A concept™: Louis is Harry’s date to the Dunkirk premiere. They are both wearing beautiful expensive suits. Harry has his nails perfectly manicured and polished with pretty colors. Louis has eyeliner and soft bronzer under his cheekbones and on his lids for a pretty smokey look. They are the hottest couple in the world. Everyone else pales in comparison.
Honestly, the biggest plot hole in the entire Harry Potter franchise doesn’t have anything to do with temporal shenanigans or magical mechanics or even basic plotting. The biggest hole is this: how the hell did Dumbledore talk McGonagall into going along with his plans for Harry?
I mean, it’s such an obvious Needlessly Complex Supervillain Scheme if you’re reasonably in the know - which she was - and she’s not just smart, but genre-savvy, so there’s no way she could have failed to piece it together. And we know enough of her personality to know that she would have found the whole idea abhorrent even in principle, let alone once the casualties started piling up.
So what would he possibly have said to her to convince her that letting him play Risk with children’s lives beat every possible alternative?
Harry’s stomach rolled uneasily as he looked down towards the ground. From way up here, the world appeared much smaller than usual. Lately, the world had felt so huge to him, with everyone demanding a piece of them, pulling them in ten directions at all times. Their faces were plastered everywhere, management was constantly shoving them into the next interview or onto another stage, and a good night’s sleep was a luxury from a lifetime before. It was quite overwhelming at times, but none of it was as terrifying as what was about to happen.
Up here, all of those demands placed upon them fluttered away, replaced with a flock of
birds preparing to take flight in his belly. The people below them were far away, looking tiny, much like Gemma’s miniature dolls he’d played with as a little boy. As the click clack of the car climbing up the track echoed loudly in his ears, he squeezed his eyes shut, desperately wishing he was down on the ground with them.
We’re almost at the top. And then we’re gonna go crashing down. Harry forced himself to breathe. In and out, in and out and then repeat. He felt as a warm hand squeezed his thigh gently. And that was a nice gesture, but it wasn’t gonna stop them from plummeting to their death any second now. His heart might actually pound out of his chest before they reached the top. I can’t believe I let him talk me into this.
“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” he said out loud to Louis in a voice that sounded much squeakier than his own.
“Haz. Look at me,” Louis demanded from beside him. With his hands white knuckling the harness that
secured him, Harry forced himself to turn his head to the side. Calm blue eyes met his own, holding him captive, and encouraging him to breathe again. “You’re okay, I promise,” Louis insisted with another warm squeeze to his thigh. “Don’t look down. Keep your eyes on me instead and get ready because it’s almost time. Okay?”
It sounded so simple and so impossible at the same time. And yet, Harry couldn’t look away. He’d never been able to look away from him. Even when they’d been scared, the thought of doing any of this without Louis had grounded Harry, reminding him of what was important. When it came to Louis, Harry would take pretty much any risk because he was worth it. Louis was worth everything.
As they reached the top of the climb, Louis smiled at him, in reassurance that they were going to truly be okay. The two of them were gonna make it. Harry was helpless to do anything but smile back and before he had time to panic again, the two of them were flying.
The next second, Harry is firing back, “If I wanted to kill you I could have just poisoned your fajitas.”
Louis rolls his eyes. “Clever boy.”
feels his skin start to prickle with irritation. The way Louis talks to
him, so condescending… Like he’s smarter than Harry… Fuck that.
“I don’t have time for this,” Harry says. “Some of us have schoolwork to do. And jobs to get to. So if you’ll excuse me.”
doesn’t wait for a reply before he pushes past Louis, hoisting his bag
further up his shoulder and rushing towards the door. No, not rushing.
That would imply Louis is chasing him out. He walks to the door hastily.
He’s not sure, but he thinks he hears Louis mutter “Fucking wanker” before the door to the flat clicks shut behind him.
the one where Harry and Louis are unlikely uni flatmates who definitely
don’t like each other and definitely won’t fall in love (even if Liam
and Niall think otherwise).
Harry/Louis | smut
| 4 chapters (completed) , 80k
“How do we know this Louis again?” Harry asks.
Niall shrugs, “We have the same drug dealer.”
stares at Niall for a moment, before closing his eyes and trying to
take a calming breath. Harry wants to ask if he’s joking. But he knows
Niall isn’t joking.
