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folklvrsworld · 1 year

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forget me, not ♧

pairing: harry james potter x fem! reader

warnings: very angsty, argument, memory loss, drinking, a little cussing, kissing

summary: au where the wizarding world is under a curse where each witch/wizard that turns 18 loses all their memories and have to start a new life. takes place after the second wizarding war.

song: arcade - duncan lawrence

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The one thing I hate about being a witch is that once you turn 18, all your memories with your friends and partner will be gone. As they say, it is a marking of being an adult. Searching for a new life partner, and focusing on your work.

Everyone hates it. Everyone wants to get rid of the stupid curse. But no one can. It has been done since thousands of years ago, and it cannot be undone.

That is why, some people intend to make the best out of their lives before their memories are gone. Make millions of memories with friends, finding a true love, and pretending turning 18 is nothing more than getting older.

But others, choose to lock themselves up. Intending to find happiness and start a life after they've turned 18. Not making any friends, let alone a partner. So they didn't have anything to lose.

As for me, I wanted to lock myself up. The idea of not wasting my time finding friends and a partner who I won't remember, sounded like a good plan to me. But then, it all changed when I went to Hogwarts.

I befriended everyone. I knew everyone. You could even say I became the social butterfly of Hogwarts. I wasn't planning to be one, but from the minute I entered the castle, I just couldn't let myself spend seven years alone.

But most importantly, I found a person who could light up my world in just a second. A person who could make me smile, even in the darkest times. A person who would make me feel safe, even if the world was crumbling beneath my feet.

Harry was the light of my life. We got together at fourth year, with a few bumps here and there, we made it until the end. But after the war ended, we got into a pretty big argument, which made us split.

---- Two Months Ago ----

"What did you just say?" I furrowed my eyebrows angrily, after hearing what he said.

"I'm just saying! Maybe it's better for us to leave now than to experience the pain then. Besides, July is–"

"Two months away, which is still a good amount of time, if you ask me!" I yelled in frustration.

We were in Grimauld Place, we moved in together after the war ended. It was really lovely at first. Getting to live with your boyfriend, spending every hour with him and all.

But these past few weeks, Harry had been really distant from me. He always went out to go somewhere, he told me he was going to the Weasleys—but why did he went every single day.

When he got home today, it was like the usual. We had dinner together, then we relaxed a bit by the fireplace, telling each other how our day went. But then, he suddenly said he wanted to move out.

He claimed that the day both of us will turn 18 is coming very soon. And it would be better for us to separate now then to endure the pain later. That is true, both our birthdays are in July. I'm at the start of the month and he's at the end. But that wasn't a valid excuse for a break up.

"Look, I know you're mad—"

"I'm bloody furious, Harry! So what if it's two months away?! The thing we should be doing is cherish these moments together, make memories, have a good life. Not breaking up!"

"But experiencing memory loss when we're at our highest point, isn't any better, Y/N!" he exclaimed, "Especially for me, since your birthday is earlier and I'll have to wait for 29 godamn days before I lose mine."

He dropped down on the couch with his hands on his face, clearly stressed out. He meant well. I know this is going to be very hard for both of us, especially him. But I wasn't ready to let go.

"Don't think I want any of this, love. I really, really don't." he looked up at me and shrugged, "But what can we do? We knew this was coming."

"Love?" I accidentally blurted out, "If you love me then you would stay here with me and be with each other until our final days! If you love me then you would fight for what we have build since fourth year, not leave me alone in the dark!"

"Y/N, I do love you, you know tha–"

"If you love me then you would fucking tell me where you went everyday, because I know damn well you're not going to the Weasleys."

Anger was slowly building up inside me, "And for all I know, you could be meeting up with another girl."

He stared up at me for a couple of seconds, before slowly standing up. "So that's what you think?"

I nodded my head. "Yes. You're not denying."

He chuckled. An angry chuckle. He took a deep nasty breath, before looking at me in the eyes. His eyes which were once filled with love and kindness, now filled with anger and disappointment.

"You wanna know where I was? Fine." he went to a desk and pulled out a bunch of papers, shoving it into my hands, "Read."

I looked down at the papers and did as he told. It was job applications. Turns out he had been going to the ministry, trying to get a job as an auror. Something he had always dreamed of.

"Harry I–"

"No, you listen. I have been trying to get a job so I can provide us with what we need. I have been planning to buy you a house so once we lose our memories, so you have somewhere to stay." he growled.

"But what did you accuse me as? A cheater."

A big part of me felt guiltier than ever. I didn't mean to accuse him of such a thing, if I knew what he was up to, I would be overwhelmed. But a small part of me was also angry. Angry that he didn't tell me about it, resulting in this big fight.

In the heat of the moment, instead of saying sorry, I accidentally let my anger side off.

"Well how the fuck was I suppose to know!? You go out everyday before I even woke up, everytime you get home you're often pissed at me, and your excuse was the Weasleys!"

"If you had told me sooner, none of this would've happened—"

"Oh so it's my fault, when all I was trying to do was give you a nice surprise!?" he raised his voice even more.

The fight went on for what felt like hours. We were both angry, we were both disappointed at each other, we both thought ourselves were to blame. But we couldn't seem to stop.

"You know what. You wanna leave? Then leave. Who knows, maybe you'll find someone out there who can keep you company while I lose my memories." I scoffed.

He breathed out heavily, with his fists and jaw clenched, staring at me with the deadliest eyes ever. "Fine. I will. Grimauld place is yours. And if you care—this time, I'm really going to the Weasleys."

The next thing I knew, he packed all of his stuff and apparated. He even left his promise ring at what used to be our room. That's when I knew, I've lost him, forever.

---- Present Time ----

I fiddled with my ring as I remember the fight that caused all this, then his ring which I wore on top of mine. I couldn't help but think, that if I had just said sorry, none of this would've happened. He would still be here with me.

"Y/N/N? Y/N! Earth to Y/N..."

I finally snapped back to reality and shook my head, "Hm? What? Sorry, I dozed off a bit. Don't worry, it's not my memories. Besides I still got–" I looked at the clock, "Three hours until midnight."

"Don't remind me." Hermione groaned, "I just can't believe this is really happening. I'm going to lose my bestfriend.."

I sighed deeply and grabbed her hands, "Oh 'Mione, don't say that..Who knows, maybe we'll find our way back to each other one day. Besides, I work at the ministry."

What better way to spend your last hours of remembering your childhood with your bestest friend. Even if Harry and I broke off two months ago, Hermione and I are still friends. So, we decided to go out and drink a bit before I'm completely gone.

"Have you heard any news on Draco?" I asked, Hermione seemed to go a little uneasy at the question. I don't blame her, Draco was her ex lover, and just last month—she lost him.

"Uhm..Blaise said he's still working as a healer, he got an apartment near St. Mungos, everything seems to be going great for him." she smiled sadly.

I sighed and stroked her hand, "I-I'm so sorry Hermione, I shouldn't have asked..."

"No, it's alright. Really." she smiled.

Subconsciously, I continued fiddling with the rings. It's the only thing that made me feel like he's still here with me. "You're thinking about him aren't you..?" she asked.

"Him who?"

"Oh come on, Y/N/N. We both know who I'm talking about." she sighed, "I could ask Ron how he's doing, but he doesn't remember me."

I gulped and took my hand out from under the table, bluntly staring at the rings, "I just wished he would be here one last time, before I completely go blank."

"I mean—its mad, right? The only thing we lose are memories with our childhood friends and our childhood partner. Everything else stays the same."

"Yeah...but at least we won't forget about magic, that would've been a hundred times worse." she chuckled lightly.

"I should get going, after all these years I still have curfew." she groaned, "Are you gonna be alright on your own?"

I nodded my head and smiled, "Yes, Hermione. It's alright. Go, you don't want to be grounded."

She stood up and I did as well, before pulling her in for the tightest hug ever. I'm going to miss her. So so much.

"I'll miss you, Y/N." she sniffled.

"I'll miss you too, Hermione. Take care, yeah?" I stroked her back comfortingly.

After she left, I stayed at the bar for a couple more drinks. Since I'm a pureblood, I won't get drunk, which is a huge perk. Time went by, I looked at the clock again. 11 PM. One hour until midnight.

I decided it was enough drinking for tonight. I walked out of the bar and walked slowly, reminiscing the air and my surroundings. That is until it started to rain.

"Just fucking great." I muttered, I didn't have any umbrella with me, so I walked in the rain.

As I walked down the road, I heard footsteps behind me. At first, I thought it was just a stranger walking behind me. But somehow, the footsteps got closer and closer.

So, I turned around, hoping to see Hermione or someone I didn't know.

But turns out...it was him.

"Out here in the rain, are you? Want an umbrella?"

"No thanks, Grimauld place isn't far from here after all." I said, staying still at where I'm standing.

"Are you mad? This is Shaftsbury Avenue.." he chuckled lightly, approaching me.

I rolled my eyes, "Well I was going to apparate, dumbass."

I looked up at a big TV screen and saw that it was 11.55, 5 minutes until midnight. I gulped and stared at the man in front of me. How I wanted to jump into his arms and kiss him right then and there.

"Y/N, listen.."

"No, Harry. You listen." I sighed and approached him, "I'm sorry. I'm so incredibly sorry, for everything I said and did. I should've appreciated what you were doing for me instead of causing a big fight."

"This was all my fault! Truth is, I wasn't ready to let you go. I'm still not ready. And I can't believe in five minutes, I'm not going to know who you are!" I cried out.

"I am so so thankful for you and everything you have done for me, Harry. If I could go back and just apologize, we wouldn't have left with a big fight. Harry, I'm so—" I got cut off by him pulling me closer to him by the waist.

He took off the hood of his jacket, so I can look at his face clearer. He hasn't changed one bit. His beautiful green eyes were filled with love and passion, his lips curled into a warm smile.

"Don't apologize. It was wrong for me to be so suspicious. I shouldn't have used the Weasleys for an excuse. I'm so sorry, my love." he sighed.

My love. He is my love. I am his.

"I love you, Harry. I never stopped loving you. The second you walked out of that door, I regretted everything. I missed you so much."

He cupped my face and stroked it, wiping away my tears and placing a comforting kiss on my nose, "I love you too, Y/N. I will always love you."

- 11.57 -

With that, he leaned in and we kissed like never before. The kiss was filled with love, passion, protection, promise, desire, and sadness at the same time.

It felt like we were the only two people in the world. Standing on the side of the road, head to toe drenched in rain, but we didn't care. We found our way back to each other.

I felt his heartbeat on mine. His lips moved in sync with mine, just like how I remembered it. I felt safer than ever. I felt more comfortable than ever. Finally, I was back with my love.

He interlocked our hands together, his other hand stroking my hair and cheeks. My other hand buried in his hair, just how he liked it.

