but harry is an actual kitten

Fluffy One Shots

Fics to make you smile

Sorted by length, will be updated as I find more fics

❤ For Effort - When Harry Styles lets his team down during gym class, resulting everyone having to run laps, he expects the worst. But the backlash never comes.Harry’s crush, Louis Tomlinson, may or may not have something to do with that. (one shot, 2k)

Whisk You Away - “Okay, so you met your high school crush, Harry Stills–” “Styles.” “Not for long,” Niall said in a sing-song tone, and Louis threw a chip at his face. It landed on top of his head. Niall grabbed it and put it in his mouth. “Anyway, so he is getting married tomorrow and invites you to help him bake a cake.” “Mhmm.” “And you accept. You can’t bake. And you can’t even make pancakes…Bravo.” Or…Louis is quick at assuming the worst, only for the best thing to happen.  (one shot, 2k)

The Weirdest Bloody Ice Cream Shop - Harry made eye contact with Lou and noticed his eyes were very blue. “Well…” Harry started. “Because you have the same name as this shop. It’s a shop rule that everyone named Lou gets free fro-yo.” Lou’s lips turned up very slightly at each end. He was rather pretty when he wasn’t yelling at Harry. “Neat rule,” Lou said. “Too bad my name is Louis.” And with that Louis (not Lou) shoved a £10 note in the tip jar and walked out of Lou’s Frozen Yoghurt with his probable sister. Probably forever. Harry sighed and looked at his watch. He had two hours left before he could close up, and, as it would turn out, he thought about the cute, angry boy named Louis for most of them. OR the frozen yoghurt au in which harry accidentally accuses louis of wanting to date a 5 year old and louis keeps calling frozen yoghurt ice cream (one shot, 3k)

Crush on My Croissant - Every morning at 6:50am the most attractive man in the world walks into Harry’s bakery and orders a chocolate croissant. What happens when Harry finally decides it’s time to take things to the next level? (one shot, 3k, part of a small series)

took my heart upon a one way trip - in which, louis needs help with a poetry assignment and harry can’t stop staring at the pretty boy who walked into his bookshop. the other three are in there too. (one shot, 4k)

Only Reason - “We are so lucky to have with us one of the leading experts on beekeeping in the modern age, Dr. Louis Draper.”
No. No, no, no…
“I know I speak for many of us when I say that this man’s books have guided our practice, or helped us get started,” Harry continued, and Louis watched as the crowd nodded their heads in agreement.
Oh shit. No. What? No.
But then Harry was gesturing towards him, saying “Dr. Draper?” into the microphone, the crowd was applauding, and Louis found himself walking up the stairs to the stage. Or, Louis is most definitely smitten with Harry from the second he sees him, but he is also most definitely not the world’s foremost expert on beekeeping. He decides to roll with it anyway
.  (one shot, 5k)

I made a map of your stars - Harry does not have a crush on Louis Tomlinson. Yes, Louis is very pretty and funny, and Harry may have had more than a few inappropriate thoughts about him, but he certainly doesn’t like him. (Except for the fact that he totally does.)

or, Harry is the shy boy in the back of the class that no one really notices. Louis is the loud, outgoing football player that everybody likes.
 (one shot, 5k)

you make my whole world feel right when it’s wrong - “Curly?” Louis says, stepping into Harry’s sight. “You okay?”
Harry looks up from where he has two things in his hands, a thick winter coat sized for a newborn, and a sweatshirt fitting a grown man such as himself. He looks up at Louis, stricken, and holds them out for him to see. “They’re the same price,” he says. “They’re both forty dollars! Forty dollars for such little material.” (or, Harry is pregnant and stops at the mall to buy cheap baby clothes. Louis has extra money from working a long shift, and he can’t think of a better way to spend it than on him.)  
(one shot, 6k)

come on, jump out at me - Harry is a witch from a long line of power, an ancient line that’s one of the strongest left alive in their hemisphere. He can cast spells without a word if need be, fly on a broomstick, and has a black cat (a kitten, really) named Felix that is his animal familiar. He can shape galaxies in his cupped hands and can destroy them just as easily. He can choose exactly how to use his power, for encouragement and support, or for more nefarious causes if he wishes to. And as fate would have it, he’s scared of haunted houses. (Harry is a witch who carries around a stuffed pumpkin, Louis is a vampire with too much time on his hands, and their best mates Zayn & Niall aren’t exactly what they seem…)  (one shot, 7k, part of a continuing and very good series )

Worth a Thousand Words - “Look, I’m learning some new stuff!” My name is Louis. My favorite color is green. I like movies. Do you know sign language?Harry huffed grumpily. Why are you learning sign language? “Because, I want to be able to talk to you.” Louis looked small, gripping tightly at the steering wheel. Why?    You’re my friend. Louis signed shakily, having to try it a few times before getting it right. And well, Harry just snapped. We’re not friends. I don’t know what makes you think that we’re okay but we’re not. You stopped being my friend once you found out that I went deaf. I don’t know if this is your way of ‘making up for it’ or if you think that hanging out with the deaf guy and learning a bit of sign language is your ‘kind deed’ to the world but I don’t want to be your charity case and I don’t want to be your friend.
or Harry went deaf at 5 years old and Louis just wants the chance be heard. (one shot, 7k, bit of angst but mostly fluff)

Tentatively - The whole university was anxiously waiting for the final weeks of the semester to wrap up, the taste of the summer already hanging sweetly and tempting in the air. Harry was right there in the thick of it all, getting distracted by the very same feline-born he had been crushing on ever since the beginning of uni. Harry had absolutely no plans to ever approach the boy. Ever.
But clearly the Universe (or the boy) wasn’t a fan of Harry having any control over his own damn life. -Or, Louis is a feline-born, and Harry’s big dumb crush on him is so massive he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
(one shot, 8k)

Love Is a Kitten from Hell - Louis Tomlinson passes himself off as an arrogant prick at his new school to hide the fact that he’s terrified of being bullied again. Just when he’s getting tired of putting up walls, he finds himself in a local pet shop where he finds a sanctuary playing with the kittens in the front window. Harry Styles is the popular football player who works at the pet shop, secretly watching the boy he thought was utterly unlikable prove him wrong. Partnered together for a class project, Harry gets more and more hints that Louis is actually someone worth getting to know. But the real question is, will Louis let Harry in? (one shot, 8k)

When the Lion Met the Fawn - Maybe lions are meant to hunt fawns, but in this case was the fawn who hunted the lion. (Or the one where Louis Tomlinson is a natural fighter without a fight and Harry Styles is a fawn hybrid too scared to stay but even more scared to run away. He gives Louis a reason to fight for)  (one shot, 9k)

but he can’t be what you need (if he’s eighteen) - “I need you to do something for me.” Harry said, pinching his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger. “It seems like you’re asking me to kill for you, H.” Louis laughed nervously. “It’s nothing that drastic, I promise. It’s just. I don’t think it’s a secret that I’m not a.. normal eighteen year old.” Louis furrowed his eyebrows at that, narrowing his eyes at the younger boy. “Are people giving you a hard time?” Louis wondered. Harry shifted in his seat and brushed some of his fringe off his forehead. “Yeah, that’s. That’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about.” Harry swallowed nervously. He could feel the sweat pooling at his hairline so he wiped it with the sleeve of his sweater. “I need you to uhm, pretend to be my boyfriend.” or the one where harry is sick of getting bullied and casts louis as the hot punk boyfriend to scare them away. louis needs harry to return the favor. punk!louis and flowerchild!harry (one shot, 10k)

set alight my veins - If Liam really thinks it’s funny to send him on a surprise date with a tattooed, leather wearing punk then Harry’s going to have words with him later. When he’s managed to stop staring at the guy across from him.-Harry’s quiet and shy and does all his homework. Louis drives motorbikes and never turns up to school. Their respective friends think they’d be a cute couple. (one shot, 11k)

