if you hate harry you have no soul

  • Draco: You look like you could use a cocktail.
  • Hermione: You're too late. [Draco laughs] Wow.
  • Draco: What?
  • Hermione: That's the first true laugh I've gotten from you in a while.
  • Draco: Listen, Granger-
  • Hermione: No, me first. Ron's waiting for me to give him an answer.
  • Draco: I heard.
  • Hermione: But you wanna know what's stopping me? I can't answer his question while I'm waiting for you to answer mine. The one I asked you forever ago. What are we, Draco?
  • Draco: Hermione...
  • Hermione: Last fall you said we couldn't be together, and I believed you. But every time I try to move on, you're right there. Acting like-
  • Draco: Acting like what?
  • Hermione: Like... maybe you want just want me to be as unhappy as you are.
  • Draco: I would never wish that on anyone. I want you to be happy.
  • Hermione: Then look down deep, into the soul I know you pretend you don't have. Tell me if what you feel for me is real or if it's just a game. If it's real, we'll figure it out, all of us. But if it's not, then please Draco, just let me go... [Wipes away a tear]
  • Draco: [Looks at Hermione and considers this as Harry walks in the door and overhears] It's just a game. I hate to lose. You're free to go.
  • Hermione: [Teary-eyed] Thank you... [Leaves]
  • Harry: [Goes up to Draco] Malfoy why did you just do that?
  • Draco: Because I love her, and I can't make her happy...

anonymous asked:

Can someone write me some Hades smut?😥

Sure thing lovely;)

Quick and short cause I have some other things to work on for y’all. Maybe hades!harry, maybe not. winkwink.


It’s cold. You have no idea why the underworld would be cold, all set aflame, but it is, yet it also makes sense because it’s under everything, gets no sun, and it’s also winter. The moment you walk into the realm of shadows, it turns to winter over your head, out there in the world. That was the deal.

Hades, Harry, is by the Styx, talking to the souls, a frown upon his face, he hates when the souls wail and beg, for prayers don’t appease to him. Harry himself is rarely seen outside his domain, and to those on earth his intentions and personality are a mystery, but you, his Persephone, his Kore, his love, you know he is nothing but hospitable to the souls. You know he doesn’t enjoy much whenever he has to torture them, or scream at them. To you he isn’t a mystery to be solved, but a god to be loved.

You wait for him in your room, sitting comfortably in the middle of the large bed, covered in silky red sheets and velvety golden cushions. He’s taking so long today, you think to yourself. Rowing down the styx and probably having to contain his anger at the annoying wails of desperate souls, as he does when you’re around. He tries not to scream, or not to bother you with the yells of agony the souls let out, for as long as you’re around. He already has you for 3 short months, he’s not about to let anyone or anything take that away from him.

You run yourself a hot bath, not being able to stand how cold it was today in the underworld. The gold tub is cold to the touch but you take a moment to breathe in and out and let the warm water calm you as you close your eyes and rest your head back.

The water feels warmer and warmer and you open your eyes startled at the quick change in temperature, only to find Harry standing there in only a robe, a smirk on his face showing his dimples, as his hand in the water heats it up.
“ Cold, love?” You bite your lip and nod. Harry is quick to drop a kiss on your lips before disrobing himself shamelessly and getting in the tub with you. “C’mere, I’ll keep yeh warm” he says lowly and you scoot yourself closer to him, laying between his open arms, your chest to his, straddling him. 
“Missed you today” you mumble to him kissing his strong jaw. He moans. It’s the sweetest sound you know.
“Mmm… Been busy today pet… But I missed yeh as well”

Soon you become a mess of groping hands and tangled limbs under the water, as your lips crash against each other sloppily, tongue fighting with tongue, and you start pulling at his hair. You feel his warm hand lay on your thigh, almost burning but not quite. He never burns you, just a bit, just how you like it, just enough to make you tingle. Just how he knows it gets to you. You hiss.
“ I… I want…”
“ Tell me… What do you want?”
“ I want you, my king” The words leave your lips easily. You can feel him against you under the water and the desire builds up with each passing second of his burning touch on your now hot skin.
“ Yeh want me?” he teases, acting surprised, laying kisses on your neck and shoulder blade and back to your lips. Licking, biting, sucking. You grab a hold of his arms, feeling like you might fall backwards from just the feeling of him so close and warm, and the feeling of him rubbing against your pelvis. You nod once more. Yes, you want him.
“ Please. Please make me feel good, Harry, my king… Please” you sigh the last word against his lips as you move your hips slowly against his growing member. You’re begging and he twitches under the water.
“ Yeh know you’re the only soul I want to hear begging, don’t yeh?” he smirks as you bite at his earlobe, and wraps his arms around your torso, easily picking you up, carrying you out of the water and walking towards your bed.

He removes the silk cover-up while he still holds you up, only to let you fall on the soft material of the bed. He hovers above you, warm as ever, and immediately kisses you. Hard. Passionately. With lust.
“ Harry…” the moan of his name escapes your lips, between kisses. His mouth is hot against your neck and soon you feel him at your entrance.
Your king will make you feel so good, y/n” He says as he thrusts deep and hard inside you, making you let out a high pitched yelp, followed by a string of moans as you wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.

His hips move in a delicious rhythm, that has you seeing stars. You don’t feel cold anymore with his hot body on top of yours and the way he holds your leg in a position that makes him reach the deepest part of you. His eyes squint in pleasure and he grunts at the way you squeeze tight around him, so warm and ready for him. His hands roam your body, gripping at your sides and leaving red handprints from the hotness of his touch. The closest he is to his orgasm, the less he can control his flames. He’s careful to never burn you, but his hands are warmer and warmer with each thrust of his hips, and each moan that escapes your parted lips in a panting voice.
“ Harry… More, p-please.” Your mouth hangs open in an ‘O’ shape, as Harry pulls out of you for just a moment, adjusting himself underneathe you, and moving your legs to slam into you rough, harder. You scream when you feel him fill you up to the brim.
“ That’s it, y/n. Scream.” He says. 

It’s a feat he loves, how no one could really hear you scream his name from the underworld, or so he thought. That feature filling him with pride when Zeus once came around, asking if you were ok. “I’m fine, why?” you asked, only for Zeus to say he thought he heard screaming, not necessarily from the souls, leaving Hades to smirk while he heard the interaction. He’d done that. Made you scream so much, his brother could hear it sitting at his throne, up there at Mount Olympus. And Hades promised himself to make his Persephone scream just as loud ever since.

Harry could feel his climax, right there, right at the brim of explosion, as he flipped you around so that he was back to being on top. Your back arched off the mattress, as you could feel yours as well. It was so close. You were so close. Harry’s hands become hotter and hotter, now leaving slight burns wherever he touched, marking you once more. You hissed at the feeling, and screamed when his hot hand played with your clit. It was an overwhelming sensation, the burn and the pleasure mixing together perfectly.
“ Yeh like that? Gonna cum for me, pet?”
“Harry! Harry! Oh, I’m going… AAAHHH!” you couldn’t help but scream and moan and wail as tears filled your eyes when you felt your orgasm take you over. Coming in waves of unbelievable pleasure and scratching at Harry’s back.

He rode out your orgasm feeling himself become hotter, the flames on his head rising, as he settled to his knees, rocking into you with all his might, the bed shaking in rhythm with his hips. “I’m… Oh, I’m there, y/n”, but he didn’t have to say much. With one last slam he let himself go. His orgasm taking over him and you feeling him come in thick hot spurts inside you, and leaving a burn across your stomach. Pulling out of you and looking intently at the glistening strings of his cum and yours dripping out of you, Harry sighs and pants, tries to catch his breath.
“ Such a nice… King” you breathe in and out, still short of air. “ Thank you for fucking me like that”
“ Should fuck yeh again for that dirty mouth” He caresses your burns and peppers kisses on your face.
“ Should I beg?” you say before feeling his member twitch against your thigh.
“Yeh know you’re the only soul I want to hear beg” He whispers and flips you over so you’re on top of him, his shaft still glistening and ready for you once more. The stamina gods can pack is amazing.


Music Series: Somebody Else by The 1975

My lovely Anon who requested this MS story…I really hope you appreciate how much I’ve cried blood, sweat, and tears on this one! ;) Thank you for requesting!