- 11.58 -

When we couldn't breathe anymore, we pulled away from each other. Still holding each other close, I took off his promise ring from my finger and slipped it onto his finger.

"Wear it. Please. So you'll remember me."

He smiled sadly at it and nodded, "I will, love. I'll never take it off. I promise."

He kissed my head, his ring, and mine. He pulled me in to a tight hug, his head resting on mine, my arms wrapped around his waist, as tears fall down both our faces.

- 11.59 -

He kept whispering reassuring things in my ear, my brain replaying every memory I had of my friends and him. In a minute, it will all be gone.

"We'll find each other in the new life, princess. I know we will. I'll stop at nothing to find you and be with you again."

"Don't forget me, Harry. Not until you lose your memories." I sniffled.

We pulled away from each other and admired each other's faces. Smiling as much as we can, and giving each other gentle pecks.

- 00.00 -

"Happy birthday, my love.."

The clock ding-ed. My mind went blank. I blacked out for half a second, before regaining consciousness and staring at the man in front of me.

"Hello, who are you? Did you need anything?" I asked with a smile.

The man shook his head, "No, you just dropped your umbrella. I was going to give it back to you." he said as he gave me what seemed to be my umbrella.

"Oh, okay. Thank you."

He nodded, "You're welcome. You should go back home, the rain is getting really heavy."

I thanked him once more before turning away and starting to walk. But before I could, I asked him, "Have we met before?"

He chuckled and shrugged, "Maybe we've bumped to each other here and there. It's a small world."

I chuckled as well and nodded, turning away and walked along the road. If I'm being honest, I think I've seen him before. Nevertheless, he was kind of cute.

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thereceptioniststyles · 3 months

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Wandering Hands

We walked into Sonny's diner together, our hands intertwined. My heart was racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness, as I couldn't believe that this moment was finally happening. It was like a dream come true, yet at the same time, it felt almost too good to be true.

As we entered the cozy diner, everything suddenly became real and hit me like a jolt. The smell of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee filled the air, tempting my senses. Our tired waitress greeted us with a weak smile before leading us to a small, secluded booth in the corner.

As we settled into our seats, the comforting warmth of the diner enveloped me like a hug. Harry's deep green eyes bore into mine, his concern noticeable. He could sense my nerves and reached across the table to take my hand in his, providing me with a sense of comfort and support.

I took a deep breath and tried to play it cool, but deep down I couldn't shake off the guilt of breaking up with Beck just to be sitting here at this table with Harry. Was I making the right decision?

"I actually dumped my boyfriend," I finally confessed, unable to keep it inside any longer. Harry's eyebrows furrowed in surprise as he listened intently.

"That's tough," he sympathized, shaking his head slightly as his curly hair fell out of place. "But listen, come over to my place. I have a collection of records and we can just chill if you're into that sort of thing."

Part of me just wanted to crawl into bed and forget about everything, but I had broken up with Beck for Harry so I should at least try to enjoy it, right? And who knows, maybe spending time with him would help me forget about my worries.

"Yeah," I reluctantly agreed. "I think that would be nice. Just to get my mind off things for a bit." Harry nodded in understanding, his hand still holding mine.

Our conversation was interrupted by the waitress taking our order. As Harry quickly scanned through the menu, his emerald eyes flickering back and forth between options, I couldn't help but watch him intently. He settled on pancakes with bacon and without even looking, I ordered the same. Nothing sounded more comforting than a stack of warm, fluffy pancakes.

When our food arrived, it was even better than I could have imagined. The pancakes were perfectly golden brown and the bacon was crispy - a perfect combination of sweet and savory. Despite my protests, Harry insisted on paying for both of us before we left the diner in his SUV.

As we drove the short distance to his apartment, we made small talk but my mind couldn't help but wander to what his place would look like. I had always been curious about where he lived and now I was finally going to see it. My heart skipped a beat as we pulled up to a charming brick building with a "Welcome Home" sign hanging above the door.

We walked into the building and took the stairs up to Harry's apartment on the second floor. As he unlocked the door and let me in, I couldn't help but take in every detail of the space. It was filled with an eclectic mix of records and vintage decor, giving it a cozy yet cool vibe.

I couldn't stifle a smile as Harry showed me around, proud of the space he had created for himself. We settled in on his couch to listen to some music, surrounded by shelves stacked with old records from various artists.

As the evening went on, we talked and laughed while listening to some of our favorite songs. The initial nervousness had faded away and being with Harry felt so natural and effortless. I couldn't believe how much fun I was having just chilling at his apartment.

Harry turned to me, his green eyes curious and inquisitive. "You never told me why you broke up with your boyfriend," he said, his voice laced with concern as he walked in from the kitchen with a glass of water. I stood up to meet his eyes.

I hesitated, unsure if I should reveal the truth. But something about Harry's sincerity and genuine interest pushed me to open up. "The truth is, I felt guilty for dating someone else if I was falling for you," I admitted, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

His brows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean, falling for me?"

I took a deep breath. "I don't know. I-it didn't feel right to continue dating someone else. But it's not serious."

He leaned in closer, his cologne filling my senses and making me feel dizzy. "Do you want it to be serious between us?" he asked, his gaze intense.

I nodded eagerly, unable to find the words to express how much I wanted him.

Silence filled the room as we both stood there, our hearts racing with unspoken desire. The soft crackling of the vinyl record added to the tension in the air.

Harry's hand reached out, gently tracing the curve of my cheek with his fingertips. My eyes fluttered shut at his touch. My body responded with a thrill of excitement. I pressed a kiss to his collarbone, savoring the feeling of his warm skin against my lips.

I looked up and our gazes locked, the tension between us thick and heavy. Harry's body pressed against mine, his lips hovering just millimeters away from mine as he traced a line of fire down my neck with his tongue. My breath hitched as desire pulsed through me, our chemistry igniting into a passionate embrace.

My body ignited with desire, my hands gripping his neck as I passionately devoured his lips, completely consumed by the intoxicating sensation of our mouths locked together.

Our bodies entwined in a frenzy of desire, our heavy breaths mixing with the sound of our lips smacking and tongues tangling. Harry's hands gripped me firmly, exploring every inch of my body with insatiable hunger. His touch ignited a fire within me, making me crave more and more of him.

I responded with a thirst, my fingers digging into his flesh as I pressed myself against his body. Our kisses were a fierce battle of desire, igniting a fiery inferno within us both.

Without pause, Harry sat and hoisted me onto his lap, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as we devoured each other's mouths. Our bodies moved in perfect unison, our hearts pounding wildly in sync with our primal desires.

Harry's hands, rough and calloused, gently grasp the strands of my hair as he leans in closer. The dim light catches the edges of his fingers, casting a glimmer on his skin.

The minutes dragged on like an eternity as Harry's breaths grew ragged and deep. As he finally pulled away, our eyes locked in a heated gaze that sent shivers down my spine. I knew then, without a doubt, that this was only the start of something wild and uncontrollable. My mind raced with conflicting emotions, unsure if it was sheer bliss or impending chaos. But for now, I chose to embrace the unknown and savor every moment of this intense journey.

The night came to a sudden end after our shared kisses, and as we exchanged bittersweet goodbyes, my heart swelled with conflicting emotions. Grateful for the unexpected turn of events, but also filled with a deep sadness at the thought of leaving Harry's side. With every fiber of my being, I wanted to stay in his protective embrace forever. But practicality dictated otherwise - he had work in the morning and I didn't want to be a burden. As I called for an uber, we stood in his kitchen, our bodies tense with unspoken feelings. In a moment of pure vulnerability, Harry pulled me into his arms and planted a tender kiss on my forehead. Little did I know, this one act would mark the beginning of a tumultuous and intoxicating journey ahead.

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it-happened-one-fic · 10 months

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Your Highness - Silver

Author's Notes: Going through one's backlog of fics can be a fearful thing. I do remember writing this one though. I was in a horribly sappy mood and I was listening to the song "Fairytale" by Harry Gregson-Williams and John Powell which I'm sure a great many of you would recognize from the film "Shrek." This fic was also written shortly after I saw @thegoldenshi-shi's art for a Celtic flavored Silver that has braids (Check it out! it's really good!), hence the braids in the fic. Reader is female. I hope you all enjoy!

Type: Female Reader /Fluff/ Romance/ Wedding is heavily implied

Word Count: 1321

You sat quietly outside, your hands resting on your lap as you mulled over many, many different things. Your life had changed drastically since you’d first come to Twisted Wonderland. You’d met more incredible people than you’d ever dreamed of and now you were living in a country that looked like it came straight out of a fairytale.

But then, it was the home of the fae. Well, the home of the fae, and the home of the young man you’d grown to love over your time at school.

You looked down at the aged flower crown in your hands. Your fingers curled slightly around the fragile, pale flowers. Life had been different when you’d made this, sitting between Sebek and a sleeping Silver as you’d woven the ring and listened to Sebek’s nigh endless chatter about his beloved Lord Malleus and the palace you would soon call home.

“To think you will be living with Lord Malleus, in his home and so close to him even though you are but a mere human,” There was a tinge of envy to his tone that had caused you to smile slightly. Because Sebek would be spending most of his days there as a guard so even if he was envious, he too would be at Malleus’s side.

“Hey Sebek,” The green-haired young man had turned to face you right as you’d plopped the flower crown on your head and posed ever so slightly, “What do you think? Do I look like a princess yet?”

He scoffed at your light-hearted joking, but before he could respond another voice spoke up, startling both of you slightly.

“Indeed, Your Highness,” You’d twisted to see Silver, who’d awoken at some point and was looking at you with his usual stoic expression.

You’d barely even paid attention when Sebek spoke up from your other side, “You look no more like a princess than you did before Her Majesty agreed to take you in.”

“Sebek, you should treat them with more respect now,” Despite Silver’s chiding tone there had been a slight smile on his face as he looked towards the soon-to-be knight.

But his words had turned out to be all too true. After Malleus’s grandmother had agreed to take you in as an adopted grandchild as per Malleus’s request, your relationship with Sebek and Silver had been forced to change. Because you were no longer fellow students.You were now a princess whom they were charged with guarding.

Lilia and Malleus were still able to treat you the same, and after much verbal jousting you’d managed to convince Sebek your relationship didn’t have to be just that of royalty and bodyguard. You could still be friends.

But Silver and you had seemed to have fallen into some odd limbo and you’d feared that it was partially your fault. You’d fallen for the young man before you’d ever joined the Draconia family.

This was something both Lilia and Malleus knew of and that was why you were certain they’d jointly appointed Silver as your personal guard.

A move that had eventually led to all of the recent events that had been occurring as of late. Joyous events that left you giddy with anticipation.