Hold My Heart - “Excuse me, mate, I’m the window seat here.” The voice was soft, apologetic, and accented in something a bit unfamiliar — northern England, maybe, Harry thought. “Oh,” Harry jumped to his feet and moved aside, “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you standing there.” The other man laughed as he swung a bag into the overhead compartment and slid into the seat. “You were well caught up in that book, mate. What are you reading?” Harry paused, wondering how to explain the fact that he was reading an epic and x-rated romance that was the story of a relationship between a prince and the man he’d enslaved. “Oh, you know, just some fiction my sister recommended.” He turned to look at the man and froze.Sitting next to him was Louis Tomlinson.*** Or, the one where famous Louis Tomlinson offers his hand and a lot more to his seat mate on a transatlantic flight. (one shot, 14k)

The Edge of the Stars - Louis laughed. “You think you can convince some random guy to want to go out with me?” “Oh baby,” Jay chuckled. “I can convince all of the UK to want to go out with you.” Or, a Meet the Parents AU where Harry is the man of Louis’ dreams, and it’s up to Jay to convince him to date her son. (one shot, 16k)

the love is ours to make (so we should make it) - “I’m.. Harry. I nanny? For Ernest and Doris?” Harry responded. “A nanny? How old even are you? You look twelve.” Louis remarked. Something caught Louis’ eye, and a closer look revealed that Harry had a coat of pink nail polish on his fingers. “Nineteen. I’m nineteen.” Harry replied. “Right. Nineteen, wears pink, flower crowns and paints his nails. Who the actual fuck did my mum hire?” or the one where louis takes some time off from life to return home, only to be met with a strange boy in pink and a flowercrown as the nanny of his siblings.  (one shot, 19k, some sad parts but still really cute)

Heart Without A Home - Louis is staying at the shelter when a late entry pulls at his conscience and he decides to share his precious bed with the mysterious Harry. The pair somehow find an instant bond but Louis can’t help but feel Harry is hiding something…Featuring Zayn as a chef, Perrie as the shelter manager and Liam as a helper- and Louis’ best mate.  (one shot, 20k, this is kind of angsty but it still made me smile)

Away With The Fairies - Harry liked pretty things. Mostly the ornate flowers that grew around him, the trees majestically climbing towards the sky, sometimes the little colourful birds that flitted around in the branches of those trees. Harry’s wings themselves were considered beautiful, big butterfly-like shaped things glistening pink in the light but white underneath, almost translucent. He fluttered them behind him, feeling the breeze brushing off them. He was high up where he could see the most, studiously watching the human life on the ground below. He shouldn’t be here of course, he was beyond the borders of the part of the forest where his kind lived, but he couldn’t help it. Because Harry had found the prettiest thing of all. (one shot, 22k, you should read everything by this author)

faith, trust and pixie dust (and a little bit of something else too)** - “Are you seriously apologizing for taking out a bullet that was lodged in my shoulder and saving my life?” he asks slowly. “Y—yes?” the boy looks unsure of himself now. “Marry me—” For once, the boy isn’t the only one blushing and Louis silently curses Earthen terminology for making its way into his vocabulary. Taking a deep breath to regain his composure, he coughs out, “I mean thanks. That was very nice of you…?” “Harry,” the boy fills in quietly, flashing Louis a tentative smile. Louis thinks it suits him well and he mouths the name to himself, liking the way it rolls off his tongue. He watches as Harry hesitates before asking his own question, albeit doubtfully. “And you’re—you’re P—Peter Pan, right?” Or, the one in which Louis is a punk Peter Pan and Harry is an insecure flower child.  (one shot, 27k, quite a bit of angst but Harry’s character was too cute for me to not include)

with your love we could breathe underwater - Harry’s brow furrows, a look of confusion spreading over his face. “But I am real. I exist, see,” he says, raising a hand out of the water and wiggling his fingers at Louis. Louis finds himself relaxing a bit. Harry seems harmless really. And he’s quite cute, for something that’s not supposed to exist. If Louis is indeed having a hallucination right now, at least it’s a cute one. AU where Harry is a mermaid, Louis is a human, and they both discover a lot more than they anticipated. (one shot, 28k)

so i’ve been making monthly fic recs for a full year now! that’s so insane to think about honestly. thanks for all the support! my first monthly fic rec was for april 2016 and it had 10 fics on it. now they have upwards of almost 30 fics. that’s character development. anyway…

here are a bunch of fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of march. I recommend that you read these great fics in april, if you haven’t already. 

(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)


1. Perfect Storm (80k)*

What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding.

Harry and Louis choose the latter.

2. The Night Sky is Changing Overhead (124k)**

Harry is a tattoo artist, Louis is a drama professor, and they meet during an argument at a café.

3. All I Wish Not to Remember (71k)**

What happens when all you had, all you loved, all you held dear is viciously ripped away from you? When your inner core, once filled with love and hope and light, blackens to raw, dark hatred?

What happens when your soul is hopelessly consumed and no matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you attempt to shake yourself out, to rid your tormented mind of the opaque feelings that plague you, all you can see, all you can feel, all you can want is…

Revenge.

A modern adaption of The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas. A tragic tale of timeless undying love, merciless revenge, and selfless sacrifice.

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Ever think about what moving in with Harry would be like?

He’d wake up on move in day all smiles, even though it’s still really early in the morning. His place is all packed up, save for the mattress he’s slept on and his phone and charger that are on the floor next to him. And when he see you’re calling, his smile grows even bigger as he answers with a “Today’s the day, button!” 

When he shows up to the new place, you’re already there directing the movers with your boxes. You’re a bit perturbed when he’s got his hands full of snacks instead of his boxes, but this is Harry and of course he would come bearing gifts for the movers to express his gratitude, even though he’s already paying them a healthy sum and will undoubtedly pack on a hefty tip at the end. 


And you can’t help but marvel at the easy conversation and (bad) jokes he shares with the movers. Everyone loves Harry, especially you. No one is safe from his charm. And when he catches you watching him, he winks and excuses himself, making his way toward you. “Haven’t properly said ‘good morning’, have I?” He fixes all of that as his he holds you by the hips and presses his lips to your forehead.

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(As always, you can find all my fic recs in my FIC REC MASTERPOST) 

- Feels Like Coming Home , by @phd-mama : The last thing Harry Styles expects when he’s hanging out at the Someday Cafe in Somerville one rainy October day is for his ex, Louis Tomlinson to walk through the door, but that’s exactly what happens. After a spectacularly ugly break-up three years prior, Harry hasn’t heard one word from Louis, and he’s moved on. Gotten over him. But having Louis back in his life, not to mention working at the restaurant where he’s a chef, isn’t easy, and the feelings that Harry thought he’d left turn out to be not so easily forgotten. This is a story about love and the power of forgiveness, and how the hard choices we make define us, and change our lives.

Larry ex to lovers AU (60k) : OOMMMGGGGGG this is the best angst fic I read for a long time !! Very well written, absolutely painful and beautiful, maybe some TW (read the tags) , but really really read this now. (kind of share that for the smut, awesome btw)

- When We Were Younger , by @waytoomanypeopleintheaddisonlee : About a week after Harry started visiting this particular chat room, he was watching some kid argue with the whole room about football, personally disinterested as he tipped a bag of crisps into his mouth. He happily chomped on the crumbs, taking a swig from a glass of Ribena to wash them down, glancing at the screen and very nearly spat the squash back out again. His heart was pounding wildly. The display icon of the argumentative newcomer had caught his eye, and not in a good way. He gulped as he clicked the picture, and when it popped up in full resolution, his heart nearly fell right out of his arse. - Sixteen year old Harry Styles’ world turns upside down when he logs on to gay teen chat to discover somebody has stolen his photos and used them as their own.

