry, Tish’s new, and we’ve been having her make us drinks to practice,” Y/N explains.

“Mhmm…she’s nice. Took my order and ran off,” he giggles.

“Matcha is not a strong suit for her just yet.”

“She’s learning from the best, so I’m sure soon enough,” he praises.

Y/N feels her face heat up. It’s such a compliment coming from him. “How have you been? All that traveling must be nice being home.”

Harry nods, “I love it, but nothing beats home.”

Conversation with Harry flows easily. He tells her about things he did on his days off. They never mention his shows, but she doesn’t mind. She loves hearing about his intense workouts and the newest book he picked up, and how many friends he has reunited with.

In return, she shares how she completed another year and plans to celebrate in Italy towards the end of July. Harry tells her places she has to visit and even gives her the name of a restaurant she has to visit and to say Harry sent her. He promises it’ll be the best pasta she’s ever had.

Harry changes the conversation back to matcha, promising he missed her drinks.

“You did tell me to find the best,” he teases.

“I thought the best was here,” Y/N defends.

He turns away from her to open his tote bag and slips out a metal tin. “My friend took me to this place in Tokyo, and it was amazing.”

“Harry,” she frowns. “Breaking my heart.”

Harry laughs, “I brought some for you all to try and make some drinks.”

Y/N awes at his kind gesture because he didn’t need to do that, but he wanted to. She accepts the gift and reads the label to learn more about it. “I’m sure if I make it, then it won’t be the same.”

“But you can try?” He offers.

“Matcha is something you have to be gentle with.”

“I asked the barista why it was so good,” Harry shares.

“What they tell you?” Y/N asks, wanting to know the secret to the best matcha.

“It’s about what you put in. All the emotions and feelings you are filled with go into a cup of coffee or tea,” he tells her. He pauses for a second before continuing. “I told them it was good but that it was missing something,” he looks away, unable to meet her eye. “Something about it being special who makes the cup for you.”

Y/N tries her best to contain her smile but fails, knowing Harry enjoyed her matcha because she made it. “Well, I enjoy a good matcha and hope everyone who drinks it does too.”

She looks down at her watch and knows her time with him is over, and she needs to go back to work. Y/N holds tight to the tin and smiles at Harry. “I’m glad you stopped by, Harry.”

“It was good to see you,” he tells her.

As she stands up, he stops Y/N from walking away by holding lightly to her wrist. “Sorry, wait.” He lets go quickly and digs in his bag again. “I said it was for everyone, but I got this one just for you.”

It’s in a purple-colored tin, and Y/N feels her heart swell. Harry bought matcha just for her because he knows she likes it.

“Harry, this was so kind of you.” Harry nods. “Thank you for thinking of me.”

“I hope you’ll tell me how you like it when you make yourself a latte with it,” he smiles at you, giving her the courage to do something crazy.

Y/N looks over her shoulder and sees everyone working, and the customers are lost in their conversations that she allows herself to focus back on Harry. “I don’t know if I’m reading too much into this, but would you want to come over to mine, and we can try this amazing matcha together?” Y/N smiles, trying to look at ease, but inside, she feels her stomach turning and the butterflies going crazy, knowing Harry now holds so much power over her.

Harry takes a second for her words to sink in before responding. “Yes,” he breathes out. “That would be nice.”

“Great, okay,” she bits her bottom lip, nervous about meeting his gaze but can’t look away when she sees the bright smile and shining eyes. “Uh, I can uh give you my number, and you can let me know when you’re free.”

Harry grins. “Wonderful. It’s a date.”

He opens his journal, and she scribbles down her number and, before thinking twice about it, adds her address underneath.

“Alright,” she steps back with her two tins in hand and coffee in the other. “Bye, Harry.”

“Bye, Y/N. I’ll text you.”

“You can call me too,” she offers.

Harry grins, his dimples on display for her and only her. “You’re off at two, right.”

She hums in response. “I’ll call you then.”

Y/N turns away from him, her face warm from the interaction, her heart bounding, but gosh, is she excited for Harry to call her.

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moonchildstyles · 1 year

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announcement and sneak peak!!

:)))))) hi guys!!!!

I know ive been taking a writing break for quite a while for while and have gotten a few questions asking when id be back and I finally have an answer!!!

starting on Friday, May 5th, ill be back to posting on patreon with an exclusive fic! I will be posting the first part on Tumblr on Friday, the 19th! It's an au where Harry is a guardian angel who's taking care of y/n and ends up falling in love of course:)))))

It's 6 parts long and I'm so excited to be back with new writing! I also have a Pinterest board up so you can get a good idea of the vibe!

If you feel so inclined to sign up to read this new piece, please wait until May 1st! If you sign up anytime before then, it'll charge you again on the 1st anyway, and I don't want that to happen!! Under the cut I'll leave a sneak peek of the fic, but if anyone has any questions you can def send me a message whenever!!

thank you all so much for being so patient with me and taking the time to read my stuff! A new Tumblr fic will be coming this summer :)

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Nonetheless, Harry could still feel his heart breaking as he gazed over her.

To anyone else, she may have looked like a girl resting after a long day, but Harry knew better. He saw all the signs. He'd seen the pile of dishes in her sink, her hair was thrown on the top of her head instead of her usual braid back, and her book of choice for the evening was a comfort novel she turned to when she was in need of lighter thoughts. Her heart had been broken today. Most likely by her own hand.

That was the hardest part, Harry thought as he swept across her floor with silent steps. Knowing that she didn't have to go through this if she was just a little kinder to herself.

Her strawberry shaped diffuser dispersed her favorite blend of lavender essential oil and vanilla fragrance through her room, the scent wafting around him with the help of the span of his wings. Another comfort, he knew; something to soothe the cracks in her heart she was able to ignore for majority of her day until she was left alone with the stars. It was harder for her when the sun went down.

With her wish echoing in his head, Harry took careful steps towards her bed. The melancholy in her house lingered with every step, his gaze stuck to her face to ensure she wasn't spiralling into any bad dreams. All he wanted was to comfort her.

That was the thought he had in his head when he sat down on the edge her bed, her legs just behind him, as he tucked his wings close to his shoulder blades. Ensuring he didn't jostle her as he settled on the mattress, he felt his breath seize when he saw the details of her face under the pale starlight. He'd been close to her before, but this was different.

Her tear tracks sparkled like the stars that lined his home in the clouds, casting pastel shadows over her face with cool blues and purples. The shape of her lips was even more pronounced given the length of her crying; though he didn't care for the cause, the effect was his favorite. Her skin shone like silk; delicate like the lashes lining her eyes, tiny creases and lines that showed that there still were days that made her smile. Despite the fact he was the one with wings pinned to his back, he swore she was the angelic one of the two.

Breathtaking; that was all that was running through his mind. She was too pretty when she cried, it wasn't fair.

His hands fisted in his lap as he wondered what it would feel like to cradle her cheek in his palm. Would she be as warm as he dared to allow himself to imagine, or would she be cool and dewy like the clouds above? Would it be such a bad thing to reach out and test his theories? Besides, he knew from the other guardians that sometimes the touch from an angel can help heal the ailments of their charges. While he doubted he could fix everything that was hurting her tonight, maybe he could soften the sharp edges of her broken heart.

Uncurling his fingers from the fist he had made in his lap, Harry reached out with a tentative hand.

Harry's fingertips touched her skin first, the warmth of her skin rivalling the sun at that slight brush alone. The pads of his lean fingers mapped the round of her cheek as he skimmed over her skin, his palm coming to cup around her face. She was soft like clouds and smooth like silk, a creamy warmth bleeding into his skin that Harry didn't think could come from anyone but this woman. His fingers breached her hairline, soft baby hairs curling around his digits while the curve of her cheek molded into the ridges and lines of his palm.

A platinum warmth was felt bubbling under his skin. That had to be what his friends had talked about—the healing touch of a guardian. It may not be a physical pain he wanted to save her from, but he hoped this touch might be able to soothe her some, even in her sleep.

Looking at her now, under the guise of pale moonlight with his palm holding her carefully, he wanted nothing more than for her to be able to feel the affection he felt for her. She had no idea how cared for and loved she was—even by people she didn't see all that often now that she had moved on her own. She had no idea how much he cared for her.

What a special girl she was, he thought as he tentatively ran the pad of his thumb over the height of her cheekbone. Half of her wish was about how much she wanted to give love to others, wishing that privilege upon someone else who he would bet would never really deserve someone quiet as divine as her; selfishness didn't even come to her when she was alone.

His wish was a hope that there was someone out there that could show her how much she was loved. Someone like him, even though he didn't dare linger on that thought for too long.

He would find a way to make her wishes come true. He knew he would, that much he'd promise even if he couldn't tell her.

A tiny smile crossed her features as (Y/N) pressed her cheek into Harry's hand. Pride puffed at his chest, his wings spanning behind him as if he could create a shield around their moment. Even if she wasn't aware, at least she could feel the way he cared for her.

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possibilistfanfiction · 10 months

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ava teasing bea about her short haircut growing too long

[turned out silly! god bless]

beatrice wanders out of your bedroom around 11, hums in thanks when you get up from the couch where you had been reading to fix her a cup of coffee. she had been up early to surf, like usual, then back to sleep after you had laughed at her drooping eyelids and kissed her soundly after she'd showered. it's not new, not really, but the war is finally over and it feels like a series of small miracles: to sit on the couch as the day warms; to watch the sun float to the middle of the sky after the marine layer burns off; for beatrice to sleep without nightmares, to curl up into your side with her cup of coffee and kiss your shoulder. things are quiet, quieter than they've ever been since you'd had a piece of metal shoved in your back and life roaring through your veins; since you had kissed beatrice, sure you were going to die; since she had kissed you through tears when you finally made it back.

it's normal, these days, for her to nap: even though she won't fully admit it, she's catching up on, like, a whole lifetime's worth of rest, you're pretty sure. and a whole lifetime's worth of pleasure too, which you are all too eager to experience with her: the smell of peonies in the spring, the burst of taste from the plucots from the farmer's market, the feel of her hand buried deep inside you. and then rest — a pleasure borne of safety, of comfort, of finally, finally, not feeling like she's going to die. like, in some way, she deserves to.

she sighs into your neck and you kiss the top of her head, settle your fingers there. 'your hair is getting long.'

she huffs, quietly and mostly for show, which makes you smile. she sits up and rearranges her limbs, still casual, still soft and unassuming in her boxers and her favorite hoodie. 'i know.'