The sounds of horses whining alerted you to the approach of the young man. Silver had at last returned from whatever it was Lilia had wanted Silver for. And it was only a few moments before the young man in question appeared around the corner, head swiveling as he looked for you.

You grinned at the very sight of him, but it wasn’t often that you got to see Silver in his more formal wear and this time he had the intricate braids going through his hair.

Soft aurora hued eyes found yours and you could see him relax just before he dismounted. Strolling forward he knelt in front of you and looked up, “I have returned, Your Highness.”

You were still smiling slightly despite his incredibly formal greeting, because this was how things had been between you two for a very long time.

A careful balance between formalities and an incredible amount of closeness. You tilted your head as you looked down at him, “And that's a good thing, considering I was beginning to miss you.”

A hint of a smile flickered across his face, but he managed to maintain his characteristically stoic expression. He’d always been a better actor than you.

You gestured for him to rise and sit next to you, a request he followed immediately and without hesitation. “Did you enjoy your trip? I’m sure the girls in town were happy to see you.”

“It was pleasant,” Calm as ever and refusing to take the teasing bait you’d laid out. He looked towards you, eyes briefly flickering down at the flower crown in your hands before meeting your gaze once more, “Has all been well with you, Your Highness?”

You rolled your eyes, not wanting to be the first to crack and break the act but desperately wanting him to use your name. But you’d promised yourself you’d win this time. You would outlast Silver.

“Fine. Do you remember this?” You held up the flower crown carefully and he nodded without ever taking his eyes off you.

“Your first tiara.”

You hummed, looking back down at it and briefly letting another wave of nostalgia sweep through you before you looked back his way and straightened. Doing your best to look vaguely commanding, “Then kneel, oh knight of mine.”

Yet again, Silver did as commanded, though he did so this time with a flicker of humor in his eyes.

Carefully, you placed the crown on his head while he continued to gaze up at you, “There, a gift to my loyal knight.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.”

You wrinkled your nose almost instantaneously at his measured response. Obviously completely unperturbed by anything you did and you knew, right then, he was going to win this time too, “Fine, you win. Just quit calling me that ridiculous title and use my name instead.”

This time his smile was fully visible as he stood and looked down at you, “As you wish, Y/n.”

You eyed him with a slight frown, a bit disappointed in yourself for having given way so easily. But Silver was far better at this game than you were and he knew it.

But even then you couldn’t deny that your day could hardly get any better. After all, you were no longer the princess in a fairytale waiting for her love to return. He was standing there right in front of you.

He held his hand out and you easily accepted, letting him pull you to your feet before he began escorting you through Malleus’s immense rose gardens just outside the palace.

“I guess this’ll be the last I’ll see of you till tomorrow evening?” Your question drew his attention to you and he nodded.

“As per tradition, yes. But don’t worry, the day will pass quickly,” A part of you wanted to deny his words. You just knew tomorrow was going to crawl by until you got to see him again that evening.

“Will you be wearing those braids again tomorrow for the ceremony?” You watched as he absentmindedly reached up towards his hair as if to remind himself of what sort of style it was in.

“Yes… Father was practicing,” His gaze found yours meaningfully and you had to swallow a laugh. You doubted there were many who were more excited than Lilia was about tomorrow.

“Well, he has every right to be excited, it’s not everyday your son gets married to a royal,” A small smile appeared on your husband-to-be’s face at your words and he nodded.

“True, but I can promise he isn’t nearly as pleased as I am.”

Your smile mirrored his as you bumped your shoulder with his, “As can I Silver. As can I.”

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bi-bard · 11 months

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Harry Styles Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Dick Grayson - Dick Grayson Imagine [Titans]

Title: Harry Styles Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Dick Grayson

Pairing: Dick Grayson X Reader

Word Count: 2,180 words

Warning(s): argument, mention of violence

Summary: Three songs by Harry Styles that would describe a relationship with Dick Grayson [HBO's Titans].

Author's Note: I just went back and listened to "Harry's House" again, so... here's this.

**Not intentionally written in chronological order**

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Sweet Creature

And ohhhh, we started Two hearts in one home It's hard when we argue We're both stubborn, I know

I was leaning against the counter as Dick spoke with Dawn and Hank on the phone. I was biting at my nail. The two of them had been attacked by Dr. Light, someone that we had met back when the original Titans occupied the tower.

That with the sudden appearance of Slade Wilson's daughter... it all felt too familiar.

"Dawn and Hank are on their way here," Dick explained as he walked over. He leaned against the counter across from me. "I'm gonna call Donna too."

"She's not gonna want to come back," I muttered.

"I know," he replied.

I took a deep breath. "I can't fucking believe that I agreed to this idea."

"What," he asked.

"I... I was so scared about coming back here," I explained. "This place... the Titans didn't exactly separate on good terms, Dick. I was scared of dragging these kids into this."

"That's why we're training them as intensely as we are. When something happens, they'll be ready-"

"We don't get the luxury of knowing that we have enough time for that!"

I saw Dick's jaw clench.

"We took a huge risk coming back here. We knew that it would draw attention," I continued. "And now... Now Dr. Light is back and... We both know that it's a matter of time before Slade figures out where the fuck his kid is. It just..."

"What?"

"It feels like we're setting history up to repeat itself," I shrugged. "I can't deal with another loss, Dick. I can't."

He closed his eyes and tilted his head for a moment. "Do you think this was a mistake?"

"I... I don't know. I don't want it to be... I just think that there are still a lot of ghosts here."

He nodded. He paused for a moment before speaking up again, "I still think about him too."

"So you understand my reluctance to drag Donna back."

"Yes, but this... this is bigger than all of that. I can't risk the potential harm."

"Don't pull the 'good of many' argument with me, I've watched you turn your back on that logic."

"For you."

"For someone you love," I hoped that he could understand the parallel that I was making.

He nodded. "You're right."

I crossed my arms over my chest, looking away from him.

"I still want Donna here," he explained. "Fighting with us or not, she'll be safer with us than on her own."

"You sure about that?"

"No... I just hope it's true."

"Okay," I muttered.

I still wasn't looking at him.

I don't know why. I don't know if it was my stubbornness or my nervousness... I just couldn't get myself to pull my eyes from the floor.

I closed my eyes as he kissed the side of my head. I reached up and placed my hand on his forearm as a heavy sigh escaped me.

He could always do that. Pull me back from my panic and worry. Allow me to see everything through a steady lens. It was something that had seemingly been an instinct for him. Through any argument, any disagreement, we were able to find each other and get past it.

It was something that I hoped I could do for him.

It was one of my favorite things about being with him.

"We're going to get through this," he muttered, pretty much speaking against my head. "We did it once, we can do it again. I promise."

I nodded. "Okay."

He moved so he could look me in the eye. "I love you."

"I love you too," I whispered. He leaned forward and pecked my lips.

And as he did, I begged whatever entity in charge of the world to just let this all work out for the best.

Adore You

Oh honey I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

In the moment, it felt like everything was moving in slow motion.

After the fact, it felt like it all happened within half a second.

But no matter what lens I looked at the situation through, I was still angry.

It was back when the original Titans were still working together. We had stopped a pretty big weapons deal from going through the city. It should have been a surefire way to catch and question the closest thing to the leader of the crew that we knew of.

However, while the deal had been prevented, we didn't get our hands on him.

Dick had a chance. He was maybe two steps from getting him.

And then, the guy that I had been fighting nearly got the better of me. In the brief moments that I thought would be my last, Dick ran over and stopped him. For just a second, I was thankful... until I saw that the man that we had been trying to get a hold of had escaped.

I kept my mouth shut until we got back to the tower, hoping to maintain appearances in public.

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you," I asked as we stepped off the elevator.

Dick was a few steps ahead of me. His eyebrows were furrowed as he turned to look at me. "Excuse me?"

"We had a shot," I explained. "A good shot of taking down that operation for good instead of following them from deal to deal and just causing them to go farther underground. You had your hands on him but you fucked it up. What the fuck was that?"

"You were almost killed!"

"Trolley problem, Grayson," I snapped back. "One life in exchange for a million saved!"

"(Y/n)'s right," Hank spoke up from behind me. "And I don't say that often."

Hank had a point there. We could work together, but our techniques- and morals- were a bit different from each other. We had pretty common arguments. Him admitting that I was right was a huge deal.

"Doesn't matter," Dick muttered. "We keep going. We'll get another shot. Without someone dying in the process."

"This does matter, Dick," I said. "You just threw the team objective to the wolves. Risked so many that can't even count-"

"None of them matter more than you," he cut me off. "None of them."

"Why?"

He shook his head, looking away from me. He went to walk away.

I stepped in front of him. "You don't get to ruin this mission and claim that I am so important, then not explain yourself!"

I saw the other four walk around us, going to give us some kind of space to have this conversation.

"Just stop," he mumbled after a few moments.

"No. Not until you can tell me what the hell happened tonight."

"I made a choice."

"But why?"

"(Y/n)-"

"Tell me."

"Stop it-"

"No, fucking tell me-"

"Because I love you," he finally snapped. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting out a heavy sigh.

I felt my mouth fall open in shock. I couldn't find a way to collect my thoughts enough to respond to him for a few moments.

"I'm sorry," he muttered. "I... I didn't want this to be how that came out. I just... I would sacrifice everything if it meant that I could keep you safe. And I always will. No matter what happens in the future... no matter what happens because of this. We can forget that this ever happened-"

"I don't want to," I said, finally finding my voice again as the shock wore off. "I don't want to forget about an ounce of this."

He didn't speak up. He just stared at me for a few moments.

I stepped forward, finding myself a few mere inches from him.

"Can I..."

"Please," I answered as his question trailed off.

Dick leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. I kissed him back slowly. It was strange. I had kind of accepted that the chance of me and Dick ever ending up together was gone. I had thought that my crush was almost childish. But here I was, sharing a kiss with him in the middle of the hallway.

I pulled away first, smiling at him as I did.

"I love you too," I said quietly. "By the way."

He smiled back. "I'm glad to hear it."

I stepped away, going to walk away and change out of my suit.

"(Y/n)..."

I turned back to Dick.

"I need you to know that I will always pick you," he explained. "No matter the consequence or the danger. I'll let the world burn as long as I can keep you."

"I just ask that my word means as much as your desire to protect me," I replied. "You love me enough to let the world burn. I love you enough to make sure that you recognize that you can't always do that."

He nodded. "Okay."

"Okay."

I continued walking out of the room.

Everything changed in those few moments. Everything between Dick and me, everything between me and the team, everything about my work as a hero.

And I couldn't quite tell if the butterflies in my stomach were excited nerves about all that was changing or scared nerves about just what Dick meant when he said that he'd let the world burn.

