#That Harry is affronted at the end

[bucks-babe]

Virgin Bucky Gets His First Blowjob

Paring: Virgin!Bucky x f!reader

Summary: You give your boyfriend his first blowjob

Word Count: 2,148

Warnings: Established relationship, smut (Oral m!receiving), kind of sub!Bucky, Bucky is a nervous boy and gets a hard on during a movie, Bucky has a praise kink, Virgin!Bucky, No use of Y/N

A/N: Should I make a part 2 where Bucky loses his virginity to reader?

“Okay, doll, I’ve got everything set up. You pick a movie yet?” Bucky settles down next to you in his bed, making sure that there is no space separating the two of you. He wraps his right arm around your shoulder and you snuggle up into his side.

Your laptop is resting on both of your laps, your left thigh and his right thigh hold it in place. “Yes, and it’s one of my favorites!” You bounce in place just a little. “You’re gonna love it, Buck! It’s When Harry Met Sally.” Bucky chuckles at your excitement. Steve has his book of things to catch up with in the 21st century, and Bucky has you. 

“We’ll see, doll. You haven’t let me down yet.” In all honesty, Bucky was thoroughly enjoying the movie, Harry wasn’t the type of guy Bucky thought girls would go for, but most of his enjoyment came from how happy the movie seemed to be making you.

A few times you would catch Bucky staring at you instead of the movie; each time you would look back up at him he would pretend that he was immersed in the movie the whole time and you would nudge his side. It just made him so happy to see how much you were enjoying the movie, going so far as to mouth the lines alone with the actors.

“Yes it is! You are a human affront to all women, and I am a woman.” 

“Hey, I don’t feel great about this, but I don’t hear anyone complaining.”

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky is having the time of his life watching you act out the conversations, his heart never feeling so full in all his life. He truly doesn’t know what he did to deserve you, after all the horrible things he’s done in his life, he gets blessed with the most wonderful and understanding woman to call his.

His doll, his girl, who hasn’t even pressured him into anything. He felt bad at first, when he told you that he wanted to take things slow, thinking that you wouldn’t want to have a boyfriend who had no experience in the sexual realm. Of course, he’s kissed women, having his fair share of dames back in the 40’s, but he was a gentleman. He would take them out dancing, maybe make out in his car a little bit, but he never went farther than that. 

Now, after waking up after 80 some years, the last thing on his mind was having sex. That was until he met you, the minx who has awoken something inside of him, but he’s never acted on any of these feelings, too scared that he would disappoint you.

Ashamed that he was still a virgin, Bucky always stopped you before anything would get too heated, and you respected that. It didn’t make Bucky feel any better when he had to go to the ‘bathroom’ after a make-out session, but you never teased him about it, the both of you pretending that he really did need to go to the bathroom.

What the fuck?! Bucky’s attention is back on the movie when Sally has an ‘orgasm’ in the restaurant. Next to him, you’re giggling while watching her fake an orgasm, but Bucky, he’s not laughing. 

Bucky’s never seen a woman have an orgasm. Back in his day, the most accessible type of porn were dirty magazines that he used to hide under his bed so his ma wouldn’t find them. He tried to watch modern day porn after his not so mini sexual re-awakening, but after seeing some of the video titles, decided that porn was a no go for him, so this was sending all of the blood in his head straight to his dick. If it was over dramatized, he couldn’t tell, but his cock didn’t care. 

He felt it twitching in his sweats and he tried to subtly shift so you wouldn’t be able to see the bulge under the covers. Closing his eyes, Bucky tried to will his erection away; however, the scene seemed to never end and his cock got even harder at the thought of what you would look like when you came, how you would moan his name, how you would feel around him. 

He bets that you would look fucking spectacular spread out on this very bed with his cock burried deep inside of you. How your pussy would look swallowing him as he–

“Bucky, are you okay? You’re moving around a lot.” Shit! Bucky knows that he’s been caught. There is nothing he can do to hide the tent in his sweatpants; he curses himself for even wearing pants with so much give to them. 

“Uh…yeah, I’m good. My back’s a little stiff from the bed is all.” With how red his face and chest are, it’s a surprise that there is enough blood going to his dick to have it be as hard as it is.

“Your back? Are you sure? Cause I think I see the problem.” Double Shit!

“Doll, I’m sorry. It’s just that…” Your giggle cuts him off.

“Bucky, it’s okay. If you want I can give you a minute to sort,” you glance at his crotch, making it twitch in need, “that out.”

Bucky wishes that the bed could swallow him up whole so he wouldn’t have to deal with this. He’s a grown man for God’s sake and he’s popping wood at the first sign of something sexual!

“Or…” You drag on, “I could help you with that.” Bucky gulps, finding his throat to be drier than a desert.

“Doll, y-you don’t have to.” There’s a spark in your eye that you only have when you’re up to no good, like when you set Steve and Sharron up on a blind date after being sick of the pining between the two of them.

“But I want to, Bucky. Only if you’re okay with it.” His heart feels like it’s about to beat out of his chest, but he is so hard, and he trusts you with his body and soul.You know that he’s never done anything; you would be the last person on the planet to make fun of him. 

“O-okay. What do you want me to do, doll?” You close the laptop, effectively ending the movie; Bucky couldn’t give less of a shit what happens to Harry or Sally right now, not when you’re looking at him like he is a full course meal and you're starving.

“Absolutely nothing. I want you to lay right there and let me make you feel good. Can you do that for me, hmm?” Pulling the covers back, you settle between his thick thighs, resting your head on one and looking up at him.

“I-I can do that. Yeah.” He shifts so that his back is against the headboard. Bucky isn’t used to just laying back while someone else does the work, has never been like that, but for you he would do just about anything if you asked.

Your hands go to the waistband of his sweats and boxers while you give small kisses to the outline of his cock through both layers. “Good boy,” you whisper on his cock, chuckling when it jerks under your mouth and he whines. Ooh, he’s a vocal one, you think as you look up at his flush face.

Bucky lifts his hips off the bed when you tug at his waistband, and his cock smacks against his clothed stomach, precum leaking onto his shirt. With his cock and balls on display, Bucky fights the urge to close his legs and cover himself up; no woman, or man, had ever seen him like this, but he wants this so bad. He trusts you; if he wants to stop, you’ll stop, but heaven forbid if you stop now.

He’s fucking big, too. You don’t know if you’re going to be able to fit his entire length in your mouth, but you’re sure as hell gonna try! Starting at his thighs, you give wet, open mouth kisses, leaving beautiful bruises on his skin. Whimpering, Bucky tries to get your mouth on his cock; all of your teasing is only making his balls fuller than he thought was possible and more precum ruin his shirt.

“Please, doll. Suck it.” His toned hips leave the bed in chase of your mouth. He can’t count how many times he’s fucked his fist thinking about how the tight heat of your mouth would feel wrapped around his cock. Even now, with you kissing up and down his length, tracing his most prominent vein, it’s not enough.

“Shh, big boy, I’m getting there. You’re just so pretty I have to paint you.” His cock bounces from the force of its throbbing and another whine leaves his plump lips.

Eventually, you take pity on him and his begging, and you take the tip in your mouth and give it a harsh suck. “Oh Fuck! Do that again, doll!” He throws his head back, making contact with the headboard with a loud thunk. Hands flying to the sheets, and hips chasing your mouth, Bucky damn near chokes on his own spit.Christ, you’ve barely touched him and he’s about to burst.

Loving his reaction, you grab the base of him and spit on his tip, watching it roll down to where your hand rests, only to use your spit as lube to drag your hand up and down, feeling him pulse and throb in your hand. “Come on, doll. Please! I need more.” 

He was fisting the sheets, not wanting to force your head down, but wanting you to take him down your throat at the same time. Deciding not to torture him anymore, you licked your lips before taking as much length in you mouth as possible.

“GOD, FUCK!” His hips flew up to meet your mouth, making you gag. He was trying his hardest to stay in control and not force your pace, but fuck, he wasn’t expecting it to feel this good. You quickly found a steady pace, hollowing your cheeks and using your tongue to lap at his dick. Salavia coated his entire dick and was leaking down to his balls, making your movements that much easier.“What the fuck! Doll, that feels fucking incredible. More, please. Give me more! Shit! That feels so good!” Such a needy little thing.

There were still a few inches of his dick that you couldn’t fit in your mouth, so you used one hand to work the remaining length and the other hand to massage his balls. His cock was leaking precum and you could feel his heavy sack tense up in your hand; you knew he was about to cum, even before he did.

Bucky pulled you off his cock. “Doll! I’m gonna cum!” It took you a second to register why he pulled you off when he was about to cum, but you then realized, he didn’t think you wanted to swallow - How wrong he was.

“If you’re gonna cum, baby, I want you to cum in my mouth.” Not waiting for a response, you took his cock back into your mouth, taking him all the way to the base, letting him fuck your mouth with the little jerks of his hips. The sounds leaving his mouth were almost akin to sobs, making you clench your thighs together to quell the ache between your legs.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!”  His cum shot out in thick streams and you tried to swallow around his cock, but more and more cum would shoot out. You lapped up every single drop of his cum that you could, some of it dripping down to his balls. When his hips tried to jerk away, you pulled off his cock to lick his balls clean and tuck his softening cock back into his pants.

With a dopey look on his face, Bucky gave you the prettiest smile, having experienced the best orgasm of his overextended life. “I really liked the movie, doll.” He laughed after you giggled. After coming back down to reality, Bucky frowned, “doll, I wanna make you cum, too.”

���Oh, Buck, I didn’t do that because I wanted anything in return,” you repositioned yourself next to him in bed, ignoring the throbbing of your pussy, “I did it because I wanted to make you feel good.”

There’s still a pout on his lips, wanting you to feel good as well. “Another day, Bucky. I don’t want to overwhelm you with too much in one day, okay?” Eventually, he agrees, becoming compliant after getting his soul sucked out of his body.

“Next time, doll, you’re gonna teach me how to make you cum.” God, you love this man.

“Oh, I look forward to it.” This man is going to wreck you and you can’t wait.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x you #bucky imagine #bucky smut #bucky x female reader #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #sebastian stan x reader #Virgin!bucky #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan imagine #bucky barnes drabble

[concord-and-cliches]

disco attorney! turnabout elysium! some other third possible combination!

(id in alt text and under the cut, sketches also under the cut)

[image ID: Part one of two of a Disco Elysium/Ace Attorney crossover fancomic.

Panel One: Miles Edgeworth, gesturing with one hand and pointing with the other, says, "Witness, your name and occupation, please."

Panel Two: Harry Du Bois, standing at the witness stand, says, "Oh, okay."

Panel Three: A copy of the previous panel, with no dialogue.

Panel Four: Harry looks off to the side with a nervous expression. Text in the panel reads: "ENCYCLOPEDIA [Trivial - Failure] - Uh…"

Panel Five: Harry, with a concerned and worried expression, has a white ring around his head with three thought orbs that are coloured blue, yellow, and red. Text in the panel reads: "HALF LIGHT - YOU GOT AMNESIA AGAIN. YOU'RE FUCKED." "Logic - No, it's just been a while since you've been on the stand. You're nervous, that's all." "COMPOSURE - Better shake off those nerves before going any further."

Part two of two of a Disco Elysium/Ace Attorney crossover fancomic.

Panel One: Kim Kitsuragi is sitting in the gallery, alongside vague depictions of other people, including Dick Gumshoe, Pearl Fey, and Kazuma Asogi. Text in the panel reads: "PERCEPTION (SIGHT) - The lieutenant's looking right at you from the gallery." "AUTHORITY - Uh-oh." "REACTION SPEED - Quick! Just say anything!"

Panel Two: Harry grips the witness stand and shouts with a frantic expression: "MY NAME IS RAPHAEL AMBROSIUS COSTEAU AND I'M A F(asterisks)T."

Panel Three: Edgeworth looks on with an affronted expression.

Panel Four: Maya Fey and Phoenix Wright have shocked expressions.

Panel Five: Kim has one arm leaning against the gallery, and his head in his other hand.

Panel Six: A slightly-edited copy of Panel Two, but Harry has a pensive expression, and text in the panel reads: "DAMAGED MORALE -1", alongside a purple X.

Three separate mini-fancomics involving a Disco Elysium/Ace Attorney crossover.

The first one is two panels, featuring Elizabeth Beaufort. In the first panel, she is crossing her arms and wearing an outfit similar to Apollo Justice's. She is thinking: "(I went to law school for this?)" In the second panel, she is looking at a screen with an annoyed expression, thinking: "(For a man like that to be among my peers?)" On the screen, there is a picture of Phoenix Wright, and text that reads: "Phoenix Wright's Accomplishments: -Ate Glass -Cross-Examined A Bird -Been Tazed -Been Whipped -Been Impersonated -Been Assaulted With Coffee"

The second one is a drawing of Kim Kitsuragi doing Edgeworth's pose in which he grabs his left arm and looks away with a pained expression. In the style of Ace Attorney, there is a text box which reads: "Kitsuragi: Thanks to you, I am saddled with unnecessary… feelings."

The third one is a drawing of Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth standing together, smiling at one another. Text in the image reads: "MILES EDGEWORTH - "Nice suit, by the way. I like the blue. Goes with the burgundy."

A Disco Elysium/Ace Attorney crossover fancomic featuring Dick Gumshoe, Harry Du Bois, Phoenix Wright, and Kim Kitsuragi.

Panel One: Gumshoe, with a determined expression and his hand in a fist, says: "True art has always been a war against oppression."

Panel Two: Harry grabs Gumshoe's shoulder and points at him with his other hand. He says to Gumshoe, who is smiling, "Oh my God. Dude, we are biving so hard right now."

Panel Three: Harry and Gumshoe begin talking to one another with numerous empty speech bubbles indicating so. Phoenix and Kim look on from the background.