I’ve always liked The 1975, as well as many of their other tunes. I think Matt Healy’s mind would be an interesting place to walk around in for awhile…think, carnival rides, or house of mirrors… While the lyrics seem pretty cut and dried at first glance, a story was not coming together. I’ve always felt that The 1975’s music is very layered, and that sometimes people don’t ever discover all the layers. (Very much how I also feel about the music of our beautiful Mr. Styles.)

So after a few attempts, all requiring deletion, I finally found an interpretation in my mind that I’m actually quite happy with, so I’m glad I kept delving further into it. I hope I translate it well.

This is my MS story for the requested song, “Somebody Else” by The 1975. The song can be found on my Spotify playlist called “It’s a Band Thing”, HERE

Anyone pickin’ up what I’m droppin’ with this?

Just an extra note: My little town at the moment is under Tornado Warning…and instead of taking shelter, I’m writing Harry Styles fanfic. The man has a hold over me, what can I say? If I die, someone please tell Harry I think he’s a treasure. ❤️




So I heard you found somebody else

And at first I thought it was a lie

I took all my things that make sounds

The rest I can do without

Harry couldn’t believe you were already dating someone else. When his friends told him, he laughed and blew it off, knowing it couldn’t be true.

You and Harry had been going out for awhile, and it was a sweet relationship. Straight out of the gate, you both loved the friendship. You were constantly doing things together, normal things that boyfriends and girlfriends do, and the two of you had become very close…best of friends…soulmates.

But you both felt quickly that you made better friends than lovers. After one night of “passion”, where you both ended up laughing and giving up on having sex together… “Let’s not make this weird then” you said as Harry agreed…you both decided it would be better for you to stop dating and just continue your friendship. It had been happily platonic, besides a bit of making out here and there, for both of you up until that point. Why fix what wasn’t broken?

So when Harry heard you were dating again so quickly, he refused to believe it. Maybe you hadn’t had that deep, sexual kind of relationship that couples tend to have, but could it really be true that you would jump right out of relationship-status with Harry and into dating other men? Bruised his ego a bit, if he were honest.

I don’t want your body

But I hate to think about you with somebody else

Our love has gone cold

You’re intertwining your soul with somebody else

Harry knew it was illogical to think that you would remain single. But why was it bothering him so much that you were dating? It wasn’t like the two of you had that physical connection, but the thought of you being with another man, whether physical or not, drove Harry crazy! You were his best friend! The person he shared everything with. The person he most connected with as a soulmate. He wanted the best for you, didn’t he? And if he couldn’t give you what you needed as a boyfriend, he wanted you to find that with somebody else, right?

Harry knew you needed that physical fulfillment from a man. Harry was in love with your soul and who you are as a person, and couldn’t help if sexual attraction between the two of you apparently hadn’t been an issue at this point. So why was Harry feeling so threatened by this? Was he afraid of you having that deep, emotional connection with somebody else instead of him?

I’m looking through you while you’re looking through your phone

And then leaving with somebody else

No, I don’t want your body

But I’m picturing your body with somebody else

Harry had sent you a text an hour ago and still hadn’t heard back from you.

‘Hey, want to come watch a movie or something?’

You really hadn’t seen each other much at all after breaking up, and Harry missed spending time with you. He wasn’t really sure why the lack of communication…probably a combination of you both working and juggling responsibilities. Could it really be you were dating that much?

He wondered why you hadn’t replied, as you were always really punctual about everything. It was late, but he knew you were never asleep that early. When you didn’t reply after awhile longer, Harry yawned and fell asleep on the living room sofa.


Harry felt your naked body under his as he tasted you, exploring your body. As he kissed your neck, he suddenly realized it wasn’t himself you were lying under, but another man. Who, he didn’t know, but Harry quickly sat straight up on the sofa in a pool of sweat, panting harshly with his dick about half-erect, as he left the sleepiness behind and awoke.

“Fuck!” he yelled, frustrated with himself.

Why was he doing this to himself? Why was he so jealous of the fact that you were dating, possibly even having sex with other men? Harry loved you dearly, and even thought you were beautiful and sexy, but you tried that and it hadn’t worked! Had it simply been the wrong time? Had you both somehow made it more awkward than it should have been, ruining the moment and mood?

“What the fuck?!” he yelled, jumping up to go take a shower.

Come on baby, this ain’t the last time that I’ll see your face

Come on baby, you said you’d find someone to take my place

Oh I just don’t believe that you have got it in you cause

We are just gonna keep “doin’ it” and everytime

I start to believe in anything you’re saying

I’m reminded that I should be getting over it

Harry ran to do some shopping the next day. The thought of you, and what was happening in his mind involving you, was driving him insane, and he needed the distraction. After stopping into two or three places, Harry was about to open the door of his car, as he heard a voice behind him.

“Hi, Harry!” you said happily.

Harry turned and saw you, smiling a huge smile and hugging you closely.

“How are you, love?” Harry asked. You exchanged simple pleasantries, laughing, and realizing you had missed Harry as much as he was missing you.

“I’m sorry I didn’t text back last night,” you told him. “I was out and didn’t think to even look at my phone until I was home again, then…I figured it was too late.”

“Never too late, babe,” Harry said, grabbing your hand and squeezing. “What you say you come over tonight for a movie?”

“I’d say that sounds perfect!” you smiled, accepting his kiss to your cheek before you walked away.

Get someone you love? Get someone you need?

Fuck that, Get money

I can’t give you my soul

Cause we’re never alone

You and Harry had a wonderful time together, Harry making you dinner, you sharing a bottle of wine you brought, making each other laugh just like you always had. After the movie, you accepted the fresh glass of wine he handed you as he sat next to you on the sofa.

“That was a good movie,” you smiled.

“Yeah, I hadn’t seen that one yet,” he said as he sipped his wine. “I’m glad we got to watch together. Just like old times.”

You laughed. “Old times? Harry, it’s not been that long since we’ve seen each other.”

“Long enough, hasn’t it?” he asked honestly. “Was used to spending time with you every day. Hate not spending as much time with you lately.”

“Well, we need to change that then, don’t we?” you smiled, clinking your glass against his.

You talked about a variety of things, then Harry watched you as he asked the next question.

“So…” he pondered. “Dating again, eh?”

You were slightly taken off-guard by his asking, but okay with it, all the same.

“Well,…yeah,” you replied.

“Found someone special?” he asked, not 100% sure he wanted to know the answer.

“Um…I don’t know yet…maybe,” you answered honestly. “Great guy, but still very new, you know?”

Harry nodded, kicking himself for asking.

“You? Dating?” you asked.

Harry shook his head. “No.” You looked at him questioningly. “You know how it is for me, love.” You nodded in acknowledgement. “May I tell you something?”

“Yeah, of course,” you answered, listening contently as you sipped your wine.

“When…when I heard you were dating again…I got crazy jealous,” Harry admitted with a smile. “Still am crazy jealous.”

You looked at your wine glass and smiled, then looked at him and giggled a bit.

“Stop,” he chuckled. “I’m never telling you anything ever again.” 

“Yes, you will, because you love me,” you giggled.

“I do, yeah,” he replied honestly. “And it’s very apparent to me lately that…I need you in my life, maybe somewhere in between what we had before we split, and what we have had lately.”

“I can completely agree with that,” you said. “I’ve missed you, too. But you know…we tried the whole…”

“Yeah, I know,” Harry smirked, looking at you. “But…I think, maybe we jumped into it at the wrong time…that part. I won’t tell you that you can’t date other men, love. Even though the thought of it sends me nearly into a tailspin. And I’m not sure I can give you everything you need right now…everything you deserve in a boyfriend, with work and all. But, if it’s alright with you, maybe we could sort of step back to how it was, and take the rest a bit more slowly and naturally, and see what happens?”

You smiled and leaned toward him, firmly leaving a sweet kiss on his lips.

“Definitely alright with me.”

Star Crossed - Part 5 (H.S AU)- “Sweet Creature“

Maddie POV

 I had just gotten out of the shower when I heard my phone ringing on my bed. It’s an unknown number. Feeling brave, I answered the call and brought the device up to my ear.


“Left before saying goodbye, did we?” Harry. His voice sounds dark. It’s deeper, and his accent thicker. I take a few seconds to calm my weak knees after hearing him speak.

“I’m sorry, I wish I could have stayed long enough to say goodbye to you guys, but I’ve still got so much to pack, and I’ve gotta put together a game plan for move-in day tomorrow.”

