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littlemissnoname13 · 3 years

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The life he always wanted (D.M.)

Summary: Draco’s life after the battle of Hogwarts

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x female!reader

A/n: I wrote a multi-chapter a few months ago that never made it on here. This one shot has been pulled out of it and posted as a one shot just like “You and your green apples.” Which was supposed to be a part of that same multi chapter too.

Warnings: angst, Multiple mentions of avada and death so please read at your own discretion. Also please feel free to message me if I need to add any more disclaimers.

Word count: 2100+

The only thing illuminating the dark room was the flickering light from the television.

Draco thought the muggles had really outdone themselves with that one as he had spent one too many nights in front of the television with a bottle of fire whisky.

Some nights he’d be too wasted to realise he’d been watching static for hours.

Faint, fuzzy music could be heard all around the room even though the volume was set to a minimum and Draco took this opportunity to waltz you across the living room of your cozy one bedroom home.

The house wasn’t too big but it was just the way you’d always wanted it to be—big glass windows, hardwood floors and a small spiral staircase leading to the roof.

“The life we’ve always wanted.” You sighed and placed your head on his chest. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Draco.”

One of his hands was placed securely on the small of your back while the other held your hand as you moved together with the music. Your soft, flowy hair bounced as he twirled you in his arms.

“Oh really?” He smirked and watched you nod your head in response with a sad look in your eyes.

“Yes really.”

“Well I’m here now Darling so there’s no need to worry about all that.” He whispered, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “I’m not going anywhere. You know that don’t you?”

“I know Draco.” You whispered and he pulled you closer to him. “I know.”

Draco couldn’t begin to imagine what his life would be life without you in it.

Shuddering at the dark clouds forming at the top of his blond head, he closed his eyes and inhaled sharply to make the clouds drift away.

“Don’t you have to be somewhere tomorrow?” You asked tilting your head upwards to look at him. Draco noticed that your eyes brows crinkled a little as you said this—the look of worry somewhat prominent.

“Oh yes.” He sighed, rolling his eyes at you. “I really wish you didn’t remind me.”

“But you haven’t met our friends in so long.”

“Your friends. ”He corrected you curtly. “And it’s only been a few months.”

Well, it had been more than just a few months but It wasn’t his fault that he’d rather spend all his time with you.

Draco noticed that you giggled when he said that as if you knew before taking his hand and guiding him towards the bedroom.

He decided to not utter a single word of protest as he quietly followed you into the bedroom.

“Come lie with me, Dray.” You whispered as he watched you slip under the covers. You looked so peaceful, so content and the whole moment seemed so fickle like it would fade away if he moved too quickly or blinked too hard.

He hastily removed his shirt slipping under the covers next to you—his head on your chest as you lazily played with his hair.

This was everything he’d ever wanted.

“I love you y/n.”

“I love you too.”

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“Glad you came, Malfoy.” Ginny smiled the best smile she could smile, opening the door to let him in the house.

“Well hello to you too Weaslette.”

“Come on inside. We were all waiting for you.” Ginny said she led the way towards the living room filled with familiar voices and faces.

“Potter. Weasel. Granger.” Draco muttered as he gave all three a semi polite nod of acknowledgement.

“I uh—like your hair.” Harry commented looking at Draco’s unkempt blond hair now growing towards his shoulders.

Upon hearing Harry, Draco ran his fingers through his hair and fought an urge to say something snarky.

“So, may I ask why I’ve been summoned here?” Draco finally said as he sat down on an armchair opposite to Harry.

“We just wanted to see you. You have been gone for a…bit...” Harry replied, clearing his throat. And we thought you might want this.”

Draco raised his eyebrows suspiciously as Harry stretched out his hand to hand him a sealed envelope.

“Cup of tea?” Ginny asked.

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As soon as he reached home, he tore his clothes off and jumped into the shower.

He let the warm water wash away the ache he felt all over his body. There was no tell tale sign indicating the pain was physical or emotional.

Nonetheless, the warmth of the water helped.

To some extent.

After what felt like hours in the shower, he finally stepped outside and wrapped a towel around his torso.

The bathroom had fogged up and the fog had travelled all the way into the bedroom.

In an attempt to get the fog to disappear, Draco cracked the surprisingly large bedroom window open and let the crisp night air flow into the room.��

“Someone’s back home early.” He heard you mock in a sweet singsong voice making the tiniest of smiles appear at his lips as he turned around to face you.

You were wearing a flowy satin dress and were perched on the top of his desk—dangling your legs.

He paused to admire and remember every detail about the sight in front of him.

The way the gust of wind coming from the window blew your hair towards your face. The way that flimsy satin fabric hugged your body. The way the flickering table lamp casted shadows on your features.

Everything.

“I just couldn’t stay away from you.” He shrugged and watched you chuckle and get down from his desk.

He patiently waited as you took long strides towards him before finally wrapping your arms around his neck—stretching on the tip of your toes and bringing your face close to his.

“Open the envelope Draco.” You whispered softly into his ears.

A flash of lightning lit up the entire room with a blinding white light as the sky roared.

Draco nodded as he slowly reached for the crumpled envelope he’d left inside his coat pocket.

Taking a long breath, he looked up at you and you gave him an apologetic yet reassuring smile while he ripped the envelope open.

The opened seal of the envelope brought along with it, a familiar scent of cedarwood and vanilla. It was the smell he could smell on his clothes after spending the day with you.

A small photograph fell out of the envelope.

It was a Polaroid you’d unintentionally taken one summer. Both of you had questionable expressions on your faces because you were both trying to get the Camera to work.

You were chewing your lip in confusion and his nose was scrunched up; you both were not ready for the photo at all.

His hands shook violently as sporadic rain drops started to pour down from the window leaving tiny splatters on the worn out photograph.

“Why?” He spat in anger. “Why did you have to throw yourself between me and that killing curse?”

You smiled an apologetic smile at him once again; you did that a lot.

“You’ll get drenched Draco—close the window.” You said, dodging his question completely while you reached towards his hand again.

“Stop dodging my question.”

“It hadn’t rained for a while.” You said making him heave a sigh and look up at the night sky.

One rain drop and become two and two had become three.

Draco took a wobbly step towards you and fruitlessly wiped the drops of rain that were falling on your cheeks.

“And now it’s raining.” He pointed out with his voice shaky.

“Excellent observation, my love.”

The way you said it, the nonchalance in your voice made him furious. You were gone but he had to wake up every single day in a world where you no longer existed.

In a stupor of grief, he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you towards him. “Don’t you see?— even the sky is grieving the loss of what could have been! The life we could have lived!”

“I like to think it’s the universe washing away the hurt and pain.” You whispered, staring deeply into his steely eyes. “You’ll see. It’s going to be a beautiful morning tomorrow. I can feel it.”

“Why y/n? Why didn't you let me die instead?—you are gone and what am I left with? A worn out photograph of you?!”

“Draco—”

“Every damned day, I feel further and further away from you.” He began sobbing. “The smell of your perfume is fading from my sweater, I cannot picture the way you used to laugh anymore—for the love of Merlin! I don’t even remember what life was like when you were with me y/n. It all seems so far away..so distant.”

“You have to let me go, Draco.” You whispered as you pressed your forehead to his.

He physically felt the pain of his breaking heart all over his body. The sharp pain brought back all the trauma he had suppressed over the last few months.

“No…No. No. No—Please don’t leave again.” He pleaded as angry tears started to roll down his cheeks. “Please. I—I don’t think I can handle it.”

“You’ll see me again. I swear.” You said softly as he began to laugh an ominous kind of laugh, knowing deep down that you weren’t even there in front of him to begin with.

Everything was all in his head.

Twenty seven months.

He’d been talking to the voice in his head for twenty seven whole months while the world moved on without him.

“When? When will I see you again? In another life? Merlin!” Draco said in between his hysterical laughter.

“Maybe.” The figment of his imagination whispered caressing the side of his face till he calmed down. “Maybe in another life I won’t find myself having to jump in between you and the killing curse.”

Draco gave you a disapproving glare before he leaned down to find your rain soaked lips.

With his index finger and thumb holding your chin up, Draco kissed you gently while his own tears and the acidic grey rain continued trickle down his face.

It took him every ounce of strength he had left but he nodded like he was saying his final goodbye and took a step back— releasing you from his embrace and releasing him from his grief.

You slowly turned on your heel and walked towards the door.

“I’ll be waiting for you Draco.”

He closed his eyes because he wasn’t ready to see you leave.

So after what felt like centuries, Draco slowly opened his eyes.

He was all alone.

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Autumn.

It could be seen in the rustling trees and the gust of wind that made the amber colored leaves that were once bright green fall down onto a winding pathway beneath trees.

A young woman strided along the winding path. Clicking her heels. Head tilted upwards, taking in the pinkish purple sky in all of its glory.

A few books were tucked underneath her arm and a cloth bag loosely hung on her left shoulder.

She was so occupied by the pleasant weather and whatever thoughts were circling her head, that she didn’t even realise that she had collided with somebody.

“Sorry. I’m so sorry.”

She apologised profusely before she knelt down on the ground to collect the books she’d dropped.

The stranger hummed in response and helped her gather the contents that had fallen out of her book bag.

An oddly familiar smell tickled her senses. It was the smell of cologne and fresh mint.

The smell of the cologne was so foreign to her. It was like nothing she’d ever smelled before and yet, she found herself feeling awfully comforted by it.

The smell sent her into a state of déjà vu.

She looked up through her lashes and saw a boy with steely grey eyes making an eerie sense of familiarity washed all over her body.

“I’m sorry, have we met before?”

The boy blinked a few times before cracking a small smile. “I think we’re in the same Art history class. Judging by where you’re headed.”

“Right.” She nodded as they slowly walked down the path together. “Don’t mind me. It’s just.. it’s just that you seem oddly familiar to me.”

He shoved his hands into his pocket as they quietly walked next to each other. The silence wasn’t an awkward one.

Not for him at least.

It felt almost as if they’d always been walking together for years—in another timeline, in another life.

It all felt habitual.

“Tell you what? He finally said looking down at the girl he’d just met. “How about we get coffee after class and discuss this further. You seem oddly familiar to me too.”

“I’d like that.”

Her eyes pierced a million daggers into his heart.

“I’d like that a lot.”

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daydreamsofh · 4 years

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Dreamy

A/N: Ahhhh! Hi, hello :) Here is my piece for the Pick Your Poison Fic Challenge! This is the first thing I have ever written,(please be gentle hehe) and I cannot believe you’re about to read it! Thank you, I love you forever. So much love goes to my girls, my best friend @haute-romance-quotidienne (you know how I feel about you) & @harryinsweatersandbandanas- Ash thank you for your constant support and shared love for yearning over H :)

And lastly, I have so much love and adoration for the girls that put this whole thing together. @for-fucks-sake-h @oh-honey-styles @andwhenshesays, thank you all for being so brilliant and allowing us all the chance to try new things and for just constantly being people to look up to and admire. I love you all forever and ever, and I am the luckiest to know you.

Word Count: 7.3K

Yearning, yearning, pining. more yearning, yearning, and some more yearning. Sometimes our wildest daydreams do come true.

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Dreamy soft green eyes watched you from the other side of the room before he shifted his eyes back to the person he was talking to. Arguably this was the hardest part of your friendship with Harry, to see him with other people, other women and knowing that you’d never measure up. Or at least in your eyes, you wouldn’t. And truthfully it had nothing to do with the women he dated. They had all been kind to you and tried to be your friend once they realized how big of a role you played in Harry’s life. They were all lovely and nice and funny, and generally good to him. It never had anything to do with them, and everything to do with you.

Over the years of your friendship with him it had gotten harder and harder to act like you weren’t totally, completely, annoyingly, hopelessly in love with him. Especially on nights like tonight.

Gathered in his lofty, but cozy house with dozens of his closest family and friends for a listening party to celebrate the release of his brand new spanking album. He’s already had two listening parties specifically for his fans, but he wanted to have one for the people that make up his support system, that keep him going when the world feels too big and scary. Plus being the narcissist he so naturally is, the ego boost of his most loved ones listening to his album first and loving it first was an added plus.

He’d told you for months how special this album was to him, and you had singlehandedly witnessed the sheer joy he felt while making it. So when he invited you to the listening party, with those big green eyes slowly blinking at you, of course you said yes.

Walking into his home you were greeted by Anne, who was already teary eyed just from simply seeing all of the people gathered together that make up Harry’s life. She jumped up from her seat once she saw you and wrapped you up in a warm hug.

“‘There she is! Always so wonderful to see you love. I’m happy you’re here, he’s been asking for you.’” She squeezed your arm and sent you a wink before leaving you to go find Harry.

Right as she was, once you turned your back from her his eyes caught yours and he made a beeline for you. Weaving in and out of the crowds of people he reached for your hand before pulling you in and burying his face in your neck. The gesture made you sway, having to brace his shoulders so you wouldn’t fall over. When he finally pulled back he had the biggest smirk on his face as his hand reached to cradle your head and he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“‘Look who finally made it! Just in the nick of time like always. Hi Sweets.’”

Taking him in made you suddenly very glad you chose not to wear too high of heels tonight, because you almost fell over when you saw what he was wearing. Grey high waisted trousers, because why would anyone wear pants that actually sit on their hips correctly? A striped button top with the sleeves rolled up, and an over the top overly-grandpa sweater vest. His hair kept falling in his face and he had a content, soft, dreamy look on his face. Add the way he looked at you to the long list of reasons you loved him.

Looking up at him your stomach did a backflip before you breathed a small laugh and muttered, “Hi H, got quite the crowd tonight huh? It’s a shame more people don’t love you,”

“Oh yeah didn’t I tell you? I had to bribe everyone here with Gucci gift cards to get them to show up tonight,”

“Yeah I bet you did Gucci golden boy,”

That had him laughing deep in his chest before he playfully swatted at your arm, but just like always he was pulled in another direction as Jeff told him it was time to get the show on the road and get the listening party going.

“Gonna be okay on your own? Should I go grab you some tissues before we get started? Maybe some tea?” He said it with a shit eating grin on his face and a wink.

You narrowed your eyes at him before you replied, “You are a lot of things Styles but a comedian is not one of them! Get outta here before I change my mind and listen to it in the comfort of my own home,”

“Oh you wouldn’t dare, you wouldn’t make me miss out on that cute face reacting to my groundbreaking musical mastery would you?” He winked at you after his oh-so funny quip and you thought you were going to actually pass out and hit the floor from him calling your face cute. You knew your voice would give out and that your cheeks were burning so you just shook your head no and smiled so hard your face started to ache. With that he was finally gone to give his thanks to everyone for attending and for some more mingling before they would actually start the party.

After he walked away, you bumped into your mutual friend Sam, who actually introduced you to Harry at one of his shows years ago.

“Hey babe! I’m so glad you made it, I was afraid you would be too weepy to come today. No offense, but I know how he makes you. Especially with his music. Something about boys with guitars, right?”

After you smacked him in the chest for his hilarious reminder of just how much you pine for Harry and have for years, you muttered a very matter of a fact, “For your information it is not ‘something about boys with guitars’ it is about one boy with a guitar, and I think I have a pretty good handle on my weepy-ness today, so sod off.”

He gave you a knowingly smile and you shot one right back because he was absolutely right.

Everyone in your inner circle knew how you felt about Harry. Actually, anyone who was around the both of you for more than a few minutes picked up on it. From the way you bantered and poked fun at each other to the way you laughed at every one of his stupid jokes, to the way you longingly and very dramatically gazed at him pretty much all the time. And who could blame you?

He made everyone he spoke to feel like the most important person in the world. It was overwhelming how intently he listened and watched people. He was the most kind hearted, patient man. You’d lost count of how many times he talked you off the ledge, how many times he reassured you when you doubted yourself at work, or how many times he called to check on you after you swore up and down to him that you were okay. It was overwhelming how much he cared. It was overwhelming how much he radiated love and understanding. And most of all it was overwhelming how being in the same room as him even for just a second made you feel like you could breathe again. He was like coming up for fresh air, every single time.

And if anything made you feel more overwhelmed than just simply looking at him, watching him perform was a close second. He was ridiculously talented, a natural performer, and just so annoyingly amazing at what he does. No matter how many shows of his you went to you found yourself getting emotional watching him do what he was born to do, he exuded talent and the fact that you got to witness him in action was something you would never get over. He teased you about it each time he watched you from the pit or sides of the stage blubbering, but nonetheless he loved the fact that he could get such a reaction out of you. You also swore you saw his ears tinge pink each time you told him how great of a show he put on. You knew how hard it would be tonight to listen to his brand new songs in his house, IN FRONT of him and all of your closest friends and not cry the entire time. Damn him and his dreamy musical mastery ways.

You watched him hop onto his fireplace alongside Jeff to give one of his famous speeches. His eyes scanned the room and he gave everyone a slow, smirking grin. A slow, honeyed one that warmed you from the inside out and made your chest feel light and fluttery.

“I just want to thank you all so much for taking the time to come out and listen to my album, I love you all endlessly and this album is just as much for you as it is for me.” Harry's eyes found yours again and “You all know how I feel about you so I won’t bore you with a long speech, I love you and thank you for being here. Enjoy.”

And with that he was gone and you lost him in the crowd. After all of the headphones were passed out and everyone had their instructions on how to go about actually playing the album, you were sat in a loveseat near one of the many windows in his house, tucked away from the rest of the crowd.

Sam took the seat next to you and gave you a reassuring smile before he said, “If it gets too much you can get up and leave. I know that you know who most of these songs are going to be about and I don’t want to see you upset. I’ll even give you a ride home.”

You smiled back at him and sighed, “I really think I’ll be okay. I’m always happy just to hear his voice you know? No matter how hard this will be I’m staying. He has all of my support regardless of the fact that these songs aren’t about me. I just wanna be here with him, for him.”

Another smile, “Okay babe, whatever you want.”

Headphones were finally passed out and it was time to actually listen to the album. But before you could do that, Harry found where you were sitting and leaned up against the wall closest to you. Before you could ask what he was doing he just smiled, actually beamed at you and shook his head.

“Just wanted to lay my eyes on you before you started listening.” He pushed off the wall and walked over to you, kissed you on the forehead and chucked his fingers under your chin. “You know it means the most to me that you’re here. You’re pretty important to me, know tha’?”

It was such a simple, friendly thing to say, and tears pooled in your eyes before you knew it. “Yeah I've gathered that, I’ll come find you when i”m done listening. Go on,”

You squeezed his hand and gave him a smile while fighting back tears. “Go on,” Harry finally walked away and you looked over at Sam who pretended he wasn’t watching your whole exchange.

You know he didn’t mean to but every time you had a moment like this between the two of you it always just felt like he was dangling a carrot in front of you. Dangling the chance of you being together for real, dangling the chance that he felt the same way, and you know he didn’t mean it to be mean, but in a way it was. You knew there was no way he didn’t know how you felt, how could he not? And for him to be so touchy feely with you and look at you with those soft eyes it just felt cruel. And unfair. How could he not know? How could he not see it? Anytime he walked in the room your eyes lit up and you watched his every move. You supported him unwaveringly and jumped at the chance to do anything you could to help him. Not in a love sick puppy kind of way where you doted over him and thought he walked on the moon, you just wanted him to be as successful as he could be and you knew his potential, and never wanted him to settle for anything less. All you wanted was the best for him. And you’d be lying if you said you wished you were the best for him.

You took a deep breath and pressed play on the first song. You had heard samples of a few songs from the album and hearing the whole thing almost felt like an out of body experience. Golden, Watermelon Sugar, Adore You, and Lights Up filled you with so much joy, excitement, and a buzz. His new sound was unlike anything you have ever heard, and you’d still say that even if you weren’t ya know, embarrassingly in love with him. He had found his new groove and it was so poetic and imaginative and just so, Harry. But the farther you got down the list of songs, your stomach dropped.