Keep Driving

Maple syrup Coffee Pancakes for two Hash brown Egg yolk I will always love you

-- Season 4, Episode 8 --

I never thought that I would experience the moment when someone stands in the middle of my living room and tells me that everything I knew was a lie.

But that was exactly what I was experiencing in that moment.

The man that I had known as Ted was telling me that his name was Dick and my name was (Y/n) and that everything that I knew about my life had been created to keep me from stopping the end of the world.

I didn't believe him.

I was in this perfect life. I was in this peaceful life where every single thing was predictable and safe. It was a dream that so many people longed for.

What Dick was telling me about was anything but.

It was scary and dangerous. Every day was the risk of another heartbreak. A risk of losing anyone and everyone that I had ever cared about.

The choice felt obvious, yet he felt so committed to getting me to willingly walk back into that life.

"Why would I do that," I asked.

Dick didn't reply.

"If... If I was angry and scared and stressed... If I was left with so much heartbreak... why would I ever go back? Why would I have ever stayed in the first place?"

"Because you got to help people," Dick finally answered. "More than you could imagine helping in any other career. And you loved the family that you had found. And... And you loved me... I hope."

I felt like my head was going to explode. There was this constant weight pushing on it. I didn't know what I wanted.

If I truly remembered what this man wanted me to, then I had to say goodbye to this peace that I had found. This little life where nothing was truly wrong. Not that I had to think about, anyway.

But if I didn't, then I would always wonder about the boy that looked at me with so much love that it felt like I was suffocating.

I didn't stop Dick when he stepped even closer to me and cupped the sides of my face. I just watched him as his eyes danced around my face.

I stunned myself when I didn't stop him from leaning forward and pressing his lips to mine. I stood still as he gently kissed me. Careful and hesitant. He was waiting for me to shove him away. I could feel it.

He leaned back, pushing his forehead against mine with his eyes still shut. He whispered to me, "Come back to me... please."

It felt like a shell cracking. Whatever had been created for me slowly crumbling away as I looked at him. I felt a grin forming on my face.

I leaned in and kissed him again, hands reaching out to pull him closer by the fabric of his shirt.

This cast only lasted a few seconds longer than the first. I smiled a little further than before.

Dick's thumbs ran along my cheekbones. "(Y/n)?"

"Hi," I muttered, reaching up to hold his hands in place. I let out a shaky chuckle.

He did the same. "Hi."

We both shared a heavy breath, any remnant of the false life fading completely.

"How do you feel?"

"Better."

"Good," Dick stepped back, taking my hand. "Come on, Rachel needs our help."

I nodded. "Do you know where she is?"

"Not quite..."

"Well then, we have a lot of work to do."

"Yeah."

I leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Worth it."

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Whumpril 2024

-11- Can't Sleep

Harry wakes in the night, because his dreams are dull or he remembers thirst or because he loses track of sensationless limbs and must move them to know that he still can. Rain lashes sideways, smacking loud against the bedroom window, and rather than soothing it menaces him. He pulls both arms inside the blankets and turns away from the window. As much as he hates silence, the harsh insistence of the rain on the glass is like thuddy fingers, knocking to be let in, and he hates the sound much more than no sound at all.

Adam is there, of course, pale golden in the not-quite-darkness. His cheek deformed where it presses the pillow, three days' stubble darkening his upper lip, his bare chest above the blanket pulled up only to his waist. Harry reaches for him, lifts the muscley forearm near the wrist and sets it out of the way across his belly, then pulls the covers up over his shoulder so they are both cocooned against the rasping racket made by the storm.

With one hand Harry feels Adam's wrist, finds the gentle thrum of his pulse, and with the other he feels for his own heartbeat. Still there, the usual muffled patter he rarely used to consider except when it amped up to racing--as a kid running all over the place, later dancing in laser-lit nightclubs, swimming or sex or startling scenes in horror films. Lately, he is preoccupied with it. With his breath, too. His unaided vision and rangy hearing. All the things his body does without thinking. Has he forgotten to stop it? If he thought hard enough about it--stilled his heart, exhaled fully for a final time--could he change it? And what would happen, then, if he could?

He lays his hand against Adam's chest.

The rain throws itself in thick splats against the windows, louder now, and crazier, and Harry feels the building swaying in the wind, knows that probably isn't true. He shrugs himself lower, deeper into the folds of the blankets. Adam's lips come apart on a near-silent exhalation, the kind of secret sound that can only be heard up close, in the middle of the middle of the night. Harry wonders why he is no longer hungry, no longer thirsty, but still wants to go for walks, still wants to watch films, still wants to fuck. He is desperate to know the rules. He hates not knowing.

He nuzzles in closer to Adam's face, wants to wake him and pour out all this worry, all this wondering, wants to be petted back into place. But he doesn't want to wake him. The pelting rain goes on demanding to be let in, like the ghost of a girl in a book or a song.

"What if one morning I can't wake up?" he murmurs. "Or what if some night is the last time I can ever sleep? What if I open my eyes and can't see, or you speak and I can't hear? When do I wear out, or fade away?"

He's scaring himself. Harry was never afraid of death. But he'd never imagined this. No one warned him, or if they did he didn't believe it. And now he is alone in the dark, alone in the world, with no rules. And the rain is hammering hard enough to break the windows.

Adam stirs, he must have been sleeping lightly, because the transition is quick, but gentle. "Mm. What's the matter--can't sleep?" He finds Harry's hand and bundles it up in his own, holds it close, cradling.

"S'all right," Harry dismisses, near whispering. "Just the rain."

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foxes-that-run · 4 months

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I guess I'm late to this realisation but seven and Matilda both are track seven and they have the same themes... abusive household/troubled childhood. Taylor said seven is about a friend while performing it on father's day?? And I read Matilda is inspired by someone in Harry's life...so it's not just about the character. Could both the songs be about one person somehow?? Also I read that Harry was 7 years old when his parents got divorced. Is this related to seven? I'm new to the haylor lore (not like super new it's been over a year but the lore goes so deep that i keep finding new details) and I'm losing my mind over this. Maybe I'm just overthinking idk

I think they are about different people, but also think both are intentionally vague about the subject to protect the privacy of the person they respectively care for.

Seven

Taylor has hinted Seven is about Harry several times, there is a post about it here, to me the boy in Willow being the man in Willow is the clearest hint, Taylor said it was a Seven reference in the livestream for it's release. Also the title, age, details etc.

Matilda

Rolling Stone has a really great article about Matilda, which I think says it all:

Harry is less direct about Matilda, to me the Lyric:

'You showed me a power that is strong enough to bring sun to the darkest days'.

Sounds like the muse is a fellow songwriter who was in his life in 2012 and played a hand in him wanting to start to write his own songs. Harry also said he thinks the muse 'would probably know but they haven't talked about it' further sounds like the muse understands lyrics, listens to his music but they don't talk about some things, yet share vulnerability.

To me the character Matilda is a fitting metaphor for Taylor and the way he spoke about her/the song rings true for them to me, both not talking and that he's confident she would get it. When they met she already had an AOY Grammy and was touring Speak Now, an entirely self-written album.

Because the book character's family let her down doesn't mean the muses did. I had thought the family was a metaphor for how she was treated by her record label/fans. But the email from Taylor's dad has me thinking about it. I have a partial draft about that song I might post one day, but not yet I think.

Also Matilda is co-written with Amy Allen, who also wrote on Adore You, I wonder when it was written. Harry said there were a couple of songs on Harry's House that are older, including Little Freak and Boyfriends (which was written in the same week as Adore You).

#harry styles #harry’s house

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I do feel sorry for Louis because I think he suffers from internalised homophobia from growing up in Doncaster where he would have witnessed his peers being bullied for being gay. Unlike Harry who has two gay managers, gay band members, support acts and close friends like Alessandro who are gay, Louis is largely isolated from his community as an adult especially when he's touring.

Hi, anon!

I disagree with you that Louis suffers from internalised homophobia. I think you are reading this all wrong and like the gp would. I've talked about this before too.

Louis probably grew up in a place where gay was used as a slur by kids, that i agree with. However, when Louis moved to London i think that was very freeing for him and he blossomed. Louis is proud of being gay and proud of his relationship with Harry. Louis has a triangle tattoo ffs, and half his tattoos is complementary to H's tattoos. He was behind the bears too. He sings i love him i hate it and has songs about holding H at an Ed Sheeran concert. He's bathing his fans in rainbow lights at his concerts.

The reasons why it might seem like he's suffering from internalised homophobia is because he is harshly closeted. Probably one of the worst cases of unwillingly closeted in history. Believe me, if he had a choice he'd be out and proud. Both him and Harry has been banging on the closet door for years wanting out. It hasn't been as visible these last few years perhaps, but he does what he can to tell us who he really is. You just need to look past the surface and his constructed het image to see he's gay and closeted. I don't neccessarily think Louis would be the poster child for gay men when he's out and go to pride etc, but that doesn’t mean he isn't proud of who he is and hasn't accepted he's gay.

I think Louis is close to his childhood friends, and they know about him and H and support him. Louis doesn’t have as many public friendships with queers, that's true, but then again he's more harshly closeted than H is. He is being kept from his community, but that's due to his closet. He does have queer openers and he does have queer members on his touring team, but i get what you mean.

Louis' public twitter account has been one of the most important tools for closeting him. People think it's him tweeting and it has a wide reach. It's easy, because it's low effort and high reward. You hide behind a screen and you don’t have to stunt or say anything on camera where the lies can easily be detected. It's super effective and to the point. You can gaslight the fuck out of people. You get the narrative you want out there. Everything that "Louis" says on twitter shouldn't be trusted. Same with things in printed interviews.

It's a fight to look behind all the bullshit and gaslighting they throw at us, but don't let them fool you into thinking he's an insecure, scared man who hasn't yet accepted he's gay and isn't proud of it. That's simply not true.

#long post #internalised homophobia #solo louis #louis image

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🚀 galactic_larry masterpost 🚀

Under the cut you'll find all of the fics I have written along with their word count and rating.

🚀 Jupiter | 95k | Mature

Louis Tomlinson is a singer-songwriter who has just scheduled the biggest gig of his life. Being the opening act for Niall Horan’s European tour means gigantic venues, large crowds, and music, so much music! What he had not expected, was that it would also mean handsome strangers, doomed love, and a whole lot of pining.

Harry Styles doesn't consider himself a musician, but he agreed to help his best friend out, so there’s that. He’s now playing on tour with Niall, but, as far as he is concerned, he only has one very simple task: to get through it alive. Instead, he ends up finding true love, heartbreak, and a sense of purpose.

Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, and Liam Payne are absolutely fed up with both of them, and just want them to get it together, but things don’t always work out, do they?