“I was hoping you might mention tomorrow. I was wondering if maybe you would like some help transporting your stuff so that you don’t have to make so many trips.” He was sweet, a part of my half expected that when he woke up this morning he’d be a completely different person. That maybe the alcohol was what lead to him being so kind toward me, and that it potentially wasn’t how he always acted towards people.

“That would be such a life saver, thank you, Harry.”

“ ‘s not a problem. Just text me your address, and I’ll swing by whenever you’re ready tomorrow.”


“Have a good day, love,” ‘Love.’ There go my knees again. Whenever he called me that I felt my stomach doing summersaults and I could sense how flustered it made me look and feel. The way that word rolled off of his tongue was mesmerizing. I couldn’t tell if he was trying to hint at something, or if that was just something he called every girl he spoke to.

“…Maddie, you there?” shit.

“Oh-uh-ya,-sorry, uh thank you, you too.”

“A’right, bye love.” The line went dead, but before he hung up I heard him laugh. Well, that’s not embarrassing or anything.

I try to shake it off and go back to wrapping the furniture in my room. About a week ago, my mom and I ordered a new bed for my new living space, because she wanted my bed to be here in case I ever decided to spend the night during visits. As long as he-who-shall-not-be-named was living here, though, that was highly unlikely. I am really concerned about Robin staying here. She’s too young to understand exactly what’s going on and too outsized to defend herself in any sense - verbally, physically, or otherwise – in any way.  

So, being the protective big sister I have always had to be, I sat Robin down and told her what I wanted to do whenever she was in a threatening situation. And if she and Chuck were the only ones in the house, she was to lock the door in my old room, and inside my old bathroom. It wasn’t fullproof but it was enough to at least slightly settle my nerves. When I decided it was time to have a chat with my mom regarding the mansion, she told me that Niall had said on record that he didn’t want us to pay for anything, which made me feel like utter crap because that house is anything but cheap. I am hopeful that I can find a way to make it up to him, and all of the ‘lads’ for that matter after what they’ve so generously provided me.


It was noon the next day when a black Range Rover pulled into the driveway. When it’s door swung open, out stepped none other than Harry Styles. His navy beanie had tucked away all the long curls residing atop his head, with small tufts poking out in the front. He clearly dressed for today’s wind, because he had on a soft army green jacket over his red t-shirt. I’m pretty sure his favorite thing to wear are skinny jeans, seeing as he is wearing another pair right now- these being a dark shade of denim. His outfit was completed by the slightly distressed brown boots that ended at his ankles. He seems to wear those style shoes a lot as well. I wish so badly that  I could say he didn’t look good, but that’d be a lie. Every time I had seen him so far he and his sense of style had taken my breath away, which was a dangerous thought because it only drew me to him more.

I rushed down the steps and opened the door, ushering him inside.

He pulled me in for a quick hug with one arm, bidding me a quick good afternoon before we headed out to the garage and got my new bed which was delivered in a box. We loaded up my mom’s car as much as we could, which surprising only left a few boxes to be packed into Harry’s car. We were back in my room grabbing the last of the boxes when I heard a little knock on my door startling both Harry and myself. We whipped our heads in the direction of the noise.

“Can I help?” Robin beamed up at me. Her thick hair was pulled into two large French braids that I recognized as our mother’s work.

“Do you think you can handle it little bird? This box is reaalllly heavy?” I held up the lightest box up, knowing she could carry it, but the look on her face when she felt strong was worth it.

“Yes! I am a strong independent woman,” she nodded proudly and marched forward, toward me while Harry silently laughed.

“Oh, Harry this is my little sister, Robin. Little bird this is my…” shit what do I call him, “my housemate Harry.” His face faltered slightly at my statement but nevertheless, he kneeled down and held out a hand for Robin to shake.

“Nice to meet you, Robin” he smiled brightly at her with those cute dimples coming into play. She stares at his hand before slowly reaching out and shaking it.

“Are you sure he’s Irish?” she squints at me in a questioning manner, “aren’t Irish people short, and don’t they wear green?”

“Oh my gosh, Robin, okay, one - my…partner is Niall, and two - this is Harry - I met him because he’s friends with Niall.” She looks back over to Harry.

“Hi,” he waves with a laugh, staying squatted down to her level seemingly nervous from her staring.

“I like your hat.” She pokes it.

“Thank you, I like your hair” he wiggles both braids in his hands.

“I like him,” she turns back to me and smiles, making me roll my eyes. 

“Alright little bird, let’s get these last boxes in the car.” She nods and grabs the box I assigned her and walks off.

“At least one of you likes me,” Harry scoffs. My eyes almost fly out of their sockets. 

“What? Harry-”

“ ‘He’s my housemate’ ” he says in a girl’s voice, “ ‘I know him ‘cause of Niall’…”  there’s a brief, sad pause, “do you…not wanna be friends?

“What? No, Harry of course I do!” he smiles at my statement. I stand there unsure of what to do, so I fidget with my fingers.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You just did,” I joke and turn around. He quickly grabs my right arm and whips me back around so fast that I bump into his chest.

“Sorry,” I push myself off of him gently. I return to fidgeting once more.

“Why are you so nervous around me?” his eyes are filled with curiosity, but he’s smiling slightly, with his dimples on display again.

“I’m sorry, I’ve just…I’ve never actually had a friend before,” I confess.

“Oh,” he looks surprised. “Well, in that case, I’m honored to be your first” he turns around with a dopey smile and grabs the box, exiting my room. I follow suit and walk behind him while he marches like Robin did. When we meet Robin at the front door, she’s tapping her foot impatiently. This kid I swear.

Placing the three boxes in the back of Harry’s car, he reaches up and closes the trunk.

“I think that’s everything,” I sigh.

“Can we play outside one last time before you go?” she pouted up at me. It felt kind of strange having another soul present when she asked me that question, but strange in a good way. It had always been just me and my little bird of a sister against the world.

“I don’t know little bird…” I glance over to Harry. He’s probably going to think it’s lame.

“Pleeaaaaase Maddie? Harry can play too.”

“What game do you want us to play, Robin?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Tag,” she smiles wickedly. She know’s I hate running.


“Aw come on, Maddie, don’t say no just because you’re gonna lose.” He shakes his head.

“Yeah!” Robin nods, secretly fist-bumping Harry. She thinks I don’t see it but I do, and he gives it away with his adorable smile. I stand there with my mouth agape and stare at both of them as if I am offended.

“Alright, fine. You’re on.” I start walking towards the house, and tap Harry’s shoulder smugly, “You’re it!” I sprint through the house into the backyard, with Robin, Harry chasing after us shortly behind.

Harry’s POV

The crisp, windy air was filled with the sounds of laughter and feet hitting grass as we all took turns chasing each other. I had finally caught up to Maddie when we reached the backyard, so she was “it again.” Once she tagged Robin I decided to go easy with my speed, wanting to put a smile on her face before Maddie and I have to leave. We were all spread out amongst the various different flowers in the garden, without a single worry in the world. The only problem was that I was starting to grow very fond of Maddie, and that was something to worry about. So when Robin caught me, I immediately threw myself in Maddie’s direction.

When I caught up to her, I threw her off guard by wrapping my arms around her from the back and swinging her around. She blessed our ears with the beautiful sound of her laughing before I gently placed her back on her two feet, and she turned around to face me. The smile on her face was so radiant, that it felt like it was eclipsed when she realized our close proximity, and her face turned serious. I wanted nothing more than to lean in and press my lips against her there in that moment. So badly it almost felt painful.

The only sound that could be heard was the both of us trying to catch our breath. We just stood there, and all I could do was stare at her beautiful blue-green eyes. Trying to push aside how I longed to reach out and kiss her, I threw myself backward onto the ground, acting tired, and heard laughter emitting both her and Robin.

She was a sweet creature, Maddie’s sister. A lot like Maddie in that very sense. Maddie is by far one of the sweetest people I have ever met.

“You find my death amusing?” I said between breaths. Maddie doesn’t say anything, but she lies down next to me on the ground and turns her head to look at me. And just like that, with the simplest of her gestures, I wanted to get to know Maddie Parker, and that was a very dangerous thought.

you flower, you feast 

by stylinsoncity (18k)

Published : 2017-10-14

He’s King of the Underworld, but don’t assume Louis has it all. He could stand for some excitement in his monotonous, eternal life and maybe, even…..a soulmate.