Obviously you knew that quite a few of these songs would be about her, and obviously there was nothing wrong with that. It was Harry’s album and written from his life experiences, he had every right to write about whoever he wanted. You just didn’t think it would hit you so hard. Falling was a beautiful, raw, purely crafted song and you loved it. But what really did you in was Cherry. Everything from the soft, heartbreakingly warm guitar strumming to his reserved, falsetto voice, to the words that were so obviously meant for someone else, you were done for. Oh god and then his screams at the end. How many times had you felt that way about Harry? How many times had you left a dinner party or one of his shows and watched him leave with someone else and made yourself sick from crying so much and so hard? How many times had you yelled, screamed at the wall for being so invested in him? For loving him so much it made you sick? Too many times. You were able to get through the rest of the album just fine, distracted by the up beat, funky songs. But once you got to the end of the album, your heart cracked wide open again after hearing Fine Line. It was the most beautiful, ethereal, transcendent song you had ever heard, and you couldn’t believe that you knew the person who was responsible for its creation.

Once you were finished listening to the album, you found yourself going back to Fine Line, playing a loop of him saying “You Sunshine, you Temptress”. It was the most beautiful thing you had ever heard, and you just sat there in awe of what you had just experienced.

You looked over at Sam who was already looking at you, and even he was crying. You had no doubt that there was a dry eye in the house.

Remembering that you had so foolishly told Harry that you would find him after you were done listening to the album you tried your best to slow your breathing and heart rate back down, and you wiped your eyes as best you could from the tears that took over a majority of your face. You knew how crazy you must have looked, and you hoped Harry wouldn’t notice that you looked the same as you did when you watched the episode of Grey’s Anatomy when Derek and Meredith FINALLY got together. You had cried THOSE kind of tears.

You stood up from the couch you were sat at and straightened your dress and shook out your hands. Taking a deep breath you wiped at your eyes once more and turned to look at Sam, who was already giving you a sympathetic smile.

You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. You shook your head and cleared your throat before you finally found your words.

“Well, you were right. Dammit why does he have to be so? So- just,” Throwing your hands up another tear rolled down your cheek.

Sam smiled and reached for your hand and brushed his thumb over the top, “I know babe. He is just so. I know you told him that you would go talk to him after you listened but you do not have to. I know how hard this was for you and I don’t want him to make you feel even worse. Do you want me to give you a ride home?”

You looked up at him and gave him the best smile you could. “No no I'm fine, I need to stay and go talk to him. I need to tell him how incredible this was, and that I love him. I think I can manage to do that.”

He gave you a reassuring smile and shook his head, “Whatever you need. I’ll be here for a little while longer if you change your mind.”

Before you got up you asked him, “How soppy do I look? On a scale of ya know 1 to soppy?” You asked him with the smallest laugh you could muster.

“You look beautiful. He’s gonna think so too.”

And with that you stood again and finally left to go find Harry. When you rounded the corner of his dramatically long hallway, you found him talking to Jeff and some of his other friends.

Just looking at him from across the room had you teary eyed and your heart feeling like it was going to burst out of your chest. It was like you could feel it in your fingertips just how much you loved him, and every glance he threw your way had you weak at the knees. All you wanted to do was walk over to him and wrap your arms around him and feel his warm hands caress up and down your arms. But you stayed put like you always did, and had your little daydream’s like you always did. As hard as it was to not be “with” him, you’d take anything you could get. Just being in the same room as him made you feel special, and made you feel lucky to know him. Lucky to hear him, lucky to see him, just lucky to know him.

Jeff noticed you lurking behind the both of them and nudged Harry’s shoulder to get his attention. Harry slowly turned around and his eyes softened immediately when he saw it was you. He took off towards you not even bothering to tell the people he was talking to that he was leaving. His gaze on you warmed you from the inside out and you started sniffling again.

He closed the gap between the two of you and you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and looked up at him as his familiar warmth surrounded you. He noticed your weepy eyes immediately and his smile shifted to one of concern. He reached for the crook of your elbow and pulled you in. When he quickly stepped back his hands framed your face and he blurted out a raspy, “Why’re you crying? What happened? Is the album that bad?!” He snorted out a laugh and you gave a matching one, “No no no of course not H. It’s incredible. Really really incredible. I’m so proud of you.” You smiled at him as widely as you could and squeezed his biceps, and for the first time he got an actual look at your face.

Your eyes were definitely still teary and your lips were a bright shade of red and swollen. Your hair was still curled despite you nervously playing with it all night, and it did a good job of hiding your tears. Harry took you in all at once and you smelled so sweet, devine, familiar. Your eyes bounced between him and the floor and he had decided in that moment you had never looked more beautiful. So real.

He started snickering and asked you, “Is that why you’re so upset? Love you look like-”

“Like I just got hit by a bus? Yeah I’m aware H, thanks. And it’s all your fault” you finished with a laugh followed by a whimper.

“I was going to say you look beautiful. And exhausted. Why don’t we go sit somewhere and you can tell me what you really thought. Tha’ sound good?”

He was waiting for your reaction intently when Ben clamoed a hand on his shoulder and told him someone needed his attention right away. “Sorry to steal you away, uh oh are you- is everything okay?” Ben’s eyes flitted back and forth between the two of you.

You spoke up first, “Oh yeah i’m fine, we’re uh- we’re good we were actually just about to go and talk” You shot Ben a small smile and looked back at Harry.

Ben leaned in and whispered something in Harry’s ear and that had Harry shaking his head in agreeance.

Harry glanced back down at you and said “Why don’t you go find somewhere to sit, where it’s uh- just the two of us and wait for me. I’ll only be a minute and I really wanna hear what you think”

His smile dimpled his cheek and carded his hand through his hair.

When you hesitated your reply he grabbed your hand and searched for your eyes again, he opened his mouth so say something else but you cut him off, “Yeah yeah sure I’ll just be uh where I was sitting earlier. Don’t take too long, I might start crying again” you laughed and Harry mirrored a matching one.

“I'll just be a minute, go get comfy” He kissed your forehead and then he was off.

Turning around you tried to hide your squealing and practically ran back to the loveseat you were sitting at earlier. You weren't sure what your plan was, would tonight be the night that you finally, FINALLY confess your undying love for him? Would tonight finally be the night that you tell him what you’ve been feeling all of these years? He was eager to talk to you too, right? He was the one who suggested talking somewhere, alone? Oh dear god could he possibly be waiting to tell you the same thing?! Okay, okay no definitely not but still, maybe? He was awful eager to hear what you thought wasn’t he? Awful eager to go somewhere alone with you?

In your very long winded train of thought you realized you had been waiting an increasingly long time for Harry. You decided to get up and go look for him. You eagerly rose from the couch and padded down the hallway to go find him. Turning the corner your eager smile immediately dropped.

There he was, back turned to you surrounded by a crowd of various adoring women. You recognized a few of them, but not all. You stopped cold in your tracks. Your stomach fell to the floor as your tears clouded your eyes again, what the hell was he doing? This is what was so important that he had to leave you for? You weren't sure if you were more pissed off or upset. They all started laughing at something he said and as soon as Harry looked up from their reactions, his eyes caught yours. You felt your knees go weak and your chest start to heave.

Time to go. You held back your tears as you immediately went searching for your coat and your bag. You just wanted to get out of there, away from Harry and his bullshit lies about “wanting to know what you thought”. Clearly he was more interested in other things. You couldn’t believe he put you in this position, again. You felt so stupid for having hope that maybe he felt the same way about you. So silly of you to think, again that you were on the same level as the women that were in his league, in his world. You felt humiliated beyond belief that he put you here, again. You couldn’t stand to even look at him. You were hoping to leave without him seeing you again, weaving in and out of the crowd of people that filled his living room. You ignored people calling out your name to say goodbye, as you made a beeline for the back door. As short as you were Harry still managed to spot you before you reached the door.

He reached for your arm to stop you but you immediately shook his hand off. That caused him to stop you completely by jumping in front of you to get you to slow down.

His eyes found yours and as painful as it was to look at him.

“Oh my god love stop please what’s wrong? I was just about to go find yeh and talk to you- where are yeh going?’

You huffed. “Oh really? You were just about to come find me? Seemed pretty busy already Harry.”

He knew you using his full name instead of just H meant he was in deep shit.

“I was, honest! Why are yeh so upset?!”

You tried to push past him again but his strong hands on your biceps stopped you.

Looking straight up at the ceiling you squeaked out, “Harry I have to go. I can’t be here anymore and I have a work thing in the morning. “

“Tomorrow is Saturday sweets. I know you don’t have a work thing- and what the hell do yeh mean you can’t be here anymore?” He scoffed. “I thought yeh said yeh loved the album?”

Was he seriously using pet names with you right now? Was he looking to get his ass handed to him?

Looking directly at him you mustered all the courage you had left and said, “I can’t be here anymore and watch you get gawked over by other women, and I sure as hell can’t listen to you sing about her anymore. Please. H just let me go.” Your voice whimpered and a tear slid down your cheek before you finally managed to push past him.

Harry just stood there, dumbfounded. Had he heard you right? Christ had he heard you right?

He was quick to turn around and call out your name but you were already halfway out of the door frame. He begged you to stop but you just picked up the pace and practically ran to your car.

Driving home from the party all you could do was cry. Your tears clouded your visions and you were trembling, chest heaving trying to catch your breath. You were so incredibly proud of Harry, and his album. You tried to convince yourself that these were partly “happy” tears but you knew that wasn’t the truth. You knew it sounded cheesy but you have never wanted to be with him as badly as tonight. That was until you saw him with his new friend. But the more you tried to stay mad at him, you couldn’t. You still just wanted to be with him. And it wasn’t because he was Harry Styles and had a brand new (probably going to be platinum) album out. It was because he was Harry. Your H, your best friend, your favorite person. The man who put together a party where he was surrounded by everyone who loved him and who he felt the most safe around, all to just share his most personal album to date. He made this incredible piece of art and the first thing he wanted to do was share it with the people he loves the most, it was the most adorable thing you had ever seen.

You finally neared the street your apartment was on, and as soon as you got inside and pulled your phone out of your handbag, you already had 5 missed calls and voicemails to match. You knew you scared him with the way that you very dramatically stormed out of his place with tears in your eyes, but you just couldn't call him back. Or even begin to think to. Not only were you heartbroken and upset about the whole situation, you were also embarrassed for your outburst, or actual lack thereof. Damn him and his ability to make you lose all the words in your brain every time he looked at you. You put your phone away for the night, washed off your makeup and put on one of Harry’s old t-shirts you stole a couple years ago to sleep in. You pulled the covers over your head and finally drifted off.

The next few days consisted of Harry calling you every .2 seconds. He sent flowers, baked goods. He even sent you a loaf of bread, which he was sure would do the trick. A bit of an inside joke between the two of you and your shared love of eating your sadness away with the help of massive carbohydrates. He knew better than to actually drop by and try to see you, he figured he just needed to give you a few days and you’d call and tell him what was going on. His main reasoning for that actually was that he didn’t want to spook you or see you upset again. He knew you would come back to him, you always did.

By the 4th day of not hearing from you, Harry was getting increasingly worried. You got a call from Sam, your Mom, multiple mutual friends of yours, you even got a call from Jeff. All claiming that Harry didn’t tell them to call you and check on you, even though you knew that they all had orders to report back to him with whatever you said. Each call you either declined or gave a vague reasoning of why you sounded so unlike yourself. You weren’t really sure what your long term plan was, it’s not like you could just ignore him forever or the situation forever. Although, changing your name and moving to Bora Bora didn’t sound like such a bad idea.

The more phone calls you got the more you wondered about what Harry had told them as a reason to check on you. Being the blabber mouth that he is you were sure that he had told them about what you said to him. It’s not like literally everyone didn’t know how you felt about him, but the fact that he now knew how you felt made your stomach churn.

Maybe Bora Bora was still an option. You tried to busy yourself as best you could, but of course like always your thoughts circled back to Harry. Maybe he hadn’t heard you? Maybe he was too busy thinking about what’s her face that was rubbing her hands up and down his back to hear what you said? You hoped it was the latter.

By the 5th day of you hiding out in your apartment, Harry had lost all patience and grace. He decided to make his presence known and come over to your place. He was tired of waiting, and quite frankly he was terrified he had hurt you beyond repair. The two of you had had little spats and fights over the years of your friendship, at the longest it only took a day for the two of you to calm down and then you were okay. This is the longest the two of you had gone without speaking, and it was making him sick. He needed you, and he loved you. He just hoped he hadn’t ran out of time to tell you.

By the time he got to your apartment you had managed to actually get dressed for the day. For you that meant an old, ratty sweatshirt of Harry’s you stole along with your sleep shirt, a pair of yoga pants. You took your hair out of it’s bun and took a long look in the mirror at yourself. You looked pitiful. You pulled the sleeves of Harry’s sweatshirt over your hands, wiped your tears away and went to get comfy in your front room. You were one episode of Grey’s Anatomy deep when there was a knock at your door. Shit.

You stayed perfectly still and muted the TV. You knew exactly who it was knocking. You’d hope he hadn’t heard your TV and he’d assume you weren’t home. You held your breath as your cheeks started to warm.

It was when you heard that slow, honeyed rasp that your eyes started to leak.

Harry let out a long breath and knocked again. “Angel I know you’re in there. Please, please let me in. I just wanna see your face. I need to lay my eyes on you.” His voice was softer, slower. “I need to hear your voice love please.”

You stood at your feet. As mad and hurt you were by him you just wanted to fling the door open and fall into him. But part of you still wasn’t ready to come face to face with him.

Harry knocked on your door again and you moved closer. He let out another heavy sigh, “Love don’t make me use my key. Please open the door.”

Shit shit shit shit! Why had you given him a key?! Could you run to your bathroom and sneak out the window? Could you hide in your pantry? All viable options you thought.

“Okay, you’ve left me no choice. I’m coming in.” Harry all but barked at you.

Your eyes went wide and you ran to the door and put your hand on the lock. “Wait wait wait Harry just uh- give me, give me a minute.” You fluffed up your hair a little bit and straightened your sweatshirt.

Oh god. You were wearing his sweatshirt. Why couldn't you just melt into the ground instead of opening the door? You wanted to bolt but you knew you just needed to get this over with.

Opening the door you were met with a very somber looking Harry, but his eyes softened and he smiled once he saw you. He looked so sad, so concerned, so confused. He was wearing one of his sweatshirts from his first tour, black jeans and his checkered vans.

“There she is. Hi love.” Harry’s eyes raked over your figure and his eyes went wide when he saw you clad in his sweatshirt. He went in for a hug but you pulled away before he could close the gap and you stepped to the side of him. His brow furrowed but before he could speak you muttered a very small “Hi Harry.”

He was still upset you were using his full name. He wanted to hear your sweet, familiar voice saying the nickname that rolled off your tongue so easily. It was one of his favorite words coming from you, and it made his heart swell each time you said it. It instantly felt cold in your apartment, and you suddenly wish you wouldn’t have opened the door.

You walked behind your kitchen island to put a barrier in between the two of you and his eyes wouldn’t leave yours. The two of you just stood there in silence and you swore you had never felt so exposed. So uncomfortable. How many times had you stood in this very spot with Harry making breakfast together? How many times had he danced with you around your kitchen? How many beautiful and truly wonderful memories did you have of spending time together in your home? You couldn’t believe how detached you felt from him, and as hurt as you were itching to touch him. This strange silence felt so unfamiliar.

You smiled as best as you could and asked him, “What’s up? Are you okay? What’s got you so curious that you had to come all the way over here?” you laughed a little at the end in hopes of him not being able to hear you sniffle.

His eyebrows raised before he replied, “Love you scared the shit out of me. I’ve been worried out of my absolute mind the past couple days. I- I need to know what yeh really meant when you said you couldn’t listen to me sing about her anymore?” His eyes flitted all over your face as he waited for your response. “Please tell me. I’ve been out of my mind thinking about it all week.”

You felt your chest tighten and your eyes started to tear up again. You were just about to make up an excuse when you realized that’s what you’ve been doing all these years, and all it’s done is hurt you and not gotten you and Harry anywhere. Hang buildup. He had already heard you the other night. He needed to know how you really felt.

Looking up at him you took a deep breath and tried to steady yourself. You were half expecting you to chicken out and make up another excuse, but all that came out was, “I’m in love with you Harry.”

Harry’s eyes snapped up and you wished the floor would have come up and swallowed you whole. Where the hell did that come from?! Shit shit shit shit there was no way to take that one back. But you know what? Screw it. Hang buildup. The flood gates were wide open.

You took advantage of your rare bravery and kept going.

“Harry I love you. I’m in love with you. My heart is so full of you I can’t even call it my own anymore. I love you. I really, truly do. I love you so much I can feel it in my finger tips. And every time you look at me. You’re a piece of me. I dream of you. I don’t come without you. I take you with me, everywhere I go. I love you in a really big, stupid, annoying kind of way. Like in the way that I check the weather wherever you’re traveling to so I can know what it’s like where you are. I love you in the way that when you’re out of town I go and I visit with your Mom because I know how much she misses you and I take comfort in her home because it was once your home. I love you in the way that I save every voicemail and voice note you’ve ever left me and I listen to them when i’ve had a shitty day or when I just want to hear your voice and you’re not here. I love you in the way that is embarrassing and loud and over the top. You are the best part of any day.”

Floodgates, wide open. When you finally finished your speech you stood there, unmoving waiting for him to say something. When he stood there for a good minute not saying anything, you started to panic. Oh shit. Oh shit oh shit oh shit way too much why did you say all of that?! This was not the finale of Grey’s Anatomy, who did you think you were? Maybe you could still bust out of your bathroom window.

You stuttered and very shakily tried to take it back. “Oh my god I’m so sorry- you, you don’t have to say anything. Maybe you should go, it's clear you don’t feel the same way and we can just try and forget what I said.”

Harry cleared his throat before he readjusted his stance. He went reaching for the pocket in his sweatshirt, and pulled out a pile of letters and notes with a rubber band holding them together.

“I uh, I've been adding to this since the first week we met.” He cleared his throat but he didn’t want to spook you so he just slid them across the island.

There were dozens of letters and sticky notes, even old receipts that had his handwriting scrambled all over them. You figured they were song lyrics and ideas he had, but then you saw your name. He had written you dozens of love letters and notes. He dated them too, and he was telling the truth. The first one was dated the exact day you two had met. You knew because it was the same night you saw him perform for the first time. Your face was red as a tomato as you started to read them and you were suddenly crying again. You hadn’t even noticed but Harry had closed the gap between the two of you and his warm presence was behind you. He brushed his hand against your arm and spun you around to face him.

“I’ve loved you for forever, angel. I’ve loved you since you set foot backstage at that show so many years ago. We had just met and we had had literally one conversation but I knew. I just looked at you and I knew I was going to be with you. Some way, somehow. I didn’t care how long it took. And for the first couple of years of us being friends I settled for just that because I loved you so much it kind of scared me. Hence the pile of notes of me confessing my feelings time and time again.” Harry grabbed your hand and brought it to his chest before continuing, “I love you I love you I love you. Yeh pretty much my entire heartbeat. Y’my girl.”

You were positively sobbing and you felt like you were on fire. Were you dreaming? Did he just? Did he just say all of that? Did he just swoop in here and basically say that he’s been in love with you since the beginning of time? You were in awe of the man standing in front of you. This man who you had loved for years and who you had watched grow into this incredibly understanding, resilient, unashamedly vulnerable man who exudes love and kindness. How lucky were you to love him, and to be loved by him? It almost didn’t feel real, like some sort of daydream. A beautiful, beautiful daydream.

Your throat went dry and you suddenly forgot how to speak. You broke out into an uncontrollable snicker and managed to choke out, “Me? You, you love me too?”