Panel Four: A close-up of Phoenix and Kim, who have disconcerted expressions. Together, they think: "(Two of them…)" /end ID]

#welcome again to self indulgence town #turnabout disco #contra art #fanart #disco elysium #ace attorney #comic #harry du bois #miles edgeworth #kim kitsuragi #phoenix wright #maya fey #dick gumshoe #elizabeth beaufort #narumitsu #wrightworth #kimharry #harrykim #disco elysium fanart #de fanart #harrier du bois #f slur

[trulyonlygrapejuice]

Needy Puppy

A little one-shot to get back into writing again. I wrote this in about an hour and it's not edited, so don't mind any mistakes. I'm not entirely sure what the story is, it's just a fluffy, silly morning in bed with Harry :]

Warnings: Maybe just puppy/pup as a nickname? Just adding this to be safe haha

Word count: 1011

You blinked lazily, peeking at the rather gorgeous view spread out in front of you, tangled in white cotton sheets. Harry was laid out on his front, his face tucked in the crook of his elbow, arms curled under his pillow, eyelashes still visible where they fluttered gently against his cheekbones. The crease that was so often between his eyebrows was absent and the utter serenity on his face made your heart flutter. Despite the fact he’s been out wandering (or biking) across London most days since the tour ended, you’ve never seen him sleep more. Sleeping in till late morning, a nap in the mid-afternoon… You’ve joked he's turning into an old man, but seeing him being lazy for once is a sight for sore eyes. Sure, you loved seeing him touring and enjoying himself, but it was nice to see him relaxing and lazing about too.

You couldn't help dragging your gaze down from his scruffy and slightly puffy face, studying the broad expanse of his back and smiling slightly at where the white sheets just hid the gentle swell of his bum. You were content to watch the soft rise and fall of Harry’s back as he breathed softly, occasionally snuffling slightly or scrunching up his nose in a way that made your heart soften, a hand drifting to gently ruffle his curls. You slowly dragged your fingers through his hair, careful not to knot the chestnut brown curls, watching his face carefully in hopes of not waking him. He made a soft noise but settled quickly, his body almost melting into the mattress as you scratched gently at his scalp in the way he loved. He almost seemed to purr in his sleep and you suppressed a giggle at how his body shivered when you hit just the right spot. Sometimes you wondered if he was secretly a cat since he adored head scratches so much, he was even napping as much as a cat lately and you once caught him moving across the couch to nap in the sunshine, rather than the equally as comfortable part of the couch that was not near the sunny windows.

Endless time must have passed when a low muffled voice broke the silence. “How long have y’been staring at me? I’m not a piece of meat, y’know.” A pair of bleary, but amused moss green eyes gazed up at you, a lazy grin growing on your face as he leant into your hand, his face slipping out of where it was tucked in his elbow to rest on his forearm, revealing pretty pink lips and endearing scruff. “Not sure. Lost track of time.” Harry’s eyes fell shut again as your hand began to wander, trailing down his neck to trace slow, ticklish circles between his shoulder blades. “I must be very interesting to look at then.” You scoffed. “Are you looking for compliments already, my darling?” A pause. “…no.” You snorted softly, tickling gently at his side just to make him jump, chuckling at the way he whined, trying to wriggle away but getting too tangled in the sheets to move further than rolling on his back. He scowled at you playfully and you cooed teasingly at his pout. “Oh baby, y’know you’re gorgeous.” He huffed, batting your hands away from where they were trying to pinch his cheeks. “Whatever.” You gasped in mock offence, quickly rolling on top of him as he tried to squirm free. The playful teasing ended as he blinked sleepily up at you before pecking your lips gently with a low hum. You smiled tenderly at the gesture, lightly sighing before dropping your head onto his chest with a thump, smirking slightly against his skin when he squawked. “Hey! I was trying to be sweet with you, despite y’pestering me like a needy puppy.” You raised your head to frown down at him, though it didn't seem to work as he sniggered slightly at your affronted expression. “I’m not like a needy puppy.” He gave you a blank look. “Sure, babe, sure.”

He went to poke your nose gently, but you were quick to nip playfully at his fingers, giggling slightly as he sighed. Though you soon fell silent when he huffed, “See? Just like a needy puppy, nipping at people being nice to you.” You pouted at him while he smirked, hands sliding over your sides to lock together at the small of your back, keeping you pressed to his warmth. “You’re mean.” Harry raised an eyebrow. “You started it. Actually…” He trailed off, falling into thought. “I’m not really sure what it is.” You giggled, wriggling slightly to shove your face into the crook of his neck, breathing him and settling against him with a soothed sigh. “I think you were trying to be sweet with me.” Your words sounded muffled and a little slurred against his neck, mostly because you had your face tucked right against him but partially because the warm solidness of him was making you sleepy again. He hummed, a hand shifting to stroke gently at the back of your head, as your eyelids began to flutter. “And then y’decided to be cheeky, eh pup?” The new nickname made you squirm, insides turning to goo as he chuckled lowly. “You liked that one, didn’t you?” You choked a soft ‘no’ against his throat but it was pretty unconvincing and you could practically hear his smirk. “Whatever y’say, pup.” You sighed defeatedly as he laughed at your vexation. “Okay, enough teasing. Go back to sleep, I'm tired after dealing with you bugging me.” You nipped at his throat just to make him squeak, his arm around your waist tightening slightly as you giggled. “You’re just further proving my point.” You scowled. “Shut up.” He pulled you closer. “Go to sleep then.” You sighed, melting into him as he hummed approvingly, rolling you both over to your side, tucking you perfectly against him with a satisfied croon. “Sleep well, sweetheart. Dream of chasing squirrels and big sticks.” Silence. “I hate you.”

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles fluff #harry styles blurb #harry styles oneshot #harry styles imagine #harry styles headcanons #harry styles fic #x reader

[kindapinkskies]

studio love | h.s.

well, i’ve returned with something about harry for the first time in almost 3 years.. finally got my brain to turn back on and write for him. i really like the backstory i created here so i think i might keep it going as a series and they’ll be connected but also can be read standalone, please do let me know what you think. i do really like the way this turned about and i hope you do too.

its husband!harry i love you already

warnings: smut (please only read if you are 18+ years of age), language

words: 10.9k (harry writes and records a song that will never be released but still enlists you for help with it)

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The incessant vibration of your phone ringing pulls you from the near catatonic state you had fallen into while watching some random movie you found on tv. A smile breaks out on your face when you catch sight of the contact name and picture bringing your phone to life. Your heart picks up happily in your chest at the call. You nearly drop the phone in your haste to answer it. 

“Hi.”

“Hello, m’baby,” the voice on the other end is rough; like it’s been used all day. There’s a fluttering in your stomach at the gruffness and you feel bad for having that swooping excitement when you know he’s tired. It’s just that it’s so attractive. 

You smile, “To what do I owe the pleasure, my heart?”

“I was just wonderin’ what you were up to?”

Letting out a sigh, you clutch the phone tighter to your ear and sink deeper into the couch. “Technically, you could say I'm watching a movie. But, before you ask, I couldn’t tell you at all what I’ve been watching.”

A laugh rings out through the phone and you let out another sigh- this one content as it settles something within you. That sound is like home to you. “Yeah, you tend to do that.”

You hum, picking at a loose thread on the blanket that is currently covering your legs, “What are you doing?”

“I’m just in the studio.” 

“Yeah? When are you gonna be home?” 

There’s a noise that sounds like it was sucked through his teeth. “About that…” he trails off. 

“Harry..” you whine out his name, dramatically, close to something a child would do. “I miss you. And I’m so bored.”

“You love me, right?” Harry questions, sounding like he’s close to laughing after ignoring your whiny complaints. By this point in your relationship, he’s used to how needy you can get and he truly just finds it amusing. Because he knows he doesn’t neglect you for very long; normally it’s only a few hours a day but you’ll miss him regardless.

And he can’t complain because he just ends up the same way if you’re too busy for a few hours to give him your attention.  

The affronted noise that leaves you, at his question, breaks a laugh out of Harry and your offense to the question lessens. “I’ve been willingly married to you for four years, Harry.”

Choosing to get married young came with a lot of concerns, a lot of questions. Especially since one half of the marriage was just starting to make headway with a solo career after coming out of the worlds largest boy band and the other was just a measly author. It raised so many questions: why would you do this so young, are you pregnant, what’s the rush, what if you guys don’t work out, what if your careers pull you apart. None of those questions bothered you because you just knew, you knew from the moment you’d met that it was meant to happen this way. There was no point in waiting when you both just knew you’d end up married, whether it was at the ages of 23 and 24 or now at the ages of 27 and 28. Your relationship didn’t really change once you got married either; you’re still that same sickeningly in love couple that does everything together, can’t stand being apart, and is always on top of one another. A couple that hardly ever gets sick of the other's presence and just wants to always be around one another. 

Your relationship is strong. You never really worried about it. Never worried about it coming to an end. It helps that no one outside of your guys’ private circle knows that you’re married as well. There’s no pressure on your relationship, no outsiders chiming in on how they feel about your relationship and how you’re too young to be in such a serious relationship. They will never understand how your relationship has been serious since the moment you’d started dating. That you’ve been wearing each other’s wedding rings since about six months into your relationship, even if you weren’t married yet. 

Sure, the public knows that you’re together- can’t really hide it with the status your husband holds but it is private. You’re rarely ever seen unless it’s at an event or at a concert, or some sleazy paparazzi has been following you around. The fans you do run into in public respect your privacy as much as you ask them to. But, even with how private you are, you’re not shy with social media- you use it ten times more than Harry ever will again. But you don’t exploit your relationship though, you value it too much to do something like that. Regardless, the fans go absolutely insane when Harry can be heard far off in the background at the very end of a video, or even if it’s just his hand in the corner of a picture. 

But nothing else truly matters, no public status, prying fans, or anything in between when you’ve been happily married to the love of your life for over four years now and you’ve never been happier or healthier. Never been so in love. In fact, you feel more in love every day. 

“Yes, baby, I know, I have been there through it all.” Harry giggles and your heart just continues to swell at the sound. “But, like, I meant more of like a right now situation and not overall. I know you love me but, like, do you love me enough to leave the house and come to the studio to help me with something?”

You squint your eyes even though he can’t see you. “Why? Wasn’t it a full session today? What do you need my help for? Won’t I get in the way with everyone there?”

“You’re never, ever, in the way m’love.” he states and even though you can’t see him, you can just see the hard stare set in his eyes as they bore into yours and the seriousness in his face. You whisper out an okay just before he continues, “but, no one is here- they all left for the night.”

A frown pulls at your lips, “Then why aren’t you coming home, too?”

Harry let out a huff, “We recorded this song today, one that I won’t ever release.”

“Why record it then?” you question when Harry takes a pause. 

“I want you to hear it. I really like it and I want to finish it but I feel it’s missing something. I know if you were to hear it, you’d be able to help me.”

You let out a thoughtful hum and tilt your head back to rest on the cushion of the couch, “Did you record it with me in mind?“

“Always, baby.” You can just hear the smile on his face. 

He has told you multiple times that you are the reason he can create his music. His muse. 

And you can’t help but smile at him even though you’ve decided to give him a hard time, “You can’t just play it over the phone?”

It’s Harry’s turn to let out an affronted noise, “I thought you knew me better than that, love.”

You laugh. 

“You need the full immersive experience. I can’t believe you’d suggest over the phone.” he scoffs and you can picture him shaking his head at you. 

You continue to laugh for a few moments, the noise he made triggering a laugh attack that you just can’t stop. Harry laughs too, his melodic chuckle mingling with yours like a song. One you can listen to forever.  

“But it’s so late and I’ve already showered,” You continue to complain through your laughs. 

“Oi, will you stop fuckin’ with me, please?” 

There’s an underlying tone of irritation in his voice and you calm down enough to only a few giggles. You love him so much. 

“If you don't get your cute ass up off the couch, right now, and get here, I will just stay here tonight.”

You sit up and reach for the remote on the coffee table and turn off the tv. “You think my ass is cute?” you ask as you get up and make your way to the stairs. 

Letting out a dramatic sigh, Harry tuts at you, “Of course that’s all you heard.” You’re almost positive he’s shaking his head. “Will you please just come here?”

“Of course I will, baby. I was only messing with you.” He lets out a hum and you set your phone down on the bed and put it on speaker so you can continue to speak with him as you get dressed to leave. “I like watching you work. It’s very hot.”

He expertly avoids the compliment like he always does, “So you’ll come?”

“Yeah, I’m just putting on some clothes and I’ll be right there.” 

“Wait, were you naked? You can always come like that.” You can just hear the smirk that’s plastered on your husband's face. 

“Isn’t that how I am when I usually do?” you question. 

“Oh, you cheeky minx. I’m glad your mind is in the gutter because so is mine.”

Your body flushes at his words, at the possible things he’s thinking of. “Isn’t it always?”

“How could it not be?” he challenges and there’s a clatter of something hitting the floor in the background; a soft curse follows it. It makes you smile. “You are m’wife.”

“Okay,” you blush, your voice taking on the shy tone it normally does when he compliments you. “I’ll be there in a bit.”

“Mmm, good.” He hums.  “Do drive safely, will you? I’ll see you in a bit, m’love. I love you.”

“I love you.”

-

With it being almost midnight, the normal receptionist of the building is gone for the night and in her place is the security guard that takes over after hours. His name is Dan and he’s a very nice man that’s always excited to see you. 

“Mrs. Styles!” He greets, giving you a wave. “Another long night?”

“Hi Dan,” you smile at him, “and it does seem that way!” you continue while walking through the lobby. 

“He’s in studio 5.”

You give him one last wide smile as you turn the corner to where the elevators are. You’ve been here so often in the past few months that Harry’s been using this studio, that you can nearly do it with your eyes closed. The door is slightly open when you reach it and you gently push inside, relaxing at the dim lighting of the room. Further relaxing when you see your husband hunched over at the soundboard, clicking away on his laptop. 

A song is filtering through the speakers at a low volume, too low for you to really catch anything from it but the bits you can hear are awfully sultry- more sultry than you’ve ever heard from him before. You’re definitely intrigued and you know that you gave him a hard time with him asking you to come down here but you sure are excited to hear the song to its full potential. 

Harry turns around when the door locks shut behind you, a smile brightening up his face when he takes in your frame. His eyes trail all over your body and it makes you flush, the intensity of his gaze never failing to make you feel like you’re about to catch on fire. Your knees wobble a bit underneath you and you prop yourself up against the door to make sure you don’t collapse as he starts to make his way over to you. Even after all these years, he still makes you feel unbelievably fluttery; like you could take flight with just a simple look from him. You hope it never changes. 