(Despite not having a soul.)

And along came “Harry”.


anonymous asked:

Remus Lupin angst

people do not understand this well enough. to live in a society where you will not be accepted until you hide a part of yourself is something that we can all understand. that is what he represents. 

 it is not the full moon that remus fears, but himself.  there is a part of him that he fears. he blames himself for crimes that he never committed. he is such a soft soul that he hates himself for having the potential to hurt someone. he does not trust himself for there is a powerful part of him that he cannot control. there is a part of him that he is disgusted by. and the aftermath of it is etched upon his skin.

Chapter Twenty - FFN

“It’s hard,” he told her, his voice rough.

“What is?” She didn’t want to push too hard, but she don’t have much time here to figure out what was wrong if she was going to try to help him. He needed to open up.

Harry laughed, but it was the empty, humorless laugh of a broken soul. “Everything. Work. Ginny. Getting up in the morning.”

It crushed her heart. The words floating from his lips to her ears stung her very core. He was her best friend, her brother, and he was hurting so horribly bad. She hated it. “Harry, you have to let people in. You have to tell them when you feel like this.”

anonymous asked:

Do you know any goof fanfics where hinny get together earlier

Harry loves Ginny and Ginny loves Harry by epeefencer takes you through different scenarios where Harry and Ginny could have gotten together earlier than canon. 

A full length fic where they get together in GoF is Brennus’ Thorny Rose Series

If you’re into soul bond stories (say yes, soul bond hate breaks my heart) If you can help her by witowsmp has them starting a relationship after Chamber of Secrets. 

You can also try my favorite soul bond fic- Furious angels by worldmaker which i find completely hilarious!

The famous Harry Potter and Fate’s Debt by Intromit also fits the bill quite nicely.

anonymous asked:

You and your friends on here are so immature it gives me second hand embarrassment whenever I stumble across your posts.

You know, I was just going to respond with banter (because a pathetic message like this doesn’t deserve the dignity of a proper response). But I’m not going to respond to the message, I’m going to respond to the person who sent this message.

You spent - honestly, wasted - about a minute sending this message. What did you get out of it? Is your pride feeling nice and fluffy? Now, how about your conscience? You do know that sending hate (whether in speech or through a message) is denying the God-given dignity assigned to a person (or a group of people). That is a sin, my sibling-in-Christ, and you will have to face God for that on the Last Day.

I don’t care when hate is sent to me. But when someone throws my friends under the bus, I can promise you with my entire soul and existence that I will stand up for them. Call me immature all you want, I probably am. I don’t care. I can use this immaturity for God’s greater glory, just as he can use your second hand embarrassment and pettiness. But don’t you dare direct any of your putrid hate towards those I love and cherish.

To quote good ol’ Harry Potter:

“You’re the weak one. You’ll never know love, or friendship, and I feel sorry for you.”

These friends of mine are indescribable. I cannot do justice with mere words, all I can do is elevate the love I have in my heart for them to the Father and ask Him to shower blessings upon them. We all pray for each other, and when we can, we pray together. These friends are worthy of being fought for because Jesus died for them on the cross.

We all have grown in the little time we all have known each other. Why is this? We don’t hide behind masks, as you are doing so right now. We let down our walls and allow ourselves to be vulnerable. It is in this vulnerability that we can truly encounter each other in a more intimate way and encourage each other to step towards what God is calling us to become. If that’s called immaturity, then heck to the yeah, we are immature.

But see, He died for you too, Anon. Jesus Christ loves you and cherishes you and calls you to a deeper relationship with Him and His Church. Place this darkness you carry at His feet. Instead of spewing hate, allow Him to love you and give you the grace to see all of us as He sees us. Maybe one day, you’ll be our friend too. Maybe you’ll engage in the same banter that you claim is so “immature.” Maybe, for once, you can have authentic fun with us too. You’re seriously missing out on being friends with these future saints. I have no doubt my friends are going to be world-changers. And maybe one day, your loved one will see saint cards with our faces on it.

We’d love to have you join us sometime, friend. My inbox is open always. What you send is on you. But know, God sees what is stirring in your heart and will judge you according.

At the end of the day, know this: at least I have some friends to send me “immature” messages. :)

P.S. - @saadoesthecatholic​​, @daughter-of-the-glorious-king@fiercequeen23, and @an-autumn-rose​ say to go to their inbox and fight them. And if you decide to, know I will be there to fight alongside them too.

A TFLN when Harry is away filming?😚💗


Harry Y/N

Hey, love.

Hi, baby! You’re already finished for today?


… Is everything alright?


Just tired.

Get a bit of sleep, okay?

Don’t want you to be all grumpy, lovely.




You love me, right?


Of course I do.

Where’s that coming from?

It’s just…

No one likes me here.

Oh, sweetheart.

I bet you only think that. I’m sure it’s not true at all. You’re such a sweet person, nobody could ever not like you.

No, I’m serious.

When I arrived on set they all rolled their eyes and didn’t greet me at all.

Yesterday I asked someone if he wanted to go out for a drink with me and he laughed right to my face.

They never talk to me. I’m always sitting somewhere alone.

They hate me because I’m Harry Styles and think I only got the role because I’m a international rockstar.


If those people don’t realize what a amazing person and sweet soul you are then they are clearly stupid. I understand that they might have been a bit irritated when they found out you got the role but they shouldn’t care who you are or what you do. You got the role because you auditioned for it like everyone else and you were amazing. Nolan wouldn’t have given you the role if he didn’t see any talent or potential in you. You worked hard for it, probably harder than anyone else on set, and you did it.

This was your dream for so long, darling. Don’t let some stupid people who stereotype you, ruin that experience.

And I love you. Always. No matter what.

And I know that they will love you too once they realize how great you are.xx


I love you.

So, so, so much.

You always know exactly what to say, thank you.

It’s just really making me feel sad because I was so looking forward to it and they all seem to not wanting to work with me.

They’re idiots, okay?

Don’t care about them and just do your thing.

They are going to realize what a great actor you are and then they’re going to regret treating you like that.

I miss you so much.

I wish you would be here with me right now. I’m craving your hugs.

I miss you too, sweetheart. Very, very much.

And believe me, if I would be there with you right now I would hug the living hell out of you.xxx

Goodness, I want that.

I’m going to take a nap now.

I’m really tired from filming.

Alright, baby.

We’re going to talk later, yeah?

I love you.

I love you too.

anonymous asked:

I know exactly what you mean and it baffles me how such a sweetheart, a pure soul like Harry could have so much hate coming from his own fans or people who were once a fan of his. I don't understand. And it isn't a new thing unfortunately

It’s really simple to keep your mouth shut if you have nothing constructive to say. He’ll make choices people don’t like, he’ll make mistakes, but he’ll find his own way. Support him along the way or don’t, but there’s no need to be a bitch about it.

But Bellatrix and Andromeda Black as twins.

One, it completely accounts for why they look so similar (I mean, Harry literally thought they were the same person at one point) and Narcissa doesn’t, but also why Bellatrix is the way she is.

Imagine your twin, the person closest to you, betrays everything you stand for, and leaves you behind.

And your aunt’s going insane with grief and your other sister (younger sister, definitely) is marrying someone who is ambitious enough to get her killed, and the Dark Lord destroys entire families sometimes, even ones as pure as yours.

So you marry someone you don’t love, and you devote yourself entirely to a cause, because you agree with it anyway, and a Mudblood took your twin away from you, your everything, and it’s better to pretend that she’s dead to you because she has to be, because you’re the first one to sacrifice your soul for your family, because no one is loyal anymore. And now your cousin is a traitor and dead, and there is no body, and now your Cissy is terrified and there’s a baby, and suddenly everything collapses.

And you’re left holding the pieces, because you’re the one who gave your all to a cause. And you hate and hate and all your happy memories are twisted anyway, half your soul ripped away from you when she ran away, and it’s easy to give yourself over to the darkness.

When the darkness comes for you, you don’t have a chance.

Royalty- chapter 2

The exhausted, panting blonde underneath him laughed once again as he continued his trail of lips across her neck. Fingers brushed along the mess on her flat stomach while he began sucking a dark mark into the fair skin of her throat.

“Prince Harry,” she purred, voice hoarse due to how loudly she had screamed for the past hour, “who would have guessed that a royal such as yourself would be such an animal in bed?” That had him smirking as he pulled back, connecting their mouths again.