Louis is so sexy.. I mean those curves,smile,his hair,his tummy,his ankles,the collarbones,HIS SKIN!And Harry.. His whole face,his legs,his style,his voice,he used to be a baker !! Why on earth these two boys not to fall in love?I could go on forever
Geez, Niall. Get a few Stellas in you and you can’t control your messages.
Request: Harry is nervous about filming a sex scene tomorrow at work (I don't think this would happen in Dunkirk since this is a WWII film but just imagine Harry in a sex scene, ugh!) Anyway, so his girlfriend/wife offers to help him and show him how it's done and they end up having sex (any kind: passionate, rough, affectionate, etc) I'm gonna go die now at the thought!
You looked up from your book when you heard the deep sigh from his side of the bed. He sat forward, slapping his script on the bed in front of him, the pages clapping together as they settled. He shook his head and covered his mouth with his hand.
Harry had been cast in another movie quickly after people saw his work in Dunkirk. You knew it would happen that way even if he insisted it wouldn’t. No matter how many times he told you he wasn’t that great you knew better. Harry was good at everything he did.
You had no idea what the new movie was about, just that it was stretching him as an actor. He was going to have to do things he’d never done before being that he was now the lead, including a pretty steamy sex scene.
He closed the script and threw it on the floor,
“I can’t…I can’t even believe I’m reading that much less having to act it out.” He said, his voice full of frustration.
Because their duel in The Cursed Child is ridiculous. Look at these two idiots. How would they even remember what spells did they cast at each other almost 30 years ago?
HARRY dodges a blast from DRACO’s wand.
Should I remind you this one binds the person with rope? And from what I remember from The Prisoner, itbinds and gags. I knew Draco had kinks…
DRACO throws himself out of the way.
You’ve been practicing, Draco.
Excuse me, of course he’s been practicing, since, like, 2nd year:
Gasping for breath, Malfoy pointed his wand at Harry’s knees, choked, ‘Tarantallegra!’ and next second Harry’s legs had begun to jerk around out of his control in a kind of quickstep.
U sure you don’t know any other spells, guys..?
DRACO: And you’ve got sloppy, Potter. Densaugeo!
HARRY just manages to get out of the way.
OH come now! Isn’t that what he tried to use on Harry in the 4th year?
For a split second, they looked into each other’s eyes, then, at exactly the same time, both acted. ‘Furnunculus!’ Harry yelled. ‘Densaugeo!’ screamed Malfoy.
Now, Harry, calm your gay instincts, because…
DRACO uses a chair to block the blast.
…not only is this a Tickling Charm, it’s also what he used on Draco in their 2nd year.
Harry pointed his wand straight at Malfoy and shouted,
A jet of silver light hit Malfoy in the stomach and he doubled up, wheezing.
‘I said disarm only!’ Lockhart shouted in alarm over the heads of the battling crowd, as Malfoy sank to his knees; Harry had hit him with a Tickling Charm, and he could barely move for laughing. Harry hung back, with a vague feeling it would be unsporting to bewitch Malfoy while he was on the floor.
Really straight of you, Harry *cough* I mean noble *cough* yes. Did he want Draco on his knees again? Because Draco was already laughing throughout this whole “fight”
HARRY is sent twirling through the air. DRACO laughs.
So many deadly and serious spells, I am shocked
DRACO is bound tightly.
DRACO: That really the best you got? Emancipare.
DRACO releases his own binds.
Harry your kinks are showing
HARRY has to throw himself out of the way.
Mobilicorpus! Oh, this is too much fun …
DRACO bounces HARRY up and down on the table. And then as HARRY rolls away, DRACO jumps onto the table — he readies his wand, but as he does, HARRY hits him with a spell …
DRACO releases himself from his blindfold as soon as it hits.
They’re both into BDSM and they’re totally flirting.