'you growing it out?' she's actively pouting about it, but fun to ask anyway, just to see her frown sharpen.

'ugh. no.'

'so you're just... vibing with this? it's, like, very 2010 justin bieber. i'm into it, though, don't worry.'

it adds a blush to her pout, which is delightful. 'horrible.'

'mmm. harry styles, original the x factor audition? more british, just for you.'

'ava.'

you laugh.

'you think you're very funny, don't you?'

'i'm, like, the funniest person i know.'

'that's okay,' beatrice says, a little smile sneaking its way into the corners of her mouth — delighted enough to make you suspicious. you narrow your eyes just in time for her to say, completely seriously, 'because, you know, looks aren't everything.'

'wow.' you clutch a hand to your chest. 'this is a worse pain than any injury i've ever had. a blow to my soul, beatrice. my very soul.'

it's worth it all, just for her silly laugh, for the terrible wink she offers you, for her apology in the form of a forehead kiss, gentle and reverent. 'i don't think that's true.'

'obviously not,' you say. 'and, also, i know it's a lie. i'm hot as hell. actually, hotter. i would know.'

she sighs, exasperated and overwhelmingly fond.

you brush back bangs that fall into her eyes. 'what's up, then?'

'i —' she pauses, fiddles with the chain around her neck, picks at her fingernails until you take her hand and squeeze. 'i don't know. ptsd and executive dysfunction?'

'ahh. so, super fun in your head lately, huh?'

'i—i've told you,' she says, a little hesitant.

'oh, babe,' you say, scoot closer to her and offer your hands. 'i know. and i'm sorry. you know i understand.'

she nods.

'can i help? i can schedule an appointment with your barber; we can make a little evening of it, if you want. or we can totally just come back here after. you know i'm, like, a sucker for a fresh fade.'

she grants you a gentle smile, a real one, a little indulgent and just for you. 'i do know that.' she squeezes your hand. 'our sisters asked if they might come over later, actually. so, if you could help me make the appointment for late afternoon, then maybe we can have a pizza night afterward, or something.'

never in your wildest dreams a few years ago would you have dreamt of having a pizza night with a bunch of nuns, or ex-nuns — one of whom is your hot butch partner, the rest of whom are your family — but, 'fuck yeah. that sounds awesome.'

beatrice nods, straightening and focusing seriously. you hide a smile. 'okay, i can do it. make the appointment.'

'you can.' you rub her back. 'or i can.'

she gets out her phone, opens her texts. there are... a lot of unopened messages, and you make a mental note to go through them with her tomorrow, but she scrolls to her barber's contact and sends off an extremely polite and perfectly punctuated text, and, like, god, you love her.

'okay, well, can we, like, make a music video or something with this hair before we go or something?'

'no.'

you scramble to follow when she stands up — lithe and graceful and powerful; you're still undeterred. 'what about a video in the car? taylor swift gay love interest?'

'oh, and you're taylor swift in this scenario?'

'you love her. i know it. speak now is like your favorite album of all time.'

'it certainly isn't.'

you follow her into your bedroom, just for fun, and nod when she tells you that her barber is available in an hour.

'hmm. 1989?'

she gives you a muffled sigh from the closet as you flop back onto the bed, and you smile up at the ceiling. her favorite taylor swift album is red, and you know it for a fact, but that's okay; you'll let her keep her silly secrets for now.

she emerges in a men's sage green linen co-ord set, slouchy and perfect, and pristine white sneakers, and holds out her hand. 'lunch?'

you pop up and lace your fingers with hers.

beatrice orders six pizzas, all different kinds from the sourdough pizzeria nearby, which you try to tell her is too many, but she's still a little anxious about things so you let her have it; you can eat leftovers and force camila and yasmine to bring some back to mother superion anyway. beatrice also sets the table outside, which is one hundred percent ridiculous, but it's cute so you just tell her it looks nice and put the whole stack of pizza boxes in the middle. there's a whoosh and sulfur and then mary, lilith, camila, and yasmin are dusting themselves off in your living room. you hug them all tight, compliment mary's freshly done braids and camila's t-shirt, yasmine's new earrings. you make it a point to annoy lilith with as many pick up lines as possible until she just walks away from you to skulk around on the patio while you get everyone wine or beer, but she takes the glass of a beautiful chardonnay she and beatrice like with a small, genuine smile.

'your hair looks nice, beatrice,' camila says, digging into her slice of pizza once you're all sitting around the table.

beatrice steels herself for a moment, and you all know she's still working through everything: a lifetime of trauma, from her parents, the church, a holy war. 'thank you,' she says, soft and sure, and you share a smile with camila.

'yes,' lilith says, and beatrice is mid-eyeroll when lilith contines: 'very love island boy.'

there's a brief pause and then mary is delightedly and loudly laughing, beatrice is blushing up to her ears, and it doesn't take long until the entire table dissolves into giggles.

'oh my god,' camila says, 'let's have a love island party!'

'it is summer,' yasmine agrees.

'i'm ordering you a waterbottle, right now,' mary says, phone in hand.

beatrice groans and looks to you, exasperated and adorable. 'better than justin bieber, at least.'

you grin, put your hand on the back of her neck, run your fingers along the grain of her buzzed hair until it fades neatly into the short top, where it's always inevitably, and fashionably, a little messy. 'i'd crack on and then couple up with you every trip to the firepit, if that's what you're asking.'

'i'm leaving,' she says. 'i'm on a journey of self-discovery, and you're all the worst,' but it's all posturing: she laughs and eats her pizza and is apparently swayed into actually having a love island party next weekend by your promise of wearing your tiniest bikini for it.

a few days later, a package does arrive on your front porch, and you almost snort seltzer through your nose laughing so hard when beatrice opens it to find a water bottle with her name on it in bright pink, curly font.

#wn #wn fic #avatrice #avatrice fic #so here we are i guess! lmfao #butch bea 🥺🫡#finally... the love island boy drag #INSULT not drag eg a drag slow but that’s also fun #iykyk

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Can we talk for a minute?

Chapter 3 of "This is the Neighborhood Din" Series

Din Djarin (Modern AU) x Sierra Harris (plus size OFC)

This fic is for readers 18+ MDNI

Word Count: about 2.6k

Warnings: Brief mention of injuries, awkward texting, HOA beef, boyfriends alert, that one nosy coworker, Grogu is adorable

Summary: Things have been a bit off between Din and Sierra, though individually they are doing well. Luke and Greef agree to disagree and our boyfriends are here! Dinner usually makes things better, maybe.

Notes: We meet more characters in our neighborhood or at least in Din and Sierra's orbit. I did my best with the teaching and mechanical engineering stuff. 👀 I did figure out how to make dividers finally! 😍

Main Masterlist/ Din Djarin - The Mandalorian Masterlist/ This is the Neighborhood Din Series

Two days. Sierra hasn’t spoken to Din for two days. She’d mainly been hiding in her room. She’d actually seen more of Din’s son Grogu. Johnnie Mae and Sierra never spoke about the other night, she just helped change her bandages in silence. She felt bad for not telling the truth to her aunt. Johnnie Mae felt offended that Sierra thought she couldn’t tell her. She should be able to tell her anything.

Today, Sierra had to leave the house to go into the middle school she’s supposed to be teaching at. She’d done the background check, now it was ID photos and to meet the department head of the sciences to check in. Her hair is on top of her head in a tight bun with her favorite poppy red scrunchie in it, she made sure her edges were as flat as she could get them. She wore her brown flats, a navy blue skirt and a black button down shirt. She didn’t tuck it in to cover her tummy so she pulled her skirt up and over. It was a long sleeve shirt to cover the bandages, there were a few less thankfully but she didn’t need any questions of that nature at her new job. This is a new start. All of it is a new beginning.

“Good morning Ms. Sierra!”

A small voice called her name as she saw bouncing chocolate curls before seeing his cute little face. He was waving as his father stood behind him in a red Henley shirt, a sweatshirt tucked over his brown satchel and a gray lunchbox in his opposite hand. Grogu held his bright green lunch box with a large frog on it. He ran up to Sierra. “How are you? You’re going out today? You usually are working on a project in your room right? Miss Harris said it’s a difficult one. Good luck!” The sweet little boy said before heading over to his father’s black SUV. Din nodded and his son quickly puffed out his cheeks. “Daddy! You’re supposed to say good morning, manners are important right? Isn’t that what Uncle Greef says?” Din chuckles and turns to face Sierra.

“Good morning Sierra. You look pretty today. Something important?” He asked. He was curious about so much more, but it isn’t the right time to ask at 7:30 in the morning. She’s been avoiding him and he understands but he couldn’t help but wonder how she was doing after such an intimate moment. She doesn’t expect him to really put it out of his mind right? Sierra smiled and nodded.

“Yes. I’ve gotten most of my stuff set up at my new school so I’m meeting with the science department head to get a feel of what they’re teaching and how I can fit into it. I’m excited but also so nervous. I just hope it goes well.” In explaining, she touches her left arm, the worse of the two, she released it as soon as she noticed that Din looked down at her arm. “It’s a lot better. I…maybe in another week or two.” She doesn’t want to go into any detail, not with little Grogu here. She hoped he wouldn’t ask anymore, not right now.