“If I am an animal,” he murmured, continuing his kisses down her chest, “then you must be the huntress that has tamed me.” That had the girl giggling. It quickly turned into a moan when he wrapped his lips around her nipple once again.

Harry had already forgotten her name. It was something boring, something he had heard a million times. Isabella. Elizabeth. Ethel. He didn’t care to remember.

Another thirty minutes of them calming down from their highs passed before he was easing the girl out of his chambers. She giggled once again as she gave him a kiss goodbye, making him promise they would meet up again soon. Harry gave her his word, though he knew this would be their first and last time.

He watched her disappear down the hall as he ran a hand through his hair.

Eleanora could hear the moans and grunts of Harry and whatever mistress he had in his bed. And she hated to admit it but it crushed her heart.

Why couldn’t she be blessed with a faithful, loving husband? Why did she have to have a despicable, whore to be wed to? Her tears started again as the guard outside her room, Liam, came in to check on her.

He had brought her a cup of tea with a smile on his face but it dropped immediately as he saw a disheveled blonde walking down the hallway. He knew Eleanora must have heard it. Prince Harry was never one to be quiet about his beddings.

He walked into the room only for his face to drop further to see her with tears streaming down her face. He felt awful for the princess, he truly did.

“Your majesty, here is your tea.” He says handing her the cup. She took it and placed it down next to her.

“Am I really that unattractive and boring?” She sniffled and looked up at Liam.

Liam was shocked of course. How could she think that?! “Not at all princess, you are the most beautiful maiden in this castle. Please don’t let the prince hurt your pride this much.”

Sleep was always a fleeting thing to Harry. Not even a few rounds with a lovely maiden could exhaust him enough to the point of nodding off. The only thing that seemed to help was alcohol, and the peasant pubs were quite familiar with him because of it.

A glass of scotch in hand, Harry began his usual late night wandering of the castle. His steps were aimless in the beginning until he heard the quiet murmuring of voices down the hallway. Eleanora’s room was on this floor. For some reason, he followed the sounds until he stood outside of her door.

“– are the most beautiful maiden in this castle. Please don’t let the prince hurt your pride this much.”

“Mr. Payne,” Harry said, breaking the moment. He was leaning in the doorway, shirtless, as he swirled the scotch around in his glass. Something ugly and possessive swirled inside of him. “I do believe I assigned you to guard this room, not talk to the inhabitants of it.” His eyes snapped up to glare at the man. Liam apologized to the princess, and then Harry as he left.

A moment of silence stretched out before the prince spoke again, “I came to check on your foot. It is difficult to get blood out of cloth and I was hoping you hadn’t bled out. It would be quite the hassle for our maid staff to clean.”

Eleanora didn’t have the strength to glare at him. Instead she relied on her wit.
“I wouldn’t worry about my blood, I’d worry about your filthy sheets. How awful it must be for them to clean that filthy room every day.” She scoffed in disgust.

“I can’t believe your guards are more polite than you. I understand you do not care about me, so if that is true, would you please leave me alone?” She asked quietly.

“I understand that you don’t care about me and you don’t like me. I don’t want to be here, at all. Just as much as you don’t want me here. But I would appreciate it if you please, please just left me alone.” She said quietly, one tear streaming down her cheek, but she dried it quickly. She didn’t want to look horrid in front of him.

“I happen to be very clean. Not a drop spilled. I suppose you’ll know that soon enough.” Harry chuckled, sipping more of his drink. “I suppose we should begin planning that wedding of ours, hm?” The sooner they got this over with, the sooner he could claim the throne. Maybe he would lock her up in some tower afterwards.

Though, he would miss her bickering. No other woman of the castle stood up to him in that way aside from Betsy. It was no fun arguing with her because she didn’t look good as she did it. Her face always turned scarlet. It was unsightly.

“Mmm,” Harry hummed, pushing himself off of the entrance frame. His steps were slow and calculating as he made his way closer to Eleanora. “You are still crying? I thought I told you to stop such a thing.” He placed his glass on her bedside table before sitting down beside her in bed.

Rough fingers threaded through her hair before he pulled harsh enough to have her facing him. More tears spilled down her cheeks, causing him to sigh. “My, my. I am going to get so much criticism. What sort of man like myself marries a girl so weak hearted?” Despise his rough grasp, Harry’s touch was gentle as he thumbed the wetness off of her blotchy cheeks.

She truly believed Harry would never ever be kind to her. She was stuck in this life. And he seemed to like when she fought back, which she didn’t understand. So she wasn’t going to give him what he wanted.

She winced as his rough hands touched her. She had though he was going to hit her, but he was wiping her tears condescendingly. Why would he do that?

A shaky breath was taken as she looked at him tired and upset. “You’re a miserable man. You’re always going to be miserable. I feel so terribly for you, Harry. So truly awful that you will never find someone to love you when you keep this up.” She said quietly. “I’ve known you one day and you’ve managed to hurt me more than anyone ever has.”

She looked up at him with tired eyes, tears drying up. “I thought maybe I could have loved you. I know you aren’t capable of love but I was going to try. But I can’t.” She swallowed heavily before whispering.

“I hate you.”

Those three words had him smiling.

They hurt. Of course they did. Not a soul enjoyed being despised. Harry might have been mean, yes, but the didn’t mean he was a masochist. He felt pain just as any other person did. However, he still stared down at her with that tilt to his lips. It was better to hide his pain than show weakness.

“That means you are joining the two thirds of the castle who feels the very same way towards me, now including my mother. Congratulations on becoming one of the majority.” Harry brushed the strands of wet hair that clung to her face. It was more of a distraction for himself rather than a privilege for her.

“Be that as it may, you are still destined to marry me. No amount of harsh feelings can change that fact. I say that we stop this bickering and this nonsense and come to terms with that fact. You allow me to do what I please and I shall give you the same luxury.”

Harry released her hair before standing up.

“Drink the rest of this to help you sleep. I do not want to be kept up all night with the sounds of your crying.” He placed the rest of his scotch in her hands before taking her face in between both of his.

The kiss he pressed to her forehead was surprisingly gentle. Perhaps that would sate her for the time being. “Sleep now, princess. We have a big day ahead of us.”

Eleanora was beyond confused as Harry left her bedroom. Her forehead was burning from the gentle kiss and she couldn’t decide if she hated it, or wanted more of it.

His words were confusing and he switched directions a lot. was he happy she hated him? Or did he want her to like him? He was a confusing soul, nonetheless.

She downed the scotch, throat burning like her eyes. She hated it here, in this horrid place. Perhaps it might not have been as awful if everyone was like Anne, Betsy and Liam. They were kind souls, ones she enjoyed being around.

But she would be stuck with Harry, the worst of them and the one destined to become her husband.

But all she could think of was that gentle kiss as she sifted off to sleep.


The next morning she was escorted down the stairs with Betsy and Liam. Her chambermaids helped her get dressed in one of her favorite dresses. It was lilac, like her favorite flower and scent.

She was led into the dining room and took a seat next to Harry, and stayed silent as she took small bites of her meal.

Harry was rather exhausted the next morning – meaning his temper was even worse than it was on a normal day. Dark bags circled his eyes, his curls were a mess and his expression was sour. The nightmares kept him up all night and not even the scotch could quiet them.

Eleanora was completely ignored when she sat next to him. Harry pushed his food around on his plate, afraid to take a bite since his stomach was rolling. He had drank too much last night.

Anne walked into the dining area, pausing to give Eleanora a kiss on the forehead. He wasn’t given a single glance. Harry watched, anger boiling in his blood.

“Good morning, dove,” Anne whispered to the younger girl. “Did you sleep well? I saw Betsy and Liam bringing you down to breakfast. I’m glad they have taken a liking to you.”

“I did thank you. I was quite exhausted.” She said quietly as she set down her fork and took a sip of water.

She already adored Queen Anne. She was kind and sweet, and seemed as if she truly cared about her well being.

“Betsy and Liam are more than lovely! Wonderful people, I can tell why you keep them around. Liam reminds me of my friend back home, so it’s comforting.” She said smiling slightly.

She could feel the bad vibes radiating off of Harry and didn’t dare look his way.

Harry’s head snapped over after Eleanora spoke. Her friend back home? She couldn’t mean the stable boy she felt in love with. Surely that wasn’t who Liam reminded her of.