Larry Catfish AU (76k) : starting with teenage Harry and going on for a few years of a online/phone relationship. Very well done ! angsty and (obviously) full of phone sex :D (kind of share that)

- Save your loving arms for a rainy day , by @briannamarguerite : “What’s got your panties in a twist, then, pop star?” the man finally asked, his gaze returning to Louis’ face. Something pressed against Louis’ chest and for a moment Louis let himself wonder what it would be like to let all his secret spill out. To fall into the space between them and be devoured by this stranger. Terror mingled with bliss, tangling into a sharp throb he had to swallow hard against. “Absolutely nothing,” Louis said instead. “Happy days, yeah?”The man clicked his tongue once, a disappointed, wet tetch that Louis felt. Actually felt. “My mistake.”Louis turned desperate eyes on him, blinking too fast. He could see his own lashes flutter. “I’m living the dream, mate” he said and even he could hear the way his voice cracked along the edges. “What would I have to be upset about?”–Or the one where Louis is a pop star who has lost his voice and Harry helps him find it.

Larry famous-not famous AU (19k) : singer Louis and record-shop Harry, a bit angsty, some good smut (bottom Louis) and songwriting,  very well written !

- Your Love Was Handmade , by @inked-withlove : There must be a rule book describing in detail how you proceed from being best friends to lovers. That’s what Louis thinks. But maybe, there isn’t a need, Harry decides. Maybe you just follow your instinct and…run your finger down your best friend’s bare back. That should seal the deal for sure.Or, Harry and Louis are best friends who are also mutually pining, and when a work trip looms in to separate the two of them for three weeks, they finally get their shit together.

Larry BFF to lovers AU (5k) : BFFs who share a apartment  and are pining on each other are my kind of shit. Just a bit of smut.

- Perfect Storm , by @cherrystreet​: What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding.Harry and Louis choose the latter.

Larry ex to lovers and fake relationship with a twist AU (80k) : angsty (but not THAT much), smutty (hello angry sex)(botyom Louis) and awesome :)

- You’re My Favorite Bird , by @supernope : Harry sets his hands on the counter and leans over them, looks Louis in the eye and says, “Louis, would you like to go bird watching with me?”Louis just blinks at him for a moment, like he’s not sure how to respond, then says, voice slow and unsure, “Is that a euphemism?”  Also known as: Harry is an ornithologist and Louis owns the camera repair shop where Harry gets his photos printed. Niall works for Louis, Liam works with Harry, and Zayn paints. There’s a cat, some camping, some bird watching, and obscene amounts of fluff.

Larry AU (33k) : Ornithologist-Photographer Harry, a lot of pining, some great smut (bottom Harry) , and kudos for the tattoos.

- Down For The Count And I’m Drowning And I’m Helpless  , by  patdkitten : “Staring costs extra, mate,” he says, perfectly cheeky. Harry didn’t know he found cheek sexy, but it’s definitely a turn on. He’s working up a response, turn on the Harry Styles trademark charm, when he hears a small whirring sound. Somehow, in his approach, Harry’d missed the ears perched on the barista’s head. Now that he’s aware of them, though, the dark brown fuzzy ears tipped in black twitch in his direction with another quiet whir. They remind him of the maid cafe he went to once in Japan, but while they hadn’t been attractive to him there, on this barista, they’re as sexy as the cheek.Yeah, Harry could definitely use a booty call. Maybe if he’s lucky, the barista’s getting off soon and would be interested in getting off with him…? He can dream, at least.— Harry Styles is an international pop star who suffers from insomnia, and Louis is the sassy little barista in fox ears and tail that won’t get out of Harry’s head. And the sexting is pretty damn great, too.

Larry Coffe Shop AU and Famous/not famous (5k): popstar Harry and sassy barista Louis, no smut.

- Love Is a Kitten from Hell      by  Anonymous : Louis Tomlinson passes himself off as an arrogant prick at his new school to hide the fact that he’s terrified of being bullied again. Just when he’s getting tired of putting up walls, he finds himself in a local pet shop where he finds a sanctuary playing with the kittens in the front window.Harry Styles is the popular football player who works at the pet shop, secretly watching the boy he thought was utterly unlikable prove him wrong. Partnered together for a class project, Harry gets more and more hints that Louis is actually someone worth getting to know. But the real question is, will Louis let Harry in?

Larry High school AU (8k) : cute and fluffy, with no smut.

“You have sent the fanbase into a frenzy! And why’re you wearing like three layers of clothing? It’s barely cold out.”

Harry looks at his surroundings when he receives the text whilst simultaneously unlocking his car door.

“What do ye’ mean? I’ve not done anything! But how do you know what I’m wearing? I’ve not even started the drive to yours.”

“I think you underestimate my fifth sense when it comes to you, babe! Haha no, woke up to tweets about your long-expected-finally-showing curls. But seriously Haz, aren’t you burning up under all that?”

“Oh, I knew I wasn’t walking alone! You’d think I’d be used to it by now. But not really. Feeling a bit under the weather actually.”

“Harry, meeting my parents can’t be that bad that you’re faking being sick. They’re gonna love you, trust me.”

“I’m not trying to get out of going to your parents, kitten. M'really not feeling well. Been taking medicine so hopefully I’ll be better before we make our trip out.”

“Uh huh, let’s hope you’re not lying to me! It’s probably just anxiety, you’ll get over it.”

“M'not! Promise. Heading over now though. I’ll see you in a bit, pet. Love you xx”

“‘Kay! Love you, too! xo”

***

“Should have really at least taken the hoodie off, babe. Your hair’s damp and I don’t think it’s from rain!”

Y/N opens the door as soon as she hears his car alarm beep, Harry making his way up the steps to her place. He’s wearing his beanie, hair curling out from under it, and she can see why his fans went crazy.

She opens the door further to allow him to step inside, receiving him with a peck to the lips before shutting the door and helping him with his bag.

“Yeah, feeling a bit hot now, actually.”

She watches as he toes off his shoes. And she really shouldn’t gawk at how broad he looks as he raises his arms up and reaches to grasp the hoodie from behind, ridding his body of the thick garment in one swift move as he pulls it over his head. And then again to remove yet another sweater, leaving him in a white tee.

She walks over to the sitting area and sets his bag on the sofa when Harry throws his shorts over her head, chuckling loudly before walking over and engulfing her in a hug, pecking her head in adoration.

“Harry!” She whines, grabbing the shorts and aimlessly throwing them on top of his bag.

But her whines are drowned with the sudden press of Harry’s lips on hers, pecking lightly at first. One peck. And then he pulls away to look down at her, her lips pulled up into a smile now. Another peck. And he pulls away again, this time earning a light giggle. On the third kiss, he keeps his lips on hers a bit longer, his hands now on the small of her back, pressing her flush against him.

And for a minute Y/N had forgotten Harry is wearing a pair of white tights, but she’s suddenly reminded when she feels his bulge pressing against her, not in a sexual way or anything, but it makes it all the more…innocent? Having Harry so close. Being able to reach out and wrap her arms around his neck, playfully tugging at his beanie until she finally takes it off and puts it on her own head.

And it’s then that he breaks the kiss, with a light whisper of “m'gonna get ye’ sick, too, poppet.”

But she disregards the comment, instead she looks him over. The crinkles by his eyes from how he smiles down at her, puffy for some reason, his lips plump and pink from having just kissed her, his hair just a tad disheveled from having just taken the beanie off.

“If you’re as sick as you say, on you go for a shower!” She pecks his lips one last time before bringing a hand down to his bum and giving him a playful pat.

“M'not fakin’ t'get out of meetin’ ye’ parents, kit'en.”

Harry knuckles at his eyes, his other hand running down her arm to take her hand in his, his rings cold on her skin. He brings it up to his lips and kisses the back of her hand lightly before taking a few steps backwards. And he smirks when he sees Y/N’s eyes linger down south. But she doesn’t even try to hide it, eyes dancing on the verge of lust at the view of Harry’s outlined cock. Tights much too tight that it leaves little to the imagination, and they surely outline it perfectly. It’s when Harry clears his throat that she finally comes back out of her own thoughts.

“Can take a shower with me if ye’ wan’, poppet. Wouldn’t mind it at all.” And he brings his fingers down to the top of his tights, thumb sneaking past the waist band to adjust himself.

“Harry, stop!” Y/N’s laugh echoes through the house and she glares at Harry, but he just winks at her, “but as much as I’d love to, I have to finish packing. Now go!”