His smile is borderline teasing as he watches you watch him cross the room, over to where you’re resting against the closed door. Your heart swells in your chest; the adoration in his eyes makes it hard to breathe even though you know for fact that your own eyes mimic his. Know for a fact that your eyes have hooded and everything when you tip your head back the closer he gets so you can hold the eye contact. 

His hands come up to frame your face, his rings cool against your heated skin- a stark contrast to the warmth of his hand- and brushes one of his thumbs across your bottom lip before replacing it with a gentle press of his lips. The kiss is so gentle that you just melt right into him, your shoulders sagging and a peaceful feeling spreading through your entirety. It’s such a sweet greeting, one that you didn’t realize you were craving until you got it. You’re never truly at peace when you’re away from him. 

“Mmm,” he hums appreciatively, placing three quick kisses to your lips before pulling away to rest his forehead to yours. He takes in a deep breath, his eyes closing as he does, “I’ve missed you.”

You bring your hands up to wrap around his wrists, your thumbs brushing over the backs of his hands as they still hold onto your face. “Me, too.”

You both just stand there for a moment, breathing each other in- taking a moment to recalibrate after being apart for the better part of the day. 

It only takes a few moments for Harry to settle, his heart rate evening out as he too becomes peaceful in your presence. “Kinda upset you didn’t turn up naked.”

Harry pulls back a bit, his hands dropping to the sides of your neck. His eyes trail over your, clothed, body like he hasn’t seen you in months and not just a few hours. Your heart jumps at the lust slightly clouding his eyes as they linger a bit on your exposed thighs. 

“Dan sure would’ve gotten a show if that were the case.”

His eyes jump back up to yours and your breath hitches slightly in your throat at the rate in which they’re darkening. “He’d only be so lucky.” The smirk plastered on his face makes you giggle, borderline nervously, as he shamelessly compliments you. It doesn’t matter how often he does it, you will never get used to the genuine compliments he showers you with on a daily basis. He’s just so unabashed in his affections towards you and it will always make you swoon. 

Your hands drop from Harry’s wrists as he starts to trail his own down the sides of your body to where they stop on your ass. He gets a good grip before he’s pulling you flush against his body. His touchy neediness shines through and it’s clear that you’ve been on his mind most of the time you’ve been apart. 

“You really missed me, huh?” You tease, laying your palms flat against his chest. Your own chest heaving a bit at the sudden, closer, proximity to your husband. You missed him just as much today, craving his touch on you in any way you could have it. 

“You know I always do, baby,” he murmurs as he dips down to place a delicate kiss to the soft, sensitive, skin just below your ear. “Can’t be away from you for too long without feeling like breakin’ down.”

You absolutely know the feeling. 

“Same,” you mumble, kissing his pouty lips. “What did you so desperately need my help with here instead of coming home?” You accompany your question by running one of your hands through his messy hair, his eyes falling shut at the feeling of your nails scraping against his scalp. 

Harry places a kiss to the arm closest to his lips before he grabs your hand out of his hair and slots his fingers with yours to tug you across the room. He slides your bag off your other shoulder and places it down on the coffee table before continuing to pull you towards the chair he was in before you’d gotten there. The song playing gets a bit louder as you come to stand in front of the soundboard and you were right to describe it as sultry. 

It’s almost daunting as well, like it holds a chilling tone to it instead of the upbeat, more groovy, songs he usually creates. It feels like the complete opposite of what he normally embodies but when you catch a few of the lyrics it makes all the sense in the world. The lyrics are racy and the chords of the bass and the strum of the guitar are extremely sexy. The song is so incredibly sexual that you feel yourself heat up. 

He’s crafted a very inappropriate song and you’re honestly so impressed. Harry has created songs with cuss words in them, with lyrics that are sexual and a peek into how he feels about things but they’re ones he’s always just messed around with to break loose his creativity. They always remained rough recordings and run throughs but this sounds almost like it’s finished. Like it would be released if it weren’t so deeply personal. The song is basically a direct explanation of his most intimate time with you. 

You’d be embarrassed that everyone else heard it today while recording it, if it wasn’t so ridiculously good. The song is so good. 

It honestly kind of reminds you of the night you shared on your anniversary last month. The vibe of the song is what you’d picture as a backtrack to that night if it were a movie or something. 

Harrys grabs your attention as he grips onto your waist, the warmth of his hands radiating through your shirt. He pulls you down into his lap, situating you slightly so you’re sat more sideways than anything else- most likely so he can see your face and you can see his. His tattooed arm secures itself around your waist, his hand pressing into your belly to keep you in place. You smile at the placement, placing your hand to rest over his. 

“Uhm,” he pauses to clear his throat when his voice cracks a bit. He continues after a moment, while messing around with something on his laptop, “Our anniversary night has been playing in m’head like a movie. I haven’t been able to really work on anything since.”

A big smile slowly starts to make its way across your face at his explanation, absolutely giddy at the fact you were so spot on- so in sync. You know what he’s dealing with. That night was so amazing you haven’t really been able to move on from it. You and Harry have always had a wonderful connection, emotionally and physically. And because you’ve had such a wonderful emotional connection from the very beginning, your sex life is just the best you’ve ever had. Harry has also expressed this to you on more than one occasion. The love you share is just so- so deep you can’t ever see it changing. 

You’re both just in love. 

“That red room just really stuck with me, y’know?” Harry chuckles, the noise coming out raspier than normal. Now, it makes sense as to why that lust has been simmering in his eyes since the moment he set his eyes on you. He’s been singing about that exhilarating night, all day. His hand tightens on your belly and the butterflies floating around just flap a bit harder. “It’s really heavy on the instrument, with a sort of alluring crescendo. The bass is really what conveys how I feel about the night.”

“It was a really good night,” you whisper, catching his attention as he turns his head to look at you. His pupils are blown and you can see how he’s become a bit dazed, like he’s recounting the night. 

“Really good,” he agrees, nodding his head absentmindedly as his eyes flit down to your lips momentarily. A heat is building very rapidly in the pit of your stomach and you really want to rip off his clothes. He clears his throat, looking back to his laptop. “I’ve never made something so sensual before but this song is solely about you and only you, so it makes sense. I was able to find a way to express the night without explicitly mentioning anything we did.”

Your heart is beating wildly in your chest at his words, your blood rushing through your body and making you so unbelievably hot that you want to strip down to exactly how he wished you to be when you got here. He looks back at you again and the tension that’s built between the two of you is so palpable that if anyone were to walk in, they wouldn’t be able to break it. You honestly didn’t think anyone could still be so entranced with someone after having been with them for so long, always having heard stories of the novelty of the relationship falling away- but not with Harry. Every day feels just like the first day you’d had with him. 

Harry’s eyes get even more dazed as he leans closer to you, like an invisible string is pulling him in and you know for a fact he feels the same way about you as you do with him. He presses his lips heavily to yours, keeping them there in a kiss that is clearly just to alleviate some of the pressure building up between the two of you. He wants you to listen to this song and get your input on it before he furthers anything. 

He’s a bit breathless when he pulls away. “Everyone really liked it, liked the vibe. But I don’t care about them. It’s only you I want an opinion from.” 

You nod, dazed yourself from the night you’re so vividly imagining and from the kiss he just granted you with. “You said it was almost done? What did you want to add?” 

He greedily kisses you again, only adding to the fire building within you. “I want to hear what you have to say first before I tell you my idea.”

You nod again, taking a kiss from him this time before telling him to play the song. The fierceness of which he’s looking at you makes you swallow thickly, goosebumps rising across your exposed skin as you look back at him- knowing the implications of his gaze.

Harry forcibly tears his eyes from you, almost reluctantly settling his focus back on his laptop. There’s some clicks on his keyboard but you can’t be bothered to look away from him, the furrow of his eyebrows endearing you far too much to focus your attention elsewhere. The same song from before restarts, this time louder and the rumbling baseline can be felt in your soul. It sends the heat building in your lower stomach directly between your thighs and you have to shift yourself a little to lessen the sudden pressure there. A smirk forms on your husband's lovely face as he glances at you, because he knows what a deep baseline does to you. 

Your eyes slip closed as an echoey guitar strum is layered over the bass. All the instruments stacked together make up a very slow and sensual melody that perfectly depicts how sexy of a night your anniversary was. It’s still strange to know that Harry is the one that put this together, this darker ambiance in a song that doesn’t seem like it would make sense with someone like your husband. He’s typically such a bright, happy go lucky person and to hear him make something so mystical, so ominous almost, is just odd. 

But then his voice filters through and it makes sense. The lyrics mixed with the rasp of his voice, the gruff timbre he’s singing in pulls it all together to compile the sensual song he was describing to you before. It makes you shiver. Makes you feel like you’re about to catch fire. 

Your Harry is so incredibly talented. 

You find yourself swaying a bit to the lyrics as they reverberate through the speakers and into your senses. They’re so subtle that if you didn’t know Harry personally you wouldn’t really have a clue what he was talking about. Even then, you know for a fact the way he’s put together such beautiful sentences that what he’s saying truly only makes the most sense to you and you absolutely love it. 

You can just hear the love within the lyrics even though the tone of his voice is just filled with the most amount of lust you’ve heard from him on a song. 

There’s a guitar solo in there that makes your chest heave a bit and your nose tingle. The undertone of the drums during the solo makes you super proud of Sarah because you can hear the intricacy of them and it creates such a wonderful sound. Your body is practically vibrating at this song and you truly want to just rip Harry’s clothes off and show him how much you appreciate him putting this song together for you because of you. 

The song ends with such a high note from Harry that your jaw drops at the sound, the way it trails off with the slow strum of the guitar makes excited tears spring up in your eyes. 

Your reaction warrants a huff of air from Harry that hits your cheek and it startles your eyes open because you didn’t realize he’d gotten so close. Your gaze immediately meets his and you truly didn’t think it was possible for his eyes to get any darker but they surely did and it has your breath hitching in your throat. His eyes glance down to your chest where he can see the stutter of your breathing before trailing up to your lips, looking at them for a moment too long before he places a kiss to your warm cheek. The hand on your belly is tighter than it was before the song started and you only just now notice it when he tries to pull you even closer to his body, seeking out any contact from you. 

Wiggling a little to try and relieve some of the heat that’s built up between your thighs during the song, Harry lets out a grunt when your leg brushes up against the hardness that’s settled between his own thighs. The song has definitely made the impact it was meant to, his pupils are blown and your body is so heated that a shiver of excitement spikes through you. He’s looking at you so intensely, so so so intensely that your heart feels like it’s crawling up into your throat, creating a thick lump that’s hard to swallow around. It brings a wetness to your eyes and a shallowness to your breathing- it’s a look so full of undeniable love but so so so heavy with lust that it overwhelms you. His own chest heaves with heavy, deep, breaths that you can tell he’s focusing on keeping as calculated as possible as his eyes trace every inch of your face; like he’s trying to find the answer of how you liked the song before he even asks. 

You know the answer is clear on your face but you still have to say something. 

“That song was very sexual, H.” you whisper, your voice barely able to reach an octave high enough for him to hear but the way he lets out a tiny nod, you know he heard you. 

A deep breath from you pushes you closer to him when he breathes out a near desperate, “Yeah.”

“And your voice, baby,” you close your eyes for a moment to get your brain to straighten out. “I didn’t know you could get so deep.”

His eyelids get heavier when he looks at you, eyes barely visibly as he looks up at you through his lashes. His hand tightens on your lower belly. “I can get very deep.”

A tingle rushes through you at his words, the double entendre heating you up to your core, but you ignore him in favor of trying to get to where he needs your help. But first: “What did you do before recording your vocals? Gargle some rocks?”

Harry let out a loud laugh, one that throws his head back and makes his chest vibrate, the feeling of it transferring through your shoulder and into your chest where your heart swells. It has you leaning further into him, loving how everything just clicks into place for you when he laughs. You so badly want to press your mouth to his, to have him laugh right into you. To swallow down every sound he makes so you can embody them. But you know that if you do that now, you won’t ever make it to the part where he’ll get the help he’s requested from you. 

There’s just something about his kisses that make you tap out, make you forget everything other than the feeling of him and you crave that more than anything. The soft plushness of his lips against yours, or anywhere over your skin, just feels so right. Each press of his lips to yours or to your body is always exciting, always feels new. It settles something deep in your heart, in your soul, every single time without fail. 

And just by the way Harry always finds a way to get his lips on you; whether it be a greeting or parting kiss, a simple press just to show he’s there, a kiss to the forehead or somewhere in your hair you know he feels the same way. He’ll press delicate kisses to your arms or the back of your hand, if that’s all he can reach when the urge consumes him. They’ll be pressed up or down your legs depending on what he’s doing. To your back or shoulder, stomach or neck. Always finding a way or simple reason to kiss you. To feel you. 

You shake your head a little to get yourself back on track, realizing he’s stopped laughing and is just watching you. You have to clear your throat before speaking. “You wanted to add something?”

Harry nods. 

“What is it? Because it sounds so good as it is. The lyrics, the vocals, the instruments.” You exhale, fighting the urge to fan yourself. Your face and body is so incredibly hot. You shift on his lap again, needing some sort of relief. “I feel like I could explode, baby.” You whisper, leaning a bit closer to him. His breath hitches in his throat and you watch dazedly as his adam’s apple bobs with his harsh swallow. Grabbing his free hand, you pull it up to rest on your chest, “I mean just feel my heart.”

Harry’s hand is so heavy on your chest and his fingers flex when you’re positive he realizes the pounding of your heart. It is incredibly distracting and he has to clear his own throat before speaking, “If you could add one thing, what do you think? I have an idea but I want to know what you think first.” 

Your mind immediately jumps to what you thought of the moment you heard the opening guitar riff, “Moans.”

The hand resting on your chest trails heavily down between your breasts until his fingertips rest just above his other hand. His lips have popped open in surprise at your suggestion. “Are you serious?”

You nod hesitantly, pulling back from him slightly, “Is that too… much?”

“God, no,” Harry breathes out, “fuck,” and surges forward to place a searing kiss to your lips. The hand, not holding onto you for dear life, comes up to wrap around the back of your neck to hold you in place as he slips his tongue into your mouth with absolutely no preamble whatsoever. His tongue swipes across yours tantalizingly and you moan into him. He happily moans back, pressing into you greedily- like he needs you to breathe. 