Ugly jealousy burned in his chest. She belonged to /him/, not a lowly guard. Liam wasn’t destined to marry her. Liam didn’t even have the right to be interacting with the princess!

Harry flung eggs across the table, his scowl deepening further. He didn’t want to hear the two of them talk.

While Anne and Eleanora continued to talk, they could feel Harry’s anger rising and chose to ignore it. That was, until, Harry threw eggs across the table and they landed all over Liam.

Eleanora gasped and got up to hand him a napkin, looking concerned. The eggs were hot, and she was afraid that they burned him.

“I’m fine, your highness. Don’t worry.”
He said though he had a spot on his chin where she could tell was burned.

“Was that necessary?” She turned to ask Harry in a soft voice. Her plan for now was to be calm and collected with him, not giving him the fight he wants

“They slipped off of my fork.” His voice was empty and dull, though his murderous eyes stayed locked on Liam – who stared at Eleanora with what appeared to be admiration in his eyes.

It made Harry want to stand up and dump his hot porridge all over him next.

“Liam, would you do me a favor?” He sat up properly, ignoring the throbbing pain in his head. “Last night while I was walking the castle’s front yard, I could have sworn I saw a raccoon disappear into some shrubbery.”

They hadn’t even begun breakfast but he wanted Liam out of his sight.

“You know I despise pests like that. I want you to go out into there now and see if you can detect a nest. If you do… get rid of it. It is vital that you search early in the morning before the commotion of the servants scares the animal off.”

Liam was confused but nodded. “I will make sure it’s fine, your highness.” He nodded and smiled at Eleanora, walking out to look at the gardens.

Eleanora sighed and took her seat next to Harry’s. “Are you alright then? If your hand was so shaky?” She looked at him with raised eyebrows.

She was calling him out of his bullshit, but calmly. So if he snapped, he would look like the asshole and not her.

“The hot eggs slipped down my fork and burned my hand,” Harry explained just as calmly. That was a lie, of course, but Eleanora didn’t need to know that.

“Are you going to coddle me the same way? I’d love to receive the treatment Liam just got.” There was no mistaking the bitter jealousy in his voice. “You’re treating a lowly knight better than you treat your husband-to-be. You wound me with such actions, Ella. My heart is shattered.”

She hadn’t heard him react to a burn, nor had he said he was hurt so she was almost sure he was lying. But just to calm him, she played along.

“Well, if you had said it had burnt you, i would have taken care of you as well.” She rolled her eyes and took his hand in hers. She inspected it, finding no burn marks but giving the skin near where the fork is held and kissing it gently.

“There. All better.” She said before returning to eat her toast.

The press of her lips had Harry smirking. Like last yesterday, he felt that delightful burn traveling from where she had kissed all the way to his shoulder.

It was ignored, though, in favor of him returning to his breakfast. Just in case Liam returned before Harry thought he would, the prince made a big show of scooting his chair closer to Elenora’s.

The brought forth confused glances from his mother and the princess but he ate his porridge instead of acknowledging them.

She was a bit confused as to why he insisted on being so close to her, when yesterday he despised her presence.

She shook it off though and continued eating. The royal messenger came into the room and handed Prince Harry a letter, and bowed before walking around the table and back to his post.

Eleanora looked at Harry confused as he opened the letter and began to read it.

“Out loud, darling. I want to know.” Anne said as she looked at him.

The sight of the royal messenger was always one that frightened him. Not because the man was scary, but because the contents that he held were.

Paper wasn’t the cause of his fear; the words written on them were. He hadn’t finished his schooling when he was younger, and that showed when he attempted to read.

Anne was always encouraging him to read out loud so that he could improve. Today, however, he kept silent.

“I can do it on my own,” he snapped before looking down at the letter. It looked like a mess of nonsense to him. Harry cleared his throat, squirmed in his seat, and then handed the letter over to his mother.

Eleanora noticed the look of fear on his face and was very confused as to why, until he handed the letter to his mum. He must not be good with reading.

That was a shock in itself, because princes usually needed to be able to read and write, and be educated. So why wasn’t Harry.

She saw him keep his eyes down as Anne read the letter, his cheeks burning red and his lip bitten down on. She didn’t like seeing him embarrassed, and she felt awful that he felt so embarrassed about it.

She nudged him quietly and whispered to him. “Would you… Would you like me to help you with reading?”

Harry listened as Anne read aloud. The letter was congratulating him on his upcoming crowning, as well as his engagement. It was from one of the neighboring countries that they were on better terms with. Harry wished to write them back but knew it would be useless.

Eleanora’s voice had him jumping. His head turned to look at the girl. “I know how to read,” he snapped, voice harsher than usual. “I’m… I’m not /stupid/. I know… know how…”

Anne put the letter down, staring at Harry’s bowed head and Eleanora’s look of concern. “Would you like me to write them back?”

Harry closed his eyes, drowning in his embarrassment. Of course his mother had to expose his lie like that. “Yes… please,” he whispered.

She felt bad for him. It must be awful to not know how to read or write well, especially when you’re going to be king.

“So we can start today, if you’d like. In the library.” She said quietly to him, not to embarrass him in front of the staff. “I don’t have much else to do.”

Her hand went to touch his, ignoring his sharp words from before. “I know you’re not stupid. I was just offering to help.”

Anne had left the table to work on the letter, and the rest of the staff followed, having realized that Harry was in a rather sour mood this morning. That left him alone with Eleanora.

His bowed head never rose, gaze focused on the stone floor beneath him. It was embarrassing for her to see him like this. An all powerful king who didn’t know how to read? It was women who were supposed to have less knowledge. He felt humiliated that even Eleanora knew how when he did not.

“I’m not a very good student,” he whispered. It was best to tell her that now.

“That’s right. Learning is difficult sometimes.” She said softy before getting up and motioning him to follow her to the library.

Liam had shown her around before so she had an idea where it was. The library was massive, with a large stone fireplace and thousands of books.

she motioned for him to sit at a table and took the letter and sat next to him. “So what words on here can you read?”

Harry didn’t want to do this, especially not in front of her. A king was supposed to be bold and proud, not weak and unintelligent like he felt at the moment.

At first he refused to read at all. The paper was stared at until the inked words blurred into nothing. He could feel the waves of patience and understanding rolling off of Eleanora and it irritated him further. Couldn’t she argue with him or something? This soft kindness was making him feel weird.

Finally, after a few minutes of silence, Harry spoke: “I don’t know any of it.”

Oh. Well this is going to be harder than she thought. Getting up, she went to the shelves and found some paper and pens. Sitting down next to him, she handed him a piece of paper and a pen.

“So we’re going to start with the basics. I’m not trying to insult your intelligence at all, so please don’t yell at me. But this is how everyone learns.” She said cautiously.

“We’re going to write the alphabet. So this is how you do ‘a’… ”
She showed him the upper and lowercase letters.

“Does that make sense?”

Harry watched as she dipped a pen in the inkwell and began writing. The letter looked somewhat familar, meaning he had probably gone over it with his mother before… before the incident…

His eyes stayed glued on her delicated, expert fingers as the next letter was written. Eleanora explained that it was a 'b’.

The two of them got all the way to 'f’ before she was handing it over for him to try. Harry glared at the extended pen. He very nearly knocked it out of her hand and demanded that they do something else.

However, for some reason, he found himself taking it. A separate piece of paper was grabbed, he dipped the utensil in ink, and then he was trying his best to recreate the shapes.

They were messy, but the general shape was there. Harry pulled back, face soft with his pride.

She watched him as he wrote with a shaky hand. It was obvious that he hadn’t had much experience with a pen, but he was trying his best.

He pulled away with a happy look, admiring his work. “Good job!” She praised happily and smiled at him. “Look at that, that’s amazing for a first try.” She complimented.

She had a feeling he hadn’t gotten much praise in his life for things like this, so she tried to make that a point so he would feel good.

“Are you ready to continue?”

Hearing Eleanora’s praise only served to make him feel better. Harry was grinning without even realizing it. And it wasn’t his usual, playful grin. It wasn’t a smirk. This was a genuine smile that lit up his entire face.

It was he smile of his childhood before everything went to hell.

The two worked most of the morning. 'F’ to 'K’, 'K’ to 'P’, 'P’ to 'U’, and then they were finishing up.

Harry had recreated each of the letter as they went on, his letters becoming less shaky the further that they went.