With out another word, Harry begins his walk to her room, but not before wiggling his bum her way, earning a giggle.

And Y/N can’t believe that after all this time, Harry still has the power to make her feel weak. Heart thumping, chest tightening, butterflies in her tummy weak.

***

The drive to her parents has been nothing less than a nightmare. Y/N would have counted on a complying Harry, but all he seems to be doing is complaining. At first, the car is too hot and the air is barely “breathable.” Then, after turning on the A/C, in which moment Y/N has to put on a sweater because even though Harry is hot, she is rather chilly, he complains about a headache. And after that it becomes too cold, and not only does Y/N have to take her sweater off for the third time, but now she’s also having to take her top off. And she would’ve appreciated Harry’s comment about how much he loves when she’s not wearing a top any other day, but at that particular moment the compliment’s only made her all the more frustrated.

So now, the drive’s become more of a chore than she would’ve liked. She doesn’t wanna press on Harry’s illness, knowing he’s probably just feeling anxious. But she does think he should maybe tone it down a bit and stop being so melodramatic.

Harry’s really beating himself up though. Doesn’t want Y/N thinking he’s actually trying to avoid meeting her parents. He’s been eager to make the trip ever since he first pitched the idea, and c'mon, if he didn’t wanna meet them he wouldn’t have even brought it up. Y/N was always going on about how she thought it might be too soon. How she didn’t want her parents to over step their boundaries and judge him because he’s Harry Styles and he might not be living the lifestyle they’d want their daughter to surround herself with. But after much convincing, she’d caved, and Harry’s been ecstatic since then.

So yeah, he really doesn’t like upsetting his Y/N, and he’ll prove he’s not backing out from this even if he ends up in the hospital.

After hours of silence, they finally arrive, but Y/N still doesn’t utter a word. Instead, she opens the car door as soon as Harry’s pulled into the driveway and putthe car on park.

She opens the boot and helps out with the duffle bags, leaving Harry to carry the bigger suitcase. And he has to find the strength in him to pull it out of the boot, stumbling back a bit from the force, his eyes blurry and head woozy. But he takes a deep breath and continues to lock the car before catching up behind Y/N, who’s leading the way to her parents’ home.

From the moment he steps foot inside, he feels it. He feels the warmth that a home should have. Pictures decorate the walls, personalising its surroundings. Y/N’s parents meet him with tight hugs and comments of how happy they are to finally meet Harry. Y/N’s mom makes a comment on how handsome he is, and he swears she might have even blushed when Harry smiles at her. Her dad greets him with a ‘son’ and Harry likes the sound of that.

Y/N excuses them after a moment, telling her parents she’s gonna settle them in her old bedroom real quick before having to head down for an early dinner.

Harry trails behind her, luggage in hand. She sets their stuff down on the end of the bed they’ll be sleeping in, shuffling about to unpack the necessities. Harry just watches her body move around the room, clearly still remembering where everything should go. He stands by the door quietly, fiddling with his rings and biting the inside of his cheek because he really just wishes she’d stop being mad at him, wishes she can just look at him at least. And he can feel the worry lines begin to form on his forehead, his lips pulled into a line in thought of how he’s gonna make this up to her. Not that it’s any of his fault, but he just can’t stand to see her upset.

But he continues to stand there, fingers running through his damp hair, eyes drowsy. And it’s not until he yawns that Y/N finally pays him any attention since they left her place.

She walks over to him and brings a hand to cup his cheek. She stands on her toes and brings her lips to his forehead in a light kiss. “Take a nap, babe. I’ll come get you when the food’s done.”

Harry complies easily at that, toes his shoes off and sneaks under the covers.

***

Y/N isn’t sure why Harry’s still asleep. She dragged making dinner as long as she could so he can rest longer, but for some reason Harry’s still upstairs.

“Be right back mum, gonna go get Harry.”

She makes her way to the room, peeking the door open, the room just a bit brightened by what’s left of daylight seeping through the window curtains. It’s odd, when Harry’s asleep there’s usually a wheezing sound, a sound that soothes her ears when they’re laid in bed. But the room is oddly quiet. She sees his body stir a bit, and it’s when he painfully grunts that she walks to stand over him, peeling the covers back just a bit.

“Oh my god, babe,” her heart just about stops at the sight of him. Paler than usual, lips a bright pink against his complexion. “You’re soaked in sweat.”

She removes the cover all the way then, tugging at his arm for him to sit up.

“Harry, why didn’t you tell me?” The worry in her voice breaks Harry’s heart, he thinks he really should have taken more medicine.

“Tried t’.” His body is weakly slumped, head hanging because he doesn’t even have enough strength to hold it up.

She’s working to get his drenched shirt up and off, tossing it elsewhere before pulling the covers around his shoulders.

“Oh I’m so sorry, sweets. Crap I’m really really sorry. You did try to tell me.”

“S'fine, kit'en.” He’s rubbing at his eyes tirelessly as Y/N walks away and back, towel in hand. She runs the soft cloth over his face, down to his chest, and wherever else she can reach before bringing it up to his hair. Seeing how week he is, she then helps him put on another shirt.

“It’s not.” She takes her hand to his forehead, and she almost loses it at how hot he feels. And god does she feel awful. Knows she should have believed him, or at least made sure and checked him.

With out a single word, she runs out of the room, and explains to her parents how sick Harry is before running back and taking a seat next to Harry who’s now lying back down, covers tucked under his arm.

He feels her tap at his shoulder to get him to face her, and gulps down the spoonful of medicine she gives him before she tells him her parents have called their doctor over.

“M'sorry for ruinin’ our first day here, lit'el one.”

“Oh no no,” as if she hadn’t felt bad enough, now HE’S the one apologising for being sick, that’s just like Harry to do that.

She wraps an arm under and around Harry’s shoulder, shushing him as she pulls his body closer to hers, her fingers trailing under where his eyes have swollen before tangling in his hair in soothing strokes. She kisses where his eyebrow arches, and Harry can only bury his face in her neck then, pursing his lips to lay a gentle kiss on her neck.

“G'na take care o’ me now?” His glossy green eyes look up at her, the lines on his forehead prominent.

“Until you’re all better, babe.”

Harry hums at that, and even though he’s sick and feeling awful, having Y/N with him, fingers running through his hair, help more than he can ever ever express.

Kitten

My first writing piece on here, oh God…. xx


From the moment you saw him in that red coat, you wanted him to fuck your brains out. You didn’t ask him to but over the course of the Kings of Leon concert, you hinted at it very subtly. A stroke of a hand, a kiss on an ear, a whisper on a tongue. Throughout the night, you always had your hand on him somewhere; his hand, his shoulder, his waist, his chest, his face. And no-one could blame you. Because Harry Styles was one fine-looking man who just happened to be yours.

The band was amazing and you had a great time, despite staring at your boyfriend for over half of the concert. There was a moment about 50 minutes into the concert when you said that you needed to go to the toilet; Harry being protective of you asked Glenne to go with you. Everyone thought you just needed to do your business but no. Your plan was sneaky. Glenne waited outside for you very patiently while you locked yourself in one of the cubicles. It took all of five seconds to pull your panties down your legs and over the hook of your heels. The air shot up in between your legs and you closed your mouth to stop yourself from squeaking. You straightened out your dress, stuffed your panties into your clutch and went back out to join Glenne.

You returned with her midway through a song and Harry was having a blast, drinking and singing along. Your arm automatically went around his waist and he smiled down at her, wrapping his free arm around you. From his touch, the heat in between your legs began to grow immediately. You couldn’t help it, you were turned on by him basically 100% of the time.

“Are you OK, baby? You look flushed. You hot?” He said in your ear over the loud music. Well, in truth, you were hot. It was stuffy with all the lights and the people but the reason you were flushed was clear to you. You leaned up on your heels and pressed your lips to his ear.

“Yes, because I have no panties on.”