“That’s great. And you’ll do an amazing job. They’ll be lucky to have you. Let me know how it goes tonight.” Din offered, he wanted to extend an invitation, a reason for them to talk. At least he would know if she was willing to. Grogu had opened the door and was up in the truck.

“Daddy! We can’t be late! You made a wrong turn the last time!” Grogu yelled, making both Din and Sierra look over at the truck. Din waved and so did Sierra who hopped in their vehicles and drove off to start their days.

Johnnie Mae watched from her screen door with a grin. “Maybe I won’t have to do anything, ‘cept keep an eye out to make sure that bastard never goes near her again. Thank God they’re divorced.”

Greef Karga did not see himself as a difficult man. He felt he was fair as far as the leader of the Homeowners Association was concerned. Most people in the neighborhood conformed to the rules about grass length, approved colors on the siding and shutters. Even roof material. There was one thorn in Greef’s side. He thought it might have been the Djarin’s who he knew through some business dealings with metal supplies for different universities and labs. They’ve settled in well so far.

Luke Skywalker and his damn grass.

Luke Skywalker and his damn charcoal gray shutters.

Luke Skywalker and his damn trailer sitting in front of his house, gathering dust and rust.

Greef was walking toward the house in question, Luke was sitting in his usual spot on his porch, drinking his brand of liquor - Blue Space Milk.

“Hey Greef, what can I do for you today?”

Standing at the top of his steps, his hands were on his hips as he sucked his teeth.

“You know what Luke. At the very least, the trailer that I’ve never seen you use. You don’t have any registered business that you can use it with.”

Luke chuckled as he took a swig of his blue liquor, some of it dribbled in his beard and wiped on the bottom of his tan sweater.

“It’s on my property, I don’t see why you’re worried about it. There was just someone who moved in a few days ago. Clearly property values aren’t too bad. Like you keep claiming it would bring down prices.”

Greef rolled his eyes and sat down across Luke. “One thing Luke. If not the trailer, then the grass. I’ve seen three snakes in the last two weeks.”

Luke stroked his beard and leaned back in his chair. “I’ll think about it, if you buy me some more Blue Space Milk.”

“That shit is $100 a bottle and I don’t like your dusty, cranky, lazy ass. I’m not buying you a damn thing.”

“That’s a damn shame, Greef. I’m not doing shit.”

Greef snickered and stood up. “That’s alright Luke. I know someone who can motivate you. See you later.” Karga walked back down the porch stairs and threw Luke a thumbs up while the grumpy bearded man tipped his bottle toward him. Skywalker didn’t have the foggiest idea what Greed could be up to. He hadn’t been able to get him to comply with rules thus far, so he wasn’t worried about it.

Din watched as Grogu ran towards the double doors after giving him a hug. He’d be able to drop him off at school the first month, but after that, he needs to be at work at 7am and off by 4pm but thankfully in addition to being able to play with the other kids, Ms. Harris would keep Grogu for before and after school care. After making sure his son was safely in school, he pondered if he should send a text to Sierra. He did have her number for the other night but he didn’t know if it would be a bit much. They did at least speak today. He decided he would think about it more as he headed to work.

Sierra had finished her short meeting with the principal and was on her way to meet with the science department head. Things went well, the principal said that depending on how things went, next year, she might be able to join as a full time teacher instead of just subbing. Thinking about this morning, he’d reached out even though he didn’t have to. She honestly thought it was best not to speak to him, keep her distance. She believed that she had put way too much on him in their first meeting. But despite that, Sierra’s mind wandered to how he held her, how safe she felt, that he told her it was okay to be fragile.

Thinking about it made her cry. Half the time she thought it was because he pitied her, but she thought about what he said and did. Asking if it was okay, apologizing because he thought he may have done something to make things worse. The care Din showed her in that one evening. Sierra needed time to accept it, that it’s alright.

She arrived at the department head’s office and she was finishing up a call so she decided to send him a text. Opening her messages, she saw the cute pictures of Grogu and her aunt napping on the couch. Sighing with a soft smile, Sierra sent him a text:

Good morning Din. So far things went well with the principal and I’m going to meet with the department after her call. I hope you and Grogu are having a good day. Maybe you should come by for dinner tonight with Grogu. If you’d like.

The department head got off her call and waved Sierra in. She entered with an extra pep in her step. She was taking another small step forward.

Din was in the middle of applying a concentrated torch to a sheet of aluminum alloy to see if by adding bronze to it would help increase it’s melting point and also be cost effective. So far, the temperature was up to 600 degrees Fahrenheit in the testing chamber as Din, Ray and Finn watched the experiment closely, taking notes. That way, it could be used to withstand temperatures needed for all sorts of applications. While bringing the temperature down, they discussed what they were going to eat for lunch. Din had packed his own from home, Ray did the same and Finn was waiting on his ride.

“I swear, he’s always late! He’s lucky he has all that curly hair and other attributes…” Finn’s voice trailed off as Din and Ray snickered. They knew exactly what Finn was referring to as it referenced his boyfriend. John and Mark, who’d helped Din move in, stopped by their lab to ask how things were going in the new house. Din said they were going well and that his neighbors were proving to be really hospitable. As they chatted, Rey chimed in asking about Grogu and school. Din said that it had only been a day but he was taking to it well, already having a friend in Quinton who they both originally met at Ms. Harris’ home.

“Hello good people! Have you seen an intelligent gentleman with a perfect brown leather jacket on?” A voice that they were all familiar with had them turning toward the door, with arms stretched out, only two buttons secured so all of his chest wouldn’t be out and bouncing obsidian curls with a bright white smile to match strolled slowly into the lab.

Ray rolled her eyes hard and pointed to Finn who had stood up, picked up back and threw his arms round Poe’s shoulders. “You need to stop running late. I only have thirty minutes for lunch.” Poe kissed Finn’s neck and pulled back.

“I know, I know, but where we’re going has that coconut cream pie you love. Then I’ll make it up to you later.”

“You naughty pilot you. Alright, let’s go.” Finn grinned and as he walked out, he popped a palm on Poe’s ample derriere.

Din and company chuckled and went to his workstation. He let Rey chat with John and Mark while he went to go eat his lunch. He had a chicken sandwich with pringles and a strawberry applesauce cup that Grogu had stuck in his lunch that morning stating that he needed more color in his lunch and some fruit. He smiled at the applesauce and wondered if Grogu was having a good day too. He took out his phone and saw a notification and his eyebrows raised at the name: Sierra Harris. Din read it three times, trying to make sure there weren't any hidden meanings, there were not. He texted her back:

Good afternoon Sierra. Sorry for not seeing this earlier. I was working in the lab and I usually leave my phone at my workstation for safety. I hope things went well with the department head. They’ll make you full time by next year. We’d love to come by for dinner tonight. Let me know what time we need to be there.

Din sent it as Rey peeped over his shoulder. “Who’s Sierra? She’s met Grogu, that sounds serious.” Din closed his eyes and then looked up at Rey, annoyed.

“You don’t have to be in everyone’s business Rey. Go back over to John and Mark. Nothing over here is any of your concern.” He stated flatly. Rey was a good colleague, though, but a busybody. He made sure that for the first two years of working with her, she didn’t know he had a kid. Of course when she found out, she took it upon herself to match him up with single moms and women into DILFs. A term he didn’t need to know about and was sorry he knew about. Rey took the hint and left him alone as he peered back at his phone. Three dots were rolling across the screen.

Sierra replied: Dinner will be at six tonight. I look forward to seeing you. What did you mean by safety? Do you work a dangerous job? My meeting with the department head went well. I start next week as there’s a teacher out with COVID.

Um, is this a lot? This texting during the day? Since your job is dangerous, maybe I shouldn’t.

Din saw her delete the second message and he chuckled when she wrote:

You saw that didn’t you? How lame is that? It is too much, isn’t it?

His response was swift as he didn’t want her to spiral which to looked that was already in progress:

Texting me is fine. I won’t always be able to answer because I handle volatile compounds at work. That and I’m usually the one telling my co-workers to not be on the phone all the time. It’s not too much. Just type what you want to say Sierra.

Sierra could hear each message in the same comforting voice from two days ago. It made her smile as she leaned against her car, getting ready to head back home. She figured she would type it since he said to type what she wanted to say:

I didn’t say it the other night and I should have. Thank you so much for what you both said and did Din. That entire day for me was insane and I could only process so much. I should have said it sooner. I’ll explain better in person. I owe you that, tonight after dinner.

Din decided against telling her that she didn’t need to explain anything to him. He did want to know everything about what happened the other day and what led up to it. He’d only known her for a few days so he’ll take what information he can get.

You’re welcome Sierra. Tell me what you’re comfortable with. There’s plenty of time. I look forward to our sit down after dinner.

Din could kick himself…’sit down’? That sounds like she’s in trouble. Being team leader of these goofballs and Grogu’s dad might have rendered his vocabulary a bit lacking. Sierra only laughed at his word choice and got in her car to go home. She’s going to bake a cake tonight. It’s going to be special.

Chapter Two Chapter Four

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Peak Drarry: Celebrating Incredible Writers - lettersbyelise

Peak Drarry is a series of posts celebrating the absolute treasure trove of talented writers in this fandom, and a reminder of how lucky we are to have them here with us. Find last month’s post featuring @aibidil here. This month features a fan-and-personal-favorite, @lettersbyelise.