“The way you know me, fuck,” he murmurs, pulling away but continuing on with pressing desperate kisses down the side of your face and to your jaw. They make smacking sounds because of how quickly they’re being placed on your skin and the breaths he lets out between each one are harsh. “Fuck,” he repeats just before he latches onto your pulse point and sucks stingingly at your skin. “Know me so well, m'love.”

The connection you have with your husband has always been such a turn on for the both of you. It’s been such a prominent part of your relationship from the very beginning, the synchronicity between the two of you is almost scary- especially to people looking in from the outside. You coincide outfits without meaning to, mannerisms, speech, thoughts- quite literally anything tangible between the two of you. You’re so in tune with one another that you can know how the other is feeling with a simple look or caress. You firmly believe that your bodies are connected in a way most people can only imagine; your souls being half of the same one that were separated but found their way back to one another. 

A shiver runs down your spine when he mutters, “I love you so fuckin’ much.”

He kisses you again, absolutely filthy with the way he pushes in with his tongue and tries to pretty much climb into you through your mouth. Your arms wind around his neck and you pull him even closer to you, not minding the way he’s just absolutely trying to tear you apart. The kiss only deepens and he holds you against him like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he were to loosen his grip even just a fraction. 

The heat builds quickly between you as you just devour one another in a kiss that is going to lead to one place and one place only. You squeeze your thighs together in hopes of some sort of friction, wishing more than anything you were straddling his hips so you could grind down onto him. Harry pushes up into you at the same time and you can’t help but moan dramatically into the kiss at how attuned you are to one another. Knowing just what the other needs. 

“When I first walked in and heard the song, I thought of our anniversary. I imagined it as a backtrack to our night if we were in a movie.” You heave when he pulls away again to trail kisses down your neck. 

He pulls back to look at you, his heavy breaths fanning across your face, making you brush your lips against his in an almost kiss. He lets out a pathetic whine, one that you mirror when the hand on your belly slides down to just barely push between your clenched thighs, resting that much closer to the throbbing of your core. 

“I hope we never fall out of this.” Harry breathes, placing a frenzied kiss to your lips. You sink into him, becoming pliable under his affections. 

The fluttering in your chest is unbearable for a moment with your lack of oxygen so you pull away to rest your forehead against his, “I don’t think we will.”

“Good,” he murmurs, rubbing his nose against yours before diving in for another desperate, frenetic, kiss. Every ounce of love he has for you is tangible within this kiss. The devotion he has for you is felt in every languid swipe of his tongue through your mouth and it brings tears to your eyes. 

“We should record the moans. We should do that. Do you want to help me get the moans?” Harry frantically asks, his hands shoving up under your shirt and grabbing at your bare sides. He sighs in relief when he gets his hands on your skin, his distraught movements settling at the feeling. 

Your body is set ablaze and your heart beat is pounding in your ears at the feeling of him just everywhere. Especially with that skin on skin contact that you’re quite literally always wanting. 

“Well,” you gasp when his fingertips dip into the waistband of your shorts at your back. Your hands are tangled into the hair at the back of his head and you pull his lips to yours again, kissing him passionately. “I don’t want you going somewhere else to get them.” 

You’re breathing so incredibly fast, your chest heaving heavily- rising and falling rapidly as you throw your head back enough to let Harry mouth at your neck and no doubt leave behind another mark he shouldn’t. But you’re just so far gone you don’t even care. 

“I could never go anywhere else. Not when i have everything I could ever want or need right here.” He says, sucking harshly at the hollow of your throat before he soothes it over with the tip of his tongue. You let out a dreamy sounding sigh. “You’re m’heart and soul and everythin’ in between.”

You nearly sob out at his words a new desperation, to have him close to you, mingling with your bloodstream. 

“Fuck, I love you,” you pull at his hair. 

Harry groans as he trails his kisses up the underside of your throat before landing at your lips once more. It’s a heady kiss, one that you never want to end and he happily presses into you as deep as he can. 

“Let’s record those moans now, yeah?” He murmurs, out of breath, placing a kiss just below your ear. 

“Now?”

“Yeah,” he kisses the spot once more, adding his teeth for a brief moment. “Wanna take you, right here, in this studio where I’ve thought about you all day. All frustrated around everyone while all I could think about was you and how you feel around me.” 

The breath in your body evaporates at his words and you tug on his hair when the hand between your thighs pushes in further, his fingers brushing over the clothed bundle of nerves that so desperately wants his attention. He lets out a throaty groan, right next to your ear and you genuinely feel like you could melt right here. Just turn into a giant puddle of mush right in his lap. 

“Are there cameras in here?”

“No,” Harry pulls back to make contact with you once again. His eyes glazed over. “Wouldn’t do that to you, baby.”

You nod. 

The energy between you crackles as you stare at one another while you catch your breaths. 

“I’ll lock the file and everything, you don’t need to worry about someone other than me hearing us.” He informs, already knowing where your thought process was about to go. 

Nodding, you push into his fingers, desperate for some sort of friction to alleviate the painful pressure resting between your legs. You’re so unbelievably hot and bothered for him and how well he knows you. 

“Regardless of if we do it now or not, it doesn’t matter. I won’t make it until we can get home to absolutely ruin you. If it’s not here it’ll be in the car. I can’t take it anymore, gotta get my hands on you, baby.”

His voice is strained as he speaks and your brain just completely shuts down. It's like television static in there and you can’t focus on anything but the way your husband's lips and hands are pressing into you. The best you can get yourself to do is to nod, your mind just absolutely overwhelmed to do much else. 

“Use your words, will you?”

Your mouth pops open on a gasp and you breathe out, “Yes, please. Now.”

Harry nods vigorously in agreement, swooping forward with another heavy kiss to your lips. He’s absolutely relentless in how he kisses you, exploring your mouth in ravenous strokes of his tongue that leave you just shattered, completely out of breath. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders to bring him closer, you happily take him in, giving back just as much. A hand of his shoves up under your shirt, skin heating up even more when he gets between your shoulder blades to press you closer to him. He lets out a groan, into the very, very, sloppy kiss, at the fact you chose to forego a bra. 

“Why don’t you straddle my lap, hmm?” Harry hums when he pulls away, his lips continuously brushing over yours. You dart your tongue out to trail across his lower lip. He moans. 

When you slide off his lap to stand in front of him, his body follows after yours that invisible string pulling him with you- not being able to stay away too far. His hands are like magnets to your hips and he squeezes at the flesh there when you wobble where you stand. Once you’re steady, he slides his hands up over the curve of your waist before he settles them around your ribs, pushing his thumbs up under the swell of your breasts. 

With your heartbeat picking up, you feel your eyes get unbelievably heavy at the sight of him below you. Hair askew, lips swollen and shiny, eyes hooded; Harry looks so wrecked already that you feel tingly in places that crave his attention. A fire burns deep within you that you know will only be remedied with the touch of him. So, you pull the shirt off of your body in a flourish, yearning for his touch on your skin. 

He leans further away from you though once your upper half is exposed to his fierce gaze and you whine, high pitched and needy, from the back of your throat. But, he’s quick to tug at your arm, immediately groaning out, “Come back.”

Stepping in between his spread legs, his deft hands wrap around the backs of your thighs and he pulls at them- easing you up to settle in his lap with each knee of yours on either side of his hips. As soon as you’re situated, you waste absolutely no time to roll your hips into his, seeking out any sort of relief you can find. A moan flies out of both of you simultaneously at the friction you both desperately crave. His hands curve over the expanse of your ass where he grabs a hold and guides you over and over his groin. The kiss you share just intensifies everything you’re feeling and it’s burning through your veins. 

Your lungs are screaming at you, begging you for some kind of reprieve so you pull harshly on his hair; Harry groans as he detaches himself from your lips with a heaving breath. There’s absolutely no time for either of you to catch your breath though because he’s mouthing at your neck in seconds flat, no doubt leaving more marks behind. You don’t even care, you just tilt your head back and give him more room to suckle at your skin. His hands are still firmly gripping at you, distractedly pulling your lower half over his and it’s steadily pushing you towards an orgasm. 

On a particular heady pass over the hardness nestled against your clothed core, your arms fall away from your husband and clumsily clutch at the arms of the chair for some sort of leverage. A hand shoots up to the middle of your back to keep you steady as a moan rips through your chest at the pleasure coursing through your body. Harry let out a breathless laugh against the skin of your chest, causing goosebumps to flutter across the heated skin there. You can’t help the pitched sigh that filters out of you through your parted lips, you just feel like you’re on cloud nine. 

Your lips ache to feel something again, to feel your lover again, like thirty seconds apart is entirely too long. Panting, you reach up once again and run your fingers through the curly hair that’s just below your chin and pull on it. There’s a smacking sound, partnered with a whine from yourself, as Harry’s lips detach from the skin on the swell of your breast. He’s panting as well as you pull his head back, his eyes immediately connecting with yours and you nearly whine at the hunger settling behind his pupils. His tongue swipes out to graze his bottom lip and you trace the movement with your own heavy gaze before dropping down to hungrily bite at his lips. You drag out his bottom lips between your teeth and the groan he lets out goes straight to your core, making you desperately roll your hips over his again. 

You’re both a desperate, needy, mess at this point, like you didn’t indulge yourselves in one another just this morning before you parted ways. You just want to be able to feel each other as much as possible, get under each other’s skin at any chance. You wouldn’t change it for the world and you hope that attraction to one another never fades. 

Harry brings his hand up to cradle the side of your face when you try to dip further down to smatter kisses all across his neck. He smells so incredibly good right now that you just want to bite into his neck and suck at it, hard. But, before you get the chance, his thumb is pushing up the underside of your chin and angling your face so he can get his lips on you once again. He breathes into the kiss, seemingly melting into your body as he kisses you urgently, all wet and hard as he all but shoves his tongue down your throat. You both moan and your entirety relaxes into him as you become pliant from the ministrations of his tongue against yours. You feel him relax even further when your weight drops heavily onto him. 

“We gotta get these off,” Harry breaks away suddenly and it pulls you out of your pleasure filled haze to feel him clawing at the biker shorts you’re wearing. He’s trying to get his hand inside of them but with the way you’re pressed against him with your legs spread, there’s not enough room for his large hands. “Fuck,” he whines, “Why didn’t you take these off when you were standing?” He presses a messy kiss to the center of your chest before dropping his forehead down to the same spot. His frantic hands have settled with his fingers under the shorts waistband at each of your hips. “Know you’re wet for me, need to feel it.”

Your breath gets caught in your chest on its way out and the harsh pounding of your heart in your ears makes you dizzy but he’s so correct. He’s never been more correct. And you need him to feel it too. 

“You didn’t let me,” you breathe, answering his previous question. You nearly tumble to the ground in your haste to get off his lap, eager to give him anything he wants just so he can give you everything you want. His hands on your hips stabilize you enough to keep you from falling to a heap on the ground because of your unstable knees. 

“Careful,” he murmurs, his body leaning towards yours like that string is pulling him once again. Like you’re the only person in the world he’d follow after, even if your movements are less than graceful. 

His eyes are wide as he just stares at you for a moment in front of him. Your breathing is still erratic and he watches the rise and fall of your chest with greedy eyes. He continues to watch your body react to his touch, the way goosebumps rise as he trails his hands down your body, to the way your hands clumsily gasp at the soundboard to keep you upright when he grabs onto your ankle to pull your leg into his lap. Kissing at your knee and onto your inner thigh, he works at removing your shoe then your sock before easing your leg back down. He does the same to the next leg and the slow, sensual, kisses he places to your inner thigh while his skillful fingers remove your footwear makes your chest stutter over your breaths. 

He hasn’t broken eye contact once and you’re positive you’re only seconds away from spontaneous combustion. 

Seemingly done with his teasing, Harry doesn’t waste any more time to bring his hands up to your hips once more. Dipping his fingers into the waistband on your shorts, he pulls them down your legs and lets out a grunt when he notices you’re bare underneath the spandex material. 

“Look at you,” he murmurs, glancing up at you through his lashes before bringing his attention back down to your wet core. He leans forward and presses a kiss to your lower stomach as he helps you step out of your shorts and your muscles contract tightly at the contact.

Your body is absolutely aching for him. 

“Why do you get to be fully clothed?” you complain, your chest heaving at the want coursing through your body at a very very high rate. You just want him to touch you, skin to skin, anywhere at this point. The coil in your lower belly is so taut and the pressure built up between your legs hurts and you just want your husband. Fully. 

“Because this is about you, baby.” He smirks, running his hands up your thighs and squeezing at them once he gets towards the apex of them. You let out a heavy breath. Whining at the feeling. Wanting his hands everywhere. 

“Then I want you naked, too,” you sigh and he kisses at a spot in the crease where your thigh meets your hip, so very close to where you need attention. He hums as he leaves a love bite there too, making you cry out at the sensation. “Please.”

Harry is standing up in the blink of an eye, crowding your space and shoving you up against the soundboard- the edge of it digging uncomfortably into your lower back. He presses in so close to you, his front lining up with yours so perfect like it always does. His hands grasp onto your cheeks with a delicacy that wildly contrasts the way his body is pressing into yours. Wrapping your fingers tightly in the front of his shirt, you yank him harshly to you, not wasting a second to press a searing kiss onto his lips. A loud groan escapes him when you pull on his bottom lip far enough that it snaps back into place when you let go. 

Your body is so hot. You’re so hot, there’s a sheen of sweat starting to form all over your skin. 

“Off,” you pant, frantically tugging at his shirt. “Off, off, please,” you plead, grabbing at his back, bunching his shirt in your fists. 

Your husband laughs at you, a huff of air fanning out over your chest where he backs away from you just enough to get his shirt off. Your hands follow every inch of skin that’s being exposed to you, much like a magnet, until his chest is bare. Harry’s eyes slip closed when your fingers trail over the expanse of his chest and down his stomach where you wrap your hands around his plushy hips and pull him back to you. You both let out high pitched sighs when your skin comes in contact with each other, finally feeling a peace wash over you at the feeling. 

“M’wife, you’re so beautiful.” Harry murmurs, a breath being punched out of you both when he grounds his hips into yours. Your body flushes even more. “The things you do to me.”

“H, please,” you sigh, not entirely sure what you’re asking for. 