“There we go! It’s not that hard, right?” She said, taking the tea from the servant and handing Harry a cup.

“We can work on this whenever you’d like. I think I’d like to spend more time in here so I’m assuming I’ll be in here, the gardens or my room if you need me.” She said as she sipped her tea.

She was happy that they were somewhat getting along. It was a miracle that they could sit as long as they did without fighting.

A break was definitely needed. While Harry enjoyed recreating the letters and hearing her praise, it was a bit too much on his brain. That, combined with his alcohol binge last night, had the worst headache plaguing him.

The tea was sipped, its warmth sliding down his throat to rest in his belly. There was just enough milk in it to keep away bitterness.

Halfway through his cup, he put it down and turned to look at Eleanora. There was a bit of his old self back to his features as he spoke, “I want you to stay away from Liam.”

She was a bit surprised at Harry’s demand. Stay away from Liam?
“Um, why? He’s been very kind to me.” She frowned as she looked up from her tea.

Liam had been nice and comforting, especially last night while Harry was bedding whatever whore he had in his bed.

He couldn’t be jealous, he’s already made it clear that she was nothing to him.

“Do not question what I tell you, just follow my demand.” There was a bit of darkness to his eyes.

For some reason, the thought of Liam being the one to make her laugh really crawled under his skin. While Harry did not care for Eleanora, he still wanted the right to call her his. If she ended up falling for Liam…

Harry squeezed the pen in his hand hard enough to have ink oozing from the tip and staining his skin.

“He is not right for you.”

There he was, the Harry she had come to dislike. Her comfort from before slipped away as she deflated.

“Not right for me? What do you mean?” She asked confused. She wasn’t sure what he was saying, but if he was suggestion romantically, he was dead wrong. Liam was nice, but he already had a woman he was courting. A servant that worked in the garden, Sophia. He had told her that.

“Am I not allowed to have friends?”

“The way he looked at you during breakfast was not the sort of stare one gives to a friend. Not once have I ever looked at another person with so much admiration.”

The remembered brightness in Liam’s eyes made Harry sick to his stomach.

“A princess such as yourself should refrain from interacting with the staff in such ways.” He stood up, trying to keep his calm. Something about the thought of Elenora and Liam just… He wanted to scream. And he didn’t know why.

“Harry, he adores me because I am the princess, and because I am kind to him. He looks at your mother the same way.” She assures quietly.

“He is courting a maiden already, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Eleanora tried to soothe his insecurity. He had no reason to be so freaked out.

“What else am I supposed to do? You don’t want to be around me and I can’t just keep to myself. That’s not fair.”

Harry opened his mouth to argue that Liam could be interested in both her and the other maiden but it snapped shut. Though he did not like the guard, he knew he was not the type to do such a thing. Best to not make himself look like an idiot.

“Then… then befriend the other women of the court. But not him. Not another man. You belong to /me/ and I don’t want another thinking that you are free to be courted.”

“All the women of the court hate me because I’m going to be wed to you.” She huffed and leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. Her chest popped out a bit, making her blush.

“I just don’t know what to do! This isn’t fair to me Harry. I’m trying very hard to get along with you but i feel like there is no pleasing you.” she muttered and looked down at the rings on her fingers.

They all hated her because of him? That should have made him smirk but… It just made him angry. At them. Why were they taking out their hatred of him on her? That hardly seemed fair. Perhaps he would call a staff meeting and demand that they all be polite to Elenora.

Just because he disliked her didn’t mean everybody else did as well. While he didn’t find her to be as supple and as filled out as his nightly guests, he had to admit that she was polite and well-mannered when she wanted to be. The women of the castle should love her.

“I will have a chat with them. You will have friends soon enough.”

She looked at him surprised. Really? He would really do that for her? Odd.

“Well, thank you. That is very kind.” She thanked him before taking another sip of her tea. She felt uncomfortable as Liam came back into the room.

“Your highness, we caught a raccoon but it was in the other side of the Garden.” He said officially.

“Good afternoon, Princess Eleanora.” He greeted before turning his attention back to Harry.

“Is it a male or a female?” Harry question as his discreetly worked to rid the table of their writings. He didn’t want Liam to learn about his little secret.

“It is male. Young.”

“And did you find any others? A nest of any kind?”

“No, we did not. Just the young one.”

“Wonderful!” Harry clasped his hands together, smiling in that usual way of his. “Kill it.”

She gasped as he said to kill it. How could he be so cruel?

“No!” She screamed and Harry and Liam looked at her questionably. “I’ll keep it, just don’t kill it.” She says frantically, walking up to the other guard who was holding it.

Holding it to her chest she looked at the baby raccoon, and cooed. “Hi baby, it’s okay.. You’re safe…”

The scream had all heads shooting to her direction. Liam took a step forward, as if to protect her, while Harry’s eyebrow rose. He watched Eleanora rush forward. He didn’t think she could get that loud.

“You want to keep that disgusting thing?” He asked as he watched her cuddle it to her chest. The raccoon was shaking, head darting around the room.

“They’re violent creatures, known to carry diseases. You run the risk of catching something. It would be better off if we just killed.” Harry stepped forward, reaching out to take it. The raccoon hissed, attempting to nip at his fingers.


She scoffed and pet the raccoon, who cuddled into her more. “Of course it’s not going to like you… You said to kill it!” She said, coddling the poor baby animal.

“And animals are usually good at sensing when people want to hurt them. And you’re not the gentlest being in the world, the poor thing is terrified.”

Eleanora held the raccoon as it cuddled further into her and let her pet it. “See? The little guy is harmless.”

Harry wasn’t the gentlest being? Bah, nonsense! He had been perfectly gentle with her last night. He was very much capable of light touches and slow movements.

He reached forward once again, slower this time, and attempted to pet the animal once again. And, like before, it went for his fingers. Harry grit his teeth, staring at the pest with narrowed eyes.

“Fine. You can keep it. The day that it wanders into my chamber, though, will be the last day it ever sees. Do I make myself clear?”

She snorted and nodded. “Trust me, we won’t be anywhere near your chambers.” She laughed and nodded to Liam. “Thank you for saving it.”

“I’ll be in my chambers if you need me.” She said as her hips swayed, walking out of the room.

She brought the little creature to her room and sat it on her bed, calling for her chamber maid who looked terrified of the animal. Eleanora rolled her eyes and asked for some lettuce and fruits from the kitchen to feed it.

Harry couldn’t help but watch the sway of her hips as she left. Maybe he had been wrong about Eleanora not being a woman.


you flower, you feast
By Organization for Transformative Works

He’s King of the Underworld, but don’t assume Louis has it all. He could stand for some excitement in his monotonous, eternal life and maybe, even…..a soulmate.

(Despite not having a soul.)

And along came “Harry”.

by: stylinsoncity

Chaptered, AO3, Complete, Mature

anonymous asked:

Natalie! Do you have any other Harry fanfics to recommend? I've read all the ones in your rec list hahaha

Thank you for specifying that you have gone through my rec list ALRIGHT OKAY here are some fics that are not on my official rec list that I have either started reading since or have been meaning to read that have been updating recently/are complete (if I get any of the details in the following summaries wrong writers my apologies pls let me know and I will remedy this)

(also, here is an incredible list Natasha made for Harry’s birthday of a ton of Harry fics for yr perusal)

Keep reading

I just wanted to apologize to you
because I’m sorry for starving you sometimes,
other times I’m sorry for over feeding you
and I’m sorry for sticking my fingers down your throat
to make you skinnier
and I’m sorry I made you stand in the scalding
hot shower to try to wash away your stretch marks
because I thought they were ugly
I’m sorry for cutting open your skin to
try to gather some kind of meaning, to retrieve answers
that never came from your tired veins
I’m sorry that i remained quiet whilst you begged me to
talk the the pretty girl in your biology class
or for inhaling cigarettes when they hurt your throat
I’m sorry that I let that dark haired girl
with the pretty veins
break you into a million little tiny pieces
that you’ll probably never get around to collecting
I’m sorry I starved your brain of words that consisted
of I love you
and you’re beautiful
but flourished it with I hate yous and
you’re disgusting
I’m sorry I won’t ever be able
to undo the things that I have done
I am so sorry your lovely soul was destined to such disgusting skin
—  an apology to myself for things I cannot change - teenagge-wastelandd.tumblr.com