✨lettersbyelise✨

I was introduced to Elise’s writing when they returned to the fandom in late 2021 after a little haitus. Being fairly new to Drarry at the time, I had not yet heard of Elise, though plenty of other readers were chomping at the bit to get their hands on Elise’s new work. I kept hearing good things, so I figured I’d check it out—and immediately fell in love after reading Burn the Witch. The fic was poignant, exciting, and, above all, full of dreamy, delicious romance. So, why should you read Elise’s fic? Here are a few reasons:

The ungodly levels of UST

Elise’s Harry and Draco are fully in lust from the first, even if they still despise each other. In Unfold Me, Harry hates his roommate Malfoy so much that he can’t stop thinking about him or the smell of his laundry detergent. And then, when Malfoy accidentally includes his own t-shirt in Harry’s clean laundry pile, Harry has had enough. He sleeps with Malfoy’s t-shirt under his pillow (and does other, unspeakable things while sniffing it) as retribution. In Cabin Fever, Harry doesn’t like Malfoy or anything, but he can’t help but notice when a sudden gust of wind “whipped through Malfoy’s burgundy, standard-issue Auror cloak and exposed his shapely posterior for Harry to admire.” Okay, and fine, he’s also noticed the way Malfoy laughs, how he strides “through the Auror department corridors like a young prince perusing his future kingdom” (Harry’s words, not mine), and sometimes runs a hand through his “short, stylish, impossibly blond hair.” But don’t worry! Malfoy’s also lusting over Harry, a fact that he accidentally lets slip when he calls Harry ‘pretty’ out of nowhere (which obviously makes Harry lose his damn mind).

Sometimes Harry and Draco’s lust is very inconvenient, like in Draco Malfoy’s Stupendous Seduction Seminar, when Draco recalls a time Potter was pressed against him in the lifts and afterward, Draco had to “walk around with a manila folder held in front of his crotch for a good fifteen minutes.” Poor Draco. Sometimes, Harry is so hot that Draco’s body can’t handle it, like in Burn the Witch, when Draco sees Harry for the first time in years and his heart skips a beat. Literally, “[s]kipped a fucking beat, like in a cheap romance novel.”

Thankfully, Harry’s usually in the same boat. He’s cursed with having a sort of sixth sense when it comes to Malfoy. He can “walk into a room and know Malfoy is there before he even sets eyes on him.” (Draco Malfoy’s Stupendous Seduction Seminar). The back of his neck prickles whenever Malfoy’s around, okay? It’s not his fault. Malfoy only encourages it, doing things like wearing body-con leggings during a play (Upstaged) so that Harry is basically forced to go and see him perform a bagillion times in a row.

Further complicating matters, Elise’s Harry has typically been thinking about Malfoy for a very long time, in very R-rated ways, like in Laws of Gravity, wherein he muses over the fact that Malfoy kneeling in front of him in a cloakroom is “every fantasy Harry has ever blocked coming to life with an incandescent lack of warning.” Oh, generic gay fantasies, you ask? Hardly. We’re talking Malfoy-specific fantasies that involve “the version Harry’s always kept in the back of his mind, all these years—a hungry, debauched version…” Mm hm. This lust has been brewing for ages.

Occasionally, Elise likes to throw in they-almost-go-there-but-stop-themselves moments that make the UST levels fly off the charts altogether. I literally wrote in my notes on Had To Be You, “oh my god! No!! No! Just have sex! Oh my godddd!!!” (look what you’ve reduced me to, Elise). But Harry and Draco did not have sex at that time. Instead, they proceeded to eat dinner together, sporting what I can only imagine were horrendously painful blue balls. Don’t worry, though—it’s worth the wait when it happens.

Because, listen, if you’re sitting there thinking that all this UST buildup must lead to some scorching hot smut, then you are one hundred percent right. I’m not going to spoil these sexy, delicious, smutty scenes for you here by telling you too much about them, but as a preview, here’s Harry narrating in Had to Be You:

Harry’s heart keeps wanting to escape his ribcage, or at least burst it open, it’s beating so loud. He’s never felt anything like this — this anticipation, like the second before a kiss, only drawn up for minutes, for hours, for bloody months, if Harry’s perfectly honest with himself. There hasn’t been anyone else than Draco for months, maybe years...[T]he back of Draco’s hand brushes his, soft and warm and secret, and Harry nearly gasps, because just that tiny touch of Draco’s is the most erotic thing he’s experienced.

A brush of Draco’s hand does that, ladies and gentlemen. So, yeah, the smut is good.

All that sweet, sweet pining

Listen, I’m not going to say that Elise enjoys torturing readers—I can’t see into their mind! But if I had to guess, I’d say maybe they enjoy it a little? Because Harry and Draco pine so hard in Elise’s fic. Oh, sure, they’ll eventually come to experience a life-changing, soul-filling love for the ages, but first they are going to suffer. If you are anything like me, though, you’ll eat it up because it’s beautiful in its own right, and because it makes the payoff so, so sweet. But first, the pain.

Sometimes jealousy is involved, like in Had to Be You. For years, Draco and Harry watch each other date around and absolutely hate it. This results in various degrees of tantrum-throwing. When Harry makes out with Draco’s friend at a music festival, Harry notes that Draco is in a black mood the next day, and that it has “nothing to do with the weather.” Draco stops talking to Harry for a month after that. A month! When Draco sets off on an Italian holiday with a boyfriend, Harry stomps around until he gets a text from Draco that says Draco misses him (yes, Draco’s texting Harry that he misses him while on a holiday with his boyfriend, and no, neither one of them realizes what this means at this point).

Other times, there is no one else in the picture, and yet our dear boys still pine. They yearn for the thing they think they cannot have (even though they definitely, definitely can have it). In Laws of Gravity, Harry is completely obsessed with Malfoy from the start, although he’s sure it won’t work out because Malfoy’s a pickpocket, and also because he’s Malfoy. Harry thinks maybe the feelings will fade? Fat chance, when he readily admits that his life is “bisected into before and after Malfoy’s mind-boggling blowjob.” Harry. Buddy. You’ve divided your entire life (which included a starring role in a war, mind) into pre-blowjob and post-blowjob. I’m pretty sure your feelings are here to stay.

And the reality is, sex is never enough for these two. Nothing short of lifelong love and devotion is ever enough. After Malfoy keeps putting out for Harry in Laws of Gravity, Harry tells him he’s sending mixed signals. Malfoy points out that he’s given Harry not one, but two blowjobs at this point, and he very clearly wants him. Harry argues that it’s “not the same as liking someone.” Because see, Harry and Draco want everything from each other in Elise’s fic. Not just blowjobs, not just friendship, not just casual dating. They want everything.

They’ll make you believe in true love

Which brings me to my final point. Elise’s stories are about the most unabashedly romantic things I’ve ever read. In their first fic on AO3, Had To Be You, Elise notes that it’s inspired by When Harry Met Sally, a film they admit to having watched ‘a hundred’ times. This is not surprising to me. Because if you love When Harry Met Sally, you are someone who loves love, who has a tender center and a soft heart. And after going through Elise’s fics one by one, let me tell you: Elise loves love. Elise loves romance. And this comes through in all their stories, which are, at their core, tender and beautiful depictions of true love.

In Elise’s fic-universe, Harry and Draco were always meant to be, and literally everyone around them knows it. In Had To Be You, Hermione has a heart to heart with Harry in which she makes him acknowledge his feelings for Draco. “I’ve seen how you’ve been practically drooling over Draco for months now,” she says. “And you’ve been obsessed with him…for years. It was the weird thing you had for him in Sixth Year, and now it’s this very intense friendship.” Harry argues with her about the intense friendship, but eventually has to concede the point. In The Generation Who Lived, Neville and Luna scheme to get Harry and Draco alone in their house so that they’ll reconcile (again, because everyone knows they’re meant to be). My favorite fic in this vein is Re: Harry’s Crush, wherein the entire Ministry is emailing back and forth about how obsessed Harry and Draco are with each other. It’s common knowledge. Everyone else can see it, it just sometimes takes Harry and Draco a while to catch on.

But Harry and Draco do know, deep down, even when they don’t admit it at first. It comes out in flashes, like when they have sex for the first time in Had To Be You and Harry notes that “the connection was something [he’d] never felt, not with any of the many lovers he’d had in the past, and it left him feeling raw, exposed and shy, despite the deep pleasure coursing through his veins.” Or in Paper Rings, when Draco reminisces about his Eighth-Year fling with Harry and how he knew, even at the time, that it had been both “inevitable” and that he would never recover from it, emotionally. Or in Laws Of Gravity, when Harry realizes he doesn’t want Malfoy to go, even though he doesn’t know what that means. (It means you love him, Harry!).

One of the things I adore about Elise’s fic is that there is always this fantastic, pivotal moment when things click. It’s the moment when our guarded main characters let their walls fall, let themselves see what everyone else has known for so long. And then this thing—this love—that has felt so impossible suddenly seems easy. There’s a surety that comes flooding in, a recognition that yes, this is the person for me, and yes, they want me too. It’s even said tongue-in-cheek (although we know it’s hilariously real) in Kill, Fuck, Marry when the boys wake up after their first night together. They’d been playing the titular ‘marry, fuck, kill’ the night before, and Draco says, well, you’ve already tried to kill me and you’ve already fucked me, so “[t]he only thing left to do is marry me, I suppose.” Does this scare Harry off? Not at all. “You’ve already got more birthday presents than you deserved Malfoy,” Harry says. “This one will have to wait until next year. If you’re good.” One date and shag, and they’re already joking about getting married. God help us.