Jupiter is a story about friendship and overcoming difficulties, told through music and fandom inside jokes.

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🚀 If That's All It Was | 6k | Teen And Up Audiences

Harry and Louis are in a long term relationship and are planning to get married. When they end up having to go long distance for a year, things start getting progressively harder to deal with and they ultimately put an end to their relationship.

What happens when they meet again after a few months and all of their unresolved feelings bubble up?

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🚀 How Many Chances Does It Take? | 100k | Mature

Harry Styles is the lead singer of the band “Retrograde” who just signed a record deal and are moving to Los Angeles to pursue a career in music. He wasn’t really expecting to run into his childhood friend for whom he’s always had a thing, even though they haven’t seen each other in years, but he did. He also managed to fuck everything up, but that’s a different conversation.

Louis Tomlinson is a songwriter who lives in Los Angeles with his best friend, Niall. His daily routine consists of writing songs, hanging out with his friends, and trying to get over his childhood friend, which isn’t really working, but oh well. And then he sees him again, after years, but things go horribly wrong.

A story about being in love and being a complete and total idiot, but also friendship and forgiveness, told through music.

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🚀 Got Time (But We're Only Human) | 6k | Teen And Up Audiences

Louis and Harry have been dating for years, but have been keeping it a secret from the public, which is why when they decide to go on a trip with Liam, Niall, and Zayn to celebrate One Direction’s anniversary, they end up at a farm in the middle of nowhere.

What happens when a picture that shouldn’t have been taken starts circulating on the internet, threatening to mess everything up?

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🚀 Fuck You For Ruining New York City For Me | 11k | Teen And Up Audiences

Harry met Louis in college and fell in love with him in record time. Louis broke up with him in their New York apartment, so Harry left the city for good. Except now he’s back, visiting with his new boyfriend.

What happens when they run into each other at a bar three years after breaking up?

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🚀 Enough To Wish For More | 33k | Mature

Louis Tomlinson just wants a few days of peace and quiet while his family are out of state. But when he meets the lead singer of a band he’s never heard of, his life and everything he thought he knew about it changes forever.

Harry Styles just wants to get his new guitar and then he’s leaving Haverhill, Massachusetts as fast as he can. But when he gets lost and asks someone for directions, he finds a lot more than the street he was initially looking for.

A long, complicated, painful, fucked up story about love.

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Albus' Funeral

Even in the secluded cottage, hidden from both Non-Magic and Magic alike, news would reach his ears.

Albus was dead. And he can swear, even so far away, he could hear Fawkes' lamenting song echo through the trees and the skies.

Tired brown eyes looked into the fire, as if expecting news he already knew from his father. But it didn't come. And he didn't dive into what would be keeping his father from telling him, maybe because he knew that his son knew already.

Aurelius Dumbledore had been hiding away from the world for a few decades now, not wanting to deal with Voldemort or any lowly dark witch or wizard that somehow believed Voldemort would make their lives better. No, he could care less as much as he cared less about the other side and the famous Harry Potter.

He disliked both worlds and preferred being alone, because that is all he had been before. Lonely and isolated.

In a way, he had never forgiven his uncle for standing in his way and refusing to allow him to destroy Grindelwald. It made his hate return and he had left without a word. He allowed his family and a few friends know where he was if they wanted to come; the only people he'd allow near his cottage.

The phoenix was almost silent when he perched on the old witch's windowsill and looked at him with such a sorrowful expression. The bright red and gold looked less vibrant, "it is true, is it not, Fawkes?" He gently stroked the feathers and beak in an attempt to wipe the tears away from the grieving phoenix. "You may stay here and take as long as you like. I'm afraid I don't have toast prepared."

It would be a few long days before he revealed himself to the world again, if only on the Hogwarts Grounds. Arriving in dark robes, his long dark hair with some bits of grey tied back with a red bow that matches his tie. The suit underneath was as black as his robes.

No one recognized him which relieved him. And he sat beside his father without a word. Now was the time to grieve and empty out their regrets. Aurelius allowed himself to cry, keeping silent his tongue.

In the rows, his eyes met the old familiar and kind eyes of Newt, Tina, Queenie, and Jacob. He met their eyes and gave a silent nod. Time was kind to each of them.

The funeral was a time to pay respects, and Aberforth held his anger in, which he himself could not blame.

It was eventually over and he finally caught the eyes of Harry Potter. The scar shown, and he did not intend to stare as he approached the grieving boy. So young, to young to be in a war like this. Harry looked at the older man oddly, as if trying to do a double take on a bit of the resemblance to the barman and a bit of Albus. And he finally moved onto see Newt and the others and finally allow themselves to cry so much more. Both in how long they've all been a part and the loss.

"This should never be on a boy's shoulders." He finally said while looking at Harry. And eventually, everyone would depart, leaving only the few behind. Aurelius staying by the white tomb, "I... why didn't you ask for our help? We could have helped, I could have- I could've helped." He grit his teeth to try and hold back a choked sob.

"You saved me and you wouldn't let me save you? I owe you and I can't repay it." He looks around, finding himself alone. "If Fawkes stays, I will take care of him like before. I promise."

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Don't get me wrong I am a larrie and have been a larrie for years now but why can't we think about Freddie as Louis' child? Larry could be real even if louis is a father. Maybe we got all the signs wrong. Maybe there was nothing to look into. I feel like larries are just stubborn at this point. Louis looks happy around Freddie.

Anon I discovered babygate before discovering Larry. I have already ranted under a post that I found harry because of Taylor and I found louis because of Harry. I fell in love with Louis' voice and his songs. I had a slight idea that people ship louis and harry but I thought it's normal because every band has a ship and the band members just play along with their not so gay humour. And I thought it's the same with Larry. I didn't paid any attention to Larry when I became a Louis fan for a full year. But as I started digging in his life I immediately sensed that something was off regarding his child. I didn't even tried to read into anything, I didn't look for any proof or master posts. No. It was just Louis' behavior and his body language that had me intrigued.

I don't know why I have this habit to look for celeb's family as the foremost task when I discover a celebrity and that's what I did for louis too. And louis came out to me as a really shitty human and much more shit father . The one who took several girls at once to his hotel room, who ended up knocking a one night stand, the one who did a "photoshoot" with his newborn child, had several pap walks with him like he's showing it as a trophy, smoked cigarette around his new born baby, didn't tried to protect his baby and baby mamma, didn't even once tried to stop his fans from hating both of them, he actually fueled the babygate rumours by doing some things, who's baby mamma had to make a post and beg his fans to stop hating his child but even then he did NOTHING AT ALL, the one who shamelessly took his son out with his girlfriend and showed his face in public instead of protecting him, the one who almost abandoned his son except when he needed a promo and even after all this he went ahead and tweeted about an album that contained THESE lyrics inspite of knowing how his fans are hungry for clues to prove his baby is fake

I really don't understand any masterposts about babygate. I have seen all that stuff about timelines, conceiving, periods dates, fertility clinic and what not and all that info went right over my head. I don't even know Freddie's full family and don't even care, Clarks can burn in hell for all I care. And I don't understand why people need all these proofs when Louis's behaviour is all the proof I would ever need. It's clear as day that nothing is normal about louis and his so called child. I even told my best friend at that time that how I found a musician but looks like he's a shit father as I didn't wanted to support an asshole.

And I don't at all think that louis looks happy with Freddie. According to me he's just doing the bare minimum of keeping up with babygate. He's literally trying his best to prove he's a dotting father without doing much. His family has been to his shows twice but did you ever saw him calling them out like that?? His entire family was present at Doncaster show did you ever caught even a single glimpse of them during the show?? No. Then why do you think louis calling Freddie out and exposing him is the way of showing true love?? This just proves that he's trying to prove something. He literally told the crowd to spark their joints when his own child was in the center.

Now when all these things are right in front of me how can I even consider Freddie as his real child? And if there's even a slight possibility that louis is a father then he's an utter disappointment for a father. I'm not convinced about Larry being real anymore at this point but Freddie would never be a real child. That's it.

#Ask #Babygate #la shit show #Louis Tomlinson #Louis #freddie tomlinson

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Louis can't sing. It is why production managers at Xfactor rejected him three times and didn't let him in front of the audience and judges. Jay had to pull the strings with both Olly Murs and Simon - Louis said in an interview that he used to hang out with Olly behind the scenes during Olly's X factor tour. If Jay didn't pull those strings and Louis didn't look cute (as Nicole said) he would not be in the band. While Harry's lack of connections and his lack of skills because of the poor musical education in public schools, deemed him too young and was almost rejected as we have seen from his audition. By the third live show Harry finally had enough confidence to perform and he upstaged Liam. Harry got them all to come in early and do a lot of practice. Its in the Xfactor videos. He was always taking about putting a lot of work into it. Zayn was the slacker missing rehearsals with lots of excuses. Louis - Mr I hate waking up before noon - was never the one who cared about discipline and work as everyone can see from his solo career when he doesn't even bother to rehearse much less learn to play a musical instrument or actually write songs. Liam was always thinking of himself, never a team player. Simon said that it was hard to force Liam to do teamwork since he always wanted to be a soloist. That leaves Harry and Niall who trully did the work and had some discipline as you can see from their solo careers. Niall relaxed too much when he got rich from 1D but before Xfactor he already played guitar and wrote music on his own. I mean we don't hear of Niall showing up hangover to shows or drinking before going on stage. But Niall being soft could never discipline the others. So it was all Harry. The band was Harry. It is why they never could be anything without Harry unlike Take That who had two strong leads so they can exist without Robbie.

Very true! 👏👏👏👏

Find it hilarious that Louis has been trying to learn to play the guitar for ten years and still hasn't succeeded. That says everything about how musical he is.

#harry styles achievements #louis dumblinson #liam payne #zayn #niall horan #louis tomlinson vocals

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ellieellieoxenfree · 5 days

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4, 17, 36

i have been sitting on this one! finally getting around to it.

4. Do you have any OCs? Do you have a story for them?

yes! across a few different fandoms. the most notable/fleshed out i would say are:

beth (the flash tv): ah, beth. earth-2's harry wells' executive assistant, modeled after every lovely middle-aged administrative employee i have worked with. i loved beth. she, like all real executive or administrative assistants, is the real brains of the operation and the one who keeps the wheels on the bus; she knows all, remembers all, and does not give a hot fuck about senior leadership being petty, bickering, useless assholes because she knows that if she so much as hinted at leaving, the walls would start shaking and the foundation would collapse. she was kind of a mom figure to my homie hartley during his acclimation to earth-2 -- very grounding, sweet, and non-judgmental. she is widowed, but has two adult kids, one of whom she has drafted into white-collar crime via identity fraud (for a good cause). she bakes, she tours vineyards on weekends, and she has an unerring ear for gossip and when to spill which salacious details. (there are certain secrets beth will take to her grave, of course; she knows the value of being discreet and there is no torture on earth that will get her to share certain things.) her favorite revenge when her boss is being a twit is to make him the world's worst coffee and feign complete ignorance about it. this is the only way she will express her displeasure.

oat and non (That Fucking Show): minor family bodyguards assigned to protect MVP; oat specifically is a second-generation bodyguard and his father worked closely with gun. he's the older of the two, more solid and practical, a born leader. non is younger, more religious, and less settled -- he looks up to oat more for guidance. they both have seen Some Shit, and their loyalty is to the REAL minor family and not the usurper korn installed, although they both have enough self-preservation skills to know that maintaining outward loyalties to the institution is going to serve them well in the long run.