He plunges forward to place a kiss on your lips so hard that your head falls back at the force of it and you gasp. With your mouth dropped open on the gasp, Harry shoves his tongue into your mouth and the feeling it gives you weakens your knees to the point where you have to throw your hands down to the ledge of the soundboard to keep you from collapsing. One of Harry’s hands wraps around the back of your neck so he can keep your mouth pressed to his, so he can continue to devour your mouth with his kiss- while the other drops down to the back of your thigh, where he pulls on it until your leg wraps around his hip. 

You take the new position in stride, rolling your hips up into his to get some sort of friction going. Your body is absolutely yearning for him. A moan breaks the kiss and you’re not even sure who it comes from, just know that it pulls Harry away and has him dropping his forehead down to yours with his chest heaving. His eyes are clenched shut and yours follow when he grinds into you again, the fabric of his pants brushing against your achy core.

Harry takes a minuscule step away from you, just enough to be able to trail his hand lazily up and over your thigh to the innermost part where he takes a moment to knead at the flesh there. The moan you let out at the tingles shooting up your spine is so pathetic but you don’t even care, it feels so good. Anything from him would feel amazing right now you just want everything. 

“Harry,” you whine, pushing into him as much as you can. 

Rubbing his nose gently against your own briefly, Harry drops down to kiss you once again. One that’s a vast change from the devouring one he’d just given you, this one slow and oh so passionate. One that builds the burn in your chest so agonizingly slow, one that your body completely melts into and you become pliant with it. It’s one that effectively distracts you from anything other than his mouth on yours so you definitely don’t feel when Harry’s hand slips down to your core until his finger is nudging it’s way inside of you. 

Your elbows buckle under your weight when the second finger pushes inside of you and immediately curls into that spot deep inside of you that makes you feel like you’re in the stars. The hand wrapped around the back of your neck falls to the middle of your back to keep you steady against his chest as he relentlessly pushes his fingers in and out of you. Your head falls back on a gasp, the kiss breaking as the pleasure coursing through you relieves the fire burning in your lower abdomen even if that coil there is winding and winding. 

The sounds of his fingers moving within you and the noises that are tumbling from your parted lips are absolutely sinful. They make you feel like everything is rushing through you so incredibly fast, aroused beyond belief. High pitched moans are tumbling right out of you from him wiggling his fingers around your spongy walls- to low throaty groans when he curls them up to graze over that spot deep inside you. All the noises mixed together could give the best of porn stars a run for their money. Your vision is clouding and you’re so unbearably hot, sweat is trailing down your spine and over your chest. 

“Kiss me,” Harry groans, “Now.” 

And who are you to deny him? 

When you tilt your head forward you catch a glimpse of his, absolutely, wrecked expression just before your eyes slip closed and you kiss him with all that you can. It’s hard to do though, your jaw has gone completely slack and all you can truly do is breath heavily against his mouth. The onslaught of his fingers is making it so incredibly hard to breathe properly, your chest heaving with moans exuding from your parted lips. Harry happily swallows your moans though as he keeps his mouth greedily attached to yours. 

That is until he pushes his fingers in as deep as he can get them and holds them there to press his thumb down onto your clit. You nearly scream out at the contact, a gasp leaving you so forcefully that it feels like you’ve been punched in the chest. Your head drops down to Harry’s shoulder; your leg on the ground feeling like it’s going to collapse, the leg around Harry’s hip is slipping, and your knuckles are white where you’re gripping at the edge of the soundboard. Moans are being ripped from you with your labored breathing the more Harry rubs relentless circles into that sensitive bundle of nerves while his fingers stay where they are but curl up to brush against that spot deep inside. Your vision goes a little spotty with the force of pure bliss rushing through your veins. 

You want to touch him so badly, to wrap your hands around him in some way to get him even closer to you- even though he’s already as close as he can be. But you’re positive that if you were to let go of this soundboard you would collapse to the ground. 

“I got you,” Harry murmurs, placing a kiss just below your ear. You whine at his words, his name falling from your lips in a continuous sigh. The way he knows you so well makes you clench desperately around his fingers. “I got you, m’love.”

You collapse forward and onto him, wrapping one arm around his waist and the other over his shoulders, shoving your hand into the hair at the nape of his neck. He sighs out your name when you pull him against you, your skin coming in full contact to mold you together. You roll your hips against his hand so you’re pushing into the thumb rubbing relentlessly at your clit but you also just really want to feel his fingers moving again. 

A strangled moan passes through your parted lips and the fire burning through you is about to make you melt. Harry murmurs something in your ear, you can feel the vibration of it, feel the air of it, but you can’t hear it- blood is rushing through your head so fast you can’t hear anything else. All you are aware of is that your body is tightening up and you’re holding onto your husband with all your might because you’re seconds away from everything just coming undone. 

“Baby, I-“ 

“I know,” Harry breathes, placing heavy kisses to the side of your neck. “Go ahead, baby, come for me. Get m’fingers all wet.”

You groan at his words, the sound of it deep from your throat and you push into his body as you feel everything in yours just let go. 

“Yeah, baby, feel so good ‘round me,” Harry groans, keeping at pushing his fingers inside of you even as you clench around them through your orgasm. “You’re so fucking hot.”

A giggle is punched out of you through a lengthy sigh and it turns into a moan as your orgasm continues to push through you. Your head falls back on your shoulders once again and Harry takes that opportunity to attach his mouth to the exposed skin of your collarbones. You moan desperately, clawing at his back and rolling your hips up into his hand until it all becomes too much and you have to push him away. 

“Oh my god,” you whine, your entirety relaxing and falling limp in your husband’s hold as your climax subsides a bit.

Harry trails kisses up your throat until he’s got his mouth on yours again in a frantic, deep, kiss that’s all tongue and very wet. You both moan into it, your teeth clanking into each other when you both try to deepen the kiss. It’s so messy and uncoordinated that if you didn’t know any better you’d assume it was your first kiss ever. But, you wouldn’t want it any other way. That desperation, that yearning, to be so connected to one another is what keeps you going. 

You cry out a little, the noise happily swallowed by Harry, as he pulls his fingers out of you as carefully as he can. He kisses you through your tiny, blissed out moans, and you feel his wet fingers trail down the leg you have wrapped around him until he gets a good grip on your knee. He’s careful to lower your leg and he makes sure you’re completely steady on your feet before he’s pulling away from you. His hands come up to cradle your face as your body sags against the soundboard now that he’s too far away, which really isn’t that far, to be of support. 

Your chest is still heaving and the way his blown out eyes stare you down, sends a whole new round of tingles through your body- right to the pit of your tummy. There’s a tinge of wonderment behind the lust set ablaze in his eyes and you can just feel the admiration he has for you in his gaze. It makes you flush, your still hot body, only heating up further at it. 

“You make the prettiest of sounds.” He compliments, running his thumbs over your heated cheeks. “The prettiest of melodies to exist.” A kiss to your nose. “Better than anything I could ever create.”

“Harry..” You sigh, your eyes slipping closed at his praise. Your heart stutters in your chest even with how fast it was already beating, your orgasm still trailing through your bloodstream. 

“Got the prettiest wife.”

You smile at him, reaching out to place your hand on his bare chest. His heart is beating wildly under your palm. You go to compliment him, let him know he’s the most handsome husband but he doesn’t give you the chance as he swoops down to shove his tongue into your mouth with a languorous kiss that pulls a moan right out of you. 

“Do you think you got what you needed for the song?” You break away from the kiss with a gasp to ask. Harry is unrelenting with his mouth though, continues on kissing down your jaw- riling you up all over again quickly. 

“No.”

You gasp when he sucks harshly on a spot you know he marked up earlier with how sensitive it is now. You’re quick to thread your fingers through his hair and pull him away from you. He moans, far more riled up than you and you know he’s getting desperate for a release as well. 

“What do you mean, no.”

“I already had my fingers in you when I realized I hadn’t pressed record on my laptop. I wasn’t going to stop.” He huffs, going back for your neck. You instinctually tilt your head to give him room. 

You round your hands on his hips, dipping them into the back of his pants and under his boxes where you grip at his ass to pull him flush up against you. His pretty pink lips part in a gasp as he pulls back to look at you. His eyes are set ablaze and he looks absolutely ravenous. You clench around nothing at the look. 

Pulling at the front of his pants, you look up at him through your lashes, “Good thing you have another way to get even better noises out of me.”

“Fuck,” Harry rasps, his knees buckling a little. “Fuck, I love you so much.”

“You better press record this time,” you whisper as you lick a stripe up the side of his neck until you reach just below his ear, “baby.” And you palm at him over the front of his pants. 

A groan, from deep in his chest, filters out through Harry’s parted lips as he squeezes his eyes shut momentarily. 

He surges forward and places a hard kiss to your lips before pulling away just as quick. “Get your cute ass on that couch, I’ll make sure we get all the sounds, darling.”

With another kiss to your lips, he lets you go so you can get yourself to the couch while he gets his laptop set up correctly to be able to record what audio he needs to. He lets you part with a light smack to your ass and a giggle as he watches you feign hurt at the swat. A giddy feeling rushes through you both at the thought of becoming one entity again. 

As you settle on the couch, you try and get your heart to settle down enough to get your breathing at least a little under control, but the more you watch your beautiful husband fumble around with his recording equipment you know the attempt is futile. You love him so fucking much. You love everything about him. You love the anticipation you feel whenever you look at him and he looks back at you because you know he has just as much love for you as you do for him. You love that everything between the two of you is mutual. 

Just like now, the way he’s looking at you over his shoulder, you know he’s about to worship every inch of you and he knows that you’ll happily return that worship. The small smirk resting on his lips is enough to let you know he’s feeling every bit of rushing emotions that you’re feeling. 

You smile at one another and you know for certain that he’s always going to create something for you, about you, and with you. And you’ll be there to help. 

“Wait, you think my ass is cute?”

The tinkling laughs you both let out make it into the final version of the song, right at the end where it all perfectly fades out. 

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[wishingforloushair]

We All Scream For Ice Cream

Pairing: Louis Tomlinson/Harry Styles

Rating: E

WC: 3k

Summary: When Resident Advisor Liam left his boyfriend Niall, and Niall's roommate Harry in charge of advertising the end of semester ice cream celebration for their hall residents, he should've expected it to end in disaster. Niall created an entirely inappropriate flyer, offering a very different experience than what they were planning to offer. When distributing the flyers, Harry meets Louis, an older student studying Drama, who is far more interested in BJs that doesn't involve Ben and Jerry's.

AKA crack/fluff with a bit of smut, based off of that one viral poster 'BJs in your PJs'

Harry snatched the flyer back off the noticeboard, waving it at Liam. “BJ in your PJs?” he repeated. “What? I’m not giving you a blowjob, Harry,” Liam said, looking slightly affronted. “See?” Harry rounded on Niall. “No one thinks of Ben and Jerry’s when they read BJ.” “Well, they should,” Niall said, snatching the flyer back. “Not everyone is a disgusting heathen like you two.” “It says BJ in your PJs?” Liam asked, sounding aghast. “On all the flyers?” “You told me it was catchy!”

My submission for the @1d-library Valentine's Day Exchange, written for @super--noah's prompt 'Uni AU celebrating exam season being over'

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[indiaalphawhiskey]

✨ Snip Snip Snippet ✨

It was depressingly archaic but even more depressingly true, regardless of how unspoken in high society: an Alpha was only as good as the Omegas he bed, and as far as breeding went, Harry Styles’ pedigree trumped them all.

Publicly losing Harry to any Alpha would be a dramatic blow to Lucien’s social standing. But losing Harry to Louis ‘Silicon Valley’ Tomlinson would be mortifying; an unsalvageable blow to his reign.

It was a terrifyingly cunning plan, if nothing else.

Except, Louis thought then, mouth already poised to ask. Why not just pretend—

“Before you embarrass yourself by asking some other painfully naive question,” Harry cut in, unaffected by the affronted noise Louis let out at the accusation, “no, we can’t just pretend to have slept together.”

Louis raised a brow to cover up his urge to grumble. “Why not?”

“Because he’ll call our bluff if my scent doesn’t change, obviously.”

Louis swallowed harshly against his second squawk of the hour. For someone with such an impeccable reputation for manners and societal politesse (and, frankly, for a virgin), Harry seemed incredibly comfortable with the insinuation that knotting was, apparently, a given in this little revenge fantasy, seeing as that was the only way either of their scents would change enough to be noticeable.

But, it seemed, in the hierarchy of Harry Styles’ priorities, it was ego-shattering justice first, traditional Omega values second. Not exactly at the helm of destroying the patriarchy, but a vast improvement, all things considered.

(Also, Louis was beginning to sweat, realizing the level of detail and strategic thought Harry had managed to exact even whilst in the throes of heartbreak, and in less than twelve hours. Lesson learned: Lucien Astor was far preferable to Harry Styles as an adversary.)

“I'll wear a blocker, of course, because I’m not some common whore,” Harry was saying, mostly to himself now, only looking to Louis for the odd obligatory nod of agreement.

“Of course,” Louis chimed in sarcastically, though Harry could clearly care less.

“—But I’ll take it early enough so that it starts fading right at the end of Economics 302. You can sit by the door, so your scent wafts past him as we leave.” Louis was sure this was the only time he had ever heard Harry even slightly giddy. “It’ll really help him piece two and two together.”

“That is…” Louis said into the following silence, nodding slowly, searching for the right words, “Horrifyingly brilliant.”