But lest you think this is some sort of shallow insta-love, it’s not. Elise, particularly in their long fic, depicts a love of equals, of two men who root for one another and stand up for one another, who have each other’s backs. It’s lovely, the way they see one another so clearly, the way they advocate for one another. Whether it’s Harry in Burn the Witch fighting against a Ministry that’s unfairly targeted Draco, or Draco in Paper Rings advocating for Harry in Harry’s divorce, these are two people who admire and respect each other. It's evident in Harry’s thoughts about how brave Draco is regarding his sexuality in Draco Malfoy’s Stupendous Seduction Seminar. Or, beautifully, in Draco’s thoughts in Paper Rings, when he contemplates that “Harry had spent so many years not being appreciated for who he was…not being loved.” He wonders how “blind Ginevra Weasley must have been not to see how good [Harry was]…how utterly perfect in every one of his complicated ways.” They know that the other is not actually perfect (after all, they, more than anyone, are familiar with the other’s faults), but they love them just the same. In Fire Meet Gasoline, Draco spells out his shortcomings to Harry—all of them—and Harry just says, “Do you think that frightens me? ‘Cause it doesn’t. I told you already. I want everything you are.”

Incidentally, after that gorgeous bit of dialogue from Fire Meet Gasoline, Harry asks Draco to stay with him. Draco thinks about how he doesn’t do love, but Potter was the exception (sort of like how Harry muses that he’s “Draco-sexual” in Paper Rings). Then he says, “I couldn’t leave you if I tried…I’m afraid you’re stuck with me now, Potter.” Cue the violins. Le sigh.

Ahhh, Drarry in its best and most natural state. Soulmates, each other’s one and only, together forever and ever, amen.

And one of my favorite things about Elise: they will get you there every time, no matter how improbable it seems at the start.

You can count on it.

Recommended For…

Lovers of love. Connoisseurs of quality, emotional smut. Anyone who wants to get swept up in an epic sort of romance, who believes that romantic partners should lift you up and bring out the best in you. People who believe in soulmates. Those who believe (or want to believe) in happily ever after. Here are a few you might want to check out, but honestly, you can’t go wrong with anything Elise has written.

Top 3 Fics Over 25,000 Words (by kudos)

Burn The Witch (E, 96k) - When Harry Potter is sent in to investigate Draco Malfoy’s successful potions company, posing as Draco’s bodyguard, he doesn’t know the case will launch a series of events that will change his life — and Draco’s. A story about choices, scars, Chopin piano pieces, and finding all kinds of love in the most unexpected places.

Had To Be You (E, 59k) - Draco Malfoy is possibly the last person Harry expects to find at the wheel of a Muggle car, on a beautiful summer day on the road to London. This is the story of how Harry runs into Draco once, twice, three times, and how he doesn’t leave their next meeting to chance. A fic inspired by When Harry Met Sally.

Paper Rings (E, 50k) – When Harry’s in need of a divorce lawyer, he has no choice but to turn to the best in the trade. Draco Malfoy’s reputation for discretion is flawless, and his track record for winning cases is close to perfect. But he’s also ruthless, passionate, and as infuriating as ever, and the brief relationship he and Harry had in Eighth Year still feels painfully fresh despite two decades spent apart.

Top 3 Fics Under 25,000 Words (by kudos)

Kill, Fuck, Marry (E, 4k) - Harry and Draco unexpectedly meet again on Draco’s birthday, years after their last encounter.

Draco Malfoy’s Stupendous Seduction Seminar (E, 2.7k) - Draco Malfoy offers to help his coworkers to improve their seduction techniques, with unexpected consequences.

Re: Harry’s Crush (T, 1.9k) - Ever get that feeling you're being talked about behind your back? Harry doesn't, he's too busy being stupidly, obviously besotted with the guy in the lab downstairs. A fic where the interdepartment betting war at the Ministry gets out of hand, Millicent and Hermione get scheming, Harry Potter ends up wearing black eyeliner, and everybody ends up getting more than they bargained for.

Kbrick’s Picks (in order of obsession)

The Laws of Gravity (E, 31k) - When he runs into Draco Malfoy picking pockets at a charity gala, Harry Potter is forced to face the desires he’s avoided for years — at the risk of shattering the public image he’s so carefully curated since the war.

Fire Meet Gasoline (E, 63k) - When Draco’s anger management issues land him in St Mungo’s, he thinks his Quidditch career is over. But Harry, A&E Healer and notorious workaholic, is faced with a similar predicament. To save their jobs, the two of them decide to fake a relationship. All they have to do is convince their friends and employers… and not fall in love in the process. Simple, right?

#drarry #peak drarry #kbrick recs #lettersbyelise #fic recs

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humanitieswalkingredflag · 4 months

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homecoming part 1 - h. potter

notes: finally getting back to writing <3 requests are back open, of course, will get to them in due time. honestly i'm a bit burnt out and i hope creativity will get my energy back up again. here's something with our favorite gryffindor!! tags: they're just friends in this [but not for long], homecoming, harry potter x reader, muggle!reader, sixth-year harry, very long exposition at the start, feel free to skip that, mention of growing one's hair, reader goes to a british boarding school w. uniform, word count: 1.1k

Harry Potter. Your childhood bestfriend. The two of you had met at his first year at St. Grogory's primary school, where he'd shown up shuffling behind a large boy with an ugly disposition, in too-big rags, and taped up glasses. You'd been popular enough. A pretty girl, happy and easy to talk to. Your parents loved you, your teachers adored you, you never caused trouble.

But when you saw Harry Potter, something clicked in you and persuaded you to go up to him, say hello. So you did.

The two of you hit it off wonderfully. Everyone wondered, because of course they did, how you could be friends with the boy with the too-big rags, and the taped up glasses. With the boy who turned his teachers' hair blue, or made things disappear, or suddenly showed up on the roof.

If there was one thing you didn't do, it was care.

Over the years, the two of you grew tighter and tighter. He was your best friend, you were his, and although Petunia and Vernon hated you with all their might, your parents absolutely adored Harry, and frequently invited him for dinner and the like.

Everything changed the summer of year 6. One day you were spending time with Harry like you always did, and the next, his insane aunt and uncle had moved him and dudley away to the countryside, to a lighthouse on the roudy ocean, utterly untouched by civilization.

You recieved no word from him for the rest of the summer. You worried terribly of course. What if his aunt and uncle had finally snapped? Thrown him into the ocean? Left him on the side of the road? Your 11 year old mind conjured up terrible things, all of which could have been happening to your friend at that very moment.

Your fears only grew worse when you walked into St. Grogory's that year, only to find that Harry wasn't there. You sent letter after letter to him, but recieved no reply. The Dursleys neglected to answer any questions about his whereabouts.

It was at this point that your parents broke the news to you that they were going to send you to boarding school in the country, so as to further your education. Without Harry to hold you back, you went without a fuss, and that is where you spent the next six years.

SIX YEARS LATER - PRESENT DAY

Staring at yourself in the mirror, you consider whether or not you should knock on the door of the Dursleys and congratulate them for Vernon's promotion like your mother asks that you do. For that, you'd have to take the tube from your home in London to king's cross, then the train down to Little Whinging. It would be a hassle, but maybe you'd be able to ask about harry.

You haven't forgotten him. Of course you haven't. God, it's tough and embarassing to admit, but he was your best friend, and perhaps the best friend you've ever had, because you've yet to find someone anywhere close to him at your current school. The girls are plenty nice, the boys are plenty fanciable, but you lack the connection with them that you did with Harry. Its not an open wound anymore, you're sixteen, you've gotten over it, but you remember, of course. And you still miss the friendship.

You sigh, fiddling with your school uniform, and elect to change into something else. If you're going to go, you might as well be comfortable.

The tube to King's Cross from your neighbourhood takes twenty minutes, and you pass the time on it by listening to music and working on your homework. It's at Victoria, about halfway through your journey, that someone sits beside you. You move your books slightly to accomadate the man, and when you look up, you're struck with an uncanny sense of deja vu.

You take one airpod out, "Do I know you?"

He laughs, not looking at you, and says: "You know, I get that a lot."

"Sorry," you pause, looking at him. His hair's swept over his forehead, but he brushes it out of his face as he glances at you, and recognition sweeps over you at the sight of the scar on his forehead.

"Oh my goodness," you pause, "It's you!"

His eyes narrow as he looks at you, but then something seems to click and he gives you a beaming smile.

"Harry Potter. God, it's been a while," you grin from ear to ear, overjoyed. You want to hug him, but as you look him up and down, you can hardly recognize the scraggly boy you once knew. He's fulled out, grown. He looks athletic, intelligent, most of all: grown up. Independent.

"You've grown up," he says, looking at you, "I barely recognized you."

You pause, thinking of something to say then muster up a dull: "I grew my hair."

"I can see that," he laughs.

"I... I really missed you. I mean, where did you go?" There, you asked it. Maybe the incessant pressure on your chest, begging you to say something, has a role to play in that.

"Boarding school," the words slip off of his tongue, a lie. You can't tell.

"Oh my god, me too! Where?"

"Scotland," he pauses, then adds: "Its a bit secretive. Private school and all that."

"Did the Dursleys really pay for that?" You ask, furrowing your brows.

He shakes his head, "No. Uh... my parents did. It was in their will I go there, I mean, they attended too."

A soft smile falls over your lips and you nod, "That's... sweet."

The two of you chat for the entire way to King's Cross, at what point it occurs to you that going to the Dursleys makes little to no sense.

"Could you uh, pass on a message. To your aunt and uncle?" He nods, and you smile, "Thanks. My parents just want to congratulate them on your uncle's new promotion. I mean my dad and him work together now, so..."

"Will do," he pauses, and something like apprehension flows over his features for a moment before he pushes out: "Can I get your number? Maybe we can meet up for coffee at some point."

"Oh, sure," you type it into his held out phone, "I'm free anytime."

"Really?"

"No boyfriend, no friends that live here, so..."

"That's great," Harry says, then realizing his mistake amends, "Well, not great, but..."

"I get what you mean."

You smile, and he smiles, and you remember what its like to be friends with someone like this, to really be tight.

"Text me," you say, as you get into the tube.

"I will," he replies, and you think you're finally happy again.