Harry cradled your face in his hands and brushed his thumbs over the tops of your cheeks and let out a breathy laugh. “Yeah I do love. Loved yeh forever. Don't know why it took yeh so long t’see it. Will yeh let me kiss yeh now?”

Oh, hell yes. Harry brought his mouth down to yours and sealed your lips in the sweetest, most sipping kiss. He tasted like his favorite mint tea and his scent over took all of your senses. He kissed you over and over, somehow buttoning your lips together even more perfectly each time. When you both smiled into the kiss it broke and you stood there holding each other with your foreheads pressed together, panting. Harry looked up at you and you had never seen him smile so wide. You were sure he was actually in pain. He looked you up and down and tugged at the bottom of your (his) sweatshirt.

“What’s this hm? Another way you love me? By stealing all m’clothes and never returning them?”

You started giggling and told him to “Shut up H.” You bashfully grinned and hid your face in his warm neck and breathed him in.

“Hey now that’s not nice m’love. Thought yeh said you loved me?” he gave you a shit eating grin and you gave him a matching one.

“I do H, that I do.” That had him grinning at you wider than you had ever seen and the two of you spent the rest of the night wrapped around each other telling each other over and over again how much you loved each other. Well, and maybe showing each other how much you loved each other, too.

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any chance you could write some sternclay hannukah fic? as wholesome or naughty as you like

I certainly can! I went with fluffy, and I hope it turned out okay.

Joseph Stern does his best not to take personal offense at the existence of inanimate objects.

But the “Merry Christmas” signs hanging down the entire main street of Kepler are on thin fucking ice.

He knows small towns tend to lean towards homogeneity. He knows that many municipal agencies treat Christmas as a non-denominational day celebrated by everyone.

The sign simply reminds him of being scolded by a grade school teacher for telling the other students that his family wasn’t visited by Santa, which suggested an inherent flaw in the idea of Santa’s existence.

Or not being able to get the holidays he needed off of work during college, because those weren’t “real” holidays according to his boss.

Or not being allowed to have his mini T-rex menorah on his desk at the UP because it was a religious symbol and he worked in a government agency.

He can’t shake the bad mood as he finishes his errands and heads back towards the lodge. Snow falls in clumps on his windshield as he pulls up in front, just in time to see Bigfoot and Mothman carrying a large pine tree into the lobby.

Home sweet home.

“Kay just, uh, hold it steady for a sec there ‘Drid.” Duck’s legs stick out from beneath the tree as he twists it into a stand, Indrid holding it upright while he does. Barclay sees Stern just as he slips on his bracelet, and by the time he’s kissing him he’s human again.

“Hey, babe.”

“Hi. Getting prepared for the season, I see.”

“Yep” Barclay grins excitedly, “finally found the perfect C-”

“Christmas tree, yes, I know, I’m Jewish, not oblivious.” Stern hears the bitterness, takes a breath and shuts his eyes, prepared to apologize for once again harshing others holiday cheer by reminding them that Jewish people exist.

“No…” Barclay is making his worried-about-Stern face, “It’s the Candlenights tree.”

“Come again?”

“Did that plenty this morning.” Barclay bounces his eyebrows, and Stern rolls his eyes.

“Candlenights is a winter holiday on Sylvain. It’s supposed to be a time of rest and warmth, of remembering that it’s alright to take time to focus on love and peace and comfort.”

“But that’s obviously a Christmas tree.”

Barclay shrugs, “You’re supposed to have a big piece of greenery as one of the decorations, a representation of the beauty of the land around you. Some families decorate a tree in their yard, or grow a flower bush specifically to use, stuff like that.”

“Mine had a blue mallow tree. It smelled like sugar. And the blossoms were delicious.” Indrid chimes in as he puts on his glasses.

“Is that why you put marshmallows on the tree in the apartment?” Duck brushes pine needles off himself.”

“Maybe.”

Barclay continues, “You decorate it with lights and flowers. And, well, the Christmas tree is a great way of having that tradition in the lodge without people wondering what the fuck we’re doing and asking too many questions.”

“So...Candlenights is tonight?”

“It starts tomorrow. It’s kinda like Hanukah, but it lasts five days rather than eight nights. Each day centers around a concept: light, warmth, comfort, growth, love. Er, that’s the translation from Sylph, at least.”

“That sounds pleasant.” Stern smiles a bit, watches Hollis and Jake untangling strings of lights with varying degrees of success, “I’m, I’m glad you all are able to celebrate the way you did back home.”

“Me too. Uh, you know you can celebrate with us right? The lodge is your home too.”

“Thank you.” He kisses Barclays cheek and heads towards his room while the cook heads off towards the kitchen.

It’s not that he doesn’t appreciate the offer. And he’s actually curious about what’s essentially an alien cultural ceremony.

But he wishes he had what he needed to observe Hanukkah. So that he could feel connected to his past, and his home, the way the Sylphs will tomorrow.

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He’s up early the next morning, wanders out into the lobby with his coffee mug. It’s quiet save for the crackling fire and distant sounds of Mama in her office and Barclay in the kitchen.

The tree is lit with orange and white lights, and does look rather festive.

But it’s something on the window near the tree catches his attention.

It’s clearly supposed to be a serpent version of the Loch Ness Monster (Stern’s preferred version, given that the more popular pleisiosaur is the least likely of all explanations for the creature).

And it has nine candle holders on it.

“Happy Hanukah, handsome.” Barclay’s voice is a soft rumble in his ear as the taller man hugs him from behind, “Know it doesn’t officially start until tonight, but seemed like I oughta give you this ahead of time. Plus, it matches nicely with the first day of Candlenights.”

“True.” Stern murmurs, “Barclay this, this is wonderful.”

“Glad you like it. Had it made special.”

Stern turns in his arms, kissing him long and slow, not caring that the flour on his apron is now on Sterns shirt. He’s grown used to floury hugs and sugared kisses, Barclay stealing them from him in between moments at work. He wouldn’t trade them for the world.

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The next day, Stern nearly has a heart attack when he opens his bedroom door.

“BUNNY SWEATER TIME!”

“GAH!oh, hello Aubrey. Doctor.”

Aubrey grins at him, while Dr. Harris Bonkers, PhD, attempts to chew his way out of his small, black sweater, emblazoned with flames. It matches Aubrey’s own.

“I didn’t realize you two, or, ah, three” he waves to Dani, “were vising from Sylvain.”

“Just for today and tomorrow. Dani needs to give Barclay his gift.”

Dani proudly hoists a thick, knitted sweater that reads “Kiss the cook.”

Stern pads into the lobby, finds it more active than the previous morning. Sitting by his menorah is a flat box, wrapped in silver paper. When he opens it, he finds a thick sweater, and braces himself. More than once has he been given a holiday sweater that was blatantly Christmas themed.

This one, however, is a tasteful, dark blue with silver snowflakes and UFOs patterned across it. Stern pulls it on, finds it fits perfectly.

“Looking good dude!” Jake calls from his position teaching Dr. Harris Bonkers how to play on a Nintendo DS. Stern settles on the couch, picks up his paperback from where he set it yesterday.

“Ah good, Barclay took my suggestion.”

“JEsus.” Stern’s unprepared for the red glasses poking out of a nearby pile of fabric.

Indrid answers the question before he asks it, “Electric blanket, a gift from Duck. Barclay was torn between that sweater and a Bigfoot themed one. I foresaw you liking that option slightly better. It suits you well.”

“Thank you.” Stern rubs the soft fabric, feeling deeply cozy, and settles in to read.

That evening, he’s getting ready to light the menorah when he spots Barclays reflection beside his own in the window.

“Can, uh, is it okay if I join you?”

“Of course.”

Barclay watches intently, listens as Stern recites the blessing. When Stern is done he joins his boyfriend in a large easy chair.

“There anything else you miss from, like, celebrating Hanukkah as a kid?”

“How do you mean?” Stern rests his head on his shoulder with a sleepy sigh,

“Well, back on Sylvain, there are these almost scone-like things, made out of honeyberries. They don’t taste like anything you get on earth. I smuggled preserved honeyberries through the gate every year around this time just so I could make some. Vincent never could turn down a Twinkie bribe to look the other way.”

“Sufganiyot. My mom always got them from a place called Greenbush back home.”

“Jelly doughnuts, right?”

“Yes. How did you-”

“Babe, do you have any idea how many cookbooks I’ve read? At this point I’m not sure there’s a pastry I haven’t heard of.”

“That...never occurred to me.” He yawns, unsure how a day of lazing by the fire can make him so exhausted (maybe it was having to prevent a talking rabbit and a seal disguised as a skater from lighting the tree on fire. Twice).

“Bedtime. C’mon, my little Sufganiyot”

“In what sense am I little-ah, hey!” Stern laughs as Barclay scoops him up in his arms.

“You’re ridiculous” He grumbles against Barclays chest.

“You love me for it.”

Stern nestles closer, “Very true”

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The next morning, he steps out his door, only for the scent of sugar to draw him towards the restaurant. He can hear Barclay speaking from within the kitchen.

“No, you can’t have any yet.”

“But, Uncle Barclay, look at how cute I am.” Dr. Harris Bonkers’ voice, if he had to guess.

“Joseph gets the first batch.”

“Why?”

“Because he’s even cuter.”

Barclay steps out the kitchen door, plate in hand, and turns bright red.

“Oops, didn’t know you were up.”

“Dear, my alarm goes off at five every morning.”

Then he sees what Barclay is holding.

“Happy Hanukkah, babe.”

Stern grabs a doughnut from the plate and devours it in three bites.

“Please tell me you made more than two.”

“Aww, babe, glad you like ‘em.”

“I do. But, uh, that’s not why I said it.”

He points to the restaurant door, where many more faces are peeking in, several licking their lips.

Barclay chuckles, “Whelp, better get frying.”

Stern grabs his usual apron from the near the kitchen door.

“I’ll help.”

Day four starts equally pleasantly, with him discovering a small, pleasingly round moss ball floating in a small aquarium sitting on his desk. The aquarium is decorated with a mini bigfoot figure and a mini FBI figure.

“Dani suggested that for you. I know you like having plants on your desk, but don’t always have the best luck keeping them alive.” Barclay rubs his shoulders, kissing the top of his head as he sits at the desk.

“I love it. Oh! Today is growth, right?”

“Yep.” Another kiss.

“Stay right here.” Stern rummages through the closet, pulling out the large, wrapped package he’s had for the last two weeks.

“Merry? Candlenights, Barclay. I wasn’t quite sure when to give it to you, but today seems like the best choice.”

Barclay unwraps the package on the bed, laughs delightedly when he sees what’s inside.

“Counter-top herb garden. Nice thinking, handsome.”

“You’re always saying how you miss not having fresh herbs to work with in the winter, so it seemed riiiight, oh lord, I, I have a phone call with Hayes in ten minutes, big guy, don’t start anything you can’t finish in that time.”

“Don’t worry,” Barclay rumbles from his new position kneeling on the floor, undoing Sterns pants as he kisses his stomach, “I’ll make real fucking sure you finish.”

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It’s day five, and for the first time there’s nothing greeting Stern when he wakes up. He’s not terribly worried, and anyway he has to finish the briefing instructions for the new agents being sent to guard the inactive gate (his notes make no mention of the new, active gate a mile away).

Barclay joins him, as he has the last three nights, to light the menorah before heading back into the restaurant to feed residents and winter tourists. He busies himself with chores and crossword puzzles until Barclay is done with the night shift.

When his boyfriend finally joins him for the night, he has his hands behind his back and a smile on his face that puts Indrid Cold’s to shame. Wordlessly, he hands Stern a box covered in gold paper.

“That’s certainly a hefty package” Stern smirks as he opens it, then gapes at the contents.

“It’s, how, where did, did you make this?”

“I had it cast so, uh, yeah? It’s for times when you get lonely, or like, have to go on business trips.”

“Lord, Barclay, they even got the color right. Do they even know that they were making a toy from the real Bigfoot’s co-”

“No, and I intend to keep that way. Now…” Barclay crawls on top of him, fingers working his pajamas off, “how about we break in your new toy?”

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Stern rolls over in bed the next morning to see Barclay stepping out of the shower, towel around his waist. The Sylph notices him, comes to the bed to give him a kiss.

“Oh, here, wanted to give this to you before I go to work.” He holds out a small package, unmistakably the shape of a DVD box. Stern smiles excitedly to discover the entire X-Files series contained within it. Then he frowns.

“Wait, Candlenights ended yesterday.”

“Yeah. But it’s still hanukkah, right?”

“Yes…”

“Babe, what did you think I was getting you those presents for.”

“I, well, I assumed you were trying to mesh my holiday with yours, so you’d only get me things during Candlenights-”

“You only give someone a gift on one day of that.”

“Really?”

“Yep. I just thought it would be fun to kinda tie my first five for you to Candlenights. Give you a taste of it without, like, pressuring you to be a part of it or making you give up something important to you. But I’ve had Hanukah stuff picked out for you since, like, September. And, uh, if there’s other stuff around it you wanna do or share with me, just say the word.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why do that for me, it would have been easier just to do Candlenights. Lord knows it wouldn't be the first time my practices were overlooked, I could have handled it.”

“Because I love you, Joseph. I want you to be happy. When I told you the lodge was your home, and I meant it. And being home means having the space to celebrate things that are important to you.”

“You, I-” Stern shifts under the covers, feeling suddenly very vulnerable.

“Is my special agent speechless? Because that’d be a first.”

“Yes, though the exact reason for it escapes me. Thank you, Barclay. For doing all this for me.”

Barclay nuzzles his cheek with a smile, “Any time, babe. And hey,” he tilts Sterns chin up so their eyes meet, “I love you.”

Stern’s smile is like a warm flame spreading across his face, “I love you too.”

#TAZ Amnesty #Sternclay #fluff #agent stern/barclay #reader requests

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jawllines · 5 years

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Hi!! Just wondering if you ever had a chance to write that fake gf blurb!!! I know that was ages ago tho ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

i DID INDEED THANK YOU FOR REMINDING ME! THIS IS VERY LONG AWAITED LIKE I WROTE THE FIC TWO YEARS AGO AND SAID I WOULD WRITE A FOLLOW UP THEN WAS THE DEVIL AND IM VERY SORRY THAT IM THE WORST IN THE WORLD.

Three solid weeks after their cabin expenditure, Harry was still stupidly head over heels for his fake girlfriend.

Y/N doesn’t leave like he had feared she would once they finished up and she’d bid him his favor. He’d expected that they would have gone home, she would throw in the towel and they’d become but passing friends again while Harry conjured up some story about their breakup. Figured that he might bump into her in another science lab and have to mute the twinge his heart gives at the sight of her soft features, lips pulling up into that smile he’d grown so fond over. Or even worse, he’d not see her at all, and while that would be good on his heart in time, the immediate thought of it sounds dreadful and abhorrent and just downright upsetting.

Yet none of those things happen. After that first night home, when she’d knocked on his door and told him she wasn’t ready to leave yet, offering up a cuddle and a horror film their fates had been set in stone. They see each other so frequently and go out and about either by themselves or with the others so often, that they might as well still be playing a couple. Hell, even when they’re at one of their flats without anyone else around they fall into calling each other pet names, climbing all over into each other’s laps, and -- if Y/N’s had a few bevvies in her -- will kiss pretty, splotchy purpled love bites to mottle the skin at his throat (but never would she venture to his mouth). It was easy as breathing for them. . .like they’d been together for as long as Harry had told his friends in the first place; maybe even longer.

Neither of them speaks on it or seal the deal though. Harry’s not even sure if Y/N likes him back or not, because while he could twist and turn her actions into loving embraces, longing glances, and passion behind those hickeys -- he knows she’s just a touchy-feely, lovie dovie type of person. Maybe it’s selfish of him to soak in all of these gestures and pretend that they meant more than they were, but that doesn’t stop him from doing it. It keeps him sane, to some degree, because it went from liking Piper and her being his top tier, biggest all-time crush, to Y/N being his whole world it felt like.

And it’s not even like he can chat with anyone about it! He’d gone and lied to all of his friends about being with her already, so he’d look like a right tosser to tell them the truth. They would all be so pissed at him -- brows set in deep furrows frowns dragging the corner of their mouths down. Would they even talk to him after? He’d started with the lie in the first place so that he could spend time wallowing in his own self-pity and laziness, so how could he very well explain that without seeming like an absolute dick for not just letting them know?

The worst of it though? When he can’t talk to his friends about something, he would instead tell Y/N but this time that just wasn’t an option. “Hey, so remember how we lied and said we were dating? Turns out I actually really fucking like you and can’t go a goddamn minute of my free time not daydreaming about kissing you, so what should we do about that? Try it out or am I just a friend? Jus’ lemme know for my own sanity’s sake ‘cos I’m proper stressed about this yeah?”

The thought of it makes him shiver from embarrassment.

All of it weighs heavily on him, as he sits beside her on the couch, watching her mouth curl and shape around her words as she tells him the intricacies of her shopping experience today. She’d gone with a few of her friends to the mall and they had all decided on a select few places to go, all of which Y/N had a weird feeling about, and all of which something odd had occurred. And he was listening to each of her points -- how the cashiers in the Helzberg Diamonds nearly got into a proper fist fight, when they were in Victoria’s Secret she’s fairly sure she saw a polyamorous relationship of at the very least seven, or even when she went to go purchase him a soft looking sweater she’d figure he would like (because his AC unit makes his flat the absolute zero and he loved it, actually, he's cozied up into it as soon as she’d handed it to him), a woman tried to fight her friend for a size medium when there were several other mediums. And he realizes, as he soaks in every word and revels in the way she speaks with her hands, blinks harder and shakes her head when she’s confounded by something -- he really is in love with her.

He can feel it, from the depths of his chest, worming around his heart and hugging it tightly. There’s something he just can’t explain about it; such an immense warmth that overcomes him and the ever-present need to reach out and touch her was heavy and persistent at the forefront of his mind. He wanted to bring her to his chest and hold her close; tell her again and again that she was incredible and how much he liked her and how much he wanted to ravish her in sweet kisses that would leave the both of them feeling gooey and warm. How was he meant to focus on anything else in his life when all he could think about was cocooning Y/N in a fort of blankets and keep her all to himself?

Harry doesn’t realize he’s leaning forward until Y/N’s words have slowed to a stop and her eyes go wide some, looking from his mouth to his eyes and back before between each pupil like she could find the answer of what he was planning there, “Harry?” Her voice is inquisitive, yet soft -- gentle as a stroke of a feather, “Are we about to -- are we about to kiss?”

Had anyone else said something like that, it would’ve torn him from the moment and he would have drawn back and been at least a little pissy that they couldn’t have done it like a movie. However, it was Y/N who was looking at him with these big eyes, both trusting and wanting to some degree, and his heart hammered in his chest. Like two sticks at a tympani, it rumbled and rustled as he kept his gaze held to hers, “If you’d like to,” he had murmured carefully although his voice trembled just slightly around the corner of his words, “If you’d like to, I would really like to.”

If Toddy or Niall had seen this, they would’ve surely taken the piss. They’d always thought Harry to be some smooth talking lady killer but he would figure that’s the last thing he was. Maybe he’s got non-purposeful flirty eyes and he watches people’s mouths as they speak which has led one too many people on accidentally, but if he really likes someone. . .well, it isn’t as easy as complimenting their shirt. It’s something he mulls over so for days, weeks, months, and instead of being suave and calculated with how he pursued it he does it in a spur of the moment. He leans in as they tell a story because he’s so overcome with that feeling that it feels like he may burst.

“I want to,” she tells him and a wave of not only relief but sheer joy flutters through his body, “I’ve wanted to but I thought you liked Piper?”