Harry stiffened from your words and his arm tightened around your waist, sending a flash of desire into your folds. You didn’t care if people were taking pictures of you two. You wanted to show him affection and he felt the same way so nothing stopped either of you. Your lips came together with his in a searing kiss, which matched the song Sex On Fire.  It was always hard for you to control yourself when Harry was kissing you as his kisses were beyond the feeling of incredible. They were like fire or like a spring breeze. Soft and hot. Perfection. You clutched the lapel of his coat with your free hand, sighing into the kiss.

“Harry, everyone can see you.” Jeff said from behind him.

“Oh, sod off.” Harry scoffed and kissed you again, wetting your lips tenderly. When he pulled back, you saw the look of lust in his sparkling green eyes, shining in the dark.

“Where are they?”

“Where are what?” You asked.

“Don’t act all innocent. Give them to me.”

You gulped. How the fuck am I going to give him my panties without anyone seeing them?! He gestured for you to come closer so you did, so close that your chests were touching. You bit your lip and opened your clutch a little bit, quickly fishing out the lacy material. Fortunately, they were black so they weren’t very noticeable. Harry tucked your panties into one of the pockets on the inside of his coat, turning back to the band as if nothing happened.

“Am I going to get them back?” I asked.

“If you’re a good girl.” Was his response. And for the rest of the concert, the panties were never brought up in conversation.

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Missing You

Harry pulled his daughter closer while they walked towards the car, gravel crunching beneath their shoes as the wind whipped their coats forcefully. The seven year old sneezed due to her little cold causing him to hold onto her little hand tighter as she gripped her coat closer to her chest. Violet hid her nose behind the fabric to shield herself from the nipping cold

The two hurried towards the car and Harry held the door open for Violet while she scooted in before Harry quickly slid into the drivers seat. He let out an exhale as he rubbed his hands tighter, rings clinking against one another in the process.

“Wan’ some lunch bug” Harry mumbled as he turned on the heat.

Violet hummed happily feeling the hot air hit against her red little face. “Yes daddy” she smiled not looking up from the coloring book she always left in the car. “M’ starving!” She gushed.

Harry began driving while cranking up the radio to fill up the silence between the two. On this day every year Harry and Violet would go to mummy’s favorite restaurant after visiting her. Both would be usually quiet on this day, not having to say anything- not knowing what to say or what to do for that matter. They didn’t mind, they got to look back on fond memories they shared with y/n. Of course Harry remembered y/n more then Violet but she never asked him questions about her mummy and he dared not to start a conversation. It broke his heart knowing that he would have to tell her stories that mummy was supposed to tell her, he couldn’t bare to see sadness in her eyes as she tried to remember her mummy’s voice. — Scowling at the paparazzi that were outside the restaurant trying to get the perfect shot of the two, Harry had Violet’s back face the glass windows that separated them from the men with camera’s. Y/n always pressed about how she wanted Violet to be shielded away from the media and Harry took that very seriously but he couldn’t shield her away forever, there were always people trying to catch a glimpse of his little sunshine.

“Anything to drink” the waiter smiled making Harry’s eyes snap up at the boy.

“Two hot chocolates please” he smiled as he winked at Violet.

“With extra chocolate!” Violet giggled.

“Right away” the waiter smiled before walking away.

Harry smiled looking at his daughter, thinking how much she resembled her mother. The two girls loved chocolate- he remembered y/n would always say “Theres never too much chocolate!” Which always caused Violet to giggle in agreement. Resting his chin on the palm of his hands he couldn’t help but reminisce over the fact that Violet looked so much like her mummy. She got her thick wavy hair from her mum and the chestnut brown hair from her dad. The skin around her eyes would crease when she’d laugh just like her mothers, her cheeks would flush when she was angry, or embarrassed just like her mum’s. Violet’s big green eyes sparkled as her long eyelashes fluttered while she looked at Harry.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah petal?” He hummed.

“Can I have the grilled cheese?”

“O’ course” he chuckled as he looked down at the menu trying to figure out what he would get.

The waiter came back with the hot chocolates with an extra pump of chocolate, causing Violet to hum happily as she took a sip of the warm drink. The two ordered their food- Violet getting her grilled cheese and Harry getting his favorite lemon flavored chicken and mashed potatoes.

Violet sunk her teeth into the cheesy goodness making her eyes light up while Harry took a bite of his chicken, humming happily in satisfaction. Harry could sense something was on his baby’s mind as she gulped down her food and looked down at her plate as if she was hesitant to look up at him.

“What’s wrong love?” He asked worriedly.

“I- I er- have a question” she mumbled.

“About wha’ Violet?” Be raised his eyebrows up at her.

“Mummy” she nearly whispered.

Harry’s face instantly went soft as he sat back in his chair letting out a small huff realizing that this day would come sooner or later. Of course she would start to ask questions.. her mother passed when she was only four and she barely remembers her.

“Ask me anythin’ yeh want kitten” he smiled.

Violet took a deep breath and looked up at Harry with hopeful eyes. “How did yeh and mummy meet?”

Harry’s throat went dry- not excepting such a question. But who was he kidding? He was going to have to tell her sooner or later.

“All my friends know how their parents meet” she trailed off.

Harry sat up and nodded as he took ahold of his daughters hand “S’ a funny story actually” he chuckled making Violet smile proudly.

“Really?!”

“Mhm” he laughed.

“I was walkin’ down the street- no- oh yea yea I was walkin’ down the street… in London” Harry nodded at her. “Mum was with you’re aunt Leah (y/n’s sister) and she saw me walkin’ towards them” he chuckled “an’ she was so scared to come say hello to me.. so you’re auntie pushed her into me and I nearly fell over” he laughed making Violet lean in towards Harry, hanging onto each and every word.

“Scared?” Violet asked in amusement.

“Yea! She was s’ nervous!” He laughed.

“wow” Violet giggled covering her mouth with her hands.

“So mum asked for a picture and I… said yes” he smiled. “But I was runnin’ late for an interview so I was in a hurry” he sighed as Violet rested her chin on her hands. “You’re mum was somethin’ she was askin’ me all these questions that I had no time to answer so… so I have her my number” Harry said as his eyes started to water.

“Uh huh!”

“I gave her my number an’ I told her to call me whenever she’d like… an’ I’d answer any question she’d have” he sniffled. “Tha’ is how we met” he sighed as tears ran down his cheeks. “So a few days later… mum called an’ we met at a lil’ coffee shop” he sniffled.

Violet smiled and closed her eyes as she imagined what the sight would’ve been like causing tears to form in her eyes as well.

“Was she pretty?”

“Oh- she was gorgeous” Harry hummed “she was a sight to see” he smiled. “Almost as pretty as you”

Violet blushed as she slid off her chair and jumped onto her fathers lap. He sighed as she hid her face in his chest while he stroked her hair, kissing her forehead.

“I miss mummy” she whispered.

“M’ too love” he hummed. “But yeh know what?”

“Hmm?”

“She’s always with us” Harry smiled “in here”

He pointed to Violet’s heart making her press her lips together to hold back her tears.

“You think?” She trembled.

“I know so” he hummed.

“You too? She’s with you too.. I think” she gushed.

“Yes. Mummy is always with me too”

“Good” she whispered. “Even though mummy isn’t here with us… she’s always in our hearts” she smiled.

“Always” Harry smiled as he held her tighter and kissed her forehead.

Trust (Part 3)

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Request - A Harry hook one with the reader being Cheshire cat daughter and Harry like-love her and she have trust issues and that even on the isle she can use her powers (Ya know the cat of Alice in Wonderland that the movie with Johnny deep) and she befriended the wonderland kids (the mad hatter son or daughter etc) I’m sorry if you don’t get it, you can do it something like that but with the Cheshire cat thing, hope you can do something -xoxox
Requested by - Anonymous
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Word Count - 1,069
Pairing - Harry Hook x Reader


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Which Name? (DRARRY FANFIC)

Writing Prompt 1/6 Requested by @iahcpm
Request: “Maybe a fic where they talk about who’s name they will take when they get married…?”
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Send me a prompt, must be SFW and must be Drarry.

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“Potter, I assure you that my name is a better choice.”

Harry splutters indignantly. “Draco, I don’t see why we can’t just choose my name.”