#harry potter x reader #gryffindor x reader #hp x reader #harry potter imagines #harry potter #friends to lovers #homecoming #muggle reader

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emsuemsu · 6 months

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🩵 @hprecfest🩵 I'm really excited for this fest 🥹

This prompt was actually a hard one for me, I rarely read under 5k and I seriously need to do better in the future

This is Not a Love Story by littlelass 🩵 1,386 words, draco/harry

He was alone. And that was a fact, and a fact that will never change. Until Harry met blue-grey eyes like storm clouds and white-blond hair that glows under the sun, with pointy nose and pointy chin and pointy cheekbones. Pale skin and little freckles under his eyes and on his forehead. Long eyelashes that rest on his cheek beautifully when he laughs from his belly, eyes closing, nose wrinkling, laugh lines visible, and tense jaw relaxed. Draco Malfoy, all grown-up. It gave Harry hope.And it ruined him, too.

I love Fleabag. So fucking much it hurts. Mixing Fleabag with Drarry should be illegal, and this is a heartbreaking little story.

Between the Power Lines by @tackytigerfic 🩵 3,261 words, draco/harry

For Harry Potter, all roads eventually lead to Draco Malfoy. Or: this is not an AU! It's just Harry and Draco meeting by chance in an imported food shop in Connecticut and going on a road trip together. Featuring motels, cacti, Americana, and a hefty dose of pining.

This story haunts me in the best way possible. It's incredibly pretty and my favorite part was the New Orleans snippet. When I was in nola my tinder match took me to a tour of the same cemetery and it was the most romantic shit ever and I still think about it seven years later lol

jesus, etc by @oknowkiss 🩵 1,550 words, draco/harry/charlie

a story of harry and draco and a month in the midnight sun of norway, told in 31 moments.

This is so beautiful and delicate and delicious it made me choke. Unbelievable.

#hprecfest2023 #harry potter fic recs #my rec

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blouisparadise · 1 year

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Here are some amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of April. We really hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) Waking Up In The Morning, Thinking About So Many Things | Mature | 1434 words

PWP featuring cat hybrid Louis in heat.

2) If You Like Makin' Love At Midnight | Explicit | 2107 words

If you like piña coladas and gettin' caught in the rain. if you're not into yoga. If you have half a brain. If you like makin' love at midnight, in the dunes on the cape. Then I'm the love that you've looked for, write to me and escape.

3) Feeling, Fucking, and Falling in Love | Not Rated | 2113 words

Louis is tired after a party and his valet, Harry, helps him feel better.

4) First Time Dom | Explicit | 2888 words

While Louis has a lot of experience with BDSM and being a sub, Harry is new to the scene and taking on a dominant role in the bedroom for the first time. He’s done his research, they’ve discussed all their kinks and agreed on the safewords and signals. But Harry’s still incredibly nervous. What if he isn’t enough to satisfy the beautiful blue-eyed man who looks so pretty on his knees?

5) Stay With Me | Mature | 4364 words

Louis finds his wife cheating on him and he goes to a club where he meets a long-haired, green-eyed man. Harry ends up fucking Louis and Louis doesn't want to leave him, he wants Harry to hold him aftward. Will Harry hold him, or will he kick the blue-eyed man out of his house?

6) Change (Night After The AFHF) | Explicit | 6448 words

Louis comes home after his first own festival, proud but tired. Instead of sleeping though he does something else when he gets surprised by his favourite person who already waits for him.

7) Fuck Around, Find Out | Explicit | 6815 words

Harry is a renowned chef convinced he’ll be the one to make Louis like avocado. It doesn’t end well.

8) Heat | Mature | 8628 words

Harry is an Alpha, and Louis is an Omega. They're best friends who decide to take a road trip together. Louis thought he would be fine since he wasn't supposed to go into heat for another two weeks. But since Louis was around the alpha that he has fallen for, his body had other plans. And what happens when Louis triggers Harry's rut?

9) The Devil's Backbone | Mature | 9735 words

1925. Louis has escaped an abusive relationship and seeks to lay low in Montana. When a hit is put out on him by his ex lover, he makes an unlikely alliance and finds more than he ever dared hope for.

10) Your Delicate Point Of View | Mature | 12700 words

Prince of Avalon has the prettiest eyes.

Prince of Avalon has the voice of a nightingale.

Prince of Avalon doesn't have freedom.

It's the year of AIs, and Harry Styles aka Prince of Avalon is still feeling trapped in the past. Even if he has everything, he doesn't have freedom. Freedom of voicing his opinions or favorites. He thinks his Alexa has more freedom than him.

That is until his paths cross with the loud, charming gardener with piercing blue eyes.

11) My Waves Meet Your Shore | Mature | 23873 words

When Louis gets an email from his ex - Harry - it shouldn't surprise him as much as it does; they're parents now and it isn't rare to communicate with each other. But this? He wasn't expecting it at all.

12) Somebody's Got Your Trainers On (It's You) | Explicit | 28000 words

Louis hasn't thought about Harry since half an hour after the shift started, when Krystle told him that she was binging Gogglebox last night and therefore didn't get enough sleep - a sure reminder of Harry’s temporary Gogglebox obsession. Five hours isn't much without thinking about someone, but that's as long as it gets. Louis came to terms with that two years ago. When Harry walked out the door with his stupid New Balance trainers and never looked back.

13) Welcome Home | Explicit | 49418 words

Louis Tomlinson had to put a stop to his football career for a couple of months and he decided to go back home to rest his mind for a little bit only to find out a really weird coffee shop owner started to visit his mother on a regular basis with just as peculiar but lovely kid named Maxine.

14) Darkest Before The Dawn | Explicit | 50565 words

Note: There are BH mentions in this fic.

Harry Styles has standards. His coffee must be a cold brew with one pump of vanilla and a splash of cold cream. His computer must be catty-cornered on his left. His sketchbook must be directly in the center of his desk. He must have a cork board on his right to pin fabrics, sketches, and other inspirations he finds.

But most importantly, his space,—work or living,—must be organized. He doesn’t understand how people live otherwise. Everything has a place and it must be in its place in order for him to get anything done. Which is why he grits his teeth every time when he walks into the fashion workroom and sees Louis Tomlinson’s workspace.

It’s chaos. He’s chaos personified. He’s annoying, loud, and well… not as creative as Harry is. His designs are unimaginative and plain. Harry doesn’t understand how Louis managed to be accepted into the fashion program, but he supposes some people have to slip through the system.

15) And What If I Were You | Explicit | 109959 words

For Louis, will losing his sight give him the clarity to realise what is right in front of him?

For Harry, will losing the love of his life give him the strength to finally open his heart?

And can they find their way back, before they lose each other forever?

A story of love. A story of loss. A story of fighting for each other, no matter the odds.

16) Our Endless Numbered Days | Explicit | 120815 words

“Harry?” whispered Louis, his mouth dry, his nose pressing against the other’s warm skin.

“Mh?” Harry’s humming was gentle, his fingers lightly caressing the younger boy’s arm, his chest steadily rising and falling beneath Louis’ cheek.

A couple of seconds passed, and Louis looked up at him in the darkness of the cave, barely able to make out the expression on his face. When he tried to inhale deeply, his breath hitched. He struggled to find the words to tell Harry what he was thinking about.

Another couple of seconds passed, and Louis listened to the reassuring beating of the prince’s heart beneath his cheek.

He couldn’t.

“Nothing,” he whispered, his voice weak. I think you’re half of my soul.

17) A Violent Noise | Explicit | 354196 words

After living in Los Angeles for a few months and aspiring to become a fashion designer, Louis William Tomlinson, a fashionista with impeccable style, adheres to a life of leisure and luxury. With the use of a well thought-out and planned scheme, he has the ability to do whatever and go wherever he wants just as long as his plan stays on course. Upon carrying out his plan, one night he meets a stranger, Harry Edward Styles, who turns his life from simple, carefree, and lush to a life of not only love and confusion, but also of wondrous amenities.

The pair blossom into a beautiful friendship that has every potential to culminate into a relationship, but there’s one thing in the way: Harry’s already married.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

You can find other monthly roundup fic rec lists here.

#fic recs #bottom louis #top harry #larry #blp #monthly fic recs #blp fic recs

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tinydeskwriter · 2 years

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Traitor: Who’s in My Bathroom

singer!reader

PART ONE

summary: just a little extra till part two. or, Y/n gets interviewed on her Grammy, her new record breaking EP, the end of her relationship with British Heartthrob Harry Styles, cheating, and her surprising pregnancy.

word count: 2769

warning: angsty.

A/n: There is a especial participation by Hailey Bieber—because I love her—, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Dua Lipa, Gigi, Bella and Anwar Hadid are mentioned, Harry, Olivia and Jason too. This will kinda of put some light in how the break up happened, it’s Y/n version of what went down. On another note: you guys are giving me some amazing suggestions on who should be her next man, Michael B Jordan was a nice surprise, Chris Evans I kinda of imagined, Jack Harlow I wasn’t expecting, those three have been the most suggested and it's kind of even, I would like to throw in the mix Mark Ronson just because I find him pretty cute, he’s another known nice guy, and he’s in the music industry. et me know your favorite, and whoever shows up more is going to be the proud new man of a very gorgeous very talented Pop Icon.

Traitor Extra: Who’s in My Bathroom

“I think a lot of people probably want to know how we became friends.” Hailey said, they were making ice cream cookie sandwiches, all because Y/n had commented in their group chat that it was one of her biggest cravings during her pregnancy.

The singer was in a light blue linen top and long flow skirt ensemble with floral embroidery by Australian brand Fillyboo, a part of her pregnant belly adorably showing, her long hair in a braided crown and almost no makeup. She was impeccably beautiful with a maternal glow.