“Liked, yeah but a sweet fake girlfriend of mine kind of pushed her way into my heart and planted her feet in my atria,” his lips quirk in a smile as her own do, “I -- one of the last night’s we had stayed there, Piper had come to our room. She wanted to hook up with me and. . .and well, hell, that had been my dream for how long? I used to get so upset that she’d never shown interest in me and then there she was, showing interest but I just -- God, all I could think about was you.” He scooted a little closer, his hand floating up to cradle her cheek and he sighed softly, “Then you came in all drunk and wanting a cuddle and it only cemented the fact that I like you far too much than someone should like their fake girlfriend.”

The smile that is stretching her cheeks, Harry only gets to see for a few moments, because after a second or two she’s leaned forward and smeared their lips together. It startles a squeak from his throat and a huffed laugh from his nose as he reciprocates the meshing of their mouths. Her hands skate against his forearm, gripping onto his bicep like she might be steadying herself before practically crawling her way into his lap and Harry accepts her more than willingly. He works with her, maneuvering his arms so that she was astride his thighs and he had one hand cradling her face as the other held onto the round of her hip tugging her impossibly closer to him.

It’s good -- fulfilling in a way he doesn’t exactly know how to describe apart from craving something for so long and finally having it. Her lips are warm and soft; they taste vaguely of the chocolate turtles she’d been eating earlier when she’d come over in the first place and he can’t help the way he suckles it into his mouth and nips at the plush skin. Their noses knock together and he can feel a puff of air warm his upper lip from her but she makes no move to part from him. If anything, she kisses deeper, using the tip of her tongue to gently flick at the seam of his mouth.

Harry parts his lips easily for her and Y/N wastes no time sliding her tongue against his own. He moans and it very clearly encourages her, her movements becoming even more confident than they had been previously. It’s in the way she moves so ardently that suggests to him that she has wanted to and as her hands reach to gently hold the side of his face with a few fingers splaying out across the skin of his throat, he wonders when it may have happened. Was it when they had first cuddled and he’d carried her up the stairs to their bedroom? Or was it when he’d given her that very first hickey? What if it even dated back to when they had met?

He knows when he’d wanted to kiss her the first time, though he doesn’t think past him knew at the moment. He would dare date it back as early as when she’d made him pancakes but that he’d often attributed to wanting to smooch her since she was acting so well. No, the first time he thinks he could have planted one on her and not felt one regret about it would be when she had bought those candles for him. Had gone out of her way to show genuine regard for him -- to do something so nice, just because he couldn’t sleep -- if he could have kissed her then, he’s sure he would have. He probably should have.

But that doesn’t matter, because here she’s sat, their tongues dancing and twirling around one another, heads tilting and the tips of their noses stroking together. It was playful and flirty and something Harry knows he’s going to think about long after they’d parted.

No matter how much he didn’t want to part, his lungs burned with the need to breathe and he eventually breaks away with a soft smack of their lips detaching. They’re both breathless, chests heaving, and when he looks down some he sees that her nipples had pebbled through the thin material of her shirt that beckons an interested twitch from his cock. Though the filthy thought that tries to slither into his brain is quickly muted by the way Y/N wraps her arms around him, hugging him close to her and nestling her face into the side of his neck, “I liked that.” She murmured, “Was getting tired of satiating my want to kiss you by giving you drunk hickies.”

Harry chuckles, moving his arms around her waist and stroking her back in soft, slow movements, “I hope those stay too though, I rather like them,” he admits and she giggles. Harry appreciates the comforting weight of her atop of him and he’s fairly sure he could nap like this, but he has to ask something before he can. Wouldn’t forgive himself if he didn’t take this moment to do so. “Y/N?” She hums in response, her face hidden still, “Would you do me the honors of being my real girlfriend? Not fake?”

She doesn’t miss a beat in her response.

“Of course I will, Dummy.”

#blURB #OR #BLURBS #Anonymous

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cherry-holland · 5 years

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Dmitri Island: ch 1

A/n: here’s the first chapter!!! Sorry it’s so long I wanted to get the reader and Tom’s back history started!! But I hope y’all enjoy it 🥰

Beep, beep, beep.

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The blaring sound of your alarm rang through your ears, waking you from your dreamless slumber. Groaning, you fiddled around in the darkness searching for your phone.

Where is this damn thing? And why is it so loud?

Once you found it, you brought it close to your face and stopped the obnoxious alarm from ringing anymore to give you a peace of mind. Your phone cleared the alarm away from the screen as you saw a row of messages from Tom, your best friend.

T: loooooooove, WAKE UP!!!!!!

T: (y/n/n), I need you!!!!!!! 😭

T: Come overrrrrr 🥺

T: this is verrrrry important (y/n/n), n I need ur help ASAP xxx

T: (Y/N)!!!! ANSWER ME THIS IS URGENT 😰😰😭😭🥺🥺

“Oh my gosh,” you let out a loud laugh as you scroll through the extensive, dramatic messages left by Tom.

Some say it was crazy how you met Tom. You had just moved to London after your job had you transfer to run their UK division from your cozy, well-known New York office. You were so excited for the opportunity for change, even though you loved your NY team. You were desperate for a change of pace, so it was only natural for you to say yes to the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Not too long after you moved, you were checking out the scene that engulfed your new apartment, and had stumbled on a cute & quaint coffee shop. You walked in, and was in the middle of picking up your coffee when you felt a stiff, dark figure bump into your left shoulder, causing the coffee to spill everywhere.

You let out a small gasp as the scalding cup of coffee landed on the sleeve of your grey sweater. How in the hell does this happen to me? You were about to curse out the person who bumped you when you looked up and saw what was the most beautiful boy you had ever seen.

He was dressed in all black, with the collar of his pea coat cuffed up to cover his neck from the London cold. He definitely looked to be about your age, maybe a bit younger if anything. He had the most gorgeous head of dark brown curls, and they looked so glossy and soft under the warm lights of the dim cafe. His dark brown eyes were wide with fear (probably because of the scowl you were sporting) and embarrassment, but still there was a glimmer of something else you couldn’t make out. His chiseled face was flushing a deep red, and his mouth was hung wide open.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry, love. I wasn’t paying attention and didn’t see you there and-“

“No, no, it’s okay,” you sighed, feeling the creases of your forehead lift at the sight of the boy in front of you. “It was an accident, it’s all good.”

“Oh, good,” the boy relaxed, “because I thought you were gonna full-on beat me up.”

Your ears perked at his charming British accent, something you still hadn’t gotten used to after being in the UK for about a week at that point. “Oh my goodness, I am so sorry. It’s not usually a good thing when someone does what you did where I’m from, guess it was a quick reaction.”

“It’s okay, darling,” the boy smiled. “Where I’m from, it’s usually a cause for conversation with a pretty girl.”

“Hmm, is that so?” You felt your cheeks get hot at his comment and tried to flush it down by feigning confidence. “Well that’s a funny way to get someone’s attention. Guess that’s how it is over here, innit?”

“Yeah, it’s an unusual way, but it works quite often for me,” the boy winked at you as you felt the heat return to your face. “I’m Tom, by the way.”

“Hi Tom, I’m (y/n),” you replied, sticking out your hand to reach Tom’s already outstretched hand.

After that initial conversation, the two of you sat down in that coffee shop and talked for hours, getting to know one another. You found out he was an actor, and that he had just left New York after filming the new Spider-Man movie, and he found out you were from New York and the reason for your move.

Ever since that day, the two of you were inseparable. Even Tom’s friends and family would comment at how he always seemed to be by your side, but it never traveled over that line. That invisible line between friends and lovers, despite the fact that it felt like you two were always dancing around that line.

You were pulled out of your thoughts at your phone dinging, signaling another text coming through. However, it was not Tom that was ringing you this time, but Harrison, Tom’s best friend who was also yours.

Haz: dude, if you don’t get your 🍑 over here ASAP, tommo’s gonna combust 🙃

You: lmao, I’m coming!!!! Tell the div to chill and I’ll be by within the hour 💃🏽

You type away, and went to your contacts and searched for Tom’s number, hitting the call button as you peeled yourself out of bed to grab some caffeine.

“You know, a simple reply would have been really great, (y/n). Almost gave me a heart attack,” Tom’s dramatic voice filled your kitchen after not even one ring.

“Well good morning to you, too. Tommy, you know Saturday’s are my days to sleep in. Not everyone has the requirement to wake up at ungodly hours on weekends to exercise,” you chuckled. Sometimes, being friends with an actor can be so... dramatic.

“It’s a part of the job, darling. This is my line of work,” Tom replied, and you could hear the sarcasm dripping in his voice.

“Sorry your line of work sucks,” you snorted as the beeping of your coffee maker sounded, signaling the end of the brewing.

“(Y/n), are you seriously still drinking coffee? We have to change that - you’re a Londoner now!” Tom shouted.

“No way, Tommy. I’m a New Yorker through and through, and there is no way I’m gonna have tea before coffee. Once a New Yorker-“

“Always a New Yorker. I know,” Tom interrupted, causing both of you to laugh. “So, darling, when are you popping on over?”

“Soon. I still have to get presentable, you know. Can’t come over in my pj’s,” you speak while taking a big gulp of the sweet caffeine in your favorite mug. It was a mug Tom and Harrison had given you for Christmas, and it had a picture of the New York City skyline covering the entirety of the mug. They gave it to you because it was the first Christmas you were not able to go home, so the two of them, Tom’s brothers Sam & Harry, and you guys’ other best friend, Tuwaine, brought Christmas in New York to you. Tom had organized the whole thing, and it made your heart swell.

There were so many moments in you guys’ friendship that twisted your heart in ways that should have killed you in the best way. But that day was the day everything changed for you. The way the day was planned, down to the gift that he and Harrison (but mainly Tom, because Harrison sometimes has a tendency of forgetting things) had gotten you, made you realize you were falling for your best friend.

It was hard not to - Tom is gorgeous. Like the kind of gorgeous that could take your breath away. And what made it even better is his sweet heart. He loved people with his whole heart, and he always made sure everyone who was around him was well taken care of. Despite his movie-star status, he still remained humble, which was so admirable to you.

“(Y/n/n), you could come over in a garbage bag and it would still be acceptable in my house,” Tom giggled, interrupting your thoughts.

“Oh hush, you. Okay, lemme get ready and I’ll be there in 30!”

“Okay, darling! See you soon!”

With that, you hung up and padded over to your room. You opened the sliding doors of your closet, sifting through the cozy linens and sweaters lined up in color order. London was a lot colder than New York during the fall, which you appreciated, but sometimes it got hard finding an outfit to fit this chilly weather. So you went with your go-to.

Working in the city taught you a lot about fashion, especially working with a fashion magazine. You were always up-to-date on trends because of it, and being editor-in-chief, it was necessary. Most people would go for a full-on sweatsuit with old sneakers, but your mind was trained to always look put-together, even when you were being “bummy”.

You pulled out your black jogger sweatpants and a long-sleeved, white, cropped graphic tee with an artsy-looking face on it, and your undergarments. You threw it on, and fast-walked to your bathroom, where you washed your face and brushed your teeth. Afterwards, you put on a little bit of concealer, blush, mascara, and eyebrows, and ruffled your hair out of its bun. You didn’t care to style it because it was your day off, and you were just going to hang out with your best friends, so it was highly unnecessary. Also, you were having a pretty decent hair day, so you just went with it.

Before leaving, you grabbed your black and white-speckled pea coat and slid on some pointed black flats. You took your keys and purse, and before opening the door, you grabbed your phone and headed out the door.

Fifteen minutes later, you pulled up to Tom and Harrison’s apartment and hit their buzzer four times. You hear the lock click, and you quickly walked into the warm building.

You could hear the chatter of multiple boys behind the door of their apartment before opening it. Tom and Harrison always knew to leave the door unlocked when you came over, mainly because of laziness, but it was definitely more of a comfortability, which you didn’t understand.

“You know, boys, having your door unlocked is super dangerous. I could’ve been a murderer for all you know,” you shouted as you stepped into the cozy modern apartment.

“(Y/n), we know it’s you. You have such a unique buzzer, so we always know,” Harrison rolled his eyes as he walked over to give you a hug.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Where’s the fussy boy at?” You replied as you were taking off your coat.

“Over here!” Tom perked up from behind the massive dark grey couch. His wet, post-shower curls bounced up from over the cushions, his face painted with a huge grin.

“What are y’all doing?” You asked as you made your way over to sit by Tom on the couch. While walking over, you saw the heads of more familiar sets of brown curly hair turn to face you.

“We’re looking to see where we all wanna go next on holiday, (y/n/n)!” Sam, one of the twins grinned.

“Yeah, we’re going on holidayyyyy!” Harry, the other twin, perked up, his grin reaching the freckles that lined his cheeks.

“No way! Is this what you were bugging me about, Holland?” You bump Tom in the shoulder as you sat down.

“Yes! I told you it was urgent! We need help finding a place,” Tom replied, tugging your arm in fake desperation.

“Okay, okay. Let’s look and see what we can find,” you sighed, eyes lighting up in playfulness at his response.

You took out your phone and began searching. It felt like forever, because there were so many different places you guys looked at. And it seemed like everyone was saying “no” to everyone’s ideas.

Twenty minutes later, your landed on a page talking about this island in the states that you had never heard of. The header of the article read, DMITRI ISLAND: THE BEST DESTINATION YOU NEVER HEARD OF. You figured, hmm, this could be worth a shot. You skimmed the article quickly, and as you were reading it, you knew in your heart this was it.

“Hey, have y’all heard about this? There’s this island that’s off the coastline where there’s only a population of 110 people, and there’s all this historic stuff about it and the only mode of transportation is golf carts,” you said, scrolling through the beautiful photos of the island you found on google.

“No I don’t think I have. What does it look like?” Tom asked, leaning over your shoulder as you scroll through. He rested his cheek on your shoulder while his curious brown eyes scanned the screen, causing a faint blush creep onto your face.

“Guys, we’re supposed to be looking for vacation spots, not desolate islands,” Harrison groaned into his phone, giving your right arm a little shove.

“Oh come on, Haz, this is a vacation spot! There’s multiple accesses to the beach, a live lounge where music plays all throughout the weekend, a tequila distillery, and a massive golf course in one of the hotels that are there,” you laugh, returning the shove into his left arm while wiggling your eyebrows.

“A golf course?! Mate, we’re definitely going. (Y/n), book the ferry tickets!” Harry perked up from his current binge of Stranger Things on the enormous SmartTV to jump out of his seat, shaking Harrison’s right shoulder in agreement.

You had to laugh to yourself at your friends. They were all so different, and such dorks, you just couldn’t help but admire their banter and energy. “Alright, y’all, the ferry tickets are booked. Vacation, here we come!”

A chorus of shouts and cheers erupted in the expansive living room of the boys’ apartment as the excitement and promise of a relaxing vacation starts to become a reality.

You know the boys needed this vacation, especially Tom. They all have been working so hard to get their careers on the path that they desire, and Tom has his fair share of craziness this past year. With Far From Home, Endgame, the press tours, and his other projects that were coming up, you knew he was exhausted beyond belief. He wouldn’t admit it to himself, but he desperately needed a break from reality. And that’s what you vowed you would do - get him and the boys a chance to breathe without people constantly bombarding them with questions, invading their personal life.

You were determined to make this vacation worthwhile, and as you looked down at Tom, you saw a new glow lit deep within him. His smile was practically taking up his entire face, he had a small flush of pink on the apples of his cheeks, and a glint of excitement in his deep brown eyes.

And it was a glow you wanted to continue seeing in him.

A glow you wanted to be the reason for.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland blurb

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solarishashernoseinabook · 5 years

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New Drarry Fic!

That’s right, I finally posted my fic! Find it here or read below the cut!

(btw sorry if I’ve over-tagged things - this is my first fic posted to AO3 or Tumblr so be gentle!)

Title: Harry Potter’s Robes for All Occasions

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley, Fleur Delacour/Bill Weasley, Arthur Weasley/Molly Weasley, Angelina Johnson/George Weasley

Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Scorpius Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Rose Weasley, Hugo Weasley, Teddy Lupin, Andromeda Black Tonks, Arthur Weasley, Molly Weasley, George Weasley, Angelina Johnson, Fred Weasley II, Bill Weasley, Fleur Delacour, Victoire Weasley, Dominique Weasley, Viktor Krum, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Charlie Weasley, Madame Malkin

Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Fluff, Domestic Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Established Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Parents Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Married Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Minor Arthur Weasley/Molly Weasley, Minor Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley, Minor George Weasley/Angelina Johnson, Minor Fleur Delacour/Bill Weasley, Knitting, Auror Harry Potter Language: English Stats: Published:2019-07-25 Words: 1928 Chapters: 1/1

It started with a gift for Scorpius.

Actually, it had started with Draco’s violet dress robes. Draco had always stuck to black or green robes, but Harry had noticed Draco’s eyes were brought out particularly well by violet when they were having their fifth anniversary dinner at Madam Puddifoot’s, which had set purple flowers on the table. The next day he bought Draco a pair of dress robes in the same colour, and though Draco had protested furiously that they weren’t his thing, he wore them without hesitation to the Yuletide Ministry Ball.

Harry remembered coming home to Scorpius that night, fighting to stay awake to greet them despite Narcissa’s attempts to get him to bed. He remembered Scorpius’s final burst of energy to run to them, how he threw himself on Draco, and fell asleep as soon as Draco picked him up. He also remembered what had happened the next morning.

‘Papa,’ Scorpius said, chewing on a bit of egg, ‘Daddy wore purple last night.’

‘Yes, he did,’ Harry said.

‘I never saw Daddy in purple before!’

Harry grinned. ‘Me neither. But he liked the purple robes, so I’m happy.’

‘I want purple robes!’ Scorpius said, and Harry promised to get him some.

It turned out to be very difficult. It was the norm for wizarding children to wear Muggle clothes until they reached Hogwarts, and Harry could find nothing for Scorpius’s size in the colour he wanted. As a last resort, feeling rather embarrassed, he went to The Burrow, where Mrs Weasley was knitting wool boots for her newest grandchild. She set her knitting aside when Harry came in and hugged him tightly. ‘Harry dear, what do you need?’

‘I…’ Harry swallowed. ‘I need to learn how to knit.’

Harry worked on the robes whenever Scorpius wasn’t watching. This often meant staying up late – for Scorpius was always the first one awake – or working on it at Auror Headquarters, a pair of enchanted knitting needles clicking away as he moved through the endless paperwork, his coworkers snickering behind their teetering stacks of reports and forms.

And then, finally, it was ready.

Scorpius’s birthday dawned with a clear sky and bright sun sparkling off freshly-fallen snow. Harry didn’t have time to take it in, because before the alarm clock by his bedside could go off Scorpius jumped onto the bed, still in his pyjamas and his blond hair sticking up in every direction. ‘Papa! Daddy! Wake up!’

‘We’re awake,’ Draco grumbled, pulling a pillow over his eyes. ‘It’s too early, Scorp. You can go back to sleep.’

Harry put on his glasses and looked at the clock through bleary eyes. ‘It’s 8 am.’

‘Quiet, Potter,’ Draco grumbled.

‘You’re only saying that because I’m right, Potter-Malfoy,’ Harry said with a grin. Draco slapped at him blindly from under the pillow, landing a glancing blow on his arm.

‘C’mon, c’mon, it’s my birthday!’ Scorpius said. ‘You gotta get up!’

‘And it’ll still be your birthday in ten minutes, so you can wait,’ Harry said, but he swung his legs off the bed anyway and reached for his robes, and though he grumbled, Draco got up as well and took Scorpius to get him dressed. Harry could hear Scorpius’s chatter even as he went to the kitchen and poured pancake mix into a bowl.

Teddy was the first guest to arrive when the party started, jumping out of the fireplace ahead of his grandmother, and moments later the fireplace lit up again as Ron, Hermione, Rose, and Hugo appeared. Mr and Mrs Weasley, George, Angelina, and Fred Jr came through the door and nearly ran into Ginny and Luna, who apparated in front of them. Bill arrived last with Victoire, apologising for his lateness and explaining that baby Dominique had kept Fleur up all night.