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[saintsenara]

Thoughts on Voldermort/Lucius?

thank you very much for the ask, anon!

i back it entirely - indeed, i have a wee bit of lucimort lurking in the wips folder - because it's got the potential to be such a mess.

by which i mean, lucius is clearly one of voldemort's favourite death eaters during the first war - and certainly his favourite from the interconnected elite male social group which makes up the majority of his minions [bellatrix and snape - his other favourites - are exceptions in terms of gender and social class respectively, and they depend more on voldemort's goodwill for their status among the other death eaters to be maintained than someone like lucius would.]

he is implied in canon to be a major source of new recruits for the dark lord - the prince's tale [and the adult snape's relationship with him] suggests that he was the conduit through which snape was recruited, and a plausible case can also be made that he was the person who first introduced voldemort to regulus [although i prefer to imagine that this was bellatrix].

he is also widely known to have been a death eater, which suggests that he took some sort of public-facing role in voldemort's operation - likely one which traded on his social standing and political and financial influence. i find he's often written in first-war fics as reasonably cautious in terms of his public image - less likely to openly indicate his allegiance than characters like rodolphus lestrange - but i think it's always worth emphasising that nobody, even people on the anti-dumbledore side, buys the story that he was under the imperius curse. that he gets off because of his wealth and influence is an open secret - and cornelius fudge says this out loud at the end of goblet of fire:

“Malfoy was cleared!” said Fudge, visibly affronted. “A very old family - donations to excellent causes - ”

all of which means we can suppose that - prior to his downfall in 1981 - lucius was extremely important to voldemort.

and we can also imagine that voldemort was fond of him - and, indeed, we can prove this, since he tells us in deathly hallows that this fondness for lucius made him weak:

To tell Snape why the boy might return would be foolish, of course; it had been a grave mistake to trust Bellatrix and Malfoy: Didn’t their stupidity and carelessness prove how unwise it was ever to trust? 

voldemort is - of course - referring here to the fact that he gave lucius a horcrux to look after. this is an intimacy in and of itself - and it's striking that, of the only two horcruxes he places in a death eater's care, one is given to a woman whose relationship to him is canonically something more than master and servant. that lucius receives the other allows us to suggest the same thing - that his relationship with voldemort was also an intimate one.

but lucius receiving the diary actually suggests an even closer relationship between him and voldemort than that between voldemort and bellatrix - since the diary is evidence of the dark lord's pre-voldemort life.

i'm always struck in order of the phoenix that lucius doesn't bat an eyelid when harry taunts the death eaters waiting for him in the department of mysteries with the fact that voldemort's a half-blood - whereas bellatrix is deeply offended by the suggestion. this is proof - i think - that he knows the truth about [or, at least, understands a reasonably accurate account of] voldemort's origins, and i think we can also assume, given his access to the diary, that this must include voldemort's birth name.

[and - while i think that we're supposed to assume that abraxas malfoy was a death eater and that he's probably a similar age to voldemort, and while i really like the idea that the diary is initially given to abraxas - this would still be the case even if abraxas and voldemort had never set eyes upon each other.]

we know from canon that voldemort is generally extremely cagy about his early life, but that he is nonetheless prepared to reveal certain things about it with people he profoundly trusts - which is why barty crouch jr., for example, knows that he was named after his father. the depth of information about him which lucius is implied by the text to possess can therefore very easily be used to write an intimate relationship between them during the 1970s which sincerely matters to voldemort.

which lucius then utterly destroys.

it's clear from goblet of fire onwards that voldemort is generally furious with the death eaters who pretended to have been under the imperius curse after his disappearance - and that he isn't happy at all about being forced to take these men back into the fold, lest he have no core supporters.

but it's also clear that he's furious at lucius specifically for his failure to come and find him:

“Lucius, my slippery friend,” he whispered, halting before him. “I am told that you have not renounced the old ways, though to the world you present a respectable face. You are still ready to take the lead in a spot of Muggle-torture, I believe? Yet you never tried to find me, Lucius... Your exploits at the Quidditch World Cup were fun, I daresay... but might not your energies have been better directed toward finding and aiding your master?” “My Lord, I was constantly on the alert,” came Lucius Malfoy’s voice swiftly from beneath the hood. “Had there been any sign from you, any whisper of your whereabouts, I would have been at your side immediately, nothing could have prevented me - ” “And yet you ran from my Mark, when a faithful Death Eater sent it into the sky last summer?” said Voldemort lazily, and Mr. Malfoy stopped talking abruptly. “Yes, I know all about that, Lucius... You have disappointed me... I expect more faithful service in the future.”

and voldemort's shattered trust in lucius manifests itself almost at once. while lucius still seems to be favoured by him for most of order of the phoenix, we actually get hints that voldemort sets his tumble down the rankings into motion well before the debacle in the hall of prophecy.

snape tells sirius that lucius malfoy recognises him in padfoot form not only because he enjoys humiliating him, but because he feels safe to do so - evidently, he knows that, even if voldemort was made aware of him revealing this information [harry's standing right there!], the dark lord wouldn't regard it as something he was saying to try and help sirius [and, therefore, evidence that his loyalty to the order is worth investigating] but something he was saying primarily to insult lucius ["you're so careless that even this fucking idiot recognised you."].

similarly, while lucius is evidently the person in charge of the operation in the department of mysteries, it's also clear that bellatrix is there to - to some extent - keep an eye on him.

but most significantly, the information which is most useful to voldemort during order of the phoenix - that harry would do anything to protect sirius - comes to voldemort via narcissa [the person kreacher goes to when sirius orders him out of grimmauld place]. this is a precursor to something the dark lord goes on to do a lot over the course of half-blood prince and deathly hallows - circumvent lucius and use narcissa [and draco] as tools to humiliate [and, specifically, emasculate] him.

the vitriol which voldemort directs towards lucius far exceeds that directed towards any other death eater, even those - yaxley, the carrows, snape - who got off their charges post-1981 by pretending to have renounced him, and those - travers, the lestrange brothers, dolohov - who were captured in the department of mysteries. and his rage can absolutely be written as having been caused by lucius - for whom he felt something and who he assumed reciprocated those feelings - revealing that the whole thing actually meant much less to him.

which gives us some absolutely banging premises for fics.

maybe lucius ends up with voldemort in the first war because abraxas pimps him out - mary and george style - to try and secure the dark lord's favour. maybe his canonical tension with bellatrix is because voldemort plays them off against one another for his physical affections. maybe lucius tries to fuck his way back into voldemort's good books post-resurrection, but finds the dark lord considerably less amenable to this than he was hoping. maybe voldemort's punishment of draco for the sins of his father ends up having a sexual element.

and maybe there's a bit - one languid summer in the late seventies - when it's actually quite sweet. blondes do, after all, have more fun.

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[trillscienceofficer]

I know chat fics aren’t really en vogue anymore but I think someone should write one where tom adds seven to the group chat that he, harry, and b’elanna have. silliness and b7 ensues

help this would be hilarious. I can already imagine B'Elanna being affronted at the addition (& immediately DMing Harry about it). Tom renames the group chat "Delta Flyers" (because all four of them built it) and it does not help. More shenanigans ensue. Whatever Tom's goal was with adding Seven it blows up in his face when eventually she and B'Elanna end up getting closer (& he complains to Harry as well, who for his part is like "enough!! I've had Seven drama to last a lifetime already")... I can picture it so clearly... that's a great prompt!

I'm going to cc @deannastrois on this though because she's the undisputed queen of chat fic to me—anon, have you read you've got my number? It's one of the funniest B7 fics I've ever read, in addition to being a really smart chat fic, and I think you'll love it if you haven't yet.

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[xjustakay]

(8/4) prompt: sweet — 593 words (jegulus dads + harry; cute little family outing)

“Harry, not too far ahead!” Regulus calls over the bustle of the shopping mall’s crowd.

James chuckles at his side, tightening the arm over his shoulders to pull Regulus closer to his side. “I can still see him, he’s alright, love.”

Harry circles back anyway, jerks to a stop a foot ahead of his dads, then starts walking backwards in front of them.

“Can we go to that shop with all the different candy bins?” He asks, green eyes shining delightedly at the prospect.

Regulus quirks a brow. “I thought you wanted ice cream?”

“I do!” Harry insists, nodding instantly. “But could we just go look at the candy?”

“Big brain idea, that,” James jokes. Regulus pinches his side but it only seems to merit a loud laugh from his husband.

“Darling, remember what happened last time you wanted to just look at the candy?” Regulus looks pointedly at their son.

“Yeah, daddy got me a bag of sour gummy worms when you went to get your coffees.”

Regulus’ head whips to his right, glare landing on James just in time to catch the way he winces.

“Mate, that was a secret, I said.” James shakes his head, laughing despite the trouble he’s in.

“Oh.” Harry’s brow furrows over his glasses. “I forgot.”

“Unbelievable,” Regulus grumbles, squirming out from beneath James’ arm around him. 

He ignores James’ affronted noise at being abandoned and instead hurries ahead to step up beside Harry. Regulus holds one hand out for the boy and, with a beaming smile just like his father’s, Harry turns to face forward and clasp Regulus’ hand with his much smaller one.

James comes up on Harry’s other side and Harry copies Regulus before him, outstretching his free hand toward his father. Regulus and James exchange an unhelpable fond look as he takes his hand and swings his little arm in the air.

“No contraband candy today, promise,” James vows.

“What’s a conta-band?” Harry questions.

Regulus snorts, but waves the question off. “You’ll have to pick one or the other, darling. Candy or ice cream?”

“But I like them both, papa,” Harry whines, head dropping backward dramatically.

“Honestly, what are we going to do with that sweet tooth of yours?” Regulus jests, giving his hand a gentle shake.

Harry tilts his head curiously, not unlike a puppy. “Which one is it?”

“Sorry?” Regulus blinks down at him.

“Which one is my sweet tooth?” He asks, baring his teeth obviously afterward.

Regulus’ mouth opens then closes, an incredulous but still amused expression taking over his face. James, bless him, is grinning and ready with an answer when Regulus looks at him for an assist.

“It’s this one. The pointy one up top on the left.” He shows off his teeth, poking his finger into the tooth in question. Impossibly, Regulus has fallen even more in love with him in ten seconds flat.

“Ohhh!” Harry nods then takes to prodding at his own tooth with his tongue.

In the end, Harry picks out a candy he evidently cannot live without. Regulus and James share a cup of ice cream after. It goes from being passed between the two of them to ultimately being left to Harry to finish off anyway. 

James presses a kiss to Regulus’ temple, his cheek, the edge of his mouth. It’s there at the corner of his lips that Regulus notices the grin on his husband’s face. Because James knows that Regulus can be just as weak for their son as he is, no matter how he tries to act otherwise.

#jegulus #starchaser #harry potter #baby harry #i’m so sooooft for them i can’t #love them so much i could die #sweet little family taking over my brain it’s fine #kay’s microfics #kay’s writing #jeggy dads series

[tackytigerfic]

Never have I ever…. There was only one bed!!!!!! pls and thank youuuuu, only if it sparks joy etc etc etc!! 😘

hello, my lovely! thank you so much for the ask.

According to my AO3 tag search, I have written this twice! Once in Dreaming Skies which was co-written by @sweet-s0rr0w (which we are both really fond of, it's a Dron getting together fic set on a dragon reserve in Romania and we got to write so much lovely world-building and magical theory stuff and there's a baby dragon and Draco wears a funny hat lmao)

Apparently I also wrote this in If It Takes All Night but I'm not sure that it works for this trope as such, as they're already having to share a bed because they've been cursed to have to touch each other at all times. So the prospect of any other beds is moot anyway?!

Oh and in Power Lines, before they get together they end up sharing one-bedroom motel rooms (it's an American road trip fic) because Draco is a poor student and is too proud to let Harry pay for separate rooms—how convenient.

I was going to talk about how I'd write this trope now but then remembered I actually have it in my current WIP, a Voldemort-lives wartime AU. They have to move into Harry's room because there isn't space for people to have their own rooms once Malfoy and Potter arrive from another universe. Here's a snip of them in their bed — this is when they're still in the enemy part of their relationship lol. CW for canon-typical violent thoughts ie Harry wanting to punch Draco. They're arguing about the other universe's Malfoy here as Draco thinks Harry has a crush on him.

The bed was soft under Harry’s knees when he landed, fury lending him speed, and he ignored Draco’s shocked inhale and the affronted wriggle of his warm body away from Harry where he leant over him.

“Shut up,” Harry said, and Draco pulled even further back, shoulders pressing into the headboard of the bed. “Shut up about all of it. You haven’t a clue how I feel. He’s my friend, actually, though it makes sense that you wouldn’t get that. You wouldn’t understand.”

“Such good friends that you’re sneaking around behind his boyfriend’s back,” Draco said, and Harry hated the sneering roll of his mouth, and the plump smooth curve of his unblemished cheek, and the warm clean smell of his hair—every part so violently him.

“At least I talk to him. To both of them," Harry said, leaning heavier on the duvet. Draco’s legs splayed awkwardly where he was trying to avoid Harry's weight. “No one else in this whole fucking place is trying to work with them. I’m the only one who sees how much they could help us.”

“Every single time your magic sparks off Potter's, you could be eroding the edges of the world,” Malfoy said. “Though there’ll be no Voldemort if the very fabric of our universe is destroyed, I suppose. One point for Team Reckless.”

Harry hadn’t hit anyone in years, probably not since Draco himself, in school, but he wanted to so badly that he could feel the hopeful tingle of it through his palm, out into the fingertips and collecting in his balled fist. Interrogate the feeling, Bill would say if he were here. Let yourself feel what you need to feel. Harry suspected “violent desire to punch Draco Malfoy right in his smug mouth” was not quite what Bill had in mind, though you never knew with Bill.

“Do you know what it’s like?” Harry said, pressing his hands flat against his own thighs, bearing down into the shifting muscle, grounding himself above Draco’s restless body. “Being me, I mean. Do you know what it’s like?”

“I don’t even know how to answer that,” Draco said. His colour was high in the spill of moonlight, throat swallowing convulsively. “Of course I don’t.”

“Just imagine,” Harry said quietly. From next door came the low sound of laughter. Malfoy had made it to bed, then. “Imagine being in pain all the time, horrible sick-making pain from all the Occlumency. And all the fighting. Years of it, Draco, years and years.” Under his palms he could feel the tremble of exhaustion in the stretch of his leg muscles. He straightened, stretched, then lifted himself up and off Draco so he could flop down onto the bed. The pillow was cool and firm under his hot cheek, and he closed his eyes. After a moment he felt the bed shift as Draco wriggled back down to lying too. The pillow under Harry’s head dipped with the added weight of Draco’s head, and he kept his eyes closed.

#drarry #tacky's fth #asked and answered #never have i ever ask game #thank you dear mama! #lovely to see your name pop up in my inbox #rowing and chatting #dron

[cr-amber]

weekend wip! squeezing this in right before i go to bed lmao

thanks @mayzarbewithyou for the tag!

here's a bit of the drarry coffeeshop fic, technically minor spoilers but all this info is already in the tags on ao3 🤷‍♂️

“I coach a kids’ football team,” he admits.  Something like disbelief flickers across Draco’s face, like he thinks he’s being messed with.

“The muggle sport?” he asks.  