Draco rolls his eyes, lounging back on the couch with his hands behind his head. “I need to carry on the Malfoy name. Besides, Draco Potter doesn’t sound right, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yeah, well, Harry Malfoy doesn’t sound right either!” Harry replies, glaring at Draco. “I think Potter sounds better with your name than Malfoy does with mine!”

“Pansy thinks mine is better.”

“Yeah, well–”

“As does Blaise,” Draco interrupts. “And all of our friends.”

“I don’t think Hermione or Ron ever said that!” Harry crosses his arms and stares challengingly at the blond, tapping a foot on the ground.

“Ginerva did. Shocked?” Draco smirks as Harry just blinks, startled. “You see, surprisingly, she has some sense in her.”

Harry huffs, plopping down upon the couch by Draco’s head, turning a bit to look down at him. Draco just smiled innocently back. “Oh, stop giving me that face, you prat. You know she hates you calling her Ginerva, and of course she has sense, she’s the captain of one of the best quidditch teams in the world!” He pokes Draco in the shoulder. He just smiles wider. “You’re evil,” Harry mutters. “Why exactly are we getting married?”

“Because you love me,” Draco replies simply, poking Harry back, in the cheek.

“Ow.”

“Suck it up, Potter.”

“Says you.” Harry replies, rubbing his cheek. “You were wailing last night at three in the morning because you stubbed your toe on the wall!” He rolls his eyes. “I swear, if we didn’t have silencing charms on this house the entire neighborhood would’ve been woken up.”

Draco snorts. “As if. Keep on topic. I think we should hold a vote.” He stands, smoothing his ruffled shirt before walking over to the fireplace. “Come on over here, Harry. We’re going to get all of our friends.” He takes a ceramic jar from next the the fireplace, throwing a small handful of floo powder into the dark space. “Granger-Weasley Residence!” The flames flare bright green. “Well come on then, stick your head in.” Harry and Draco do so.

“Hermione? Ron?” Harry calls into the dark room. A minute or two pass before soft footsteps creak through the house.

“Honestly! It’s three in the morning, you two!” A clearly recently-woken Hermione pads into the room, rubbing her eyes as she flicks on a light. Harry and Draco stare at her, stifling giggles. “What?”

“You have a lock of hair sticking strait up,” Draco offers.

“You look like a unicorn,” Harry snickers.

“Ugh!” She whisper yells, quickly flattening her hair against her head, looking around and grabbing a hair tie, which she wraps her hair in to keep in in place. “There. Satisfied? Now quiet down, I don’t want you two to wake Ron up.” She whispers fiercely, glaring at the two of them halfheartedly.

“’mione?” Ron’s sleepy voice echoes into the room. “Where’d you go?” His speech is stifled by yawns.

“Oh, now you’ve done it!” Hermione marches out of the room to get her husband.

“Do you think we should be worried?” Harry whispers to Draco.

“Of course. She’ll probably enlist Pansy to help with her revenge plan.”

“Maybe she’ll attack us with books.”

“I wouldn’t put it past her.”

Hermione comes marching back into the room, tugging Ron by the arm, who looks white startled and suddenly awake. “What are you whispering about?” She asks suspiciously.

Draco smirks. “Oh, nothing. Weasley, I didn’t know you wore pink pajamas. With snitches flying all over them?” He snickers. Harry tries to hold back a laugh.

“Hey!” Ron retorts.

“Ron, you have to admit they are a bit funny,” Harry says.

Ron sighs. “Yeah, well, Hermione made me wear them. Luna got me them for Christmas, and now she finds them entertaining!” He frowns. “At least she got normal ones.”

Hermione shakes her head. “Mine are covered in kittens.”

“So?”

“That tickle you while you sleep,” she finishes dryly. Turning back to Draco and Harry, she puts her hands on her hips. “So, what exactly compelled you to wake both me and Ron up at three in the morning?”

“Three twenty five, actually,” Draco supplies. Hermione glares. “Okay, okay. We can’t agree on whose name we will take when we get married.”

“So Draco and insisted on waking you all up for a vote,” Harry finishes, earning a push from Draco. “Hey!”

“Will you two stop fighting?” Hermione shakes her head, exasperated, but a smile tugs at her lips. “Well, you so politely mad sure we were awake, why not. Clear out so we can get through,” she orders, flicking her hand in a gesture to back from the flames. Harry and Draco take their heads from the floo, making way for Ron and Hermione to come through. Not a minute later, the two step form the flames, brushing the soot from their pyjamas.

“So why am I awake at three in the morning?” Ron mutters.

Draco smirks. “Well, now that you’re here, we’ll get Pansy and Blaise.” Harry tries to back away. “You get to help, Potter.”

“Pansy is going to kill me,” he whines, but follows Draco back to the fire.

“Parkinson Manor!”

Pansy looms in front of them, an eyebrow raised, and a cup of tea delicately held between her hands. “What brings you here at this hour? You’re lucky I’m awake already.” She takes a sip of her tea.

Harry groans. “Please don’t go into lecture mode, Hermione already told us off for waking her up at three i–”

“Three thirty one,” Draco interrupts.

“Fine, three thirty one in the morning.”

“I will explain if you come through, Pansy.” He backs from the flames, pulling Harry with him. Soon after, Pansy stepped through, taking in the site of Ron and Hermione still half asleep sitting on one of the couches, before shrugging and flouncing over to a couch. “Okay. Lastly, Blaise. Potter, you do this one yourself. I’ll brief Pansy on the situation.”

Harry shakes his head. “I hope Blaise is already awake as well…” he mutters under his breath. “Zabini Residence!” He tosses some floo powder into the flames, then sticks his head through. A house elf pops up right in front of him with a crack.

“What can Misky do for you, sir?” She squeaks. “Does sir need Misky to fetch Master Zabini?”

“That would be great, Misky, thanks.”

Misky dissapears. A minute later, she appears again with a crack. “Master is on his way, sir.” She bows, before dissapearing, most likely to go back to sleep.

Soon after, Blaise walks into the room. “What is it, Potter? It’s three in the morning.”

Harry sighs. “I’ve already heard that. You might want to come through. And don’t blame me, blame Draco.”

Blaise just raises an eyebrow and beckons for Harry to back up. “Well, clear out then.”
Harry does so, for the third time, and waits for their last early morning guest to floo in. Seconds later, Blaise is in the room, seated next to Pansy. With a flick of his wand, Draco shuts off the floo. “Alright. So, you all know why you’re here.”

“I don’t,” Blaise cuts in.

“Everyone excluding Blaise, then. Anyway. Harry won’t see that Malfoy is obviously a better name for us to share once we are married,” Draco continues.

“Potter is a much better name,” Harry cuts in. “But Draco won’t see sense.”

“As if you have any sense.”

“You–”

Their voices are ubrubtly cut off with a flick of Hermione’s wand. “You two, stop squabbling.”

“Also stop waking people up at three in the morning so we can listen to you argue,” Blaise says dryly.

Hermione nods. “I won’t take the silencing charm off until you agree to not argue, and explain effectively. All right?” They both nod, and a second later they are free to speak again.

“Well, if you insist, we can’t agree on a surname,” Draco says, crossing his arms.

“So Draco wanted you guys to vote on which was a better name,” Harry adds, leaning into Draco and causing them both to lose their balance. He snickers as Draco glares and stands up, his hair ruffled. Harry just stays sitting upon the floor.

“Prat,” Draco mutters.

“So you basically woke us up to vote on which name you were going to choose,” Pansy states. “Well, woke them up since I was already awake.” She flicks a strand of hair from her face, smirking.

“Well…” Harry starts, hesitating.

“Yes.” Draco finishes. “So?”

Ron shrugs. “Well, I vote for Harry’s side.”

“Draco’s side, of course,” Pansy says.

“I’ll go with Draco’s side as well.” Blaise leans back, closing his eyes as if to go to sleep.

Hermione doesn’t respond. When they turn towards her, she simply looks at them both oddly. “You realize that you could combine your names, right? Like Ron and I did.”

They both stare at her, then look at each other.