Scorpius greeted them all and was happy to play with them, but his eyes kept straying to the pile of gifts in front of the couch, and he kept craning his neck during lunch and while having cake to see them. As soon as Draco cleared away the dishes Scorpius jumped out of his seat and ran to the gifts, the other kids scrambling behind him.

Only when Scorpius was surrounded by a pile of wrapping paper and toys did Harry pull out the gift he had made and hand it over, and Scorpius tore the paper off in excitement. He pulled out the folded robes, which tumbled open. ‘Purple robes!’

Harry grinned. ‘Yeah. Want me to help you put them on?’

Scorpius nodded excitedly and Harry helped put them over his clothes. They weren’t up to the standard of Mrs Weasley's sweaters, even with her diligent teaching, but the spells she had taught him made it look even all over and had minimised the dropped stitches. The robes fit over Scorpius’s clothes like his school robes would one day, and the thick, violet wool had been waterproofed so it would keep him warm even in snow. As soon as it was on him he ran to the hall mirror and looked at himself.

Harry's breath was tight in his chest.

Scorpius ran back in and his face split into a radiant smile. ‘I look like Daddy!’

Harry’s tension released all at once and he gave Scorpius a grin. Scorpius hugged him, then ran to Draco and jumped into his lap, already talking a mile a minute about their matching robes. Draco put his arm around him and smiled, but Harry caught Draco glancing up at him every so often.

The kids ran out to play in the snow, Scorpius wearing his new robes and some mittens courtesy of Mrs Weasley, and Draco made tea for the adults. They exchanged gratitude and pleasantries as the tea was handed out, and then came a few moments of silence until they spoke again.

‘The robes turned out very nice, Harry, dear,’ Mrs Weasley said.

‘Yeah, did you make those yourself?’ Ginny said.

Harry blushed. ‘Yeah, I did.’

‘They look cozy,’ Ginny said.

‘If you put corks near it while you knit, it’ll keep away the nargles,’ Luna said.

‘Er, right,’ Harry said.

‘Victoire was really admiring it,’ Bill said. ‘She’s going to be jealous when she gets home.’

‘Teddy was asking me if he could have one,’ Andromeda said with a grin.

‘Well if Teddy wants one Victoire definitely will.’ Bill grinned.

‘But, er…’ Harry said.

‘You should make them,’ Luna said.

‘I’ve still got my spare knitting needles from Hogwarts,’ Hermione said.

Harry looked over the grinning faces of his extended family. After a moment he grinned as well. ‘Okay, okay. Just give me a bit to get all the wool I’ll need.’

Even with five pairs of knitting needles working constantly, Harry found it took a while to get all the new robes finished. Mrs Weasley gave him additional tutoring on his spells, but he still found himself wondering how she managed to knit sweaters for over a dozen people every year. Eventually he had the knitting needles clicking after him wherever he went, their constant noise becoming a background rhythm for his daily life. He noticed himself humming to the tune of them, or timing his tasks based on the clicks of the needles, and noticing when things took too long or too slow based on that.

It was very strange when he was finally done.

A few months later, Harry got an owl from a witch living near Shell Cottage. She didn’t have kids, but she’d seen Victoire wearing her wool robes and thought they looked quite nice, and could she have some in pink? She included her measurements and had used some pink ink to indicate the exact colour she wanted, and on a separate sheet had included the number of her Gringott’s account so he could take payment.

When Draco came in, Harry was already knitting. He looked in. ‘What are you doing?’

‘Someone else wants some robes,’ Harry said, using magic to fix some wonky stitching.

‘Who?’

‘Uh…’ Harry checked the letter. ‘Doris Deggle.’

‘You’re making robes for strangers now?’

Harry shrugged. ‘She’s paying.’

Draco looked at him a moment longer, then went off.

Two weeks after Doris Deggle got her robes, three more people sent owls asking for robes of their own. Four days later Harry got six more requests for robes. A month later Madame Malkin came to Grimmauld Place to personally ask him to sell his robes in her shop, sharing the profits. Harry protested that they were getting into spring and it would soon be too warm to wear wool robes, but Madame Malkin brushed his objections away. ‘They’ll be all the rage, Mr Potter,’ she said. ‘Especially for northern communities. And having the year to make them will give you time to make enough to meet demand.’

Harry was quiet for a long time. He thought of Scorpius, who still ran around outside in his wool robes, and he thought of Draco, who Scorpius had convinced to put on his dress robes so they would match when they went to Dominique’s first birthday. ‘I’ll think about it,’ he said slowly, and when Madame Malkin was gone he picked up his needles.

Spring was finally upon them and all Scorpius would talk about was their upcoming holiday. Viktor Krum had invited everyone to Bulgaria where he lived in a wizarding town in the mountains, and they were set to leave in under a week.

‘D’ya think Uncle Viktor can teach me Quidditch?’ Scorpius asked.

‘Scorp, I taught you Quidditch. Daddy taught you Quidditch. Auntie Ginny taught you Quidditch. So did Uncle George, Aunt Angelina, Uncle Charlie and Uncle Ron. You already know Quidditch.’

‘But Uncle Viktor’s famous!’

‘So’s Auntie Ginny.’

‘But I don’t see Uncle Viktor very much!’

Harry sighed, but he was hiding a grin. ‘Yes, I’m sure he’ll teach you Quidditch. Now pack warm clothes, it’s still winter in Bulgaria.’

‘I’m gonna pack my robes!’ Scorpius said, darting off and nearly running into Draco, who was coming in. ‘Excited, isn’t he?’

Harry grinned. ‘Uncle Viktor’s gonna teach him about Quidditch.’

A small smirk curled on Draco’s lips. ‘That kid’s gonna be the best Quidditch player on the planet when this family’s done with him.’

Harry laughed. ‘The rest of the family tutored him, but he got the talent from me.’

‘Pratt.’ Draco swatted him and turned away. He went to the wardrobe and started pulling clothes out of it. ‘Malkin floo’d earlier, by the way. She wants to know if you’ve made a decision.’

‘Actually, I have.’

When he didn’t go on, Draco turned to him. Harry was holding a plain package wrapped in brown paper. ‘I’ve decided to make robes,’ Harry said. ‘Sort of. I’m not going to quit being an auror. But the robes make people happy. All I really have to do is supervise, anyway. Mrs Weasley said she’d help, and Fleur. And if I get more people on board it won’t be a problem. I can do both.’

Draco smirked again. ‘Still playing the hero, Harry,’ he said softly. ‘Always wanting to make everyone happy.’

‘That’s right. Including my husband.’ Harry handed the package to him.

Draco took it and unwrapped it, and his eyes widened. He picked up a set of knitted robes in Slytherin green. His eyes flickered up to meet Harry’s. ‘You’ve been admiring Scorp’s robes for months,’ Harry said softly. ‘And I decided if I was going to make robes for everyone, I’d start with my family first.’

Draco dropped the robes and pulled Harry into a kiss.

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🌟 because I don't know what you would choose!

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SEE I DIDN’T FORGET MAGGIE, I JUST HAD TO THINK.

For me, since I’ve done a LOT of adapting in my fic writing (even Own the Scars was adapted from my own screenplay), it’s the moments where I finally start making the story my own/veer from original canon that . stand out to me, because it’s where it finally becomes MY story, if that makes any sense.

For Let Our Hearts Collide, it was the Payne Family Christmas Celebration.

When I was outlining the fic, one thing that made me nuts (and has always made me nuts about While You Were Sleeping) is that in the movie, the family does their late Christmas WITHOUT JACK? It just never made sense to me, especially when Jack became Louis and not only was it Christmas, but Louis’ birthday. I kept being all “WHY ISN’T LOUIS THERE? WHY?” and then Maggie was just like “Bitch, just have him be there. Fuck canon.”

Oh. Right! Fuck canon.

Chapter three had already taken a turn with Harry and Niall’s conversation on the stoop, which just became SOMETHING I wasn’t even expecting as they bonded over shared grief. So I really wanted it to be a contrast to that convo, to have everything about that Christmas be warm and lovely and exactly WHY Harry chooses to continue the charade, because he falls in love with the FAMILY. And then Lottie posted that pic of all the siblings in their matching Christmas pajamas and it was just like...there it is. Of COURSE this fic family would have an ugly Christmas pajama tradition. While I love all the stuff with Louis in this chapter, I think what I am proudest of is how Harry bonds with Jay because again, it informs every choice Harry makes from there on.

“This one’s for Harry,” Fizzy says, nudging Harry with a flat square box, brightly wrapped in gold paper. “From Santa.”

Harry’s eyes go wide as he takes the box from Fizzy, touched beyond measure. He finds Jay’s eyes across the room and she winks at him, her appley cheeks rosy from both wine and excitement. He hugs the gift to his chest, almost wanting to not even open it, just wanting to savor this moment and this feeling for all time.

“Go on, dear,” Jay says kindly. “I, for one, am dying to see what Santa got you.”

Harry grins, running his fingers along the edge of the box. He finds one of the pieces of scotch tape holding the paper in place and carefully pulls it off, wanting to take his time.

“Harry, come on,” Ernie exclaims, ripping another one of his gifts open. “You do it like this!”

“He can do it how he wants, Ern,” Lottie chides, smiling over at Harry as she unwraps what appears to be some sort of straightening iron.

“That’s right,” Harry grins, meticulously unwrapping his present and setting the paper aside, finally revealing a white garment box from Macy’s.

Harry feels like his heart might burst thinking of Jay braving the day-after-Christmas crowd at Macy’s, just so she could get him a present so that he would feel more included.

He gasps as he pulls the top off and unfolds the tissue paper, gazing down at the soft-looking cable-knit lavender sweater nestled within the box. Harry unfolds the sweater, shaking it out gently before pressing it against his chest, gauging the size. Unlike his Christmas pajamas, this sweater looks like it will fit him perfectly, slightly oversized and cozy, just how he likes them.

“That’s a good color for you,” Jay says proudly. “I must say that Santa has excellent taste.”

“He does,” Harry says softly, smoothing his hand down the soft wool of his new sweater. “Thank you so much.”

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iamthebx-blog · 5 years

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His Sweat Creature.

An AU where Harry happens to be a ghost and Y/N is just a normal human who fell six feet under in his love.

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A deep breath was sucked harshly in her weak lungs as she jumped in a setting position, cold droplets of sweat was dripping all over her tanned skin , she was shivering like a leaf. Her wide eyes moved around the dark room frantically , her breath escalated as her eyes took in the empty room.

A harsh sob ribbed her vocal cords and broke the terrifying silence in the room.

‘ He was here’ She whispered in disbelief her eyes never stopped examining every corner of the room. The pale light of the moon was cutting the darkness of the room like a knife deep down in flesh. The coldness of the wind coming throw the opened-window made her shudder even more.

Her weak arms wrapped tightly around her flat stomach. The tears were running like rivers down her face. A loud cough erupted from her chapped parted lips. She was getting ill , not eating for more than 2 days barely drinking some water made it even worth. she was weak , so weak.

‘’ Where are you? ‘’ She whispered more to herself, rocking herself back and forth like a mother rocking her baby to sleep.

He isn’t here, He isn’t here. She kept repeating the same sentence under her breath , not even able to pronounce the words correctly due to her clattering teeth.

A loud sob made its way past her weak lungs, her sobbing getting louder and echoing in the empty house. She kept shaking her head violently refusing to believe that it was just her mind playing tracks on her.

She can still feel his warm hands running through her hair. His breath hitting her lips. ‘He was here’ Her consciousness kept yelling back at her , her hands ran up to her head holding it tightly as she screamed so loud that her throat kept burning throwing her into a fit of terrible coughs until her face turned red.

The harsh sound of the window being closed made her head whip quickly to look at the window. Her tears increased we saw no one in her sight.

‘ I know you are here’ she whispered loudly enough for whoever she is talking to to hear her. Her now red eyes moved around the room scanning it carefully , ready to spot any dark silhouette.

‘ Harry’ she hiccuped , multiple sobs racked through her body . she drew up her legs holing them against her chest , As she leaned her head on her propped up knees , her body started shivering uncontrollably.

Then she felt it.

The warmth of his hands through her hair, spread through her whole body. At first she thought she might be hallucinating again but then another arm was dripped around her waist.

‘ shh ‘ His breath hit the shell of her air making her shudder at the warmth of it. She whipped her head quickly to her side to make sure she’s not gone mad yet.

His sparkly emerald green eyes was the first to block her eyes from anything else. A weird but at the same time familiar kind of warmth spread across her cold chest.

Her eyes moved frantically all over his feature trying to believe that he is actually here. His lips were dark shade of pink making his pale skin even more paler. A warm smile was plastered on his features making a loud exhausted sigh leave her parted almost-blue lips.

She didn’t even realise she was still crying till she felt his hand cradling her face as his thumb started wiping every tear on her face. He leaned his forehead against hers whispering quietly to her ‘ It’s okay , I am here. I will take care of you’ and ‘ I am not going anywhere ,love’

Cradling her face with both hand, a frown was etched on his beautiful feature as he took in her state. ‘ Your turning blue’ He growled angrily mostly at himself. He got up quickly from the bed which made her scream ‘ NO’ as she clutched his hand tightly shaking her head violently refusing to let go.

She thought he’s leaving again.

His features softened when he saw her lower lip trembling ‘ Please’ She whispered as tears started streaming down her face. ‘ Baby’ he whispered sitting back on the bed and hugging her tightly against his board chest. ‘ I am not leaving ‘ He said quietly into her ears as her back trying to comfort her.

‘ You just need more clothes and blankets you are getting ill ‘ He said in a very low voice. Then titled his head down to look at her, she looked up at him with tears-stained face. His hand went automatically to wipe at her face, then he planted a kiss on her cold very cold nose.

‘ I am gonna get up and get you clothes okay? ‘ He said , her small hands grabbed his sweater tightly. ‘ I won’t leave’ he said reassuringly , ‘ not anymore , promise’ He said planting another kiss on her forehead.

She nodded weakly and let go of his sweater. He got up carefully taking his hands away from her , before using his supernatural ability to walk fast to collect the clothes and the blankets from the closet in the corner of the room. In almost 5 minutes he was standing in front of the bed with a handful of clothes and blankets.

‘ Get up , pup . you need to put more clothes on it’s freezing ‘ He said throwing the clothes on the bed as her wrapped his arms around her narrow waist. ‘ You haven’t been eating , are you? ‘ He asked when he put her down on the ground even though he knew the answer from how light she felt while he was lifting her up.

She looked down at her feet avoiding his eyes. ‘ We’ll talk about it when you are warm’ He said with a small huff. He hated himself for being the reason she doesn’t eat like that.

She was only wearing a light t-shirt with small shorts. He shook his head disapprovingly and took a cozy sweater from the pile of clothes on the bed. It was like an oversized sweater on her even though he remembers that it used to fit her perfectly which proved how skinny she’s gotten during those months. ‘ Here ‘ He said helping her to get in the sweatpants which were once his. He grinned at the thought of her claiming all of his stuff and even him as hers.

He took another sweatshirt from the bed and wrapped it around her body. ‘ You still have to wear a beanie, your ears are so cold’ He said strictly when she was about to hug him. He took off his black beanie putting it on her head and tucked stray strands of her hair in.

A proud smile made its way on his face when he took in her current state. The color was starting to return to her face and her lips were now pale pink. ‘ C’mere’ He said and a sec passed then she is in his arms hugging him so tightly trying to hid herself from the cruel world . He wrapped his long arms around her so tight that he was almost suffocating her, he wanted to hide her in his ribcage . He kept rubbing her back gently and whispering sweet nothing to her ear which calmed her ragged breath down.

‘’ Wanna cuddle on the bed? ‘’ He whispered quietly to hear like he was afraid to break her shell. She looked up at him , her eyes were swollen red from crying too much , her nose was redder but in his eyes she was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

‘’ Baby ‘’ He whispered cradling her face in his big warm hands, His hands wiped her face clean of any remaining of tears or snots. A huge smile made its way on his features when he got her staring at him.

‘’ Come on ‘’ He said and pecked her red nose, which made her smile for the first time in a very very long time. Seconds , minutes passed and Harry is still standing admiring her beauty. His minds was reeling of angry thoughts at himself for agreeing to leave his sweet creature alone.

A small tug at his shirt snapped him out of his spell, ‘’ Let’s cuddle ‘’ Her weak small voice made his heart hurt at how fragile his creature is. He is the reason why she is like this right now, if he hadn’t left none of this would’ve happened.

He nodded and sent her a small but very warm smile, then in a blink of an eye he was carrying her in his strong arms. A loud squeak left her small lips , even after all of this time together she still isn’t used to his sudden acts.

‘’ You’ll never stop doing this , won’t you? ‘’ She giggled , wrapping her legs around his waist . His hands were grabbing tightly at her tightly making sure she won’t fall and he grinned widely upon hearing her giggle. He missed it so much.

He shook his head and threw himself back on the bed making her laugh loudly this time, His long tattooed arms were cuffing her to his body and his grin never left his face . He was so happy she is smiling and laughing again.

‘’ I love you ‘’ She whispered into his neck , out of no where he could feel her heart beating so fast out of her chest from where their chests were pressed tightly together. And his heart were just in the same state.

It’s not like he’s never heard her say it before. But something about her saying those three meaningful words to him makes him feel so happy and worthy, every time is like she’s saying it for the first time.

He looked down to see her small figure swallowed between in big arms, Even though she was on the top of him she looked so small with her head hidden in the space between his neck and shoulder.

He looked back at the ceiling , rubbing her back gently ‘’ I love you so much more ‘’ He said kissing her head. He felt a wet kiss on his collarbone and her small hands tightening their grip on his shirt.

A couple of minutes passed by and they were still in the same comfortable , soothing position . Neither one of them was asleep but they loved being tangled up in each other’s embrace like that, feeling the other’s heart beat and warm embrace is everything to them.

‘’ Don’t leave me again ‘’ Her small voice broke the silence, she whispered the words being so careful not to pop up their bubble. She could feel his body tensing at this , so she looked up making sure to make eye-contact with the green-eyed man whom she fell in love with so deeply along while ago. And still falls in love with him even more everyday.

His emerald green eyes with brimmed with tears making the irises look very bright in the dim light of the moon, he let out a trembled breath but she quick to cradle his face with her small hands wiping the tears before they even fall.

‘’ It wasn’t my choice ‘’ He spoke quietly his eyes refusing to look at hers, She didn’t like the state he was in . Her anger which was once directed at Harry ,is now directed at that evil creature of a master but in huge amounts.

How can he possibly think it’s okay to force her ghost to stay away from her?

She shook her head , focusing her full attention at her lover whose tears were now streaming down his crystal white face wetting her cold finger tips. ‘’ I am sorry ‘’ He whispered still refusing to make eye-contact with her.

She shook her head violently , ‘’ No no no ‘’ she said wiping his tears. ‘’ Baby , Don’t cry please ‘’ She said quietly and rested her forehead against his, ‘’ Look at me ‘’ She whispered and this time he did. His eyes were full of sadness and hurt, it was like he’s hurt for hurting her by his departure.

‘’ I am sorry ‘’ He whispered , his eyes full of apologies for making her go through shitty time when he left her.

‘’ I love you ‘’ She said while her eyes poured love and admiration into his sad ones, ‘’ You are here ‘’ She said quietly kissing the tip of his nose and wiping the remaining of tears from his face. ‘’ And I love you , Okay? ‘’ She continued to sooth him , He nodded and his state returned to normal again.

It is fascinating how he can be the one who calms her down and takes care of her when she’s weak and sad yet he can be the weak one in her embrace and she is the one who takes care of him.