Regina Harris
I’m so unbelievably disgusted

I saw this posted on Facebook and I can’t even take it anymore. if you’re insulted by anything I have to say in this post, you’re most likely an asshole and deserve to be offended by it so fuck you. I am not angry by any means that she wants to support Eric Harris and have romantic feelings towards him, to each their own. I am however completely disgusted that she is disrespectfully talking about people she doesn’t even know. Calling people ‘fugly’ and ‘losers’. What do you get out of that? Just shut the fuck up forever, I literally don’t care about any way you could defend this, just shut the fuck up forever. If you don’t know me, the first thing that you should know about me is that 90 percent of everything in this world pisses me off, and usually for good reasons.This is one.  She is the Dave Cullen of this community, oh my god. Take a deep breath here. I’m actually going to analyze this seriously. Lynn Ann claims that the 13 who were shot were also bullies, please find one piece of evidence to support your claim that isn’t opinionated. Just fucking one, please. Starting my blog nearly a month ago and researching on Tumblr has given me additional information that I did not acquire previously to joining this site. Through thousands of posts on social media, this is the first one I have ever seen claiming any of the thirteen victims,(Rachel Scott, Cassie Bernall, Steve Curnow, Corey DePooter, Daniel Rohrbough, Daniel Mauser,Kelly Fleming, Matt Kechter, John Tomlin, Isaiah Shoels, Lauren Townsend, Kyle Velasquez and Dave Sanders) being a tormentor or  intimidator to Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris. Before any Columbiners get involved, I AM NOT CLAIMING THAT ERIC AND DYLAN WERE NOT BULLIED but I am stating that they were not bullied by any of the 13 above. If anything, Lynn Ann’s claim has been disproved on many occasions, such articles discussing when Rachel Scott went out of her way to talk to the kids who seemed lonely, reaching out and being there for anyone in need, as well as her theory written in her journal stating ‘’ I have this theory that if one person can go out of their way to show compassion then it will start a chain reaction of the same.” Totally don’t know about you, but she seems like such bitch who went around treating others like shit. *NOTE THE COMPLETE SARCASM* Many of the other victims were claimed as being shy, quiet, and having a small group of friends such as Kelly Flemming and Daniel Mauser. I don’t know about you, but they seemed like the kids who would be bullied over those doing the bullying. Since we’re on the topic of bullying, I’ll continue further. This is where it gets fucked up. She started this off by saying that Eric was bullied, which I have no doubts he was. I recall him being called a ‘Fag’ in addition other things, which is a key factor of what lead to the tragedy at Columbine. SO HEY! I FEEL SO BAD FOR THIS TORTURED SOUL, HE SHOULD HAVE NEVER BEEN BULLIED NOR CALLED NAMES but let’s say hateful and cruel things about others? You are a hypocrite, there’s no other way to say it, just point blank. If you truly felt for Eric and Dylan, which you have every right to, hell even I feel terrible for the pain they had to experience in high school but do not fucking go around and do the same thing that developed those exact feelings in Harris and Klebold. JUST ADDITION INFORMATION: IF YOU DID NOT KNOW THAT THIS WASN’T OKAY, KNOW NOW THAT IT ISN’T. This is why people in the true crime community get the bad names and the hate that they often do, people like this. The ones that glorify terrible outcomes from good people. I can understand what lead them on the path that they traveled, one can only take so much before they snap and do something terrible but in no way do I support their killings. I feel terrible for all of the 15 families who lost family on April 20, 1999 and those who were tied to this in any way whether it’s the injured students or those who lost friends. I even feel bad for those who worked on the scene, one should not have to witness 15 dead bodies, 14 of which belonged to teenagers. This was horrific day in history and IT WILL REPEAT and HAS REPEATED because the names continue to be called, people continue to be cruel and people feel no remorse for their actions. She seems to be infatuated by Eric Harris and the event, SO FUCKING LEARN FROM IT! Don’t be an asshole.  I don’t even know how to end this, I’m so angry an pissed off. This girl is off living her life thinking that this is okay. I’m just going to get off here, I’ve said all I’ve needed to say so if you have anything you want to say to me,go ahead. I hope this was informative to you. 

Ginny Weasley: A Little Nerve, A Little Talent

Let’s talk about Ginny Weasley.

It’s a Weasley extravaganza all up in this blog now, folks. I love me some Weasleys. And I especially love me some Ginny.

Ginny gets some hate from time to time, and for the life of me, I can not figure out why. She’s badass. She’s strong, she’s in control, and most of all, she’s kind. 

For anyone who’s not familiar with the website tvtropes.org, I strongly suggest you check it out. It’s like a lit nerd’s dream. For this article, i want to examine Ginny in tropes. There are a few tropes that I think sum up Ginny and ought to convert anybody who isn’t a fan. They are: Fiery Redhead, Broken Bird, and Action Girl, which I think in Ginny’s case is a natural progression of the first two tropes. 

Fiery Redhead is pretty much Ginny’s default state. She’s got confidence, she has opinions, and she has pluck. Please, feel free to ignore how she’s presented in the first few books, because they are, of course, from Harry’s point of view, and Ginny’s meek demeanor in his presence is clearly supposed to be the exception, not the rule. She was, after all, breaking into the family broomshed to teach herself flying from the age of six. She wasn’t letting her big brothers tell her what she could and couldn’t do.

Broken Bird is a trope in which a female character goes through something traumatic, and deals with that trauma by becoming as kickass as possible. Ginny, it is easy to forget, partially because she handles it so well, was possessed by Tom Riddle. She was violated to her core by the greatest Dark wizard of the time at the age of eleven, and she came out of it as headstrong as ever. Ginny didn’t let that slow her down. She transcended that experience, and she made a name for herself inside Hogwarts and out of it. She became one of the most popular girls in school, not only for her beauty, but for her magical prowess (think the Bat Bogey Hex) and her kindness. Ginny knows what it feels like to be an outsider, after all, she was the only girl among so many boys, so she doesn’t stand for anyone letting anyone feel excluded. She sticks up for the bullied. Don’t you dare call Luna “Looney” in front of her. She acts decisively when someone is being rude. Just ask Zachariah Smith and the head injury he surely received when she purposely smashed her broom into the commentator’s box.

And, of course, Action Girl. This is a trope for any female character who isn’t afraid to put up a fight, and not only that, is good at it. We’ve talked about how Ginny has power, despite her size, but let’s talk about her Gryffindor bravery. In her fourth year, Ginny is one of the few who volunteer to fight at the Ministry, but her older friends try to keep her out of it. She’s too young, they insist. But Ginny knows that’s unfair and illogical. Ron and his friends have been fighting evil since their first year, and how dare they shelter her now. When Harry and the rest of the trio are gone in her fifth year, Ginny, Neville and Luna take charge of the DA, in secret, in a far more dangerous climate than even when Umbridge was around. She leads a risky expedition to try and steal the sword of Gryffindor. This is some covert, underground rebellion stuff. 

And when her mother, bless her heart, tries to convince Ginny to stay in the Room of Requirement during the final battle, Ginny isn’t putting up with that. She runs away from safety at the first chance she gets, and she goes up against the most batshit crazy of Voldemort’s followers, because that’s what Gryffindors do. 

In conclusion, if you hate Ginny Weasley, you have no soul. ( I kid, I kid. You are entitled to your own opinion, I’m just giving you serious side-eye.)

And if you call Ginny “The Girl Who Waited”, just know that you are seriously off the mark, even if you mean it as a compliment. Ginny Weasley isn’t the Girl Who Waited. She’s the Girl Who Refused to Wait.


“But you had to think about it. And you never mentioned it to me.” Magnus shook his head. “You didn’t trust me. You never have.“I do,” Alec said. “I will—I’ll try. Give me another chance— ” 

               Cassandra Clare - City of Lost Souls

I can relate anything to you,
the sound of the sea,
the waves which breaks on the sand,
the voice of a man walking through the street,
that seemed like yours,
but it’s not you,
I can relate anything to you,
I hear your name even when
nobody’s talking,
and I turn my head to look for you,
but I know you’re not there,
I smile remembering when we were together,
and start crying because we’re not,
no more,
so I keep walking,
I don’t care, where I’m
There have been good times,
I will survive with the memory of
what we had
and who we were
cause now we’re lost,
I can’t see your face,
even if you’re hunting me every day,
I can’t hear your voice,
I can’t reach for your hand,
no more,
tonight we are souls that lost their way home