What's your headcannon for Harry's height? I've always like the though of a short Harry like his actor, because you don't spend 10 years of your life with little food and living in a cupboard and not be smol.
i haven’t actually thought about it a lot, all i know is that i imagine him being slightly taller than hermione and shorter (like, way shorter) than ron. but yeah, i agree, he certainly did look kinda short and scrawny during his first four years at hogwarts. i’d like to think though that once he hit puberty he started growing up just fine so he ended up being maybe not that tall (no one can beat ron in that), but still of an average height
recently i found loads of my fav in progress fics finished up, so congratulations to those writers! now we’re all able to enjoy the storyline in its entirety. i personally love to read those fics as a whole again, to get the whole feel of the story again - knowing what’s to come and having the whole ride at once. maybe that’s something you want to do as well, so here are my fav fics that finished recently!! (i think some are still uploading an epilogue later but the rest all are finished)
i’m not lying when i say these are all great fics and i’m gonna read them all over again now that they’re finished. if you haven’t read them you definitely should, and if you have, i’d recommend reading them again.
He opens his eyes slightly and peers at the soft brown hair
on the top of Louis’ head. He places a gentle kiss there and sweeps his hand
from Louis’ shoulders to where the sheet meets his lower back.
“A secret about what, Lou? You already know all of my
secrets.” Harry feels Louis shift irritably on his chest. Harry lifts his free
hand and places it in Louis’ so he can fiddle with Harry’s rings.
“I don’t know,” Louis let’s out an annoyed breath as he
spins the ‘peace’ ring all the way around. “There must be something that I don’t
know yet?” He pushes himself up on one arm, and Harry is pinned in place by a
gentle, yet nervous set of beautiful blue eyes.
When you can't sleep and you just want Harry and his warm soft strong arms to strap you in under the blankets and hold you tight. It's so dark but it doesn't matter because this is your alls bed. This is the safe space.. The place where nothing else matters, and you both look forward to just..here. You're and Harrys bed. It's a haven, its private. It's what you both look forward to, it's an escape. Low, almost whispers of conversation. Touches that feel like a dream. Your all's bed is heaven.
There’s nothing else to add. This is what I want most of all. Especially the whispered conversations, cause even when there’s no one around and you’re huddled under blankets, you whisper. Why is that? You don’t know. You just do it. And you can get faint whiffs of toothpaste off him and his mouth tastes like peppermint when you exchange lazy bedtime kisses. And maybe you’re a little chilled, so you scoot close and kick his shin on accident and he yelps and you apologize but it has the two of you breaking out into giggle fits, and his voice sounds deeper through the pillow that you two are now sharing from how close you are. “Menace, you are… trying to cut me off at the knee, literally. How’m I going to explain that? Amputation by toenail” and then you’d have to defend yourself because excuse him, Harry Edward Styles, but your toenails are perfectly FINE. “Like teeth,” he’d protest and play-growl as he bared his and you’d laugh again and hit his nose and he’d just snicker through a yawn and pull you in, laughter and warmth finally starting to lull him.
Okay. So there was something to add. But really? I want it all.
I’ve had this
one sitting around for ages, but I never got around to making the post. After feeling
a lack of motivation to do Husband Reacts this week, I pulled this one out of
the archives and finished it for you all!
“That developed way too quickly!”
“Is this where they hang their victims’
photos up? Like Buffalo Bill?” (I asked him which boy would be Buffalo Bill) “I dunno, I haven’t decided yet.”
(I mean, he’s not entirely wrong…)
“Look he’s so modest and shit, he’s not
dressed like Harry with his cleavage all out. But he kinda looks like a 1920’s
“Who is that? Is she a doll? What’s
happening? What’s going on?! I’m so confused!”
“Hey bro I’m gonna break your shit while you’re frozen! Haha!”
“Awww look he’s growing some peachfuzz!
“This is like a serial killer video. Trump
Toupee is all like ‘You’re gonna be gone tonight! Look at all these photos of
you that I took while you were sleeping!’”
“That’s the weirdest assortment of food I’ve ever seen.
A plate of carrots, some wine, and some oranges. Is this some British thing I’m
not aware of?”
“WHY WON’T THEY LET THEIR FAMILIES UNFREEZE?!”
“Harry’s mom looks like Rachel Ray.”
“Oh thank goodness everyone is unfreezing now.”
“They look like Jean Ralphio and Mona
(again, he’s not entirely wrong…)
“The song sounds like its about dying,
and that’s a bit strange, given the context of the video. The video was super creepy,
I’m kinda weirded out right now.”