It was times like this when he leaves her against his will that makes him so weak, hurt and devastated. It’s like they find strength in each other.

A minute passed and they were still staring at each other , their eyes locked and their foreheads were the same. It is like their eyes are speaking for them .However, Harry was the one to break the comfortable silence.

‘’ I love you so much ‘’ He whispered and it is filled with too much passion and love that can last forever. A smile stretched on her soft features upon hearing those words leave his dark pink lips. Her eyes sparked with love as she whispered back ‘’ Me too ‘’

He smiled up at her , His eyes then moved down to her small pink lips. He leaned up towards her, eyes never leaving her lips. He was about to stretch his neck father up but he didn’t have to because her lips were on his in seconds.

Both of them inhaled sharply at the contact, It’s have been months since they last kissed and now when they finally are kissing , they just can’t get enough.

The kiss started slow ,so slow it is like they are trying to memorize each other’s mouth, full of love , fear and longing. They kept kissing slowly but Y/N was the first to pull out to breathe. Harry’s hand went up to crease her soft cheek outlining her lower lip with the tip of his thumb. And in a blink of an eye she was under him.

His eyes now turned a very dark shade of green, his pupils blown wide and his lips dark very dark shade of pink. He didn’t waste anytime though and in a second his lips were back on hers. This time it was slow anymore , he was kissing her like his life depends on it, like he needs her lips to breathe.

His strong body was pinning her small one to the matters, He licked her bottom lip asking for permission which she gave him in a heart beat. He took the chance to explore every inch of her mouth with his tongue, A moan came from the back of her throat when he rubbed at the roof of her mouth with his tongue.

Her hands went up to his curls tugging harshly at them as he started sucking her bottom lip. A groan escaped his lips at the contact and he started grinding against her. One of his hands travelled down her body and started to rub her thigh resulting into her whimpering , as his other hand cradled her warm pink cheek. ‘’ I missed you so much ‘’ He whispered leaving kissed down her neck. ‘’ So much ‘’ He said and started sucking on the soft skin below her ear, his hot breath hitting her ear making her shiver.

‘’ I missed..AH.. you too ‘’ She moaned and her back arched as he grinded his hips roughly against hers. He pulled back from her neck and she took it as a chance to yank roughly at his curls bringing his lips back on hers.

The room was filled with their moans and the sound of them kissing, the bed squeaking loudly as they grinned against each other. The sound of the rain against the window added a very romantic atmosphere to the moment.

‘’ Off , I want them off ‘’ Harry said breathlessly tugging at Y/N’s clothes , He took off his shirt and jeans in a blink of an eye and helped her tugging the sweatpants down her skinny legs. When they were completely naked , Harry quickly pulled the blankets up on both of them so Y/N’s body can still be warm.

‘’ I love you ‘’ He whispered looking deep into her eyes as he held himself up with a hand beside Y/N’s head creasing her cheek with his other hand.

‘’ I love you ‘’ She whispered back , wrapping her arms around his neck . Harry grinned widely at her and she did the same . They were grinning like idiots , their eyes full of love and adoration for one another.

He leaned his forehead against hers, ‘’ Ahh.. you have no idea what I want to do to you right now’’ He whispered quietly his eyes never leaving hers, A shiver ran down her spine. Her fingers yanked at his curls gently ‘’ I am not stopping you ‘’ She whispered hotly against his mouth. And a loud moan escaped his parted lips as he crashed his lips into hers.

And just like that they spent the rest of the night making love and memorizing every inch of each other’s body.

To be continued…

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vanillaflavour81 · 6 years

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@love-joaquin-and-kevin asked me for the following fluffy Joavin prompts:

27. "Are you sure about this?" 40. "Do you need that much candy?" 42. "Here take my sweater." 56. "I did it to protect you." 77. "What happened last night?"

"Movie date with my boyfriend." Kevin thought happily and couldn't stop himself from grinning. He had the house all to himself. His dad and Sierra had gone to a small romantic holiday over the weekend. So Kevin had decided that he deserved a romantic weekend too and had invited Joaquin to stay with him. Kevin had prepared the living room for a movie marathon. Lots of pillows and blankets, more snacks than they could ever eat and all the Harry Potter movies. When Joaquin finally arrived, Kevin pulled him into the house, not wasting any time, kissed him hello and shoved him into the living room. "Look, everything is ready for a super cozy movie marathon. Are you ready?" Joaquin let his gaze wander over the room, and a small smirk was forming on his face. "Wow, Preppy... you know how to do this hmm?" Kevin shrugged and chuckled. Joaquin seemed to be impressed, and it pleased Kevin tremendously. He sat down on the couch and patted the space beside him, "Come here, babe. Let's start." Joaquin sat down and almost knocked over the tray with all their snacks. "Oh, what is this? Um... Do you need that much candy?" "Yes of course! Don't look at me like that, I know that you love candy too." Joaquin raised an eyebrow and nodded. "I love sweet things yes. You are sweet.. sweeter than candy." He leaned closer, and his hand was suddenly on Kevin's thigh and his lips on Kevin's neck, and usually, Kevin would have definitely not complained, but he had worked all day for this movie date... he grabbed Joaquin's hand and put it on the couch next to his thigh. "Hey stop that, first Harry Potter marathon!" "Are you honestly turning me down for Harry Potter?" Joaquin asked him incredulously. "He is the Chosen One, Joaquin!" For a moment Joaquin just stared at him, but then he burst out laughing and slumped down on the couch next to Kevin. "Ok, I won't stand a chance against that." Kevin chuckled and started the first movie. Soon they were cuddled up against each other, looking at the tv screen and snacking on some candy occasionally. After the first movie was over, Kevin got up to get some milk for himself and some coke for Joaquin, all the while smiling. The movie date went exactly how Kevin had imagined it, and he was really happy about it. It was the first time that he got to spend so much time with Joaquin. They had the whole night and most of tomorrow. He was still in thought when he walked back into the living room and over to the couch, and that was probably why he stumbled over one of the pillows, which had fallen to the ground. He caught himself, but the milk and coke spilled over Joaquin. "Oh god! Sorry!" Joaquin's shirt was drenched, he looked up at Kevin with big blue eyes, "Dammit!" But then his features turned into a sly smirk and Kevin knew that he was in trouble Joaquin winked at him and slowly pulled his shirt off and settled back comfortably on the couch, leaning back so Kevin could get a good look at his naked torso. He was still smirking, and Kevin found himself unable to tear his gaze away when Joaquin ran a hand down his chest slowly and winked at him. "Like what you see, Preppy?" Of course he liked it! But Kevin didn't want to give in that easily. There were still so many movies to watch. He sighed and quickly turned around, running up the stairs to his room. He grabbed a sweater and went back downstairs and practically threw the pullover at Joaquin. "Here take my sweater." Joaquin rolled his eyes, but he did as Kevin told him and put the sweater on. Kevin sat down next to him again and started the next movie. It didn't take long until Joaquin leaned against him, resting his head on Kevin's shoulder and Kevin smiled and put an arm around his boyfriend. "You look cute in my sweater." "Hmm I like it, it smells like you." They stayed like that for a long time, comfortably snuggled together on the couch, watching Harry Potter and eating candy. After several hours they both drifted off to sleep, still on the couch. Kevin woke up the next morning blinking sleepily and wondering where he was...this wasn't his room.. why was he in the living room and why was he wearing jeans and a sweater? "What happened last night?" Kevin thought irritatedly for a moment. He sat up and grimaced, his neck ached from lying on the couch for so long. And then he remembered. He had watched Harry Potter with Joaquin, they must have fallen asleep during that. Kevin smiled and stretched. He could hear the coffee machine in the kitchen, Joaquin was making breakfast for them it seemed. The smile on Kevin's face grew even wider. Joaquin took that moment to walk out of the kitchen, and Kevin watched as his boyfriend walked over to the couch with two cups of coffee and a sweet smile on his face. "Good morning, Preppy. A coffee for you.." He handed Kevin his cup and sat down next to him. They were both still a bit tired and so they just sat there in silence and sipped their coffee until Joaquin spoke up: "What do you want to eat? I can make french toast for us if you want." "No stay here, you don't have to make anything. We can just eat some more candy." Kevin looked at the table, where they had left all the candy yesterday...but all the plates were empty. Kevin looked at Joaquin in surprise. "Where is my candy?" "Um... I ate it..." "You did what? But baby, how could you?" "I did it to protect you!" "From what?" "From.. from candy poisoning! Too much candy is bad for you!" Kevin stared at him for a few seconds and then burst out laughing, almost falling off the couch. This was one of the things he loved most about Joaquin. He didn't seem like it, but he was really funny. They decided to really make some french toast and Kevin followed Joaquin into the kitchen and helped him. The rest of the day went by fast. They continued to watch the movies, but this time they didn't really see much because they were too busy making out. It was already pretty late when Joaquin reluctantly pulled away from Kevin.

"I have to go, Preppy. Your dad will be home soon." He smiled at Kevin a bit sadly and got up from the couch. Kevin sat up and watched him for a moment before he made up his mind and blurted out: "Joaquin, please stay! Wait until my dad comes home... I want you to meet him finally." Joaquin turned to look at him with big eyes. "Are you sure about this?"

Kevin could see a range of emotions flicker across his boyfriend's face. Surprise, happiness, doubt... It amazed Kevin at how good he had become at reading Joaquin. He wondered why he had never before realized how much of an open book Joaquin was. He wasn't good at hiding his emotions when it came to Kevin. And Kevin could see how much this meant to Joaquin, could see the wonder in his eyes, that Kevin would suggest introducing Joaquin to his dad. It made Kevin feel like crying, especially the doubt he could see creeping over Joaquin's features. How could Joaquin think that Kevin wanted to hide him, keep him as his dirty little secret... "Of course I am sure!" Kevin said quickly and walked over to his boyfriend and took Joaquin's hand in his, pulling him closer. "I love you, and I want us to be official. I want to have this all the time." He pointed at the living room and their little pillow fortress. "I want to be able to have you here whenever I want, watch movies with you, sit in the kitchen with you and drink coffee, sleep in your arms... I want my dad to know about us. You make me so happy, Joaquin. It isn't ok to hide you. Everybody should know that we are together and how good you are for me."

Joaquin's answering smile was all the confirmation Kevin needed, that this was the right thing to do. His boyfriend looked so genuinely happy. Kevin hugged him close and kissed him again, slow and gentle, and they stayed like that until Kevin's dad returned and learned that his son had a very nice Serpent boyfriend.

Thanks a lot for the prompts! I hope I could make you smile with my little story! ❤

You can find my current Joavin prompt list here. Just send an ask with any combination of numbers. Or send other prompts :) I always love writing about Joaquin and Kevin!

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internettgf69 · 6 years

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Y/N stares too much

I never post my writing anymore bc I feel that it’s not that good... which it’s really not, but I wanted to get your thoughts on this unfinished longgggg thing I wrote, give me some good constructive criticisms.

Y/N knows she shouldn't stare but she does it anyway, she can't help it. She sits in the coffee shop every Thursday afternoon and watches the man with the dimpled smile, and the twinkly green eyes. She sees him a lot, on campus and at the coffee shop, and sometimes in her English class. He seems really sweet from what she observes, he always has a brown leather satchel and a very soft looking sweater on. He always looks cozy.

She tried talking to him once, she really did, but all that came out was "can I borrow a pencil?" but she had a pencil right in front of her. So she kinda looked like a donut for asking. He looks down at her "desk" and says "I think you've already got that covered" and he smiles a very cute eye crinkling smile, and turns back around.

But here she is at the coffee shop behind him in line, with her best friend Niall. Who's been nagging her all month about talking to "the guy with pretty eyes"... as so he calls him.

"C'mon babe, speak up will ya?". "Ni, no he's obviously busy. "Yeah, he seems real busy just standin' waitin' fo his coffee, go onnnn" Niall urges her forward so that she's standing right next to him. Y/N stumbles on her feet and bumps shoulders with him on accident. "Oop, ow I'm sorry" she looks down at her feet rubbing her shoulder.

When she looks up from her feet and finally looks up at him, she steps back a little because wow Y/N has never seen him up close only from her desk and at her go to table at the coffee shop. And his eyes are really green and his lips are that perfect shade of red, like when your done kissing someone for a long time.

"Um, hi I'm uh I'm sorry, I've got wobbly feet" she says looking down at her feet again. "It's alright, but heyyy I've seen you before haven't I?" He says tapping his finger on his chin. Her eyes winded "yes, yeah you have we have English together, and I come here every Thursday, it's close to campus". "Oh yeah that's right you sit behind me, and you asked for a pencil once but you already had one" He says smiling fondly at her.

"Yeah, ha I remember that... I'm Y/N by the way" she says sticking her hand out. "I'm Harry, nice to meet you" he takes her small hand in his. "Wow tiny hands for a tiny human" He grins squeezing her hand. "Black coffee for Harry!" "Ah that's me, nice meeting you Y/N see you in class Monday?" He says grabbing his coffee and heading for the door.

"Yeah sure bye Harry!"

"Now was that so hard? He seems very sweet, and your right he has a beautiful smile" Niall laughs coming up behind her.

Y/N huffs, "shut up"

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Next week rolls around really fast for Y/N and next thing she knows it, it's Monday, and she has to be up and ready for her 6 o'clock class which so happens to be English.

She's running late hasn't even had breakfast or brushed her hair, and she's rolled out of bed, and throws on a pair of leggings, and her favorite fluffy light blue sweater, and her ugly little crocs, and she's out the door with her backpack hanging open and a green juice in her hand.

She's on the way to class when she remembers the paper that was due last night at 12 am and she stops walking and lets out a small whine stomping her foot. Mad and tired she takes a deep breath and checks her phone and sprints to class.

Rushing into the room not even watching her feet, which is a huge mistake on her part because now she's tripped over the steps to her seat and she's face down booty up on the floor spilling her green juice all over her ruining her favorite sweater.

Y/N takes a deep breath because she knows, just knows people are snickering all around her, and if she lets that get to her she'll start to cry and she really doesn't want to cry. But then she hears Harry asking if she's okay and, that just does it she's getting up open backpack in hand and she's crying like full on ugly girl crying.

"I um my drink I'm wearing my freakin' drink on my favorite sweater, and I was late and I'm tired and I didn't finish my English paper on time" She's full on crying now, and she can't stop now.

"Awe poppet, hey calm down yeah?" Harry's by her side now and he's ushering her out of class taking her backpack and picking up her drink, well what's left of it.

Once they get outside he drops their bags on the floor and then he does something that shocks her. He engulfs her in a huge bear hug, stroking her hair a whispering that it's going to be ok and that she's just having a bad day. She pulls away sniffling "I um I'm sorry I got my green juice on your nice comfy sweater"

"It's okay doll, you were just having a bad day but stop apologizing to me will ya?" Harry says tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. Y/N blushes and nods her head.

"What do you say about coming back to mine and grabbing a pizza? I also have some clothes for you to change into". "Oh um-" interrupting he says "I know that you really don't know me but I promises I'm not a crazy killer, and plus I have a really soft sweater with your name on it!”. Laughing she says "I know your not crazy, I was just worried about class".

"Oh you'll be fine it's college they won't call your parents, and you can miss just one day I can even help you finish your paper maybe the professor will let you turn it in even though it's late". "Okay, you had me at a comfy sweater" Y/N chirps grabbing her backpack. "Do you live on campus?" She asks. "No, I don't stopped living on campus when I was a sophomore" he hums. "How about you?" "Yeah, I do but I live in the campus apartments, so no roommates thank god" Y/N says smiling. "Well this is me, here let me get the door for you" he smiled opening his car door for me. "Thank you"

He jogs over the the drivers side and gets in. "So Y/N what year are you in, and what are you majoring?" "I'm a sophomore, so my second year and I'm studying to become a elementary school teacher" she answers fiddling with her phone. "Ah pretty cool" He says drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. "How about you what's year, and what's your major?""This is actually my last year, and I'm a English major" He says. Y/N smiles "wow your last year, did you enjoy college and all it had to other?" "Hm? Did enjoy college? Yes I did but will I do it again? No. but um this is it we're here".

He walked hoped out the car and jogged over to the passengers side and opened up her door once again. Y/N blinked "Oh thank you". "No worries come on, I'm starved and that smoothie looks like it might leave a stain".

Once they get inside Y/N is hit with the great smells of Harry, it's like cinnamon sugar and pine trees. Weird combination but it works, she looks around his place while Harry goes to find her a sweater. Books are everywhere and shelves filled with books. She walks over to the book shelves and runs he hands across them. "I got you this really nice sweater got it in Paris" Harry comes in with a yellow sweater with black sleeves that looks so soft.

She pulls her hand back from the books startled. "oh! Thanks um, did you read all these or are they just for decoration". He hands her over the sweater "I actually almost read all of them but school is getting really busy so no not all of them". "Oh okay, well I'll go change, bathroom?" "Oh yeah it's just around the corner to your left" He says pointing down the hallway. "I'll order the pizza, and when you get back we can work on that paper of yours or we can watch a movie".

"Okay sounds good, I'll be back" once she finds the bathroom she turns the light on and she lets out a yelp, seeing that there's a huge fat orange cat just sitting in the sink. Harry comes in rushing into the bathroom "Y/N?! You okay? Oh ha I see you meet Fat Amy?" "Yeah I guess I did, and oh my god did she scare me" she's clutching her chest and lets out a chuckle.

"So she just sits there?" "Kind of or sometimes likes to cuddle, but sorry about that you can change now". Harry picks up the orange cat and walks out leaving her to change.She takes off her dirty sweater and putting on Harry's, she's engulfed with Harry's scent once again she wraps her arms around herself and just breaths in his scent. "So pizza?" She walks into where harry is sat on the couch going through his phone. "Yeah we can get some what kind do you want?"

#harry styles blurb #harry styles #fluffy #theres a fat cat in this #💜💜

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adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy · 7 years

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Only Angel [h.s.]

A/N: this one shot has been in the works for a while and i finally managed to finish it up :-) i hope you all enjoy it! sorry for any typos! feel free to leave your thoughts by my inbox and happy reading! all the love, andrea 💝

There are a lot of things that Y/N loves in the world– enough to fill up entire pages of a book, possibly. Not a thick book, though– no, more like a short chapter book like the ones she used to read back in first grade.

She adores general things, such as her family and friends, along with more specific things, like her cozy knitted blanket and the new season of Supernatural. And then there were the detailed, intimate things, such as popping her sweaters into the drying machine for a few minutes before slipping them on so that they would be toasty for the road, or petting her two-year-old Burmese cat, Sybil, in the curve right behind his left ear and feeling his deep purring against her thighs.

Then there was Harry, which Y/N tended to file under all three categories. For general, she fancies him for his quirky sense of humor and lovingly idiotic personality. For specific, she’d state that she loves the size of his hands because they were huge– big enough that one of his could easily hold both of her wrists together. And for intimate, Y/N has always been fascinated by Harry’s ears. A tad odd, perhaps, but she could never live down how small and adorable they were, and super sensitive, too. Whenever she would bite at them he would always let loose something in between a childish giggle and an anguished whine, signifying how torn he was between the pain and pleasure that derived from that certain area.

However, there is one exact thing that Y/N doesn’t think she’ll ever be able to categorize because her attachment to it is simply too much to put into words: riding Harry.

Fucking Harry was something completely different from everything else. It wasn’t so much for the physical pleasure, but more for the cognitive one– what really got her off was the way he would respond to her. How his body would seem to bend all out of shape in just the right way to cause her ego ecstasy, just as much as it would in between her legs.

It would start from the obvious aspects, such as the fact that she was able to get him to come for her without much of a struggle, and then the smaller things, like how the muscle on his jaw would tick as he stretched his neck, his head hitting the back board of the bed as his hips would buck up against her, trying to extract the most pleasure he could from her warm body. The sounds, too. The teeny whimpers and watery hiccups of rapture that would tear at his throat as Y/N would bounce steadily on his hard cock, his face burying itself into the skin of her neck to muffle pitiful moans as he would writhe and thrash under her command.