She continues, looking at them thoughtfully. “Of course, you would have to figure out what order you would put your names in…”

Harry stands, spinning towards Draco.

“Well I think–”

“No, my na–”

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THE END
I hope you liked it! It’s the first writing I’ve posted on Tumblr.

anonymous asked:

I literally DIED at that moment ajhflkashkdl the knowledge that Harry and ONLY Harry can call him babe or honey or any other pet name fuels me into the next century

the first time i read the gif quotes i was misreading bc i thought it was him saying that, but it was actually her, which is funny bc yeah louis does call everyone babe so he’s probably like o shit i’m not trying to hit on u, i just call people babe!!!!!!!! we all know that harry calls louis baby and sweetie and honey and kitten and louis loves it. he probably wouldn’t like if someone else called him that to his face (harry would also…..really dislike that), but he’s still my baby and i’m still gonna say it on the internet and they can’t do anything about it.

anonymous asked:

I am so grateful for your fan art, especially of Harry. It seems like 99% of the other HP fan artists are just copying each other and drawing Harry as desi with a man bun and a beard and a scar that covers his entire face. And you just keep on sticking to your own vision. THANK YOU for not being a suck up sheep like the others. You're the best fan artist in HP at the moment and your vision of Harry is beautiful and perfect. He actually looks like Harry, not some weird fanon invention.

I am so grateful for this little kitten. It seems like 99% of the other kittens are just black and fluffy and with long tails. And you seem to like your kitten - orange, with short fur and thick tail. Thank you for not being a suck up sheep like others and sticking to your favourite ginger kitten because I like ginger kittens too. The ginger kitten is the only real kitten, the rest are just fake breeds…

Mate, I’m glad you like my Harry but please, don’t say other artists are bad because they like and create something different. I’m sticking to that old (rather canon) image of Harry in my head, yes, I like it very much, but for the love of God, don’t slate creators for their imagination! It doesn’t hurt anyone that they see Harry as desi (I drew Harry as desi a few times myself fyi) with a big scar. You’re totally free to like or dislike whatever you want too, just don’t think your opinions are the only existing ones.
Ginger kitten isn’t superior, and there are definitely more kittens than just black and ginger ones. If you like my Harry, that’s awesome, if you don’t like different depictions of him, that’s fine, just don’t be an arse about it :) We all find inspiration in other people’s works, we don’t live in a vacuum. Some ideas get more attention, are liked better and get more popular, some not. When people can’t find what they like they start to create the content they’re looking for by themselves. And that’s great! Let’s be excited about stuff we like, no need to be bitter about things other people are happy about :)

anonymous asked:

(First of all, I love your blog!! This is bloody brilliant!! ❤️) (kinda NSFW maybe) Hello Draco, Harry! Did any if ever withhold sex from the other as punishment for anything and if so, did you actually go through with it?

Harry: *long snort*

Draco: *nose in the air* Sometimes it’s the only way to make my displeasure clear.

Harry: Yeah, Draco says he’s going to withhold sex - he says it a lot.

Draco: …

Harry: He’s always saying it.

Draco: …

Harry: Last week he said he’s not going to have sex with me for ten whole days.

Draco: I–

Harry: An hour after he said that I had him bent over the arm of this very sofa, squealing like a kitten–

Draco: *hisses*

Kitten

For my darling princess, @dadshirtking, my revenge, as promised…


From the moment you saw him in that red coat, you wanted him to fuck your brains out. You didn’t ask him to but over the course of the Kings of Leon concert, you hinted at it very subtly. A stroke of a hand, a kiss on an ear, a whisper on a tongue. Throughout the night, you always had your hand on him somewhere; his hand, his shoulder, his waist, his chest, his face. And no-one could blame you. Because Harry Styles was one fine-looking man who just happened to be yours.

The band was amazing and you had a great time, despite staring at your boyfriend for over half of the concert. There was a moment about 50 minutes into the concert when you said that you needed to go to the toilet; Harry being protective of you asked Glenne to go with you. Everyone thought you just needed to do your business but no. Your plan was sneaky. Glenne waited outside for you very patiently while you locked yourself in one of the cubicles. It took all of five seconds to pull your panties down your legs and over the hook of your heels. The air shot up in between your legs and you closed your mouth to stop  yourself from squeaking. You straightened out your dress, stuffed your panties into your clutch and went back out to join Glenne.

You returned with her midway through a song and Harry was having a blast, drinking and singing along. Your arm automatically went around his waist and he smiled down at you, wrapping his free arm around you. From his touch, the heat in between your legs began to grow immediately. You couldn’t help it, you were turned on by him basically 100% of the time.

“Are you OK, baby? You look flushed. You hot?” He said in your ear over the loud music. Well, in truth, you were hot. It was stuffy with all the lights and the people but the reason you were flushed was clear to you. You leaned up on your heels and pressed your lips to his ear.

“Yes, because I have no panties on.”

Harry stiffened from your words and his arm tightened around your waist, sending a flash of desire into your folds. You didn’t care if people were taking pictures of you two. You wanted to show him affection and he felt the same way so nothing stopped either of you. Your lips came together with his in a searing kiss, which matched the song Sex On Fire.  It was always hard for you to control yourself when Harry was kissing you as his kisses were beyond the feeling of incredible. They were like fire or like a spring breeze. Soft and hot. Perfection. You clutched the lapel of his coat with your free hand, sighing into the kiss.

“Harry, everyone can see you.” Jeff said from behind him.

“Oh, sod off.” Harry scoffed and kissed you again, wetting your lips tenderly. When he pulled back, you saw the look of lust in his sparkling green eyes, shining in the dark.

“Where are they?”

“Where are what?” You asked.

“Don’t act all innocent. Give them to me.”

You gulped. How the fuck am I going to give him my panties without anyone seeing them?! He gestured for you to come closer so you did, so close that your chests were touching. You bit your lip and opened your clutch a little bit, quickly fishing out the lacy material. Fortunately, they were black so they weren’t very noticeable. Harry tucked your panties into one of the pockets on the inside of his coat, turning back to the band as if nothing happened.

“Am I going to get them back?” I asked.

“If you’re a good girl.” Was his response. And for the rest of the concert, the panties were never brought up in conversation.

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Love Is a Kitten from Hell / 8k

For merrylarry:

Louis Tomlinson passes himself off as an arrogant prick at his new school to hide the fact that he’s terrified of being bullied again. Just when he’s getting tired of putting up walls, he finds himself in a local pet shop where he finds a sanctuary playing with the kittens in the front window.

Harry Styles is the popular football player who works at the pet shop, secretly watching the boy he thought was utterly unlikable prove him wrong.

Partnered together for a class project, Harry gets more and more hints that Louis is actually someone worth getting to know. But the real question is, will Louis let Harry in?

anonymous asked:

i think i've read every high school au ever please help me find new ones i'm starving

I tried my best looking through my list! check these out :)

High School AUs

Never Be Ready 7k

A high school AU where a summer without Harry makes Louis realize that he wants to be a little bit more than best friends.

Swallow My Words 32k

Senior year is stressful. On top of balancing school work, family, and friends, Harry’s lacrosse team is vying to win the state championship, he’s not sure where he’s going to college yet, and he has a secret boyfriend that no one can know about.

If These Sheets Were the States, and You Were Miles Away 13k

In which Harry is at school in England and he’s terrible at French, Louis is an English kid living in France and they’re forced to be penpals for a school project. Niall doesn’t like mornings, Liam makes an accidental friend, and Zayn is not at all subtle.

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anonymous asked:

Fremione! Uhhh how about one where fred gets hermione to try flying and Harry and Ron are amazed/offended that she'll give it a shot for fred but not them

Note:  I was actually drawing cards from my Storymatic for plots, but I tried to work your prompt in as well!  <3  

Pairing: Fred/Hermione

Word Count: 1735  (There’s a read more, but if that doesn’t work, try the ao3 link below) 

Prompt:  Shouldn’t have touched it

Tags:  Kissing, Requited Crush, Pining 

Warnings:  None

Ao3:  [Here]


“Oh Merlin…I shouldn’t have touched it…”  Hermione covered her mouth with both hands, trying to will herself calm.  The splintered remains of Harry’s broom lay on the ground in front of them.  