“Yeah,” Harry tells him earnestly.  “I thought about quidditch, probably little league, but I still didn’t really want to be so prominent in the wizarding world.  And I didn’t want to coach all the spoiled kids of parents who would pay thousands to have their precious babies be on Harry Potter’s quidditch team.”  Draco bursts into laughter at that.

“I knew those kids,” he says, grinning.

“You were those kids,” Harry tells him seriously, before erupting into his own fit of giggles.

“I absolutely was not!” Draco shoots back, mock-affronted.  “I wouldn’t pay a single sickle to be on your quidditch team.”  He sniffs, pasting on a haughty look that holds impressively firm.  

“You would have when you were ten,” Harry contradicts, and then Draco is laughing all over again, mask broken by what he knows is the truth.

tagging the homies @crushofdoves @thestarsincapricorn @arakhnee @fruity-individual and anyone else who wants to! sorry it's the very end of the weekend lmao

#my writing #drarry #draco x harry #draco malfoy #harry potter #coffeeshop au #tag game

[iremi678]

FMAB X HP OotP

So this idea has been floating around my head rent free for a while and demanded to be written.

“Now.” The toad continues after trying to shove her bullshit down their throats. “If there are no questions, you may begin to read chapter one.”

Ed raises his hand at the same time as Hermione.

“Yes Mr. Elric” She calls on him, deliberately ignoring Hermione. Ed’s sure she’ll come to regret that.

“I’m curious, is there going to be a practical portion of class?”

“Of course not!” She exclaims, affronted by the very idea of actually learning something useful.

“Then the only material that will be covered is in the book?”

“Yes. The ministry feels there is no need to teach you something so dangerous.”

“I’ll be sure to inform the Fuhrer of this. I’m sure he’ll be very interested in the Ministries method of teaching.”

She has the nerve to look proud of herself.

“Especially since the ministry seems to be hellbent on sabotaging your next generation.” That wiped the grin off her face. Ed gives her a smug smile.

“Why- why I’d never!” She exclaims indignantly at the accusation.

Ed lounges back and gives his best imitation of Mustang’s, you poor stupid person look. And seeing he’s often on the receiving end of it, there is a lot of source material to pull from.

“Your ministry is knowingly and intentionally ensuring the students have no way to protect themselves.”

“And what, Mr. Elric, would they need to defend themselves from?”

It’s a dare. She’s trying to bait him into saying Lord Asshat is back. But Ed has played this game too often to take the bait when it doesn’t benefit him in any way.

Harry, however, hasn’t learned that lesson yet.

“Oh I don’t know?” Harry interrupts, and Ed just wants to bang his head against a wall at the boy’s stupidity. “Voldemort?”

The toad's face turns this interesting shade of reddish purple that’s very unflattering. Well-- more unflattering than her normal face at least. “How dare you spread such lies and slander. Detention Mr. Potter. You are perfectly safe, the ministry will not tolerate such lies.” “Then I suppose Cedric dropped dead of his own accord.” Ed suppressed a groan, why does Harry insist on digging himself into a bigger hole? It may be hypocritical considering how often he’s done the same, but at least he either outranks the asshole, or they’re too terrified of him, Mustang or both of them to do anything. The first person who gave him trouble when he first joined was suddenly arrested for corruption.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out how that happened. But Harry has none of these and is only going to make things worse for himself. 

“What happened to Mr. Diggory was a tradg-”

“It was murder!”

“Not to interrupt” Ed breaks in before things get any more heated. “But the danger I was referring to wasn’t lord what’s his face.”

“There is nothing you need to be afraid of Mr. Elric. The ministry is perfectly capable of protecting you and the students.” “So you plan to assign every student a bodyguard?” He mockingly raises an eyebrow at her. “I wasn’t aware you had such resources.”

“Why ever would we do that?”

“Well, that’s the only conceivable way I can imagine the ministry being able to protect students who aren’t allowed to defend themselves.”

“I’ve told you repeatedly Mr.Elric” Her irritation leaking into her voice. “That there is nothing you need to worry about.”

“And you seem to forget, Professor, that I am a State Alchemist. Meaning I work for the government, and have done so for years. I’m the one they send to catch the crackpot serial killer of the week. I’m the one they send to other countries to fight their wars. They send me, because I am the best they have. And in all the countries I’ve been to, people tend to be generally horrible to each other. Murder, rape, torture, human experimentation. I’ve seen it all. And if you think the wizarding world is somehow exempt from that, you and the ministry are incredibly naive. But if you want to bury your head in the sand and pretend all is well, then that's your prerogative. It’s not my dumpster fire, I’m returning to Amestris after this year. You’re the ones who’ll have to deal with the inevitable fall out.”

“Detention Mr. Elric!”

Ed leans back and shrugs. “Doesn’t make what I said any less true.”

“I’ll be informing the minister of this.”

“You go right ahead.” He waves off her threat uncaringly. Like Mustang will actually do anything. 

 “I doubt the Fuhrer will be pleased with your attitude.” She tries again, caught off guard by his lack of care.

“Hey it's been almost a week and I haven’t caused obscene amounts of property damage or an international incident yet. The bastard’ll probably make it a national holiday. I can see the headlines now, ‘Hero of the People goes one week without destroying anything, it’s a miracle’ or some such bullshit. You level a mountain once and they’ll never let you live it down.”

“A mountain?”

“It was in the way.”

“Of what?!” She asks incredulously.

“The idiot emperor was tired of people fighting over it, something about mining rights, so he decided if they couldn’t act like adults, then he’d just get rid of the problem. So he asked me to destroy the mountain and make a new city out of the material. No more mountain, no more annoying whining. It also had the added benefit of creating a new trade route.” 

It was also a not so subtle threat to the other clans to keep them in line. Because, ‘do what I tell you to or I’ll call that insane alchemist who destroyed a mountain because I asked him to’, is great motivation to stop dumbasses from getting any ideas. That and the constipated look the bastard got when he realized he couldn’t yell at him about it was fucking hilarious.

#full metal alchemis brotherhood #Harry potter #order of the phenix #Ed was sent to guard Harry #No one is happy about this Mustang is just hoping he doesn't end up with a second country #FMA #FMA X HP

[phdmama]

You Showed Up Just in Time

Okay first, I’m just going to apologize because this one, it’s angsty, pals. In my defense, I’m not being as big of an asshole as I could have been because we do have an open/vaguely hopeful ending.  Mainly, I can’t even tell you how grateful I am to have found some words, to have written something. This is the angsty soulmate vignette I was thinking about (gentle reminder that I prefer people not to finish my vignettes without talking to me first! Thank you so much for your understanding).

~1800 Words. pre-Drarry. Teen. Brief mention of Harry/OMC. cw: Mention of blood and major bodily injuries, harm to Harry and others. Pretty much SOOC. 

10 Years Prior

Soulmates are a thing, it turns out. No one ever thought to tell Harry about this, so when he wakes up on his 18th birthday day with a mark on his wrist, he thinks at first that maybe he’d just had too much to drink the night before, gotten up to something with a stranger who’d been a little rough.

Okay, that part is true, obviously. 

Harry yawns and stretches, relishing the twinge in his lower back, grinning to himself as he remembers how, exactly, he got that ache. It was a good night. That’s when he spots the mark and frowns, pokes at it a bit. It doesn’t hurt, doesn’t look like a bruise, or even a curse mark (not that Harry’s really seen those, he hasn’t finished the Dark Arts portion of Auror Training, but still, it doesn’t look evil). 

It’s kind of an oval. Shades of grey that make it look almost like a stormcloud. Maybe four centimetres wide, it covers the delicate skin of his inner wrist. It’s… muted, almost, Harry thinks, poking at it again. He can see the faint tracing of the blue of his veins underneath. So, Harry shrugs it off, and wanders down to the kitchen for Morning After Breakfast, as he and Ron have taken to calling it.

Ron’s already up, sausages sizzling in one pan while another heats up for the eggs he’s briskly whisking, and he gives Harry a knowing smirk over his shoulder as Harry slouches into the kitchen.

“So,” he says finally. 

Harry snorts, pours himself a cup of the coffee that Ron insists is an affront to all wizarding kind. It’s not that Ron doesn’t like coffee, he just hates the way Harry makes it. Harry sips and makes a face. Okay, maybe prepping the coffee the night before while utterly shitfaced is not a recipe for the best coffee, but whatever. It’s coffee. He peers over the rim of his cup at Ron’s expectant face.

“So, what?” Harry asks, knowing exactly what Ron wants to hear.

“You and McDavid certainly seemed… cosy last night.”

Harry snickers. “That’s one way to put it.”

Ron laughs. “Well, happy birthday to you.”

Suddenly Ron’s eyes narrow and Harry realizes, he’s just seen the mark on Harry’s wrist. Ron sucks in a breath, drops the bowl onto the counter with a clatter, where it teeters dangerously close to the edge until he pushes it to safety. He reaches out, grabs Harry’s arm and yanks it up so he can look at the mark more closely.

“Oh, Harry,” he breathes and traces lightly over the mark. “You got it.”

“Yeah, what the hell is that?” Harry asks and Ron blinks at him.

“It’s your soulmark,” Ron says slowly.

“That doesn’t help,” Harry says, stomach sinking as he realizes that yet again, here’s an important piece of information about how things work in the wizarding world that he doesn’t know. “What’s a soulmark?”

Ron lets go of Harry’s arm and drops into a chair, kicks out the one opposite him, and just watches Harry as he slowly sits down. Ron knows exactly how Harry feels in these moments. They’ve been through this before.

“Your soulmark appears on your 18th birthday,” Ron begins. “It represents…” His voice trails off as he’s clearly trying to figure out how to put whatever this is into words. “It represents the person you have a soulbond with. Yours isn’t activated yet.”

Harry just blinks at him. “So, this is like, my fated person?”

“Sort of...” Ron runs a hand through his hair. “Soulbond relationships can take a lot of different forms. Usually, they’re romantic, but not always. Mainly, it’s the person who’s the best complement to you. Like, it’s the person who pushes you to be better, to be the best person you can be.”

Harry swallows. “Do you have one?”

Ron nods and then gets to his feet, moves closer and pulls down the elastic waist of his joggers. There, on his hip, is a mark similar in size and shape to Harry’s, but the colours are vivid and saturated, deep blues that shift and swirl into a rich purple. There’s something about it that feels almost familiar to Harry and then it clicks.

“Hermione?”

Ron nods. “Yeah. Hers came in before mine, so it didn’t activate until mine came in. Mine appeared like this.”

“What does that mean? Activated?”

Ron steps back over to the counter and picks up the eggs, dumps them into the hot skillet and pokes at the sausages.

“Soulmark magic is weird,” he says finally. “Like, no one really understands it. I’m pretty sure they’ve been working on it in the Department of Mysteries for like, a thousand years, but still. No one really knows why soulmarks activate. Sometimes they come in like that. Sometimes it’s when you meet the person, if you haven’t already. Sometimes though, you might already know the person, but you’re not ready for them.”

“Not ready for them?” Harry accepts the plate with a nod, passes Ron the butter after he sits back down.

“Yeah, no one really knows,” Ron says through a mouthful of eggs. “That’s definitely more rare, but it does happen.”

“What if it never activates?” Harry asks curiously and is surprised at the expression on Ron’s face.

“That can happen,” he says finally. “Like, if your soulbond dies before you meet or are ready, they say your mark, like, activates and then goes out, and it’s like. It’s really awful, I guess.”

“Huh,” Harry says, and then shakes his wrist at Ron. “So, what does this mean? That I haven’t met them yet?”

Ron grins, good humour apparently restored. “How the hell would I know, mate? It just means that whoever it is, it’s not the right time.”

Current Day

This was supposed to have been an easy arrest. Their intel had said there were only two members of this neo-Death Eater group on-site, and no weaponry or defence had been observed. The rest of the group had been taken down in Scotland this morning but these two, the ones left behind, are, by all reports, the leaders of this group. Harry knows it’s critical that they be stopped. But nothing in their histories, nothing in any of the information Harry’s seen or gathered himself suggested the possibility of this.

Harry’s on his back. He’d been first through the door, as team lead, and he’d been thrown the farthest, landing in the dirt. He’d blacked out, for who knows how long, but now he’s awake, on his back in the dirt. 

All around him, it’s quiet. The smoking remains of the house are off to his left, and he can see on the lawn, the bodies of Shannon and Daveed, far too still, lying where they’d fallen when the curse had exploded. It’s been long enough that the ringing in his ears from the blast has subsided, and the only thing Harry hears is the crackling of the burning house. He coughs and tastes blood in his mouth. This is bad.

Harry lifts his arm to reach for his emergency beacon and cries out at the sudden, shocking pain that engulfs him. His arm drops back into the dirt and he tries to catch his breath. This is really bad. 

He has to activate the beacon, and he has to do it now. He has no idea if Shannon and Daveed are even alive, and he’s got no illusions about how badly he himself is hurt, but if he’s to have any chance at all, if any of them are to have any chance at all, he’s got to activate the beacon now.

The pain is overwhelming, sucking the air from his lungs but finally, Harry manages to reach the beacon pinned to his chest. He can’t actually feel his hands anymore, can’t tell if he’s managed to achieve the pressure necessary to send the alert. Once more, his arm drops back onto the ground. Harry stares up at the sky and hopes it was enough.

Time passes, becomes meaningless as Harry lies in there in the dirt, staring up at the blue, blue sky. It’s a beautiful day. He wishes he could feel the warmth of the sun on his face or the soft dirt under his hand, but there’s nothing now. Not even pain.

One day they’ll tell him how the Auror-On-Duty had stepped out for tea when Harry’s beacon alerted. How it had taken them far too long to notice and call in the Emergency Parahealer Response Team. How by the time they’d arrived, Harry had been almost gone. 

But all Harry knows right now is that it’s quiet. The sun is shining and he’s on his back in the dirt with the taste of blood in his mouth. I’m sorry, he thinks helplessly. He doesn’t even know who he’s apologizing to. I thought I’d have more time. He manages to turn his head and before his eyes close, he sees that there’s a garden next to the house, filled with spring flowers in bloom. Beautiful, he thinks, they’re so beautiful, and then— his eyes close. 

He’s been drifting for some time when there’s the pop of someone apparating in. There are faint shouts in the distance but it’s not until he hears the sound of a familiar voice that he manages to open his eyes.