She loved it for the fact that whenever Harry asked her to ride him, it meant that he was especially needy that day, which also meant that he was a wound up mess for Y/N to unravel as she chose. At times like these, he’d become incredibly vocal, whining and whimpering as loud as his voice would allow– loud enough that even she was embarrassed for him. He would be extremely docile, letting Y/N do away with him without a second thought, as long as she promised to let him come at the end.

She would always take full advantage of these situations, pushing a doe-eyed, quivering Harry into the bed, sitting in between his legs and usually just jerking him off nice and slow, watching as he would throw his head back in desperation, pulling at his sweaty curls wildly, clenching his thighs, and leaning his head forward to look at her as she got him off. His lips would be set into a deep raspberry pout that held the slightest bit of amusement, laying back on his elbows as he stared at her with vulnerable yet controlling eyes while his hips would give short bursts of bucks here and there, trying to finish himself. Lots of praising, as well. The gooey, warm air would fill with teeny wisps of, “Jus’ like tha’, pet. Getting me off nice and hard. Always know how to make me feel so fucking good, don’t ya? Know how t'make Daddy spill, hm, baby?” as well as, “Atta girl, petal. Fuck me so bloody good. No one can do it like you.”

Most times, when he saw he couldn’t swindle her into doing what he wanted, he’d end up begging for it. Y/N would usually ignore him, going even slower just to make the view last– God, did she want it to last.

Harry, when whittled down to this utterly primal state where he had no more teasing and praise left in him, was one picture of many she wished she could permanently etch into her eyelids so that she would be able to see it any time she pleased. He would lie there naked, with his legs spread out widely, feet flat on the bed with his knees bent, fingers tight around the railings of the headboard per Y/N’s instructions. His chest and abdomen would be flushed a painful shade of red as his skin would drip sweat onto the sheets, his eyes watery and pleading as his back would arch off of the mattress, hips jerking from side to side in an attempt to reach his goal. Y/N would lay next to him, her body tucked into his side, stroking him off as she would plant sloppy kisses down the length of his jaw and neck, biting at his lips and swallowing down the pants of “Wanna c-come. Feels so good– please let me. Been hard all day, kitten, please?” or “Fuck me faster, baby. Faster! Y'know the footie match later tonight? I’ll eat you out during every commercial break, I promise. Just p-please!”

Y/N would usually give in (who would be insane enough not to?) and finish by riding him off quickly, laying over his post-orgasm-weakened body and running her fingers through his tangled, damp hair, planting gentle kisses to his pink-splattered cheeks as he’d let his eyes lull shut, swallowing thickly and murmuring a raspy, “Shit, you’re amazing.”

Today was different, however, in the sense that she was feeling a bit more sympathetic because of the way Harry had stumbled in through the door of their bedroom at 12:44 at night, utterly beat from a full day of filming and practically oozing neediness. His usually twinkling seaglass eyes were dimmed to a dull, mossy green, his short hair a floppy mess, and his shoulders sagging heavily as he tripped over his big feet, slumping face-first into the bed with a defeated grunt.

“Hard day?” Y/N crawls over to where he is, nudging him onto his back and snuggling up against his depleted form, hugging his torso and sponging her lips against his forehead, brushing away the creases between his eyebrows.

“’M so fucking tired,” Harry mumbles weakly, slinging an arm flimsily across her waist and pulling her further into his warm embrace. He turns his body to the side, coming face-to-face with her concerned expression and kissing the very tip of her nose lovingly. “Everything went to shit today.”

“What happened?”

“Well, for starters, I asked for two packets of ranch dressing in my salad but they only gave me one, and it wasn’t even ranch! It was blue cheese!” He huffs in exasperation, crinkling his nose up in disgust. “You know how much I hate blue cheese!”

Y/N rolls her eyes, shoving his shoulder playfully. “You’re such a diva.”

“I am not!” He screeches, proving that he is, indeed, a diva.

“I specifically asked for ranch and the assistant said she wrote it down. She had one job!” Harry exclaims, throwing his arms up into the air for emphasis and then letting them fall onto the bed, splayed above his head. “I didn’t complain, though. I kinda just lounged around set pouting. But as if that wasn’t enough, while we were doing the scene where we’re all covered in mud, one of the cameras busted and we had to sit there for almost an hour while they searched for the replacement. The mud was making my skin all itchy and it dried into my hair. Took me forever to get it out.”

“My poor baby.” Y/N wails dramatically, cupping Harry’s cheeks in her hands and pressing kisses all across his nose and eyelids.

He narrows his eyes at her, a begrudging huff puffing warm air against her cheek. “I am a poor baby. Mud, Y/N. Crusty, smelly, itchy mud.”

She rubs her thumb over one of his cheekbones and brushes her lips against the corner of his mouth, knowing that the best thing for her to do during this type of rare temper tantrum is to comfort him. “I know, dear. But aside from that, did you have any fun?”

Harry’s ears perk up, his eyes lighting up faintly as a teeny smile carves a dimple into his face. “Nolan complimented me on my scenes today. Said I was a great choice for the character.”

Y/N can’t contain her smile, fondness completely taking over her face. He had worked so hard (religiously going over lines in the mornings while brushing his teeth and at night in the shower, hiring a vocal coach to help him with the accent for the role, and some hardcore method acting at home, refusing to get out of character) to get this role and the fact that he was getting recognition for it made her so incredibly proud.

“That’s amazing, honey. So amazing, I think we should celebrate, maybe in the form of a creamy dessert.” She pats his strong chest happily, getting up to go get the jug of Rocky Road ice cream she had bought earlier when she was out doing the groceries.

Harry’s hand stops her, his fingers gripping hers and yanking her back on top of him. Y/N blinks down at him with confusion as he cradles her jaw in both of his humungous palms, tucking strands of her hair behind her ears.

“I was actually hoping for another type of a congratulatory gift,” he bites into the skin just under his bottom lip, the edges of his mouth tilting up coyly as he arches his eyebrows up suggestively.

Y/N’s lips purse, trying to hide a grin of her own as she sits up to straddle his lap, eyes skimming down his body temptingly. “Rain check on the ice cream?”

“Definitely,” Harry lifts his arms above his head, waiting for her to take charge. His black Ramones t-shirt drifts up his torso, revealing a sliver of tummy where his happy trail hides. She follows the tiny hairs with her sight, watching them disappear alluringly under the waist band of his red Calvin Klein briefs.

She glimpses up at him as his eyes twinkle with mischief, craning his head to the side to allow the veins in his neck to become more prominent under the silky, slightly tanned skin, inviting her to take a bite. He’s teething at the corner of his mouth (knowing good and well how much that gets her going), his sharp cheekbones and jaw on full display. His legs shift under her weight, toes curling impatiently.

Y/N loops her fingers into his belt, toying with the metal buckle teasingly and reminiscing in the low, desperate whine that comes from deep in his chest. She grips the hem of his tee, coasting the soft material up his body, feeling the warm muscles of his abdomen tighten at the feathery sensation. Leaning down, she pastes wet, hot kisses on his simmering skin, suckling up along each fern tattoo, up the spine of the butterfly and giving a rough lick to his puffy left nipple, smiling against his flesh as he keens quietly. She pushes the shirt over his chin and runs it up his arms until it is level with his eyes, using it as a makeshift blind fold.

“Y-You gonna…?” Harry’s voice is trembling and unbelievably thick as he swallows heavily, Adam’s Apple bobbing. His arms are still above his head, hands now gripping the railings of the headboard, knuckles white with anticipation.

“I dunno. Should I?” Y/N skims her hands up his biceps, her words tickling the shell of his right ear. “Or do you think you can be a good enough boy not to need them?”

Harry inhales as if he has just been shot, chest rising but not falling as he seems to choke on a breath. He doesn’t answer– no nod of his head or sound of agreement– which leads Y/N to believe something else.

“Unless…do you want to be cuffed?” She asks, mildly shocked.

Harry is the type of person who, alongside being the dominant in the relationship, is very touchy-feely in general, meaning that trait amplifies during sex; whenever she handcuffs him, it’s usually as a punishment. But, apparently, he fancies it at the moment.

“Yeah,” he finally huffs out, nodding his head meekly and even though she can’t see his eyes under the blindfold, she knows he probably has shut them in embarrassment. His cheeks tinge even redder and he turns his face to the side as if to break eye contact. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” Y/N can’t help but snort out a laugh, squeezing his shoulders jestingly. “You can’t even see me!”

“But I can feel you looking at me.” He mumbles, his jaw tightening.

“Okay, okay. Sorry, it’s just…you’ve never asked so I’m kind-of in shock right now,” she reaches over him, opening the drawer in the mahogany night stand and sifting around until she feels the distinct coldness of the metal slide against her fingertips. She brings them out along with the keys, unlocking them and looping one velvet-covered cuff around his left wrist, locking it, looping the middle chain over one of the railings and repeating the procedure with the opposite wrist.

“Check ‘em for me,” she orders as she reaches back over to the drawer to return the key and pulls out two more toys– a new bottle of lube and a vibrating cock ring.

Harry gives the handcuffs a couple of tugs, proving their security. His arms then slump into the bed, fingers looping around the excess chain link as a way to keep a grip on himself. “They’re good.”

Y/N hums her response, having set the cock ring to the side and being distracted with getting the plastic seal off of the lube cap. He waits as patiently as possible, hips jerking every now and then when he feels her weight shift along his groin. The distinct sound of plastic crumpling nips at his ears and his brows furrow.

“New box of condoms?” He asks, blinking behind the cloth, slightly confused because he swears they just opened up a new one last week.

“Lube,” Y/N corrects, letting the wrapper fall onto the floor as she pops open the blue-tinted bottle of KY Ultragel. “It’s the warming kind.”

“Bet that feels incredible,” Harry sighs wistfully, wishing he could feel something else other than the latex of a condom.

“You’re about to find out.” Y/N sets the bottle onto his naked chest and he jumps slightly at the coldness of the plastic. She swiftly unbuckles his belt, tugging his briefs and jeans down and off, returning to her original seat in his lap but now with his semi-hard pressing into her underwear. She takes the flowy material of her Winnie the Pooh patterned night gown, bunching it up her thighs so Harry will be able to get a perfect view of her in a second.

“We’re barebacking?!” He can’t help the excitement that fills his voice, his arms trying to reach forward instinctively but being yanked back by his restraints.

Going bare for them was something of a rarity because the pills tend to bloat Y/N pretty badly and the last thing Harry wants is for her to be in pain because of him. But there would be times when she would insist on it– said she wanted to feel what he was like without a piece of flimsy plastic– and he wasn’t one to complain.

“Yep,” Y/N reaches up, moving the t-shirt up enough so Harry can peek at her.

A huge lump lodges in his throat as he looks up at his girl, baby pink night gown scrunched up around her milky thighs, the color matching her undies. She looks so innocently fresh-faced and lovely, hair a fluffy, unbrushed mess and the outline of her nipples printed against the cotton of her clothes. The only thing she was missing was a gigantic gift bow.

“I know–” Y/N grunts with effort as she hikes the gown further up, annoyed that it keeps riding down, “–that you like watching me touch myself so…”

She finishes with a little shrug, teething at the corner of her mouth as she eyes him, waiting for a response.

Harry nods furiously, eyes widening as his cock gives a painful jerk and he’s a hair short from collapsing with arousal. “Y'sure? I mean, this is your time to do whatever y'want to me and I don’t want you to waste it trying to–”

“This is what I want to do,” her lips twitch into a sly smile.

He stares at her for a second and then sighs shakily. “Then yes– fuck, yes, poppet, please. Love t'see you be dirty.”

Y/N nods shyly, breathing out heavily. “So, like, do you want me to feel myself everywhere or to just go at it right away or…?”

“Do whatever you feel like doing but just do something.” Harry pants, hips swiveling to rub his now full hard-on against her bum for some minor relief.

“Alright.”

She starts off at her chest, groping her breasts into the palms of her hands and giving each nipple a tentative squeeze, feeling pleasure spike in her spine. She keeps at it for a few more seconds, the only sound in the room being Harry’s franticly growing breathes mingling with her own. Her right hand starts to drift down to her center, fingers stopping just above the waist band of her cherry-printed panties.

“Tell me what to do.” She swallows thickly, air puffing from her stinging lungs. She eyes Harry with fascination, his own irises glossy as his sight is glued to her chest, mouth slightly agape in awe.

He licks his purple-tinted, puffy lips, pulling at the cuffs in an attempt to get himself back in control. “You see the long mirror over there? Grab it and prop it up against the end of the bed to face us. Place a pillow in between my legs and lay down on your back fo’ me, angel. Facing the mirror so I can get a good view of that pretty cunt, yeah?”

Y/N does as told, quick footsteps patting against the floor as she sets everything up, then lays in between Harry’s legs and spreads her own wide open, feeling the cold air of the room caress the wet patch that has pooled in her underwear. She stares at their reflection in the mirror, his hair a disheveled mess, flexing arms tied back, cheeks and neck painted bright red as his sweaty chest heaves. She herself is nothing but tangled hair and damp skin, but her position makes it easier to keep her night gown from covering her crotch so that she’s on fully display for his liking.

“What now?” Y/N tilts her head back, locking onto Harry’s upside down gaze and blinking at him with fake innocence.

“Just rub yourself for me, peach. Nice and slow.” His voice cracks at the end, resulting in him swallowing audibly. His prick is throbbing for attention under the pillow and he ruts up against it subtlety, trying to keep himself in reign.

She coasts her hand down her abdomen, letting it dip inside her wrecked undies and rubbing her wet clit in long, slow circles. Her legs twitch and a slow burn of bliss ignites in the pit of her stomach, causing her inhales to hitch.

“Faster.” Harry croaks from behind, staring at her intently through the mirror.

He wishes he could run his hands through her hair, tugging at it as he whispers what he wants her to do. Wishes he could run his fingers up and down the length of her arms and feel her muscles clenching as she speeds up, helping by guiding her fingers into herself. Wishes he could cup his hands under her creamy thighs and to keep her legs spread nice and wide, digging his nails into the supple flesh and feeling her sweat slide against his fingertips. But he can’t– won’t– because he knows it’ll be so much hotter for her to do it herself. And he likes the feeling of being helpless at times– of not being in control. The adrenaline of not knowing what is to come is better than anything, the excitement tenfold, and the orgasm a hundred times that. So he restrains himself from begging her to release him and focuses on her instead.

Y/N picks up her pace, the weak simmer inside her now dialing up to a mild boiling. Teeny gasps begin to choke out from her throat and she can feel her pulse speeding up, the sound of blood rushing through her head muffling her hearing. She nudges at the tiny bulb within her clit, feeling sparks erupt from the base of her spine and travel up her neck and face, numbing her mind with ecstasy. Her fingers are slick with her arousal, her crotch throbbing as she uses her whole hand to drive herself towards release.

Harry’s voice breaks through her trance, sharp and clear. “Off. Take ‘em off.”

Y/N knows exactly what he’s talking about and it takes every drop of will power to stop her movements. She roughly pushes her panties down her thighs and knees, kicking them off and watching them fall off the edge of the bed. She spreads her legs again, bending her knees up and apart while planting her feet flat against the bed to keep her stable. Her head falls back to look at him, tears of desperation squeezing out of the corners of her eyes as her mouth falls open, stuttered wisps of air blowing out.

Harry can tell she’s waiting for his next order and it turns him fucking on that she will let him run everything she is doing to herself.

“Bring you’re hand up here.” He jerks his chin towards it, watching as she raises her quivering hand up to his face, the dim light of the lamps reflecting off of the cloudy liquid that slides down her fingers. He takes them into his mouth without hesitation, swirling his tongue around to collect her juices. She’s tangy, with an undertone of sweetness– the usual. Her scent fills the air around him and it’s driving him insane.

“Use your other hand, love. Two fingers.” He speaks through a full mouth, sucking on her fingers daintily as he stares down at her enlarged eyes and pink cheeks. “Go on, then.”

Y/N doesn’t have to be told again, slowly sinking her two middle fingers into her tight, slick hole. She starts pumping them, utter euphoria rippling through her entire body and causing her to let loose a shamefully loud moan.

“That’s it, pet,” Harry watches with hungry eyes as his girl fucks herself with her fingers, whining as he sees her dripping out onto the rumpled sheets. “Fuck, you look absolutely beautiful for me.”

Y/N scoots up higher so that her head can fall onto his shoulder, the action causing the pillow in between their bodies to rub against his leaking cock. He hisses, mumbling something along the lines of “God, gonna come if y'keep that up.”

When she’s nuzzled up against him, he turns his head, pressing soft kisses to her forehead with whispers of, “Feels okay? You’re so good to me, moppet– doing this just for me. Love seeing my good girl be so naughty.”

Y/N swims in his compliments, allowing her eyes to lull closed as Harry presses his hot mouth against her temple, his warm breathing puffing against her damp hairline. “Y'gonna come for me?”

“Y-Yeah,” she sighs, curling her digits upwards and a wave of pleasure so intense smacks into her that she thinks she might’ve blacked out for a second. “But not before I’m through with you.”

With that, Y/N smoothly draws her fingers from within herself, flipping over and sitting into his lap, her calves tucked under his thighs. She doesn’t bother wiping off, twisting from side to side until she finds the bottle of lube. She squirts out a decent-sized glob of gel into her palm as she looks down at Harry’s engorged prick, pale green and blue veins pulsing under the thin skin, his head tinted different shades of pink. Not wasting any time, she slathers the liquid onto him, working him from base to tip with quick, fluent flicks of her wrist.

Harry is in what he guesses to be the line where heaven and hell meet because on one side, the thermal lube begins to work immediately, seeming to draw the warmth from his heated skin and using it as a catalyst to intensify the raw pleasure Y/N is already giving him. Precome is beading out of his hole steadily, running over the tip and down his shaft, blending in with the Ultragel, making a cloudy blue-tinted mess. On the opposite side, however, he really rather have her warmth wrapped around him and he fears that if she keeps stroking him, they won’t get to that part in time.

He focuses his blurry sight on a determined Y/N, her head tilted down to give his cock her full and undivided attention. Her hair falls across her ruddy cheeks, lashes casting a shadow across the tops, and he finds her so unbelievably adorable, even while she’s doing the dirty deed of jerking him off. He watches her with adoration, his eyes bright with lust and doey with love, whimpering with utter need.

Y/N’s tongue peeks out of the corner of her mouth in concentration and Harry can’t help but yelp out a laugh in between a stream of moans. She looks up, startled, eyes owlish with surprise. “What is it?”

He tilts his head to the side where it rests against his shoulder, the left corner of his mouth curling into a soft lopsided smirk, his nose scrunching up with fondness. “You’re just proper cute, s'all. Even when you’re about to fuck me into another dimension.”

She looks away from his eyes, a gentle smile making home across her colorful cheeks. Her voice is meek and humble. “Shut up.”

“Make me.” Harry waggles his eyebrows jokingly.

“If you insist.” Y/N reaches over and grabs at something that’s just out of his line of view. She holds it up between her thumb and forefinger, swaying the circular rubber contraption from side-to-side.

Harry’s eyes immediately widen, face paling. “Bloody hell.”

She squeezes a bit of lube onto the rim of the cock ring, spreading it all over its circumstance and setting it onto Harry lightly, where it slides down about a fourth of his length and halts.

Y/N tuts as she shifts back slightly, allowing her a bit more space to grip the ring. “S'gonna be a snug fit, Har. Brace yourself.”