She was officially back in LA, and all the tabloids were reporting how she had bought a $20 million house in Chatsworth that formerly belonged to Frank Sinatra as her new home. 14 acres, two swimming pools and a sports court, with complete privacy and security, perfect for the Pop Icon to raise her baby in American territory. Of course, that was after reports that the 24 years old woman had bought a new £8 million home in London, close to Hyde Park.

“We met…it was through Gigi, and I met Gigi through Z, was it 2015? 2016?” Y/n looked at her friend, unsure of the right date. “It was right after the band went into a hiatus, and the guys started solo careers, I had just wrapped up my first world tour as a headliner, and we started spending more time in the States.”

At the time, she and Taylor Swift weren't really potential friends.

Y/n had met the singer around the time the older woman was dating Harry in 2012, and she and Harry started dating not long after Harry broke up with Taylor in 2013. It was safe to say that Y/n/n wasn't exactly welcome on the TS Squad.

Gigi ended up introducing her to her other friends, Hailey, Kendall, Kylie, and younger sister Bella, and they kind of became a group, with Hailey and Y/n naturally bonded over being the only ones not part of a sisterly duo.

“Gigi introduced you to the group...” Hailey nodded.

“We got really close because, well, Gigi always had Bella, Kendall had Kylie, we were the unpaired ones, and we kind of just started calling each other to hang out when we are in the same city.” Y/n commented with a smile, the sandwiches were ready. “This looks so good, you know this video is going to be just me eating, right?” The singer said.

Hailey laughed, lifting one of hers.

“Let's see if this tastes as good as it looks, cheers.” They smacked their ice cream sandwiches together as if it were a drink before taking their first bite.

Y/n moaned closing her eyes, making the blonde model laugh harder.

“That’s divine.” She looked at her friend. “I need to know where you bought this cookie.”

“As you are a very special guest, I made it myself.” Hailey said. “I’ll give you the recipe later.”

“I love you.” The singer said seriously, making her friend laugh.

They ate a whole ice cream sandwich for the cameras before Hailey went back to asking the questions.

“Recently there was the Grammy Awards.” The model said, eyeing her friend with a smile. “You took home five awards, being the most awarded artist of the night... how many Grammys do you have now, fifteen?”

Y/n had to contain the eye roll while Hailey contained the smile, Justin Bieber's wife knew exactly how many Grammys her friend had. How many times had they played around with the awards on drunken nights at the singer's house? Kendall and Hailey always came up with creative acceptance speeches that made the rest of the guests laugh themselves off the couch—Gigi had fallen off a high stool on one occasion—.

“Seventeen.” Y/n corrected with a small smile.

“And you also performed three new songs, Burned LA Down, Traitor and Good Enough, which are part of your EP Y/n Y/l/n Heartbreak Edition, Traitor became the most streamed song in the first 24 hours of release in Spotify's history... Which is really impressive, congratulations babe,” Hailey looked at her intensely, everything they were talking about had been discussed in advance. “The EP has a rather...melancholy theme.”

This time Y/n couldn't contain the eye roll at Hailey's subtleties, she had a smile on her face, which she knew wouldn't last long as they progressed with the subject. They were getting to the point where they needed to be. Y/n would not only talk about her successful EP, but also open up about the end of her relationship with Harry Styles. And she'd chosen Hailey, because she knew her friend would be empathetic, and stand by her corner, unlike everyone else who wanted an exclusive at the break up of the year —and boy, was Lia getting calls, radio hosts, tv hosts, even tell-all book deals—.

“We can be honest, the EP is about being cheated and left for someone else, and all the emotions and thoughts that come with that. Is pretty sad.” Y/n said with a small smile. “Some people talk bad about their ex on the internet, others write books, I'm a musician, I turned this painful experience into songs, I was surprised how fast the process was, it was therapeutic, I cried more than ever, everything was still very fresh in my memory.” She took a sip of the iced tea Hailey’s assistant brought her. “The ‘subject’ of those songs he’s not someone I was still getting to know when all that happened, it wasn't a brand new relationship, we've been together for nine years, we were engaged, we were renovating a house in London, we had plans to get married in 2022, we were trying to get pregnant.” The singer pointed to her growing belly.

“Did you suspect?”

“That he got into a affair with his much older director?” she asked with raised eyebrows, it was a rhetorical question, she knew exactly what Hailey was referring to. “No, I had no idea, we always planned our projects so that our schedules would fit around each other, Elvis was supposed to be filmed at the beginning of the year, but because of Covid, the filming was pushed to the end of 2020, he actually went with me to Australia, initially he was supposed to stay there with me until filming of My Policeman started in England this year, but then he joined this new movie project in September, because the original actor casted was fired, we were actively trying to make a baby, we talked about it, so it's safe to say the relationship wasn't on the rocks.” She made fun of what some blog ‘defending’ Holivia wrote. “He visited me in November, everything normal, nothing suspicious, nothing strange, we even talked about the plans for the wedding, my wedding gown was being designed by our friend, Alessandro Michele, that is the level of clueless about what was happening I was.” She gestured with her hands, a nervous habit. “It was a mutual friend of ours who first commented on their proximity, nothing even crossed my mind, I trusted him blindly, this is the man I am going to marry, I told this friend, I even defended her, can you imagine it? I went to dinner with her and her fiancé, I met her kids. I couldn't conceive of the idea that the two of them could be getting involved, emotionally, sexually or whatever…”

Harry and she had been having sex for the entire duration of her visit, no red flags had even hinted at what was to come. No text messages or calls at odd hours, no change in behavior, for all intents and purposes, he was still the guy who'd loved her since he was eighteen.

“When did you become suspicious?” Hailey questioned, because she already knew the story, she knew what was to come, and things only got worse.

“Her ex actually texted me by the end of November, she ended their more than a decade long relationship apparently out of the blue, and he was pretty sure something was happening between the two of them, and that's when I decided to talk with H, it was a video-call, and he completely dismissed the story.” She said with a bitter smile. “I already suspected I could be pregnant at the time, and this was the kind of news that is best given in person, silly me wanted him to be by my side when I took the pregnancy test, and a really small part of me was suspicious and wanted to see for myself what was going on.” Y/n controlled her own emotion by taking another sip of his tea. “What an idiot right? I wanted to surprise my fiancé but I was the one who got surprised.”

She could still vividly remember that day whenever she closed her eyes. She'd arrived in Los Angeles discreetly, James had given her spare keys to his Palm Springs house, and agreed to keep her arrival a surprise, he'd even commented that they should arrange to have dinner while she was in the country.

Hailey squeezed her friend's hand on the table in support.

“I got the key to the house he was staying in, it was another mutual friend of ours house in Palm Springs, we were engaged, we shared more than four houses, it was supposed to be a nice surprise, why wouldn't I get the key to the house he was staying, right?”

“Did you catch them both in the act?” the model asked wide-eyed.

She'd never heard the story in so many details before, and it was the first time Y/n herself was opening up to her, she'd learned everything from Gigi and Bella, not wanting to press the pregnant woman — of course, they had Y/n's permission, so she didn't have to go on telling friend to friend what had happened—.

Y/n laughed lightly at her friend's expression.

“Not in the act, I didn’t caught them fucking, but she was there, it was too early to be a social visit, and she was only dressed in one of his shirts, I think you can imagine what they probably were doing before.” The singer shuddered just remembering the scene. “The best part? It was a DIY shirt I had sewn for him during quarantine...”

Hailey stared at her with her mouth open and eyebrows raised. “What a bastard! I’am sorry, but he is, and she is worthless… You know what? They both are garbage, stinking garbage.” She said the second part to the camera, Y/n almost laughed at how her friend—one of the sweetest and kindest people she knew—was so outraged for her that she called her ex and his current girlfriend ‘stinking garbage’. “What happened then?”

“She left, we talked, more like he spoke and I stood there without a reaction, I didn't know what to say, my entire world collapsed at that moment.” She said with teary eyes. “There was the guy I'd been with since I was sixteen, my first everything, my first kiss, my first boyfriend, my first sex, my best friend and the person I thought I'd marry, we had a life together, nine years when you're still in your mid-twenties is a long time, especially for this industry standard.” She took a moment to breathe. “And he’s saying a lot of things, and the only thing I can understand is that that's the end of our relationship, he wants to try new things, explore this new feeling, and in my head the only thing that translates is: you're not good enough for him.” Y/n accepted a tissue and dried the stubborn tears. “Two days later he was with her, they were a couple, officially dating, the same friend who first told me about them getting close called to tell me.” She learned that they were officially together because Glenne, not wanting her to be caught off guard when the news got out, informed her. “How can you claim to love someone and move on so fast? Cross that, he moved on when we were still together.”

The other woman shook her head in disapproval as some camera crew assistants dried their faces. It was difficult to exist and never have read an article about Harry Styles and Y/n Y/l/n, the it couple of the music industry, the British Heartthrob and the British Songbird.

“Did you tell him you thought you were pregnant?” Hailey asked, their hands still connected.

“At what point? After I had already being dismissed like old news? I left without looking back, I just wanted to cry for my broken heart and the death of my happiness in privacy.” Y/n boarded the first helicopter out of Palm Springs and back to Los Angeles.

“When did you confirm the pregnancy?”

“The day after he went public with her at his manager wedding, I was staying with the Hadid’s in Pennsylvania, I left LA and went straight to Zayn and Gigi, it got to the point that I could no longer ignore the very real possibility that I might be pregnant, I was positively panicking, I don’t have a family, so I would be completely alone if wasn’t for them, Zayn got in touch with Niall, they are both by my side when Gigi's midwife confirmed it and did my first ultrasound.” Y/n dried her face and tried to smile. “It was the most emotional and also the saddest moment of my life, naively I aways thought that I would have the love of my life by my side when I found out I am pregnant with our babies.”

“Have you tried to contact him after?” Hailey asked, even her eyes are watery by this point, the two were ignoring the cameras, just talking like they would if they were catching up.