Fred reached out to squeeze her shoulder.  Where the contact might have thrilled her not five minutes before, she was too upset to think anything of it now.  “Come now, Granger…it’s nothing that can’t be replaced.  If that was you instead of the broom on the ground, I think Harry’d be a touch more upset.”  

She glanced back in the direction of the Burrow.  “Oh, but I wouldn’t have to hear about it in that case!”

Fred frowned.  “Ron’s right.  You do need to get your priorities in order…”  

She shot him a look and took a deep breath.  “Right then.  I’ll just…I’ll go back and I’ll tell him I destroyed his broom…his pride and joy…” she gulped.  

“Why did you even try it at any rate?  You hate flying.  Scared of heights, aren’t you?  Or am I wrong?”  

He wasn’t wrong.  She was scared to death of flying.  And heights.  And brooms for anything other than sweeping.  But she’d jumped at the chance to ride with Fred.  All because she fancied him.  She’d admit that now.  

And he refused to think of her as anything other than his brother’s friend.  He referred to her by ‘Granger’, that should have clued her in.  

But she was stubborn and for whatever reason, she jumped at the chance to be alone with him.  Even if it was on a broom.  

She bit down on her bottom lip.  “I tried it because I wanted…because you offered.”  She picked up the biggest piece of the broom she could find, a small section of the handle, and turned to march back up to the backyard of the burrow.  

“Yeah, well Ron and Harry both offered, too, but you didn’t go with them!  I thought Ron was gonna have kittens when you hopped on with me.”  

She exhaled loudly, stomping off in the direction they’d come.  If he didn’t get it now, he was never going to get it.  And even if he did?  She wasn’t sure she wanted to actually be rejected.  Even if her more practical side told her that it was the only way to get over her crush.  

“If you’d gone with Ron, he’d have probably taken the blame for it.”  

“If I’d gone with Ron, it wouldn’t have happened,” she hissed.  

Fred scoffed.  “What is that supposed to mean?”  

“Ron wouldn’t have let me steer.”  

“Oh.  Well.  You’re right about that.”  

She hummed in response, still charging through the brush and bramble.  

“We could apparate back up to the yard, Granger.”

“So go,” she said brusquely. “I need the walk.”  

There was a pop and she knew he’d gone.  Finally.  

The rest of the way only took her about ten minutes, but she had thorns in her hair and wet socks from stepping in a puddle.  

And Harry wasn’t mad.  Not that she thought he would be.  He was disappointed that his broom was gone, but relieved that she was okay.  Fred had greased the way for her, apparently.  Blown the whole accident way out of proportion in a way that only he could.  Made them out to be heroes in the fight for their lives.  

When in all actuality, it had just been her own willful ignorance of what she was doing.   

She offered to pay for a new broom.  Harry refused.  She offered again.  He refused again.  She decided to shrink the galleons and stick them in his pocket when he wasn’t looking.  

And she did apparate after that.  She apparated home for a shower and an evening of pulling thorns and twigs from her hair.  

She chided herself for acting like a lovestruck teenager, when she was on the tail-end of twenty-five.  

It was high time she put this attraction she felt for Ron’s older brother to rest anyway.  It had been nearly ten years running now.  She wasn’t fifteen anymore.  And Fred certainly wasn’t seventeen.

Crookshanks meowed up at her impatiently, rubbing against her legs before meowing again.  

“Right, right.  You like food…I’m sorry…”  Hermione got up and walked to the kitchen.  

There was a tapping at the window, which she opened to discover Puck, Fred and George’s owl, preening on her window sill.  Frowning, she let him in, placing a bit of Crookshanks food on the counter for him to nibble while she went about her business.  

“Did you have a letter?”  she asked, not knowing what she was expecting in way of response.  Puck was rather inclined to live up to his name.  And his owners’ reputations.  He was known to hide letters if proper payment was not forthcoming.  In this case, a bit of salmon.  

He finished eating his treat and flew out the window, only to return with a small folded bit of parchment.  

Would you mind terribly if I came by for a visit?”  It was signed with Fred’s recognizable scrawl.  Messy to the point where she wondered if he let Puck sign his name for him.  

She hesitated before replying.  She could always feign ignorance.  Perhaps she went to bed before she received this.  

Puck screeched at her, which made her jump in surprise.  

It was better to get this over with now, she supposed.  

So, she summoned a quill and scribbled an answer at the bottom.

Not at all.  I’ll await your arrival.”


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anonymous asked:

Can you please do a fic rec of genius!louis, nerd!louis? Love ya

- Give Me Truths : Louis is a psychology student with a tattoo count as high as his genius IQ. Harry is in a (sort-of) relationship with a homophobic man and hates himself a little more every day. Things fall apart and Louis puts him back together.Or, the one in which Louis falls in love with a fragile boy and tells him every beautiful truth in the world, as long as it makes him happy. (110K; E)

- lost my senses (i’m defenseless)   : the one where louis’s a technology genius who uses his powers for bad instead of good and somehow doesn’t know his enemy is also his roommate. (13k, M)

- Don’t Unplug Me Or Shut Me Down   : Basically, Louis is a self-proclaimed nerd who fixes things and Harry seems too perfect to keep breaking as many things as he does. (8k, T)

- little wings on my shoes : [The American High School AU in which no one is cool (except Niall) and Harry wears a rainbow bracelet.] (39k, M)

- I Walk the Line  : Professor Louis Tomlinson is the leading researcher in his field.   Harry Styles is Louis’ recently hired grad assistant.  Sparks fly between them but something doesn’t add up when it comes to Harry, and Louis is determined to find out what.  What happens when everything Louis thought he knew comes crashing down around him?  Is he doomed to repeat his past mistakes? Or will he learn to follow his heart and find a way to forge his own path, alongside someone he’s not sure he can trust, but who might just be the best thing to ever happen to him. (55k, E)

- A Thin Line : “Our mums think we’re infatuated with each other you halfwit,” Harry pointed out. “murder over tea and biscuits isn’t an option…sadly.“OrThree years after the breakdown of their lifelong friendship, Louis and Harry find themselves faking a romance when Louis lies to avoid being set up by his mum. As it turns out, Harry is unsettlingly good at pretending to be in love with him and Louis can’t help but wish those adoring looks were real. (6k, T)

- Love Is a Kitten from Hell       : Louis Tomlinson passes himself off as an arrogant prick at his new school to hide the fact that he’s terrified of being bullied again. Just when he’s getting tired of putting up walls, he finds himself in a local pet shop where he finds a sanctuary playing with the kittens in the front window.Harry Styles is the popular football player who works at the pet shop, secretly watching the boy he thought was utterly unlikable prove him wrong.Partnered together for a class project, Harry gets more and more hints that Louis is actually someone worth getting to know. But the real question is, will Louis let Harry in? (8k, T)

- Loser : Louis learns many things on prom night. One, Harry Styles looks great in a suit. Two, a makeover earns him a second glance from everyone except the person he wants to impress. Three, it’s not as hard to give a blowjob with braces as he thought.Or a nerdy Louis undergoes a makeover to get the attention of popular Harry in typical, cliché fashion, except Harry is already his best friend and changing his appearance really doesn’t help anything at all. (10k, E)

anonymous asked:

Going on a Hogsmeade date with George Weasley would include?

Originally posted by clbuspotter

-So much cuteness

-You two would be that couple that no one would ever get sick of

-Even if you two were into PDA, no one would care

-He would walk with your hand in hand to different shops

-You two wouldn’t even care about the shops themselves, but instead just spending time with each other

-Admittedly, you spent some time inside of Madam Pudifoot’s before deciding it was too creepy and leaving

-You spent a lot of time inside Honeydukes, actually

-He would buy some sweets and you two would make a game out of trying to catch it in your mouth

-Sometimes it would get sticky, but you two never minded

-Basically you both were the human embodiment of a soft kitten with too much Pure™