(name redacted because he hasn't been officially introduced yet but hopefully soon) (kiseki: dear to me): i have a gestating kiseki wip that i want to use to introduce a major figure from chen yi's past. i can't say a lot about him yet, though some people know a bit more about him, but he's been really fun to play with in terms of how he affected chen yi's life and how his arc continues to have ramifications in the present day. also, he's not a love interest, just to be clear. none of that. i want to formally introduce him soon :(

17. Past or present tense? Why?

i switch depending on my mood and depending on the vibe of the fic. present tense can create more of an immediacy/urgency, whereas past tense is generally easier to wrangle grammatically. it's not always true, but present tense can be more of a smoothly rolling rhythm for me, whereas past tense i think is easier to use for rapid-fire/staccato pacing.

36. How do you come up with fic titles? What's the one you're most proud of?

ima be real chief like 95% of those puppies are ripped from the split enz lyrics handbook. i cannot claim to be above the time-honored, time-tested tradition of song lyrics as titles. we all did it in the dark ages; we all do it now. i embrace my cringe life.

the one i like the best, despite the fact that i never fucking use its full name when referencing it, is 'by your response to danger it is easy to tell how you have lived and what has been done to you,' from my girl j holz. the full quote:

punches me right in the goddamn throat every time. i fucking love j holz more than anybody on the planet except ars. this is the quote that most sums up how i pick fictional faves.

#asks!#sorry for the delay :((

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Someone further down mentioned “maybe multiple someones who didn’t want him”, and honestly I think that might be it. I read the lyrics that are available and listened to what I could stand of the new ones, and they sound like they’re about more than one person. Obviously Jules is the toxic situationship, but there’s supposedly one who was a friend he was in love with but never involved with, one where a relationship faded out, and one he was with but claims he couldn’t let himself believe loved him back.

I also think some of them might just be fictional, not just that pirate garbage. There are so many direct ripoffs of books, and movies, and you could make arguments for some of his own characters, that it’s like he wants to believe he’s them. Kevin mentioned on his social media that he wrote most of that Beloved mess with Ben’s help. I don’t know if that makes it worse that more than one person is writing this crap, but he insinuated it was partially about someone who died so I’ll leave that alone. But that new song he’s singing with the blonde girl is an almost direct rewrite of I Can’t Make You Love Me by Bonnie Raitt.

It’s like he’s moved past all sense of the escapism being so important that he harps on, and into everything he consumes, including the roles he plays, being some kind of self-insert life he can dream he’s had. It’s why he’s so desperate for the rom-com. Partly marketing and a dead career, but he wants to live vicariously through the character winning the girl and being in love and happy. He’s more delusional than his fans are, and possibly even more pathetic than his haters [deserved] already thought.

Alright then, I will take your name propositions now

toxic situationship - Jules crush on a friend - ??? faded out relationship - ??? (Peyton?) no love babe - ???

And I do bet his Imma an empath and Imma opening up album is mostly fiction, like this man is as bland as flour so he probably has nothing to write about that one song america's got talent finalist had already done lol Then the obvious group efforts that someone mentioned too, both Kevin and Calahan. Like I do understand a writing room but ye know like during a TV show not an album lol OH! and the rip offs xd obviously like there gotta be a song inspired by when harry met sally too and HP meta hidden message

some kind of self-insert life he can dream he’s had - MUFFIN THIS!!1! That is exactly what is happening here. He's literally buying himself a career cuz he has no talent or other merits whatsoever to have it organically. It's his dream whatever fanfiction he would love his life to be like… TRUE THIS!!1!

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i’ve gotta get better, and maybe we’ll work it out

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pairing: severus snape/reader

summary: with severus snape taking full force of harry potter's occulmency lessons, he wished he was anywhere except near the boy who lived, but when a heated lesson forces old memories back into severus' mind, he doesn't seem to take them well. will he let you in with open arms ?

warnings: HEAVY ANGST !! self harm, self doubt, lots of hurt/comfort, this includes references to snape’s worst memory from order of the phoenix, very anti-marauders/anti-james potter so don’t start making arguments about my fic please.

rating: mature

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word count: 6067

this oneshot can be found on archive of our own

author’s note: title's namesake is lyrics from the song meet me in the hallway by harry styles.

so....im back....again 🕺🏼✨

okay hi long time no see. university had me at the throat and i had zero motivation to write zero fiction. thats literally the reason why there's been a huge gap in my fanfics, nothing whacky like the typical ao3 author. just uni.

i didn't want to write something half arsed and post it, especially when i have this long ass break so i will be living and laughing and luvvin xx or whatever.

this includes references to snape’s worst memory from order of the phoenix, very anti-marauders/anti-james potter so don’t start making arguments about my fic please.

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i hope you enjoy this oneshot, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated 💕💕

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no one ever really saw the true severus.

there was never a chance for him to show how he truly felt about things, which was until he met you. you had been nothing short of an acquaintance to him, someone who worked with him. how he met you was like any other person, you had taken up the defence against the dark arts post, a job he had always been rejected of by dumbledore. but you seemed to be much different, you looked as if you knew what you were doing as you continued to teach at hogwarts.

you seemed to be a natural at teaching such an extreme subject. but once everything unravelled, how your parents used to be death eaters, you had no choice but to protect yourselves from them. you were quite closed off at first, but meeting severus changed you also, making you just a bit kinder in life.

after he had finally brought the courage to confess his true feelings to you, you admitted to liking him back and exchanging some of your own feelings to him. severus only wanted nothing but to make you happy, and happiness you brought him.

he was on cloud nine whenever he was around you, even at the slight mention of you from his students or colleagues would bring his attention in an instant. he truly was lucky upon meeting you, through the confides of his own chambers he was safer with you.

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

he never entirely considered sharing his private quarters with someone, but now that you were with him, and rightfully you weren’t going anywhere, there was no point staying apart for this long.

severus decided he was going to ask you today, but at what time? should he wear a new suit? that would be ridiculous, he didn’t have the time to do so.

he had been lingering around in the hallways, waiting for your class to end. he heard the scraping of chairs and the chatter amongst students, he managed to catch a glimpse of some of his seventh-year potions students, who for some had been quite fortunate to have advanced classes from him which made him smirk to himself. he was to have that advanced potion class at the very end of his schedule.

he then made his way into your classroom, sneaking up on you before he found way to you, wrapping his long cloak around your body, placing small kisses on your face.

“hello, their professor, what may i do for you?” you asked, a smile beaming on your face as you turned to him returned his kisses, placing yourself at the edge of your desk.

“your hands.” you pointed out. his brows raised slightly, the moment he looked to his fingertips severus had noticed there had been a light tremble to them. you took his hands and squeezed them slightly.

“you have no need to be scared around me anymore.” you reassured; severus’ lips twitched slightly. oh he was very lucky alright.

“i understand that y/n...i happen to not be so on edge whenever you’re near.” severus said, his thumb stroking your knuckles, that resplendent smile of yours yet to fade away.

“actually, i have a question to ask you.” he said. you perked slightly as your hands were still woven with his.

“you do? what do you have to ask me sev?” you asked.

severus simply couldn’t forget the question, the most important question to him (other than a marriage proposal of course.)

“well, we’ve been…together for some time. and i...i just. would you like to move into my quarters?” severus blurted.

you blinked slightly. severus’ brows furrowed, his expression saddening as you had yet to say a single thing.

he had willingly prepared himself for you to say no, but once he looked up and saw that loving smile of yours, relief washed over him.

“you know i’ve been waiting for you to ask me for months, of course i will.” you replied, getting off the ledge of the table, reaching to your tiptoes to press a soft kiss.

severus’ hands cupped your cheek and your neck as your kiss lasted perhaps a little more than five seconds.

“you weren’t going to say no?” severus asked.

“why would i ever decline such a thing my dear. i’d be more than happy to move into your chambers tonight, tomorrow…but don’t count on me waking up early.” you answered.

he had felt a weight being lifted upon asking you that, and he couldn’t wait to have you around his quarters.

“gather your things, you can move in tonight.” severus said, his fingers dwindling at your hair as he looked at your beaming face, you pulled yourself into severus’ arms as you were excited beyond belief at his answer.

letting go from his grasp, you both stood there for a while admiring one another, both your thoughts pondering at how fortunate you were to have one another.

he stared intently at your eyes, how they wavered in varying directions as you gazed lovingly at him.

“you have a class soon sev.” you pointed out to him before he quickly snapped out of it and was about to leave to continue his lessons that were planned for the day. but you were quick to grab his hand and press a quick kiss to his cheek.

“i love you. i’ll see you tonight.” you spoke.

“i love you, my dear y/n.” severus said, before the let go of your hands and left your class.

with his cloak billowing behind him as he made his way back to the realms of his potions class, a small smirk appeared to his face. he truly hadn’t been this lucky in years, it was as if every thought he had of the past had disappeared and whilst he never revealed his emotions, he truly was on cloud nine.

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

the night was upon you both, you and severus had finished classes for the day. a spring in your step occurred as you almost sprinted to your quarters to gather all your things from your chambers in boxes. you heard a knock on your door, you rushed to open it and there he was.

he peered over your shoulder to see you had already packed everything. “sometimes y/n you forget you are a wizard.” severus said, waving his wand and in an instant all your things had disappeared.

“they would have transported to my quarters by now.” he said.

“okay okay, no need to show off.” you teased playfully slapping his chest as you took his hand made your way down to the spiral stairs to his quarters.

you opened the door and to no surprise, your belongings had arrived right in front of you both. “merlin how many clothes does one need?” severus asked completely taken aback at the mound of clothes you had owned.

it seemed as if you had something for every occasion you picked up some of the boxes and unpacked some of your clothes. you went into his bedroom and had noticed that even severus did his part in settling you in his chambers. you arranged your clothes in the wardrobes and drawers he had prepared, then you put your shoes next to his own pairs. once the clothes were organized, you saw severus had arranged your belongings all around his. your work next to his and all your prized possessions around the chambers.