“I tried calling once, as he wouldn’t reply my texts.” She said. “Niall insisted, but he was extremely cold, he spoke to me as if he had never loved me, as if I was nothing to him. He literally said we'd better keep in touch through our lawyers to sort it all out, he was pretty much talking only about the material stuff, because 'she' wasn't comfortable with the two of us keeping touch.” Y/n wiped away some insistent tears. “I didn't even recognize him, I was like, have I been drunk, have I been blind our entire relationship? This isn't the sweet guy I fell for. All kinds of thoughts and scenarios go throughs your head in a situation like that, especially when you are a overthinking: What if he rejected my babies? What if they weren't good enough, like I wasn’t? What if he got tired of them, like he got tired of me? What if he had other children in the future, and mine were never a priority of his? We see that all the time in society, and I didn't want to force my kids into that kind of heartbreak, It's better not to have a father than be constantly disappointed, and honestly, the person who broke up with me is not someone I want around my children, and let alone that woman.”

Y/n chuckled lightly as she remembered when she first met Olivia, then with Jason, when the entire cast went out to dinner at a nice restaurant on Sunset.

“Do you want to hear something positively hilarious?” She asked, Hailey just looked at her, a tiny smile. “When I first met her, during a visit to LA, we all went out to dinner, the whole cast, her fiancé was together, and we chatted most of the night, he's an amazing guy, Chris Pine too, so smart and funny, and when we'd got home, H... he was dying of jealousy because I confessed that growing up I had this massive crush on both Jason Sudeikis and Chris Pine.” The singer gave a sarcastic laugh. “He was jealous of a teenage crush, while he was probably already cheating on me with her.”

Hailey rolled her eyes.

“The male ego is toxic.”

“Do not tell me.”

“Changing the subject a little.” Hailey said with a smile. “You always use plural when mentioning your baby, this is a way of not giving away the gender, or...”

Y/n smiled genuinely big.

“I’am having twins.” She laughed as Hailey gave a squeal of joy and hugged her friend. “So far I think only Z, Ni, Gigi and Bells knew...I lie, Anwar and Dua too, they were there when Ni found out about it, and girl...that Irishman is scandalous.”

#harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry styles angst

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A Christmas Wish for Two (Blaise, Not Included)

Draco x Hermione | @hp-yuletide-bliss Day 5: “Do you even hear yourself?!” | WC 1489 | Rating: M (very brief sexual humor)

“Pretty please?”

She batted her eyelashes in her best imitation of every other witch she’d seen, but Draco had also seen it all. His jaw tightened and he continued to stare down at her with a frosty gaze. He looked like some kind of ice king with his sharp features and pale coloring, but the effect was partially ruined by the spot of fudge at the corner of his mouth.

“Absolutely not.”

He scowled when she reached up to swipe the chocolate off his face, but his eyes softened as she proceeded to lick the confection off of her fingertips. Hermione had tried to butter him up by treating him to a new chocolate cake recipe she’d gotten from Pans. As expected, the man had inhaled the slice she’d cut him in as few bites as possible for someone with impeccable manners like his.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” she purred, sliding her palms up his chest to thread her fingers into his hair. She admired the flex in his chest, the heavy swallow that revealed how affected he was by her even after years together as a couple. A gentle tug to the nape of his neck had him bending forward, lips reaching for purchase. Surely, she had him now.

But, of course not. He brushed right past her attempted kiss to murmur into her ear. “I am not spending Christmas Day with the Weasel.”

“Draco!” she smacked him for emphasis. “Do you even hear yourself? You hate it when Ronald says ‘ferret’, so you should know better than to keep up that childish insult.”

He retaliated with a nip to the lobe of her ear, then swirled the tip of his tongue against the sensitive spot just behind it. Hermione’s knees buckled at the sensation, and it was only his arms wrapped around her waist that prevented her from collapsing against him.

“I,” nip, “don’t,” lick, “care,” nibble, “what he,” bite, “says.” He sucked hard against the crook of her neck at the last word, leaving what would undoubtedly be a dark bruise.

Even if it was true that he didn’t retaliate anymore to verbal jabs, that didn’t mean she condoned the name-calling between what was essentially two of her favorite families–the Weasleys and, by relation, former Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs, on one side, and her boyfriend and his circle of former Slytherins on the other. Their Hogwarts days were far behind them, and the years had proven progressive with several measures passed to improve Muggle-Wizarding relations and ensure equal rights for magical creatures and beings. Morale was high and the future looked promising.

If only Hermione could get her loved ones all in one place.

She wasn’t quite ready to fully explain to Draco why it was so important to her to connect what essentially felt still like strongly opposing forces. They’d been dating for long enough that she was starting to want more, and that meant reconciliation if they were going to someday take that next step.

So when Harry and Ginny invited Theo Nott into their relationship, she wholeheartedly supported them. If anyone could convince Draco to relent on his isolationist stance, it was Theo.

“Don’t you want to support your best friend’s relationship? It will be Theo’s first Christmas at the Burrow. I’m sure he’d appreciate having you be there, if only so you can both brood handsomely by the fireplace.”

She yelped at the swift swat to her tush, the sting quickly subsiding to a pleasant warmth.

“I knew you had a thing for Theo,” he teased her.

She hummed in agreement, but wasn’t going to let him off that easily.

“Theo’s fit, but I think Blaise might be more my type. I bet he wouldn't be adverse to coming along for the entertainment.”

Her boyfriend jerked backwards to narrow his eyes at her, and she fought back a giggle to school her expression into one of genuine interest. Draco might control himself well enough around others, but with her, he had very little restraint. She could read every twitch of his eyes and lips.

“Are you expressing your interest in Blaise?” he asked incredulously. “You do realize he’s just as infamous as his mother is, don’t you?”

“Well, you’d be there, too, I hope, to make sure things don’t get…dangerous.” She shrugged her eyebrows suggestively and nearly burst out laughing at the nearly constipated look he got as he swelled up in indignation.

“Absolutely not! We are not inviting Blaise of all people into our bedroom. Theo, maybe–”

Hermione made note of that admission. She’d revisit it another day if everyone was amenable.

“—but, frankly, I don’t want anybody but you.”

Her heart fluttered at the declaration. Should she just tell him her real reason for wanting to go?

They hadn’t strictly spoken about marriage to one another just yet, though certain suggestive futures had been tossed out at seemingly random times. Things like, “oh, wouldn’t that be a lovely home to grow into?” and what was undoubtedly a bit of a breeding kink nearly every time they made love. That was a part of their relationship that had also never faded, only increasing in fervor as time went on.

“I don’t actually want anybody else, either, Draco,” she confessed, her hand sliding forward to brush a thumb across his lips.

“Then let’s just spend the day together like we usually do, just the two of us, that damn cat, and all of the horrid eggnog you’d like.”

She was so, so, tempted to cave. A day just for them to curl up together sounded perfect, actually. If it were literally any other day, she’d say ‘yes’ in a heartbeat.

Hermione gazed up into his eyes, taking in the way his eyebrows sloped downward in a plea, how the curve of his lips perfectly fit his angled jaw sharp enough to cut glass, the way his platinum locks nearly fell into his eyes when he angled down to look at her, which was often. Not once in their relationship had she ever felt neglected or unloved. He could drive her spare, yes, had a terrible habit of leaving his dinner plate at the table and walking away like he expected their nonexistent Elves to take care of cleaning up, and dogeared his books no matter how many bookmarks she discreetly placed everywhere.

She couldn’t imagine a future anymore without him in it–he filled her heart, tethered her soul, and challenged her mind every single moment of every single day. She realized she didn’t tell him how much she loved him nearly enough.

“I love you,” she whispered, “and, I want all my other loved ones to see just how much, so that when the time comes, they’ll be there for us when we announce it in the most binding way possible.” Her heart pounded low in her ears like a heavy drum.

His face transformed with each word, the playful pout fading as his lips parted and breath stuttered. He sucked in air and blinked rapidly. “Are you asking me to marry you?”

She huffed a laugh but quickly stifled it at the look that passed over his face. “Not officially, no, but I am voicing my intention for the future. It could be as soon as tomorrow. It could be a year from now, maybe even ten. Whenever we’re both ready.”

The brief wrinkle in his brow smoothed away as his mouth finally curved upward. This time it was he that cupped her face in his cool hands to scan what felt like every single feature of her face from her chin to the top of her curly head. She wouldn’t be surprised if he knew exactly how many freckles numbered there given the amount of times he’d stared at her in just the same manner.

“I suppose I ought to make peace, then, if I want my Christmas wish to come true.”

Did he mean what she suspected?

“I’ll come with you to the Burrow,” he continued, “as long as you make sure to come save me at a moment’s notice, our usual signal.”

“You don’t expect me to stick to your side the whole time?” she said teasingly, remembering how he’d requested just that at past gatherings with her friends.

He shook his head, fingers tightening slightly against her jaw. “I’m a reformed wizard with a happy future on the line. I better act like it.”

Finally, he bent down to her, nose brushing against hers on one side, then the other, just a whisper of his lips playing atop hers before he sucked the lower, lathing his tongue across the surface before deepening the kiss. One hand slid into the thick of her hair, gripping firmly in a possessive claim, one she adored and reciprocated in kind whenever possible, which, if wishes did indeed come true this year, would be everyday for the rest of their lives.

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He absolutely does mean what she suspects. My imagination has him asking her to marry him Christmas morning, which he'd meant to do even before this discussion.

What do you think their secret signal is? Perhaps a debonair brush of his hair? A key phrase loudly said?

#dramione #harry potter fanfiction #dhr fanfiction #harry potter flashfic #draco malfoy x hermione granger #hermione granger #draco malfoy #hp yuletide bliss #christmas hp fest

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