Despite the warning, Harry still screams. It’s not that it hurts, but he’s so fucking hard and so ready to fucking burst that something as tight as that toy is bound to dismantle him entirely. She works the circle down his prick, twisting and turning it, the rubber expanding just enough to accommodate to his size. Once it’s down to his base, pressing gently against his throbbing balls, Y/N dives her hand under his thigh and fishes out a tiny remote.

“It vibra–?!” He’s cut off by the ring quaking to life, jittering at a medium pace around his cock, causing ripples of white hot pleasure to surge up through the bulging veins under his skin.

Harry thrashes against the bed, the handcuffs biting into the skin of his wrists and keeping him from falling off. Y/N holds him down with her thighs by sitting securely in his lap, watching with fascination as he throws his head back and worries his bottom lip between his two front teeth, trying to stifle the whimpers and whines that are rawing his throat. His eyes are screwed shut and his Adam’s Apple bobs thickly as he swallows down his keening, breathing stuttering as he arches his hips up without consent. The muscles along his arms flex and contract with his movement, straining hard against the shackles, chiseled by exertion. The skin under his ferns tattoos is growing a dangerous shade of red, along with his chest, which has a thin sheen of sweat glistening from his pores. His prick is a dull maroon shade under the thick layer of lubricant, spilling heavily now as it twitches with longing.

“Baby, I– shit, Y/N, please!” Harry throws his body forwards, neck leaning towards her as much as his restraints allow, which guarantees bruises along his wrists. His cheeks are wet with tears of neediness and his swollen lower lip is quivering, hair mattered to the sides of his neck as his eyes bleed with a desperate plead. “God, just– ah, ahhh…fuck, love, just take me. Do it now, I can’t hold…any longer! Please!”

“Oh, c'mon, H. You can do it a little longer.” Y/N clucks, leaning down to press sloppy, gooey kisses up the dip between his hips, following his pelvic bone up to his belly button and kissing a circle around it, then continuing her trek upwards.

Harry’s full on sobbing now, jerking in distress at the tiny euphoric bombs she’s placing all around the most sensitive parts of his body. “Stop!”

She shakes her head, causing her lips to brush back and forth against his sensitive nipples. “’M having too much fun.”

He flails from side-to-side, the cuffs cutting into his skin even though they’re lined with velvet. Y/N reaches up, wrapping her hand loosely around Harry’s throat, not tightening but just to get his attention by digging her nails into the underside of his sharp jaw. He mewls quietly, sounding like a scolded puppy, forcing himself to remain as still as possible. She skims the nails of the opposite hand up and down the length of his prick, swiping her thumb over his tip and sucking harder against swollen rosy nipple when she hears him yelp. “Stay still and I’ll give you what you want.”

Harry nods his head meekly, slumping into the cushioning below him and taking in deep inhales to try and clear his mind of the torture. He curls his fingers into week fists as he feels Y/N suckle along his collarbone and up his neck, pecking lightly at his chin and nipping at his bottom lip.

“Look at me, Harry.” Her voice is soft yet authoritative, resulting in him cracking his eyes open. His view is blurry at first from having them shut so tightly for a while but after he focuses on her, he wishes he’d kept them shut.

She looks so beautiful and tempting with her plump lips, big eyes and amused smirk. The hand that was around his throat goes to grip his whole jaw, forcing him to maintain eye contact as she ruts her bare heat against his vibrating cock, her warmth and dampness mixing with his and it takes every cell in him not to lash out.

Y/N brushes their noses together, breaths mingling as she maintains full eye contact with him. “No matter what, you keep looking at me.”

“Okay.” Harry swallows heavily, ready to accept anything she has to offer.

When he feels her start to sink over him, he knows he’s done for. Her walls are velvety smooth, warm and tight, encompassing him perfectly. Every ridge, nook and cranny catches on his skin, working him over better than he ever thought he’d feel. Y/N makes him keep their gazes locked as she makes to reach his base, getting off on watching Harry’s eyes slowly shatter into carnal instincts.

When she finally thunks down damply against his thighs, feeling his balls against her ass, she speaks up quietly. “What d'you want me to do?”

He stares at her over his thick lashes, eyes depleted and foggy yet bright with arousal. She’s still in her nightgown, which he finds hilariously ironic considering they’re covered in tiny Winnie the Pooh characters and he knows for sure they wouldn’t approve of what she’s doing right now. She looks pretty and petulant and adorable, yet she exudes an aura of quiet power over him that leaves his mind reeling. He loves every second of it.

With a rough hiccup, Harry answers. “Ride me ‘til I pass out, sweetheart.”

And that’s precisely what she does. Well, not to the point where he passes out, but close enough. Y/N starts off slow, squeezing around him like he’d instructed her how to do so many times before, swinging her hips in subtle circles to give him the maximum amount of sensations she could offer.

Harry is a weeping mess, throat aching with hoarse, shaking moans and broken growls of rapture as he feels himself vibrating within her snugness, prodding certain points inside her that have her melting onto him. Y/N herself is matching his sounds of ecstasy, keening and humming out her gratitude as she bounces steadily on his engorged prick. Her release is thrumming at the bottom of her spine, sending shivers coursing through her entire being as her thighs slap wetly against his, full of nothing but raw, unfiltered lust.

Even though Y/N had established a certain amount of dominance, there was still a permanent part of her that loved having him take over her, and Harry knows it. He can see it in how the look in her irises molds from one of vehemence to one of warm pleading. And so a silent agreement comes into play, Harry clearing his throat to speak up.

“C'mere, pet.” His voice is strained, but with a strong tone.

Y/N tucks her face into his neck, angled so that her ear is close to his mouth to hear what he has to say. “I wan’ em on my face.”

It takes a second for her to understand what he’s suggesting, but it clicks into place fairly fast. By obeying his request, she is relinquishing a part of the dominance she has over him, but it’s what she wants. She craves to have him both under her control, while being under his at the same times.

Harry looks at her with a muted wash of victory in his dark mossy irises, the edges of his lips quirking into a triumphant grin. “What’re you waiting fo’? In my mouth. Now.”

Y/N shifts up, releasing her hold on his face and stretching her arms above her head, tangling their fingers together over one of the headboard railings. He gives her hand a weak squeeze, thumbing over her knuckles lovingly. She then does as told, shifting upwards a little further so that her clothed chest falls right into his face.

Harry licks his chapped lips, reaching up to suck at one of her nipples, tonguing it over the fabric, leaving it damp and pebbled. He repeats the procedure on the opposite nipple, pursing his lips over it and squeezing between both. “Love sucking your cute little nipples, darling. Love having you in my mouth.”

Y/N gasps lightly as he gives a rough thrust upwards, pushing himself inside her rashly. His jaw goes taut as he addresses her with a state of predatory-like order, thrusting up into her again and reveling in the squeaky croak she yaps. “Uncuff my hands so I can help you fuck me.”

She does just that, unlocking the metal with shaking fingers, massaging over his bruised wrists with care and kissing the stinging skin to make it feel better.

It doesn’t take long for them to pick up a fierce, racing rhythm, Harry squeezing and spanking Y/N’s ass as he keeps a tight grip on her while she marks deep purple hickeys into the skin of his throat and jaw, her own hands buried in his messy chestnut curls, tugging at them with desire. He’s propped back against the headboard and jolting with their movement, fingers hidden under the fabric of her nightwear and marking her skin with scratches. “God, your amazing, Y/N. Such a tight little cunt, fucking hell.”

She shows her thanks in the form of love bites, murmuring against his hot skin. “You’re so hot, Harry. Love you inside me…”

“Yeah? Y'like m'cock, baby? Like it all the way up here?” His ego gets off on her praise and he coasts a hand onto her abdomen, patting it reassuringly. “Like feeling me all the way in your tummy, hm?”

Y/N nods her head frantically, fisting at his hair and ignoring the sweat that is sticking her pajamas to her back. Harry kisses her feverishly, but even now there’s a certain caring undertone beneath all of the animalistic biting and sucking. A type of secret message that only touch can decode, in which he’s reminding her that he loves her and loves how she makes him feel. That he wants her and only her and that alone, matched with the choppy jolts of his hips, is enough to send her spiraling.

When she comes, Harry wraps her up in his arms and cradles her to his chest, peppering her nose with his pursed lips as he nibbles her bottom one, whispering words of encouragement into her mouth for her to swallow, as well as his tongue.

“Such a nice girl fo’ me, Y/N. Fuck me like no one else ever has, all warm and snug and so soft, angel. Such a sweet angel– my only angel. ’M just happy getting you stuck to me. Happy having you on me and under me, taking m'cock so deep and loving it. Never wanna let you go.”

She spills with bright flashes of colors and bright webs of lightning behind her shut eyelids, going numb everywhere except for where Harry’s taking her in with his mouth. Along the side of her neck, in between her breasts, nipping at her shoulders and sucking at her chin. And when he himself is toppling messily over the edge, he still finds it in himself to encourage her– to keep her from waning on him.

“C'mon, peach, you’ve got it. Keep riding me for a bit longer. Jus’ a few more seconds…Tha’s my girl, Y/N. Gonna make me spill so much into you. I’m–’M gonna…fuck, so close, baby, so close. Little bit more! Squeeze, nice and hard fo’ me. Atta girl. Ahhh…”

Y/N hides her face into the junction between his throat and shoulder, but Harry wants to see her while it goes down. “Look at me, Y/N.”

She lifts her innocent gaze up shyly as she continues to bounce drunkenly on his prick, holding grueling eye contact and watching with bated breath as he rips at the seams, eyebrows furrowing and nose scrunching, jaw going slack as his eyes roll into the back of his head. “Yeah, yeah! Ooh, fuck me, moppet. Fuck me so bloody good, mmmh…”

Harry bursts with the air disintegrating in his lungs as his fingertips dig memeories into her hips, slamming her down onto him so hard he’s sure she’ll never feel empty ever again. He squirts out in thick, hot spurts that ooze out of her slowly as she plops her sweaty forehead against his bare, broad shoulder, revering in how he kisses at her ears gently and chuckles wistfully into her mussed, sweaty hair.

They sit there for a bit like that, with Harry still tucked inside Y/N (she'd switched off the cock ring as soon as he had finished) as he sways her back and forth gently, lips pressed in between her eyebrows, nose puffing air against the crown of her head and calves splayed over her own.

“Y'know what’s funny?” Y/N speaks up all of the sudden, voice throaty from the toll of her screams.

“Hm?” Harry hums absentmindedly, too engrossed in rubbing away the soft crinkles in between her brows with his warm mouth.

“You call me an angel while we’re fucking.” She snorts, amused. “What a paradox, huh?”

“Your post-orgasm phase is such a philosophical one.” Harry grins all dopey and endeared, thumbing over her wet lips affectionately and snuggling her further into his chest. “All I can think about right now is that ice cream you mentioned.”

Y/N pouts with faux disappointment, mind still floating around the room. “No, but really, Harry.”

Harry sighs with surrender, blinking at her with amusement. “Y'wanna know what I have to say?”

“No, forget I even asked about it.” She deadpans sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

He gives her bottom a full spank, tutting in a playfully scolding manner. “Watch it.”

A raspy giggle escapes her throat and her hips give a tiny swivel, which in return results in him hissing in overstimulation, mumbling a squeaky, “cut it out.”

“Sure thing. Now tell me.”

“I think that…” Harry kinks one of his eyebrows up suggestively, tucking noodles of hair behind her ears and purposefully dragging out his response just to annoy her.

It works, the shove Y/N gives his shoulder proving it. “Finish already.”

“I think that even the nicest angel’s gotta tarnish her halo every once in a while.”

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Chapter 1

The view of that narrow street right in front of me is at best nauseous.

Ugly and melancholic are the right words to describe it. I bite the inside of my cheek, trying block the urge to vomit on top of my shoes. This catches Uncle Patrizio's attention — me immobile as a tree in full state of astonishment.

“Godness, you are sluggish” he clears his throat, glimpsing at me with the corners of his brown eyes.

I take a look at the alleway one more time before joining Uncle Pete, smiling at the expense of the only English who can use those words without looking like an ignorant. True, Uncle Pete isn’t the most pleasing personality in Burford, but that can’t be my problem right now and it won’t be for a whole winter, I force myself to remember that — no fights, no verbal fights, no fist fights — as my mom made very clear before she kicked me out of London.

“You better come in. Your aunt must’ve taken all the tea from the store while you’re on the train“ he runs over my shoulder with a thud. I start to get annoyed as I watch him leave the boxes with all my belongings in the middle of the street, after empting the car.

“Uncle Pete?” I call him by name twice and the third time he turns himself, raising his eyebrows as I point the stuffed cardboard boxes.

"I don’t know how things work out in the big city with your mother, but we're in Burford now, sweetheart. You can leave all this fancy trash here all night long and no one will take it. Leave everything as it is!” He ends the sentence screaming while I mention raising one of the boxes, making me jump in shock. I acknowledge uncle Pete is the only person who can call Louboutins and Manolo’s ‘fancy shit’.

I don’t waste a second and the next one I'm already on the trail of Uncle Pete down the damp street, clacking my teeth by the cold. Black clouds begin to form above our heads and a sudden furious stream of air spreads dry leaves all over my hair.

I look at the avenue in front of us, more precisely the house across the street. My new old home. The spare windows and the green poisonous ivy rising up the walls seem just like I remembered. I tight my coat on my chest and walk through the door my uncle held open.

“There she is! There it is!”

I am greeted with a tearful aunt and an effusive hug that almost dismounts me. When she finally sets me free, I’m rewarded with a kiss on the forehead and a lot of handshakes, one behind another. Apparently, aunt Margot had summoned the whole hall of English relatives for my welcome tea, which gave me no choice but sitting on the edge of the table and smile a little.

The house is not that bad afterall, and it’s exactly as I remembered from my childhood. Everything was made of wood, the floor, the walls. The sheep wool carpet tickle my feet and I’m not too impressed with the moose head above the fireplace — once it was a bear.

They all ask me questions about London and about my mother. I try my best to answer everything, although my displeasure is so big it could fill the whole room. My cousin Irina is the first one to notice, because she simply leaves me alone with that subject. I really like her, and the last time I've seen her she still lived in this house with my uncles. I must’ve been about five years old at that time, and now she lives two streets above with her boyfriend, Liam, who happens to be sipping on a cup of tea the chair next to me.

Taehyung, her brother and my cousin, is probably my age and the one who shot me the most with his piercing intrusive questions, which is not so inconvenient afterall as most of them only involve Glastonbury and if I have seen any Beatle in person.

Few minutes after, he slipped by my side and told me he left the house two weeks ago. “Freedom, Twiggy” he dripped milk in his tea and spilled his cup as if it was whiskey. I don’t have enough time to mock his awful mannerisms or censure the use of my childhood nickname before he can continue “Why did you come back to this one-horse town anyways? Burford didn’t miss you, I did.”

“You tell me” I smile back. I wish I could tell him why I came.

“I came to see you. And to get some clean t-shirts” he smirks “You can have my room if you want. It’s full of bats at night.”

“Funny you” I give him an unentusiasthic laugh but end up smiling too “And will you ever come back?” I ask. At this point, my previous responses seemed to have quenched the family's curious thirst and no one pays any attention to my conversation with Taehyung as they discuss the informations I gave, like that one time I saw Robert De Niro in person and the list goes on.

He ponders a bit and I wait for some sordid detail of the remote Burford clan as I devour a cookie, propped up against the chair guard.

“Not really” Tae hesitates. “I don’t know if my mother wants me back. And I'm in a good place now” he smiles excitedly.

“You're disappointing me” I sigh, in fact disappointed with the lack of thoroughness in the story. “And where is that place, may I know?”

“A friend's house. Well, it's not exactly a house” my eyebrows rise “It's a bar, and I stay in the garage. I can work there during the day.”

“A tavern, is that it?” I wrinkle my nose. He nods, just to tease me. Taehyung laughs and gets up, wiping the corners of his lips with a napkin. He wears an elegant overcoat and I can say he became a man at least charming. I wonder how someone so handsome and gentle could have Uncle Pete's genes.

“I'm leaving. You can come with me if you want to. You’re at your own risk” we both look out the window. Stormy clouds covered the last remnant of blue sky.

I didn’t want to sleep outside the first day living with my uncles, but it happens that I didn’t wanted to be alone too.

And I missed Taehyung. God, how I did. And still I couldn’t list one single excuse why didn’t I call him this whole time.

“So that's what you wear at the big city when it snows?” Taehyung gestured to my feet, mocking my heels as soon as we left.

And he was right. Those shoes crave into the snow and it’s not the easiest activity in the world walking on them, but I'm getting the hang of it as we pass through the village. The streets are completely covered by a thick layer of snow.

“So now you work? Like for real?” I smirk under my scarf and gladly he doesn’t see. Tae thinks a little before answering me, running his hand through his hair.

“It's not a job” he explains. "It's more like a gig than a job” I nod and he looks at me, his blue irises sparkling as a smile come to light on his lips. “And I don’t have to do almost anything as Yoongi is the one taking care of everything.”

“Yoongi?”

“Exactly. The house’s friend I told you about. His father owns the place” he now has his thin lips pressed on a slight smile. I can see the hangover in his eyes half a block away.

“Nice.”

That's all I'm saying. Get to know someone else in this city apart my relatives would be a pain in the ass, but at this point it's pretty obvious Taehyung would show me to as many people as he could, like I was some kind of trophy or something.

At the center of the town, I feel stuck in a Christmas movie. The weather remains ugly, and most businesses are closing their doors — except for a bar that at first glance seems to be something you could easily find at Knockturn Alley, in Harry Potter.

Between the spare windows of two stores, a well-crafted metal plate hung on the wall indicates ‘Beer’ in a careful calligraphy. The entrance of the bar has a staircase and my stomach wraps up as soon as Taehyung goes up without hesitation. He looks back. “Are you coming in?”

“Right behind you” I murmur as my heel hits the stairs. At the first glance inside the place I’m already amazed.

The space is made with an overlap of stones, which makes a perfect cozy contrast to the inhuman chill outside, and I immediately feel the urge to take off my scarf. Tae hangs it on the coat rack, along with his overcoat, revealing a moss-green sweater underneath.

He shakes the snow from his feet at the base of the stone fireplace. The ceiling is made of wood and the only sparse lighting comes from the chandelier, subtle and almost non-existent compared to the fire, and behind the counter, an UK flag has been harshly nailed to the wall, near the most diverse wine cellar i’ve ever seen. But besides all of that, the tavern is like any other ordinary bar, with tables and chairs placed in the corners of the place. It’s not so bad. It’s rustic. And very English.

“Yoongi, are you there? I want a beer” Tae yells through the door behind the counter, tapping the palm of his hand on the wood.

In London people aren’t used to leave their establishments alone. Not for a second. But here, in the parallel reality, it doesn’t seem to happen many robberies or people drunk not willing to pay the bills. Odd.

I keep running my fingers through the pictures and trying not to laugh until Taehyung realizes we're alone and the barman must’ve left. For a moment, I thought I was right.

Then a blonde hair appears behind the counter, passing straight through the door without looking at us. My heart jumps in surprise.

Black shirt, unbuttoned on the collar and sleeves held up to the forearm, he doesn’t bother to look up to us not even a single time. What a jerk, it’s my first thought, but then even with the roaring fire in front of me my spine still freezes in the presence of that boy. Part because of his tattooed arms and whitish hair, part because he really doesn’t even bother. For real.

“Then just get one yourself” the guy mutters, looking quite pissed. His tattooed fingers quickly pick up a mug on the counter and he turns his back, filling it with something in a barrel.

When he turns again, our eyes briefly met and he stops abruptly, spilling a little foam on the edge of the mug with the bump.

I can’t read his expression, and at the end I'm convinced there's no expression at all. Then he wrinkles his forehead and when he speaks I’m aldready regretful I put my feet out of home.

“Who is this?” and looks at Taehyung, making it clear he wasn’t talking to me.

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