“you seem to know your way around making a room look very cosy.” you said, it looked like he knew your vision and it felt right for the both of you.

knowing severus never felt like home with his own family, he did everything he could in order to make his chambers look like a place that his teenage self would love to be in.

“did you manage to settle into the bedroom?” he asked. you nodded, you lead him into the bedroom and had saw all your clothes and your personal belongings right there.

“i think we deserve a little bit of rest don’t you think?” you suggested, sitting at the edge of the bed. severus followed suit and sat beside you, he shifted around slightly looking over at his night shirt that had been hanging inside the wardrobe.

“oh, you want to get changed. i’m sorry about keeping you from doing that hold on.” you said, getting a hold of severus’ night shirt and handing it to him before you left and shut the door on him.

severus hadn’t ever met anyone that respected his boundaries or his limits, the fact that you put him first was something he was beyond fortunate for.

he hadn’t ever been fond of getting changed in front of anyone or revealing his body of any sorts. not since the day that wretched james potter and his little clique bullied him relentlessly in losing his one friend he had when he was at school. that didn’t matter anymore, why on earth would that memory resurface now? when he seemed to be at a position where he was most content with himself?

once severus finally got changed, he opened the door as an indication for you to finally come inside. you went inside and got into the bed with severus, laying down together severus had found himself staring at the ceiling, deep in thought as he finally let you into his quarters.

“it’s saturday tomorrow, am i mistaken?” he asked.

you peered over your watch and looked at the small calendar that sat on your bedside table. “yes, it will be.” you spoke.

severus only hummed, shifting himself to the other side of the bed. his eyes glaring at the door, but his gaze was soon averted to you as you peppered kisses all over his cheek and his neck left somewhat bare. you could only see a smirk on his face as he pulled you into his arms and you laid on his chest, his heart softly beating against your ear.

“would you care to do something you enjoy tomorrow, my dear?” he offered. you nodded with a grin to your face.

“what would you like to do sev?” you asked.

“my darling y/n i insist you pick what we do tomorrow.” he said. you couldn’t but giggle and kiss your lover.

your lips lingered on for just a while longer, severus’ scent clung onto you as both gazed into each other’s eyes once you pulled away.

“how about we go to that little pond you showed me? then we do little to nothing of importance and just read to one another, how does that sound?” you suggested.

“that seems like the perfect plan y/n.” severus answered.

you smiled more at his response, nuzzling your head into his chest and a deep chuckle emerged from his lips, kissing the top of your head.

“you’re perfect y/n. my angel.” he murmured under his breath.

you were nothing but perfect to him.

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

“can we just rest? we’ve been at it for hours!” the young boy harry potter exclaimed at severus, trying to make his way to the door to hurry out.

severus had no choice but to teach harry potter the art of occlumency, lord voldemort had returned and had to do all he can to protect the boy, despite his intense grudge.

“the dark lord isn’t…resting.” severus said, taking a glimpse into his eyes, grimacing instantly at how potter menacingly looks familiar to his bully. unfortunately, the bully just so happened to be his father.

“you and black you’re two of a kind, sentimental children. forever whining about how bitterly unfair your lives have been. well, it may have escaped your noticed, but life isn’t fair. your blessed father knew that, in fact he frequently sought to it.” severus said.

“my father was a great man!” harry defended.

“your father was a swine!” severus exclaimed.

grabbed a hold of his jacket, almost flinging him onto the other side of the classroom but before he could continue with his lesson, he saw harry had taken out his wand.

“legilimens.”

“protego!”

it had all happened so quickly and yet it was all too late for severus snape, his past slowly unravelling in front of the boy who lived.

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the art of legilimency and occlumency is unlike any other type of magic. it was nothing like looking at memories through a pensive, where you can see the whole story.

it can only let you see the snippets of a person’s timeline. who they were before the moment, why they had become the human they were today? unfortunately for severus snape, every day seemed to be a horrible memory for him.

nothing ever seemed to go correctly for the poor boy and even when he was in the place where he should have escaped from reality, not even that seemed to heal him from all the torment he had to go through.

but nothing could ever leave his mind, that was his worst memory.

unravelled at the seams.

“come on, moony, padfoot. expelliarmus!”

his memories unleashed, he saw his wand being flung 12 feet in the air and falling on the grass. the marauders and a few students giggling at this interaction mocking him relentlessly. severus always felt on edge, he felt defenceless against them, and it was all because of a friendship he had.

the only friendship he had.

“nice one, james.” sirius cheered.

after countless incantations of hexes from james, severus found himself flipped upside down, struggling to keep himself composed in this moment.

severus had the constant urge to spit out varying hexes at james but theres was certainly nothing he could do about it, especially when he was upside down.

“scourgify!”

severus heard but he couldn’t do anything as pink soapy bubbles streamed from snape's mouth at once; the froth was covering his lips, making him gag, choking him. the chemical bubbles drooling out of his mouth, he had been suffocating physically and emotionally.

“leave him alone!”

“take the curse off him!”

he could recognize that voice anywhere, that was lily evans. he had heard james sighing deeply and muttering the counter curses, letting him go of the magical hostage he was put under.

“you're lucky evans was here, snivellus-” james sneered.

“i don't need help from filthy little mudbloods like her!” severus snapped, but his eyes instantly widened, instant regret washed over his face as he turned to lily who was too stunned to speak.

“fine.” she said. “i won't bother in future. and i'd wash your pants if i were you, snivellus.”

“apologise to evans!” james screeched, his wand pointed directed to his neck.

“i don't want you to make him apologise.” lily shouted, approaching james as she looked to the two boys, fighting like 2 toddlers. “you're as bad as he is.” said she, rolling her eyes and glaring darts at severus.

“i could never call you a you-know-what!” james had admitted, however severus couldn’t seem to read his tone, he didn’t know if this was complete sarcasm or whether he was being genuine with his words. only one thing for certain was that james potter was a menace and a bully, and he would have done it again had opportunity knocked.

after being scalded by the young girly, she turned on her heel and hurried away.

a silence occurred in the field, severus’ guilt more unbearable than ever but james simply couldn’t care less as he reverted all his hexes and spells back onto the slytherin boy.

“right. who wants to see me take off snivelly's trousers?” james suggested, the smirk on his face never leaving.

he heard the chants and cheers of the students around him, snivellus greasy.

that was all he heard.

“snivellus greasy.”

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

“enough…enough!” severus yelled, his voice deepening by the second. harry taken aback at the thoughts he had seen.

harry had shifted around to see whether he was left back into reality, but once he turned to the front, he saw severus right in front of him, jolting slightly in his steps and almost knocking a few of his vials over, one empty vial however had smashed right onto severus’ hand as he went to grab the boy, his hand bleeding over the shards of glass that stuck to his hand.

it really was something out of a horror movie and harry had no words to describe the moment.

“having fun?” severus’ voice growled, before grabbing a harsh hold of his shirt.

“you’ve been enjoying yourself…haven’t you?” severus sneered, his teeth grinding on every word.

“i haven’t-”

“amusing man your father was.” severus sneered, before flinging the boy who lived onto the ground.

“you will not tell a single soul what you saw.” severus demanded harshly.

“i wasn’t going-”

“and your lessons are at an end.” severus monotonously added.

“get. out.” severus said. but harry had been frozen this entire time.

severus turn, his cloak swiftly following after, but it wasn’t as smooth or blissful like his demeanour, his brows furrowed with rage as he grabbed the boy, bashing his head to the wall.

“i don’t want to see you in this office, again! now. leave!” severus exclaimed.

letting go of the boy, harry had rushed out, shaken up by the encounter that he had with severus.

severus leaned to the shelf, his bloody hand drying up slowly as more blood trailed all over his hands.

tears swelled in his eyes, glaring at the table riddled with vials and cauldrons. by now they had been nothing but a blur, grabbing his wand and waving multiple silencing charms, his arms swiped the whole desk empty as screams of trauma left his voice. his cloak and frock coat torn to tiny pieces that matched the varying shards that flew all over the room.

severus’ eyes darted towards every shelf and took down everything on there in fury, with his sobs morphing into screams he felt powerless in his own life, not even he could control the fate that had remained of him.

his childhood filled with nothing but hatred from his father, whilst his mother sat there helpless, and all bruised up and not able to feed him. his father being nothing short of a monster. he remembered lily; she was so happy with him.

telling her that she was a wizard and they promised that they were going to be the best of friends.

at hogwarts.

that was supposed to be a place that he could get away from, but even then, hogwarts managed to haunt him every day he was there.

no matter where he went, he always got the short end of the stick, he always had a dark cloud raining all over him and it drained him constantly.

this was the last straw for severus snape.

his screams were deafening in the potions class, his pained voice rang throughout the entire room as the tears soon flooded his entire uniform.

severus reached for his sleeves, tearing them up more than it already was and grabbed his wand, pointing to his arm.

“sectum….sempra!” he hissed out, waving his wand in the directions he wanted, his arms filled with fresh scars, dripping all over the concrete ground. he chanted his own spell once more at his arms, and more blood appeared on his arms where the dark mark was.

he swore to himself he was never going to return to that time in his life, his worst moment and he still failed horribly.

he failed.

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“oh harry! there you are. have you seen professor snape anywhere?” you asked

“yes, i think he’s…in his class.” harry gulped.

you took a closer look at the young boy, he had been sweating bullets, and looked almost dehydrated.

“harry, are you okay? don’t tell me you and professor snape had another argument again.” you said.

“no! what makes you think that? i’m fine professor l/n!” he said in a hushed manner and hurriedly walked away.

that was very odd of him. no doubt harry would have come out of severus’ classes quite heated and angry from whatever argument he would have from the potions master, but this was odd. you continued to walk in the direction of severus’ class. but the sounds of glass muffled in the distance.

your eyes widened as you sprinted towards the door.

panic written all over your face.

once you opened the door, you saw the state of the potions classroom and there stood severus, hunched over at his desk, trembling at the seams.

“severus…” you called softly, his face twisted towards your direction, you feared what he had done or what was he going to do.

“you shouldn’t be…here. leave! leave now!” severus screamed his voice getting louder at every word.

manically throwing anything within his proximity, turmoil of emotions rushed into the man as he approached you, pointing his wand at your neck but you couldn’t do anything as you had backed up against the wall, his hands gripping at the fabric of your clothing as the tip of his wand poked at your neck and yet all you could do was panic.

“severus what are you doing? please stop!” you exclaimed.

“you cannot be here, get out now!” he shouted.