It’s Malfoy, and he looks terrible, Harry thinks vaguely. Malfoy is shouting frantically over his shoulder and then casting charm after charm at Harry. Harry’s seen this enough times to know that Malfoy’s trying to get him stabilized enough for transport. 

“I’ve got you,” Malfoy says again and again. “Just, fucking hang on, Potter. I’ve got you,” and Harry tries to smile, to let Malfoy know that it’s okay. “Okay, we’re going to get you onto the backboard,” Malfoy says and moves into position. 

Harry’s not sure who’s at his feet, but he can’t feel them anyway so he thinks maybe it doesn’t really matter as they shift him quickly onto the stretcher. Even with the stabilizing charms, it’s agonizing and Harry hears a broken cry, realizes it’s coming from him.

“I know,” Malfoy says, and then again. “I know, I’ve got you.” 

He leans over and grabs Harry’s wrist in preparation to transport him and as he does, there’s a flash of something that isn’t pain at all, emanating from the spot where Malfoy’s thumb is pressing against the thin skin of Harry’s wrist, right on his soul mark. Malfoy visibly jolts and stares at Harry, eyes wide, even as he reaches to activate the emergency Portkey. 

The last thing Harry hears before he’s dragged under is Malfoy’s voice.

“What the fuck?”

#my writing #a beginning of sorts? #Drarry #well Drarry to be #a wee bit angsty my pals

[loop-deloo]

new york times

Ah! down to the wire, i got pulled into the late shift last minute but i made it!! (damn i’m rly loving harry recently)

very not proofread, apologies!

for prompt “thirst”  @wolfstarmicrofic

“Harry,” comes his godfather’s voice from the sitting room.

Harry ambles in from the kitchen. Sirius looks up from his paper. Harry’s eyes flick over questioningly to Remus, who looks just as confused (intrigued) as Harry.

“I’m reading the New York Times,” Why is Sirius reading the New York Times? They live in bloody London. Why was he reading muggle newspapers at all? Harry tunes back into what Sirius was asking him, “—article. Anyway, what’s a thirst trap?”

Harry goes bright red for half a second before he bursts out laughing. Sirius looks affronted which only makes Harry laugh harder. It takes several minutes before he catches his breath. 

But not for long because then, from the other end of the couch, Remus mutters, “Sirius, honestly.”

#wolfstar microfic #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #harry potter #new york times #thirst

[enigmaticemperor]

Long story short, last month was HECTIC and I'm surprised I could even write a handful of fics for @hinnyfest November 2k22. Over the past few months, I discovered that I really loved writing and I'd like to continue using those Hinny prompts to write more one-shots, if it's ok with everyone. Here's prompt #2: "I did something bad...."

Harry ran as fast as his legs could take him, eager to get far away from the dark, gloomy dungeons. He didn’t fancy staying there one more second. And he would bet his Firebolt that Snape didn’t want him to either.

Pain seared through his skull, and he clutched his scar. Headaches have been more frequent recently. With Umbridge banning him from Quidditch, finding out about the DA, even more closely patrolling all owls and floos, and Occlumency lessons from Snape, nothing seemed appealing anymore. He was waiting for the year to end to finally be rid of the old toad and be with Sirius. 

Considering the fate of all their Defence against the Dark Arts professors, he doubted Umbridge would be back next year, and he could get back to Quidditch.

He turned sharply into one of the tapestries, keeping a lookout for Peeves. The moment he stepped out, something, or rather, someone, bumped into him. 

Harry stumbled backwards but regained footing and caught the person by the arm.

“Hey, watch where you’re - ”

“Sorry - ” 

He could recognise that voice even in the dark, and he pulled them back into the tapestry.

“Harry? Is that you?” Ginny lit her wand. Now that he could see her face, she wasn’t scared. Instead, her face was flushed, and it looked like she was holding back laughter.

“Yes,” he whispered, “How come I found you running away?”

Ginny acted affronted and said, “Excuse me, Harry, but Ginny Weasley doesn’t run away.”

Harry smiled teasingly. They became very close after she brought him out of his brooding, and he felt like a prat for making her feel like what she went through was nothing. He apologised, and it was then he found out how much fun she actually was and how much he enjoyed her company.

“Well, what do you call what you’re doing now? Keeping distance from the evidence?”

This was another thing he found out. Ginny had impeccable taste in mischief.

“Something like that,” she smirked and peeked out of the tapestry. She immediately stepped back on Harry’s toes, but he didn’t make a sound. 

Filch’s voice could be heard. “Who did that? Who did that to poor Madam Dolores? I’ll chain you by the wrists when I see you. Pity the old punishments aren’t around anymore. Sniff ‘em out, Mrs Norris. We’ll find them.”

Harry and Ginny were chuckling silently, and he asked, “What did you do?”

Ginny bit her lip, and now Harry was even more intrigued. She looked so bloody adorable like that. What was he thinking? He pushed that thought away.

“I did something bad, Harry.”

“Anything done to that old toad isn’t bad.”

“Oh, I know,” she said darkly, “but this is something I haven’t done before.”

“So?”

Ginny’s chocolate brown eyes twinkled as she said, “There’s a portable swamp outside her office.”

Harry smirked, “A portable swamp? That’s weak, Weasley.”

“Not if the office is flooded,” she said.

Harry looked at her admiringly, and she blushed, but she went on, “And she’s a canary now.”

The first word that came out of Harry’s mouth was, “How?”

Ginny looked confused, “What do you mean how?”

Harry nervously tried to explain what he meant. He didn’t want her to understand it the wrong way. 

“I know you’re really good, but how did you pull off all these without Umbridge catching you?” 

“That will remain a mystery, Mr Potter,” she smiled and brushed some seaweed off her shirt.

“You threw a dungbomb outside her office, she came out, you slipped a canary cream in her tea, she squeaked for Snape, you flooded her office, came out, dropped a portable swamp and now are running away from Filch,” he guessed.

Ginny’s jaw dropped. “How did you know?”

“I know you.”

She poked him in the side, “Tell me.”

“That will remain a mystery, Miss Weasley,” he grinned.

She pouted, and he couldn’t resist that, “I have the map, and you asked me for the cloak after lunch.”

“Still, you couldn’t have found out the rest with them. You’re going to be an amazing Auror, Harry.”

His eyes were downcast, and he looked defeated when he said, “Not if Umbridge has anything to say about it.”

“The old pink monstrosity will be gone after this year ends. You will become an Auror if that’s what you want to be. And McGonagall will help you from what I heard from Ron,” she said supportively, her hand on his arm.

He swelled with happiness that someone believed in him, and Ginny felt that she was getting to him and was happy that he didn’t shy away from her touch.

“Thanks,” he said shyly, picking at his robes.

They looked at each other for a moment, which was rudely interrupted by Filch’s voice echoing in another corridor.

“Well, we must get going,” she said. She ignored both of their red faces, pulled out the invisibility cloak and handed it to Harry. He draped it over both of them, and they silently and stealthily made their way out of the tapestry and towards Gryffindor Tower.

They reached the portrait of the Fat Lady and were let in after Ginny whispered the password, and Harry poked his head out of the cloak.

Once they were in, Harry said, that irresistible smirk on his face, “That is bad, Gin.”

“Oh, I did something bad, Harry,” she said smiling, “but why’s it feel so good?”

“Because it’s Umbridge?” he suggested.

“Maybe it is. Goodnight, Harry.” She walked up the stairs slowly, not wanting the moment to end.

“Goodnight, Gin,” Harry smiled. “Maybe call me the next time, yeah?”

“Sure. Next time will be bigger, and I’ll need your help,” she beamed, brushing her hair out of her face.

“Oh, I thought Ginny Weasley didn’t need any help,” he teased, hands in his pockets.

“I’ll make an exception for you, Harry.” She made her way up the stairs, now a spring in her step and Harry couldn’t help but think that at least something good would come of this year.

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Also, I have compiled all my one-shots written so far for Hinnyfest November 2k22 on ff.net

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Vampire Louis 

🩸Bite me (5k) // by orphan_account

Louis is a vampire and Harry is a human who plays hard to get. Top!Louis ladies and gentlemen

🩸a moth to your flame *need ao3 account to read* (9k)  // by sarcasticfluentry

Harry attends a Halloween party with his vampire boyfriend Louis and gets more than he bargained for.

🩸let me outshine the moon (9k) // by sarcasticfluentry

“Fuck,” echoes Liam, shaking his head at them with a small smile on his face. “Just don’t get yourselves killed.”

“You can come too, if you want,” says Niall, standing up.

“I wouldn’t be caught dead at a vampire bar,” Liam scoffs, standing up as well. “Wait. Fuck.”

...or, boarding school students Niall and Harry chance a trip to the local vampire bar.

🩸I Wanna Thrill You Tonight (10k) // by orphan_account

"What does that have to do with my being a virgin?"

"Virgin blood is the sweetest of all."

Or the one where Louis is a vampire, and things don't go as expected.

🩸All you can eat (17k) // by harrysprostate

“You didn’t deny thinking about me while watching porn either, though.” Harry smiled and brushed his curls to the side before leaning over the desk so he was closer to Louis. “Do you stroke your big cock to those corny student teacher porn videos? Do you get mad when you watch? Because god, it’s so fucking cheesy. But you can’t help the way you start to come when the student starts moaning, ‘Ugh fuck professor fuck me.’ Because somehow it’s hot, and maybe it’s hot because you want to hear a certain student moaning professor while you fuck them over your desk. Now isn’t that right, Professor Tomlinson?”

~ or the one where human harry seduces his hot teacher professor tomlinson, who happens to be a vampire ~

🩸A Real Boy (32k) // by Centa0592

Harry is a college student who is forced to live with his dad in Portland. Louis is a vampire, who's in Portland to catch a hunter. They meet, drama ensues, they fall in love and this is their story.

Or

The not so Twilight fic where Harry falls hopelessly in love with vampire Louis Tomlinson .

🩸Legends Are Real (101k) // by LovelyBlue

Legends: A popularized myth told in modern times, usually thought untrue. Harry Styles is one of those myths. The last of his species, he survived the massacre of his race and adapted to the modern times. But ever since Harry can remember his mother would tell him stories, legends of creatures, who she called The Blue Eyes, more commonly known as the Undead or Vampires. Harry was fascinated by the creatures of the legends. However they were believed to be extinct much like Harry’s species but he never lost hope. He knew they were out there.

Vampire Harry

🩸all the quirks in the whole wide world (1k) // by freethedoncastertwo

In between grooming his bat wings and avoiding garlic shells, it’s possible that Harry has fallen totally in love with Louis. (It’s a good thing that Louis seems to like him too.)

🩸Dance along to the beat of your heart (3k) // by TheShipofHope

Since his family has been cold-bloodedly slaughtered by vampires, Louis has been hunting them, wanting to take every single one of them down. When he hears people talk about a mysterious Harry with white pale skin, he knows he has found another victim. But is Harry completely what Louis thinks he is? And doesn't it get time that Louis finally moves one, that he ends his career as a hunter?

🩸Burning in the light (your eyes) (3k) // by TheShipofHope

Louis learns how to live with Harry, learns how to love Harry. Harry has known all along how to love Louis.

*

Sequel; read the first part first please.

🩸Beauty in Bedlam (7k) // by fanshae

“You’re not a vampire,” Louis scoffs. He’s never seen anyone less vampire-like in his life. The man is wearing gold boots for christ’s sake. Sparkly gold boots.

“Louis,” Liam hisses, looking mortified.

“What?” Louis asks, affronted. “He can’t be a vampire! He’s...dimpling!” Curly-apparently-Harry the vampire wannabe is indeed dimpling and looking entirely too amused for Louis’ liking.

“Vampires aren’t allowed to have dimples?” Harry asks, bemused.

“The dimples are just the first thing on the list, mate,” Louis assures him.

Vampire Louis & Harry

🩸and i’ll find your lips in the streets lights *need ao3 account to read* (4k) // by nooelgallagher

“Do you always ramble when you talk, Curly?” he asks, leaning against the kitchen island that sort of sticks out into the entry to the flat.

“I'm Harry.”

“So you said.” Louis’ grin gets wider.

Harry blushes. Fuck, he was so much smoother as a human. And who knew vampires could still blush. He's never seen Liam blush. He's the lucky enigma it seems.

“I'm, uh. Gonna go… In my room.” Harry points vaguely in the direction of his bedroom. “Make yourself at home. There's blood in the fridge. And other snacks. And things. Help yourself. I’ll leave you to get, you know, settled.”

Louis smiles even bigger at that. “I was actually gonna go out,” he says. “It's been ages since I've gone dancing. Are you up for it, Curly?”

Or, Harry is a newbie vampire who hasn't fully gotten the hang of the whole afterlife thing, but Louis might be just what he needs.

🩸Strangers In The Night (9k) / by kingofeverything

Louis never thought he’d meet his soulmate. Harry never thought he’d meet a vampire.

🩸You’ve got me running from the daylight (15k) // by Bright_Life_Lights

If there was one thing that Louis had never, ever wanted in his whole vampire life, it was having to protect a bratty newborn from five fucking vampire clans. Too bad he got stuck with the assignment anyway.

Or the one where Harry and Louis are both vampires and acting like assholes towards each other until at some point they can't anymore.

🩸Run and I’ll Give Chase (24k) // by orphan_account

“You go out every night and maybe you’re able to drink without hurting anyone, but you’re still thirsty, aren’t you? Still have an itch you can’t scratch. A need you can’t put a name to. You desire a companion.”

“You mean a keeper?” Harry corrects with venom in his voice. “Someone to put a leash on me.”

“Wouldn’t need a leash, love.” Louis whispers sensually, and he is suddenly behind Harry, too fast for his eyes to keep track of. “You’re practically pliant just by being in my presence. Of course, if you’re into that sort of thing, I could always get you a lovely collar with a matching leash once you decide to take me up on my offer.”

Or, Harry is a fledgling vampire without a maker. Louis is graciously offering to fill that role.

🩸Once in a Lifetime (26k) // by trulymadlylarry

Louis doesn't kill innocent people. He kills the unwanted criminals, outcasts, and poor beggars who won't be missed. After more than two hundred years of vampiric life, he doesn't feel guilt or regret anymore. But then he meets his next victim: a young, green-eyed stripper named Harry.

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