“severus it’s me! sev…don’t! it’s me, y/n.” you shrieked in an instant. severus paused for a moment, he took a glimpse in your worried eyes as he dropped his wand down.

a long tense silence commenced between you two, severus slowly walked toward his desk and slumped himself on his chair, completely drained.

you frowned, but the second you took a glimpse of all of his injuries you didn’t hesitate to help him instantly. you looked into his cupboard and there you saw a muggle first aid kit; you couldn’t help but think of how severus said it would be silly to have such a thing. you had magic, why would you need some silly muggle hospitality?

you picked up a nearby bowl, filling it up with water. you sat by severus and saw how much you would have to take care of.

but it didn’t bother you in the slightest.

you had cleaned up every wound he had on his arms, which made severus wince at how harsh the pain was. he tried so hard not to show you how hurt he was, but you could see through it, and it saddened you.

“it’s okay sev, i’ll be done soon.” you comforted him as you continued to treat his fresh scars. you then bandaged his arms and made sure the bandages weren’t too tight for him.

“why?”

you perked up at severus’ voice.

“why do you insist on helping me?” severus croaked.

it almost shocked you that severus would ask such a question.

can a man that has done so much, a man that has the world on his shoulders not be helped?

did he really think he was not loved?

it made you laugh slightly, which made severus perplexed. and yet he was so certain you were laughing at him.

“i just want to help you.” you answered.

severus eyes spoke a million words, insisting you continue.

“you always help me in everything that i’ve done here. you know how to pick me up when i’m sad or i’m not in the most…charitable of moods. it’s only fair that i do the same with you severus.” you spoke.

“please…look at me.” you pleaded.

severus looked into your eyes, as they filled with small tears.

“there is always someone who will cherish you and care for you, no matter what the situation. that just so happened to be me. how long have we been together, and you always cheer me up? hm? you are simply the highlight of my day, waking up in your arms, being given affection from you and all the kind things that you do for me is more than enough. i’m certain that all that you do is going to be for a good cause. and i hope you know how much you mean to me, severus.” you spoke.

your hand was cupped at his cheek, you pressed a kiss to his forehead as you then let go of him slowly

“please take care of yourself my dear. i’ll be in our quarters when you’re ready.” you said.

severus enjoyed those two words together.

our chambers.

yes, it felt just right.

“i will.” he muttered to himself, sympathetically you smiled at him before you left to go to the private quarters.

severus grabbed his wand and reversed all the mess that was made. he looked to his torn clothes, and the bandages that you did. his mind instantly screamed for you, waiting for you to come back.

you were what he needed, you helped him let go of his past and he yearned for you always.

severus’ tears occurred once more, the one person he loved dearly still stood by him. once the mess had been completely reversed, he left his classroom to go to his chambers.

he saw you idly reading a book, he approached you and took a hold of your hand lifting you into a warm and tight hug.

“thank you...” severus mumbled.

you only smiled and hugged him even tighter.

“you’re welcome severus.” you replied.

never had he felt so understood and respected more than he did now, you trusted him more than he could ever comprehend.

and that was the key to severus’ heart, right there.

it was you.

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

you had been waiting for severus for quite some time, you wanted to unwind a little bit with him and what better way than to relax by your favourite pond with him.

you had been reading one of severus’ favourite book to keep you company, knowing him you knew he liked to take his time with his appearance. doing each button one by one, on each sleeve that he had on his clothes.

it had been quite warm in the recent days so you sported one of your summer dresses. your eyes lifted themselves from your book and there you saw severus, approaching you slowly as his cloak followed him.

“there you are! i was worried you’d couldn’t find our pond.” you said smiling blissfully at severus.

“i’m severus snape. i never get lost.” he said, with a tinge of pride in his tone.

you couldn’t help but giggle slightly. you’ve always seen severus to the likes of mister darcy.

pride and prejudice had always been one of yours and severus’ favourite books.

even as a child, all the way through to current time, it was a book you simply couldn’t put down. whether it be jane austen’s writing style or your hypnotising hyper fixation on fitzwilliam darcy, you always found the opportunity to read such a book.

severus had shared such similarities to mister darcy, both are unconventionally attractive. while some may not be considered beautiful in today’s society, you found them beautiful on the inside and that was what mattered to you. in fact, both were deemed morally grey (or ambiguous), well severus’ intentions would always be made clear in the end. however, mister darcy’s intentions were never entirely revealed to the poor bennet girl, who believed was being led astray.

both were very much mysterious, but then again you always followed the leads of man with very little to know about. somehow both severus and darcy seemed to see you as nothing more than an acquaintance, however you knew that your version of pride and prejudice, neither of you saw one another as true enemies, nothing short of a friendly rivalry between the pair of and it was all in good spirits.

you had slowly begun to snap out of your comparisons between your lover and fitzwilliam darcy, your hand slowly grasping at the woven basket.

“i made you your favourite.” you said, opening it to reveal cupcakes.

“i knew you had a sweet tooth, and dark chocolate just so happens to be your favourite.” you revealed.

severus would never in a million years admit to anyone that he enjoyed something sweet here and there, but dark chocolate happened to be his favourite. something in its taste felt just right, it wasn’t too sweet nor was it too bitter, the sight of the cupcakes you made was enough to make his mouth water.

taking a small bite of the cupcake he had taken from your grasp, he felt calm. for once he felt certain of himself.

you scooted closer to him and found yourself resting on severus’ arm. he winced harshly which made you instantly get up.

“i didn’t hurt you did i?” you asked worriedly. “oh god i must have, i’m so sorry!” you apologized in a panic.

“y/n, no no! you don’t need to be sorry. it just so happens to be the aftermath of the events last night.” severus replied.

then you slowly realized.

you didn’t check up on severus this morning, before you went and prepared for this little day out you planned.

“how are they?” you asked.

severus’ serene and calm feelings sunk slowly.

“your injuries…i brought some spare bandages in case i needed to re-do them.” you spoke.

you took a hold of his hands and stroked them ever so gently in your grasp.

“its okay. you’re safe here.” you reassured.

severus only sighed, rolling up his sleeves and the bandages revealed themselves. you undid them and there you saw his scars. they had begun to heal ever so slowly.

“the healing spell could have finished this easily.” severus mumbled.

“well…we were tight on time and emotions were quite high.” you admitted.

once you had put the new bandages over severus’ injuries, severus was quick to roll his sleeves down. severus did nothing but worry over the last 24 hours, he hadn’t felt this anxious in years.

you could see the worry in his eyes, to say it concerned you was an understatement. you took a hold of his scraped hands, stroking them softly with your thumb.

“you needn’t worry about your scars. they shape you and show how far you’ve come and how much you have left to give.” you reassured him

severus’ tense body slowly relaxed within your grasp. he truly was grateful for you, his hands slowly let go of yours and cupped your cheek.

he kissed your forehead.

then his lips trailed to the bridge of your nose.

next was your cheek, which made way for him to kiss your jaw.

and finally…your lips.

you both exchanged slow and tender kisses. savouring every single moment with your lips. the bitterness on severus’ lips capsulated you and moved yourself further as you both wanted to share such an intimate moment with one another.

his other hand slowly slithered to your waist, caressing it gently with his fingers which left you yearning for more.

his thumb slowly stroked your bottom lip, you knew severus was always one to tease but it was one of those moments you would cherish.

you then brought the cupcakes and the book you had been reading a little closer, so that they were in severus’ proximity.

“reading pride and prejudice, again my sweet girl?” severus asked.

your smile grew wider upon mentioning of the book. “i just can’t seem to put it down.” you admitted.

you handed the book to severus, flipping to the page you had been reading.

“and this just so happens to be your favourite page.” severus said.

you rested your head on severus’ chest, his voice sending shivers down your spine listening to him read.

“in vain i have struggled. it will not do. my feelings will not be repressed. you must allow me to tell you how ardently i admire and love you.” severus read.

then there was silence between the pair of you. nothing but the birds tweeting, the sound of the pond’s water flowing slower than a turtle, the quiet breeze that your hair shortly followed.

“you really like that line, don’t you?” he said.

“it just truly captures mister darcy at his finest.” you said before taking a bite out of one of the cupcakes you picked up.

“you haven’t touched your cupcake.” you noted, severus looked down to find his cupcake only having one bite.

he then picked it up and slowly bit into the sweet delicacy, he had been filled with warmth the more bites he took. he truly was at a loss at how fortunate he was to have you; it was truly what he needed after the hectic events of last night.

“hey…sev?” you called to him softly.

he looked down to you as you brought his attention to you, “what are you thinking about?” you asked.

“you.” was all he said.

“who else would i be thinking about? i often feel as if i don’t voice my appreciation for you.” he admitted.

whilst he was a person who was never on top of the social pyramid, some of the things you had done for and with him would have him speechless, severus couldn’t find the words to tell you how much you had meant to him, so he was often left quiet and unable to voice his true feelings.

but whether he had been silent as a rabbit or as loud as a falcon, you loved him for who he was.

“the things you do for me…you are selfless. so selfless, putting myself first before you. and merlin…you are so perfect. so perfect, you still stay with me after all this time.” severus said.

it flattered you greatly, but you had yourself frowning at his doubt.

“you really are something off a classic book. with the way you speak and how beautiful you are to me.” you said as you giggled softly.

“of course, i stay with you always. you really are the one i love. you do so much for me. but you don’t see it sometimes. but here i am…to let you know of that. you, my sweetheart are everything and more. you are so deserving of love severus. i hope you know that i’ll be there to remind you of such. everyday.” you said.

severus’ eyes had been screaming of love, as your expressions filled with bliss and happiness made him feel content.

his hands were placed at your waist as he pulled you closer, hugging you tightly. you did nothing but smile more and more, his bitter scent was so appealing to you as you rested your weary head on severus’ chest.

“oh…is my poor dove tired?” severus asked.

you only nodded, feeling the weight of your eyelids droop heavier. you could do with a nap, after singlehandedly teaching all those students of yours. sometimes you didn’t realize how much hogwarts had required of you.

his fingers made small circles at your back as you didn’t move from the position you were in. severus smiled, for once. not a small smirk, but a smile that beamed ever so blissfully.

“come on y/n, i think you should rest somewhere more comfortable. can you stand for me princess?” he asked.

you only mumbled something that had seemed reminiscent of the word ‘yes’ so you slowly got up as severus put everything in the basket and lifted you in his arms and using his wandless magic to send the basket to the quarters.

“you might need to hold on tight my dear.” he spoke.

you had both apparated to the chambers you shared, he had placed you in the bed and tucked you in, he had slowly followed suit.

“is it naptime?” you mumbled.

severus chuckled deeply; you were perfect for him. “yes, now close your eyes sweetheart. i’ll be here once you wake up.” severus answered.

you buried your head into his chest as he then kissed the top of your head. his mind pondering about you, you were the true gift for him.

he wanted to cherish you if he could, and if you were happy being with him then he didn’t object.

you really did love him.

“rest well, my y/n. i love you.”

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